by Carrie
Had he asked me this crossing the street to pick up some groceries I would have laughed, but I wasn’t crossing the street…..
I remembered: when I was a teenager in the south of France, and having already nicely developed, all the men were taking notice of me, especially my tits and gorgeously long legs. Mother decided to take things into her own hands.
We were at the beach arguing about my virginity and whether I had secretly planned to lose it, which she decided was more her business than mine, and it got to the point where I said a few things that really got her pissed; so she had one our servants take me home and spank me.
He had been spanking me because mother was too busy enjoying her summer vacation, and though I think he enjoyed it more than he should have, it was just a little better than mother’s wicked hand.
But I didn’t like that fact that he made a point of getting hold of me on a daily basis, marching me into my room, dropping down my panties, and spanking me. I complained to mother, daily, but it didn’t interest her in the slightest. I’d have go back to my room and receive my punishment.
Worse, my skimpy bikini bottom didn’t cover the swath of redness, and it only seemed to interest people more while I played and ambled on the surf with my friends and family.
She had also, to my surprise and embarrassment that afternoon, gave him permission to fuck me. I was stunned but she put up her hand and warned our servant that it was not for him to enjoy: I was a virgin and needed supervision.
My stripper asked, “What are you thinking?” I was thinking how Mother walked in right at the tail end of my spanking, took a chair, and made herself comfortable. I was over my servant’s knees, swim bikini down, and because mother was there he spanked me hotter than usual just to show her that he was up to her standards.
I was squirming and hollering and terribly crying. My poor bottom was getting it and all I could do was howl like a baby while he yelled at me for not remaining still, which was completely impossible though I did my best — it wasn’t good enough.
Not even a grimace from mother. She could have been knitting for all she cared. Finally mother lifted her finger for him to stop. I let out few good cries, stood up, and rubbed my eyes. All I had on was my string swim bikini top — my cute honey colored virgin bush for all to see.
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 176
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