Cleaning!

“Ok, you can see what you have there,” he said gesturing to the items on the bench, “and there’s beer and mixers in the fridge. When the others get here make sure you keep them topped up with drinks and snacks. Just give me rum and cokes, but with only a tiny bit of rum. The others are still a little way off, so you can start by cleaning up in here a bit.”

Emily looked at him aghast, her mouth open. This is not what she was expecting at all. She crossed her arms and looked at him sullenly. He just glared back at her before stepping to the side of her and delivering a hard smack to her ass. “Well come on, get to it!” Emily jumped and let out a yell. She gave him one more sour look before stepping over to the sink and beginning to clear it out. She felt the heat from where his hand had contacted her buttocks slowly spreading out, quickly warming her pussy.

“That’s a good girl,” Bill said, stepping up behind her and rubbing where he’d hit her. Emily continued emptying out the sink before filling it with hot water, letting out the occasional moan as Bill had his way with her ass. She began washing up as his hands dug into her crack before finding their way down to her pussy. She parted her legs and stuck her ass out to allow him better access as he rubbed her pussy, only the thin fabric of the shorts between them. She closed her eyes, wishing that Tom could see Bill enjoying her perfect teen body as she obediently did domestic tasks for him under threat of corporal punishment. She was acting out what even the most successful men from the most misogynistic bygone eras could have only dreamed of, and she was doing it for an obese social outcast. Oh fuck, Tom! He was supposed to be watching right now, she suddenly remembered.

She put down the sponge. “Umm, we need to send Tom the link to the livestream.”

Bill laughed. “Oh yeah, that’s right!” He gave her pussy one last squeeze before removing his hand. “You’ll have to give me a hand setting it up,” he said, walking back into the dining room. Emily closed her legs and took a deep breath before following him.

He had a webcam placed discreetly in a bookshelf, with the cord running down behind the tv cabinet, where it was connected to a laptop. Bill pulled the laptop out of the hiding spot and handed it to Emily. She opened it up and opened up the web browser. There were several tabs of porn open, all with depraved titles. The current tab showed a young women being roughly fucked by several ugly men as they called her degrading names. Emily watched with her mouth agape for several moments as they slapped and spit on her as they rammed their big cocks into her holes. She blushed and paused it when she noticed Bill grin lasciviously at her. She quickly opened a new window and navigated to the site she’d picked out previously that let you set up private streams. After getting it to recognise the webcam she sent the link through to Tom.

Emily: Sorry it took so long, we had some technical difficulties.

Tom: All good. Just remember, if you aren’t on camera then all the guys have to be

Emily went to reply in the affirmative but Bill snatched the phone off her and placed it on the shelf. “Oi, stop texting and get back to work bitch!” He gave her a slap on the other cheek. She gave the camera a shrug, a thumbs up to let Tom know she’d read the text and then headed back into the kitchen. As she washed up and felt the heat from the second spank spreading she found herself wanting Bill to come and rub that one as well, before remembering that he couldn’t with the camera now watching. She sighed and grabbed the next pan to wash.

She’d cleaned up about half of the mess when Bill called out from the dining room. “They should be getting here pretty soon. Don’t forget to come out and greet them and get them a drink straight away when they arrive! And if I see anyone with an empty drink or no snacks for more than a minute, you’re getting a spanking at the end of the night!”

“Yep, I got it!” Emily replied, testily.

“Hey, no need to get upset, I’m just trying to help you not get a hiding on that pretty little ass of yours!” Bill laughed. “Unless you want a good spanking? Maybe I should change it so you only get the spanking if you’re good?”

“Ah no, that’s all good, thanks,” Emily replied awkwardly, embarrassed to admit she almost did want the spanking as a reward.