by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 108
He finished his survey of my legs then got to work on the rest of me. Mr. Farrelli took a phone call and went into the side room. I was alone and under the boy’s gaze. I felt like a target as he studied my sloping tits. Wearing a skimpy halter and a soft bra didn’t help. I was firm and it showed.
I was about to cross my arms when his gaze shifted. A customer was at the door. But the boy waved her away. She saw me, but the boy pointed to the clock on the wall. It was after 6. She didn’t argue and left.
The boy turned his gaze back at me. “What time is your gala party tonight?” I said, “I have to be there at 7:45.” He said, “You have time.” I said, “For what?” He said, “You still haven’t answered my question.” He took my dress and hung it behind the door and shut it. I said, “Time for what?” He said, “To answer my question.”
The truth was that I didn’t have time. He knew it. This wouldn’t be the first time I was put in a position where a man, or in this case, a boy of 18 would make me do what he wanted. Being a piece of ass made men always try to do that with me, and for as long as I can remember.
“You want the dress? Answer my question.” Farrelli was still on the phone and he didn’t look like he was getting off soon. I said, “Why must you do this to me?” “Do what?” I said, “You know, make me say things. Do things I don’t want to?” He sort of shrugged and said, “I’m not making you do anything. You can walk right out of here.”
He was a prick. A little mean prick. I wanted to hit him. He knew it. But he didn’t flinch as I raised my hand. He said, “Go ahead. I’ll floor you.” He was half my height, but there was weight to his words. I gave in, “Okay, it’s partly true.” He said, “The hell you mean partly?”
I said, “I mean, I come in here, because, well you’re father is my tailor.” The boy said, “You come in here to get spanked. I know you do. Don’t lie.” His certainty was irritating. I was going to lie, tell him that his father and I talked about his daughter getting spanked. And it was like he was reading my mind. I opened my mouth and shut it. Without saying a word his eyes silenced me. He said, “When you want a spanking you come in here and expect my dad to drop everything.”
I said nothing. He said, “Your silence speaks for itself.” I felt like I’d been had. He looked me over again like I was his property. I turned. It was foolish because both sides of me are good. And that’s what his laugh seemed to imply. He said, “Let’s get to it.” I said, “Let’s get to what?” He pointed his finger at me to lower my tight low rise jeans. They were already low enough that I could’ve gotten spanked good and hot as I was.
“How would you know if a girl needs to get spanked?” He said, “Your ass gave you away.” I hadn’t had a hand work my bottom over in a while so I didn’t have the walk, I challenged him, “How could it give me away?” He said, “When a bitch gets horny she shows it in her ass. She does it naturally. Without even knowing it. And if she needs to get spanked, it shows too. All bitches are like that.”
“So I’m a bitch?” He looked at me liking that I had used the word. “Yeah, a hot bitch.” I felt like shit. I said, “I’m a person, not a bitch.” He said….