by Lucy Wild
FOURTEEN
GEORGE
I was ready for her when she knocked on my door the next morning. I pulled it open and there she was, my little maid. “Good morning,” I said, stepping aside to let her walk in. I smiled at her back. She hadn’t even been able to look me in the eye, her shoulders were already sagging. She clearly thought I’d forgotten about yesterday, about the tension between us. She just thought I was angry with her. She’d soon find out the truth.
“You are to clean the living room today,” I said, pointing through the doorway. “That coffee table is an antique. You must not damage it in any way. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied.
“If it is damaged. You will be punished. Do not forget.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I left her to it, briefly. I only needed to wait a little while. The piles of rubbish she’d dumped by my back door needed dealing with and it was the perfect way to leave a gap before returning to her. One swift trip to the local dump and then I was back. I didn’t tell her I was going. I wanted to know how hard she would work without me hovering over her. Was the threat of my disapproval enough? I walked back into the house to the sound of the vacuum cleaner coming from the living room.
I made my way slowly to the doorway and peered in. She was vacuuming the top of the coffee table, the long nozzle in her hand as she sucked up dust. With a single step, I was behind her. Leaning down, I grabbed her shoulder. “I hope you’re being careful.”
The shock was enough to make her jump. The vacuum nozzle jolted forward, leaving a two inch long scratch in the dark wood. “Oh, no,” she muttered, dropping the nozzle of the vacuum cleaner to the floor. She glanced behind her at me before leaning forward, placing both hands on the coffee table, her maid’s uniform sliding up her thighs to expose her peachy round ass in her thong. It looked incredible. She didn’t look back, just waited there in position, ready for me to spank her.
My cock stiffened at the sight. I was planning on telling her she was coming to the club with me as punishment but there was no way I could resist swatting that ass of hers. Twisting slightly to my left, I brought my hand down hard on her buttocks, leaving it in place for a brief moment, squeezing her cheek roughly before raising my hand in the air again. “You need to be more careful,” I said, spanking her a second time, groping her again, letting my fingers run down to the tops of her thigh. “Don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, her voice strangled as I spanked her twice more. With the second blow I ran my finger between her ass cheeks, sliding downwards towards the heat that I could feel coming from her pussy. I nearly touched it through her thong but then instead I spanked her ass three times in quick succession. I paused again, running my fingers downwards. This time I stroked softly over her pussy, feeling how wet her thong was, the sensation making my cock jerk in my boxers, it wanted so badly to be in her and she was ready. She was more than ready.
I landed a final spank before stepping back, knowing if I stayed there any longer I’d fuck her. “Get on with your job,” I said, turning and leaving the room, heading for my study. Once inside I shut the door, sinking into my chair before reaching down and pulling out my cock. I stroked it slowly, trying to ease the throbbing need inside me. “She’s going to scream for me,” I said quietly, gripping my shaft and thinking of plunging it into her.
I managed to keep myself occupied for the rest of the day, going out again to collect what I needed for her. I ended the day by chopping wood for the fire. She came to find me outside, standing looking at my naked sweat covered chest with hunger in her eyes. “I’ve finished,” she said.
“Any more damage?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I put the axe down and walked across to the back door, picking up the parcel and handing it to her, letting my fingers rest on her hands as I did so, watching her eyes widen.
“What’s this?”
“I have a proposition for you, little princess. I will give consent for you to perform my play if you consent to come with me to my club for one night with no rules.” I had no intention of giving her the permission. Once the night was over, I would rescind the offer but she didn’t know that.
She looked quizzically up at me. “What do you mean? What club?”
“It is a club for people with certain needs. I need to dominate. You need to submit. Do that for one night with me and the consent to put on the play is yours.”
“What’s in this?” she asked, looking down at the parcel.
“Open it if you decide to come with me. Now go home and think about it. One night. No rules. Anything could happen there, little princess. Anything at all.”
I took her shoulders and turned her round, pushing her away. She started walking slowly, the parcel in her arms. She no doubt had countless questions but they could all wait. Most of them would be answered if she said yes. If she said no, then she wasn’t the person I thought she was. She was a submissive little girl though, that couldn’t be faked, it couldn’t be acted. She wanted me to tell her what to do, to take the pressure off her.
All the subs were the same. They’d been brought up to be demure, to be modest, not to have desires, told that any desires they did have were wrong. But human nature can’t be denied. No wonder they got confused. All they needed was someone like me, someone to tell them it was okay to have desires, to have needs, to want to be fucked. As I looked at my little princess walking away, I grinned. The fly was well and truly in the spider’s web.
FIFTEEN
DONNA
I managed to resist opening the parcel until the next morning. I’ve no idea how. It sat at the end of my bed, burning a hole in it as I tried to sleep. I’d come home with my body aching for him. One night, no rules. The words kept bouncing round my head. If I agreed to it, he’d be able to do whatever he wanted to me and I wanted him to do so many things to me. He’d already spanked me. I’d had my ass on display, his hand smacking down on it, treating me like the bad girl I was.
And I was a bad girl, I knew it. I’d broken his rules, I’d yearned for him, I’d wanted him to fuck me. These were bad thoughts. I shouldn’t think these things of a man who made me call him Daddy. I was his little princess, not his little slut. I wasn’t supposed to want to be spanked. I wasn’t supposed to need his hand on my ass.
He’d felt between my legs too. It was only for the briefest of seconds but he must have felt how wet I was. So why hadn’t he done anything? I would have let him do anything to me. I was too lost in desire to resist him any longer. But no rules. What did no rules mean? What if he hurt me? Some of the things I’d seen in that magazine of his were far stronger than just spankings. Could I handle a caning? A whipping? What would a man like that do to me? An expert in such things. You didn’t join a club that allowed no rules without being an expert.
I lay in bed that night after he’d spanked me over the coffee table, my hand between my legs, stroking my soaking wet pussy, thinking about him looming over me, watching me masturbate. He’d stare at me, wanting me to display myself for him. It sparked the inner exhibitionist in me. I pulled away the covers, glad for once that I had no curtains yet.
I walked downstairs naked, going into the living room and sitting on the sofa. It was late, there wasn’t likely to be anyone walking by outside. But still it was exciting to spread my legs, close my eyes and picture him out there watching. I pulled my lips apart, lifting my knees to expose my ass at the same time. Sliding a finger into me, I explored myself, stroking my clit with my other hand, occasionally tugging at my nipples, groping my breasts, my eyes still tightly shut.
Anyone could be out there. Anyone walking past would see the light on in here, see me naked on my sofa, two fingers now inside myself, thrusting back and forth. If he was there, would he be angry? Furious that his little girl was fucking herself in full public view? He’d spank me for it, he’d redden my ass, leave it stinging like he had done at his house. Then he wouldn’t be able t
o resist me. He’d fuck me like I was fucking myself.
I felt an orgasm building inside me and I slowed down, teasing myself, waiting until it had faded before stroking faster. Time and again, I let it build then forced myself to slow down, trying to maintain control, not wanting this to end too soon. I had no idea how long I was there but my hands were soaking wet by the time I finally allowed my climax to hit me. It struck me with so much force, I almost fell off the sofa, my pussy contracting around my fingers, my mouth open in a silent moan, my mind filled with thoughts of his cock in there, his cock making me come, filling me completely, grinding into me, his mouth on mine, his lips pressing against my face, my neck, my body.
I walked back upstairs on shaky legs, climbing into bed and seeing the parcel still there. It filled my thoughts as I stroked my pussy gently, reaching a second climax shortly afterwards. As I drifted off to sleep, I was still thinking about the parcel. I’d decide in the morning, I told myself. I would wake up and decide if I could handle a night with no rules.
I’d had rules for most of my life. My childhood had been one long rulebook. I was told what to eat, when to eat it, how much to eat. I was told how to sit, how to stand, how to walk, how to talk. Was it any wonder that the first chance I got, I ended up with someone who didn’t know what a rule was?
My parents had been furious when I’d got together with Darren. They were right, in the end. He was bad news. Not that I would ever tell them that they were right. I didn’t think I’d be able to handle their sanctimonious I told you so, repeated endlessly. But in a way they were as much to blame as I was for picking someone like that. If they’d given me a little bit more freedom, I might still be in touch with them.
Eighteen years I had a life that was controlled for me for their benefit, so they had the ideal picture postcard daughter, seen and not heard, the pinnacle of their achievements. I didn’t want to be controlled for their benefit. If I was going to be controlled, I wanted it to be on my terms, for my benefit.
That was why my thoughts towards George were so different. Nothing he’d done so far was like that. He hadn’t made me clean to make him feel better. He’d done it because it needed doing. He’d spanked me for the same reason. It needed doing. And if he was going to have one night with no rules, it would be because it needed doing.
Those were the thoughts that accompanied me as I drifted off to sleep. Right or wrong, that was what was in my head. Whether it was true or not was another matter entirely.
SIXTEEN
DONNA
I woke up the next morning and before I was even awake, I tore open the parcel. I couldn’t say no. Despite the danger, despite the risk, I had to do it. As I ripped open the paper, I told myself it was for the sake of the drama group. Doing this would mean we could put on the play like we’d planned. But I knew that wasn’t true. Even if he hadn’t given the permission, I would still have said yes. I wanted him that badly.
Inside the parcel was a dress. It was a glittery silver and when I slipped it over my shoulders, I gasped. It was almost see through. The shape of my nipples were visible through it, the cut down almost to my stomach, leaving a long v of my chest on display. I had to be careful how I moved in it or my breasts would be visible to anyone looking my way.
There was a slit up the thigh and as I spun round, I flashed my pussy, the fabric wafting upwards. It was a dress that screamed slut. It screamed whore, it screamed that the person wearing it wanted every single eye on them. It made me nervous just to wear it in my bedroom. The thought of wearing it at a club full of people was terrifying.
I stepped out of it and left it on the bed, climbing into my maid’s uniform with my heart pounding. I looked down at the dress. Could I really wear that in public? I’d never worn anything like that before, never anything so wanton, so revealing. There was nowhere to hide in a dress like that.
I was still making my mind up on the walk to his house. I knocked on his door thinking that I might ask if I could wear something else, if he’d grant me that one concession.
“Have you decided?” he asked when he pulled the door open.
“I have, Daddy. I just wondered-”
“Yes or no.”
I took a deep breath. “Yes.”
“Then be ready at seven this evening. Open the parcel today. Wear what is inside.”
I bit my lip, resisting telling him I already knew what was inside. If I told him, would he be angry, would he change his mind? I realised I wanted more than anything for him to be telling the truth, that this was really going to happen. I was going to see what that bulge in his trousers really looked like.
“Go home,” he said, waving me away. “Be ready at seven.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I turned round and headed for home, wondering if I’d made him angry. He had looked cross with me when I’d said yes but I had no idea why. As I walked up the path to my house, my neighbour was coming out of hers. “Off to a fancy dress party?” she asked, glancing at my maid’s uniform.
“Oh, no,” I replied. “I got a job as a cleaner.”
“Dressed like that? Where are you cleaning? Downton Abbey?”
“No. Actually, it’s up at Mr Atherton’s house.”
She looked shocked. “Really?”
“Yes, why? Is that bad?”
“You need to be careful with him. He’s not to be trusted.”
“He seems all right to me.”
She shrugged. “Well, I’m sure you know best. Good morning.” She walked away without another word, leaving me to ponder on her words. Why was he not to be trusted?
There was a large parcel on my doorstep and I picked it up, wondering if it was from George. I waited until I was inside to unwrap it, finding it contained several pairs of curtains. There was a note included.
To prevent the world observing you. G.A.
I blushed. Had he been out there last night? Had he seen what I’d done on the sofa? Or was it a coincidence? I had no idea. I was still trying to work it out when there was a knock on my door and I almost jumped out of my skin. I ran to open it, hoping it was George and having to hide my disappointment when I saw it was Joshua from the drama group.
“Hi, Donna,” he said, looking down at my maid’s uniform before dragging his eyes back up to my face. “We were just wondering how you were getting on with getting consent to put on the play. Only if we’re going to get the tickets printed, we kind of need to know soon and-”
“I’ve got the consent,” I said, interrupting him.
“What? Really?”
I nodded. “I got it last night.” I thought about the dress waiting for me on my bed. “Done and dusted.”
“Wow, that’s amazing,” he said, throwing his arms round me in a crushing hug. “Well done. How on earth did you manage it?”
One night, no rules, I thought to myself. “Just asked him and he said yes.”
“As simple as that?”
“Yep. Now I’m a bit busy so…”
“Of course, right. I’ll leave you to it. They’re all going to be so excited when I tell them, I can’t believe it, really, I can’t.”
“I’ll see you later,” I said, pushing the door closed as he continued to mutter. Once it was shut, I headed upstairs, taking the curtains with me. I looked down at the dress on the bed. I was going to wear that in public. I was going to have everyone’s eyes on me. The strangest thing was that the thought should have terrified me. I should have been embarrassed by the thought of being so exposed to a club full of strangers.
But I wasn’t scared. I was excited. I was excited about wearing the dress, about being his little princess for the night. Because if there were no rules, that meant I could do what I wanted for the night too. And what I wanted was to give myself over to him, completely. After all, it was only one night. What was the worst that could happen in one night?
SEVENTEEN
GEORGE
I arrived at her house at exactly seven o’clock. It was good to see she’
d already hung the curtains. I couldn’t bear the thought of her living in a house like that without them. She needed looking after by her Daddy in more ways than one. I realised as I pulled up that I was already thinking about being her Daddy for more than just one night. Was I capable of that? Was I capable of being in any kind of relationship with someone? It was a big ask. She’d have to put up with my need to dominate, my temper, my coldness, my need to be alone. It was surely asking too much of anyone to put up with someone as bad as me.
I chose to ignore those thoughts. Let them be questions for the future. All that mattered was tonight. Everything else could wait. I knocked on her door and waited and then she blew my mind. The door opened and there she was in the dress. “Wow,” was all I managed to say.
“Do I look okay?” she asked, her fingers mashing together in front of her.
“You look perfect,” I replied, having to tear my eyes away from her body to look at her face again. “Let’s go. I have a lot of things to explain.”
I held open the car door for her, watching her ass as she climbed in, my cock twitching in response to the sight. That dress was not going to stay on her long. Not tonight.
We set off, me doing my best to keep my eyes on the road, her continually trying to hold the dress over her legs so she didn’t reveal too much skin. “When we get there, you are to do whatever I tell you, is that understood?”
“I thought there were no rules.”
“That’s when you get inside room three. The main body of the club has many rules.”
“What kind of club is this?”
“It is a BDSM club.”
“A bondage club?”
“It’s far more than just that. It’s a place where dominants and submissives can mingle without society judging them for their proclivities. It is the only place where I indulge my desires. And for tonight it is somewhere where yours will be indulged too.”
“What if I don’t want to?”