"Lads!" Laura said and hugged each man, and Cindy stood a little bit behind her. "This is Cindy. Cindy, this is Steve."
Steve stepped forward and gave Cindy a hug, and a kiss on the cheek, and said "Hey Cindy. I've heard a lot about you."
"I've heard a lot about you too," Cindy replied. She was blushing from the peck on the cheek. She was using a different, softer and more careful voice than normal, one that until now I had only heard her use when she spoke with business leaders.
"And this delicious thing is Brian." Brian stepped forward and politely shook Cindy's hand. "A pleasure," he said, looking her straight in the eyes.
"What do you think? Is she as gorgeous as I said?" Laura asked.
"Delightful," said Brian.
Cindy looked down shyly, and pursed her full lips. Her cheeks were flushed.
"Very beautiful," said Brian sincerely.
"Thank you," Cindy said modestly, looking up now to meet his eyes.
"And Cindy, is Brian as handsome as in his photos?"
"More handsome," said Cindy in a quiet voice that was not like her.
I felt a knot tighten inside me. What had I done? I glanced up to see the men. They were handsome and likeable young men. They were about 27, the same age as the girls. They were dressed smartly, in dark jackets and light shirts. Of course any woman would be impressed by them. And what was I? I was a slightly ugly, wrinkled forty five year old man standing dressed as a maid, ready to speak in a little girl's voice. I was nothing. I was less than nothing.
Brian caught me glancing at him, and I looked down quickly, but too late. He strolled toward me leisurely. All eyes were on me. "So Cindy, I guess this must be your boss?"
"Yes, that's my boss," she chuckled.
They all observed silently as Brian stood squarely in front of me. I continued looking down at my feet, and now at his feet too. Cindy was watching us both and I had no doubt which of us she found more attractive. Brian looked me up and down, saying nothing. I could only imagine the expression he wore. Laura approached and said "Peter, this is Brian."
I curtsied and said as quietly as possible "Nice to meet you sir."
"That's awful! Where are your manners? Look at a guest when you greet him, and speak up!" Laura commanded.
I looked into Brian's dark, taunting eyes and said more loudly, in my little girl's voice, "Nice to meet you sir."
"LOUDER" Laura insisted.
"Nice to meet you, sir." I didn't dare to look away. He was so handsome, and I felt so ugly. He just grinned with his Clooney eyes at me and held my gaze. I could see Cindy watching, with arms crossed up under her full breasts, from the periphery of my vision. Brian chuckled, "Nice to meet you too buddy, nice to meet you too."
"And this is Steve." I turned to face Steve, met his gaze, curtsied and said clearly in my feminine falsetto: "Nice to meet you, sir." He was standing beside Cindy, and she was smiling and amused, like the others, exchanging astonished, ironic glances, and looking right through me as though I was nothing. I was not in on the joke: I was the joke.
"Manners!" Laura reminded. "Approach your guests when you greet them."
I took a few steps toward Steve, and repeated my greeting. He was not as handsome as Brian, but he clearly was the funny one. Cindy was right beside him, and I could not avoid being caught by her amused eyes. There was nowhere to hide. My cock strained against the panties. He just laughed at me. "My god, dude, what are you wearing?" I started to stammer a reply but he waved his hand at me "Don't answer that." Everyone laughed, not so much at what he had said as at his comically dismissive gesture. I could pick Cindy's laugh out from the others, but she was one of them, and I was not. I despaired that I had utterly lost her now; that there would never again be a chance for me to win her affection: this despair drove to a fever pitch my need to serve and to worship her. To worship and to serve Cindy was the only thing in the world that I wanted.
"Have a seat guys," Laura said warmly. Laura and Steve sat together, and Cindy sat close to Brian. "Make us some popcorn," she said to me shortly.
"Yes Ms" I curtsied, and went toward the kitchen.
"WALK! I'm not going to say that again! Next time you will go home! Get back here and do it again!"
All four watched incredulously as I wiggled my hips and minced back to where I had been standing, and said "Yes Ms," in a tiny little girl's voice, and then minced back to the kitchen. No one said anything throughout this performance. As I entered the kitchen, I heard Brian ask loudly "What is that guy's malfunction?"
"Don't worry about him," Laura said, "It's what makes him happy. You have two sexy girls in the room. Don't you think you should be focusing on something else?"
They changed the topic, and engaged in small talk, getting to know one another. By the time I returned with the microwave popcorn, they had for the most part paired off. Laura and Steve were flirting overtly, poking and pulling at one another, and Cindy and Brian were sitting close to one another, speaking quietly about themselves. Brian's arm was up on the back of the sofa, and Cindy's knees were up on the pillows, and she was facing squarely towards him. No one looked up at me as I put the popcorn down, curtsied, and took a few steps back, not sure what to do. I held my index finger and looked at my feet. As no one said anything I moved to against the wall, and simply stood there, awaiting instruction. After several minutes my legs were tired and I felt restless and I shifted my weight from foot to foot. Cindy and Brian seemed to be getting along very well. Brian was quiet, polite, understanding and mature. Cindy was quiet and tender, and I felt that this was just the type of man that appealed to her. What had I done! My heart bled with jealousy as I stood there uncomfortably shifting from foot to foot, unnoticed and utterly superfluous.
I could not help but gaze up on occasion to see what was going on between Cindy and Brian. He was speaking to her in a deep and sonorous voice, and she was listening closely, gazing from his eyes to his lips. He had his hand on her knee and she did not seem to notice.
"That's enough of that!" Laura barked, and I looked down, hoping it had not been directed at me. As she approached me, I knew my hopes were in vain. I felt a sharp pain as she took me by the earlobe, pulled my head down so I was stooped over, and led me over to where Brian and Cindy were seated. I was in shock from the sudden breaking of my meditation. She held my ear so that I was bent over facing Cindy and Brian. They had straightened up and were looking at me. They also seemed confused about what had set Laura off.
When dreaming of this event, I had thought that Cindy would be too shy to look at me in this situation: now I realized that I had been a vain fool to think this. Why should she be ashamed? Her cheeks were flushed but her jaw was forward defiantly, proudly, as if to say, 'this is what you want, this is what you get.' She was looking straight into my eyes, part in scorn, and part in indifference. Brian was looking at me impatiently. He did not seem happy to have to have been interrupted. He used the opportunity however to let his arm sink from the back of the coach to over Cindy's shoulders. I was stupid enough to feel surprised that she did not resist the liberty he had taken. It had never been that she was too pure; it was just that she didn't want me!
Laura intoned regally: "Now I want you to apologize to Brian and Cindy." My heart was in my throat and I gasped "for what?" She let loose with five solid barehanded swats to my ass, pulling my ear lower as she did so. I squirmed and wriggled in shock. Cindy, Brian and Steve erupted in laughter.
"Brian and Cindy are trying to get to know one another, and they don't want your ugly mug mooning over at them the whole time." She let go of my ear. "Go and get that chair, she commanded, pointing at straight backed wooden chair at the dining table. "Bring it here."
I went to get the chair. "WALK! Goddamn it you are thick! Here. Other way!"
She had me place the straight backed chair with the seat facing Cindy and Brian. "Bend over. Hold onto the seat." I bent over the back of the chair and held onto the seat in front of me, my head and face toward Cindy and Brian. I hung my head in shame. "Head up. If you are sincere you look in someone's eyes when you apologize." I looked up into the onslaught of their gazes. Cindy and Brian had become more comfortable in preparing for the show that seemed to be coming. They both sat facing me, their backs sunk into the sofa. Brian's arm was over Cindy's shoulder, and she had moved in close to him, with her head beside his shoulder. I noticed, with a stab of pain in my heart, that her hand rested high up on his thigh. They seemed to be such a good couple: two young beautiful people so suited to one another. They looked at me coldly: I was only a disturbance, intruding on their privacy, but they were willing to witness the show that Laura was about to put on.
In one sudden movement I felt my panties pulled down to under my ass cheeks, and my skirt thrown up over my arched back. Cindy humph-ed, and moved in more closely to Colin, holding my eyes with a steely gaze. My big white ass bulged out obscene, vulnerable and comic.
Laura rested her hand on my back and addressed Cindy. "Do you feel comfortable with Peter staring at you and Brian?" Cindy looked over my head at Laura behind me, and curled her lip in disdain. "Disgusting," she said flatly and finally. "Absolutely no."
I groaned softly, and felt tears well up in my eyes.
Laura walked away to the far side of the room, fumbled in a drawer, and began to walk back toward me from behind. Cindy's eyes lit up at Laura behind me, and they exchanged a giggle. Brian looked from Laura to me with a bored expression.
Suddenly, I heard the whistle of a cane, and felt the wind of it's passing behind my buttocks. I closed my eyes and sighed in despair.
"Oh yeah baby: you look hot," Brian encouraged Laura, "give it to him."
When I opened my eyes, Cindy eyes were fixed on mine coldly, her jaw set proudly in a smirk. With her eyes, she let me know that there could be no doubt about who should be uncomfortable with the proceedings, and it was not her. Siddhartha eyes, that looked at me without seeing me. She reached up and stroked Collin's chest, her eyes burning into mine defiantly. Brian sat stiff and proud, his handsome lip curled in disdain. He stroked Cindy's elbow, and pulled her into him more closely. I began to tremble.
The first crack landed and I let out a masculine gasp. Three more landed in quick succession, and as I danced around holding my ass, the others erupted in laughter, and Laura scolded "Voice! Voice! Back down, or walk out that door this minute!" I stopped rubbing at the urgent stinging of my ass and bent back down over the back of the chair, and took a hold of the front of the seat. I flinched as the cane whistled through the air again behind me, and I caught Cindy and Brian meet eyes and smirk. Their lips were inches apart. My punishment seemed to be causing them some arousal, though they may not have known it.
"Voice. Remember the voice. After each stroke I want you to tell Brian that you are sorry for gawking at his date." Brian grinned, gaining interest in what was to come. He pulled Cindy in to him, and she stared straight at me, with a look of contempt so powerful that I could not help but whisper: "I love you Cindy, all of this is to show you how I love. . ." Before I'd completed the cane rained down again upon my naked ass, until I grabbed at my burning cheeks and danced on the spot pleading again and again "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
