Part 5

 I slept poorly that night, shivering on the cold floor. I used the time to
consider my choices. It was obvious that Sheila didn't just want a maid, she
wanted to humiliate me sexually. The fact that she was my best friend seemed
to make no difference. If I stayed, it would only get worse. On the other
hand, I didn't want to go to prison. In addition to the terrors I'd face in
prison, my career would be ruined and my children would be teased mercilessly
in school.

I'd like to say I made my decision based on what was best for my family, but
I'm weak. As bad as I knew Sheila would make my life, I was sure it would be
better than going to prison. I resolved to do the best job I could as
Sheila's maid.

At peace with my decision, I finally slept. My slumber was shattered when my
rear end exploded in pain. I screamed and jumped to my feet, turning to see a
glaring Sheila, tapping a yardstick against her thigh.

"I expect my coffee ready when I wake up in the morning," Sheila said as I
rubbed the welt on my ass. I scrambled to get dressed as she complained.
"You're a fat, lazy slut. I can see I have a lot of work to do, training
you."

"I'm sorry, Sheila," I said as I bent over to pull my stockings on. "I'll do a
good job, I promise."

SWISH CRACK!! My ass exploded in pain again. I howled and danced around. "What
did you call me?" Sheila asked quietly.

"Owww, I'm s-sorry. I meant Mrs. Winters. I'll be better, Mrs. Winters."

"See to it you do. Now go fix my coffee and make my husband some breakfast."

I scrambled up the stairs, pulling my heels on as I ran. Sheila followed me up
the stairs and sat at the table as I hurried to prepare breakfast. She was
sipping her coffee and I was just putting his breakfast on the table as Greg
came in, immaculately attired in an expensive suit.

He looked at me and chuckled. "Nice hair, Charlene."

I blushed as Sheila replied. "The lazy bitch overslept. Look at her. No
makeup, her hair isn't combed, she's a mess. Don't worry, I'll punish her
later. She'll be up on time tomorrow, I guarantee it."

"I'll leave that up to you, honey. Don't let her take advantage of you," Greg
said as he started to eat.

I stood quietly as Sheila and Greg ate, refilling cups and delivering food.
Greg had his head buried in the newspaper when Sheila called his attention to
me again.

"Honey, do you think Charlene is fat? She looks a little pudgy to me." I felt
tears well up in my eyes as my best friend attacked me.

Greg lifted his head and looked at me. "Not much. She just has really big
tits. I think the nipples are supposed to be covered, Charlene." He grinned
as I quickly tucked myself back in.

"You didn't see her flopped naked on the floor, sleeping," Sheila argued. "I'm
telling you, she's fat. Charlene, take off your dress and show Mr. Winters how
fat you are."

"Yes, ma'am." I cried softly as I pulled the dress over my head.

"Now step over here, lift your arms and turn around so he can see all of you."

Greg looked me over from head to toe. "I still don't think she's very fat.
She's got a little bit of a belly and her boobs hang down, but her legs are
pretty good and she doesn't have a double chin or anything. She's no spring
chicken, you know."

Lisa walked into the room and took in the sight of me, naked in her kitchen,
as she slipped onto her chair. "What's going on?" she asked, sleepily.

"Honey, do you think Charlene is overweight? Your father says she's just old
and saggy but I think she's fat. What do you think?"

Lisa didn't even bother looking at me again. "You're both right but you missed
the biggie. She's out of shape."

Sheila snapped her fingers. "You're right, darling. That's what it is.
Charlene, today we're going to start a diet and exercise program for you. I
won't have people thinking my maid is a slob."

"Yes, Mrs. Winters," I replied.

"Please give Lisa her breakfast now." When I reached for my dress, Sheila's
voice took on an ominous quality. "I said, 'NOW'." I quickly dropped it and
hurried to do as I was told.

I stayed naked while everyone ate breakfast and Greg left for work. When I
started to clear the dishes, Sheila told me to scrape the plates into the
dog's dish. I went out into the garage and emptied the leftovers on top of
Max's dog food. He must have heard the silverware clinking because he came
bounding through his doggie door and immediately began wolfing his food.

When I returned to the kitchen, Sheila commented. "That was fast. Weren't you
hungry?"

I looked at her, puzzled. "I'm hungry, why?"

"It didn't take you long to eat."

"I don't understand," I replied, confused.

Sheila looked at me like I was a moron. "Those leftovers are for you. From now
on, you can only eat what is left over on our plates. It will help you lose
weight."

"But you told me to put it in Max's dish," I protested.

"Right. That's your dish too, starting today."

"I can't eat out of that dish. It's dirty, it had dog food already in it and
Max ate the food as soon as I put it in."

"If it's dirty, wash it. A little dog food won't hurt you and if you get
hungry enough, you'll learn to eat before Max gets it all. Next time be a
little faster." We both heard the doorbell ring. "Go answer that. I need to
get something from upstairs."

"I'm naked," I protested.

Sheila leaned in close. "Listen, bitch. I didn't start this mess, you did. If
you think things are bad now, believe when I say they can get much worse.
Answer the damn door."

I hurried to the front door, wearing only my heels and stockings. Peeking
out, I saw Dave. He grinned at me as I let him in.

"Nice outfit, Mrs. Hopkins." he patted my ass.

"Call her Charlene," Lisa called from the living room. "She's our new maid."

Dave sat down on the couch. "Cool. Does she ever wear clothes?"

Lisa grinned. "Of course. She's just happier naked. Aren't you, Charlene?"

"Yes, ma'am," I agreed, not wanting to anger her.

"Whoa! What happened to her pussy?" Dave exclaimed.

"Mom made her shave it. Bend over and show him your pussy," Lisa ordered.

Obediently, I bent over and grabbed my ankles as Dave examined my bare pussy.

"Damn, it looks a lot bigger like that. Her lips hang right out, don't they?
I felt him cup my cunt, then slip a finger inside. "Goes right in. She's
loose and wet."

"That's because she's a horny slut, right Charlene? Lisa asked.

I wanted to say that I was wet with embarrassment, not lust, but I didn't want
to disagree with Lisa. "Yes, ma'am. I'm a slut."

Dave grabbed both lips and pulled them out. He alternated stretching them out
and apart, then back together again. "Hi, I'm Charlene's pussy," he mimicked.
"I eat meat. Feed me. Feeeeeed meee."

Lisa laughed as he teased me. He continued until Sheila came downstairs. Dave
let go of my pussy lips when he heard her coming but Sheila told him not to
stop on her account.

"After seeing those pictures, I think we can safely say you two have played
before. Let's not be hypocrites."

"Yes, Mrs. Winters," Dave said, blushing a little.

"Look, Dave. I like you," Sheila said. "I don't want to see you sleeping
around, catching some kind of disease. Charlene wants to help too. Feel free
to come over any time you want. I know she'll be glad to see you, won't you?"
Sheila bent down to look at my face, flushed from Dave's efforts on my pussy.

"Yes, ma'am." I said.

"I'm glad you're here, Dave," Sheila continued. "Charlene overslept forty
five minutes this morning and she needs to be paddled. I found my old
sorority paddle here but I think she should be paddled by a man. One stroke
for every five minutes is fair, so she needs nine strokes. Will you spank
her?"

"Sure, Mrs. Winters," Dave grinned.

"Charlene, get down on your hands and knees. I don't want you to fall. That's
it, put your face right on the carpet and stick that big ass up in the air."

I turned my head to the side away from Dave. I could see Lisa and Sheila
sitting on the couch, watching eagerly. A smooth surface gently touched my
ass, then swung away. I tensed as I heard the wood moving through the air,
then my brain exploded in pain. Screaming, I jumped up and started jumping
around, frantically rubbing my stinging buttocks. My boobs were dancing
wildly as Sheila, Lisa and Dave all watched with amusement.

I rubbed my ass for several minutes, sobbing loudly. Finally, the pain receded
to a dull throb.

"I shouldn't count that because you got up but it was too funny to see."
Sheila said. I'll tell you what. You can crawl around the room to ease the
sting but you cannot stand up. You may rub your ass but only with one hand at
a time. If you forget, the stroke doesn't count. Now get ready for your next
stroke. Don't forget to count, either."

I got back on all fours and sniffled out a "One," as Dave lined up another
swat. Although I knew what to expect, the pain still nearly drove me insane.
I started to jump up but at the last minute I remembered Sheila's
instructions. I crawled around the room three-legged, my boobs swinging
beneath me as I rubbed my sore ass. Finally, I crawled back to Dave and
whispered "Two."

It seemed like it took forever to get to nine but I finally made it. My ass
was screaming in pain and I knew I wouldn't sit down for days. Sheila came
over to me as I knelt, sobbing quietly. She caressed my head, almost
tenderly, like the friend I thought she'd been before.

"That hurt, didn't it?" Crying, I nodded. "You don't want that to happen
again, do you?" I rapidly shook my head no. "You'll make sure you're up on
time tomorrow, won't you?" I nodded. "You'll already be washed and dressed,
won't you. Your hair and makeup will be perfect, right?" I was vigorously
nodding my head.

I flinched as Sheila ran a fingernail across my red ass, then softly scraped
it along my cunt. "You have a five o'clock shadow, Charlene. I expect this
pussy smooth as silk every time I see it. Understand?"

"Yes, Mrs. Winters," I sniffled. "I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want me
to. Please don't paddle me any more."

"I won't have to if you behave, Charlene," she replied. "Now, thank Dave for
disciplining you."

I turned my tear-streaked face toward Dave. "Thank you for paddling me, Dave."

Sheila cleared her throat. "Is that the proper way to thank someone?" she
asked. "Dave worked hard to help you learn. I'd think you could thank him a
little more nicely than that."

I looked at her, incredulous. "Here? In front of you and Lisa?"

Sheila waved her hand with a dismissive gesture. "We've all seen pictures of
you doing far worse. If one of us gets uncomfortable, we can leave. Now,
thank Dave for paddling you."

Dave sat on the couch, between Sheila and Lisa, as I crawled to him. I
unzipped his pants. He lifted his hips and slid them past his knees. His cock
popped up against his belly. After a quick glance at the two women beside
him, I leaned in and kissed it gently. I was rewarded with a twitch. It swung
away, then back toward my face. I opened my mouth and as the head of his cock
entered it, I quickly closed my lips and drove myself all the way to the base
of his cock.

"Oh, shit. What a cocksucker," Dave moaned. "Suck it, baby. Suck it deep."

Sheila leaned down to watch my head bob up and down on Dave's pole. "Watch out
she doesn't bite it, Dave. She's hungry."

Lisa giggled. "She's hungry, all right. Hungry for cock. Look at her go!"

I wanted to tell them that I wasn't enjoying this one bit. I just wanted it to
be over with so I was eagerly sucking Dave's cock to end it. I wanted to tell
them that, but I didn't. I just kept on sucking.

Dave did his best to hold out and I did my best to make him cum. I sucked as
hard as I could, driving his cock deep into my throat and letting my gag
reflex caress the head. I'd alternate that with kisses from his balls to his
knob, then slide my mouth back over it again. He was holding out pretty well
until Lisa and Sheila both reached in at the same time and cupped his nuts. I
think he was so surprised he lost his hold and creamy jets of cum immediately
started pumping into my mouth. I was so hungry, I eagerly swallowed it all.
The two women massaged his testicles until he stopped pumping.

Dave sagged back into the cushions, smiling contentedly. I licked the cum off
my lips as I sat back, then immediately shot forward again when my sore butt
touched my legs. My face pushed back into Dave's crotch but Lisa pushed me
away.

"God, can't you see he's tired. Give him a break," she warned me. "You are
such a slut."

"She wants more, does she?" Sheila asked. "Okay, Charlene. You did a good job
on Dave. You can cum if you want. Go ahead and masturbate."

"No thank you, Mrs. Winters," I replied. "I'm fine."

"Are you talking back to me?" Sheila asked. "I just gave you permission to
masturbate. Do you need to be punished for disobeying? Or is it the company?
If you think you're too good to do it in front of us, maybe you'd rather do
it in the back yard."

"No, ma'am. I want to masturbate for you, right here," I begged. "Please don't
spank me any more."

"Then turn around and get busy." I quickly spun around and stuck my ass out
at them as I slid two fingers into my cunt. The humiliation of the last hour
had soaked it. Still, it was difficult to feel excited as I played with
myself a few feet from three other people.

As I strummed my clit, I felt something rubbing against my cunt. Looking back
between my legs, I realized Dave was pressing the handle of the paddle
against my pussy. I was so wet it easily parted my lips and slid in until the
wide part pressed against my asshole. He stroked it in and out as I continued
to masturbate. The handle was five or six inches long and wider on one side
than the other. When Dave tired of stroking it in and out, he pushed it in
and slowly began to rotate it.

The sensations as my cunt widened, then collapsed, drove me over the edge. I
came hard, moaning and pushing my pussy against my hand and my wooden lover.

Sheila made me turn around and lick the paddle clean of my juices. She gave me
thirty minutes to shower and dress. I raced to clean up, tenderly washing my
still burning ass. I nearly forgot to shave my pussy, but was back in my
uniform, with fresh stockings, all made up and standing in the kitchen with a
minute to spare.

"Not bad, Charlene," Sheila said. "Let's see your pussy." Her hand slid under
my skirt and rubbed my outer lips, then dipped in for a second. I immediately
felt myself juicing up. So much for cleaning up.

"Good job, nice and smooth," she commented as she brought her fingers to my
lips. I licked my juices off them. "I need to go to work now. I want you to
clean the house from top to bottom. Do a good job and don't be lazy. You may
not eat while I'm gone, unless there is something left in your dish. Also,
you may not cum. If I find out you've been frittering away your time playing
with yourself, I'll have you paddled again. Understand?"

"Yes, Mrs. Winters," I agreed. "I won't play with myself. I'll be good."

"You better," Sheila warned. "Also, I want supper fixed and in the oven when I
get home. Here's some money. Get some wine and have it chilling. I'll be home
around four. We'll get your exercise program started then."

I was surprised Sheila was leaving me alone until I realized I wasn't a
prisoner. I could walk out any time I wanted- any time I wanted to face public
censure and prison. With a sigh, I began picking up the kitchen.

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Continued in part 6
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