"Sheer black? What made you chose that?"

He said, "You will be dining on the messer's terrace. It seems to be a bit humid this evening. Plus you said the gentleman might propose to you. Something light and thin with fancy lace to offset the sheerness might put you in a more romantic mood, as well as the gentleman."

I slipped it on. It was very naughty they way it showed a bit of my bush and tush. "Should I fetch you another one, madam? I said, "No. This is just the idea. What else have you decided on?" He returned with a lovely new black pleated mini low-rise that had a cute big matching buckle belt with silver rings at each notch. It was cut to drape right off a girl's bottom. Then he presented me with a snow white mid-riff silk tank top, simple but elegant, light and tauntingly thin. I tossed the bra on the bed. "Something wrong madam?" I said, "Not a thing. Hand me my top."

I slipped it on and goaded Thisely, "Maybe I should go like this?"

"Pardon me, madam, if you will, but you're not actually serious?"

My top hung at least six inches above my panty line and my plump nipples pushed delightfully out. Of course it was terribly risqué and sexy and this would most certainly make the other girls jealous. You see the idea was that I'd be proposed to in front of all my friends; girls just love vicarious events.

"Actually, Thisley, I think I'll slip on a pair of black pumps and head over. The hell with the mini."

"You're not serious, madam. That would be most scandalous to say the least."

"That's what they said about Madonna, then they decided she was a fashion genius."

"I wasn't aware of that, madam."

"Now you are. Bring me my pumps."

Thisley brought me my pumps though he almost didn't hand them over . I reached for them, "Give them to me, Thisley."

"Surely you're not going to leave the premises only your panties, madam."

"And why not?"

"Despite whatever cleverness your delightful mind conjures, what would people say? What would they think? Every other fine impression of you would be instantly overridden. It would socially be a total disaster."

"Thisely, you shouldn't get all upset at what people might say or think. They will all be dead in less then one hundred years; that's a fact. Why not have some fun in the meantime? Don't you like to have fun, Thisely?"

"Certainly, madam, but if you insist on going out like that maybe you should at least change into a panty that isn't as sheer or as brief?"

"No, I want them to see me."

"Then let me fasten your bra"

"Why,?"

"Ms. Dupree…I see that my patience is being tried, but I beg of you…"

"I don't care. They can call me slut if they want. And the hell with my brassiere."

Ruffled, he continued, "Yes, madam, but I've just happen to indiscriminately notice that your size slightly extends the medium range of most woman."

"I've noticed that too."

"I'm trying to be serious, madam. You'll cause a riot should you step out of the premises like that."

"I'm in the mood to cause a riot. People get so complacent. So utterly boring. So completely dead. We should attach tombstones around our necks so we'd all know just how long we've been dead."

Seeing that he was losing, Thisley took stock of the situation and of himself, "As you wish madam." His suffering was tantalizingly amusing. I could barely keep myself from laughing. Finally I laughed out loud, and realizing that he had been had he said, "Madam, I'm beginning to see quite well how be terrible you can be."

"How terrible am I, Thisley?"

"Very much so," and handed me my skirt and bra. I slipped it on and finished dressing.

As he handed me my jewelry I bluntly asked him, "Then what do you think about discipline?"

He perked up, "Actually, quite a lot, madam."

"I've heard, and I won't say from whom, but that your very good at it."

"I do have experience."

"Good. Experience is always reassuring.

"Do you have anything in mind, madam?"

"Well, I was just wondering."

"We should discuss the matter, then."

"We are discussing it."

"Well, then, if I may say, madam, how do you feel?"

"I feel the need to remain steadfast. I despise untidiness and slackness."

"I agree wholeheartedly."

"Then we're in agreement?"

"Of course, madam."

"Good. I'm long over due."

I was just about out my door when Thisley said, "I want you to know, madam that I shall always be at your service, always. You will not be disappointed. I am unlike the others. And besides, you utterly intrigue me, if you don't mind me saying so, madam."

"I don't."

When I returned home later that night, well past two and with a giant engagement ring on my finger, I headed straight to my bedroom and began to undress. No sooner had I slipped off my tank top did I notice my butler off to the side of my bed.

"Good evening, madam."

"Good evening, Thisley."

I undressed down to my panties and approached him, "Let's not waste any time. Spank me."

Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…..