Maid to Order (12 page)

That meant I’d have to be clever, maybe seduce her first, a thought that made me shiver with anticipation. She was certainly cute, very slim with a little round bottom and long legs, so like me that nobody would be surprised to be told we were sisters, but with naturally golden hair instead of brown. To get her into bed for sex would be deliciously naughty, and a good start to my revenge. That meant Danielle would have to find out, but I could take a spanking in a good cause and that was really the most she could do to me. After all, she had to keep Dad happy, and murdering his daughter wasn’t going to go down too well. Summer’s spanking would be the icing on the cake; thick sweet icing in rainbow colours with lots of fancy bits. My revenge would be complete, and all the better as I’d have to be honest with Summer, which meant she’d enjoy it and have accepted money. Danielle would be furious. Arranging it was another matter, with Summer at home and me at the hotel, but there had to be some way of getting around that.

They were expecting me to go back to work, but the hotel was very quiet. There wasn’t even anybody at the desk, but there was a letter for me, a thick, brown envelope written in a curious, angular hand. I guessed what it was immediately and hurried back to my chalet, my face hot with blushes just for the thought of what I was about to see.

I locked the door and shut the curtains, carefully this time as the last thing I wanted was Mr Hegedus peeping in on me. Sure enough, the enveloped contained a brief note from Mr Morozov and prints of the photos he had taken. I could only stare, mouth open in shock and delight at my own filthy behaviour as I went through them, and again, all the while with my excitement building up inside me. The first ones were just plain rude, with me tied over the bolster with my knickers down and my tits popped out of my top, bumhole and pussy flaunted for all to see. Then came the ones after I’d been hooded, less sexy and a bit scary because you couldn’t tell that I was enjoying myself. Next came the really strong ones, with me mounted and the hood still over my head, which would have been enough to get Mr Morozov locked up for ever if I’d taken them to the police and claimed I’d been unwilling. The last ones were the best, once the pillow case was off, because you could see my face, with Mr Morozov’s spunk in my hair and down my cheeks, my face sulky or full of bliss but quite obviously enjoying my humping. And last of all, the pictures of my fucked pussy.

By the time I’d looked through them the second time I’d pulled up my uniform skirt and was rubbing myself through my knickers. I could have finished off then and there, over the photo of my straining pussy hole with his meat in me, and his big, dark balls hanging down, but forced myself to hold back as I laid out the entire set, over fifty pictures. It was almost too much to take in, picture after picture, displaying my utter degradation to the world, because I could be very sure the bastard was going to put them up on the net and let all the other filthy perverts enjoy the sight of me getting humped; men and women too, hands on cocks and fingers on pussies as they brought themselves off over my shame.

I came on that thought with a sharp, sudden orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. My head was now so full of those obscene images that I didn’t need to look any more, but lay back, pushed down my panties and got to work on my bare cunt; bringing myself to orgasm after orgasm, until at last I was simply too sore to go on, with every muscle of my hips and thighs and belly aching, my fingers too, so that I barely had the strength to fiddle with myself. That didn’t make the pictures go away, and I lay there for a long time, whimpering gently for the state I was in and wishing I was back in the Honeymoon Suite, bound and hooded with eight inches of thick, red cock up my cunt.

When somebody started pounding on the door I nearly leapt out of my skin, and I was very glad indeed that I’d locked it, as an instant later Mrs Hegedus called out, while trying the handle at the same time. ‘Are you in there, Jemima? There is work to be done!’

‘Yes, Mrs Hegedus. Sorry, Mrs Hegedus,’ I babbled, frantically pulling my knickers up. ‘I’m just coming.’

I gathered the pictures up fast, but making very sure I found every single one. Then I hid them under the mattress, for once glad that I was expected to do my own cleaning and so wasn’t likely to get caught out. With my skirt smoothed down and my hair hurriedly sorted out, I unlocked the door and jerked it open, to find Mrs Hegedus still there, her hands on her hips and her big, homely face set in a scowl of disapproval.

‘What do you think you’re doing, you useless girl?’ she demanded. ‘There are guests. Come on!’

She finished her remark with a smack to my bottom, and for one moment I thought she was going to spank me then and there; but it was just that she, like everybody else, seemed to think that slapping my bum was the best way to make me do anything. I hurried towards the main buildings with her following, to find that the hotel reception, which had been empty earlier was now crowded with people. One of them I recognised immediately: fat Monty Hartle, computer geek and convicted panty thief, propping up his bulk on the bar with a pint of lager in one hand. The man next to him was even larger, tall as well as fat, with ginger hair in a flat top cut. Both were in combat gear, although it was hard to imagine two less likely soldiers. Chris gave me a curt signal and I went behind the bar, greeting Monty as he swallowed what remained in his glass at a gulp.

‘I’ll have another of those, please. Jemima, isn’t it, Penny’s niece?’

‘I’m a cousin of sorts, really,’ I explained. ‘I just call her auntie. You’re Monty, aren’t you?’

‘Yup, and this is Jeff. Jeff, say hello to Jemima, who I believe is hot to trot?’

It was a question, and he finished with a slow, heavy wink.

‘Um ... is there a party, tonight? If so, yes, I’m up for it, if you’re good boys.’

I was being cheeky, as they were both at least twice my age, if still young by the standards of Morris’s gentlemen, but I knew Monty’s reputation.

‘Don’t think so,’ he answered, ‘unless we make one ourselves. We’re fox hunting tomorrow. Morris has given Razorback an exclusive booking.’

‘Fox hunting?’ I queried.

‘You know, a girl in the nude with a tail up her bum and a mask on, getting chased around by a load of guys, girls too. If we catch her we get to fuck her.’

He said it with such open relish that I found myself blushing and took a moment to reply. ‘Oh, right. Who’s the girl?’

‘Melody’s Annabelle.’

I’d half expected him to say it was me, although Morris would presumably have told me earlier, and felt an odd little stab of disappointment. Annabelle was a good choice though, very athletic, but if she was around her mistress couldn’t be far away.

‘Is Mel coming?’

‘Sure. She’s hunting. Hey, I heard what you did to her. Hilarious!’

He nudged Jeff and both of them laughed. It was impossible not to smile in response, as it seemed that tricking Melody into taking a spanking was making me a bit of a celebrity.

‘Have one yourself,’ Jeff offered as I put his pint down on the bar.

‘Thanks. I’ll have a large white wine.’

‘Make it a bottle.’

I took a cold one, poured myself a generous glass and stuck the bottle back in the fridge. The press at the bar had begun to die down, and after serving one more order I turned back to Monty and Jeff. They seem just the sort of men it’s fun to tease; ever eager and easily controlled, with a certain spice from Monty’s reputation. All the other new guests seemed to be part of the same group too, so I knew I could say what I pleased.

‘So, if you’re going hunting, why are you all dressed in combats? Shouldn’t you be in jodhpurs and pink coats?’

‘Nah, if you do that, you get all the antis on your back, and when you try and explain you’re only chasing girls they just don’t get it.’

‘Chasing girls, you two? I mean, how do you expect to catch Annabelle? Not exactly built for speed, are you.’

I was laughing as I said it, hoping they’d rise to the bait, but neither seemed put out at all.

‘Tactics,’ Jeff replied, tapping the side of his nose.

Monty, grinning, had put his hand in his jacket pocket and was about to pull something out. I caught a glimpse of a rubber ball, much like the sort you throw for dogs, but then Jeff had pushed it back.

‘What is it?’ I demanded.

‘You’ll see,’ Jeff told me. ‘Tomorrow.’

They piqued my interest, but before I could insist they show me another man had joined our group. He was their age, perhaps a little older, but well built and good-looking in a slightly slimy way, while his uniform was immaculate and decorated with medals and three pips on the shoulder tabs.

‘Yo, Jeff, who’s the cutie?’ he said, his eyes flicking up and down my figure.

Jeff jerked a thumb at him.

‘Jemima, meet Gavin. He runs Razorback.’

‘That’s me,’ Gavin responded. ‘I am the money man. The man whose bonus started the credit crunch. In fact, there’s only one thing bigger and I’ve got that too, right here.’

He thrust out his crotch and gave the bulge in his combat trousers a squeeze. I couldn’t resist trying to take the wind out of his sails. ‘Let’s see then.’

‘Sure.’

He just unzipped, then and there, opening his fly to scoop a large, smooth set of cock and balls out of his trousers, weighing them in his hand for my inspection. I was staring, open-mouthed, for once in my life actually shocked, although I had to admit they were quite nice. Monty and Jeff thought it was hilarious, roaring with laughter and slapping their fat thighs.

‘Not in the bar, please, Jemima,’ Chris said, his voice weary.

‘I wasn’t doing anything!’ I protested.

He just shook his head, clearly convinced that it was somehow my fault. Gavin had put himself away, but the image was clear in my mind; a vision of his big, smooth cock lying on the bulk of his scrotum, at once disgusting and immensely appealing. I tried to play it cool. ‘Gosh, the last time I saw one that size was at school, down a microscope.’

He just laughed and took a swig of Jeff’s lager, then made a face and ordered a bottle of champagne. I went to fetch it, feeling flustered, but quite good too. They were an odd lot, city boys and computer nerds, army fantasists and general weirdoes, but I was very much the centre of attention. And for once it looked like I’d be keeping my clothes on, at least until I chose otherwise.

Gavin, Jeff and Monty had gone to a table, and once I’d prepared the bottle of champagne I took it over to them. Mr Hegedus had come out and was talking to Chris, but I barely noticed him. I never really did any more, because he was so much under his wife’s thumb, and so easily manipulated he wasn’t really any fun. Gavin was far more interesting; a man I could tease until he was desperate and then charge high for a one to one. I gave him my best pose as I poured his champagne, wishing I was in my other uniform so that he could see my froufrous, but his eyes were firmly locked on my bottom anyway.

‘I think you like what you see, don’t you?’ I said, only to finish with a squeak as a firm slap was applied to my bottom.

I spun around to find Mr Hegedus directly behind me, trying to look serious but with his mouth twitching in and out of a lecherous smile. ‘Your behaviour is a disgrace, yes?’ he said.

‘What do you mean?’ I asked, genuinely puzzled.

‘To tell guests to show their cocks in the reception!’ he answered in mock outrage. ‘A spanking is what you need, young lady, right here and right now!’

‘Hey no!’ I squeaked, drowned out by laughter on all sides and voices raised in encouragement.

‘That’s the way!’ Jeff called. ‘Staff discipline, ever so important.’

‘Vital,’ Gavin agreed, ‘and no better way to keep it than a good spanking.’

‘Pull her knickers right down,’ Monty put in. ‘I want to see her cunt.’

He was going to, because Mr Hegedus had lost no time at all, grabbing my wrist and plumping his weight down on the nearest chair. I fought back, shocked and not at all ready for a spanking, let alone in front of men I’d meant to tease. But it was a bad mistake. Seeing that Mr Hegedus couldn’t handle me on my own, all three of the men came to help. Any one could have dealt with me easily, and in just seconds I’d been forced down across Mr Hegedus’s knee, squealing and pleading as my legs were spread and my arms twisted up behind my back, rendering me helpless as eager hands pulled up my uniform skirt. I was trying to kick them, and calling them every name I could think of, but it only made them laugh the harder. One of them got a grip on my knickers and Monty had got his wish, my open pussy right in his face as I was stripped behind, with my scream of protest ignored.

Mr Hegedus brought a hand down on my bare bottom and the spanking had begun, fast and hard with all four men laughing as I wriggling and bucked and squealed, making a complete exhibition of myself but unable to stop. Other men clustered around, eager to watch; leering at me and passing remarks about how I looked, calling me a brat and a baby for not taking my spanking meekly, one even commenting on how tight my bumhole looked. I tried to get myself under control, knowing full well that the less dignity I showed the more they’d enjoy my punishment, but it was no good. The pain was too much, the situation too humiliating. Instead I let go completely, bursting into tears of shame and frustration; a full blown spanking tantrum as I writhed and squirmed in their grip, my legs cocked wide and my bum bouncing up and down in my struggles as the smacks rained down.