by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 2
Later that afternoon I was browsing through Bergdorf Goodmans, a fashionable woman’s store in New York. I was still bristling from the spanking my butler gave me. My bottom was red hot, and it was difficult to walk. I was continually sneaking my hand to rub out the pain. The damn nerve of that butler was utterly annoying.
After all these weeks I thought I had everything in order with my new first Butler. Rodney had become a part of my life. I thought I had properly trained him for my needs. I never expected more from him than what I had oredered him to do.
Yet, this morning he used all his cunning, and despite all my protestation I allowed him to give me a hot spanking. I hadn’t been spanked for years. If anyone in my company knew of this “occurrence” I’d be the laughing stock of the industry.
As I made my way through the new collection room at Bergdorf’s I shunted my fingers down the material of the new Fall line, but my attention continually wondered back to the wicked and horrible spanking I had received earlier – – – remembering is never as hot as when it happens.
Over and over I had thought of the moment I draped my lovely body across his lap. I still suffered that first embarrassing moment when his hand tossed my dress back, the tingling sensation when he tugged down my lacy panties so he could give it to me hotter – – always slapping away my hands.
I howled and screamed like wildfire – – all for him to see and hear. How shameful he made me feel as I kicked my pumps into the air trying to wiggle out from under his grasp , but he did what he wanted with me.
He made me strip then kneel on the couch with my bottom pointed up. My panties were in a tangle at my ankles. He undid his belt and began to whip my bottom hot and hard. My answer was to buck up after each hot smack and let out a cry. I begged him to stop. He answered me with his belt.
I tried to shake these maddening thoughts from my head, so I chatted with a nearby woman hoping for some distraction when I became afraid she was reading my mind. I panicked and suddenly ran out the room.
The following morning as I was getting dressed, Rodney brought me my paper and coffee and queried, “How is madam getting along this morning?”
“Fine,” I coldly said. I didn’t even want to look him in the face. I decided to ignore him.
I nodded him off and grabbed my coffee and finished dressing. I was slipping up my skirt when he returned. I noticed him eyeing my bottom. I quickly tugged up my skirt over my panties and garter then I gave him a stern look.
Rodney approached me and zippped up the back of my skirt as he always did. The zipper got jammed and when he pulled harder, I let out a moan. My bottom was still tender I then left my bedroom.
We hadn’t said a thing about the spanking he gave me the day before. You must know that I only submitted to my spanking as a way out. True, my behavior had been awful, but that’s still no reason.
I admit I am fond of Rodney, so I wasn’t about to fire him – – and I couldn’t because of the contract we had signed, but more than that I didn’t want to have to find another butler and train him.
Rodney was perfunctory, knew his place, and was diligent and handy. I really didn’t want to lose him. So, I decided to bring up my spanking. Sort of let him know how I felt about the whole disgusting thing.
As I approached the hallway of my apartment where he usually waited to hand me my briefcase I cooly told Rodney, “I want to talk to you about the spanking you gave me yesterday morning. I suppose there was some merit for allowing you to have your way with me, but under most conditions this never would have
happened. I was feeling a little weak at the moment. I hope you understand what I mean? What happened, happened. I want to drop the whole thing and go back to normal. I have faith that you feel the same way.”
Rodney did that bow-thing with his head.
“Rodney…Yes or no?”
Rodney replied, “No to need to mention it.”
I said “I don’t mean to tell you what to do other than what’s required of you. Certainly there’s nothing in the contract about you giving me my discipline even if warranted. I just want you to know that I submitted because of the egregious manner in which I behaved. I won’t need to be spanked any further.”
Rodney said, “I believe the potentiality of your desire.”
I wondered, “Just what does that mean?”
Rodney said, “I have contracted to be your servant for the next two years; moreover, my probationary period is over. Have you not read the fine print?”
I was confused, “I read the whole contract, including the fine print.”
Rodney informed me, “Do you then remember the clause that said: Should the employer engage in a peremptory displacement of functionary conduct, the employee will respond in the proper method of choice, from immediate vacation of status or remain in conjucntion with disciplinary options?” He then caught
his breath and said, “I decided to remain and engage in the more traditional form of remedy.”
I said to Rodney, “This is ridiculous. I thought that clause meant that I had the right to fire you.”
He replied, “Yes, in two years, unless I steal something, which has never happened in my thirty years of service. But that’s in another clause.”
He then offered a palliative, “Show it to your lawyer, if you’d prefer a more detailed analysis.”
I angrily replied, “It’s none of his business.”
Rodney said, “You might want to take it up with the butler’s agency, then.”
No! I wasn’t about to take this matter up with anyone! If what Rodney said was true, that by contract I was subject to disciplinary action – – I immediately called up my friend Courtney who not only has a butler, but who recommended that I should get one. She told me that she was familiar with the clause, but laughed. She said she thought it could be technically enforced, but only a fool would let that happen. I hung up the phone. I was that fool.
Then Rodney said, “Madam, do not think I enjoyed spanking you. It was a difficult task. It’s not something I take casually. Hopefully you have learned from your punishment, and we can be delighted that it’s over.”
Rodney noticed me putting my hand over my very sore bottom. I pulled it away and reached for my briefcase that he was holding. I said to him, “It certainly is over.”
As I left my apartment and entered the elevator the operator gave me his usual glance-over, which is no surprise since I’m attractive and glamorous. But since my bottom was still sore making it feel twice its size, I had the distinct impression that he could see it pulsating right through my skirt. He twinkled his eye. I ignored him.
I quickly left my building. My cell phone rang. It was Anne. She laughed into the phone, “I was thinking about that clause.”
“What about it?” I asked.
“I think you’re not telling me something.”
I lied, “I told you everything,” then hung up. I would tell her nothing. If Rodney was going to spank me no one would know.
I immediately dialed home. Rodney answered. I told him, “I don’t want you to say a word to anyone concerning my spanking.”
“Of course not, madam. No one will ever know. “
Then I asked him something I just had to know.
“According to the contract I signed you have the right to discipline me, whenever you see fit.”
“Yes, Madam.”
“And I have no say about it, if it’s taken literally.”
“Yes, Madam. But that is the usual intention, which is standard in such agreements.”
“Then, Rodney, what you are saying is that you will be my disciplinarian.”
“I am your butler. What I will be depends largely on the conditions of your actions, but one can’t always wait till one is bad. Quite often it is better to nip it in the bud.”
“Rodney, I’m late and don’t have time to beat around the bush. Are you saying that I’m going to be… spanked again?”
Without hesitiation Rodney said, “This weekend.”
This weekend? Already? The damn nerve. I told him, “I have many parties to go to and I don’t plan on walking around with a sore bottom the whole weekend. So if we could defer this to another time I’d very much appreciate it.”
He said, “Your discipline is not under the condtions of when you have your parties. You will be porperly spanked Saturday morning.”
“I’m sorry, Rodney, I can’t. I have to be at the hairdresser at ten.”
Rodney replied, “I already called him and moved up your appointment.”
I was stunned. I was going to have another spanking. That’s all I could think of on my way to the office. It showed in the way I walked. And only a spanked girl would know that.
