Sam had recently dyed her hair bright red. She liked to do slightly odd things every once in a while, and changing her appearance was something she had fun with. Lord and Lady Dansett found it amusing too, as they could never be sure what their estate secretary would look like from one month to the next.
After university and a degree in Business, Sam had found herself working for the Dansetts on a part time basis for a couple of years. Then one summer, Christopher had offered her a full time position. The benefits that came with the job made it an offer she couldn't really say no to. She had been running the estate finances for almost ten years now, and she still managed to earn a healthy bonus every year due to being very good at her job. It didn't hurt that she was a good looking young woman. A fact that was certainly not missed by her employer.
As she had her own office on the ground floor, she was rarely seen by many of the other house staff. She was however still bound by the same house rules that all of the other employees of the household were, and she knew that Lord and Lady Dansett took them reasonably seriously. This didn't bother Sam, as she was the kind of person who liked routine and rules, and thought of them as a stability in life.
She had only ever had one serious relationship, when she was at University, but was always open-minded about the possibilities of another one at sometime in the future. She had a vivid imagination, and was not averse to the benefits of the porn channel and owning a small vibrator that she kept hidden under the bed in her apartment over the stables.
Most mornings of the week, Christopher and Sam met to discuss the daily business of the estate. On one particular day in the middle of summer, she had walked into her office at seven o'clock as usual to discover a letter propped up on her desk with her name on it. She opened it and read the note inside.
"Sam, it was your birthday on Monday, and you kept it very quiet didn't you? Now you know that it's against house rules to keep things like that a secret, and another member of staff brought it to my attention yesterday. So now I have to deal with it. As this is the first time, I have decided to administer your discipline myself, rather than leaving it to Angela to deal with. You are to meet me at the Alcove this afternoon at exactly three o'clock dressed in the clothes that I have left on your bed."
Sam's heart sank a little. She thought that no-one would have known when her birthday was, and as she didn't like to be the centre of attention, she had kept quiet about it. She hadn't even gone out for a nice meal that evening. Now she was going to have to suffer the consequences.
She sat at her desk all morning, trying to get through her workload but her mind was always returning to the thought of what the afternoon might hold. She had lost her appetite, and skipped lunch, and before she knew it, two o'clock had arrived. She put her things in order, locked the desk and made her way over to the stables across the courtyard to the rear of the house. Her expensive heels clicking across the cobbles like the countdown of a clock. She made her way up the wooden spiral staircase to the apartment door, unlocked it and went inside. The sun was shining brightly across the floor of the lounge, the bare oak floorboards showing their beautiful grain in the afternoon glow.
Sam looked across the room towards the bedroom, and after a slight hesitation, walked over and pushed the old wooden door to reveal her four poster bed. On it lay a shallow dress box, and beside it a shoe box. Both were a lovely Ivory colour and looked expensive. Beside the two boxes lay her vibrator and a porn magazine that she kept in the bedside table. She felt her cheeks go very hot as she blushed, even though there was no-one else in the room. She walked over and lifted the lid of the shoe box first. Inside were a pair of red snakeskin court shoes with small black details. There was another piece of paper laying on top of them.
"Thought these would go nicely with your hair."
She calmed a little as she took in how gorgeous they were, nestled in the gold tissue paper. She then turned her attention to the larger box, and lifted the lid. Inside was a dress. It was a charcoal grey colour, similar to her business suits. She held it up to see it's shape. It was not as expensive looking as the shoes, but was still nice all the same. It was a little shorter than she was accustomed to wearing, even though she was quite proud of her toned legs. It was also sleeveless, low cut, and had a zip fastening all the way down the front which she thought a little unusual. All of these aspects made her a little uncomfortable. Her reservations aside, Sam slipped out of her pencil skirt and white blouse and began to dress in her new attire. As she was slipping the shoes on, she noticed that there was a small gold box in the bottom of the shoe box. She picked it up and recognised it as a lipstick brand. She removed the little tube from the box and looked at the name of the colour on the lid.
"Dirty Mind"
She removed the lid to see that it was a blood red shade that was more daring than she would have ever bought. Once she had completed dressing in her new attire, she glanced up and caught a glimpse of herself in the long mirror on the side of the wardrobe. She had to look a second time.
'Wow'. Was all she could manage. She had to admit that Christopher certainly had a very good eye for clothing and style. Everything seemed to work well together, even with her bright red bob cut hair, the lipstick didn't clash at all. And those shoes! Suddenly she felt a little more confident, even though she was supposedly being 'disciplined'.
It was now twenty to three, and time to get going. The last thing she wanted now was to be late, that would not go down well.
