Coerced
By Kathy B.
kathybxx@hotmail.com


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.
