Somehow, why, I just don’t know, but I was in no mood for playing the little girl. I had wanted to get spanked, but sometimes something happens. It can be the smallest of things that will suddenly come over me and turn me off and something had. Tom was in the chair waiting. I walked over. I didn’t get on my knees.
I stood before him, hands on my hips, and looked straight at him, “Some old fucker walked into my bedroom the other day while I was getting fucked. He didn’t knock. He didn’t say excuse me. He didn’t even bother to leave a note and say I’ll get back to you when it’s your convenience. What that old fucker didn’t understand is that I’m a self made woman. No man, no sucking of cock, got me where I am. But this stupid fucker didn’t know that. He had some strange blue collar ideas about what the rich are like. He thinks they’re lazy, crooked, soft, and all the regular crap you hear from losers. That pisses me off. You piss me off.”
“You can go fuck yourself you cunt.” I walked over to the bed and tried to get dressed. But he pushed me, and threw my things on the floor. He reached for me but I stepped back. But the next time he didn’t miss. He hit my face hard and I fell back on a settee that toppled over with me. I tried to get up but he kicked me hard several times.
I lay on my face by the side of the bed and in pain. “Stop it, Tom.” His wife was at the door. “You heard me, Tom. That’s enough. She’s learned her lesson.” Her voice was strong, direct, totally in sync with the mind of the man standing between us.
I realized that she was his conscience and that without her he’d fade into madness. She was halfway in the room. “Tom, you come on out with me and watch some TV. There’s a good show on. I got a snack fixed for you. A nice cool drink, too.”
He didn’t look back. He followed her out. She turned back to me and said, “He gets like that sometimes. But he’s basically a good boy.” I said, “Thank you.” She looked at me and said, “As long as you’re alright.” I had a feeling she’d been where I’d been before. Kindness often follows that.
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 141, by Carrie
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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