Hello Miss... ???

Rodriguez! But please Senora, call me by my first name... Kalina.

Ok Kalina, I'm so happy you were able to come in today for the interview. Please have a seat. My name is Tracy.

Oh a wonderful name!

Thank you. Compliments are always a good way to start. Did you have any problems finding hour house?

Ah, a little si. This is such a big campus.

Yes, our University is quite large. Our chapter is one of the largest in the country!

OH, how wonderful. Very good for you.

YEP! We're very proud. So lets get started shall we?

Si Tracy.

First of all, you are aware to what position our sorority is hiring for correct?

Yes yes, it for personal house servant?

That's correct. We are looking for a few special women who can tend to the personal needs of the many girls that live here. Do you have Sororities where you are from?

Um... well in Costa Rica they do have a few schools, but nothing like here in America. So no, I don't think they have sororities.

That's all right. What we are looking for are women with general experience with this type of work and have a deep passion for it.

Si Ma'am, I have good practice serving and I like it very very much.

We shall see. Have you ever catered to white girls before?

Oh Si, Yes, back in Costa Rica I work at hotel in the city. There many American couples stayed.

What was your position at the hotel?

I was the 'Asistente del Sitio'.

Sorry, but I know very little Portuguese.

Uh... I think you call it, yes... 'The Room Attendant'. And excuse me ma'am, but I am speaking Spanish.

Oh excuse me, all you hispanics sound the same to me. So you were a room attendant then. What were your responsibilities?

I clean rooms and run errands for the guests, like bring them drinks to their suites.

And how were your experiences with these guests? Especially the American couples?

The men were nice enough, big tips, but the American women... well...

Its ok Kalina, you can tell me.

Well... please don't take offense, but they can be very demanding... even mean. They would often treat me poorly, even if I work very very hard to make them happy.

I see. We can be a bit demanding, but not without good reason. Did any of it bother you?

No ma'am.

Very good answer. That's what I like to hear, a servant who isn't bothered by the job. Please tell me why did it not bother you?

Because in Costa Rica we've come to expect American women to be... to act... better than us local girls.

Believe me, its not acting. Please tell me the absolute WORST experience you had while working at the hotel?

Oh... ah... let me think. Well... there were good and bad things while I was there. Let me see... ah yes. Once there is this white couple that visited the hotel from I think San Francisco... or is it Los Angeles?

Its not really important sweetie. Please continue.

Ok, well I remember thinking how beautiful she looks, the wife I am meaning. She looked so wealthy and pretty. Short blond hair and nice cloths. Her husband look like a movie star. Blue eyes and brown hair. Wow I thought!

Not like the local boys I suspect?

Oh no. Very handsome he was.

So what was the problem between you and the two of them?

The wife. In beginning she not even know I exist. Only the husband spoke 'thank you' when I would deliver drinks or towels. I don't mind. Then after third day she was in very bad mood. Later I find out she catch him flirting with a local girl at a party. Costa Rica has many good parties at night.

I'm sure it does, but that's an awful thing for him to have done. I would never tolerate my future husband flirting with a simple local.

Yes, well when I come up to the room later with drink she order, I believe she took notice of me for the first time. I didn't like the look on her face when she did. It looked angry.

Angry? At you? But you hadn't done anything wrong... yet!

I believe she noticed that I was a local girl to. That her husband might want to flirt with me or something. I think she want to punish me for that.

Hmmm yes, well I can understand that angle.

When I try to hand her the glass, I know she purposely let it fall to the floor. She yelled and screamed at me. I want to cry. She slap my face and kicked me in the butt as I ran out the room.

That sounds dreadful. I would never risk breaking a nail like that. No way!

I think the hotel was afraid to lose her business. That is why the hotel agreed to send me back to her room to be 'disciplined' as she called it.

Disciplined? Wow really?

Yes Ma'am. That's what the Encargado, or Manager said to me as I wept before him. I was so angry to be made to do this, but I needed the job and money. In Costa Rica its hard for a girl like me to make good money.

But Kalina, you are a very beautiful woman. It can't be that hard for you to find work.

You make me blush Miss, but I see some of the girls in this house, and they are much prettier.

No question about that. So back to the hotel?

Well I was very nervous as I make way back to her room. What would she do with me? Would she hurt me? Would her handsome husband help me?

If he were my husband, he'd better not.

So I go to her room and she first make me clean up the broken glass on the floor. The whole time I feel her mean eyes on me. Then, when finished, she says that I should be punished for what I had did.

And what was it that she said she would do?

To... to punish me... she want to...

Yes you silly, I know she wanted to punish you, so tell me what she did?

I'm sorry madam, I am a little embarrassed...

Its ok to be embarrassed, your telling a stranger how you were punished by another woman. I perfectly understand, so please continue.

She grab my chin roughly in her hand and tell me that I am a stupid Latino and that I would pay for disrespecting her the way I did. I try to plead that I was sorry, that I didn't mean to drop the glass, but she insisted on punishing me. She let go my chin and sat down on one of the chairs. When she tells me to lie across her lap, I begin trembling with fear. Only my papa has ever taken me across his lap before, but now that I was a big girl he doesn't spank me anymore. I flew to her feet and begged her not to hurt me. But when she rose and went to the phone, I surrendered.

Wise choice.

She sat back down so I could lie across her legs. I feel like a little girl when she lifted my dress over my bottom. I start to whimper when she takes off her high heel. I knew it was going to hurt bad.

She was going to spank you with her SHOE?

Si.

My goodness, how devilish. Did she at least leave your panties on?

At first yes. As she whacked my bottom I cry and cry. The pain was very great and I could not stop from shaking my butt on her knees. When she stop to roll my panties down my thighs, I do not even pay attention, only happy that she had paused her heel spanking so I could calm down. But I scream even louder when she start to spank me more.

Hmmm, you Latin girls are known for your large asses. There must have been plenty to hit for the lady.

Si. She spank me for ten minutes, always telling me how stupid and ugly I am. How I am third world and useless. She was hurting me very much.

Tisk tisk tisk, don't you mind what she was saying to you. I'm sure she was just all caught up in the moment and still upset about what her husband had done earlier. Besides, I'm sure not all of what she said can be true.

Thank you madam, you are too kind.

Was her husband there to witness the punishment?

No, he was out. But he did watch on other occasions.

Other occasions? You mean there were more?

Si. After she finally let me leave, she call front desk and tell them it would be best if I alone served her room for the remainder of their stay. For the rest of her vacation I would remain in her room and serve them any way she wished.

Oh wow, a personal servant for me and my husband. That must have been great for her, such a lucky girl. What did she have you doing?

Mostly she would have me wash her in the shower, shave her legs, comb her hair, give her foot messages, paint her nails. Things like that. By the end of her stay, I really did feel like I was her slave. She even like to call me her Latina... Butch?

You mean Bitch?

I think that is right.

Ha, that is too funny. Latina Bitch you certainly were. Too too funny. So is that all she had you do for her? Attending to her cosmetic needs?

No. Whenever her husband was not around, she would also... beat me.

Wow... um... do you mind if I ask you how?

Her favorite was still using her high heels on my bottom and making count in spanish every time she hit me. I pass treinta too often. But she also enjoyed hurting my pechos.

You mean breasts?

Si, excuse me. My english is still not so good.

My, you do have rather large breasts. How did she hurt them?

She liked to have me kneel before her, with my hands behind my head and my shirt off. Then she would hit them with a stick.

Gosh, that sounds just plan mean. Why on earth would she do that?

I think it was because in the beginning, when she had me naked while serving her, she several times caught her husband staring at my pechos.

The BASTARD, how awful for the wife.