by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 88
On my way home I stopped off at Anne’s. She has that duplex over in Carnegie Hill on Fifth. Jasper opened the door for me. I totally disagreed with the way Anne dresses him. A long coat and winged collar is totally out of date. But he’s Anne’s butler and she can do as she pleases.
Jasper is a bald plain unassuming individual. Though he is well trained I think he’s got his nose up in the air too much of the time. It certainly was up there when he greeted me. “Follow me, madam.” It was more like an order. I followed him into the study that Anne has tastefully done for the family. I noticed a young boy. It seemed like déjà vu all over again.
I looked at Jasper. “What’s the meaning of this?” Politely perturbed he said, “The meaning of what, madam?” I turned to the boy, “Him.” “Madam, he is Edward.” I said, “Where’s Mrs. Blenhem?” “She said to have you wait here while I brought you the papers concerning your business.”
The looked up from the desk top computer and gave me the once over. I looked right at him. If he was up to something I was up to him
“So he’s not related to you?” “He happens to be, madam.” I said, “Then what’s he doing here?” Jasper stood ramrod at attention and said, “The boy is merely using the Mrs. Blenhem’s computer to check his e-mail. His laptop broke down.”
I let out an Oh and found a seat on the sofa. “Madam, may I have a word with you?” I looked up. “In private, madam.” “What can’t the boy hear.” Jasper looked rather insulted. “If you would, please.” I looked at the lad, who looked at me and sneered. He seemed as nasty as Jasper.
I went with Jasper. Oddly he took me to Anne’s bedroom. He shut the door and got right down to business. “That was uncalled for, madam.” I said, “Well, forget it.” “No, I’d like to know why you jumped on me like that.” “Because of a incident of the past.” I went to the door, but he blocked it.
“What incident?” I said, “An incident that happened a while back. Another household. The butler’s boy wanted to, well…” I smiled as if that would be enough. “Wanted to what, madam?” He wasn’t going to budge from that door so I gave in. “To spank me.” And without any problem, “What’s wrong with that?” Impatient to get out I raised my voice. “Everything is wrong with that.”
“You think my boy couldn’t spank you?” I said, “Do you mind? I have to be on my way.” “Then you’re familiar with inter-household rules.” Jasper should’ve have been a shyster. “Yes, I know all about the inter-household rules, but it doesn’t apply to boys. Only the butler is allowed to spank the lady of the house — if he sees fit.” “You haven’t answered my question.” I thought I had.
Jasper crossed his arms and said, “Madam, in all my years of service I can only think of one other time I needed to correct the indignant behavior of an adult woman outside my household of employment.” He lowered his voice if not his tone. “If I spank you it will hurt. If he spanks you, well, it will hurt less.”
“I do not want to be spanked.” Jasper seemed delighted. “Shall I call Thisley and ask him to cane you?” Jasper was entitled to that request though Thisley could overrule it. Thought Thisley would never contradict a colleague out of mutual respect and he respected Jasper.
So I thought about my bottom. It doesn’t get caned often. If I need to be caned I bend over have my panties tugged down and get caned. I don’t even mind being bottom sore for a few days. I have learned to deal with it. I know how to walk down the street and not show the sizzling pain that comes with the punishment. Though often a get that knowing look that my little secret is up. But I do mind it coming from Jasper.
I just then remembered, “Mrs. Blenhem will be home shortly. Maybe some other time.” Jasper was happier than I, “Madam won’t be home till ten this evening.” That was another three hours. He asked, “Me or the boy?”
I somehow never learn to not act haughty with butlers. I admit I have a natural tendency to be a bossy you-know-what. Having a butler was supposed to give me solace not grief, but I foolishly entered into a long term contract and was bound or would have to forfeit two hundred thousand dollars.
I gave in, “The boy.” “Good, madam.” Then I added, “I expect to keep my clothing on.” Jasper said, “Madam, this is a spanking, not a tussle of sorts.” And exited Anne’s bedroom.
I hissed at him, but to no avail. I looked around Anne’s bedroom for a way out. She had a big sprawling bed luxuriously sheeted. For a New York apartment it was delightfully decadent to have so much space, but money is for that reason. I checked the whole bedroom. There was only one door. I tried that, but Jasper locked it from the outside. Then the other door opened.