Ms. Buttercup hired me as a housekeeper, based off the recommendations of a few of her male clients. Little does she know, they only hired me because I dress like slut for work, I can't actually clean worth an ass. I'm also a little bit of a brat, and valuable things tend to disappear when I'm on the job. I'm not even very sneaky about it, because part of me is hoping I get caught and punished. So when I finally hear her yell my name, my pussy drips with anticipation at the prospect of a little discipline. Turns out, Ms. Buttercup is all business, and maybe I shouldn't have washed those wooden spoons