by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 64
I walked out my Park Avenue building into a bowl of spring sunshine. I wore a slim fitting navy skirt that stopped at my knees, navy pumps, and a snow white silk tank top. I was a bit naughty, underneath, wearing just a cut-out bra, but then I have incredible breasts and I like that feeling I get walking down the street knowing I’m a bit exposed.
I finally cut my hair and now it’s just above my shoulders and it luxuriously flows in the New York wind. I felt absolutely divine and noticed even more stares than the usual fare. I used to hate when people stared, but not only have I learned to enjoy it, I’ve realized it’s a certain power I have being top of the beauty chain.
Anyway, it’s been two weeks since I’ve last seen Little John, and it’s also been two weeks since anyone has fucked me. I keep Mel Vins card in my bag. There have been countless times I’ve had pulled it out, turned it in my fingers, and debated whether or not to call him. The only action I’ve been getting, if you want to call it that, is Thisley spanking me.
He spanked me just this morning before my shower. I had just gotten out of bed and all I was wearing was a sheer nightie and little panty. He was standing by the bathroom door and had that look that said I had been out of hand, fresh, and a bit too haughty the day before. We had made an appointment to go over some household needs, but I never showed up and never bothered to apologize. I told him I don’t have to apologize: You’re just the butler
Well, I’m rubbing my bottom now, but there’s not a week that doesn’t go by when I call up the butler’s agency and try to wiggle my way out of the contract, but if I want a butler as good as Thisley, I’m always told I have no choice but to submit to punishment when he sees fit.
So I made my way down Park with that spanked walk. My bottom was extremely tender and hot and it twisted as if my panties were caught up my rear. I always get stares, but whenever I get spanked I get even more. That’s why I wore a panty skirt and garters to keep my bottom sort of corseted, but in fact I think it does just the opposite.
Most embarrassing is running into other household butlers on the avenue. They always stare at me when I’ve just been spanked. They’re not supposed to, but they do. In fact, I wasn’t two blocks past my building when one of the other butlers passed by and took a gander at my hot bottom. It was Cuthbert, Mrs. Younger’s butler.
We both stopped at the corner and waited for the light to change. He said, “Good Morning Miss Dupree.” Butlers don’t bother with the Ms. stuff. And I’m too independent and successful to whine about such old fashioned protocol. I said, “It’s a fine morning, Cuthbert. And yes, I was spanked this morning.” I turned my eyes away to let him know that I didn’t want to continue the conversation.
He let me go first when the light changed. I appreciated his deference. There is little left of that in this world. Everyone thinks they’re equal today, including those with lesser bright lights. I continued on my way. Cuthbert might know that I had just gotten my bottom spanked, but he knows his place, too. And so does Thisely.
As of this moment he’s cleaning out my closets, arranging my spring couture, doing things a good servant should be doing while his mistress is out on the town. That’s why I don’t mind getting my spankings. In fact, I even look forward to them as a reward for his hard work.
It didn’t take long for a couple of guys that weren’t bad looking to give me the I want to fuck you look, but I know how to look hard to get, and I can be very hard to get. As I crossed 73rd I noticed a discarded VHS box. It was a discarded porn movie. Then I remembered that Little John had filmed us fucking just several weeks ago, and like a fool I was loud and had hollered my head off like a good rich white slut.
But I hadn’t forgotten that Mrs. Groton was holding a secret about me and I had to be careful. Someone had found out about my fetish with pimps and whores. It’s not really a fetish. I happen to be, no, I was in love with that monster. I now hate him.
I crossed over to Madison Avenue so I could window shop as well as stare at my reflection in the windows as I made my way downtown. Then the door of dress boutique opened and out walked Jane. I wanted to dart off, but I couldn’t since I was mid block. Luckily she was alone, not with that monster of a man.
She thought she was so sexy in her low cut jeans, high heels, black midriff and gold chain that someone bought her that was around her waist. Okay, she’s almost as tall as I, and she does have what I would call a lovely walk except I don’t think it’s natural, at least like mine. She was very naughty to have her panty band rise above her low-cuts. Okay, it did make her look sexy, but I thought too slutty for my taste. Even when I do dress like that, at least I know how to carry it off.
I don’t know why I didn’t turn the block, maybe I wanted to see if that monster would appear, and yes, in mid thought, he exited Armani’s and put his arm right around her and slipped his pimp fingers through her light golden brown hair. Then he patted her bottom and gave it a squeeze. I hate show offs. Everybody was watching the black and white couple get all funky.
All I can say is that Little John is the most despicable, mean, wicked, man in the world. He tells you he loves you then he cheats behind your back. I’d shoot him if I could get away with it.
They turned their heads together and they kissed, giving each other tongue. I was infuriated. I knew she had been fucked that morning and I knew that she was going to be fucked later. One thing Little John does with a girl is to love her and fuck her a lot. Something all women crave. Except me. I’m past all that silly stuff. They can both get fucked.