Punishing the Maid: Dominant Billionaire Age Play ABDL Diaper Fetish Bottle Feeding & Spanking

Wendy has been a maid long enough to know when something's up. And something is definitely up at billionaire Curtis Ridgefield's sprawling mansion. He's got a secret room he keeps bolted that she has no access to.

When Wendy accidentally destroys three of Mr. Ridgefield's precious artifacts, he proposes a way for her to make it up to him. She's finally going to catch a glimpse inside that secret room for an unforgettable night of pampering and punishment.


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"Wendy, there may be a way for you to pay me back for destroying the carvings," he said.
"Great. What did you have in mind?"
Was he going to suggest I clean his house for free until the end of time? As guilty as I felt, I wasn't too keen on the idea of taking on a position of slave labor.
"Your features are not as extreme as I would generally prefer, but your petite stature is a definite plus," he said.
Huh? What on earth was he talking about? And why would me being short matter?
"Yes, I think that would be the best solution for both parties," he said--to himself, or so it seemed.
I found I could no longer bite my tongue.
"I'm sorry, but what are you talking about?" I asked.
He frowned as if in contemplation.
"Wendy, forgive me for being blunt, but hypothetically speaking, are you familiar with sexual role-playing?" he asked.
Wow! Talk about blunt. It took me a moment to let his question sink in before I could answer.
"Um... Well, I know what it is, but I've never actually...um...done it," I said.
He nodded. "Of course you haven't. You're very young."
I waited for him to continue.
"As it happens, in the last few years, I've become very active in the age play scene," he explained.
"Age play?" I asked.
"Yes. Again, forgive me for being blunt, but I see no point in beating around the bush. My chosen sexual partners--while they are legal adults, always--are young women who are extremely childlike in appearance. During an encounter, the young woman will step into the role of my baby girl, which will include such elements as baby talk, bottle feeding, diaper play, bathing, spanking, et cetera," he said.
Holy cow! I didn't even know what to think. I could only stare back at the crazy billionaire behind the desk.
"Um..." I said.
How can you respond to such a wildly off the wall suggestion?!
"I can appreciate the fact that you must be shocked by my proposal," Mr. Ridgewood said. "But I'd like you to seriously consider taking me up on the offer. I imagine a few sessions with me would significantly assuage your guilt in regards to the destruction of the Shinto deities, as well as lessening the impact of the loss on my end."
Damn those broken Shinto deities! I couldn't believe I'd gotten myself into such a mess. When you looked past the distracting language he used, Mr. Ridgewood was essentially asking me to be a prostitute. He wanted me to pay him back the damages in sexual services! How outrageous! And those deities had been worth over $50,000. How much sex would I have to have to pay that off? A hundred times? Five hundred times?
"Um..." I said. "How many times, or...um..." I couldn't bring myself to ask.
"Just once," he said. "Only one time initially, but if we find it to be mutually agreeable, we may decide to come to a standing arrangement. Not to toot my own horn, but the young women I've been with seem to enjoy the age play sessions as much as I do."
It was then that everything came together for me. The two girls I'd seen with the big eyes, big heads and exaggerated features--they must have been going home after a night of role-playing with Mr. Ridgefield. And yeah, they didn't seem traumatized or used or anything like that.
I glanced back up at my boss (or my former boss). He was probably in his mid-thirties or so, which was a good fifteen years older than me. But he was still good looking. Very much so. He had thick, dark hair, piercing blue eyes and a strong, muscular body.
I could definitely do worse as far as sexual partners go. The truth is Mr. Ridgefield, despite his age, was a bona fide hottie.
Was I really considering taking him up on his suggestion?
"So, what do you think, Wendy?" he asked.
That was a very good question. I was still so riddled with guilt about destroying his ancient carvings that the idea of making it up to him was definitely appealing. But dressing up and acting like a baby? It was just too weird.
"I don't know..."
Searching Mr. Ridgefield's face for the answer, I couldn't help but think how incredibly handsome he was. My gaze traveled down to his hand, which was absent-mindedly playing with one of his fountain pens. I imagined those hands on my tits, those fingers inside of me...
Ooh... I liked the thought of that.
Hmm.
Tearing my gaze away from Mr. Ridgefield's hand, I met his eyes again.
"Okay," I said. "I'd like to give it a try."