Maid to Order (26 page)

‘Just for me!’ she said, an obvious lie.

‘Yeah, right!’ I answered her. ‘Come on, tell me, or I’m going to spank you some more.’

I began to smack her bottom, playing pattacake on her firm little cheeks as she wriggled underneath me, but she wasn’t trying very hard.

‘Jemima!’ she protested.

‘Tell me, Summer,’ I demanded.

‘No! It’s ... it’s private!’

‘Some boy then, or are they going on the net because you like to show off to all the dirty old men who surf for porn. I bet that’s it, isn’t it?’

‘Jemima! OK. OK, they’re for my boyfriend. He ... he asked.’

‘I don’t believe you.’ I did, though, because I’d met him briefly and he was just the sort of dirty little sod who’d want photos of his girlfriend flashing her panties on a swing, but I couldn’t admit it or I’d have to get off her.

‘It’s true!’ she squealed.

‘Yeah, right! Come on, admit it. You’re going to put them up on a picture site, aren’t you?’

‘Jemima!’

‘Admit it, Summer, or I’ll pull down your panties.’

‘Jemima!’

I was still spanking, quite a bit harder now and her cheeks had begun to go pink where the flesh stuck out around the edge of her panties, but she was still playing at being helpless.

‘Come on,’ I urged. ‘Or do you want your panties pulled down?’

I was sure she did, sort of, despite her protests, because I’d played the same game with Pippa a thousand times. ‘I think you do!’ I laughed. ‘I think you want your panties pulled down, don’t you Summer? Hey, everybody, Summer likes her panties pulled down for a smacked bottom!’

There was nobody to hear, but to judge by the squeal she let out in response you’d have thought she had an audience to put one of Morris’s parties to shame. She stayed where she was though and I stopped spanking to take a firm grip on her waistband.

‘Come on, Summer, admit it, or down they come.’

‘Jemima!’

I decided to be firm with her, knowing from my own experience that it’s often OK once your knickers are off.

‘Stop saying “Jemima”, you sound like a parrot. OK then, if you’re not going to admit it, down ... they ... come.’ I spoke the last three words slowly, and as I did so I began to pull, peeling the tiny white panties slowly down over her bottom. She went wild, squealing and thumping her fists on the grass, but it was all fake. I was only sitting on her thighs, and she wasn’t that much smaller than me. She’d still be scared and uncertain, I was sure, but her bottom was bare and I’d won.

‘Now I’m going to spank you anyway,’ I told her, ‘just for fun.’

‘Jemima ...’ Her voice had trailed off this time, and her tone had changed; it was doubtful, pleading, but far from being angry.

‘Hush, it’ll be nice, I promise.’

‘But, Jemima.’

‘Hush.’

I pulled her panties down properly and took a good grip on her skirt, just to make sure she stayed in place. She had a lovely bottom, all the better for being naked, her cheeks little firm eggs of girlflesh, so neat her bumhole showed between them, even when she was face-down, with just a hint of pussy peeping out below. It was a joy to spank her too, from the way her cheeks wobbled to the little cries and sobs she gave with every smack, and even though she was still wriggling I could feel her melting into it as her flesh warmed up.

With every smack my need for her grew, and I could easily have buried my face between her cheeks, or just stuck my hand down my knickers and come over the sight of her now rosy bottom so sweetly framed between panties and skirt. I didn’t know if she was ready though, and forced myself to hold back, now peppering her little pink bottom with gentle smacks and hoping I’d bring the heat to her cunt and that she liked girls. Even if she didn’t, I had to have a photo, and the camera was lying just by her head. I grabbed it, but she realised I was going to take a photo of her smacked bum and gave a sudden lurch.

‘No, Jemima, don’t ...’ she gasped, but I’d gone over, off balance but with the camera in my hand.

She struggled up, tripped over her panties and went down again, into a crawling position, just as I got my finger to the button. The picture was perfect, with her on all fours, her skirt still up and her panties in a tangle around her knees, one tit showing where her crop-top had come up, and her bottom a small red moon right in the middle of the picture with both the tight star of her bumhole and her neat little pussy on plain show.

I was laughing as I rolled away, with her after me, crawling along the ground and grabbing at the camera. She looked so funny that I couldn’t stop laughing, and I pushed the button again but only got a picture of half her face, and a lot of sky as she came down on top of me. I grappled her, trying to get on top so that I could carry on with her spanking, but the feel of her body in my arms and the scent of her hair and the heat of her pussy where her legs were cocked open across my hip was all too much. Her face was next to mine and I kissed her. And kissed her again, pressing my mouth to hers as she tried to pull away briefly before giving in.

Our mouths came open together and all the feelings I’d been bottling up since the moment I met her came flooding out. She met my kisses and even helped me as I quickly pulled her out of her crop top and skirt. Then she was suddenly eager: her thighs opened as my fingers burrowed between them. I held her close, masturbating her as we kissed, too turned on to stop, but determined to give her so much pleasure she’d never look back once I was done.

She came in seconds, arching her back and squirming her cunt onto my hand as I rubbed, her kisses now more passionate than my own. I clung on, praying she wouldn’t get a sudden fit of guilt once she’d finished even as the shivers of her climax ran through her. She didn’t, her cuddles growing gradually bolder as I soothed her, and when I pulled my own top up her mouth went straight to my breasts. I let her suckle, holding her tight and stroking her hair, until at last she pulled away, her mouth open and her eyes wide, her face framed in a halo of golden hair as she looked down at me.

‘Do you want me to ...’ Her question was left unfinished, but it was obvious what she was offering. I giggled as I tugged down my jeans and knickers, stripped eagerly and helped her off with her panties, before we rolled back together, now both stark naked. Our inhibitions were gone, our mouths and fingers touching everywhere as we explored each other, breasts and bottoms and pussies. She put a finger in me, began to rub at my clit with her thumb and I gave in to the pleasure, lying back with a sigh. She was giggling as she began to masturbate me and turned a little to let me see her bottom, the cheeks pink with spanking, her pussy swollen and wet.

‘My bum feels all warm!’ she giggled.

I reached out to touch, stroking her hot skin and making her giggle again.

‘You can do it a bit more, if you like?’ she offered.

‘Come a bit closer then.’

She obliged and I began to spank her once more, only now with her fingers working on my pussy to bring me gradually higher. For once I wasn’t going to need a fantasy, because I had one then and there: Summer’s beautiful naked body with her lovely little bottom red with spanking while she brought me off; the girl who’d sat on her and pulled her knickers down; the girl who’d spanked her bare bottom and made her masturbate me, now kneeling with her bum stuck out and every rude detail on show for me to come over.

I grabbed her, hauling her bodily onto me, to bury my face between her thighs. She squeaked in surprise, but didn’t try to stop me, her fingers till busy with my open sex as I began to lick her. I couldn’t stop myself, lapping at her clit and trying to get my tongue up inside her hole, past the tight arc of her hymen, kissing her hot cheeks as I babbled apologies for being rough with her. She giggled, still rubbing, and I lost control completely, sticking my tongue in up her tiny pink bumhole as far as it would go as my body went tight in orgasm.

My hands were on her hips, my face held tight to her naked bottom as I licked her anus, my head full of conflicting emotions as my body jerked in orgasm; I revelled in sheer joy over her body, delighted in the heat of her cheeks from the spanking. And experienced a sense of contrition for doing exactly that, which made having my tongue up her bumhole perfectly appropriate. Only when I ran out of breath did I collapse back on the grass.

‘You licked my bottom!’ she gasped, her voice full of shock, but also delight.

She was still sitting over my face, her bottom cheeks open to show off the tiny pink star between. I pulled up my head just long enough to plant a kiss full on the little wet ring and as I lay back once more she burst into giggles, then said, ‘You, Jemima. You’re the one who needs spanking!’

I got it later that same afternoon, over her knee in the living room in-between her own sessions from me. She was like a wild thing, eager to explore everything she knew about and to learn what she didn’t, including lots and lots of spanking. Three times I made her bend over, and the third time I used a hairbrush on her, leaving her bruised and feeling a little sorry for herself until I kissed her better, on both cheeks and on the hole between. She loved having her bottom licked, something she’d never done before, and made me do it after my punishment, reaching what must have been her fifth orgasm of the afternoon while sat on my face with my tongue up her bumhole and her fingers busy with her cunt. I felt it was only fair that she returned the favour, which led to a lot of pouting before she did me, as I was bent over the very same chair her mother had spanked me across, with her tongue flicking at my pussy and bumhole while I brought myself to orgasm under my fingers.

By then I was beginning to worry that Dad and Danielle would come back, to catch us running around the house naked and red-bottomed. There would have been hell to pay, so I finally persuaded her to get dressed and to help me carry my things down to the car along with a few of Pippa’s. It was only then that she really opened up to me, saying how sorry she was about the situation with our parents and almost begging me not to hold it against her. I told her not to be silly, considering what we’d just done, and promised she could come and see me whenever she wanted; with the strong implication that we’d both end up with hot bottoms and well-licked pussies.

The hug she gave me before I left was tight and long, and it was her who pushed me to open my mouth to her kiss. As I drove away I was singing, exalted by what we’d done together, and also because Danielle would have been utterly furious to know that I’d not only spanked her precious little Summer, but included some very dirty lesbian sex into the bargain. Not that I had any intention of revealing our secret, satisfying though it would have been. It was hardly sensible, or fair on Summer.

Penny was in an almost equally good mood, having just had her weekly dose of domestic discipline from grandma Elaine, and I couldn’t resist telling her. She was a little doubtful about the way I’d made Summer take it, but she couldn’t help but enjoy the details, or get aroused, with the inevitable consequence that we spent the rest of the day in bed together. It was gone midnight before I got to sleep, sore but happy.

The week went painfully slowly. Summer and I had been swapping texts and trying to work out how to meet with her mother getting suspicious, while Pippa was coming back on the Friday night. I’d also had a call from Mr Morozov, asking for an appointment, which meant more money and some extremely kinky sex too. It was impossible to concentrate on work, knowing all the things that might happen that weekend, and I made a complete mess of the seed boxes I was supposed to make for Botany practicals, which meant I had to stay late on the Friday.

When Penny came to pick me up she told me that Morris had called, but had been evasive when she asked him what he wanted to talk to me about. That almost certainly meant he was back on his mother and daughter spanking kick, as I couldn’t think of anything else he wouldn’t have been able to tell Penny, who’d been going to his parties off and on for years. He’d also said he might call in, but no matter how much money he offered or how persuasive he was, I was determined not to end up back across Danielle’s knee.

Pippa’s plane was due in very late, but I wouldn’t have missed meeting her at the airport for anything. I hadn’t seen her in months, and an awful lot had happened since we last met, while for all the support I’d been getting from Penny and others she was the only person who would share my feelings completely. When the passengers from her plane finally started to come into arrivals I was close to tears, and she came straight to me, dropping her hand luggage to hug me and kiss me before greeting Penny. She had changed a lot in so short a time: her skin was darker and her arms and legs were cut with long, hard muscles, while she’d had her hair cut back to a fuzz of tight, dark curls and was dressed as if she’d just come in from the outback.

We were talking constantly as we drove back, about all sorts of things, but it was the following morning before we had the serious conversation, over toast and marmalade at the breakfast table. Pippa’s attitude was the same as Penny’s, that our parents had been growing apart, that we were grown up and so should try to accept their choices. I could see the sense in what she was saying, but found it hard to take in and moved on to vent my feelings about Danielle as quickly as possible. Pippa was horrified, not only by the way she’d treated me, but with Morris and Mr Hegedus too, I did, however, explain about the money and how much I’d enjoyed the spankings.