*** This is a story in my Jeannine, the Naughty Belgian Nanny Series. This story picks up shortly after the events in My Life in Service. In this story, Jeannine learns more about what her life in service will entail. I hope you enjoy. ***
Chapter 1
I knew that my life had just changed drastically, but I still didn't fully understand what these changes would be. My command of English is not great, so I am trying to persuade myself that I must have misunderstood what Marie had said. Yes, she was upset because I had been fucking around with her husband, so she must have just been punishing me and trying to scare me to stay away from James. However, I could not be more wrong.
I hear James drive up and come in the house. From my room in the attic, I am too far away from the living room to hear anything discussed between James and Marie. I don't hear any screaming, so I take that as a good sign. My heart is beating so hard in my chest that I am sure that anyone looking at me, would see it beating through my ample chest. Then I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and I gasp, I hold my breath, and I feel like time has stopped, as I watch the door knob turn.
In walks James followed by Marie. I see the looks on their faces and suddenly my legs feel weak and I feel like I will pee myself. They move close to me, each standing in front of me, but to opposite sides of me. It is impossible to look directly at both of them at the same time, so I have to switch back and forth. This unnerves me and makes me feel like a trapped animal. Neither says a word for what seems like an hour, but is probably not more than five minutes or so. It makes me feel even more nervous and desperate for them to say something... ANYTHING.
"So, Marie tells me that you finally understand your purpose in this house. Is that true whore?" he asked me. This was not what I meant when I thought "anything". It was also not something I even had a clue how to answer, so I just stood there with my mouth open, gaping, looking from one to the other.
SLAP, Marie slaps me right across the face with a sharp sting and yells, "Don't make me look like a liar you stupid cow. Tell James what I told you!"
"Sssshe said I was going to do a lot more to serve you both, James," I answer as I rub my stinging face with my hand.
SLAP, Marie slaps my other cheek, fast and violently. "James???? Is He your lover or your Boss, you fucking whore? You will address Him as Sir or Master from now on. Is that clear BITCH???"
"Yyyyesss, Miss Marie... I am sssorry. I didn't mean anyhing by that. I will do better," I answer her, as I look at the ground.
"You better do a LOT better you stupid cunt. And if you really want to do better, you need to learn your place. Get on your knees bitch, NOW!" Marie orders.
My legs are trembling and my breathing is ragged, as I lower myself to my knees. I can't look up at them and I feel the heat rise in my chest and face, as I blush so red. I see how my chest is rising and falling, as my breath is more like panting. I feel such an overwhelming feeling of shame and humiliation. I feel so afraid and trapped. I also start to feel an all too familiar excitement, that I have felt so many times before back in Belgium, while kneeling at the feet of way too many Men, waiting for them to shove their cocks in my mouth. Then I started to feel the inevitable heat and dampness seeping into my panties. I can't help my instinctual reaction and I start to squirm from side to side. as I feel my juices start to leak out of my panties and down my leg.
"Oh my GOD," Marie says, as she notices my squirming and the shine of my juices on my thigh. "She is fucking getting off on this, James. Look at how her cunt is leaking all down her legs. Oh we definitely found the right whore. We struck gold with this slut" They both laugh, shaming me even more, but also making jolts of electric excitement shoot through my entire body, exploding in my already oversensitive pussy. I audibly gasp, which confirms to them that they did, in fact, have me exactly where they wanted me... exactly where I belonged.
"Go ahead whore, rub that needy cunt. I know you want to. I know you need to. Don't you, you nasty cunt?" Marie asked me.
I don't look up... I can't look up... I just nod, as I feel the heat from my face through my neck to my chest, as I blush even redder than before.
"Rub your whore slit you nasty cunt. Put on a show for us. Make it good," Marie commands me.
I reach up under the skirt of my maid uniform... my hand is trembling... I feel the heat and wetness as my hand cups my panty covered pussy. I moan. Without thinking, I push my knees farther apart, opening myself so I can get more of my hand on my needy pussy.