Evil's Niece

by Melissa MacNeal

  My head was spinning at the speed of her Cajun chatter, but I suspected I’d once again been framed by my feisty maid. How could I not love Monique for her loyalty? For her efforts on behalf of a marriage that might have died long ago without my even knowing it.

  ‘Thank you,’ I murmured, for I truly appreciated her creative ways of handling things. ‘But how can I face that awful man now? What can I possibly talk about after his lewd advances?’

  ‘Talk about lewd advances.’ Her eyes sparkled like coffee splashed with champagne. ‘You’re not alone in there, ma tante. I’ve been training the girls for the big party — tonight’s a trial run, with several courses. Several chances for something to get dumped in Stud Fuck’s lap if he doesn’t treat you with respect, Auntie.’

  About ten minutes later, Fanny announced dinner. My husband seated me to his right, while he sat at the head of the table with Judd at his left. I’d always felt odd eating in this huge room at such a monstrous table — its remaining length was so long and so glossy, I could’ve skated on it. But it was a monument to the grandeur of the Proffit past — and in less than two weeks it would once again serve dozens of guests, celebrating Chapin’s new political aspirations.

  This evening, however, I was forced to face Judd Schuck. He was observing me with a suggestive smirk, which my husband didn’t seem to notice.

  ‘I hear Fanny has outdone herself this evening,’ I said to fill the awkward silence. ‘Several dishes she plans to serve at the Mardi Gras ball.’

  ‘And here we are with the first one! A delectable she-crab soup,’ came a voice from the doorway.

  As Antoinette set our bowls before us, I inhaled the seasoned steam rising from the rich, cream-based chowder.

  ‘What’s in this?’ Schuck demanded. He stirred the soup with a doubtful frown, and then jabbed at a chunk of the crab meat with his spoon.

  ‘Fresh crab, with butter and cream,’ the redhead replied in a pleasantly modulated voice, ‘with a splash of sherry —’

  ‘Take it away. I don’t eat fish.’

  Without batting an eye, Toinette removed the offending food. ‘I’ll return momentarily with another offering,’ she said, dismissing herself with a curtsy.

  Judd urged us to begin without him — a situation my husband found more intolerable by the second. Schuck didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy watching me eat, as though he’d like to be licking my food off my lips.

  ‘It’s improper for a guest not to have a plate in front of him at all times,’ Chapin lectured. ‘At the ball, I must insist —’

  ‘And here we are!’ Monique chirped, expertly balancing her tray atop her raised arm. ‘A lovely array of fresh asparagus with artichoke hearts, marinated in a red wine vinaigrette —’

  ‘You expect me to eat this?’ Schuck blurted. ‘What ever happened to a good steak and potatoes? Or fried chicken with biscuits? Or ham with —’

  ‘The ham is in your chair, Mr Schuck,’ my maid muttered as she snatched up his salad plate. She set our salads where our soup bowls had been, and awaited our reactions.

  I shifted nervously, for I hadn’t expected such an outburst from anyone my husband would hire. Chapin’s table etiquette was exemplary, to the point he rarely spilled a drop and had never slurped his soup. Yet he was cutting his asparagus spears as though his new man had done nothing unseemly.

  ‘At the ball, of course, Mrs Frike will offer a wide assortment of foods on a buffet,’ Monique said, filling in the heavy silence with a patter devoid of her usual Cajun sing-song. ‘But for now, aren’t we delighted she’s giving us a preview of these mouthwatering attractions?’

  Mr Schuck raised an eyebrow, looking directly at her bosom. ‘All your fancy talk’s not filling my plate, now is it, honey? Just bring me something to eat, dammit, and be quick about it!’

  Monique’s nostrils flared. ‘Certainly, sir. Right away, Your Highness.’

  My husband glared at Monique’s retreating backside, where the swishing of her uniform announced her wrath as surely as the harsh tattoo of her boots. ‘Miss Eve, you must speak with your maids — once again — about proper deportment,’ he said in a deceptively quiet voice. ‘They cannot offend the people who are funding the very future of this family!’

  Heat prickled in my cheeks, and I stuffed an artichoke heart in my mouth to keep from saying something I’d regret. It was obvious to me who needed a lesson in deportment! And it was just as apparent that my husband had given Judd Schuck permission to run amok in a household that had run so smoothly before his arrival.

  This time it was Cinderella approaching the table, bearing a silver tray between her dainty hands as she click-clack-clicked across the dining room in her high-heeled shoes. She paused to give the valet her prettiest smile before lowering the tray so he could see it. The gaze he fixed on her bosom left nothing to the imagination, concerning what he would really like to devour.

  ‘Perhaps Mr Schuck will enjoy being the first to sample our desserts,’ she cooed, leaning towards him with a flirtatious shimmy. ‘We have a four-layer bourbon praline torte, French bread pudding with brandy sauce, an eclair filled with raspberry creme, a —’

  ‘How about a slice of cherry pie, served up with a little of your pussy sauce, darlin’?’ the valet asked in a husky voice.

  Cinderella’s face went from white to red, and in her agitation — or was it on purpose? — she dropped the tray of gooey, sauced sweets against the edge of the table. It bounced, to tilt the food into Judd’s lap — which sent him scooting back from the table with a roar of obscenities. This brought Monique scurrying from the kitchen, followed by a foul-faced Mrs Frike wielding a wooden spoon.

  ‘You clumsy…What have I told you about setting the tray on the table before speaking?’ Monique raged. ‘Across my knee this instant, young lady. You deserve a spanking, and you know it!’

  To everyone’s amazement, Monique grabbed Cinderella’s sleeve and wheeled her around, while the housekeeper pulled a chair from the table. The blonde was howling, of course, blubbering about how sorry she was. But she was no match for her determined mistress.

  ‘Here — face your superiors, so they can see what a miserable excuse you make for a maid!’ Monique positioned her squawking charge across her lap and then yanked down her panties. ‘And after I tan your backside, you’ll stand in the corner to ponder your sins — with your red cheeks displayed for all to see!’

  My heart rose into my throat. Surely Monique realised she’d be exposing Cinderella’s secrets, to two men who would use that stunning surprise to humiliate — or fire — our male princess. Yet as the smacks rang out, punctuated by the penitent’s cries, I suspected this whole scenario had been staged. Cinderella appeared more frantic with each whack, but the sound of skin smacking skin was far more sensational than the actual colouration of her behind.

  ‘Look at those cheeks jiggling!’ Judd stood beside Chapin, with the forgotten desserts drifting down his pant legs. Glee animated his whole face. ‘You do have a mighty attractive staff, Mr Proffit.’

  With a final whack, Monique glared at the valet. As she marched her charge towards the far corner, white panties bunched directly beneath her swollen pink behind, Mrs Frike moved in Judd Schuck’s direction.

  ‘Is it my imagination, Mr Schuck, or do you have extraordinarily bad manners?’

  The housekeeper swatted her palm with the rounded end of her wooden spoon, eyeing the valet with a disdain that made her tight curls tremble. ‘You’ve been brought here as staff yourself, rather than as a guest, and you’ll be treated accordingly. You think it’s amusing that a well-meaning maid just got a spanking, don’t you, little man? Well, in this house, what’s sauce for the goose gets poured on the gander as well!’

  Judd laughed. He was the boss’s protected pet, after all. ‘You can’t touch me, you old windbag! I’ll just —’

  ‘Watch me, fool.’ Mrs Frike grabbed his lapel and hauled him up until his face was in hers. ‘If you learn nothing else here,
you’ll know better than to taunt a woman who’s smarter — and larger — than you! Now drop your pants, and don’t give me any sass about it!’

  Judd’s face paled and his Adam’s apple bobbed with a hard swallow. He was teetering on his toes, glancing frantically towards Chapin but, when the housekeeper led him to the chair, he realised he was bested. He turned towards the wall and, with quivering hands, lowered his pants past his bubble-shaped behind.

  The room was silent: the two maids peering around the kitchen door — and the two in the corner — were too delighted by this spectacle to make a peep. Chapin could only stare as the housekeeper he’d grown up with flipped his new valet across her broad lap. She took her time positioning him, so the gravity of his predicament could sink in as part of his punishment.

  ‘Palms to the floor,’ she ordered. ‘And by God if you kick me or wiggle around, I’ll have the girls hold your feet. Understand me?’

  ‘Y-yes, Mrs Frike.’

  ‘Fine.’ For effect, she paused again, pulling his shirt-tail up over his back, and then fingering his buttocks to determine the best point of attack. ‘Mr Schuck, you have such a fat ass, this spoon will have no effect at all. I’ll have to use my hand.’

  Her first smack landed before Judd could protest, and her second one made him arch like a beached fish.

  ‘Talk about jiggling,’ Fanny said with a tight laugh. ‘It’s just as well you didn’t eat any of that dessert. You certainly don’t need it, do you?’ Smack!

  ‘Hey! You’ve got no call to —’

  Smack! ‘What say, Mr Schuck?’ Fanny asked calmly. ‘Who’s calling the shots here?’

  ‘You are, but —’

  ‘Yes, butt,’ she replied, bringing her broad hand down upon his juddering flesh again. ‘You’re still forgetting your place. And your manners. Now what do you say to Fanny for correcting you, before you embarrassed Mr Chapin at his party, in front of important guests?’

  ‘Thank you —’

  Smack! ‘Thank you, what?’

  ‘Thank you, my dear Mrs Frike, for showing me the error of my ways.’ The stocky little frog was panting now, his backside ablaze from Fanny’s hand. ‘I promise to never again complain about your food, or make improper remarks about the maids, or insult Miss Eve. I’m a better man for this.’

  ‘Don’t overdo it, Schuck.’

  The housekeeper’s final swat was almost playful; she was fighting a smile she didn’t want Judd to see. ‘Go to your room without your supper. We’ll all pray that when you come downstairs tomorrow, you’ll be a model of proper behaviour.’

  I bit my lip to keep from chuckling, for Mrs Frike had enjoyed this immensely. And when Schuck stood to cover himself, he couldn’t hide his blunt, jutting erection — nor could he fasten it into his pants without the rest of us seeing it.

  This rallied Chapin from the dazed state in which he’d witnessed his valet’s shame. ‘In the future, Mrs Frike, you will leave the discipline of my personal staff to me. Understood?’

  The housekeeper rose from her chair with the stout dignity of one who truly knew her place, no matter what this particular Proffit had to say about it.

  ‘I understand quite well, sir,’ she replied with a smile. ‘If you’d like to host your Mardi Gras ball without me, that’ll be just fine. I’ve not tolerated such rudeness — towards your family, or the help — in all my years of service, and I won’t start now! Understood?’

  The blond waves around Chapin’s face trembled; his nose pinched into a slender beak like an eagle’s. He couldn’t find words as Fanny returned to the kitchen, except, ‘I’m going to my study, and I don’t wish to be disturbed.’

  ‘Before you go, sir —’

  Monique’s strident tone had the rest of us turning to hear what she would say. For weren’t we all looking to ease the tension that throbbed like a cock rubbed raw, after so many surprises in such a short time?

  ‘— I feel I should mention a broken keyhole cover, on Miss Eve’s side of the door adjoining Mr Schuck’s room,’ she continued.

  Her features shone with sincerity, and for once her tone showed no flippancy towards my husband. In fact, she had returned to that elegant turn of phrase which surprised me earlier. ‘It was of no concern when I stayed there, of course. But since your valet has insulted a maid and made advances towards your wife, I suggest repairing this as soon as possible. Miss Eve’s privacy is my utmost concern, of course.’

  Chapin’s face registered the repeated shocks of an evening gone awry. ‘Of course,’ he muttered. And off to his study he went.

  16 Double Dipping

  I would’ve enjoyed standing at the gallery rail overlooking the garden that evening, with the fragrance of magnolia blossoms wafting on the breeze — except Judd Schuck would join me. I could hear him on the other side of our common wall, squatting for a peek through that damn keyhole. I didn’t want to envision him awkwardly balancing against the door while he fondled that fat erection, so I thought back over events of these past few hours.

  What was going on here? My Cajun maid had set me up as Schuck’s target, presumably to attract Chapin’s attention, and in the meantime we’d seen Cinderella take a spanking towards the same end. The biggest surprise of all, however, was the gleam in Fanny’s eye as she’d hauled that little toad over her knee to smack his backside. Like a mama correcting an errant son, but with a decidedly unmaternal glee all over her face.

  And to think some people actually enjoyed corporal punishment! I could understand the power element Monique had mentioned, from the perspective of the one doing the spanking. But Schuck had loved it too. His cock wasn’t large, but it had stuck straight out.

  And when Cinderella had bent over my knee for that birching, she’d gushed her appreciation, as though I’d granted her a new life. She’d apparently volunteered to drop those desserts down Judd’s front, so she could get her bottom swatted again.

  Interesting, as well, was Chapin’s reaction. While he’d been quick to help Judd up from the floor and chide my attendants for their misbehaviour, he hadn’t come to his valet’s defence when Fanny took him over her knee. He’d watched with a fascination I hadn’t expected, gripping the table, barely breathing, as his bright blue eyes followed every stroke of the housekeeper’s broad hand…every jiggle and flush of Schuck’s fleshy buttocks.

  Personally, I felt Fanny deserved a raise in pay for standing up to Judd’s inexcusable behaviour — and for standing her ground with Chapin too. Where I’d worried before that she’d have Monique dismissed, I now had another ally. A very important ally, as my husband’s campaign escalated.

  All this because Monique had brought in those sissy maids, and administered the discipline they craved. Inexplicable, the ways of this new world. And it was spinning out of my control, right here in my own home.

  A quiet knock made me scowl. Damn that Schuck, thinking I’d want his company! Far as I was concerned, he could stick that dick in the keyhole. When I looked up, however, it was a lithe, familiar figure slipping through my door. Even in the evening’s shadows, her impish grin lit up her face.

  ‘Good thing I removed that keyhole cover, oui?’ she whispered with a mischievous wink. ‘I figured he’d fall into our trap — and keep quiet about what he sees here tonight. He thinks you or I, or both of us together, will fuck him because he’s such a stud.’

  Her rolling eyes made me chuckle. ‘He’s watching us, yes — that rubbing on the other side of the wall has stopped now. But Monique,’ I said in a more serious voice, ‘I’m concerned about the turn things have taken. I can’t believe Chapin will be more in the mood —’

  ‘Mood? What do you think he’s doing in his study?’ She giggled, slinging an arm around my shoulder. ‘He’s drinking brandy, oui? He’s licking his wounds, after Fanny defied him, oui? But he’s stroking himself, Aunt Evil! He left the dining room with a shaft so hard, it could’ve knocked Schuck down.’

  My eyes flew open, for I’d never imagined my husband taking h
imself in hand. Nor had I noticed the placket of his pants. I’d been too engrossed in his facial expression; too naive to believe the evening’s surprises might excite him.

  ‘Do you think he wants Judd?’

  She shrugged, and then slipped out of her uniform. ‘Cinderella’s my guess. He paid closer attention to her and Toinette at that first birching. Which is why I had them serving dinner tonight. Let me serve you now, ma tante. You’ve got a man downstairs who wants it pretty bad, but he’ll have to wait his turn, non?’

  With the moonlight falling over her half-bare body, my maid looked heartbreakingly beautiful. And when she leaned over to fumble in her skirt pocket, she gave me quite a shot of her marvellous backside, bisected by her black garter belt and the straps holding up her stockings. As she flashed that double dildo at me, her breasts rippled deliciously, tipped in nipples that dipped and swayed with her every move.

  Someone sucked air in the other room.

  Or was that my own sigh? While the contraption in her hand intrigued me, as a way to prepare myself for taking Chapin, I felt a tingling attraction for my tutor in this fine art of…fucking. Of all the surprises revealed to me of late, this quivering in my belly — the heightened sense of excitement and forbidden pleasure — far outstripped my expectations.

  Had someone told me I would ever want a woman, I couldn’t have believed them. Not before Monique.

  As though she read my thoughts, the zany maid unfastened her topknot and shook her hair with the abandon of a dog after a bath. She reached for me then, her joy contagious, and I laughed as she plucked the pins from my own hair and tossed them against the wall.

  This time it was a groan we heard, followed by a low laugh. Young Schuck thought he was keeping secrets, but we knew exactly what he was doing over there — and my maid’s face told me she’d get him even deeper into this game, at his own expense.