He let go of my panty dissatisfied someone else had had my hot pretty bottom. “Who else has spanked you since I’ve been gone? I told him no one. “I don’t believe it. I can’t imagine you not getting spanked by someone for that long. You’re a spoiled, selfish and demanding brat of a woman. It’s been more than a month since I’m gone and instead of self-improvement it’s plainly obvious you’ve gone back to your old ways.” I said, “That’s not true. I’ve been very good while you’ve been away. I’ve been very proper and haven’t crossed the line once.”
“The maids say you treat them like serfs. The cook said you throw the food at her and complain. You come home at all hours. Leave your clothes all over the place. Yell at everyone for being lazy and over paid. A lady of the house should have a lot more bearing than that.” I said, “That’s because you’re an old English fuddle dud. I can do what I want and I don’t care what you say.” I stuck my tongue out at him.
He didn’t waste time He spanked my pantied bottom back and forth, “You’re an impish naughty girl who thinks she’s queen of the world. I’m going to put an end to that.” He put me on my side, looped his left arm under my left leg and held my thigh so that my pantied bottom jutted right out, and with this right hand he got to work on me fast and hot.
“Who else has spanked you?” I hollered, “No one.” He spanked me harder, “Who else has spanked you while I’ve been gone? Don’t you lie to me! I’ll take your fancy panties off and give it to you really hot.”
I didn’t want to tell him about the old contractor at my country house. I had felt lonely all weekend because no one had visited me and when one of his workers came over I thought it would be nice if we had a sandwich for lunch.
He had went back to work and I thought I’d take a little nap. I undressed. All I had on was a full bottomed white satin panty with teeny black polka dots and a nice black bow that tied up on the back when the worker walked into my room. I turned sharply at him, “What are you doing here?” I covered up my nice sloping breasts. He said, “Sorry, ma’am, but have to get in here ‘cause of the pipes.”
He thought he could excuse himself by saying, “Hey, we all go naked down by the cove, not like I never seen a girl naked before.” “But you haven’t seen me.” He agreed and sort of turned away for a second, “Nice bathing suit you got.” I said, “I’m wearing panties. I was about to go to sleep when you barged in.”
But he had to work in my room so I decided I’d sunbathe outside and catch a few Z’s before the dinner party that night. I went just as I was.
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 137, by Carrie
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
