Bare Maid's Bawdy Bounty
The maid, clad in her uniform, bends over to dust the table, her short skirt riding up to reveal her lacy panties. Her employer watches, his eyes lingering on the curve of her ass. He calls her over, his voice stern. "You've been a bad girl," he says, his hand reaching out to grasp her chin, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "You've been touching yourself while you work, haven't you?" She blushes, her breath hitching as he runs his thumb over her bottom lip. "Yes, sir," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. He smirks, his hand moving to her ass, squeezing it tightly. "And what do bad girls get?" he asks, his voice a low growl. She knows the answer, her body already trembling with anticipation. "Punished, sir," she replies, her voice eager. He nods, his hand moving to her skirt, lifting it up to reveal her panties. "Good girl," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the outline of her pussy through the fabric. "Now, let's see how you take your punishment."