Maid For Trouble #3
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.
Her finger movements slowed, her own climax gently descending.
As the pleasure began to dissipate, she was more aware of her burning bottom than ever, as if her body had been blocked from the pain and now it wasn't. George stroked her head as she suckled the last bit of seed from his cock, leaving him soft and empty in her mouth.
"Good girl," he said, smiling down at her with a pleased expression on his face. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Maybe next time you won't be so quick to turn me away."
Once George was gone, Harriet lay on her tummy in her bed.
Her bottom hurt too much for any other position, but any ache between her legs was completely gone, and she felt sleepy, warm, and satisfied.
George's attentions were much better than what she could have done for herself, even if she did feel like a harlot.
.. but it really hadn't been her fault, since she had just let him do what he wanted so that she wasn't punished.
Well, other than the spanking he'd given her himself, but that had been as much fun as it had been painful.
Smiling, Harriet burrowed her head into her pillow; she was completely sated and she needn't even feel guilty over it. She also had the feeling that George would be back again. After all, she hadn't bothered to find a new hiding place for the evidence of her clumsiness.
For the next few days, Harriet was as careful as could be.
Her bottom was very tender after Mrs. Figgs' paddling, followed by the spanking that George had blackmailed her into.
However, she was still rather disappointed that George didn't come seeking her out again.
Perhaps now that he'd figured out the key to having her, he was no longer interested?
Her disappointment didn't do anything to disperse her own lust though—she played with herself every night, thinking about being over George's knee, about rubbing her pussy against his thigh while he spanked her, and the way he'd used her mouth for his pleasure.
It also made her look at the rest of the staff in a new light—which was not necessarily a good thing.
Before, it had been very easy to avoid any kind of flirtation or indiscretion, because she hadn't allowed herself to think of them that way.
As her bottom healed, however, and she didn't break anything new, she couldn't stop thinking that maybe a punishment would be worth the pleasure.
.. Perhaps tomorrow she would see if any of the other footmen or grooms that had expressed an interest in her before would still be amiable. Her pussy fairly burned at the thought.
She didn't have any time to pursue anything, unfortunately, as the next morning Lord Norwell's son returned unexpectedly.
Lord Isaac looked very much like his father, only without any grey sprinkling his brown hair.
He needed no padding for his shoulders or breeches, as his muscles fairly bulged from all of his activities.
With piercing grey eyes that must have come from his mother, his very presence was enough to send quite a few of the maids swooning.
Of course, they all whispered about his strong arm as well.
Like his father, Lord Isaac was very interested in the discipline of the household.
Mrs. Figgs sent Harriet to make up the heir's bedroom, loaded down with bed linens and towels, as the rest of the household scrambled to open up the rest of his rooms, and prepare a proper dinner since both noblemen would be dining in the residence that evening.
Scurrying around the room, Harriet put down the towels by the basin of water next to his shaving stand and then went to the bed.
Efficiently, she stripped the musty sheets which had been put on the bed when Lord Isaac had departed the house last, and began to put the new, sweet-smelling ones on.
Making the beds was one of her favorite chores, as there was very little opportunity for her to break anything during the task.
She was bent over, tucking in the corner of the sheets, when she heard the door open behind her.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" The deep voice was amused and a bit lascivious, and Harriet jumped, squeaking in dismay as she straightened. She'd thought that she'd been moving quickly, but apparently not quickly enough.
Lord Isaac was standing in the doorway, as handsome as ever, his gaze traveling over her from head to toe. From the expression on his face, he was pleased with what he saw.
"Taking your time, were you, girl?"
"No, my lord!" Harriet said, a bit pleadingly. There was only one corner of the bed that she hadn't tended to, after all, she'd nearly finished. "I'll be done in just a moment, I promise."
"Carry on then."
Disturbingly, he walked into the room, closing the door behind him as she hurried to the last corner.
She could feel his eyes on her, making her skin tingle and goosebump as she bent over and quickly folded and tucked it.
When she finished, she stood straight and turned around to curtsy, only to gasp and nearly fall over when she realized how close he was standing to her.
He was mere feet away, at the other end of the bed, his eyes bright with interest and lust. Harriet felt an answering rise of interest in herself, which she tried to stamp down.
Just because she was randy lately didn't meant she should put herself in the way of the heir!
Especially not with what she'd heard about him.
Unfortunately, it was already too late for her.
"Very nice," he said. "Now that you're finished, we can move on to your punishment."
Harriet's mouth went dry. "My... my punishment, my lord?"
"Oh yes, little maid. You didn't think I would let your dawdling go unpunished, did you?
" He shook his head, his handsome face bearing a false expression of reluctant duty.
"My father has very strict standards for this household, and it seems to me you need a spot of discipline to remind you of that. "
"Oh no, please, my lord," Harriet said, trembling all over even as her thighs clenched together, her special place throbbing with sudden interest. "I don't need a reminder, I'll remember on my own, I promise!"
"I'm sure you will after this," he said, giving her a smile. "Now bend over the bed like a good girl and lift your skirts."
Her pussy pulsed at the command and Harriet stifled a little whimper.
Going by the look in the young lord's eyes, he'd made his decision and there would be no gainsaying him.
She wasn't even sure she wanted to... after all, George hadn't returned to her room, and she'd gone both unpunished and unpleasured for several days now.
Lord Isaac had a reputation for dealing out both when disciplining the staff.
Lifting her skirts up to her hips, Harriet bent over the bed as instructed, blushing as she felt cool air waft over her swollen nether lips. They were already shamefully wet, announcing her immodest lust to Lord Isaac. She hoped he wouldn't notice, but of course he did.
His delighted chuckle made her blush even harder. "My, my, little maid. Is this what you didn't want me to see?"
His finger brushed through the slick folds of her cunt, before suddenly, ruthlessly, shoving inside of her.
Harriet squealed at the intrusion. It didn't hurt exactly, but it certainly stretched her in an uncomfortable and arousing way.
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment that he'd seen her body's reaction.
The embarrassment increased as his finger pumped back and forth, making her want to moan at the sensations that rippled through her.
She almost whimpered when he withdrew, leaving her empty and needy.
"As delightful as your charms are, you still need to be punished," Lord Isaac said, a hint of glee in his voice.
"Yes, my Lord," Harriet replied, nervousness warring with her arousal.
The feel of vulnerability increased as she heard his belt slide against the cloth of his pants.
It was a familiar sound from her childhood, from the occasions she'd warranted a belting from her father.
With her face pressing against the mattress, her anxiety rose higher in anticipation, her fingers already digging into the blankets.
"Count them out."
Smack!
Harriet hadn't had time to reply before the first blow landed, the folded-over strap of leather landing across both of her cheeks in a wide strip.
She let out a little scream at the lash of pain, gasping at the sharp impact as tears immediately sprung to her eyes.
It felt like there was a burning path right across the center of her bottom.
"Little maid, I said to count."
"One, my lord!" Harriet blurted out.
"Good girl." Fingers traced over the swollen welt across her buttocks, and Harriet mewled at the touch, which felt almost like sandpaper against her skin. "Don't forget again, or I'll have to add extra lashes to your punishment."