Maid to Submit

Maid to Submit

by Sue Lyndon

Copyright 2014 by Sue Lyndon

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Note: This story contains a naughty French maid who looks good in handcuffs, a no-nonsense firefighter with a twitchy palm, bare bottom spankings galore, and other erotic scenes sure to make your e-reader sizzle. Please don't buy this book if such material offends you.

Ally preened in front of the mirror, her pulse racing with excitement as she thought about the night ahead. She smoothed her hands down the French maid costume she’d donned, enjoying the way the skirt flounced with her movements. When she turned and bent over, the bottom of her lacy black panties peeked out.

Finally satisfied with her appearance, she rushed around her apartment in search of her keys and purse. If she left now and didn’t run into any traffic, she’d make it to Mark’s house right on time for dinner.

“Ally!” Jen called as she burst through the door. Frizzy strands of hair stuck out from her head and her chest was heaving. She held up a hand and took a few deep breaths. “Glad I caught you. You weren’t answering your phone. We have to talk.”

“Can it wait? I, er, don’t want to be late for my date with Mark. He’s making ravioli and then we’re going to watching scary
movies
all night.” Ally wiggled her eyebrows and smiled suggestively, but her enthusiasm faded at the concern spreading across her roommate’s face. “Hey, are you okay, Jen?” she asked gently.

“Me? I’m fine. You? Well, you won’t be fine a second from now. I’ve got bad news, sweetie.” Jen gestured for Ally to sit, and they plopped down on the couch beside one another.

A sinking feeling came over Ally as she waited for her friend to speak. The mischievous twinkle that usually lit up Jen’s blue eyes was absent, and she grabbed Ally’s hand in a comforting gesture that only deepened her worry.

“I saw Mark having lunch today at that new Mexican place.”

“So?”

“So he was with another woman. A blonde.” Jen paused and her face melted with sympathy. “I was a few tables over, in a booth with Tommy, so Mark didn’t notice me sitting there. Anyway, they were laughing a lot, and her tits were so big. I’m talking
B… I… Gee-normous.
I’m really sorry, Ally.”

Ally stared at the floor, shock rendering her speechless. The numbing disbelief didn’t last long though, and a burning rage soon ignited in her chest. Not only had she and Mark been dating for months, but they’d recently been intimate for the first time. They were compatible in every way, especially when it came to their mutual interest in spanking and domestic discipline. For the first time in her life, she’d been dating a man with whom she envisioned a future.

Until now.

“He’s an asshole, Ally.” Jen squeezed her hand. “Look, sweetie, I know how much you liked him and I’m sorry this happened.”

“I can’t believe this.” Ally glanced down at her attire. She’d spent the day gallivanting around town trying to find a French maid costume at the last minute in an effort to surprise Mark with a sexy getup, only to discover he’d spent the day wining and dining a busty blonde. “You’re sure it was him?”

“Oh, sweetie, I wish it wasn’t. But he was wearing that blue shirt you like so much, the one that hugs his chest and biceps in all the right places, and I got a really good look at him. Unless he has an identical twin, he was cheating on you with Tits McGee.”

Ally ran a hand through her hair, not caring if she messed it up. Not only had her evening just taken a turn for the worse, her hopes and dreams for a future with Mark had crashed to the floor. It didn’t matter what she looked like right now. She certainly wasn’t going to go through with her plans to have dinner and watch movies with Mark. Not anymore.

Her heart ached and her throat burned as sorrow settled heavily upon her. She tried to swallow her vulnerable emotions to make way for the anger that continued to rise up in her.

“That cheater!” She pounded a fist on her thigh.

“What are you going to do?”

What
was
she going to do? Ally bit her lip as she considered her options. In the past, she’d always shied away from confrontation at the end of a relationship, even if the guy had done something seriously wrong, like lying or cheating. This wasn’t the first time she’d been cheated on, and suddenly all her past hurts rose to the surface. She trembled with anger as she met Jen’s inquisitive gaze. “I’m going to get even. That’s what.”

Ignoring her roommate’s questions, she hurried around the apartment as she gathered up the supplies necessary for revenge: five rolls of toilet paper, a jumbo size box of plastic forks, and a squeezable bottle of ketchup. She shoved all the items into a large tote bag and grabbed her keys and purse, pausing at the door to look over her shoulder at a wide-eyed Jen.

“Do you want me to come with you, sweetie? I can drive the getaway car.”

Ally shook her head. “Thanks, but no. I know you have plans to go out with Tommy later. You go have fun and don’t worry about me.” With that, she left the apartment building and headed for her car, her heels clicking on the pavement.

A cool breeze ruffled her hair, and she spotted giggling children scampering up and down the street in their costumes. Goblins, fairies, witches, princesses, monsters, and ghosts passed by with bags full of candy. She smiled at the innocent sight before crawling into her car and driving toward Mark’s house outside of town. He lived in a rural area, so the risk of being spotted vandalizing his front yard by trick-or-treaters or neighbors was minimal.

How could he do this to her? Looking back, she couldn’t pinpoint a single instance, even the smallest sign, to lend credence to what Jen had witnessed today. Yet Jen had seen him flirting it up with Miss Boobs over enchiladas and fried ice cream, or so she imagined. She ground her teeth together and stared at the road ahead, her emotions wavering between sorrow, anger, emptiness, and frustration. Maybe it was immature of her to toilet paper her cheating boyfriend’s house, but she couldn’t stop driving. Couldn’t find a good reason to turn around and go home. After what he’d done, he deserved worse than a vandalized front yard. Tears rolled down her face when she remembered the deep tenor of his voice and the sincerity in his eyes when said, ‘I love you, Ally girl.’

She recalled the first time she’d met him, when he’d arrived with several other firemen from his station to supervise the burning down of a structure on a movie set she was working on. His dark eyes had immediately sought her out, and throughout the shot, during which she’d had to jump out the window of a makeshift burning building, he didn’t look away once. After she landed on the huge air mattress forty feet blow, he’d been the one to grasp her hand and pull her up. “Nice jump,” he’d said. The simple compliment had made her cheeks flush and her stomach flutter, and when he’d called to ask her to dinner the next day she’d been giddy with excitement.

Sniffling, she wiped the moisture away and resolved to be nothing but angry. She didn’t want to spend the night feeling sorry for herself. It was easier to get even, easier to act on impulse and worry about the repercussions later. She doubted Mark would call the cops on her if he caught her hurling toilet paper through his trees, but she’d deal with it if he did. Part of her hoped he reported her crime, because then she’d have one more reason to hate him.

Except she didn’t really hate him in the first place, she realized as she parked her car at the end of his long, curving driveway, shutting the headlights off and cutting the engine. Out of all the men she’d ever known, Mark was the last she’d suspect of being unfaithful. He was principled and hardworking, kind and exceedingly generous. It didn’t make sense, but she didn’t think Jen was lying either. They’d been friends and roommates for years, and Ally trusted her completely. The heaviness of Mark’s betrayal weighed her steps down as she slung the tote bag over her shoulder and quietly shut the car door.

Outside of town, the stars and moon shone down upon the countryside unencumbered by the glow of streetlights, but she didn’t have time to stop and admire the scenery. Ally moved through the trees with stealth, zigzagging her way up to Mark’s house. Years of working as a stunt double had given her plenty of experience running around in heels, among other talents that had impressed Mark. Or so she thought. Most, if not all, of her previous boyfriends had been intimidated by her. Maybe Mark was no different.

She approached his house to find every last porch light blaring through the darkness.
Crap
. He was expecting her to knock on his door any second now for their dinner and movie date. If he glanced outside looking for her headlights, he’d get quite the shock when he spotted her running around with armfuls of toilet paper.

She surveyed his illuminated lawn and hurled the tote bag beside a large tree on the edge of the clearing. With a sense of determination, she retrieved the box of plastic forks. Starting in the center of his yard, she began sticking forks in the grass, making a wide row of fifty before starting a new row. By the time she finished, she was breathless from constantly bending over, but all five hundred of the forks were sticking straight out of his lawn. God bless Jen and her love of buying everything, including plastic utensils, in bulk.

“How do you like that, Mark?” she muttered as she jogged back to the tote bag. “Fork you and your busty blonde friend.” She beamed inwardly with satisfaction. She almost wished she could stay hidden in the woods overnight, just to watch him bend over and pull out every single plastic fork the next day.

The toilet papering job was a work of art. Ally’s older sister, Leanne, had taught her how to gingerly grasp the end of a toilet paper roll and hurl it high over tree branches when they were in high school. Though years had passed since their last naughty escapade, she still had an arm for throwing. She used every last square of toilet paper, winding it through each tree in his front yard until the job was complete. Standing back, she surveyed the scene with pride, knowing Leanne would approve.

Grasping the bottle of ketchup, Ally headed for the concrete walkway that led from his driveway to his front door. Using long, elegant cursive strokes, she painted, “Cheater cheater pumpkin eater,” across the entire length of the walkway.

Just as she stood up to inspect her handiwork, someone grabbed her from behind and placed a hand firmly over her mouth. She dropped the bottle of ketchup and screamed.

* * *

Mark held onto to Ally as she struggled. The state of his yard came as a shock. He glanced from the lawn filled with plastic forks, to the thoroughly toilet papered trees, to the message written in ketchup. What the hell? He’d spotted Ally at work outside and decided to surprise her by sneaking out his back door. He didn’t want to scare her, but he also didn’t want to risk her trying to run away. Apparently they needed to talk. But about what he had no fucking clue.

“Shh, Ally. It’s me, Mark.” He kept his hand clamped over her mouth.

She responded with a muffled protest and tried to stomp on his feet. He dodged her blows and uncovered her mouth, spinning her around to meet his gaze.

“Don’t touch me!” Fury blazed in her pretty blue eyes.

Mark stared at her, still completely at a loss. “Sweetheart, what’s going on?” he asked, not releasing his grip on her arms despite her incessant squirming.

“What’s going on?” she asked mockingly. “I’ll tell you what’s going on. You’re cheating on me.”

He stared at her for a moment, stunned. “Ally, sweetheart, I swear to God I’m not cheating on you. I love you. Where on Earth did you get that idea?”

“Don’t you stand there and deny it. I know all about the big breasted blonde you’ve been seeing. Jen saw the two of you at the new Mexican place today, having lunch and looking quite cozy together.”

The big breasted blonde
. He threw his head back and laughed, unable to help himself even as Ally glared sharp daggers at him.

“Stop laughing at me!” She pushed against his chest, but he only drew her further into his arms and placed a quick kiss on her lips.

“I’m sorry, Ally.” He tried to quiet the laughter that still bubbled up in his chest. “Look, I can explain.”

“There’s no need. It’s over between us.”

His gaze dropped to her heaving chest, and he studied her lovely form. He hadn’t gotten a good look at her outfit until now, and he was suddenly very aware of how little she was wearing. His cock shifted when he stepped back to survey her attire, holding her out by her arms while his gaze swept from her high heels and thigh high stockings, up past her short flaring French maid’s dress, and to her hard eyes. He took a deep breath, preparing to explain himself, when she gave a loud scream and pushed him so hard he flew backward and hit the lawn.

“Don’t ever call me again.” She turned and raced off through the trees.

Mark couldn’t let her get away. He had to explain himself, but first he had to make her settle down enough to listen to him. Moving fast, he jumped up and chased after her, figuring she’d parked her car near the end of his driveway. She certainly hadn’t walked here all the way from town. Not in those heels. As he watched her speeding through the moonlit forest, he was impressed by how fast she traveled in those shoes. He’d seen her run in heels on movie sets plenty of times, but never this fast, and never through the woods in darkness while extremely upset. Worry overcame him. If she wasn’t careful, she might hurt herself.

“Ally! Ally, stop!”

“Go to hell!”

He captured her just as she came to the edge of the woods. Grasping her arms, he pulled her body against his while she fought him as if her life depended on it. She was strong and he’d have bruises tomorrow, but he couldn’t allow her to leave. Not only was she in no condition to drive, but she meant the world to him, and his heart ached knowing the turmoil she must be going through.