Maid for Trouble Ch. 01

Author's Note: There is some coercion in this chapter, but I feel that it has more BDSM overtones than Non-Con/Reluct, especially in the series as a whole, so I chose this category for it.

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Shite!

Harriet bit her lip, her shoulders hunching, her entire body freezing into position as she waited with bated breath to hear if anyone was close enough to the library to hear the shattering of the vase she'd accidentally tipped off of its stand. It wasn't her fault the nobs put their valuables out on precarious stands!

Although, privately she could admit to herself that she was more than the usual amount of clumsy. It had gotten her dismissed from her last position, which was how she'd ended up in Lord Norwell's house. The viscount ran a strict household, but mistakes didn't necessarily mean dismissal. Ever since coming to work for him, Harriet's bottom had paid the price for the broken vases, dishes, teacups, and plates. The housekeeper kept a sturdy paddle attached to her belt, which she had used on Harriet multiple times.

When there was no immediate outcry, Harriet's shoulders straightened and she moved quickly, scraping the pieces of the vase together into a small pile, which she scooped up into her apron. She doubted anyone would miss the vase. Fortunately, Lord Norwelll didn't seem to be interested in collecting antiques or priceless decor, however he did collect all sorts of junk pieces that were scattered throughout the house and changed on a regular basis. Hopefully, whoever came in here next would just assume that the vase had been removed, soon to be replaced by something else.

Peeking out into the hallway, Harriet scampered back to the servant's stairwell, then to her tiny cubby of a room, where she had a hiding space underneath a loose floorboard. The vase could join the pieces of a teacup and saucer that she'd broken two days ago.

She needed to save her poor bum somehow... punishments in the Norwell house could be quite nasty. Harriet shivered. They were also quite stimulating to many of the parties involved. No one had to agree to work here, but those that did understood that they would be offering up their bodies in repayment for mistakes. The last time the housekeeper had spanked Harriet, she'd used that hard paddle all over Harriet's bottom, her thighs, and then finished with several loud cracks against her poor pussy, after which she immediately demanded Harriet pay penance with her tongue.

Considering how clumsy she was, Harriet had known securing another position without being dismissed would be incredibly difficult, so she'd done what the housekeeper demanded. She'd heard some of the other maids whispering about similar encounters with the housekeeper, so it hadn't been entirely unexpected. It was the first time Harriet had had to perform the service, and she'd prefer to avoid a repeat for as long as possible.

Her poor bottom and pussy had been on fire while she'd knelt between Mrs. Figgs' thighs, her own juices weeping from her cunt as she'd pleasured the housekeeper's, and she'd had to go right back to work afterwards. She hadn't been able to satisfy the ache between her legs until hours later! All in all, it had been most unsatisfactory.

Unfortunately, when Harriet returned to the library, Mrs. Figgs was standing there with her hands on her hips, waiting for you.

"Where have you been?" the housekeeper demanded. She was a sturdy, handsome woman, at least a decade older than Harriet, with a rather large bosom, and naturally reddish hair which she kept back in a severe bun.

"I had to visit the necessary, ma'am," Harriet said, lowering her gaze to the floor out of deference. Her heart was racing as anxiety and a kind of strange hope that she'd been caught clashed inside of her.

"Did you finish this room before you did so?"

"Of course, ma'am," Harriet lied immediately, studiously avoiding looking at the shelves that she hadn't been able to dust before she'd broken the vase. At least it didn't appear that Mrs. Figgs noticed anything was missing from the room.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Figgs hadn't also missed the dust. Her skirts swished as she walked over to the shelves Harriet hadn't dusted and ran her finger across them. Frowning, she turned to Harriet, holding up her dusty finger. "Would you like to explain this, then, missy?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Harriet stammered out. "I'll do them right now."

"Yes you will, and for lying, you'll be punished as you do so." Mrs. Figgs' eyes gleamed as she tugged the paddle free of her belt, using it to imperiously gesture Harriet to come forward.

Whimpering a little, Harriet could feel her nipples perking up as she did so. As soon as she was standing in front of the shelves, Mrs. Figgs grabbed the back of her skirt and yanked it up, tucking it up into the tie of her apron so that her backside was bared. The uniform did not include undergarments, so there was no protection for Harriet's poor bottom as Mrs. Figgs began to spank it unmercifully.

"Up on your toes girl, do the top shelves first!" The housekeeper barked as the paddle swung and landed on Harriet's rump.

She let out a sharp squeal as she did what Mrs. Figgs demanded, dusting as fast as she could.

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

Harriet cried out, tears sparking in her eyes as the paddle continued to smack against her bare bottom, each hot flash of pain making her body jerk. Her nipples hardened and her pussy began to cream as Mrs. Figgs scolded her, wielding the wicked paddle with even more force as the creamy skin of Harriet's buttocks turned pink.

"No kneeling, girl, bend over from the waist!"

The position put Harriet's bottom high in the air, exposing the sensitive crease of her inner cheeks. Tears dripped down her face as she cried out. The paddle was bouncing off bright pink skin and also hitting the untouched, more vulnerable skin of her crease, making her squirm with the pain. Between her legs, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as the humiliation of Mrs. Figgs' scolding and the painful swats against her bottom rained down on her.

"Please, Mrs. Figgs!" she cried out, begging, as she bent forward and the spanking rocked her body back and forth. It felt like her skin was actually roasting under the heavy assault, and she blushed as she felt cool air against the wet lips of her pussy, knowing that her swollen, aroused flesh would be clearly visible to the housekeeper. "Not so hard! I'm sorry!"

"You certainly will be," Mrs. Figgs snapped, with a crack against Harriet's sit spot that had her howling as she hurriedly ran the dusting rag over the second to last shelf. "Lying is not tolerated in this household! Bad enough that you're clumsy, but if I can't beat that out of you, I will certainly beat out your lies!"

The reminder of Harriet's clumsiness left her tongue-tied, as she remembered the vase. Her spanking would have been so much worse if Mrs. Figgs knew that she was still breaking things.

"Done!" she cried out, trying to straighten, and then shrieking in surprise as Mrs. Figg's hand pressed down on her upper back, holding her in her bent over position, and landing two more cracking blows to Harriet's already roasted rump. She howled, sobbing, as the last two blows landed, even more humiliated when her pussy spasmed. There was something wrong with her, that she should react so, that punishment and embarrassment should make her pussy cream the way it did. It made working in Norwell house both harder and easier.

"No more lying, missy, do you hear me?" Mrs. Figgs asked, brandishing the paddle as she finally allowed Harriet to straighten.

Harriet nodded, her hands going towards her poor, throbbing bottom and then hovering over the singed cheeks, too afraid to actually touch them. The tears on her face dripped down onto her dress and apron. "Yes, Mrs. Figgs, I'm so sorry."

"Good, get on then," Mrs. Figgs said ferociously. "You still have four more rooms to do today."

Both disappointed and relieved that Mrs. Figgs wasn't going to ask the service that she had of Harriet the last time she'd been punished, the maid turned to scurry from the room. As her hands went to the back of her skirts, she heard Mrs. Figgs calling behind her.

"You leave the back of that skirt up, Missy. Maybe an afternoon of showing off your bottom will help you remember to be truthful."

Blushing furiously, Harriet almost died as she stepped out of library and nearly ran into George, one of the footmen. He laughed as she scurried away down the hall from him and she knew that he was looking at the chastened cheeks of her bottom.

The rest of Harriet's day went fairly normally, other than the throbbing of her bottom and the whispers and giggles of the other servants in the house. Several of them were more sympathetic than anything else, and she assumed that she wasn't the first to be made to expose herself as a kind of punishment. To her shame, Lord Norwell - upon seeing her rosy cheeks - chuckled and gave them a resounding slap as he passed by her in the hall.

"Good to see discipline is being kept," he said. "Too bad I don't have time today to reinforce the lesson."

Harriet whimpered at the thought. She'd heard about what happened to those who had their punishments reinforced by the lord of the house. He was apparently very fond of the strap. As a fit man in his fifties, who spent a good deal of time involved in sporting endeavors, he was in excellent health, still quite muscular, and very vigorous. Harriet didn't know whether she was more afraid that he might remember her or if she hoped that he would.

During supper in the servants' hall, she ate standing up and she wasn't the only one to do so. A groom named Jerry and another maid named Molly were both on their feet for the meal. At least she'd finally been allowed to put down her skirts, so that no one could see the glowing red cheeks of her bottom anymore. She knew they were glowing because she'd seen them in the mirror while she was dusting the sunroom.

When it was time to turn in, Harriet eagerly headed to her bedroom. The Norwell household was the only one she'd ever heard of where staff didn't have to share, and that was one of the perks of working here. Of course, that could be because there was no Lady Norwell, as the previous one had passed away years ago, and so a full staff wasn't needed. Harriet enjoyed the situation though, especially on days like today when she was fair throbbing with need between her legs. Her bottom still felt swollen and sensitive, even if the color had faded, and she knew that her climax tonight would be incredible after such the spanking and the humiliation Mrs. Figgs had heaped on her.

Quickly entering her room, she swiftly closed the door behind her and then froze in shock as she saw the naked man sitting on the edge of her bed. It was George, the footman. He was a handsome man, with dark hair and eyes, and a lean body with quite a few more muscles than she'd realized whenever she'd seen him closed. His nakedness wasn't entirely shocking to her - after all, she'd seen plenty of naked men before, especially since coming to work for Lord Norwell. Harriet hadn't dallied with any of her fellow staff; doing such was strictly forbidden, but she knew quite a few of them did it anyway. The key was just not to get caught. There would be no dismissal, of course, unless one chose to forego the punishment - and the punishments were harsh.

Before this, George had flirted with her and expressed an interest more than once, but she'd always rebuffed him. Discipline doled out for relations between the staff were always public and she didn't think she could bear everyone seeing just how wet and aroused her pussy became, even while she was crying and screaming from the punishment.

His presence surprised her, but that wasn't what froze her. What froze her were the items sitting next to him on the bed. Or, well, the pieces of items. He'd found her hidden stash of broken objects!

"Well, well, well, Harriet," he said, a gleam in his eye. "You have been a naughty girl."

Gulping, Harriet leaned back, pressing her back against the door. The contact between her butt and the hard wood made it burn, as if reminding her what was in store if George told on her. Of course, the fact that George was here, in her room, naked, made it unlikely that was his first option.

"Are you going to tell on me?" she asked in a whisper.

He raised an eyebrow at her and crooked his finger. "Not if you're a good girl and come over here."

Well, as long as they didn't get caught, this might not be terrible. George was obviously willing to keep her secret, and he was a very attractive man... plus, Harriet was still horribly aroused and George appeared ready to help with that. She licked her lips and stepped forward, becoming even more excited as he watched her move. His cock began to rise as she came closer, thickening and lengthening as she watched.

"Have you been with a man before?" he asked, as she stopped in front of him.

"Yes." She shivered as he reached out turned her around so that he could untie her apron and begin unbuttoning her dress.

"Do you have a particular objection to being with me?" he asked, his voice hardening.

Harriet wondered what he would do if she said yes, but she told him the truth. "No. I just don't want to get into more trouble."

At that, he chuckled, turning her back around and tugging on her dress so that it dropped from her body, pooling around her feet and leaving her completely naked. Maids in the Norwell household didn't need undergarments. She blushed as his eyes roved over her body, taking in her hard, pink nipples and the curls over her mound, which were currently hiding the slickness of her arousal.

"You seemed to enjoy getting into trouble today."

The impact of his words hit her and she gasped. "You saw?"

"Oh yes." Masculine smugness was clear in his voice as he tugged her forward, pulling her over his lap as she let out a squeak, which she immediately muffled with her hand. He had her angled over his lap so that her upper body was resting on the bed, one of his legs almost between hers, and her sensitive mound pressing against his thigh. She squirmed, biting back a moan as her nipples were abraded by the rough blanket over her sheets and her mound pressed against his thigh. It felt incredibly good. George finger's, callused and rough, rubbed against the still pink cheeks of her bottom, making her squirm some more.

Her legs spread wider as she realized she could rub herself against his thigh in this position, her stiff little clitty stimulated by the rough hair on his leg.

"Such a naughty girl," he murmured, and he brought his hand down with a sharp, swift SLAP.

"Ow!"

"Quiet, naughty girl," he said, rubbing the spot he'd just smacked. She could feel his cock pressing against her side, jerking as he smacked her again.

Grabbing the sheets, Harriet stuffed them in her mouth as George spanked her. He actually wasn't using that much force, but on her already chastened bottom it stung like the dickens, and she could stop squirming and crying out. But she didn't know if she was crying out in pain or pleasure, because with every swat of his hand against her rump, her body would buck and her pussy would rub against his leg, making her ride his thigh, and her clit buzzed and hummed with pleasure as she moved.

"That's it, Harriet," George hissed, spanking her a little harder.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Tears were leaking down her cheeks again as she rocked against his leg, her bottom throbbing from the abused.

"You dirty girl, rubbing yourself on my leg while you're being spanked... you like it don't you? Spend for me, Harriet, spend all over my leg and then I'll make you lick it up."

She squealed as he suddenly stopped spanking her and shoved his fingers harshly into her pussy. The shock of being forcibly entered, his thick fingers invading her tight channel, sent her flying. When he used his other hand to swat her burnt cheeks again, adding pain to the ecstasy that was rising inside of her, Harriet screamed into her mattress with the utter rapture of it. Her pussy clamped down around his thrusting digits, her clit rubbing against his thigh as cream leaked from her cunt, and her bottom stinging and burning from all the abuse it had taken during the day.

George kept her riding his leg until she was utterly spent, her body quivering from the incredible pleasure. She squeaked as he slid her off of his lap, dropping her onto the floor on her knees.

"Look at the mess you made," he said, pointing at his thigh, which was glossy with her honey. "Lick it up."

Harriet didn't even protest. Her body felt too good... between her legs her pussy was swollen and sated, but when she leaned back onto her heels, her bottom protested. Ouch! Leaning forward again, she bent over George's leg, licking the musky-sweet juices from him. She blushed beet red as she saw him watching her with avid, hungry eyes, his cock bobbing mere inches from her face. The plum head was so dark red it looked almost angry and fluid was already beginning to leak from the bulbous tip.

"Yes, dirty girl, clean up your mess," he said, groaning, as he wrapped his hand around his cock, fisting it while he watched her. His other hand slid into her hair, scattering the pins that held it in a neat bun. The second she had cleaned every inch of her cream from his skin, he was tugging her over to his cock, shoving it between her lips.

She took it in eagerly, humming with pleasure at the meaty taste. Already her body was tingling again, and when he reached down to begin tugging and pinching on her nipples, her moan of pleasure was muffled by his cock sliding into her throat. Harriet was honest enough to admit that she would have loved to do this with George a long time ago, but she hadn't been willing to risk the punishment of being caught. Now that he knew her secret, she could justify this as actually avoiding more punishment! And knowing that he probably would really tell on her if she hadn't given him what she wanted just made her even more horny for some reason.

He was right, she was a naughty girl. A dirty girl.

Sliding her hand between her legs, she started fingering her clit as she kept suckling at his cock, aroused all over again by the circumstances and her thoughts. George's hand pressed on the back of her head, forcing her to take more of him, and tears sparked in her eyes as her throat burned. He pinched her nipple harder with his other hand, making her pussy clench, and she rubbed her clitty harder as her need grew.

Looking up at George, she felt herself blush as she watched him watching her suck his cock. His eyes were hungry, flashing with enjoyment, and then he was pushing her down again so that she couldn't look at him. Harriet gagged as he forced more of his cock into her mouth, using his hand in her hair to slide her head up and down his length, no longer allowing her any control over her movements. With one hand on his thigh, Harriet fingered herself furiously as the rest of her submitted to his dominance.

George groaned as he thickened inside of her mouth, pushing her up and down faster and harder as he approached his own climax. More tears slid down Harriet's cheeks as she gagged and choked, but did nothing to try and slow him. She loved the feeling of him using her mouth, of his hand in her hair, governing her movements. When he pushed her all the way down, her lips wrapped around the root of his cock, cutting off her air, her pussy pulsed and she nearly did choke as she quivered in orgasm just as the first jets of his seed began to shoot down her throat.

The lack of air made her lightheaded as her pussy spasmed, her mouth full of cock, her belly filling with George's cum. The muffled whimpers she made seemed to make George spend even more, Her throat worked as she swallowed several loads of the salty-sweet fluid which was now coating the inside of her mouth as he loosened his hold on her head and she was able to pull away slightly.