Maid to Order (11 page)

Finished, he gave a long, happy sigh and stood away from the bed, grinning openly. Picking up his camera once more, he took a few more shots, laughing at the sight of my spunk-soiled face and sulky pout, before he went behind for some close-ups of my rear view. At last he sat down, poured himself another glass of champagne and relaxed back as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

‘What about me?’ I asked.

‘Nature must take its course,’ he said.

I made a face, trying to look as if I was resigned to my fate, but really quite enjoying myself. It was just so unspeakably rude; a defiance of everything prudish and boring and dull, to be lying there, tied and helpless, my face smeared with my tormentor’s spunk and my pussy stretched to the limit from my humping. I was even wishing he’d had a go up my bum, although for some reason that didn’t feel as bad, as if it had to be my cunt for my violation to be complete.

‘And now, I think, we are done,’ Mr Morozov said, and it was over, as suddenly as it had began, my empty pussy now dribbling a mixture of lubricant and spunk into my froufrous.

He came across to me and smacked my bottom, not hard, but just as if to give me a gentle admonition for my behaviour. I’d have happily taken more, still horny and high on rude, inappropriate sex, while if ever a girl had deserved a spanking it was me. He began to undo the knot at my right wrist instead, but as my arm came loose the sense of disappointment had become too much for me.

‘Go on, smack it,’ I said, sticking up my bottom. ‘Please.’

He said something in Russian, but plainly expressing surprise.

‘Please,’ I repeated. ‘I need a spanking. I deserve one too, don’t I?’

‘Yes,’ he admitted and I could hear the astonishment in his voice.

I slipped my free hand back and down the front of my froufrous. They were full of spunk, more than I’d have believed possible, and it was all over my thighs too, between my cheeks and in my pussy. I began to rub, revelling in the slippery, soiled feeling of my flesh and the still gaping mouth of my well fucked hole. He was staring, open-mouthed, as if he couldn’t quite believe was he was seeing, but then his hand had settled on my bottom. I gave a happy purr as he started to spank me, quite hard right from the start and with a purposeful, almost mechanical motion.

It was just right, quickly bringing the warmth to my cheeks and allowing me to feel I was being punished. As I undoubtedly deserved to be for what I’d done. Everything I’d done, from prostituting myself in the first place, allowing him to tie me and strip me, but best of all, for enjoying what should have been an experience too degrading for any woman to even contemplate, but coming while it was done to me.

I cried out as my muscles went tight. His smacks got harder and I was there, coming and coming again in a string of urgent, powerful orgasms that had me bucking and jerking in the bonds that still held me to the bed. He only stopped when he finally got fed up with applying his hand to my wriggling bottom.

Mr Morozov had taken me somewhere I never been before and I was completely happy about it. All the more so for the contents of the envelope he’d left on the mantelpiece at the end. That had always been a pet fantasy of mine, to have men visit me for sex and then discreetly leave me money on the mantelpiece; so it was rather nice anyway, but even in my wildest fantasies I’d never expected to be paid so much. I knew he was rich, and that high-class call girls charged the earth, but we hadn’t even agreed a figure. Not that I was complaining, and the money went straight into my building society account, which was beginning to look really quite healthy. A few more clients like him and I wouldn’t just be helping with a contribution to my expenses for uni, I’d have covered them with money to spare.

Among the other staff, only Mr and Mrs Hegedus knew what I’d done. He was plainly jealous and also fascinated; while she pretended to be full of sympathy. But there was a prurient touch to her questions that left me in no doubt that the idea excited her. I did wonder if Stefan and Chris might have guessed, or put two and two together. But they couldn’t be sure, and it seemed to be the sort of behaviour they expected of me anyway. There was also Morris, who came down in person to congratulate me, treated me to lobster and a bottle of expensive wine for lunch, then steered me out of the hotel and up the path to the downs with his arm around my shoulder.

‘There’s no other girl like you,’ he was saying for about the tenth time. ‘There really isn’t. And willing to do it again!’

‘Why not? It was nice.’

‘Wonderful, that’s the spirit! And Karay I expect will be equally enthusiastic, which will go a long way to allowing me to cement a certain deal I’ve been working on. They’re tricky, these Russians, you see. But I can’t see him backing out now.’

‘You wouldn’t blackmail him, would you, Morris, because that would mean I ...’

‘Jemima, please!’ he interrupted. ‘That is a very strong word. No, absolutely not. Let’s just say that the secret we share will ensure that he doesn’t feel tempted to invest elsewhere. After all, these are difficult times and banks are beginning to refuse credit to what would normally be seen as perfectly safe ventures. Hence my agreement for private finance with Morozov, which will give me an edge over my competitors in what looks like being a very tough market for several years. Now, my dear, there’s something else I want you to do for me, another nice little earner.’

‘What’s that?’

‘Well, do you remember how popular you were with the gentlemen when you were spanked by Pippa?’

‘And when I spanked her, yes.’

‘Exactly. It went down well, didn’t it? Well, one or two of the gentlemen have been asking for more of the same.’

‘That’s fine. You know I don’t mind playing with Pippa.’

‘Not Pippa, no.’

‘Who then?’

‘Your er ... stepmother, Danielle.’

I stopped dead, horrified, the image of me bare-bottom over Danielle’s lap in front of a couple of dozen dirty old men already burning in my head.

‘No way! And she is not my stepmother!’

Morris spread his hands.

‘Details, details. This is business, Jemima. You’ve always been a sensible girl when it comes to business.’

‘I don’t care! I can’t!’

‘What’s the matter? She’s already spanked you, hasn’t she?’

‘That’s not ... How do you know she spanked me?’

‘You’d be surprised at what I know,’ he answered, ‘and how I come by the knowledge, but in this case there’s no mystery. She told me.’

‘Why? How do you know her? OK, I suppose you must have met her when you were working with my dad on that Thames Vista thing. But how did you know she was into spanking?’

‘My dear Jemima, do credit me with some intelligence. I’ve been spanking girls since long before you were born and you quickly come to recognise the willing ones; the way they dress, the way they move, a certain self-consciousness about their bottoms, a spark of interest if that all important word is mentioned. The same goes for the ones who like to dish it out, only from a different perspective.’

‘And Danielle?’

‘She threatened to spank your sister. Not seriously, of course. It was just a remark she made, intended to put Pippa in her place when she was getting a bit bossy, but I could tell there was real feeling underneath.’

‘So what did you do?’

‘I suggested she might like to come to a party, of course.’

‘To the secretary of a business associate? A woman about half your age?’

‘Not half my age, thank you, Jemima. And why not? The worst she could do was refuse and complain to your dad, who’s hardly going to jeopardise his part in a multi-million pound contract, just to placate a prissy secretary. Besides, I knew she needed money, because her divorce still hadn’t gone through and the lawyers’ bills were mounting up.’

‘So Danielle came to a party?’

‘Yes, while you were in the States. Only the one, but she introduced her uncle to me. He was manager here at the Friston. It was in a sorry state then and about to go under. So I bought it and kept him on.’

‘That explains a lot. Thanks, Morris.’

‘Not at all. Now, about your spanking from Danielle ...’

‘I didn’t agree ...’

‘About your spanking from Danielle,’ he repeated firmly. ‘Everybody loved seeing you and Pippa punish each other, and we could charge a great deal more if we put on a special show. We need the right woman, of course. And Danielle is perfect. Not many people know her, she looks quite like you ...’

‘She does not!’

‘Really quite like you,’ he insisted, ‘and definitely attractive, a good spanker too. You should have seen how she dealt with Annabelle ...’

‘I can guess!’ I interrupted. ‘But look Morris, I –’

‘And most importantly, she’s thirty-six, so just the right age.’

‘The right age for what?’ I asked, and then it had sunk in. ‘Oh no, Morris ...’

‘To be your mother,’ he carried on, oblivious to the growing horror on my face. ‘I’ve promised them a genuine mother and daughter spanking, you see.’

‘No, Morris, that’s going too far,’ I blustered. ‘And anyway, too many of the men know me, and Pippa. They’d realise, sooner or later. Anyway, what does Danielle have to say about it? All she’s interested in is getting her hooks into my dad.’

‘Naturally we wouldn’t have the usual crowd,’ he went on, ‘And one or two of them would know what was happening. I was thinking more of a select group of foreign gentlemen. As to Danielle, she is a very avaricious young lady and sure to agree if I put enough on the table.’

‘So she gets to spank me and gets extra money?’

‘So you’re not entirely averse to the suggestion then?’

‘I didn’t say that!’

‘You implied it, and no, she does not get more. I’ll match your money.’

‘And most of it still goes into your pocket?’

‘Naturally. There are few things I enjoy more than seeing you spanked, my dear, but business is business. So, how about it?’

We’d reached the top of the trees and I sat down on a stile where the cliff path split in two. I was trying to tell myself it was just one more spanking, and for a lot of money, but it was no good. Having Danielle do it was too shameful, too intimate, and the thought of letting her pretend to be my mother was unbearable. I shook my head.

‘Sorry, Morris. I’d do it for you, but not with Danielle. You see, she didn’t tell you everything. When she spanked me it ... It wasn’t play, it was for real. Family discipline.’

The admission had brought me close to tears, not only for what she did to me, but for something far worse: the way I reacted. That was not something I was about to admit to Morris, who was looking at me with a mixture of sympathy and interest, but no surprise.

‘So I understand, from her. But I wasn’t sure whether to believe it, knowing how much you enjoy a good spanking. Genuine family discipline, eh? Why?’

‘For refusing to do as I was told. And no, it wasn’t just an excuse. She ... she held me down, and took my jeans down to ... to do it on my knickers. She’s a bitch.’

He reached out to ruffle my hair, but he’d begun to look thoughtful, and I could see he was calculating how much extra he could charge if he managed to present my spanking as a genuine mother to daughter punishment, rather than one done purely for money. I made to protest, only to stop as a deliciously wicked idea entered my head; an idea that would not only be immensely satisfying, but that might make the perfect revenge.

‘I’ve got a better idea. What if I was to spank Summer?’

Just for a moment he looked doubtful, but only for a moment.

‘Summer? Now there’s a thought! Would you?’

‘Yes.’

‘And you don’t mind me saying she’s your real sister?’

‘No, not at all.’

‘Would she let you?’

‘I ... I don’t now. Maybe ... she’s fun, and Danielle threatened to let her watch my punishment, so I suppose she gets it herself. And if she’s anything like her mum she’d go for the money.’

‘Most girls do,’ Morris remarked, ‘if you offer them enough, and I expect she’s no better. Hmm ... naturally you would have to present it to her in the right way, and we still need that element of reality which men find so important. Danielle might prove a problem as well, but ...’

He was thinking aloud, and trailed off, staying silent for a while before smacking his hands together in satisfaction.

‘Excellent! So, if you’ve walked off lunch, how about a nice slow blow job to say thank you?’

Morris got his blow job, in the same hollow where Penny spanked me. It seemed only fair, and, in a funny sort of way, right. After all he was my boss and it wasn’t the first time anyway, because he always had one of the girls do it after his parties. He’d been nice about my refusal to be spanked by Danielle as well, although I knew he’d have problems telling his clients it wasn’t going to happen after all. Then again, the prospect of me dealing with Summer instead was sure to get them going.

It was only after he’d gone off to help arrange something that was happening the next day that I began to feel guilty for what I’d suggested. After all, it wasn’t her fault that her mother was a complete bitch and it wouldn’t have been fair to punish her the way Danielle had punished me. I’d have to make it fun for her, which meant not being too rough, while I couldn’t imagine her being able to cope with getting it in the middle of a ring of leering men, whatever the circumstances. Not everybody is like me.