Maid to Order (27 page)

‘But that’s not the point is it?’ she was saying. ‘No, I take that back. It is the whole point. They’re taking advantage of your sexuality, Jemima.’

‘Yes, but it’s what I need, and besides, a few more appointments with my gentlemen and I’ll have enough saved up to pay my way through uni.’

‘You do have a trust fund, Jemima.’

‘Yeah, which is worth about half what it was last year.’

‘It’s still enough. Look, why not just admit it, you get off on being paid for sex. That’s OK, I’m not judging you, but Morris is way over the top, and as for this Danielle!’

‘I did try to tell her,’ Penny sighed. ‘And to be fair she did come away from the hotel before anything disastrous happened. Anyway, I have to go in to make sure the seed trays are correctly labelled this time, so I’ll see you two at lunchtime.’

‘I ought to do that,’ I volunteered.

‘You stay here,’ she insisted. ‘Keep Pippa company.’

She left, but the sound of her car had barely faded before building again, to end with a crunch of tyres outside the front door. I got up, thinking she’d forgotten something, only to open the door not to Penny, but to Danielle. Her face was set in cold fury and she was dragging Summer by the arm. ‘I want to know what you did, and I want to know now!’ she demanded, pushing inside.

‘What are you –’ I began, and stopped as she threw a printed out photo onto the hall table.

It was the picture I’d taken when she’d tripped over her panties, showing her crawling across the lawn with everything she had on full show, including her very obviously well spanked bottom. I looked up at her, but she wouldn’t meet my eyes, turning a hang-dog expression to the floor instead.

‘Did you think I don’t monitor her computer?’ Danielle demanded. ‘Well, I do, and now I want to know what the fuck you thought you were doing!?’

‘We had sex, big deal,’ I mumbled.

She lashed out, catching me a stinging slap across the face. I went back, clutching my cheek, and she had grabbed my wrist before I could react further, pulling me towards the straight backed chair next to the telephone table. It was obvious she meant to spank me, in front of Summer, and with nothing on but my pyjama bottoms and a bathrobe it wasn’t going to take a lot to get my bottom bare either. I fought back, kicking and scratching as she dragged me close. But she’d already got my wrist in the small of my back and I was going down, over the knee, bum in the air, my robe flipped up and my pyjamas jerked down to leave me bare-bottomed as I let out a wail of despair, cut through by Pippa’s voice.

‘What are you doing!?’

‘Oh it’s you is it?’ Danielle snapped. ‘Well, you’d better stay out of this, because I’m just in the mood for this and I can spank two little brats as easily as one.’

‘You’re not spanking anybody,’ Pippa answered and waded in.

I suppose all sisters fight now and then, and I suppose the little one nearly always loses. Pippa had always beaten me anyway, and I’d always been in awe of her strength, or maybe it was the way she’d toughened up in Australia, or the hard biker girls she goes around with. I was still amazed by the way she handled Danielle. She just grabbed her under the arms and lifted her bodily off the seat, tumbling me onto the floor, and before I’d managed to get my pyjamas up it was all over, with Danielle in some sort of arm lock, spitting threats and struggling furiously but obviously helpless. I was shaking with reaction for what had been about to happen to me, my eyes full of hot tears and my mind burning hotter still, for vengeance.

‘Spank her, Pippa!’ I shouted. ‘Go on, spank her!’

Pippa hesitated, but only for an instant.

‘Get another chair,’ she told me. ‘We’ll do this together.’

Danielle’s let out a scream of fury and consternation that must have been heard in Reading, and if I’d thought she’d been fighting before, it was nothing to her kicking, screeching fury as she realised she was about to get a dose of her own medicine. I ran for a chair, picking the twin to the one in the hall and quickly setting them facing each other.

‘Down you go!’ Pippa hissed, seating herself and taking the frantic Danielle with her, across our interlocked knees as I too sat down. ‘I’ll hold her. Jem, you get her stripped.’

‘Don’t you fucking dare!’ Danielle yelled.

‘And what are you going to do about it, exactly?’ Pippa answered, and tightened her grip.

Danielle gave a grunt of pain, but she hadn’t given up, her body jerking in Pippa’s grip and her legs thrashing up and down in her efforts to kick us. I hooked one of my own around the back of her knee and as Pippa followed suit we shared a grin. Danielle was helpless, her bottom pushed out beneath the short blue summer dress she had on, round and tempting, far too tempting to hurry over. Summer had seen everything, standing speechless by the door, her mouth and eyes had come wide in horror as I looked up to her.

‘I’m sorry, Summer, but she deserves this. She did it to me, and she wanted to do it in front of you. In fact, you were going to, weren’t you, Danielle, you vicious bitch?’

‘Fuck off!’ Danielle screamed. ‘Don’t you dare touch me, Jemima, or –’

‘Or what?’ I broke in. ‘Or you’ll get your own back when Pippa’s not around. Fine, do me. I like it, and even if I didn’t I’d gladly take the cane just for this moment.’

I lifted her dress, very slowly, to expose the smooth flesh of her thighs, the muscles twitching; her desperate attempts to kick her way free; then the seat of an extremely fancy pair of lacy black panties, the seat pretty well see-through to show off the crease of her bottom.

‘Very pretty,’ Pippa remarked. ‘I bet Dad loves these.’

Danielle let out a hiss of fury like an angry swan. I giggled as I began to stroke her bottom, just the way she’d done to mine when I was the helpless one. She was shapely, her cheeks bulging in the see-through panty seat, but quite soft, although definitely spankable.

‘Very spankable,’ I said, echoing my thoughts. ‘Feel her, Pippa, she’s got a lovely bum.’

‘I think I’d better hold on,’ Pippa replied, as Danielle gave another furious hiss and a violent lurch. ‘You have fun.’

‘I intend to,’ I told her. ‘Watch me, Summer. Watch me spank Mummy’s naughty bottom! Yes, that’s right Danielle, I’m going to spank you in front of Summer!’

She gave a violent lurch, but we had her helpless and I was laughing as I continued to feel her up, squeezing her cheeks through her panties as I carried on. ‘I’m going to enjoy this so much, Danielle. Really, really enjoy this. And you do have a lovely bottom, you know, ripe and cheeky. Just right for spanking, and that is what you’re going to get, Danielle. A good old-fashioned spanking. Just the sort you like to dish out. Only now it’s you on the receiving end, isn’t it. In front of your precious daughter. And of course it’s got to be bare-bottom, hasn’t it, Danielle? Because you know how it feels for a girl to be made to go bare-bottom, don’t you, Danielle?’

She gave another lurch, so hard she nearly knocked me over, but Pippa tightened her grip until Danielle cried out in pain.

‘It’s silly to struggle,’ I told her, enjoying every word as I took hold of the waistband of her panties. ‘Because it’s going to happen, so you might at least try to take it like a lady, and not the grubby, gold-digging little tart you are!’

‘You wait, you little bitch!’

‘Bitch, is it? Well, we all know that’s a spanking offence, don’t we? We’d better get you dealt with then. Right, on three your panties come down. Watch me, Summer, watch me take your Mummy’s panties down. One, two, three ...’

Danielle let out another piercing shriek as I levered the fancy black knickers down over her bum, nice and slowly, to unveil her to her daughter and to Pippa and I; her lovely bottom now bulging naked behind her, with her smooth, pale cheeks just open enough to hint at a wisp of fur between, and the darkness of her anus, while the way we had her legs locked meant she was giving a good show of cunt from behind too.

‘Such a pretty bottom!’ I laughed, and gave her a pat, just hard enough to make her cheeks quiver. ‘And such a pretty cunt. Don’t you think Mummy has a pretty cunt, Summer?’

Summer didn’t answer, but she looked as if she was about to wet herself and Danielle had begun to sob, provoking a sudden pang of guilt which I got rid of by laying in. It was so good to spank her, to watch that lovely round bottom bouncing to the smacks of my hand, to feel the softness and warmth of her flesh, to catch glimpses of the pitted brown star of her anus in its nest of fur. To see her sweetly turned cunt too, and to know her own daughter could see every rude detail. But best of all, I knew who it was over my knee: Danielle, who’d spanked me on my panties in my own front room; Danielle who’d pretended to be my mother while she punished me and masturbated me at her breast in front of a load of dirty old men; Danielle who’d been going to do me bare bottom in front of her daughter and was now getting the same treatment herself.

My anger was rising as I spanked her, and her bum was getting very red. But if her sobs had become more urgent and broken, then there was no denying the state of her sex. She was wet, sopping, the juice running so freely from her swollen cunt that as I turned my attention to the tuck of her cheeks it began to splash out over my hand and her thighs. I knew what was going to happen, or I hoped I did, because she’d stopped fighting and there was a note of panic in her voice as she began to beg me to stop. ‘Please, Jemima, no! Not this. No!’

I began to laugh, indifferent to the sound of hysterics in my own voice as I began to spank harder still, aiming every smack at her sweet spot. There was juice splashing all over her bottom and into her panties, onto my hand and over the floor. Her pussy had started to squeeze as she gave a last, despairing cry and stuck her hips up to the smacks, showing off her winking bumhole and the open, ready hole of her cunt. She’d come, and we’d all seen, including Summer, and Morris Rathwell, who was standing in the open doorway.

‘Have I arrived in the middle of a party?’ he asked.

‘No,’ I told him. ‘We’re spanking her because she was going to spank me, and to get her back.’

‘Fair enough, I suppose,’ he remarked casually. ‘Hello, Pippa, did you enjoy Australia? And you must be Danielle’s daughter?’

He was addressing Summer, who still looked stunned. Danielle had been making odd little bubbling gasps and not paying much attention to anything, but finally reacted, twisting around with her face set not in the fury I’d expected, but panic. Pippa let go and Danielle jumped to her feet, speaking hurriedly as she struggled to get her panties back up over her bottom. ‘We have to go, Summer, come on.’

She grabbed Summer’s hand, pulling her from the house almost as brusquely as she’d come in. Summer went, throwing me a last astonished look over her shoulder before she’d been bundled into the car. Morris spoke as the engine started. ‘Something tells me Danielle would rather I didn’t get to know her toothsome little daughter. But she should know that I never approach a girl unless I know she’s willing. Then again, perhaps that’s the trouble?’

‘It is,’ I assured him. ‘So what’s up?’

I spoke cautiously, expecting him to come up with some impossibly perverted scheme, and given the casual way he was taking what we’d just done to Danielle I wouldn’t have been surprised if it involved a combination of my entire family, the livestock of a small farm and several hundred foreign businessmen.

‘You left some photos behind in your chalet,’ he said, and tossed them down on the table.

It was the one thing I had not told Pippa, although I had meant to, and her mouth came open in an O of shock. ‘Jemima!’

‘Two of my gentlemen,’ I explained hastily, gathering up the pictures.

‘You’re terrible!’

‘It was rather nice, actually,’ I said, trying to sound cool but betrayed by my blushes. ‘He’s the one who’s coming round later.’

‘You’re a disgrace, Jem,’ she said, but she was laughing. ‘And I want to see those.’

I handed them over, blushing crimson, but strangely proud of myself because just for once I’d done something she hadn’t.

‘He’s not coming round, as it happens,’ Morris put in. ‘Things have changed a little since you left the hotel.’

‘Oh?’

‘Yes,’ he went on. ‘Suffice to say that Danielle came to a party at my Hampstead place last night and ah ... reached an accommodation with Mr Morozov. She’ll be living at his London flat, which is just as well considering silly Harmony accidentally sent the party invitation to Danielle’s old work email. She’ll have to be spanked.’

‘Hang on,’ I said, trying to clear the image of Harmony bottom up over his lap from my head and focus on what he was saying. ‘Do you mean Dad caught her out and she’s gone off with Mr Morozov?’

‘Exactly. You, apparently, were too willing. He likes real shame, it seems.’

‘And Danielle, with Karay?’ I demanded.

Morris shrugged. ‘So it seems. They went upstairs. But yes, it seems safe to assume he had her.’

‘Karay?’ Pippa queried, holding out one of the most embarrassing of the pictures, with me in obvious ecstasy as I got my bottom humped.

‘Yes,’ I confirmed and turned back to Morris. ‘And Dad?’

‘Well, he’s not best pleased, let’s put it that way.’

I began to cry, calling Morris an evil, scheming bastard even as I took him in my arms and kissed him. His hands went straight to my bottom, but I let him grope, both cheeks, then one of them as Pippa cuddled into us and was given the same treatment. When we finally pulled apart he was beaming with satisfaction. A new and disturbing thought struck me.