Reluctant Waitress Synopsis

Patsy’s rudeness to guests and the manager at the high class seaside hotel, leads to her becoming a blacksmith and fisherman.

Reluctant Waitress

by obohobo

Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF Spanking

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

© obohobo 2009

“Hi, you wanna take over and earn yourself a couple of quid?” Bob addressed the young woman sitting on a crab pot keenly watching him use the high-pressure water jet to clean the weed from his fishing boat. He knew she worked at the local hotel and he’d heard stories about her behaviour but she wasn’t in uniform and looked sad and angry and he wondered if she’d been sacked. “I need to fix the banding on the stem and the tide’s coming in fast so I won’t have time to finish cleaning her bottom and fix the banding. It’s a good way to vent your frustrations and do some good at the same time.”

“I’m not dressed for it.”

“No problem if you don’t care about your appearance. I can find you a smock and a pair of thigh boots and you can blast away the weed growth without harming anyone.”

“Yeah, why not? There’ll only be a row when I go back and they’ll try and get me fired again.”

“Thanks, I’m Bob.”

“Patsy, and it’s Patsy and not Pat.”

Bob climbed the ladder on to the boat and returned with a pair of his rubber thigh boots and an oilskin smock, all far too big for her stocky figure. The boots she wore over her trainers and the smock came well below her knees. Other onlookers grinned but Patsy grinned too and when shown, attacked the weed and barnacles with vengeance, while Bob replaced the screws in the metal band.

“What do you think you are doing Miss Godbold? You should have been on duty an hour ago. Once again your grandmother refused to allow your dismissal.” Peter Myers, the hotel manager stood on the quay and disdainfully looked down at her. Calmly Patsy turned the nozzle and blasted him for several seconds. Had he been a little closer the force would have knocked him over but instead it drenched him from head to toe. “You’ll pay for that Pat, your bloody grandmother will have to listen to me now and you can pay for my clothes to be cleaned.” Much as he would have liked to retaliate, he knew he didn’t stand a chance. She stood eight feet below him, in six inches of muddy water and she had a weapon. Angrily, and dripping water with every step, he stomped back towards the hotel amid the laughter from a group of students who’d witnessed the incident.

“A friend of yours, Miss Godbold?” Bob grinned and mimicked Peter Myers’s voice.

“Bosom pals!”

“Fancy having lunch at Meg’s Café? I doubt you’ll be popular in the staff room at the hotel. We can’t do any more here until the tide floats the boat and it’s not worth me going back to the farm workshop and starting another job.”

At the table they began to get to know each other. “Am I guessing right, you are Mrs. Kincaid’s granddaughter?”

“Yes, Sarah Kincaid is my maternal grandmother, you know her Bob?”

“Yes, but not socially. When there’s no fishing work, I’ve a blacksmith’s forge at the farm and do a bit of ornamental ironwork; the railings around the front of the hotel and the hanging basket brackets are my work so I’ve met her a few times. Seemed a reasonable old lady to me. You don’t like her?”

“It’s not that. She’s okay I suppose, but it’s mother, her daughter, she thinks I should go to university and learn the hotel business so I can take over when the old lady dies or becomes too infirm. Mother has her own antique business and doesn’t want to get involved in the hotel.”

“And you don’t either?”

“I hate it. All that bowing down to people because they have more money and can demand service and have no respect for the staff. That’s what got me into trouble this morning and why old Myers tried to get me sacked again. There’s a snooty woman staying with her husband in one of the top suites, who is always making a fuss over something. I had to serve her at breakfast and after she’d sent me back to the kitchen three times and then said her egg wasn’t cooked the way she wanted it, I’d had enough of her complaints and told her, “Stop acting like a spoilt bitch, there is nothing wrong with the egg, now eat your breakfast like a good little girl and make sure you wash your hands afterwards.” I thought she’d have a fit but she asked in a loud voice to see the manager. Myers came and told me to report to his office but I went to my room and changed out of my uniform and walked out.”

“And found me. You can’t just walk out because of family pressures with them holding the purse strings, so you are more or less forced to stay even though the manager doesn’t want you and you don’t want to be there. What do you want to do? What would you like to do at university?”

“I don’t know, is the answer to both questions. I don’t want to go to university at all and with the low grades I got at college and the fact that I haven’t applied for a place anywhere, although mother doesn’t know that, I’m unlikely to get a place in any but the poorest universities and I’m unlikely to find a course I’d like. I’m not really academically minded. Blasting the hell out of that weed suited me much better.”

“And so did blasting old Myers?”

“Yeah! Pompous git.”

They sat chatting for a while longer and she learned that he took fishing parties out, did a little fishing and crabbing on his own account and, as he’d said earlier, did blacksmithing jobs between times.

“The ‘Starfish’ should be afloat now, fancy a trip out on her?” Bob asked, “We can go outside the harbour and put the net in and see if we can get a few fish.”

“Sounds better than reporting for a smacked wrist or worse,” Patsy laughed.

“Heh, wait up Patsy.”

“Hi Karen.”

A girl in hotel uniform hurried to them, “Please don’t drown me with water when I give you the message,” a huge grin spread over her face, “But Mr. Myers asks, no, orders you to return to the hotel immediately. I think he has arranged an appointment with Mrs. Kincaid.”

“Just say that I’ve gone fishing.”

Karen again laughed, “Yeah, and with that Bob Sayer, the silvery things that swim in the sea, won’t be the only fishing he does. Enjoy yourself; you’ve been the main topic of conversation in the hotel all day. We had to hide our faces when the drowned rat came in!”

The afternoon proved a pleasurable one for both of them, and served to lift Patsy’s depression at the thought of going back to the hotel and working again. Late afternoon, while they towed the trawl for the last time and sat drinking tea, she regaled him with tales of her exploits at the hotel that should have given her the sack, and when she finished, Bob again brought up the subject of Patsy’s future. “Today you’ve shown me that you don’t mind getting your hands dirty and helping out doing what would normally be considered a man’s job. You picked up handling the boat quickly and showed no disgust at handling the fish and the crabs and that’s more than I can say for some of the ladies that pay to come on fishing trips. You know about the other side of my work, the blacksmithing side, how would you like to try that? You’d certainly get your hands dirty and most of my customers are down to earth working people who would swear back at you if you swore at them.” They threw the idea around for a while and Bob agreed to take her on a month’s trial apprenticeship but then added, “I hope you try some of your tricks when you work for me.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ll get to take your trousers down and give your plump bottom a good smacking.” Patsy laughed although fairly certain he was serious.

“Hi Gran, this is Bob Sayer.”

“Good evening Mrs. Kincaid.”

“I know who he is Patsy, what I don’t know is where you’ve been all day although from the smell of fish, I can guess, but I’m more interested in why you’ve brought him here and what you have to say about your rudeness to a guest this morning and your dreadful assault on poor Mr. Myers.” She couldn’t keep the hint of a smile from her voice as she said it.

“We’ve a proposition to put to you, Mrs. Kincaid,” Bob intervened.

Patsy enthusiastically explained the proposition.

“It’s not as simple as you make out Patsy. From a hotel staffing point of view I would only be too glad to get rid of you, and you’d have been sacked before the end of the first week if you’d been one of the normal staff, in fact I doubt that you would have applied for the job. It’s only because of your mother, that you are still here. She had grand notions of your taking over from me when I retire but we both know that would never work, so yes, I’d like to see you try something else where people skills are not so necessary. However, I will try and insist that you stay here and not move in with your employer. I know you are old enough to refuse that but at least you will have a place to stay if things go wrong between you and we may ask you to help out in the hotel in an emergency but I’ll request the staff to give you work with the minimum contact with our guests. As I said, that would be in emergencies only when someone goes sick at short notice. Can we agree so far?”

“I guess so Gran.”

“Now we come to your behaviour. Your rudeness to Mrs. Rendham-Carter actually amused her husband and he used your words to her at lunch when she complained about the trifle, but drenching Mr. Myers, went beyond a joke especially as it is pictured on the front page of the evening paper.”

“No… who?”

Mrs. Kincaid passed the paper with the headline, “DON’T ANNOY THE WATER GUN GIRL?”

“Fortunately a tourist took the photo and no one recognised you in that outlandish garb but as you can guess, Mr. Myers is not pleased, to say the least. He’s still threatening to take the matter to the police unless I take positive action in dealing with you.”

“I know what sort of positive action she needs,” Bob grinned, “And so does she, we discussed what would happen if she misbehaves when she works for me; she’ll get a good hard spanking.”

“I’m sure that would be the best policy if you can get away with it these days.” Her eyes closed as she remembered her early career and said, “Before I married Vincent Kincaid, I worked as a maid in a large hotel and at times, I too was a little too free with my tongue, nothing as untoward as your behaviour mind. One day I offended Lady Maccleson and the owner gave me the choice, dismissal or the strap. I chose the strap because jobs were scarce and I would have been dismissed without references. The housekeeper gave me twenty on my bare bottom and I howled my head off and could barely sit for days. It taught me a lesson.”

“You expect me to take a strapping? In this day and age? No way!”

“Not quite but if your new boyfriend gives you a good hard spanking and Mr. Myers sees the result, that might be sufficient positive action to get him off your back. Would you be willing to do the task Mr. Sayer? From the look on your face, I can see you are only too willing.”

“Of course and then she’ll know what to expect when I employ her.”

“That’s settled then, shall we get it over with?”

“I haven’t agreed to it!” Patsy yelled.

“That’s not necessary, I’m sure Mr. Sayer is more than capable of spanking you whether you agree or not. Please carry out her punishment Sir and don’t spare her. Mr. Myers will want to know she has been well and truly spanked before he’ll agree to forget the incident, well I doubt he’ll ever forget or forgive but he may not take further action over it.”

Patsy made a dash for the door but before she got anywhere near it, Bob’s arm snaked around her waist and carried her to an office chair. Despite fighting him, Patsy soon found herself lying across his lap, held firmly by his left hand while his right fumbled for the button and zip of her jeans. Eventually he freed them and wriggled the jeans to her knees, baring her white, soon to be red, bottom. Her swearing and threatening dire consequences changed to a loud yell when the first hard smack landed.

“Oh do quieten down girl,” Mrs. Kincaid admonished, “Do you wish the whole hotel to hear you and for Mr. Myers to come and investigate and witness your punishment and add humiliation to your pain?” Of course she didn’t but she couldn’t help crying out and shedding tears as the spanking continued and her bottom glowed with the fire induced by Bob’s hard hand.

“I think that’s enough Mr. Sayer, please hold her like that while I phone my manager.” Bob couldn’t help noticing the smile on the elderly ladies face as she picked up the phone. He didn’t just hold but gently rubbed her sore bottom until he heard the door open and then held her legs closed so the manager would only see her bum cheeks and not her sex.

“As you can see Mr. Myers, we decided to match the discomfort you received from her with a little from us. I hope this is acceptable to you and we can now consider the matter closed. Forthwith, Miss Godbold is no longer a permanent member of our staff but she will retain her room here and will eat with the staff and is on call if ever we are short staffed. Is this now acceptable to you?”

Myers muttered his agreement.

“Ma’am, I think I ought to take this young lady to her room and apply cream to her bottom. I thank you for handling the situation so competently and look forward to meeting you again.” Bob stood the still weeping Patsy, on her feet and tried to hide his erection from the owner.

“Yes, take care of her Mr. Sayer and make sure when she is in your employ, she does some work, in fact, can I order another hanging basket bracket, one that she has made? A sort of apprentice piece to be completed by the end of her month’s probation.”

“You bastard, you bloody fucking bastard, you enjoyed thrashing me. I could feel your prick getting hard. You can fuck off now and don’t think I’ll be working for you tomorrow.” Patsy swore when they entered her room.

“Of course I enjoyed it. I wouldn’t be a man if I didn’t enjoy having a woman squirm on my lap. Did you expect me not to get a hard-on? And if you keep swearing I might just have to put you over me knee again without the old lady watching. Now let’s see what we can put on that might ease the pain a bit.”

“I can do it myself.”

“But it will be more fun if I do it.” She screamed as he pulled her tight jeans over the tormented flesh.

Knock, knock, “You okay in there?” Karen poked her head around the not quite closed door. “Ooops, sorry, I heard you yelling and saw old Myers come down and thought he’d given you a walloping. Seeing Bob’s with you, I’m sure he’ll know how to comfort you, if you let him. You know where I live Bob, if she throws you out!” Karen giggled as she left and the giggle lit a spark of jealousy in Patsy and she decided to keep Bob with her, at least for a few minutes.

“Okay, lets get the rest of your kit off and into the shower, you don’t want your room smelling of fish, do you?”

“You just want to see my tits and besides you smell worse than me.”

“Guess I’d better shower too then.”

“There’s another down the hall.”

“You’d not have the pleasure of my company.”

“Yes, your company was very pleasurable a short while ago. I can hardly stand now.”

Despite her protestations she allowed him to undress her and, for the first time, saw his solid, erect prick and noted it’s large size. Not that it was enormous but she’d not had one quite as big before. He turned her so the water flowed over her buttocks while he held her closely to his chest and kissed the top of her head. Gradually, as the pain receded, she relaxed and finally after he’d massaged cream into the sore part and parts that weren’t sore, she became so aroused she almost begged him to fuck her. They coupled intensely until she’d climaxed and he’d sent his sperm inside her.

“Mum, this is Patsy, she’s going to be working with me as my apprentice. On a month’s trial at the moment.”

“I know who she is son, all the talk in the shops is about her and all the locals know whose picture is in the paper and whose boat is in the background. Does she need an apprenticeship for what you need her for? I would have thought being out on the boat with you for an afternoon would have given her enough experience.” The big woman looked at Patsy with some distaste but then added, “But at least she is a feisty one and gave that smarmy sod Myers a good soaking that will be remembered for a long while. Perhaps I’ll change my mind when I actually see her do something other than open her legs.”

“Where’s that daughter of mine, Mother? I thought she was supposed to work here but the girl on reception said she left three weeks ago. I thought you were training her…”

“Calm down Gloria. She still more or less lives here and does the occasional shift but she isn’t cut out for hotel work, certainly not when she has to deal with people who expect service and not rudeness. I understand she’s doing better as a blacksmith than as a waitress but as to where she is, I don’t know if it is a blacksmithing day or if they are taking a fishing party out. Karen will know if she’s still here.”

“You mean my daughter, Patsy, is learning to be a blacksmith and a fisherman? I don’t believe it. That’s not what I sent here to you for.”

But Mrs. Kincaid ignored her and phoned Carol on reception. “Karen’s gone to the staff room to change out of hotel uniform ready to go home, Ma’am. I’ll ask her to see you before she leaves,” the girl replied.

“Come in Karen. No you aren’t in trouble. This is Gloria Godbold, Patsy’s mother and she would like to know where her daughter is this morning.”

“At the forge, I think Ma’am.”

“On her back with some man, I suppose,” Gloria commented.

“Not at this time of day Ma’am. She’s actually doing things with hot metal, she’s shown me the blisters on her hands and she’s burned herself a couple of times. Seems to enjoy the work though.”

“I don’t believe it. This I will have to see. Where is this forge?”

“Rookery Farm, Ma’am. It’s a bit difficult to find but I’ll take you if you like as I haven’t seen her at work yet.”

“Thank you Karen, that’s kind of you. Don’t let them know we’re coming Mother. By the way, what did she do for you to dismiss her?”

“I’m sure Karen will be delighted to give you all the graphic details on your way to the farm.” The old lady was only too glad to get rid of her demanding daughter.

Karen introduced Gloria to Elizabeth ‘Liz’ Sayer, Bob’s mother, when they arrived at the farmhouse that served as an office as well as their residence, and all three made their way across the farmyard to the forge. From the hammering coming from within, they knew work was in progress and looking in the open door, they saw Patsy holding a handled punch on a strip of red hot metal while Bob hit it with a maul. Only when they’d completed the operation did Liz allow them to enter and introduced Bob. The sight of Patsy in her leather apron and work boots, caused Karen to laugh and comment on her new uniform but Gloria didn’t find it so amusing. She’d planned a better career for her daughter.

However, all the introductions and comments were interrupted by the entry of Bill Forest. “Heh, you apprentice girl, you made this strap too short by a half inch.”

“That’s the size you asked for, look there’s that scrappy old bit of card you brought in.” She grabbed a steel rule, “Look exact size, what did you pinch your wife’s tape from her needlework gear? She’ll kick your arse if you’ve got oil on it.”

“Never you mind missy, what you going to do about it? It’s no bloody use like it is. Canna yer not weld a bit in or have I ter ask the real blacksmith man to do it?”

“Can’t we heat it and put it through the rolls Bob, like we did that job the other day?”

“I don’t see why not, then there’s no weld to show. I suppose you want it done now?”

“Yeah, if the little lass with the big bum is up ter it.”

“It’s a good job she not using the pressure washer Bill, you might have received the Myers treatment,” Karen called out amidst laughing hysterically.

“But a bit of hot metal up his jacksie might have the same effect,” Patsy laughed too as she heaped the coals, pumped up the forge and started to heat the metal.

“Bet you needa strong hand to keep ‘er under control Bob,” Bill commented as the metal began to glow.

“He has Bill and he knows how to use it,” Karen called out, “Made her bum real red and warm.”

“Fuck you, Karen. If that old man there would start to use modern measurements instead of inches and bits, we might not have had this problem.”

“I can see why her people skills didn’t suit the hotel.” Gloria at last, seemed amused at her daughter’s handling of the man.

“She’s very good with the men who come here, even those from the big houses and talk posh,” Liz defended.

Over lunch, Patsy suggested her mother ought to see the other side of her present life and eventually managed to persuade her to go on the boat for a short fishing trip. Karen decided to come too but Liz stayed at home. Both women were impressed by the way Patsy brought the Starfish alongside the quay to pick them up instead of taking them to the boat in the dinghy. The blustery wind and choppy water did not make for ideal conditions for a pleasure trip for the passengers but they saw Patsy steer the boat out of the harbour and into the sea and work the winches when Bob put the trawl in the water.

As the afternoon drew on, Karen realised she wouldn’t get back to the hotel in time to start her shift and asked Gloria if she would phone reception for her and explain her unavoidable delay. “They can’t even call on you Patsy, so they won’t lose any more customers,” she grinned.

“Alright, I get the message, Patsy is a tomboy and better suited to men’s work than being a hotelier. I’ll talk with mother later and see what suggestions she has. I can’t see you being allowed to live in the hotel indefinitely if you’re not working there.”

“By then Bob might need a room mate,” Karen laughed in her usual bubbly way, “Or a bed mate,” she added.

Finis