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 �>�Maid for a Night by jastes22

   Part 4: Spoon Feeding

   On his lap?

   Up until this point, everything could have been seen as silly flirting,
a way to tease the boys.  At least, that -(TM)s how I was rationalizing it
in my head.  But getting on Thomas -(TM)s lap and practically straddling
while literally spoonfeeding him?  That was too much.  There was no way
that I could do and still tell myself this was all some silly teenage dare.
No, if I did this, it would be proof that, to some degree, I wanted to be
humiliated, and that would only open the door to more of the same.

    -�Go on, Taylor, -� Lindsay said.  She could tell I was starting to get
cold feet.   -�Don -(TM)t be shy. -�

   I resisted the urge to glare at her.  No, no point in getting snappy. 
That would just give my friend another excuse to embarrass me.  No, the
best course of action was just to be obedient and get my skirt off.  Then
they would have their fun, make me do a few silly things in my underwear,
and then get bored and leave me alone for the rest of the night.

   I grabbed Thomas -(TM)s cake and took a step forward.  My bra shifted
slightly on my chest.  I nearly threw up my arms before remembering Lindsay
-(TM)s rule about not covering.  Blessedly, the bra held, my nipples still
completely covered.  Holding in a shaky breath, I climbed into Thomas
-(TM)s lap.  While I was moving to get on, all I could think about was how
I knew that 3 pairs of eyes were either glued to my butt or bare back.  I
realized that part of the agony was going to be not being able to see
everyone and their reaction to my display of slutty behavior.A slutty maid.
What could be more cliche than that?

    -�I know we said no touching, but why don -(TM)t you help Taylor
balance by holding her sides, Thomas? -� Lindsay said.

   He didn -(TM)t need to be told twice.  Before I could complain, he
grabbed me by my sides with his open hands.  Surprised by the warmth, I
almost fell forward, but I stopped myself before letting my breasts crash
into my friend -(TM)s face.

   His hands did help me balance, though, as I sat up on his lap and
started to cut the cake.  His eyes tried to keep in line with mine, but
they often flickered to my chest that was only a few inches away from him,
and I could feel blood rush to my face with each glance.

   Okay.  Let -(TM)s just get this over with.  With a trembling hand, I fed
him his first bite.  He put his mouth over the entire fork, slid into his
lips, chewed thoughtfully for several long, painful second, and then
swallowed before opening up his mouth for another bite.  As we repeated the
process several times, each bite taking longer than the next, I realized
that at the pace we were going, I would be sitting on his lap for close to
ten minutes.

   As I fed him the next few bites, I could feel his fingers beginning to
trace my skin, drawing little imaginary shapes down my back.  In my mind, I
could feel his hand getting lower and lower, inching closer to my skirt.  I
almost stopped him, but something held me back.  It felt good, the slight
touch of his nails on my bare skin, the heat from both of our bodies mixing
together --

   No!  No!  I was not enjoying this!  I was fulfilling my end of the bet
and that was it!

   I just had to get rid of this cake!  It was almost gone.  I scooped up a
big piece, trying to get it down to as few a bites as possible.   -�Open
wide, -� I said, nearly shoving into his mouth.

   At the same time, I felt a finger slip into the waistband of my skirt. I
squeaked and almost threw back my hand.  The cake fell from the fork and
onto Thomas -(TM)s lap in a crumbled mess.  I yelped and pushed myself off
his lap, standing up.

    -�Taylor! -� Lindsay shrieked.   -�Look what you did! -�

    -�I --I -(TM)m sorry. -� I muttered.  The cake had fallen apart
completely in Thomas -(TM)s lap, staining his pants with icing.

    -�You -(TM)re obviously not understanding how this  -~maid -(TM) thing
works.  I think we need to take a different approach. -�

    -�W-what do you mean? -�

    -�Lay down on his lap. -�

    -�I -(TM)m already on his lap. -�

    -�No, over his lap, -� Lindsay said.   -�He -(TM)s going to give you a
spanking. -�