Instilling Obedience & Maid to Serve

by Ray Gordon

'No, I won't,' Hayley insisted.

  'You stole some money from me, didn't you?' the woman accused her.

  'I did what?' Hayley said incredulously, utterly bewildered by this turn of events. 'Of course I didn't steal any money from you. I'm not a thief, Mrs Philips. I didn't even know you'd lost any money.'

  'I found it in your room,' Belinda went on, regardless of the denial. 'Initially I thought Amy was the sneaky little thief, but I kept an eye on her and soon realised that she knew nothing about it. So I had a look in your room and found it under your bed—'

  'But I haven't a clue what you're talking about,' Hayley interrupted the woman. 'I haven't stolen any money from you, there's no way it could be in my room, and to suggest such a thing is completely unforgivable.'

  'Later I saw you go downstairs,' the woman went on, regardless of Hayley's plaintive denial. 'I'd inched my bedroom door open so I could keep an eye on you. I followed you, Hayley. You hid the money in the kitchen.'

  'No I didn't,' Hayley gasped. 'I haven't seen or touched your money. I wouldn't do such a thing. Never.'

  'You were planning to make off with it, weren't you?' Michael said, emerging from the shadows.

  Hayley shook her head, backing away a couple of steps. 'No. I've never heard such nonsense or been accused of such a thing!'

  'Either you lie on the table or we call the police,' Belinda threatened.

  'No, I won't.'

  'Lie on the table, young lady.'

  'No,' she said again, but put up no resistance as both her accusers took one of her arms each and manoeuvred her until her bottom touched the edge of the foreboding piece of furniture. 'No, you can't make me do this.'

  But they were making her, and before she really even seemed to realise it she was pressed down until she was lying on her back. As she stared up at the low, vaulted brick ceiling she knew her situation was getting hopeless. If she tried to resist them they'd simply call the police as threatened with some trumped up charges and she'd be in all sorts of trouble. What could she say when questioned? Belinda would say that she found the stolen money in her room. The bag on the kitchen table probably contained the cash, and the backdoor was open. It wouldn't look at all good for her, and her predicament would be compounded by the ridiculous but potentially potent allegations of poisoning and assault. This was an ever-worsening nightmare. Hayley couldn't believe what was happening to her.

  She had no choice but to comply, she knew as Belinda parted her feet and secured her ankles with the hanging ropes. Michael pulled her arms behind her head and tied her wrists, rendering her completely defenceless. Just what, she wondered fearfully, recalling Michael's penis ploughing deep into Amy, were they going to do to her?

  As Belinda leaned over her tethered body and deliberately unbuttoned her blouse, laying it open, exposing the firm mounds of her breasts, Hayley was unable to speak. No words would pass her lips as cold fear gripped her. What did they intend to do to her? Would Belinda watch as her husband fucked her? No, surely they wouldn't dare to do that. Holding her breath as Michael passed his wife a leather belt, she watched, her eyes wide with trepidation, her mouth suddenly dry.

  'No!' she wailed as the leather belt lashed down through the air, landing with a loud crack across her naked breasts. 'No, please...'

  'You disloyal little thief!' Belinda hissed, again lashing the leather belt down with a cringing splat. 'You traitorous...'

  Crack!

  'Sneaky...'

  Crack!

  'Ungrateful...'

  Crack!

  'Disloyal little thief!'

  This couldn't be happening, Hayley thought as she fearfully eyed the belt hanging from the woman's hand. Michael moved closer, leering as he focused on the blotchy stripes crisscrossing Hayley's milky breasts, her nipples erect and inflamed from the painful lashing. Where was Amy? Why didn't she come and help her. But why should she, when Hayley had done nothing to help her when she was at the mercy of Michael's lust?

  As Michael gripped the hem of Hayley's short skirt and folded it up onto her flat tummy Belinda let out a wicked chuckle. The woman was definitely mad, Hayley thought, and Michael was a creepy pervert. They were staring at their captive, ogling her naked breasts and the smooth white panties covering the gentle swell of her pubic mound. Was Michael erect? Was Belinda turned on by having their young housekeeper strapped at their mercy to a table in their basement? Trembling, her heart racing, she looked up and tried to fathom out what was going on in Belinda's head.

  'You silly girl,' the woman said. 'Since being here you seem to have gone out of your way to get yourself into trouble.'

  'I've done none of the things you've accused me of,' Hayley returned adamantly, keeping one eye on Michael as he scrutinised her bound and naked body. 'You know very well that I haven't.'

  'Never have I known such ungrateful wickedness,' the woman went on, ignoring Hayley's words of defence. 'So you're going to be punished to see if you're capable of learning your lesson.'

  Moving slightly around the table, positioning herself between Hayley's parted legs, Belinda raised the leather belt above her head again and paused, the two employers savouring the frozen look of horror on the girl's face. Again holding her breath, her eyes wide, Hayley guessed the woman's intention and waited in fear and trepidation for the belt to sweep down through the air and lash the most sensitive area of her body. Belinda was insane. She had to be. What was she waiting for? Was she revelling in Hayley's plight?

  Finally bringing the belt down with a loud crack across Hayley's white panties, she smiled as her trussed victim let out a long wail and writhed in agony as much as the ropes would allow her to.

  'Let that be a lesson to you,' she hissed, stroking the stinging flesh of Hayley's sex through her underwear. 'I'm sure you don't want another lashing across your pussy, now do you?'

  'No,' Hayley whimpered, her body trembling uncontrollably. 'No, of course I don't.'

  'You wouldn't want my husband to deal with you, would you?'

  'No ma'am,' Hayley said hastily, 'I wouldn't.'

  'Well then, you'll be sorry to learn that that's exactly what he is going to do.'

  Hayley couldn't believe what she was hearing. She'd thought and hoped the vicious slice of the belt between her bound thighs had signalled the end of her torment - but apparently not.

  'Tie this around her breasts,' Belinda ordered her husband, taking a length of thin nylon rope from one of the shelves and passing it to him. 'Tie it tight around her breasts, then you can thrash her some more.'

  Hayley watched in horror as Michael wound the rope around her left breast. This was sexual torture, she thought desperately, imagining the belt licking across her exposed nipples. As Michael pulled the rope tight Hayley winced against the discomfort of her breasts swelling and becoming painfully taut. Her nipples grew and tingled.

  'That's good,' Belinda praised her husband. 'Now you can administer some more deserved punishment to this ungrateful little bitch.'

  Accepting the belt from his wife, Michael stood over the trussed girl on the table and gazed avidly at the ballooning spheres of her bound breasts. Belinda was an evil bitch, Hayley thought, grimacing as she waited for the first lash of the leather gripped in his fist. Swearing to get even with the woman, she focused fearfully on the belt as Michael raised his arm, his knuckles white as he gripped it so determinedly, above his head.

  The belt unfurled and whistled down, landing across the taut flesh of her breasts and pulsing nipples. Hayley let out a yelp. Again the belt lashed her swollen breasts with a loud crack. With her burning nipples rising beneath the cruel lick of the leather belt, Hayley squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to protest any more. If she complained she was pretty certain that Belinda would only prolong the gruelling punishment. Holding her breath as the strip of leather flew through the air and again swiped her excruciatingly sensitive breasts, she dreaded to think what other horrors she might have to endure at the hands of her wicked bosses.

  'This wi
ll teach you an important lesson, young lady,' Belinda said, staring hard at her bound captive. 'By the time you leave this basement you'll be obedient, respectful, and well behaved.'

  Saying nothing, Hayley silently swore that she'd never respect either of her sadistic bosses. The woman was insane and he was pathetic, of that she was now certain. Gasping another yelp as the belt slapped her constricted breasts again, Hayley knew he was relishing every moment of administering the gruelling thrashing, and that his wife was relishing watching it.

  'What would you like to do with her next?' Belinda asked Michael. 'No, allow me to suggest something. Thrash her pussy, like I did.'

  'Please, no more,' Hayley breathed as Michael moved around the table.

  'No more?' Belinda laughed scornfully. 'Well, I don't want any more of your lies, young lady, but I have to keep suffering them, don't I?'

  'But I've never stolen anything in my life,' she protested meekly. 'And I've never done anything to try and harm you.'

  'I'm sorry, but you only have yourself to blame for this,' the woman said dismissively.

  'Only have myself to blame?' Hayley echoed, astonished by such a comment. 'All I've done is work hard and try to please you both.'

  As the leather cracked down and bit into the sensitive lips of her sex, causing her straining body to convulse, Hayley cried out. Again Michael brought the strip of leather down, lashing the gusset of her white panties, accurately striking between her parted thighs. Belinda watched the merciless thrashing, nodding her head approvingly as her husband repeatedly swept the belt down across the tenderised flesh of her captive's lower tummy and sex. Hayley cried out pitifully as the hardest slap yet jolted her young body, but her cries and pleas for mercy only seemed to serve to drive Michael on.

  He was loving every minute of dishing out the cruel punishment, Hayley knew. Again and again he brought the belt down, only increasing his rhythm in response to the bound girl's pleas for mercy. Hayley prayed for the torture to end.

  'That's enough for now, Michael,' Belinda at last said, calling a halt to Hayley's anguish. 'I don't want you to wear yourself out.

  'And I don't want you worn out either, young lady,' she added, gazing down at the panting, exhausted girl. 'You'll stay down here for a while longer yet. I'm not done with you yet.' She shook her head. 'Oh no, I'm not done with you by a long chalk. I have plans for you, young lady. Oh yes, I have great plans for you. You probably think me cold and heartless. Perhaps I am, but I cannot abide lying and thieving. I cannot and I will not tolerate either. Don't utter another word, young lady. Don't utter another lie. I intend to leave you down here for a while as part of your punishment. Perhaps some time alone will allow you to focus your thoughts, and then in the morning when you've had time to think about your wrongdoings you'll tell the truth and confess.'

  Chapter 10

  After an hour or so of being alone Hayley was feeling cold and hungry. It was gloomy and depressing in the basement, her beaten flesh pulsed painfully and her bound limbs had gone numb. Wondering what the morning would bring, Hayley lifted her head as she thought she heard movement outside the door. Were there rats lurking in the basement? Rats and spiders?

  'Oh, it's you,' she breathed as the door opened and Michael appeared, wishing she could conceal herself as he closed the door again and moved to the table, blatantly admiring her body, displayed to him by her dishevelled clothing. 'What do you want?'

  'Belinda's gone to bed,' he announced, 'so I thought I'd come down and keep you company.'

  'I don't want any company,' Hayley snapped. 'And especially not your company.'

  'I couldn't resist coming to see you, Hayley,' he went on regardless. 'Bound and defenceless and all alone down here. I just couldn't resist the temptation to come and see you again. What red-blooded male could?'

  'To take advantage of me, like you did with Amy before?' she said defiantly.

  'With Amy?' he said quizzically. 'What are you talking about?'

  'I know what happened,' she said. 'I know you lured her down here and then abused your position to take advantage of her.'

  'Abused my position to take advantage of Amy?' he echoed, looking genuinely puzzled. 'I really have no idea what you're talking about.'

  'I'll tell Belinda about your adultery,' Hayley threatened. 'When she hears what you did to Amy she'll go mad.'

  'Oh dear,' he sighed, 'it's like that, is it?'

  'Yes, it is like that.'

  'And I'd thought we were getting on so well together.'

  'Well you thought wrong.'

  'Seemingly so.' He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. 'But it's a shame you have that attitude, because I had a little proposition to put to you. But not to worry now...'

  'What sort of a proposition?' Hayley asked hopefully, her spirits rising just a little.

  'Well, I rather thought that we might get to know each other a little better, and then perhaps...'

  'I know what you're after, and you're not getting it,' she said boldly. 'Not unless you force yourself upon me, and if you do you'll find yourself in serious trouble the minute I get out of this house.'

  'I don't like threats, Hayley,' he said dourly.

  'And I don't like being tied down and beaten,' she countered.

  'You know, you're a very stupid girl,' he said, his annoyance at her continuing defiance increasingly evident.

  'Yes, I am,' she agreed sarcastically. 'I was stupid to accept your job offer in the first place, I was stupid to stay here once I'd started to see some of the things that go on here, and I was stupid to believe all your nonsense about getting me a job with Dave Ruby.'

  'I was talking to Dave only earlier today,' he told her.

  'Oh, here we go again,' she scoffed.

  'Belinda asked me to phone and tell him that he shouldn't have you working for him because you're unreliable.'

  'Yes, yes, I know,' she said derisively. 'I'm a thief and I tried to physically harm your wife.'

  'I didn't tell him that because I believe that Amy took the money, not you.'

  'There was no money stolen,' Hayley sighed exasperatedly. 'For goodness sake, shall we stop playing these ridiculous games now?'

  'There was two thousand pounds in cash in the safe, Hayley,' he went on. 'I inadvertently left it open, and you know the rest of the sorry story.'

  'If that's true then your wife took it,' Hayley stated boldly.

  'Belinda took it?' he laughed, pacing the floor. 'So tell me, why would she steal our own money?'

  'So she could blame me, of course. It's obvious.'

  Rubbing his chin as he mooched around the basement, looking increasingly pensive, even Hayley began to wonder if she'd inadvertently hit upon the truth. Had Belinda taken her own money to fake a theft? She could have taken it and hidden it in the bag, and then put it in the kitchen so it looked like Hayley was trying to abscond with it. Michael would never have suspected his own wife, and her plan would work well. No, her plan had worked well. Belinda was a devious bitch, and Hayley wouldn't put anything past her. But why would she go to such lengths to do such a devious thing? What did she have against Hayley that she kept trying to frame her? What was it all about?

  'When you first arrived here I told you that Belinda could be a little unpredictable at times,' Michael said, standing by the table and gazing at the blotchy marks striping her breasts. 'Had you played along with her little foibles it would have been so much easier for you.'

  'I did play along with her little foibles,' Hayley snapped angrily. 'I accepted those unjust spankings, for one thing.'

  'You could have done very well here,' he said, and then paused as he again eyed her shapely, vulnerable body. 'Now, I think it's time I untied you, then you can go up to your room and get a good night's sleep.'

  'Oh, yes please,' Hayley gasped eagerly, lifting her head, daring to wonder whether she still might be able to get away from the house during the night. 'I'm exhausted and cold, and I'd really like to go to bed now. Please untie me, Michael,' she
begged, eager not to let this glimmer of hope disappear, and then shuddered as he slowly reached out and pinched her sore nipples between finger and thumb. Was he cruelly toying with her emotions, talking about releasing her and building up her hopes only to bring her crashing down again? Was he trying to erode her resistance to him and his wife? Was the idea to grind her down until she accepted anything they chose to do to her?

  'I suppose I should let you go now,' he continued pensively. 'You've been down here for quite some time already.'

  He reached for her wrists and untied the ropes binding them. Then he bent and released her ankles, and Hayley climbed stiffly off the table, wincing as the blood flowed back into her cold, stiff and aching limbs. Was her release from the loathsome table an indication that her nightmare was coming to an end, she mused as she bent to rub some feeling back into her thighs, or was this only the beginning?

  Hayley woke the following morning to the sun streaming in through the tiny dormer window. As sleep left her she recalled the horrendous events of the night before and leapt out of her bed. It was eight o'clock and the house was quiet. She washed and cleaned her teeth in the small basin in her room, then quickly taking her uniform from the wardrobe she dressed and ventured out onto the landing, crept along and opened Amy's bedroom door, to find the girl asleep in her bed. Clearly she'd lost her nerve last night and decided to stay... either that or she was really collaborating with Michael and Belinda as Hayley had suspected.

  'Amy,' she whispered, shaking her shoulder. 'Amy, wake up.'

  'Wuh... what is it?' the girl asked, her bleary eyes opening and gazing up at Hayley.

  'This might be our chance to get out of here,' she said. 'Hurry up and get dressed.'

  'How did you get out of the basement?' Amy asked, sitting up and stretching, inadvertently drawing Hayley's eyes to the firm shape of her breasts beneath her nightdress.

  'That's another story,' Hayley said, focussing her thoughts on the important matter of getting away. 'You get dressed and I'll go and check Belinda's room. If she's still sleeping then we've got a chance.'