by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 31
We ran into Marge on our way back from the dunes, after my ‘little pimping’ . Little John embarrassed me by telling her all about it. I didn’t like that one bit and let him know. We argued until he told me to shut up, knowing that I was about to get it from him.
So I let up and pretended to behave myself, especially when he made me tug down my panty and stand on my toes so Marge could see my little branding: White Slut. Little John loves for me to do that, and I’m always expected to oblige, which, I admit, I do. Then he further infuriated me and told her that in the past two weeks I had been fucked by all his ‘niggers’. Marge stared at me wanting to know if that was the really true. Of course I told her that it was a pack of lies.
Nonetheless, Marge was incredibly titillated and only wanted to hear more debauchery. I told Marge that I was a good girl and didn’t do those kinds of things. I don’t think she believed one word I said. It didn’t matter. I didn’t care. I told her: If you’re my friend you won’t pay any attention to him…Little John ignored my pleas and went on telling her more nonsense. He made me feel as if I had arrived on a ten foot cock.
Marge may have looked at me in shame, but I had the feeling she loved hearing every word that Little John offered. Several times she even had to suck in her cheek to dodge a nasty smile, especially about my spankings. Marge just loved to hear how I get my spankings. Little John let her know that I need to get spanked everyday, good and hot. I need to have my panties tugged right down to my ankles. I need to have my bottom slapped at a steady fast pace so that I can hear the smacking of hand on skin, and if need be, I need to have my wrists tied so I don’t put up a struggle.
He told her I’m a terrible screamer and kicker, and that I need to have my mouth stuffed with my panties. He even told her, after work when I visit him, I must wait at the door with my skirt up and panties exposed before I get my punishment. And then he told her that I was going to get hotly spanked as soon as he was done with their conversation. How wicked of him.
I tear came to my eye and I suddenly had to leave. Little John grabbed my wrist, but I shook it away. I thought he was going to come after me, but he didn’t. He was more interested in Marge than I. It was insulting, and worse, it hurt.
I decided to take a long walk and get away from this cruelty. I need to be with nice people. So I hitched up my little lacy beach panty and was off. A couple of nice splashes from the rolling surf on my face and bare breasts seemed to do just the trick. I gathered my strength and enjoyed the beauty of nature and its seeming neutrality. Then I spotted that boy, Daniel’s friend, this time I was very glad to see him; he no less…
