Maid to Order (20 page)

‘She is intact. I extend my apologies for doubting you.’

Mel let go and I hurriedly turned over, covering my tits and pussy in best outraged virgin style. He was smiling now, which made him look even creepier than before, and had sat down on the edge of the bed.

‘Say to me, Jemima,’ he asked. ‘Does your mother spank you often?’

What with having bits of raw chicken glued into my pussy and having to stick my bum in the air for an intimate inspection, I’d forgotten all about Danielle, so that for an instant I thought he meant Mum. That made it such a nasty shock that even when I did realise, all I could manage was a feeble nod. It seemed to be exactly what he wanted; the excitement rising in his voice as he went on.’Does she always pull your panties down?’

Again I nodded, because the image he’d planted wouldn’t go away, of me over Mum’s knee with my knickers turned down at the back and Pippa sat giggling on the sofa as she watched me get my bottom smacked.

‘Ah, yes,’ the Tradesman was saying, ‘it is so important that a girl should take a spanking with her panties down; but do you mind?’

I tried to concentrate, wondering what answer he’d expect: yes, that I hated going bare bottom, or no, that I accepted it as necessary for my discipline. The truth was somewhere in-between, that it was just something that happened when I was spanked, like Dad having a whisky when he got home from work. He didn’t have to do it, but he always did; in much the same way my panties came down. But if Senor Juan
Márquez y Lucientes liked virgins he probably liked good girls too, fairly good ones anyway.

‘A ... a naughty girl should always be spanked bare bottom,’ I said. ‘So no, I don’t mind. I know they have to come down.’

He gave a sigh of such profound ecstasy that for a moment I thought he’d come in his pants, only for him to carry on.

‘And your mother, she takes down your panties always, or sometimes she makes you take them down?’

‘She always takes them down herself,’ I answered automatically.

This time he looked disappointed and I hastened to correct myself. ‘Except sometimes, when she makes me take them off in front of her, and gives me a lecture before my spanking.’

This time I imagined Danielle, telling me off as I stood in front of her, bottomless with my hands on my head and Summer watching. I was going to kill Morris.

‘A wise woman,’ the Tradesman commented. ‘And I have seen that she spanks you hard, as a bad, bad girl should be spanked. Still you have the blemishes.’

I nodded, not sure if he expected an answer.

‘But then,’ he said, ‘why does she put you on her udder?’

Mel burst out laughing, then quickly apologised as he threw her a filthy look.

‘Her breast,’ I supplied.

‘Not when it’s Harriet,’ Mel said quietly.

This time the tradesman’s look was questioning.

‘Harriet, Mrs Hegedus,’ Mel explained casually as my face flared crimson. ‘She takes over Jemima’s discipline when Danielle’s not about, and she lets her suckle too. She has big breasts.’

As Mel spoke she held her hands under her own boobs, which were hardly small, indicating even bigger ones. The Tradesmen smiled.

‘Senora Hegedus? She does, yes,
muy grande
.’

He laughed, then turned to me again. ‘So why?’

‘To ... to comfort me,’ I managed, now as red as a beetroot. ‘To make me feel better after my spanking, but ... but to make me feel small too, like I’m a baby.’

‘This is good,’ he replied, ‘and now I understand. Yes, you should not forget you are her baby. So last, into the corner you go to show your red bottom?’

‘I have to do corner time, yes.’

He clapped his hands and turned to Morris.

‘She is perfection. Never should I have doubted you. I wonder, does she need sodomising?’

You don’t often see Morris Rathwell taken by surprise, but his eyebrows rose at least a quarter of an inch.

‘Um ... well,’ he began, glancing at me as I gave a squeak of alarm. ‘Perhaps later?’

‘You must excuse me,’ the Tradesman responded. ‘My English is not perfected.’

He went on in Spanish, addressing Mel, who then turned to me. ‘He wants to pay you for a bum shag.’

‘I gathered that! Um ... look, I ...’

He’d got me impossibly flustered: my stomach churning and my pussy hot, my head full of confusing thoughts about spanking. I didn’t know if I was ready to be prostituted to the Tradesmen, or how easily I’d be able to accommodate him up my bottom for that matter; an idea that seemed to be utterly revolting and irresistibly exciting at the same time. Mel was talking to him, maybe selling me, a thought that made me want to spread my legs then and there.

‘OK,’ I said very quietly. ‘But Mel stays in the room.’

She spoke, he spoke back, and I’d been sold. He paid then and there, placing the money on the mantelpiece. Morris left the room and I was put on my knees to suck him erect while Mel poured him a drink and got my bottom ready. His cock was thick and dark brown, a bit like Mr Hegedus, but with an enormously fat head, so big it was like sucking on a golf ball; something Hudson had made me do as part of my blowjob training. Like a lot of older, fatter men, he took his time as well and was still only half stiff as Mel came out from the bathroom with the same lube Mr Morozov had used, and a slim pink butt plug.

‘Stick your bum out, Jem,’ she said happily as she got down beside me. ‘You have a lovely cock, Senor
Márquez y Lucientes.’

‘And you, you have lovely udders ... no, breasts,’ he replied. ‘May I see them, perhaps?’

Mel shrugged and began to unfasten her blouse. He watched, one hand resting lightly on the back of my head to control the rhythm of my sucking as she peeled off, first her bloused and then her bra, to bare her heavy, black breasts. She held them up, stroking her nipples to make them stiff. He gave a please sigh and began to push himself in and out of my mouth.

I’d stuck my bottom out as ordered, and closed my eyes, concentrating on the taste and feel of his cock in my mouth, and I tried to relax as Mel put one well lubricated finger to my bumhole. She teased me for a moment, tickling my hole before easing her finger gently inside and up my bottom. I stuck it out a bit more, thinking of how I was being prepared for a buggering from the man whose cock was growing in my mouth and how the woman doing it had sold me to him.

‘That’s right,’ Mel said softly. ‘Just take it easy and ...’

She trailed off as she removed her finger, replacing it with the butt plug. I felt my ring start to spread as she pushed for the first time; a little more the second time, to leave me feeling open and loose as she pulled back, only to then push more firmly, easing the plug all the way in to my bumhole stretched taut and open.

‘Up it goes. There, you do look cute.’

Senor
Márquez y Lucientes still wasn’t fully hard, maybe because I’d been concentrating on accepting the plug up my bottom, so I took his balls out and into my mouth while tugging on his shaft. Mel saw and began to play with her boobs, cupping them in her hands and rubbing them on my back. I was getting horny for her, eager to suckle on her lovely big breasts or have her sit on my face, but I’d been paid for a buggering and carried on playing with his cock, until at last he had a thick, stiff erection rising from his open trousers into my mouth.

‘Now I am ready,’ he said. ‘Show me that little bottom, and your virgin cunt ... kneeling.’

I didn’t need telling, and quickly turned from the chair to lay my upper body over the bed with my bottom presented. He gave a grunt of effort as he heaved himself out of the chair, but he was eager enough, shuffling over to me on his knees with his cock aimed between my cheeks. Mel came and sat down on the bed, stroking my back as he got behind me. His cock touched my pussy and for a moment I thought he was going to ram it up, bursting my fake hymen for the supposed thrill of taking my virginity, only for him to start rubbing his huge knob on my clit. My mouth came wide in a gasp of pleasure, and he chuckled to see hear my helpless response. I really couldn’t help myself, pushing myself back onto his prick, only for him to stop rubbing and just for one instant press his knob to my hole as if to fuck me.

‘One day, little one,’ he said. ‘What do I do with this?’

His fingers had found the base of my plug as he spoke, to pull it free, none to gently, and leave my bumhole agape for his cock.

‘Give it to me,’ Mel said. ‘Open wide, Jemima.’

‘Hey, no! Mel.’

‘Hush,’ she said firmly and the plug had been pushed into my mouth.

He gave a lewd chuckle to see me made to suck on something that had just been up my bottom and I hung my head as his cock pressed to my open, slippery rear hole. Mel began to stroke me again, cuddling close so that her naked breasts were pressed to my side. I twisted around, smothering my face between them as he pushed and I felt my anus start to spread.

‘Is this the first time?’ he grunted, and pushed.

My answer was a gasp as my anus gave to the pressure, his bloated cock head now up my bum with my ring pushing in on his shaft. I couldn’t have answered him anyway, with the butt plug in my mouth and my face smothered in Mel’s boobs.

‘I think it is,’ she said, and he made an animal noise in his throat as he jammed another inch or so of prick into my rectum.

I felt as if I was going to split, my ring straining wide on his shaft and pulling in and out as he continued with my buggering, forcing himself gradually deeper with his hands locked on my hips and his thumbs spreading my cheeks to show off my buggered anus. I took it gasping and shaking, clinging onto Mel and rubbing my face in her cleavage for comfort, until at last she took pity on me, pulling the butt plug free of my mouth and substituting one hard black nipple. He said something in Spanish as I began to suckle, gave another push and I could feel his belly pressing to my bum cheeks. Another and his balls were touching my pussy, the full, fat length of his cock now bloating out my rectum.

He buggered me hard, grunting like a pig as he rammed his cock in and out of my bum hole with his fat belly squashing against my cheeks, and his balls slapping on my empty cunt. I’d soon reached back to masturbate, all thoughts of pretending to be shy and reluctant forgotten, my head full of how I’d been
sold and buggered, but that wasn’t what I needed to come over. Any other time, yes: for the sheer, filthy, sleazy delight of remembering how I was, bent over the bed with my bumhole speared on his erection and my cheeks open to his eager gaze, his cock pulling my straining ring in and out while the money I’d been paid for the use of my bottom lay on the mantelpiece, while the woman who’d sold me gave me comfort by stroking my hair and letting me suck on her nipples.

As my fingers worked my clit my thoughts had gone elsewhere, to what he’d said and the pictures he’d conjured up, first of me standing bottomless in front of Danielle for a lecture with Summer watching my humiliation. That put tears in my eyes, because I didn’t want it to turn me on, but I couldn’t stop myself, yet even that wasn’t the final indignity I needed for my orgasm. The Tradesman saw the wet of my tears on Mel’s breasts and grunted something, obviously getting off on my crying as he buggered me, but in my head I was far away, lying across Mum’s knee with my skirt tucked up and my knickers pulled down while Pippa giggled over the sight of her little sister getting a spanking.

I was a little sore after my buggering from the Tradesman, and very ashamed of myself for what I’d come over, but that didn’t stop me enjoying the rest of the party. Once I’d got in my little uniform, but leaving my froufrou knickers off, everybody was admiring my bruises and it was fun watching the other girls get spanked while nobody was allowed to touch me. My resentment was still there, but now focussed on Danielle save for a lingering spark that made me want to get back at Morris, so I stuck to the people who were friendly to me as well as pervy – mainly Lucius and the Razorback boys. I got very drunk too, and ended up treating Monty, Jeff and Gavin to blow jobs in my chalet before having my false virginity ritually taken in a game of cards that lasted until dawn.

The next day was a write-off. My head hurt and so did just about every other muscle in my body. I stayed in bed, with the door locked, ignoring Stefan’s angry demands to come and help with breakfast. He went away in the end, after threatening to get me sacked and spanked, neither of which bothered me in the slightest. I went back to sleep and didn’t wake up again until well into the afternoon. By then all the guests had left, except for Mr Morozov, Mel and Morris, who told me he’d had arranged another party two weeks later on the Saturday evening with the fox hunt the following day.

I went for a walk with Karay to clear my head, both of the fumes from the night before and my muddled emotions for the way I couldn’t help growing aroused over what should have been the most inappropriate thoughts imaginable. In the end I got so turned on that I let him fuck me, enjoying every second for all my aches and pains, with his fur coat tickling my bum and his lovely big cock working in my hole until he’d spunked up inside me. I rubbed myself off in the mess while he obligingly licked my bum, bringing me to a truly wonderful orgasm that left me feeling a great deal better as we made our way back to the hotel.

Mel was waiting for me in the bar, to check that I was really up for the hunt and to make sure I was willing to call Amber and Kay. I wasn’t particularly happy about being the bait for her intended revenge, but the thought of being taken to bed by them was highly intriguing. I knew Amber’s reputation for needing to find an excuse before she could enjoy her submission, so in the end I agreed to do it. But with a warning, calling her to say that though I’d love to play with them at Morris’s party, Mel would be after her. She said she’d call back.

The next two weeks passed quickly. I’d got so used to being a maid, it had become automatic; serving and cleaning, being told what to do by everybody, even being spanked now and then, though all that bare bottom discipline is hardly recommended treatment for employees in the service industry. But after over a week without it, I was getting needy before my bruises had even gone and gave no resistance when Mr Hegedus used a broken cup as an excuse to turn me over his knee in my chalet, and then made me suck him off.

After that it was business as usual, with my uniform skirt getting turned up several times a day for my bottom to be smacked, while I seemed to spend half my life down on either cock or nipple for a mouthful of spunk or milk from my bosses. I preferred Mrs Hegedus, because while they’d both spanked me, at least she had the consideration to rub me off while she fed me. She’d begun to make me lick too, with my head clamped between her huge thighs and my hair in her fist to keep me in place until she was finished.

Amber didn’t call back until the Saturday morning, to tell me she and Kay would come, while making it very clear that they wanted me in bed with them that night, which left my tummy fluttering and my mouth dry as I went about my work. As usual we had to clear the hotel, and I was still carrying suitcases outside for the ordinary guests when I saw a small red car coming down the drive. It was Penny, two hours earlier than she was supposed to arrive; although as she never looked anything but completely respectable it didn’t really matter. I finished what I was doing and joined her in the bar, only to be steered outside and along the cliff path.

‘I’ve got you a place,’ she said as soon as we were clear of any flapping ears. ‘As a lab assistant in my own department. But I can’t hold it for very long and we should really have advertised the post. It doesn’t pay all that much, but it’ll be more than you’re getting here.’

‘For being a maid, yes. But I’m getting five hundred just for tonight’s party, and more tomorrow.’

‘Jemima!’ she sighed. ‘Must you?’

‘Yes, I must. I want to pay my way through uni.’

‘I know, but still ... I just wish you wouldn’t, not for money.’

‘We’ve had this out before.’

‘Yes, we have, haven’t we, and look what happened with Danielle.’

‘How did you know about that!?’

‘Melody told me, while offering me five hundred pounds to give you an aunt-to-niece spanking. I refused.’

‘Oh. I wouldn’t mind, not with you.’

‘Jemima!’

‘Oh all right, I suppose you’re right about Morris. But how about if I leave here, stop going to the parties, but keep my private gentlemen?’

‘I’d rather you didn’t, but ... maybe. Where would you entertain them, or whatever you call it?’

‘At your house, maybe?’

‘At my house!’

‘Why not? There’s plenty of room. I could even stay with you, and that way I wouldn’t have to live with Danielle, and it would be better for getting into work, and you can spank me.’

I added the last bit quietly, knowing she liked to and hoping the offer would be too good to resist. She wasn’t so easily taken in. ‘I intend to!’ she assured me. ‘Hard, and often. But you cannot bring your clients to my house, Jemima! It’s not a brothel!’

‘It’s only spanking.’

‘It’s not a spanking brothel either! For goodness sake, your grandmother lives across the road! Anyway, it’s not only spanking, is it? You suck them off afterwards, don’t you?’

‘Usually, but so what? You get up to far worse, and it’s not as if I’ll be bringing random nutcases home, only my private gentlemen. How about Lucius Todmorden?’

‘He’s safe, it’s true, but ...’

‘And even if Grandma walks in she’ll just think he’s come to visit about your will or something.’

‘Oh right, while he’s spanking you upstairs?’

‘Well, we’ll have to be a bit clever about it, obviously. But it would only be once a week or so, twice maybe ... three times tops, and we’d agree who I could bring, and ...’

‘Jemima,’ she interrupted, ‘you are not using my house as a spanking brothel and that’s that!’

‘If you want me to quit on Morris you’re going to have to let me.’

She didn’t answer and looked pretty cross as we walked on, up the hill to the very top, not far from the hollow where I’d let Karay fuck me two weeks before.

‘Just three men,’ I urged. ‘That’s all, I promise.’

‘Who?’ she demanded, weakening.

‘Lucius,’ I said quickly, ‘and Mr Morozov, and maybe this Mexican guy I met, Senor Juan
Márquez y Lucientes. They’re rich men, and very discreet.’

She was staring out to sea, biting her lip, and spoke suddenly, her voice far from confident. ‘OK, but you’re to give notice today.’

‘Tomorrow,’ I pleaded, ‘after the hunt, but you’re coming aren’t you, so I can just leave with you. Nobody’s going to stop me, are they, not after the way they’ve treated me?’

‘That’s true,’ she agreed. ‘OK, have it your way.’

I kissed her and we walked back down the hill hand in hand. Other people were beginning to arrive: Morris with Melody and her entourage, Fat Jeff, then Mr Protheroe and Mr Judd, whose eyes followed me and Penny as we walked across the car park as if glued to our bottoms. Jeff was even less reserved, coming up between us and taking a cheek in each hand as he spoke. ‘Ah! Nothing like a handful of nice, bouncy girlflesh. So what’s Morris got lined up for us tonight, eh?’

‘We’re having a lottery, sort of,’ I told him. ‘It’s called Joker in the Pack. Amber wouldn’t come unless Mel told her how it works and she told me. Everybody’s name goes in a hat on a piece of paper and the girls have to nominate somebody to pull one out on their behalf. Whoever’s name is chosen gets to spank them, or they can have another go, but it’s a spanking and the cane. Or a third go, but it’s a spanking and cane again, and whoever they pick last gets to take them up to his room, or her room, which is why it’s so clever. Mel knows Amber will keeping picking in the hope of getting a girl, but the odds are she’ll end up getting spanked, caned and taken upstairs by somebody like Mr Protheroe. Mel would love that.’

‘She’d prefer to punish Amber herself,’ Penny put in. ‘And anyway, we’ll probably have to go more than once each so Amber’s almost certain to get done by a man.’

‘Sounds good either way,’ Jeff said. ‘So what’s the joker?’

‘If you pick your own name you get passed around,’ I told him. ‘Just for spanking, but from everybody, and no backing out.’

He laughed. ‘Who’re the girls, other than Morris’s crew and you two?’

I didn’t know, and told him so, leaving him to talk to Penny because what she’d said had made me think. Amber was sure she knew what Mel was up to and had decided to take her chances, accepting a spanking from whoever she picked. There was still a risk of picking Mel, or getting passed around, but Mel was taking the same risk. Somehow it had to be fixed, perhaps by having a second hat in which every piece of paper had Mel’s name written on it, or worse, Amber’s. That also explained why the girls weren’t allowed to do the draw themselves, so that if Amber challenged her result, Morris would have a chance to switch hats. I was sure I had it, and was smiling to myself as we entered the hotel, only to be brought up short by Stefan.

‘Better get that skimpy uniform on, Jemima,’ he ordered. ‘You’re serving lunch.’

I didn’t argue, but apologised to Penny and made for my chalet. It was for the best anyway, because while everybody was in the restaurant, I could look for the second hat and either just pinch it, or if I had time, change all the names, maybe to Penny, who would be the softest option for Amber, not Kay, because I knew she found it almost as humiliating to be spanked by her own, very submissive, girlfriend as by Mel.

It had been a while since I’d worn my sexy uniform, and as I pulled my froufrous up I realised that I’d put on a little weight, no doubt partly made up of Mrs Hegedus’s milk and her husband’s spunk, although with so much food available all the time it was hard not to pig out. My bottom did look a little plumper in the mirror, especially with my froufrous pulled tight across my cheeks.

I told myself I’d still be the slimmest girl at the party, but that didn’t make me any less conscious of the way my bottom bulged in my froufrous as I hurried back to the restaurant. And I was wishing I’d refused Mrs Hegedus’s offer of bacon, eggs, black pudding and beans that morning, which had left my tummy bulging ever so slightly as well. Not that I need have worried, with the men paying me more attention than anybody else over dinner, with hands on my bottom every time I bent to serve.

Amber hadn’t arrived and I was kept too busy to ring her mobile and warn her, but there was a big cardboard box on the front desk, which I was sure would contain the gear for the evening, including the hat, or hats. It was only going to take a second to check, but Mrs Hegedus and Stefan had me running around like a mad thing, while there was a constant trickle of people coming in and out of reception.

I even suggested that Mr Hegedus spank me and make me do corner time by the front door, so that everybody who arrived could see, but it would also mean I was right next to the box. To my surprise he told me we were too busy, not to be such a slut, and that I could count on all the spanking I could handle later on. He was right too, because just about every table was full and we’d served sixty-three covers by the time the last guests were finished.

There were ten girls, twelve including myself, Amber and Kay, to go around fifty-two men plus the other four staff, which meant that I’d have to go up for the draw at least four times, more likely five. That was going to mean a very hot bottom indeed, and I knew that once I was warm I’d be unable to resist turning down my first and second picks so that I ended up being taken upstairs with no say over who got to have me: as scary and as exciting a thought as I could have wished for.

With lunch over Stefan made sure I did my share of the washing up, keeping me away from the box, and when I was finally allowed to mingle it was gone. I knew where it would be though, the Honeymoon Suite, and waited until both Morris and Melody were busy before dashing upstairs with the spare key from reception clutched in my hand. Sure enough, the box was on the floor by the window, but there was only one hat in it: a big glossy topper.

It didn’t take a genius to work out that it was a magician’s hat, and sure enough, the top part of the lining came away to reveal a shallow compartment underneath. With a little sleight of hand Morris could make sure that when Amber’s turn came she was sure to get her own piece of paper, but I couldn’t fix the draw another way for the simple reason that the names hadn’t been written out. I hesitated, wondering what I could possibly do and not paying attention, so that the first I heard of Melody was a cough from directly behind me. The hat was still in my hands and the expression on her face told me she wasn’t going to be accepting any excuses.