Nathan Silvers: Hung strung houseguest

"Oh, yes, I'd love to come," Renee Cloud said. "You mean your father invited me for the whole weekend?"

"Yes," Janine replied. "It was when he met you at the open day, he said he'd really like you to visit."

Janine looked a bit apprehensive, shuffling her foot in the dirt of the schoolyard.

"Great!" Renee was in seventh heaven.

"Make sure you get permission from your parents."

"Oh, no trouble." Renee knew her parents didn't care what she did, or indeed what happened to her.

Janine was her only real friend at school and both of them were very isolated from the rest of the girls. Which was strange because the two girls were very attractive. They both had the same slim, long legs, tight swelling asses and slender waists.

Janine's tits were larger than Renee's, and Janine envied Renee for that. Renee's tits were just right – high, thrusting globes that didn't need the support of a bra. Renee was also the more beautiful of the two. Her shoulder-length dark hair framed a dark, sensuous face with luscious red lips, a straight nose and deep fawn eyes.

Both girls were chased by many of the neighborhood boys, but they both kept them at bay. They had met about a month ago, just after Janine had enrolled in the school, and they had been close ever since. Now Renee was to spend a weekend with Janine – it was wonderful!

It seemed an age to Friday, but finally Renee took her weekend bag to school and caught Janine's bus with her afterwards.

The house was a large, older one, set back from the road.

Janine opened the door. "Anybody home? Oh, hi, this is my mom, Renee."

"Hello, Mrs. Messier," Renee said. It was obvious where Janine got her looks from. Her mother was also a blonde, her straight hair framing a strong, good-looking face and a rather hard mouth.

"You girls go and have a good time," Mrs. Messier said. "I'll let you know when dinner's ready."

The two girls went up to Janine's room and put the television on. Janine seemed ill-at-ease as she rolled onto the bed and watched a game show.

"You ever been with a boy?" she asked Renee suddenly.

"Me?" Renee laughed. "No, my mom says my dad would kill me if I went with a boy. It's funny, he doesn't take any notice of what I do, unless there's a boy around. He hates that."

"Yes, but have you ever wanted to be with a boy?" Janine persisted.

"You mean petting and things?"

"No." Janine chuckled. "I mean getting fucked, you know, getting his cock up you?"

"Oh, no!" Renee replied. "I wouldn't do anything like that. Why? I mean, have you?"

"Oh me?" Janine shifted uncomfortably. "Well, sort of, you know…"

"No, tell me," Renee said, her curiosity aroused.

"Oh, nothing, it's just that my family, you know, they're a bit strange, that's all. Come on, we'd better dress for dinner."

"Dress for dinner?" Renee echoed in amazement.

"Yeah, it's like a game we play with my dad and his friends. We serve the stuff before we sit down."

"What?" Renee was shocked. She hadn't come here to be a maid for the weekend.

"Oh, don't worry," Janine said, "it's fun." She went to her closet and pulled out a pair of maid's costumes. Renee was amazed and worried.

"Oh, don't worry," Janine said, "it's just like dressing up."

Renee hardly knew what, to do. She was uncomfortable, but Janine seemed to know what she was doing. She followed what Janine did. Undressing was the most embarrassing, and she made sure she didn't look at Janine.

First there was a pair of black, net stockings. Renee had never worn stockings in her life, being a traditional teenager in her tight Levi's and loose top. She learned how to clip the lacy garter straps onto the stockings and clip the belt around her slim waist. Then there was a pair of tight black panties, so tight that they showed every curve of Renee's pussy mound and ass. The little quarter-cup bra thrust her tits up, her nipples free of the top of the cup. Then there was the little black slip that only just covered the bra at one end and Renee's ass at the other. On top of that went the uniform dress, high cut around the neck, and the hem stopped just below the stocking tops, revealing Renee's lovely thighs with each movement. The finishing touches were the white apron, a hat and a pair of five-inch high heels.

Renee found the heels very difficult to walk in, and she was also frightened by what she was wearing. She studied herself in the mirror, amazed at the way the outfit showed every curve of her delightful body, and the long perfection of her legs. It was an open invitation to boys, Renee decided, and she was glad this was only a game.

When they got downstairs, Renee got another shock. She knew Janine's father, Franz, but not the two men with him. She shook hands with Franz shyly. He was an overpowering man at the best of times, and now his eyes seemed to be piercing her to the bone as he greeted her. "This is Renee," he said to his friends, "and this is Chris and this is Leslie… Business friends of mine."

Renee was even more apprehensive as she shook hands with the other two men. They were both good-looking men oozing confidence. Chris was the taller of the two and in his forties, Renee thought. He had salt-and-pepper hair and strong blue eyes.

Les was in his thirties, and had on a pair of very fashionable light-rimmed glasses. He grinned at Renee as if there was a secret joke between them.

"Well, Renee," he said, "Franz has raved about you, how beautiful you are and all that. I bet a lot of the boys get around you, hey?"

"N-not really," Renee said, blushing furiously.

"April, when's dinner ready?" Franz asked as his wife came in.

Renee got another shock. When April had first arrived, she was dressed in normal jeans and top. Now she wore a distressingly revealing outfit. The blouse was semi-transparent and showed a lacy bra underneath. Her skirt was slit to the top of her thigh, revealing the hint of white stocking tops.

April paraded into the room and slid her hand around Chris' shoulders with what Renee thought was a rather too-familiar gesture.

"Dinner's ready," April said, "you can go and get it, Janine."

"Come on." Janine led Renee into the kitchen.

Renee was feeling more and more frightened as she picked up the tray with soup on it. In her five-inch heels it was very difficult to balance the tray.

"Oh, don't worry," Janine said, "you'll understand in a moment."

She led the way to the main room, and Renee followed her.

The main room was darkly lit, and Renee had difficulty with the tray. Suddenly she tripped in her heels. With a screech, she grabbed at the tray, spilling soup all over the carpet.

"I'm sorry," she said, close to breaking into tears again. "I'll go back and get some more."

There was a moment of total silence. The adults were all around the table, which was in semi-darkness. Renee could see the white of April's blouse and the tall, menacing figures of the men.

"Oh, don't worry," Franz said, "when this happens, you only have to take your punishment, nothing to worry about."

"Punishment?" Renee gasped, trying to get one of her heels back on.

Franz picked up a cane from the table. "Six strokes for the first offense, nothing terrible. Over the back of the chair, young lady."

He pointed to the large padded chair.

"Wh-w-what?" Renee gasped, backing away. She almost tripped in her heels again as she tried to turn and get out of the room.

"I said, over the back of that chair." Franz came around the table, tapping the cane in his hand. "Don't worry, we encourage our girls to mess things up, it's more fun that way, isn't it?"

"No, no, please! What is this!" Renee moaned and broke into tears. "Janine what is this!"