by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 101
The following day I was at a cocktail party at the opening of a new store on Madison that carried a part of my line. Early evening light flooded the new boutique and everything looked absolutely gorgeous including me. I was wearing a playful St. Laurent skirt that, how do I say, swooped out like taffeta and showed off my good long legs. I had slipped on a little pink satin lace panty that didn’t do much to cool off my still hot bottom.
I was holding the usual glass of wine and chatting away with some people in the business but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t keep my mind off my bottom. Every twitch and I could feel it. The terrible thing is that it made me horny. It made me think of my little whipping and I had been whipped well not brutally but sensually so I’d crave more. And that’s what always made me come back to my punishers.
I was dying to call back the groom. I had entered his number in my phone and all I had to do was take it out and dial. I didn’t want him to think I was begging. But I knew he was waiting for me. I could see him smiling, tapping his whip on his thigh like he had done the day before while I slowly undressed for him so he could punish me.
I was losing interest in what everyone was saying. I kept on thinking of the bridle and the way he held back the reigns to keep my head up and the way he hit my bottom just right. I was afraid that maybe he wouldn’t be there. Maybe he got fired. It was only one day, but I was becoming obsessed.
A well dressed guy, I didn’t know him, turned to me and asked, “Something on your mind?” What was I supposed to tell him? Oh yes, you see, my bottom is sore, and I want more?
No one there knew that I was a girl who got spanked. So I turned to him and pretended, “You know. The usual kind of things.” He nodded. I could tell he was horny. But I was horny in a different way. It was a way that could be satisfied in only a certain way. I needed a little abuse, nothing rough, but just enough. I needed someone bold, someone like Little John.
I excused myself and walked outside. I saw my reflection in the window. I was stunning. All the men turned their heads at me as they walked by, including all the jealous woman. I put the phone to my ear, “Hello”. I had dialed him. I just had to.
“It’s me. Caroline.” I thought I was disconnected. I yelled into the phone, “Little John, is that you?” I knew he was being naughty. “Stop it, Little John. I know you’re there.” Still nothing. I didn’t think it was funny anymore and said, “You can go fuck yourself.” That’s when I heard the laugh. It was deep and familiar and it made me laugh too. I said, “You like being bad to me.” “Is there any other way?”
I said, “It’s been a while.” He laughed, “Is this a reunion call or have you just realized that I’m the only man who can satisfy you.” He was teasing me and I didn’t like it, “You’re wrong. I was satisfied yesterday.” He asked, “There’s many ways to satisfy you.” He was right but he was good at them all.
I couldn’t hold out any longer. I had to tell him, “I’m burning, Little John.” He thought about that, “Ohhh.” “I’m really burning. It’s the day after.” “Somebody new?” I didn’t want to admit that but, “Yeah, it was, well, I went somewhere and somebody got a hold of me.” He thought about that, “What’ch you mean somebody got a hold of you?”
“I mean exactly that.” Little John wanted to know more, “Didn’t he fuck you, too?” I said, “No.” “Why not?” I said, “Because, I couldn’t let him. His position.” L.J. laughed, “Since when did that bother you?” I didn’t think that was funny, “In this case it wouldn’t have been advisable. He works for a good client of mine. Allowing him to punish me is one thing.”
Little John tested me, “You’re really burning?” I said, “God, am I burning.” “He spanked you good.” I said, “He whipped me. With a riding crop.” Little John laughed, “How’d you make it home without him fucking you, too?” I said, “It was hard. But now I’m dying.”
Little John thought about it and said, “Want me to fuck you?” I didn’t want to insult him. I love when Little John fucks me, but this was different. I needed to be pimped. I told him. He said, “I can arrange a gang bang.” I didn’t like this tone and told him, “I’m not a slut, Little John. You know I’m not.” “Didn’t say you was.” “Then why a gang bang?”
Little John said, “Take it or leave it. They ain’t gonna know who you are anyway.” I knew he was doing this because of the money he could make off a hot white girl like me. But I needed a stranger to fuck me. I said, “Are they nice guys?” He laughed, “I’m nice. That’s all you gotta worry about.”