My Lord 2

"My Lord, you have to do something about Kendra," Martha, the housekeeper, informed me, flushed with indignation.

I sighed quietly. Kendra and a complaint. Standard procedure. It wasn't that Kendra ever did anything really wrong. It was just that she and Martha never saw eye to eye on anything. While Martha was in her sixties and Kendra only nineteen any disagreement with what Martha wanted was seen as a direct assault upon her authority and knowledge. Kendra, on the other hand, was an intelligent young lady who knew what she was doing and didn't mind saying so.

"What has she done now?" I asked.

"It's the silver," she said and a shiver ran up my spine. That stuff was valuable and an heirloom.

"What about the silver?" I asked with a touch of ice in my voice.

"She's ruined it. All of it. I should never have asked her to clean it. I knew she doesn't do things right."

How cleaning the silver could ruin I didn't know but I suspected I was about to find out. If Kendra had ruined it Martha wouldn't need to worry about Kendra any more. I'd personally strangle her.

"Exactly what did she do?"

"She didn't use the approved silver cleaner. She used a different product and who knows what it's done to the silver."

Well neither Martha nor I knew but I suspected that Kendra knew very well. It's like I said -- she did things very well. If only her diplomatic skills were up to a par with her other abilities.

"Did you bring the product with you and a sample of the silver?" I asked hopefully.

"Naturally," she said with a sniff, taking a small bottle and a couple of pieces of silver from her pocket.

I took them from her and examined them. The silver shone, the brightest I'd ever seen it. Twisting it back and forth I couldn't see the slightest semblance of a scratch. Rather than ruined I'd have said it was better than when new. Looking over the polish I saw that it wasn't a well-known brand but I had heard of it. I'd been behind the scenes at the museum while the curators were cleaning old silver. This was what they'd been using. If the museum used it it was unlikely to be detrimental to the silver.

"Did Kendra say why she used this product?" I asked.

"She said it was a superior product. Ha! How would she know? She's just a child. I've been using my standard brand for thirty years and it has always done an excellent job."

But the silver never shone as brightly as it did now. Still I'd have to do something about Kendra. I checked my diary, determining who would be around at the various times and finally told Martha to send Kendra to see me at a certain time. With that I dismissed her and went back to my work.

Kendra arrived at the nominated and I invited her into the office, closing the door behind her. She was dressed in her standard maid's outfit but I was sure the skirt wasn't supposed to be that short. A couple of inches above the knee, if memory served, which it did very well. Also I hadn't realised that the maid's tops were quite that tight, forcing the material to stretch. However she wasn't here to discuss any shortcoming in her uniform.

"Do you have any idea why you're here?" I asked her.

"Yes. I'm here because Martha got her nose in a snit because I did such an excellent job on the silver and she hadn't expected me to."

"A good guess but that's not the reason. Tell me, did you know that the silver was due to be cleaned?"

"Yes, but.." I held up a hand to interrupt her.

"Did you know that you were the person most likely to get the job?"

"Yes."

"Did you buy that silver polish in advance knowing you were going to use it?"

A more cautious yes this time.

"Did you know that you're not supposed to buy things for the estate without prior approval?"

"Um, yes, but this was for my personal use."

"Oh? Own much silver do you?"

"You know I don't."

"I suspected but didn't really know. However, since you bought it intending to use it at work to do your official duties you effectively bought it for the estate. Make sure you see Jenkins to be reimbursed. Tell him I've authorised it."

"Yes sir." That was on a happier note. That polish was expensive and she didn't make all that much.

"Did you know that Martha has a standard polish that she always uses for the silver?"

"Yes."

"Why not just use it?"

"It's not a good product for silver. It does the job but it doesn't add that shine that silver is supposed to have. The polish I got does."

It certainly did. Very nicely, too.

"Did it occur to you to polish a couple of pieces, one with your polish and one with Martha's, and then show them to Martha so she could compare them? She might have agreed to switch polishes and all the current nonsense would have been avoided. It's called diplomacy, a skill you seem to lack. Watch Jenkins. He has the skill in abundance."

"But Martha wouldn't have accepted the new polish, especially as it was my idea."

"Then you would have grounds to appeal to Jenkins. He'd have seen the improvement and chosen the new product. And he'd have sold the change to Martha in such a way that she would have thought it was her own idea."

"But it wasn't her idea. It was mine."

"And Jenkins would have known that and would have made sure that I knew it. Martha might have been loudly congratulated for her forward thinking but your record would have had an approving comment added."

Kendra blushed slightly and I smiled.

"Let me guess. Jenkins happened to drop by the kitchen earlier and saw the silver. He congratulated Martha on a job well done and she boasted about the new polish?"

Kendra had an irritated look. "Yes, and Martha had no qualms about taking all the credit."

"And why did you think Jenkins just happened to drop by?"

She looked blank for a while and then the light dawned. "You sent him."

"I might have suggested something. He did inform me that two notes have been added to your file."

"Two?"

"A commendation for the new polish and a criticism regarding your diplomacy skills."

"I have diplomacy skills. I can be tactful."

"Just not where Martha is concerned, right?"

She blushed and looked elsewhere.

"You might like to know that Martha was so upset she complained to me about you ruining the silver and how you should be fired. While firing might be a bit excessive I do think a penalty of some sort should be applied. You deliberately upset a fellow worker and your boss for fun. That does not make for a harmonious work place."

"What are you going to do?"

"I had considered beating your bottom to see if I could knock some sense into you but now I'm not so sure."

"You wouldn't," she gasped.

"I would," I contradicted her, "but right now I have another idea. Lean forward over that side table please."

I leaned back in my chair, sitting comfortably. Kendra gave me a suspicious look, saw that I was out of reach, and turned towards the table and bent forward. It was just as I expected. Her too short skirt rose, showing off her panties. They weren't the panties issued with the uniform and were a pale lilac in colour. I'd have been shocked if they had been the official panties. Martha chose those and I don't think a single maid wore them.

I rose to my feet and moved around my desk. Even as I did so Kendra was standing upright again and turning to face me. I had no doubt that she knew what she flashed when she bent over.

"I'm not getting spanked," she snapped at me.

"True," I agreed happily. "Now kneel on the floor."

She did so and I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed forward. She leaned forward against the pressure, her arms going down in front of her to support her.

"That's my girl," I approved. "Now head down and bottom up."

"What do you think you're doing," she demanded and I laughed.

"You can wait and see or take a guess. You'll know soon enough."

I lifted her skirt, clearing her behind.

"You do know your skirt is a lot shorter than that requested?"

"It's just a suggestion. No-one said it had to be a specific length and no-one has complained. Except Marta," she added, determined to be accurate. I already knew Martha objected to the scandalous lengths some of the maids wore their skirts. Still, I suspected that Kendra's was shorter than most just to annoy Martha.

"These," I said, plucking lightly at her panties, "are not regulation underwear."

That earned me a snort of disgust. "No-one, but no-one, wears those. I don't think even Martha does. She just wants to foist them off onto us."

I didn't comment on that because I suspected that it was true.

"Even so, not regulation," I said, drawing them down to the sound of an outraged hiss. She tried to get up at that stage only to find that the hand I had on her back held her in position effortlessly.

My other hand drifted between her legs, rubbing her very intimately.

"I have to admit that your personal equipment seems to be very much in order, although it does appear to be a little heated."

And getting more heated by the second as I kept on rubbing her. My erection was also getting heated and I took a moment to open my trousers, letting it out into the open air where it could cool off. Oddly enough, having my erection inches away from a fresh young vagina didn't seem to be cooling it off.

"Get your hands off me," she demanded and I laughed.

"Come on, Kendra. You're the one who opted not to have a spanking. Don't blame me for your poor choice."

"Just get your hand away from me."

"If you insist," I said agreeably, withdrawing my hand and using it to steer my erection into position.

No matter what she might say Kendra was ready for what was taking place. I suspect that was why she had the abbreviated uniform as it certainly wasn't the one she normally wore. Martha would have had a little of kittens and Jenkins would have told her to change, diplomatically of course. Now she was getting what she wanted and she was no longer sure she wanted it.

Whatever, her passage was hot, wet, and tight, and it closed around my cock like a long time lover. I pushed steadily in and she lifted her bottom, pushing back against me, accepting me into her body, all the time squealing loudly, whether in approval or protest it was impossible to say. Even as I was driving home I was also pushing up her top, undoing her bra, and reaching around to clasp her breasts.

Once I was fully home I didn't even hesitate, pulling back and thrusting in again. There was a bit of a hiccup in the squealing at that point but when it resumed it was most certainly of the approving kind. For all that I was going hot and heavy I was also holding back a little. Just enough to make sure I didn't start squirting before I wanted to, because my erection was well and truly ready to finish things off.

Kendra's squealing died away while she still made some muted sounds. She was fully aroused and ready to go and I think I held off a bit longer out of pure contrariness. Finally, knowing I had to shoot or have my balls explode, I opened up fully, hosing her down even as she went up in a climax.

I stayed buried deep in her for a moment or two while she shuddered with her own climax. Why do women's climaxes seem to last longer than men's. So unfair. She finally settled down and tried to pull away from me and I let her go.

"I do trust that you will remember to be diplomatic in your dealing with your fellow employees," I said, "and that includes Martha."

"but she's so, so..." She waved her hand in the air to indicate the size of Martha 'so'.

"I'll give you a tip. When dealing with Marsha just agree with her. Don't raise arguments. Just agree with her. Then do whatever she wants the right way. As long as she sees the results she wanted she doesn't really care how you did it. You probably flaunted the new shine to the silver under her nose just to get her back up."

The way Kendra blushed showed that I was right.

"Apart from all that you've got a decision to make," I told her. "Do you get dressed or do you finish undressing and lean back against the desk?

I stood and watched curiously. Her hands ran lightly over her dishevelled clothing while her eyes ran lightly over my erection, which was standing proud once more. I wondered which way she'd go.