So, I thought, this was it. My long-suppressed submissiveness was about to be brought out in front of my butler and now, the maid. The very thought made me shiver with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation.
"How did he know?" I asked Emma.
"The same reason I knew, the look in your eyes. When you are feeling submissive your eyes take on a dreamy aspect which makes you give a particular smile. If you want to be Penny the schoolgirl, Miss, you will have to be prepared for the consequences."
There was an edge to Emma's voice, which had taken on a breathless quality. Talking of looks in the eyes, hers had an almost predatory look.
"And what might those be?" I asked, tremulously.
Mellors will want to spank you and fuck you, and I will want you to submit to me. In short, Lady Penelope will have to vanish, and you will become our adult schoolgirl - Penny."
She looked at me. Our eyes locked.
"Do you understand?"
"I do, Miss," I replied. But even as I did so, I was aware of something stirring deep in my subconscious. The excitement of the moment kept it well suppressed, and once we reached the bedroom, other matters subsumed it; but it stayed there.
"Get your uniform," Emma ordered.
I loved to dress up in my old school uniform, but it had always been a strictly private pleasure. Now I was committing myself to make it public, and in circumstances where I was going to lose any control over what would happen to me. Even as I was wondering how I could want to do this; I was wrestling with the fact that my knickers were flooded. Bearing that in mind, I took a pair of plain white cotton knickers from my drawer.
"They look very suitable - for a schoolgirl," Emma said.
"Yes, Miss," I replied, getting into character.
"Strip."
The very word made me shiver. My knickers were suddenly warmer and wetter. Slowly I wriggled out of my little black dress, and then unclasped my stockings, rolling them down before removing the suspender belt and, lastly, my sopping wet black knickers, which left spider's webs of stickiness as I pulled them down.
"Filthy girl, what is that?" Emma asked, harshly, running her fingers across the viscous mess in the gusset of my knickers. "You are really getting off on this, aren't you, Penny?"
Her tone of voice, the way she looked at me, and the fact that I was standing stark naked in front of my maid, had all contributed to the mess, but I knew what she wanted to hear.
"It is my cunt juice, Miss, I am a dirty little slut."
I gasped loudly as her hand made sharp contact with my left buttock.
"Get ready for school, girl."
I went to grab a white bra, only to find Emma slapping my hand.
"No way, girl! Those tiny titlets do not need a bra, just put your blouse on!"
I felt a hot flush come to my face. She knew how sensitive I was about my lack of boobs, and in drawing attention to that, she knew what she was triggering in me.
"Yes, Miss," I said, doing as I was told, before putting my white knickers on. I did up my tartan school skirt and put on my white socks and school shoes.
"Good girl, now let me deal with you."
Emma took a cloth and some cream and began to wipe off my make up.
"Schoolgirls do not wear make-up, Penny, so you have already committed one infraction; that will be six strokes of the cane. I think you'd look better with your hair in bunches, do you have any ribbons?"
"Yes Miss," I said, giving her two red ones from the drawer.
Watching her fascinated me. I knew what she was triggering in me, but it was equally clear that treating me like this was triggering something in her. Her usual submissive vibe had been replaced by a feral, sexual desire. Whatever had been going on between Mellors and Emma, it was clear that she thought that I could add appreciably to it.
"Now, let's get you back to Mr Mellors."
The broad, lascivious grin with which he greeted our return told me nothing that I had not expected, and the look he gave Emma confirmed my suspicion that having me like this was something they both wanted; the thought made my new knickers wet.
"Well, well, where is her ladyship? What is this I see?"
Biting my lower lip and blushing, as his gaze travelled all over my body, I replied:
"A slutty schoolgirl, Sir."
"She has already earned six stripes, Mr Mellors, she was wearing make-up. She may deserve more if her dirty little cunt is wet."
Mellors cocked an eyebrow, looking at Emma with new respect as she upped her game.
"Check the little slut's cunt."
Every time those words made my cunt twitch. I hated the 'c' word in ordinary life, so having it applied to me here, and having to use the word myself, triggered another flood into my already sticky knickers. To have my butler call me a "slut" in front of the maid, and to have her finger me in front of him, raised the humiliation stakes to a level which we all three knew would push me closer to the edge.
Her eyes fixed on Mellors, Emma yanked my knickers down roughly.
"The slut's cunt is sopping wet, and it looks like she's cum in her knickers. Do you want to get her to suck your cock before she gets her arse seen to?"
"That's a good idea, get on your knees and give me your best blow job, girl!"
At that moment, something happened to me. I had reached that edge, but not with the result that I had anticipated. That feeling which had been bubbling away in my subconscious found its way to the surface through the lascivious thoughts released by being freed from my usual inhibitions. Suddenly I knew what I wanted.
Pulling my knickers back up, I slapped Emma's hands away with one hand and, with my other, took a swing at Mellors' cock, making him gasp as I did so.
"I think not! If there is a blow job to be given, Emma, you are giving it. Now get down there before I take that paddle and use it on his cock and your arse."
There was a moment's utter silence. Each of them stared at each other, speechless. But the look in their eyes told me all I needed to know.
Emma scrambled to her knees and, even before I could grasp her head, her mouth was on Mellors' cock. Taken by surprise at the speed of the transformation, his focus immediately switched to his own satisfaction. I stood for a moment, watching my would-be domme on her knees giving a blow job to my would-be master.
This, I realised, this was what I wanted. There was no reason why the power I had in our everyday lives could not be transferred to this sphere - if both were willing, and it was clear from their reaction that they were.
Taking up the cane, I got behind Mellors and began to use it on him. Gripping Emma's head to keep himself upright, he bore the pain well - indeed, more than that, he loved it. With each stroke which marked his arse, he gasped; it was clear to me he was getting as much out of being caned as he was from Emma's mouth.
With each swish of the cane on his arse, his body jerked forward. With each push forward, Emma's mouth took more of him. I left enough time between strokes to allow him to use Emma's mouth as though it were her cunt. Torn between the ecstasy of her lips, and the painful pleasure of his caning, it was not long before Mellors was crying for release.
"May I, may I?"
"May you what, you dirty boy?"
"May I cum in her mouth Miss?"
"Yes," responded, with a sharp whack to his striped arse.
In a moment, as he grunted and shook, Emma's mouth was dripping with his cum; there was more than she could gulp. He held on to her head and shuddered as he spent himself. Only when he was finished did she let go. She looked at me, blushing, but with her eyes alight with erotic excitement.
"Did you drain him, Emma?"
