Jennifer lay on her bed, her ass still stinging from Paul's spanking, and couldn't believe how much his forcefulness and spankings had turned her on. She had never been as wet between her legs before, not unless she had spent hours masturbating. She had changed her clothes the minute she returned to her room, there was no way she could have kept the same panties on, and just thrown on jeans and a t-shirt.
She had been there for an hour or so before she heard footsteps outside her door. Listening carefully she tried to work out which one of them it was, Paul or granddad, but couldn't be sure. She had thought about telling her granddad what Paul was like, but wasn't sure how to. She couldn't just blurt out that his son had spanked her and made her suck his cock.
Knowing she couldn't stay hidden away in her room all day she opened her door and headed down the stairs, and straight to the kitchen to get a drink. As she walked in she saw her granddad sitting there, reading the paper.
"Is everything okay Jennifer?" He asked.
"Err yes thanks granddad," she replied.
"Are you sure?"
She decided that the best way to tell him was to just blurt it out and let him deal with it.
"Yes apart from..." she began to say.
"Dad have you got a minute," Paul called from outside the kitchen.
Jennifer hadn't even heard him come back downstairs.
"Jennifer's in here she was just about to tell me something."
"It's okay granddad see what Paul wants," she said. "It can wait."
As he went she realized what a close call that had been. If Paul had heard her telling his dad what he was up to she dreaded to think what he would do to her.
She put her cup in the sink and went to leave the kitchen, before thinking that she really ought to clean her cup first. As she stood at the sink she shocked herself by starting to think about what Paul did to her earlier, right at the same spot, and realized that she was becoming wet again at the thought of it.
"Hello Jennifer," Paul said bringing her back to reality.
She spun around to face him.
"H-Hi Paul how are you"? She asked slightly nervously.
"I'm very good thanks," he said nonchalantly. "And how are you?"
"F-Fine thank you I've just washed the cup I have used look," she said showing him that she had done it properly.
"That's good but don't worry about that now."
"Oh okay then."
"No I've got something more important to ask, no tell, you."
"What's that" She asked expecting another spanking.
"Well tonight granddad and I are having a few friends round to play poker," he began. "It's a once a month thing."
"Oh okay I'll stay out of the way," Jennifer said. "Or I could go out for a few hours."
Paul smiled as Jennifer said that and shook his head, filling her with trepidation.
"That won't be necessary," Paul said. "Because you are going to be the hostess."
"What the fuck do you mean?" Jennifer asked.
She wasn't here to wait hand on foot after him, or be a maid, she was here to start a new job.
"What I fucking mean is you will greet our guests, take their coats, serve their drinks and do what you are fucking told."
"No I fucking won't."
"Please yourself," Paul said and stood up. "But you really don't want to let me down."
Paul started to walk around the table and Jennifer braced herself, expecting to be dragged out of her chair. Instead he walked behind her and bent his head right next to hers.
"What you will wear is on your bed," he whispered. "I suggest you think carefully about it because they will be here at seven-thirty."
He then just walked out of the kitchen, no spanking, nothing, just went and left her sitting there. She began to think about what he had said and knew that, if she didn't she would get at least another spanking, maybe more.
She stood up, left the kitchen, and went back to her room to see what she was supposed to wear. She couldn't decide whether disobeying Paul and receiving another spanking, or playing maid to his friends, would be the worst. That's if Paul stopped at spanking, that she could cope with, but there was a chance he would demand more for showing him up.
She opened her bedroom door and walked over to her bed. She stared open mouthed when she saw her 'uniform'. Laid out on the bed was a proper maid uniform, like the ones bought from adult sex shops. It was black with white lace trim, a white lace choker, and matching apron. There was also a pair of strapless black shoes with a lace look, leather trim, a strapless satin white bra, matching thong and black stockings and suspender belt. She had never dressed up before, let alone in front of a room full of strangers, and she wasn't sure that she would be able to go through with it, no matter what she was threatened with.
Looking at the clock she saw it was five o'clock, two and a half hours before Paul's guests arrived, and finally decided that she would at least try the clothes on even if she didn't end up doing what Paul had demanded of her. First she decided to have a shower though. She got a pair of grey jogging bottoms and gray t-shirt out then went into her bathroom. She turned the shower on and stripped out of her clothes as she waited for it to heat up.
She turned to check the temperature with her hand, before climbing in, and caught sit of her ass in the mirror. The redness had gone down quite a lot and she rubbed her hand, lightly, over it. The marks were still warm too touch and slightly raised, but not as bad as she thought they would be. She felt the temperature again and climbed in. As the hot water came into contact with her ass she winced a little, as it felt like she had been stung.
She turned around and tilted her head back, allowing the water to splash just under her chin, and then run down over her tits and down her front. Picking up the shower gel she squeezed some into her hands and began to rub it all over her tits, stomach and pussy, allowing her fingers to linger between her legs a little longer than necessary. Closing her eyes she starting to think about Paul's firm hand slapping down against her ass and began to slip a finger in and out of her pussy.
She was almost ready to cum when she was sure she heard a loud banging on her bedroom door. She turned off the shower, wrapped a towel around herself, and went into her bedroom the knocking continued, getting even louder, and she went to open her door slightly.
"Ready to fucking answer now are we?" Paul said, his face like thunder, as she looked through the gap.
"S-Sorry Paul," Jennifer stammered. "I was having a shower."
"Have you decided to do as you were fucking told then?"
"Look Paul I don't know if I can," she told him. "Not in front of strangers."
"I think you know you will," Paul said angrily, "WON'T YOU!"
He then just stormed out of the room, slamming the door that hard Jennifer though it would come off its hinges. She sat and looked at the maid's uniform laid out on her bed again before letting the towel fall to the floor. She watched herself in the mirror as she slowly put the thong and bra on, before stepping into the maids dress and doing it up. Finally she attached the apron put the choker around her neck, and slipped the shoes on, then looked at her reflection.
As she stared at herself, in the full maid's uniform, even she had to admit that she looked hot. The skirt came down less than halfway to her knees, her tits were pushed together and upwards, giving the illusion that they were larger than they really were. The curve of them made it look they were going to spill from the top of the uniform and in the heeled maid shoes she looked a lot taller. She turned around and looked over her shoulder. She would have to be careful if she bent over though, otherwise everyone would see her ass.
Finally deciding that, no matter what Paul did, she couldn't walk around in a room full of strangers dressed the way she was. As she reached around her back, to undo the outfit, her door burst open and she spun to see who it was.
"Very good Jennifer IO knew you would see sense," Paul said standing there.
"I am not going to do it Paul," Jennifer answered adamantly.
"Of course you are," Paul said calmly. "Look you're already dressed you're that eager."
"Look I said I'm not and even if it means I leave this house I won't change my mind."
"You stupid little bitch," Paul hissed. "You will do it and you will come with me now"
"Paul please," Jennifer said practically begging.
Paul wasn't listening anymore, took two steps forward, and wrapped one of his large hands around her upper arm before dragging her out of the bedroom. Jennifer tried to pull away but the more she did the tighter Paul held her and, to her horror, realized that she was getting turned on. Paul dragged her down the stairs, Jennifer almost falling as he did, and into the dining room.
