“Then don’t make it a problem.” He was about five inches away from me. I could feel his breath on me. He turned me around. “What are you doing to me?” His smoothed his hands down my back and said, “I wanna know what kind of skin you got. Last time I spanked you it was on the quick. Take off your jeans.”
I did what he told me. “Keep them high heeled things on.” I slipped my feet back in my heeled Jimmy Choo sandals. I was standing there before him in my bone white satin V string panty, nicely laced on the band and seams, smooth and white over my bottom, lacy and knitted with a bow up front.
He slowly smoothed the palm of his hands over my tummy and said, “Don’t jump when I touch your breasts.” I’m beyond the point of getting upset when spankers play with me. If they want to it’s better to just let them. He slipped his hand in my panty and gauged my bottom. Then he put both hands on my big tits and felt them with his fingers. “You’re pretty full aren’t you?” I said, “Yes, sir.” He said, “Just wanted to know if they was real. There could be a problem with fake ones sometimes. You got to be more careful.” I had a feeling he was telling me he spanked tits as well.
He smoothed his hands down my sides and over my hips. He had good hands. They seemed to take everything in and tell him what he wanted to know. He said, “You weren’t a virgin before the boss’s son violated you?” I told him that I wasn’t. “Are you that easy?” I said, “I’m a well bred girl.” He said, “Oh, I know you got money, which you got from some guy. You all do.” I said, “You’re wrong.” He said, “You didn’t come over here to tell me I’m wrong?” “No, sir. I’m sorry.”
“You’re well behaved. Whoever’s been spanking you has got you trained nice, though you mouth off now and then you know when to shut up.” He was right. “Get over that pillow on the bed.” I got on the bed and placed the pillow under my pussy to raise my bottom up high.
He said, “You didn’t have to be told where to put it.” I said, “I must have guessed right.” He said, “Bullshit. You been trained good. I like girls trained good. She may whine but she does what she’s told. You’re a girl that does what she’s told. And that’s good.”
Somehow it made me hot the way he said that. I got that queasy submissive feeling. And getting me there is good because once I’m there a spanker can do what he wants with me. By saying I’m trained well, I’m not only getting complimented but I feel I have to live up to that.
In a little voice I asked, “Am I going to get it hot?” He said, “You’re going to get it real hot and I don’t wanna hear a word out of you. I got a tough job to do here and if you don’t let me do it I can assure you I won’t be very happy. Are you going to make me happy?” “Yes sir.” “You gonna let me do my job and not get in the way?” “Yes, sir.”
“Are you going to let me spank you without making a fuss?” “Yes, sir.” “Are you gonna get all whiney if I have to use a big heavy wooden paddle on you?” “I don’t like the paddle.” He said, “I don’t give a shit what you like. If you need it you’ll get. If you been bad I got no choice. You know how to confess?” “Yes, sir.” “Good. I’m gonna sit over there and you’re gonna kneel at my feet and tell me all that you done wrong.” I found out what that chair was for.
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 140, by Carrie
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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