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time!" Cindy warned. She often used the suggestion of hiring a female personal maid to encourage me to do my best, but it was an empty threat. I knew she liked me as her maid.

"Frank and I will be out at a party tonight, so you should have time to catch up with my hand-wash things. Christie will be over to baby-sit, and she'll be in charge, of course. You'll be on diaper duty, though she'll ring for you when Missy needs changing. Oh. . . I also told Christie you'd be happy to polish her nails for her, since she has a heavy date tomorrow night. I told her what an excellent manicurist you

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"Yes, Ma'am," I said, not really liking the fact that the pretty, demanding eighteen-year-old would be in charge. Christie was the couple's regular babysitter, and the only person outside of Cindy's New York circle who knew about me. And a manicure would give Miss Christie the perfect opportunity to tease me, which she often took a teenager's delight in doing! "By the way, Cissie, our sheets weren't pressed very well this time you'll have to pay more attention to your ironing," Cindy continued, a little annoyed. "And please make sure Missy is always freshly diapered and pantied when her father gets home he shouldn't have to bother with a messy baby that's your job as Missy's Nanny, Cissie!" Cindy said with exasperation.

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"I'm sorry, Ma'am, I'll be sure she's clean and nicely dressed for Mr. Smythe," I said meekly.

"Oh, and how could I forget! Last night I heard the baby crying just as Frank and I were going to have sex, Cissie. Can't you ever remember to keep the door to the Nursery closed when you walk her at night? One reason we have you as Missy's Nanny is so we can continue to have a nice sex life. Lucky for you, we ended up making love twice anyway. I was thinking last night that I'd have to spank you this morning for interrupting us in bed, Cissie!"

"Yes, Ma'am; I-I'm sorry, Ma'am," I said, blushing as I always did when my pretty mistress casually talked about having sex with her handsome husband; or about spanking me! She still spanked me sometimes if I'd been "naughty," but it happened less and less often.

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Cindy laid back on her chaise and began reading her novel. She waved her hand quickly, signaling my dismissal. I curtsied silently in response, clicking off on my heels to the kitchen. As I walked across the patio, I was startled to see one of the neighbors out walking her dog, looking at me over

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the expansive lawn. By this time, everyone knew Cindy had a live-in maid, but they were curious as hell to find out where she'd found such a treasure!

The women in the neighborhood referred to Cindy as "that model" in conversation. They were understandably envious of her spectacular beauty, and were nervous about how their husbands stared at her at parties. The fact that she had a successful husband and a cute baby, as well as an exceptionally obedient and respectful live-in maid, only added to their catty jealousy. Of course, Cindy's real friends were still the models she worked with in the city-she didn't really care what these suburban types thought of her.

At 12:45 or so Mrs. Smythe left to go shopping, driving away in the pretty XJ-S convertible Frank had given her as a wedding gift. I checked on Missy, who was playing happily in her playpen. I rolled the heavy, full diaper pail into the laundry and began sorting the diapers so I could properly clean and launder them. Once a load of diapers were in the washing machine, I brought in the pail of rubber pants and began to carefully hand-wash them in warm water, gentle disinfectant, and Ivory Snow.

As I stood in the laundry busy with Missy's diapers and baby pants, I realized that a rubber apron and gloves were certainly desirable for this particular job. The distinctive nursery odor of wet diapers and rubber pants, mingled with the sweet scent of baby powder, was one I was becoming all too familiar with!

Missy's baby pants were all of the pull-on style, to reduce the possibility of any leaking (heaven forbid!) when her elegantly-dressed mother held her. Most were pink, of course, with a few nice whites, pastel yellows, baby blues and pale lavenders in the mix. Some were quite plain, but many of them were covered with pretty nylon with lacy trim or cute satin bows for details.

Although I had to stop my work to change Missy's diaper and give her a warm bottle several times during the afternoon, I finished my messy laundry chore by the time Mrs. Smythe breezed into the Nursery at 5:15.

"I bought everything in the store, Cissie!" Cindy said with a laugh. "They'll deliver tomorrow morning you can press anything that needs a touch-up and put everything away in my closets. And remember to update my wardrobe book, Cissie," she said as she pulled off her leather driving gloves.