My Sweet Degradation (11 page)

Each of them stared at the other. He smiled, but no longer with devious intent, and Emma just looked away, blushing.

‘Will you be checking out today, sir?' she managed, as she fumbled with her blouse and a couple of safety pins extracted from the complementary sewing kit.

‘Um, no,' he told her. ‘No, not until tomorrow.'

‘Oh,' she said, nodding, smiling sheepishly at him. ‘And until what time tomorrow morning would sir like to sleep until?' she asked, feeling a strange confidence growing with her every word.

‘Well, I haven't really thought about it. I have a late business meeting this evening so I suspect I'll want to sleep until about nine.'

Emma turned away and pushed her cart towards the door.

‘Oh, and sir?' she ventured, opening the door before turning around to face him a final time. ‘If a chambermaid was to be naughty enough to try to touch your cock while you were sleeping, do you think you might have to fuck her as a punishment?'

The man smiled. ‘Yes, Emma, I think I would have to do that. Don't you?'

‘Yes, sir, I think you would.'

Emma turned away once more, pushing her cart out and casually lifting the
Do Not Disturb
sign from the door handle before dropping it into her litter bag. And with a hiss, followed by a soft metallic click, the door swung shut behind her.

 

 

 

In that single moment I committed one of the stupidest acts of my life, and to this day I have no idea why.

I'm no snitch, but when Miss Barnes threatened to cancel the school dance if no one owned up to writing on the blackboard what actually
was
a very funny poem involving her, the deputy head and a strap-on dildo, for some crazy reason I just blurted out that it had been Julie.

My betrayal earned Julie a week of afterschool detentions and I, the metaphorical death sentence I no doubt deserved.

It wasn't bad enough that I'd grassed-up a fellow student; not at all. It was the fact that I named Julie in particular that was my gravest mistake.

You see, Julie was pretty much a law unto herself around school, and together with her best friends, Michelle and Carly, she made sure that things ran just the way she wanted them to. I wouldn't say that Julie was a bully, particularly – although she certainly had been when younger – but it would be a very brave or very foolish individual who dared to cross that little gang, and clearly, I had been the latter.

Julie, Michelle and Carly's control wasn't exclusively held over the girls at school either. Any boy they had a problem with would soon find himself on the receiving end of six ring-covered fists and would then be forced to live out the rest of his schooldays suffering the ridicule of having been beaten up by a bunch of girls. Not even the teachers were immune to their considerable powers. The female ones they took a dislike to would be mocked and taunted mercilessly until brought to the point of nervous breakdown, whereas the men would be teased and flirted with to such an outrageous degree that they would be forced to leave the girls alone for fear of discovering just how far they might go.

The problem was not only were Julie, Michelle and Carly physically strong, utterly fearless and actually rather intelligent, but they were each exceptionally attractive with it. Any lad beyond a certain age fancied them, and I know for a fact that I wasn't the only girl who found herself feeling rather awkward in their presence. Of course, the girls were utterly out of reach for anyone lowly enough to still be in school, and they would only date older guys with access to money, motorbikes or cars – and even then, just until they'd outlived their usefulness. Salacious rumour had it that any real passion was kept exclusively between the three of them, and the three of them alone.

At the time of my story the girls were going through something of a rock-chick phase, and Julie wore her hair long and bleached peroxide blonde. This, together with her soft pink lips and porcelain-smooth skin, could have given her an appearance of pure Nordic beauty, but she would wear rather severe eye makeup too – contravening school rules in a way that any other girl would have been in hot water for – which gave her a look that was both intimidating and incredibly sexy at the same time. Julie's body was neat, slim and womanly, and she was quite happy to flaunt it whenever it suited her to do so.

As for the other two, Michelle was the tallest and had the physique of a dancer. She was lithe, toned and had a kind of feline grace to her. I recall her hair being coloured two-tone red on black back then, but as she changed it so often I can't be sure.

Carly was a little shorter and you would describe her as being cute, if you didn't know the reality of what she was capable of. Her hair was long, straight and raven's-wing black, cut with a severe fringe that ended just above her neatly plucked eyebrows. Carly was curvy in the best of possible ways – all ‘hips n' tits' as the saying goes – and I had witnessed her using her body to devastating effect when bending a male teacher to her will.

So what more can I say? Pretty much all of us in school were either envious of, in love with, or intimidated by the girls at one stage or another, and quite often all three at the same time.

I guess one of the most tortuous aspects of Julie's revenge was that she waited. Several weeks went by with her and the girls doing absolutely nothing. Well, I suppose that's not quite correct; they were actually unnervingly friendly towards me. Each time I ran into them in the schoolyard my heartbeat would quicken and I'd wonder if the moment had finally arrived for me to pay for my stupidity, yet they'd merely smile sweetly and offer me a warm greeting. I guess they were trying to lull me into a false sense of security but, despite the foolish act that had begun my ordeal, I'm not a complete idiot and it just put me even further on edge, making me wish that they'd simply hurry up and get on with whatever it was they had planned for me.

Well, in the end they did just that.

I doubt very much that I would have screamed anyway, but even if I'd wanted to that single, anonymous punch to the stomach knocked the wind from my lungs and I was barely able to catch breath never mind cry out.

It was lunchtime and I was walking along the corridor that led past the gymnasium with a couple of friends when I spotted Julie, Michelle and Carly hanging out by an old vaulting horse. I guess I should have seen it coming by the casual way they just happened to be there, but there was nothing I could do to avoid them and the fist came so swiftly that I simply doubled up.

Through the din of my racing heart I could just make out one of them saying, ‘Keep walking,' to my girlfriends, before I was quickly bundled through two sets of doors and pushed backwards until I slammed hard against a cold brick wall.

As I desperately tried to fill my lungs it was the smell that first alerted me to where we were. It smelled a bit like the girls' gym changing rooms, but beyond the musty dampness of discarded gym clothes and forgotten towels there was a thicker, muskier scent. I looked up through watering eyes and saw we were in a place that in my seven years of secondary school I'd not before been in – it was the boys' changing room!

Julie stood right before me with hands on hips, offering a smile that could have melted the stoniest of hearts. Flanked on either side of her were Michelle and Carly, looking considerably less friendly.

‘I... I'm sorry Julie...' I blurted as soon as my lungs would allow it, but I was quickly silenced with a single finger pressed firmly to my lips.

‘Hush, little one,' Julie whispered, blinking through long, curled lashes, thick with coal-black mascara. ‘It's all gonna be fine.'

Immediately my heart sank further as her exaggerated calmness only made it all the more menacing, and all the more apparent that I was in real trouble.

‘You know,' she continued, slowly stroking a palm across my cheek so that a shiver ran through me, ‘you really have put me in an awkward position. I've always liked you. You never got in my way, so why on earth would I get in yours?'

The tips of Julie's fingers then trailed lazily to the nape of my neck and I couldn't help but release an anxious gasp in response.

‘Carly's even teased me that I must have a little thing for you, and you know what, she might just be right.' Glancing beyond Julie's shoulder I saw her friend sneer at me.

‘The thing is,' Julie went on, as she used both hands to calmly and carefully loosen the knot in my school tie, ‘I simply
have
to punish you for telling on me like that. I mean, what would my reputation be like if people were to think that just because they were super cute they could get away with being big old meanies?'

Julie pouted overdramatically, sliding the loosened tie through my collar before stretching it out between her hands. I just stared into her beautiful, almond-shaped eyes, far too terrified to speak.

‘The question is; what kind of a punishment does a naughty girl like you deserve?'

I don't suppose Julie's vengeance was totally unplanned, as in that instant both Carly and Michelle stepped closer to take one of my wrists each. Of course I tried to resist, but they were strong girls and they only mocked my pathetic attempts to fight back. In the end they lifted my arms high above my head and pushed them close together. Julie then stepped even closer, the soft swell of her breasts moulding against my own as she reached up and used my tie to bind my wrists to a clothes hook fixed to the wall. The warm, milky scent of Julie's cheek so close to mine filled my nostrils as she worked, and in contrast to the pungent, testosterone-tainted aroma of the boys' changing room, and despite my fearful situation, it offered a bizarre kind of comfort.

But as the girls stepped back, and as I tugged at my bonds, I discovered just how vulnerable they had left me, and it was all I could do to stop the tears of anguish that welled in my eyes from spilling over.

‘Please, Julie,' I pleaded. ‘I'm sorry. I've no idea what came over me. I thought what you wrote was funny, but... but... please don't hurt me.' I dipped my head and felt my resolve finally give way as the salty tang of tears meandered down to my lips.

I had expected the blows to fall at any moment, but Julie once more spoke in that soft, soothing tone of hers. ‘Hey, who said anything about hurting you, little one?' She lifted my chin with thumb and forefinger so that I was forced to meet her gaze.

‘Well I... I just thought...' I muttered, but my words were cut short as Julie cupped my face in her hands and carefully wiped away my tears with the tips of her thumbs. I was utterly taken aback by the gentleness of her touch, when all I had expected to suffer was pain, and it left me quite speechless.

‘Stop that crying, silly, you're a big girl now,' she chastised with a smile, before her hands slid down to my shoulders, but they didn't stop there and I soon became aware of a gentle tugging at my shirt front. Looking down, I saw Julie's fingers slowly unbuttoning it from top to bottom.

‘Um... what are you doing?' I stammered nervously as the last button was released and my crisp white shirt fell open.

‘I told you, you need to be punished for telling on me,' she said, almost hypnotically.

‘But...' It was then that I felt Julie's fingertips brush across the curve of my naked stomach, and instinctively I tensed my muscles. ‘Hey!' I cried when she went on to unfasten my skirt too, drawing down the zipper and then letting go so that it fell silently to the floor. My mind was a whirl. I had fully expected to be beaten or forced to endure some disgusting ordeal by way of retribution, but I couldn't understand why on earth I was being stripped to my underwear.

Julie stepped back and grinned before turning her head towards her friends. ‘Yeah, I guess you were right all along, Carly; I really do like,' she purred cryptically.

Then again she focussed her attention on me, speaking as though she were merely teasing a friend. ‘Well get a load of you, Little Miss Hottie.'

I only sniffed and awkwardly leant my head to one side to wipe the remnants of my tears against a sleeve, inadvertently staining my shirt with eyeliner in the process.

As I stood there, helpless, tied-up and wearing nothing more than my knee-length school socks, my white cotton knickers and my shirt hanging open to reveal the swell of my breasts within a simple white bra, I was not sure that I had ever felt more humiliated or vulnerable.

‘So, just
what
are we going to do with you then?' Julie questioned softly, as she took a confident step back close to me. She held her face so close to mine that I could smell her breath, and I remember being a little taken aback by its fresh sweetness. It reminded me of the blackcurrant flavoured fruit pastilles I would suck as a child, and was nothing at all like the stale cigarette stench I had expected from such a ‘bad girl'.

Julie's eyes flickered from mine to my mouth and then back again, and I found myself parting my lips in anticipation of God knows what. But then I gasped, unable to hold back, as I felt Julie's fingertips touch the naked flesh of my inner thigh. Slowly, tantalisingly, she began to stroke higher, and I drew a deep, shivering breath that caused my breasts to briefly press against hers again. No longer entirely in control of my body I felt one leg slide away as Julie's delicate touch drew so close to my cotton panties, and I watched, thoroughly ashamed, as she offered a brief smirk at my surrender.