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Cindy had become even more elegant and spoiled than she had been in New York, and strangely, I loved her all the more for it!

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, bobbing a small curtsy to greet my mistress as I stood beside a mountain of freshly laundered and folded diapers. Missy's baby pants were hanging all over the room on lines, drying.

"Is Missy up?" Cindy asked, not even bothering to mention the results of my hours and hours of tedious laundry work.

"Yes, Ma'am she's in her playpen now."

"I'm going to our room to relax bring Missy into me in a few minutes, Cissie," Mrs. Smythe ordered calmly. "Yes, Ma'am," I answered, curtsying respectfully.

I brought the baby into Mr. and Mrs. Smythe's large, luxurious suite. Cindy had kicked off her shoes and dropped her gloves and purse casually on the floor. To my surprise, she had also thrown off her jacket and stripped out of her linen shorts. Her summery soft cotton panties matched her mintgreen camisole perfectly, of course.

I liked the hot days of summer-Cindy often wore cotton panties and camisoles to help stay cool. They were imported from Switzerland and were very expensive and delicate. Still, I could wash them in the machine on "gentle" if I was careful about mixing colors.

The young mother sat on her bed cross-legged in her pretty camisole and panties and played and cooed with little Missy.

"Straighten up in here, Cissie," she told me mechanically, not even looking up from her happy, gurgling baby. I had been her maid so long she sometimes treated me like I was some kind of machine, simply there to clean and serve. Perfect, respectful service was now just expected, just as she might expect the light to go on when she flipped the switch. "Yes, Ma'am," I answered quietly as I bent to retrieve Cindy's linen shorts and jacket. Both the shorts and jacket were wrinkled from riding in the car such impractical clothing simply required constant care.

I had heard Cindy admit to her friends that without a full-time maid to do all the hand-laundering and ironing required, it would be impossible for her to dress as fashionably as she did. As her laundress, I certainly had to agree. I spent hour upon tedious hour in the laundry room with Cindy's pretty clothes. Every hour she spent looking marvelous out

MAID IN FORM "C" -15 at lunch with her friends or at some fancy party meant more hours for me at the laundry sinks and ironing board.

Inevitably, Missy wet her diaper and began to fuss and cry. Cindy soothed her for a second by saying, "There, there, precious; Nanny will change your wet pants, and you'll be all fresh and dry again!"

"Take Missy and make sure she's diapered and dressed pretty for her father, Cissie I'm sure he'll want you to bring her out to him when he gets home. And go ahead and feed her dinner now. If she'll eat, that is," Cindy ordered me calmly as she held Missy out for me to take.

"Yes, Ma'am," I softly answered as I picked up the infant, noticing Cindy's breasts swaying gently beneath her brief camisole as she reached up to hand Missy to me.

I stepped efficiently off to the Nursery in my day uniform and "proper" 3-inch heels. I diapered and pantied Missy, and dressed her in a pink "diaper" shirt. These little T-shirts are known to Nannies everywhere as diaper shirts, since their very short length makes it easy to check if baby's wet, and makes diaper changing a snap.

Unfortunately for me, little Missy spit food everywhere with glee as I tried to feed her in her high chair. Because of Missy's sloppy eating habits, I often wore a rubber apron when I fed her. I was glad I had tied one on today, because lots of messy baby food had been splashed on me. Fortunately, it could easily be wiped off the slick, bib-style apron.

Once Missy had eaten all she was going to, I took off her messy diaper shirt and cleaned her up before pulling a fancy, lacy pair of rubber pants on over her still-dry diaper. I dressed the infant in a frilly, pretty dress. Missy was all ready to greet her father when he arrived home from work!

Suddenly a bell rang from my room. I went in and looked at the board that had been installed to tell me where I was needed. The light next to "Master Suite" was blinking back

at me.

I made sure Missy was safe in her playpen before straightening my apron and scurrying off to the other end of the house. Cindy was still in her camisole and panties, but she had on her high leather riding boots! She looked a little kinky in her soft underwear and boots, but I had seen stranger things, I guess.