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knock sounded at the door.
    ‘Hang on, I’m not decent!’
    ‘It’s only me,’ Mr Hegedus answered, his voice unmistakable.
    That was what I’d been worried about, and although he’d seen everything already there’s a big difference between having Melody show me off over the knee, and being caught masturbating by Mr Hegedus. There was something about him that made his attention particularly intrusive. I was blushing furiously as I dug my bathrobe out of my case and struggled into it, and he must have noticed me doing this when he opened the door.
    ‘I’m sorry,’ I explained. ‘I was having a shower. Did you want me at the hotel?’
    ‘Not yet, no. But is your uniform good? Does it fit?’
    ‘I haven’t tried it on yet. I expect you want me to wear a decent one this evening?’
    ‘Oh, of course. Yes. The other is for special occasions.’
    ‘I’d guessed that. Um ... well, I’ll be down later, OK, about six?’
    He was angling to be invited in, but he’d caught me off guard, leaving me unsettled. I was fairly sure he’d peeped in at the window too, which made me feel he’d taken advantage. When he saw I wasn’t letting him in he drew back, but hesitated, throwing a guilty glance back along the walkway before he spoke again, his voice now wheedling. ‘Maybe baby needs a hot botty? I think she does, yes?’
    I shut the door on him without bothering to answer. Another man I might have let in, and it wasn’t because he was older or ugly. I’ve always preferred older men. A father figure I suppose you could say, and my need had grown stronger since Dad had taken up with Danielle. Mr Hegedus wouldn’t do. He was too weak, and odd. The way he spoke to me when he wanted to get dirty was weird, and humiliating, as if I didn’t know my own mind but could be tricked into thinking I deserved spanking. Part of me wanted to do it, to let him make me feel small and stupid while I lay over his knee, with him gloating over his victory and perving over my bum. I knew he wouldn’t just spank me. He’d play with my cheeks, and if I stayed down he’d start taking liberties, maybe tickling my bumhole, maybe fingering me, maybe rubbing me off for the dirty thrill of having me come under his fat, pasty fingers ...
    No. I was in control and I wasn’t going to surrender to him. I was going to get him back for the way he’d made me feel. He was still outside, I was sure of it, so I shut the curtain of the window by the door, then the ones on the other side, where the window looked out among trees and over a field, leaving just a crack. That way he could peep at me without risking being seen from the hotel, and I was sure he would.
    It felt great. As I dropped my robe to go nude once more a shiver of pleasure ran through me, for being naughty, and because it felt a little dangerous too. I was teasing him, on purpose, and it was sure to get him horny. He’d be resentful as well as excited, and want to punish me and fuck me too, maybe bent down over my bed with his cock in me from behind while he slapped my cheeks and told me off for being a dirty little tease.
    I was sure he didn’t have the guts, but it was lovely to think about it while I made a big show of towelling myself down, deliberately paying a lot of attention to my tits and pussy, even holding my cheeks open to dab between and make sure he got a peep at my bumhole. He was out there for certain, his shadow visible through the curtain, but I feigned innocence, quite sure he’d be getting off thinking I didn’t want him to see me, just as much as he’d be getting off over my body.
    There was talc in my bag, and I made a point of bending down to get it out, with my bum stuck out at his window. A tall, thin mirror decorated the wall opposite my bed and I went to stand in front of it to put the talc on, doing under my arms and breasts, my neck and tummy, sticking my hips out to powder my pussy, and then extending my bottom to do between my cheeks. I could just