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it’s somebody who can tell me what to do. He hated it, but there was a whining, pleading tone to his threats and I was sure he didn’t have the guts to just do me when his wife wasn’t looking. It was much the same with Chris and with Stefan, who were in charge of me when I was helping with the bar or waitressing, but would both have liked to get me into bed. I could have let one of them, and might have done if I hadn’t been sure that whoever I chose would get possessive. The last thing I wanted was a boyfriend, because I was sure not everything was as it seemed.
    The guests couldn’t have been more ordinary; business people, couples and families taking a break, locals coming to the bar of an evening. None of them did anything worse than pass an innuendo, and I didn’t even get my bottom pinched, which I’d assumed was something all maids would have to put up with. Yet there was my alternative uniform, and there was Morris. I rang him several times to ask if there was another party, and whether he was planning anything at the hotel, but he simply laughed and told me to be patient. In the end I decided that the uniform was just some pervy idea Mr Hegedus had dreamt up, and that while I’d probably end up in it at some point, it would be just for his personal amusement. I knew he’d get what he wanted too, because the thought of being made to dress up like a little tart and spanked by him was disgusting and delicious all at the same time.
    That’s the funny thing about spanking. The worse the situation the more I like it, so if I’m getting it from Pippa or Penny it’s pure fun, and really only naughty because it’s from another girl. If I get it in front of an audience I feel embarrassed and ashamed and foolish, but still love being the object of their desire and ultimately in control. When Danielle had done me and I’d thought Summer might see, I’d hated every second of it, but I’d been wet right from the start. With Mr Hegedus it would be the same, which was why I knew that if he proved to have the courage and just caught me at the right moment, I wouldn’t be able to resist.
    What he did to me was far worse than I’d expected.
    Saturday morning was exceptionally busy because all the guests seemed to be leaving at once, and everybody expected me to be their personal skivvy and put their tasks first. By the time the contract cleaners left, I didn’t know if I was coming or going, and it got worse. New guests started to arrive; a group of mainly foreign businessmen who wanted everything done instantly and to the highest possible standard, right down to finding an improvised kennel for the biggest, shaggiest dog I’d ever seen, which must have been something like a cross between a mastiff and a borzoi.
    At lunch I was trying to help Chris and Stefan at the same time, also Mr and Mrs Hegedus. Inevitably I made a mistake, serving a bottle of red wine to a table of six who said they’d ordered white, and I was trying to apologise when Mr Hegedus appeared.
    ‘Is something the matter, gentlemen?’ he asked, bowing.
    One of them answered immediately; a completely bald Russian with a face like a hatchet. He was the one with the gigantic dog, and I’d known he would be a nuisance from the moment I’d met him.
    ‘Yes. We ordered Pinot Gris and this idiot girl has brought us Pinot Noir.’
    ‘I’m really sorry,’ I protested, ‘but bottles are the same shape, and ...’
    ‘Incompetent!’ he snapped.
    ‘I shall deal with the matter immediately, Mr Morosov,’ Mr Hegedus said, gave a second bow and pulled a chair out from a vacant table.
    I should have known, but I never even saw it coming. Even when he grabbed my wrist I thought he was going to take me outside and tell me off, and it was only as I was pulled into position that I realised I was going to be spanked. It was so sudden that all I could manage was a scream of utter horror and then my uniform skirt had been whipped up and I was showing my