panty code - dark green

Bottle green/dark green the colour of service.  The dark green is a livery colour  - a colour of service. These betoken a day of service. In a plain skirt and functional stockings the dark green full knickers show a loyal employee who is busily beavering away at cleaning and tidying and with no thought of herself and her selfish pleasures. She works hard and to a good standard.


But the Mistress of the house, my own dear Miss, follows her domestic about the house and intervenes to correct her hard working gurl with generous helpings of encouragement and correction to her dutiful but fat rump. The service green pants wear out in the seat but not from sutting but from the liberality of the spankings, floggings, the tawse and the cane.


But Miss is a kind employer. Often she'll bend her gurl over a work surface or cleaned table to goise her liberally. Or back her into a corner and grab a handful of tit, rubbing the teats in the way she knows will make her swoon. Before sending her back to work with a tut at the hopelessness of slatterns.


When finally the balance of tidiness and order is sufficiently restored she calls a halt and drags her exhausted girl upstairs for some Miss time. A chance to preen and polish the Mistress of the house,  to polish her with soft cloths and rub in sweet smelling lotions. All without interruption now. For Miss' s mischievous spirit is all spent and she's content for her gurl to finish her duties unhindered. Which she will without any chance of Miss lifting a finger to reciprocate.  

Actually I thought about it and this works better with hot pants.  Which are on order...


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