not sure.
I am, you want to be spanked? Do it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
F or the second time Brittany grabbed a chair, opened her cabin door a crack, and settled in to keep watch. She knew the maid was due to service the rooms very soon, and it wasn’t long before Brittany saw the trolley being rolled down the hallway. There were two cabins that would be cleaned before Duncan’s, and she impatiently tapped her foot and bit her lip as she waited, constantly reassuring herself that the escapade wasn’t totally foolhardy.
By the time the maid approached Duncan’s door, knocked, waited, knocked again, then entered, Brittany’s pulse was in overdrive. Taking a deep breath she left her cabin, hurried down the corridor, and peered around the doorjamb. The room was empty, and all she could hear was the maid’s humming from the bedroom.
This is totally surreal. It’s like a major déjà vu. Can I do this? More to the point, should I?
Stop being such a baby. Go, go before she comes back!
Her impish voice pushed her forward, and darting across the room she made it to the armoire in the corner, but discovered, to her horror, that she couldn’t fit through the narrow space and into her hiding place.
Nooo! This wasn’t supposed to happen. Nooo!
The maid’s humming was drawing closer, and darting through the patio door on to the deck Brittany placed herself against the wall, hoping there was enough cover from the drapes to keep her hidden.
The deck ran the length of the cabin’s suite, from the bedroom to the living area, and both rooms had sliding glass doors. As the maid sang her way back into the living room, Brittany moved quickly to the bedroom side and sighed with relief; the sliding door was partially open.
Gazing inside it was obvious that the servicing of the room had been finished. She could stay on the patio, but the wind was kicking up, and worried the maid would close the doors, perhaps even lock them, she slipped inside, darting her eyes around the room looking for somewhere to hide.
The closet, I can stay in there until she leaves.
Tiptoeing across the room, then gritting her teeth, praying the door wouldn’t squeak, she slowly opened it. To her relief it didn’t make a sound and she slipped quickly inside, but when she closed the door the entire space fell into utter darkness.
Darn, I can’t see a thing. Should I risk turning on the light?
No, definitely not. If the maid comes back she might see it through the crack at the bottom of the door.
Sighing heavily, Brittany slid down the wall and closed her eyes.
Fine mess this is. I can’t even hear her locked in here. I’ll guess I’ll just wait a while, she won’t take forever. I wonder where Duncan is? This was a really stupid idea. He could come back any time. What was I thinking?
But that’s what you want. You want to get caught, remember? You want him to spank you.
True, but this is feeling wrong, really wrong.
Reaching out through the darkness, she felt the door and leaned her ear against it, listening for the maid’s soft humming, but could hear nothing.
I guess I’ll just wait a few minutes, then risk a peek.
Strolling down the hallway, sweating and breathing heavily from his jog, Duncan saw the housekeeper rolling her trolley to the cabin next to his.
Ah, excellent. My timing is perfect. A long, hot shower, a nice nap, and then I’ll prepare for my dinner date with the lovely Miss Carter.
Entering his cabin he moved swiftly to his bedroom, stripped off, and stepped into the shower. As the water splashed around him and he soaped up thoroughly, he could feel the exertion of the long run take affect. His muscles were lightly tingling, and the earlier edginess had disappeared.
Stepping from the stall he dried off, wrapped a towel around his waist, and wandered to his closet. He appreciated the large walk-in closets the cruise line provided; they offered drawers and shelving as well as plenty of room for hanging jackets and
I am, you want to be spanked? Do it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
F or the second time Brittany grabbed a chair, opened her cabin door a crack, and settled in to keep watch. She knew the maid was due to service the rooms very soon, and it wasn’t long before Brittany saw the trolley being rolled down the hallway. There were two cabins that would be cleaned before Duncan’s, and she impatiently tapped her foot and bit her lip as she waited, constantly reassuring herself that the escapade wasn’t totally foolhardy.
By the time the maid approached Duncan’s door, knocked, waited, knocked again, then entered, Brittany’s pulse was in overdrive. Taking a deep breath she left her cabin, hurried down the corridor, and peered around the doorjamb. The room was empty, and all she could hear was the maid’s humming from the bedroom.
This is totally surreal. It’s like a major déjà vu. Can I do this? More to the point, should I?
Stop being such a baby. Go, go before she comes back!
Her impish voice pushed her forward, and darting across the room she made it to the armoire in the corner, but discovered, to her horror, that she couldn’t fit through the narrow space and into her hiding place.
Nooo! This wasn’t supposed to happen. Nooo!
The maid’s humming was drawing closer, and darting through the patio door on to the deck Brittany placed herself against the wall, hoping there was enough cover from the drapes to keep her hidden.
The deck ran the length of the cabin’s suite, from the bedroom to the living area, and both rooms had sliding glass doors. As the maid sang her way back into the living room, Brittany moved quickly to the bedroom side and sighed with relief; the sliding door was partially open.
Gazing inside it was obvious that the servicing of the room had been finished. She could stay on the patio, but the wind was kicking up, and worried the maid would close the doors, perhaps even lock them, she slipped inside, darting her eyes around the room looking for somewhere to hide.
The closet, I can stay in there until she leaves.
Tiptoeing across the room, then gritting her teeth, praying the door wouldn’t squeak, she slowly opened it. To her relief it didn’t make a sound and she slipped quickly inside, but when she closed the door the entire space fell into utter darkness.
Darn, I can’t see a thing. Should I risk turning on the light?
No, definitely not. If the maid comes back she might see it through the crack at the bottom of the door.
Sighing heavily, Brittany slid down the wall and closed her eyes.
Fine mess this is. I can’t even hear her locked in here. I’ll guess I’ll just wait a while, she won’t take forever. I wonder where Duncan is? This was a really stupid idea. He could come back any time. What was I thinking?
But that’s what you want. You want to get caught, remember? You want him to spank you.
True, but this is feeling wrong, really wrong.
Reaching out through the darkness, she felt the door and leaned her ear against it, listening for the maid’s soft humming, but could hear nothing.
I guess I’ll just wait a few minutes, then risk a peek.
Strolling down the hallway, sweating and breathing heavily from his jog, Duncan saw the housekeeper rolling her trolley to the cabin next to his.
Ah, excellent. My timing is perfect. A long, hot shower, a nice nap, and then I’ll prepare for my dinner date with the lovely Miss Carter.
Entering his cabin he moved swiftly to his bedroom, stripped off, and stepped into the shower. As the water splashed around him and he soaped up thoroughly, he could feel the exertion of the long run take affect. His muscles were lightly tingling, and the earlier edginess had disappeared.
Stepping from the stall he dried off, wrapped a towel around his waist, and wandered to his closet. He appreciated the large walk-in closets the cruise line provided; they offered drawers and shelving as well as plenty of room for hanging jackets and
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