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across their legs and kicking in my panties.
    Inevitably that made Jemima laugh, and she spanked all the harder in order to get more reaction out of me, until I was tossing my head and sobbing with the ever rising shame of my predicament and the pain of the slaps. They were merciless, spanking harder still, Hudson now with his arm around my waist to hold me in place, and I was on the edge of tears when it suddenly stopped.
    I heard a footstep and twisted around. There was a girl standing behind me, tall, with platinum-blonde hair and the sort of cultivated perfection made possible only by a lot of money and spare time. A set of keys dangled negligently from one hand. She was smiling down at my bare bottom with a look of mingled amusement and contempt. I felt the blood rush to my face and tried to get up, but Hudson kept his arm where it was, trapping me in my exposed position.
    ‘Had to spank one, did you, Hudson?’ she asked, then looked into my face. ‘Been a naughty little girl, have we? Or did he just decide to tan you because you have such a big, fat butt?’
    ‘Just a maintenance spanking,’ Hudson chuckled. ‘Jemima, Penny, let me introduce you to our team Captain, Tiffany White.’

Five
    TIFFANY HAD BEEN flat-sitting for Hudson while he was in the UK. I suppose any relationship that begins with one person being introduced to the other bottom first is likely to be a bit unequal, and that was definitely the case between me and Tiffany. She even applied a few smacks herself before I was allowed up, and obviously assumed that my submissive nature gave her the right to treat me as her servant.
    At the time I was too turned on to protest, which was a mistake, but I really do hate confrontation. The next day, as I was making breakfast for all three of them, I was telling myself it wouldn’t be for long and that I should treat the situation as a fantasy. It might be irksome at the time, but afterwards I would be able to look back on a period of fairly genuine servitude, while there was always the chance that she might be the one to spank Jemima.
    Unfortunately Jemima did not get the same treatment. They got on like a house on fire, principally because they were a pair of spoiled brats, and despite being brought up in different countries had far more in common with each other than either did with me. The same was true of the remaining Tribeca Tails, all five of whom were privileged white girls from the district, and also taller than me, slimmer than me and younger than me.
    There was Tiffany’s sister Talana, a younger version with an extra dose of spite; the twins, Rebecca and Roberta, both so pale that I first thought they were albino; Jessica Allerton, whose father was a fairly senior politician and seemed to be taking an appalling risk with his career; and Courtney Reifsneider, the daughter of an industrialist and always known as the Princess. They assembled at Hudson’s flat on that first morning. He had gone out early to deal with various business matters, leaving Tiffany in charge, and again I failed to protest as she detailed me to make the coffee.
    I brought it on a tray to the living room, where the seven girls were gathered, swapping gossip and discussing their tactics. Only Jemima even bothered to thank me as I passed around the cups, which set Talana giggling.
    ‘Oh, I love you English, you’re so polite! You don’t have to thank the maid, sweetie, this is Manhattan.’
    ‘I’m not the maid,’ I pointed out, but Talana merely looked at me as if astonished to find I could speak.
    ‘She’s not,’ Tiffany confirmed, laughing. ‘Hudson’s signed her up as third reserve, although God alone knows why, unless she’s sucking him off. She got one in a practice twenty.’
    ‘One?’ Jessica echoed in disbelief as I went pink.
    ‘One,’ Tiffany confirmed. ‘Hudson and Jemmie gave her a spanking, Brooklyn Bitches style. You should have seen her, what a hoot!’
    A ripple of laughter passed around the