46-TV SERIALS, SANDY THOMAS ADVERTISING "A"

laughing

she was serious!

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"Sorry, M-miss I'll get t-to it right away," I stammered, blushing deeply at my mistress' reprimand and her teasing about me playing with myself. And right in front of Miss Susan and Miss Debbie, too.

I scurried off to the laundry room and began to wash the linen skirt and silk blouse by hand. Each had to be done separately, since the blouse was pure white and the hip-hugging skirt was a deep, bright red. My mistress rang for me once to serve cordials. As I served, Cindy asked, “How are my skirt and blouse coming along, Maid." (She often called me "Maid" when she was displeased with me for some reason.)

"They'll be done, Miss. I've just about finished laundering them, and then I'll dry them properly by blocking them and get up early in the morning to press them for you." I said quickly.

Cindy looked annoyed as she waved her hand at me with a quick, "shooing away" motion.

"Spare me the details, Cissie — I certainly don't need to know how to do laundry. After all, I'm a rich and famous model, for heaven's sake! I'm supposed to have a maid to do all that domestic stuff for me at least when he's not slacking off!"

I curtsied and said "Yes, Miss," respectfully, feeling my face flush from Miss Cindy's comments. The girls controlled themselves as best they could, but there was plenty of snickering as soon as I turned to go. I finished rinsing the garments and then sat in my room for a few minutes taking a break. I dreaded the thought of getting up early to iron Miss Cindy's skirt and blouse. I'd have to get up at 6:00 to get them done, do my morning chores and begin breakfast before I woke Miss Cindy at 7:30.

Around 11:30 the girls left, saying goodbye to me at the door as I helped them on with their brightly-colored spring

coats.

"You can come do my housework anytime, Cissie!" Miss Susan teased, as she reached back and pinched my bottom. "Those pink panties are just the cutest. Then she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I think you have a sexy behind, Cissie."

As Miss Debbie and Miss Susan laughed and left, all I could do was silently blush and curtsy to them.

CHAPTER FIVE

MAID IN FORM "A" 47

ONCE THE GIRLS HAD GONE, I STRAIGHTENED UP THE LIVING ROOM and cleaned up the kitchen. Cindy lolled on the sofa, lazily glancing through a glossy European fashion magazine. Soon Cindy retired to her room and I dutifully followed along behind. I undressed her and turned down her bed. Cindy had a rare Saturday shoot scheduled for the next morning, and she needed her beauty sleep.

I dressed her in a pretty ivory silk camisole and matching tap pants. I had taken off the price tag when Miss Cindy arrived from a shopping spree last week and knew how expensive they were $236.00 for the set. However, the tap pants fit Cindy's perfect rear flawlessly and the camisole was trimmed with exquisite lace, so maybe the price wasn't that bad. Besides, they looked like they'd feel marvelous to sleep in.

Once I'd finished helping her dress, Cindy sat on the edge of her bed and crossed her legs tightly. She shook back her hair and calmly ordered me to bring her hairbrush.

I nervously got the large, flat hairbrush from Cindy's vanity and brought it to my mistress, who was quite reserved and looked severe and elegant in her expensive lingerie.

"Stand in front of me and bend over and hold onto the night stand, Cissie," Cindy said very firmly.

I gulped and hesitated, but the stern look in Miss Cindy's eyes meant she was serious. I decided to do as I was told and bent over and rested my arms across the low night stand, grasping the far edge with my hands. Cindy flipped my short skirt and petticoats up out of the way. The combination of my high heels and bent-over posture made my bottom a very tempting target. "SMACK!" "SMACK!' Miss Cindy

"SMACK!" spanked my upturned rear with the hairbrush, not even bothering to pull down my panties. The skimpy little satin bikini didn't really offer much protection anyway. Miss Cindy lectured me as she spanked my pantied behind.

"Sometimes I ask for clothes that are still in the laundry, Cissie. You should simply tell me 'Yes, Miss' and then get them done quickly for me. Don't ever tell me something's not ready again, especially in front of my friends!"

"You think you can slack off because you're doing me such a big 'favor' being my male maid. I refuse to let you get away with anything more than a girl servant would get