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Subject: In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Part Five
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In The Bank Manager's Cupboard.
Part Five.
(Part four posted yesterday)
David awoke to find Karin in his cell, dressed from
head to toe in leather. She stood arms akimbo, her legs
astride, thighs straining against the tight leather
skirt. Not waiting for him to fully regain his senses
she launched into him, "Do you behave like this at
home?" She indicated the clothes strewn around the room
where he had left them as he had stumbled to find his
bed.
How could he answer? "Um..... No."
With her leather boots which disappeared beneath her
skirt she kicked his handkerchief, still lying by the
door. "What is this," Karin demanded, and looking at
the stained toilet seat, "and that."
David stammered, "Um.... Er.... Sorry." What else could
he say?
Karin strode to his bedside, and nylon swishing against
leather placed one booted heel on his low bed. With her
boot beside him as he half sat up, he was again
conscious of what lay beneath her skirts, although he
dare not look directly. Her arm resting on her thigh,
she leant over him in an intimidating manner, "Is this
the kind of disrespect you show when invited to stay in
your employer's home?" Not waiting for an answer she
insisted, "I think that this throws a different
complexion upon everything. Don't you?"
David tried to ingratiate himself, it looked as though
he might have blown his chances, she'd probably tear up
their contract and kick him out. "I'm sorry Madam, I
won't let it happen again."
Having got him on the run, Karin decided to turn the
screws. "Let me see if I have got this straight,"
looking at the handkerchief by the door, she
summarised. "Instead of going to bed in preparation for
an early start as I suggested, you knelt there and
peeked through the keyhole like a schoolboy. You
invaded my privacy. You watched me undress, and then
jerked yourself off, soiling that handkerchief. Not
satisfied you then proceeded to indulge in this
disgusting behaviour a second time, making a mess on
the toilet seat. Then leaving your mess and discarding
your clothes all over the floor, you flopped into bed.
You remained there, not even having the politeness or
decency to rise and clean up the mess when I turned on
the light an hour ago."
Put like that, David found that it all sounded
appalling, he should be ashamed of himself. And yet,
that wasn't quite how he remembered it. It hadn't felt
that bad when he did it. But it was worse really,
because he hadn't just watched her undressing. What
would she think if she knew what he had seen? Did she
really turn on the light an hour ago? There was nothing
he could say! He searched for words.
"Since you have nothing to say for yourself," Karin
reasoned as she picked up his clothes. "You will I
think agree that your behaviour demonstrates that you
need some basic training. Someone needs to teach you
tidiness, good manners, humility and respect." She
waited by the door and demanded, "Well, do you agree?"
David gave in to the force of her tirade, "Yes Madam,
I'm sorry Madam."
Karin smiled condescendingly, "You will find a uniform
to fit you in the cupboard. Put it on and come
downstairs where we'll make a fresh start. I will
assume the responsibility for your training." She
walked out with his clothes, stating finally, "You may
thank me downstairs."
How had he managed to get himself into such a mess. His
clothes confiscated, David looked again into the
cupboard. His worst fears were confirmed, the only
clothes available were clearly maid's uniforms. He
searched Karin's room for his clothes unsuccessfully.
If he could find them he would go downstairs and
explain that maybe it would be best if they forgot
their agreement, or find some other way forward. Things
were going too fast, for months he had seemed to have
lost control of his life, and this was the last straw.
David was undecided, he couldn't wait here naked. He
could hardly negotiate with Karin if he went down in a
maid's uniform. Maybe she had thought that some other
uniform was in the cupboard. Obviously she couldn't
expect him to put on female clothing! Something of hers
might fit him, perhaps a dressing gown, but that would
only compound the problem, make her more angry.
Copyright: 1986 thru 1997. Christine Stevenson.
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