Author's Notes: Let's be honest, we all wanted to see what Amy's French Maid costume would have looked like. I also wanted to do another Rory story because I don't think I did him justice last time. He's bagged one of the hottest women ever as his wife, he must be pretty good in the sack! He's also just a great character who deserves to get some of this action from his wife. The plot's pretty simple but I worked quite hard on this one so I really hope you like it!

Forget the police uniform, Rory thought. Amy's french maid costume was made for him. He'd just come back from a long day's work at the hospital, tired and frustrated, when he found his gorgeous redhead wife, in costume, bent over the sofa so her panties were clearly visible beneath the skirt, pretending to dust with a little light blue duster.

It was a tiny black dress, starting halfway down her shoulders and ending just as her thighs had barely begun. The edges were frilled with white, and a frilly white apron shape was laid on too of the dress. Two thin black straps held it up, and an equally thin black ribbon was tied round her neck like a choker. Amy was wearing her favourite black stockings, and small but impressive high heeled shoes, also black. Her hair was tied back in a bob with the rest of her ginger locks wrapped messily around it - an unusual look for Amy - with a black and white tiara-like headband in pride of place.

Rather than turn around fully and deprive him of the view she was giving him, Amy simply turned her head to glance back over her shoulder at her husband. "Bonjour, sir" she greeted him in what Rory could not deny was probably the worst French accent he had ever heard. He felt the blood rushing to his crotch nonetheless. "Iz my work... how you say... satisfactory?" Amy smirked seductively, standing up now and turning to face him.

Rory couldn't stop himself from licking his lips with anticipation. Amy watched as he dragged his finger along the table she hadn't really been dusting and a thin layer dust particles came away on it. He held it up or her to see. She faked surprise. "Someone hasn't been doing their job properly," he said in his usual resigned tone of voice. "I will make it up to you, sir" Amy promised eagerly. Rory sat down on the sofa: "no I'm afraid this is more serious than that. You need to learn a lesson..." He patted his lap for her to sit and Amy put her hand over her mouth in genuine surprise.

Amy delicately placed her rear on his lap and his hands instantly went to her thighs, rubbing gently. She bit down on her bottom lip, feeling his erection pressed against her, and the gentle rubbing of his fingertips on her soft thighs.

"It's just not acceptable."

"No sir."

"You're here to do a job."

"Yes sir."

"And you haven't done it!"

"I'm sorry sir."

"If you don't do the job you're supposed to, then there's no point you being here..."

"Please sir, give me one more chance, I'll do anything!"

Rory's hands were gripping her thighs tightly now, his nails starting to dig into the soft flesh. His head dipped to her neck, kissing up along it until he found her right earlobe, and then he whispered: "take your punishment well, and we'll see..."

Amy had never heard such an edge to her husband's voice. She was actually trembling with excitement. She let out a very Scottish whelp of surprise as he yanked her off his lap and repositioned her so she was bent over it, rear up in the air. The palm of his hand rested on her ass, his thumb stroking gently, threateningly.

Rory's hand ran up her smooth long leg before returning to her ass. Without warning, he placed a harsh smack on the left globe, the skirt riding up over her cheeks as the blow made her body jump. Amy bit down on her lip and edged closer to him, rubbing lightly against him as she arched. He gave her backside another slap, and Amy let out a small whimper she gave. With a triumphant grin, he smacked her again and then again, each blow harder than the last and reddening her cheeks beneath those tight thin panties, evoking little whimpers from the helpless redhead. Amy's mouth contorted into an 'O' shape with each whimper she gave him.

Rory stopped, and now started to knead the two cheeks in his hands, treasuring the soft flesh and even softer mewls she made for him. The spanking had hurt at first, but soon given way to an intense erotic pleasure. She could feel her nipples hardening and her entrance getting a little too wet for comfort. She need those arousing vibrations his hand had sent rippling through her. "Hit me again," she begged, and she could hardly believe what she was saying. Rory squeezed her buttocks a little tighter. "Say please," he answered. Amy couldn't think of a single time she'd had to ask him for anything more than once. He really was enjoying this. "Please," she squeaked as he pinched her behind impatiently. All pretense of a French accent was gone now, and her familiar sexy Scottish tones were drifting back. "Well, if you insist..." Rory grinned.

The following loud harsh smacks, made the red glow spread across her ass even more. The spanks sent a pleasure through Amy unlike any she'd ever known before. She found herself, rubbing her body against his erection desperately, egged on by each hard spank, Rory's own groans almost as loud as hers now. He gently lifted her between slaps to ease down her underwear, leaving her sex naked and open to the cool air. The red handprints on her small perfectly formed ass were visible to the world now, as was her wetness. The spanking was no longer precise or careful as his erection throbbed painfully, but wild and harsh, pummelling the redhead's sore aching butt. Amy was shrieking now in a mixture of pain and delight. She barely noticed as with one hand, he defly untied her hair and let it fall down her back, long red locks as beautiful as ever

Suddenly he grabbed a fistful of her ginger hair and yanked her back up. Amy cried out as he pushed her down onto the sofa. She let out a deep sigh of anticipation though as he dropped to his knees in front of her, placed one hand on each of her inner thighs and spread her legs wide apart. He held up two fingers with a smile and Amy braced herself. The two digits drove into her entrance, pushing past her folds and delving deeper and deeper. Amy gasped at the feeling of him inside her. Her gasps soon turned to moans as his head dove forwards too and she left his tongue lapping at her clit. Her whole body trembled as he worked it perfectly. He knew her well and he was on fire today.

Amy's hips bucked and spasmed as he tormented her pussy. He was fingering her so much harder and rougher than he usually did. Amy didn't know where this new Rory had come from but she hoped he stayed. Her hands with in his short brown hair, holding on for dear life. She felt his teeth graze against her clitoris and she almost screamed. When a third finger found its way inside her, Amy couldn't take it anymore. Her whole body erupted into violent spasm and orgasm gushed from her aching vagina. Rory stepped back and she watched as he stripped off, his cock unbelievably hard and upright, and if Amy wasn't mistaken it seemed to have manage to grow longer that it usually did.

He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her into the air. Amy's arms snaked around his shoulders and her legs pressed tightly to his sides. She was light, but he still stumbled as he carried her. Their mouths smashed together in a passionate kiss, Rory extracting a desperate moan of lust from her as his lips pushed roughly against hers. He found stability as he slammed her back into the wall, sandwiching her between him and the cold hard wall. She was still held up in the air, clinging to him desperately as he guided his cock to her entrance and pressed inside agonisingly slowly. Amy whimpered.

His own hands were on her shoulders, easing the straps of her dress down. That accomplished, he could roll her dress further down to expose her naked heaving bosoms. She wasn't wearing a bra. His hips began to rock against hers, and his member eased in and out of her gently at first but quickly picking up the pace. Amy's nails dug into his shoulders and she cried out as he pounded her against the wall harder and harder. Rory wasn't listening though because he'd now buried his face in her large tits, licking and biting at the hard erect nipples. His hands were now on her legs, tugging her stockings down as far as he could and raking his nails roughly down her thighs. He left a trail of red marks down the soft pale skin of her legs as he dragged his nails down them over and over.

The Scotsgirl was shrieking uncontrollably, crying out his name, as he nailed her to the wall. "Oh god," she cried as he pulled her away from the wall and managed to stumble through to the bedroom. They fell backwards onto the bed, Amy on top at first. Her arms released his shoulders and pressed to his chest for a moment, running down his smooth toned stomach. Then he flipped her onto her back so he was in control once more and pinned her arms down up above her head. His hips drove down into her as again and she was soon a whimpering sweaty mess once more.

Her legs flailed wildly and uncontrollably in the air as his cock slammed down into the redhead over and over again, thoroughly claiming his wife's tight pussy as his tonight. The remains of her French Maid costume were drenched in sweat and the skirt was stained with her own cum but god she looked so damn good. He pushed her wrists further and further up above her head, stretching her out, making her body arch up to his and allowing his thrusts to dig deeper and deeper. The force of the fucking was making Amy's eyes water. Rory's teeth were gritted together, giving the redhead everything he had. She screamed out in another orgasm, and this time Rory joined her, grunting slowly to a halt. Her face as he finished inside her was the most delicious view that Rory had ever had the privilege of seeing.

"Fuck," he heard Amy mutter as he rolled over to lie next to her, both of them panting for breath, "it's always the quiet ones..." Rory smirked slightly at that. He looked over at his wife, messy, sweaty, gasping for breath and grinning from ear to ear and it made him grin too. "Think you've learnt your lesson?" he grinned, reaching over and stroking her cheek before pulling her into a wet sloppy kiss. "I'm not sure," she breathed out as the kiss ended, her breasts still heaving with every breath. Rory pushed her ginger hair out of her eyes then slumped down onto his back, trying to bring his breathing under control. "Well give me an hour to catch my breath and then we'll try again," he told her. Amy smirked, trialing a finger down his chest: "You're on," she leant in to his ear to whisper: "But next time you're wearing a costume, Centurion..."