Gina's Education

Gina’s Education: A BDSM Love Story© 2015 by Mariah Bailey

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First Edition August 2015

Chapter 1

Gina Perry used the pay phone at the corner by the local diner and called the Mayhew House number she had circled in the Help Wanted ads.

A smooth male voice answered, “Hello, Robert Mayhew speaking.”

“My name is Gina Perry, Mr. Mayhew; I just read your advertisement and I’d like to know more about the job.”

He did not tell her much, but agreed to meet her. “I can see you at 7:00 pm.” Then he added, “When you arrive, you will call me Sir. Be on time, and dress nicely.”

Gina hung up the phone and stood for a moment puzzling over what ‘dress nicely’ meant. His instruction to call him ‘Sir’ seemed odd, but Gina didn’t care what he wanted to be called. She needed a job too badly to be fussy, and if it came with a quirky boss, so be it.

She had just spent the afternoon scouting the local park for coins and cans. She’d found another $1.53. Her stomach was growling and she didn’t think that would favorably impress a prospective employer. She gathered her best clothes into a bag with her last sliver of soap and deodorant and made her way to McDonalds. She ordered a double cheeseburger from the dollar menu and asked for the sample of coffee. Gina felt almost comfortable after finishing her meal.

She went into the ladies room, locked the door, and bathed at the sink. She decided the best way to deal with her hair was to do it up in a tight bun. She put on some lipstick and took one last look in the mirror. Her reflection made her wince; she was too thin and her face was drawn with worry. Even her green eyes looked dull to her and her hair was lifeless. “I could pass for 40,” she thought miserably as she left the restaurant.

Gina knew the address was on the east side of town. As she got closer to her destination, she passed several beautiful homes, clearly in a different price range from those a few streets back. She could smell the ocean and, between the properties, she could see sailboats on the water. The breeze off the water quickened her step and made her smile at the gorgeous view ahead.

One Lantern Lane was on a peninsula all alone. The cobbled driveway curved to the left and went through a port cochere between two garages and around towards back of the house. Something about the building made her think English royalty, but she wasn’t sure why. The house was made of granite, and the gardens along the street side were stunning. Over the front door was a balcony featuring a set of French doors on the upper floor.

At six minutes to 7:00, Gina stepped between the columns of the portico, said a quick prayer, and rang the bell at the front door.

The foyer was bright and cheerful with an amber and turquoise carpet. In the middle of the room was a round antique table, and across from the double doors was a staircase. The one long wall had a large framed mirror and an upholstered settee in rust and gold velvet.

Gina was escorted into the study by a young woman wearing a maid’s uniform. Entering the room, she could feel eyes on her. The tall dark-haired man with just a little silver at the temples and piercing blue eyes was leaning on the huge mahogany desk. He was eying her and obviously disapproved. “Damn,” she thought. “I don’t even have a chance with this guy!”

She steeled her spine and stepped forward anyway with her hand extended and introduced herself. Robert ignored the hand and stepped around her, obviously looking her up and down. Her face reddened at his rudeness, but she swallowed her pride and waited.

Robert stood in front of her again and said, “I believe I told you to dress nicely.”

“Well, Sir, it appears we have a difference of opinion on the meaning of that sentence. I am dressed nicely, in my opinion.”

Robert laughed out loud at her impudence. “Spunky,” he said. “That will change.”

His remark sent shivers down her spine, and warning bells went off in her head, but she held her ground. “Your ad said you are looking for house helpers. What type of help are you looking for?”

Robert took out a sheet of rules and handed it to her.

“Rule 1: You will never be late for an appointment.”

Gina had no problem with that. What employer would not care about promptness?

“Rule 2: The employer’s and the customer’s demands and requests are final and to be carried out without question or discussion.” This one sent up red flags for her.

“Rule 3: The employee will never speak of any services that they provide for a customer to anyone other than the employer. No discussions are allowed outside of the confines of the Mayhew Mansion.”

This rule didn’t allay any of the qualms that Rule #2 had brought up. As a matter of fact, it made her wonder just what the job would be.

Gina looked right into Robert’s eyes and asked, “Exactly what services cannot be discussed outside this house?” She was pretty sure she knew what they were and wondered if she was really that desperate. In her heart, though, she knew she was just that desperate. She knew that after a few more weeks of living in her car and trying to avoid being raped, she’d never get back on her feet, if she survived.

Robert smiled and asked, “How old are you?

Irritated at not being answered, Gina bit her tongue and answered, “Twenty six.”

“Hmm,” Robert said, “a little older than most of my employees. By the way, I believe I told you to call me Sir.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said again, biting her tongue.

Robert completely surprised her with his next remark, “Stand up and remove you clothes.”

Gina inhaled audibly, stood, and headed for the door. Robert noticed the muscles around her eyes contract dangerously for a moment. Halfway across the room, she stopped and turned.

With all the dignity she could muster, she hissed, “Mr. Mayhew… Sir, in the past two years I have lost everything. My identity was stolen; I lost my job, my fiancé, and my home. I now live in my car. I walked here tonight because I cannot afford to fill the gas tank and move the car.” She stopped for a moment to decide whether or not to continue. It felt pretty good to let that much out, so she continued, “I hoped this was a housekeeping job and I didn’t even care if it only came with room and board. I am trying to survive,
Sir
. This job appears to have little or nothing to do with housekeeping and I am…” she was fighting for composure at this point and could not continue. If he showed her pity, she knew she could not stand it.

Moved by her honesty, Robert relaxed, but never changed his expression. He indicated the chair and told her quietly, kindly, “Come and sit down, Gina. I’m sure we can come to an agreement.”

She came back and sat stiffly on the edge of the wingback chair next to the desk. She had expected a job that would have her on her knees scrubbing floors. Now it seemed clear that she might be on her knees, but for a very different purpose. ‘
Well’
, she thought,
‘If that is the job he is offering, it should pay a lot better than washing floors.’
She glanced quickly around the room at the navy and gold Oriental rug, the rich dark blue draperies, the huge mahogany cabinet and bookcases and decided it would be safer and more comfortable here than doing the same job on a street corner. With winter coming there was little doubt about what was left to her.

Her internal debate took only a second or two. “You asked me to take off my clothes, but I haven’t shaved for months. I was embarrassed.”

Robert nodded. “Your embarrassment is of no concern,” he said with a slight wave of his hand. “First things first, you may live here if you sign the contract. I have more than enough rooms. You will be paid handsomely, and there is a signing bonus.” He took an envelope from the desk drawer, gave it to her and waited for her to open it. When she did, Gina had the first glimmer of hope for a new start. The cash in the envelope was ten one hundred dollar bills! She looked up at him with eyes big as saucers, and when he handed her the pen, she signed the paper without further hesitation.

“
Well, this is another new personal low,”
she thought as she stood and stepped out of her shoes. She unbuttoned her cream-colored blouse and slipped it off along with her dignity. She removed her worn lacy bra and the hurt and anger fell away as well. As she slipped out of her grey slacks and placed them on the chair, her pride went, too. Then she removed her panties and stood quietly before his gaze. It felt so strange to be standing naked in front of a complete stranger, so completely ridiculous.

Robert watched with interest, not because she gave in and took off her clothing, but because, with the removal of each layer of clothing, he could see her transform. She stood before him with absolutely nothing left but determination.

There was not an ounce of fat on her. She was trim and almost muscular for a woman. It was obvious she’d kept on the move in her current situation.

‘
She has potential
,’ he thought. He smiled to himself as he stepped behind her, thinking about taking the spunk out of her. Her next remark startled him, and he was glad to be behind her at the moment.

“I’m assuming you service all sorts. I mean you don’t just supply... girls?”

“What did you have in mind?” he asked.

Gina felt that if this was truly the only job open to her it would be to her advantage to become a valued employee. She picked up on his instruction to call him Sir, and said, “Well some men like to be… controlled,” and this time she turned and she saw the big grin on Robert’s face. She would also prefer not having sex with every ‘John’ who came to the manor if possible, but she felt she should keep that to herself.

“Yes, my dear, some do.” He changed his mind about breaking her. He felt she would comply with his wishes because she was practical, and decided to test her that way instead.

“From now on you will go by the name of Rose.” Gina nodded, thinking it would be good to have a new name with a new life. After all, her old name was no longer her own. “Leave your things and follow me,” he said and led her to an upstairs bedroom.

Robert opened the door and Rose saw a room fit for a princess. The wallpaper was a rich eggshell color with satiny stripes and delicate pale flowers. The furniture was mahogany, and the four-poster bed was topped with pineapples and stood on a thick Oriental rug in cream and deep pink with navy accents. The outer wall was a semi-circle of windows overlooking a terrace, and below was a plush green lawn stretching out to the bay. She found she was holding her breath as she took it all in.