by Carrie
It took a little coaxing on my part but I finally managed to walk through the door of my apartment, sort of like a fretful bather getting into pool water, a swish of the toe, a sprinkle of water, and then finally, somehow, the plunge.
I noticed Miss Keener, my head maid, passing through the hallway toward the residences. She was holding a tray with different creams; they were for me, my bottom, or what would be my sore bottom.
“You’re a little late.” I turned, “You don’t have to scare me like that.” Trevor had been with her preparing things. He led me to my bedroom where he asked Miss Keener to leave.
“Trevor. Miss Keener doesn’t leave when I get punished.” He didn’t know that because we’d been spending most of our time at the beach or with me at his house. This was his first night over with me getting punished, “She’s at my side always for punishments,” for several reasons.
One of them is to make sure I’m punished properly. It’s something the agency recently advised to me to do after going over my files, just in case things get out of hand, and though things never do, it’s good to know that she’s there, so I hired her as well. The agency has proved it looks out for their clients.
Recently, I’ve spoken with the agency about letting me take Miss Keener outside the household when I get punished by “strangers”. The agency confirmed that it was a superb idea. I’ve just arranged with Mr. Farrelli to have her with us when he spanks me. Moreover, Miss Keener has been very thorough keeping a book as to when I should be spanked and reminding me when I haven’t or suggesting when I should be. This very much relieves Thisley’s workload.
I’ve also sat down with the agency and agreed to rewrite our old contract and make it long term, ten years in fact. I’ve also agreed to submit to the clause that says that agency staff is permitted to punish me. I didn’t have to but I felt If I didn’t the agency would consider it as a slight.
The agency also suggested that I hire my whole household with agency people. I had mentioned that it was terribly embarrassing having my staff hear me getting spanked. Now I have a total of five on hand, not including Thisley, and he’s in charge of them. They’re fully aware of my spankings so there’s no real embarrassment, well…maybe just a little.
Miss Keener informed me, “I’ve oiled your whip for you. It makes it softer.” I had spoken to her on the phone earlier at work about my getting whipped and she assured me that everything would be taken care of and that I’d get whipped properly.
She spent a good hour with Trevor showing him different whipping techniques and the ways to whip me. She assured me that I would be whipped properly and I assured her that I was scared to death. She tried calming my nerves by telling me that I wasn’t the first mistress she’s had whipped, and it’s very common for a lady to get whipped and that I shouldn’t take exception. Still, I almost chickened out, but it’s nice the way she uses old fashioned terms like “lady”.
With my new staff the only real problem I have is that they are very intimate with my personal life. They seem to know when I have intercourse, how I have intercourse, and how often. The sheets are immediately changed without me telling them and any toys used on me are put away. The first time this happened I was upset. Then I got over it. It’s good to keep things in order.
Misplaced or soiled panties, stockings or garters from my seductions are found and left on the table for me so I know that they weren’t lost. And Miss Keener is always nearby should anything go wrong. It wasn’t until recently that I discovered the pre-war peep hole only to find a little book with dates of my intercourse and particulars should she ever need the information if something happens to me.
I haven’t told her that I know she watches me through the peep-hole. I mean for her to know, but I haven’t yet found a way that would be amenable to both of us. I know she does this because it’s her job to look out for me. I’ll figure it out somehow.
Miss Keener then said, “We’ve decided you should be whipped in concert with the chair.” Normally she wouldn’t say “we” but I knew it was to reassure me, to let me know that she discussed it with Trevor.
Trevor was by the chair waiting. I let out a deep breath of air, and said, “I’m ready.” Before she shut the door she put her head out and said something to one of the other staff. I waited. Then Miss Keener took her place several paces off to where I would be bending over the chair.
She said, “Undress to you’re your panties, Madame. You may keep your bra and heels on. In fact I would prefer you with heels on. It will allow Mr. Bingham better access to you.” She meant I’d be bent over more.
I divested myself of my suit coat, skirt, slip and handed them to her. She put my things on a hanger and took them away. I waited until she returned. Then I was directed to the chair. I gave Miss Keener what we call “The option” : “ You may whip me.”
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 161
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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