Maid to Order (22 page)

When he opened the door of the bathroom cupboard to find some new loo paper I even got to see, my rear view briefly reflected in the mirror: my bound wrists, the puff of my skirts, my bottom straining in my froufrous, all very girly and clean but rendered filthy and obscene by the big, round bulge in my panty crotch, so fat it had pushed the material out and was showing at the sides.

‘I will tell her you soiled your knickers, yes?’ he said, as he began to clean up the floor. ‘Maybe then she will come to untie you.’

I had no words to answer him, my head hung in shame and the load in my panties wobbling gently to my sobs. My self-control was almost gone, panic welling up inside me as I imagined not just Mel coming upstairs, but Morris, maybe Annabelle and Harmony, Mr Morozov, Lucius Todmorden, a dozen other men and women, two dozen; all staring down at me as I squatted on the bathroom floor with a couple of pounds of shit bulging out the back of my panties.

He was going to leave, flushing the loo and making a last, critical inspection of the floor and my rear view before walking from the bathroom towards the suite door. I had to stop him, whatever it cost, if it meant letting him bugger me and then come in my mouth every day for the rest of the summer. ‘Don’t go! No, Mr Hegedus!’

As I spoke I lurched towards the closing door, giving way to my panic, the cord binding me to the waste pipe taut on my wrists, then suddenly slack. I went down, flat on my face, just as the door closed, crying out in pain and then again, in shock, as a sinkful of cold, soapy water burst from the broken pipe, all over the seat of my froufrous, my skirts, my legs. I jerked back, a really stupid thing to do, as I realised as my bum touched the floor with a thick squelch, to leave me sat in my own mess at the centre of a gradually expanding puddle.

‘Bugger!’

Nobody answered me, which was just as well, because if I’d been in a sorry condition before, now it was worse. At least, it was more humiliating, if that was possible, but I was no longer securely tied. I’d played bondage games with Pippa and others often enough to know that I could get my bound wrists under my bum and feet, which would mean I could get my teeth to the knot on the cinch.

It seemed to take for ever to get free, and it left me, my uniform and the bathroom floor looking like an accident in a pigsty. After about the same time again, plus a large quantity of cleaning products, and everything was as it should be except for the broken pipe and the fact that I was stark naked. The pipe was easy, because I managed to fix it in such a way that the break didn’t even show, although whoever used it next might be in for a bit of a surprise. I hoped it was Mel.

Being in the nude was a bit tougher, but not much. The guests weren’t going to be even slightly surprised to see me running around with no clothes on, and the only real problem was escaping Mel’s attention. If Mr Hegedus had told her about my accident she was obviously content to leave me as I was, which was an awful thing to do but useful in the circumstances. That meant I could run to Amber, tell her what Mel was up to and beg for her protection. She fancied me and was sure to help.

I left the room with my heart in my mouth, expecting Mel to appear at any moment. Nobody was about, but as I came down to the first floor I could make out voices and laughter, then the unmistakable meaty smack of a hand being applied to a girl’s bottom. Somebody was being spanked, which probably meant they’d started the game. I moved cautiously on, wondering how best to reach Amber in safety, my tummy fluttering at the smacks and squeals coming from the restaurant.

Morris and Mel would be by the door between reception and the restaurant, which meant I had to sneak out through the kitchen, praying that both Mrs Hegedus and Stefan had gone to watch the spanking. I made it, padding barefoot around the back of the chalets to my own, where the chance to put some clothes on was too good to resist. A pair of panties, my red summer dress and flip-flops were all I needed, which made me feel much less vulnerable for all that I knew I could be stripped as fast as I’d dressed.

That was going to happen anyway, but by Amber, not Mel, or so I thought until I reached the back door to the restaurant. I was too late. The tables had been arranged in a ring and Amber was standing at the centre of the room, looking beautiful and very dominant in full riding gear but staring about her in utter horror, with all fifty-five men and eleven women looking back. I realised at once that she was going to be passed around, and Mel was smirking openly, her full mouth curved up into a wicked smile, until she saw me.

‘Two seconds,’ she said and dashed over, grabbing me by the arm as she hissed into my ear. ‘Don’t say a word, Jemima, or the next time you mess yourself your face goes in it, and I mean that! How did you get out anyway? No, don’t answer that. Just sit down, and when your turn comes to spank Amber you’d better do it properly, or else. OK?’

‘You’re hurting me!’ I squeaked, but she only tightened her grip. ‘OK. OK! There’s no need to be such a bully.’

She let go, throwing me a final warning look before turning back to the room, now smiling as she spoke to Amber.

‘You can choose who goes first, of course.’

Amber responded with a dirty look, obviously close to panic but too proud to back down, with her lower lip caught under her front teeth as she glanced around the motley collection of sybarites, perverts, sex maniacs and dirty old men she had to choose between. I knew it would be a girl first, and I was fairly sure who.

‘Penny, please,’ she said at last.

Penny responded with a sympathetic smile and patted her lap. Amber went to her, and I could see the shaking of her fingers as she laid herself into position across her friend’s knee with her full bottom bulging out the back of her jodhpurs, so tight I could see the outline of her knickers beneath. Penny tried to be gentle, starting off with a few playful pats to the seat of Amber’s jodhpurs, only for Mel to interrupt.

‘Do it properly, Penny, harder, and get her bare, because if you don’t somebody else will.’

‘The rules do say bare bottom,’ Harmony added.

Penny hesitated, her hand lifted in mid smack, then gave a little shrug.

‘Sorry, Amber,’ she said and her thumbs had gone into her friend’s waistband.

I could see Amber’s flesh trembling as she was stripped, her smart jodhpurs pushed down, knickers and all, to leave her full, pale bottom bare to the room, with just a hint of honey-coloured pussy hair showing between her thighs. Mel’s face had set in an evil smirk as Penny began to spank once more, harder now, to make Amber’s bottom quiver and show off teasing glimpses of the tight brown star between her cheeks.

Amber tried to control herself, but as the pink flush spread slowly across her bottom you could tell it was getting to her. First she’d began to toss her head a little, then to kick one foot up and down, while her breathing was getting deeper and a little ragged. Penny stopped as soon as she reasonably could, but as Amber stood up I could see that her face was flushed, the skin of her face cheeks much the same colour as those of her bottom.

‘Who’s next?’ Mel demanded. ‘How about me?’

Amber shook her head and quickly covered herself. The glance she turned around the room showed that she was a step closer to panic. I could understand why, when it was going to take an hour to get her properly spanked, and I knew full well the state that would leave her in.

‘We’re going to have to choose for you,’ Mel warned.

‘Annabelle,’ Amber said suddenly.

‘My slave?’ Mel echoed, her voice rich with sadistic contempt. ‘You want to be spanked by my slave? How very appropriate! Go on then, Annabelle, smack her fat arse for her.’

‘Yes, Mistress,’ Annabelle responded.

Amber stood limp in the centre of the room until Annabelle had seated herself in the spanking chair, her naked body and the collar around her neck incongruous as she patted her lap.

‘Over my knee, please, Miss Amber.’

For the second time Amber got into spanking position, and for the second time her jodhpurs and the big white panties beneath were pulled down to bare her bottom to the room. Annabelle spanked hard and well, setting Amber’s legs kicking and bringing a rosy glow to her bottom. But she was very methodical about it, spanking for spanking’s sake without any of the little humiliations the men would have used, or Mel for that matter. Morris was grinning as he watched, and after a while clapped his hands together in satisfaction.

‘I can see this is going to take a while,’ he said, ‘so let’s get on with the game. Who’s next?’

‘Jemima,’ Mel said without hesitation. ‘She hasn’t had a go yet.’

‘How true,’ Morris answered. ‘Jemima, who would you like to pick for you?’

‘Amber?’ I suggested, hoping to provide her at least a moment’s relief.

‘She’s busy.’

‘Penny then.’

Penny gave me a sympathetic glance as she walked up to Morris’s table, where the hat stood at the exact centre. Like Amber, I couldn’t but help glance around the room as she pushed her hand in among the pieces of paper, knowing that in a few seconds one of the men or women was going to have me across their knee, and that I had little say in the matter.

‘Mr Judd,’ Penny announced.

My heart sank. I’d been hoping for a girl, or at least one of the Razorback boys, not the balding, middle-aged Judd. I still managed a curtsey, and as I started towards him Mel spoke up.

‘Hang on, let Amber choose hers and we can do them face to face.’

Amber had already stood up, holding her jodhpurs and panties halfway up. Her bottom was quite red and she looked a little dizzy as she once more inspection the eager faces around her.

‘Pick one for me, Penny,’ she said.

Penny dipped her hand into the hat.

‘Senor Juan
Márquez y Lucientes.’

The Tradesman stood up, beaming. Amber gave him a look of utter despair and hung her head. Judd had already pulled a chair forward, next to the spanking chair, so that as Amber and I laid ourselves across our men’s laps we were face to face. I could see the look in her eyes as the tradesman began to fondle her bottom; deep humiliation undercut by a helpless acceptance of what was going to happen to her. I tried a smile, but she’d shut her eyes as her jodhpurs and panties were peeled off her bottom once again.

‘There’s not much point in pulling them up, really, is there, Amber?’ Mel remarked, causing a ripple of laughter.

‘Oh yes there is!’ Mr Judd responded. ‘Because if the girls don’t pull their knickers up, then the boys can’t take them down again. Isn’t that right, poppet?’

‘Yes,’ I sighed.

He’d began to stroke my bottom through the seat of my dress even though it was so short my knickers showed anyway.

‘Yes,’ he went on, ‘but what happens first? Come on, poppet, what happens to naughty little girls before their knickers come down.’

‘Their skirts come up,’ I told him, knowing full well what he wanted to hear.

‘That’s right,’ he went on. ‘Skirts up and knickers down, that’s the drill.’

He’d suited action to word, raising my summer dress onto my back as he spoke, but he paused with my knickers halfway down.

‘And what do we say?’ he demanded.

‘Um ...,’ I began, no longer sure what he was on about.

‘We say “thank you”, don’t we?’ he chided. ‘We say “thank you” to the nice man who’s taken the time and trouble to discipline us, don’t we?’

‘Thank you,’ I answered.

‘Properly,’ he demanded. ‘Come on, poppet, you can do better than that!’

I shook my head, choking with humiliation for what he was making me do.

‘Thank you, Mr Judd,’ I managed, and then I’d broken. ‘Thank you for giving me a spanking. Thank you for taking my knickers down and for giving me a spanking, sir.’

‘That’s better!’ he said happily, and my knickers had been peeled off my bottom, leaving me showing it all behind and ready for my punishment.

Amber was already getting hers, sobbing and biting her lip as the Tradesman applied his hand to her bottom. I could see the helpless pleasure rising in her face, but she was still fighting. Not me, I was already lost, all the feelings I’d had building up in me since Melody had first hauled me upstairs rushing back as Mr Judd set to work. He was every bit as rude with me as I’d expected, pausing every few smacks to grope my bum, first weighing my cheeks in his hand as if I was a piece of prime steak, then holding them wide to inspect my bumhole and show me off to the entire room, lastly cupping a hand under my pussy to rub me as he went back to spanking with the other.

I thought he was going to make me come, and I couldn’t help myself, sticking up my bottom to his hand and wriggling my hips to encourage him. It was just so rude, to be spanked by a dirty old man in front of a huge audience, and to show how utterly incapable I was of resisting him would have been perfection. I thought he’d like it too, getting his kicks out of bringing me off across his lap, but he was a bigger bastard than I’d guessed. When my muscles had begun to contract and I was gasping in ecstasy, trying to kiss Amber and begging him to spank me harder, he stopped.

‘I do declare you are enjoying it!’ he said. ‘Now that won’t do at all, will it?’