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Harriet Sets the Rules - Part 1 |
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By Nigel McParr
On a cold Monday morning in mid-December, it was still dark and snowing hard as Harriet Smyth carefully made her way from the icy parking lot through the falling snow and un-shoveled sidewalks to the quaint and posh St. Charles Hotel in downtown Madisonia. As always, she arrived promptly at six-forty-five. She was dressed in a heavy woolen coat, black beret, and mittens. Beneath her coat she wore a striped blouse, a snugly-fitted quilted vest her daughter Bonnie had sewn and quilted for her, and a heavy denim skirt that dropped to mid-calf. On her feet were fleece-lined oxblood leather boots whose tops rose above the hem of her skirt. The zippered boots had short heels that added a couple of inches to her height. Since the hotel was always warm even in below zero temperatures like today, the top few buttons of her blouse were undone. She was a tall handsome woman and looked much younger than her 44 years. She had a warm expression, soft gray eyes that turned to ebony when she was angry, a prim mouth, and thick mahogany tresses she wore swept up from the nape of her neck and coiled high in an old fashioned Gibson girl pompadour. Her waist was relatively small for her ample hips, and her bustline was proportionally larger than the rest of her. She hadn’t worn a bra since her girls were in grade school. Her bosom had grown so large and full it had settled at her waist. In spite of her jiggling bosom, she wore her unsupported low slung breasts proudly. Reducing their prominence would never have crossed her mind. Her ample breasts, which seemed always in motion, were a measure of her mother and womanhood. She liked the way they filled out her blouse fronts and the young men’s furtive glances. Twenty years ago she’d divorced her husband for infidelity. To support herself and her two daughters, she’d gone to work as a maid at the St. Charles Hotel and had been there ever since. Her superior intellect, her budgeting and people skills, and excellent work ethic had quickly elevated her to Housekeeper and then to Housekeeper/ Laundry Manager. She was earning enough money now to comfortably support herself. She loved her job, relished the daily challenges associated with supervising three dozen hotel employees. All of her employees were younger than her and all were female except for her lone male employee; Ted Bell, 20 years her junior. He had unknowingly worked his way into Harriet’s heart and excited her in ways she hadn’t thought about in years. She lived alone in the modest bungalow she and her ex-husband had bought when they were first married. Both of her daughters were college graduates and on their own. Her oldest daughter Bonnie was 24, married, and a stay-at-home mom. Her youngest daughter Ellie was 22, single, and shared an apartment with a girlfriend. As she made her way into the hotel and past the front desk to her office, she noticed Ted Bell waiting for her outside her locked office. She’d hired him a few months earlier and from day one he’d been a model employee; always quietly courteous and respectful with an old fashioned shyness in her presence that absolutely delighted her. Ted was tall and stunningly handsome with cheek bones that looked like polished marble, a prominent jaw, coal-black hair, bright blue eyes, and the hardened body of an Adonis. He reminded Harriet of a young Rock Hudson. She hoped and prayed he wasn’t of the same sexual persuasion. Harriet knew every girl in the hotel had their eyes on him and those fabulous jeans-clad butt-cheeks and dreamed of taking him to bed. But if Harriet had her way - and most of the time she did – nobody was going to sleep with Ted but her. Ted was her employee, her boy, and she’d fight tooth-and-nail with any female in the hotel who even thought of touching his delectable body. Ted was the perfect employee. While her girls to varying degrees had to be taught and sometimes disciplined as if she were their mother to respect her as their manager, Ted instinctively understood his place in her social order; older females out-ranked younger females and all females out-ranked males. From day one he’d unfailingly addressed her with a refreshing quaintness, calling her Ma’am - never Mrs. Smyth or Ms. S., which was how the girls addressed and referred to her. Harriet wasn’t alone in finding Ted’s manners endearing. The girls did too. They thought it was cute how he spoke to her. Like she was his mom or something. It never occurred to them Harriet might be planning to seduce Ted. Harriet kept herself well connected to the hotel grapevine. She knew what the girls thought and she made no effort to change their perception nor would she change the way Ted addressed and perceived her. After hanging up her coat, she took her time wiping the melting snow from her boots. She remained bent over her boots longer than she needed to allow Ted adequate time to view and savor the voluptuous cleavage spilling from the top of her blouse. She knew it excited him and she relished how awkward it was for him and how he squirmed, hoping she wouldn’t catch him in the act. When she decided he’d had enough, she straightened up, looked him straight in the eye, and gave him a warm smile. Her heels clicked noisily on the tiled floor as she walked briskly to her office door, setting her breasts into a furious jiggling beneath her quilted vest. The sight was nearly too much for Ted. He fought to hide his reaction while Harriet unlocked and opened the office door and led him into her inner sanctum. She closed the door behind her. After seating him beside her desk, she remained standing and let him have another look down her blouse while she bent to unlock her desk and remove a couple of folders from a lower drawer. She could feel his lust, the mental snapshots he took of her exposed cleavage while she perused the file drawer. It pleasured and aroused her and ignited the fire that had been smoldering for weeks in her sex and thighs. She could feel the dampness soaking into her underwear. He’d always been afraid of her. And she understood he’d risk his job for one more naughty peek at her breasts. The poor boy thought he was being so subtle, which she found both amusing and heartwarming. She’d recently shared Ted’s fascination with her breasts and his fear of female authority with his immediate supervisor Mrs. Briggs, the Laundry Supervisor. Mrs. Briggs agreed Ted was delightful, amusing, and clearly needed lots of mothering. And with that body, she thought, he’d be an absolute joy in bed. Mrs. Briggs would have loved to meet his mother to compliment her on the wonderful job she’d done raising her son and teaching him his place in the world. Both women thought Ted Bell was an incredibly handsome young man. But inside that gorgeous young man’s body they saw a little boy struggling to come out. Harriet bet Mrs. Briggs Ted kept a cache of busty girl magazines in his apartment. All the more reason, she said to coax out that little boy and put him straight to bed - her bed. Mrs. Briggs laughed and clapped her hands when Harriet said his magazine stash would be the first thing she took from him. Harriet timed her glance at Ted to catch him staring boldly down her blouse. She ignored the crimson blush spreading over his cheeks and said, “Did you have to shovel your truck out this morning?” “O-Oh, y-yes, Ma’am,” he said, clearing his throat. “I park on the street and got plowed in. I was out there at five thirty.” “And you still punched in on time?” “Yes, Ma’am. I’m grateful you hired me. I’m not going to be late. I won’t let you down coming in late.” “I appreciate that, Ted...” She caught herself. Migod, I almost called him Teddy. “By the way, I have a garage for my car, but guess who shoveled out my driveway this morning?” “Ma’am, if you ever need your drive shoveled…” “Thank you, Ted. Teddy. I wonder if that’s what his mother called him? I appreciate your offer. But it would violate hotel policy.” Still standing over him, Harriet looked down at herself. “Oh my, just look at me. I’m a mess after that shoveling.” As if he weren’t there, she smoothed her skirt over her hips and thighs and then unbuttoned her quilted vest. As she opened the vest, her breasts settled like swollen fruit at her belted waist. Still ignoring him, she meticulously adjusted her blouse over the billowing expanse of her breasts. She knew her nipples were hard and erect and showing through her blouse. She could feel their tingling, like an electric current flowing through them. I can hardly wait for him to suckle. She took her time pulling the quilted vest together and buttoning the taut fabric over her breasts. Somewhat like a bra, as she closed the vest, it lifted and compressed her quivering breasts into a great rounded bosom, whose cleavage rose above the open vee of her blouse. Poor Teddy. He was in heaven. His eyes were saucer-sized. Unlike her ex-husband, Teddy was a true tits man. She set her hands on her hips and looked down at him. “Mrs. Briggs tells me you’re doing a fine job in the laundry. She says you’re very good at what you do. And I’m sure you’ll keep it up. Now what brings you to my office - is it something you didn’t want to share with Mrs. Briggs?” Looking up at her, desperately trying not look at her straining vest, Ted turned scarlet. He was so nervous he rubbed his palms nervously on his jeans and spoke in a stammer. “W-Well,…i-it’s Frances…she…” Harriet felt a shiver and the hair rose on the nape of her neck. Frances -That little tart! She should have known that girl would try something. “Please try to relax, Ted. I want you to take a deep breath and then you’re going to tell me everything.” She positioned herself directly over him, intentionally letting her breasts come within inches of his face, which captivated and subdued him. The awareness of the sexual power she held over him made her euphoric. It might be a cold snowy morning, she thought, but inside her furnace roared. Frances was simply an annoyance – something to be dealt with. She was making headway in subjugating Ted and it felt good. She wished her daughters could be here like flies on the wall to watch her in action. They could learn from this. “Now, tell me about Frances. What’s she been up to?” “Ma’am, sh-she… tried to get me…she was kissing me and trying to…to open my pants-” “How dare she!” Harriet’s eyes slowly changed from gray to ebony. Her mouth pursed into a thin line. “Tell me exactly what happened and don’t leave out a thing.” “Well,…yesterday, I was loading the extractor and Frances…she came up behind me and put her hand on my butt. Scared the heck out of me! I didn’t know she was there.” “What did she do then?” “She put her hand on my…” “Penis?” Ted gulped and nodded. “And then?” “She asked me to move some boxes.” “To where?” “The linen locker…” “And you went with her?” “Yes.” “And then what happened? “When we were inside the locker, she grabbed me… and opened my jeans….she got a hold of…my…co…penis. And then this lady came by. So Frances stopped, but she said she’d be back again.” “I see,” Harriet said, looking down at Ted with coal-black eyes. She laid her hand gently on the muscled mass of his shoulder. “I don’t want you to worry. You’re not at fault. I’ll speak to Frances and Mrs. Briggs.” Clearly relieved, Ted looked up at her and smiled awkwardly. Before he could get to his feet, Harriet suddenly leaned into him while she reached for a folder on her desk behind him. For a fleeting moment, the soft pillowy fullness of her breasts brushed across his face. She felt him move ever so slightly into her bosom. When she straightened up, Ted was beet red and clearly excited. “Ted Bell, did you just do what I think you did?” “I-I’m sorry, Ma’am. I really didn’t mean to.” Harriet studied him with pursed lips. “Hmmm. I’m not so sure. When I reached behind you I swear you took deliberate advantage of me. Judging by your expression, I suspect you liked it.” She shook her finger at him. “Shame on you, you are a very naughty boy.” Ted turned scarlet and swallowed hard. He lowered his gaze to his shoes. Harriet paused for effect then spoke ever so softly. “You like them don’t you.” Ted kept his gaze diverted. He spoke in a whisper. “Will I be fired if I tell you …the truth, Ma’am?” “You must always tell me the truth.” “W-Well, Ma’am,…honestly…I liked it…a lot.” Harriet patted his cheek. “I thought as much. Now run along to the laundry. Mrs. Briggs will be looking for you. It’s Monday. She’ll have a ton of bedding to wash. In the meantime, I’ll see to Miss Frances.” Looking at Harriet as if she were the Queen of England sitting on her throne, Ted awkwardly backed out of her office. In spite of Frances’ annoying indiscretion, Harriet decided it really wasn’t a bad way to start the day. It was bound to happen with Frances or another girl and now she could address it and squelch it. She picked up the phone and advised Mrs. Briggs that Ted (her Teddy now) was on his way down to the laundry. She told Mrs. Briggs about Frances and asked her to send Frances to her office.
While waiting for Frances to come up, Harriet considered her alternatives. Frances was a cute little thing with a fulsome shape. Scarcely five feet tall, her starched gray cotton uniforms fit too snugly over her ample bottom and plump breasts. She was quite the little mink and crotch grabber. But she was also a reliable and hard worker and Harriet didn’t want to lose her. It occurred to Harriet there was a way to turn this scenario into a win-win situation. The young stud bellman Jake Howell clearly had the hots for Frances. If she handled this right, she could deflect Frances’ lust, keep her in the laundry, and protect her boy Teddy. Frances knocked and entered Harriet’s office with a look that said she knew exactly why she’d been summoned to her Manager’s office. Frances was certain she was about to be fired. When Harriet ordered Frances to take a seat beside her desk and she saw Harriet’s coal black eyes, her bravado melted into apprehension as she took her seat. “I-I’m sorry, Ms. S. Truly sorry.” she whispered. “Young lady, you’re way beyond sorry. This time you’ve outdone yourself! And I had high expectations for you. Did you think you could keep your antics with Ted Bell a secret? That boy knows nothing about girls. You took advantage of his innocence and you frightened the daylights out of him. You ought to be ashamed of yourself!” “Ms. S.-” “Wait until I’m finished. I know you’ve been trying to seduce Ted. I don’t need him to tell me that. It’s painfully obvious. I could fire you, Frances McGee, but you’ve been a good worker and I want to keep you. Honestly, I’ve a good mind to call your mother and then take you straight over my knee and give you a damn good spanking!” Struck dumb by Harriet’s stern demeanor, Frances turned pale and squirmed in her chair. She’d heard that Ms. S. and Mrs. Briggs had spanked girls rather than fire them. She was nearly certain Ms. S. meant to spank her, too, and the whole hotel would hear it or they’d all soon know of it. “P-Please don’t s-spank me. I know…I know I deserve it. And p-please don’t call my mom…I still live at home…If she finds out, she’ll get out her old hairbrush and I won’t sit for a week.” “Well, I’m pleased to hear your mom maintains the upper hand in her home. I’m not going to call her. And you’re not going over my knee, at least not yet. We’ll just see how you behave, Frances.” “Are you going to…fire me?” “That depends on you, though something tells me I should regardless.” Frances’ color began to come back. “Thank you, Ms. S. It won’t ever happen again. I promise!” “I’ll remember you said that, Frances.” Harriet said primly, folding her hands together on her desk. “Perhaps you and I can strike a bargain. That bellman Jake Howell has the hots for you. He wants you badly and he’s much closer to your age than Ted. Jake if you hadn’t noticed is a total stud muffin.” “I-I don’t understand…” “After you punch out and the laundry crew has gone home, you and Jake can use that empty store room in the back of the laundry. Stack a couple of mattresses in there. Keep the room clean and locked. Mrs. Briggs and I will look the other way and you can keep your job.” Frances blew out her breath. “Omigod, Ms. S., for a second I thought sure you were going to spank me - and then fire me. Thanks! Honestly, I was just teasing Ted. He’s s-o-o-o incredibly innocent and naïve. I wanted Jake all along, but I didn’t think he was interested in me. You’re in with everyone. Can you say something to Jake to kind of help him along?” Harriet smiled. (Mission accomplished.) “Of course. Just be discreet, Frances, and don't forget your promise. There will not be a second chance.” When Harriet stood up from her desk, Frances came around the desk and gave Harriet a fierce hug. “Thanks, Ms. S. You’re s-o-o like my mom. We’ll be really really careful.” Harriet smiled. Frances didn’t know it, but this wouldn’t be the first time that room had been used for something other than storage.
When Harriet got home that night, she was in a relaxed and festive holiday mood. She changed into jeans, warm slippers, and an old sweatshirt and played a Manheim Steam Roller Christmas CD while she fixed herself supper. After doing the dishes, she went down to the basement and brought up her Christmas tree with its dangling lights and boxes of decorations. She set the tree in the living room bay window, decorated it, and put up decorations around the fireplace and the other downstairs rooms. She hung a large wreath with a bright red bow on her front door. After she was done decorating, she called her daughters Bonnie and Ellie and asked them to meet her for dinner Friday night at the Silver Dollar Grill. She had something she wanted to share with them and it couldn’t wait until after the holidays. Both girls readily agreed. Their mother was strong-willed and followed her conscience in most matters, but she always talked to her girls before she made a serious decision. They sensed this was serious and they couldn’t wait to find out what it was.
- Continued in Part Two -
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