Manor Maid Punished Publicly Ch. 01

Reluctantly dressed up like a French maid, Belle quickly brings the kettle to a boil, preparing a jug of milk and sugar. She listens as her master opens the front door, greeting the friends he invited over this evening. The sound of their collective laughter and chatting fills the otherwise silent manor as they walk through the house, to the dining room. Gathering everything onto a silver platter, she carries it out to them.

'God I hate this part' She thinks so herself, dreading the reaction from the rowdy men.

As she walks into the room, all three pairs of eyes gaze over at her, watching as she meekly but obediently places the tray down, and begins to pour them all a cup of tea. She can feel every single one of them boring holes into her with their eyes, mentally ravishing every inch of her small frame. The silence is unbearable.

"Have you forgotten something, pet?" He asked, the corners of his mouth widening ever so slightly as his eyes fixated on hers, watching her carefully.

"No sir." Her head shakes, her quick reply is an attempt to show confidence, but the desperate stare back at him shows that she may not be so sure.

The sound of the wood chair slowly scraping across the oak floorboards as he rises from his seat pierces through the silence, sending a shiver down her spine and making her quickly avert her eyes. His eyes never leave her as he approaches her from behind. He rests his hands upon both of her shoulders and leans down, whispering "What is the first rule I gave you, regarding your well-earned position as the maid of the house?"

Her body stiffens as she corrects her posture, keenly aware of the man towering behind her, holding her steady under his hands.

"I forgot to offer your guests a choice of beverage, sir." Both of the guests are staring at her from the opposite end of the dining table, sick smirks painted across their faces. She hangs her head to avoid their gazes, opting to fiddle with the frills of her apron instead.

"So what are you waiting for, little girl?" His grip on her shoulders tightens, asserting his position over her. She grits her teeth. She hates serving anyone other than her master. This is not the first time he has had to have this conversation with her. When her punishment first began 2 months ago, she refused to serve his guests at all. She enjoyed a bit of humiliation now and then. But having to serve strangers in her little frilly maid outfit was downright degrading for her. When they left, her behavior was swiftly corrected through corporal punishment. And due to her shyness in front of strangers, she was commanded to send photos of her bruised backside to the men she disobeyed that day, accompanying it with a heartfelt, hand-written apology for her insubordination.

"Ha! I don't think she likes us. We are no one to be afraid of. Right, Tom?" The guest jeers, nudging his friend who's sat beside him "She just needs a bit of persuasion I think" Tom replies, smiling from ear to ear at the meek girl standing at the opposite end of the dining table.

"Is that true? You don't like them? Or are you going to fall to your knees, and beg them for forgiveness?" She can hear the smile in his voice, he knows damn well she will not beg anyone other than him.

"Yes, it's true si-" before she finishes her sentence, he balls his fist into her hair, and violently bends her over the table. He holds his grip on her hair firmly as he leans down over her, she struggles against his grip but ultimately fails to get more than a cm up off the table. "You dare to admit your distaste for a guest in my own home? In front of them?" The deep rumble in his voice makes her whimper, as she struggles to get free from his grasp. The laughter she can hear from the other side of the table pierces her ears. She is bent over a table in front of two strangers, her ass exposed. A sharp, loud thud ricochets through the home as he plants a very hard smack on her ass.

"Please!!" She chokes, throwing her arms back to protect her throbbing cheeks.

"Please, what?" Another loud smack fills the room and mixes with her screams seconds later. He closes his eyes to savor the sweet sound of hope, which he will soon squander.

"Please, sir! Please please let me ask them." He releases his grip from her hair, allowing her to rise from her bent position.

"Take your panties off. Right now." She turns to look into his eyes, the sight of anger in his eyes, looking sternly into hers tells her all she needs to know. She should not dare disobey him in this moment, there is no predicting what he will do when he's like this. She removes her panties from under her skirt, folding them neatly and placing them in his outstretched hand.

"Okay, go ask them. And be a good girl about it." He says before he grabs her lower face, squishing until her lips part. He holds her mouth open with one hand as he stuffs her balled-up panties in her mouth with the other. Her eyes widen as she realizes what he is commanding her to do. Tears prickle in her eyes as she turns to face the two guests. The sight of her wet panties stuffed into her mouth as tears run down her cheeks makes them burst into laughter. She slowly approaches them, head hung in shame as she kneels before them.

"Go on, love!" They sneer at her, folding their arms as they wait patiently.

"Mmhhhm mmm hhmhm" she mumbles out an attempt at words, her panties soaking in her saliva. She looks at them, silently begging for mercy.

"That's not good enough is it, girl?" Her master beckons to her to bend herself back over the table. She obeys, bending over directly in front of the two guests, exposing her ass and pussy to them as they sit back in their chairs, their eager and hungry eyes lapping up every second.

"You've had a nasty little attitude for far too long, girl." His voice was deeper than before, seriousness dripping from his words. "I see now that my method of discipline was not hard enough. That is my fault. But when I make a mistake, I admit my fault and correct it. Which is what you failed to do today." He approaches the cupboard next to the table, his shoes tapping slowly against the oak floors. She listens intently, unable to see him as the only noise in the room is her master, opening the cupboard and moving things around inside. The sound of the cupboard suddenly being slammed shut makes her flinch. Chuckles can be heard emerging from behind her. His footsteps stop as he pauses in front of her face.

"I am going to correct my mistake. You are not going to like it. But I'm sure they will." He says, gesturing to the strange men sitting behind her. Tears roll down her cheeks silently as she accepts her fate. No amount of begging or pleading will stop him now. She watches as he sits down beside the men.

"Get over my knee."

Fuck.

She clenches her eyes shut, wishing for him to change his mind but he says nothing as she rises, and shyly approaches him. He grabs her wrist firmly and pulls her over his lap. He reaches around to pull her panties out of her mouth.

"You will not take your eyes off them. And you will apologize after every hit. Am I clear?"

"Yes sir" she begins looking up at them, forced to take in their smirks of satisfaction, seeing her like this.

*SMACK* The sound of a wooden paddle being slammed against her bare ass could be heard down the street. She stifles a scream, knowing that would make her situation much, much worse.

"I'm sorry!" She chokes out through tears, still keeping her eyes on them.

*SMACK* the pain radiates through her, making her body jerk in pain. "Not good enough." He said from above her.

"Im so sorry!" She screams, clutching her master's leg for support as her core goes weak.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

"Not good enough!" He boomed over her, moving his hand to clutch her hair in his hand, ripping her head back.

"You will beg for forgiveness. At least try to convince us you mean it, or I promise you, you will fucking regret it." He barked at her, getting a whimper and a quick nod in response.

"I'm so sorry for disrespecting you. I'll never do it again I swear."

*SMACK*

"Please forgive me! I'm so, so sorry Sir. I'll never disobey you again!"

*SMACK*

As she forces out yet another humiliating apology, he stops to admire her burning red flesh. Stroking his hand gently over her ass and she writhes from the sensitivity. He commands her to stand, and she does so.

"Strip." His command is simple. She wipes the tears off of her face, and bends down, gathering the hem of her dress, she slowly lifts it over her head, revealing her naked body to the men. Her master rises from his seat and meets her gaze.

"Stand in that corner, facing the wall. Do not move." She sniffles, wiping her tears from her face as she makes her way to the corner, one hand covering her chest, and the other covering her pussy from the view of the men still chuckling and jeering at her. She can feel all their eyes on her bare red ass, clear markings from the paddle on full display to those she refused to serve just 30 minutes ago.

She will never make that mistake again.

*** Next-Day ***

"Hold my hand and let me guide you," says her master as he wraps the scarf around her eyes, taking her hand in his. She trusts him entirely, letting him pull her down the hall and around the corner. Her free arm is planted by her side at all times, never feeling the need to reach out and feel where she is. She almost trusts her master to be her eyes more than she does herself. They come to a halt as they round another corner, she can feel by the route they took that they're standing in her room. He begins to untie the scarf from around her eyes. "Open" he commands.

She slowly opens her eyes and blinks away the sudden light sensitivity. As her vision clears and focuses, she sees her closet, doors wide open displaying the contents. He notices the furrowed and confused look on his sub's face as she washes her eyes over the sea of black and white that has now replaced her usually very colorful wardrobe. Her eyes focus intensely on her master as he leaves her side, approaching the closet.

"This.." he starts, pulling one of the dresses off the rack and holding it out, admiring it. "This is what you get when you disobey me repeatedly." Her eyes widen as she stares at the maid uniform, a replica of the one he had been forcing her to wear in front of guests as her punishment for disobedience. Her eyes dart back and forth between her master holding the dress, and the wardrobe filled with at least 10 identical others.

"Sir... I don't understand" she says meekly. Putting the dress back on the rack, he moves closer to her, placing both of his big hands on her shoulders.

"You have disobeyed me not once, not twice but three times in the past 2 months. You know very well that is unacceptable." He stares into her eyes, evaluating her reactions. He watches as she averts her gaze, opting to look at her hands fiddling longingly with the elastic of her sweatpants instead."I will not stand for any more back-chat from you. I have made sure you are keenly aware of your position in this house, and I will continue to do so. Starting with making sure you know your place 24/7." His words were stern and unyielding, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Yes sir.." she whispers, her face reddening as she accepts the consequences. She stands before him as she processes the information. She is to be dressed how she loathes to be dressed, every single day regardless of whether there are guests over or not. He regards her for a moment, his face still and unreadable until he nods lightly before making his way to the door.

"Get dressed. Tonight we are celebrating Tom's birthday. You'll be expected to be on your best behavior throughout the night." He disappears down the hall, leaving her staring at the wardrobe. She starts flicking through all the maid outfits, looking for anything that remains of her usual wardrobe. Nothing.

"Oh" her master reappears, leaning on the doorframe, making her jump and pull her arms back down to her sides. "I forgot the main event! How silly of me. Simply wearing a dress isn't a suitable punishment is it, dear?" He teases, smirking at her from across the room. He reaches into his back pocket as he begins to approach her. "Turn around" he commands, nearing close to her. She quickly turns around without hesitation, feeling his chest now pressing into her back. "You know, my dear, obedience isn't just about following orders. It's about trust, understanding, and respect." His voice, low and husky, sent shivers down her spine. Though she feared him, she felt at the same time, comforted and secure. She hasn't yet come to understand this feeling, but she will.

As she begins to respond, he moves swiftly to tie a ballgag around her mouth before she has a chance to close it. Her hands fly up to her face in panic, feeling the tight leather pressing into her cheeks as he fastens the buckle. He bends down to whisper in her ear. "You see, my dear, you have not only disobeyed me, but you have disrespected my friends in my own home. The words that came out of your mouth yesterday were vile. You embarrassed me." His words cut through her like a blade, tears begin to pool in her eyes as she realizes the gravity of what she did. He quickly turns her to face him and clutches her jaw sharply. "This is not to humiliate you. This is to remind you that what comes out of your mouth reflects on me as your Master. If you cannot speak accordingly, you will not speak at all." He stares deeply into her eyes while holding her face in place, silently daring her to protest. But she doesn't. She can't.

She nods her head in agreement, sniffling and wiping her cheeks. She stands there before her Master, her heart racing in her chest as fear, arousal, and dread mix with her thoughts. As she watches him turn and leave the room, she pushes away thoughts of taking the gag off. She knows full well she is unrestrained and able to take it off physically. But the binds her Master has crafted around her mind are stronger than any rope you could buy. Mouth held open, she obediently dresses herself, tying her white frilly apron with a bow crossed over her back.

*** That Night ***

She races around the kitchen, preparing meat for the barbeque, making salads, and chopping potatoes. She hurries over to the sink to the overflowing water jug, turning off the tap and wiping down the outside. Placing it on her tray, she picks out 8 matching glasses. Her master always loved her attention to detail. Everything she did for him was done with genuine love and care, and you could tell. Tonight, she was going to put her absolute soul into her duties, hoping to win back some favor from her beloved. Tom's booming laughter rises above the sound of the other boisterous men. She winces, unwillingly recalling the memory of the last time she saw him. Her bare ass was exposed to him as her Master spanked her over his lap in the very room they're all gathering in currently.

"Are you ready, darling?" His voice beckons to her, snapping her out of her thoughts. She nods, gathering up various bowls and plates full of ingredients to take outside to the barbeque, where her Master would begin cooking. "Come here." He reaches out and grabs her arm before she can exit the kitchen. He grabs a paper towel, wiping her mouth and chin of drool. "Can't have you slobbering all over our guests like that, can we?" he asks, smirking slightly at the sight of his muted maid. She shakes her head, offering a thankful look as she turns, making her way down the hall. Her heartbeat rises as she nears the chatter from the dining room approaching. Her face is already bright red before she enters the room. She treads lightly, keeping to the edges of the room in hopes of not being noticed.

"There she is!" Tom's voice is unmistakable as he rises from his seat. "I was starting to think you really meant what you said, that you didn't like me." He pouts teasingly. She stops suddenly, frozen by the sudden feeling of all these men staring at her, waiting for her response. She turns to face them, slowly looking up at Tom. "Oh. Shit!" He laughs, gripping his belly as he bellows. "You've done a good job taking care of that one, Harv." He teases, addressing her Master who has now appeared behind her after following her.

"Yes, well I'm sure she is deeply apologetic for her actions and would apologize profusely if she could. Wouldn't you, dear?" She nods her head rapidly, trying desperately to get her message across silently.

As the night progresses, she serves the guests with absolute devotion and grace, keenly aware of her Master's watchful eyes on her. She dedicates herself to being meticulous, watching glasses like a hawk and making sure not one of them runs dry. Crumbs are collected off the floor minutes after they drop, and empty plates are removed and washed immediately. She does all this while finding downtime to play live piano for them, as this is something her Master has always loved about her. Her fingers dance over the keys with ease and flow. Beautiful somber melodies fill the room as the night comes to a close, signifying the arrival of the restful evening. Her Master listens to her play intently, noting the way she is expressing herself audibly in the only way she can. Her notes are filled with sadness, regret, and hope. The crowd has thinned down now, only Tom remains as they chat, slurring their words ever so slightly.

"My love?" She stops playing suddenly, rising from her seat and approaching her Master, kneeling before him. He takes her face in his hands, leaning over in his armchair, he plants a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You've done well. I'm proud of you." His words feel like pure euphoria to her as she feels a wave of relief wash over her. She leans into his hands lovingly, unfazed by her display of undeniable submission in front of Tom. It has all paid off. He reaches behind her, unbuckling the gag and softly pulling it away from her mouth. She wipes the drool from her chin as she can't help but smile up at him. "Now go give a proper apology."

She nods, crawling 2 feet over to Tom, sitting next to her Master in a matching armchair. She kneels in front of him, hands on her knees as she looks up into his eyes. "I am so, so sorry for how I treated you yesterday. There is no excuse for my actions, and I have been punished accordingly. I sincerely hope that the service I provided tonight made it clear how much I regret my actions, sir." Her Master smiles as she finishes her apology. This is the first time he has heard her address anyone other than him as sir, despite how many times he reminded her.

"Good girl. It's past your bedtime now, isn't it?"

"Yes Sir."

"Go. Have a well-deserved rest. I'll clean up the kitchen." She rises to her feet and turns to go upstairs, not before bowing to both men and thanking them.