Maid to Order (19 page)

She looked so funny I was having trouble not laughing out loud, for all that I’d been in equally ridiculous situations myself many a time, with an audience finding my pain and humiliation amusing as well as a turn-on. The boys had no reservations at all, laughing out loud and yelling for more, only for delighted cries to break to gasps and cheers as Jade lost control of her bladder. I heard her despairing cry, begging Melody to stop before she wet herself, and then it was too late. She had her legs cocked wide and she’d slid forward on Mel’s lap, leaving her bottom stuck up so that as the pee erupted from her pussy it went almost straight up, in a great, pale yellow fountain that came down all over her bottom and legs and back, in her hair and on her jeans and knickers. Mel got wet too, with Jade’s pee spraying in every direction as she wriggled in her frantic efforts to escape the tickling, but it didn’t seem to bother her. She just carried on, with spurt after spurt of urine squirting from her victim’s open cunt until they were both dripping with it and the spanking chair stood in a growing pool, which Jade sat down in when Melody suddenly let go

Everybody began to clap, and Mel stood up and took a bow before making for her room to clean up, but the show wasn’t over. Jade was left sitting in her own puddle, looking thoroughly sorry for herself. The paddle had long since fallen out of her mouth, and no doubt she thought she had at least been spared the cane, but it was not to be. Mr Hegedus appeared, waving his arms and ranting about how he’d been running the hotel since nineteen ninety-one and nobody had ever pissed on his dining room floor, but it was all show. He made Jade kneel on the chair with her bottom stuck out to the audience and gave her six hard strokes of the cane across her wet bum cheeks. Then set her to mopping up her pee puddle with her own clothes, while she was nude with a striped bottom wobbling behind her as she scrubbed.

‘Great stuff!’ Gavin declared.

‘Fucking ace!’ Jeff agreed. ‘I love the way her tits hang. I swear they’re a big as footballs!’

Monty merely gave a connoisseur’s nod, then turned to me.

‘Hi, Jemima. I hear you got fucked by Karay?’

I was blushing immediately, and while I couldn’t really deny it I immediately found myself making excuses.

‘Yes ... I was tied up though, and I had a pillow case on my head. I didn’t even know until ... until it was too late, and ... anyway, he was more of a gentleman than any of you lot.’

‘Be cool. I think it’s kind of horny. Do you think he’d hunt with us?’

I choked on my wine.

‘No pressure,’ he went on, ‘But if you’re up for it that would be great, and there’d be a grand in it for you.’

‘I’ll see,’ I managed.

‘Cool. So what’s with the bruised bum? Old Vilmos get a bit carried away with the staff discipline, did he?’

‘Something like that,’ I admitted, not willing to tell admit the truth or anything close.

‘Let’s have a dekko,’ Jeff demanded.

He sounded interested, but sympathetic too, so I stood up and unfastened my jeans, pushing them down to show off my bruised thighs.

‘Ouch!’ Gavin commented, with both the others nodding their agreement. ‘On the thighs too! I bet that hurt?’

‘A lot,’ I confirmed.

‘I don’t get the thigh thing,’ Monty said. ‘I mean, a bum’s a bum’s, so obviously it’s good to smack it, but thighs?’

‘So it hurts more,’ Jeff pointed out. ‘It’s more for sadists than perves like you, Monty.’

Monty nodded, clearly quite happy to be called a pervert.

‘Drop your knicks, Jemima,’ Gavin demanded.

Quite a few other people were beginning to show an interest, but I quickly popped my knickers down the back to show him the state Danielle had left my cheeks in.

‘Colourful,’ he said, ‘very colourful. No spankies for you tonight then?’

‘Maybe a bit of OTK,’ I said as I covered up, ‘But most men prefer the girls to start fresh anyway.’

‘That’s true,’ Monty agreed. ‘There was one guy Morris was telling me about, who thought that once he’d done a girl she was spoiled, so he’d only go for the ones who’d never been spanked before.’

‘Who he thought had never been spanked before,’ Jeff corrected. ‘This is Morris we’re talking about.’

All three of them laughed and I found myself smiling. I knew they were as bad as any of the other men in the room, maybe worse, but they were treating me better than before, as a person and not just a pretty toy. All of a sudden I was on the very edge of tears, but managed to hold them back, distracted by Gavin.

‘Right, lads, lunchtime. You in, Jem, or do you have to serve?’

Nothing had been said, so I accepted his offer, tucking into fish and chips followed by a big slice of chocolate cake. Gavin kept the drink flowing too, so that by the time we’d finished I was feeling really quite good about myself, enough to want to make sure that I didn’t miss out on the brown envelopes at the end of the party. Morris was at the far end of the room, with Mr Morozov, Lucius Todmorden and various other important clients. I went over, seating myself on Lucius’s lap in a deliberate snub to Morris. As usual he seemed indifferent, beaming happily.

‘Ah, Jemima, good to see you! I am sorry about last week, but business is business. No hard feelings, I trust?’

‘I’m here,’ I said, unwilling to commit myself any further.

‘But not, I see, ready to perform,’ he went on. ‘At least not if the sweet little exhibition you just gave to the Razorback boys is anything to go by?’

‘Yes, you poor thing!’ Lucius put in as he cupped my bottom, stroking gently.

‘I don’t mind hand spanking,’ I offered.

‘That’s the spirit,’ Morris responded, ‘but we have seven girls this evening so I think we can spare your bottom.’

‘And I still get paid?’ I asked hopefully.

‘I don’t see why not,’ he replied. ‘I always feel it’s unfair if a girl takes a severe punishment and then can’t work for a couple of weeks, although I would like you to do me a little favour in return.’

‘Oh. Does it involve Danielle?’

‘Danielle’s not here. I did ask her, but she doesn’t dare risk a spanking in case your dad notices. No, there are two things I want you to do for me. The first is to persuade Amber Oakley and Kay to come to the next party. She’s rather wary, as you can imagine, because she knows that Mel will be out for revenge. But I happen to know that both she and Kay fancy you more than a little bit. If they were on a promise I think we could get them down here. Not a word to Mel though. She doesn’t trust you, and frankly I don’t blame her.’

‘Well I don’t trust you,’ I responded. ‘How do I know you’re not going to get Amber and Kay and me into bed and film us or something?’

He laughed. ‘What an excellent idea, and a fitting revenge! Mel would enjoy that immensely, especially if you two were to top Amber. But no, I have something else in mind.’

‘Um ... let me think about it. What’s the other thing?’

‘Very well, but don’t take too long. The other thing is that I have a little problem with Senor Juan
Márquez y Lucientes over there.’

He gave a gentle inclination of his head and I followed his eyes across the room to where a
big, greasy man with his napkin tucked in under his chin was making short work of a plate of pasta. I recognised him immediately as one of the men who’d watched Danielle spank me, making my tummy go tight as Morris went on.

‘For some reason best known to himself, he doubts that Danielle is really your mother ...’

‘Morris ...’

‘And that you’re a virgin.’

‘But I’m not!’

‘Yes, I know that, but he has a thing about virginity and he was making a fuss over my charges for watching the spanking so I told him you were. All he wants to do is ask you a few questions and inspect you.’

‘Inspect me!? But Morris, that’s not going to work, is it?’

‘Now that’s where you’re wrong. All we need is a little liquid skin – you know, the sort you put on cuts – and there you are,
virgo intacta
once more. Mel’s been practising on Annabelle and it’s very convincing, but we’ll make sure he’s drunk too.’

I glanced at the man, who noticed and gave me a little wave.

‘After lunch then?’ Morris asked.

For a moment I was going to rebel, but it was five hundred pounds, just to let some greasy old perve stare up my pussy, and not so much as a pat to my tender bottom.

‘OK,’ I said and sighed. ‘What a bunch of weirdoes!’

‘Many cultures attach great significance to virginity,’ Lucius began. ‘And I imagine that our friend is a Roman Catholic, in which case ...’

He carried on, still gently pawing my bottom as he lectured us. I cuddled into him, enjoying being held but not really listening. Mr Morozov disagreed on some point and they began an earnest discussion; Lucius breaking off occasionally to spoon feed me sticky toffee pudding from his bowl. Morris had lit a cigar, indifferent to the large no smoking sign directly above his head, and continued to puff until Melody came over.

‘She’s up for it,’ he announced. ‘Get her ready and I’ll tell
the Tradesman.’

‘Good,’ Mel replied. ‘Come on, Jemima.’

She held out a hand, which I took, allowing myself to be led from the dining room, only not up to the Honeymoon Suite as I’d expected, but into the kitchen. Stefan was doing the washing up, which should have been my job, and gave me a filthy look. He was going to say something too, but Mel got in first, jerking her thumb towards the door.

‘Out, you can do that later. Jemima, strip.’

‘What, naked?’

‘Jeans and knickers off will do, then get on the chopping block.’

Stefan left, but Mrs Hegedus came in as I was unfastening my jeans, watching me with a disturbing intensity as I peeled off and climbed on the heavy wooden table we used for chopping meat. There was no time for modesty; Mel pushed me back and spread my thighs to leave my pussy gaping to the room. She peered close, one finger probing my sex as she began to speak. ‘The problem is that we’re not sure how good a look at you Juan the Tradesman got while Danielle was spanking you, but I’ve been looking at hymens on the net and they vary a great deal in size and shape. I’m going to give you just a little one, but it needs to look right.’

‘Why do you call him the Tradesman?’ I asked.

‘Because he always enters round the back,’ she explained, using her little finger to tickle my anus. ‘At least, when the front entrance is blocked, as yours is about to be. Hmm ... Harriet?’

‘Yes, Mrs Rathwell?’ Mrs Hegedus answered.

‘Do you have a raw chicken breast handy?’

‘Certainly, Mrs Rathwell.’

‘A raw chicken breast!?’ I demanded. ‘What for?’

‘The texture is about right,’ she explained as she eased my hole wide. ‘We need that glossy pink look.’

‘I thought you were going to use liquid skin?’

‘I am, to hold the piece of chicken meat in place. Now stay still.’

Mrs Hegedus had given her a chicken breast and I could only lie back and think of men who liked to put it up girls’ bums in order to preserve their virginity, presumably for later. I could barely feel it as Mel splayed out the mouth of my pussy and put a tiny piece of chicken meat in place, but the liquid skin was cold, making me gasp.

‘Stay still!’ Mel repeated. ‘Hmm ... not bad, not bad at all. Still, it will help if you make a bit of a fuss over being inspected.’

‘That won’t be difficult!’ I promised, now feeling thoroughly put upon with my pussy blocked with a piece of raw chicken and some randy old bugger about to inspect me for virginity.

‘I’ll stay with you, of course,’ she promised. ‘Come on then, he thinks you’re already upstairs.’

I hurried back into my clothes and followed her up by the fire escape to the Honeymoon Suite and that same bed where I’d been had by Karay. That had been strange, pure filth and seriously horny, but there was something disturbing about what I was doing now, and it was beyond kinky.

‘He wants you naked,’ Mel told me, ‘and bottom up.’

That was no surprise. Men generally do. I peeled off quickly and Mel took my clothes, hiding them out of sight to leave me stark naked and without protection. We talked for a while before there was a knock on the door, Morris, with
Senor Juan
Márquez y Lucientes behind him. To my surprise Mel addressed him in Spanish and he answered in the same language, then glanced at me, his little fat mouth pursed in speculation and his piggy eyes flickering over my breasts and hips.

‘Get on the bed,’ Mel told me. ‘Crawling.’

I obeyed, only remembering to make a fuss at the last second and trying to give the briefest possible flash of my pussy. Mel spoke a sharp word, slapped me and took me firmly around the waist, holding me tight as she spread my hole to the men. I was wriggling as they both peered close and the Tradesman said something in Spanish. Again Mel slapped me, but I kept wriggling and began to snivel, at which the Tradesman made an odd clucking sound which might have been disapproval for my lack of obedience, amusement at my reluctance, or just plain lust. Again he spoke, and he sounded satisfied, then to Morris in heavily accented English.