by Ray Gordon
Hayley gave herself a metaphorical telling off, guilt consuming her for harbouring such inexplicable thoughts. What on earth was wrong with her? What was wrong with her thinking? Her time at Hadleigh Manor had developed into a bizarre dream in more ways than one, but that was no excuse for fancying another girl. It was all very unreal, but that was no reason for her to become debauched like her female boss.
Things had not been right from the moment Hayley arrived at Hadleigh Manor, so the time had come to investigate the basement, she decided. Hearing Amy working in the kitchen as she crept along the hall, she reached the door down to the basement and carefully opened it, careful not to make any noise that might bring the new girl to investigate.
Creeping down the stone steps she opened another door at the bottom, fumbled for the light switch, and as the lights flickered on she gazed at a fairly humble hi-fi system on a table in the corner of the dingy room, and wondered where all the banks of studio equipment were that she was expecting to see. There was nothing apart from the hi-fi system - no instruments, no amplifiers or speakers or recording equipment. Moving uncertainly to another table standing in the centre of the room, she looked up at a shelf lined with what appeared to be gynaecological instruments, and there were ominous looking lengths of rope dangling from steel rings set in the corners of the central table. What on earth did Michael get up to down here in the basement?
Whatever it was, this was not a recording studio and she suddenly felt spooked, turned and dashed back up the steps to the hall, retaining the wherewithal to switch off the light and close the door at the foot of the steps.
The bizarre equipment and the table with rings and ropes attached to it could only be for one purpose, she knew as she closed the door at the top and turned to find herself staring at Amy.
'W-what are you doing here?' she asked the girl, realising she was breathing quite heavily but unsure whether it was because of her dash up the flight of steps or because of the shock of her discovery down below.
'I'm looking for you,' Amy replied simply, her dark eyes darting between Hayley and the basement door. 'Where have you been?' She nodded at the closed door. 'What's through there?'
'Um, nothing of any interest to you,' Hayley said hastily, leading the girl away and back into the kitchen. 'You're not to go down there, okay?'
'If you say so,' Amy concurred.
'I do say so,' Hayley said adamantly, her breathing calming as she tried to forget her discovery and get her thoughts and the girl's attention back on their duties. 'Now, have you finished in here?' she asked, glancing about to check on the girl's work.
'I've cleaned, yes,' Amy confirmed. 'Not that it needed much cleaning.'
Hayley ran her fingertips over the large kitchen table, inspected them, and was glad to see they were completely free of any dust or grease. 'Well done,' she said. 'I think you can go up to your room now and have a twenty minute break.' She wanted a little time alone to gather her thoughts. 'But come back down promptly when your break is over, okay?'
As the girl smiled a brief thank you and then disappeared upstairs, Hayley wondered if she was becoming a little like Belinda. She was beginning to think like her boss, and even to talk like her, putting on a frosty facade and being indifferent towards Amy, just like her boss was to her. The girl seemed pleasant enough and hardworking, so why was she being so cool towards her? Belinda clearly had an agenda in mind, spanking Hayley whenever she chose to, and under her influence Hayley had already changed significantly. Was that Belinda's idea, to corrupt and manipulate and change her?
Perching her buttocks on the edge of the kitchen table, Hayley returned her thoughts to the basement. Again wondering why there was no sign of any equipment that she would expect any respectable record producer to have, she thought it could hardly be called a studio. It was a gloomy room in the cellar of a large house with an unimpressive hi-fi system in one corner. Did Michael play CDs as loud as he could to fool Hayley into believing he was working down there with various rock artists? And why had she still not seen any visiting rock artists or bands?
But the big question was that if he was trying to deceive her, then why was he? The table with the rings and ropes was for tying people down, she thought fearfully. But who did he tie down there? And more to the point, who was he intending to tie down there?
The more Hayley thought about Hadleigh Manor, the deeper she slipped into a pool of confusion. It was pointless trying to make sense of Belinda or her husband, or to try to decipher their motives and intentions too much. They were probably just enthusiastic swingers or something, and it was best left at that, but climbing the stairs to Amy's room she knew it would be prudent and in her best interests to ally herself to them.
'I've just noticed you haven't made preparations for this evening's meal,' she accused as she entered Amy's room. 'That's part of your daily duties, and you've overlooked it. It's not good enough, Amy, and I've been categorically ordered to spank you if you don't perform your duties adequately or misbehave.'
'Don't you dare!' Amy challenged, looking shocked and bemused.
'You've let yourself down,' Hayley went on determinedly, 'and I've decided that you need to learn from the start, that you deserve a spanking, and that's what you'll get.'
Amy pouted sulkily. 'No I won't.'
'Bend over the back of the chair, please,' Hayley said with as much authority as she could muster, although being dominant didn't come too naturally to her.
'No, you can't make me,' Amy said defiantly.
'Your father wouldn't be at all pleased to discover that you've been slovenly in your work, now would he?'
'What's he got to do with anything?'
'Unless you bend over the back of the chair I'll get Mrs Philips to contact him,' Hayley warned. 'Do you want to go back home to live with him?'
'No, I don't want to,' the girl insisted. 'But I don't want to be spanked either.'
'Well it's to be one or the other,' Hayley stated uncompromisingly. 'You'll accept your spanking or you'll be sacked and go home in disgrace to your drunken father.'
Biting her lip as Amy took her position over the chair, Hayley shocked herself by gazing longingly at the white panties faithfully clinging to the rounded cheeks of the girl's firm buttocks. She felt sorry for her, and yet she couldn't help herself as she dared to run her fingertips over the smooth, soft, taut material. For some reason she really wanted to spank her, so leaving the panties in place she raised her hand and swept it down with a loud slap across the trembling girl's bottom.
Amy cried out as the shock and smart permeated her tensed buttocks. With her body squirming as Hayley pinned her down with her free hand and administered a second gruelling slap, she was no match for Hayley's strength, whose hand stinging as she again spanked the girl's taut buttocks, let out a wicked chuckle and smiled. Although she knew that this was probably very wrong, she was really enjoying administering a spanking to an innocent girl.
It was if she was finding revenge for the way Belinda had treated her, for the punishments she'd been forced to endure. The tables always turn, she thought, recalling her father's words. But would they turn again? Would Belinda again make Hayley bend over to spank her naked bottom? Belinda punished Hayley, and Hayley punished Amy. It seemed that was how it was to be from now on.
'Please,' Amy sobbed, struggling to stand upright.
'Please what?' Hayley snapped. 'Please, Hayley, I promise not to be slovenly in my work ever again?'
'Yes, yes,' the girl whimpered breathlessly, 'anything you say.'
'In that case you may stand up,' Hayley said, halting the chastisement.
'You're mad,' Amy breathed, ruefully rubbing her stinging buttocks as she raised herself upright.
'I'm merely doing my job,' Hayley stated. 'You misbehave or fail to meet the required standards here and I'll punish you. Now let that be a lesson to you, my girl.'
She was a rare beauty, Hayley mused, subconsciously licking her lips as she gazed with shocki
ng longing at Amy. She knew that she could no longer fight or try to deny her confusing attraction to the girl. The pleasure she'd derived from dominating her and spanking the firm orbs of her buttocks was inexplicable but delicious, and she knew she could no longer fight her powerful inner desires. Leaving the small room before she did something shameful she might regret, she went to her own room and gazed with mixed emotions out of the window.
Hadleigh Manor really was a very, very strange place. No, that wasn't quite right; the owners of Hadleigh Manor were very strange people - that was more like it. But there again, the old brooding building did seem to harbour something a little strange. A ghostly presence perhaps, she thought, once again with that creepy feeling that eyes were watching her. Apart from Belinda she was sure that something was goading her, coaxing her to explore hidden and never before even contemplated lesbian desires. Never before had she looked at another female with sex on her mind. Was there something lurking in the fabric and the memories of the Victorian building?
Visibly shivering and trying to shrug away such silly thoughts, Hayley reflected that at least Amy was now fully aware of the pecking order according to Belinda's regime, and she hoped her boss would be pleased that she'd already asserted herself upon the new girl.
Chapter 8
Sitting on the edge of the bath, Hayley lifted the hem of her short skirt up around her hips and parted her legs. Massaging soap over her sex mound, she picked up the razor and hesitated, feeling as confused as ever. Was this the right thing to do? Why was she doing it? Belinda shaved, but was that what Hayley wanted, and if so, why? Was she, she wondered with a racing pulse, subconsciously desperate to try to please her female boss?
Just what was, she wondered as she gazed at the milk-white skin left in the wake of the sharp razor, egging her on to perform such uncharacteristic acts? Why was she changing like this? What was happening to her? Belinda was an imposing woman who had become a powerful influence in Hayley's life. Picturing herself naked and bound to the table in the basement, she imagined Belinda and then Michael molesting her intimately. Did he, or they, take other women down there? Did they take women down there and tie them to the table for him to enjoy and for Belinda to indulge her lesbian fantasies?
Working the razor over her fleshy vagina lips, Hayley thought it ludicrous that she was still a virgin. In her early twenties she should at least have had one boyfriend by now. That was the problem, she reflected: her unacceptable interest in Amy had been fired by her desire to experiment sexually. At this moment in time there were no young men in her life whatsoever - but there was Amy.
Finishing the delicate task of shaving, Hayley wiped away the residue of soap with a flannel and gazed at the hairless lips of her sex, now having second thoughts and belatedly wishing she'd not been so impulsive by removing her blonde curls after all. Sighing, she lowered her skirt and returned to her bedroom and stared at the reflection of her naked pussy in the dressing table mirror. Again wishing that she'd not shaved, she couldn't resist running her fingertips over the smooth swell of her naked labia, her stomach somersaulting pleasantly at the touch.
'Ooh no, I mustn't,' she breathed, moving listlessly to the bed and lying back with her thighs parted. Slipping a finger between the sensitive lips of her hairless sex, she sank it deep into her yearning pussy and let out a gasp of breath. Lifting her head from the pillow she gazed dreamily at the soft lips hugging her digit, the pink bud of her ripe clitoris exposed. Massaging the sensitive tip with her free hand she felt her insides contract and churn deliciously. She began gasping in the beginnings or an orgasm as her vaginal muscles tightened and gripped the second and third fingers that now joined the first. Having shaved her own pubic hair her arousal was running high, and whether it was the house or Belinda's influence, she desperately needed the relief of an orgasm.
'Yessss...' she cried as her pleasure exploded from the pulsating nodule of her clitoris. She massaged her sex bud faster, sustaining her mind-blowing climax with her vibrating fingers. Again and again waves of pure sexual ecstasy crashed through her trembling form as she gasped and writhed on the bed, imagining an erect penis fucking her cunt instead of her fingers...
Hearing Belinda calling from downstairs Hayley jumped from the bed and straightened her clothing. This was all she needed, her body quivering slightly as her pleasure receded, and as she heard Belinda climbing the stairs she brushed her blonde hair away from her sex-flushed face and prepared to meet the woman.
'Ah, there you are,' Belinda said, barging into the bedroom. 'What's the matter, are you hot or something?'
'Erm, yes ma'am,' Hayley replied breathlessly, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. 'It's very warm today.'
'I want you to keep an eye on the new girl,' Belinda said, showing little interest in what Hayley had to say.
'Keep an eye on her, ma'am?' Hayley questioned.
'I think she's been down to the basement.'
'No,' Hayley blurted, suddenly fearful that her little expedition below the house was about to be discovered, and not wanting Belinda to interrogate Amy for fear that the truth would then naturally come out, 'she's not been anywhere near the basement, ma'am. I can assure you of that.'
'Don't start lying for her, Hayley,' Belinda warned, clearly not easily thrown off the scent. 'Don't you start covering for her.'
Hayley found it difficult to look at the woman without betraying her guilt, that it was her who'd gone snooping down in the basement, so she averted her eyes and turned to straighten the bedding that was a little untidy after her recent embarrassing activities. But she forgot how short her skirt was, and as she bent a little to smooth out the quilt Belinda's eyes widened with a cocktail of surprise and delight.
'You're not wearing any panties...' she observed huskily. 'And... what have you done?' she asked rhetorically, staring at Hayley's smooth bottom, and the naked sex lips peeping out from between her thighs. 'You've shaved yourself!'
'Oh, um... yes, ma'am,' Hayley said, straightening up and blushing, realising too late what she'd been displaying to her boss.
'But you didn't ask my permission,' Belinda said harshly.
'Didn't ask your permission?' Hayley echoed. 'No, well, I - I thought you'd be pleased with me. I thought it's what you'd like me to do.'
'Pleased with you? How dare you do such a thing without asking me first? Bend over this instant and hold your ankles.'
Hayley couldn't believe that her boss was angry with her. She thought she'd be pleased, not annoyed. Belinda shaved herself, so why should she be so upset that Hayley and done the same. And why should she have to seek permission before doing such a personal thing to herself? Belinda was her boss, but beyond that she had no jurisdiction over her. So now she needed permission to shave between her own legs? Belinda had a nerve, she thought, but still she obediently bent from the waist and took up the vulnerable pose demanded of her. It seemed there was no pleasing the woman; no matter what Hayley did it was wrong.
'What I do with my body is my business,' she protested weakly, gazing ruefully at her slightly parted knees.
'No, what you do in my time is my business,' Belinda countered.
'But it wasn't in your time,' Hayley argued, despite her exposed position, gripping her ankles to brace herself against the inevitable spanking that was to follow. 'I was taking my break, so it was in my time.'
'I'm not going to argue with you, Hayley,' the woman said dismissively. 'And when I've dealt with you I want you to punish the new girl, do you understand me?'
'Why do you want me to do that?' Hayley asked, deciding it would be prudent to keep to herself the fact that she'd already taken it upon herself to discipline Amy. If doing such a personal thing as shaving without permission was an offence in this house of many contradictions, then spanking another of the staff would undoubtedly be a definite no no. 'Why would you want me to spank Amy? What's she done to deserve that?'
'She's been poking around in the studio,' Belinda asserted. 'You're now
going to be punished for shaving without gaining my permission first, and you'll punish her for being nosey and snooping around in areas of the house that are out of bounds to you and her. Now then, you're going to get what you deserve...'
In her ignominious inverted position, Hayley realised that deep down she was quite looking forward to receiving another thorough spanking. Is that why she'd taken it upon herself to shave, subconsciously hoping that Belinda would discover what she'd done and punish her? Is that why she'd bent to straighten her bedding, secretly knowing that the hem of her short skirt would lift a little and her boss would have a clear view of her bottom and her naked sex? She could feel her juices of tense excitement beginning to gather as she waited in anticipation. Was that the result of her earlier orgasm, or the excitement of the prospect of being spanked? Subconsciously parting her feet a little wider in readiness for the beating to come, she could feel the lips of her pussy were treacherously moist. Would Belinda at last fully assert herself and touch her there with more intent?
Belinda was certainly a mysterious woman, but was she a dangerous woman? Hayley didn't know what lengths she'd go to to get her own way. And what of Michael? He'd been keeping a low profile, she realised. The promises of meeting and perhaps getting a position with Dave Ruby had faded, if not disappeared altogether. She'd never yet seen a rock star or musician at the house, and there appeared to be no studio down in the basement. What were Michael and Belinda up to? What were they planning?
'Let this be a lesson to you, my girl,' Belinda warned sternly, bringing her hand down across the firm flesh of Hayley's tensed buttocks. Hayley rocked forward a little beneath the painful impact, and confusing thoughts tumbled around her upturned head as her hair swept the carpet. She was going to have to obey her boss and punish Amy again. She couldn't defy her boss, but Amy hadn't been down to the basement and to punish her for something she hadn't done would be unjust. What made Belinda believe she had gone down there? Perhaps the girl had told Belinda that she'd seen Hayley coming up from the basement, but if that was the case then why had Belinda accused Amy? It was all very weird.