I didn’t mind having my bottom spanked. I’m used to getting punished, but I had no desire to confess. I knew that without the confession there would be no account for my spanking. They went hand in hand. I said to him, “I just want to be spanked. That’s all,” hoping he’d just get down to business. Jasper looked at me as if I were the most impudent girl on earth. He smacked me. He’s allowed to smack me if I talk back so I suppose I got what I deserved. I confessed.
“I meet the doorman out back when I get home sometime. I usually call first to tell him I’m coming so he can sneak me down to the basement boiler room. Then we smoke.”
“Is that what you did today?”
“Yes.”
“Go on.”
“Well, we were talking and well he made me laugh. I was sitting up on a big pipe and he leaned over me and he sort of put his hands on my exposed thighs.”
“You were wearing a short dress?”
“No, it just slipped up as I hopped up on the pipe.”
“Then what happened.”
I said, “He asked me…” Jasper waited. “What did he ask you, Ms. Dupree?”
“He asked me if I was a hot girl.”
“Does he always ask you that or was this the first time?”
“He always does. We get high and he likes to tease me.”
“He doesn’t tease you Ms. Dupree, he knows you. What did you tell him?”
“I said I wasn’t. I’m not a hot girl, Jasper.”
“You lie.”
“Fine. Spank me, already.”
“Not yet. What did you tell the doorman?”
“Well, I kind of feel funny when he asks me that.”
“You told him you were a hot girl?”
I looked for another word but couldn’t find it, “Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell him you weren’t?”
“Because…” Jasper took out a leather strap. “Because…I don’t know.”
“Did you let him play with you?”
I looked away. “Yes.”
“And that was all, Ms. Dupree?”
I waited. He slapped the leather on his palm. The sound of leather on skin did something to me. “No.”
“I don’t understand, Ms. Dupree. You’ve been spanked for the past several years. You mean to tell me you haven’t learned your lessons yet?”
I lowered my head and admitted, “No.”
“Do you think it’s time to learn your lesson again?”
He caught me looking away, “Yes, sir?”
“And so like a stupid girl you let him feel you up.”
He caught my eye this time, “Yes, sir.”
“Did you let him slip his hand under your skirt?”
I pulled at my skirt and said, “Yes, sir.”
“Did you let fondle your big breasts.”
I crossed my arms, “Yes, sir.”
“”What should a wicked girl in your situation get, Ms. Dupree?” He waited, “Look at me Ms. Dupree!”
“A good hot spanking.”
“Drop your skirt and bend over your spanking bar, Ms. Dupree.”
I did what he said.
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 146, by Carrie
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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