RELUCTANT PRESS

maxed at the thought of kneeling at Mrs. Wales feet while I rolled her stockings up her long legs.

And then I fell into a peaceful sleep.

I had assumed that what she had done to me Friday night was my punishment, but I assumed wrong.

Mrs. Wales had Susie call me over on Sunday afternoon and I eagerly accepted, anticipating a fun time with my honey. I was in for a rude surprise. With Susie sitting silently next to her mother on the couch, I stood before them and listened to my sentence. Beginning today, and continuing for a week, I had to keep Mrs. Wales' bedroom clean, make her bed every day, and do all her laundry and ironing, "Including, of course, all my hand wash dainties," she added with a sly grin on her face.

Damn, I had barely enough time to get all my own work done and it would really be a problem to add all this. "B...bu...but, I..."

"Perhaps you would prefer that I get the pictures blown up and distributed around school?"

"No, Ma'am. I'll get started right away."

My anticipated "fun" afternoon with Susie became an afternoon in hell. Mrs. Wales made me wear an ugly flowered housecoat while I did my work and tied a matching kerchief tightly around my head. I spent four hard hours changing the linens on her bed, dusting and vacuuming her bedroom, scrubbing her bathroom, and washing and folding two loads of laundry.

She seemed quite surprised that I did not know how to do the hand wash.

"I thought that you did all the laundry at home?" "Yes, but Mom does things like that," I answered. "Well, we'll have to see about changing that," she muttered as she had me follow her to her bathroom. She had me first sort through her hamper and separate all her "dainties" as she enjoyed calling her panties, bras, garter belts, slips, and stockings. I filled her sink with warm water and added a liquid, perfumed soap. The items to be washed were left to soak for awhile and she watched as she told me how to gently swish the things around and rinse them all twice in clean water. She showed me how to set up a wooden rack to hang the "dainties" to dry.

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RUFFLES & CURLES

By Kammi Morton

I agreed to do all the ironing on Monday and repeated the whole process on Friday afternoon and night!

Each afternoon, I rushed from school to Susie's house, changed into the housecoat and kerchief, and picked up her mother's room and made her bed. I was certain that she deliberately left it untidy for my benefit as I knew that she was usually very neat. Her underwear was strewn about the room and wet towels were left on the bathroom floor, all for me to pick up.

I was exhausted by the end of the week, doing all my chores at home as well as being a maid for Mrs. Wales, but my reward on Friday night made it all worthwhile.

CHAPTER FOUR: The Sorority

I was terribly nervous about seeing any of the girls in school the following Monday, thinking that they would laugh at me and probably tell all their friends too. But that did not happen. All four made a point of coming up and talking to me and apologized for getting me into trouble and saying how terrific I was to take all the blame.

"We'll make it up to you the next time," added Linda with a wink.

The next time? So they planned to do this again? I was not sure if I wanted to subject myself to further humiliation yet knew that if Susie asked me, I was powerless to say no.

In the meantime I began to wear panties every day except the days I had gym. And every night I put on my silky nightie and even got to the point where I felt comfortable enough to wear it while I set my mother's hair or did some ironing in the evening.

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The "next time" came two weeks later.

Susie had me report to her house right after school on Friday. She told me to bring the underwear set that I had gotten for my birthday. She told me that "Danielle" was going to be paying another visit and would be spending an evening with the girls.

She brought me right to her bathroom where she had prepared a bubble bath for me! Telling me not to complain, she began to undress me and in a jiffy I was naked in the hot,

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