I was sitting in the study of my Park Avenue apartment going over the report the butler agency had sent me about my “cunt spanking”. I needed to sign the bottom then send it back. I checked the box that said I was satisfied with my punishment then the box that confirmed that I was open to similar punishments. I wasn’t, but….
I was also supposed to write a short little paragraph about my experience then check another stupid box. So I wrote, “Although I feel Jasper has corrected my behavior, one cannot predict the future. And though I feel I have been cured of my bad habits, I would be risking the uncertain vagaries of what could happen in the future to say that all will be perfectly well and that I won’t need to have my beaver spanked again — yada yada — please understand that I agree to disagree…”
And so on until it got so confusing I almost ripped it up. I signed the report and sent it off. I got a call the next day that I had forgotten to check a certain box…So I agreed to the possibility of another beaver bushwhack.
Meanwhile, I sat back and enjoyed my respite. Thisley was busy supervising the work at my country house. That was my devious little plan to keep him away from me so I wouldn’t get spanked. But the agency had other plans and sent over a temporary butler. He had a fresh look on his face and didn’t seem to be as seasoned. I couldn’t put my finger on it but I was about to find out.
He rather abruptly came into my bedroom yesterday morning with my tray of coffee. “You’re suppose to knock, Nigel.” All I had on was a string panty, not even a bra. I hadn’t yet decided to go the suit or the skirt outfit or maybe just throw on slacks. “Are your going to stand there and gawk or get out?”
He put the tray down, started his exile then said, “Am I to run your bath, madam?”
“It’s a little late for that.” He looked hurt that he had not done his duty. “You’re new at this, Nigel. Aren’t you?” It wasn’t really a question. “Yes, madam.” “I know what’s on your mind.
I spoke with the agency. They told you should expect to spank me at least once during your stay. “Yes, madam.” I said, “You should emphasize the word expect, which means: It ain’t a sure thing…” He still had that oddball look.
“Something bothering you?” He said, “I’ve never spanked before.” The honesty of the remark is what surprised me. “How the hell did you get this job then?” He said, “A fluke, madam. In my resume I had applied to the house gardening division. They seemed to have redeployed my resume. I’m embarrassed to tell you that I don’t really know what to do”
“Why didn’t you just tell them?” His answer was brilliantly simple. “The pay is much better.” I said, “Just tell them that you spanked me. They won’t know.” He said, “Sooner or later they will know and I’ll never get any kind of work in this field again.” I was supposed to feel sorry for him. I didn’t.
“I was wondering…” But he stopped short of what he had to say. I waited, “What were you wondering Mr. Nigel?” He said, “Could we give it a try now?”
“It doesn’t work that way, Nigel.”
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 148, by Carrie
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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