Instilling Obedience & Maid to Serve

by Ray Gordon

  Again with that creepy feeling that she was being watched she looked around the room. The door was closed; there was no one else there, and yet she had a distinct feeling that...

  Hearing Belinda calling, Hayley let out a sigh as she left her room and made her way back down to the lower landing. 'Yes, ma'am,' she said, knocking and entering the boss's bedroom.

  'Ah, Hayley,' Belinda snapped moodily, getting gracefully out of bed. 'I'm going into town with my husband this morning.'

  'Yes ma'am, I know,' Hayley mumbled, blushing profusely and trying not to gaze at the woman's naked body. 'Will...' she had to clear her throat, her mouth suddenly dry, 'will you be wanting breakfast before you leave?'

  'No, we'll have something to eat in town,' her boss said dismissively. 'Go and turn the shower on for me.'

  Wandering into the adjoining bathroom, Hayley couldn't believe that Belinda had shaved her pubic hair, and that she obviously had no qualms about parading her nakedness in front of her embarrassed housekeeper. Hayley couldn't imagine doing either.

  Turning as Belinda walked into the bathroom behind her, she tried to drag her eyes away from the woman's hairless pussy, Belinda seemingly oblivious to her nakedness as she stepped into the shower cubicle, turned her face up to the cascade of steaming water and asked Hayley to pass her the shampoo.

  Having done so the girl left the bathroom, made Belinda's bed and tidied the room. Feeling increasingly uneasy as she again wondered who had been through her things, she could at least eliminate Belinda. That only left Michael, but why would he search her room? What had he been looking for? Unless someone else had been roaming around the house, like the gardener or the disgusting stranger, whoever he was.

  'Where are you going?' Belinda asked as she padded back into the room, seeing Hayley hovering by the door. 'I'd like you to dry me now,' she said, tossing Hayley a towel.

  'Dry you, ma'am?' Hayley gasped, her eyes wide as she gazed at her naked boss.

  'Yes, dry me,' the woman said sternly, 'with the towel. Can you manage that, do you think?' Watching her maid hesitate she shook her head impatiently and tutted. 'Well, can you cope with that? Or is it too difficult a task for you to undertake?'

  'No, no I can cope,' Hayley stammered bashfully. There was something very odd going on, she thought for the umpteenth time, moving close and towelling the woman's shoulders.

  'There's more to me than my back,' Belinda complained.

  'Um, yes ma'am,' Hayley said quickly, moving down to the rounded cheeks of her boss's bottom.

  'Tell me, Hayley,' the woman started conversationally, 'are you happy with your room?'

  'Yes, ma'am,' Hayley said. 'I'm very happy with my room, thank you. It's nice looking out over the grounds and...'

  'You can do my front now,' the woman instructed, turning and facing the blushing girl, and with her embarrassment intensifying Hayley towelled Belinda's breasts lightly, trying to ignore the thrust of her nipples, moving quickly down to the smooth plateau of her stomach. This wasn't right, she thought anxiously. She may have led a sheltered life but she knew that intimate contact like this with another woman was wrong. Was this normally part of a housekeeper's duties? It certainly wasn't mentioned at her interview!

  'My legs,' Belinda said. 'Kneel down and dry me properly.'

  Obeying, Hayley found her eyes on a level with Belinda's hairless pussy. With embarrassment swamping her she lowered her eyes, trying to appear nonchalant to the blatantly displayed intimacy of Belinda's naked body. If this was expected to be a part of her duties at Hadleigh Manor, then she was going to have to make some sort of a stand against it.

  'It's all right,' Belinda said, 'I won't break. You can do it harder. And make sure you don't miss anywhere. Dry me properly between my legs.'

  'Yes, ma'am,' Hayley said softly, and complying with her mistress's demands she brushed the towel over the smooth flesh of her naked sex lips. Belinda began to breathe deeply, her naked body trembling slightly as she parted her feet wider. Hayley looked up at her closed eyes, a slight smile curling her succulent lips. This wasn't right, she again thought, rubbing the towel a little harder between the woman's slender thighs. Surely this wasn't part of a housekeeper's duties? Thoroughly drying her mistress, completing the job as quickly as she could, she stood up and folded the towel.

  'Will that be all, ma'am?' she asked, desperate to leave the room.

  'Oh... yes, yes,' Belinda sighed, somewhat dreamily. 'Go and make me a cup of coffee, will you? I'll be down shortly.'

  Leaving the room, Hayley hurried down the stairs to the kitchen with troubled thoughts careering around her head. Belinda had seemed to derive some sort of sexual pleasure from Hayley drying her with the towel, and she wondered whether her boss had lesbian tendencies. Hayley distractedly poured Belinda's coffee and placed it on the scrubbed pine table, just as Belinda walked briskly into the kitchen.

  'I don't want you to leave the house while we're in town, do you understand me?' she instructed, hastily finishing the coffee awaiting her.

  'Erm, yes ma'am,' Hayley replied obediently.

  'You're sure you understand?' The woman watched closely for her reaction, looking pretty intense.

  Hayley nodded, wondering why it was so important. 'Yes, yes of course.'

  'Right, we'll be two or three hours.' The woman seemed to relax a little. 'I'll see you later.'

  Even more than ever Hayley was determined to take a look around the woods. Something was going on and she didn't like it. Waiting until she heard their luxury car leave, she went out to the walled yard and slipped through the archway, making her way across the back lawns to the woods, knowing she might be taking a big risk. But intrigue and a strange feeling of injustice had now outweighed commonsense.

  Creeping along the narrow winding path beneath the canopy of the trees, she could smell tobacco smoke hanging in the still summer air. She knew the gardener, or someone, was close by as she stopped still and listened. A dry twig cracked underfoot somewhere deeper in the woods and some bushes rustled, causing her to hold her breath and freeze, then adrenalin pumped through her veins and she turned to dash back along the path to the open space of lawns beyond the sinister fringe of trees. It was too frightening to venture in there alone, she decided, heading quickly back to the house, walking despite the intense urge to run.

  Searching around the empty house instead, Hayley didn't really know what she was looking for or why she was doing it. Drifting around the study, sifting through papers on the desk, opening the drawers, she found nothing of interest. Everything seemed to be quite normal.

  Climbing the stairs she went into Belinda's bedroom, even though she knew it was wrong, and still with no idea what she expected to find she looked through the dressing table drawers.

  'So, this is what you get up to the minute you think my back is turned,' Belinda hissed, emerging from the en suite bathroom.

  'Oh!' Hayley shrieked, spinning round, her eyes wide with shock and fear. 'I was just... um... I was just tidying up, ma'am!'

  'Just tidying up?' the woman snorted. 'Is that what you were doing in the study, too?'

  Hayley nodded frantically. 'Yes, I was. I was just tidying—'

  'And is that what you were doing in the woods as well?' the woman pressed. 'Just tidying up, were you?'

  'I...' Hayley shook her head, barely able to believe what was happening to her. 'I...'

  'Turn around, young lady,' Belinda ordered the girl, moving close and snatching a stocking from the open drawer. 'Tidying up in the woods indeed!' she sneered derisively, pulling Hayley's hands behind her back and tying her wrists together with the stocking. 'Tell me, young lady, do people normally tidy up in the woods?'

  'No, I... please, you don't understand...' Hayley pleaded pitifully. 'W-what are you doing?'

  'Punishing you, Hayley,' the woman stated coldly.

  'But you can't tie my wrists,' she protested. 'Please, I was only—'

  'But I have tied your wrists,' Belinda scoffed, s
pinning Hayley back around to face her. 'What is it with you? You seem to take great delight in continuously defying me.'

  'No, all I was doing was—'

  'Don't even think about adding lies to your deceit,' the woman scolded. 'I will not tolerate deceit, and I certainly will not tolerate lies. You were snooping around were you had no right to be. I can't believe this. I really can't believe it. I had cause to spank you yesterday, and now I have cause to spank you again. Don't you ever learn, hm? Don't you want to work here?'

  'Yes I do, ma'am,' Hayley insisted desperately. 'It's just that I—'

  'It's just that nothing, young lady,' Belinda cut in again. 'I specifically told you not to leave the house, but you disobeyed me. I specifically told you not to go to the woods, but again you disobeyed me. Now bend over.'

  Hayley couldn't believe this was happening again. 'Please ma'am, no,' she pleaded.

  'Over the foot of the bed young lady, now!' the woman ordered angrily, and grabbing Hayley's long blonde hair and forcing her to bend over the bedstead, she yanked her skirt up over her back and ran her fingertips over the tight cotton covering the girl's tensed buttocks, and then her hand landed squarely across her quivering bottom cheeks.

  No matter what Michael had said about her acquiring a good reference for Dave Ruby, no matter what future she was throwing away, Hayley wasn't prepared to endure this sort of treatment again. She was an adult, a grown woman, not a naughty child in need of discipline. Struggling to break free as Belinda continued the merciless spanking she sobbed as the hardest slap yet abused her stinging buttocks. Again and again the woman's palm met her tensed bottom with shocking slaps, the pain permeating her poor rear as she squirmed and writhed. Belinda was possessed, mad, insane...

  'How dare you defy me?' Belinda spat, finally halting the punishment. 'You'll go to your room and stay there until I come for you. And your hands will remain tied behind your back. That's the only way to ensure you don't get up to anything you shouldn't again.'

  'Please,' Hayley sobbed. 'I was only...'

  'It's Wednesday tomorrow,' Belinda stated with a note of triumph. 'Wednesday. You know what Wednesday is, don't you?'

  Poor Hayley's head was spinning. 'No, I don't.'

  'It's your day off, young lady,' Belinda told her, calming down somewhat. 'Wednesday is your day off, or perhaps I should say, it was your day off. As of now it's cancelled. Now get out of my sight.'

  Hauling her trembling body up straight, Hayley hobbled to the door and managed to turn the handle and get it open. Climbing the stairs she let herself into her room and pushed the door shut. Determined to escape as she moved to her dressing table, she wondered whether she could cut through the nylon stocking with her pair of scissors. Belinda really must be mad, and the second she was free she'd pack her case and leave, she decided, trying desperately to cut through the stocking. Once free she'd say goodbye to Hadleigh Manor - for good!

  Chapter 3

  Finally managing to get free of her bonds, Hayley pulled her suitcase off the top of the wardrobe and began packing. All she had to do was walk to the station and take the next train home, and she'd be safe. Emptying the dressing table drawers she opened the wardrobe and laid her clothes on the bed. This was the end of her short nightmare, she thought, as someone tapped on the door.

  'Hayley, it's me,' Michael called. 'May I come in?'

  'Yes, of course,' she replied, folding her clothes and placing them neatly in the case.

  'Why did you do it?' he asked, entering and closing the door behind him. 'Why did you go into the woods when you'd again been told not to? And why were you snooping around our home?'

  'Because...' she wondered how to answer without sounding silly, 'because there's something very odd going on here,' she eventually replied.

  'Odd?' he echoed, sounding puzzled. 'Going on? What do you mean?'

  'Yesterday I followed the gardener into the woods,' she told him, suddenly feeling relieved to have someone to share her troubled thoughts with. 'I was merely going to introduce myself to him, but he disappeared into thin air.'

  'He'd probably gone to the outbuilding to get something,' Michael suggested. 'There's an old brick building where he keeps his tools and gardening machinery. What is this fascination you have with the woods?'

  'I saw your wife emerging from them,' she confided, 'followed by the gardener.'

  'So?' he asked simply. 'She'd probably been talking to him about some ideas she has for the grounds.'

  'There's more,' Hayley went on undeterred. 'I saw a man this morning. He was lurking in the undergrowth, and...'

  'And what?'

  'And he had his...' Hayley faltered. 'He had his penis out. He was masturbating.'

  'Wow, I thought we'd seen the back of that creep,' Michael said, although he didn't really seem overly concerned. 'That's the very reason Belinda doesn't want you roaming around out there. I thought I explained that to you. I thought we understood each other. We've had trouble from this bloke for some time now. It's for your own good that you listen to us.' Shaking his head he chuckled. 'So, is that it? The gardener disappeared, Belinda emerged from the woods, and you caught sight of the creep tossing off. Is that what this is all about? For goodness sake, Hayley, is that why you keep defying my wife? Do you enjoy being spanked or something?'

  'No, of course not,' she sulked. 'She... she made me dry her with a towel this morning.'

  'And?'

  'Well,' she was surprised by his lack of indignation at the revelation, 'it's not right, is it?'

  'I'm sorry, I'm not with you,' he said neutrally. 'What isn't right?'

  'Me drying your wife after she's taken a shower.' Hayley was growing somewhat exasperated by his lack of reaction.

  'You're two women,' he stated with annoying simplicity, 'so what's wrong with that? I mean, if I'd asked you to dry me, then perhaps I'd understand your discomfort.'

  An uneasy silence fell between them for a few moments.

  'So, you're leaving us?' he eventually broke the awkward impasse.

  'Yes I am,' she confirmed, nodding emphatically.

  'In that case I've wasted my time,' he announced.

  Hayley looked up at him quizzically. 'What do you mean, wasted your time?'

  'I was talking to Dave Ruby earlier,' he disclosed. 'We were talking about you. He's away on a couple of gigs next week but when he gets back he wants to meet you and talk to you about the job vacancy he's got coming up.'

  'He wants to meet me?' she asked, aghast.

  'Yes, he does,' he said, as if a famous rock celebrity wanting to meet a naïve country girl was the most natural thing ever. 'But look, if you're going to mess me about like this we'll forget it. He's a very busy man, and so am I.'

  'No, no,' she said hastily, 'it's just that... your wife spanked me again, and I don't think I should have to stand for that sort of treatment. She even tied my hands behind my back. She treated me very badly, and I don't like it. It's not fair.'

  'Yes, I know what happened,' he admitted smoothly. 'But I did explain to you her background, regarding obedience and discipline.'

  'And she's cancelled my day off,' Hayley added, pouting miserably.

  'If only you'd do as you're told, my dear,' he said. 'Surely it's not that difficult to obey, is it?'

  'I know, but...' she didn't know quite what more to say on the matter. 'Can't something be done about the man in the woods?' she asked, changing the subject.

  'We've reported it, but what else can be done?' he said. 'He has to be caught, but that's not easy. The police can't be expected to hang around in the woods for twenty-four hours a day, every day.

  'So,' he went on, changing the subject, 'will you stay here?'

  Hayley suddenly felt a little more at ease and smiled at him. She quite liked Michael. 'All right,' she conceded, 'but I have to say that this is nothing like I'd expected it would be.'

  'In that case you're going to have to change,' he said. 'You're going to have to fit in to the real world.
You could do well, Hayley. Keep Belinda happy and I reckon you'll soon be working for Dave Ruby, if that's what you really want. But remember that you need a good reference from us.'

  'Okay, I'll do my best,' she said, brightening up somewhat.

  'Good girl,' he smiled, looking satisfied. 'Right, I have to go down to the studio. I have a busy day ahead.'

  Gazing out of the small dormer window as Michael left the room and closed the door, Hayley realised that this was a different world. She'd known things would be far removed from her old village life, but so far this had all been a very different experience.

  Unpacking her suitcase again, she decided that she would give the job another chance. Deciding to make a fresh start as she finished putting her clothes away, she left her room and made her way down to the next landing.

  With the throbbing beat of rock music drifting up from the bowels of the old house, she hovered outside Belinda's bedroom door. She had it in mind to go in and apologise, to promise to keep away from the woods and do as she was told from now on, sure that Belinda would be forgiving, and about to knock on the door when she heard whimpers coming from within. Pressing her ear to the door she couldn't believe what she heard.

  'Mmm, that's good,' Belinda breathed. 'Lick harder.'

  Frowning, confused, Hayley thought that Michael had gone down to the basement. So who was in the bedroom with his wife? 'Put your tongue inside me,' Belinda whimpered. 'Yes, yes, that's good. I can feel your tongue. God, yes, I'm going to... God, I'm going to come!'

  Scurrying down to the kitchen Hayley didn't know what to think. Was the gardener with Belinda? Her mind in turmoil, she knew the woman was having sex with someone. Did Michael know his wife was having sex with another man in the marital bedroom? This put Hayley in a horrible position. What should she say to him, if anything? How could she look either of them in the eye again? The situation was bizarre - and intolerable. It wasn't fair to put her in such a predicament. Where should her allegiance lie, if anywhere?