Chapter One

 

It was, quite literally, a dream job for Erin. Like a lot of young Irish girls she'd fled the high unemployment and low prospects at home and traveled to the United States, where it wasn't at all difficult to find work in bars and restaurants, or as nannies and housekeepers. Of course, she had no work permit, but that didn't seem to matter to many of her employers.

It wasn't what her liberal arts degree had led her to expect, but at least it was a living, and she got to see something more interesting than the same old territory she'd grown up in. And she got to meet a lot of new and interesting people. Interesting, of course, was a word with many facets.

Jacob Ross was... interesting, in a number of different ways. First, he was a large, powerfully built, highly intelligent, rich, and handsome man. That was all to the good. Unfortunately, he was also arrogant, domineering, and didn't seem to have a lot of respect for women - particularly younger women.

Since his company happened to employ many thousands of young women, that made for a high degree of frustration on his part.

The MR Corporation was wholly owned by the Ross family, and run by his father, Martin. It, in turn, owned not merely a chain of clothing stores, but multiple such chains across the country, consisting of thousands of stores. And since most of them were aimed at women, most of the employees were, too.

Erin was not hired to work in one of those stores, however. She was hired to work on Mister Jacob Ross' estate. An estate in Texas near the coast, as in two hundred acres of forest and lakes, a golf course, a private lake, a trout stream, and of course, an enormous chalet style house on the lake with two levels of wraparound decks and floor to ceiling windows.

Attached to the house was a twenty car garage, and a stable where riding horses were kept.

Her job was to look after the horses. She'd always been mad for horses, loved them, and had ridden whenever she could back in Ireland. Now it was her job to ride the horses every day so as to give them exercise! It was fabulous!

She didn't spare much thought as to why a Texas billionaire would be hiring an Irish girl - an illegal one at that - to take care of his horses. There were, after all, an awful lot of Texans with the same capability. She was just delighted to have the job, especially at the high rate of pay it had come with.

And that pay rate, much higher than she'd gotten at any of her other illegal jobs, didn't even count the fact she had room and board thrown in!

There had even been a suggestion, perhaps not more than a hint, that if she did well the Ross family would be able to get her a green card! Wouldn't that be absolutely fabulous!? American employers were willing to hire the Irish easily enough, but partly because they knew they could treat them however they liked, under pay them, and fire them on the slightest pretext.

The estate was isolated, nearly completely encircled by a large national park to the east and north, with swamp and wetlands further to the south and west. It was beautiful land, though. But getting to it had required a long ride by jeep through a road that wasn't in the best of condition, and really showed how in the middle of nowhere the place was.

She had only gotten a brief look at the main house, when she'd been dropped off in the rear in order to meet with the estate manager. Of course, she'd only seen a small bit of the employee area in the back, not the mansion itself, which was disappointing. It looked like a fabulous house.

She had gotten a look at one of the maids, though, and that had been an eye opener. The woman was beautiful, and wearing the traditional black and white maid uniform - sort of. This maid uniform was scandalously low cut on top, showing the woman's ample chest, and the skirt barely covered her bottom!

She wondered, with a sort of inner smirk, what 'other' duties the maid had besides cleaning!

"Miss O'Brien," the estate manager said, shaking her hand.

"Good morning, Mister Conway," she said, putting an eagerness into her voice.

"Come. I'll show you to the stable and explain your duties."

He got into a golf cart and she hurried around and got in the other side. There was a paved path running along the rear past the garage and then to the stable, and the cart zipped over there in very little time.

The stable was immaculate. Erin was very impressed!

"There are four horses," he said. "They've American quarter horses with some Arabian thrown in. They're inspected by a vet once a week or whenever you see anything that requires attention. The stables are to be kept clean, and fresh hay put down daily."

He led her into the stable and introduced her to the four horses, showed her wear the supplies were kept, then the stable office. There was ample room for them, and for everything else.

Her room was above the garage, and he led her over there, and up the outside stairway. It was a lovely room, with a huge old fashioned four poster bed, heavy old dressers with glossy dark brown wood. It was large enough to have a sofa, a desk, and a TV, and a full bath with both a shower and a soaker tub.

Erin could hardly believe she'd have such a place to herself! She was elated!

She decided to have a shower, for it had been a long, dusty trip, so locked the door, stripped off, and went into the bathroom. It had all the toiletries she would need, she found with delight, including some wonderfully scented soap!

It was only when she got out of the bathroom that she discovered the catch.

She squealed in shock as she found someone waiting for her! At first she also felt a jolt of fear, but that eased as she realized it was a woman, a tall, shapely woman, a virtual amazon, in fact, with wide shoulders and full breasts.

"Erin O'Brien?" I'm Veronica Kirkland," the woman said, thrusting a hand out at her.

Kirkland looked like she was about six feet tall, but was wearing high stiletto heels, which made her seem even taller. She was clad in a tight, low cut halter which showed off a lot of creamy flesh, and low-slung, super-tight jeans.

"Uhm, hi!" Erin squeaked, taking her hand while holding the towel tight around her otherwise naked body.

"I've come to ensure your uniform fits properly."

"Uniform?" she asked in surprise.

"Perhaps outfit would be a better term," the woman said. "Mister Ross is filthy rich. Mister Ross can afford to indulge himself and his fantasies and whims. That means secret passages in the house, for example, and bringing in rare marble from Italy and Greece, as well as, well, a stable."

She went over to one of the dressers and pulled out a drawer, then took from it a pair of chaps. They were dark leather, and Erin looked at them in surprise. She'd never worn chaps in Ireland, of course.

"This is for when I'm riding the horses?" she asked hesitantly.

"For all the time."

Erin frowned. "Why wear chaps all the time? I mean, they're practical if you're riding through tall grasses and such but -."

"Because Mister Ross desires it," the woman said, giving her a hard look.

Erin shrugged.

The next thing the woman brought out was a leather halter, or more like a vest, with a fringed bottom. Then a black leather cowboy hat - made of straw, so at least it would be lightweight, a pair of high leather boots with very high heels, and finally, with pursed lips, a black thong.

"Put it on," she said, folding her arms across her ample chest.

Erin stared at the garments, her jaw dropping.

"Uhm... but... "

"This is all you wear," the woman said. "But don't worry. You're mostly alone here, anyway. This is just meant to impress the boss's guests whenever they drop by to look at or ride the horses."

"All I wear!? Are you trying to say I don't wear trousers!?"

The woman raised her eyebrows. "You seem to have an excellent body, Miss O'Brien, with a very attractively shaped bottom. You have nothing to be embarrassed about showing it off and I'm quite certain you've done so many times before."

"But -!"

The woman snapped her fingers. "Chop, chop. Get to it. I don't have all day."

"I'm not wearing this! I mean... I mean, I'll wear it but not without trousers!"

"You, will do as you are told," the amazon said, thumping her finger into Erin's chest.

Then she gripped the towel and yanked suddenly, startling Erin, who grabbed at it, and failed.

She squealed again to find herself naked in front of the woman, who looked her up and down quickly before Erin managed to clamp her arms over herself, then laughed at her.

"Shy, are you? I wouldn't have expected that from a European. You've never been to the beaches in France or Spain?"

"This isn't a beach!" Erin said hotly, face flushed.

"Well then, get dressed."

She picked up the thong and tossed it to her. Erin glared and started to move around her, then halted.

"Where's my clothes?"

"Oh, those. I gave them to Juanita to take to the laundry," the woman said with a smile.

"What about my suitcases?"

"Oh those. Juanita took them. They should have been checked by security first. You'll get them once they ensure there are no dangerous or contraband items. Now get dressed."

Erin glared at her, but standing there naked wasn't much of an alternative, so she turned and stepped into the thong. It was quite small, with little more than a low, narrow pouch in front, with high angled strings curving up across her hips. If she wasn't neatly shaved her pubic hair would have shown!

The woman tossed her the fringed halter and she pulled that on too. It had a built-in bra, and it was the right size, though extremely tight, and showing a lot of cleavage as it squeezed her breasts up and together!

"Now the boots."

"I don't need boots!" she said sulkily.

"Do as you're told. I'm also in charge of discipline and you won't like me when I'm angry, Erin."

Erin gulped at the woman's hard face, and shrugged. There was certainly no harm in donning boots. They fit perfectly, as it turned out, though it felt strange wearing boots and a thong but no trousers!

The woman held out the chaps and Erin folded her arms across her own ample chest.

"No. Forget it."

"Mister Ross doesn't like taking no for an answer, O'Brien. Neither do I. Did I mention that I'm in charge of discipline?"

"Well stick your discipline!"

Kirkland snorted, then her long right arm swept out and her big hand caught at the pony tail hanging behind Erin's neck and jerked tight.

"Ahh!" Erin gasped, as her head was jerked sharply up and back!

The woman forced her forward and then down as she sat on the edge of the sofa, pulling Erin across her lap!

Crack! Her other hand slapped sharply down across Erin's naked buttocks!

"Ow! Fuck!"

Crack!

"We do not permit foul language from the staff."

Crack!

"Ow! Stop it, you fucking cow!'

Crack! Crack! Crack!

"Nor do we accept impertinence."

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Her hand smacked down sharply across the soft rounded curves of Erin's bottom while Erin squirmed wildly, but uselessly!

"Bitch! Cow! Cunt!"

"If you insist on acting like a child, you'll be treated like one," the woman said.

With that she tugged Erin's thong down so that she lacked even that modesty, causing her face to flush even more darkly.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The woman was spanking her! And doing it hard! Each blow of her hand sent a sharp jolt of stinging pain into her mind and left her tender flesh hot and pink! The more blows landed the hotter her bottom got, and the more the pink turned to a bright red!