Butter Wouldn't Melt (19 page)

So for the rest of the week I followed the same hideously embarrassing routine; down to the basement, off with my panties and skirt, a little show for Mr Prufrock, an hour of work done bottomless. The work was the worst of it, because he invariably chose
things that meant I had to stretch up or bend down, so that I was repeatedly showing off my bum, and quite often my anus and both front and rear views of pussy. He lapped it all up, his bright piggy eyes drinking in every rude detail of my body and every embarrassing little display I was forced to make, while I had to suffer the gradual build-up of my arousal and the inevitable consequences.

Unfortunately there was a problem. He was always careful to lock the door as soon as I came in, and once he had turned the big iron key in the lock he would put it in his jacket pocket until I was once more decent. Never once did he vary the routine, until I began to think that we would have to find some other way of getting me caught.

We also talked occasionally, generally once I'd been brought off under his fingers. Because I could never make him come, he was always at his horniest, and wanted to know all about my sex life, which he imagined as a series of bedtime romps with my school friends and clumsy fumblings by inexperienced boys. I pretended to be shy, which only made him all the more eager.

On the Friday morning I got him to confirm something I'd suspected all along. Maggie had substituted me for herself, ending an agreement to come down into the basement twice a week and pose for him while he played with his cock. I was not best pleased, especially as she was supposed to keep my secret between the four spanking enthusiasts, and Mr Prufrock was not included. She'd also broken the rules about spanking in the office, which tempted me to take my revenge by reporting her to Mr Montague.

The opportunity came almost immediately. I'd come up from the cellar for lunch, and Mr Prufrock had made me leave my knickers with him, so I was
bare under my skirt, and perhaps Maggie had been made to do the same thing, as she smiled and raised her eyebrows when she met me on the stairs. All she got in return was a scowl as I wondered if I dare express my feelings then and there, but it merely seemed to amuse her.

‘Mr Prufrock is very pleased with you,' she said.

‘I bet he is,' I told her. ‘I don't think it's very fair, Maggie . . .'

‘Sh,' she urged, lifting a finger to her lips. ‘After all, it's what you like.'

‘No it is not!'

‘I think we both know you rather better than that, Pippa, don't we?'

‘No . . .'

‘He tells me you like to sit on his knee and play with his cock, that you even suggested it, and that you like him to call you his ‘‘little tart''.'

I felt my face go scarlet, instantly betraying myself. She gave me a knowing, sadistic smile and went on.

‘Perhaps I should tell him you enjoy playing spanking games? I don't think he's into it, but I'm sure he would be happy to oblige you.'

‘That's not fair, Maggie,' I blustered, but stopped as her smile grew broader and more evil still. ‘Please don't?'

We reached the second-floor landing, and she stopped.

‘Then perhaps I should take you back upstairs?' she suggested. ‘I miss your pretty little behind, and I suspect you're overdue a spanking.'

‘I don't want to be spanked by you,' I answered. ‘AJ says I mustn't, and . . .'

‘Then perhaps she'd be interested to hear how you let me warm your bottom before your little encounter with Mr Mulligan?' she said. ‘Or perhaps she'd even
like to know what you did for Mr Mulligan, flashing your little tail for him and the mechanics.'

‘You bitch!'

‘You will not call me that, Pippa. Get up to your room, now, and wait for me there. I'm going to spank you so hard . . .'

She stopped at the sound of a cough and I saw her face go pale. I spun round, to find Mr Todmorden standing behind me in the open door of his office.

‘Come in here, both of you,' he demanded.

We went, and I was fidgeting badly as he closed the door behind us, sure he was just going to whip me across his knee and spank me pink whether I liked it or not, but when he spoke his words were addressed to Maggie.

‘For goodness sake, do you have no sense at all?' he demanded. ‘I heard every word.'

‘There's nobody in on the third floor,' Maggie said hastily.

‘And what if young Mr Montague had been in conference with me?' Mr Todmorden enquired. ‘Or a client, God forbid. Which is all beside the point in any case, as unless I'm greatly mistaken you threatened to take Pippa up to her office for a spanking?'

Maggie didn't answer, but hung her head, and she too was fidgeting with her fingers.

‘Don't you have any patience?' he went on. ‘Damn it, woman, don't you think I'd like to do the same? Certainly I would, but I have the common sense to wait until Pippa is ready and the circumstances allow.'

‘I'm sorry,' Maggie answered, sounding utterly pathetic.

‘Sorry won't do,' he answered. ‘What you need is a dose of what you were threatening to dish out, don't you think?'

The consternation on Maggie's face was wonderful to see, and she was going to refuse when I spoke up.

‘I think that would be fair,' I said, ‘and I don't mind, as long as it's done by a woman.'

‘Hardly fair in my case . . .' Maggie began, but I cut her off.

‘Why not? I think you deserve it, and hard.'

Her expression turned to outrage, but she must have caught the look in my eyes. I was taking a risk, because I had no idea what his reaction would have been to my revelations about Mr Prufrock, and it might well have ruined my plan with Clive, but Maggie fell for my bluff.

‘Very well,' she said. ‘If I have to.'

‘Good,' Mr Todmorden said, and put his fat hands together in what I hoped was preparation for walloping her skinny bottom while I looked on. ‘Not here, of course, but Morris has made an offer for the next party, free entry for anyone who brings a willing girl. Mr Montague will be taking Helen, of course, and I had planned to ask you, Pippa, but Morris tells me you're coming anyway, so you will do nicely, Maggie.'

I'd have liked to spend a moment drinking in the expression of utter horror on Maggie's face, but I was more worried on my own behalf.

‘Sorry . . . Mr Todmorden. You said Morris told you I was coming?'

‘So Morris said,' he replied. ‘Aren't you?'

‘No.'

‘How peculiar. He seemed so sure.'

‘You should come,' Maggie said nastily. ‘I'm sure you'd love to see me get it.'

‘I would, only I'd get it myself, wouldn't I?'

‘Oh, you can count on that, my girl.'

‘Ladies, please,' Mr Todmorden interrupted. ‘I shall call Morris and find out what is going on.'

‘Please tell him I'm not coming,' I put in.

‘As you wish,' he answered. ‘You may go, both of you.'

We left, and I made a point of going downstairs, just in case Maggie had any ideas about following me up to my room. I felt annoyed, for several reasons, and frustrated too. Had she taken me upstairs I knew I'd have ended up enjoying my punishment, which was pretty humiliating in itself, while I'd also lost the chance to see her get it, which would have been immensely satisfying.

I bought a sandwich at the shop under the bridge and went to eat it on a sort of observation platform outside Tower Hill Station, with a view over the Tower itself and the river beyond. It was only when I caught a look of astonishment from an elderly American tourist that I realised that the people passing below only had to glance upwards to see right up my skirt to my bare pussy. Pink-faced, I retreated to a nearby park where I could finish my lunch without providing a peep-show at the same time.

With Maggie told off and facing a spanking, I wasn't under any obligation to go back to Mr Prufrock that day, and she'd given me no other instructions. As I walked back to Montague, Montague, Todmorden and Montague I was wondering what would happen if I simply took the rest of the day off, but decided not to risk it. I went up to my room instead and had hardly sat down when the ancient black telephone attached to one wall rang, making me jump as I hadn't even realised it was connected. Somewhat gingerly, I answered it.

‘Hello?'

A female voice answered, her accent an odd blend of the East End and New Yorker, her tone commanding to say the least.

‘Pippa?'

‘Yes.'

‘This is Melody Rathwell. What's this I hear about you not coming to the party?'

‘I never said I was!'

‘Mr Mulligan seems to think you are.'

‘Er . . . that's all a bit complicated, but I'm not coming.'

‘Then how are you supposed to work off the money you owe for my bike?'

‘I can do that . . . in time.'

‘What do you mean, in time? I've already paid him, and you're going to work it off over his knee, and mine.'

‘No I am not! You can't make me, Melody. Anyway, AJ says . . .'

‘Sod AJ, any shit from her and she goes over too, and you both know I can do it. You've got a straight choice, Miss Pippa. You pay for the damage, or you come to the party.'

‘I'll pay for the damage, thank you.'

‘With what? Or are you going to run to Daddy to help you out?'

The contempt in her voice had me blushing, but I managed an answer.

‘I am earning.'

‘I don't want it in instalments, Pippa. I want it paid off, now.'

‘I can't, not now, but I will as soon as I can.'

‘You pay before the party, or you come to the party.'

‘No. I . . .'

She had put the phone down, leaving me trembling. There was only one thing for it, to make sure I was caught with Mr Prufrock early next week, which would allow me to solve my problems with one
stroke, or at least, most of my problems. Somehow I would have to make sure the basement door remained unlocked, that or arrange some other indiscretion. Unfortunately it was not easy to see how it could be done, while I'd also have to suck Mr Prufrock's cock to get the most out of it. The thought of Andy, Den or even Mark catching me with my skirt and knickers off and Mr Prufrock's cock in my mouth made me feel weak and sick.

I spent most of Friday evening at Whispers, an ordinary night out with the girls, from which I felt strangely detached. My knickers were still in Mr Prufrock's lair, and inevitably AJ found out I was bare, so that I first had to suffer the embarrassment of having my skirt lifted so the entire bar could see, then was forced to make up a story about how I'd wet myself and had nothing to change into.

They lapped it up, especially Jade, and I ended up being taken into the loos and made to pee in front of them, then put on my knees to lick AJ while Jade brought me off from behind. That left AJ in the best mood she'd been in all week, because she was still brooding about Morris knowing what had happened at the Pumps, and she offered to take me home on her bike. I accepted happily, and we stayed in Whispers until closing time, so that it was gone one when we finally arrived in Sonning.

The house was dark, but then it had been dark the time Jemima had caught me too, so I found myself looking suspiciously at her window as I dismounted. AJ had taken off her helmet, and as I fastened my own to the bike she leant out to kiss me. I gave her a peck on the cheek.

‘That's no way to say goodbye,' she protested. ‘Come here.'

‘Better not,' I advised. ‘Last time my sister saw, and now she keeps asking questions about spanking and stuff.'

‘That's cool. She's cute, is Jemima.'

‘AJ! She's my little sister!'

‘Not so little she can't make her own mind what she's into. Bring her down to Whispers one night, why don't you?'

‘She prefers boys.'

‘What a waste. Oh well, if I can't do her, I'll just have to do you in front of her.'

She'd grabbed my wrist, and a moment later I was across the petrol tank, my skirt had been bundled up and my bottom laid bare to the moon, then smacked, a dozen times, to leave me tingling behind and blushing as I once more glanced at Jemima's window. AJ laughed.

‘There, and tell her she can have the same anytime she wants. Hey, how'd you like me to do her in front of you? That would wipe the smile off her face!'

‘No, AJ, please . . .'

‘Hey, I'm joking. Lighten up, will you.'

She ruffled my hair and reached down for her helmet.

‘See you Monday night, yeah?'

‘See you then.'

I went in, expecting to find a smirking Jemima in my room, but she'd been asleep all the time. She was still asleep when I got up, and stayed that way until Mum finally got fed up with her. It had been a long week, and I spent most of Saturday lazing in the garden and riding, while Jemima was off somewhere with some friends from school. Her exam results had arrived, and she'd done almost as well as me, failing to get her star in just one subject, so she was in the mood to celebrate.

We were going to Granny's for lunch on the Sunday, which hopefully meant I could nip across the road afterwards and swim in Penny's pool. Jade might even be there and, even if she wasn't, there might be interesting possibilities, just as long as I could get rid of Jemima. That didn't seem likely, and I resigned myself to not getting my bottom warmed again until the Monday night.

As usual, we went over quite early, and I joined in the usual family routine of helping prepare the dinner and drinking sherry in the garden. Penny was there, as I'd hoped, and managed to get me alone long enough for a kiss and a gentle squeeze of each other's bums, which left me hoping for more. Lunch was roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, with all the trimmings, followed by apple pie and cream, leaving me feeling replete and a little sleepy, which wasn't helped by the wine I'd drunk. With the washing-up done, Penny invited anyone who wanted to come across the road and swim, but just as I had expected, Jemima jumped at the chance.