Maid to Order (6 page)

She held on, my ecstasy fading to a sense of perfect, peaceful satisfaction as she let me suckle, still stroking my hair and whispering to me as I came slowly down. I was lost to the world, completely wrapped up in what she was doing to me and wondering vaguely if she’d put me on my knees to make me lick, so that the click of the door came as a shock. It was Mrs Hegedus, and I found myself blushing furiously as I met her astonished gaze. She’d seen what we were doing and I was immediately stammering apologies, but Mel wasn’t bothered in the least, speaking with exactly the calm authority you might have expected from the owner’s wife even as she dabbed my spittle from her breast.

‘Is everybody here?’

‘Just about everybody, Mrs Rathwell,’ Mrs Hegedus replied and for the first time I heard respect in her voice. ‘We’ve thirty-four guests already, so that leaves five.’

Mel had covered herself up and was digging in her bag as she went on.

‘Good. Send somebody up to the gate then, and have them lock it when the last car’s through.’

‘Yes, Mrs Rathwell.’

Mrs Hegedus disappeared into a cubicle as Mel took my chin in her hand.

‘Hold still.’

I obeyed, allowing her to clean my face up again and make me up, concentrating on her task until she was satisfied. She gave me just a touch of green eye shadow, lip gloss, then pulled my hair up into a high ponytail. ‘That’s better.’

‘Thanks. But don’t I look a bit plain, if we’re having a party?’

‘No. Most men prefer a natural look, as if you’re a perfectly ordinary waitress who just happens to have been spanked rather than a girl who’s into spanking who just happens to be a waitress.’

She was right, of course, and I stepped back a little to adjust my uniform, tucking the skirt right up at the back so that it was obvious my bottom was bare to humiliate me as part of my punishment, but leaving the front only half up so that a seated man could just see my pussy peeping out from beneath the hem. Melody gave me an approving nod.

‘Good. You’re learning. We have a lot of new clients this evening, including some very important men. I want you to be particularly nice to Mr Morozov, and if he’s happy there’ll be a little extra in your envelope at the end of the week. By the way, you know Amber Oakley, don’t you?’

‘Penny’s ex-girlfriend? Yes.’

‘Good. I’d like you to do me a favour later.’

‘OK. What is it?’

‘We’re going to be playing a game this evening. Every time a girl gets spanked she has the right to choose who’s next, and who does it. You’ll be first, and I want you to choose Amber.’

‘OK, but she’s domme, isn’t she?’

‘Yes, normally. The truth is she loves to be spanked, but she needs an excuse to give in to it.’

From what I knew of Amber it didn’t sound very likely, but I was happy to play along.

‘Who should I chose for her, you?’

‘No, a man, some real sleaze ball.’

‘And she’ll really like that?’

‘Sure.’

I didn’t believe her, but I wasn’t going to argue.

‘And think about it. She’s bound to choose you next.’

‘That’s true.’

It was, giving me a lovely touch of apprehension as Mel slapped my bottom to send me towards the door. Obviously she just wanted Amber spanked, and I knew they were rivals. But the way the game worked, she couldn’t do it herself without getting the same treatment first, which would have made it a bit pointless. As it was, Amber wouldn’t know if I’d chosen her out of simple mischief, because I wanted it from her, or because I’d been put up to it. And even if she suspected she couldn’t be certain Melody was responsible. She was sure to take her revenge on me, which was frightening and exciting at the same time, but not necessarily my best choice.

Now that I knew what was going on, I was in my element and I felt a lot better for my orgasm, my spanking too, which had left me with a lovely warm glow. Mr Hegedus had taken me completely by surprise, leaving me off balance and unsure of myself, but after Melody’s special treatment I was feeling confident again, and full of mischief. It was great fun parading with my bottom and pussy bare, especially serving lunch and being able to bend so that everybody behind me got a prime view. I was only wishing there were a few more mirrors so that I could see how my bum looked as well as everybody else.

Several of the men I’d met at earlier parties were there, and also some of the girls, as well as others I didn’t know. Melody’s twin sister, Harmony, was sitting with Annabelle, their house slave, and at another table was Amber Oakley, with her girlfriend Kay. I was too busy to talk, but smiled for everybody, all the while wondering how to get the best out of the game. There were plenty of options, but by the time lunch was over I’d come up with one so good I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. Mr Hegedus noticed, grinning through his moustache as he approached me.

‘I’m glad you enjoy your work, Jemima, and may I say how very pretty you look. Now, run along and change into your other uniform. And you are to wear knickers, yes? Because if you don’t have any on, how are we supposed to pull them down so baby gets a hot botty, yes?’

He laughed at his own humour and sent me on my way with a pinch. It wasn’t the first, as the men had soon realised I could be touched and there probably wasn’t a single one who hadn’t given me a pat at the very least, while I’d been squeezed, slapped, pinched and even had my cheeks held open while I’d been serving. All the attention had left me hot and flustered; I was high on being their maid and what it meant to be used as a plaything, by so many men and so casually.

If Melody hadn’t already brought me off I’d have treated myself to a sneaky frig in the shower, and as it was I enjoyed soaping myself and posing in the mirror as I dressed, all the while thinking about the way the men had handled me and what I had coming. I was also thinking about Melody and what she’d done to me; being so firm and yet so caring as she made me suckle and masturbated me. She’d seemed to know exactly how I felt, and exactly what to do about it, getting rid of all my bad feelings and replacing them with excitement and mischief. Perhaps rather too much mischief.

I couldn’t resist making it worse, seeking her out for some advice on Amber’s coming spanking the moment I came back to the main part of the hotel. She was talking to Mr Todmorden, who Pippa had worked for in her year off, but excused herself when I signalled to her.

‘Is everything all right?’ she asked.

‘Fine. I was just wondering who to chose for Amber. What really gets to her?’

Melody gave a soft laugh, her eyes shining with pleasure as we cast our eyes over the men. Lunch had broken up, but many of them were still at their tables, drinking coffee or spirits, or loitering in the reception area. Of the thirty or so we could see more than twenty. I carried on as Melody pondered our choice.

‘Protheroe always gropes us. Or there’s Enos, who’s gross but he doesn’t spank very hard. Or maybe Mr Judd? He doesn’t look much, but he’s a real perve. Penny hates it when she gets it from him ... well, you know what I mean.’

I nodded my understanding and went back to scanning the men. Even by Morris’s standards they were a right set of dirty old gits, and any one would have done the trick.

‘How about having her passed around?’ I suggested.

‘It’s got to be one on one,’ Melody told me. ‘Otherwise the game takes too long. Anyway, the thing about Amber is that once she’s been given a good spanking she won’t be able to stop herself. If she gets passed around at least she has the excuse of playing the game, but this way she loses her dignity completely.’

I couldn’t help but laugh and she returned a wicked grin for my sense of humour.

‘OK, let’s look at it another way. You’re domme, so who would you hate to get it from the most?’

‘Amber, of course,’ she answered without a moment of hesitation. ‘And we can’t have her spank herself, even though it would be quite funny. Go for Judd ... no, Protheroe. If he’s on form he’ll make her talk about it. You know, make her ask to have her knickers pulled down and that sort of thing. She hates that.’

‘OK.’

I kissed her and moved on. The party proper wasn’t due to start for a while, but everybody was plainly in the mood, including Amber. She’d taken Kay over her knee and was dishing out a hairbrush spanking, ostensibly for flirting with Harmony, but really just showing off. Nearly all the men were watching; most from a respectful distance, some trying to get close, while a little queue had begun to form at one side. Protheroe was quite close to me, looking flabbier than ever, his bald patch larger and his face redder. A bead of sweat had formed at one temple, probably more from watching Kay get it than the heat of the day. As he moved to get a better view of her bum he lifted his massive fleshy buttocks from the chair, grunting as he shifted and I saw that his trouser seat was caught between his cheeks; a grotesque detail I really could have done without. The thought of being spanked by him was deeply humiliating, even for me. For Amber, who was pretty much one hundred percent lesbian and a domme, it would be torture, especially if Melody was right and the treatment left her needing more.

Then again, she could be pretty cruel herself. She had Kay’s dress up, showing off a pair of see-through panties framed in stockings and suspenders, with a lot of very pink bum cheek sticking out from either leg hole. Poor Kay was shaking badly and gasping at every smack of the hairbrush, which must have stung like anything. Amber wasn’t finished either, pausing to rub Kay’s bottom and then sliding a thumb down the back of her knickers. Kay gave a sharp intake of breath as she realised she was to be done bare; then her knickers had been pulled down and she was showing everything behind, her pussy half hidden by a puff of dark gold hair and her tiny brown bumhole peeping out from between her cheeks.

A murmur of approval ran through the room at Kay’s exposure and several of the men crowded closer. Amber went back to work with the hairbrush, applying hard slaps to one cheek at a time and to a steady rhythm. Kay couldn’t cope at all; gasping and pleading as she was spanked, with her legs kicking up and down and her tawny hair tossing wildly as she struggled. Amber kept her grip, apparently without effort, her expression stern but also amused, until Kay’s bottom was a rich glowing red all over. Only then did she finally stop.

The men began to crowd round immediately, before Kay had even had a chance to pull her knickers up, no doubt asking if they could have a turn. My tummy was fluttering and I felt badly in need of a drink, so I went out to the bar, where Annabelle was helping Chris. He had to be the only man in the hotel who missed seeing Kay spanked, and I couldn’t help but tease him.

‘You missed a great show there, Chris. Amber Oakley spanked her girlfriend, on the bare.’

He shrugged.

‘I’d rather watch you get it still in your panties.’

It wasn’t the answer I’d been expecting and I couldn’t think of a comeback, so came around behind the bar to get a beer from the fridge, deliberately bending to let him see my froufrous. He watched, not bothering to hide his attention.

‘Now that,’ he said, ‘is worth watching. Long legs, that’s the thing, and the panties still up.’

‘Pervert.’

He just grinned and I walked away, deliberately wiggling my bottom and wondering if he was quite as straight as I’d first thought. A lot of men were coming out of the restaurant and one of them gave me an order before I could sneak away, leaving me serving behind the bar. I got stuck there, and it was quite a while before I managed to get away and see what was going on.

Morris, the perfect host as always, had managed to persuade Amber to join Melody in dishing out punishment to those men who preferred to take it, or liked both. It wasn’t really my thing, because while there is a certain satisfaction in watching them get what they love to dish out it just feels wrong. If men are going to spank me, or even enjoy watching me punished, I like them to keep their authority and I do like the humiliation of knowing that I’m the one who gets it and they don’t. One who definitely didn’t was Mr Todmorden, and I went to sit on his lap, allowing him to feel me through my panties as I sipped my beer.

‘Is Hudson around?’ he asked after a moment.

‘New York,’ I told him. ‘I wanted to go and join him, but I got sent here instead.’

‘Ah, ha,’ he remarked and his fondling grew a little firmer.

I stuck my bottom out, enjoying the attention. He was fatter than Mr Protheroe, and just as dirty, but fatherly, which was something I badly needed at that moment. Just being cuddled by him had suddenly brought me close to tears, but I swallowed the lump in my throat, determined to enjoy what he was doing to my bum and ignore my fragile emotions.

‘And no Pippa?’ he asked.

‘She’s up at uni, and she’s spending most of the summer in Australia,’ I told him, although I was surprised he didn’t know.

‘That’s a pity,’ he went on. ‘I do enjoy the little shows you give together. I suppose you always used to do that sort of thing?’

‘Sometimes,’ I admitted, thinking of how it felt to lie across Pippa’s knee as she spanked me. ‘Quite a lot, actually.’

‘Your own sister, tut tut.’