by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 90
He seemed to be momentarily satisfied. He gave out his next order. “Turn.” I wasn’t sure which way. “Turn sideways.” I did. “Nice. Very nice.” He meant my tits. “Move your arm.” “Why?” “Because I said so.”
I actually don’t mind being told what to do. Rodney then Thisley have spanked me rigorously and regularly for the past two years. I get punished at the slightest hint of naughtiness. If I get too big for my britches, which is usually often, I get turned over and hotly handled. And they don’t care if my household help is around to hear me holler.
The impudent fellow slowly ran his young fingers up my side and then dared to slip them under a breast. “They’re real.” I embarrassedly mumbled, “Of course they are.” They’re big. Nice and big.” I ignored him. I kept my eyes averted and pretended the painting on the wall was occupying my interest. “Take off your skirt.” “Say it nicer.” “I’ll say it anyway I want. Now, take it off.”
I didn’t like his tone one bit, but I knew what I had to do. He was telling me I was naughty, and maybe I was naughty ‘girl’, but he could’ve been nicer, especially since I’m so much older. He didn’t have to embarrass me. But that didn’t stop him. “Why are your being so naughty?” “I’m not naughty.” He grabbed my wrist and slapped my bottom hard. Very hard. “When I say you’re naughty don’t you tell me otherwise.” He finished with another good hot slap to my bottom.
It served its purpose. It woke me up. I knew who was master.
I reached behind and unzippered my Armani black wool skirt. As the trim skirt opened he noticed my white lacy panty skirt. I could feel the heat I was giving off. He looked up and said, “Good girl.” I like being told I’m a good girl. I was hoping he’d say that again. I looked at him, but he said nothing.
His eyes shifted to my tight white lacy satin skimpy panties hugging my bottom. He liked my tight bottom. “You been trained you real good.” “Thank you.” The pretty satin bows of my panties were fancifully tied at my hips like little orchids. He was musing how the little string held the lacy piece over my muff. With just a touch of sneer he asked, “You mind taking off your panties when I spank you….?”