Charmaine, the Naked Maid by Pavka? === Chapter 9 === The Visit (Saturday) As Charmaine entered the kitchen, she couldn't help but notice the warmth emanating from the large stove. Her constant state of nudity was something she could not get herself accustomed to, although she made an effort to appear unaffected. Steeling herself, she approached the cook, hoping that Mrs. Atkinson would not be too harsh on her today. Preparing the food, and then serving it to the other household members in the nude still felt grossly indecent, but Charmaine had learned to block out most of her embarrassment while focusing on her tasks. The servants pretended that nothing was amiss, even as they greatly enjoyed her predicament. "In which rooms shall we put Mr. Eden and his house guest, I wonder," said a chambermaid, jolting Charmaine out of her reverie. She realized she had been sitting there, staring blankly into space, for a few moments. Blushing, she hastily returned to her breakfast. A wave of unease washed over Charmaine. Mr. Eden, whoever he was, and his friend would surely contrive to expose her further. So far, it was only her fellow servants that had seen her naked, and the butler's two terrible friends. Her cheeks flushed again, but she remained silent, listening intently. She took a deep breath, knowing that her exposure would be even greater once Mr. Eden and his friend arrived. The thought filled her with dread, but she also knew that she needed to maintain her composure. "He is Sir Richard's nephew, so I suppose we have to give them the two best rooms," the chambermaid continued. "The green bedroom for Mr. Eden and the gold parlor for his friend then." Even though she had been extremely helpful, Marianne the chambermaid had, as most of the other servants, gradually got into the spirit of devising new awkward situations for Charmaine as a way of communal entertainment. "You can help me prepare the rooms after breakfast, Charmaine," she continued. "Mr. Paine said you need more practice with tasks outside of the kitchen." Charmaine bit her lip, trying to hide her anxiety. After breakfast, she followed Marianne into the master's wing and the first of the guest rooms. As they set about preparing the rooms, Charmaine could not help but feel increasingly uncomfortable. Her heart hammered in her chest, and her palms were sweaty. She knew that Mr. Eden and his friend would soon arrive, and the thought filled her with dread. Marianne was not helping either, constantly demanding that Charmaine cleaned this or picked up that, making her constantly bend or even crawl under beds in positions exposing her nudity from all sort of new angles. Charmaine wanted to cry. The pressure was getting to her. What if the guests came earlier and saw her? Her thoughts began to spiral out of control, as she tried her best to focus on the task at hand. She was perched high on a stool, diligently wiping dust off the end of a curtain rod in the gold parlor, holding a wet cloth with Marianne below her holding up a small bucket of water, openly staring between Charmaine's legs. A knock at the door startled her, causing her to lose her balance. She teetered precariously on the stool before regaining her footing. Her face red with embarrassment, she glared at the door. Marianne, without missing a beat, answered it, leaving Charmaine waiting high up on the stool. It was another chambermaid, who turned her back back to the room and called into the corridor: "Yes, Mr. Paine, they are both in the green room." Soon enough, the butler himself walked in. Mr. Paine observed Charmaine's situation with delight and, with a smirk, ordered her to continue with her task. "That will teach you to stand on such a high place, young lady," he remarked. "You shouldn't be afraid of heights, right?," added Mr. Paine, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Blushing furiously, Charmaine attempted to compose herself, continuing her work. She desperately wished she could escape the humiliation, but Mr. Paine's presence made any attempts futile. He, too, unashamedly stared between her legs as she stretched up to reach the end of the rod. When she came down and moved the stool to reach the other part of the rod, she had to turn her back to him and felt his gaze burning into her bottom, which - even though she could not see him - she was sure he was inspecting as intently. The room was hot, and she felt the perspiration trickle down her spine, which only served to amplify her embarrassment. This was exactly how Mr. Paine wanted it to be. He loved watching Charmaine squirm, and he enjoyed using his power to make her life miserable. When she was done, she turned to hand the cloth to Marianne and discovered that she could not climb down from the stool, as the butler had now stepped right next to it, blocking her way down. Staring directly at her slit again, he gave her the news she most feared. "Mr. Eden and his friend will be arriving within the hour. You have shown yourself competent enough to work in the master's wing of the manor, so you will be meeting them and showcasing your abilities to serve them." Her heart plummeted to her feet. The very thought of Mr. Eden and his friend seeing her in this state sent shivers down her spine. With trembling hands, she tried to adjust her position, covering herself as much as possible. The other maids watched her, both grinning with amusement. "But... but...," stammered Charmaine, "I am naked. They will see me like this." Then, with an afterthought, she added, "Sir?" "Yes, I know you are naked. I am sure they will have no problem with this fact, girl. And, speaking for the household, neither do I." Mr. Paine replied with a sinister smile. Charmaine stood before him, tears welling in her eyes. It was not just shame and embarrassment that caused them, but also a profound fear. If Mr. Eden and his friend saw her like this, what might happen next? She felt utterly helpless. The other maid, however, appeared unfazed by Charmaine's distress. "Well, better you than any of us," she snorted. "We've been told to treat you as one of our own, and to ensure you become more comfortable in your role. But, it seems that we won't be needing to arrange your dress anymore, which is a small blessing. Mr. Eden and his friend will appreciate your service in whatever state you are in." Desperate and on the verge of tears, Charmaine felt trapped, with no option but to comply. She nodded weakly, knowing that her only hope was to perform her duties flawlessly. The clock ticked away mercilessly, and the time finally arrived. Mr. Eden and his friend were expected any moment. "Come with me, Charmaine," said the butler when the door bell chimed." It's time to meet the important visitors." Charmaine swallowed hard, feeling like her world was spinning. She tried to gather her courage as she hurried behind Mr. Paine, wondering what awaited her. Without giving her a moment to compose herself, the butler pulled open the door, revealing two waiting gentlemen in travel attire, with their footman standing tall next to a pile of large leather bags behind them. Mr. Eden looked the embodiment of wealth and privilege, with an air of confidence and command. His companion, however, seemed less affluent but equally intriguing in his appearance, with an aura of mystery surrounding him. Charmaine could feel her pulse racing as they gaped at the site of her luscious body completely exposed, their gazes frozen, all three men seemingly unable to speak. "This is Charmaine," said the butler. "She will be your chamber maid for the duration of your stay. Please do not mind her appearance, she is having a bit of a lesson. I hope you gentlemen are not offended by a bit of old-fashioned discipline." With a smirk, he gestured towards Charmaine, whose face burned crimson. She had not expected the butler to introduce her in such a manner, and the humiliation was almost overwhelming. Mr. Eden glanced at Charmaine, taking in her exposed form. Despite her vulnerability, there was something captivating about her innocence and beauty. He couldn't help but notice how her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, framing her curvaceous figure and soft features. The novelty of her embarrassing predicament was undeniably enticing, despite his initial shock. Meanwhile, his friend seemed even more intrigued by the unfolding scenario. "Do tell us a bit more, eh, Paine?" he asked, eyeing Charmaine curiously. Mr. Paine smiled, taking a step closer to the group. "Charmaine here is relatively new to our household. She showed herself unacceptably tardy and had to be punished for it. In the absence of Sir Richard, I was left with full responsibility for the place and decided that extreme measures were in order. I hope he will not find anything amiss in my decision when he returns the day after tomorrow." "In the meantime, she will continue her work in the state that she is." Mr. Eden chuckled slightly at Charmaine's predicament. "Well, she certainly isn't short on natural assets, that's for certain, she has nothing to be ashamed of," he mused, his eyes wandering over her exposed form once more. "However, do you think she'd be willing to do a bit more than her regular chores?," the mystery friend interjected. Mr. Eden raised an eyebrow at his friend's suggestion, intrigued by the prospect. "And what do you have in mind?" he asked cautiously. "Oh, nothing too risqué," his friend replied with a mischievous smile. "Just an opportunity for Charmaine to explore her skills beyond the usual housekeeping tasks. After all, she's quite an attractive girl, and we should take advantage of such opportunities while they present themselves." Mr. Paine considered the question, weighing the possibilities. He knew that Charmaine's vulnerable state made her susceptible to manipulation, and the chance to exploit her naivety and beauty held undeniable appeal. Yet, he didn't want to upset the delicate balance of authority within the household. "Perhaps, Miss Charmaine would be more inclined to indulge your curiosity if it wasn't too risky," he proposed diplomatically. Charmaine's face flushed with confusion and anxiety. She did not understand what these wealthy gentlemen's suddenly express interest in her would entail. As her mind raced with questions, the butler offered to assist in clearing up any misunderstandings. "My dear Miss Charmaine, there's no need to worry," he assured her with a tone of insincerity. "Your duties will remain confined to your responsibilities as a housemaid. The gentlemen simply wish to engage in a harmless experiment involving your talents, nothing more, I am sure." "Go ahead, Charmaine," the butler instructed, maintaining his facade of calm. "Show our guests around the estate and make sure they are comfortable. I trust you to demonstrate your worth." Charmaine's heart raced as she attempted to compose herself. "Yes, sir," she answered hesitantly, trying to appear confident despite her anxiety. Her mind raced with questions about what exactly was expected of her, but she resolved to follow the butler's orders and try her best to impress Mr. Eden and his friend. As Charmaine led the distinguished visitors through the grand halls, she found herself increasingly aware of the curious gaze of Mr. Eden, which seemed riveted to the lower part of her backside. Despite her growing discomfort, Charmaine continued to lead them through the estate, pointing out various rooms and describing what each room's purpose was. Mr. Eden and his friend listened with apparent fascination, observing Charmaine's every movement and gesture. As they entered the library, Charmaine noticed that the butler had followed them, remaining close enough to keep an eye on everything. This heightened her sense of unease, but she kept her composure, focusing on answering their questions and performing her duties as requested. "Show the gentlemen to their rooms, Charmaine", Mr. Paine said, "and arrange their luggage." Charmaine obeyed, leading the gentlemen to their respective rooms. Mr. Eden studied Charmaine intently, admiring her graceful movements and the gentle sway of her hips. He couldn't help but fantasize about exploring her curves further. His friend, meanwhile, appeared transfixed by her innocent nature and the thought of experiencing her true innocence firsthand. She was happy to have a moment's respite when she turned her back to them and walked down the corridor towards the entrance, there to collect their luggage. Their footman was, she discovered, still there - no doubt hoping to get another view of her. His hope was rewarded when she walked out of the house and into the front yard. Basking in the sunlight, she bent down to pick up the luggage, allowing him a perfect view of her exposed hanging breasts. One by one, Charmaine carefully collected the heavy bags, arranging them neatly beside the door. "There is more," the footman helpfully added. "On the roof of the carriage". She looked in frustration at the enormously tall carriage. Sure enough, some packages were strapped to its roof. "How can I get them down?," she asked, fully aware that there was no point asking him to take the luggage down himself. He did not look like a man who would miss a chance of seeing her struggle in the undoubtedly indecent positions she would need to assume to accomplish the task. "I can help you," the footman offered eagerly. He grinned, eager to watch Charmaine struggle. The footman stepped aside, making way for her. With a deep breath, Charmaine approached the carriage. Her hands shook nervously as she grabbed hold of the edge, lifting herself onto the steps of the carriage. She tried to reach the packages, but of course was not tall enough to get a good grip on them and haul them down. "You got to untie them first," the footman explained helpfully. "And you need to reach much higher. You'll need to step on the wheel." The footman's voice was thick with anticipation. It was clear he was looking forward to watching Charmaine struggle and expose herself further. She knew why - she had seen how the footmen do it. She put her left foot on the top of the carriage wheel, and raised her right foot to a small metal bracket on the wall of the carriage. Her left leg was now stretched to the left, her right foot high above on the right, and the footman was directly below staring between her legs. "Hold onto the edge, Charmaine," the footman directed, clearly enjoying the view. "Pull yourself up higher." As she hoisted herself upwards, the footman watched hungrily, clearly relishing the sight. She could feel her face burning with shame and anger, her pulse quickening as she struggled to maintain her balance. Finally, she managed to reach the packages, her arms aching from the effort. Slowly, she untied the ropes holding them in place. As she worked, she could hear the footman's steady breathing below her, feeling his gaze upon her as she balanced precariously on the carriage. Charmaine felt violated, as she had not felt the day before when she was in the same position with James. She passed a package to the footman and slowly climbed down, careful not to give him any indication that she needed his help. The thought of his hands on her felt repulsive. The naked maid now had to repeat the operation on the other side of the carriage, a process that was no less humiliating for her than the first one. The footman, unable to resist the temptation, lingered behind her, feasting his eyes on her nudity with an insatiable appetite. When all the packages were safely removed from the carriage, the footman offered to assist her in carrying them into the house. Charmaine, unwilling to risk further exposure, politely declined his offer, stating that she could manage it herself. With shaking hands, she gathered the packages and carried them inside. She sighed a huge sigh of relief when she finally closed the front door in his leering face. === Chapter 9 === Formal Dinner (Saturday Night) One by one, the naked Charmaine carried the heavy bags through the corridors and up the stairs. Young Mr. Eden and his friend were sitting in plush chairs in the green guestroom, smoking and observing her movements in delight. Mr. Eden took a puff of his cigar, then blew out smoke rings, watching them dissipate lazily in the air. His eyes rested on Charmaine, appreciating her lithe body. "Amazing, isn't she?" he remarked to his friend. His friend nodded in agreement, taking another drag from his cigar. "Indeed, my dear fellow. And just imagine how enjoyable it must be for her to serve us completely naked! I wonder if she ever imagined serving gentlemen such as us in this state." "I wouldn't think so," his friend replied, his eyes glinting with excitement. "But now, she seems to have embraced her role quite well, considering the circumstances." Trying not to think of their remarks, Charmaine continued working until she brought the final bag upstairs. She was not left wondering what do next, when Mr. Eden casually said, "you can unpack my bags first, Charmaine, and then you can do Henry's". He smiled indulgently, knowing full well that his request was not merely a suggestion. Charmaine took a deep breath and began unpacking his bags. The room was filled with the sounds of clothes being carefully folded, shoes being neatly arranged, and items being meticulously placed into drawers. Charmaine was doing her best to ensure that she performed her task efficiently, hoping to minimize the time spent in their presence in her vulnerable state. As she went about her work, Mr. Eden watched with interest, observing her movements and facial expressions. He noticed the slight flush in her cheeks, evidence of her discomfort at the relentless scrutiny of her nudity by these two well-dressed men. As Charmaine finished unpacking Mr. Eden's bags, she turned her attention to his friend's belongings. The two young gentlemen followed the naked Charmaine into the next room, where Henry's bags waited. As she proceeded to unpack his things, Charmaine couldn't help but notice the growing intensity in the room. Both Mr. Eden and his friend seemed more fascinated by her every move, watching her carefully, as if trying to learn every aspect of her routine. Despite her efforts to remain focused on her tasks, their scrutiny only increased her anxiety and sense of helplessness. It was clear they enjoyed having Charmaine perform her chores in the nude. Young Mr. Eden and his friend continued to observe her movements, their eyes never leaving her as she unpacked the last of the bags. Mr. Eden spoke softly, "This is quite amusing, don't you agree? I wonder how long we should continue allowing her to serve us like this." His friend chuckled, "I say we let her carry on for now. It certainly makes our stay here much more entertaining!" Charmaine blushed, feeling exposed and powerless. She hastily fled the room when she was done unpacking. However, the butler sought her out in the kitchen shortly afterward. "There you are, Charmaine," he scolded, his voice booming throughout the entire space. "You know better than to leave your duties unfinished. Did you forget that dinner needs to be served to the gentlemen?" Her heart raced as she hurried back to the guestroom, wondering how she would be able to face them again without the slightest hint of modesty. Upon entering the room, both Mr. Eden and his friend were seated comfortably in their chairs, smiling expectantly at her arrival. "It is time for dinner, Sirs," Charmaine announced nervously, her voice trembling slightly. She was acutely aware of her bare body and the fact that there was no way to hide it from the guests. "Dinner will be served in the small dining room." Charmaine attempted to maintain composure despite her embarrassment. She knew that the butler could have assigned the task to another maid but had purposely given her the job of serving dinner naked, ensuring that the guests would enjoy a further show. To her surprise, the butler was also present in the dining room and remained there for the entire dinner. It was clear that he wanted to witness Charmaine's performance, relishing in her humiliation. However, his presence also dampened somewhat the enthusiasm of the two guests to experiment with pushing Charmaine's limits further. He even went so far as to casually mention the expected return of Sir Richard, no doubt to remind them to behave themselves in his house. Mr. Eden had arrived to ask his uncle for the loan of a substantial amount of money, which he knew that his uncle knew he would never be able to repay. Thus, it was in his best interests to stay in Sir Richard's good books, at least until after the transaction was complete. With her head held high, Charmaine began serving the meal, attempting to ignore the ogling gaze of Mr. Eden and his friend. Her arms moved swiftly as she effortlessly balanced serving plates, pouring wine, and answering questions about the menu. Throughout the meal, the guests made several attempts to make Charmaine feel even more uncomfortable by complimenting her body or asking personal questions. Mr. Eden was particularly insistent, enjoying the opportunity to tease her. As she served them dessert, Charmaine felt her confidence faltering under their unwelcome attentions. Yet, she refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her break down. Instead, she focused on completing her duties as quickly as possible, determined to survive this ordeal without compromising her dignity. Mr. Eden spoke teasingly, "We appreciate all your hard work, Miss Charmaine, especially considering the... unique nature of your attire tonight." His friend chimed in, laughing and adding, "Yes, indeed. How does it feel to serve us like this?" Charmaine forced herself to smile and reply graciously, "It's just an my job, sirs." As she served them dessert, Charmaine felt her confidence faltering under their unwelcome attentions. Yet, she refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her break down. Instead, she focused on completing her duties as quickly as possible, determined to survive this ordeal without compromising her dignity. Despite her determination, Charmaine could tell that her composure was wavering. She struggled to maintain eye contact with the guests, choosing instead to focus on her tasks. After serving dessert, Charmaine offered to bring tea and coffee for the gentlemen. While pouring the coffee, she heard Mr. Eden and his friend discussing their plans for later in the evening. "What shall we do tonight, Henry?" Mr. Eden asked. "Well, it depends on what Miss Charmaine has planned for the evening. Maybe we could convince her to join us for a nightcap? She could even be persuaded to tuck me into bed?" The butler had positioned himself in the room precisely in order to deflect such ideas though. "Indeed, it is late in the evening and time for bed already," he announced. "Charmaine, clear up the table and go back to your room. I want you ready for an early start tomorrow." With a sigh of relief, Charmaine collected the empty plates and cups, stacking them neatly onto the tray. She carried the tray to the kitchen, trying her best to keep her balance despite the weight. Back in the dining room, she cleared away the remaining dirty dishes, making sure the room was spotless before finally returning to her own quarters. Exhausted, Charmaine collapsed onto her bed, unable to shake off the events of the day. Her heart still racing, she replayed the day's encounters in her mind, struggling to comprehend why she had been subjected to such humiliating treatment. === Chapter 10 === The Naked Picnic (Sunday) Sunday breakfast was uneventful. Most of the staff were preparing for church service in the nearby village. The nude Charmaine, however, was the exception. She felt her heart pounding in her chest as she hurried through the morning chores. She had no idea what she could do during the day, but the question was soon answered for her when the butler entered the large kitchen. "Ah, Charmaine..," his voice was heavy with irony as his gaze explored her fully exposed body from head to toe. "I presume you do not plan to go to church today, attired as you are?" The butler's tone was taunting, knowing full well that Charmaine was trapped within the confines of the estate. Charmaine blanched at the idea and swallowed hard, her eyes wide with fear and frustration. "No, sir, I cannot attend today," she replied, trying her best to maintain her composure. "And what do you intend to do instead?" The butler raised his eyebrows in feigned curiosity, taking pleasure in tormenting her further. "I... I don't know, Sir," she stammered. "Very well then. I know that Sunday is God's given day for rest, but nevertheless there are things to be done around the house and someone needs to do them. We have the two noble guests to take care of, and given that you have no other plans for the day, you can have the job of entertaining them today. I am sure they will find this arrangement agreeable." The butler's statement left little doubt about the fate awaiting Charmaine for the remainder of the day. It seemed that the gentlemen visitors were to be entertained yet again, and she would be the centerpiece of their attentions. Charmaine bit her lip, knowing there was nothing she could do to escape her predicament. She tried to appear resigned to her fate as she listened to the butler's instructions. "We have beautiful weather today. Inform Mr. Eden and his friend that their morning tea will be served outside," he ordered with a mischievous light in his eyes. "They can enjoy the beautiful sunshine and perhaps take part in some outdoor activities later. You may need to assist them in these activities. You are already 'dressed' for the occasion." Charmaine nodded silently, feeling a mix of dread and apprehension at the thought of spending the entire day with the unscrupulous guests, in her state of permanent nudity. Nevertheless, she knew better than to protest against the butler's orders. She gathered her courage and set off towards the guests' quarters, to inform the gentlemen of the day's plans. As she approached, she could hear the muffled sounds of laughter coming from one of the rooms, and her heart thumped faster in anticipation of what might come next. Taking a deep breath, she knocked softly on the door. Mr. Eden opened the door, his eyes widening as he took in Charmaine's vulnerable state. He looked over her shoulder to where the butler stood, watching discreetly from a distance. He turned back to Charmaine with a playful grin. "Ah, Charmaine, how delightful! And quite unexpected. It seems the day’s activities are going to involve more than just tea and cakes." "Good morning, Mr. Eden, Mr. Henry. I hope you're enjoying your stay here at the manor. I wanted to let you know that your morning tea will be served outside, due to the lovely weather we're having today." "And..," she hesitated but then continued after meeting the stern gaze of the butler, "Perhaps you would both like to participate in some outdoor activities later." Mr. Eden's eyes lit up at her suggestion, as if a new idea had just occurred to him. "That's an excellent suggestion, Charmaine. How about we start with a leisurely stroll through the gardens? It's a beautiful day for it." Charmaine swallowed nervously, knowing what this meant. "Of course, Mr. Eden." "That sounds lovely. And then, we can think of what else we may do...," Mr. Eden cast a questioning look at the butler, who interpreted it correctly. "As I mentioned before, Sir Richard will not have a scandal in his household. Look any way you want, but no touching. Gentlemen." Mr. Eden agreed, his eyes alight with excitement. "Yes, yes, that sounds reasonable. Let's have breakfast now and waste no more time in chit-chat. We should certainly make the most of this glorious day." Charmaine's heart sank at the thought of spending hours in close proximity to the lecherous guests, forced to fulfill their every whim while they ogled her body. She tried to remain composed, mustering all her strength to conceal her growing anxiety. The butler smirked, satisfied with the arrangement. He watched as Charmaine led the men through the house and outside, her steps faltering with trepidation beneath her feet. As they entered the vast formal garden, the bright sunlight illuminated Charmaine's skin, causing it to glow with a warm hue. The breeze played teasingly with her hair, tousling it in ways that only added to her sense of vulnerability. The men followed closely behind, their eyes fixated on her curves. A small dining table awaited them under a tree, where they sat down to enjoy their lavish breakfast. Charmaine served them with poise, but her trembling hands betrayed her inner turmoil. The cool air that brushed against her skin was a stark contrast to the heat of the men's gazes that followed her every movement. The light breeze was a constant reminder that not only was she naked in the presence of these men, but was also out in the open, away from the familiar safety of the manor. After breakfast, the guests and their nude companion set out to explore the manor's extensive grounds. Mr. Eden continued to feast his eyes on Charmaine's forms. His thoughts drifted to the games he intended to play, fueled by the thrill of indulging in forbidden desires. His mind was filled with images of Charmaine bound in various poses, obedient to his every command. He imagined her quivering with fear and arousal, her eyes wide with shock and desire. The intensity of his fantasies increased as they ventured deeper into the garden, the rustling leaves creating a symphony of sensual whispers. Charmaine tried to dispel the tension by talking about the landscaping around the manor, pointing the various flower beds and decorative bushes as they passed them by. Her attempts were met with indifference by the guests, whose minds were far from the beauty of nature surrounding them. Their attention remained firmly fixed on Charmaine's body. Despite her efforts to distract them with stories of the manor's history, Mr. Eden and his friend were not interested in the past; they were captivated by the present. Mr. Eden's eyes danced with mischief as he contemplated the games he wished to play. A secluded meadow sparked his interest and crystalized his intentions. "It's almost lunch time," he said. "Let's have a picnic here." The meadow was lush and green, and quite secluded from the rest of the estate. Mr. Eden chose this spot deliberately, knowing that it offered a perfect setting for his intended lewd games. The grass swayed gently in the breeze, its sweet fragrance filling the air. The sun shone overhead, casting dappled shadows across the landscape. Charmaine felt her cheeks flush as she realized the guests' intentions. She could see the excitement in their eyes, a mixture of lust and anticipation. This was not going to be a simple picnic; it was going to be a perverse game of power, where Charmaine would be the prize. With her heart pounding in her chest, she felt a sudden surge of adrenaline as she understood the gravity of the situation. "Well, Charmaine, why don't you bring a picnic blanket and our lunch to our private meadow?" Mr. Eden suggested, his voice laced with deviousness. The gentlemen did not have much appetite for food though, their appetite was for something else entirely. As Charmaine brought the basket and the blanket, her heart raced even faster. The sound of birds singing in the trees echoed in her ears, creating a surreal ambiance. Her knees trembled slightly as she spread the picnic blanket upon the lush grass. Her skin was sensitive to the warmth of the sun as it caressed her body, bringing forth a gentle prickling sensation. As the guests settled themselves comfortably onto the blanket, Mr. Eden's eyes gleamed with sinister intent. "Charmaine, dear, wouldn't you prefer being dressed for such a lovely day?" he asked, his tone laced with mock innocence. "Isn't it awfully cold without clothes? Wouldn't you like to wear something warmer?" Charmaine's face flushed red with anger and humiliation. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I… I don't think so, sir. I am fine as I am," she answered hesitantly, not sure where that line of inquiry would lead. Mr. Eden's eyes narrowed, an air of challenge in his demeanor. "Are you certain, Charmaine? You like being nude?" His tone was dripping with sarcasm. "You find it quite comfortable? Then by all means, continue as you are. It's a lovely day, after all." He paused, giving Charmaine a predatory smile. "Enjoy it while you can. My friend and I certainly do not mind." Without waiting for her reply, Mr. Eden grabbed a bottle of wine from the picnic basket, opening it with ease. He poured himself a glass, taking a generous sip. "So, Charmaine, what would you say if I told you we could make this a bit more interesting?" His eyes twinkled with devilish mischief, as he reached out to pour another glass for himself. Charmaine swallowed hard, struggling to maintain her composure. "What do you mean, sir?" Mr. Eden took another sip of his wine, savoring the taste. "Oh, nothing too risqué. Just an innocent little game to add a bit of fun to our picnic." Mr. Eden chuckled, his voice thick with malice. "Something to help break the monotony of our regular routine, don't you agree, Charmaine?" Charmaine swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had to find a way to escape this situation without causing a scandal or risking her position at the manor. But her mind went blank, her thoughts tangled in confusion and fear. "But, sir... What kind of game?" She stammered, unable to meet his eyes. "Nothing overly elaborate," Mr. Eden replied casually, pouring himself another glass of wine. "Just something to keep things interesting. To while the afternoon away, you understand." Charmaine swallowed hard, trying to find the courage to speak up against the indecent proposal. But her heart raced, her palms sweaty. She knew that voicing her refusal might lead to dire consequences. "The game I have in mind, Charmaine, involves a series of tasks for you to perform." His tone grew darker with each word, his eyes burning with unbridled lust. "I assure you, they won't be anything Mr. Paine would object to." This wasn't much of a reassurance. Charmaine swallowed hard, trying to process the implications of his words. She knew that accepting his proposal would be crossing a line she never wanted to cross. Yet, rejecting it would undoubtedly result in severe repercussions. "What kind of tasks would these be, Sir?" Charmaine managed to ask, her voice wavering. "Well, my dear," Mr. Eden responded with a sinister grin, "you will stand naked in front of us and perform various acts, all meant to entertain us. Simple tasks designed to please our eyes and perhaps stimulate our senses." His words sent shivers down Charmaine's spine. She knew that there was no turning back once she agreed to his wicked game, but there was no way to refuse. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself, determined to face whatever came her way. "Very well, sir," Charmaine replied hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Then let's begin!" Mr. Eden declared enthusiastically, pouring himself another glass of wine. "Our first task for our fair Charmaine is to assume a standing position. And you know, Charmaine, since you are already naked, it should pose no problem for you, right?" He smirked at her, his expression teeming with malevolence. Charmaine swallowed, her heart racing in her chest. Nodding her head, she mustered up the courage to speak up again. "Alright, sir. If that's what you wish, then I shall comply," Charmaine responded, her voice steady despite her trembling insides. Mr. Eden raised his glass in salute, his lips curved into a sinister smile. "Excellent, Charmaine! Now, remember, we expect complete obedience and precise performance from you. Is that clear?" Charmaine nodded again, trying to mask her terror behind a façade of resignation. She stood still, her heart thumping wildly in her chest, waiting for the next command. "Now, Charmaine," Mr. Eden began, his voice carrying a sinister undertone, "let's start with something simple. We want you to show us your most seductive walk." Charmaine had to endure walking around in various styles under the guest's intense scrutiny. Then, various styles of running was also demanded, from a slow trot to a full-on sprint. Each new task seemed to grow increasingly daring and uncomfortable. Tasks that would have been considered scandalous if performed in public. One moment she was holding her breasts and doing a "knees high" run, and the next she was marching like a soldier at parade.They had her lean stretching her arms forward, then bend over to touch her toes, then arching her back, exposing her lower body completely. Each position was held longer than necessary, testing her endurance and pushing her boundaries, while the men walked around her viewing her at leisure from all angles. The guests watched her intently, making comments and suggestions throughout the entire performance. They directed her movements, demanding changes and variations to satisfy their ever increasing curiosity. The men developed a fascination with the way that gravity played with her full breasts, watching as they jiggled with every movement - walking, running or jumping up and down, and changed shape with the various poses she took. Their demands became increasingly obscene, their eyes fixating on her body, making her feel violated and exposed. Each task seemed to get progressively worse, pushing Charmaine further and further out of her comfort zone. She crawled on all fours, first low then with her buttocks high in the air. She spread her legs wide and bent to grasp her ankles, showing the men views they had not dreamed of before. Lying on her back on the blanket, she lifted her legs up and extended them outward, placing her feet flat on the ground, forming a 'V'. She then moved her hands to her sides, lifting her bottom to display her cleft, giving the men yet another enticing view. She pressed her knees against her breasts and, and - as if that was not bad enough - pushed her knees as far apart as the could possibly go. She lay there obscenely on display like this, while the men discussed what else they could demand of her. Their ideas grew increasingly depraved and explicit, forcing Charmaine to question whether she could go through with their demands. Each request pushed her to the brink of physical and mental exhaustion, her cheeks flushing crimson from shame and exertion. Mr. Henry put to practice his experience with calisthenics, ordering Charmaine to perform various spreads, pushups, lunges, squats, jumping jacks, and planks. As Charmaine struggled to perform these rigorous exercises, he explained their finer points to Mr. Eden, using Charmaine as a human demonstration doll. They even helped her to a handstand, holding her ankles for support, and could not resist the temptation of spreading her legs wide apart while she was upside down. This was clearly going beyond any limits of decency. As the afternoon wore on, her exhaustion made her motions less precise and her movements clumsier. Sweat covered her body as she fought to remain composed amidst the escalating demands. The sun had almost dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the meadow. Charmaine was no longer able to ignore the fact that this had gone far beyond mere entertainment, and she felt increasingly anxious about the direction this was heading. It was Mr. Paine who finally ended the nightmare. He came to the meadow and announced that dinner was served for the gentlemen, and would they follow him into the house? To Charmaine's amazement, he gave no indication that she should follow them, so she just stayed there on the grass in a state of mental and emotional exhaustion. The men eventually disappeared into the house, leaving Charmaine alone in the meadow. She stared blankly into the distance, feeling numb and unsure of what had transpired in the past few hours. With slow and insecure steps, she walked back towards the manor. She had no mental strength left to enter the kitchen and meet the gazes of her fellow servants. Forgoing dinner, she went straight to her room and cried herself to sleep. === Chapter 12 === Day Eight of Charmaine's Naked Week In the dim light of the kitchen, Charmaine sat huddled in a corner, attempting to recover from the traumatic events of the previous day. Her thoughts were a chaotic mix of fear, humiliation, and helplessness. She was aware that she needed to regain some sense of normalcy, but how could she do that when her entire world had been turned upside down? The butler had given her an extraordinary punishment - to work naked for a week. The week was now over and she hoped to finally get her clothes back. Throughout the week, the other staff noticed her condition but avoided any mention of it. It was evident that everyone in the house had witnessed her humiliation, and none of them spoke a word about it. In the first days of her ordeal, some had even made it worse for her by inventing small tasks that would expose her even more, but this had now abated. After staff breakfast, Charmaine stayed in the kitchen to help the cook. The butler had not sent her to entertain their two distinguished guests today and she was grateful for it. She had not seen Mr. Paine since the day before, and was eagerly expecting him to come and tell her when she could retrieve her clothes. However, events developed quite differently. During lunch, a commotion outside made everyone aware that Sir Richard's carriage had arrived. Not long after, the butler entered the kitchen and motioned Charmaine to follow him. His stern countenance suggested that important things were afoot. Her hope surged as she followed him toward the large library, which Sir Richard used for his study. At the same time, Charmaine was mortified. She was still bare naked, the area between her legs cleanly shaved. Did Mr. Paine intend to present her to the lord of the manor in this state? To her horror, she discovered that indeed he did. The butler knocked discreetly on the library's door and entered. Shortly after that, he invited the trembling maid in. Entering the room, Charmaine saw Sir Richard sitting behind his desk, examining some papers. His eyes briefly met hers, causing her heart to race with anticipation. Would he take pity on her and allow her to retrieve her clothes? The butler directed her to wait near the door. After several minutes of studying some documents, Sir Richard finally looked her thoroughly up and down, and addressed her. "Charmaine," he said, his tone both authoritative and condescending. "Mr. Paine has told me about you, and about the little lesson he decided to give you. He asked for my opinion and I decided to see you before I make up my mind." His words echoed in her ears, as her heart beat rapidly. There was nothing she could say, because whatever response she made might affect her future within the household. With tears threatening to spill, she kept her head bowed, unable to look directly at either of them. Sir Richard continued, "You know, Charmaine, you are quite an interesting girl. Mr. Paine claims that despite your state of constant nudity - or, perhaps, exactly because of it - you have made amazing progress in learning the duties of a housemaid. He believes that you have shown determination and a willingness to learn, qualities that should be rewarded." Charmaine's face burned red, as she tried to hide her embarrassment under a false smile. Sir Richard observed her reaction carefully, considering how to proceed. "Mr. Paine has offered to make a demonstration of your skills. Of course, I trust his judgement implicitly and told him that this would not be required, but he convinced me to test you myself." Sir Richard paused, allowing his words to sink in. Charmaine's eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn't believe that she was actually going to have to demonstrate her skills for the most important person not only in this house, but in the whole county. Her heart raced, knowing that this could make or break her future within the manor. She desperately wished that she could be dressed, and not have to do this demonstration as she was, completely naked. Sir Richard continued, "Please show us, Charmaine, how well you have learned your duties." Sir Richard's voice held a tone of amusement, and Charmaine's heart sank even lower. There was no escape from this. She would have to demonstrate her skills, regardless of how embarrassing and humiliating it would be. She poured him a cup of tea and tried to keep her face neutral, avoiding eye contact. The butler then sent her to the kitchen to bring the lord's lunch, which she served as she had been taught. Throughout this time, Sir Richard watched closely, scrutinizing every detail of her performance. He made no comment, which she took for approval. While the lord had his lunch, she stood dutifully near the wall in the pose she had been taught, hands behind her back, feet one foot apart. When Sir Richard finished his lunch and she cleaned up the table, the butler praised her cleaning skills next and had her bring the tools of her trade. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she carried in a broom, dustpan, mop, bucket, and various rags. As she arranged them neatly on the floor, Sir Richard examined her with a critical eye. She started by dusting the desk and the furniture, her movements slow and deliberate. As she was leaning across the desk, Charmaine was acutely aware of Sir Richard's face inches from her bare breasts swaying slightly with her movements. Her skin prickled with a mix of shame and arousal, the latter of which she hadn't expected. Next, she moved onto the chairs. Taking extra care, she gently brushed off every speck of dust, all the while trying to maintain eye contact with neither of them. For the bookshelves, she needed to climb on a small stool to reachthe higher shelves. She balanced precariously, adjusting her grip to keep her balance as her body shifted. The lord of the manor got up from his chair and stood in the center of the room, to observe her efforts - and her firm backside - from a better point of view. The floor was already meticulously clean, but she had to demonstrate her expertise in every aspect of her job and started cleaning it anyway. The men watched as she gracefully swung the broom and smoothly swept the imaginary dirt from the floor. Their intense gaze seemed to unnerve her, yet she managed to remain focused on her task. She picked up the mop and began to moisten it, applying it expertly to the polished floor. When she changed position, Charmaine caught sight of herself in the large mirror nearby and was reminded of the sight she was presenting the two men, crawling on all fours, her full breasts swinging with each movement, her bottom high in the air. She knew what was expected of her and made sure to turn around and present them with a view from the rear too. The butler watched her with an approving expression on his face. Sir Richard stood tall, his eyes locked on her every move, his face unreadable. The butler cleared his throat, signaling that her performance was over. She remained frozen in that position, her backside turned toward the two men, while they kept looking at her, deep in thought. "You can get up now," he said after an eternity of silence. The relief that washed over her quickly gave way to dread. She knew what this meant – she had passed the test. But was the punishment over? As Charmaine slowly rose to her feet, her breath came out in a quiet exhale. She felt both relieved and anxious, unsure of what to expect next. Sir Richard's decision would determine her fate within the manor. "Excellent," was the only thing that Sir Richard said about the performance. Or was he commenting on her luscious nude body? "Send her back to the kitchen for now," he instructed the butler, "and bring in that rascal of a nephew I have been cursed with. It seems I will have to save him yet again. You know I am only doing it for the sake of his mother, my poor late sister. But then, I want him and his friend out of the house within the hour." "Next, we can talk about your other request," Sir Richard added cryptically. Charmaine was happy to hear that her two tormentors would be gone. But, what about her situation? Nothing had been said about her getting her clothes back. It seemed that Sir Richard wanted to have a private conversation with Mr. Paine before making a decision about her situation. And what was it about another request? The butler sent her to the kitchen, where she occupied her time until dinner with her regular chores, her mind in turmoil with unanswered questions. Was the butler planning to continue her punishment or was there some chance of it ending soon? Would Sir Richard grant her wish to return to her previous clothes? Or worse, would he extend her current punishment, forcing her to perform her job entirely naked for longer? Her anxiety was at an all-time high, but she had no choice but to wait. As the staff gathered for dinner, the topic of the day was that Lady Constance had not returned from London together with her husband. Instead, she had proceeded directly to another family estate. This was unprecedented and left the entire household with a sense of unease, wondering about its significance and speculating about it in hushed whispers. Another development shook the household much more, when later the butler interrupted dinner to call on an older servant to follow him into Sir Richard's study. Everyone lingered in the kitchen after dinner to await his return, eager to find out what was happening. The man looked somewhat stunned when he re-appeared after a protracted absence. "Right...," he cleared his throat, all eyes riveted on him in the expectation of his news. "Mr. Paine has been granted leave to arrange some personal matters, and has already departed the house. Until his return in a couple of weeks, I will perform his duties, and you will address me as Mr. Williams for the duration." His eyes sought out the naked girl. "Charmaine, follow me to Sir Richard's study, there is some other news that concerns you only." Her heart pounded in her chest as she complied, feeling the weight of curiosity in the kitchen as everyone dispersed back to their tasks. The anticipation of knowing whether she would finally regain her clothes or face an extended punishment hung heavy upon her shoulders. Sir Richard greeted them impassively upon entering the study. His demeanor remained cool and composed, but Charmaine detected a hint of something unsettling beneath the surface. She nervously clasped her hands, waiting for whatever Sir Richard had to say. "I have found your skills quite satisfactory, and will give you a chance of promotion in the household." "As you know, when the family is in residence here, James is my personal valet, and Marianne is Lady Constance's chambermaid." Charmaine nodded, unsure where this was going. "However, Lady Constance has decided to reside elsewhere for the foreseeable future. This is quite regrettable," Sir Richard continued with a straight face, "and it also means that I cannot assign you to help Marianne with her tasks as a chambermaid, as there will be none of those any time soon." "In short, I have decided to have you help James in his duties, on a probational basis. If you prove yourself capable, this may become permanent." Charmaine's heart skipped a beat at the prospect of being promoted so soon after joining the household. This could be her opportunity to rise above her humble beginnings and the oppressive life she led before. "You may start tomorrow," Sir Richard finished, with a tone implying that she was dismissed. "I am grateful for the opportunity, Sir," Charmaine found the courage to say. "But... how about my uniform?" she asked, looking down at her exposed body. "What about your uniform?," Sir Richard feigned not to understand what she meant. "Um... Mr. Paine said...," Charmaine stammered, "working naked for a week, and it has been a week already..." "Ah...," the lord of the manor confirmed. "I can see where your confusion comes from." "You see, Mr. Paine meant that it would be a week before my return, whereupon he would ask for my approval of his unorthodox methods. Having seen the merits of those methods," he added, his gaze firmly fixed at Charmaine's naked breasts to reinforce the message of just what merits he had seen, "I have confirmed his opinion. Based on the skills you demonstrated earlier today, this has done you much good. As for the duration of this punishment, he has said nothing. I am afraid we'll need to await his return until he makes his intention clear." Charmaine was shattered. "But... it was said he will be gone for a couple of weeks?" "Hopefully, Charmaine, hopefully. We can but hope. However, he fully appraised me of the business he has to deal with, and I think his assessment of two weeks was overly optimistic. It could well be a month until he returns. Or two," he added ominously. Her heart sank further. Overcoming her fear under the oppressive authority of Sir Richard's gaze, Charmaine managed one last entreaty. "Please, sir, I can't remain like this indefinitely. Can't you end the punishment yourself?" "My dear girl... You know I have commanded one of her Majesty's regiments. In that position, it would have been utterly inappropriate for me to go over the head of one my subordinates and countermand their orders. As lord of the manor, I cannot do this in my own household either." Her eyes turned imploringly to the substitute butler. "And I don't think Mr. Williams will want to start his term by overriding the principal in his role," Sir Richard concluded noticing her gaze, the steel in his voice prompting the latter to nod meekly in agreement. "Understood, sir," Charmaine murmured, her heart sinking even deeper as she realized her fate was sealed for however long it took for Mr. Paine to return. She felt a surge of disappointment well up inside her, the reality of her predicament suddenly hitting her full force. Not only did she have to contend with working naked for an unknown period, but she was also going to be subjected to Mr. Williams' harsh treatment, who she already knew, would make her suffer in equal measure to the butler's cruelty. Sir Richard had also taken a new and much more personal role in her life now. Her future had never looked bleaker.