Maid to Order by Penny Birch Page B

in to him. He eased me into position, not over his knee as I’d expectedly, but cuddled into him with my thighs cocked wide across his, my uniform skirt puffed up to show off my bottom and the seat of my froufrous spread to the room. My face was against his shoulder and I put my arms around him, clinging tight for comfort as his hands found my bottom. Suddenly I needed it desperately, not for the sex, but for the comfort of being held while I was punished.
    ‘Spank me, Lucius,’ I whispered. ‘Spank me properly.’
    ‘I intend to,’ he assured me, ‘but I think we’d better pop your panties down first, don’t you?’
    ‘Yes.’
    He hadn’t waited for me to agree, but had eased my froufrous down as he spoke, baring my open bottom to the room. I knew an awful lot of people were watching, and exactly what they could see, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was my bottom smacked while I was cuddled, and as his big, powerful hands closed on my cheeks I gave in to my tears. He held me open for a moment, making very sure I knew my bumhole was stretched wide for inspection and then began to spank, a cheek at a time, cupping each and slapping upwards to make them bounce and jiggle.
    I clung on tight, the tears streaming down my face, abandoned to my punishment. He knew how to handle me, maybe even knew what I was going through, letting me sob my heart out as he attended to my bottom, until at last the warmth in my cheeks had begun to grow again. I began to want to come, imagining my pussy on show to the entire room as I was casually masturbated to orgasm by the man who’d spanked me and held me. He had other ideas, pausing to kiss my forehead, still holding my hot bottom as he spoke.
    ‘Would you like to continue in my room, perhaps over a bottle of something?’
    ‘Yes, please.’
    He gave me a last pat, then pulled up my panties. Only as I sat up on his lap did I realise that a crowd had gathered to watch my spanking; eight men, including Stefan. They could all see I’d been crying, and it was that and not the display I’d been making of my bottom which had me blushing as Lucius helped me to my feet. He took my hand, leading me through the semi-circle of men towards the door. Two of them clapped, another gave me a pinch and my blushes had grown hotter at the thought of them all knowing more or less what was about to happen to me once Lucius had got me in his room. I was ready for it too, maybe a harder spanking and then down on his cock to suck him off, or perhaps a fucking with me bottom up and his belly resting on my smacked cheeks, always a lovely rude position to be in. Unfortunately Morris headed us off as we entered reception.
    ‘Not just yet, Lucius, if you wouldn’t mind. Jemima has to choose the first official spanking of the day. After that you can do what you like with her.’
    Lucius began to protest, but Morris had already taken him by the arm, to lead both of us back into the dining.
    ‘I think we’d better make it now,’ he said, glancing to where Melody was riding a man across the room and using her school cane like a riding crop to flick at his buttocks. ‘Er, Mel darling, if you wouldn’t mind?’
    Melody glanced up, pulled hard on the man’s tie, which she’d been using for reins, and stood up.
    ‘You, stay,’ she addressed the man. ‘Sorry, Morris. I’m ready when you are.’
    She’d adjusted her dress as she spoke and stood back a little, looking absolutely magnificent; her full, firm figure sheathed in scarlet silk, the strength in her face tempered by amusement, the cane in one hand. Her arms were folded across her chest, lifting her breasts a little and I remembered how it had felt to be made to suckle her, with one big, dark globe pressed to my mouth as she masturbated me. I smiled and she gave an answering grin as Morris began to speak.
    ‘Ladies and gentlemen, as most of you know my parties always involve a little game. Tonight’s game is very simple, but I think it will prove