The other morning I was a little pissy because Thisley couldn’t find a particular skirt. I hadn’t worn it in ages because I had thought that it had outlived its life in my wardrobe. I’ve made that mistake before, sent a once beloved item to rummage only to have missed it too soon.
So I was standing there in my bra and panties losing my patience. Finally the skirt was brought to me. I got my panty waist and stockings and finished dressing. Thisley said, “Items you don’t wear get lost in my closets, madam.” I said, “They don’t get lost. You just can’t remember where you put them.”
Thisley handed me my knit top. He said that it was too tight. It showed me off to much. I said that there’s nothing a firm girl can do. I wasn’t about to put a tent over me.
He did that little cough business of his, which meant that he had something of importance to tell me. I slipped into my heels, “What is it?” He said, “As you know, madam, I’ll be at your country house this weekend supervising the workers on the new addition. I was thinking of sending you over to Jasper for your spanking.”
“You spanked me Monday, Thisley.” He said, “No madam, it was Saturday. I remember distinctly it was Saturday. Monday you were out all day and Monday night you were at the Junior League for the event scheduling.” He was right, but he didn’t have to know it.
I said, “It was Monday, Thisley. You can spank me when you return Sunday night. You’ll have the whole night to punish me.” He said, “I feel it would be regrettable if you weren’t spanked punctually on a regular basis. To break the schedule would be counter productive.” I said, “Bullshit.”
He handed my handbag. I opened it and it wasn’t there. He reached into his coat pocket and showed me my .38 automatic. “I’ve cleaned it for you.”
“I didn’t use it.” He looked at me and said, “You almost did.” I said, “But I didn’t.” He said, “Nevertheless a good cleaning is necessary to keep the gun functioning, like a good spanking keeps a good girl functioning.” He waited a second then added, “So, Jasper will see you tomorrow at 1pm. I think you’ll understand that his method of spanking may be different than mine. I’m a softie, if you don’t mind me saying so.”
I had heard about Jasper. He believes in giving it very hot to a girl. Thisley said, “I think you need a different hand on your bottom every once in a while. I’ve been thinking of having other butlers spank you. Some may give it to you very hot, but it’ll do you good. I do have the tendency of spoiling my charges.”
I had signed the agency contract for ten years just to keep Thisley, so I wasn’t in any position to argue. He’s the best damn butler I’ve yet had. I said, “You know how I kick and scream when I get my spankings. I really don’t want the whole household over there to know.” Thisley said, “They’ll be gone for the weekend at the country. So no one will hear you making a fuss.”
I still wasn’t satisfied, “Will he tug my panties down and give it to me hot or do I get to keep my little thing on?” He said, “You’ll do what your told.” That meant I should be looking forward to a very sore bottom.
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 143, by Carrie
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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