It turned out that Conor was going on a golfing holiday in Portugal and he was taking another woman as his partner. I'd seen him with her at the club once. I'd thought she was his niece. Melissa; young, like only 21 or 22, and super-hot.
"Can you take a week off work to babysit the shrew?"
I couldn't take annual leave but ...
"I could work from home?" I suggested.
"That works." He chuckled. "Thanks."
This was to be very different, taking Kat in for a whole week, rather than just her brief visits for purely sexual purposes. So, I was determined to make the most of it. In fact, Conor demanded it.
"You'll be working 16-hour days." I told her.
She was dressed in the housemaid's uniform that I'd specified. "Seven in the morning until eleven at night."
She nodded. "Yes Sir."
My ex got our house when we divorced. So now I live in a modest two-bedroom cottage at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac. And at this stage it was a complete tip. Frankly, I hadn't done more than essential housework for years.
The dust and grime were thick. There were piles of old magazines and papers everywhere. The kitchen was a shambles and the fridge had mould. I won't even try and describe the bathroom. But by the end of the week it was going to look like a show-home.
Conor face-timed me from Portugal once he and Melissa had settled into their room. They were both wearing white robes and had wet hair.
"How's she doing?" he asked.
I turned my phone so they could both see. Kat was on her hands and knees scrubbing my kitchen floor tiles with a toothbrush. Her maid's outfit was one of those cheap, tacky ones women can buy for fancy dress parties; a lowcut top, miniskirt, fishnet stockings and PVC stiletto heels.
Her black skirt was flipped up over the small of her back where I'd left it. Her red buttocks were on show between her suspender belt and stockings.
"Did you need to beat her?"
"Yep. But just 12 strokes. She was working too slow."
Conor laughed. "Let's see her cunt."
I got up and gave them a closeup. "Part your knees."
