Amber

Chapter 1

 ... well, the mansion is enormous. Countryside surrounds it as to look like a painting. It is no doubt the house of a very rich family. And indeed, this family is one of the wealthiest in the state. Besides their steel factories, they own lands and companies (and it needs no mentioning that they are l-o-a-d-e-d... think I made the point).

I am a servant at their mansion. One of many... there are servants almost for everything here. Fortunately, I am not one of the hard-workers: I am one of amber's personal servants. Amber is their only daughter. At the age of 16 she is 1.70, has a very nice body, not too thin, and her hair is short and light brown. She has brown, clever eyes, and she could have been quite adorable, if it wasn't for her personality... amber is very spoiled (as expected from the single daughter of billionaires) and it seems to me that what she likes most is tormenting and humiliating others. She loves to give orders to the family's servants, only to check afterwards that her order is fulfilled to her complete satisfaction, and woe to the servants that won't do... she certainly feels in charge, but what can you do to the daughter of the wealthiest and most powerful family? Want the answer? Simply bow and do as she commands.

This morning I was alarmed by a loud scream, and hurried to lady Amber's room. Her father went on a business trip that will last till next week, so Amber is alone in the house.. with all the servants of course, and I had a feeling that trouble will find their way here.

Amber stood wearing a towel around her, wet and angry. Kneeling on the floor in front of her was Robert, one of her personal servants, a man 50 years old or so. She was looking at him angrily and shivering from cold, as I reached the open door and asked her "what is the matter, lady Amber?" she looked at me, and pointing down at Robert, she said "that man tried to sneak in while I was having a shower!"

Robert, from his place on the floor, gathered breath (god knows from where..) and said in a low, trembling voice "but... your highness lady amb-..".. he couldn't finish the sentence as amber shouted at him "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" still with the towel around her.. the poor servant almost sank into the floor merely by her shout, and lowered his eyes so they won't meet Amber's. I didn't know what to do, but after two minutes she said to me, still staring at the servant in front of her: " take that man to the entrance hall and wait for me there with him. Do not dare not to be there in ten minutes." That was enough for me to grab Robert's arm and hurry downstairs, leaving Amber in her room. I heard the door closing behind us and wondered what is to come next...

After about half an hour, Amber appeared on the stairs, coming down to us. She was dressed to the daily morning ride on her horse, and well, she looked very nice in that outfit... She wore a white, sleeveless turtleneck shirt, tight beige breeches, and a pair of black, shiny riding boots, reaching her knees. She wore black leather gloves, and held a riding helmet in her left hand. In her right hand she held a 3 feet long black leather riding-crop. She went down the stairs very slowly, staring at Robert who stood next to me, and she was giggling in a low voice. She stood in front of him, and said to me: "You, go to the door and wait there." I did as she said but I could still see Robert and her in the middle of the entrance hall. No other servant was around, probably all outside doing their chores.

Amber turned serious, put her helmet down on one of the armchairs, and looked at Robert. The old servant didn't dare to look her in the eyes and so he stared to a point above her head. She grabbed the tip of the riding-crop with her left hand, and started thumping it lightly on her gloved palm, as though she was testing the crop's stiffness. She walked about around till she was behind him, looking at him, while he stayed in his position, with his head staring at the wall.

The old servant somewhat straightened, but that didn't appear to be good enough for that royal teenage brat, as she flogged him with her crop, right on the lower part of his butt.

"Stand straight, jerk" she repeated firmly.

The blow must have hurt, for he stiffened, tilted his head even higher, straightened as a candle, but I could see that he trembles slightly.

Amber continued to walk until she was in front of him again. She looked at his face, but his eyes were somewhere over her. Even though he made an effort to be tall and stiff as a ruler, they were the same height (maybe those boots..).

"What you did today was a real stupid thing, even for an idiot hog like you.", she said loudly but playfully, with the tone of a strict school-teacher, all this time thumping her palm with the riding-crop. "Have you got something to say, pig??"

The poor man blushed, and couldn't let a single tone out. All he could do was to let out a weak "n..n..no" that sounded more like a tweet, which made the girl giggle.

"What was that, butt-face?" she asked smilingly, raising her eyebrows in a mocking wonder expression.

"n.. no." he managed to let out in a shaking voice.

"Good.", she said, and leaning an inch toward him, whispered: "it wouldn't save your fat ass even if you had something to say." That remark made him blush even more. I started to blush myself, facing the weird view: a 50 years old servant standing straight in a way that wouldn't embarrass a sergeant, and pacing slowly around him, measuring him mockingly, is a spoiled 16 years old girl, dressed in an equestrian outfit and holding a riding-crop.

Suddenly she giggled again. I wondered what to expect now. She began to pace again around him, and when she was behind him, she took her left glove out and quietly pulled a diamond ring from her finger. She then wore the glove back, and dropped the ring on the floor. Barely holding her laughter, she kept pacing till she was now in front of him, then she said in a mocking polite tone, that of a girl asking you if you've seen her lost puppy:

"I dropped my ring on the floor behind you. Would you pick it up for me?.."

He managed to say "yes your highness" and turned around to look for it. As he bent over to search the floor, his ass protruded towards her. She then took the riding-crop and in a quick stabbing movement stuck its tip directly in his rectum. The old man let out a surprised scream, in a high female-like voice, stumbled forward and fell on his face. Amber burst in laughter to the sight of him, as he turned around to show a still surprised expression and a bleeding nose.

"God, you are SO pathetic.." Amber laughed. "Gee, I wonder if you've had that feeling before..." and another hysterical laughter sprung from her as she was amused by her own joke.

"Can I have my ring back now, sir?" she asked in that same mockingly polite tone, with a matching expression. He handed her the ring, and she put it on her gloved middle finger.

"Good day, my sucker servant!" she cried cheerfully while giving him "the finger". I must admit that with rich leather glove and an 80,000$ ring, that gesture is even more humiliating...

Amber took her helmet and came to the main entrance door, where I stood, pretending I didn't see and hear what was just going on at the hall. As she walked towards me, she wore her equestrian helmet. She looked very nice and cute, and I wouldn't say she was that annoying if I saw her on the street...

I opened the door and she kept walking to the stable.

The day went on pretty quietly, judging by the morning we had. After she talked on the phone with her daddy, in which he probably asked her if she's well ("yeah, daddy, everything's fine") and if the servants are giving her troubles ("oh, no daddy, nothing I can't handle myself"), she invited her friend Zoe to sleep over. It was around 6 p.m. when we heard a limousine driving outside the mansion. I looked through the window down to the yard, and from the fancy silver car, through the door opened by a uniformed servant, went out a beautiful young girl. The limousine drove off and I heard the main door open, and then laughter and chatting of the two rich teenage girls.

They both went up and as they passed by me I said "good evening, lady Zoe". They turned toward me in surprise, looked at each other and let out a mocking giggle... they continued to Amber's room, as for the millionth time the teenager who I serve let me feel like air....

Zoe was very pretty, with blonde hair and blue eyes, slightly taller than Amber. She came dressed with a black lycra mini skirt and a purple spandex bra, and wore a white woolen jacket. One of the servants immediately took her yellow vinyl bag to Amber's room.

After an hour or so, the soft gong was heard throughout the large house. It meant that all the housekeeping servants, including me and Robert, should arrive within thirty seconds to the main guests-hall. No one dared not to make that deadline, for we all knew what is the punishment for that. Until four years ago, a special servant flogged whoever dared to be late. But since she was 12, Amber insisted on doing this herself, so the spanking servant was disposed of, and ever since Amber has the pleasure of punishing servants in the house.

We were all there in time, standing in line, waiting for whatever is about to happen.

After about ten minutes of standing stiff and straight (which is a tiring task), the two girls came in the hall. They observed us, whispering to each other and giggling, sometimes even pointing over to one of us.

They came close to us, and Zoe sat down on a comfortable velvet armchair in front of us. Amber started pacing in front of the line, looking at each servant's face. Of course we didn't dare to look at hers...

"Servants," started Amber, in a voice full of authority "my friend lady Zoe will be my guest in the house for three days, during which you will serve her like you serve me. Make no mistakes, for the servant who will fail to do so will be punished severely, and not by my father; I will personally see to that he suffers. Understood?"

"Yes, your highness!" we all shouted.

"Good." She smiled to Zoe, who smiled back at her, and said: "the Lady Zoe will now choose a servant to be her personal servant during her staying here." She sat down on a matching armchair next to Zoe, and smiled.

Zoe looked at us slowly, paying each of us a minute of thought. She then took her jacket off and sat more comfortably. She giggled to Amber and pointed at Robert.

Amber laughed. "Very well sis.. YOU!" she said loudly to Robert.

"Yes, your highness?" Robert asked tremblingly.

"Come over here" Amber stated.

Robert walked to face the two armchairs. We stood about 4 yards behind him, and he was now in front of the two girls, about 2 yards from their seats. He stood stiff and stared at the wall above the girls' heads.

"Strip." Said Amber.

"My lady?.." Robert asked surprisingly and looked at her.. Amber didn't move a muscle. She simply stared back at him, breathed calmly and said: "You will pay for that later, dufus. Right now you will take off your clothes, all but the undies, and you will do as lady Zoe tells you. Now, if you don't understand what I say, even though I speak so that every butt-headed 5 year old ass-hole can understand, I can bring my riding-crop and tutor you. Got that sucker?" and she smiled to him. He blushed and stiffened his standing "yes your highness!" he said firmly.

"Good", said Amber. "Now get on with it".

The old servant took off his clothes, to stay with big striped white briefs and a pair of black short socks. Amber and Zoe were extremely amused by the scene, for all the time they kept whispering and giggling to each other, pointing at different parts of his body. He stood there, almost naked, and tried to do so as uptight as before, but his exposed belly and buttox denied it of him. Having no choice, he stood taut and uptight as he could. We all looked at him and tried to remain silent....

For about twenty minutes the two girls measured him with their eyes, whispering to each other. Them Zoe stood up and paced towards him. She was about two inches taller than him even when at his best. She paced around him, measuring his feeble scrotum in the briefs, his big, protruding ass, and his pale belly. He couldn't not staring at her perfect, tanned body in a skirt and the spandex bra. Smiling, she said to him "okay fat-boy, now for the last and most important test. Stand still". She took her hand two feet backwards, gathering momentum, and then, sharply, slapped him in his face. The slap was so intense that Robert's face were shot backwards and the slap's sound echoed in the hall. The servant was red like a tomato, and started to tremble, but then Zoe said firmly and slowly "STAND STILL". He did as she said, while she tried the match between her palm and his cheek, which was hot and red. About five times she slapped him, until she was satisfied.

"I'll have him" she said cheerfully to Amber. Amber smiled, and then shouted. "All servants dismissed, I want you in your chambers, standing uptight, all in nothing but their undies and socks, like our little fat-ass here, in one hour. GO!"

we all ran. Needless to say, Amber had her impression on us..... also, I was afraid of leaving robert alone here with the two teenagers, but it's not like I had a choice....

At the proper hour, we all stood up waiting for her. No one dared to sit down in fear she will come just in time to catch him. We were all naked but our briefs and socks, as ordered, and with hands behind our backs.

They appeared about 15 minutes after that time, both dressed in a matching equestrian outfit. Amber wore an outfit like this morning's. Zoe was dressed in white breeches, white shirt and deep blue fancy riding-jacket over. Two shiny riding boots on her feet, and the helmet on her head. She wore white gloves, and held a brown riding-crop with metal tip.

TO BE CONTINUED