Maid to Order (7 page)

He patted my bottom and I found myself blushing.

‘Perhaps you even deserve a little spanking?’ he suggested.

It was all I could do to nod, giving in to him. He eased me into position, not over his knee as I’d expectedly, but cuddled into him with my thighs cocked wide across his, my uniform skirt puffed up to show off my bottom and the seat of my froufrous spread to the room. My face was against his shoulder and I put my arms around him, clinging tight for comfort as his hands found my bottom. Suddenly I needed it desperately, not for the sex, but for the comfort of being held while I was punished.

‘Spank me, Lucius,’ I whispered. ‘Spank me properly.’

‘I intend to,’ he assured me, ‘but I think we’d better pop your panties down first, don’t you?’

‘Yes.’

He hadn’t waited for me to agree, but had eased my froufrous down as he spoke, baring my open bottom to the room. I knew an awful lot of people were watching, and exactly what they could see, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was my bottom smacked while I was cuddled, and as his big, powerful hands closed on my cheeks I gave in to my tears. He held me open for a moment, making very sure I knew my bumhole was stretched wide for inspection and then began to spank, a cheek at a time, cupping each and slapping upwards to make them bounce and jiggle.

I clung on tight, the tears streaming down my face, abandoned to my punishment. He knew how to handle me, maybe even knew what I was going through, letting me sob my heart out as he attended to my bottom, until at last the warmth in my cheeks had begun to grow again. I began to want to come, imagining my pussy on show to the entire room as I was casually masturbated to orgasm by the man who’d spanked me and held me. He had other ideas, pausing to kiss my forehead, still holding my hot bottom as he spoke.

‘Would you like to continue in my room, perhaps over a bottle of something?’

‘Yes, please.’

He gave me a last pat, then pulled up my panties. Only as I sat up on his lap did I realise that a crowd had gathered to watch my spanking; eight men, including Stefan. They could all see I’d been crying, and it was that and not the display I’d been making of my bottom which had me blushing as Lucius helped me to my feet. He took my hand, leading me through the semi-circle of men towards the door. Two of them clapped, another gave me a pinch and my blushes had grown hotter at the thought of them all knowing more or less what was about to happen to me once Lucius had got me in his room. I was ready for it too, maybe a harder spanking and then down on his cock to suck him off, or perhaps a fucking with me bottom up and his belly resting on my smacked cheeks, always a lovely rude position to be in. Unfortunately Morris headed us off as we entered reception.

‘Not just yet, Lucius, if you wouldn’t mind. Jemima has to choose the first official spanking of the day. After that you can do what you like with her.’

Lucius began to protest, but Morris had already taken him by the arm, to lead both of us back into the dining.

‘I think we’d better make it now,’ he said, glancing to where Melody was riding a man across the room and using her school cane like a riding crop to flick at his buttocks. ‘Er, Mel darling, if you wouldn’t mind?’

Melody glanced up, pulled hard on the man’s tie, which she’d been using for reins, and stood up.

‘You, stay,’ she addressed the man. ‘Sorry, Morris. I’m ready when you are.’

She’d adjusted her dress as she spoke and stood back a little, looking absolutely magnificent; her full, firm figure sheathed in scarlet silk, the strength in her face tempered by amusement, the cane in one hand. Her arms were folded across her chest, lifting her breasts a little and I remembered how it had felt to be made to suckle her, with one big, dark globe pressed to my mouth as she masturbated me. I smiled and she gave an answering grin as Morris began to speak.

‘Ladies and gentlemen, as most of you know my parties always involve a little game. Tonight’s game is very simple, but I think it will prove amusing. After each girl has been spanked she will have the right to choose who goes next, and who does the spanking. But to ensure that everybody gets a fair share nobody can be chosen twice for the spanker. Any girl may decline, but only if she is prepared to take six of the cane from my dear wife. Once she has been caned she is out of the game. We finish when everybody present has dished out a spanking or been eliminated, and the winner is the girl to be chosen most often. Who receives a bonus of five hundred pounds for the evening. It that clear?’

It was clear to me, and might have sounded simple, but I could tell it had been carefully thought out and probably by Mel. Kay was whispering urgently into Amber’s ear and I knew that if any man, but for one or two particular friends, was chosen to spank her she would decline. With thirty-nine men and just eight girls, or nine if Mrs Hegedus was included, which didn’t seem likely, Kay was going to end up being caned by Melody. I could just imagine how Amber would feel about that, but it was nothing to what would happen to her, because when I chose her she’d have a straight choice, to go over Mr Protheroe’s knee or to be caned, and either way it would be in front of Kay.

Morris had dealt with a couple of questions, establishing that all girls were expected to go bare bottom; that no spanking could exceed five minutes in length and that men could take it if they preferred, but would still be eliminated.

‘Is that everything?’ he continued. ‘Good. Our popular manager, Mr Hegedus, had to spank little Jemima at lunchtime, so that will count as our opening sally, which leaves Jemima with the chance to choose the next victim. Jemima.’

I stepped forward, curtsied and turned to Morris.

‘Thank you, Mr Rathwell. OK, the first girl to be spanked will be ...’

I paused, grinning as my eyes flicked across the seven young women I could choose between. Some looked keen, others worried, but only one knew that nobody would dare put her forward to have her bottom smacked, or so she thought.

‘Melody Rathwell,’ I announced.

There was an immediate susurration of noise; gasps, whispers, giggles. Melody made to speak, her eyes blazing as they met mine, but there was no doubt at all that I had the right to choose her. The next question was who should do it; perhaps Mr Protheroe, the fate she had intended for Amber. Or I could do it myself if I dared, but there was really only one choice.

‘To be spanked,’ I began. ‘By ... Miss Amber Oakley.’

Amber had been looking fairly fed up until I’d nominated Melody, then hopeful, and now her face lit up in delight. She stood up, smiling as she addressed me. ‘Thank you, Jemima. And may I just say that you could not have made a more appropriate choice, because if there is one person in this room who really, really deserves a smacked bottom it is Mel. Come along, Melody, over my knee.’

Her voice was firm, full of authority, but also of sadistic glee. She stepped forward and pulled out a chair from under one of the tables, positioning it in an open space to ensure that everybody got a good view. Melody was struggling not to pout as she too came forward, and as she reached Amber she threw me another filthy glance and mouthed two words:
you wait
. I gave her a cheeky wave. Now I was really going to get it, not playfully, but properly, which was exactly what I wanted. Meanwhile, I could enjoy the show.

Amber had sat down on the chair, her knees extended, her body straight, her expression stern; creating an image of dominant womanhood, spoilt only slightly by the way her mouth kept flickering into an impish smile. She looked Melody up and down, then nodded in approval.

‘You look very pretty, Melody,’ she said. ‘And I see you came ready for a spanking, which was sensible. You don’t have anything on under that dress, do you?’

Tight-lipped with fury, Mel shook her head, then mumbled something about her panty line. Amber’s eyebrows rose a fraction and her voice was loud and clear as she spoke. ‘You were worried the men might see the outline of your panties in such a tight dress? I’m afraid they’re going to see a lot more than that. Hands on your head, and let’s have that dress up.’

Melody hesitated; made to say something but thought better of it. Her hands went to her head, very slowly. Amber nodded. ‘Good girl. After all, Morris did say bare-bottom, didn’t he? What did Morris say?’

‘He ... he said all girls had to go bare-bottom.’

‘Yes, he did, didn’t he?’

As Amber spoke she had leant forward, to take hold of the hem of Melody’s dress and tug it up. She was magnificent: her thighs long and muscular, her bottom full and heavy, the dark cheeks tucked well under and spreading from a tight waist that exaggerated how big she was.

‘Very pretty,’ Amber remarked as she reached out to stroke the curve of Melody’s bottom and weigh one heavy cheek in her hand, ‘firm too. You should be spanked more often, Mel. A lovely bottom like yours needs to be given plenty of air, and plenty of attention.’

She gave the cheek she’d been fondling a gentle pat, then sat back, now smiling openly. Melody did her best to look calm and composed, but one leg had begun to tremble slightly and I could just imagine what was going on in her head. Amber was taking her time and I wondered if she was trying to make Melody break and ask for it, but then she spoke again. ‘In fact, you have a beautiful figure in every way, so it would be a shame not to give all these gentlemen the full benefit, wouldn’t it? I don’t suppose most of them have even seen your breasts, have they?’

I saw Melody swallow and shut her eyes for a moment as she realised what was about to be done to her, but she stayed as she was. Amber reached up for Melody’s breasts, cupping one plump scarlet globe in each hand, giving a gentle squeeze, then abruptly tugging down the silk to spill them out – fat and black and heavy, the nipples stiff in erection. My tummy went tight as I remembered how strong she’d seemed as she fed me at the teat, but it was very different now; her naked breasts merely an added humiliation for a girl about to be spanked.

‘Beautiful,’ Amber remarked. ‘A picture or two perhaps, Morris? Come on, if it was me you’d have the video camera out.’

Morris had hesitated, but then took out his camera, earning himself a furious glare from his wife as she was made to wait, everything on show, and then photographed.

‘And while she’s being spanked,’ Amber instructed. ‘Face and bum, so you can make one of those diptychs where you get to see the girl’s rear view side by side with her expression. Right then, over you go, darling.’

She patted her lap, now grinning like some mad she-devil as Melody lowered herself into position; bare bottom lifted at one end and heavy black breasts swinging free at the other. Amber took a firm grip on Melody’s waist, then applied a sharp swat to the inside of each thigh. ‘Come on, you always say a spanked girl shouldn’t be allowed any modesty, let’s have that fanny showing.’

Melody was biting her lip in fury, but allowed her thighs to be smacked apart, showing off the full, pouted rear lips of her sex. Her bottom was too plump to let us see her bumhole properly, but I was sure that was another indignity Amber would inflict before she was finished. Already she’d began to caress Melody’s bottom, in no hurry whatsoever, only for Morris to speak up. ‘Five minutes only, remember.’

‘From when?’ Amber demanded. ‘From bare or from going OTK?’

‘Bare,’ Morris responded. ‘You have two minutes left.’

‘You didn’t say ...’ Amber began, then changed her tack. ‘OK, you sneaky old sod, have it your way. Hairbrush please, Kay.’

‘Hey, no!’ Melody squeaked, creating a ripple of laughter and excited comment to see her nerve break.

Kay had dipped into Amber’s handbag, to pull out a long handled, wooden hairbrush, much like mine and something no spanking enthusiast should be without. Melody swore under her breath, her lips pursed hard in determination, struggling to remain cool as Amber held her with the brush lifted to strike, and then she broke.

‘Get on with it, you bitch!’

‘With pleasure,’ Amber replied and brought the hairbrush down across Melody’s cheeks.

I’d never witnessed such a thorough, no-nonsense spanking, except maybe the first time I got it from Pippa, and then all I’d been able to see was a small square of carpet. Now I had the perfect view: Melody’s face full of shock and consternation as the hairbrush went up and down on her bottom, which was flaunted to the room, high and round and proud, only not so very proud after about fifty hard smacks had been applied and she gave in to the pain. I’d have been screaming with the first smack, and I was amazed how long she stood it, but when she gave in, it was as if all her pent up emotions had come out at once.

One moment she was silent and absolutely still across Amber’s lap, her fingers and toes braced on the carpet, and the next she was squealing like a baby, begging for mercy and thumping her fists on the floor in an agony of frustration and pain, with her legs pumping wildly up and down and her bottom bucking high to the smacks so we all got a good view of the puckered black hole between her cheeks.

The audience had been watching in quiet appreciation, with only the occasional murmured remark on how she looked and the way the spanking was being done, but they now began to clap and cheer, egging Amber on to do it harder and laughing over Melody’s plight. One old boy even had his cock out, with Harmony sitting on his lap, idly playing with it as she watched her sister beaten. We could all see that the spanking was getting to Melody in the right way too, because for all her protests, all her fury, her pussy was wet and open, glistening pink flesh showing between her full sex lips, which had been closed when she’d first been put over the knee. Finally Morris called out the two minutes. Amber gave Melody’s bottom one last hard swat and it was over.