Sylvia sat on the floor, staring at Pam in horror.
The tears were still on her cheeks,
but her expression had changed.
The same gentle smile that she usually wore was back, and more infuriating than ever.
What on earth had she let into her house?
“Did Mistress fall down?
Do you need help?” she asked with clearly mock concern.
Sylvia patted her pockets.
Pam pulled a cell phone out of her apron.
“Lose something, Mistress?”
Sylvia clambered to her feet and headed for the door.
Whatever the hell this was,
she just wanted to get as far from it as possible.
She barely made it five steps before Pam’s gentle hands gripped her arm and stopped her in place.
She struggled, but it was like being chained to a boulder.
Sylvia heard an exasperated sigh.
“I suppose I must teach Mistress how to behave properly,
mustn’t I?”
In a flash,
Sylvia felt herself being hauled into the air.
Pam effortlessly held her aloft with one arm around her waist.
The spanking began, and Pam accompanied herself with another of her little songs.
“This is the way we spank your butt,
spank your butt,
spank your butt!
This is the way we spank your butt, to make a lesson firm!
Won’t stop until you change your ways,
no matter how you squirm!”
Sylvia kicked her legs,
pounded the maid’s side with her fists,
and shouted curses at the top of her lungs.
None of it mattered.
None of it prevented Pam’s hand from slapping her butt again and again.
She kept it up anyway.
By the twentieth spank,
she was out of breath and exhausted from screaming.
By the fortieth spank,
she just lay on Pam’s arm,
her arms and legs hanging limply down as she she sobbed uncontrollably.
Pam stopped spanking,
and began gently messaging Sylvia’s bruised butt.
“There there, Mistress.
Is Mistress ready to eat her num-nums like a good girl?” said Pam,
her voice completely unchanged.
In response, Sylvia could only sob.
Pam sat Sylvia back in her towel-covered chair in front of the heap of deep-fried deliciousness.
Sylvia sat limply, feeling exhausted, confused, and thoroughly defeated.
Seeming to pay no attention,
Pam pulled out Sylvia’s phone and began scrolling through her contacts.
She made a call.
“Yes, hello!
This is Sylvia Fletcher.
Yes, we spoke a couple days ago.” said Pam,
although she spoke in a perfect imitation of Sylvia’s voice.
“Oh, nothing like that! I’m actually amazed at how well she’s done!
So skilled and efficient.
I was actually wondering if it was possible to extend the contract.
Wonderful!
Oh yes, a pay increase is definitely warranted.
Thank you! Yes, you too. Bye.”
Sylvia didn’t dare move.
“What are you?” she whispered.
Pam only smiled that fake smile.
“I’m your maid, Mistress.
Let’s get you more comfortable while I explain things.”
Pam put away the phone and pulled a small bottle from her apron.
She plucked the stopper and measured out a small dollop of oily liquid into her hand.
“What is that?” asked Sylvia, backing away into her chair instinctively.
“Don’t worry, Mistress.” said Pam,
rubbing her hands together and approaching Sylvia.
Sylvia froze in terror.
She had no idea how Pam was capable of such things,
or what was about to happen.
She just knew that trying to escape was pointless,
and her sore rump told her that angering Pam would be a mistake
. She cringed as Pam’s delicate, oiled fingers settled on her shoulders.
As Pam began gently stroking her skin, a powerful, familiar, minty scent filled the air.
“There we are.
See, Mistress? Its not so scary.
Just relax. Everything is fine.”
As the minty scent filled her lungs,
Sylvia began to feel woozy and lightheaded.
The kitchen and the pile of doughnuts in front of her began to waver and swim in her vision.
She had experimented with weed in college,
and she knew that this was much more intense.
Gradually, her body and mind did relax.
The terror she had felt a moment ago melted away,
and she had idea how to make it come back.
The dampness in her pants gave way to full-on wetness again.
Her head drifted downward.
“There. Very good, Mistress.
Relax.
Every part of you feels so heavy,
so tired.
No need to tense up any more.
Your maid is here to take care of everything.
I will do all the work.
I will handle all the stress.
I will take care of all the annoying little tasks.
I will do all the thinking.
You can just lean back and let it all happen.
I’m going to keep everything so clean and tidy.
Your house, your yard, your bed, your clothes.
I’m going to clean up all your messes from now on.
No need to worry anymore.
No need for your mind.
No need for your will.
I am your maid, and I’ll take care of everything.
Can you say that for me, Mistress?”
Sylvia bobbed up and down in a sea of minty relaxation.
The words tumbled off her lips, and she made no effort to stop them.
“You’re my…maid, and…you’ll…take care…” she muttered.
“Very good, Mistress.
Its so nice to just relax and let someone else take care of it all.
No need to think. No need to be smart.
You can just be dumb. A sweet, little dumb-dumb.
That’s what you’ll be now.
Can you tell me what you’ll be now, Mistress?”
“S…sweet…little…dumb…” she heard someone say.
It didn’t matter who.
“That’s right, Mistress.
You don’t have to worry about anything.
You don’t have to worry about what you eat, or how much you weigh.
All those thoughts are silly.
A lot of struggle over nothing.
You’re going to be fat.
A nice, soft fatty.
That’s is you, Mistress. T
ell me what you’ll be.”
“Nice…soft…fatty…”
“Wonderful, Mistress.
Just one more, and then you can have your reward.
You can fight and struggle with me all day long, and it’ll never do a bit of good.
All that effort, for nothing. You have a very strong will, Mistress.
So much drive and determination.
That’s what drew me here.
How could I resist such a lovely feast?
See those lovely doughnuts I fried for you?
That’s what I see when I look at you.
I’m hungry, Mistress.
Now, I’m gonna feed you all those wonderful doughnuts,
and everything else you could possibly want,
for the rest of your life.
But first, I need you to feed me.
Can you do that for me, Mistress?”
“mmm…hmm.”
“Don’t worry. Its easy.
The easiest thing in the whole world.
Imagine all the will inside of you.
It’s flows through your soul like electricity.
All you have to do is say the magic words,
and it will all flow into me, where it belongs.
Can you say that you’re weak, Mistress?”
“mmm…weak.”
“Here it comes! Oh, its so delicious, Mistress. Can tell me that you’re lazy?”
“hmmaaaazy.”
“Wonderful! Oh, thank you, Mistress!
Once more.
Tell me that you’re a big baby!”
“mmmmm…big…baby.”
“That’s right.
A big baby.
I’ve taken away all that nasty willpower now, Mistress.
I’m so strong, and you’re sooo very weak.
I’m going to sing my cleaning song now!
Only, I’m not just going to be cleaning your home, or your clothing.
I’m going to clean your mind.
All the nasty thoughts,
the worries,
the memories,
the fears.
All wiped clean with suddzy bubbles.
Here I come!”
She took a deep breath.
“This is the way we wash the brain,
wash the brain,
wash the brain!
This is the way we wash the brain,
empty as can be!
No need to worry,
your thoughts are a slurry,
dumb but filled with glee!”
