Menage a Trois Pt. 03

"Over my lap now boy," she ordered. "Another instalment of your wages coming up." Skivvy complied, and Carrie grinned at Kate.

"Let's see if we can cover up the cane marks."

The spanking went on for some time, because Carrie decided that she was enjoying it too much to stop. By the time she finished, the cane marks had been smothered by the bright pink effects of the paddle!

The two ladies spent the rest of that first Saturday training their new Skivvy. Having in the past shown a succession of au pairs how they liked things done, they had very clear ideas about what, when and how frequently chores should be performed. Their experience with the au pairs had taught them to expect protests: too much was expected of them, they lacked the ability or strength to do certain things, the demands being made were outside the scope of their employment. They got none of this from Skivvy. Whatever task they said they wanted done, Skivvy greeted with a polite "Yes Miss", only checking to make sure that he understood the frequency with which that task needed to be performed.

The only area where he hesitated was in the kitchen, when Carrie asked him to demonstrate his cooking skills. Skivvy confessed, shame-faced, that he had never learnt to cook. They then decided to limit his chores to food preparation, since he claimed to be adept at peeling, slicing and dicing, and to washing up all those items which would not go into the dishwasher.

Finally, in the late afternoon, Kate and Carrie sank into matching armchairs, satisfied that they had briefed their new houseboy on all his responsibilities. Carrie kicked off her shoes and waggled her toes.

"It feels good to get off my feet," she sighed. "All this running around is not good for them!"

She realised that Skivvy was hovering in the background when he gave a discreet cough. She looked around.

"What do you want?" she asked abruptly.

"Begging your pardon, Miss C," Skivvy replied humbly, "I did a course in body massage when I was with Mrs Stepley. May I be permitted to work on your feet?"

Carrie raised an eyebrow. "You cheeky monkey, is this an excuse to grope my feet? Is that how you get your kicks?" She looked at Kate. "Should we give him another flogging for being insolent?"

Kate shrugged. "You could. Or you could let him loose on your feet and take the skin off his backside if you don't like the results. If he's any good, I could use a good rub myself."

Carrie stuck her bare feet out. "Okay, boy, show me what you've got."

Kneeling on the floor beside her armchair, Skivvy carefully went to work. He was not exaggerating his manipulative skills. Carrie radiated scepticism for the first five minutes, but by the time Skivvy had been working for fifteen minutes she was slumped back in her armchair, legs spread wide, one foot held tenderly in Skivvy's mitts while the other rested on his head. Kate watched as Skivvy reverently finished one foot, kissed it with great reverence, and took the other foot off his head so that he could start massaging it.

"Oi!" snapped Kate. "Is the boy allowed to kiss your feet?" she demanded.

Carrie waved an expansive hand. "If he can make my feet feel as good as this, I'd let him lick between my toes as well!" she murmured. She let Skivvy work on her other foot for more than fifteen minutes before she wriggled it away from his grasp to push him aside.

"Go and ask Kate whether she would like the same treatment," she told Skivvy.

"I certainly would," Kate drawled. She waggled her bare toes in front of her. "Here boy, get to it. And it had better be good!"

Carrie disappeared into the kitchen while Skivvy set to work on Kate's feet, and it took him only fifteen minutes to convince her that as a foot massager alone, he was a keeper! She looked blissfully content when Carrie called her in to supper, and they gave Skivvy a generous portion of their leftovers after they had finished.