Free Maid to Order by Penny Birch

spanking in the open doorway, his harsh face twisted into a smirk of amusement. I struggled to rise, but Melody held me firmly in place as she went on.
    ‘Oh no you don’t, Jemima. Shut the door please, Mr Morozov, and pass me Morris’s toy bag, if you would. The long black one by the dressing table.’
    I went limp, surrendered to my fate as he did as she had asked. She thanked him, keep a firm grip on my waist as she rummaged in the bag, finally pulling out an American style spanking paddle. ‘This ought to do the trick.’
    I’d had one used on me before, by Hudson and others, and I’d began to sob as she patted it across me cheeks, but she just began to rub it on me, still talking.
    ‘Right, Mr Morozov, as you’re here, sit down next to me and pop your cock in her mouth. Jemima, you’d better suck, and suck well, because the spanking doesn’t stop until he’s come. Do it in her face please, Mr Morozov.’
    He didn’t hesitate for a moment. Melody took hold of my hair and pulled me sharply upright, allowing him to sit down on the bed, his hip pressed to hers, his crotch directly under my face. I couldn’t have escaped if I’d wanted to, with her hand twisted tight in my hair as he lay back and unzipped, flopping out a long, pale cock and a good size pair of balls. Melody pushed my head into his lap, rubbing my face on his genitals until I managed to get my mouth open around him. He sighed as I began to suck, only for his cock to shoot out of my mouth as the paddle landed across my bum.
    ‘Ow! Mel!’
    ‘Suck him, you little bitch!’
    My head was forced back down, Mr Morozov’s cock fed into my mouth and another swat applied to my bum. I couldn’t take it; the pain was far too bad to let me concentrate on cock sucking, but Melody had my head pushed down onto him and he was pumping into my mouth, his erection already growing. What I could or couldn’t do no longer mattered; my bottom was beaten so hard I was utterly out of control right from the beginning, and my mouth just used to fuck into, with my body writhing and my spittle splashing out around his shaft with every agonising smack.
    I couldn’t even think straight, and they were really cruel about it; Melody laying into my bottom and Mr Morozov fucking my mouth; both of them enjoying my pain and my helpless wriggling. He gripped my hair, allowing her to take me around my waist, more helpless still as the beating grew harder and his cock stiffened to full erection. Soon his knob was pushing down my throat with every thrust, making me gag and blow snot bubbles from my nose as I struggled to breathe. And still the paddle smacked down on my bottom, over and over again, until I thought I would pass out, only for him to spunk, completely unexpectedly.
    It went down my throat, then exploded from my nose as I started to retch, all over his balls and his trousers too. He called me a dirty slut, which seemed so unfair, jerked my head up and pushed my face into the mess, rubbing it well to smear me with spunk and snot before putting me back on his cock and holding me in place until I was forced to swallow what was left in my mouth. Finally he pulled me up by my hair and twisted my head around to show Melody the state of my face.
    ‘I’m done,’ he announced.
    ‘Well I’m not,’ Melody answered and carried on with my paddling, ignoring my yelps and wails of protest.
    Mr Morozov was laughing at me as my beating continued, and congratulating Melody on taking a firm line. She didn’t answer, concentrating on my bottom, which I’d begun to stick up as my arousal finally began to get through, only for her to suddenly stop and throw the paddle to one side. ‘Sod this,’ she snapped, ‘she’s too into it.’
    She let go and stood up in one motion, tumbling me off her lap and onto the floor, where I landed with a bump and a squeak of alarm. Her hand closed in my hair and I was forced to scramble over onto my knees, or get dragged, as she made for the