Maid to Order (5 page)

That made teasing him all the more fun, because I do like to be in charge, and to see the desperation in men’s faces, especially when it’s somebody who can tell me what to do. He hated it, but there was a whining, pleading tone to his threats and I was sure he didn’t have the guts to just do me when his wife wasn’t looking. It was much the same with Chris and with Stefan, who were in charge of me when I was helping with the bar or waitressing, but would both have liked to get me into bed. I could have let one of them, and might have done if I hadn’t been sure that whoever I chose would get possessive. The last thing I wanted was a boyfriend, because I was sure not everything was as it seemed.

The guests couldn’t have been more ordinary; business people, couples and families taking a break, locals coming to the bar of an evening. None of them did anything worse than pass an innuendo, and I didn’t even get my bottom pinched, which I’d assumed was something all maids would have to put up with. Yet there was my alternative uniform, and there was Morris. I rang him several times to ask if there was another party, and whether he was planning anything at the hotel, but he simply laughed and told me to be patient. In the end I decided that the uniform was just some pervy idea Mr Hegedus had dreamt up, and that while I’d probably end up in it at some point, it would be just for his personal amusement. I knew he’d get what he wanted too, because the thought of being made to dress up like a little tart and spanked by him was disgusting and delicious all at the same time.

That’s the funny thing about spanking. The worse the situation the more I like it, so if I’m getting it from Pippa or Penny it’s pure fun, and really only naughty because it’s from another girl. If I get it in front of an audience I feel embarrassed and ashamed and foolish, but still love being the object of their desire and ultimately in control. When Danielle had done me and I’d thought Summer might see, I’d hated every second of it, but I’d been wet right from the start. With Mr Hegedus it would be the same, which was why I knew that if he proved to have the courage and just caught me at the right moment, I wouldn’t be able to resist.

What he did to me was far worse than I’d expected.

Saturday morning was exceptionally busy because all the guests seemed to be leaving at once, and everybody expected me to be their personal skivvy and put their tasks first. By the time the contract cleaners left, I didn’t know if I was coming or going, and it got worse. New guests started to arrive; a group of mainly foreign businessmen who wanted everything done instantly and to the highest possible standard, right down to finding an improvised kennel for the biggest, shaggiest dog I’d ever seen, which must have been something like a cross between a mastiff and a borzoi.

At lunch I was trying to help Chris and Stefan at the same time, also Mr and Mrs Hegedus. Inevitably I made a mistake, serving a bottle of red wine to a table of six who said they’d ordered white, and I was trying to apologise when Mr Hegedus appeared.

‘Is something the matter, gentlemen?’ he asked, bowing.

One of them answered immediately; a completely bald Russian with a face like a hatchet. He was the one with the gigantic dog, and I’d known he would be a nuisance from the moment I’d met him.

‘Yes. We ordered Pinot Gris and this idiot girl has brought us Pinot Noir.’

‘I’m really sorry,’ I protested, ‘but bottles are the same shape, and ...’

‘Incompetent!’ he snapped.

‘I shall deal with the matter immediately, Mr Morosov,’ Mr Hegedus said, gave a second bow and pulled a chair out from a vacant table.

I should have known, but I never even saw it coming. Even when he grabbed my wrist I thought he was going to take me outside and tell me off, and it was only as I was pulled into position that I realised I was going to be spanked. It was so sudden that all I could manage was a scream of utter horror and then my uniform skirt had been whipped up and I was showing my panties, but not for long. One good tug and they were down, baring my bottom to the room in general, and to the table who’d complained in particular.

He cocked his knee up and I’d had my pussy spread, wide open to everybody as my spanking began, hard across both cheeks with my face an inch above the carpet and my legs waving in the air. I was screaming my head off, but he just didn’t care, spanking so hard he was knocking the breath from my body, while it stung so badly I couldn’t even try to get my thighs together.

They were laughing, all of them; not one giving so much as a sympathetic word as I had my bare bottom turned red in front of them with my bumhole and pussy on full show. That was what made me realise I’d been set up, because you can’t just spank a young girl in public and expect to get away with it, not nowadays. By then it was too late anyway. I’d genuinely thought I was being done in front of a room full of ordinary people and I’d burst into tears, hot, shame filled tears that wouldn’t stop.

Nor would Mr Hegedus. I suppose I had been teasing him for a week, but he was a real bastard about it, ignoring my tears and snivels and making sure my thighs and bottom cheeks were well open as he administered a really hard spanking. It hurt so much I couldn’t even speak properly to protest, and he did my thighs as well as my bum, drawing fresh applause from my audience.

When he finally let me up I could barely stand, and I was sure I’d have fallen over if I’d tried to run, while he’d kept a firm grip on the skirt of my maid’s uniform, holding it up at the back to show off my red bottom. I tried to pull my panties up, but he slapped my hand, then hauled up the front of my dress as well to show off my pussy, not that they hadn’t already seen every detail.

‘Hands on your head, Jemima.’

I obeyed, too broken to resist, the tears still running down my face as he tucked up my skirt and turned me slowly around, exhibiting my smacked bottom and bare pussy to the audience, leaving me with my back to the Russian as he spoke.

‘I trust that was satisfactory, Mr Morozov?’

He put a hand to my bum, lifting my cheeks for the Russian’s inspection. They were all clapping and I found myself smiling despite the state I was in, blushing too, for the exhibition I’d made of myself. Mr Morozov was now grinning as he answered Mr Hegedus, then me.

‘That will do very well, for now at least. You are a good girl, Jemima. What a pretty bottom you have. Now, show me from the front.’

I turned, blushing hot as his gaze moved to where my pussy showed above my lowered knickers. His eyes were steel grey, and very hard, as was his voice; polite words spoken in a tone that allowed no refusal. I knew he could see I was excited, and he took ages inspecting me before finally looking up once more.

‘You juice well,’ he remarked. ‘Morris said you were special.’

‘Morris?’ I asked, still too dazed to really take in what was happening.

‘Morris himself,’ a voice spoke from behind me and a large hand closed on my bottom.

I let him feel, too shocked to resist, while there was no denying the effect the sudden spanking was having on me. My thighs felt sticky and the shaking wouldn’t stop, and yet I was burning with resentment for the way they’d treated me.

‘Welcome to the Friston Executive, gentlemen,’ Morris went on, still fondling. ‘I hope you enjoyed our little show, which we put on just to assure you that this is the real thing. Nor is Jemima the only young lady who will be entertaining us this weekend, far from it. There will be eight girls in attendance, including my own lovely wife and Miss Amber Oakley should any of you gentlemen prefer to be on the receiving end now and again.’

Melody stepped in from the reception area, her dark skin and full curves displayed to perfection in a scarlet dress with short boots, gloves and a neat little pillbox hat to match. In her hand she held a school cane, the sight of which made my tummy go tight. It was only then I realised how complete my disgrace had been. It wasn’t just the businessmen who’d watched my spanking, but the staff. Chris was behind Melody, Stefan and Mrs Hegedus in the door to the kitchen. Both the men were grinning, which brought fresh blood to my face at the thought of what they’d seen. She was harder to read, her expression neutral, maybe a touch disapproving, but definitely not sympathetic, and she’d just seen me spanked by her husband. My blushes grew hotter still at the thought of her indifference, even contempt, and I wondered if the only reason she even bother to keep him away from me was because she thought he might waste his money.

‘...wish you all an enjoyable stay,’ Morris was saying, ‘but as Jemima will still be serving your lunch perhaps I should be kind and make her bottom better. Take off your panties, Jemima, and turn around.’

They had already fallen down to my ankles and I kicked them off without having to be told twice. Morris kept his hold on me anyway, turning me around by my waist and pushing me gently but firmly down over the back of a chair, making sure Mr Morozov got a prime view. I’d begun to sob again as he pressed down on the small of my back to make me stick out my bottom, once more showing off my pussy and bumhole to the audience.

‘Hold still,’ he ordered and I nodded weakly.

They were all staring, some openly, some less so, but every single one of them with his gaze feasting on my bare red bottom as Morris took a tube of cream from his pocket and laid a thick, cool worm on each of my cheeks. I was struggling to stay still as he began to rub it in, tickling me, but soothing me too, so that I was struggling not to giggle at first, but was quickly having to resist the urge not to close my eyes in bliss. My feelings of resentment were still too hot and I was determined not to show them what had been done to me, for all that they knew anyway. Morris doesn’t hire unwilling girls.

I only broke when he slid one creamy finger in-between my cheeks to tickle my bumhole, a little cry of shock that became a sigh as the pleasure got too much for me. He gave a quiet chuckle and began to tease my hole, setting me gasping and sobbing once more, but now with as much pleasure as shame. I wondered if he was going to bugger me, in front of all of them, and I knew I’d let him, but he let go, giving my creamy, glistening bottom a resounding slap as he spoke again.

‘That’s all for now, Jemima. But we don’t want cream on your pretty uniform, do we, so I think you’d better stay as you are while you serve lunch.’

All I could manage was a nod, but the audience had begun to clap again for the way Morris had handled me. Once more I couldn’t help but smile and even managed a little curtsey before making a dash for the loos with every pair of eyes in the restaurant following my shiny red bottom as I went. I had to go through reception to get there, adding to my embarrassment as more people were coming in, including two enormously fat men I’d met at Morris’s last party, Mr Enos and Mr Protheroe. Both laughed as they saw me, adding a final stab of humiliation before I reached the safety of the Ladies.

My face was a mess, wet with tears and sticky with snot all round my nose, while my hair looked like a bird’s nest after being turned almost completely upside down for my spanking. All my stuff was in my room, but to get there meant walking past everybody again and even if I was going to have to serve lunch bare-bottom I wanted to be tidy. I’d just splashed water on my face when the door opened and Melody Rathwell came in. My tummy went tight as I saw the school cane in her hand, and my reaction must have shown on my face because she laughed.

‘Don’t worry, I’m not going to cane you, Jemima. Not yet anyway. Here, let me help.’

She had a bag with her, a big one in red leather to match her dress, and I let her take over. It was very easy, and soothing, because she always looked after me at the parties, making sure the men stayed in line and always ready with a kiss and a cuddle when I needed it. She knew exactly how to handle me too, wiping my nose and kissing away my tears before cuddling me close. I shivered as her hand cupped my bottom, knowing what she was going to do to me but too resentful to let myself go.

‘No, Mel ...’

‘Hush, Jemima.’

Her voice was calm and so full of authority, making me feel I was wrong to resist. She’d cradled my head to her chest and started to stroke my hair too, and with that I just gave in, sticking out my bottom and letting her cup me from behind. Her thumb went in up my pussy and she’d begun to masturbate me, whispering softly into my ear as her fingers worked my sex. I melted into her, snuggling against her chest until she paused to lift one heavy black breast from her dress, offering me her nipple to suck. Only then did I hesitate, not sure if I could surrender so completely.

‘Come on, Jemima,’ she urged, her voice soft but firm.

‘Mel, I ...’

‘Uh, uh, hush.’

She’d pulled my head in as she spoke, pressing her stiff, dark nipple to my lips. I just couldn’t stop myself. My mouth came open and I was doing it, suckling her as she cradled me to her breast. Her hand found my pussy once more, entering me behind and rubbing at my clit.

‘That’s better, isn’t it?’

I nodded on my mouthful of nipple, unable to deny how good it felt. She hadn’t been the one to spank me, not this time, but I had been dealt with, hard, and then had my bottom creamed in front of maybe thirty people. It was what I deserved: a good, firm punishment to keep me in my place and then a nipple in my mouth to calm me down as I had my pussy frigged to ecstasy. I’d began to cry again, bitterly hard, and was gulping badly as I mouthed on her nipple. But it was good, so good, and with her fingers working my clit the sobs had quickly turned to gasps and I’d come under her hand.