When Thor wakes up in the morning, the summer sun is warm on his face and he breathes in the rich scent of coffee brewing. Loki's side of the bed is empty, but between the smell of coffee and the clanking sounds coming from the kitchen, Thor is pretty sure where his brother has gone off to.
Thor stretches and yawns as he sits up in bed. When he looks around, Thor sees that his usually messy room is actually quite clean. His dirty clothes have all been put in the hamper and even his desk has been straightened up; all the papers are stacked neatly and Thor's gold watch - a graduation gift from their parents some years ago - rests on top of them like a paperweight. A nice, charcoal gray business suit is laid out for Thor on his desk chair, complete with a tie and vest.
He and Loki had discussed this particular idea a few weeks ago and Thor shivers with anticipation because today is the day the fantasy becomes reality. It's been almost a year since they started playing their little games, but Thor has yet to grow tired of it. He doubts he ever will, not with the way Loki constantly keeps him on his toes.
Thor smiles at the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. He's definitely eager to get a glimpse of Loki in his new outfit. When Loki finally does enter the room, Thor is utterly speechless. All he seems to be capable of is sitting there with his mouth gaping open as he stares at his brother.
Loki is decked out in a full French maid uniform. He looks absolutely stunning from head to toe, from his frilly white headband to his black platform pumps. Thor holds back a moan as he takes in the rest of the outfit: the fitted black bodice with white lace trim, the little apron over an obscenely short skirt, and silky black thigh high stockings. Loki has grown his hair out over the past few months and it hangs loose around his shoulders. His eyes are lined with black eyeliner, making green of his irises stand out that much more.
Loki holds a small, wooden tray in his hands, and he elegantly crosses the room and hands it to Thor.
"Your breakfast, sir," Loki says, and though his tone is demure, his eyes have a wicked glint in them. He is so breathtaking that Thor is tempted to say to hell with the pretense and simply drag Loki down on the bed to have his way with him. But he knows that would be ruining the fun, and Loki wouldn't appreciate that. Truth be told, Thor wouldn't really either; this is as much his fantasy as it is Loki's, perhaps even more so.
"Thank you, my dear," Thor says.
Loki nods politely. "I've also laid out your clothes for you. Please enjoy your breakfast, sir. I'm going to clean up the kitchen, but don't hesitate to call for me if there's something else you need."
Loki smiles and turns to go but he stumbles a bit on his way out, bumping into Thor's desk. "Oh, I'm sorry, sir," Loki says with a little nervous laugh, "I'm so terribly clumsy today."
Thor smiles. "Think nothing of it, my dear. No harm done."
"I will return to my duties then," Loki says, and then he walks out of the room. Thor's eyes are glued to Loki's ass as he goes, the big white bow from the apron and the little slip of lacy underwear peeking out from underneath Loki's skirt.
Thor looks down at the tray. It's a simple meal: a glass of orange juice and a small open-faced sandwich with cheese and cucumber. Loki knows that Thor never has much appetite before they play their little games. He's always far too excited to eat a huge meal. Thor quickly polishes off his food and then climbs out of bed.
Thor sets his breakfast tray down on his desk and then dresses quickly, eager to begin. Thor doesn't wear this suit very often, usually just for fancier parties or special occasions. Whatever happens today, Thor knows it will be the most excitement this suit has ever seen.
Thor smiles to himself when feels a small tube of lube in his pants pocket. It seems that Loki has thought of everything. Before Thor leaves the room, he glances down at his desk and realizes that the gold watch is missing.
Thor chuckles and shakes his head. "What a naughty maid you are, brother," he says softly, "stealing valuables from your employer."
Thor smiles as he picks up his breakfast tray and heads into the kitchen. He can already tell that this is going to be fun.
***
When Thor enters the living room, Loki is there dusting the top corner of a wall. Though he's a tall man - especially in those shoes - Loki has positioned his body far enough away from the corner that he has to stretch to reach it. The stretch makes Loki's muscles go taut and Thor cannot tear his eyes away from those long shapely legs. Loki stretches a bit more, making his skirt ride up enough for Thor to get an eyeful of his ass in those black lace panties.
"Oh sir," Loki says as he turns around, his eyes full of mock surprise. "I didn't realize you were there."
Thor has to resist the urge to laugh at the blatant lie. "I'm just pleased to see you working so hard," Thor says, every bit the gracious employer.
"Of course," Loki says with a shy smile. "I'll take your tray," he continues as he crosses the room.
"Did you enjoy your meal?" Loki asks once he's taken the tray from Thor's hands.
"Yes, it was..." Thor says as he looks Loki up and down, "delicious. Thank you."
Loki smiles again and then goes to set the tray down on the kitchen counter.
Thor sits down at the kitchen table and picks up the newspaper lying there. His eyes scan over the front page, but he realizes he's incapable of even pretending to read it, not with the way Loki is moving around the room in that uniform.
The kitchen and living room are connected, so Thor has a perfect vantage point to Loki's activities. Loki wipes off the coffee table, bending over far more than is strictly necessary. He "accidentally" drops the TV remote and has to get down on his knees to pull it out from under the couch. Loki is deliberately teasing him, but Thor cannot make a move yet, not without ruining the game. Loki clearly has some plan up his sleeve; for now, Thor must be content with salivating over his brother while he waits for his cue.
"Would you like some coffee, sir?" Loki asks as he saunters back into the kitchen.
Thor inclines his head and smiles. "Yes, that would be wonderful."
Loki grabs a mug and pours a steaming cup of coffee for Thor. He reaches for the bowl of sugar cubes on the counter, but it slips out of his hands and falls. The bowl is plastic so it doesn't break, but the cubes fall out and scatter across the floor.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Loki says, wide-eyed as he stares down at the mess. "I'll clean it up right away, sir."
Thor can't help but feel impressed by how fully Loki is committing to his role. Loki gets down on his hands and knees and starts putting the cubes back in the bowl. His back is to Thor, giving Thor a truly tantalizing view. Loki's ass is sticking out and his stockings fit perfectly around the lean muscles of his thighs. Thor stifles a groan at the way Loki's ass wiggles when he shuffles and turns around to get the sugar cubes closer to Thor. Loki stretches out to grab another cube, when something gold falls out of his bodice and into the bowl.
"What was that?" Thor says sharply, getting to his feet and approaching Loki. Desire and excitement well up inside of him because this is it, this is the moment he's been waiting for.
"I... nothing," Loki says hurriedly. He grabs the watch and tries to shove it back into his bodice but Thor is already there, gripping Loki's wrist hard.
"That's my watch!" Thor yells, snatching it from Loki's hand. "You dirty little thief. After all I've done for you, I cannot believe that you have the nerve to steal from me."
"Please sir, I-"
"No excuses. What have you to say for yourself?" Thor demands as he slips the watch safely into his pocket.
Loki's demure facade drops and he gives Thor a scornful glare. "I wouldn't have done it if you weren't such a cheap bastard who doesn't pay me what I deserve."
Thor makes an offended sound and glares back at Loki for a long moment. "You want what you deserve?" Thor asks, a smug smile forming on his lips. "Then you'll get it."
Thor grabs Loki by the upper arms and starts dragging him across the floor. Loki snarls and struggles a bit, but he doesn't break out of Thor's hold. When they reach the kitchen table, Thor uses his foot to drag one of the chairs out and then sits down.
"What the hell are you doing?" Loki snaps.
"Giving you what you deserve," Thor says. Before Loki can utter another word, Thor drags him up and over his knee, pushing Loki's skirt up with the movement.
"You wouldn't dare," Loki spits out, and though he struggles and complains, Thor can already feel Loki's half-hard cock rubbing against his thigh.
Thor laughs. "Try me," he says, and then he yanks the panties down to Loki's thighs and swats Loki on the ass hard. Loki yelps and kicks his legs out, but Thor keeps him firmly in place.
"Now, are you going to fight me or will you take your punishment willingly?"
Loki makes a frustrated little noise, but his body goes slack.
"Good," Thor says.
"Just shut up and get on with it."
"And still you insult me," Thor says in a displeased tone. "You've earned yourself twenty strokes, my dear."
Thor starts slowly, warming Loki up. He alternates softer and harder smacks, keeping Loki guessing about where Thor will strike him next. Thor hits Loki hard for the last several strokes, picking up his pace and really letting Loki have it. Although Loki lets out a few little grunts, he's largely silent. He won't break, not yet. Not until Thor makes him, and Thor would be lying if he said he weren't looking forward to it.
"Are you sorry, you little thief?"
Loki raises his head and gives Thor a dirty look from over his shoulder. "No."
Thor sighs in disappointment, although he's secretly thrilled at Loki's continued defiance. Loki's ass cheeks are already bright pink and Thor can't wait to make them show even mo
When Thor wakes up in the morning, the summer sun is warm on his face and he breathes in the rich scent of coffee brewing. Loki's side of the bed is empty, but between the smell of coffee and the clanking sounds coming from the kitchen, Thor is pretty sure where his brother has gone off to.Thor stretches and yawns as he sits up in bed. When he looks around, Thor sees that his usually messy room is actually quite clean. His dirty clothes have all been put in the hamper and even his desk has been straightened up; all the papers are stacked neatly and Thor's gold watch - a graduation gift from their parents some years ago - rests on top of them like a paperweight. A nice, charcoal gray business suit is laid out for Thor on his desk chair, complete with a tie and vest.He and Loki had discussed this particular idea a few weeks ago and Thor shivers with anticipation because today is the day the fantasy becomes reality. It's been almost a year since they started playing their little games, but Thor has yet to grow tired of it. He doubts he ever will, not with the way Loki constantly keeps him on his toes.Thor smiles at the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. He's definitely eager to get a glimpse of Loki in his new outfit. When Loki finally does enter the room, Thor is utterly speechless. All he seems to be capable of is sitting there with his mouth gaping open as he stares at his brother.Loki is decked out in a full French maid uniform. He looks absolutely stunning from head to toe, from his frilly white headband to his black platform pumps. Thor holds back a moan as he takes in the rest of the outfit: the fitted black bodice with white lace trim, the little apron over an obscenely short skirt, and silky black thigh high stockings. Loki has grown his hair out over the past few months and it hangs loose around his shoulders. His eyes are lined with black eyeliner, making green of his irises stand out that much more.Loki holds a small, wooden tray in his hands, and he elegantly crosses the room and hands it to Thor."Your breakfast, sir," Loki says, and though his tone is demure, his eyes have a wicked glint in them. He is so breathtaking that Thor is tempted to say to hell with the pretense and simply drag Loki down on the bed to have his way with him. But he knows that would be ruining the fun, and Loki wouldn't appreciate that. Truth be told, Thor wouldn't really either; this is as much his fantasy as it is Loki's, perhaps even more so."Thank you, my dear," Thor says.Loki nods politely. "I've also laid out your clothes for you. Please enjoy your breakfast, sir. I'm going to clean up the kitchen, but don't hesitate to call for me if there's something else you need."Loki smiles and turns to go but he stumbles a bit on his way out, bumping into Thor's desk. "Oh, I'm sorry, sir," Loki says with a little nervous laugh, "I'm so terribly clumsy today."Thor smiles. "Think nothing of it, my dear. No harm done.""I will return to my duties then," Loki says, and then he walks out of the room. Thor's eyes are glued to Loki's ass as he goes, the big white bow from the apron and the little slip of lacy underwear peeking out from underneath Loki's skirt.Thor looks down at the tray. It's a simple meal: a glass of orange juice and a small open-faced sandwich with cheese and cucumber. Loki knows that Thor never has much appetite before they play their little games. He's always far too excited to eat a huge meal. Thor quickly polishes off his food and then climbs out of bed.Thor sets his breakfast tray down on his desk and then dresses quickly, eager to begin. Thor doesn't wear this suit very often, usually just for fancier parties or special occasions. Whatever happens today, Thor knows it will be the most excitement this suit has ever seen.Thor smiles to himself when feels a small tube of lube in his pants pocket. It seems that Loki has thought of everything. Before Thor leaves the room, he glances down at his desk and realizes that the gold watch is missing.Thor chuckles and shakes his head. "What a naughty maid you are, brother," he says softly, "stealing valuables from your employer."Thor smiles as he picks up his breakfast tray and heads into the kitchen. He can already tell that this is going to be fun.***When Thor enters the living room, Loki is there dusting the top corner of a wall. Though he's a tall man - especially in those shoes - Loki has positioned his body far enough away from the corner that he has to stretch to reach it. The stretch makes Loki's muscles go taut and Thor cannot tear his eyes away from those long shapely legs. Loki stretches a bit more, making his skirt ride up enough for Thor to get an eyeful of his ass in those black lace panties."Oh sir," Loki says as he turns around, his eyes full of mock surprise. "I didn't realize you were there."Thor has to resist the urge to laugh at the blatant lie. "I'm just pleased to see you working so hard," Thor says, every bit the gracious employer."Of course," Loki says with a shy smile. "I'll take your tray," he continues as he crosses the room."Did you enjoy your meal?" Loki asks once he's taken the tray from Thor's hands."Yes, it was..." Thor says as he looks Loki up and down, "delicious. Thank you."Loki smiles again and then goes to set the tray down on the kitchen counter.Thor sits down at the kitchen table and picks up the newspaper lying there. His eyes scan over the front page, but he realizes he's incapable of even pretending to read it, not with the way Loki is moving around the room in that uniform.The kitchen and living room are connected, so Thor has a perfect vantage point to Loki's activities. Loki wipes off the coffee table, bending over far more than is strictly necessary. He "accidentally" drops the TV remote and has to get down on his knees to pull it out from under the couch. Loki is deliberately teasing him, but Thor cannot make a move yet, not without ruining the game. Loki clearly has some plan up his sleeve; for now, Thor must be content with salivating over his brother while he waits for his cue."Would you like some coffee, sir?" Loki asks as he saunters back into the kitchen.Thor inclines his head and smiles. "Yes, that would be wonderful."Loki grabs a mug and pours a steaming cup of coffee for Thor. He reaches for the bowl of sugar cubes on the counter, but it slips out of his hands and falls. The bowl is plastic so it doesn't break, but the cubes fall out and scatter across the floor."Oh, I'm so sorry," Loki says, wide-eyed as he stares down at the mess. "I'll clean it up right away, sir."Thor can't help but feel impressed by how fully Loki is committing to his role. Loki gets down on his hands and knees and starts putting the cubes back in the bowl. His back is to Thor, giving Thor a truly tantalizing view. Loki's ass is sticking out and his stockings fit perfectly around the lean muscles of his thighs. Thor stifles a groan at the way Loki's ass wiggles when he shuffles and turns around to get the sugar cubes closer to Thor. Loki stretches out to grab another cube, when something gold falls out of his bodice and into the bowl.
"What was that?" Thor says sharply, getting to his feet and approaching Loki. Desire and excitement well up inside of him because this is it, this is the moment he's been waiting for.
"I... nothing," Loki says hurriedly. He grabs the watch and tries to shove it back into his bodice but Thor is already there, gripping Loki's wrist hard.
"That's my watch!" Thor yells, snatching it from Loki's hand. "You dirty little thief. After all I've done for you, I cannot believe that you have the nerve to steal from me."
"Please sir, I-"
"No excuses. What have you to say for yourself?" Thor demands as he slips the watch safely into his pocket.
Loki's demure facade drops and he gives Thor a scornful glare. "I wouldn't have done it if you weren't such a cheap bastard who doesn't pay me what I deserve."
Thor makes an offended sound and glares back at Loki for a long moment. "You want what you deserve?" Thor asks, a smug smile forming on his lips. "Then you'll get it."
Thor grabs Loki by the upper arms and starts dragging him across the floor. Loki snarls and struggles a bit, but he doesn't break out of Thor's hold. When they reach the kitchen table, Thor uses his foot to drag one of the chairs out and then sits down.
"What the hell are you doing?" Loki snaps.
"Giving you what you deserve," Thor says. Before Loki can utter another word, Thor drags him up and over his knee, pushing Loki's skirt up with the movement.
"You wouldn't dare," Loki spits out, and though he struggles and complains, Thor can already feel Loki's half-hard cock rubbing against his thigh.
Thor laughs. "Try me," he says, and then he yanks the panties down to Loki's thighs and swats Loki on the ass hard. Loki yelps and kicks his legs out, but Thor keeps him firmly in place.
"Now, are you going to fight me or will you take your punishment willingly?"
Loki makes a frustrated little noise, but his body goes slack.
"Good," Thor says.
"Just shut up and get on with it."
"And still you insult me," Thor says in a displeased tone. "You've earned yourself twenty strokes, my dear."
Thor starts slowly, warming Loki up. He alternates softer and harder smacks, keeping Loki guessing about where Thor will strike him next. Thor hits Loki hard for the last several strokes, picking up his pace and really letting Loki have it. Although Loki lets out a few little grunts, he's largely silent. He won't break, not yet. Not until Thor makes him, and Thor would be lying if he said he weren't looking forward to it.
"Are you sorry, you little thief?"
Loki raises his head and gives Thor a dirty look from over his shoulder. "No."
Thor sighs in disappointment, although he's secretly thrilled at Loki's continued defiance. Loki's ass cheeks are already bright pink and Thor can't wait to make them show even mo
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