HIRED HELP
Chapter 2
"This is only your second full day of work, and already you have
been late twice. Do you have any explanation?" Richard asked while
he stared at her intently.
Jennifer looked at the floor. "Well, I was trying to get some
of my stuff, but I got there so late. I just wanted to rest for a
minute... and I fell asleep."
"What am I going to do with you?" he asked. "You know that this
is grounds for dismissal."
Dismissal. I would have no money, no apartment. I couldn't go
back there even if I had money. That means living with mother.
"NO! Please, don't fire me!"
"I don't think that you're taking this job very seriously," he
said. "You are being paid a premium wage for your services. At
least you should be able to do your job in a professional manner."
"I do take this job seriously! Please, don't fire me! I'll do
anything!" she said.
"There is an alternative to dismissal," he said.
"Anything," she said.
Richard thought for a long moment, composing his words. "I
could let this go with disciplinary action. You will be punished for
your tardiness."
"Punished?" she asked.
"Would you prefer to leave?" he asked. Jennifer swallowed hard,
then shook her head. "Wait here," he said.
She stood and waited as he left his den. She steadied herself
by leaning on the desk and taking some of the weight off of her
shoes.
I wonder how ripe I am? I have been sweating in this outfit for
over a day now!
Within a few minutes, he returned with a large bundle of rope
and something that looked like a rubber ball with a strap going
through it. He put it all down on his desk and pulled a chair from
the edge of the room to the center of the room. "Come over here," he
said.
Slowly, she complied. "Stand behind the chair, and bend over,"
he said. The back of the chair came nearly up to her crotch. She
was able to do it, but it was very uncomfortable in the corset to do
it.
He took the rope and tied her hands to the front legs of the
chair. He pulled the rope tight first and bent her over even
further, and she had to gasp for breath.
Next, he tied her ankles to the back legs of the chair. She was
now stretched out and bent over like she was trying to touch her
toes. "I don't like this," she said.
"This is a punishment. You are not supposed to like it," he
said. "And you're not supposed to talk while you're being punished.
Now, open wide," he commanded.
Jennifer hesitated for a moment, then did so. He put the rubber
ball into her mouth and put the straps around the back of her head.
She felt him pull the straps tight and buckle them together.
"Mmmm! Nnng! Mmmmnm!" was all that she was able to say. She
found herself struggling for breath and very uncomfortable. She
struggled against the ropes, but could not budge them an inch. She
bit against the gag. The ball yielded slightly, but she could not
get it out.
She heard him walk behind her. Jennifer tried to crane her neck
around and see what he was doing, but the shiny black vinyl of the
still very wide skirt kept her from seeing anything. Somehow, she
could almost feel his eyes looking at her exposed butt.
"That should make a good view," he said. He went to his desk
and sat down, still behind Jennifer. She heard the shuffle of
papers, then heard him pick up the phone and dial.
How long is this going to last? she wondered.
Her stomach was grumbling with hunger and her muscles were
aching from the position. "All right," Richard said. "I think
you've learned your lesson." First, he took out the ball gag, and
Jennifer's jaw muscles were immediately grateful. Then he untied her
legs from the chair. She kicked her legs up in the air for a moment
to try to get some circulation back in her feet, even though this put
most of her weight on her crotch area.
The arms were last. Richard helped her get back to her feet.
"Oh, am I sore!" she said.
"I'm sure that you will get over it. There is leftover chinese
take out in the refrigerator for you. You can go to your room
whenever you're done. And remember, don't be late tomorrow."
"Um, Mister Hane?" she asked as she tried to stretch her legs.
"How can I get up on time when there is no alarm clock in my room?
There isn't even a window, for god's sake!"
Richard tilted his head to one side. "Hmmm... You have a point.
I will wake you up tomorrow, then."
Jennifer went to the kitchen and found the food that he had
mentioned. She looked outside and saw that the sun had already set.
"How long was I there?" she muttered to herself. From the discomfort
in her bladder, she guessed that it had been quite a long time.
After having a light supper, she relieved herself and made her way
back to her room.
It took her a minute or so to use the keys on the keychain in
her room to unlock her black vinyl maid's outfit and her shoes.
Getting out of the corset was a struggle. It took her almost ten
minutes to loosen the laces enough to get out of it. Afterwards, she
hung the outfit up in the closet before treating herself to a nice
long bath. Jennifer noticed that her other maid's outfit and shoes
had disappeared from the room.
This doesn't seem real, she thought. Here I am, the strutting
around in that outfit for a rich man's amusement, and he doesn't even
feel me up!
That thought rolled around for a while. He hasn't felt me up!
Jennifer started to feel vaguely insulted by this. He went through
all the trouble of having me look like that, and then he doesn't even
touch me?!
She dried herself off then went to the bedroom and turned on the
television. As the mindless drivel of evening sitcoms passed by, she
thought about her employer. He sure does seem to have a lot of self
control, she thought to herself. I wonder how much?
With this thought, and with the TV on, she fell asleep.
