Instilling Obedience & Maid to Serve

by Ray Gordon

  Belinda's palm repeatedly swept against the stinging orbs of Hayley's reddening bottom. With tears beginning to squeeze from her tightly closed eyes, Hayley bit her lower lip and tried to ignore the pain and the sound of flesh smacking flesh.

  'Disobedient little slut,' Belinda hissed through gritted teeth, administering the hardest slap yet. 'How dare you shave without even consulting me first?'

  With her buttocks burning a fiery red Hayley inhaled a deep, shuddering breath as she felt her sensitive clitoris tingle pleasantly. No one had ever touched her there, she reflected as the gruelling spanking of her naked buttocks continued. To feel fingers massaging her there, masturbating her clitoris to a delicious orgasm would be heavenly. Did she really want Belinda to masturbate her?

  Holding her breath and quivering as the spanking stopped, and then feeling the woman's fingers running up the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, she tensed and held herself as obediently still as she could. With her traitorous vaginal juices seeping from between the petals of her sex lips, and her heart racing, she prayed for the intimate attention of her mistress. She knew this was wrong, but the sensations of Belinda's fingertips meandering teasingly up her tensed thighs, moving closer to the pout of her sex, was exquisite, and rightly or wrongly she desperately needed the relief of an orgasm.

  Hayley felt her clitoris pulse in expectation as the woman's fingers brushed the swell of her labia. Why did she pause now? So close, and yet...

  Should Hayley beg her to go further? Should she beg Belinda to masturbate her? Should she beg her mistress to give her an orgasm? To feel the woman's fingers entering the tight channel of her vagina and massaging her inner flesh would be blissful. Again realising that her thinking was very wrong, she couldn't understand why she'd changed like she had.

  'Now,' Belinda suddenly said, her fingers leaving Hayley in desperate, frustrating limbo as they moved away, 'you may go and administer Amy's punishment. And make sure you give her a damned good spanking, young lady. You will spank her until she cries for you to stop.'

  'Yes, ma'am,' Hayley breathed, wondering how the woman would react if she discovered that she'd already spanked Amy once.

  Standing stiffly upright as Belinda stood aside, Hayley left the bedroom and walked a little tentatively along the landing. With her buttocks stinging she tried to deny the fact that she'd enjoyed the merciless spanking. Hovering outside Amy's bedroom door she checked to make sure the woman wasn't watching her from the open doorway of her room, and furtively slipped her fingers beneath her skirt and between the smooth lips of her pussy, confirming what she already knew; that she was very aroused and very wet.

  Opening the door she knew that Amy hadn't been down to the basement, but she had to punish the girl nonetheless. Closing the door behind her she gazed at Amy. She was resting on her bed, the tight white 'V' of her panties just visible between her thighs, beneath the hem of her very short skirt. Having already spanked the girl's cotton-covered buttocks once, Hayley reckoned that this time she'd spank her bare flesh.

  As she ordered the girl to stand up she again wondered why she had so suddenly been employed at Hadleigh Manor. Belinda was no doubt expecting to hear the plaintive sobs of a girl being punished, so that's exactly what Hayley was going to provide for her; she'd spank the truth of Amy's appointment out of her.

  'Bend over the back of the chair,' she ordered the girl as domineeringly as she could.

  'What?' the girl gasped. 'What on earth for? You're not going to spank me again. I won't let you.'

  'You heard me, Amy,' Hayley insisted, 'bend over the back of the chair.'

  Amy shook her head, more in disbelief than defiance. 'No, no... if you think you're going to spank me again...'

  'I don't think I'm going to spank you again, I know I'm going to spank you again,' Hayley said, her confidence for some reason increasing. 'Mrs Philips has instructed me to spank you by way of a punishment.'

  'Mrs Philips has instructed you to spank me?' the girl said incredulously. 'As a punishment for what?'

  'You told Mrs Philips that I went down to the basement,' Hayley accused the girl.

  'No, I haven't even seen her let alone spoken to her,' the girl denied. 'So how could I have told her such a thing?'

  'Yes, well...' Hayley stammered, her confidence faltering a little as Amy challenged her. 'I'm still to punish you for... for... oh, just bend over the chair, Amy. Do as you're told for once. And if you don't, well then...'

  'All right,' the girl finally conceded. 'Although I don't know what I'm supposed to have done wrong. I certainly haven't told any tales of any kind to Mrs Philips. If she says I have then it's a lie.'

  Eyeing the girl's naked buttocks as she leaned over the back of the chair, Hayley took a deep breath and suppressed the pang of guilt she felt for fabricating a charge she knew the girl wasn't guilty of. Amy was so compliant and so gorgeous, and using one hand to fold back the short skirt, and running the fingertips of her other hand over the smooth white cotton of the panties stretched over her bottom, Hayley again realised how much like Belinda she was becoming. The way she manipulated and threatened Amy, her thinking, her shameful desires for the lovely girl - and the longing to spank her delicious bottom. It was all wrong, but it was all too much to resist.

  Raising her hand, she swept it down across Amy's clenched buttocks with a loud slap. The girl jumped and let out a yelp, her body quivering uncontrollably as Hayley raised her hand and then again brought it down across the youthful firmness of her bottom. Eyeing the fleshy outline of the girl's pouting vaginal lips through the white cotton, peeping from below her rounded buttocks, Hayley found the temptation to touch her there overwhelming.

  'Let that be a lesson to you,' she said a little breathlessly, finally halting the spanking after six curt slaps, the last two of which induced the pitiful cries for a cessation that Belinda had demanded.

  'But I haven't done anything wrong,' Amy sobbed, wiping her tearful eyes as she stood upright. 'Really I haven't. That was so unfair.'

  'Bend over!' Hayley snapped. 'Did I tell you to stand up?'

  'No you didn't,' she sobbed, again leaning over the back of the chair. 'Why are you doing this to me?'

  'Because,' Hayley began, unsure what to say, 'because you're in my charge and I demand from you total obedience and respect. You've been snooping in areas of the house that are off limits to us.'

  'I haven't been snooping or anywhere that's off limits,' the girl whimpered, reaching back and gingerly rubbing the stinging globes of her buttocks. 'Really I haven't. If anyone's been somewhere they shouldn't it's—'

  'Lies will get you nowhere, Amy,' Hayley cut in, worried that Belinda might still be listening. 'If you start lying to me you'll definitely find yourself in real trouble. This spanking is nothing compared to what I will do.' Hayley had no idea what that 'real trouble' might be, but she hoped it sounded convincing.

  'I'm not lying,' the bent girl sulked. 'May I stand up now?'

  'No you may not. You'll stay there until I tell you to move.'

  Gazing at the girl's glowing buttocks, a blotchy pinkness beginning to spread from beneath her tight white panties to the tops of her creamy thighs, Hayley felt a terrific sense of power. She was in charge, disciplining the girl, controlling her. The urge to cup and caress that gorgeous bottom, to hold Amy tight and comfort her after the pain of the spanking was extremely strong. Hayley really wanted to cuddle the girl, to kiss her...

  'Yes,' she whispered at length, 'you may stand up now.'

  That evening Hayley turned from her bedroom window high up in Hadleigh Manor, from where she'd been watching the distant figure of the gardener talking to the young man she'd met in the woods, and went downstairs to check how Amy was getting on with clearing away the dinner dishes.

  The girl wasn't in the kitchen, although her work did seem to have been completed satisfactorily, and she wasn't in the dining room or the study either, and Hayley was just wondering where she'd got to when she noticed the basement
door was slightly ajar. Hearing muffled sounds from below, she moved to it and carefully crept down the gloomy steps, desperately wishing she wasn't such a slave to her curiosity.

  Surprised to hear Amy's voice drifting up from the basement, she reached the bottom and peered through a slight crack in the door. Amy was with Michael, shaking her head sulkily as he asked her something. They were whispering, and apart from the odd word Hayley couldn't make out what it was they were talking about. Did Belinda know the girl was in the so-called studio with her husband? Hayley doubted it very much. Then there was a sudden flurry of activity, and covering her mouth to prevent any noises giving her away, she watched, unable to believe what she was seeing, as Michael forced the girl to lean over the table.

  'I've been looking forward to this,' Michael grunted, his voice more audible as he shocked the watching girl by unzipping his trousers and hauling out his erect penis. 'It's about time you enjoyed a good length of cock.'

  'No, we mustn't,' Amy breathed, clinging to the edges of the table as he nudged the bloated, purple helmet of his erection between the glistening lips of her pussy.

  'On the contrary, of course we must,' he sniggered, holding her hips and driving the entire length of his large organ deep into her vagina with one shunt of his hips. 'You know fucking well that you want it,' he gasped through clenched teeth.

  Hayley was in shock, unable to believe what she was witnessing, unsure how she should react, but instinctively she turned and quietly retraced her steps out of the basement as though in a bizarre dream, her hands trembling, her heart pounding. By the time she reached the hall again she was silently admonishing herself for not helping the girl. She should go back down and stop that lecherous pig from taking advantage of her. To leave her in his hands was cowardly. But what was the girl doing in the basement in the first place? Had Michael lured her down there, or had he caught her really snooping around where she shouldn't? That would be ironic, after all those false and unjust allegations she herself had made earlier in the day.

  Then the nagging doubt about Amy returned, confusing her spinning thoughts even more. She wondered if Amy was playing the role of an innocent girl, if she'd known Michael and Belinda better than she'd suggested before taking up her job and moving into the house. Hayley went up to her room and closed the door.

  The time had definitely come to leave Hadleigh Manor, she decided. Whatever Belinda and her husband were up to she wasn't going to hang around to find out. She'd thought that Amy was in her charge, that she was to look after and train the girl. She'd thought that would help her get a reference so she could go and work for Dave Ruby. But she'd thought wrong, of that she was now certain. Amy was a fraud, Michael was a middle-aged lecher, and Belinda was a spiteful lesbian.

  Chapter 9

  The sun was setting behind the trees and Hayley was ready to leave. She'd heard nothing from Belinda for a few hours, and assumed the lazy woman was having another sleep. Amy hadn't emerged from the basement, and she supposed Michael was still satisfying his lecherous lusts on her.

  She inched her bedroom door open and listened to the deafening silence of the old house, peering up and down the landing. It seemed the coast was clear.

  Creeping down the stairs she made her way across the hall into the kitchen and tried the backdoor. It was locked. Not a very good start, she thought despondently, suddenly recalling Michael's erect penis thrusting deep into Amy's pussy. She shuddered; if she hung around it might only be a matter of time before she, too, was dragged down to the basement and seduced by him.

  'What are you doing?' Amy asked, appearing from the hall.

  'I... I want to go for a walk around the grounds,' Hayley replied hastily, the sudden appearance of the girl making her jump and her heart pound in her chest.

  'But it's getting dark,' Amy pointed out.

  'Did you enjoy yourself down in the basement?' Hayley asked, trying to deflect the girl's attention away from the fact that she was trying to leave the house.

  'How do you know about that?' Amy asked.

  'Because I saw you,' Hayley admitted.

  'He - he made me go down there, and then he seduced me,' she sobbed, wiping tears from her eyes.

  'He made you go down to the basement?' Hayley said, finding that harder to believe the more she thought about it. Was the girl lying? Was this all an act, part of a strange game the three were playing on her?

  'He made me swear not to say anything to anyone,' Amy went on. 'If he thinks I've told you what happened he'll be furious. Please don't tell him you know.'

  'But why did you go down there with him in the first place?' Hayley pressed, wondering why she'd not heard the girl protesting if she'd not wanted to go with him to the basement.

  'I was in the study doing some dusting, and he said he needed me to help him with something,' Amy said. 'So naturally I went with him. I didn't see any reason not to.'

  'I think you're lying,' Hayley said. 'You've been seeing Michael for some time, haven't you?'

  Amy shook her head, looking surprised by the unexpected accusation. 'No, of course I haven't,' she denied adamantly. 'I told you what happened; I was working in the study and he took me down to the basement. He said he wanted me to help him with something and then he... and then he seduced me.' Fresh tears sparkled in her beautiful eyes and she dabbed them away. 'Why didn't you help me?' she asked. 'If you were there watching, then why didn't you do something to help me?'

  Hayley shifted awkwardly, knowing that if the girl was telling the truth then she was fully justified in asking that. 'I - I didn't know what was going on,' she hedged, unsure of whether to believe the girl or not.

  'He seduced me,' Amy again sobbed, 'and you did nothing to help me. I want to get out of here.'

  'So do I,' Hayley agreed, beginning to believe the poor girl and feeling increasingly ashamed for not intervening and saving her from the lecherous clutches of Michael Philips, 'but the backdoor's locked, and I suspect the front door will be too.'

  'I noticed a bunch of keys on the desk in the study when I was dusting in there,' Amy said hopefully. 'I'll go and get them.'

  Hayley watched her flit out of the kitchen, and still couldn't help but wonder if she was lying about what went on between her and Michael down in the basement? Could Amy be trusted as an ally, or was she working covertly for Michael and Belinda Philips? Surely Michael wouldn't really force himself upon the girl? But whether she was lying or not wouldn't matter if one of the keys she'd gone to fetch fitted the backdoor, which, when she quickly returned with them, it did!

  Slipping out into the back yard Hayley started to make her way stealthily around the house towards the front drive. If this was a trick, as she suspected it might well be, then Michael and Belinda would materialise from the darkening shadows at some stage and thwart her getaway. They'd probably planned it all with Amy and would be lurking by the main gates.

  Frowning as Amy hurried past her, heading towards the woods at the bottom of the vast lawn, Hayley called to her in a hushed whisper. There was no way she was going into the woods in the dark. 'Where are you going?' she asked.

  'We'll hide in the woods,' Amy said enthusiastically.

  'Until when?' Hayley asked. 'Until they find us?'

  'There's a perimeter wall,' Amy told her. 'We can climb over it into the lane beyond.'

  'But what if it's too high, Amy?' Hayley objected. 'We should go to the main gates. That's our best option. They might be locked, but we can hide in the bushes and wait. It's our best chance.'

  'Wait for what?' Amy pressed.

  'Until it's completely dark, and then we'll climb over the gates.' Hayley looked up at the darkening night sky. 'We won't have to wait long.'

  'The keys,' Amy suggested. 'One of them might be for the gates.'

  'Damn, you might be right,' Hayley cursed. 'I'll have to go back for them. You stay here.'

  Making her way back to the kitchen, Hayley thought the girl could very well be right. She took the keys from where they
'd left them in the backdoor. This was too easy, she thought, and then a question that had been nagging her for the last few minutes made itself clearer: how did Amy know about the perimeter wall in the woods, and that the lane was on the other side? Then frowning as she noticed a carrier bag on the table, she was sure it hadn't been there a few minutes ago when they'd left. She moved tentatively towards it, and was about to peer inside when she heard someone behind her and swung round.

  'Hayley,' Belinda said, making her jump, 'I need your help. Come with me.'

  'Where to?' she asked shakily, wondering where the woman had appeared from, her spirits plummeting as she realised her attempt to get away was looking like being thwarted.

  'Where's Amy?' Belinda asked.

  'I, um, I don't know,' Hayley said, somewhat unconvincingly. 'I haven't seen her for a while.'

  'No?' Belinda sneered. 'Well my beloved husband has. He's seen plenty of her.'

  Following her mistress into the hall, Hayley watched her open the basement door. Something bad was going on, she sensed as Belinda ushered her through the door and down the stone steps. Should she refuse to go down to the basement? Should she simply tell Belinda that she was resigning and leaving while she had the chance? What was holding her back?

  Hesitating indecisively she descended the steps to the basement and looked about her. What help did Belinda need down here? She must have discovered her husband's infidelity, Hayley was sure as the woman closed the door, but what did that have to do with her? Eyeing the steel rings set in the four corners of the table, and the lengths of rope dangling from them, she knew this was getting distinctly ominous.

  'Lie on the table,' Belinda ordered her.

  'What?' Hayley gasped. 'Why would you want me to do that?'

  'Lie on the table, young lady,' the woman repeated menacingly.