by Carrie
I should’ve gone straight home. Instead I went to Mr. Farrelli’s. I saw him inside closing up. Like a silly girl I knocked on the door of his little Lexington Avenue tailor shop, when it was obvious to both of us I could’ve walked straight in. “It’s not ready.”
“What?” He said, “Please give me until tomorrow afternoon. I’ll have someone from your household pick it up by one.” I had completely forgotten. He meant my new dress for the charity event. Then he realized I wasn’t there for the dress. “Is everything alright?” I said, “I was away. That’s why I didn’t stop by. You see…I was away.”
“Yes, of course.” I was acting strange and he knew it. I tried to fix that by saying, “But I’ll be in. I will. I promise.” I sounded pathetic and patronizing. “Of course you will.” I looked at the old tailor’s clock hanging by a thread on the wall, no pun intended. It was almost eight o’clock. I said, “You don’t understand.” “What don’t I understand?”
But I didn’t tell him. I was going to tell him, but I didn’t. Instead I said, “Tuesday is generally my day, isn’t it?” “If you mean to get spanked, yes.” I said, “I may not be in tomorrow” A slight shrug on his part. I said, “Well, if you feel that way.” He said, “If you don’t feel the need to get spanked…” I interrupted him, “You know I don’t like getting spanked. That’s not the point. So don’t say that.” “Then what is the point?”
I didn’t know what to say so I said, “I just thought I’d stop by.” “Well, thank you for stopping by. It’s always good to see you.” A lingering moment went by. I think he was waiting for me to either fess up or go.
I thought of anything, “Thisley says you’re very good at spanking me and I agree only because I prefer you over Thisley; that’s why I keep him busy so I can come here. I just hate the way he spanks me. He’s very rough with me. You shouldn’t be rough with agirl.” He nodded politely.
“I just wanted you to know that” “Thank you Ms. Dupree.” I said, “What I’m saying is…is that Tuesdays are still good for me. Is it good for you? Now if it isn’t please tell me.” I think he sniffed to see if I’d been drinking.
“Very good, Ms. Dupree. Tuesdays it is.” And I said, “As you know, you’ve been spanking me panties up as of late and I want you to know Thisley spoke to me and told me to tell you that you can spank me panties down, but you don’t have to listen to him. You really don’t. I’m just obligated to tell you that he feels you should spank me panties down more often. I have to be honest with him and tell him everything you do to me otherwise he gets quite annoyed” Mr. Farrelli said, “Please send Thisley my regards.”
He shut the door to his shop. I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to invite me in so I wouldn’t have to go home. But obviously he had other things to do. He locked the door and stepped out into the street and said, “Thank you for coming by. It’s always a pleasure to see you,” and was off.
End of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 160
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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