by Ray Gordon
'The girl will be here at eight o'clock in the morning,' Belinda suddenly announced. 'Her name is Amy. And you, Hayley, will be responsible for training her.'
'Training her, ma'am?' Hayley echoed, her throat dry, her voice weak.
'I realise that you haven't been here very long yourself, but you've been here long enough to teach Amy a few things. Her dress code, for example. She'll not wear a bra and she'll—'
'But I can't force her, ma'am,' Hayley cut in. 'If she doesn't want to adhere to your dress codes what can I—?'
'You can and you will, Hayley,' the woman snapped. 'Do you understand me?'
Hayley knew she had little option but to do as Belinda said. 'Yes, ma'am.'
'You'll not only be responsible for her training, but her behaviour too. If she misbehaves or disobeys the rules of the house you will be punished. It will then be down to you to punish her in turn. You will take charge of Amy, and you will take the blame and the responsibility for her wrongdoings.'
More confused than ever, Hayley couldn't determine what it was that Belinda wanted or was up to, and then she shuddered as she felt the woman bend down slightly and plant a kiss on the burning cheeks of her bottom.
'You'd better get yourself to bed now,' Belinda said. 'You have a busy day ahead of you.'
'Y-yes, ma'am,' Hayley replied, smoothing her skirt down and moving shakily to the door.
Back in her room she eyed the glowing cheeks of her stinging bottom in the dressing table mirror and let out a sigh. She'd endure a number of spankings whilst at Hadleigh Manor, and now, judging by Belinda's words, she was to actually administer spankings to the new girl, Amy, then pulling the quilt back she gasped as she saw the candle lying there.
Picking it up she knew Belinda had put it there. Running an inquisitive fingertip up and down the waxy shaft, she wondered about using it as she slipped into bed. The hairbrush handle had given her amazing sensations, but the candle was longer and thicker.
Allowing her fingers to glide over the gentle rise of her mons and settle against the wetness of her vulva, she let out a gasp. Her arousal was running high, frighteningly high. Never had she felt like this, she reflected, toying with the pink lips of her sex. Never had she felt so sexually alive, so acutely aware of her body. Were such reactions caused by the spankings?
Massaging the nub of her sensitive clitoris, clutching the candle in her free hand, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Belinda would know what she was doing, she mused in her dreamlike state. She'd know that she was caressing her clitoris, but the temptation was too great and she slipped the rounded end of the candle between the wet petals of her inner lips, and with the wax rod opening her vaginal entrance, slipping past her tightening muscles, she began to tremble uncontrollably.
'Yesss...' she breathed, her naked body rigid as the shaft glided deep into her clutching vagina. With the fleshy swell or her love lips stretched apart by the girth of the smooth shaft, her clitoris fully exposed, Hayley began to piston her vagina slowly. The candle entering her, the walls of her sex gripping the wax shaft, she slipped the phallus out of her pussy and again drove it fully home. She could feel the rounded end pressing deep each time the candle impaled her, her soft sex lips closing each time the shaft left her vaginal sheath.
Increasing her rhythm, the sound of her squelching juices filling her ears, she massaged the swollen bulb of her clitoris faster. With her pleasure building, her womb contracting as that pleasure built, she squirmed and writhed on her bed in her self-induced ecstasy.
Arching her back as she teetered on the edge of her orgasm, she imagined an erect penis penetrating her, the purple crown filling her, the heavy balls swinging against her buttocks. The candle was amazing, but surely no substitute for the real thing, and she finally cried out as the orgasm exploded from her core.
'Oh, yesss...' she gasped, her naked body convulsing violently in the grip of her peaking climax. With her juices flowing, her hips rising and falling, never had she realised that such pleasure was available to her.
With her arms limp by her sides and her vagina lovingly hugging the candle, she shuddered in the aftermath of her orgasm, her naked body quivering as she drifted into a deep sleep.
Chapter 7
Filling the coffee filter machine and switching it on, Hayley opened the backdoor and stepped out into the yard. The early morning sun was already warm; it was going to be another beautiful day. But what would it bring? Another spanking? More masturbating? Hayley had woken to find the candle lying between her legs and blushed with shame at the memory of what she'd done, and the fact that Belinda would have a very good idea of what she'd done, too.
'Hello,' a girl said, wandering through the archway into the yard and dumping a suitcase on the ground.
'You must be Amy,' Hayley said, looking the pretty girl up and down and immediately deciding she probably liked her.
'Yes, that's right,' the girl beamed, 'and you're Hayley?'
'That's me. Welcome to Hadleigh Manor. Bring your case into the kitchen and sit down, and I'll get you some coffee.'
Amy was very pretty, Hayley mused, leading her into the kitchen. With her long dark hair framing an angelic face and her T-shirt clinging to her shapely breasts, she was an extremely attractive girl. But she looked far too innocent to be at a place like Hadleigh Manor, Hayley thought, wondering how old she was as she poured the coffee. But at least the girl was answerable to her, and to some extent she might be able to shield her from the questionable goings on within the walls of the house.
'You're from the village?' Hayley asked her, placing a cup of coffee on the table.
'Yes,' she replied.
'So how did Mrs Philips get in touch with you?' Hayley pressed, curious to know how the job had been filled so quickly. 'I mean, how did she find you?'
'She's known my family for some time,' the girl disclosed. 'Not great friends, you understand, but my dad runs the post office and she's known for a while that I've been looking for a job. So yesterday she popped in and asked whether I wanted to work at the big house. She told me that I'd have my own room and earn fairly good money. What's my room like?'
'I'll show you when we've finished your coffee,' Hayley offered. 'And I must say, it'll be nice to have someone nearer my own age to talk to.'
'Will I have to wear a skirt and blouse like yours?' the girl asked, eyeing Hayley's stockinged thighs.
'Yes, you will,' Hayley replied.
'The skirt's a bit short, isn't it?'
'Belinda - Mrs Philips - has certain tastes in what you should and should not wear,' Hayley explained as tactfully as she could. 'I suppose you could call this a uniform.'
'You're not wearing a bra,' the girl observed candidly.
'No, well...' Hayley blushed at the frankness of someone she'd only just met, and who was supposed to be her underling. 'The clothes you're to wear are in your room, and I'm to be responsible for you. If you do exactly what I say you'll be all right.'
Sipping her coffee, Hayley knew that Amy would be far from all right even if she did do exactly what she said. She appeared to be far too naïve and vulnerable to be anywhere near the likes of Belinda Philips. Hayley knew she was going to have to look after the girl, to keep her out of trouble. If she stepped out of line or made a mistake Belinda would surely spank her. The woman needed no excuse or reason to administer a gruelling punishment. But it was Hayley's job to discipline Amy, and there was no way she was going to spank the girl's bottom. Telling her off was one thing, but to pull her panties down and spank her naked bottom was another completely.
Picking up Amy's suitcase and showing her up to her room, Hayley closed the door and pointed to the clothes Belinda had placed on the bed. Amy frowned, obviously wondering why she was to wear stockings and a suspender belt. This wasn't going to be easy, Hayley thought, but easy or not Amy was going to have to dress according to Belinda's instructions or there'd be real trouble, so ordering the girl to take her jeans and T-shirt off, Hayley picked
the white blouse up from the bed.
'This should fit nicely,' she said, holding the garment up.
'But I've brought my own clothes,' Amy said, obediently tugging her T-shirt over her head. 'I have blouses and some skirts and all sorts.'
'Yes, but...' Hayley began, unable to avoid eyeing the girl's bra, distracted from what she was saying by the vision of the lacy white cups snugly encasing her perfect breasts '...um, Mrs Philips supplies our clothes. 'T-take your bra off and try the blouse for size.'
'Take my bra off?' Amy gasped, her dark eyes challenging Hayley.
'Yes, it's compulsory not to wear a bra,' Hayley sighed, sitting on the edge of the girl's bed. 'You really must learn to do what you're told around here, for your own sake. Mrs Philips has some very funny ways but it's best to go along with her, believe me. But don't worry, I'll do what I can to look after you.'
Amy looked puzzled. 'Why do I need looking after? She said I was to be her maid, so what on earth could happen that should mean I'll need looking after by you?'
'Amy, just do as I say and everything will be fine,' Hayley assured her. 'Take your bra off and try the blouse on.'
Pouting reluctantly, and clearly confused already, Amy reached behind her back, unhooked her bra and allowed the cups to fall away from her firm breasts. She had smooth, unblemished skin. She was lovely, Hayley had to secretly admit, wondering why she was even thinking such a thing, and she felt her hands trembling as she eyed the girl's beautiful body. Shocked by such a reaction, finding herself gazing longingly at the lovely newcomer, a powerful and undeniable desire to touch overwhelmed her. Struggling to banish such shameful and uncharacteristic thoughts from her mind, she ordered Amy to slip out of her jeans.
'What's it like working here?' the girl asked, undoing the brass button at her trim waist and tugging the hugging denim down, any previous hint of rebellion apparently gone.
'It's okay,' Hayley replied absently, focusing on the triangular patch of the girl's white panties, faithfully following the contours of her sex lips.
'It's a huge house,' Amy said, almost in awe. 'I've never seen such a huge place.' She picked up the suspender belt from the bed. 'And it's a bit of a weird uniform; no bra and such a short skirt.'
'Weird or not, it's what Mrs Philips wants us to wear, so we must wear it,' Hayley said firmly. 'There are no ifs or buts, Amy. We work for Mr and Mrs Philips, we live in their house, and we do as we're told. Mrs Philips wants us to dress in a certain way, so that's what we do, even if we don't understand the reasons.' Hearing her own words, feeling her stomach churn pleasurably as she gazed at the delicious girl, she again wondered about her own incredible transformation in such a short space of time.
When she'd arrived at Hadleigh Manor she'd been naïve with no sexual experience whatsoever, and now she was gazing longingly at the beautiful body of another girl. Her thinking was very wrong, she knew as Amy turned to check her clothes in the dressing table mirror and she eyed her lovely bottom hugged by tiny white panties. She wondered if she'd have cause - or the nerve - to spank those pert globes, her stomach again somersaulting.
'This is silly,' Amy complained, gazing at the reflection of her white panties peeping from beneath the hem of her short skirt. 'I can't walk around the house trying to do my work dressed like this.'
'You'll have to,' Hayley said sternly. 'You do want the job, don't you?' she asked, realising that she sounded just like Belinda.
'Yes, I do, it's just that...'
'Look, Amy, you could do well here,' Hayley said, barely believing what was coming out of her mouth. 'Just do as you're told at all times and things will be fine.'
Hardly able to look at the lovely girl without blushing and giving her true thoughts away, Hayley ordered her to put her blouse on and meet her in the kitchen when she was ready.
This was getting ridiculous, she thought as she made her way downstairs and out into the small back yard, hoping some fresh air would calm her traitorous reactions to the presence of the girl.
'Where's the new girl?' Belinda asked, making Hayley jump as she wandered out of the kitchen some moments later.
'She's changing, ma'am,' Hayley replied, spinning round at the sound of her boss's voice.
'Into the correct attire, I take it?'
'Yes, ma'am.'
'That's good. She's very pretty, don't you agree?'
Hayley did agree, which shocked her somewhat. 'Yes, very.'
'I knew you're rather like me and you'd find her appealing, just like I do,' the woman said, her lips curling slightly in a sly but undeniably attractive smile.
Hayley wasn't sure what she should do or say to such a comment. 'Well, I...'
'Her smooth skin and dark hair...' the women went on, savouring the fragrance of a climbing rose. 'I do believe there's a little Mediterranean in her. She'll be good company for you.'
'Yes, I hope so,' Hayley agreed again.
'Have you seen my husband yet this morning?' Belinda asked, suddenly changing the subject.
'No ma'am, I haven't,' Hayley told her.
'He must be in the studio already,' the domineering woman decided. 'We're going in to town for a couple of hours, so I'll see you later.'
Alone again, Hayley gazed out over the vast gardens and wondered where the gardener was. He never seemed to be working, despite the gardens always looking immaculate. And who was the young man she'd met in the woods?
Wandering back into the kitchen Hayley found Amy just entering from the hall, and handing her a duster and polish she instructed her to go and clean the dining room. Out of sight, out of mind, out of temptation's way, she mused ruefully as Amy obeyed and left her alone to her turbulent thoughts.
To take her mind off the gorgeous girl she began making a list of victuals she needed, not that she'd used very much because she'd not done much in the way of cooking, or any other duties, come to that. Belinda and Michael either went out to eat or didn't seem to bother at all. There was no real routine at Hadleigh Manor, which she found odd and surprising. As part of her job description she'd thought she would be cooking for her two bosses most evenings and even occasionally for some dinner guests.
Quickly finishing her list - because there wasn't much on it - she looked up as Michael wandered in. He seemed pleased with himself, and Hayley surmised he'd already met Amy.
'Would you like some coffee?' she asked him.
'Not for me,' he replied, furtively eyeing her legs, making her blush a little. 'How's the new girl settling in?'
'She's fine,' Hayley reported, surprising herself by suddenly feeling somewhat protective towards the girl. 'She's working in the dining room.'
'Good, good,' he mused pensively. 'Oh, by the way, the wife and I are going into town for a while,' he told her.
'I know, Mrs Philips already told me,' Hayley said, watching him turn and leave her alone again.
'I've polished the furniture,' Amy said when Hayley went to the dining room to check on how she was getting on. 'What's next for me to do?'
'I think a little talk is next on the agenda,' Hayley replied.
'A little talk?' the girl queried.
'You said that Mrs Philips offered you this job here at Hadleigh Manor,' Hayley qualified.
'Yes, that's right,' Amy confirmed.
'And you lived in the local village?'
'At the post office with my dad, yes.' Amy looked puzzled by the unexpected inquisition.
'You must have accepted the job really quickly, without knowing too much about it,' Hayley pressed.
The girl frowned a little, pondering the question and clearly wondering why she was being quizzed so. 'Yes, why not?' she said reasonably. 'I've been looking for a job since I left college, so when Mrs Philips offered me this one I went for it without hesitating. Why wouldn't I? The money's quite good, and I live in so my day-to-day expenses are minimal. Well, you know that because you're no doubt on a similar package.' Amy looked at Hayley suspiciously. 'What's wrong, Hayley?' she asked. 'Why all these
questions?'
'You tell me what's wrong, Amy,' Hayley returned.
The new girl looked confused. 'I don't know what you mean.'
'It just seems a little odd to me that Mrs Philips took you on so easily,' Hayley said, voicing her thoughts. 'I had to attend an interview and I'm on a probation period for two months. When did you last see Mrs Stevenson?'
'She's in America, so I haven't seen her for some time.'
'America? You know her then?'
'No I don't really know her, not to talk to, but I've seen her around, of course.'
'Come on, Amy, tell me what's going on here,' Hayley urged.
'Nothing's going on,' Amy said, looking increasingly puzzled by what Hayley was getting at.
'Isn't it?'
'Of course not, no,' she insisted. 'I don't know what you're talking about. Really I don't.'
Hayley wondered what Amy was thinking as the girl hung her head, and then she raised her eyes and looked sadly at the older girl.
'Please don't make life difficult for me here, Hayley,' she implored meekly. 'I just want to stay here and work hard. I don't want to have to return home. It's my dad... he's always in the pub. Mum had enough and walked out last year. He's always coming home drunk, and... I just can't live there any more... I don't think he knows what he's doing when he drinks.'
Feeling increasingly sorry for the girl, Hayley thought that she'd jumped out of the frying pan into the fire. She'd obviously been desperate to escape her father and had ended up at Hadleigh Manor. 'Why didn't you tell someone about him?' she asked.
'He didn't know what he was doing,' she sighed, hanging her head. 'He always drinks so much he can never remember anything the next day. There was no point in telling anyone about his behaviour.'
Hayley was confused about her feelings as she looked at Amy. She was lovely, and Hayley hated the way she was attracted to her, the way her insides somersaulted deliciously when she eyed her shapely figure and gorgeous face...