by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 103
Landing in New York was nice. Landing in Little John’s bedroom was even better. He shut the door, tugged my jeans down and put me over his knees. It had been a long time. His flagrant philandering with other white girls got me jealous and he knew it, but he also knew that I would soon give in and come back to him, but I’d have to pay for it. He tugged my panties down and got to work on me. I was paying.
I couldn’t kick. My ankles were bound by my jeans. He smacked my bottom hard and hot and soon it hurt, really hurt. I was making noise and I was getting louder, but he didn’t stop.
The door opened. It was Delmore. I turned to him and cried, “Tell him to stop. Oh, please, Delmore, please tell him to be nice to me.” But he didn’t. He sat down on the couch and watched. Delmore loves to watch me get spanked. I thought maybe the girls downstairs would need him. They didn’t.
“Arch your bottom.” I said, “Stop, Little John. I’ll be good. Please stop.” But he didn’t. So I did what I was told and arched my bottom so he could hit me hotter. He told Delmore to get the crop and smack my bottom hard whenever I dropped.
Delmore returned with the crop. “Don’t, Delmore. Oh, God. Please don’t whip me. Don’t, please don’t. Please don’t.” He stood only inches away from me ready to smack my hot bottom if it dropped. But it was hard arching up under the fierce smacks of Little John’s hand.
And so I got the crop the way a white girl does when she doesn’t behave. I got it hard from both of them, both taking turns with me until all I could do was holler and cry. I shook my head and kicked my bound ankles as they worked me over, “You gonna behave, girl?” “I’ll behave, I’ll behave. Oh God stop! Stop! I’ll behave!” But they didn’t.
Delmore knew how to use the crop and no sooner did my bottom drop a millimeter did I get it. The stiff neck of the crop singed my bottom, “Oh, God stop! What are you doing to me! Stop! Stop! I’ll be a good girl! Stop! Stop!” But Little John knew how to tame a white girl and there was only one way and that was to give it to her hot and hard.
When they were done with me they left me on the floor. Little John sat on the couch. Delmore slipped away. I hoping they might hug me. Instead, I was given some dope and soon floated away. Everything was a haze and in that haze someone entered the room and tugged my jeans off my ankles. It was a john. He put me on the bed and did what he did.
Later that afternoon Little John woke me. “Let’s go buy you something.” I was back in his good grace. But something came up and I had to go.