by Ray Gordon
'Ah, Hayley,' Michael said, appearing behind her. 'I'm afraid Dave can't make it this morning after all. He's just phoned.'
'Oh,' Hayley sighed. Although disappointed she might have guessed he wouldn't turn up.
'He'll try to get over tomorrow.'
'I don't suppose he'll be able to make it tomorrow or the next day,' she said despondently.
'Yes he will,' Michael insisted. 'Don't look so down in the dumps. Have you seen Belinda yet this morning?'
Hayley nodded.
'Is she all right?'
'She...' Hayley felt terrible about what the woman had discovered her doing, 'yes, she's fine.'
'You're not in trouble again, are you?' Michael probed.
'No, it's just that... I need a lock on my door, please.'
'A lock?' He looked amused by the comment. 'Okay, I'll see what I can do.'
'As soon as possible, if that's all right.'
'Yes, of course, but what's happened? Tell me.'
'Nothing,' she said evasively. 'It's just that I'd like a little more privacy than I currently have.'
'Oh,' he smiled knowingly and winked, 'I understand.'
'Michael, I'm going to take a walk around the grounds, if you don't mind,' she said, wanting to change the subject about her reasons for wanting a lock on her bedroom door. 'I have a headache coming on and I need some fresh air.'
Leaving through the front door of the house, Hayley made her way down the steps and breathed in the summer air. The main gates were open in the distance at the end of the drive. Walking around the side of the house she neared the trees where she'd hidden like a fugitive on the run. She sat on a log and gazed back at the huge house. The job certainly wasn't what she'd expected, she'd not seen one musician let alone a whole rock band, she reflected, and there were no proper meal times or any routine to adhere to, despite what she'd been told at her interview.
Hearing a rustling sound she turned and looked into the woods, and seeing a little rabbit scurrying into the undergrowth she relaxed and smiled. She was becoming paranoid about being watched. No one was there, no one was spying on her. She slipped down onto the grass and lay on her back, watching the swallows flying high above her. She'd have liked to be a bird, she mused, flying high and free without a care in the world.
Closing her eyes, the sun warming her, she drifted in and out of a light doze. Images of Belinda wielding her open palm loomed in her mind, merging into pictures of handcuffs and candles that tormented her. She could feel the muscles of her pussy tightening as she dreamed of slipping a candle deep into her sex. Her juices gathered again, her legs lolled apart, and she was oblivious to the world.
Her fingers slipping dreamily between the fleshy lips of her sex, she moaned softly in her sleep as she massaged her clitoris. Dave Ruby appeared through the mist of her dreams. He walked into the house and gazed at her bottom as she bent to do her housework. He stood behind her, stroking her buttocks with his fingertips, sending ripples of pleasure through her young body. She turned and smiled at him. He lifted her skirt, his dark eyes gazing into hers, then suddenly she wore no knickers and he was pushing the swollen plum of his penis between the engorged petals of her inner lips. She swayed on her sagging legs as his solid shaft entered her, filling her wet sex.
Waking with a start Hayley sat up and looked about. Had she heard something? Had someone been spying on her? Shaking her head she stood up and adjusted her skirt as best she could, wondering how long she'd been asleep. Belinda would go mad if she'd been too long, she thought fearfully, making her way back to the house. Was she in for another gruelling spanking?
Wandering into the kitchen she checked the clock. She'd been gone for an hour; an hour too long, she feared, wondering where Belinda was lurking.
'It's time for our talk, Hayley,' the woman announced, walking into the kitchen just at that moment.
'Yes, ma'am,' Hayley said, thankful that her boss didn't seem to be in a bad mood. They sat at the table, that candle lying between them, its presence making her blush with shame.
'Now then, I want you to tell me what you were doing masturbating,' Belinda said to her.
'I don't masturbate, ma'am,' Hayley protested. 'Well, what I mean is...'
'You weren't masturbating?' Belinda chuckled sarcastically. 'So what do you call using a hairbrush handle on yourself like you were?'
Hayley lowered her eyes shamefully. 'Masturbation, ma'am,' she admitted, 'but what I meant was...'
'What you meant was that you feel ashamed,' Belinda spoke for her. 'But there's no need to be. Be open and truthful with me. Tell me all about it. As you may have gathered, I'm extremely interested.'
Hayley felt her face flush even more, sure now that the woman was a lesbian as she watched her lick her full lips provocatively, and knew there was no point in telling lies.
'Well?' Belinda prompted, her wide eyes reflecting keen expectation.
'There's nothing to tell, really,' Hayley murmured sheepishly.
'Very well, I'll not force you to elaborate if you're not comfortable to do so,' Belinda said, her amiable attitude a pleasant surprise for the blushing girl. 'And I'm sure that you have work to be getting on with. We'll talk again later, Hayley, when you're ready to.'
Sighing as Belinda left the kitchen, Hayley wondered where this was leading to. There was something very wrong with Belinda, she mused, walking into the hall to carry on vacuuming the stairs, and depraved in the extreme.
Chapter 6
Putting the vacuum cleaner away she grabbed a duster and a can of polish, shame and guilt still consuming her, and headed for the dining room to clean in there. She needed some time alone to think, to reflect on her fledgling life at Hadleigh, and hoped Belinda would give her a few hours off. She was desperate to get away from the house for a while, to walk in the woods and try to understand her feelings, her emotions.
'We'll have to get someone else.' Belinda's voice drifted out from the study. 'She simply doesn't fit in here.'
'Perhaps you're right,' Michael sighed.
Hayley frowned as she listened at the door. Were they planning to get rid of her?
'Leave it to me, Michael. I'll see what I can do. But we'd better not say anything to her just yet.'
Slipping into the dining room Hayley placed the polish and duster on the table and sighed. That was it, she thought, her feelings mixed. After only a few days she was deemed no good. So much for her probation period - she'd hardly had a chance. But perhaps it would be best to go home and return to her old job at the bakery. If nothing else, Hadleigh Manor had been an experience she'd never forget.
'Hayley,' Michael said, entering the room and interrupting her thoughts. 'How are you getting on?'
'Fine,' she replied.
'This is a big house,' he went on. 'It's a lot of work for you to cope with alone.'
'Yes it is, but I'll manage well enough once I've settled in to a routine,' she said. 'Or are you trying to tell me something?'
'No, no,' he insisted, 'I was just thinking about how much work you have to do, that's all.'
'Right, well then, I'd better get on,' she said somewhat abruptly, annoyed that he didn't tell her what was on his mind.
No doubt Belinda would inform her that her services were no longer required at some point. Hayley wasn't now sure if she wanted to leave or not, but she was disappointed by the development. Just as she'd thought she was settling in it turned out she was to be replaced. So she decided not to wait for Belinda's announcement; she obviously wasn't good enough at her job and she wasn't wanted, so she'd leave.
But on the other hand she had left her home to change her life, and to go back now would be tantamount to admitting defeat. So if she worked hard to prove herself her bosses might just keep her on after all. It was ironic, she reflected, that previously she'd tried to get away, and now she was going to do her best to avoid failure by keeping her position as housekeeper and staying on at Hadleigh Manor.
Spending the rest of the day cl
eaning the house, Hayley saw nothing more of Michael or Belinda and thought they might have been keeping out of her way. Finally climbing the stairs to her room, she closed the door and lay on her bed. She'd done well, she thought; the kitchen was spotless, and all the rooms downstairs were pristine. There was no way Belinda could complain about her work after so much effort. But there again, the woman would probably find fault with something. And then right on cue she heard Belinda calling and her footsteps coming up the stairs, and she knew she was in trouble, but why she hadn't a clue. What had she supposedly done wrong this time?
The door opened and her boss walked in. 'I need you to do something for me,' she announced abruptly.
'Yes, ma'am?' Hayley said, sliding her feet to the floor.
'The junk room,' the woman went on. 'I want you to make it into a bedroom.'
'A bedroom, ma'am?' Hayley echoed, confused by the instruction.
'Yes, a bedroom,' the woman said impatiently. 'Can you cope with that?'
'Yes, yes of course,' Hayley said hastily.
'All the furniture is in the room; it just needs moving around a bit and cleaning. I know it's getting late but I want it ready for tomorrow.'
'May I ask who it's for?' Hayley ventured tentatively.
'No, you may not,' the woman said brusquely. 'Just go and clear out the rubbish and clean the room up, all right?'
'Yes, ma'am,' Hayley said, standing up.
'I'm going down to the studio but I'll be up later to see how you're getting on.'
Hayley suspected she was to prepare the room for her replacement, which seemed a little odd because surely the new housekeeper would move into her room when she'd gone. But that must be why she was doing it and Belinda had a nerve, she decided, going downstairs to fetch the cleaning equipment.
Belinda had moved quickly. How had she found someone else so soon?
Back upstairs she went straight to the junk room and started moving the stuffed old boxes out onto the landing, then again felt that she was being watched as she struggled to manhandle the wardrobe into one corner.
Deciding to be firm with Belinda, she reckoned that she had nothing to lose now. For some reason the woman wanted to be rid of her so it didn't matter what she said to her, and again right on cue her boss appeared in the doorway.
'Yes, yes, that's very good,' she said, dispensing a rather vague compliment. 'Make the bed up now, and some fresh flowers would look nice.'
'Yes ma'am,' Hayley said, 'but it's past eight o'clock and I'm supposed to be off duty now.'
'Oh, well you could at least finish the room first,' Belinda said indignantly.
'Yes, I will,' Hayley said, 'but I was going to say that I'm going for a walk when I've finished.'
'A walk?' She checked her watch and frowned. 'At this time of night?'
'It's a lovely evening.'
'No, Hayley, you're not going anywhere.'
'Yes, I'm going for a walk,' Hayley returned firmly.
'No you are not.' Belinda was adamant.
'I've worked very hard today,' Hayley complained, 'so when I've finished here I am going for a walk to relax a little before I go to bed.'
Belinda threw the girl a steely stare. 'I don't think I like the tone of your voice, young lady,' she growled. 'Bend over and place your hands on the dressing table.'
'No ma'am, I won't,' Hayley said defiantly.
'Yes, young lady, you will,' and Belinda grabbed the girl by the upper arm and bent her over. With her hands shaking as she placed them on the top of the dressing table to support herself, Hayley knew the woman was serious, and all her previous resolve to stand up to her evaporated in the face of her aggressive mood. Belinda must be mad, she thought fearfully, normal one minute and flying off the handle for no good reason the next.
'What are you trying to do, Hayley?' Belinda asked. 'Why are you always trying to defy and annoy me?'
Hayley said nothing, but braced herself for the inevitable spanking.
'Now you listen to me, young lady. From now on you're going to do as I say when I say it.'
'So why are you replacing me with someone else?' Hayley couldn't help but challenge.
'Replacing you?' the woman said. 'What are you talking about?'
'I heard you talking to your husband,' Hayley disclosed. 'You said that you were going to—'
'You were listening at the door?'
Hayley realised she'd said too much already and immediately wished she'd kept her mouth shut. 'I... I happened to be passing.'
'So you eavesdropped on our private conversation?' Belinda lifted Hayley's short skirt up to her waist and ran her fingertips over the smooth globes of her buttocks, and the girl couldn't suppress a sigh of secret pleasure. This wasn't right, but she couldn't deny the delight she was receiving from her mistress's caressing fingertips.
'So you think I'm replacing you?' Belinda mused. 'You think a new girl is coming here to take your place?'
'Yes,' Hayley said as the woman used a toe to nudge her feet a little apart.
'After the way you've behaved I do have a good mind to replace you,' Belinda warned. 'But for your information, the new girl is to work under you.'
'So, I'll be her boss?' Hayley said hopefully.
'Yes, but you'll have to be properly trained before you take charge of her. The last thing I want is you teaching her bad habits.'
'What bad habits—?'
'Please, don't interrupt me. I am going to begin your training by administering a severe spanking. It's high time you learnt your lesson once and for all.'
Biting her lip, her naked buttocks clenched in readiness for the spanking, Hayley was shocked to think that she wasn't dreading her punishment. Her brief time at Hadleigh Manor had transformed her, she reflected, her buttocks quivering beneath the sensual stroking of Belinda's fingertips. But what did the woman mean by training her?
With the first slap across the tensed flesh of her naked bottom resounding around the room, Hayley exhaled a rush of breath, the stinging sensation permeating the burning flesh of her buttocks, and she let out a yelp as her boss's hand again landed squarely across the glowing orbs of her bottom.
Jolting with each slap of her mistress's hand, her heart racing, Hayley was horrified to find herself wanting the woman's fingers to pleasure her. With her buttocks glowing as Belinda continued with the so-called training, Hayley desperately needed sexual satisfaction, but to want another woman to masturbate her? Fearful now of her uncharacteristic and extremely powerful emotions, she wondered what was wrong with her.
'You have a beautiful bottom,' Belinda breathed huskily, substantiating Hayley's belief that her boss was a lesbian, and making her again wonder about her own sexual tendencies as the gruelling spanking numbed her crimsoned buttocks.
Was this a game Belinda was playing? The lady of the house and the maid? The mistress and the slave? Again and again Belinda's hand met the quivering flesh of Hayley's naked bottom with loud slaps. She wasn't going to stop, Hayley thought, wishing the woman would just touch her aching clitoris.
'You've been meeting a young man in the woods, haven't you?' Belinda accused, halting the spanking.
'No, I haven't,' Hayley denied. 'I haven't met anyone.'
'The gardener saw you, young lady. Why you persist with your lies I really don't know. You met a young man in the woods, and I want to know who he is.'
'I don't know who he is,' Hayley whispered. 'I mean...'
'Do you want me to get my husband to deal with you?'
'Your husband?' Hayley echoed, ruefully wondering why Belinda should do that when she was dealing with her very well all by herself. 'No, please don't do that.'
'Or would you like me to fetch a leather belt?' Belinda suggested. 'Or perhaps you'd like me to get one of my bamboo canes?'
'I don't know who he is,' Hayley protested truthfully, shocked and filled with dread by the threat of being beaten by a leather belt or a bamboo cane. Was the woman sick in the head? 'I admit that I bumped into him i
n the woods, but I've never seen him before or since.'
Belinda rubbed her chin thoughtfully. 'The leather belt, I think,' she goaded.
'No, please, you've already spanked me, but don't use a belt as well,' Hayley begged. 'That would be too cruel.'
'So you don't mind me spanking you?' the woman provoked rhetorically. 'But it's supposed to be a form of punishment; it's not supposed to be a pleasurable event for you. Do you find it pleasurable, young lady?'
'No...' Hayley whispered, 'yes... I mean... oh, I don't know.'
'I wonder what else you'd find pleasurable?' Belinda murmured, running her fingertips up and down the tensed valley dividing Hayley's buttocks.
Her breathing fast and shallow, Hayley was becoming increasingly desperate for the relief of an orgasm. Her mind in turmoil as the battle of her spinning mind raged, she quivered as Belinda's fingers travelled down and hovered dangerously close to her labia. She could feel her juices seeping between her love lips, her clitoris stirring expectantly. With Belinda's fingers moving back up, slipping between the firm moons of her naked buttocks, Hayley knew she couldn't take much more of this. She needed to come.
'P-please, don't tease me like this,' Hayley finally begged, turning her head and staring at her mistress with questioning eyes, unable to suppress the plea any longer.
'Like what?' Belinda chuckled. 'Leaving you desperate for some sexual relief?' She parted the firm orbs of her buttocks and exposed the star of her anus. Hayley shuddered, her vaginal juices again soaking between the engorged wings of her sex lips as Belinda's finger dared to stroke the sensitive flesh of her anal ring. This was it, Hayley knew as Belinda breathed deeply, the violation of her body was imminent.