I drove over to his house, which was a white one story neat box with an side extension that was either the bedroom or the den. It was aesthetically a snooze. Two flower pots were parked at both ends of the door step. A small statue of Jesus was fitted into an upturned old fashioned bathtub on the front lawn. There was a cheap gas grill at the end of the driveway under a basket ball board. I looked out of place. I felt out of place with my Benz parked behind his Buick.
The contract manager was at the door. There were no formalities. I walked in and was greeted with furniture and carpet the color of soda pop. There is not doubt that if I were forced to live here I would go out of my mind within the hour.
His wife was deep into a big TV chair. She was knitting while watching a shopping network. She looked back and said, “Tom, you better make up your mind. They only got ten left of those diamond watches you want.” She looked like a bingo player. One of those woman with orange hairdos in a permanent frost. She looked me over and said, “Where’d you get that watch?” I said, “Cartier.” She thought about that, “In town?” I said, “A little further away.”
I followed Tom. We went to their bedroom. He shut the door. Locked it. He said, “You been spanked before?” I wanted to laugh and said, “Yeah, by you.” He said, “I mean before that.” I surveyed the room. There wasn’t anything you’d want to remember. An old dog was either asleep or dead under what seemed to be a reading chair by the window, but what they read was hard to tell. There were not books. Unless you want to include a Reader’s Digest and the TV Guide.
I said, “Yes.” He gave me the just-as-I-thought look. Then he looked me over. I was wearing a tight white cotton t-shirt that had a cute Hampton’s Classic horse logo print on the front side. As I’ve said, I’m thin and tall and large breasted so the front and back of the horse was a bit stretched.
He looked at me kind of funny. Maybe I wasn’t clear. I softly said, “Yes. I get spanked,” He asked, “You need to get spanked now?” I said, “Your wife is out there.” He said, “The hell with her. Down to your panties.”
I was wearing low rise jeans and heeled open toed Jimmy Choo sandals so there wasn’t all that much for me to remove. I opened the button of my jeans then said, “I’d like to know what you’re going to do with me.” He said, “Can’t do nothing till your undressed.”
He was going to watch me undress and he wasn’t a bit bothered if he made it too obvious.
I pulled off my t-shirt. I was wearing a nice white lacy La Perla. He said, “You’re not bad looking.” Like he’d seen better. I reached back and unclasped my bra and let it dangle, then I slipped it off and dropped it on the bed, cups up. My tits swelled wide and into a delicious curve. My nipples were extended. I always get excited when I think about getting a spanking. He looked down at my bra. I said, “34 double D.” He put it further up the bed so it wouldn’t get in the way.
He said, “I didn’t like the way you drove into my driveway.” I found that weird and said, “There’s a way to drive into a driveway?” “You bet there is. You don’t turn in like you’re jumping out of a speed trap.” “I’m sorry.” He said, “I can tell you don’t think too much of my home.” I said, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t like it.” He said, “I know it’s not as fancy as yours.” I said, “That’s not why I came here, so I don’t see what’s the problem.”
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 139, by Carrie
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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