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Authors: Penny Birch

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BOOK: Maid to Order
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‘Very clever, Sherlock,’ she said. ‘You figured it out, which leaves me with a little problem.’

‘What’s that?’ I asked. ‘I won’t tell Amber, I promise. I was just curious.’

‘I don’t trust you, Jemima. I know you fancy Amber, and why not? She’s just the woman to cope with a little slut like you. And so am I.’

‘I ... I know. I love what you do to me, Mel.’

‘I’m very glad to hear that, Jemima. Come here.’

I hung my head, put the hat down, and crossed the room with every expectation of being whipped across her knee for a good spanking before being made to lick. Instead she took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom, making me realise she had something else in mind. ‘If you’re going to pee on me at least let me strip off!’

‘Shut up. Get on the floor, kneeling.’

‘But, Mel ...’

‘Shut up, I said! I’m not going to punish you, Jemima, not yet. I just want you safely out of the way until I’ve had Amber. Now kneel down and put your wrists together behind your back.’

‘But Mel ...’

‘Do it!’

I obeyed, pouting badly as I was left on the floor while she collected a hank of rope, which she used to tie a tight cinch between my wrists; locking them together and pulling on the spare cord to force me to bend lower and stick out my bum.

‘Ow! That hurts!’ I protested but she ignored me, tying the cord off on the exit pipe from the sink. ‘Mel, this isn’t fair!’

‘Who says I play fair?’

She tested the knot at my wrists, then the one securing me to the pipe. I was sure I could twist around and get my teeth to the second one, but she realised and put a loop in the cord to leave me splay-legged with my bum stuck up in the air and completely incapable of getting at the rope.

‘You should be able to move around enough to keep your circulation going properly,’ she remarked. ‘But I don’t see you escaping in a hurry. Yes, not a bad job if I say so myself. See you later.’

‘But, Mel ... Mel! It’s ages until the party!’

‘Tough.’

She was gone, leaving me helpless. I knew I couldn’t get at the rope, but I tried anyway, only managing to leave myself hot and frustrated, while my wriggling had pulled the knots tighter still. There was a bubble of panic welling up inside me, and I wanted to cry, but shook my head, trying to concentrate on the way Mel took my control away so easily instead. It would have been OK, if she’d been there to do things to me, or if she’d been coming back fairly soon, but she wasn’t. Before I could stop myself I’d begun to sob, and when I heard the door open I burst into tears of relief.

‘Mel? Oh thank you, Mel ... Oh, Mr Hegedus.’

He was stood in the doorway of the bathroom, looking down on me with an all too familiar expression. ‘Has baby been naughty?’ he drooled. ‘Has baby got a hot botty?’

‘No I haven’t!’ I answered. ‘Mel put me here, because ... because she doesn’t want me around this afternoon.’

‘I know,’ he said. ‘She sent me up to check on you, but do you really mean she forgot to spank you? And such a naughty baby!’

He’d squatted down as he spoke, quickly checking my knots.

‘Would you loosen them a bit?’ I tired. ‘Or at least undo the loop so I can move around a bit more.’

‘Oh no, I do not think so!’ he answered. ‘Mrs Rathwell warned me you’d try your little tricks.’

‘Please!?’ I begged. ‘I ... I’ll suck your cock, nicely.’

‘And what it I just pop it your mouth anyway?’

‘I’ll bite.’

‘Naughty baby!’

‘Ow!’

He’d smacked me, not hard, but right under my cheeks, catching my pussy lips where they bulged out between my thighs with only the thin, see-through material of my froufrous to protect me.

‘She really didn’t spank you?’ he went on, his tone of voice suggesting it was an impossibility that anybody could have me helpless without smacking my bottom.

‘No. Please, Mr Hegedus. Mr Hegedus!’

He’d pulled my froufrous open, peering down the back to inspect my bum, then, apparently unsatisfied, pulled them right down to leave my bottom showing bare beneath the frills of my underskirts. ‘Well, well, all smooth and pink,’ he said, and he’d begun to stroke my bottom. ‘Now that will not do at all, will it? Naughty babies should have hot botties, shouldn’t they?’

‘Mr Hegedus, please.’

I gave up. He’d begun to spank, squeezing his crotch as he slapped at my bottom, left handed because it was the only way he could get at me.

‘Just loosen my knots when you’ve finished,’ I asked. ‘Then you can do it, and you if put your cock in my mouth I promise not to bite.’

His response was to unzip himself and pull out the thick, dark penis I’d got so used to sucking. Again he began to spank, all the while tugging at his cock, before shuffling forward and presenting it to my mouth. I took it in, closing my eyes as I sucked him, with his hand still on my bum, stroking and squeezing and slapping, until I’d began to react despite myself. His cock was already swollen, and grew quickly in my mouth, while I knew I was getting juicy, but I was still determined to bargain and pulled back as soon as he was fully erect.

‘That’s nice, isn’t it? Loosen my knots and I’ll do it properly, the way you like it, and ... and I’ll suck on your balls. Please?’

‘Mrs Rathwell said –’

‘She needn’t know! Come on, Mr Hegedus, please? Haven’t I been a good girl for you? I always suck you nicely, don’t I, and you get to spank me as often as you like, and I never tell.’

It was meant to be a veiled threat, and he seemed to take the hint.

‘You promised me one thing, yes?’

‘I ... I don’t remember, but OK, if I promised.’

‘You did,’ he assured me, and he’d stood up. He turned the tap on and I craned back, wondering what he was up to, to find him washing his hands.

‘What are you doing?’

‘You promised, remember?’ he said. ‘Baby promised me I could fuck her bottie.’

‘Oh God! You filthy old perve! Fuck me, but not up my bum, please!’

‘You promised, yes?’

‘No! Not like that, I ... I ... Oh God, OK. But get me ready properly.’

‘Nice and slippery, yes?’ he answered, and I realised what he was doing with the soap.

‘Not soap! Soap stings! There’s some lube in the cabinet if you really have to, but ... Mr Hegedus!’

He’d stuck his soapy finger up my bum, popping my ring and pushing in as deep as he could go. My mouth had come open in a wordless gasp as he began to wiggle his finger about in my bumhole, and wider still as my anal flesh began to sting.

‘Ow! Mr Hegedus, that stings so much!’

He merely chuckled, enjoying my bottom hole with my cheeks held apart so he could watch his finger going in and out. I took it panting and shaking my head, my anus on fire and my helpless fingers clutching on air in reaction, while I could feel my ring growing quickly slack. He put more soap up, rubbing the tip of the bar on my already open hole, then his fingers again, two this time.

‘You are ready, yes?’

‘Yes,’ I admitted, my voice a weak sob.

He kept his fingers inside, but I could hear the fleshy slapping of his cock as he gave himself a quick toss to get properly hard again. I shut my eyes and put my face to the floor, lifting my bum in surrender, telling myself that I was tied and helpless, that he could do what he liked and so I might as well try to enjoy it. His fingers pulled out and I farted, giving me a sharp stab of humiliation and drawing a tut of disapproval from him even as he pressed the head of his cock to my bumhole.

The soap stung so badly it was making me crazy, and as my ring spread to the pressure of his cock I was drumming my feet on the floor and wriggling in my bonds. I’d started to shake too, really badly, and I couldn’t stop my sobbing either, or the little mewling noises that escaped my lips as my bumhole stretched out around his knob. He had my cheeks open again, spreading them with his thumbs, and I knew he was watching it go in, with my anus a straining pink ring on the thick brown shaft of his erection. I thought he’d stuff it right up, the way the Tradesman had. But no sooner had he got the head up, he began to pull at his shaft, his knuckles tickling between my cheeks as he wanked up my bottom.

‘You dirty pig!’ I sobbed. ‘At least stick it in properly. Ah! Fucking Hell, you ... you bastard! You ... you ...’

He’d done as I’d asked, but I hadn’t been expecting the full length of his cock to be rammed up my slippery bumhole with one hard push, or for him to take off at a frantic pace, buggering me so hard and so fast I was left speechless, my mouth open and spittle dribbling down my chin, lost to everything but the furious pumping of his prick in my rectum. I might have come, with his balls squashing to my cunt with every thrust like that, but before I could fix my mind on the filthy way he was using my helpless body he stopped; panting for breath with his cock held in as deep as it would go. It felt as if I’d got a baseball bat up my bottom, thick and hard and heavy in my straining rectum, while my anus was a ring of fire and my cunt hot where soap fluid had trickled down into my hole.

‘Carry on,’ I panted. ‘You... you nearly made me come. Carry on ... and finish off up my bottom, please, Mr Hegedus!’

‘No.’

‘Please! I want to come ... I want you to spunk in me.’

He began to move again, drawing a moan from my lips and at last it all began to come together, the helplessness of being tied with my hands behind my back, the humiliation of having my bottom molested and spanked, and fingered, and finally stuffed with cock. I began to beg for him to go faster, to reduce me to the same shivering, gasping mess as before, only for him to stop before he’d even got a decent pace up.

‘Now in your mouth,’ he grunted.

‘What!? No, Mr Hegedus, I ...’

‘That’s what you promised, yes?’

He was right, but that had been when I was on the edge of orgasm.

‘Not that!’ I begged. ‘Do it up my bum, or wank off on my cheeks, even in my face, but not –’

My voice broke off in a squeak as his cock pulled from my bumhole, which stayed open, stinging badly. I was dizzy with arousal, struggling to fight my own desires as he shuffled around to present his slimy, glistening erection to my mouth, but I couldn’t stop myself. My mouth stayed open and in it went, filling my senses with the taste of soap and my own bottom; strong enough to make me gag, but that didn’t stop me sucking, or swallowing, or revelling in my own degradation as I gobbled urgently on a cock pulled straight from my anus. He came in an instant, adding a mouthful of spunk to my woes. My own body went into orgasm, with no more that the faint tickling of my pulled-down froufrous to stimulate my cunt, but with my mind overwhelmed by the sheer, filthy ecstasy of what he’d made me do.

‘That’s my baby!’ he sighed as he drained himself down my throat. ‘Dirty baby.’

Spunk erupted from around my lips as my body rebelled against the abuse, unable to cope with the powerful contractions of my orgasm and having a cock stuck halfway down my throat at the same time. More came out of my nose and I was forced to pull back, my body still shuddering as I fought for breath, wracked with spasm after spasm, and I never even realised that my bowels had come open until it was too late.

It just came out, squeezing from my buggered anus in time to the unstoppable contractions of my muscles, to drop into my lowered froufrous in a thick, heavy coil. I could feel the weight of it growing as they bagged out behind, hanging under my still urgent cunt, a sensation at once so disgusting and so unutterably, deliciously dirty that I cried out in ecstasy once more before the appalling shame of what I’d done got the better of me.

That didn’t stop it coming, my bumhole too well buggered to close properly, so that everything that was in me just came out, into my panties and on to the floor, to leave the swollen pouch hanging heavy below my pussy and a big pile on the tiles beneath me. All I could do was let it come, with my head hung in shame and his mess still dribbling from my nose and mouth, until at last he spoke.

‘You dirty girl!’

‘I couldn’t help it!’ I wailed. ‘It just happened!’

He’d stood up, craning over my back to look at what I’d done, shaking his head.

‘You dirty girl,’ he repeated.

‘I think you’re going to have to untie me now,’ I said, trying to make a joke of it, but failing to hide the pleading note in my voice.

‘Perhaps.’

‘Oh come on! You can’t leave me like this!’

‘Mrs Rathwell, she said ...’

‘Yes, but she didn’t know you were going to bugger me and make me poo myself, did she? All over her bathroom floor as well! She’s not going to be best pleased, is she?’

He gave a thoughtful nod, frowning down at my dirty bottom and the pile underneath me for a long moment before speaking again.

‘Most of it went in your knickers.’

‘I know that!’

He pulled up his sleeve.

‘What are you doing?’ I demanded. ‘Hey, no ... Mr Hegedus! No ...’

My words broke to an inarticulate grunt of shock and disgust as he dumped what I’d done on the floor down the back of my already bulging knickers, and pulled them up, snug around my bottom with the mess inside pressing between my cheeks. I couldn’t even speak, my mouth agape in utter horror for what he’d done, and for the feel of the now huge load hanging in my panties; so heavy it had tugged them back down a little when he let go.

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