by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 65
I had more important things to do. First I had to stop my Mrs. Walker Peyton’s home on 5th Avenue, across the street from the Met. We had to discuss the Boys Club gala which she and I both chaired.
Mrs. Peyton’s co-op is even larger than mine. She has six bedrooms and a commanding view of Central Park. I didn’t realize how commanding until her butler let me in and took me to her study. (I wondered if she had ever espied me in the park.)
Her butler, Bixby, informed me, “Mrs. Peyton will be late. She’s extremely upset to have to keep you waiting, but has informed me to provide you with anything you might need or want to conduct your business while she’s out.”
Her study was so luxuriously filled with so many tasteful books that I decided it would be a pleasant refuge. “Tell Mrs. Walker I await her arrival.” Bixby left. I found a wonderful book of country homes, and was about to get all comfy in one of her plush couches when a boy of thirteen or so walked into the study.
He was a nice looking boy with blond bangs over his forehead, but Trudy, Mrs. Walker, doesn’t have any sons that old. The boy took out a small book, opened it and then said hello. I asked him, “And who are you?” He said, “I’m the butler’s son.” I was flabbergasted that the boy should be allowed in these quarters. I was about to ring Bixby for the boy’s removal when the boy opened the booklet and offered it to me.
I said, “I have my own book.” And as I was about to press the butler’s bell, the boy said, “I need you to help me with my homework. Mrs. Walker is not in and father said it would be alright if you helped.” I found that quite odd. “Why don’t you ask your mother to correct it?” “She’s in England visiting her mum.” The boy got up and handed me the booklet. I was shocked. Its title was The Spanking Handbook For Boys In Training.
I quickly flipped through a few pages and realized that it was a primer. I was totally blown away. I never imagined they started training youths at such a young age, and I was embarrassed that he asked me to make the corrections. The assumption was that he knew I got my spankings. I said, “Don’t you think you have the wrong person?” He said, “My father said you would be glad to help out.”
The boy handed me a pencil and sat down again. He said, “You must ask me the question and then read a, b, and so on. I’ll give you the answer.” He looked like he expected to ace it. I read the first question: When a girl has been naughty when do you spank her? a) immediately; b) only if she has been repeatedly naughty; c) if she’s been spanked before and hasn’t learned; d) none of the above.
My first thought was to say ‘a’, but the boy said, ‘b’ and he was right. I just had to say, “I thought the answer was ‘a’.” He said, “That’s the old school.” I looked at him as if he were playing games with me. I didn’t know there was such as thing as old school versus new school spanking.
He said, “We’re learning new school methods.” I nodded my head as if I knew what he was talking about. I’d been to Princeton and I don’t remember reading about that in Hegel, Kant, or any of those old school philosophers.
I read the next question. If the lady of a house is very haughty when is the proper time to spank her? (This time I didn’t jump to conclusions). a) after dinner has been served; b) before lunch; d) immediately; c) none of the above.
Well, I was absolutely stumped. What did lunch or dinner have to do with anything? And unless there were guests in the house or the lady was leaving, what was wrong with getting spanked immediately. I’ve been spanked immediately by my butler more than once. But then I had to think old school/new school. Boy, this wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be.
But our boy had the answer: ‘c’ none of the above. I checked the booklet and the little squirt was right. I felt dumb, but I had to ask him why and he said, “The best time is when she thinks she’s thinks she’s gotten away with it, and that is not immediately.” Well, he was wrong and I told him so, “I get spanked immediately all the…” I shut my mouth. We stared at each other. How dumb could I have been?
I gave him back his booklet. I felt as if I had been set up. I felt as if I were stark naked in front of him. I tried to smile, but it looked dumb. I was dumb. He wasn’t. He was preening, arms crossed, like he was my big boss. He picked up his book and read to me the next question. Is a lady of the household impugn from punishment if the butler is not on the premises? a) only the butler may spank the lady; b) any male or female whose duties are of the household; c) a boy in training; d)none of the above.
I knew the answer to that: ‘d’ none of the above. The boy handed me the agency booklet. The answer was, you guessed it, ‘c’. I said, “That’s a misprint. It can’t be true.” The boy said, “It is. That’s old school and new school.” He smiled as if a banana was stuck between his lips. I didn’t think it was funny at all. Then he got serious.
“I’d like to ask you a few questions for a report I have to write on a lady who gets spanked so you’d be good.” I looked at him hard to scare him off. Nothing scared this kid off. He began the interview….