"Right, sir, consider it a deal," I replied enthusiastically as I started to work out how much money I would save by living in.
"Then if you would just like to sign this contract of employment that I have had drawn up, Jenny. It states that you will work for me for six months or until the debt for the car is paid off," he commented and handed me an official-looking document several pages long. I scanned across the first few lines, then grew bored with the long winded jargon and skipped to the end before scrawling my signature across the final page.
"So when do you want me to begin, sir?"
"Now, I think, would be a good time to break you in gently, Jenny, so if you would just go up to the top floor, first door on your left, and change your clothing and then come back down when you are ready. Don't be too long however!"
I walked happily up the carpeted stairs, convinced that my luck had changed, and then I mounted a smaller, winding set of stairs and found the right room in the attic. I entered to find a selection of sizes of traditional maid's uniforms laid out on the small bed. I slipped out of my jeans and shirt and then spent a minute or so admiring my full breasts in their black lace brassiere and the long, slim legs in the cheval mirror in the corner. I gave a quick twirl and then covered up in a crisp white blouse before fastening a black though rather short skirt around my trim waist. A little white frilly overskirt completed the ensemble along with a mobcap and I was instantly transported back in time as I glanced in the mirror once more. I slipped my shoes back on and then tripped lightly back down the stairs, conscious of a draught wafting around my thighs due to the shortness of the skirt while a vague sense of unease slipped into my mind.
I walked back into the sitting room and found Sir, as I decided to think of him in capital letters, sitting in an armchair reading the paper, a broadsheet naturally, and I quipped, "Ready for duty, Sir," then stood there nervously while he observed me over the top of the paper.
"Then you should be ready to curtsey to your employer then, maid," he snapped sharply and I took half a step back in surprise and shock as I wondered if he was joking. Perhaps I should have read that contract a bit more carefully, I considered to myself thoughtfully, regretting my impulsive nature before I decided to humour him and curtseyed quite daintily.
"That's better but do not forget again or I will have to punish you, Jenny. Now the front parlour needs dusting so off you go. You will find the cleaning materials in the kitchen cupboard under the sink. I will come and inspect your work in about thirty minutes or so."
I found the kitchen and the right cupboard and extracted a duster and a can of polish with some cloths and then made my way to the parlour and set to work. The dust was certainly quite thick on the mahogany furniture, heavy dark stuff that seemed to loom threateningly over me as I worked my way round the room. The time passed quickly because, almost before I knew it, he was standing in the doorway watching me and I blushed as I suddenly realised that the shortness of my skirt as I bent over was allowing him to see the cheeks of my bottom move in my black panties. A wry grin etched across my face as I realised that was why the skirt was so short and I cheekily bent over further so that he could see even more before I straightened up and turned round to face him.
He looked around the room and gave a grudging nod of approval then walked across to the writing desk in the corner and wiped the tip of his finger across the recently-polished wood. It came away clean and I breathed a sigh of relief as he nodded in satisfaction and then he strode across to the oak table and my heart thumped as I remembered just giving it a quick once over. He repeated the trick with his finger but this time he frowned at the grey smudge that marred the pink flesh.
"Nowhere near good enough yet, Jenny," he stated quietly yet firmly and I somehow knew what was going to follow as his grey eyes met and held my terrified green ones. I knew that I should run, leave the house immediately, and yet some strange dark, deep part of my soul urged me to stay.
"That means that I will have to punish you," he added calmly.
My heart thudded and my knees trembled as he walked slowly towards me and took me by the arm then led me over to one of the high-backed wooden chairs that surrounded the long table. He seated himself and then pulled me down over his lap and I allowed him to do it, almost in a trance as I waited to experience my first ever spanking.
Somehow the world seemed to grow more alive as I stared down at the patterned carpet, swirls of red and grey blending with the confusion in my mind, desire and fear mixing and mingling seamlessly as I waited for him to begin. He smoothed his large hand across my bottom and I shivered at his touch, so aware of my vulnerability as he lifted my skirt by the hem. I gave a tiny whimper as his hand rested on my panties and then he eased them down to my knees while I lay there unresisting and totally compliant as he bared my bottom for his palm. The warmth of his hand on my cool cheeks surprised me and I wriggled against it then instantly regretted the movement as he began to spank me, starting on the outer edge of my left cheek and working his way in towards the centre. I felt humiliated by the knowledge that he could see my most intimate areas-the pouting pinkness of my pussy petals and the darker, wrinkled pucker of my anal star. I felt a tear trickle from the corner of my eye and tried to hold the next one back as the pain began to mount in a burning warmth that radiated out from my bottom and up into my heart and soul. He stopped for a brief moment to adjust his position then began to smack my right buttock and I felt the coolness of the skin dissipate swiftly and blushed as I knew that it would be turning pink and then red under his expert ministrations. He spanked me lower, wobbling my plump arse cheeks from side to side then held my cleft apart with one hand while he spanked me with the other-softer smacks that sent ripples of pleasure mixed with pain coursing through my veins.
Suddenly I became aware of the ultimate embarrassment as I felt moisture between my spread thighs and I knew that I was aroused by this chastisement. I hung my head lower in total mortification as his hand began to softly spank me there and I heard the soft squelch of his palm on my wet pussy lips then experienced the sharp pangs of pain entering my body. I knew that I should resist and struggle yet it was what I wanted and deserved-a cathartic punishment for my sins such as the wrecking of his car-and so I lay there, wriggling more and more on his lap as I felt the heat build in my groin and buttocks then travel up to my mind. One hard hand continued to spank me while the other stroked along my cleft and dipped one finger then another inside my moist and heated quim. I wormed my way further up his lap in an effort to accept more of his delicious digits and heard him chuckle at my wanton and lewd behaviour. The spanks suddenly came faster and harder and I pushed back up onto his impaling fingers, fucking myself on them when he added a third as I felt the crest of my climax build deep down inside me. He sensed it rising and a finger centred on my erect and pulsing clit, rubbing it hard and fast as I screamed my pleasure out aloud in the high-ceilinged room, uncaring of my dignity as I came in a great rushing torrent while the spanks rained down on my sore arse cheeks.
Embarrassment added to the flush from my orgasm as I lay there over his lap, recovering slowly, while his hands stroked my sore cheeks and down my tight cleft and soft thighs. I became all too conscious of the prominent bulge in his trousers that pressed against my body and I wriggled against it experimentally, feeling it swell even more. He seemed to know exactly what I was doing because he tumbled me off his lap and made me kneel in front of him like a penitent. I shifted slightly forward and rested my cheek against the bulge and looked up at him.
"Without using your hands then, Jenny," he said quietly and I gulped a little at the challenge before using my lips and teeth to unfasten his trouser button and to pull down his zip. He shifted his buttocks up and this allowed me to pull down his trousers further and then I used my mouth to grasp the elastic of his briefs and freed his impressive cock from its imprisonment. His silvery-grey pubic hair sparkled slightly in the light as I licked round his purple helmet, savouring the slightly salty taste of his cockhead as I wrapped my tongue around his frenum before taking him fully inside my warm mouth. I sucked hard on his knob and poked the tip of my tongue into the tiny eye of his slit and tasted his precome as it dribbled out of the hole. I repeated this many times as I felt him swell even further and then his shaft pushed against my lips and he grasped my hair and forced me lower, making me take his long cock into my throat. I felt a dark panic fill me then I relaxed as my breathing eased as his cock tip slipped inside my throat and he started to use me as a fuck toy, shafting me for his pleasure as I knelt over him. I felt his cock pulsate and throb against my lips and in my throat and then the first jet of his sperm thudded against the back of my mouth before he withdrew and fountained his white cream over my nose, chin and cheeks and even into my eyes as I stayed there, taking all he had to give me. I welcomed the tarnishing touch of his seed, licking my lips to take more of it into my mouth while the rest dribbled slowly and stickily down my face.
"Now you need to go and get the ewer and basin from the kitchen and come back and wash me," he commented calmly and, almost in a daze, I went and got them. Then I knelt once again at his feet and used a flannel to sponge off the residue of his sticky come from his cock before I was allowed to wash my face.
I went home that night a few minutes later still able to taste the saltiness of his come deep in my throat and in two minds, wondering whether to return or not. The dark devil inside me however knew that I would be back as I idly clutched the front door key to his house in my hand!
Chapter Two
I gave notice on my poky little room the very next morning and moved out quickly, packing all my meagre possessions up in just an hour and loading them into my car before I headed back to my new home. Sir wasn't there but I let myself in with the key he had given me the night before then carted the boxes with my stuff up all the stairs and placed them in the little bedroom. There were two tall wardrobes squeezed in under the eaves so I unpacked my clothes and hung them up alongside the variety of maids' outfits that were already there before I arranged some of my knickknacks and ornaments on the window sill and the chest of drawers by the bed.
I felt quite exhausted after all that exertion so I sat down on the single bed with its brass headboard and footboard and read the embroidered homily on the wall opposite that exhorted me to do what was right in the eyes of the Lord. I laughed scathingly before I undressed and then donned my new uniform, inspecting myself carefully in the cheval glass to make sure that the seams in my black stockings were straight, before I went downstairs to tidy up and clean.
I started in the kitchen and gave it a thorough scrub from top to bottom, making the Aga gleam like new, before I moved on to the sitting room and hoovered it. I went to examine the cellar to see if that needed cleaning but the door was locked and I could not find a key so I shrugged my slim shoulders and made myself a strong cup of tea. I found a packet of biscuits in one of the cupboards and sat down in the sitting room for a short break. As I sat on the same chair that I had been leaning over the previous night, my bottom gave a twinge and I recollected the delightful pain caused by Sir's hand and I gave a rueful grin, shaking my head as I tried to deny my enjoyment of the punishment. It had kept me awake for a few hours when I had got back to my room and in the end I had had to resort to using my fingers on my swollen clitoris, rubbing the erect bud harder and harder until I had come with a silent shudder, stuffing my other hand in my mouth to prevent my pleasure being broadcast through the thin walls.
My clit seemed to pulse with the sweet memory and so I took my empty cup back to the kitchen and trotted up the stairs, saucily wiggling my arse cheeks as I knew just exactly what I was about to do. My favourite toy was calling out to me and I unearthed it from where it was secreted safely in my holdall and lovingly rubbed my fingers along its immense length and round its girth. The suction base glued it securely to the bedside chest and I moved the cheval mirror slightly so that I could view myself as I bent down and took the rubbery phallus into my mouth while my fingers stroked across the groove of my quim. Desire flowed through me in waves and I could not resist slipping my forefinger inside my panties and up into my tight tube, sliding it deep in past the knuckle then pulling it back out and sniffing my arousal before I sucked it dry. I hoicked up the short skirt past my hips then slipped off the panties and positioned my questing quim mouth over the head of the cock then lowered myself gently, feeling the head begin to stretch me. The sensation was exquisite and my breath caught in my throat as I was opened wider and wider until the thick glans slipped in and my labial lips closed around it and rested on the long shaft. I could see the dark curls of my pubic hair and then the shiny pinkness of the artificial phallus entering me in the mirrored glass and I moved up and down slowly, waiting for my juices to oil the monstrous dildo before I allowed my thighs to part and accepted more of the shaft into my aching body. My breathing deepened and I watched my breast rise and fall beneath the starched white blouse and wished for someone to tease them with their tongue as my nipples hardened into prominent peaks when I fucked myself harder, raising and lowering my thighs and feeling the cock sliding in and out of me.
