by Carrie
Miss Keener left a hand written note on a silver tray with my morning coffee. I didn’t have to open it to know that I was going to be punished. What I didn’t know was the kind of punishment. I assumed I’d get a spanking for ignoring Miss Keener’s wisdom about risking my reputation. She didn’t refer to me as a slut but she might as well have. I’m not a slut. It’s very difficult out there and a girl is put under a lot of pressure, which she doesn’t understand.
What I read gave me a jolt. She was going to have a party for the staffs of several households in the neighborhood. It seems I was invited for a particular reason. It was to be Saturday afternoon which killed my weekend out at the beach.
I called Miss Keener in. “I find my punishment peculiar and the day of it inconvenient.” She said, “Your behavior is peculiar and inconvenient.” I hadn’t yet told her about the peep hole. She’s now keeping an eye on my most of the day and I’m beginning to not like it. But I wasn’t sure how I was to tell her without feeling I was slighting her.
She said, “You’ll will report to the party as instructed.” I wanted to say no. I cancelled my plans for the weekend.
That Saturday I was paraded into the servants’ lounge quarters. It seems everyone was expecting me. My punishment, the first part, was very simple. I was to stand dead center in the room, right in the middle of the party.
I was wearing gold mules with pearl beads, thigh high nude stay-up satin stockings laced at the thigh, no panties, and a black sheer strapless twist dress, no bra. “Separate your legs wide, Madame.” All the staffers knew what was coming.
Miss Keener turned to me and said, “Madame, lift your dress up past your face and hold it there.” I looked around the room and I knew they knew I hadn’t been allowed to wear panties or bra. With a sterner voice she said, “Lift your dress,” without the Madame.
I was terribly embarrassed. I felt an unwarranted condescension in the air. I caught Miss Keener’s eye and knew that if I didn’t do what she said she would whip me later. I lifted my dress. She used a cane to widen my stance so they all could see the pretty slut and her ‘slut’ bush. My belly button and breasts were exposed for further perusal.
She turned to the staffers and said, “Our Madame has been behaving like a slut.” I felt the tip of the cane touch my bush. And then a slight jab at my vagina. “In this household we do not stand for such behavior.”
She was also holding a small pussy paddle for spanking vaginas. It has a narrow flexible tongue and is best used for underhand work. The staffers were told to line up and each one gave my vagina a single but good spank. By the fifth spank I was already moaning. I was cunt-spanked twenty more times.
After my last cunt-spank Miss Keener pulled my dress off my head and let it drop to the floor. She stood in front of me with the pussy paddle, moved out my legs and gave me four cunt-spanks right up center that made me moan quite embarrassingly loud in front of all the guests.
“Come with me.” She pulled me by my hand to the room next door which was well within hearing distance of the staffers. She put me over her knees, took out a short whip with several extending strips of even lengthened leather and began to rapidly whip my bottom back and forth.
It was a very thorough no nonsense whipping. No drama. No special moves. Just the whip fast and furious across my bottom. I had very little time to move or adjust myself. I threw my head back and that was it and filled the room with my squeals. The staffers sat by silently and learned from Miss Keener.
When she finished with me she had me stand right up, no fuss, no pity, no touching my bottom, and go to the corner. “Keep your hands on the wall and face to it without turning around. Bend over. Spread your legs.” Then she told me the worst of it. “You will service the young men of the household staffs when needed. That is your punishment.”
As if the rest wasn’t enough. I obliged with, “Yes, Miss Keener.” A moment later I heard the staffer enter. When he was done fucking me she checked my pussy with her finger to see if it was filled. Then she sent me off.
To my surprise, several days later, when I returned from work, I found a staffer from my household in my bedroom waiting. He said, “……
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 167
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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