My butler Rodney and I had returned home from shopping last Saturday afternoon. We must have cleaned out Manhattan. It was one of those days when I decided that my wardrobe was utterly tiresome. I must have spent twenty-five thousand dollars on some new clothes, and I really deserved it. My business was doing exceptionally well and I need to reward myself with at least something every now and then.

While we were unpacking and putting away my new things, I decided to bring up Anne's spankings. As usual, Rodney was very attentive and purposeful. I told him I thought that Nigel was way too strict with her.

I told him how I had accidentally walked in on her during one of her sessions and had witnessed Nigel giving her a terrific time. Rodney said he had recently had a professional conversation with Nigel, and in fact they had spent several minutes discussing Anne's regimen of spankings.

"So she has a regimen, too"

Rodney said, "As you do with your spankings."

I said, "I only agreed to having a regimen of spankings to satisfy our contractual obligations. I certainly don't need to be spanked. I certainly find the whole thing utterly ridiculous. Not that I wasn't wrong when I mistakenly lectured you that time. But whole the whole thing is simply ludicrous, and I just won't have it anymore."

"Yes, madam." I find it so irritating when he answers me that way.

He said, "You had mentioned that you would like to try this outfit on again as soon as you got home."

I took off my black sweater and slacks, and tried the evening dress on.

"What do you think?"

It was a black Valentino evening dress.

He said, "You're wearing white panties and it shows. Maybe you should slip on one of your black ones."

I said, "Never mind that, what do you think?" He finally approved of my choice. I then asked him, "So what did you talk about with Nigel?"

"Just professional talk."

"I see…did anything concern me?"

He said, "Just a few things."

"Like what?"

"How well you have established your demeanor, how you behave."

I said, "It's none of his business how I behave."

"Of course it isn't, madam, Your personal situation is of no concern of his. I was merely informing him of how well you take your spankings, and how well the regimen has worked for you."

"You think it has?"

He said, "Yes, it gives me great satisfaction that I'm employed by someone of such prominence and character. It's a challenge for me to live up to your standards. But we've have had some success, and I think that you would agree."

"Well, I might agree, but not enthusiastically. I'm not a girl who needs to get spanked. "

"Of course not, madam,."

I told him, "I understand your obligations and I will admit that you effectively fulfill them, still, we shouldn't a have to go through this."

"Of course not."

"I don't want you to think I'm unappreciative. You do your job well."

"Yes, Madam."

He then handed me another black evening gown along with a little black lacy panty and bra. While I slipped up my panties, He clasped my bra."

"What about this dress? Should I go bra-less? It has that 1920s feel"

"Very much so, madam. You might want to try it without one."

He unzipped me and unclasped my bra. I slipped it off and handed it to him.

I approached the mirror. "What do you think?"

"Yes. Much better. A softer more natural look. I think that was the idea back then. A reaction against the confining Victorian corset."

I asked, "You don't think my nipples show much?"

"You are quite firm, perhaps another bra might do." He went and fetched one.

I slipped it on. As usual, he was correct.

I told him, "Then I won't need the bra that I bought for this outfit. You can return it in the morning."

I asked him, " Was there anything particular that you told Nigel that I might know?"

"Yes, madam. I told him although in principle you were against the conditions of the arrangement, you have managed to engage yourself with exemplary conduct. You take your spankings seriously. You always meet your obligations with commendable vigor. I hear Miss Anne is quite difficult; therefore, her situation is not like yours. I much prefer our ability to see things mutually."

I affirmed his conclusion, "So do I."

I tried on another gown, walked to my standing mirror and asked Rodney what he thought. He said, "Another excellent choice."

"Thank you, Rodney. And I think that new suit I picked out for you is just right."

"Yes, madam."

I then asked, "You didn't tell Nigel how you spank me. I told you that no one must ever know."

He said, "Of course not, and it wouldn't be useful in his situation. I did mention, and this is just professional shop talk, that my client, without mentioning your name, that she has to be properly spanked, nonetheless. "

I asked, "What else did that shop talk involve?"

"Nothing of great consequence."

I asked, "Such as what nothing?"

He said, "I mentioned how punctual you are."

"Well, I want to get it over with, that's why."

He said, "I told him you were very upset when I was late with your spankings."

I said, "I just like things to be on time. Either you're going to do it to me or not. I think I've been very fair on that account. I believe I told you from that first that if you're going to do it then do it to me properly and correctly. Am I asking too much?"

"No, madam, you certainly aren't. I did tell Nigel that at every point in time a woman needs someone else to give her a spanking."

I steely said, "I will not have Nigel give me a spanking."

Rodney said, "I'm sorry, but whoever spanks you is not an option that you're burdened with, that is my unfortunate task."

I angrily said, "I still won't have it."

Rodney said, "Then pardon me, would you be discourteous enough to embarrass me professionally?"

I said, "Look Rodney, I'd just rather not have him do it. You may have anyone else have a go at me, but not him. I know you've been thinking of handing me over to someone for my punishments. Especially since you're going away next week. If it is in your professional opinion that I needed to handed over to someone else then do so. But at least make sure that I will be properly spanked. I'm used to your regimen. I only think that is fair enough and since I'm very much against the whole thing, it would be too much to have to participate in anything altogether unfamiliar."

He then said, "Most certainly. I'll see to that. I almost forgot, you know Mr. Farrelli the tailor?"

I said, "Don't tell me you're handing me over to him."

"Oh no, but he seems to be having problems with his daughter. He asked me to speak with you to see if you might give him some advice."

I asked, "Such as what?"

Rodney said, "I'm just the butler, therefore it would have been improper for me to voice my opinion."

I said, "That's quite correct, Rodney."

"Mr. Farrelli said he's tried everything, but he admitted that he has never spanked his daughter. He has never provided the discipline that she needs."

I asked, "Did you encourage him to do so?"

Rodney said, "I told him that you knew something about being disciplined."

I yelled, "Did you tell him what you do to me!"

He said, "Most certainly not, but I did say the reason for your great success in life is that you're properly attuned to your self needs, which his beautiful daughter isn't, and which Mr. Farrelli isn't either."

So I asked, "Just what do you want me to do?"

"Don't you think you might do the man a bit of service such as encouraging him to provide some discipline."

I said, "If you think so, I'll speak with him. But that's all I'll do."

He said, "That's all anyone should do. But you want you make it clear to him how to go about it. He's a timid fellow, if you know what I mean. He's in such a wretched state."

"I'll try to be specific as possible."

Rodney said, "I'm sure he'll be most grateful. Since he does so much extra work for you I said that you might visit him at his shop tomorrow to help him out right before he closes. It should only take a minute of your time."

Rodney was right. Mr. Farrelli had always attended promptly to my needs. I agreed. It was the least I could do.

I then suddenly remembered, "Daniel will be here soon."

Rodney didn't like Daniel. "Are you going to take him to your bedroom, madam?"

I said, "Why bother and ask me that?"

"He is, how do I say, seeing you all the time it seems."

"Yes, considering the situation..."

The door bell rang. I said, " Go answer it.

He brought Daniel to my bedroom. Rodney shut the door on us. I slipped off my gown and let it drop to the floor and stood before him in my very little lacy panties and garter. I wouldn't fuss for him. He wasn't worth it. I just stood there coldly, but it didn't matter.

Daniel loved my body. A boy's dream had come true. I could see the fire in his eyes as I let his hands hungrily search me. I tried to be dispassionate, but Daniel knew better. He played with my good tits, sucking and caressing them with his lips. Then he brought me to my bed.

He slowly and sensually slipped off my garter, and like a fool I wiggled my lovely legs out of it for him. Then he slipped off my skimpy little panty. My lovely body was now bared for him. He stroked me long and slowly. Carefully he sucked and kissed my breasts. I fought against his passion but his passion soon stirred mine. He slipped his thumb into my vagina and slowly opened its moist lips, which receptively held onto him.

I no longer fought him. I craved to be fucked. I helped him off with his clothing and when I found his red hot rod I took it in my hands and put in my mouth so he could fuck my head.

I was his to play with. His to be used. His slut. I put my arms around Daniel's butt and pressed his rod deep into my mouth and like the slut I had become I made love to him Before he came I took his rod out of my mouth and guided it into my pussy and whispered in his ear, "Fuck me all you want."

Rodney must had suffered when he heard my moans and cries seer the silence of my apartment. But I didn't care. Daniel brought the woman out of me, and it was very loud.

When he was finished giving me my fucking, he pulled. He left me naked and exhausted on my bed like some slut, his slut. He knew I knew that . As an afterthought he tossed my little panty on my bed, got dressed, then headed to the door.

Before he left, I asked, "When do you want me again?" He said, "I'll let you know."

A little while later Rodney came into my bedroom. He stared at me. I was sprawled out on my bed. My bush was sticky with cum. I lazily asked, "What do you want?" He said, "You'll be late for your dinner party."

I smiled and looked away, "Who cares?"

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To be continued……..