Maid to Order by Penny Birch

was I enjoyed soaping myself and posing in the mirror as I dressed, all the while thinking about the way the men had handled me and what I had coming. I was also thinking about Melody and what she’d done to me; being so firm and yet so caring as she made me suckle and masturbated me. She’d seemed to know exactly how I felt, and exactly what to do about it, getting rid of all my bad feelings and replacing them with excitement and mischief. Perhaps rather too much mischief.
    I couldn’t resist making it worse, seeking her out for some advice on Amber’s coming spanking the moment I came back to the main part of the hotel. She was talking to Mr Todmorden, who Pippa had worked for in her year off, but excused herself when I signalled to her.
    ‘Is everything all right?’ she asked.
    ‘Fine. I was just wondering who to chose for Amber. What really gets to her?’
    Melody gave a soft laugh, her eyes shining with pleasure as we cast our eyes over the men. Lunch had broken up, but many of them were still at their tables, drinking coffee or spirits, or loitering in the reception area. Of the thirty or so we could see more than twenty. I carried on as Melody pondered our choice.
    ‘Protheroe always gropes us. Or there’s Enos, who’s gross but he doesn’t spank very hard. Or maybe Mr Judd? He doesn’t look much, but he’s a real perve. Penny hates it when she gets it from him ... well, you know what I mean.’
    I nodded my understanding and went back to scanning the men. Even by Morris’s standards they were a right set of dirty old gits, and any one would have done the trick.
    ‘How about having her passed around?’ I suggested.
    ‘It’s got to be one on one,’ Melody told me. ‘Otherwise the game takes too long. Anyway, the thing about Amber is that once she’s been given a good spanking she won’t be able to stop herself. If she gets passed around at least she has the excuse of playing the game, but this way she loses her dignity completely.’
    I couldn’t help but laugh and she returned a wicked grin for my sense of humour.
    ‘OK, let’s look at it another way. You’re domme, so who would you hate to get it from the most?’
    ‘Amber, of course,’ she answered without a moment of hesitation. ‘And we can’t have her spank herself, even though it would be quite funny. Go for Judd ... no, Protheroe. If he’s on form he’ll make her talk about it. You know, make her ask to have her knickers pulled down and that sort of thing. She hates that.’
    ‘OK.’
    I kissed her and moved on. The party proper wasn’t due to start for a while, but everybody was plainly in the mood, including Amber. She’d taken Kay over her knee and was dishing out a hairbrush spanking, ostensibly for flirting with Harmony, but really just showing off. Nearly all the men were watching; most from a respectful distance, some trying to get close, while a little queue had begun to form at one side. Protheroe was quite close to me, looking flabbier than ever, his bald patch larger and his face redder. A bead of sweat had formed at one temple, probably more from watching Kay get it than the heat of the day. As he moved to get a better view of her bum he lifted his massive fleshy buttocks from the chair, grunting as he shifted and I saw that his trouser seat was caught between his cheeks; a grotesque detail I really could have done without. The thought of being spanked by him was deeply humiliating, even for me. For Amber, who was pretty much one hundred percent lesbian and a domme, it would be torture, especially if Melody was right and the treatment left her needing more.
    Then again, she could be pretty cruel herself. She had Kay’s dress up, showing off a pair of see-through panties framed in stockings and suspenders, with a lot of very pink bum cheek sticking out from either leg hole. Poor Kay was shaking badly and gasping at every smack of the hairbrush, which must have stung like anything. Amber wasn’t finished either,