Maid Service by Peter Birch

there’s no doubt at all, tell us what you are again.”
    â€œI … I …” Emerald began, her voice thick with shame. “I’m a big baby,” she sobbed. “A big cry baby.”
    â€œI’m glad you realize that, Emerald,” Vicky went on, “and perhaps now that we all know what you are, you’ll be a bit less stuck up in the future. Now then, a few more smacks and you’re done.”
    Emerald didn’t even have the will to protest, her head hung in defeat and her ass cheeks glowed as Vicky finished off the spanking. Peter even felt a little sorry for the American, especially when she was finally allowed to stand and he saw the expression of misery on her tear stained face as she reached back to rub at her blazing bottom. She’d been well spanked and made to humiliate herself, and Peter began to wonder if Vicky was running the competition in the way they’d discussed, or if she’d found some other way to make the girls submit to their degrading punishment. Despite this minor attack of conscience, his cock remained as hard as ever, while Vicky showed no sympathy as at all, awarding the sniveling Emerald a final swat across the back of her thighs as she spoke up once more.
    â€œUp against the wall, Emerald, and keep that hot red ass bare until I’m finished. Right, that’s one little brat put in her place. Who’s next?”
    The girls looked far from enthusiastic, exchanging worried glances from wide, moist eyes. All except Christine, who had her nose stuck in the air and an expression of haughty contempt on her face. The submissive pose of hands on head and her bare ass on show, due for spanking just like the rest, seemed to have no effect on her ego. Charlotte now looked seriously apprehensive, while Alice was so embarrassed that her face was much the same color as Emerald’s bottom. Katie had begun to snivel, with tears running from her eyes and her nose dribbling, while Tiffany was also crying but with her face working between bitter anguish and a near climatic ecstasy as she waited for Vicky’s decision.
    â€œLottie, maybe?” Vicky said. “You seemed to think it was funny earlier, and you really need spanking, hard and often … but not just yet. Perhaps I should wipe that smug grin off Chrissie’s face first? You’re not so tough, Christine. But no, it will do you good to wait a bit longer. No, Katie, you’re not going to get off just because you’re blubbering. You get spanked like the rest, but I’ll be kind. Let’s get it over and done with. You’re next.”
    Vicky had stood far back against the wall so that all Peter could see was the top of her tawny blonde curls. Her position allowed her a full view of the six bare bottomed girls, but it also left Katie an escape route. A dash for the door and she’d have disappeared into the slowly gathering dusk and, while Vicky could no doubt have outrun her, there would have been a good chance of being seen from the convent. But, to Peter’s surprise, Katie stepped meekly out of the line to stand by the spanking chair until Vicky had taken her seat.
    â€œGood girl,” Vicky said gently and patted her lap.
    Katie went down without protest, draping herself across the young woman’s lap, her sweetly upturned little cheeks lifted for spanking, with the tight pink slit of her cunt readily exposed. Only the slow, lewd winking of her anal star betrayed her apprehension as she was taken around the waist. Vicky’s knee came up and Katie’s bottom achieved an even more acute angle, with her cheeks spread wide and every wrinkle and crease of her most private apertures exposed to the gaze of the men and the women. Peter felt a flush of guilt even as his hand went to his cock, no longer able to resist his arousal and intoxicated with the anticipation of four no less beautiful girls waiting to be put in the same humiliating