The Hotel Transform Stories

OFFICE DUPE CHAPTER THREE

By Deborah Ford

In chapters one and two the hapless Lyndsay sort a position in the office in which his wife worked. The boss, mr Davies, a large severe black man, agreed so long as Lyndsay wore a chastity belt and the office uniform

Unfortunately the uniform made the pompous Lyndsay look like a sissy

As Lyndsay, now known as Linzi on his name badge, worked under the office manager Miss Morgan, he learnt the hard way about behaving: a thorough canning from his new boss. Worse he was soon encouraged to wear the shorter kilt and serve his new boss, his wife and their clients

Now his fate leads to him becoming a hundred per cent maid for his wife and their boss

Will his lovely wife Deborah be able to rescue him from his predicament? Does she want to? Read on..

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Once I was naked in the fitting room I put some of the glue onto the breast forms and stuck them into position

The glue dried very quickly. In the privacy of the changing room I bounced up and down making them jiggle like real breasts. I giggled uncontrollably

“What are you doing in there girl?” “Sorry Miss Morgan.” I held them in my hands and they felt so true to life that it took my breath away

“Hurry up girl. Don’t let me think that you are in there shirking, whilst the other girls are working hard down stairs.” “No Miss Morgan.” I squeezed into the corset, then the corset squeezed me. As I pulled the draw strings closed in front of my new boobs I felt my lungs fight for air

The only odd thing was the corset had suspenders hanging from it

Honestly! They teased and tickled my naked thighs. Wait until I pointed this out to Miss Morgan. I am sure that she would have a good laugh at her mistake

I pulled back the curtain and announced myself with a: “dah-dah!” “Oh do get on with it,” she said stuffily

She could have at least smiled! Well I would show her. I held up the suspenders at the front and looked at her haughtily. “And what about these Miss Morgan?” She held out a pair of sheer black stockings. “Just move your arse. If we are late then you are in trouble. Trouble with a capital T!” I took the stockings and stared at them in astonishment. “I don’t understand..” “It’s really quite simple. You roll one up at a time and.” “I know how to do it,” I said angrily, feeling my cheeks flush

Deborah wore stockings when she went out with the girls or when was working late at the office. ‘Cooler and more comfortable,’ she would assure me. I did not mind her wearing such sexy apparel, I just wished she would wear them for me. I thought girls looked dead sexy in stockings

I pulled them through my fingers. They felt fantastically sensuous. Had I been alone I might well have been tempted to give them a try. But for now I had to put a stop to this, it was becoming ridiculous “Miss Morgan,” I said resolutely, “I think that this is going too far!” I offered the stockings back to her but she stood, hands on hips, glaring at me. It was an expression that I am sure some people would find quite fearsome. But she was not going to intimidate me! I decided to really show her who was boss. I threw the stockings down at her feet

“There!” I declared, in a ‘what are you going to do about that’ manner

“Petulant as well as disobedient. Shall I call Mr Davies?” Oh! I swallowed. I could hardly go back on the stand I had made. I would look foolish. However the thought of Mr Davies made my bottom feel raw. My bum was still stinging from this morning’s thrashing

“Right!” Miss Morgan picked up the phone and tapped out two numbers

“Oh Miss Morgan,” I whined, trying to think of a way out of this situation that could save face for both of us. Obviously I was not going to wear the stockings and I understood how difficult it is for a manager like Miss Morgan to be seen to back down. Perhaps there was a compromise

“Perhaps we should discuss this first,” I ventured weakly

She simply exhaled impatiently. “Oh Mr Davies? I am in the fitting room

Yes it is an emergency. I know you are busy, but if you want a full compliment of girls down stairs then I think you had better call up here

Yes immediately.” She put the phone down and smiled triumphantly

I felt myself shake. Oh this was silly. It was only a pair of stockings after all. I could have put them on and then, later, I could have asked Mr Davies if I really needed to wear them. He would obviously say no and the matter would be closed. I can be a bit dippy at times. I hated confrontations. If Deborah was in a foul mood I would lock my self in the bathroom until she had regained some composure

The door thumped open. It is easy to forget how large Mr Davies is. He seemed huge at that moment. I backed away, the stockings still on the floor

“Not you again!” Mr Davies stormed

“More trouble than she is worth Mr Davies,” Miss Morgan said with smug satisfaction. “When I requested that she put the stockings on she threw them at my feet. Quite insolent.” Mr Davies burst across the room and grabbed my arm with one large forceful hand. He hauled me to a chair and sat down. I squealed in protest

Miss Morgan asked: “shall I get you your cane? A paddle perhaps?” Mr Davies sat down and in one fluent movement threw me down over his lap. I was left looking at the carpet, my bare legs kicking. The brief vision of my bouncing boobs filled my line of sight. They did not seem so amusing now as they jiggled whilst I struggled upside down

“No thank you Miss Morgan. There is not time. A good hand spanking will have to do.” “Very wise,” Miss Morgan nodded, “ideal for a cheeky little minx like her.” Wearing only a corset and the chastity belt I was damn near naked from the waist down. I felt totally exposed and ashamed. But any thoughts of mental pain soon gave way to the physical pain of a strong man intent on spanking the living day lights out of me

How I screamed. I cried. I kicked my legs. It was a shameless act but I completely lost control. The spanking really hurt on my already aching backside and he was unrelenting

“I’ll wear them,” I shrieked, “honest!” Owch,! Yeow! It did no good. The beating continued. Unlike his office canning which was slow and regular this was brutal and fast

“I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll do anything. Oh. Oh!” For a long time he beat and I yelped like a puppy, offering promises until, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended. He stood up, rolling me unceremoniously off his lap and on to the floor

I wept like a baby

“Right,” he announced smoothing out his trousers, “I do not expect to be disturbed again.” “No Mr Davies,” I cried

He kicked the stockings over to me and I wiped my eyes with my arm and set about rolling them up my smoothly shaven legs

I heard the door slam shut but dared not look up. Instead I sat on my bruised bottom and pulled up the sheer black hose. I twisted to do up the tabs on the suspenders

I was still grizzling when I stood up, now corseted and wearing stockings

Miss Morgan lifted my chin tenderly and spoke softly as I sniffled. “There now, is that so bad?” “No Miss Morgan,” I blubbered

“Shall we move on?” “Yes Miss Morgan.” I wiped my eyes with my hand

“Good.” She handed me a little pair of black frilly knickers

“Oh,” I said. I thought it best not to argue but wondered where my little white knickers had gone

“Your corset is black so your pants should match,” she said evenly

That made sense. I took them from her and stepped into the tight elastic

They were much more constricting than my own white ones. They were incredibly tight and firm

Then the worst part. I stared in horror at what she was offering me

“Oh no,” I whispered under my breath

She was holding out a short black dress with an ‘A line’ pleated skirt

I looked earnestly into her hard brown eyes, pleading silently with her

She raised an eyebrow and I shook my head

“Shall we discuss the matter with Mr Davies?” “Oh no Miss Morgan, please, no. It’s just that..” “Well?” “It’s a dress.” “Clever girl,” she continued to hold it out for me

I shook my head and she draped it over my arm. It felt cool and silky. I wanted to touch and stroke it

She then walked over to the phone

Oh God! I shook in terror

She raised the handset

Oh please, please! She was about to stab the first button when I hurriedly stepped into the dress

She slowly replaced the receiver with that awful smirk she wears when she thinks she has won

I pulled it up blindly. I did not know how I was going to get out of this but I knew that the alternative would be another visit from that awful Mr Davies

And I thought Miss Morgan was my friend. How I hated her. As soon as I got my strength back I would say something very hurtful to her. That would teach her

“Turn around girl.” I turned and she pulled the zip up. She even managed to make that seem harsh

“And turn back.” I did so, twisting and turning for her like an obedient dummy

She pulled and pushed the front of the dress until she was satisfied

“Cleavage is very important to a girl in your position.” “Yes Miss Morgan,” I said. I was not going to give her another excuse to punish me. I wondered if that was what she was trying to achieve with these humiliating exercises. Turn this way, turn that! “Sit!” Humph! Was I a little puppy dog now? I sat on the chair behind me and she fell to her knees lifting up my now stockinged feet

“What are you doing!” I shouted

She was forcing my feet into a pair of tight strappy stiletto shoes

She looked fiercely at me and I bit my lip. “Sorry Miss Morgan.” Oh if only Deborah could see what dreadful torments they were inflicting on her poor Lyndsay. Of course she had her own torments. She had to put up with that arrogant conceited Mr Davies. She was probably with him right now preparing for the party. I felt as much sympathy for her as I did for myself

“Now the other foot.” Oh! “Yes Miss Morgan.” I felt my other foot being strapped into position. The straps were awfully tight and uncomfortable. I leaned down to loosen them and had a slap to my hand for my trouble

“Look carefully girl,” she commanded

I looked at the shoes. On a girl they would have been very sexy. Black strappy high heels. I turned my feet around to study them

Miss Morgan rose: “they have tiny steel locks securing the straps shut.” She looked down at me, sat on the chair in my short black dress and smiled impishly. “Only the person with the key can release them. And the only person you know who has definitely not been trusted with the key is you. I won’t tell you who actually possess it.” I was horrified. “So I cannot take them off until someone allows me to do so!” She nodded delightedly

“And I do not even know who has the key!” She ruffled my hair. “Clever girl. And of course if you cannot remove the shoes then you cannot remove the stockings. So be a careful girl tonight and do not get a run in them. You will look terribly tarty walking around all night with a ladder in your stockings.” “I am going to tell Deborah, I mean Miss Ford, all about you!” I am ashamed to admit that I started to cry again. The combined effect of the spanking, my tribulations and now this indignity were the last straw

Miss Morgan stroked my face. “Silly girl you bring it all upon yourself don’t you?” I cried and shook my head

Miss Morgan kissed my tear run cheeks. “Had you put on your stockings as requested none of this would have happened would it?” I sniffled. “I suppose not,” I pouted

“Naughty girls must face consequences, just as good behaviour brings rewards to good, well behaved, young ladies. I hope you will find that out at some stage. My girls are very contented girls.” I looked at her hopefully. “Does that mean that if I am good you will let me go home early tonight?” Her face brightened up; “it might. That is all to do with the managers.” I nodded. Now I understood. Silly me. If I had co-operated then life would be much easier for me and I could go home early

“So put this apron on and.” “Ooooh!” I exclaimed clenching my fists. This was a bigger apron than the one I had worn earlier. It went over the head and would cover a girl from her boobs down to above the hem of the skirt. It was just as flouncey as the smaller one I had worn when serving the clients

“Am I looking at a naughty girl or a good girl?” “A good girl Miss Morgan,” I whispered petulantly

Needless to say I put on the apron and was not surprised in the least to be offered the same serving maid’s cap as this afternoon. I snatched it from her to show how angry I was and then put it on

“There now, was that worth all that fuss?” I decided not to answer. That should demonstrate how horrible I thought she was being

She lifted up chin with her hand in that terrible grip she had used earlier and crushed my mouth. “You, little miss, have been asked a question.” This was intolerable. What a bully. Wait until Deborah hears about this! “No miss Morgan it was not worth ‘all that fuss’.” I said in a sing song voice indicating that I was simply reciting what she wanted me to say

Her eyes narrowed, “I can see that you and I are going to have a long evening together!” Not if I could help it. First chance I got I would be off

She pinned my ‘Linzi’ name badge on me. Ooh! How degrading

“Hold still girl,” she said and pushed something into my eye

I squealed and ducked away

“I said hold still. Mascara is difficult enough to apply as it is, with out you jumping around like a frisky lamb.” I froze in absolute shock as she coated my eyelashes with something very dark

“The other girls will be wearing exactly the same,” she said concentrating on applying the make up. “Again we do not want them having a single advantage over you do we?” “No Miss Morgan.” Satisfied with the result she took out a tube of pink lip stick and rolled it over my lips. “Pout.” She commanded me. “Good. And once more. Yes fine.” Finally she had some red powder in a box into which she dipped her fingers. She stroked the rouge around my cheeks bones. “Gives you a bit of shape. There! Wow that is better!” This was totally unfair. Here I was dressed as a sexy French maid, with the make up of a tart and a stinging backside. On my feet were high heels locked with tiny padlocks and I was not even allowed to know who had the key to them. And to top it all, my penis, my last vestige of manhood was locked securely between my legs by the man who had spanked me. If only Deborah knew of my troubles. She would rescue me

“Right let’s go.” Miss Morgan dragged me downstairs. I wriggled on my heels alongside her

2 Miss Morgan dragged me in to the bar, to the amusement of the other girls. The bar area was semi dark, which was a relief. The last thing I wanted was for anyone I that knew to see me like this

“Line up!” Ordered Miss Morgan

I noticed that some of the girls were dressed like French maids as I was and others had been allowed to keep their kilts and socks on

We lined up, one leg bent, hands behind our backs. I had already done it so many times that day that I swear I would automatically fall into that pose whenever someone told me to stand somewhere

“Hospitality girls to the left, maid’s to the right,” Miss Morgan said

We shuffled into our positions. I noticed that Katie and Beckie were both in kilts and I felt a bit jealous. I felt it must be better to be a hospitality girl than it was to be a maid. As you can imagine, it is very demeaning for someone of my intelligence, talents and experience to be seen as a mere maid

“Now maids will fetch drinks and take orders at all times. You will take the clients request and go to the bar where the bar men will make up the drinks. You will return with the drinks on a tray. No mess!” Miss Morgan waited for us to reply

“Yes Miss Morgan,” we said at last

“I hope you are a good deal sharper when it comes to serving! Hospitality girls, you must help the maids serve drinks when it is busy but otherwise you must make sure that there are smiles on all our clients faces.” “Yes Miss Morgan,” the jumped up hospitality girls recited. I bet they thought they were so clever being hospitality girls whilst we were mere maids! Miss Morgan wagged a finger: “clients include women as well as men. If I find any of you giving men one hundred per cent of your time there will be trouble with a capital T. What will there be?” “Trouble with a capital T,” we recited on cue

She humphed sceptically. “We will see. Right,” she clapped her hands, “backs straight, hips swinging, smiles on. You are ready for action.” We all grinned excitedly

“Go to the bar and get a tray of Champagne ready to greet the clients

Quickly girls!” We dashed to the bar where three handsome young men waited for us

They were like something from a tv commercial. One was hunky with really short hair and wore a short white tee shirt over his muscles, the second was Scandinavian looking with cropped blond hair and a huge smile the third was black with neat hair and a gold chain around his neck

“Hang on girls I thought you were coming for us!” The hunky one said with a huge cocky grin

The girls giggled like silly teenagers. I thought the joke was a bit obvious and ignored it

The tall Scandinavian laughed: “six girls you had better share them out!” Again the maids and hospitality girls found it uproarious and hung on to their every word

The black man smiled confidently, it was his turn. This was so tiresome! “Yes one girl for you two, but the other five for me.” Again sycophantic laughter

The Black one pointed at me and said: “and you two get the sour one!” All the girls thought this was the funniest thing they had ever heard! They laughed loudly at me until Katie said to the dark one: “go easy on her. It’s her first time. I think she’s a bit nervous.” I blushed crimson. How could she show me up like this? I was going to show them that I could be every bit as efficient as any of them! The hunky one winked at me: “darling, don’t worry. You’ll be a big hit!” “Thank you,” I said flushing hot and looking away

“Here you are girls,” said the hunky one with the tight tee shirt as he held up a tray of champagne flutes. “Who wants to taste my bubbles?” Oh really, how crude! Jilly, the dark skinned girl with the long legs, danced forwards. “Thank you kind sir!” She giggled accepting the tray and wriggling away

“Who wants to sample my offering?” The black man laughed

A maid girl, whose name tag read July, with golden curly hair, accepted it with flushed cheeks. She held his smile for a moment before dashing off

The barman looked lustily after her

I hung back until last, dreading having to accept a tray from one of these cocky men. Inevitably my turn came around. I was so nervous! “Sorry for what I said earlier,” the black man said handing me a tray of champagne

I accepted it and smiled. He was sweet to apologise. “That’s all right,” I said quickly

He leaned closely and whispered: “they won’t be able to keep their hands off you tonight!” I was horrified but the three bar man had already returned to their duties behind the bar. I wriggled in my heels over to the main door where the girls had already started to line up

We were there on either side, kilts one side, maids the other. Hospitality girls indeed! Why did Miss Morgan not have the insight to see that I would be much better at hospitality than any of those tarts

“Keep those trays steady girls,” Miss Morgan barked, surveying us carefully. “When they have had their glass of champagne you must all jump to it and introduce yourselves to the guests. And I said introduce, not hand out your telephone numbers!” The girls giggled

“The introduction is the usual one: “Hello. My name is, I will leave you to fill in that bit,” she spat before spitefully adding, “if you can. Then you go on to say: I will be at your beck and call for the rest of the evening. May I get you a drink?” She glared at us: “try it. Let me hear it.” We each repeated it adding our names so that there was a synchronous performance: “Hello. My name is Linzi. I will be at your beck and call for the rest of the evening. May I get you a drink?” We practised it twice before Miss Morgan was satisfied. She took her place near the door and smoothed out her leather skirt

We waited nervously

I held my drinks tray just below my bust. It was quite uncomfortable standing there in heels holding out a tray but I had something to prove to the other girls. My smile did not flicker! I let my left knee fall in front of the right and then swapped when they began to ache

Where were our guests? So much for Miss Morgan’s planning! My long hair tickled my cheeks and I blew at it trying to move it, all the time not letting my smile slip

At last I heard voices. I could feel the other girls tense. Music started from the bar and then at long last two men in neat suits appeared

They were obviously quite taken with they way we looked and demonstrated it like a pair of schoolboys with those silly ‘whoops’ and whistles

I dare say a little alcohol had already been enjoyed by some of the party goers

Two women came in next. One with a short red dress, the other with a short black dress. They took one look at us and their shoulders sagged

Obviously they had been very pleased with themselves until they saw the competition. I felt quite smug! Soon there was a small queue and some of the girls had to scamper back to the bar for more drinks

We smiled and bobbed and the men demonstrated their pleasure at seeing us, the women their jealousy. Apart, that is, from the two women who had been at the presentation. They made a beeline for my tray of Champagne

“We were rather hoping you would be here,” the older woman smirked

They had obviously both been drinking as much as their colleagues. Her eyes had the glazed look of a drunk

The young woman eyed me up and down, amused at my appearance. I am pleased to say that I kept my smile perfectly in place despite being appraised as if I were an exhibit

The young woman grinned. “We are going to have some fun tonight!” “Don’t go far now precious!” the young girl warned me. They both giggled and, to my relief, moved off

Keeping my smile in place I sighed

“My, you are popular tonight Linzi.” It was my beloved Deborah. At long last. I had so much to tell her

“Deborah, er, Miss Ford!” She picked up a glass from my tray. “What a good memory you have,” she laughed

I heard a deep male laugh. It was Mister Davies. He was stood right behind her

My bottom suddenly burst into flames. My mind was full of the memory of the two callous beatings he had handed out to me

Deborah leaned back into Mr Davies’s arms, “see I told you she was not a complete airhead.” Mr Davies lifted a glass of champagne from my tray and fixed his hard cruel eyes on me. I felt my knees knocking. He spoke in a slow measured tone: “we shall see!” They moved off. Once again I felt relief. I could do with a glass of cool refreshing champagne myself! All the guests were now in the bar and our trays empty. Miss Morgan walked through our line clapping her hands. “Come along girls. There are thirsty people here. Take the orders serve the drinks!” Hospitality girls and maids alike dashed into the room announcing themselves at groups of people with huge grins. “Hello. My name is Katie

I will be at your beck and call for the rest of the evening. May I get you a drink?” I hung back but this was not yet the moment to escape. Miss Morgan’s eyes were drilling into me. Yipes! I shot off into the crowded bar

“Hello!” A group of three men in neat suites, with one attractive brunette girl in a white dress, stopped me

Oh yes. What was I supposed to say? I closed my eyes and rattled it off: “Hello. My name is Linzi. I will be at your beck and call for the rest of the evening. May I get you a drink?” The men laughed with pleasure though I noticed that the girl puckered her lips angrily. No doubt she had been the centre of attention until my arrival

I took some pleasure from that and played up to the men

“Well can I offer you boys anything?” I teased, revelling in new found sense of power

“Where do we start?” Shouted one of them

We all laughed, except of course for the silly bitch in the white dress who was now being eclipsed by me. Oh if Miss Morgan or Mister Davies could see me now! How they would be impressed

“How about a drink?” I suggested

They gave me an order and I started away

“What about me?” I turned, it was that silly stuck up girl in the white dress. I did a curtsey to her which made her even more angry

“I want a dry white wine. And make sure it is dry!” She snarled with narrowed eyes

“Certainly Miss,” I said easily and raced away

Oh those boys were fun, I would not mind serving them! Two men stopped me on the way to the bar. They were both in their fifties and a bit bald and chubby

“Hello. My name is Linzi. I will be at your beck and call for the rest of the evening. May I get you a drink?” “You certainly can Linzi!” The one said with a drunken leer. Oh another drunk who had already had too much! “Certainly sir. What would you like?” “Two beers,” he said

How common and vulgar. “Certainly sir.” The bar was an engine room of activity. Girls arriving checking their orders and racing away. The bar men, I am forced to admit, were helpful and efficient

I gave the Scandinavian my order and it was back on a tray with in seconds. He then moved onto the next girl

I wriggled through the crowds that were already getting quite rowdy. They were having a good night

I gave the two men their beers

“Thank you Linzi,” the oaf said reading my name badge. “I hope we’ll be seeing more of you later!” Fat chance. “Of course sir.” I widened my smile did my bob and headed quickly for the group of fun young men

“She’s back!” One of them announced. Oh I wish you could have seen little miss white dress’s mouth fall. How she hated me

“Your drinks sirs,” I almost forgot to add, “and madam.” They scooped their drinks and she slowly lifted hers as if it were poison

Perhaps next time it would be! I held the tray down by my side ready to be entertained by them

As Miss Morgan had so correctly predicted their eyes were fixed on my boobs

I pulled back my shoulders to heighten the display

“Excuse me!” A male voice from behind me

I turned and it was a group of two men and two woman, I think that they were married

“Yes?” I inquired politely

“You are serving drinks aren’t you?” “Oh yes!” I had forgotten myself. Deborah often says I have the memory span of a goldfish. “Hello. My name is Linzi. I will be at your beck and call for the rest of the evening. May I get you a drink?” Unlike the girl in the white dress, these women were amused by my offer

I then remembered that the two girls, who had arrived together, one in a red the other in a black dress, had also been envious of we serving girls. I suspected that the married women did not see as competition

As they gave me their order I glimpsed Deborah across the room. She was sitting at a table surrounded by men. I had never seen her laughing so much. Whenever she returns in the early hours of the morning, from a night out, she always confides in me. Without fail she relates how she has endured miserable nights out with the girls. Apparently they are so dull. I always tell her that I don’t know why she bothers to stay out when it is so dull. She explains that it would not be polite to simply leave them That is why she stays with them until five or six o’clock in the morning

“Are you listening?” I shook my head. “Oh Sorry sir, madam. What was it again?” They repeated their order and I vowed to myself to try and concentrate

Back at the bar Jilly smiled pleasantly. “Fun isn’t it!” “I’ll say,” I replied. “Gosh are we allowed to talk?” “Not really, but everyone is too busy to notice.” She smiled sweetly and sped off with her tray of drinks

I now noticed that by and large it was just the maids that were going to and fro carrying the drinks and that the so called hospitality girls like Katie and Beckie circled through the crowds joining in and laughing with the guests. Conceited madams

For my part I was determined to get closer to Deborah and tell her about my plan to escape. I knew that she would be worried about me if I simply disappeared

It was a good half an hour of slow manoeuvring to get to their group

Every time I got anywhere near Deborah’s group I was sent back with another drinks order

By now my feet were killing me and I wished desperately that I could remove my shoes. I wondered whether the other girls shoes were padlocked to their ankles or whether they were trusted by miss Morgan. It was difficult to see anything in the dark

I leaned against a pillar lifting one sore foot at a time. Then I saw something that shook me to my bones. I saw Mr Davies drop an arm around her shoulders. They were sitting next to each other, shoulder tightly to shoulder. Deborah would be furious. What an arrogant, egotistical, horrible,.

“Linzi? You are working are you are?” I could tell from the sarcasm who was speaking. “Yes Miss Morgan,” I sighed, still straining to see if Deborah would give him a mouthful

“If I see you dawdling again young lady then it will six of the best.” “Yes Miss Morgan,” I did the little bob and smiled. Suddenly I had an idea. “Please Miss Morgan may I go to the toilet?” “Any excuse to avoid real work isn’t it!” One day I would really tell her what I thought of her! “Please,” I looked at her widening eyes- and it worked! “Well be quick about it!” “Yes Miss Morgan. Thank you Miss Morgan.” I bobbed and shot off to the doorway of the bar

I needed time to think. How was I going to rescue Deborah from that dreadful man? As I clip clopped across the hard floor of the foyer to the ladies I realised that I was hardly dressed to make much of an impact

I bet that if I challenged Mister Davies dressed as a maid he would simply laugh. Or worse of course. I felt the heat from my bottom. Worse would be that he would up-turn me again and use his superior size and strength to beat me. I did not relish the thought of being soundly spanked in front of the woman I loved

I found the ladies toilet and went in. Some girls from the bar were touching up their make up

I went into the cubicle, pulled down my black knickers, hoisted up my skirt, sat and peed. When I looked down I could see nothing of my penis

The chastity belt forced it down between my legs and out of sight. When I peed I felt the liquid splash over my bottom

It was at that point that the thought hit me. I could escape now. I was outside the bar area. Miss Morgan was busy and I knew that Mister Davies had his hands full! That thought made me shiver. I would get home and then phone Deborah and explain about I had been treated to day. I am sure she would put it right

I wiped myself, pulled up my knickers and brushed down the skirt part of the dress

The foyer outside the ladies toilet was deserted

I walked away from the bar towards the main reception area of the office building. Everyone was too busy enjoying themselves to notice me leaving

I felt as if I was in a dream as I reached the main door. I opened it and was soon outside on the pavement

Oooh. It was icy cold. I felt only half dressed and the wind cut my near naked legs in half. I shivered. I pushed my skirt down against the back of my thighs struggling to keep warm

It was freezing. A group of drunken men passed me and said some of the most obscene things I had ever heard

It was then that I remembered how I was dressed. They had seen a sexily dressed french maid not a freezing cold man. Suddenly I felt vulnerable and desperate to return to the safety of the offices. I tried the door but it would not give. It was locked. It could only be opened from the inside

Shit

Through the glass I could see some of Mr Davies’s guests going from the bar into the toilets

I could not get back in so now I would have to escape

I set off for my car. It was petrifyingly cold. I reached my small car and stopped with a jolt. Car keys! Car keys in jacket pocket. Jacket pocket in jacket upstairs in fitting room. Fitting room behind closed doors of office building

What a dolt! It is a good thing that Deborah could not witness this. She always said I have a hole where my brain should be. I stamped my high heeled foot. Just when I was trying to rescue her! Now I was the one who needed rescuing

I would have to swallow my pride and ring the office. I would have her paged, explain my predicament and then wait to be rescued by her

Another jolt. Money in wallet. Wallet in jacket. Jacket in fitting room

I squealed out loud and shook my fists in impotent rage. What a complete fool I was. I was ready to burst into tears

Think. There must be an answer. Then I saw a man sitting in a car parked near by. Phew. I could be rescued. I would explain that I was locked out of the office. In a French Maids uniform? I would say that I had been at a Fancy dress party. As you can see I can be very clever and on the ball at times. Deborah does not always appreciate this. In fact she never gives me any credit

I went up to the car and tapped on his window. He was in his twenties and very rugged to look at. He made me feel small and, well, feminine

He wound down his window and I tried my best smile

“Excuse me have you got any money you could let me have.” He just looked at me his face slowly turning into a grin. What was he laughing at? What happened next was a blur. I felt my arms hauled back and something hard, cold and metallic snap around my wrists anchoring my hands behind my back. I was then pulled forcefully back from the car

“You do not have to say anything, but anything you say may be written down..” It was two other burly men. One was half reading from a card and half ogling me, the other was talking his time in examining me. Every inch

My stockinged legs, the heels, my bust. The indignity

“What is happening!” I demanded

The man in the car got out very slowly

“Our first whore of the night.” “Whore? Me?” Oh God! I felt my knees go weak

He took out a small machine and played back my voice saying: “Excuse me have you got any money you could let me have.” “Oh you don’t understand,” I said as they bustled me to a police car

“She tried the car in front but there was no one in it!” The other two officers laughed at my supposed stupidity

“That is my car!” I explained

One of the officers held my arm in a bruising grip. With my wrists stuck firmly behind me I had to just stand there as he glared at me: “Your car? If you’re messing me about I’ll throw the book at you.” Ha, some sense at last. I felt relieved. “Yes it is mine.” He took out his mobile phone and punched out a number. He read out the registration plate of my car and asked who the owner was

“Deborah Ford. Thanks?” He looked at me. “So you are Deborah Ford?” “No,no,no.” I could see how easily, silly confusions could arise. “No. She is my wife.” “Get her in the car!” “No! And it isn’t Deborah Ford it is Deborah Hawkins. Your colleagues must have made a mistake.” So you are Deborah Hawkins?” “No!” I stamped my high heeled foot. How could they be so dense! “No

Deborah Hawkins is my wife!” “I think she must be on drugs,” one of them laughed

I was dragged into the car in the most brutal way and then sat between the the burly policemen who had been in the car and one of the others. They were so big and I so small. I felt so helpless sitting there in the maids outfit with my legs and boobs on display and my wrists locked behind my back

The one who had been in the car lifted up my name tag: “Linzi. Pretty name for a pretty girl. I’m Stuart. Why on earth would a girl like you go whoring?” I turned to face him, looking as plaintively as I could. “Please I was at a party in those offices and I got myself locked out. I was simply asking you for money to phone my..” I paused. ‘Wife’ would not be the right word in this situation, ” to phone my boss. Miss Deborah,” I dare not call her Hawkins, so I used her maiden name which obviously she had not changed on her driving licence when we got married. “Ford.” Stuart stared at me long and hard and then turned to his colleague. “We’d best check it. Get it straight before we take her in.” The other policeman put his hand on my thigh and stroked it. “Shame,” he leered

Stuart got out and walked to the front of the offices

Meanwhile the second policeman stroked the top of my thigh. “So how much do you charge?” Really! “More than you could afford,” I said spitefully

He chuckled and pushed his hand higher. I squeaked. Any higher and I would have a good deal more explaining to do! “Stuart’s coming back,” I said breathlessly as he tickled the insides of my thighs

Stuart opened the door. “Seems she has done a bunk from her job. She was being paid as a waitress and scarpered.” The second policeman held my chin. “Naughty girl.” I tried to pull my hands but the manacles held me easily

“Let’s get her back,” Stuart said wearily. “If they identify her, they get her. If they don’t,” he tickled the underside of my chin as if I were a faithful dog, “then we get her.” The two policemen stepped back from the car and then watched me with horrible leers. I worked out why when I tried to climb out from the middle of the car. High heels, short skirt, hands held firmly behind back. I gave them a display of leg and panties which had them chuckling

“What about my dignity!” I demanded as I stood between them. “oooh!” One of them had pinched my sore bottom

“Rotten devil!” I shrieked. “oooh!” They did it again. “Stop that. Ooooh!” And again

I tried to move faster than them along the pavement but the high heels saw to it that no matter how quickly I scampered I was always in easy reach of a finger and thumb

This was probably the best night’s entertainment they had ever had

Even when we were standing at the entrance they continued their pinching. I think one nipped one cheek and the other dealt with the other

I was skipping helplessly from one foot to another

The door opened. Deborah! “Oh am I glad..” I began

The policeman spoke as if I was not there. “Do you know Linzi here?” “I am afraid that I do. Come in.” She turned and went inside. The two officers admired her wriggle as she walked and then helped me in

It is very difficult to walk in heels with your hands held behind your back and I was very grateful when Stuart took a hard hold of my arm for balance. I felt strangely safe and secure with him

Deborah opened a door to a downstairs office. “In here,” she said sternly and disappeared inside

The police officers did not harass my bottom with Deborah present

Luckily for them! Deborah would have leapt to my defence

Inside Deborah sat on the edge of a desk and stared witheringly at me. I immediately felt my knees buckle. I pulled helplessly at the handcuffs. I hated the powerless feeling of having my hands secured like this. I felt so vulnerable

Stuart cleared his throat in awe of Deborah. It was amazing how she always commanded respect like that. I suppose she and I are alike in many ways

“Sorry to bother you miss, but if you could confirm she is who she says she is, then we will forget the entire episode.” Stuart spoke apologetically

Deborah nodded her head and looked at the carpet in thought. “As much as I think a night in the cells would do this young lady the world of good I am afraid that she does, indeed, work for us. That is when she is not shirking and leaving her colleagues to work twice as hard in her absence.” She said this really pointedly and I felt quite bad about dropping the other girls in the shit. I shuffled on the spot feeling ashamed of myself

“Well miss,” Stuart said, “sadly, I am afraid that office misdemeanours are a matter for internal discipline not ours.” “It is a shame,” Deborah said., “I think that this is one young lady that needs to be taught a good lesson!” I wriggled my sore bottom. I could feel another visit from Mr Davies drawing closer

“Indeed mam. At one time a sound spanking would be all that was needed to put a young lady in her place,” said the horrible other officer who had manhandled me in the car

Deborah pursed her lips thoughtfully. “That is very true.” She stood up and walked around me, tapping her finger against her lips. “How about, if I were to leave this wayward girl in your hands?” What! “Deborah!” I exclaimed. Then I realised that she was teasing me

“Miss Ford to you!” She said firmly before adding to the other officers

“Do you see what I mean? No courtesy whatsoever.” My cheeks were inflamed. “Please miss Ford, if I may just have a quiet word with you, in private?” She looked at me with a smirk, “perhaps later Linzi.” She marched towards the door leaving two pleasantly surprised police officers. She stopped at the door and turned to face us. Phew! She was teasing me. Now she would have the men release me

“And please remember officers. ‘Spare the rod and spoil the child’.” A huge smile lit up her face as she took in my humiliating attire. I know you will find this difficult to believe but I sometimes feel that there is a nasty sadistic streak to Deborah

My jaw dropped to the floor. This was outrageous. What a dreadful predicament to be placed in

I backed away from the two officers, my mouth going dry. If only my hands were free! “Now I think that Deborah, I mean Miss Ford was not being exactly serious. I think that there may be a misunderstanding here.” I had backed into the desk and froze

Stuart advance with a cocky leer. “You have been left in our hands young lady.” He took hold of my arm and led me around the desk

The high heels meant that I could not plant my feet firmly on the floor to prevent him leading me where ever he wished. But he was so much bigger and stronger than me that I don’t think it made much difference

He settled himself in the office chair and pulled me close to him

I had tears in my eyes as I pleaded for mercy. “Please kind sir don’t punish me. You don’t understand.” His colleague laughed and then I was upended. I yowled in fear as I was tossed through the air as easily as a child. Once again I was left with a view of my dancing boobs I could have done without

I kicked my high heeled feet ineffectually

Stuart arranged me neatly over his lap. “I have offered wondered what panties a French Maid wears,” he mused

His bully of a mate chipped in with: “I think we are about to find out

Perhaps they don’t wear any. Little sluts!” Oh the bastards I would get them for this. I tried to use my handcuffed hands to hold my skirt down but of course Stuart encountered little resistance as he exposed my black lacy knickers

I wriggled with shame

“Six of the best?” Stuart asked his mate

Oh get on with it I fumed to myself

“At least,” was the reply

“I think you right. Twelve. A double helping for a girl who is twice as naughty as she should be.” Oh if only I had not foolishly tried to escape! The first slap covered both buttocks at the same time. What big hands he had, I thought, as I squealed

The next blow was across my left cheek and the third over my right. And so he continued. Blow after blow making me wriggle and squirm helplessly over his lap

I am sure you appreciate that as my bottom had already been thoroughly tortured that day by Mister Davies I was soon screaming for mercy

“Please. I promise I will be good. Please.” He simply laughed, “promises are mere words, young lady,” and he merrily continued my chastisement

He counted the twelfth stroke and I lay shaking over his lap, tears streaming down my face. Of course I was unable to wipe them away

With my punishment over I felt a bit relieved. At least now he would release me. But he remained seated. I felt his hand on my bottom, sort of squeezing and kneading it, as if it were dough. What was he doing. It was then that I felt something stiff growing hard beneath my groin. I knew it could not be mine as it was locked between my legs. With a shock I realised that he was actually getting excited

He continued mauling my tender flesh and I felt his body pulsate beneath me. Oh God this was dreadful

“You sexy little tease,” he said breathlessly

My God I had to get off his lap before..the thought filled me with horror

His action became more pronounced. He was rising and falling back on to the seat. In doing so he was making me bounce around on his lap. I was desperate to get off him but had no purchase. He worked on my tender flesh until suddenly he almost leaped up to the ceiling. He shuddered and pumped like a wild man

I was open mouthed in shock and shame. This could not be happening! He sat back for a quiet moment catching his breath. I remained quite still, holding my own breath. It could not have happened. Surely not

He stiffly helped me to my feet. I was too mortified to look him straight in his eyes

He patted my bottom. “There,” he said hoarsley. “Don’t let us catch you again!” “No sir,” I whispered shamefacedly

“Right,” he tuned to his colleague, “lets make a move.” Stuart left and I stole a quick glance at the officer who had bullied me so much in the car. He was grinning from ear to ear. Oh this was so appalling

“Night miss,” he said. Perhaps we’ll call around next week. See if you are behaving yourself.” “Yes sir,” I said still in a daze

He walked to the door

“Wait,” I shouted and then lowered my tone suitably, “please. What about these?” I turned and showed him my handcuffs still securing my hands

“Oh yes!” He walked back to me taking a key from his pocket

I turned my back to him so that he could unlock them but he grabbed my shoulders and swung me around to face him

I squealed in surprise

He glared down at my breasts and suddenly grabbed them viscously with both paws. What a dreadful brute. I leaped in shock

“Nice tits!” He said with a sneer

I just stood there and let him do what ever he wanted

He held up the key. “You want this slut?” “Yes please sir.” I murmured

He grinned and released the pin from my name label. He threaded the key onto it and then replaced it back on to my bosom

“Oh!” “Good night slut,” the dreadful man said and walked out closing the door

This was too much! I started to cry. Tears of pain and humiliation pouring from me. I stamped my foot twice with futile rage

Everyone did what ever they wanted with me whenever they wanted. Do this, do that! Now do this again. I had been spanked until I feared I would never be able to sit down again. And now the final humbling indignity is that a lout of a police officer uses me to make him cum as if I am some tramp from the streets! Oooooh! I kicked the desk with my high heeled foot. I wanted to sit down on the office chair but knew that such an action would enflame my tender behind

Here I was dressed as maid, hands handcuffed, shoes padlocked to my ankles, and a chastity belt to keep my manhood in check

I walked to the door and stopped. The last thing I wanted was for other people to see me looking like this

I jiggled my boobs in a pathetic attempt to shake loose the badge and free up the handcuffs key

Oh I am ashamed to say it but at that moment with all those painful emotions pulsating through me I quite forgot myself: I hated Deborah. I blamed her for all my misadventures. I spoke her name out loud, “Deborah,” and then cursed her, “stupid bitch.” I quite despised her. Why did she leave me in their hands like that. She was joking but those nasty policemen did not realise that. When I saw her next I would tell her exactly how I felt about her! Then I would ignore her apologies! That would teach her

Suddenly the door opened and Deborah was standing there. Tall, elegant, confident, sexy in her black cocktail dress. She was about to say something when I lost all control and threw myself in to her arms. “Oh Deborah, Deborah please save me. It’s so horrible!” She laughed and cuddled me tightly. “Silly thing! Why don’t you learn to do as you are told?” I cried uncontrollably. “I will, I promise!” She stepped back and held up my chin. She used her thumb to stroke away the tears and smiled softly. “I do hope so Linzi. You have a lot to learn at the hotel.” “Yes Deborah..eh?” I stopped crying and looked up at her. “Hotel?” “Silly girl.” She held the key hanging from my name label. “Go and ask one of the bar men to take off your cuffs and then report to Miss Morgan.” “What?” “Quickly.” She strode confidently away to where Mister Davies was saying goodbye to some of his clients. She looked back at me, “sorry Linzi I am far too busy to release you. Go and see those nice bar men.” I was stunned as I saw her stand next to the dreadful Mister Davies and push her shoulder into his chest as if asking for a cuddle. No it could not have been that. More likely Mister Davies forced himself on her without her realising what was happening

The a familiar voice chilled me to my bones. “Linzi! You are late for the mini bus!” Oh no Miss Morgan! “Yes miss Morgan. Sorry Miss Morgan.” I let her drag me away but my eyes were fixed on my beloved Deborah being held by Mister Davies

End of part three

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