The Island: Pt. 18 - A Cunning Plan

THE ISLAND

Part 18: Florence has a Plan

By Gortmundy.

After she had recovered somewhat from her orgasm Florence gave Marta the rest of her spanking. Nothing too rigorous, but enough to add a gorgeous rosy-pink tint to the beautiful, rounded cheeks of her ass.

The doctor yelped each time the woman's hand smacked down on her bottom and she writhed enticingly on her lap, but her complaints were distinctly muted, especially when Florence would pause every so often to gently stroke and kiss the warming cheeks of her posterior.

When she was done Marta scampered off to examine those same rosy cheeks in the mirror, she felt flushed and more than a little excited as she admired the pretty pink hue. Looking across at Florence she pouted, "That stung you know?"

"You saying you didn't love every second of it?"

Marta grinned, "I can neither confirm nor deny any such rumour."

Florence rose from the couch in a fluid motion and Marta caught her breath at the spectacular sight as the naked nurse stretched like a cat with a contented sigh.

"I'm going for a shower doc, wanna come?"

"Will I 'cum' if I come?" Marta asked with a giggle.

Florence smiled, "That's the plan."

"Well, if you insist." Said the nurse as she flounced into the bathroom, before giving a startled yelp as Florence slapped her on the butt in passing, "get in there you little vixen."

Given how modern the facility was the shower cubicle was large and could easily fit two, or more, people. The nurse switched on the shower and as the steam began to build, she planted a stool in the middle of the cubicle, beneath the warm spray. With a gesture, she turned to the doctor, "Here, have a seat."

Marta looked slightly nervous, "Er... why?"

Florence gave her a broad smile, "So I can wash your hair of course."

For the next half hour or so Marta felt she had been transported to heaven as the taller woman worked on her hair, lathering, and rinsing it, stroking out the kinks with gentle fingers that somehow felt strong enough to bend metal. It felt like sheer unadulterated luxury, and she groaned in pleasure as Florence worked her hands over her shoulders and down her back, kneading and massaging the muscles, "Oh god that feels so good."

"I'm not as skilled as Sergio, but I got him to show me a few tricks."

"What did you show him?"

Florence chuckled, "A few tricks."

Marta parted her thighs with a soft moan of anticipation as the taller woman kissed her on the neck, her hands teasing her breasts before sliding downwards.

Florence gently manoeuvred the woman's thighs further apart before moving round and daintily dropping to her knees in front of her. "Turnabout's fair play doc."

The smaller woman groaned as the nurse ran her hands along the outside of her thighs while kissing her way along the inside as she worked towards her already sopping sex. Florence gave a low throaty chuckle, "My doc, you really are quite excited, aren't you?"

Sitting naked on the stool, under the warm spray of the shower, with her thighs spread wide Marta felt an incredible thrill at being so exposed. She released a long moan and her entire body trembled as the nurse began to use her tongue on her. Florence would bring the tormented woman to the brink of orgasm, before pausing to raise her head, either to kiss her lightly on her midriff or to take one of her nipples into her mouth for a few moments.

Marta had breathlessly grabbed the copper mane of the nurse's hair in both hands as her body quivered, "Pleasssee."

Florence grinned and ended her torment by running her tongue along the folds of her pussy to lick her clitoris. Marta gave several great panting groans as the sensation pushed her over the edge and her body convulsed uncontrollably, "OHHHH GODDD!"

She tilted the nurse's head up and showered her face with kisses making the woman giggle. "You like?"

"Oh god yes."

Florence returned the kisses of the flushed woman and murmured, "I think I'm going to give you another spanking later."

"But why?"

"Well, for taking advantage of me of course. There I was, innocently dreaming about bunnies and the recoil of my 7.62 Accuracy International, and you go and start feeling me up without so much as a 'by your leave'. Doesn't that deserve a spanking?"

"But you already gave me one."

"Hmm, so I did. Well in that case it's because your bottom is just so amazingly awesome, I can barely keep my hands off it. I just want to stroke it, kiss it, nibble on it a bit, and of course, spank it."

"Seriously?"

"Yup."

"You don't think it's just a bit... fat?"

"Marta, you have some fantastic curves, and I might just might, go so far as to say the cheeks of your ass look deliciously round, but only a complete madwoman would ever describe it as anything even close to 'fat'. It's gorgeous!"

The doctor beamed and her heart almost missed a beat at the words, "But why spank it?"

"Oh, because I'll really enjoy doing it, especially when you wriggle and make those cute little yelping noises, but mostly because I want to heat it up and turn it a very pretty pink colour for Stefan."

"What?"

"Well, when he gets home and asks how you've been I want you to go to him, lift up your skirt, pull down your knickers and show it to him while complaining that the new nurse gave you a spanking because you tried to take advantage of her."

Marta spluttered, "Florence! I can't do that! He'll..."

The nurse gave her a wicked grin, "You show him that ass and I know exactly what he'll do, immediately, and probably repeatedly."

"But what then? I mean, he's bound to... I don't know, I've no idea what he'll do."

"That's easy, he'll come to see me and ask why I spanked his wife."

"Oh."

"So, I'm going to tell him you took advantage of me, sliding your hands down the front of my knickers while I was sleeping, feeling me up, getting me very, very randy, before making passionate love to me all night."

"Oh Jesus..."

"Well, given I don't plan to be wearing very much when I tell him all that, and given I also plan to be very close to the poor man, I think he'll be a bit flustered, so I don't think it will be too hard to convince him he had better take his wife in hand and give her a proper thrashing to teach her a lesson she won't forget."

"Oh, my."

"I figure I'll have to come through and help hold you down while he gives your ass a real seeing to. Hey, I wonder if he'll want to use his belt. He wears a belt, doesn't he?"

Marta whimpered.

"Oh, don't worry, he won't really want to hurt you, and I sure as hell wouldn't let him if he did. Your bum might sting for a day or two, but I'm guessing that by the time we've finished with you you'll be as randy as hell, and we'll be lucky to escape with our lives."

"So, I'm going to be spanked and fucked senseless all evening. That's your plan?"

Florence gave her an evil chuckle, "Oh yes, I think you're going to be quite busy tonight my dear."

"I'm going to get spanked by you, fucked by him and then spanked and fucked by both of you?"

"Well, if you're a good girl I might just have my way with you again before he gets here, just to keep you warmed up of course. But when he does get here, I'm hoping to get in on the action, so you better not get too upset when I give him a blowjob or two, and if he doesn't stick his dick in me at least a few times then I'll really tan your ass. What do you think?"

Marta shook her head but couldn't help but grin.

"You truly are nuts."

"I told you that ages ago."

"Well, it's a cunning plan, but it might just work."

"Cool."

Marta slid her arms around the tall woman and kissed her again as she murmured, "Tell me in detail, what you think he'll do to me."

Florence grinned, "Well first..."

Bethari felt close to terrified as she was led through the bowels of the kitchens, every so often she would have to take a breath to steady her nerves and she was both grateful and a bit embarrassed when the little brunette took her by the hand, "She must think I'm behaving like a five-year-old."

They paused at a door and Natassia turned to her, "This is Mrs Beatrice's office. Now I won't lie, she can be scary as hell, but truth be told she's actually quite nice. She's the one who asked me to come check on you after all. She's the housekeeper, which means she's in charge of all the household staff, except maybe Gunter, and chef of course, nobody bosses chef around."

Natassia grinned, "Try to think of her as Granny McPhee, instead of the evil stepmother from Snow White and you'll be pretty close to the mark."

"What?"

"Never mind, just be polite and be honest and you'll do fine."

"Will you come in with me?"

Natassia gave her hand a squeeze, "Of course, I will. You ready?"

Bethari braced herself and nodded.

The brunette grinned and nodded to the door, "Better knock then."

Natassia almost giggled as she remembered playing 'Dungeons and Dragons', and a great magical door in the 'Tomb of Horrors'. Watching the girl raise her hand to timidly knock on the office door just reminded her of the whole scenario, "Course that door really was a trap and killed just about everyone after all come to think of it."

"Enter."

Pushing the door open she indicated for Bethari to proceed her.

Mrs Beatrice rose politely from behind her desk as the two entered. "Good afternoon Bethari, Natassia, I was just about to have some tea, would you care for a cup?"

Bethari stumbled to a halt and Natassia answered for her, "Thank you Mrs Beatrice that would be lovely."

"Please have a seat ladies, I'll be mother shall I. Would you care for a biscuit, chef made them?"

Once they were all seated the older woman turned her steely gaze on the young woman, "So Bethari, welcome to the villa, I'm sure Natassia has explained who and what I am, but just in case she missed anything let me explain, I am Mrs Beatrice, the housekeeper and as such I manage all the household staff, essentially I'm your boss."

She indicated a sheaf of papers on the desk in front of her, "That is a copy of your contract, it's quite extensive and rather a lot to read, but it details your terms of employment, payment, expected nature of your duties and whatnot. This interview is for my benefit really, it allows me to get to know you just a little. When we're done what I would like is for you to take that copy of your contract with you, take a day or two to get to know your way around the villa and its grounds, read the contract and bring it back to me with any questions. Now I will certainly have questions for you so when I say read it, that is precisely what I mean young lady. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Excellent," she pointed at Natassia, "this one here never read a bloody word of it except the amount she was going to be paid but you look smarter than her so I'm quietly hopeful."

Natassia had to hide her smile.

During the interview that followed Bethari was bombarded with questions regarding skills, hobbies, favourite books, likes, dislikes and just about every subject she could think of, even a few very personal questions regarding boyfriends and sexual history and habits. By the end, she was blushing, confused and exhausted all at the same time.

"I think that's quite enough for one day, don't you? Why don't we have another cup of tea and perhaps Natassia could show you the pool if you like. Do you have a suitable swimming garment?"

Bethari shook her head.

"Hmm, well I am certain the tailoress will be able to sort you out in a jiffy. First, let me tell you a little about what I have in mind for you. As you no doubt surmise you have virtually no useful skills for a household such as this."

Bethari looked down and blushed.

"But that's actually a good thing really. You are a Tabula Rasa if you like, a blank slate. It means if you have any particular interest you wish to pursue then we can guide you in that direction. You mentioned you liked cooking, well chef is incredibly skilled, but of course, he's a typical chef, very dramatic, a very good-natured man but you would still need a thick skin to work with him. I'm told you are a gifted vocalist and I hope to hear you singing for us when your confidence allows.

In the meantime, you will be working with another girl who will show you the ropes. I'm afraid it will be simple work to begin with, fetch and carry, cleaning, making beds and the like. Nothing to be ashamed of however, it's how I started after all. In the meantime, I'll get you scheduled for driving lessons starting next week. Would that suit?"

"Driving lessons?"

"Well, yes, we have a number of vehicles and sometimes there are errands outwith the villa that may require transportation. So, it is a skill you will need in due course."

"You'd let me drive?"

"Well once you've mastered the skill yes. You are not going to be a serf young lady, and this is not a plantation, you will require skills, computer literacy, accountancy, preferably at least one more language, driving, that sort of thing, and we will make sure you have the opportunity to learn these skills. All we require from you is honesty and a moderately diligent attitude."

"I thought I was going to be..."

"I can imagine. No, there is what you might call drudge-work, or menial labour if you want to call it that but we all pitch in because it has to be done and so far we haven't invented a robot that can do it for us. You might even see me make a bed or two if you're quick enough, Natassia get that grin off your face young lady!"

"Yes ma'am."

"And it's not all work. There will be plenty of opportunities for relaxation and recreation. I believe a couple of the young gentlemen are off scuba diving in the cove just now and there's a beach barbeque scheduled for later in the week so it's not all hard labour after all."

The older woman looked at Bethari over the rim of her glasses, "There is one thing however that we should perhaps discuss. I have a traditional set of values in certain regards and I tend to deal with matters in a somewhat direct manner, I dislike leaving things hanging so if I find myself displeased with some aspect of a person's work or their deportment while they are working I would deal with that swiftly and directly, and as such I mean I would use corporal punishment, specifically the cane, on their posterior, sometimes in view of others. It's probably a bit ridiculous in this modern age, but it's how I was raised and how things are done here in the meantime. It's specified in your contract and if you have strong feelings against it then you are of course free to leave."

Bethari looked confused, "So you would beat me with a cane if I did something wrong?"

"Not always, and not without warning, but essentially, yes."

"Erm, it's just that, well, that's what happened at home. If I misbehaved my mum would do it, but if it was really bad my dad would and then my bum would sting for a week at least. Then at school, it was the same thing. I just thought that's what happened everywhere."

"No, in most other places you would be fired or somesuch."

"So, I'd lose my livelihood? I think I'd rather have a beating thanks, at least it's over and done with."

"You know Bethari, I think I may just be warming to you."