by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 92
I was supposed to meet Laura after work, but she’s an attorney. I don’t think anything more has to be said.
Actually it didn’t matter. We finished the Spring collection and were working on Fall and we had to meet a whole new series of deadlines. Juggling them is the hardest thing to do, not including show times in Paris, Milan, and New York. I managed to get Mr. Farrelli, my personal tailor (previous chapters will clue you in), to work on some of my new ideas. He now has an office in our suite and does Wednesday through Friday at his shop. (No one knows anymore than that).
I passed his office, looked in, but he was busy at work. John, my CFO, called me from down the hall. He’s sweet, he’s married, and he’s in love with me. I pretend I don’t know. He pretends he doesn’t know. If I counted all the men who have crushes on me I’d be doing nothing but that. I spoke with John, approved his idea and headed back to my office, with just a glance into Farrelli’s office. This time I caught his eye.
It had been a good two weeks since the butler’s boy spanked me hot and hard. I liked the way he made me bend over that table, stretch out and grip the ends, with my little knit tugged up and my panties tugged down. He kept me in my heels so my tight round bottom arched up nice and firm.
I couldn’t get the experience out of my mind. It was sublime, they way I had suddenly felt myself drop deep into myself as my fingers clutched the edge of the table, snapping open after each hot smack on my bottom.
I knew I needed to be spanked as I wandered around my offices. My bottom was burning ripe. I squirmed. I wanted nothing more than to get on my hands and knees in just my panties and bra, maybe bra open with my tits dangling, and get spanked. I wanted nothing more to walk home with that burning spanked walk, wagging my little secret in public.
But I couldn’t. I’m the boss. I should be thinking about business, not getting my bottom sore. I needed to talk to Laura. I felt she could help me. I felt that she would understand my heart and lead me to where I should go. Why? I didn’t know. But I felt desperate, scared, afraid. I got dizzy and had to grip onto the first thing I could grab. “Are you alright?” I turned around, but there was no one there.
I continued down the hall, shut the door to my office, and finally called the person I shouldn’t have. The phone picked up. I knew the voice, “Well, well, talk about waiting till the cows come home…” I agreed to meet him.