I kept my frilly white satin panties on hoping he wouldn’t mind. I thought I was lucky because I also had on a thin little panty skirt to hold up my stockings. But I wasn’t.
“I’m going to give it good to you, Ms. Dupree.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Yes what?”
“Give it to me, Sir.”
“Why, Miss Dupree?”
“Because I’m a stupid girl.”
He approached me. I could feel him right behind me.
“Are you going to behave when I spank you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you going to make noise and act improper.”
“No, sir.”
He tapped my bottom with the leather. I had folded myself over my spanking bar so that my bottom would be perfectly exposed for him. I wanted him to know that I was a good girl and knew what to do with my bottom when spanked. He tugged my panty skirt down to my ankles so that it dangled over my heels. Then he tugged my panties just to the edge of my thighs so that my bottom would be firmly showcased. I have a very firm bottom and spankers always let me know. He did so by rubbing his hand on it then slapping it a few times.
“When I’m done with your bottom I’m going to spank your vagina.”
“Yes, sir.” I grabbed onto the side of the spanking bar and waiting. I hate my first spank. It always hurts the most. So I shut my eyes. Jasper said, “I’m not so easy like Thisley. I like to give it hot. I like a girl to feel it. I like her to know who’s boss. When she knows who’s boss she learns and she doesn’t make the same mistake twice.” I got a good hot smack on my bottom. Then another hot slap. Then one that really hurt. I gasped and made noise.
“Shut up, Ms. Dupree.”
“Yes, sir.”
He smacked my bottom again. I jolted up, let out a short cry then got back into position.
“Did you let the doorman fornicate you?”
“Yes, sir. I let him fornicate me” For that I got a very hot spank with the leather. I shut my eyes and let out a sharp moan.
“You tell me you’re a good girl. Yet you let him fornicate you in the stinking basement like a whore”
“When I get hot I can’t stop, sir.”
Jasper said, “That’s utter nonsense.”
“But it’s true. I can’t stop. I can’t. I don’t know what it is.”
“We’ll see about that.” He smacked my bottom hot and hard five times until I cried, “Oh god, stop!” He hit me five more hot times. My bottom was trembling. I bit my lip but the tears started flowing. Then another five times until the little girl in me was bawling. I tried sucking up my tears but to no avail.
“Be quiet, Ms. Dupree or you’ll only get it hotter.” But I couldn’t. He smacked me with the leather five more hot times. I cried after each hit. I couldn’t help myself. I shook and trembled and was just a terrible girl.
“Now we have to take care of that naughty part of your body.” He pulled me off my spanking bar and put me on my bed. He tugged my panties up to my ankles so he could spread my legs. Then he spanked my cunt five times. Then another 5 times each steady and sharp. I wiggled and shook and made a terrible noise, but my cunt was getting what it deserved. I was embarrassed at all the noise I was making. So he switched from my cunt to my bottom smacking it good and hard making me hop up and down. I was behaving terribly. So he spanked my bottom again good and hot and then my cunt good and hot.
I promised, I cried that I wouldn’t be a slut ever again. But promises didn’t mean anything to him…..
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 147, by Carrie
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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