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

Alexis stood nervously in a place she'd never hoped to end up: as a student in Charles' Martin's private study.  The large, ornate desk was a relic of his schoolmaster days originally donated by the Tudors, and Alexis had no doubt he'd like to add her to the collection of girls who had bent and suffered over the cold, royal mahogany over the centuries.  The walls were lined with ancient, moldering books on popular topics from her grandparents’ day.

Despite her fancy adult dress he'd greeted her as "Alex," as though she were playing the schoolgirl, and asked her to wait in the study for a moment.  Of course she had immediately gravitated to the desk, where his ledger book lay conspicuously open, and perused the most recent entries.

Now Alexis' blood ran cold as she stared at the columns of numbers.  Never mind reform school, as an adult an "accounting error" like this could see her in prison.  How could her bookeeperhave made theses errors?  She’d have the man sacked first thing Monday.  Oh, why had she signed all those invoices without reading them first? Somehow half the money to preserve the Martin estate had gone into her personal account!

But Charles hadn’t notified anyone, and he hadn’t closed the account book.  With dawning horror she realized that he'd been calling her "Alex" because she'd have to do whatever the sadistic old lech wanted, and that meant playing the role of "naughty niece being trained as a housemaid" for a whole month.  She grimaced and rubbed her bottom, remembering their first meeting at the school.   She could imagine only too well how much he’d like to reprise the experience.  And probably would, very shortly.  And again, every day.

Well, surely a few spankings wouldn’t be too bad… 

She tried not to remember the “practice” she’d inflicted on him.  Her hands left the ledger and drifted back.  Oh, her poor behind was in for it!

From the open doorway, Charles's rheumy eyes sparkled as he took in her evident dismay.  He'd had an unruly schoolgirl or two over for "maid training" for a month most summers, usually cockney brats whose step-parents wanted them taught some manners, or poor orphan girls who needed the free room and board and were already well-used to the stick, but never a posh tart like Alex!  And certainly not one whose bottom he had it in for with such good reason! Her aunt had been quite generous, but also quite demanding in his time of need.  He rubbed his fingers together with glee, mouth already watering at the thought of putting the haughty heiress in her place.  Oh, they'd have such fun!  He could hardly wait to get started.

He’d reviewed her school strapping and caning several times this past week in preparation for her visit, of course, scrolling lovingly frame by frame as her pert, nude posterior bounced in slow motion, hearing her cries of apology, seeing her tears.  He hoped to expand her horizons considerably now that he owned the sweet young heiress’ body for an entire month.  The possibilities unfolded endlessly before him.

Watching her rub her bottom absently as she juggled the columns of figures in her head, he suddenly become aware he was drooling.  He cleared his throat, wiping his chin as she looked up in horror, his thoughts as obvious as hers. 

“Ahem!”

Alexis jumped at the noise, looking guilty, furious, and dismayed as she tried desperately to process this unexpected turn of fate.  Perhaps she should ring a barrister.  But would her “undisciplined niece” even be allowed such a request?  Or just earn a taste of leather?  Not wanting to give him ideas, she pulled her hands abruptly from her buttocks as though the firm young globes were hot, and instead folded them carefully in front of her.

"Welcome, Alex!  I think you will find my home quite comfortable."   Except on her cute behind, of course.  He smiled to himself.  “No small thanks to your aunt!  She was quite generous, you know.”

Mistaking his smile for a greeting, Alexis curtsied nervously and tried to return it, but only managed to turn up the corners of her trembling lips.  Charles chuckled at her expression.  Clearly she had seen the numbers and knew her aunt was in serious trouble.

He indicated the ledger with a chin.  “Well… I think your visit should iron out any of your aunt’s… irregularities.”

They shared a long look, her desperation meeting his look of mastery.  In true English fashion, nothing further needed to be said of the matter.  Biting her lip, a worried Alexis wondered how soon she would experience another English tradition.  Perhaps he’d let her settle in the first day before…

He interrupted her hopeful thoughts. "Now of course at a school, a modicum of decorum, and distance between pupil and teacher, is required."  He paced the room, hands clasped behind his back as he delivered this oration.

He stopped and glanced sharply at her.  "But here in a private setting, as a maid, your role is quite different, and consequently your discipline will be much more... personal.  As will your… service."  She blanched at his barely concealed leer and tried not to imagine what services a nubile young woman might be asked to provide to a lecherous older man.  This was awful!  Besides, she was a married woman!  Unthinkable!

"Why don't you put your things in your room upstairs, and then come down here and join me so I can demonstrate your new role… and its duties."

Alexis swallowed.  Surely he wasn’t going to demonstrate “discipline” on her already? And he expected her to serve as housemaid?  Doubtless with every dirty connotation the position implied, and plenty of scutwork besides.

She opened her mouth to object to this ridiculous proposition… and then closed it again as he glowered. 

What, precisely, could she say, anyway? She stalked away.

A snifter of port, he decided, to savor what was to come, while she put away her things…