50 -TV SERIALS, SANDY THOMAS ADVERTISING "A"

Luckily, I rarely had to be disciplined since I was by nature (and hormones) an almost perfect servant.

AS I RUBBED MY BOTTOM, I REMEMBERED ANOTHER FORM OF

discipline Miss Cindy had employed to correct me last March. One day when Miss Cindy was off on a shoot, I kicked off my heels to do the housework. I hadn't really seen anything wrong with it, but my mistress thought quite differently. Miss Cindy was in a rare mood when she'd come across my ruined nylons in the laundry room. I had practically worn the feet right out of them by going about my work without shoes on.

"I'll fix you, Cissie!" Miss Cindy said ominously when she strode into my room holding the tell-tale nylons. I didn't know what to expect I was still new to all this then.

Several days later before she left for a fashion shoot, Miss Cindy told me to come to the living room.

"Sit down and take off your shoes, Cissie," she said calmly.

I slipped off my three-inch heels as Miss Cindy pulled a pair of spike-heeled patent pumps out of her aerobics bag.

"Put these on, Cissie," she said, briskly handing the pumps to me.

I slipped the heels on my feet. The spiky heels were more than five inches high. Sturdy ankle straps were attached, which I somehow knew were unusual on pumps. I was about to buckle the straps when Miss Cindy said, "I'll do that, Cissie. Come here and put your foot up on the table for me.

I minced over to the table carefully, unsure of my balance in the very high heels. I steadied myself and put my foot up on the coffee table. Miss Cindy buckled the ankle strap and then ran a little padlock through the metal hoop that held the strap closed. A sharp “Click" and it was done.

"Okay, now the other one," Miss Cindy calmly instructed.

With the spiky pumps securely locked on my feet I stood up, balancing unsteadily. Miss Cindy made a little show of tucking both keys deep into the pocket of her skin-tight jeans. The haughty rich girl then ordered me to go fetch her coat for her. Miss Cindy watched with amusement as I gingerly minced to the closet to fetch her coat in the towering heels.

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"You do your housework with those on for just one day, Cissie, and then tell me how you don't like wearing 3" heels!" Miss Cindy announced as I helped her on with her coat.

"I have a big assignment today, Cissie, so I won't be home until pretty late and neither will the keys to those shoes! Bye now have fun with the housework," Miss Cindy had said with a lilting voice as she breezed out the door. "And it better all be done, too, Cissie!" she warned me as she gave me a stern look over her shoulder.

It was awful doing the housework in the sky-high heels. Even before lunch I had gotten tired of girlishly mincing around in them! When Miss Cindy finally arrived home at 8:30, I was dying to have them unlocked. Miss Cindy extended my punishment for a few more moments, making me mix and serve her a martini while still in the sky-high heels.

"I don't know, Cissie. You look so cute swishing around in your pretty heels. Perhaps you should always wear them,' Miss Cindy had teased me as I bent over unsteadily to serve her the drink.

Miss Cindy laughed at my pained expression before handing me the keys.

"Go ahead and take them off now, Cissie. I hope you've learned your lesson, though!"

She made me promise to never complain about having to wear standard pumps to do the housework in again. The "training" heels still sat in my closet to serve as a reminder. My unpleasant memories of the locked heels were the reason I had been so nervous about my comments in the kitchen to Miss Debbie. If Miss Cindy had found out I'd broken my promise and complained about wearing 3" heels, I would have been locked in them for a week!

By this time I had learned to wear four or even five inch heels for Miss Cindy's dinner parties with her friends. Sharie showed me some solutions to sore feet but basically I just had to get used to them like any girl would. With my short taffeta uniforms, it seemed appropriate to wear sexy, sky-high heels. Besides, serving and standing around with a tray of drinks for a few hours is quite different from a full day's housework.

SUDDENLY YAWNING, I SHOOK MY HEAD TO CLEAR MY MIND AND SET the alarm for 6:00 AM, (I had to iron mistress' skirt and blouse, after all) and washed my