I felt obliged to tell the nosey s.o.b, “I never get spanked.” He eyed my bottom. I had it hid under a simple bright white v-neck pullover that wrapped nicely against me. It’s nice after a spanking; there’s no undo pressure like jeans. I jazzed it up with rose espadrilles that laced around my ankles, a simple gold and diamond necklace and a pink sash tied at my waist
“There’s something about the way you walk, Ms. Dupree that contradicts what you say.” “What about it?” He said, “There’s a tightness, release, a tightening up, then another release. Each step you take your bottom shifts back and forth as if a hand has been on one cheek then the other.” “Unless you haven’t been listening my bottom hasn’t been spanked.” That didn’t deter him, “You should be proud of yourself not shameful. It’s a wonderful thing.” Once again! “I don’t get spanked.”
It wasn’t hard to see my pantied bottom under the thin cotton pullover, and maybe I forgot how different a girl’s bottom is after just getting spanked. I was wearing a pink satin laced hip panty, the kind that rises up and molds at your hip, narrows in and hugs your bottom. I suppose it added to my little problem. I said to Mr. Bingham, “What do you really want from me? Money for your group? ”
He said, “I just thought we could get together, be friendly. But if you want to play games …” I said, “I am not playing games.” He said, “Then show me your bottom and I’ll believe you.” I said, “I don’t have to show you a damn thing” and he said, “Of course not. You’re ashamed.” “I am not ashamed.” I was playing right into him.
He simply put several fingers at my bottom. I sucked up air, shut my eyes, and moaned. He said, “Tell me you weren’t just spanked.” Our eyes met and nothing more had to be said. Maybe I’m a lousy liar or maybe when the truth is so obvious denying it only makes things more silly.
I was worried people might be listening to us so I turned into the service entrance of my building. The iron gate was open and the narrow and dark passage offered some cover.
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 152, by Carrie
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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