by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 106
Mr. Farrelli walked in the door just in time to rescue me from this little nut. I immediately told Farrelli how horribly Marco had behaved and how he had treated me with disrespect. I reminded Mr. Farrelli that I was the one who showed him the way to gain the respect of his daughter.
Mr. Farrelli thought it over. There wasn’t any need to do that. I said, “I think you should speak to the boy right now. “Did you provoke the boy?” I didn’t like that. “You should be asking the little spoiled brat.” Mr. Farrelli wouldn’t budge. “Did you or did you not provoke the boy?”
I said, “All I did was ask where you were and he got fresh.” Marco said, “Dad, she said you were foolish to let me stay here alone.”
Farrelli turned to me, “Miss Dupree. Did you say I was foolish?” I would never say that and he knew that. I was fuming. I said, “Why are you questioning me? He’s the little brat. I came down here to pick up my gala dress and he opens his fresh little mouth just the way you said his sister used to do.”
Mr. Farrelli did more of that mulling and then right in front of the kid asked, “You didn’t make an appointment with me to spank you. I don’t have the time, Miss Dupree.” I was really pissed at the way he embarrassed me, “I came down to pick up my gala dress and I don’t need an appointment for that.” But I caught the boy’s seedy eye as he relished my little secret. He said, “So you do get spanked.”
The little shop was still for a moment. They waited with all the patience in the world. I noticed my gala dress right behind the boy. It was hanging with some other stuff just tailored. I reached for it but Mr. Farrelli, got in my way and said, “Answer the boy.”
I turned to Mr. Farrelli hoping he’d be kind. He crossed his arms to show how stubborn he could be. I turned back to the boy. I wanted my dress. I was sponsoring the gala and had to be there. I took a deep long horrible breath. “If you must know, yes, I get spanked.” That wasn’t enough for the boy. “How much?”
I turned to Mr. Farrelli and said, “This is getting to be too much.” It wasn’t for him, “Answer the boy.” I looked at the kid and said as nonchalantly as I could, as if I were talking about the weather, “When I need it.” Then turned my eyes right away. The boy asked, “How often is that?” Mr. Farrelli took care of that, “She needs her spankings quite often.”
The boy asked his dad, “You give them to her?” And he said, “Regularly. She comes in here pretending she needs something hemmed when what she really wants is a good hot spanking.” The boy turned to me, “Wow, is that really true? What a pervert?” I felt totally humiliated. His tone was totally deplorable. He was a true monster. Mr. Farrelli said, “Answer the boy, Miss Dupree. Answer him right now.”