EXTRACT FOR
Domestic Service
(Miranda Birch)

Once in the house, Mrs Johnston lost no time. 



"I'll show you to your room," she said briskly. "We can take a look over the house and grounds tomorrow." 



His room was a small one way down a long corridor, small but quite comfortable. Inside Mrs Johnston closed the door behind them. 



"Well here we are, Mark. I shall start your training proper tomorrow morning, but I think I should like to have a quick look at your now. Would you take your clothes off? Down to your underpants." 



He couldn't believe it. Was she joking? Mark produced a foolish grin. There was still that thought of fucking her in his head. 



"Didn't you hear me, Mark?" 



Mrs Johnston voice was hard and sharp now. Definitely not the voice of a woman inviting a fuck. 



"I expect immediate response from a servant. Do you understand that?" 



Mark mumbled a meek "yes, Madam," his face flushing. 



"Then let me see it. Take those things off now, at once." 



Still scarcely able to believe it, he began to disrobe. Jacket and tie, then his shirt. and his vest. His white, not very muscular torso felt dreadfully exposed and vulnerable under Mrs Johnston's keen gaze. He had left his trousers till last in the desperate hope that she might be satisfied with the top garments. Because he knew what could so easily happen. He could get another erection -- and in just his tight Y-fronts, it would be very visible... 



"Now your trousers, Mark. And don't keep hanging about. I can see I am really going to have to work with you, my lad." 



He bent to untie his shoes. The dreadful possibility was already happening, brought on by his thinking about it. His penis unmistakably stiffening. Christ! He gave Mrs Johnston a sick look and then loosened his belt. He dropped his trousers and bent to step out of them. He didn't want to straighten up again but he had to. 



Mrs Johnston had come close. He shuddered nervously as her soft hand took hold of his arm, then ran over his bare chest. She had moved behind him, her hand sliding down over his back and then down, cupping his bottom in the tight pants. He was shaking all over and also... 



"What is this, Mark?" 



The words hissing out in that low and sexy but now decidedly cay voice. He knew what she meant but if there was any doubt Mrs Johnston's hand unbelievably took hold of it. His now fully-erect penis through the tight, thin underpants. 



"Whatever do you mean by getting an erection in my presence?" 



He stuttered something, he wasn't sure what. 



"Take those pants down, you young Lothario!" 



Mrs Johnston's hand released its grip. He glanced at her and then looked away. 



"No... please..." 



And then, "Aaooohhh!" 



He had suddenly received a stinging slap across the face. 



"Don't you ever say no to me, Mark! Now take you pants down *this instant*!" 



Face burning, he slid them down. His stiff cock sprang out and up, blatant and unashamed, mindless of the consternation it was causing its owner. Mrs Johnston placed her hands on her hips and stared at it wide-eyed.