Rhiannon and Clementine stood against the wall, hands on
their heads, smart green uniform skirts tucked up, panties pulled down to show
off bare, red bottoms. Both had been spanked, one after the other across
Peter's knee and were now being made to do corner time while he tried to decide
how best to cope with the situation they'd got him into, and which they'd been
punished for.
Unfortunately, just as the he knew there was no real
punishment in spanking girls who enjoyed it, he also knew that there was no
real choice but to accept the situation. It wasn't all bad in any case, just
one more complication to the already labyrinthine condition of Grove House
Maids. In general, he was doing very well. The idea worked perfectly. More than
fifty girls had now been on the books, from those who'd been out only once to
the best of his regulars, but not one had ever taken her story to the press or
done anything else to compromise the position of the men they'd visited for
spankings, for sex, and to satisfy all manner of curious peccadilloes. The tier
system in particular worked well, ensuring that all of the girls had more to
lose than they could possibly hope to gain, with only the most ambitious going
to the men with the highest profiles.
Sophie Fitzroy, technically the first Grove House girl of
all, was now a barrister and seemed likely to climb higher still in the legal
profession, while others were rising rapidly in their chosen spheres, including
politics, diplomacy, the civil and military services, the professions and
business. Rather more were wives of politicians, captains of industry, senior
civil servants and more, in most cases having met their future husbands while
doing maid service. Nevertheless, while recruiting took tact and skill, he'd
always been able to keep enough girls on the books to bring in a decent income,
allowing him to make Grove House Maids his full-time job. The house was another
matter, and would have been well beyond his means but for the generosity of his
Uncle Charles, who had died a happy man and left everything to Peter, to the
astonishment and fury of the rest of the family. It lay deep in the Chilterns,
and was the ideal place for parties and the private meetings so essential to
the operation.
Karen and Violet had moved on, and now occupied a smart Pimlico
town house, the cellar of which had been converted into a superbly equipped
dungeon in which they could entertain their clients, including those who Peter
passed on. They in turn sent him men, and the occasional woman, whose pleasure
lay in dominance rather than submission. Michelle was now his wife, although
their relationship was far from orthodox, with Rhiannon sharing their bed as
often as not and both taking their pleasure where and when they pleased.
Rhiannon herself was now keeping the books as well as going out to clients,
while Clementine had proved extraordinarily adept at recruiting new talent,
principally from Oxford, where she was reading for a Master's degree in
biochemistry.
The problem was in the very exclusivity that made the
organisation safe. Clementine's knack lay in selecting girls she knew were
safe, or who could be vouched for in turn. That meant they had to know each
other well, and none knew each other better than those who'd been lovers at
Broadfields, where the traditions of lesbian sex she and Rhiannon had enjoyed
were going strong. Hence the situation which had led to the two girls taking
long and painful trips across Peter's knee before being stood against the wall
with their smacked bottoms still bare as he lectured them.
'She was Felicity's toasty girl,' Clementine said
plaintively after a while.
'Yes,' Peter answered, 'I know she was Felicity's toasty
girl, but she is also Ben Thompson's daughter. What am I supposed to say to him
if he finds out that I'm sending his precious little princess out for spankings
and sex?'
'Tell him not to be a hypocrite,' Rhiannon advised. 'He
has a girl a week!'
'Besides,' Clementine put in, 'Chloe's old enough to make
her own decisions and there's no reason Ben should find out anyway. Dad's never
found out about me, has he?'
'No, thank God,' Peter answered, 'and I suppose you're
right. Okay, bring her in, but you can keep your uniforms up. That will help to
see if she's for real, with you two parading around bare bottom.'
'We'll trip over our knickers,' Rhiannon pointed out.
'And we're supposed to be with Lord Justice
Dolamore-Brown at three o'clock,' Clementine added. 'We'll be late if we don't
hurry up.'
'Good,' Peter replied. 'He can give you both another
spanking. Now, off with your knickers, if you're worried about falling over,
and see her in.'
The girls shared a look compounded of embarrassment and
resignation, but did as they were told, quickly stepping out of their panties
and keeping the skirts of their maid's uniforms tucked up as Rhiannon sat down
and Clementine left the room. She was soon back, with a pretty, brown haired
girl of middling height with beautiful, melting eyes and a trim figure, a
combination marred somewhat by a slight resemblance to her father. Her face was
distinctly pink.
'I'm Chloe Thompson,' she told Peter.
'I know,' he replied. 'I take it you heard what was going
on just now?'
'You spanked them both,' she said, throwing a glance
towards Rhiannon and Clementine, now both sat bare bottom on the sofa while
their knickers lay on the table in front of Peter.
'Yes, I did,' he went on, 'and now I'm going to spank
you. You know that, don't you?'
'Felicity explained it all,' she said, now with her
fingers entwined in her lap as she began to fidget. 'I need to be spanked to
show that I'm genuine.'
'Partly that,' Peter replied, 'and partly because Grove
House girls are expected to accept discipline from me as a matter of course. If
that doesn't suit you, I'll drive you back to the station and nothing more need
be said. Otherwise, come across my knee.'
'Bare?' she asked, her voice cracking slightly as she
threw another shy glance towards the two girls.
'Bare,' Peter confirmed. 'Take your jeans down but you
can leave your knickers up.'
'He prefers to take them down himself,' Rhiannon put in.
'I'd have thought you'd have learned your lesson,
Rhiannon, at least for today?' Peter answered her, moving forward to make a lap
for Chloe as she fumbled the button of her jeans open, 'But yes, Chloe, I'm
going to take your knickers down, once I've warmed you up a little bit.'
Chloe nodded, now shaking visibly and blushing a rich
pink as she pushed her jeans down to reveal firm, well-shaped thighs and a pair
of lacy white panties. Peter gave an encouraging smile and she moved forward,
to lay herself somewhat clumsily across his lap, her bottom well lifted to show
off a silky white panty seat bulging with shapely flesh. He took her around the
waist and settled his hand across her cheeks, pressing gently before applying
the first smack. Chloe responded with a faint sigh and he set to work,
peppering her cheeks with sharp slaps of his fingertips to get her warm before
pulling her knickers down.
He'd been keeping count over the years and knew that she
was the one-hundred and seventy-fifth girl to surrender her bottom to him for
spanking, not including a few he'd used implements on but never actually
spanked. Each had been a pleasure in her own way, and each slightly different,
but he'd learnt to recognise and appreciate certain common traits. Chloe was
plainly embarrassed and shy of her own needs, but with the strength to accept
them and get what she wanted. That meant it was probably best to be firm with
her, telling her what was going to happen and going through with it straight
away rather than cajoling or teasing her into surrender, while she clearly
wasn't the sort to ask for what she needed.
'Knickers down, I think,' he announced once he judged her
bottom to be warm enough. 'Stick it up.'
Her hips immediately came up, allowing him to peel her panties
down over her bottom and tug them free of his legs and down. A quick adjustment
of her feet and her legs were open, her cunt showing between her thighs and her
lowered panties stretched taut between her knees as he began to spank once
more. She obviously knew what she was showing, and her gasps and sobs had grown
a little more intense, but she made no complaint and kept her legs wide without
having to be told.
'An obedient one, I see,' he remarked to the others,
'that's useful. 'You'll do well for the sterner gentlemen, Chloe, the sort who
believe that girls need regular spanking and ought to be grateful for what they
get. Now then, let's see you properly.'
He'd pulled her cheeks open as he spoke, showing off her
anus and the wet, pink slit of her cunt. She gasped at the sudden, rude
exposure but made no effort to get up, instead lying still with her head hung
down as he inspected the tight pink star between her cheeks and the open mouth
of her cunt.
'You certainly cream nicely,' the told her.
'I... I've been thinking about what was coming,' she
said, 'about how I was going to be spanked.'
'Then I'd better not disappoint,' Peter answered and set
to work on her bottom once more.
While he always spanked the new girls, he was more
diffident about what followed. A very few had made it clear that was all they
were willing to submit to and where simply made to do corner time while he
masturbated to the sight of their bare red bottoms or Michelle obliged by
taking him in her mouth. Others got to sit on his lap with their panties still
down while they tossed him off, or knelt to suck his cock. Some he fucked, and
with the boldest or most pliable of all he would stick his cock up their
bottoms. Chloe seemed intriguingly compliant, while she was certainly excited,
with the juice from her cunt making a wet patch on his knee as her spanking
continued. She was also shy, despite the situation she was in, while he'd spent
altogether too long spanking girls when there were other things to attend to,
but it was important for her to learn to accept attending to his cock as part
of the deal.
'Up,' he told her once her bottom was flushed a rich pink
all over. 'Now, do you know how to say thank you when you've been spanked?'
She'd risen from his lap, a little unsteady and clutching
at her panties in embarrassment and confusion, but her eyes turned to him and
she nodded.
'Do... do I have to suck your penis?'
'That will do,' he confirmed, 'and you can leave your
knickers down.'
She made a face, but got into position, kneeling between
his knees with her bottom pushed out. Rhiannon and Clementine were cuddled up
together, giggling, as they watched Peter draw down his zip, pull his cock and
balls free, then take Chloe gently by the hair.
'Kiss my balls,' he demanded. 'Good girl, now get my cock
in that pretty mouth. Yes, that's right, move up and down, now purse your lips
on the head and push down so my foreskin peels back. Oh, you are a good girl!'
She'd followed each of his instructions, rather clumsily,
with her face full of doubt and not a little consternation, but pleasingly
obedient. He glanced at the clock as she continued to suck and reluctantly
decided against coming in her face. It was always fun, and especially
satisfying to soil a pretty girl's face as she knelt red bottomed at his feet,
but she would need to clean up, which meant inevitable delay. Something less
messy was in order.
'Make a cunt of your lips,' he told her. 'That's right,
now stay still while I fuck your mouth.'
He'd tightened his grip in her hair, holding her head in
place as he pushed his now swollen cock in and out between her neatly pursed
lips, tugging on his shaft at the same time. The expression on her face changed
to resentment and alarm as she realised that he was going to masturbate into
her mouth, but it only served to make him all the more excited, as did the
delighted giggles from Rhiannon and Clementine as they saw what was being done
to their friend.
'That's it, perfect,' he sighed as he felt his orgasm
start to well up, 'oh you little darling, you sweet
little bitch. Now swallow it, go on, all of it, right down your throat and I'll
send you back to college with a bellyful of spunk.'
She looked almost stuffed, with her cheeks bulging and
her eyes popped wide with shock and disgust as he came in her mouth, jamming
his cock in and out of her still pursed lips, then deep. As the head of his
cock jammed into her throat she began to gag, just as he'd hoped, bringing his
ecstasy to an exquisite peak before he finished with a long, satisfied groan.
He let go and she rocked back on her heels, gasped for breath, her mouth wide
to show off the mess of come and spittle on her tongue and dribbling down over
her lips.
'Now do yourself,' Clementine said. 'He likes his girls
to come when he's finished abusing them.'
Chloe gave no response, her eyes and mouth now shut and her face screwed up in revulsion, fighting to make
herself swallow, and then, very deliberately, taking the full load of what
Peter had done in her mouth down into her belly.
'Good girl,' Peter told her, surprised but very pleased.
'Now why don't you take Clemmie's advice? Don't worry, we've all seen it
before.'
'Do I have to?' Chloe asked, her voice soft and sullen.
'Do you want to?' Peter retorted. 'That's what matters.'
Chloe hesitated, glancing towards the girls, her teeth
now clamped against her lower lip, then she'd hung her head, shrouding her face
with hair to hide her shame as she pushed one hand down the front of her half-lowered
panties and began to masturbate. Rhiannon giggled, Clementine gave a happy purr
and they'd begun to kiss and toy with each other's breasts. Peter wagged his
finger at them and tapped his watch, but said nothing, allowing Chloe to
concentrate on whatever was running through her head as she played with
herself, perhaps the thought of what had just been done to her, or of Felicity,
or pure shame.
Whatever it was, she didn't take long, her sobs and gasps
quickly rising as her excitement overcame her embarrassment, until she suddenly
threw her head back, crying out in wordless ecstasy that quickly broke to a
babble as she thanked Peter over and over again for her spanking. He was
grinning as he watched, well pleased with her reaction, and with himself, but
not speaking until she'd finally come down and opened her eyes to throw an
embarrassed smile at her friends.
'Welcome to Grove House Maids,' Peter addressed her. 'I'm
sure you'll fit in perfectly. Right, stop it you two, save it for the judge.'
The two girls reluctantly pulled apart and got up,
Rhiannon to adjust her uniform in the mirror and Clementine to lead Chloe off
to the bathroom.
'Shall I put my knickers on?' Rhiannon asked.
'Yes,' Peter advised, 'and with luck you'll be a bit less
pink by the time you get to Waddesdon. James likes his girls fresh.'
'If you wanted us fresh you shouldn't have spanked us,'
she told him. 'Is Chloe coming?'
'No,' Peter told her, 'not without a uniform, you know
that. I'll drop her back to Oxford on my way to Gabriel's and pick up Michelle
at the same time. Right, let's go.'
It took another ten minutes before he could get the girls
into his car, a dark green Jaguar he'd treated himself to from his uncle's
unexpected inheritance. Both Rhiannon and Clementine were now in full Grove
House Maids uniform, demure but well-cut dresses in a distinctive mid-green and
set off with white aprons and lace at the collar to give a formal, deliberately
outdated look and yet still show off their figures. The frilly white panties,
half-cup bras and suspender belts they wore underneath were anything but demure,
but then they didn't show, while it was impossible to tell that they were
wearing stockings rather than tights and their heels were sufficiently sensible
not to draw comment.
The Grove was at the end of a long, unpaved track that
led down into the valley below Ivinghoe Beacon, a spot at once secluded and
beautiful, while convenient for both London and Oxford. Sightseers posed a
minor problem, particularly in the bluebell season, but he'd taken care to make
the trees and shrubs that surrounded the house as good a barrier as possible.
On this occasion a car had been parked half blocking the end of the lane,
forcing him to let Rhiannon out to make sure the road was safe, and he was
muttering curses under his breath as he turned north towards Waddesdon, where
Lord Justice James Dolamore-Brown lived in genteel and solitary elegance,
although rather less solitary than his neighbours might have imagined.
Dolamore-Brown took particular pleasure in booking
Clementine, which had always struck Peter as in somewhat bad taste, given that
she was the daughter of his closest and oldest friend, Daniel Stewart. Not that
she seems to care, happily indulging his favourite kink, watching her have
lesbian sex on the bearskin rug in front of his fire, usually with Rhiannon,
until he was ready to fuck her while she licked her friend. Dinner would
follow, always of the highest standard and served with enviably fine wines,
with both girls naked until it was time to leave.