by Carrie
It took several days after getting whipped before I could sit down comfortably and I’m being generous. I certainly raised eyebrows. My secretary thought I had hemorrhoids. There were ways, though not many, to compensate for the condition of my whipped bottom. I tried crossing my good long legs and dangling my pumps to distract anyone from my restless thighs, which took turns shifting my weight from one side of my bottom to the other.
I didn’t pad my panties or do anything silly. I wore beautifully tailored suits and looked drop dead gorgeous as always. I was glad that I was finally whipped and had now gotten it behind me. Annie knocked on the door and brought in a little note. She said, “It was hand delivered.”
It was of good stationary and embossed. My name was inked by fountain pen. It was obviously from someone of good breeding with fastidious manners. I opened it and discovered that it was from Miss Keener:
“We are so pleased to be at your service, Madame.
Our devotion to you is constant.
Our service is privilege.
With utmost honor, Ms. Keener and staff.”
I was very touched and put the letter in my bag.
I took the agency report that came with the note and happily answered several questions about my recent punishment. I mentioned the manner in which I was whipped; the professionalism it was administered — did a little complaining — then answered the final question, which wasn’t hard but I felt I had to be precise:
“Considering the professionalism the staff showed, I wouldn’t disallow
the option to whip me in the future, but it must only happen
after great consideration and more. If they still feel it
necessary that I be whipped I will submit to getting whipped regardless
of my disagreement. That doesn’t mean that the option of spanking me
instead has been ruled out. I know I can expect to be spanked, regardless
of getting whipped. I look forward to continuing our relationship and
relying on your judgment in regard to these matters.”
I checked the box that confirmed that the staff may whip me again. Then I had a meeting to go to.
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 164
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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