by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 41
Though the recent news garnered the expected best wishes, Thisley stuck to his routine. The next morning while my husband was finishing his coffee and already late for the office, Thisley thoroughly spanked my bottom. There have been potential downsides to giving my self over and having to endure the almost daily spankings. The staff has been alerted to ignore any noises emanating from my bedroom – and there have been a lot. Not only has Thisley instructed the staff on how those in service need to deal with their superiors, but they’ve been in total agreement that the household, in which they serve, must always maintain the proper standards, and of course that starts with me. Why shouldn’t it?
To add to the vigorous routine, Thisely has been putting us through, he’s managed to have a young butler in training stay with us for the week and be at Thisley’s heels. Our household had been highly recommended, and of course we were glad to return the compliment in kind.
That afternoon the young butler, Robertson, was brought into my bedroom while I was going through my party book. The season was just getting started and I had to start sending out r.s.v.p.’s. The gravest social error is to commit to two parties and to only show up at one. I haven’t done that yet, but have come quite close. Thanks to Thisley, the dates have all been organized for me, so I merely have to go through them and pick out those affairs I prefer to attend.
I thought I’d take a walk when finished with all that hard work and have luncheon with friends. I had just clasped my bra and was slipping up my panties when Thisley and young Robertson, entered.
I must admit that I felt a just a bit uneasy standing there under young untrained eyes. I mean Thisely is well trained, but the young man, well, I thought that he might suffer from emotional misdirection. But he seemed, at least, to hold himself well as he looked me over, much in the manner of his mentor, but I’m an extremely good looking girl and Thisley knows I do not like being taken advantage. Nonetheless, I was surprised by what followed next.
Thisley decided to leave young Robertson alone with me so he could get use to being in the presence of a mistress alone. Robertson stood quite well before me as all young butlers tend to do, maybe just a tad too stiff.
I decided to query the fellow and see how he’d conduct himself. “I hear you’ve been enjoying your stay.”
“Yes, madam.”
“Yes, madam is not answer.”
“Sorry, madam, I’ve been enjoying my stay.”
I was standing not more than five feet away from him wearing nothing more than a lacy white panty that bow-tied at my hips and a matching bra. He managed to control himself quite well. But I wanted to test him further. I unclasped my bra and dropped it to the floor. My lovely ripeness barely seemed to have an effect. With a slight elevation of chin and shift of eye, Robertson managed to keep in control. Then I pulled the bow of my panty and complained, “I think it’s stuck… How about a little help?”
I lifted my arms so he could get to work. He pulled the bow and my panty dropped. I was now completely exposed, my fine bush there for him to see. Young Robertson immediately reclaimed his former position, five feet away, and waited for my next order, again with his chin up and eyes fixed in static neutrality. But I wasn’t yet convinced that he wasn’t lusting underneath.
Mother had taught me well about the evils of lust, and if young Robertson should ever expect a spot in heaven, he’d better well learn how to control it. Theology aside, something told me that he needed a lot more training. I was about to find out. I told him, “Bring me my navy skirt. It’s in the first collection, first room, second closet. You’ll see a navy and white striped regatta top on the hanger next to it.”
Moments later young Robertson returned with my request.
“Excellent.”
“Shall I bring out your panty garter, madam?”
“No, not today. I’m just going out with the girls for some lunch.” He then helped me into my clothing. What I now needed were my navy pumps. But young Robertson spoke up, “Might you want a spanking, madam?”
That was unexpected. “I’ve already been spanked this morning.”
“Yes, madam.”
“Has Thisley given permission for you to spank me?”
“No, madam, I was thinking that you just might need another one.”
“What made you think that?”
“I was told that you should be spanked whenever you have that, how do I say, that hot saucy look.”
“Really? What makes you think I’m so hot and saucy?”
“Nothing, madam.”
“Oh, I see. So, then I don’t need a spanking.”
“Madam. I was merely suggesting…”
“What the hell were you suggesting, Robertson?”
“Uh, nothing, nothing at all madam. Nothing.”
A stared right into him to see how he’d handle my rising anger. He was as tall as I, about five-nine. “Do you think you could handle a woman like me?”
“Uhm, well, I don’t actually know, madam.”
“But you’d like to spank me, anyway.”
“I just thought, well, yes, I just thought you might like one.”
“Robertson. I never like a spanking. I get them, because I don’t like them…Do you understand?”
“Yes, madam.”
“Yes, madam, what?”
“I understand, madam.”
I bored into young Robertson and said. “You don’t understand shit.” He tilted back like he was going to fall on his ass.
“Now get me my pumps.” He did what he was told in complete silence. When he brought them to me I said, “Now get out.”
“But, madam…..”
He muddled in his confusion, then turned about and quickly left. Moments later Thislery entered my bedroom and said, “I’m so sorry, madam.”
“Thisley. Don’t fuck up like this again.” He bowed his head and left. By noon, Thisely reported to me that Robertson was out of the house. “Good. One other thing. For now on , I’ll let you know when I need a spanking.” Every once in a while I have to let him know who is the real boss.
