Maid to Order (8 page)

It was also Melody’s turn to choose the next girl and my tummy had gone tight with apprehension at the thought of what I was surely going to get. As she climbed off Amber’s knee she was shaking badly, and she took a moment to recover herself, but turned to me even as she adjusted her dress. ‘Right, you little brat, Jemima, you’re next, and in private!’

‘In private?’ I asked, surprised and suddenly more scared than needy. ‘But Mel ... ouch! Mel!’

She got me by the ear, pinching hard between finger and thumb. ‘In private,’ she repeated. ‘But don’t worry, I’ll bring her back, eventually.’

‘Ow! Mel ... no. Morris, help!’ I babbled as I was dragged across the room and towards the door.

Not one person moved to help me; most of them were laughing and the only protests raised because I wasn’t going to be done in front of them. I didn’t know why not either, except that it definitely wouldn’t be to spare my modesty, and I was begging to be taken back all the way to her room. It was the Honeymoon Suite, in the middle of the first floor with a huge four-poster bed occupying most of the main room and a bay window looking out over a sparkling blue sea dotted with the coloured triangles of dinghies out from a local club.

I wasn’t given time to admire the view, but thrown over her knee with the door still wide open to the passage, my skirts flipped up and my froufrous dropped before I’d so much as caught my breath. She laid in, spanking hard, but only by hand and I was already warm. It hurt, but I couldn’t stop giggling, which only made her angry.

‘So it’s funny is it?’ she snapped. ‘Come in, Mr Morozov.’

As she spoke I twisted violently around, to find the Russian who’d earned me my first spanking in the open doorway, his harsh face twisted into a smirk of amusement. I struggled to rise, but Melody held me firmly in place as she went on.

‘Oh no you don’t, Jemima. Shut the door please, Mr Morozov, and pass me Morris’s toy bag, if you would. The long black one by the dressing table.’

I went limp, surrendered to my fate as he did as she had asked. She thanked him, keep a firm grip on my waist as she rummaged in the bag, finally pulling out an American style spanking paddle. ‘This ought to do the trick.’

I’d had one used on me before, by Hudson and others, and I’d began to sob as she patted it across me cheeks, but she just began to rub it on me, still talking.

‘Right, Mr Morozov, as you’re here, sit down next to me and pop your cock in her mouth. Jemima, you’d better suck, and suck well, because the spanking doesn’t stop until he’s come. Do it in her face please, Mr Morozov.’

He didn’t hesitate for a moment. Melody took hold of my hair and pulled me sharply upright, allowing him to sit down on the bed, his hip pressed to hers, his crotch directly under my face. I couldn’t have escaped if I’d wanted to, with her hand twisted tight in my hair as he lay back and unzipped, flopping out a long, pale cock and a good size pair of balls. Melody pushed my head into his lap, rubbing my face on his genitals until I managed to get my mouth open around him. He sighed as I began to suck, only for his cock to shoot out of my mouth as the paddle landed across my bum.

‘Ow! Mel!’

‘Suck him, you little bitch!’

My head was forced back down, Mr Morozov’s cock fed into my mouth and another swat applied to my bum. I couldn’t take it; the pain was far too bad to let me concentrate on cock sucking, but Melody had my head pushed down onto him and he was pumping into my mouth, his erection already growing. What I could or couldn’t do no longer mattered; my bottom was beaten so hard I was utterly out of control right from the beginning, and my mouth just used to fuck into, with my body writhing and my spittle splashing out around his shaft with every agonising smack.

I couldn’t even think straight, and they were really cruel about it; Melody laying into my bottom and Mr Morozov fucking my mouth; both of them enjoying my pain and my helpless wriggling. He gripped my hair, allowing her to take me around my waist, more helpless still as the beating grew harder and his cock stiffened to full erection. Soon his knob was pushing down my throat with every thrust, making me gag and blow snot bubbles from my nose as I struggled to breathe. And still the paddle smacked down on my bottom, over and over again, until I thought I would pass out, only for him to spunk, completely unexpectedly.

It went down my throat, then exploded from my nose as I started to retch, all over his balls and his trousers too. He called me a dirty slut, which seemed so unfair, jerked my head up and pushed my face into the mess, rubbing it well to smear me with spunk and snot before putting me back on his cock and holding me in place until I was forced to swallow what was left in my mouth. Finally he pulled me up by my hair and twisted my head around to show Melody the state of my face.

‘I’m done,’ he announced.

‘Well I’m not,’ Melody answered and carried on with my paddling, ignoring my yelps and wails of protest.

Mr Morozov was laughing at me as my beating continued, and congratulating Melody on taking a firm line. She didn’t answer, concentrating on my bottom, which I’d begun to stick up as my arousal finally began to get through, only for her to suddenly stop and throw the paddle to one side. ‘Sod this,’ she snapped, ‘she’s too into it.’

She let go and stood up in one motion, tumbling me off her lap and onto the floor, where I landed with a bump and a squeak of alarm. Her hand closed in my hair and I was forced to scramble over onto my knees, or get dragged, as she made for the bathroom. My froufrous were around my knees, leaving me shuffling along as best I could with my blazing bottom on full show to Mr Morozov, who seemed to find the whole thing hilarious.

‘Come and watch,’ Melody invited him and as she pushed open the bathroom door, dragging me in behind her. ‘This is what I do two-faced little bitches.’

I thought my head was going down the toilet, but she rolled me over onto by back, straddling me so that I could see her pussy and the turn of her full, dark cheeks up inside her dress. He’d followed, to stand in the doorway, calm and amused, his cock and balls still wet with my spittle and snot where they hung out of his trousers. I’d already realised I was going to have my face sat on, maybe worse, and was having trouble not sticking out my tongue in anticipation.

‘Open your mouth, Jemima,’ Melody ordered.

I obeyed, gaping wide as she tugged up her dress, once more exposing the full glory of her heavy black bottom, so full and womanly, perfect to go onto my face for a good lick. No longer able to resist my feelings, I stuck my tongue out and let my thighs come open, slipping my fingers between so that I could masturbate in front of Mr Morozov while I licked Melody’s bottom.

‘You’re a natural-born slut, Jemima,’ she told me as she moved forward to set her boots either side of my head. ‘But let’s see if you can get off over this.’

My fingers were already busy with my clit and I’d guessed she was going to put her bum in my face and not her pussy, so I stuck my tongue out further still. She smiled and began to squat down, lowering herself over my face with her cheeks opening to show off the tight black knot of her bumhole. I wanted to lick it, badly, tonguing her bottom while I frigged myself off, and with a man watching. It was perfect; the ideal punishment for what I’d done and it was going to be so much more exciting because I deserved it, just as I’d deserved my paddling and being made to suck on Mr Morozov’s cock, and have my face soiled with spunk.

‘Keep it wide, Jemima,’ Melody order as she settled her weight onto me, trapping me helpless on the floor with her big, black bum right in my face.

I didn’t need telling, craning up to dab at her anus, pushing my tongue into the moist pink star that showed at the very centre, my mouth just as wide as she could possibly have wanted it to be. Mr Morozov had come around so that he could see, his patrician face full of amused contempt as he watched me lick Melody’s bumhole and rub at myself. I’d never felt so dirty, making a complete slut of myself, on purpose, and I was already near to orgasm, the muscles of my bottom and thighs tightening as I focussed on how she’d beaten me and then made me lick.

‘Keep it wide, Jemima,’ she repeated, and lifted up a little to show me her pussy.

She was open and wet, the pink flesh showing clearly between her dark lips, her clit ready for my tongue. My back had already began to arch in orgasm, and I wanted to lick her bottom while I came so badly that I was babbling as I struggled to lift my face and get my tongue back in her bumhole.

‘Please, Mel ... in my face ... sit on my face and I’ll lick you ... make me, Mel, give me what I deserve!’

‘This is what you deserve.’

I saw the set of her muscles change and realised what she was going to do, but I couldn’t stop myself, rubbing furiously at my slippery cunt with my jaws gaping wide to take in what she wanted to give me. Her pussy erupted, a thick stream of pale golden pee, aimed full into my mouth. I let it happen, deliberately, my mouth quickly filling up, with her pee gurgling in my throat and splashing over my face as my body began to jerk in orgasm. Soon it was more than I could take, and had begun to slop over the sides of my lips, soiling my hair and my neck, and at the very peak of my orgasm she sat down, full in my face.

I couldn’t help myself. My tongue went back up her bumhole, licking eagerly as I continued to rub, driving myself to orgasm after orgasm. She too had her fingers between her legs, rubbing her bottom in my face as she masturbated to the feel of my face between her cheeks and my tongue up her bottom hole. I had to swallow, I couldn’t help it, and with that I came again, so hard it hurt and left me weak, but still licking until she too had come. Even then I didn’t stop. I’d swallowed what she’d done in my mouth, leaving my belly full of her pee. And I had to come a third time just for that, never mind everything else she had done to me.

She understood, no longer vindictive, but content that I had been thoroughly punished as she squatted forward, allowing me to admire her beautiful bottom, so big and dark and powerful; with the tight little hole that I’d had my tongue up, now open and pink between her cheeks and her pussy wet. Again she let go, completely this time, in my mouth and all over my chest, her piddle splashing on my tits where they’d popped out of my maid’s uniform during my spanking. I lay there, my mouth loaded to the brim, masturbating, my back arching in ecstasy one more time as she deliberately soiled me. And as I cried out her name she sat down in my face again, smothering me between her cheeks and staying as she was until my body had finally stopped jerking and my fingers had gone limp on my aching pussy.

It wasn’t going to be such a bad summer after all.

The next week was completely routine, and it was just as well. By the end of the party my bottom had been one huge bruise and definitely unfit for further attention, although the dull ache served to keep me firmly in mind of what had been done to me. I would masturbate late at night, lying on my tummy with the sheets pulled down as I thought back to the party, and when I came there would always be one of three people at the front of my thoughts: Lucius Todmorden, Mr Morozov or Melody. Lucius had been nice, giving me a cuddle and a spanking at the same time, which was just what I’d needed. I’d gone to him later, in his room, and sucked his cock before bed so he’d cuddle me without groping too much, which had been the perfect end to the night. Mr Morozov had been the exact opposite; cold and callous, openly enjoying my pain and humiliation, but while he scared me, he excited me too. Then there was Melody and the way she’d punished me, which made me shudder just to think about it; and I came over the memory of lying on the bathroom floor with her big black bottom poised while she filled my mouth more often than anything else.

It had also been a good night’s work. I’d won the prize for most spanked girl, despite being upstairs with Melody and Mr Morozov for so long, and Melody kept her word about paying me extra for keeping Mr Morozov happy. When I got my weekly envelope there was so much in it I thought they must have made a mistake. Not that I was going to tell anybody, but for the next few days I kept expecting Mr Hegedus to ask for some of it back. He hadn’t, so far, and I eventually banked most of it on my afternoon off, which meant I could walk up to the main road and take a bus into Eastbourne.

The party had even helped me to cope with being a maid, because I no longer looked at the work as a tedious and badly paid job, but as a very drawn out erotic game, so that my low status and vulnerability to men became exciting. Not that I got abused by the ordinary guests, but Mr Hegedus would take advantage occasionally, patting my bottom or pretending to adjust my uniform so that he could feel me up. Yet when it mattered, I was in control, so that when his wife was out and he told me I was overdue a spanking I simply pointed out that I was still too tender. I knew I’d get it in the end, and that denying him would mean he would make it harder and more humiliating, but that was part of the fun.

By the end of the second week after the party I was beginning to feel needy again, and wondering how to go about getting a proper punishment. That mattered, after what Melody had done, although there was nobody at the hotel I’d have allowed to do the same. A good spanking in front of the other staff seemed to be the best I could hope for and that only if Mr Hegedus could find himself an excuse; because I’d worked out that his wife would only let him do it if there was good reason, such as kicking off a party under Morris’s instructions. I was also wondering if she might do it herself, because her rough manner and sheer bulk carried a horrid fascination, making it all too easy to imagine myself squealing and kicking over her knee.