Maid to Order by Penny Birch Page A

pausing to rub Kay’s bottom and then sliding a thumb down the back of her knickers. Kay gave a sharp intake of breath as she realised she was to be done bare; then her knickers had been pulled down and she was showing everything behind, her pussy half hidden by a puff of dark gold hair and her tiny brown bumhole peeping out from between her cheeks.
    A murmur of approval ran through the room at Kay’s exposure and several of the men crowded closer. Amber went back to work with the hairbrush, applying hard slaps to one cheek at a time and to a steady rhythm. Kay couldn’t cope at all; gasping and pleading as she was spanked, with her legs kicking up and down and her tawny hair tossing wildly as she struggled. Amber kept her grip, apparently without effort, her expression stern but also amused, until Kay’s bottom was a rich glowing red all over. Only then did she finally stop.
    The men began to crowd round immediately, before Kay had even had a chance to pull her knickers up, no doubt asking if they could have a turn. My tummy was fluttering and I felt badly in need of a drink, so I went out to the bar, where Annabelle was helping Chris. He had to be the only man in the hotel who missed seeing Kay spanked, and I couldn’t help but tease him.
    ‘You missed a great show there, Chris. Amber Oakley spanked her girlfriend, on the bare.’
    He shrugged.
    ‘I’d rather watch you get it still in your panties.’
    It wasn’t the answer I’d been expecting and I couldn’t think of a comeback, so came around behind the bar to get a beer from the fridge, deliberately bending to let him see my froufrous. He watched, not bothering to hide his attention.
    ‘Now that,’ he said, ‘is worth watching. Long legs, that’s the thing, and the panties still up.’
    ‘Pervert.’
    He just grinned and I walked away, deliberately wiggling my bottom and wondering if he was quite as straight as I’d first thought. A lot of men were coming out of the restaurant and one of them gave me an order before I could sneak away, leaving me serving behind the bar. I got stuck there, and it was quite a while before I managed to get away and see what was going on.
    Morris, the perfect host as always, had managed to persuade Amber to join Melody in dishing out punishment to those men who preferred to take it, or liked both. It wasn’t really my thing, because while there is a certain satisfaction in watching them get what they love to dish out it just feels wrong. If men are going to spank me, or even enjoy watching me punished, I like them to keep their authority and I do like the humiliation of knowing that I’m the one who gets it and they don’t. One who definitely didn’t was Mr Todmorden, and I went to sit on his lap, allowing him to feel me through my panties as I sipped my beer.
    ‘Is Hudson around?’ he asked after a moment.
    ‘New York,’ I told him. ‘I wanted to go and join him, but I got sent here instead.’
    ‘Ah, ha,’ he remarked and his fondling grew a little firmer.
    I stuck my bottom out, enjoying the attention. He was fatter than Mr Protheroe, and just as dirty, but fatherly, which was something I badly needed at that moment. Just being cuddled by him had suddenly brought me close to tears, but I swallowed the lump in my throat, determined to enjoy what he was doing to my bum and ignore my fragile emotions.
    ‘And no Pippa?’ he asked.
    ‘She’s up at uni, and she’s spending most of the summer in Australia,’ I told him, although I was surprised he didn’t know.
    ‘That’s a pity,’ he went on. ‘I do enjoy the little shows you give together. I suppose you always used to do that sort of thing?’
    ‘Sometimes,’ I admitted, thinking of how it felt to lie across Pippa’s knee as she spanked me. ‘Quite a lot, actually.’
    ‘Your own sister, tut tut.’
    He patted my bottom and I found myself blushing.
    ‘Perhaps you even deserve a little spanking?’ he suggested.
    It was all I could do to nod, giving