by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 33
Little John was just finishing fucking me when Delmore called. Something happened back in the city or at least that was the pretense. L.J. threw on his shirt and said: Business, baby. Gotta go…I told him: I hope you enjoyed me, because this is the last time…He stood by the doorway buckling his pants and gave me that look of his. I was sprawled naked on my bed, my legs still wide open, his cum still wet on my bush. He said: You threatenin’ me, or is it that time of the month? I said: It’s the last time of any month.
Then he smiled and put it on softly for me, as if I were too dumb to understand: I’m good to you, baby. You love the way I treat you. Why on God’s earth you wanna spoil something like that? I told him: You should’ve finished the eighth grade. You’d have had your weekends free like the rest of us…It was a dig at his pride that I knew he didn’t like. (One thing he learned being with me was that his lack of education not only bored me, but kept our relationship distant at times.)
He came over and combed his fingers through my hair. I showed a little fear, maybe too much as I waited for him to do something. Then he turned me over and slapped my bottom good and hard, about ten times, just enough to make me feel it, just enough to get my white slut branding red and hot, and just enough to let me know who was boss. I had gone too far in the way I had spoken to him and was now going to pay for it. He removed his belt and folded it..
I grabbed my pillow and shrunk away from him. I tried crawling away, but ran up against the bed post. I held the pillow in front of me, clutching it with my arms. I begged for mercy like a fool: Please don’t beat me — Please don’t… I quickly scampered across the bed, but he grabbed me by my ankles. I wasn’t going anywhere.
I begged, this time crying: Please don’t, not with the belt. Don’t spank me with the belt. Please, Little John, don’t t beat me with that.…For a moment the room was silent. Then he pushed me face down on my bed and brought the belt cracking across my bottom. He beat me hard and fast, furiously crack-whipping my bottom.
The pain was unbearable. My head shook up and down. My mouth hung wide and open and filled the room with loud moaning cries that seeped out through the window and onto the beach. He beat me good, fast and hard and hot. I cried and screamed my head off. I begged and begged for him to stop using me, but began to sob and heave as the leather got faster and louder. And though he let me buck my butt up and down, Little John never lost his rhythm, never gave in to my terrible suffering.
He reminded me: You’re a hot white slut…I acknowledged my sins: I know I’m a hot white slut. I know I’m a nasty bitch. He said: You need to be whipped and tamed …I didn’t argue and inaudibly muttered: Tame me. Beat me. Whip me. Hurt me. Do what you want to me…My beating continued as did my crying and screaming for mercy until he was done with me, finished and sure that his white slut would once again behave.
I was left sobbing on my bed without a goodbye, with only a reminder that he’d whip me again. I didn’t argue and told him that he could whip me with his belt whenever he wanted.
But things can turn good for a girl. Delmore soon called. He could tell from my voice that I had just been tamed. I told him Little John had done it with my panties off, too. He understood what I had went through and gave me the comfort a girl needs when she gets punished. His voice was encouraging and sweet and caring, and he told me how lovely I was and how mean Little John had been to me. Without Delmore, I wouldn’t know what to do. He’s a girl’s best friend.
I reached for the cream on my nightstand that I use whenever I get my bottom whipped, but I thought I heard a voice behind me, coming from the door. I reached for something else and I turned to see who it was. It was the busboy, looking horny as ever.