“And I didn’t send you away to avoid my spankings.” “Did you go to Farrelli and have him spank you as instructed?” I stuck up my nose at him, “I was too busy.” I didn’t know whether to turn left or right. He said, “I called Farrelli and he said you never showed up once.”
I said, “I leave the notes not you. You work for me. If you want to leave me a note, then you better get up in life, because you’re nothing but a butler and don’t ever forget that.” I walked through an arch and suddenly was in the world of Egyptian mummies.
I was in no mood for mummies and turned around, but Thisley swiftly brought his arm around my waist and pulled me behind the curtain where a new Wonders of the Nile exhibit was being prepared. “You’re going to ruin my new dress, you fool! Put me down this instant!” There was no light. It was dark and musty, and no room to maneuver.
In a matter of seconds Thisley bent me over his left leg, pulled up my skirt, tugged down my nd lacy panty. I begged, “Are you crazy? Not here. Not in the museum!” He gave my panty another good tug down to my knees. “I don’t want to be spanked here! Stop it you fool!”
His grip was strong and my knees were bound by my panty. His left arm cinched around my waist and the hem of my dress was up at my collar. I was totally exposed from my bra down. My firm nice bottom ripe and ready. I was scared somebody would walk in any moment.
“I’m going to spank your bottom then your cunt, Ms. Dupree. You have a nasty little cunt, madam, and you need it disciplined, not later, not at your convenience, but now when it’s bristling with disobedience, sauciness, and absolute arrogance.”
He unhooked my brassiere and grabbed my nipple and squeezed it with his two fingers, something he now often does, and which I understand is a logical progression of his punishments of me. He spanked my bottom the old fashioned way, hand on skin, hot and hard, all five fingers back and forth filling the room with the sound of snap popping spanks. He was very savage with me. He didn’t talk to me or go through the normal routine. He just spanked and spanked hot and hard. And I kicked my heels in helpless twists and turns and shouted like a little girl until he had to stuff my mouth with my panties.
Then he turned me over and spread my legs, one arm bound around my torso so that my head dropped back and my legs came open, and with his hand angled he spanked my cunt hot and hard as I shut my eyes and moaned into silk.
He was superb spanking a cunt, making it hot and red, bristling with pain and sizzling with each slap. I stopped fighting him and accepted my punishment and let my legs relax so they could open further. But my total submission was needed so I dropped my arms and head and surrendered to his busy hand. And with that my mind drifted from my body to that place of pain and abuse. He tugged off my panties, rolled my skirt over my head, and got to work on that carpenter’s table.
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 150, by Carrie
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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