Flight attendant makes a mistake F(F)/F

[Hunter]

"I'm so sorry ma'am," Millie said, voice quivering. "My deepest apologies, let me fetch you a napkin..."

I had watched in horror from the other side of the serving cart as the disaster unfolded before my eyes. It was like watching a plane crash in those 60 Seconds from Disaster shows - you didn't want to watch, especially as a flight attendant, but you couldn't look away either.

Millie had gone to pour the Lady in Row 2 a glass of wine. She had poured from the bottle into a crystal glass as we do for first class passengers. Perhaps it was a lapse in concentration, perhaps it was a shift in the plane under her feet - but whatever it was made her spill a couple of crimson drops onto the front of the Lady's delicate, lacy cream blouse. I watched as the blood drained from Millie's face and her knees went weak.

I didn't blame the poor girl. That Lady had terrified all of us flight attendants from the moment she'd set foot on the plane. With coiffed auburn hair, swathed in expensive furs, chin high and eyes blazing, she had entered with an escort of two silent men dressed all in grey. She had said nothing but a crisp "thank you" as she had taken her seat, but everything about her exuded power and authority. This was someone important - perhaps a member of the Capitol parliament, or even royalty.

With the wine spreading across her front, the Lady held her silence for a moment, eyes closed. She took a deep, slow breath as everyone in the first class cabin held theirs. Millie trailed off and stood trembling with her gaze lowered, hands folded in front of her, awaiting the Lady's word.

Here it came. "This is not an acceptable quality of service," the Lady enunciated, eyes still closed.

"I most deeply apologise, ma'am," Millie whispered.

The Lady opened her eyes, and looked straight at Millie with a gaze that could set alight a tinder box. "Quite frankly, my dear, it matters little to me whether or not you are 'sorry'. It only matters to me that you understand the gravity of your mistake, in order for you to rise and better your service."

Millie nodded weakly. "Yes ma'am, I understand. I will strive to do better."

"I don't believe you do understand," the Lady said, twisting the jade ring on her little finger. "But I will ensure you do, when I'm finished with you." If Millie had, at any point, hoped that she might escape the situation with nothing more than a scolding, I could now see that this hope, like her colour, had drained away.

"Kneel," the Lady commanded.

"Yes, ma'am," Millie murmured as she lowered herself to her knees. Her eyes were fixed on the Lady's emerald-studded shoes, face burning with shame.

"You." I started. The Lady was talking to me. I had not done anything wrong, had I? "Fetch that gentleman's neck tie." The gentleman in question, with a greying beard and a tartan suit, looked affronted.

"E-excuse me, ma'am?" I stammered.

"I should not have to repeat myself," the Lady said, very very quietly. She had the voice of someone who could order your entire family be assassinated before the plane had landed. It was not unheard of these days, under the current monarch.

I turned to the man. "Please, sir," I asked. Seeming to have reached the same conclusion as I had, he loosened the tie and handed it to me reluctantly.

"Here, ma'am." I proferred the tie.

"Bind her wrists behind her back, for the moment. We will begin there."

I swallowed and steeled myself. I could not let myself show any sign of hesitation, or make any mistakes myself. I could not afford to further provoke the Lady's ire, or I might be joining Millie. "Yes ma'am, right away."

I pulled Millie's arms behind her, pushing her head down. Holding her thin wrists together, I bound them unforgivingly with the checkered necktie. Better to be harsh than not harsh enough. I stood to attention, Millie hunched beside me, head lowered, shrivelling from the humiliation.

"Now. I need a volunteer to provide a handkerchief," the Lady said. She did not raise her voice, but the first class cabin was so quiet that everyone could hear her. A boy of around ten sitting in the row across, whose eyes were as as wide as saucers, pulled what appeared to be a clean handkerchief from the breast pocket of his little navy suit and handed it to me. Curious murmurs had begun to stir from further down the plane in the economy section.

"Thank you, darling," the Lady drawled. "Fetch him a sweetie," she threw out to no-one in particular. Harrod, the senior flight attendant, rushed to the kitchen.

"You," she returned her attention to me. "Place that in this girl's mouth. Perhaps it will make her think twice about serving up unripe apologies." Millie whimpered below me.

"Yes, ma'am." I stood over Millie and grasped her low bun, pulling her head back. I balled up the handkerchief and placed it on her parted lips. Likely knowing that it was in her best interests to submit, she hesitated before opening her mouth to accept the gag. I stuffed it inside, maybe a little too roughly, and put my hand over her lips to hold it there.

"Zealous," the Lady said, approvingly. "What is your name, girl?"

"Thank you ma'am," I said, keeping my gaze lowered. "My name is Hannah, ma'am."

"Hannah. Well then, Hannah. Remove that lovely silk scarf of yours, and tie it over this girl's mouth. I want her silenced."

"Yes ma'am." I unknotted my scarf with one hand, folded it over, and pulled it tightly over the cloth in Millie's mouth. As I wrenched it back, it slipped between her teeth, pushing the handkerchief deeper into her mouth. She made a muffled noise like a distressed little animal.

The Lady tutted. "I can still hear her. Tie her own scarf over the top of that."

"Yes ma'am." I unknotted Millie's scarf and pulled it firmly over her face, so that it also covered her nose. I tied it off at the nape of her neck, jerking her head with the roughnesss of my knotting. Her ashamed whimpers were quieter, now.

"That's better," said the Lady. "Now, girl," she said, addressing Millie, "Put your face on the ground. I want your rear in the air facing to the economy section," Millie nodded, almost tearful behind the gag, and then complied, lowering her face to the ground.

"Now pull up her skirt," she said to me, with the hint of a smirk. "All the way up, so the plebians can see the colour of her panties."

"Yes ma'am," I replied immediately, to cover my own shock. Thank god I was not the one who had the misfortune of some turbulence while serving the Lady. I bent down and grasped the hem of Millie's pencil skirt, sliding it up over the curve of her ass. Her bare skin was fully exposed, a scanty pair of red panties accentuating the too-pale creaminess of her butt and thighs. Every face in this aisle of the plane was turned our way, and heads in the adjacent aisle craned over the headrests.

"Excellent," the Lady said. She moved one emerald-encrusted loafer and placed it on Millie's upturned flaming cheek, pressing her face into the floor. "We'll let her stew like this for a bit."

Ding dong. The seatbelt sign was illuminated. No-one moved.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" The Lady said. "Everyone to their seats."

[FabianStr2016]

Interesting story - idea, I enjoyed it!

[Hunter]

Interesting story - idea, I enjoyed it!

Thanks, glad you enjoyed it!

[Elanore]

Very well written story with an interesting and original setting !

[LunaDog]

Now this was something completely different. And extremely good.

[Damsel-Dilara-Dee]

This was an entertaining story! I loved the unique scenario and the characters, and how you wrote it from the POV of someone who would be an accomplice to this TUG. It's a great detail that everyone else in the cabin, like the boy who offered the hankerchief and the man who gave up his tie, pitched in in a way.

[GreyLord]

This is very original, [mention]Hunter[/mention].

[Hunter]

[mention]Elanore[/mention], [mention]LunaDog[/mention], [mention]Damsel-Dilara-Dee[/mention], [mention]GreyLord[/mention] - thanks so much, I’m so chuffed you are reading and enjoying! I had the idea for this story on a long international flight… “hmm, how could this inflight experience be improved” I wondered, hehe.