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  Sir Cardiff

  ~ Cardiff Manor ~

  by

  Sir Cardiff © 2017

  by Ruby Madden

  Published by Manifestiny Entertainment, LLC

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  ~ 1 ~

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  “Bend over.”

  “Excuse me?” I asked, startled by the unusual request.

  “Bend over, please.” He asked again, more politely.

  I’d never been asked to ‘bend over’ at a job interview, but I’d been asked to do stranger requests in the employ of the wealthy, powerful and eccentric.

  I stood and did exactly as he requested. I bent over. I peered over my shoulder. “To your satisfaction, sir?”

  “Quite.” He said.

  “May I sit down again?” I asked, holding the pose.

  “Yes, please.” He said, his eyes no longer glued to my ass. Instead, he was perusing through my references.

  “Can you be discreet?” He asked, again not looking at me in the face.

  “Yes, of course. It’s part of the job typically.” I answered.

  “Can you start next Monday?” He asked.

  Thank god!

  I needed work badly, this offer was happening just in the nick of time. Rent was due.

  “Yes, absolutely.” I said gratefully.

  “First, I need you to head to this address, today, for a drug and STD test.” He said matter-of-factly.

  “Drug and STD test?” I asked, puzzled.

  The drug test I got. But STD’s?

  “Yes, have a problem with that?” His gaze was heavy and keen on me, watching me closely.

  “Uh – no.” I said, my eyes wide. I was certain I was failing at keeping my surprise to a minimum.

  “Good, today. As in, you leave this office and go straight there. Understand?” He said.

  “Understood.” I answered.

  “If you pass both, I won’t call and I expect you to be ready for work at seven a.m. at this address on Monday.” He pointed to the top of a document. “Only show up if you’ve read the details of the contract and can agree to them in writing. Bring your belongings, maids get room and board. We’ll tend to the details of the arrangement next week. For now, I’ll provide this and you can read. If you have questions, call me.” He said, then slid a document to me on the desktop.

  Room and board too? So much for needing to pay rent…

  “Thank you. You won’t regret having me in your employ. Good day.” I said, picking up the document.

  In the elevator, after exiting the agency, I pulled out the contract and began to read. I noted that the pay was excellent. Better than anything I’d ever been paid before. Then my cheeks began to burn red from blushing. Disbelieving what I’d just read.

  I gasped just as the elevator door opened. Those waiting for me to exit so they could enter, looked at me curiously.

  I exited quickly and managed to find my crappy car in the parking lot. I got in, turned on the engine to get some heat going and finished reading the contract. Then I re-read it. Then again.

  I wasn’t crazy, the terms really did require that I wear a sexy maid outfit, a mask, along with thong, lingerie-like underwear. I also needed to agree to being observed cleaning by the employer, as well as being willing to be spanked on regular occasion by a list of devices that ranged from paddles, his hand, and various kitchen utensils.

  Holy shit! WTF?!

  So that was why he’d had me bend over. To see if I had a nice ass.

  In addition, I would need to take tests to check for STD’s on a monthly basis. Contraction of an STD was grounds for dismissal.

  Last but not least, there was a paragraph about the premises having surveillance in all rooms and locations of the private residence and that I needed to be okay that all my ‘life activities’ could potentially be viewed and witnessed by said employer and his security staff. The one exception was the privacy of hygiene and toilette matters in a bathroom.

  All this for room and board, maybe fifteen to twenty hours a week of ‘cleaning’ spread out over three to four shifts. The pay was a flat, five thousand a month. The times that I was to be cleaning were very specific with strict reprimand if I missed a shift and grounds for immediate dismissal.

  I should have realized.

  Would I do it? Did I want to?

  For that kind of money and so few working hours a week, I could go back to school and finish my degree. Was it worth it, being ogled while cleaning? Being spanked? Would I be safe? Was the spanker some creepy, old man? Or some pervy, young man? Either way, I was very hesitant to do this type of job or agree to this kind of work.

  He had all my references, I knew nothing about him.

  Yet.

  Chapter Two

  ~ 2 ~

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  Eccentric was one word to describe the likes of Sir Sebastian Earl Cardiff. Money older than the history of some countries, his life a private world of caged privilege. His mother’s lineage from aristocratic Russia and his father’s ancest
ry from Wales in the UK.

  Both bloodlines were exceedingly affluent, wealthy and near-royal. But private. Exceedingly private.

  He sat by the fireplace, in the library, reading quietly. Anna was cleaning nearby, using the vacuum machine he liked best. The one with the long hose. On her knees, she was bent over and had the hose tucked deep under one of the sofas sucking up dust-balls.

  Sucking.

  Arousing for him. Oh so arousing…

  Sebastian admired the curve of her ass cheeks, peeking out from under her very short maid-skirt. Anna wore the red thong.

  For such a flimsy piece of material, it was highly effective. A road-block. Or more importantly, a cock-block.

  Her red thong created a barrier. A line to not cross.

  It was in the best interest of all involved. If everyone knew the arrangement, the agreement, and the terms of the contract – then it was clean, easy, mutual fun. No harm, no foul.

  The women he employed to provide him relief for this specific fetish of his, were more of a collection than actual maids. Not that this mattered much to him or them. Their devoted time and service did matter, however. Hence the strict terms.

  In a way, they were his harem. A harem that could pursue their own lives, on their own time, on their own terms as long as they were willing to serve him under his terms.

  Pulling himself out of his reverie as Anna was doing an excellent job of enticing his fetish to spring to life, right on schedule.

  “Anna.” He said.

  “Yes sir?” She responded politely, immediately stopping to answer him.

  “Please come here.” He requested.

  “Of course, sir.” Anna replied and walked over to him. “On your lap, sir?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Anna carefully draped herself over his lap and waited. She’d been working for him nearly three years. He only ever touched and caressed her ass, then spanked her, and then dismissed her. Anna had grown to love being requested for a spanking this early in a shift as Sebastian typically would excuse her for the remainder of it.

  Today, he used his hand. Which Anna preferred.

  At first, she hated the spankings. Found them humiliating and painful. Almost too painful to tolerate at times. Over time, she’d grown fonder of Sebastian and learned to enjoy the pleasure and pain dynamic of a spanking. Once dismissed, she usually found her way to her room where she could then masturbate in private to find her own orgasmic satisfaction at the end of a spanking session.

  “Anna, a new maid is going to start soon. May I ask you to help train her to the unique ways of my Manor?” Sebastian asked.

  Slap!

  Anna let out a small gasp, aroused. “Yes, sir. Of course.”

  “Good.” He said softly, caressing her round, reddening bottom. Preparing her for the next spanking.

  Smack!

  Anna grunted.

  The session continued until she felt Sebastian’s erection reach completion underneath the layer of clothing separating them. She felt him spasm as he came. He paused a moment, collecting himself, catching his breath and then politely dismissed her.

  Anna stood and left the library and went straight to her room where she pulled off her thong as fast as she could and then turned on her Hitachi magic wand.

  As the buzzing vibrations pleased her pussy and clit, she came quickly and with startling need. She thought about dangling over Sebastian’s knee and the feel of his palm against the skin of her ass.

  She’d never enjoyed a job as much as this one. Besides, she was almost done with her PhD. One more year of his employ and she’d be one of the most educated maids in the world.

  Chapter Three

  ~ 3 ~

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  I spent the entire weekend in a moral tug-of-war. Back and forth. All day long, all night long. So that by the time my alarm went off at five-thirty in the morning on Monday, I was a mess. Exhausted by my own struggle about what to do.

  In the end, I’d decided to try it. I could do it for a month or so and look for something else if it turned out to be just too much. Since the pay was good, I’d keep my apartment and pay the rent. That way, I had a place to go to if needed.

  I showed up at the Cardiff Manor residence with ten minutes to spare before seven a.m. I sipped at my cup of coffee and admired the amazing estate. In New England, this was money, money. Richer than god money. A completely different world. Almost another universe entirely, I was so removed from the likes of these people.

  Just as instructed, I’d parked behind and to the left side of the mansion, where the servants entered. I guessed the actual residence to be twenty-five thousand or more in square footage. The property? I had no idea… But once on it, it was extremely private with no sight of any neighbors as far as I could tell.

  As the starting time grew close, I mustered my bearings, gathered up all my courage and wits and stepped out of my car and used the doorbell to announce my presence.

  A petite, older, Hispanic woman answered – a warm smile on her aging face.

  “I’m Celeste. I’m new, I start today?” I managed to squeak out apprehensively.

  “Ah yes, please come in. I’m Lupita. Welcome, welcome.” She said in an exotic twinge of Spanish, motioning for me to enter.

  I stepped inside and she guided me down the hallway, then up the stairs. Soon, we found a room that she explained was to be mine. I lost my breath when she opened the door and stepped inside, motioning for me to enter.

  It was gorgeous. One of the most beautiful rooms I’d ever seen. Surely this wasn’t to be mine?

  “Please, Miss Celeste, put your things down. Anna will join you shortly, she will be the one who trains you. Would you like something to drink or eat? Anything you want is available in the servants’ kitchen. Master Cardiff has his own kitchen elsewhere in the Manor.”

  I blinked. This was real. I didn’t know what to say. As it turned out, I was hungry. I’d been too nervous to eat before leaving my apartment.

  “A toasted bagel? With cream cheese? Some OJ?” I asked tentatively, expecting to be turned down or given a look of reprimand.

  New maid eating all the food already, or something like that.

  “Certainly. I’ll be back in a few. Please, go ahead and unpack.” She closed the door, providing me immediate privacy.

  I stood there, motionless, taking in everything around me. I turned around and walked to the window. I looked out on the back of the estate. It was truly palatial.

  After a few minutes, I realized that Lupita would be back soon and that I’d better unpack as she’d instructed. I hadn’t brought much as I wasn’t sure if this was going to pan out. I could always go get the rest of my stuff later.

  What little I did bring, I put away, and pushed my duffle bag under the bed. I heard a gentle knock at the door.

  “Yes? Please come in.” I said.

  Lupita entered and towing behind her was one of the most stunning blonde women I’d ever seen. She stepped forward, extending her hand.

  “Hi, welcome to Cardiff Manor. I’m Anna, I’ll be helping you get settled, acquainted and trained.”

  I shook her hand, feeling awkward. So business-like.

  “I’m Celeste. Thank you.” I said shyly, somewhat intimidated by her beauty.

  Lupita put down my bagel and OJ on a small side table in one corner of the room. “I’ll leave you two be. Anna, if you could kindly show Celeste where the servant’s kitchen is so she can put away her dirty dishes when she’s done?”

  “Certainly, Lupita. Thank you.” Anna said, smiling warmly at the sweet Lupita.

  I was beginning to think I’d entered some sort of maid fairy-tale. Everyone was so pleasant and seemingly happy here.

  What gives?

  I sat down to eat and Anna joined me. She watched me for a bit and then started talking.

  “You’ve read and signed the contract?” Anna asked.

  “Yes.” I pulled it out of my purse and placed it on the table.
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  “Good. I’ll make a copy for you to keep and fax this over to the agency so they can get you all set up.”

  “Thank you.” I said.

  “Certainly. So, it’s very simple. Master Cardiff has certain erotic proclivities. You’re here, more to entice and titillate him than to do actual maid work. You’ll want to learn how to clean, in a sexual manner, in a way that teases and delights him.” Anna explained.

  Damn, talk about getting straight to the point. It wasn’t even seven-thirty a.m.

  I munched and chewed, nodding my head slowly. Listening.

  “The goal is to get him to want to spank you. From there, it’s simple. You endure the spanking, learn to enjoy it and when he has achieved – completion, you exit as requested. You only answer him and his questions. You don’t initiate discussion. He is your employer. Paying you to clean and be spanked. For a very reasonable sum of money each month. Understand so far?”

  I continued nodding. I really had disappeared inside some sort of erotic maid fairy-tale. I couldn’t believe it.

  “He has a group of us on rotation. Right now there are five of us. He prefers having six to seven, for variety.” Anna continued.

  I quickly did the math. This man paid around forty thousand a month, just to have his maid and spanking fetish appeased. Half a million a year. House cleaning sounded like a lower priority. I had a hard time to keep from laughing.

  “He’ll never ask you to blow him or touch him or have sex with him, understand?” Anna asked, studying my face.

  I nodded, taking a sip of the OJ, which was fresh-squeezed and delicious.

  “Never. I repeat, never make the mistake of initiating sex or a blow-job. He has fired every single woman who made this mistake, not respecting the boundaries and parameters of the arrangement.”

  Wow…

  “Any questions?” She asked.

  “No, I think I’ve got it.” I nodded, smiling at her.

  Then it hit me, I did have a question. Why me?

  “Actually, I do have one. Why me?” I blurted it out.

  Anna smiled. “That’s simple, you’re quite beautiful. Surely you know that?” She said.