Her Pull-Up and Her Housework

As you recall, Imogen is certainly a good maid, and she rarely earns spankings. She does have a couple problems though that tend to get her in trouble. And since she is in a pull-up, you should probably be a little extra strict with her. You inform her that you will be inspecting the work she has done today, and that when you are done you will be checking her panties as well.

When you tell the alluring maidservant that you intend to check her work for the day, she reacts with nervousness and concern. This makes you suspicious that she may not have been doing her best, but try as you might, you are unable to find anything to complain about in her cleaning, vacuuming, dusting, scrubbing, tidying or laundering. The kitchen and bathroom are spotless, your possessions free of dust and dirt. One thing you discover in your explorations is that you now have a cabinet in your bedroom containing all manner of spanking accouterments and even some bondage gear. Your bathroom has an enema stand in it, along with castor oil and a few other unusual medications. A potty chart hangs from one of the walls in your foyer, with Imogen's name and two others on it. Each has had pretty mixed performances, and one seems to have only recently gotten out a long period in diapers. Even your cellar has changed. It used to be solely for storage, but now it contains a whipping post, a wooden horse, and you notice hooks and eyes hanging from the ceiling. Imogen seems especially nervous as she accompanies you down here, probably for good reason. This is where you take girls for the really harsh punishments, and you have no doubt Imogen has gotten one or two. But she sighs in relief as you climb back up, having found nothing to complain about.

You are about to pronounce yourself satisfied, when you look out of the dining room window. Two things strike you: firstly, the glass is slightly streaky, showing that whoever cleaned it didn't do a satisfactory job, and secondly, Imogen said that she had tidied the garden, but you can see several leaves and small pieces of debris on the lawn. Of course, punishing your grad-student for leaves blowing into your garden after she finished work there would be completely unfair, but it gives you an idea and you order her to strip to her pull-up and go out to collect the offending items. You are pleased that she seems embarrassed by the prospect of going outside like that. She blushes pink, her ears and cheeks flaming. Even her neck goes red and shoulders go red, right down to her turgid nipples, and she scuttles out, trying to hide her pink pull-up. She seems especially careful about hiding it from you, often going sideways.

You pick up her quirt, flexing it in your hands as you watch her. She looks up, notices, and pales. Then she begins moving faster, her eyes wide with fear. Soon she comes back inside. "I found," she begins, but you cut her off by reaching in between her legs. Her pull-up is soaked, the padding clammy and wet, and the back bulges. She sees the expression on your face, and begins to frantically apologize. "I am sorry, Sir, but you said not to call unless it was an emergency and I didn't think me needing the bathroom counted and I just couldn't hold it..."