by Ray Gordon
No doubt Belinda would inform her that her services were no longer required at some point. Hayley wasn’t now sure if she wanted to leave or not, but she was disappointed by the development. Just as she’d thought she was settling in it turned out she was to be replaced. So she decided not to wait for Belinda’s announcement; she obviously wasn’t good enough at her job and she wasn’t wanted, so she’d leave.
But on the other hand she had left her home to change her life, and to go back now would be tantamount to admitting defeat. So if she worked hard to prove herself her bosses might just keep her on after all. It was ironic, she reflected, that previously she’d tried to get away, and now she was going to do her best to avoid failure by keeping her position as housekeeper and staying on at Hadleigh Manor.
Spending the rest of the day cleaning the house, Hayley saw nothing more of Michael or Belinda and thought they might have been keeping out of her way. Finally climbing the stairs to her room, she closed the door and lay on her bed. She’d done well, she thought; the kitchen was spotless, and all the rooms downstairs were pristine. There was no way Belinda could complain about her work after so much effort. But there again, the woman would probably find fault with something. And then right on cue she heard Belinda calling and her footsteps coming up the stairs, and she knew she was in trouble, but why she hadn’t a clue. What had she supposedly done wrong this time?
The door opened and her boss walked in. ‘I need you to do something for me,’ she announced abruptly.
‘Yes, ma’am?’ Hayley said, sliding her feet to the floor.
‘The junk room,’ the woman went on. ‘I want you to make it into a bedroom.’
‘A bedroom, ma’am?’ Hayley echoed, confused by the instruction.
‘Yes, a bedroom,’ the woman said impatiently. ‘Can you cope with that?’
‘Yes, yes of course,’ Hayley said hastily.
‘All the furniture is in the room; it just needs moving around a bit and cleaning. I know it’s getting late but I want it ready for tomorrow.’
‘May I ask who it’s for?’ Hayley ventured tentatively.
‘No, you may not,’ the woman said brusquely. ‘Just go and clear out the rubbish and clean the room up, all right?’
‘Yes, ma’am,’ Hayley said, standing up.
‘I’m going down to the studio but I’ll be up later to see how you’re getting on.’
Hayley suspected she was to prepare the room for her replacement, which seemed a little odd because surely the new housekeeper would move into her room when she’d gone. But that must be why she was doing it and Belinda had a nerve, she decided, going downstairs to fetch the cleaning equipment.
Belinda had moved quickly. How had she found someone else so soon?
Back upstairs she went straight to the junk room and started moving the stuffed old boxes out onto the landing, then again felt that she was being watched as she struggled to manhandle the wardrobe into one corner.
Deciding to be firm with Belinda, she reckoned that she had nothing to lose now. For some reason the woman wanted to be rid of her so it didn’t matter what she said to her, and again right on cue her boss appeared in the doorway.
‘Yes, yes, that’s very good,’ she said, dispensing a rather vague compliment. ‘Make the bed up now, and some fresh flowers would look nice.’
‘Yes ma’am,’ Hayley said, ‘but it’s past eight o’clock and I’m supposed to be off duty now.’
‘Oh, well you could at least finish the room first,’ Belinda said indignantly.
‘Yes, I will,’ Hayley said, ‘but I was going to say that I’m going for a walk when I’ve finished.’
‘A walk?’ She checked her watch and frowned. ‘At this time of night?’
‘It’s a lovely evening.’
‘No, Hayley, you’re not going anywhere.’
‘Yes, I’m going for a walk,’ Hayley returned firmly.
‘No you are not.’ Belinda was adamant.
‘I’ve worked very hard today,’ Hayley complained, ‘so when I’ve finished here I am going for a walk to relax a little before I go to bed.’
Belinda threw the girl a steely stare. ‘I don’t think I like the tone of your voice, young lady,’ she growled. ‘Bend over and place your hands on the dressing table.’
‘No ma’am, I won’t,’ Hayley said defiantly.
‘Yes, young lady, you will,’ and Belinda grabbed the girl by the upper arm and bent her over. With her hands shaking as she placed them on the top of the dressing table to support herself, Hayley knew the woman was serious, and all her previous resolve to stand up to her evaporated in the face of her aggressive mood. Belinda must be mad, she thought fearfully, normal one minute and flying off the handle for no good reason the next.
‘What are you trying to do, Hayley?’ Belinda asked. ‘Why are you always trying to defy and annoy me?’
Hayley said nothing, but braced herself for the inevitable spanking.
‘Now you listen to me, young lady. From now on you’re going to do as I say when I say it.’
‘So why are you replacing me with someone else?’ Hayley couldn’t help but challenge.
‘Replacing you?’ the woman said. ‘What are you talking about?’
‘I heard you talking to your husband,’ Hayley disclosed. ‘You said that you were going to—’
‘You were listening at the door?’
Hayley realised she’d said too much already and immediately wished she’d kept her mouth shut. ‘I... I happened to be passing.’
‘So you eavesdropped on our private conversation?’ Belinda lifted Hayley’s short skirt up to her waist and ran her fingertips over the smooth globes of her buttocks, and the girl couldn’t suppress a sigh of secret pleasure. This wasn’t right, but she couldn’t deny the delight she was receiving from her mistress’s caressing fingertips.
‘So you think I’m replacing you?’ Belinda mused. ‘You think a new girl is coming here to take your place?’
‘Yes,’ Hayley said as the woman used a toe to nudge her feet a little apart.
‘After the way you’ve behaved I do have a good mind to replace you,’ Belinda warned. ‘But for your information, the new girl is to work under you.’
‘So, I’ll be her boss?’ Hayley said hopefully.
‘Yes, but you’ll have to be properly trained before you take charge of her. The last thing I want is you teaching her bad habits.’
‘What bad habits—?’
‘Please, don’t interrupt me. I am going to begin your training by administering a severe spanking. It’s high time you learnt your lesson once and for all.’
Biting her lip, her naked buttocks clenched in readiness for the spanking, Hayley was shocked to think that she wasn’t dreading her punishment. Her brief time at Hadleigh Manor had transformed her, she reflected, her buttocks quivering beneath the sensual stroking of Belinda’s fingertips. But what did the woman mean by training her?
With the first slap across the tensed flesh of her naked bottom resounding around the room, Hayley exhaled a rush of breath, the stinging sensation permeating the burning flesh of her buttocks, and she let out a yelp as her boss’s hand again landed squarely across the glowing orbs of her bottom.
Jolting with each slap of her mistress’s hand, her heart racing, Hayley was horrified to find herself wanting the woman’s fingers to pleasure her. With her buttocks glowing as Belinda continued with the so-called training, Hayley desperately needed sexual satisfaction, but to want another woman to masturbate her? Fearful now of her uncharacteristic and extremely powerful emotions, she wondered what was wrong with her.
‘You have a beautiful bottom,’ Belinda breathed huskily, substantiating Hayley’s belief that her boss was a lesbian, and making her again wonder about her own sexual tendencies as the gruelling spanking numbed her crimsoned buttocks.
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Was this a game Belinda was playing? The lady of the house and the maid? The mistress and the slave? Again and again Belinda’s hand met the quivering flesh of Hayley’s naked bottom with loud slaps. She wasn’t going to stop, Hayley thought, wishing the woman would just touch her aching clitoris.
‘You’ve been meeting a young man in the woods, haven’t you?’ Belinda accused, halting the spanking.
‘No, I haven’t,’ Hayley denied. ‘I haven’t met anyone.’
‘The gardener saw you, young lady. Why you persist with your lies I really don’t know. You met a young man in the woods, and I want to know who he is.’
‘I don’t know who he is,’ Hayley whispered. ‘I mean...’
‘Do you want me to get my husband to deal with you?’
‘Your husband?’ Hayley echoed, ruefully wondering why Belinda should do that when she was dealing with her very well all by herself. ‘No, please don’t do that.’
‘Or would you like me to fetch a leather belt?’ Belinda suggested. ‘Or perhaps you’d like me to get one of my bamboo canes?’
‘I don’t know who he is,’ Hayley protested truthfully, shocked and filled with dread by the threat of being beaten by a leather belt or a bamboo cane. Was the woman sick in the head? ‘I admit that I bumped into him in the woods, but I’ve never seen him before or since.’
Belinda rubbed her chin thoughtfully. ‘The leather belt, I think,’ she goaded.
‘No, please, you’ve already spanked me, but don’t use a belt as well,’ Hayley begged. ‘That would be too cruel.’
‘So you don’t mind me spanking you?’ the woman provoked rhetorically. ‘But it’s supposed to be a form of punishment; it’s not supposed to be a pleasurable event for you. Do you find it pleasurable, young lady?’
‘No...’ Hayley whispered, ‘yes... I mean... oh, I don’t know.’
‘I wonder what else you’d find pleasurable?’ Belinda murmured, running her fingertips up and down the tensed valley dividing Hayley’s buttocks.
Her breathing fast and shallow, Hayley was becoming increasingly desperate for the relief of an orgasm. Her mind in turmoil as the battle of her spinning mind raged, she quivered as Belinda’s fingers travelled down and hovered dangerously close to her labia. She could feel her juices seeping between her love lips, her clitoris stirring expectantly. With Belinda’s fingers moving back up, slipping between the firm moons of her naked buttocks, Hayley knew she couldn’t take much more of this. She needed to come.
‘P-please, don’t tease me like this,’ Hayley finally begged, turning her head and staring at her mistress with questioning eyes, unable to suppress the plea any longer.
‘Like what?’ Belinda chuckled. ‘Leaving you desperate for some sexual relief?’ She parted the firm orbs of her buttocks and exposed the star of her anus. Hayley shuddered, her vaginal juices again soaking between the engorged wings of her sex lips as Belinda’s finger dared to stroke the sensitive flesh of her anal ring. This was it, Hayley knew as Belinda breathed deeply, the violation of her body was imminent.
‘The girl will be here at eight o’clock in the morning,’ Belinda suddenly announced. ‘Her name is Amy. And you, Hayley, will be responsible for training her.’
‘Training her, ma’am?’ Hayley echoed, her throat dry, her voice weak.
‘I realise that you haven’t been here very long yourself, but you’ve been here long enough to teach Amy a few things. Her dress code, for example. She’ll not wear a bra and she’ll—’
‘But I can’t force her, ma’am,’ Hayley cut in. ‘If she doesn’t want to adhere to your dress codes what can I—?’
‘You can and you will, Hayley,’ the woman snapped. ‘Do you understand me?’
Hayley knew she had little option but to do as Belinda said. ‘Yes, ma’am.’
‘You’ll not only be responsible for her training, but her behaviour too. If she misbehaves or disobeys the rules of the house you will be punished. It will then be down to you to punish her in turn. You will take charge of Amy, and you will take the blame and the responsibility for her wrongdoings.’
More confused than ever, Hayley couldn’t determine what it was that Belinda wanted or was up to, and then she shuddered as she felt the woman bend down slightly and plant a kiss on the burning cheeks of her bottom.
‘You’d better get yourself to bed now,’ Belinda said. ‘You have a busy day ahead of you.’
‘Y-yes, ma’am,’ Hayley replied, smoothing her skirt down and moving shakily to the door.
Back in her room she eyed the glowing cheeks of her stinging bottom in the dressing table mirror and let out a sigh. She’d endure a number of spankings whilst at Hadleigh Manor, and now, judging by Belinda’s words, she was to actually administer spankings to the new girl, Amy, then pulling the quilt back she gasped as she saw the candle lying there.
Picking it up she knew Belinda had put it there. Running an inquisitive fingertip up and down the waxy shaft, she wondered about using it as she slipped into bed. The hairbrush handle had given her amazing sensations, but the candle was longer and thicker.
Allowing her fingers to glide over the gentle rise of her mons and settle against the wetness of her vulva, she let out a gasp. Her arousal was running high, frighteningly high. Never had she felt like this, she reflected, toying with the pink lips of her sex. Never had she felt so sexually alive, so acutely aware of her body. Were such reactions caused by the spankings?
Massaging the nub of her sensitive clitoris, clutching the candle in her free hand, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Belinda would know what she was doing, she mused in her dreamlike state. She’d know that she was caressing her clitoris, but the temptation was too great and she slipped the rounded end of the candle between the wet petals of her inner lips, and with the wax rod opening her vaginal entrance, slipping past her tightening muscles, she began to tremble uncontrollably.
‘Yesss...’ she breathed, her naked body rigid as the shaft glided deep into her clutching vagina. With the fleshy swell or her love lips stretched apart by the girth of the smooth shaft, her clitoris fully exposed, Hayley began to piston her vagina slowly. The candle entering her, the walls of her sex gripping the wax shaft, she slipped the phallus out of her pussy and again drove it fully home. She could feel the rounded end pressing deep each time the candle impaled her, her soft sex lips closing each time the shaft left her vaginal sheath.
Increasing her rhythm, the sound of her squelching juices filling her ears, she massaged the swollen bulb of her clitoris faster. With her pleasure building, her womb contracting as that pleasure built, she squirmed and writhed on her bed in her self-induced ecstasy.
Arching her back as she teetered on the edge of her orgasm, she imagined an erect penis penetrating her, the purple crown filling her, the heavy balls swinging against her buttocks. The candle was amazing, but surely no substitute for the real thing, and she finally cried out as the orgasm exploded from her core.
‘Oh, yesss...’ she gasped, her naked body convulsing violently in the grip of her peaking climax. With her juices flowing, her hips rising and falling, never had she realised that such pleasure was available to her.
With her arms limp by her sides and her vagina lovingly hugging the candle, she shuddered in the aftermath of her orgasm, her naked body quivering as she drifted into a deep sleep.
Chapter 7
Filling the coffee filter machine and switching it on, Hayley opened the backdoor and stepped out into the yard. The early morning sun was already warm; it was going to be another beautiful day. But what would it bring? Another spanking? More masturbating? Hayley had woken to find the candle lying between her legs and blushed with shame at the memory of what she’d done, and the fact that Belinda would have a very good idea of what she’d done, too.
‘Hello,’ a girl said, wandering through the archway into the yard and dumping a su
itcase on the ground.
‘You must be Amy,’ Hayley said, looking the pretty girl up and down and immediately deciding she probably liked her.
‘Yes, that’s right,’ the girl beamed, ‘and you’re Hayley?’
‘That’s me. Welcome to Hadleigh Manor. Bring your case into the kitchen and sit down, and I’ll get you some coffee.’
Amy was very pretty, Hayley mused, leading her into the kitchen. With her long dark hair framing an angelic face and her T-shirt clinging to her shapely breasts, she was an extremely attractive girl. But she looked far too innocent to be at a place like Hadleigh Manor, Hayley thought, wondering how old she was as she poured the coffee. But at least the girl was answerable to her, and to some extent she might be able to shield her from the questionable goings on within the walls of the house.
‘You’re from the village?’ Hayley asked her, placing a cup of coffee on the table.
‘Yes,’ she replied.
‘So how did Mrs Philips get in touch with you?’ Hayley pressed, curious to know how the job had been filled so quickly. ‘I mean, how did she find you?’
‘She’s known my family for some time,’ the girl disclosed. ‘Not great friends, you understand, but my dad runs the post office and she’s known for a while that I’ve been looking for a job. So yesterday she popped in and asked whether I wanted to work at the big house. She told me that I’d have my own room and earn fairly good money. What’s my room like?’
‘I’ll show you when we’ve finished your coffee,’ Hayley offered. ‘And I must say, it’ll be nice to have someone nearer my own age to talk to.’
‘Will I have to wear a skirt and blouse like yours?’ the girl asked, eyeing Hayley’s stockinged thighs.
‘Yes, you will,’ Hayley replied.
‘The skirt’s a bit short, isn’t it?’
‘Belinda – Mrs Philips – has certain tastes in what you should and should not wear,’ Hayley explained as tactfully as she could. ‘I suppose you could call this a uniform.’
