“You been a bad girl since I last saw you?” I felt a funny odd tingle, a shiver, a paralyzing sort of jitter running right through me. A little nod with my head said that I hadn’t been so good, but I wasn’t sure if he knew what to do with a pretty white girl other than fuck her. I had only been with him once, a quickie, so he could shoot his load and brag who he bagged.
I was hoping that he knew how to make feel like a real slut, to get me there and keep me there nice and long. Yes, I wanted a good hot spanking, but I wanted to kick and scream and get prissy, not get beaten like a dog. I wanted him to allow me to protest, to squirm and make believe I could get away.
I wanted to tell him that I needed to be smacked good, but without having to tell him how. I wanted him to figure it out, because that was a bigger turn on. There are days I need to be treated roughly and days less so. I wanted him to know which day it was for me. I wanted him to know that on this day he could hurt me but not abuse me, that I wanted to be a little girl, not a big girl in trouble, those are for my days with Little John. He knows how to take care of a bitchy hot-to-trot uptown rich pampered girl.
I wanted the kid to know that he could put a collar on me with a chain and make me follow him if he satisfied me, but I wanted it done right. I wanted the kid to go where I wanted to go, deep into my cravings, that should be his pleasure. I was not to be his dog, and if he understood what a slut really was, he could really own me, and I would come back and get all slutty for him, but then maybe I was asking too much; I always ask for too much.
And then I thought about the call I got this morning from that other kid, the real kid, calling me again, that butler’s kid who thought he could have his way. He found my house number in his father’s book and had been leaving messages with a phony name for me to call him back, but I knew his voice. He couldn’t fool me.
I told Anne that Jasper, her butler (see Ch. 88) had a naughty son. She said, “My, my, so you have a little fan.” I said, “It’s against the law if you know what I mean.” Anne had a giggle, “It’s not against the law to have an admirer.” I said, “I think the boy wants to spank me.” Anne said, “I don’t think that’s against the law either.”
I got all in a huff because Anne thought it was amusing, “I suppose the boy spanks you, too?” She said, “Jasper spanks me good enough and regularly enough.” “Does that kid know?” She laughed, “I don’t know what he knows except that he knows your number.” Which only made her laugh at me more, and her taking of my hand to show friendship didn’t help either (though I didn’t pull it away).
Meanwhile, back in the park, I was getting a feeling things were just not working out my way. The kid’s hands were good, but he just wanted to fuck. I wanted more than that. Fucking can be so boring if you don’t know any games.
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 134 – by Carrie
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