Uniforms

Day 32

Dear diary,

So it turns out none of the clothes Ms Jean ordered fit, except for the underwear and uniforms. She'd gone ahead and ordered a few new uniforms for me since I only had one at the point, but when they came they were the wrong size, clearly made for a shorter woman since they were at least 6 inches above my knees! The rest of the clothes were either 3 sizes too small, or so big that I could use them for tents. Miss Jean agreed that it wasn't the best, but would have to do for now until we got something else. Plus, she'd already paid for them, and reminded me of my ever increasing tab. I thanked her profusely and went to go change into one of the uniforms.

I was no longer staying in the same room; it still needed a lot of work, so all my new things had to be put into an even smaller room that her previous domestic had used. It had a small window, a chair, a mirror, a small bed and closet, and that was it. Luckily I only had a few things now, so it wasn't much of a problem. The only thing is that the room's door that goes direct to the kitchen is jammed for some reason. The only other door leads to Miss Jean's private room, and to get to my room, you have to walk through hers. It's awkward, but she explained that it was fine with her if it was ok with me, and she wouldn't charge me much for the room. I signed the new room contract without looking at it other than the fact that it was 45 Euro per month, which I could just barely actually afford on the small amount Miss Jean was paying me now to clean around the hotel.

Day 38

Dear diary,

I broke a dish today, an expensive one I think. Miss Jean was really angry, and yelled at me so loud I think the guests could hear. I just stood in the kitchen with my maid's uniform on, head hung low, as she told me how ungrateful I was. But it wasn't true! I am so grateful every day for her generosity! She didn't want to hear it though. She told me I had two choices: I could either agree to pay for the dish out of my tiny salary, or be punished another way. I immediately agreed to the punishment, as long as it didn't cost any more Euro. I think Miss Jean smiled a little, but I couldn't tell for sure because she grabbed my pony tail and bent me down over the table. She grabbed the wooden cooking spoon, lifted up my grey maid skirt and spanked me right in the kitchen! It hurt so badly I started to cry, even though it was only 10 spankings. After she was done Miss Jean hugged me and comforted me until I could control the sobs, pressing herself up against my chest. I was still smarting from the spanking, and something submissive in me must have risen to the surface, because diary, I felt aroused. Really aroused. Miss Jean, who was only a few years older than I was, had just given me a spanking like a disobedient child and all I wanted was for her to kiss me on the lips, right then.

I think something is wrong with me.