46: Lessons - I

Soon after breakfast, Mark led Sarah out to the door.

"I'll be waiting..." Sarah kissed Mark as she gently groped his ass cheeks while trying to feel the anal plug gem under his panties. "Oh, and I'll know if you take it off." Sarah winked as she waved him goodbye.

Mark sighed watching her retreating figure. He couldn't help but feel a little confused after hearing Sarah's confession last night.

'She's just... Urghh... No, what matters now is how I can revert everything back to normal and get **** on Evan and others...' Mark resolved.

"Mia!!" A familiar maid's voice called from behind the door. "Get over here!"

"Ye-yes..." Mark clumsily trudged back as he carefully slid his hands down under his skirt to readjust his panties to cover his ass.

The mornings always began with cleaning. The vast Walker mansion, with its gleaming marble floors and endless corridors, was now Mia’s home and workplace.

Armed with a mop and bucket, he spent hours scrubbing and polishing under the watchful eyes of the junior maids. Among them was Lily, a petite redhead who had taken an unsettling liking to her new authority.

“Faster, Mia! You’ve got to put your back into it!” Lily snapped, lounging against the wall with her arms crossed.

With his hair clinging to his sweat-dampened forehead, Mark glared up at her in reflex. But the short glare only earned a sharp slap to his rear.

“None of that attitude,” Lily said, smirking as he winced. “You’re not the young master anymore, remember? You’re our sweet little Mia now.”

Humiliation burned in Mia’s cheeks, but there was no escape.

After scrubbing floors, he was marched into the kitchen for cooking lessons. The maids had decided it wasn’t enough for Mia to just clean; she needed to learn how to cook too.

Under Eliza’s strict supervision, Mia clumsily chopped vegetables, his delicate fingers trembling with frustration every time he accidentally nicked his fingers.

The junior maids found endless amusement in every mistake he made.

“Oops!” one of them giggled as she ‘accidentally’ bumped into him, causing him to drop a bowl of freshly cut vegetables. “Clumsy girl, you are going to clean that up and redo it." The maid snickered.

Every mistake was met with gropes, pinches, or slaps on her now curvy ass.

Mark’s ass and face burned to a rosy shade of red by the time his chores for the day were done.

As evening set, Mark slowly followed behind the maids to their quarters.

Here, Eliza had given full authority to Lily, who had undergone a transformation of her own. Once an innocent and timid girl, Lily now revelled in her role as Mia’s strict instructor.

The junior maids, five of them, sat sprawled on the couch, sipping a cold drink and gossiping about the latest trends, dramas and even boys.

Mia knelt behind Lily in habit, his delicate hands working over the girl’s shoulders. His touch was hesitant at first, but Lily’s sharp voice cut through the air.

“Harder, Mia. Don’t be lazy.”

After getting spanked by Lily nearly 200 times on the same couch, except for the occasional slip-up, Mark never intentionally tried to get her annoyed.

In fact, he went out of his way to soothe his new senior to escape her fury on his ass. His **** attempt to soothe her by massage somehow worked. At least till now.

Feeling annoyed by how unusually long the girls's gossip took, Mark pressed harder than he needed to, his fingers kneading into the tense muscles of Lily’s shoulders.

"Owwh.." Lily turned around to face Mark, her eyes narrowing.

Clapping her hand, Lily drew everyone's attention.

“All right, girls,” she said, her tone mischievous. “I know it's been a little boring lately. So, I thought of some fun new entertainment."

Mark froze.

"Knowing how many hours the young miss used to spend watching Tiktok, I am sure she will like this as well."

Lily pulled out her phone and tapped the screen a few times before holding it up for Mia to see, displaying a video of a woman dancing. Her hips swayed side to side in a hypnotic rhythm, her body flowing with controlled precision. The movements grew more intricate as the video progressed—sharp sways, isolated cheek motions, and a final flourish as the woman fell to the floor, continuing her sultry routine with her legs planted on the floor.

“Your turn, Mia,” Lily said, tossing the phone to him. “Let’s see you dance.”

He shook his head nervously, hoping to stop it.

“Oh, don’t be shy,” Lily cooed, stepping closer. “You’ve got the figure for it now. All those curves—might as well put them to good use.”

The other maids chimed in with laughter and encouragement. Lily’s sharp gaze bore into him, daring him to disobey.

With a deep breath, Mark stepped into the centre of the room. His legs felt like jelly, and his heart pounded in his chest.

He tried to mimic the movements from the video, swaying his hips awkwardly. The maids erupted into laughter, their jeers cutting through the air like knives.

“Come on, Mia! Put some energy into it!”

“You call that dancing? My grandmother could do better!”

"Oh, don’t play coy," Lily teased, stepping forward. She gripped Mark’s chin and tilted it up so their eyes met. "How many times do I have to tell you? You’re not the young master anymore. You’re Mia—the perfect little maid in training. And this is part of your training. You’ll dance, or you’ll not be returning to your room tonight."

"Now, again" Lily spanked his ass hard to get him started. "You’re going to dance. Every. Single. Step.”

Mark’s face flushed crimson as the other maids erupted into giggles.

“Start simple,” Lily instructed, motioning with her hand. “Swing your hips from side to side. Slowly.”

Mark planted his feet apart, his cheeks burning with shame as he began to sway his hips. The movements still stiff and awkward.

“Stop!” Lily barked, rolling her eyes. “You look like a plank of wood. Loosen up! Pretend you’re dancing to the beat of the music—or better yet, imagine someone spanking you into rhythm.”

At the word “spanking,” one of the junior maids snorted with laughter. Another chimed in, “Maybe that’s what she wants.”

Lily didn’t hesitate. She strode behind Mark and delivered a sharp slap to his rear, making him yelp softly.

“Feel that?” Lily said, her tone mockingly sweet. “Let that guide you. Now, try again.”

Biting his lip, Mark resumed the motion, this time putting more effort into the sways. His hips moved with slightly more fluidity, the exaggerated swings of his body drawing laughter and whistles from the maids.

“Better,” Lily said. “Now, place your hands on your knees and bounce your ass as you swing your hips side to side."

"I said bounce!"

Mark’s humiliation deepened as he added the upward motion, his movements feeling absurdly exaggerated. But with every awkward attempt, Lily was quick to correct him— with sharp verbal commands and well-placed spanking that stung his sensitive skin.

As Mark’s confidence in the basic motions grew, Lily upped the difficulty.

“Time for the next step,” Lily said, replaying the video. The woman on screen transitioned to an intricate move, isolating each hip and lifting one cheek at a time in a mesmerizing wave.

Mark’s stomach dropped. He shook his head, pleadingly, but Lily wasn’t having it.

“You’ll learn,” Lily said firmly, grabbing a fly swatter from the side table. “Even if I have to teach you the hard way.”

Reluctantly, Mark attempted the motion, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. The result was clumsy and awkward, prompting an eruption of laughter from the maids.

“Pathetic,” Lily said, tapping the swatter against his thigh. “Bend over.”

Mark flinched but obeyed, bending slightly at the waist as Lily delivered a sharp smack to his rear.

“Again!” Lily barked.

After several more attempts—and several more stinging corrections—Mark began to get the hang of the motion.

His hips moved more fluidly, each cheek lifting and dropping with increasing precision. The maids’ laughter turned to murmurs of surprise as Mark’s movements became smoother, almost hypnotic.

As he moved to dance the steps once more, he felt an uncomfortable tug. His panties—already snug against his curvier figure—had started to wedge between his cheeks.

The maids noticed immediately. “Looks like someone’s getting into it,” one of them teased.

Mark froze, his face burning. He hesitated for a moment, then carefully slid a finger down his side, tugging at the fabric to readjust it.

'Why does it keep happening now? Am I getting fat?' Mark couldn't help but think as he clumsily tried to pull the panties back into place without drawing attention to his butt plug.

But the maids weren’t about to let him off the hook.

“Aww, don’t be shy, Mia,” Lily cooed. “It’s natural for a girl to show a little skin when she’s dancing. Now lie down on the floor and repeat the next steps.”

Mark’s heart sank.

As the night grew late, Lily finally relented to Mark's pleading, allowing him to return to his room.

The next day.

As Mark started with his daily chores, Lily and the junior maids entered the room, their eyes glinting with amusement.

"I trust you haven't forgotten yesterday's lesson," Lily purred, a sly grin spreading across her face as her fingers brushed lightly over his still-sore backside.

Mark flinched at the touch, the memory of the previous day's humiliation flooding back.

As he continued with his chores, he glanced around, making sure no one was paying attention. The maids were scattered, busy with their own tasks, but Lily's words echoed in his mind.

Determined to avoid another round of dance lessons, Mark steeled himself.

Slowly, and as inconspicuously as possible, he began to practice the motion—swaying his hips from side to side while wiping down counters. His movements were awkward at first, unsure if anyone noticed him, but he pushed through, focusing on each subtle shift of his body.

Due to the sensuality of the motions, Mark kept glancing nervously around, trying to avoid the prying eyes of the other maids as he continued his chores.

He **** himself to mimic the rhythm, practising in small, discreet bursts.

His once-pristine, delicate princess steps now started to evolve into a surprisingly sensual walk, his hips swaying deliberately, causing his skirt to shift as his ass cheeks rolled with each motion.

The stiff and controlled posture he had maintained earlier as he chopped ingredients now became the perfect opportunity to practice bouncing his ass cheeks in rhythm, his body moving almost instinctively every time he found himself away from the eyes of the other maids.

His previous slow mopping had transformed into a lively, almost hypnotic movement, the mop swinging in time with his hips, both his body and the mop moving with the sensual rhythm of the catchy song playing in his mind.

The tension and excitement in his chest grew with each passing moment, his mind racing with the thought of Agatha, Eliza, or any of the other maids catching him performing these movements.

But as the catchy beat of the music played in his mind, and the rhythmic sway of his body became more familiar, a strange calm settled over him. The tension eased, and the dance began to feel less like a punishment and more like a temporary escape—a way to break free from the monotonous maid's duties.

As the dance step completed, Mark rolled his index finger over his ass cheek once again, gripping the end of his panties by the tip, lifting it back over his butt in a quick motion.