Anonymous - A Man With A Maid II

Discreetly I determined to withdraw from this tender scene of reconciliation, but not until I had whispered in Marion’s ear that she should profit from her maid’s newly acquired contrition by making love to her, and indeed, in my absence, Kay might be the means to sweet erotic fulfillment for her. I then left the Snuggery and, after a quick and refreshing tub, clad myself in my silk dressing gown and sandals and repaired back to my favorite lair, bringing with me two glasses of strong cordial. There, a breathtaking spectacle awaited me, for Marion had undressed except for hose and rosette garters, and she and Kay were lying entwined on my couch, whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears, while their lips met and their hands ardently fondled quivering contours.

“Now this delights me,” I exclaimed, “for I perceive a happy augury of the future, and a bond of harmony between you both which will compensate Marion for her loss of a husband. And for you, Kay, this show of sweet humility to gain reconciliation with your mistress justifies my severity with you. It remains only for you, my girl, to acknowledge that you bear me no rancor for having inflicted it.”

“Oh, n-no… s-sir,” the coppery-haired maid quavered, huddling rightly up against my naked sister-in-law to be, and her face was fiery with demure blushes as she observed that my eyes were fasting on her splendid supple nakedness. The marks of her chastisement made her finely grained pale-sheened skin especially appetizing, and I confess that my cock was rampant in tribute to such elegance of feminine proportions as she exhibited. Moreover, the dark upholstery of the couch and the decor of the cushions intensified that fairness of epidermis, while for Marion’s olive-tinted skin it gave my former brunette adversary a most thrillingly exotic enhancement. Yes, as I stared at my couch in the Snuggery, I could tell myself that were I to carry out my sudden impulsive decision to wed my beloved Alice, I should have at the start of my farewell to bachelorhood such a harem as even an Oriental potentate could not surpass-perchance in quantity, yes, but not at all in quality! There would be Alice and the dark-haired Fanny as her sweetly complaisant serving-wench and in her own right as lascivious an odalisque as any virile emir or sultan could command; and then these two, and blond Connie Blunt…

You cannot imagine what euphoria was in my heart-and what aching joy throbbed in my cock-at this happy speculation. But now the time had come to benefit for my own part-and, speaking literally, my most concerned and ardent part!-on the healing of the rift between Marion and her rebellious baggage of a red-haired maid.

“And I take it you have quite forgiven Kay her naughtiness towards you,” I addressed the charming brunette.

“To be sure, Jack dear, and I owe it all to you. And, while you were out procuring those welcome glasses of fortifying refreshment, she gave me to understand how my wretched scoundrel of a husband not only forced her to yield to him but also constrained her to believe I was unfaithful to him, and hence to spy on me for the purpose of reporting back to him so he might have a pretext to carry on his many infidelities without the stab of conscience,” Marion exclaimed, the while she fondled Kay’s sweet bubbies with both slim hands. “Ah, and to think, sir, that if I had not conspired with you to punish this sweet child, we should never have learned the truth! For. to be sure, you heartless rogue you, I was not at all unfaithful to Harry-nor to myself till that other afternoon when you took your revenge on my helpless person.”

I bent to kiss her, and the folds of my dressing gown at this point slyly abetted my desire to supplement my pleasure on this memorable afternoon; for, yawning, they disclosed the renewed structure of my cock, and Kay’s eyes widened as she saw the swollen red arrow-tip so close to her own blushing cheek.

“Perhaps, in the true spirit of conciliation and of strict justice, then,” I said to the sleek brunette sister of my beloved Alice, “it would be only right if Kay were to chastise you for the unfounded mistrust which you had of her all this while.”

At this, Kay’s eyes widened still more, and then she cast her mistress a quizzical look which, I swear, was almost one of appraisal as to how it would really be to turn the tables and give back as good as she had just got.

“Now wait a bit, Jack,” Marion protested, while she blushed to her temples, “I do not follow your reasoning in this. For did I not tell you that Kay was impertinent, and that is not permissible in a well-trained domestic no matter what her secret purpose may be. Moreover, this very afternoon, did she not treat you with such insolence as a fine lady might behave towards her social equal? And that too is decidedly unpardonable.”

“Granted,” I chuckled amiably, “but let me remind you that I have already paid Kay back in full for her untoward conduct towards me, as she herself will doubtless testify.”

“Oh, indeed you did, Mr. Jack,” Kay ruefully gasped, as she slipped one dainty hand towards her well-marked naked backside, “and I can still feel those dreadful stinging cuts on my tender bum.”

“Very well, Marion, you are answered, and my sentence is this: to effect the fullest reconciliation between yourself and Kay, you shall submit to a good bottom-smacking at her fair hand, after which the both of you will kiss and make up and avow that henceforth you will be not only mistress and maid but the closest of friends and confidantes!”

“Oh yes, Mr. Jack!” Kay now eagerly broke in, “I confess I’ve always longed to chastise Miss Marion for the overbearing way she acted to me when I was but a poor novice in her service and already under Mr. Harry’s stern orders to obey him implicitly and not to defer to her. I do so want to smack her lovely bum, I do for a fact, sir!”

Marion gasped and tried to rise from the couch, but now, since it was only fair to give tit for tat, I seated myself at one end and seized her by the wrists, and drew her over my lap in the classical attitude of a naughty child readied for chastisement “Oh, no, Jack, you-oh, you’re embarrassing me dreadfully,” Marion panted, wriggling and trying to twist off my lap. But I would have none of it and, shifting her svelte naked body, made her kicking, stockinged long legs angle down to the floor, whereupon I promptly clamped my right leg over her calves to pinion her effectively, whilst my right arm circled her slim waist and with my left hand I grasped her right wrist and drew it up against my body, thus completely subjugating her. Though her left arm was free, she could not conveniently reach back down to cover up the upturned olive-satiny cheeks of her magnificent posterior, and the stage was set for this delightful reversal of relationship between once equally arrogant mistress and supercilious, disapproving domestic in which I had played the role of the equitable Solomon.

“Now then, Kay,” I instructed the sparkling-eyed coppery-haired minx, who had risen and come over to my end of the couch to watch my subjugation of her beautiful naked mistress, “smack your mistress’s backside soundly, but do not hurry the smacks. Let each have ample time to register its biting sting, so that she will feel the weight of your little hand. I shall determine when thorough justice has been rendered.”

“Oh, you heartless creature, you have trapped me,” Marion indignantly protested and tried her best to struggle, arching and twisting her magnificent bare bottom, trying to reach my pinioning hand with her free one.

But I leaned to her and commanded, “Resign yourself, dear Marion, or I will have Kay use a birch instead of her hand on your saucy backside!” which quite made her subside. Hanging her head and closing her eyes, as her cheeks reddened in shame, she prepared herself to receive this juvenile chastisement, which surely must have humiliated her, especially in my presence.