Sharmane removed the foot from her back and yanking from Jillian’s hair, made her stand up. Jillian staggered on her high heels as her body wobbled like a rag doll.
“You are a pathetic weakling, Madam, and no matter how many times I throw you across the room, this is fun!”
The high society lady flew a couple of times more across the room before being thrown on the sofa.
Standing in front of her, Sharmane grabbed the lightweight blonde by the jacket lapels, lifting her up and ripping the jacket open in the process.
Still gasping for air, Jillian could barely stand.
“I am trashing you and you still look like one million dollars Ma’am, but not for long... Put your hands in the back.”
The maid began fondling her boss’ breasts, gently at first but with increasing strength. Jillian's soft moans turned to cries as the maid began to squeeze her breasts.
“P-please let me go, I can pay you.”
A brutal slap in her face sent Jillian tumbling to the floor. She was on her four trying to stand, when the maid grabbed her blonde hair lifting her up.
“Stupid bitch, you think you can buy everything.”
Standing in front of Jillian again, Sharmane started slapping her snooty boss with both hands. Jillian tried to cover her pretty face with her hands.
“Keep your hands outta your face or I’ll punch you with my fists.”
Terrified by the maid’s threat, the socialite kept her hands at shoulder height as ordered. She was scared of even looking at Sharmane, who resumed slapping her model face.
Jillian’s face snapped left and right with each smack. When she was about to fall to one side a brutal slap was ready to send her to the other.
“SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!”
Jillian was so scared that she didn’t even tried to cover her face again. She was also stumbling backwards in her stilettos until her ass reached the edge of the sofa’s rest. Despite she was leaning on the sofa, her slender legs felt like rubber and could barely keep her standing. Dazed by the beating, all traces of arrogance were gone as Jillian started sobbing.
“Poor blondie lady, someone is being mean to her.”
Jillian’s face was reddened and her beautiful blue eyes were glazy. The maid slapped her face a couple of times more, grabbed her breasts and took them out of the bra cups, putting them on display.
“Please stop this, I am really, really sorry.”
Sharmane slapped Jillian’s face four more times.
“Shut up bitch! I know you are sorry, but I am just starting with you.”
Sharmane gently caressed Jillian’s breasts, making her nipples harden like rock again.
“You fucking horny slut! You like to be beaten like shit!”
The maid started slapping Jillian’s breasts with both hands. Soft high-pitched cries were heard every time a slap landed on the breasts. After dozens of smacks the breasts have turned red and noticeably swollen.
“Look at those! They are bigger now! You won’t need a boob job, Ma’am.”
“P-please don’t beat me more.”
Sharmane hiked up Jillian’s skirt to her waist and made her stand in front of a large mirror. Her boss was wearing expensive lace panties matching the bra, and a garterbelt held her nylons. Sharmane squeezed Jillian’s crotch making her body tremble. The blonde’s bald pussy was already getting wet, when Sharmane took Jillian’s right hand and slid it under the panties crotch.
“You can start rubbing slut.”
Jillian hesitated at first, but as Sharmane raised her menacing fist, the blonde promptly started rubbing her crotch. The maid grabbed Jillian’s left wrist taking her hand to her breast. The lady began to caress her breast without the need for her maid to order her.
“Look at yourself slut! Wasn’t appearance important for people of your class?”
Jillian started sobbing when she saw how things had changed in a few minutes. The mirror showed a battered high society lady, with her swollen boobs on display, her skirt hiked up, and worst of all, masturbating just because her black maid forced her to.
“Fucking lazy bitch! Let me show you how to use the fingers.”
Sharmane made her lean against the mirror and roughly shoved her fingers into Jillian’s pussy.
Jillian wiggled and moaned as the maid frantically fingered her increasingly wet pussy.
“For an old skinny white bitch you have a nice ass Mrs. Rutherford, it’s a pity it’s too white!”
Despite her age, Jillian still had a beautiful heart shaped rear. It looked even better framed in lingerie and garters. Sharmane took off one of her flip-flops and slapped hard Jillian’s buttock.
“Uuuuh. No please!”
“SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!”
Sharmane used all the strength she had to beat Jillian’s ass, turning it redder and redder with each hit. The once arrogant blonde had slid her hand out of her crotch in a desperate attempt to cover her buttocks from the beating.
“I ain’t told you to stop rubbing your crotch, Ma’am.”
The maid slid her index finger into Jillian’s pussy making her quiver. Soon she had three fingers frantically sliding in out of her wet pussy.
“Oooohh, please don’t, Oooow! Oooow!”
“You dumb bitch! You don’t even know how to masturbate.”
Sharmane took her fingers out of the blonde. Jillian’s body wobbled back and forward as Sharmane grabbed her right hand again and slid it in her crotch.
“Now, do it as I did it to you.”
Jillian stood leaning with one hand against the mirror and promptly complied with the maid’s command, who resumed smacking her ass with the flip-flop.
“SMACK! Ooow! SMACK! Aaahh!”
The image the mirror returned to Jillian couldn’t be more pathetical. The formerly proud blonde socialite was masturbating while still wearing her designer suit, lingerie and heels, at the same time her black maid was spanking her with a flip-flop. Her knees flexed at each hit and the tip of her stilettos pointed inwards.
“Your ass is turning red. Betcha I can turn it black!”
“SMACK! Ooow, stop please! SMACK! Uuuh, no more please!”
Sharmane relentlessly punished Jillian’s buttocks a dozen times more, until her flip-flop broke. The socialite panted heavily and her buttocks ended thoroughly reddened.
“Stupid bitch! You broke my flip-flop. You’ll pay for this.”
“S-s-sorry I…”
