Maid to Order

by Penny Birch

  ‘One day, little one,’ he said. ‘What do I do with this?’

  His fingers had found the base of my plug as he spoke, to pull it free, none to gently, and leave my bumhole agape for his cock.

  ‘Give it to me,’ Mel said. ‘Open wide, Jemima.’

  ‘Hey, no! Mel.’

  ‘Hush,’ she said firmly and the plug had been pushed into my mouth.

  He gave a lewd chuckle to see me made to suck on something that had just been up my bottom and I hung my head as his cock pressed to my open, slippery rear hole. Mel began to stroke me again, cuddling close so that her naked breasts were pressed to my side. I twisted around, smothering my face between them as he pushed and I felt my anus start to spread.

  ‘Is this the first time?’ he grunted, and pushed.

  My answer was a gasp as my anus gave to the pressure, his bloated cock head now up my bum with my ring pushing in on his shaft. I couldn’t have answered him anyway, with the butt plug in my mouth and my face smothered in Mel’s boobs.

  ‘I think it is,’ she said, and he made an animal noise in his throat as he jammed another inch or so of prick into my rectum.

  I felt as if I was going to split, my ring straining wide on his shaft and pulling in and out as he continued with my buggering, forcing himself gradually deeper with his hands locked on my hips and his thumbs spreading my cheeks to show off my buggered anus. I took it gasping and shaking, clinging onto Mel and rubbing my face in her cleavage for comfort, until at last she took pity on me, pulling the butt plug free of my mouth and substituting one hard black nipple. He said something in Spanish as I began to suckle, gave another push and I could feel his belly pressing to my bum cheeks. Another and his balls were touching my pussy, the full, fat length of his cock now bloating out my rectum.

  He buggered me hard, grunting like a pig as he rammed his cock in and out of my bum hole with his fat belly squashing against my cheeks, and his balls slapping on my empty cunt. I’d soon reached back to masturbate, all thoughts of pretending to be shy and reluctant forgotten, my head full of how I’d been sold and buggered, but that wasn’t what I needed to come over. Any other time, yes: for the sheer, filthy, sleazy delight of remembering how I was, bent over the bed with my bumhole speared on his erection and my cheeks open to his eager gaze, his cock pulling my straining ring in and out while the money I’d been paid for the use of my bottom lay on the mantelpiece, while the woman who’d sold me gave me comfort by stroking my hair and letting me suck on her nipples.

  As my fingers worked my clit my thoughts had gone elsewhere, to what he’d said and the pictures he’d conjured up, first of me standing bottomless in front of Danielle for a lecture with Summer watching my humiliation. That put tears in my eyes, because I didn’t want it to turn me on, but I couldn’t stop myself, yet even that wasn’t the final indignity I needed for my orgasm. The Tradesman saw the wet of my tears on Mel’s breasts and grunted something, obviously getting off on my crying as he buggered me, but in my head I was far away, lying across Mum’s knee with my skirt tucked up and my knickers pulled down while Pippa giggled over the sight of her little sister getting a spanking.

  Chapter Eleven

  I was a little sore after my buggering from the Tradesman, and very ashamed of myself for what I’d come over, but that didn’t stop me enjoying the rest of the party. Once I’d got in my little uniform, but leaving my froufrou knickers off, everybody was admiring my bruises and it was fun watching the other girls get spanked while nobody was allowed to touch me. My resentment was still there, but now focussed on Danielle save for a lingering spark that made me want to get back at Morris, so I stuck to the people who were friendly to me as well as pervy – mainly Lucius and the Razorback boys. I got very drunk too, and ended up treating Monty, Jeff and Gavin to blow jobs in my chalet before having my false virginity ritually taken in a game of cards that lasted until dawn.

  The next day was a write-off. My head hurt and so did just about every other muscle in my body. I stayed in bed, with the door locked, ignoring Stefan’s angry demands to come and help with breakfast. He went away in the end, after threatening to get me sacked and spanked, neither of which bothered me in the slightest. I went back to sleep and didn’t wake up again until well into the afternoon. By then all the guests had left, except for Mr Morozov, Mel and Morris, who told me he’d had arranged another party two weeks later on the Saturday evening with the fox hunt the following day.

  I went for a walk with Karay to clear my head, both of the fumes from the night before and my muddled emotions for the way I couldn’t help growing aroused over what should have been the most inappropriate thoughts imaginable. In the end I got so turned on that I let him fuck me, enjoying every second for all my aches and pains, with his fur coat tickling my bum and his lovely big cock working in my hole until he’d spunked up inside me. I rubbed myself off in the mess while he obligingly licked my bum, bringing me to a truly wonderful orgasm that left me feeling a great deal better as we made our way back to the hotel.

  Mel was waiting for me in the bar, to check that I was really up for the hunt and to make sure I was willing to call Amber and Kay. I wasn’t particularly happy about being the bait for her intended revenge, but the thought of being taken to bed by them was highly intriguing. I knew Amber’s reputation for needing to find an excuse before she could enjoy her submission, so in the end I agreed to do it. But with a warning, calling her to say that though I’d love to play with them at Morris’s party, Mel would be after her. She said she’d call back.

  The next two weeks passed quickly. I’d got so used to being a maid, it had become automatic; serving and cleaning, being told what to do by everybody, even being spanked now and then, though all that bare bottom discipline is hardly recommended treatment for employees in the service industry. But after over a week without it, I was getting needy before my bruises had even gone and gave no resistance when Mr Hegedus used a broken cup as an excuse to turn me over his knee in my chalet, and then made me suck him off.

  After that it was business as usual, with my uniform skirt getting turned up several times a day for my bottom to be smacked, while I seemed to spend half my life down on either cock or nipple for a mouthful of spunk or milk from my bosses. I preferred Mrs Hegedus, because while they’d both spanked me, at least she had the consideration to rub me off while she fed me. She’d begun to make me lick too, with my head clamped between her huge thighs and my hair in her fist to keep me in place until she was finished.

  Amber didn’t call back until the Saturday morning, to tell me she and Kay would come, while making it very clear that they wanted me in bed with them that night, which left my tummy fluttering and my mouth dry as I went about my work. As usual we had to clear the hotel, and I was still carrying suitcases outside for the ordinary guests when I saw a small red car coming down the drive. It was Penny, two hours earlier than she was supposed to arrive; although as she never looked anything but completely respectable it didn’t really matter. I finished what I was doing and joined her in the bar, only to be steered outside and along the cliff path.

  ‘I’ve got you a place,’ she said as soon as we were clear of any flapping ears. ‘As a lab assistant in my own department. But I can’t hold it for very long and we should really have advertised the post. It doesn’t pay all that much, but it’ll be more than you’re getting here.’

  ‘For being a maid, yes. But I’m getting five hundred just for tonight’s party, and more tomorrow.’

  ‘Jemima!’ she sighed. ‘Must you?’

  ‘Yes, I must. I want to pay my way through uni.’

  ‘I know, but still ... I just wish you wouldn’t, not for money.’

  ‘We’ve had this out before.’

  ‘Yes, we have, haven’t we, and look what happened with Danielle.’

  ‘How did you know about that!?’

  ‘Melody told me, while offering me five hundred pounds to give you an aunt-to-niece spanking. I refused.’

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��Oh. I wouldn’t mind, not with you.’

  ‘Jemima!’

  ‘Oh all right, I suppose you’re right about Morris. But how about if I leave here, stop going to the parties, but keep my private gentlemen?’

  ‘I’d rather you didn’t, but ... maybe. Where would you entertain them, or whatever you call it?’

  ‘At your house, maybe?’

  ‘At my house!’

  ‘Why not? There’s plenty of room. I could even stay with you, and that way I wouldn’t have to live with Danielle, and it would be better for getting into work, and you can spank me.’

  I added the last bit quietly, knowing she liked to and hoping the offer would be too good to resist. She wasn’t so easily taken in. ‘I intend to!’ she assured me. ‘Hard, and often. But you cannot bring your clients to my house, Jemima! It’s not a brothel!’

  ‘It’s only spanking.’

  ‘It’s not a spanking brothel either! For goodness sake, your grandmother lives across the road! Anyway, it’s not only spanking, is it? You suck them off afterwards, don’t you?’

  ‘Usually, but so what? You get up to far worse, and it’s not as if I’ll be bringing random nutcases home, only my private gentlemen. How about Lucius Todmorden?’

  ‘He’s safe, it’s true, but ...’

  ‘And even if Grandma walks in she’ll just think he’s come to visit about your will or something.’

  ‘Oh right, while he’s spanking you upstairs?’

  ‘Well, we’ll have to be a bit clever about it, obviously. But it would only be once a week or so, twice maybe ... three times tops, and we’d agree who I could bring, and ...’

  ‘Jemima,’ she interrupted, ‘you are not using my house as a spanking brothel and that’s that!’

  ‘If you want me to quit on Morris you’re going to have to let me.’

  She didn’t answer and looked pretty cross as we walked on, up the hill to the very top, not far from the hollow where I’d let Karay fuck me two weeks before.

  ‘Just three men,’ I urged. ‘That’s all, I promise.’

  ‘Who?’ she demanded, weakening.

  ‘Lucius,’ I said quickly, ‘and Mr Morozov, and maybe this Mexican guy I met, Senor Juan Márquez y Lucientes. They’re rich men, and very discreet.’

  She was staring out to sea, biting her lip, and spoke suddenly, her voice far from confident. ‘OK, but you’re to give notice today.’

  ‘Tomorrow,’ I pleaded, ‘after the hunt, but you’re coming aren’t you, so I can just leave with you. Nobody’s going to stop me, are they, not after the way they’ve treated me?’

  ‘That’s true,’ she agreed. ‘OK, have it your way.’

  I kissed her and we walked back down the hill hand in hand. Other people were beginning to arrive: Morris with Melody and her entourage, Fat Jeff, then Mr Protheroe and Mr Judd, whose eyes followed me and Penny as we walked across the car park as if glued to our bottoms. Jeff was even less reserved, coming up between us and taking a cheek in each hand as he spoke. ‘Ah! Nothing like a handful of nice, bouncy girlflesh. So what’s Morris got lined up for us tonight, eh?’

  ‘We’re having a lottery, sort of,’ I told him. ‘It’s called Joker in the Pack. Amber wouldn’t come unless Mel told her how it works and she told me. Everybody’s name goes in a hat on a piece of paper and the girls have to nominate somebody to pull one out on their behalf. Whoever’s name is chosen gets to spank them, or they can have another go, but it’s a spanking and the cane. Or a third go, but it’s a spanking and cane again, and whoever they pick last gets to take them up to his room, or her room, which is why it’s so clever. Mel knows Amber will keeping picking in the hope of getting a girl, but the odds are she’ll end up getting spanked, caned and taken upstairs by somebody like Mr Protheroe. Mel would love that.’

  ‘She’d prefer to punish Amber herself,’ Penny put in. ‘And anyway, we’ll probably have to go more than once each so Amber’s almost certain to get done by a man.’

  ‘Sounds good either way,’ Jeff said. ‘So what’s the joker?’

  ‘If you pick your own name you get passed around,’ I told him. ‘Just for spanking, but from everybody, and no backing out.’

  He laughed. ‘Who’re the girls, other than Morris’s crew and you two?’

  I didn’t know, and told him so, leaving him to talk to Penny because what she’d said had made me think. Amber was sure she knew what Mel was up to and had decided to take her chances, accepting a spanking from whoever she picked. There was still a risk of picking Mel, or getting passed around, but Mel was taking the same risk. Somehow it had to be fixed, perhaps by having a second hat in which every piece of paper had Mel’s name written on it, or worse, Amber’s. That also explained why the girls weren’t allowed to do the draw themselves, so that if Amber challenged her result, Morris would have a chance to switch hats. I was sure I had it, and was smiling to myself as we entered the hotel, only to be brought up short by Stefan.

  ‘Better get that skimpy uniform on, Jemima,’ he ordered. ‘You’re serving lunch.’

  I didn’t argue, but apologised to Penny and made for my chalet. It was for the best anyway, because while everybody was in the restaurant, I could look for the second hat and either just pinch it, or if I had time, change all the names, maybe to Penny, who would be the softest option for Amber, not Kay, because I knew she found it almost as humiliating to be spanked by her own, very submissive, girlfriend as by Mel.

  It had been a while since I’d worn my sexy uniform, and as I pulled my froufrous up I realised that I’d put on a little weight, no doubt partly made up of Mrs Hegedus’s milk and her husband’s spunk, although with so much food available all the time it was hard not to pig out. My bottom did look a little plumper in the mirror, especially with my froufrous pulled tight across my cheeks.

  I told myself I’d still be the slimmest girl at the party, but that didn’t make me any less conscious of the way my bottom bulged in my froufrous as I hurried back to the restaurant. And I was wishing I’d refused Mrs Hegedus’s offer of bacon, eggs, black pudding and beans that morning, which had left my tummy bulging ever so slightly as well. Not that I need have worried, with the men paying me more attention than anybody else over dinner, with hands on my bottom every time I bent to serve.

  Amber hadn’t arrived and I was kept too busy to ring her mobile and warn her, but there was a big cardboard box on the front desk, which I was sure would contain the gear for the evening, including the hat, or hats. It was only going to take a second to check, but Mrs Hegedus and Stefan had me running around like a mad thing, while there was a constant trickle of people coming in and out of reception.

  I even suggested that Mr Hegedus spank me and make me do corner time by the front door, so that everybody who arrived could see, but it would also mean I was right next to the box. To my surprise he told me we were too busy, not to be such a slut, and that I could count on all the spanking I could handle later on. He was right too, because just about every table was full and we’d served sixty-three covers by the time the last guests were finished.

  There were ten girls, twelve including myself, Amber and Kay, to go around fifty-two men plus the other four staff, which meant that I’d have to go up for the draw at least four times, more likely five. That was going to mean a very hot bottom indeed, and I knew that once I was warm I’d be unable to resist turning down my first and second picks so that I ended up being taken upstairs with no say over who got to have me: as scary and as exciting a thought as I could have wished for.

  With lunch over Stefan made sure I did my share of the washing up, keeping me away from the box, and when I was finally allowed to mingle it was gone. I knew where it would be though, the Honeymoon Suite, and waited until both Morris and Melody were busy before dashing upstairs with the spare key from reception clutched in my hand. Sure enough, the box was on the floor by the window, but there was only one hat in it: a big glossy topper.

  It didn’t take a genius to work out that i
t was a magician’s hat, and sure enough, the top part of the lining came away to reveal a shallow compartment underneath. With a little sleight of hand Morris could make sure that when Amber’s turn came she was sure to get her own piece of paper, but I couldn’t fix the draw another way for the simple reason that the names hadn’t been written out. I hesitated, wondering what I could possibly do and not paying attention, so that the first I heard of Melody was a cough from directly behind me. The hat was still in my hands and the expression on her face told me she wasn’t going to be accepting any excuses.

  ‘Very clever, Sherlock,’ she said. ‘You figured it out, which leaves me with a little problem.’

  ‘What’s that?’ I asked. ‘I won’t tell Amber, I promise. I was just curious.’

  ‘I don’t trust you, Jemima. I know you fancy Amber, and why not? She’s just the woman to cope with a little slut like you. And so am I.’

  ‘I ... I know. I love what you do to me, Mel.’

  ‘I’m very glad to hear that, Jemima. Come here.’

  I hung my head, put the hat down, and crossed the room with every expectation of being whipped across her knee for a good spanking before being made to lick. Instead she took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom, making me realise she had something else in mind. ‘If you’re going to pee on me at least let me strip off!’

  ‘Shut up. Get on the floor, kneeling.’

  ‘But, Mel ...’

  ‘Shut up, I said! I’m not going to punish you, Jemima, not yet. I just want you safely out of the way until I’ve had Amber. Now kneel down and put your wrists together behind your back.’