A Big Strong Lass

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Stripping and Humiliation

A bossy new cleaner gets the house immaculate

 

Joe would have jumped for joy, had he been the sort of person who indulged in outward displays of happiness. As it was he merely felt overwhelming relief. Mrs Mapletoft wasn't coming. Mrs Mapletoft wasn't ever coming again!

 

He had inherited Mrs Mapletoft when he had first rented the flat in Margaret Thatcher Court, the blocks of fine upmarket apartments in the centre of town, five years before. And he had found it impossible to get rid of her. He found it difficult to be assertive and just lacked the moral courage to get rid of her. He was the sort of person who found it difficult to stand up to dominant women, so Mrs M had stayed. All those years.

 

She was nominally his cleaner, but nominally was as far as it got. From the first she explained that she didn't do 'heavy' work - "On account of me back", so she expected the heavy work to have been done before she arrived, and she 'didn't do no ladders', and she 'didn't do no kneeling nor nuffin'. In the end she spent ninety-five percent of the time sitting in an armchair drinking tea and smoking endless cigarettes and five percent doing some light dusting, for which she received the princely sum of ten pounds an hour.

 

Now she had rung in to say that she had won a million pounds on the lottery and he could stuff his miserable job, and she wasn't going out for anything, except to pick up her dole money.

 

Joe felt as if he'd won the lottery. Now he could get a proper cleaner. A quick look on that internet thing identified Merry Maids as a suitable agency supplying cleaners - 'For all your needs'. He picked up the phone and rang the agency. No more Mrs M! He almost smiled. Then he set about doing the 'heavy' cleaning. Mustn't upset the new girl.

 

The bell rang and Joe rushed to open it.

 

"I'm Sharon," said the agency girl. She didn't look the sort to be easily upset. She would have been five foot ten in her stockinged feet, if she had been in her stockinged feet; she was big, she was blousy and she was blonde, "From Merry Maids Agency. Can I come in?"

 

She was dressed in the agency uniform of white cotton overalls. Joe always had a thing about girls in uniforms.

 

"Yes, yes," Joe stood back and let her I'm. She stood with her hands on her hips and surveyed the room.

 

"Needs bottoming," she pronounced.

 

"Oh... Er yes," said Joe.

 

"Don’t worry.  It'll be immaculate when I leave.  Houses are always immaculate when I leave."

 

Joe sighed.  He had a treasure here.

 

"Well go away and let me get on with it then."

 

"Don't you need a hand moving the furniture?"

 

"Why would I need that? I'm a big strong lass. You go and sit down. You'll put your back out if you try and move any of that stuff."

 

Joe was a bit put out by that. She must have thought he was a weakling. But she had a sort of authority about her - especially in that uniform!

 

Joe sat down and watched as Sharon effortlessly pulled out a big cabinet. He didn't like the inference. Sharon had suggested that he couldn't manage a job she did with ease. She had implied he wasn't as strong as a girl - even if the girl was a big strong lass. His pride had been dented. This was almost worse than Mrs M. He would have to do something about it.

 

Unable to sit and watch any more he ran over to where Sharon was lifting a sideboard.

 

"Here, let me help," he shouted grabbing one end.

 

"Eek!" Sharon, taken by surprise, let go of her end and Joe took all the weight. He felt a sort of sudden pain in his spine. He'd put his back out.

 

"Silly man," said Sharon, "what did you go and do that for. I told you I was a big strong lass."

 

Joe held his back feeling like an idiot. He was feebler than a girl.

 

"Here, let's have a look," said Sharon poking Joe with her fingers. He winced.

 

"You've put it out," she said, "I told you you would. What you want is a good hot bath."

 

"No, no, it's all right," Joe protested, but Sharon paid no attention, marched over to the bathroom and turned on the taps.

 

"Here, you go and soak in that. It'll do you a world of good."

 

Poor Joe felt embarrassed even at the thought of being naked in the bath with Sharon in the house, but what could he do. He'd made a fool of himself. The water was already running. Sharon had given him an order, she was a bossy girl, and she was wearing a uniform. He couldn't stand up to bossy girls. Especially ones in uniform.

 

He went sheepishly into the bathroom, carefully locked the door and took his clothes off.

 

There was a knock on the door, he unlocked it and peered round the open door.

 

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

 

"Oh... Er... Yes," said Joe. Mrs Mapletoft had never offered him a cup of tea. He had a real treasure here. Even if she was rather bossy.

 

"And there's no need to lock the door! Did you think I was going to burst in on you?"

 

"Er... No," said Joe.

 

"And," Sharon winked at him, "Nice bum," she nodded over his shoulder. Joe looked round horrified. He had thought he was hidden behind the door and there he was, his bare behind visible in the bathroom mirror.

 

He slammed the door shut red faced, went to turn the key and then remembered, he'd been ordered not to lock it. She would hear him if he did. She would laugh at him. She'd already had a good laugh at his bare bottom. He couldn't bear the thought of her laughing at him any more. He left the door and stepped gingerly into the hot water.

 

The bath tub was nearly full of water as Joe lay back in it. He had to admit it. She was right. As he lay back in the steaming hot water the pain vanished. It was so relaxing,

 

He closed his eyes, relaxed and started to play subconsciously with his penis, like he always did in the bath. It was so relaxing. The sensation was delicious, he'd found a real treasure, a big strong lass. She was so efficient, so...

 

"Here's your tea..."

 

She was standing over him holding a mug. He was lying there naked with his hand on his penis! Oh My Gosh! He'd only met her an hour since and she'd seen his penis. Oh My Gosh! He'd been playing with his penis. It wasn't up or anything, but he'd still been playing with it. How long had she been standing there watching. It was too embarrassing for words.

 

"Well, aren't you going to take it then?" Sharon was grinning all over her face.

 

Joe took the mug. He didn't know what to say. He'd been caught with his hand on his penis and was too embarrassed for words.

 

"Thank you," he croaked at last.

 

"My pleasure," she replied, "very much my pleasure," she added looking down at Joe's penis.

 

"Thank you," Joe croaked again, unsure whether he was thanking her for the tea or the compliment to his penis.

 

Sharon gave him a wink and walked towards the door.

 

She turned back as she was leaving, "One of the biggest," she said.

 

"What," Joe, still burning with shame, asked automatically.

 

"Yours," answered Sharon, "men always like to know. Yours is definitely one of the biggest."

 

"The biggest of what?"

 

"The biggest of the gentlemen I do for."

 

"Anyway, you've dumped all your clothes on the floor. I'll hang them up for you."

 

She picked them up and left closing the door behind her. Joe never noticed. He was still thinking about her comment. Realization suddenly dawned! His was one of the biggest. How was she able to compare. There was more to the big strong lass than met the eye.

 

Still, a smile of satisfaction crossed his face. His was one of the biggest.

 

He got out of the bath. Where on earth were his clothes. Bemused, and rather nervously, he wrapped a towel round himself and walked out into the sitting room. 

 

Sharon was sitting in the armchair drinking tea.

 

"How's the back?" she asked.

 

"Still a bit sore."

 

"Tell you what. Go and lie down on the bed and I'll give it a bit of a rub."

 

It seemed a bit beyond the call of duty to Joe, "No, no - I'll just go and get dressed."

 

Sharon stood with her hands on her hips.

 

"You do as you're told young man!"

 

Joe knew he was being bossed about again, but he didn't know how to resist.

 

"Oh, all right," he said. He lay on the bed flat on his stomach. He hadn't quite known what to expect, but what he hadn't expected was for Sharon to come in and whip his towel off, leaving him stripped stark naked in front of her.

 

His face went bright red and he squirmed, but it was too late to do anything now.

 

Then he felt her thumbs in his back. She was a big strong lass and she had big strong thumbs. Joe shrieked as they pressed hard on the sore spot.

 

"Sorry," said Sharon, "this might hurt a bit," she pressed with her thumbs again.

 

Joe stuck his fist in his mouth to stop crying out, but the pain still made his eyes water. The tears ran down his flushed red face.

 

"Gosh, what a cry-baby," said Sharon, grinning.

 

"I'm not crying. It just makes my eyes water."

 

Sharon pressed harder. It was good fun making his eyes water. It wasn't often you had a naked man under your thumb and this one was so malleable. She could do what she liked with him and she was going to make the most of it.

 

She looked at his bare bum. She had been telling the truth. He had got a cute bum. She gave it a little pat and looked at it admiringly. Yes - that was what she would do.

 

"Take a deep breath," she said, "this will hurt a bit, but you'll be all the better for it. Kill or cure!"

 

Joe felt the reassuring pat on his bum. What on earth was he doing being patted on his bare behind by his cleaner! Then he yelped again. She had dug her knuckles into his buttocks. The pain brought tears to his eyes again! But it brought an even more strange sensation. She must have been pressing hard on a nerve, because he felt a sensation like a little electric shock pass straight up the length of his penis right to the very tip. His eyes and his mouth opened wide and he let out an involuntary grunt.

 

Sharon saw the reaction and knew she had hit the spot. She was a big strong lass, and you had to be a big strong lass to do it. She dug her knuckles in again. She had discovered the trick almost by accident and she loved administering it, providing pain and pleasure at the same time. She pressed in again.

 

Joe didn't know what to do. He was biting on his knuckles to try and stop himself shouting out as the knuckles pressed into his bum, at the same time his penis felt as if it was being continually stimulated by an electric wand.

 

Finally he breathed a sigh of relief. The 'treatment' had stopped.

 

Sharon slapped his bottom.

 

"That should do it," she said, "turn over now."

 

Turn over! Face up! Naked!

 

She'd see his penis! Not that she hadn't seen it already - but!

 

She slapped his bottom again.

 

"Come on. Don't be shy!"

 

Bossy girls. Joe could never resist them. He did as he was told. After all, he was naked and a big strong lass in a uniform was giving him orders.

 

He turned over and red in the face looked down at his penis. Then something extraordinary happened. The constant pressure on the nerve to his penis must have numbed it. Now the sensation was coming back making his penis tingle. The constant tingling in his penis grew and grew in intensity and as it did so it started to swell. Poor Joe. Naked in front of his cleaner, his penis feeling as if it was being wanked by an invisible hand. He had never been so embarrassed in his life.

 

Sharon looked down smiling in satisfaction as Joe's penis rose to attention. The trick always worked. She could get a guy's penis up without even touching it. And it was a fine specimen. Seven inches at least.

 

"I knew you'd be pleased by that," she said grinning. Joe was so overwhelmed by embarrassment he could hardly say a thing.

 

Sharon grinned expectantly. "Come on," she said, "This house won't clean itself."

 

"Er... yes..."

 

"Kitchen first I think..."

 

He let himself be led through to the kitchen.  After all he was naked and she was a big strong lass in a crisp white uniform.

 

"I think I should..."

 

There was a bucket of hot soapy water in the middle of the kitchen floor with a scrubbing brush.  His clothes were nowhere to be seen.

 

"I think you should as well," Sharon stood hands on hips, "Down on your hands and knees and start scrubbing.  That’s the only way to get it really clean."

 

"Yes Miss..."

 

He did as he was told.

 

Sharon smiled with satisfaction. The house would indeed be immaculate when she left.  Her naked slaves always did an excellent job and she'd soon have this one trained.  She looked at him scrubbing away, his balls dangling between his legs.  He should be scrubbing harder and they made an excellent target.

 

She swung her foot.  Yes indeed.  She'd soon have this one trained.

 


Submitted: August 20, 2020

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qwertpoint

if i remember correctly this has a continuing. hope it will appear soon. very good story

Thu, August 20th, 2020 8:04pm

massageguy

Ha!

Thu, August 20th, 2020 8:44pm

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