by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 104
A few weeks later I had to run over to Mr. Farrelli’s. My evening dress was ready for the museum gala, but I needed to try it on and I thought maybe he’d have a little time for me as well.
When I got there I found his son Marco behind the counter downloading songs to his new iPod. I said, “I didn’t know you had broadband here.” Marco looked up and said, “These are from my friends’ CDs.” “Where’s your old man?” He hit pause and stared up at me, “Gone.” I didn’t like the way his eyes roved.
“What do you mean he’s gone? I told him I was coming right over.” The boy said, “Mrs. Groton had an emergency with her gown so he had to go over there,” and went back to his downloading.
I didn’t like being treated like riff-raff and I was sick of Mrs. Groton. I knew the real reason Farrelli was sent over there and that was to spank her in the privacy of her home. It was my fault for introducing Mrs. Groton to him. She has this way of sucking up everything in front of her.
The boy had an odd smile, like he knew something I didn’t. He said, “Thanks for straightening my sister out.” Now I did the staring, hoping the smile would go away, but it didn’t. “Do you have any idea when he’ll be back?”
Still with that ornery look, “Gee, I don’t know.” “Well, didn’t he say something? Leave a message?” He looked me over again, even more satisfied, “Yeah, I’m to take over when he’s out.” I didn’t like the way that sounded either.
“Just tell me when you’re father will be back.” He closed his lap top, “I know you came over to here get spanked.” He licked his chops and said, “I can help you out in that department. I’ve seen my sister get hers.” He stood up to show me what a little man he was. He barely reached my tits.
I said, “I came here because of the gala. Not for what you think, young man.” He said, “You’re not lying to me?” I said nothing. He said, “Are you going to lie to me that you don’t need to get spanked? I hate liars.”
It was a threat, but there was something very real about it. It was as if he knew something I didn’t and the truth was he did. It seems Farrelli told him all about me and I bet he also told the kid to keep his mouth shut, but the little man wasn’t about to miss out on having fun when fun was there to have.
I also knew that if I did lie he’d know it and it would only please him more. I figured if I told him the truth, that I’m a girl who needs to get spanked, that would be the end of it. I figured he just needed to humiliate me so he could have a good time.
He looked me over from head to toe. I was wearing low rise jeans, black heels, and a little black halter that exposed my tummy. I was wearing a lace black bra and panties, the laced hem rising up the jeans. I looked hot. Maybe too hot for the little squirt.
He asked me again, “Are you a woman who needs to get spanked?” He reached for the tailor’s ruler and rolled it’s square edge in his hand. I watched. He did it with a lightness that he must have learned from his father. My eyes couldn’t avert away. I just had to watch.
He lifted the ruler up for a second, held it high and then dropped it on his palm; a light smack cracked the air. Our eyes met, “Yes, I need to get spanked.” I had blinked. He had created the moment it took to get me to admit what he wanted and he took advantage of it and asked, “You mean now?” There was a long silence…….