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working for a witch sometimes. I even laughed about it with Frank he was getting hit with it too, of course.

When Cindy gave birth to Frank's baby, a darling little girl, my duties expanded I became the baby's NANNY.

While Cindy was expecting, part of the big house was renovated into a Children's Wing. There was a nice Nursery, a large laundry room, and a new maid's room for me. The new rooms were at the opposite end of the house from the couple's master bedroom suite. Cindy explained that with this arrangement they'd have the luxury of being able to sleep (and make love, of course) without being disturbed. As their "Nanny," I would be taking care of their crying infant at night. At least I was finally far enough away that I couldn't hear Frank and Cindy in their bedroom!

Cindy still modeled, but only accepted the more exciting and fun assignments. She was a wealthy young married woman now, with plenty of time to shop for pretty clothes, play tennis, and lunch with her girlfriends.

The couple had decreed that their little darling would only be wearing the softest, most absorbent cloth diapers under the finest rubber baby pants. Unfortunately, the parent's decree would give me loads of extra laundry to do! And I'd even have to launder the baby pants carefully by hand to keep them soft and pretty.

The Smythe household never really settled into a routine until Missy was nearly six months old. With a new baby and some renovation work being completed, the house was in turmoil. By spring, things finally began to be normal again.

ONE HOT MORNING IN EARLY JUNE CINDY WAS LOUNGING IN THE living room dressed in brilliant white linen walking shorts and a short jacket over a mint-green cotton camisole. It was after breakfast and she was playing with her baby while I was working in the kitchen.

As I stood at the sink, I thought I heard her say something, but I couldn't be sure.

Then suddenly I heard Cindy call out sharply for me. "Cissie! Cissie! Come here quickly!"

"Yes, Ma'am?" I asked respectfully as I scurried in from the kitchen, still in the ruffled rubber apron I had tied on to do the breakfast dishes.

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"Missy just soaked her diaper take her to the Nursery and change her. You're lucky her rubber pants didn't leak on

MAID IN FORM "C" -11 When you've diapered her, my pretty new shorts, Cissie. put her in a nightie and see if she'll go down for her nap now. "Yes, Ma'am," I answered, bobbing a curtsy before taking the crying infant from her pretty mother's arms. Cindy and her husband never changed Missy's diapers themselves. I always took care of this unpleasant task of child-rearing for them.

"I'm going out to the patio to read, Cissie-when Missy's down, bring me some iced tea.

"Yes, Ma'am" I said over my shoulder as I quickly swished off to the Nursery with the wet infant.

In the large frilly Nursery, I discovered my mistress was right little Missy's diaper was completely soaked. After she was dried and powdered, I pinned a soft cotton diaper on her. I pulled fresh rubber pants on over Missy's diapers before dressing the pampered infant in her pretty nightie. I was becoming an expert at diapering the squirming baby yet another little skill I'd acquired by being Cindy's servant. Missy luckily cooperated by going to sleep quickly in her fancy crib when I put her down. I went to the kitchen and prepared Mrs. Smythe's iced tea. Placing it on a tray, I walked out on the stone patio to bring it to her.

Cindy sipped her tea and said, "I see you're getting behind with Missy's diapers and things, Cissie. I want you to spend the entire afternoon washing her diapers and rubber pants while I'm out shopping with Debbie, do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am," I said as I stood at attention, smiling slightly. Laundering diapers and baby pants was a tedious, messy job, but I enjoyed hearing my demanding, pampered mistress issuing curt orders. It had become somewhat of a game between us she'd be in a "mood" and be bitchy and superior toward me. She sensed I didn't really mind, I guess. I'd gotten used to her acting this way while she was pregnant. When I think back, I sometimes enjoyed the delicious humiliation of my servant's position. Whatever order she barked out, I just stood there and said, "Yes, Ma'am," sweetly and curtsied to her! Somehow it was exciting to be treated this way by beautiful Cindy. But this excitement was something I didn't understand at the time, and have never truly come to grips with since. Why would I enjoy something like that?

"If you can't keep up with Missy's diapers, Cissie, I'll have to hire a personal maid and put you in the Nursery full