“Fuck,” she muttered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Are you mumbling, ma’am?” Asked her youthful chauffeur, at least 15 years her junior. He was standing directly behind her and, although she could not see him, she was certain he looked menacing.
“No”.
“Good. You don’t look so posh with your fat ass stuck in the air,” remarked her driver.
He took a step backwards, to admire his handiwork. He drank in the sight.
The socialite come community do-gooder was a vision to behold. High heels, nearly black high quality stockings, almost as high quality as the legs within them, he thought. Onwards and upwards, the magnificent pale skin of the backs of her upper legs and, finally, finally the sight of her magnificent bare, very full, glowing buttocks, accentuated totally, because these magnificent cheeks formed the highest point of the lovely luscious lady; the rest of her draped forward from the back of the opulent sofa, her hands and the top of her head resting on one of the seat cushions.
The chauffeur, a pair of her ladyship’s knickers in his left hand, an 18” wooden ruler in the other and an erection straining at his zipper, contemplated his options.
Total humiliation was his goal, but he wasn’t completely sure how much this woman would take before she decided that the price was too high to pay. He had to be careful. He knew he could spank her: that was the deal. Beyond that, he wasn’t certain.
For her part, the good lady would do whatever it took to prevent this lowlife alerting her husband to the fact that she had performed fellatio on his own brother, the Earl of Mulberry. She couldn’t deny it because there was a photograph in existence. Until she had that photograph, she was fucked, although not literally, she hoped!
So far, she was playing her cards as best as she could. She had told her chauffeur that there were certain acts she would not perform under any circumstances, and so far, he seemed to believe her. She prayed that his belief would last.
“It would break his Lordship’s heart,” she had told Adams a day earlier, when the two of them were seated in the drawing room. “You won’t be doing him any favours by telling him. I had an arrangement with his brother and I was paying off the last instalment when you decided to be so fucking opportunistic with your bloody camera phone. You should have been cleaning the Rolls!”
“His Lordship has been good to me,” Adams had replied. Fuck the old coot, he secretly thought. “If he doesn’t know about this you will get off scot free”.
“Scot free!” She shrieked. Do you really think I enjoyed sucking the old fools penis?”
Adams smirked. Rich educated bitches almost always said penis. He wondered what she called a penis when it was choking her.
“That was, it seems to me, your choice, milady,” Adams intoned. “You should be made to pay in some way. At least if you pay some forfeit or other I won’t feel so guilty if I don’t tell him. After all, you were sucking your brother in law’s dick!”
Whether there was a lusty look in Adams’s eyes, or pure perception on her part, she was not sure; however, this was going no further if she could help it, not in the cock sucking department anyway.
“Well, I won’t be sucking yours, you silly little man and, what’s more, you won’t be doing anything with it either. If that’s your ultimatum, you will have to tell him. It will break his heart, I have already told you that, but I would rather take my chances with his Lordship than bow down to your grubby little blackmail.” Her heart stopped. She knew he had her, she knew she would do anything, anything at all.
“I haven’t even suggested that, but, I’m intrigued. Why did you suck that old fools cock and yet you won’t mine. I’m younger than him, better looking and, from what I saw; my cock is far superior.”
“Ladies do not suck their servants cocks; period. Not under any circumstances!” The venom in her voice surprised Adams. Here was a class bitch if ever there was one. This was now a challenge. By hook or by crook, I will have my cock in her mouth, he determined. The question was how. He had to solve the puzzle.
“Then what do you suggest?” He asked. Slowly, slowly, catch a monkey, he thought.
Adams didn’t realise, didn’t have the confidence or acumen to believe he had her totally. He really did believe there was a line she wouldn’t cross. He didn’t realise that all he had to do was to order her to her knees and instruct her to unzip his flies and start sucking and she would have done exactly that.
“I have already told you. It is none of your business. We will forget the matter and you might think yourself lucky I don’t ask my husband to dismiss you from service.” Overconfident? She hoped not. Her superior breeding would best this peasant, of this she was sure.
This is getting away from me, thought the driver. Bloody hell. Here was a woman who had sucked her husband’s brother’s cock, I have the evidence, and she is acting as if she’s in bloody control! Get a grip man, get a grip, he thought to himself.
“Then you leave me no choice. I will present the photograph to his Lordship when I pick him up from the airport next week.”
“You will do no such thing.”
“I will. You leave me no choice.”
“What, exactly do you expect me to do by way of, what did you call it?” She remembered, “Forfeit. I am prepared to offer you a price for the photograph. Provided it is a realistic price, mind you.” Once she had that photograph, he could go and fuck himself as far as she was concerned.
“This isn’t about money my lady. This is about atonement. Your husband is ignorant about your, er, misdeeds,” he smirked. “You must pay a penalty so I, at least, will be happy with the fact that your husband shall remain ignorant”.
“What penalty,” she asked. This was like a game of bloody tennis, she thought. I’ve already told you I will n...”
“I am not asking you to.” He interjected. This was it, all or nothing. “I propose corporal punishment. Nothing more nothing less. No negotiation. Yes or no. It is your choice.”
“Corporal punishment?”
“That’s what I said.”
“What, exactly, do you mean by corporal punishment?”
“Look in the dictionary, ma’am.”
“I know perfectly well what the term means. I am just doubtful that you do.”
“Physical punishment, in your case on the ass.”
“The what? What with?”
His heart leapt. She hadn’t discounted it! She was talking about it. Her ass was his, of that he was increasingly certain. He just needed to find a way of getting his dick into it!
“Anything of my choosing. The only guarantee I will give you is that you will not be permanently marked; indeed when his lordship returns next week, any marks you might have had as a result of your spanking will have faded to the extent that he will not notice them.” He placed particular emphasise on the word spanking.
“Do you really think I am going to let you spank me?”
“It is your decision. I have said enough. You have two hours to make up your mind. You know the consequences. I will be cleaning the motor car, so you know where you can find me. If, after two hours, you do not give me a decision I will assume your answer to be no and I will act accordingly.”
Adams stood up and turned on his heels and made ready to leave the mansion’s drawing room. His cock was stiffening and he knew he couldn’t turn around again as it would betray him to.
“But....”
“I have said enough. Period!” He quipped, looking over his shoulder. He enjoyed the word “period,” after having to endure that very word himself a short time ago. This wasn’t quite the finish he would have wished for, but his cock wouldn’t stop growing. He had to make his leave.
90minutes into the two hours and he was still certain she would come. By Christ, he would have come if he had not got out of that room. The car was almost cleaned.
The truth was, the lady was a beauty: an absolute peach. That description included the shape of her ass! He had seen her in a bikini on several occasions. He was disappointed when he discovered she never sunbathed topless; even more disappointed when she refused to get fashionable with bikini thong bottoms. No, hers were full at the back. Too bloody full, he thought. Far too much material. In defence, he smiled, there was much ass to cover!
Middle thirties he guessed, childless, although stepmother to the two brats. A full figure, voluptuous: Jane Mansfield, but with bigger tits was a good description! Blonde hair, although he was doubtful it was natural. How he itched to find out. What he wouldn’t give for a sight of her bush!
The front door opened and she started to walk across the gravel towards the car, all tits and hips. Tight blue jeans, sandals, bare painted toes poking out, figure revealing white blouse, tied at her belly button, bra underneath as always. That would change soon if he had his way.
“May I appeal to your better nature Adams?” Her voice was pleading, her face was actually blushing. She was deeply embarrassed to be seemingly under the control of one of her servants. Standing there, facing him, she felt even smaller than her 5’5”.
“It is my better nature that is prepared just to tan your ass and not tell on you,” Adams retorted. “Have you forgotten that?”
“Very well. Let’s get this over with. Go and get the picture and I want to see you destroy the one on your phone and I must have your absolute word that you won’t retain another,” she blustered. She wanted this to be over. Finished: as soon as possible.
“I’m busy at the moment. You will have to wait”. He was going to savour this. Let her wait.
“Huh” She snorted. “It was a waste of time me putting these jeans on then.”
Adams burst into laughter. “Do you really think I am going to spank you over your jeans? No, that won’t do at all. Let me make it clear. I am going to spank your bare buttocks. Then he added for good measure: “M’Lady.”
“I can assure you, you will do no such thing!”
“You win. I won’t. What I will do is give my employer, your husband, the photograph I have, that, just to remind you, shows you on your knees, gnawing at your brother in law’s boner.” Adams was beginning to enjoy himself.
“Alright, alright.” She was almost crying now. Her fight gone. “You can spank me,” she whined.
“It’s too late for that. You had your chance, you blew it.” Adams smiled at the not very good double entendre.
“What do you mean?” Lady Kavanagh asked, wiping away what was the start of tears.
“When I left the drawing room, I said no negotiation. You have been negotiating ever since.”
“But I just said you could , could,...spank me”.
“You do not seem to understand Lady Kavanagh. It is not your decision. It is my decision. I have decided to show your husband the picture.”
The good lady was beside herself. “Please, please, please don’t.” She whimpered.
“If I don’t, what do you suggest is an appropriate punishment for you, you naughty girl?”
The bastard was going to make her beg to be spanked, she realised. This situation was going from bad to worse. “You should s-s-s-spank me,” she whispered.
“Spank you where?”
“In the drawing room?” She couldn’t understand her attempt at humour. It was probably because she was delaying saying the word ‘bottom’ out loud to him. The humiliation of the situation was beginning to engulf her.
“Your insolence doesn’t become you, Lady Kavanagh.”
“On my bottom.” Spitting out those words was harder than she thought.