A Month With Mr. Martin (A Sequel to The Headmaster's Schoolgirl Wife)

The Party

The doorbell rang brightly.  Alexis sprang to her feet from where she had been scrubbing the floor and raced to attend, knowing the consequences for tardiness.  To her surprise a well-dressed couple stood there.  Mr. Martin had not informed her they would be entertaining, but then of course she was only the housemaid.  She curtsied, the man's gaze following her breasts as they spilled out of the uniform, the woman scowling at his obvious interest.

To her horror, she recognized them from the foundation board, though their names eluded her.  Some snooty couple she’d told off for being too tight with the purse strings and too harsh with the help.  The lady in particular was quite keen on the latter, routinely berating and belittling servants to tears.  Keeping her head low, Alexis only hoped they did not make the connection between “Miss Alex” the maid and wealthy Alexis, their erstwhile companion in dispensing desperately needed largesse to the Martin estate.  Fortunately, they seemed less interested in her face than in her other maidenly attributes, though their reactions contrasted sharply.  The matronly wife raised her nose indignantly and sniffed, as her husband gaped, trying to gain a vantage where he could view her assets unobserved by his better half.

“Look at this little slut,” the female of the pair sneered.  “Shameless.”  Alexis blushed resentfully, thinking the comment typical of the old harpy, but held her tongue.  The woman smirked at her husband behind her hand, popping a small chocolate in her mouth, then threw the wrapper on the floor behind Alexis.  “Pick it up,” she ordered briskly, mouth forming a harsh line as she chewed.

Alex turned smartly and bent at the waist, as she had been trained to do, and the man’s eyes widened at the view.  She kept her knees pinned together but still gave the couple quite a show as the very short and billowy skirt rose.  “Oh, you little bitch,” said the woman conversationally.  She elbowed her husband, who suddenly became very interested in the vaulted ceiling’s woodcarvings.

The paper semed to be stuck to the floor, and Alexis couldn’t help shifting her hips as she struggled to find purchase, making the man’s eyes go wider yet.  The older woman huffed indignantly.  Smack!  Smack! Smack! Without warning she began slapping the naked, creamy white buttocks that had her companion so absorbed.  “Stay just like that till I finish!  Imagine!  Showing my husband your bare breasts!  And then wiggling your bare bottom cheeks at him!  The very idea!”  The slaps began to turn the aforementioned white bottom bright pink.  Alexis was afraid to speak, to avoid either being recognized or further antagonizing her assailant.  She could hardly believe she was being spanked by a board member, worst of all one who was a notorious bully!

“And those hard nipples! You dirty thing! Why, I’ll bet you’d love to spread your legs and show him your filthy crotch, wouldn’t you?  Probably already wet, aren’t you? ” she added slyly.  “Been touching yourself, I’d wager?”

Alexis pitched her voice low and meek to the point of inaudibility.  “Ow! Please! Owww! No, ma’am! Owww!” Spanks continued to rain down.  Of course it was true she was quite wet and panting, as Charles had politely requested her to pleasure herself just on the edge of orgasm for quite a frustratingly lengthy time before abruptly sending her to scrub the floors a few minutes ago.  And so when the doorbell rang she was flushed and dripping, not to mention achingly horny.  She had not been permitted to cover her shame with panties, and after a few minutes of spanking, the foyer was heavily perfumed by Alexis’ pussy.  She knew they could all smell it, and worst of all she could see the husband’s flushed response and sparkling eyes.

The wife was much less sanguine.  “Liar!” Olivia hooted. “Why your musky slut-hole just reeks of lust! Such impertinence!” Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Ow!  I’m sorry miss!”

“You should be!  I’ve a good mind to take you home and give you a real seeing to!  You can bet my servants would never dare be so lascivious!” Another smack interposed every other syllable.

“Is everything all right, Olivia?” Charles Martin stood just outside the foyer, watching the spanks fall.  Ah yes, that was her name.  Alexis now also recalled more stories of her exploits with the help, and wished she hadn’t.

“I’ve had to discipline your maid for flirting with my Byron.”  She added in a mock whisper, “And I think she may have been touching herself inappropriately.”  Charles, who knew very well she had, only raised an inquisitive eyebrow.  “There is quite a suspicious scent to her nethers.”  Alexis closed her eyes in despair and shame.

Olivia turned to her husband with narrowed eyes and clutched his thick arm as Charles frowned in the direction of his aberrant employee.  “You must punish her as well.  To show her – and me -- that you have no desire for her and were merely a victim of her wanton displays and lustful odors.”  She indicated with her eyes just where he had been victimized.  Fortunately he was holding a coat, which he adjusted tactically.

Charles turned to her companion.  “Yes, by all means.  Is that a leather belt you’re wearing, my good sir?”  His tone was nearly unctuous in offering his maid’s behind for their corrective influence.  Olivia clapped in delight and approval.

Down near the floor, still clutching the discarded candy wrapper, Alexis’ jaw dropped.  Byron was older but large and strapping, and the leather looped through his pants was wide and thick.  He seemed to have no trouble with hs wife’s notion of thrashing young Miss Alex, the Martin maid, for her lewdness and disrespect.  Indeed, the idea seemed terribly intriguing, if his expression were any guide.  He smiled at her nude bottom lustfully and slowly undid his belt, no longer trying to hide the fact his pants now hung on a tentpole.

“But first…”  Olivia took hold of Alexis’ soft, slender thighs and abruptly spread them wide.  Taken off guard, Alexis just tried to keep her balance, hands scrabbling on the foyer’s wooden floor.  As they opened, Olivia gasped in mingled shock and triumph.

“My word!”  The fingers gripping her upper leg held them pressed outward, lacquered nails poking into the delicate flesh of her inner thighs to prevent any attempt at hiding her shame.  Now her creamy, dripping folds were on full display, and naturally the center of attention.   The unmistakable scent of a woman in heat became even more intense, as did Alexis’ abject humiliation.  “I’ve never seen such a tart!”  Olivia let go and slapped her husband’s arm, which had halted halfway through its task as he gaped, his jacket unable to fully hide his twitching enthusiasm for the inviting landscape before him.

Outwardly now even more furious, Olivia took Alexis by the ear, slapping her bottom again and again amidst a steady tirade of insults, as she led her morose victim across the room, Alexis trying to regain what little modesty she could by pressing her sticky thighs together.  “Grab that chair, young lady (as if you were! ha!), and don’t you dare let go!  Unless you want Charles to show Byron how the canes can reach into even the deepest gutters to educate the fallen.”  Byron snapped the doubled belt into his hand, and Alexis knew she was in for it.  Obeying swiftly, her knuckles went white at the thought of taking a stripe in front of Olivia, of all people, and she vowed not to break her grip for any reason, though her belting was certain to be painful.

Olivia frowned mightily as Byron squeezed each half-globe greedily and gave a few light slaps with his hands as her positioned himself.  After a bit more fondling, Byron soon added his first tentative efforts to his wife’s work, which had left Alexis’ butt bright pink.  Thwack! Thwack! “Oww! I’m sorry!”

Olivia was not impressed. “Enough practice swings, give this tart a real spanking!”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!  “Oww!  Owwwwww! Oh sir!”

“Don’t hold back,” Charles chimed in.  “She certainly has it coming.”  Alexis did not appreciate his contribution any more than Olivia’s.  Thwack!  Thwack!

Olivia tsked.  “Much harder than that dear, or you’ll be riding home alone.”  This time Byron wound up from well behind her and swung his arm hard, wearing a fierce expression.  Alexis winced at the whooshing sound it made, and then…

THWACK!  “OH PLEASE I’M SO SORRY!”  Alexis pleaded and began to cry as her reddening bottom exploded in terrible pain.  THWACK! “OWWW! Please, not so hard!” THWACK! “WAHHHH!” THWACK!

“That’s it! Give it to her good, Byron!” the wife crowed, cheering him on as he painted her cheeks crimson for another dozen strokes that left Alexis sobbing uncontrollably.  Olivia lifted Alexis’ chin to revel in her misery.

He finished with three to her crease, fast as bullets.  THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!  “WAHAHAAHAAA!!”  Olivia’s pleasure at the cries of remorse was clear, rubbing her hands together in delight.   As Alexis’ mascara ran she supposed, seeing her distorted reflection in a small antique mirror on the foyer wall,  at least her crumpled, stained features could hardly be confused with Alexis, the wealthy socialite they knew from state dinners and galas.

“That should do for now.  Though it’s hardly enough to reform the wretched thing,” she sniffed, “perhaps Charles can lend you to us for a fortnight so you see what real discipline is like.”  Alexis shuddered as they half-jokingly discussed arrangements.  Surely Jack would never allow such a thing! “All my senior staff have carte blanche to employ physical means of correction, particularly when the misbehavior is… sex-u-al.”  The matron bit off each disapproving syllable like they were peanut brittle.  “I’m sure they would love to meet Miss Alex, and doubtless she would find the visit educational.”

“She’s certainly fortunate Charles took her in, who knows what sort of sordid acts this trollop would be performing if left on the streets,” Olivia added.  A few minutes of tittering speculation as to exactly what those acts would have entailed left Alexis’ wet cheeks burning nearly as much as her buttocks.

“Now kneel, there in the corner.”  Alexis obeyed, still quietly sobbing, the brief but intense encounter leaving her completely cowed.

“Yes, that’s put the little bitch in her place.  Come Charles, you must show me the renovations in the dining room.“  Forgotten as quickly as that, Alexis steamed even as she tried to get her breathing under control.  It was so unfair! She had paid for those renovations!  The two wandered off, Byron remaining behind to unhurriedly re-loop his belt.

Alexis’ sobs gradually faded.  At least it was over.  Alexis realized someone was standing next to her.  To her shock she found Byron’s pole had escaped its tent and now twitched in front of her, inches away.  His deep baritone spoke softly in her ear.  “Look what you’ve done.  You need to take care of this, slut.”  His pants lay on the floor of the foyer around his ankles, his terrible belt now safely looped but still threatening.  “Unless you’d prefer some more?”

She did not.  Alexis hesitated only briefly before shuffling closer to him on her knees to grasp his thick thighs, knowing she’d have to make it as quick as she could if she didn’t want more witnesses to arrive.  Particularly his stern, cruel bitch of a wife, who would certainly blame Alexis’ wet young pussy and firm round tits for any excursions by her husband.  Alexis’ blood ran cold at what she the old witch might do if she caught the maid milking her husband.  Fortunately, this little alcove in the foyer where she knelt could not be seen from the other rooms.  His grin broadened and almost immediately upon entering her mouth he began to moan softly.  His eyes rolled back and thankfully the thankless task was soon done.

Gulping and wiping with her fingers, she hurried to dispose of the evidence as Byron repaired his attire.  But before she could entirely clean her face off, the bell rang again, and she was forced to answer.  This time Alex was shocked to find Miss Chaps, the gym teacher from her school, standing there beaming a broad smile as Alexis swallowed the last drops she’d licked from her fingers.

"Charles told me he had you for the month, and I could scarcely believe him!  I do hope you're behaving!"  She waved the dreaded whistle strap around merrily.  "I've brought this just in case!"  She eyed Alexis' small breasts pushing out of her top and licked her lips.

“Though it looks like you’ve already been quite naughty!”  She eyed Alexis’ mouth critically, where she’d been unable to clean off all the drops of semen decorating her lower face.

Byron smirked as he buckled.  “Yes, the little tart’s already sucked me off, after taking a good belting for her flirting.  I didn’t even have to ask her, she went right to work.  Poor thing couldn’t help herself.  She’s quite the little slut, Olivia’s certainly right about that.”   Alexis blushed to her roots, then felt a chill.  He was certainly cavalier about sharing their interlude of oral passion.  If word should get back…

Miss Chaps’ grin was now practically feral.  “Is that so? My, you little hussy!  And the smell!  Have you had your finger ‘twixt your nethers?”  Alex nearly passed out from shame and tried to change the subject as dark spots danced before her eyes.

“M-may I t-take your coat, miss?”  Her voice was unsteady and foreign-seeming, knees wobbling.

She handed it over, staring down Alexis’ top.  “Of course.  And you’ll be taking more than that tonight, dear.”  Alexis gasped as a large, strong hand reached under her skirt.  The gym instructor gave each cheek a firm squeeze, full of promise, before yelling to someone else she’d recognized and wandering off.

More guests filed in, each greeted by a curtsying Alexis, the men enjoying an eyeful of her well-exhibited female form, above and below, the women aghast and vowing to get even with her later (excepting the lesbians or girl-curious, who had an entirely different set of plans for her later).  She saw several more faces she recognized, both from the school and the board.  She kept her own face lowered, and tried to avoid eye contact with everyone.

After all the guests had been greeted, Alexis begged Charles Martin to let her put panties on, and to her surprise he agreed, either from general good cheer or (more likely she thought) so he could make her strip in front of them later.  She was shaking from the thought of what they’d already seen… and what else they would do.

In the kitchen, the cook had a surprise for a wary Alexis, who could do nothing but go along, holding her nubile form still, gasping as the cook worked her trade in unexpected fashion.  ‘H’y’g’!” she told the heiress with a slap on her ass, and shoved her out.

In the large dining room Alexis served the guests, each of them taking tiny bits of cheese and meat off her small breasts to pair with the plate of crackers she held.  Several took the opportunity to “accidentally” knock bits of food between the mounds so they could reach in and “find” them.  It took ages, and she had to keep stopping to push her nipples back inside the scanty top, in between retrieving more food for the guests.   This constant attention had her nipples straining at the fabric and popping out in front of the guests, who giggled and pointed and commented hilariously.

The guests chatted and laughed, a primary topic being the sorry state of today’s youth, particularly modern schoolgirls.  It was universally agreed the cause was inadequate discipline.  Many shared stories of unrepentant nieces and their disrespectful or lascivious behavior, and how they’d been dealt with, or should have been.  Their host was no exception.

“This one,” Charles Martin averred calamitously, waving his drink at Alexis, “had an entire book of visits to the Headmaster’s office, yet not a single spanking!”  His audience oohed and aahed in horror.  Something must be done!   And would, if they had anything to say about it!  The talk quickly turned to what sordid acts of unmitigated harlotry Miss Alex must have committed to command such leniency, and whether they might be demonstrated again tonight for their amusement, if she were properly motivated.

Alexis nearly dropped her dish hearing these comments, returning from another trip to restock the pectoral buffet.  Her chances of escaping the evening without additional pain and humiliation did not look good.  Worst of all, she could hardly deny in good faith having provided the headmaster sexual favors – he was, after all, her lawfully wedded husband and entitled to all liberties therein.  Neither, of course, could she claim this as a defense, not without revealing “Alex” to be her aunt Alexis – even if they were to believe such a wild story coming from a miscreant eager to avoid a thrashing.  Not to mention the things she’d done for Charles, and just recently Byron, to escape feeling their wrath on her pert behind.  No, there was really no question, Alexis realized with a sinking feeling, she deserved every dreadful punishment they could devise.

“Naturally, I righted that error straight away.”  Charles then regaled the guests with the story of Alexis’ in-school spanking, the oiled strap and wicked cane heroically bringing the tearful slattern to heel, along with her two co-conspirators, Kimberly and Brittany.   His rapt audience clapped and cheered as he described each impact and the girls’ distressed reactions.   Charles had reviewed the video of her punishment numerous times from every angle, including just that afternoon, and consequently could recount every stroke and wail from memory.

Naturally the topic then turned to Alexis herself, who was called to the center of the room for their perusal.  Several commented on the remarkable resemblance to her wealthy aunt (“she must be so disappointed in the tramp” ) and her physical beauty (“bet she’s a more a popular ride than the town bike” ).  Made self-conscious to the point of illness by the evening’s commentary, she only vaguely registered the more than a dozen pairs of eyes feasting on her form as she was lewdly posed and displayed, guests suggesting how she might have entertained and indulged her paramours, particularly the too-lenient headmaster.  The stripes from Byron’s belt were given much admiration, and Olivia proudly declaimed how the girl had cried, with many sidebars about the morally ruinous state of her quim at various points in the ordeal.  Alexis felt faint as they neared the topic of what had come after (namely Byron, between her soft lips), but instead the women began speaking of millinery trends and the men about timber prices, to her enormous relief, and she was able to scuttle away furtively to a shadowy corner, where she fervently hoped she’d be forgotten for the evening.

But once they’d all eaten and drank a bit Charles rang a spoon against his glass for attention.   The tipsy guests slowly quieted, awaiting his announcement.  His next words sent Alexis’ relief flooding out of her toes through the floor, taking her heart with it.

“Ahem! Our evening tonight includes a regrettable, ah, public service.  I am sorry to have to request your assistance“ -- he did not look sorry at all, thought Alex -- “but our positions in society necessitate certain duties.  I trust the imposition will not be overly burdensome. ”  There was a general murmur of “quite right, old chap” and “happy to serve.”  A terrified Alexis wondered what he was on about, but he did not keep her in suspense long.

“And so, for our main event… the spanking of Alex, a wayward student from my friend Jack’s school, who is undergoing training here as a proper English maid.  I believe many of you have met her aunt” -- was that the barest droop of of an eyelid? -- ”Alexis, the headmaster’s wife.”  Oh, perfect.  Having now been properly introduced, Alexis stepped forth and smiled nervously, curtsying gracefully, the motion exposing most of her chest, to leers and snorts of contempt.  Alexis hardly noticed these in her terror over the painful session surely awaiting her.  Several in the crowd knew and disliked her “aunt” and would gladly take it out on her doppelganger niece, so she was certain her bottom would be quite sore by evening’s end.  In fact she’d already heard much muttering to the effect that her aunt’s excessive permissiveness must be to be blame for the incorrigible condition of Miss Alex, and musings as to how they might make up for it.

Beaming, Charles waited for the small but enthusiastic round of applause to die down before continuing.  “Now, everyone must take a turn.  You can warm her up with your hand, then use whatever you like till she cries.  Only till she cries though!  There’s a lot of us to get through.  Then we’ll let her recover a bit as we, er, assess the damage, and when she’s stopped crying, it’s the next person’s turn to enjoy disciplining her.”   Alexis’ lip trembled.  Spanked to tears by every guest!  It was worse than she’d imagined.

“Don’t hold back! It might be an onerous obligation, but you can be sure the little wench deserves every bit of it.” Oh, thanks.  Alexis licked suddenly dry lips as they argued good-naturedly over who would be “forced” to take first crack at her naughty hindquarters.  An impromptu game of “shortest straw” resulted in a familiar name sitting in the large, armless wooden chair they had set up next to her, looking up at her askance as the room fell silent.  Still standing to attention in the center of the large drawing room, Alexis knew what was expected and reluctantly croaked out the required litany to the winner.

“Please sir, Mr. Fertwell, won’t you give me the good hard spanking I deserve?”  The guests tittered and hid smiles.  Charles had trained her well!

“Of course Miss Alex, I’d be delighted.”  He patted his knee, wearing an enormous grin as Alexis lay her delicious body over the proffered seat, her hands and feet just reaching the floor.  The view reminded of him of when she’d returned from the Headmaster’s office with a striped bottom and no knickers, and been made too kneel on his desk where everyone could see.  But this was so much better than just sending the girl to the office!  He enjoyed her little moans of discomfort and distaste as his hands sampled their targets and adjusted her position to his liking.

Smack! Smack! Smack! His hearty slaps dew much approbation, which only grew louder after she’d fetched him a small wooden paddle.  His smile was even wider as he made her lower her panties before climbing back over his lap for the more severe portion of her chastisement.  The onlookers gathered fore and aft, to their viewing preference, universally spellbound in anticipation.  Alexis tried to maintain what little modesty she could under their penetrating gaze, but soon had other problems to think of.

“How shall we paddle you, Miss Alex? I think perhaps, left to right, top to bottom, do you agree?”  He squeezed his proposed targets in turn, starting at the top of her buttocks and working his way down to the crease of her upper thighs, gripping her soft flesh in eager fingers five times on each side.   There would be considerable overlap, Alexis saw, as the paddle was a third the size of the area he’d marked out.  She was not looking forward to finding out how that would feel.

“Yes, sir,” she replied miserably.

“Ah, excellent. So glad you agree.”

“May I kiss the paddle, sir?”  She was desperate to delay the inevitable.

“Of course dear.”

“Mwah.  Mmmmwah.”  She drew out the pressing of her lips to wood, to much scorn from her audience.

Above her, his expression suggested he would tolerate no more procrastination.  “And now it will kiss you.” 

SMACK! A blow landed on her naked left buttock. “Ow!” SMACK! Another followed on the right. “Oh!” SMACK! “Ahh!” Back on the left, Alexis learned the overlap was indeed significant, and very painful. SMACK! “Oooh!”  Oh how it hurt! He continued down until she’d gotten ten neat red rectangles painted on her bottom, leaving her gasping and near tears, but not (in the considered opinions of those gathered around) fully crying.  

“How was that? Did you feel those, my dear?  Are you learning your lesson?”  He pulled her head back so his piggy little eyes could stare into her cerulean orbs.

“Yes sir!”  A murmur of approval greeted her enthusiasm.

“Good, let’s continue.”  Alexis moaned.

With a sly grin Mr. Fertwell began repeating the pattern, now applying the paddle twice each time.  SMACK! SMACK! “Oh sir, please, that smarts!” SMACK! SMACK! “Waaah!”  SMACK! SMACK! “Wahaa!”  The overlapped areas now felt the combined impact of four strokes, and it was too much to bear.  Her legs flailed, titillating those behind her with flashes between her legs, while those in front (mostly the ladies) took in her dismayed expressions and pleas with nearly as much pleasure, tapping her white knuckles approvingly as she desperately gripped the chair legs.  SMACK! SMACK!  “WAAAHAA! OH PLEASE!”

When he’d finished the series and they all agreed her remorse was genuine and not staged, he patted her crying face in satisfaction and whispered further humiliations in her burning ears, asking if the paddling met with her approval, complimenting her neat little pussy, and suggesting she might want to pass a note about the experience to her two friends.

For the next hour or so, Alexis toured the group, having her tiny panties pulled down to her knees and her bottom smacked until the tears flowed, as everyone watched her comeuppance with witty commentary and much laughter.  After each spanking she’d be allowed an interval of recovery, covering her shame, talking with the guests, bringing them drinks, answering their humiliating questions about how she was enjoying the evening as her wet cheeks blazed with embarrassment.  She was not allowed to touch her flaming rear… but the others were, and each fresh scorching left her desperately eager for them to rub the sting away.  So she’d be groped and fondled after each chastising, until her tears subsided enough for the next walloping to begin.  As she was punished, fingers probed her most private places, and several conversations that Alex would like to forget ensued from what was discovered there.

After her hand-warmings, Alexis was required to fetch all manner of implements.  Wooden paddles, leather slippers, straps, rulers, hairbrushes, and tawses all made a salutary impression on the errant maid-in-training, the guests crowding around to savor every wince and moan as they impacted her soft red flesh, applauding when she gave herself up to full-blown crying.   Byron used his belt again, while Olivia selected an ebony hairbrush that Alexis deemed black as her heart, and soon made Alexis quite glad she wasn’t an employee at her estate, the matron finally setting aside the well-polished implement only very reluctantly as Alexis gasped and sobbed.  Her only salve was that the tears did come quickly once the implements were implemented, to cheers from the audience.  Miss Chaps of course employed her dreaded whistle-strap to good effect, though in Alexis’ opinion her thick, rough hand might have been enough to bring her to tears by itself.

For some time, the large room echoed with laughter and the sound of impudent young flesh being struck by various flat, hard surfaces.  "Oh please, no more... I'll be good, I'll be so good...."  Thwack!  “Wahaahaa!” Smack! “Waaaaaah!”  Crack! “Oh please, that stings!”

After everyone had had a turn with her, Alexis was sent to the corner for a brief period, before being disappointed to discover they had further plans for her “niece.”  The next couple hours featured various games of chance, dice or cards, with the reward always being another painful, humiliating trip over the lucky winner’s knees for Alexis, with the admonishment it was “for her own good, after all,” remonstrating her to be grateful for their efforts.  Her ass and thighs went from scarlet to mauve, and she barely had time to recover from one spanking before the next started.  It wasn’t long before she was shaking from exhaustion, only bucking feebly with each new application.

“OW! Wahha!  Ow! Oh it hurts! OWWW!  Wahahaahaahaa!”

Eventually they tired of her cries, and one of the ladies stuffed Alexis’ own panties into the girl’s mouth... after rubbing them against the maid’s pussy till they were soaked.  The games continued, Alexis resigned to conveying her pleas through the now-familiar taste from between her own legs.

With real regret, Charles announced the imminent end of their evening, and had Alexis bend over the back of the chair, holding the seat.  Each of the party guests took a last turn paying their respects to Alexis' throbbing bottom with a favored instrument.  The poor girl howled and kicked and sobbed and begged through the panties, but none of the guests seemed inclined to be merciful.  Finally, they pinned her panties on a cork board next to tax notices and such, where anyone could admire their lace, or take a sniff.

Charles beamed as the guests said their goodbyes in the anteroom.  "Alexis will just help each of you with your coat.  And... say a private thank you, for your exemplary service in furthering her education tonight."  Alexis stomach fell as he winked at her.  Her bottom was still throbbing and burning from earlier.  What would she have to do now?  Would this terrible party ever end?

In the oak-paneled walk-in cloakroom, Mr. Portly turned and closed the door behind him as Alexis sniffled away tears, wishing she could rub her scorched bottom, knowing she was on full display as she bent to retrieve his jacket.  The obese man looked at her expectantly as she turned, offering the garment.

"Thank you sir, for visiting us... and for teaching me a valuable lesson... and for giving me the spankings I deserve." Alexis nearly choked on the words, hoping they were enough.  She didn’t want to give anyone an excuse for another spanking. 

Mr. Portly cleared his throat.  "Ahem.  Very good.  Now dear, I can hardly go out in this condition, can I?"  He spread his arms, the tented garment in front of him, just below his large belly, making his point clear.

Alexis nodded and sank obediently to her knees, the unspoken implication taken in proper British fashion.  She looked up at his blue eyes as she had been taught, knowing it would increase her humiliation and his pleasure, opening his trousers and taking him in her warm, wet mouth without breaking eye contact.  She began the practiced movements  that would bring him maximum enjoyment.

He groaned and reached into her top to cup her tits, and Alexis' cheeks bloomed as she heard laughter just outside.  "Sounds like they may need a few minutes to find his coat!"  One of the ladies twittered.

Desperate to get this over with, Alexis lifted her skirt, and Mr. Portly's groans became deeper as his eyes flicked to the mirror behind her where all her charms were now displayed.  Soon he was thrusting into her mouth, squeezing her breasts painfully hard, and despite her worried glances at the door, seemed utterly uninterested in keeping quiet.

When she felt him began to pump in her she swallowed frantically, but couldn't help a few drops from staining the black maid top.  The other guests jeered as they returned, one clapping Mr. Portly on his broad back.  Charles looked on approvingly.

Dazed with humiliation, Alexis found Miss Chaps' bright eyes in her own.  "Fetch me my coat, would you dear?"  Her whistle whirred on the end of its strap.  "I'll just come along and help."  She shifted her suspiciously bulky handbag.

Alexis knew better than to object, though she dreaded being alone with the woman and her sparkling eyes.

As they entered the gym teacher stumbled, spilling her purse onto the small bed that served as a cloak bench.  "Oh, how clumshy of me," she tittered, a bit drunk.  Alexis' stomach dropped as she saw what spilled.  The hairbrushes were normal enough, if a bit large and flat, but the other thing that fallen out...  surely she wouldn't....  surely she couldn't mean to...

The teacher sat on an armless wooden "dressing chair" from the early 1800s and smoothed her skirt.  "I believe you'll find my coat among those there on the bed.  But first, a final little good-bye spanking.  Over my knee."   Alexis momentarily forgot about the contents of Ms Chaps' bag as she was yanked into position.  Smack!  She whined as each strike reignited the fire in her buttocks, hurting far more than a hand spanking normally would due to their earlier party games.

The teacher's thick hands struck her swollen asscheeks again and again, until tears were falling onto the cloaks.  With a satisfied smirk the teacher released her.  "Get on the bed and find my cloak!  It's somewhere toward the back."  A final slap on the butt sent her scurrying to obey.

Digging into the bottom of the pile, Alexis tugged free the thick fur and turned.  To her everlasting horror Ms. Chaps was buckling on the horrid device from her large handbag, a drunken leer on her face.  "Now turn over and spread your legs, sweetie.  I'm going to plow you like a field in spring, you'll be feeling this fuck for days after!"  She tittered.

Alexis tried to run for the door but the athletic Ms. Chaps easily caught the smaller woman by the arm and threw her on the bed, small breasts popping out from the flimsy uniform as she landed heavily on the pile of cloaks, red bottom visible beneath the tiny skirt.

"Am I going to need my brushes to open your sweet flower?" she asked sweetly.  "I warn you, they have quite a bite!"  Her glittering eyes belied her dulcet tones.

On her back, Alexis begged, staring at the shiny, jet-black... thing... protruding from the gym teacher's waist.  "Please... no..."  Her trembling knees remained firmly together.

The brush waggled in the air.  Ms. Chaps' expression made it clear she'd love to try out that hard wood on her already-throbbing ass, and Alexis could feel her resistance crumbling.  She’d kept her pussy more  or less inviolate till now, but it looked like that was about to change, whether she liked it or not.  Oh, Jack!

"Last chance..."

Whimpering, Alexis spread her legs in invitation, shoulders sagging in defeat.  At least it wasn’t going in her bottom for once, she thought, then immediately felt guilty at the hunger between her lips.

The burly gym teacher climbed on top of her, grinning fiercely as she mounted the groaning girl, guiding the tip of her phallus into Alexis' wet, welcoming entrance.  She thought of the last time she'd had this naked quim in her sights and smiled.  The stuck-up little miss wouldn't be closing those thighs against her advances today!

She leaned in and whispered to her new lover.  "Feel that, sweetie?"  Alexis gasped as she sank in to the hilt, stretching her a bit more than Jack ever had.  "Much better than the brush, yes?"  She squeezed a nipple playfully, then shook the small breasts with it.   Alexis moaned loudly, to more laughter from outside, then moaned louder as she involuntarily clenched on the wiggling invader.  “Oooohhh!”  Alex agreed.

And so for the  first time that month Alexis found herself vaginally penetrated, with increasing force and thrust.  She thought of Jack and his promise again, but she supposed Ms. Chaps was not technically a man.  Though from her grunting and straining and grinning in Alexis' horrified face, you'd have thought she must be, in Alexis' opinion.  She tried to focus on thoughts of Jack and not the butch lesbian slobbering on her face, pounding her poor pussy like a Welsh miner with a rich vein of gold at his mercy and a lot of bills to pay.

The table began to rattle and bang against in the wall with Ms Chaps' powerful efforts between Alexis’ legs, and despite her horror Alexis felt her body reacting.  Outside a cheer rose up and Alexis blushed painfully, trying to stifle her shrieks and moans, knowing the guests could tell exactly what was being done to her… and how she was responding.

The panting gym teacher guided Alexis’ fingers to the throbbing stalk between her muscular legs, just inside the harness.  “Rub it there, right there… oh yes…  I’ll do the same for you, and… oh!  ohhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!”  Ms Chaps was interrupted by the tidal wave of pleasure as her orgasm arrived.  But she retained enough awareness to move her own fingers between Alexis’ legs, where her long-neglected clitoris was begging for attention, red and swollen as her ass.   The combination of filled vagina and stimulated button quickly drove her over the edge to join Ms. Chaps in ecstasy, rolling her eyes back and thrusting to meet her hips, shrieking as she forgot about the audience outside. 

But the audience had not forgotten her, and a few minutes later when the door opened they gave her an ironic round of applause, causing her face to go scarlet as Ms. Chaps took a small bow.

Her next guests were a quiet Japanese couple, Ren and Mei.   They looked nice and respectable, in dark conservative business dress.  Alexis had a vague sense of having seen them at the fundraisers, and the thought of them seeing her a lowly maid made her a little faint.  They seemed very elegant and reticent.   Surely they wouldn’t do anything untoward.  But a sparkle in Mei’s had her worried.

The couple conferred briefly in their native language, the woman licking her lips hungrily as she stared while their coats were fetchingly fetched.  Then with pointing fingers and sharp gutteral grunts, they had her lie on the bed, lifting her ankles up around her ears.  Mei flashed Alexis an arrogant, knowing look as she assumed the demeaning pose.  The two inspected her private parts assiduously, poking and commenting, eyes wide with oohs and ahhs.  Perhaps they had never seen English nethers before?

Mei removed her own pink panties eagerly and threw them aside, pulling the hem of her pencil skirt up around her waist.  The dark-haired woman knelt over Alexis’s face, grinning down at her pained expressions as her husband applied a small leather paddle from Kyoto to their hostess’ sore, red asscheeks, lying exposed over the edge of the bed for maximum accessibility.  As Alexis watched the crotch displayed above her, still holding her own ankles in the air, wrinkling her nose as the musky scent filled her head, she saw the proof Mei was enjoying her evening in her creamy pussy.  In fact, as she watched a pearl of liquid gathered along her slim, neat pussy lips.  Smack! Smack!

Mei noticed too.  She gave Alexis a meaningful look that chills down her spine.  Smack! Smack!

“Open mouth.”  Their English was limited, but effective, Alexis decided, complying regretfully.  Mei’s eyes flashed and her hips wiggled.  She caressed her own nipples lewdly. Smack! Smack!

Over the next half-minute or so the gathering fluid became a drop at the crease of her pussy lips, which Mei guided to drip into Alexis’ open mouth, leaving a streamer leading back to Mei’s pussy.  Alexis nearly gagged as the liquid landed on her tongue, the taste filling her.  Bright-eyed Mei giggled and made a wry  comment to her husband, who laughed, then Mei began to rub her own clit and moan.  Several more drops fell as the spanking continued apace, each accompanied by more giggles and disparaging foreign commentary.  Alexis could not understand a word but the meaning was clear: she was nothing more than a receptacle for Mei’s musky juices.  Her face burned at this oriental ritual of humiliation.  The tears fell past her ears into her hair, whether more from embarrassment of another woman’s juices in her mouth or the painful spanking from her husband, she could not say.

“Mmmmpf!”  Alexis was startled as the Japanese woman suddenly dropped her hips, grinding her wet crotch against Alexis’ face and sighing.  Alexis made noises of discontent as the creamy folds rubbed against her lips.  This was awful!  Even  worse than the dripping! But at least the paddling had stopped.  Mei gyrated her hips, catching Ren’s eye and nodding.

Her husband’s orders were brisk and businesslike, and just barely intelligible.  “Rick or more paddre, srut.”  Well, that was that.  Pathetically grateful for the end of her spanking, the crying Alexis did her best to make Mei’s sun rise.  She licked and kissed the sensitive labial tissues, then sucked on the bulging clitoral stem.  Mei’s grin was enormous and her sighs became moans.

Then Alexis felt the dreaded-but-familiar pressure at her anus.  He wasn’t asking politely.   But at least he mounted her with a sort of quiet dignity. For the next several minutes Alexis’s fiery bottom experienced the fate of Nanking.  Husband and wife chatted, delaying and coordinating the arrival of their climaxes, until finally Ren spurted inside her wth a series of stern grunts and hard thrusts, as Mei screamed and ground her crotch into Alexis’ face ecstatically until the heavenly sensations between her trim legs finally faded.  More fluid issued forth from Mei’s pussy into Alexis’ mouth as this occurred, causing her to sputter and leaving her face a mess.

Mei smiled down at her, enjoying the sight of her creamy secretions smeared all over Alexis’ face where she lay heaving and well-used. It was certainly nice not to be the one Ren was spanking, and having her sore pussy licked by this filthy little gaijin maid was just icing on the cake.  Though Mei was sure she’d be across his knee again soon enough, and then he’d make her thank him… properly.  And of course her husband would take her, rough, whenever he liked, and in whichever hole he pleased.  It was his way, and she had no say in the matter. 

But for now, it was Alexis who had an ass full of her husband’s semen, and the lovely Mei couldn’t be happier about it.  They’d been forced to move here after the bank he’d presided over had failed after a stunningly gorgeous young actress had conned the bank’s officers into loaning her far too much money, losing investors billions of yen.  He’d been cleared of any direct wrongdoing, but the shame had been too great to bear.  Now he took it out on his wife, or whatever women he could lay hands on, spanking and humiliating them in elaborate ceremonies while thinking of the beautiful creature that had ruined his life.   Fortunately, he’d learned, in certain social circles, the English practiced their own crude version of oshioki, and a few oblique hints to the right persons had led to this and many other such invitations, to Mei’s considerable relief and delight.

Mei gave each red cheek several fond slaps.  Some of the come had leaked out of Alexis and got on Mei’s hand.  She wiped it on Alexis face, to join her own secretions, then seized her face and lifted her chin, eyes inches away.

“Bitch.” The Nipponese beauty pronounced the unfamiliar word carefully with a smile, wiping her own brow of sweat, and collapsing onto the coats, watching her reaction to the Western insult.   Alexis didn’t disappoint, blinking and burning with renewed shame.

After more curt gestures, Alexis obediently fetched Mei’s panties and held them out for her to step into.  The wife gave her a faint kiss on the forehead as she did so.  The English might be dirty foreign barbarians, but they had a few interesting practices, she mused contentedly.

This time the remaining guests gave all three a standing ovation. The Japanese couple smirked and bowed modestly, before taking their leave.  Alexis wished she were anywhere else, as everyone saw the evidence of her shame spread all over her beet-red face.  But now there was another leering guest clamoring for a coat…

*******

It was finally over.  The last guests had departed half an hour ago, and an exhausted Alexis was looking forward to sleeping (face down, naturally) on the thin mattress of her bedroom, and hopefully forgetting most of the night’s festivities.  Cleaning up after the guests, both on herself and around the house, Alexis moved carefully, trying to avoid the slightest contact on her still-throbbing buttocks or thighs, wishing she were done so she could lie down and rest.  Charles snored contentedly in an easy chair as she gingerly swept and wiped and scrubbed.  Outside, thunder rattled the windows.

The doorbell rang, interrupting her yawns.  Opening the door, Alexis tried to hide her horror as she saw Olivia standing in the rain under an umbrella, a sheepish Byron behind her.  Her grating, nasal voice rose above the storm outside, the cheery words sending shivers through Alexis’ entire body.

“Hello again! Turns out the tyre’s out, and Byron is useless at such things.  The service won’t be here for an hour at least.   Why don’t you come join me in the backseat?  We could use the company.  And Byron has been telling me the most fascinating story about the foyer.  We simply must discuss it, dear.”  Olivia licked her lips, savoring Alexis’ stricken expression.  She was going to strip the little bitch naked (“let’s get you out of those wet things, dear, before you catch a cold!”) and bind her hands and ankles with the seatbelts, keeping her pinned right over Olivia’s lap with her nude butt hoisted invitingly.  Then she’d be in for it! And Byron was due a treat for tattling on her, so she’d make sure the tart’s pretty face was positioned over his lap.  She’d wring a full confession from the slut, make her repeat the shameful act while Olivia watched… and then really punish the dirty bint.  The storm should provide enough privacy from passers-by, drowning out the shrill cries she was sure to produce from her squalling victim, as well as her husband’s groans.

Alexis’ blood froze as she saw the black handle of the hairbrush sticking ostentatiously out of Olivia’s expensive designer purse, backlit by a distant pulse of lightning.  She swayed gently but didn’t, couldn’t move.

“Now girl! We haven’t got all night!” She smirked, fingers dancing restlessly in anticipation of her imminent plans for the nubile young miscreant, eager to begin.  “Sorry, there’s no umbrella for you.  You don’t mind, do you?”  Her tones ranged from smarmy to saccharine as she beckoned the girl imperiously.

Whimpering, Alexis stepped out into the pouring rain on trembling knees, eyes fixed on the brush, hardly noticing as she was soaked from head to toe.