Maid for You

Chapter 6

Warning! Adult themes in this chapter.

The next morning, Jocelyn stepped out of her room and went into the kitchen to have Marc's coffee ready for him when he got up. She felt a little self conscious in her newly shortened uniform.

A woman of her word, she had kept the promise that she had made herself yesterday and shortened her skirt last night. It had taken quite a while to do. Oddly enough just deciding exactly how long her new uniform should be had taken quite a while. She was tempted to cut it really short so that she could flash her bum at him when she bent over. In the end though, she had decided to trim it to just above the knee. That would be short enough that she could find some opportunities to flirt with Marc without it presenting her as just a sex object. If it turned out that she wanted to have it shorter still, then she could always shorten it again...

So now, where her uniform had fallen down to her ankles, it was now cut above her knee. In truth, quite a shy woman, she was not used to showing quite so much leg. She hoped that Marc would approve...

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Marc was in a foul mood that morning. He felt no desire whatsoever to get out of bed. Since he had not heard or seen anything of Jocelyn since spanking her last night. He was fully expecting to find her packed and ready to leave as soon as he got out of bed. After their uneasy start, Marc had become used to having Jocelyn around. He looked forward to her sunny smile and a cup of coffee in the morning before he started work. He had to admit that he was a lot happier now than he had been before she had turned up unexpectedly at his door.

Oh well, time to go and face the music. He climbed out of bed, dressed, and headed off to the kitchen to accept Jocelyn's resignation. If I apologize, would she stay...? Although I'm dammed if I'll apologize for being annoyed with her after she deliberately covered me in dust. Maybe if I promise not to spank her again? God it was lovely though; having her backside jumping around over my knee. I'd love to do it again without those skirts in the way. Then I could watch her skin start to glow red... Hm. I think that seals it. I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off of her if she stays. It would probably be best if I just let her go...

Needless to say, with these thoughts running through his head, Marc was not really prepared for Jocelyn's normal cheery good morning.

"Hello Sir. You are up a bit late this morning. Sit down. I'll bring your coffee to the table."

Marc looked around, but he could see no sign of Jocelyn's suitcase. "Jocelyn, I want to ..." Marc stopped in mid word as Jocelyn came out from behind the kitchen counter with his coffee in her hand. His brain seemed to stop working for a moment as he took in the shortened uniform and Jocelyn's lovely legs. "Wow. You look great."

Jocelyn's eyes lit up and she stepped with a new confidence into the dining area. "I'm glad you like it Sir. What was it that you wanted...?" Jocelyn stood there and waited for him to answer. Her hip was twisted slightly to one side with her facing him. The pose was sexy, showing off her legs most attractively. It was all the more alluring because he was certain that she was not deliberately trying to flirt with him.

You! The thought leapt into Marc's head as if it had been lit up in lights.

Mark's mind suddenly changed gears as he realized that he had not lost Jocelyn. Was Jocelyn in fact a submissive who enjoyed being spanked? She certainly didn't seem to be angry or hold a grudge about it this morning.

"I. Er... Oh yes. How is your backside this morning Jocelyn?"

Jocelyn's cheeks flushed slightly and she looked down to the floor embarrassed. "It is fine now Sir." She said quietly.