by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 3
I was on my way home from work when I got call from Miss Maltby, a representative of my butler’s agency. The call concerned Anne’s interest in employing my butler, Rodney. I politely told Miss Maltby that I would have none of it and hung up.
On my way home from work I passed Anne’s building on 77th and Park Avenue. At the spur of the moment I decided to stop in and see what she was up to. In otherwords, I was going to confront her, or should I say gently sound her out.
Anne’s doormen informed me that she was in. I was taken up to her floor (she’s the only one on it) and was left off at her private vestibule.
I rang the doorbell and was surprised to see that it still wasn’t fixed. I know Rodney would have fixed it by now.
So instead of wasting time knocking, I reached under the umbrella stand and took the key that was hidden there, and opened the door. I’ve done this before and so has Anne at my place. I admit it’s rather casual for Manhattan; let’s just say it makes us feel more like girls.
Anne has a ten room apartment so calling out her name would be futile. I checked her living room then her kitchen, but no luck. Making my way down the hallway toward the living quarters I caught sight of her bedroom. The door was partly open. Anne was leaning over a clothing stand. What on earth for?
I was about to say something when her butler Nigel appeared. He stood over her with both his sleeves rolled up. Then I realized that Anne was about to get punished. It was only yesterday when she laughed at such an idea.
She made feel embarrassed to believe that I was the only one who was getting spanked I had felt so lonely with my secret, and now here was Anne, my bossy stately friend about to get disciplined by her butler. Almost serves her right.
Notwithstanding that, I did feel sneaky standing there; I just couldn’t remove myself from the area. I noticed how strong and frightful Nigel was. His wide large hands were going be used on her bottom.
Anne must have been fearful too. She seemed so meek. It was so out of character for her that I wondered if it were even her.
I waited for Nigel to deliver his first smack. He took his time preparing Anne, moving her this way and that, putting her into a proper position.
Anne begged Nigel to be fair and easy on her. She cried to him, “You’re never fair with me. Why are you so strict! Nigel ignored her. Anne pleaded more, but to no avail.
Nigel delivered his first smack. Anne bucked her bottom up. She let out a razor sharp moan, but it was muted by the large size of her apartment.
Then he hit her firm fleshy bottom again. She bucked and wailed. And this continued until she shook like a rag doll.
I was very much impressed. Nigel knew when to slow down or to quicken up, or let her have a moment, but never for long. He never ceased from properly punishing Anne.
When he finally tugged down her panites I knew that \Anne was really in for it. She begged him not to spank her without her little panites on. (She must have believed that it would have made a difference.)
Anne was immediately smacked on her bare bottom. She bucked, and howled louder. Nigel steadly increased the rate that he smacked Anne. Under his hand. Ann kicked her legs and jerked her bottom so quickly that her voice rattled as she cried. (I felt as absorbed in her punishment as she.)
The pain had painted her bottom crimson red. Her mouth was deliriously agape. She begged Nigel, “Please stop spanking me – – Oh God stop! PLEEZE stop it…”
Nigel would have none of it. I just couldn’t imagine what Anne had done to be so thoroughly punished. He took her off the clothing rack, placed her onto her bed, and then finished her off.
I watched Anne reach out and grab her bedsheets sheets with all her might after every sharp smack on her firm hot bottom. She held on as if she might slipping into a fiery cauldron.
I really marvelled at the way Nigel handled her. I realized that Rodn had treated me with kid gloves. No wonder Anne wanted him.
But one must be fair to Nigel. He is at the least very proper and thorough. It’s not that I would ever want to be punished by him, not at all, but it’s certainly gives a girl something to think about.
Nigel had finally finished with Anne. She was left alone to cry for a moment with her face in her pillow. She soon quieted down .
Nigel approached her. Anne turned her head back and watched his every move as his large body hovered over her. He uncapped a black felt pen and proceeded to write something on her tush.
I was tantalized to find out. Anne was flat out on her stomach. Her twisted panty had been thrown beside her. I peered further into her bedroom. Then she dreamily turned on her back and provided me with a glimpse.
Like a close-up. I could perfectly read her spanked bottom: white slut. How marvelously perverse I thought. She then touched her bottom and seemed to smile…but maybe not.
I then retreated to the exterior vestibule, opened the door once again and made believe I had just entered. Nigel met me with with a kind and warm smile.
Then my exhausted looking friend with blood shot eyes appeared in her silk robe. She told me that she had just woken from a nap.
She had her panty in her hand then slipped it into her pocket. She invited me to join her for dinner. We went to Le Cirque 2000. Anne charmed everyone, but I couldn’t forget what was written on her bottom. If the others only knew.
Post Script:
The following day I ran into Nigel doing some errands. I tapped him on the shoulder and said something dumb like, “You remember me?”
He smile was generous and wide. We talked about about recipes, cleaning, chores, and other things that must get done around the house.
Then we continued down the street. It was a very hot and humid day. I was thankful I was wearing one of those light thin sexy silk slip skirts. It was pink with a delicate floral pattern at the hem. My halter was dark red and very thin which kept me cool.
I happen to be tall and lean, but my body is offset with rather decent breasts. But my prized endowments are my plushies; yet, it was not always thought so.
I always had to endure the childhood taunts of being called the skinny one with the big ones. I remember one annoying boy in particular who used to always walk up to me and say, “They hang like bells.” Over time I became frigid and hated all boys.
But as an adult I have learned to enjoy my body. It’s a weapon that men slave for.
I mentioned to Nigel that I was going to the Central Park. I felt a bit frisky and asked him if he’d like to join me He was on his lunch break. He told meet that he was pleased to come.
We found a nice quite sort of secluded spot where we lied down. We took a few bites of my food and we started to giggle. Someone walked by and stared at us, probably because I’m so white and pretty and Nigel is so dark.
Then we giggled some more over a bunch of nothings. We soon laid back and picked at the grass. A cool wind blew over our bodies. I felt his leg next to mine. I didn’t dare move mine. It felt good next to his. He held my hand. I held it back. We talked for a good while.
I giggled and showed him my feet. He showed me his. Then I showed him my knees and then laughed because we knew what was next. That was when I turned to him. He put my his arms around me and we kissed.
He kissed me deeply and hotly using all his tongue. I let him guide his hand up my slip skirt. He tenderly rubbed my thigh, then I let him roam his hand all over my body.
After kissing for a good while he laid me on my back. I let him slip his hand under my halter and take my breast and nibble on to my plushie. I was so glad he was turned-on by my lovely breasts.
I passionately writhed under his carin hands. We separated our lips for a moment and stared into each other’s eyes and wondered…could he fuck me here?
I was so hot and passionately in love that I had lost all my inhibitions. I let him toss back my slip dress and slip down my lacy panty to taste my pussy. Fucking me was no longer a question. I whispered into his ear. “Go ahead… “
I anxiously watched him remove my slip skirt. I then told him how long it had been since I had been fucked. He smiled and kissed me and then slippped off my lacy pink panty and tossed it the side.
I watched him slip off his pants. I stared with wonder at his long hard erect cock that was going to put in me. Suddenly, to my side, I thought I saw two private school kids hiding in the bushes – – I let Nigel eat my pussy, anyway.
As our lips met, I was ready to be penetrated. I gasped as felt the heat of his warm cock bury into me…”Finallly” I gasped into his ear.
A hot surge of warmness surged through my body. Our hips rose up and fell in a synchronated roll. My arms lovingly rubbing his arms and back while he fucked me the way I had been dreaming of for years.
He fucked me with his eyes, his smile, his mind, and his cock. I was so passionate that I told him that I loved him in his ear; to his face, and moaned it while we fucked.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I just let go. I began to moan and it was loud. The more passionately he fucked me the louder I got until he knew now how dangerous it was to make such noise in the open.
He put my panty in my mouth and then continued fucking me. I still moaned through my panty. Each thrust of his cock into my pussy brought me to new vocal ectasy.
Then he abrubtly lifted himself up and wasted no time in turning me over.
I could see the teenagers,or whomever they were, hiding. They were right in front of my sight, but I didn’t care anymore. I felt, “Let them watch. I’m too in love to care.”
I doggied my rear for Nigel (and I suppose for the them too!) and waited for his cock. He kissed me on the neck and back then grabbed me by my hair, and slipped his hot thing in me and continued riding me hot and hard.
My panty slipped out. I managed to put it back in. But there was nothing I could do about the two guys in the bushes, so I stared a them as Nigel rode me doggie. I let them see every expression of pleasure on my face while I got my fucking.
When Nigel finished with me we embraced and kissed while he rested his cock inside of me. We were interrupted by a passing couple, but they quickly disappeared. Then we got dressed.
At the entrance to the park on 91 St. he embraced me again and deeply kissed me. We got stares because of his color, but I didn’t care.
We held hands as we parted, but we took a long time before we could separate. He asked me if we could meet again. I gave him my cell number. We waved to each other as we walked the opposite way.
Later I got a call from him. I invited him out to my summer home on Fire Island this Sunday. Saturday I had something to do at home.
I arrived home from the park and showered then lounged in bed, read magazines, and channel surfed – – being a real good for nothing. I got a call from one of my girls at the office who wanted to know when I could make the shoot for my new swim line.
My hottest item is a swim-bikini panty. It has a lace sewn front that is attached to quarter of an inch bow-tied ribbons that tie at the hips. It sells very well, but I also design swimsuits for today’s active girl – – she should
own both styles to compliments her moods.
Jeremy called. He’s my neighbor at Fire Island (a vacation beach island on Long Island’s South Shore.) I had forgotten that I had finally made a date with him. It was to be this Sunday. I like Jeremy. His conversation is interesting. He is also terribly hot for me. He says the way I walk drives him nuts. (He’s also one of those leg men that sometime forget to look up.) So I had decided to see if he could be any fun.
I had the next ten days off. Rodney was off to England Saturday afternoon. I planned to spend some quality time alone at the beach to think up knew ideas for my company. I then remembered Nigel.
As much as I liked him, Jeremy was the one with the good business head, and I needed to talk to him about the allocation of certain incoming funds. A butler would be ueseless. So I cancelled my date with Nigel for Sunday, and told him that I wouldn’t be back for about two weeks. I suddenly discovered that Nigel was quite immature and insecure. Too bad. As a matter of rule, I refuse to deal with that behavior. I hung up.
*
Saturday morning Rodney tried to wake me up at ten. I was dead asleep and refused to get out of bed. I had been out all night with Jeremy. Of course I didn’t sleep with him, but I did promise he could drive me to the beach today.
Rodney was very upset. Whenever I sleep late I always mess up his day, but I was too tired to pay any attention to him, and told him to go away and not bother me. He still tried to get me up. I shhhshed him so he’d be quiet and haughtily said, “Go away little man, ” and tried fall sleep.
That was the last straw. He ripped my bedsheets away, took hold of me, and pulled back my nightie and tore down my slim panty. He wasted no time. He spanked me hot and fast. The fiery snap of his hand off my hot bottom cracked the morning air. I lurched my head up after each smack and squealed and grunted.
There was no time to talk or argue between his hot and furious smacks. I kicked and cried, but he had no mercy that morning. I was being thoroughly punished, like I had been warned, and I had only made it worse by my haughty behavior. (At least I had the decency to apologize to him later when he helped me up with my jeans.)
Finally he finished me off with his paddle. I begged him not to hit me with it. I flailed me arms as he drew his hand back and gave me ten hot spanks with it, which I had to correctly count, and in my crying state it wasn’t easy. He had finished with me. I was on my bed with my nightie still up and my panty twisted down to my thighs. I soon calmed down. My breathing steadied and my tears went away.
The morning now was so silent. I felt better after my spanking. A warm sensation filled my groin. I slipped my hand into my nightstand and fumbled for my vibrator. I found it, kicked the crumpled sheets away then slipped up my nightie and slowly worked my loving vibrator into my wet vagina.
I spread out on my bed. My beautiful hair fanned out from behind him. I was loving my vibrator deeply inside of me. My rate of breath increased. I drew my knees back and pointed my toes to the ceiling and hand fucked myself like a hot slut. I soon let go and began to moan with abandon. My eyes were slut-glazed. Tumultously I rocked my hips back and forth and fucked my raunchy hot cunt. I turned my head and saw Rodney. In my blissful state, I just moaned and dumbly stared at him. He politely excused himself from my room, and I continued with my blissful masturbation.
When I finished, I showered and dressed. I knew Rodney shouldn’t have seen me masturbating, but I’m a girl that finds it hard not to when the need arises, and so I’ve taken unnecessary risks and have lived to regret it.
Rodney helped me pack. I had many things for him to arrange. He took my instructions well, and always knew how to amend any of my misdirections. I handed him my vibrator and told him that it needed new batteries. Ten minutes later I was out the door and on my way.
On the ride out to the beach with Jeremy, in his new Carrera, I reached into my bag to get my sunglasses. I noticed Rodney had left me with a spare pack of batteries in case I needed them. The last time he walked in on me I was using my other vibrator, the big black one. I wondered if it had been packed. I searched my bag. There it was.
