by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 36, Part B
My spanking was very hot and thorough. Before he started with me, I had felt it necessary to warn Thisely that I was not only a terrible moaner, but a wicked kicker as well. Smartly, he didn’t warn me how powerful and sure was his hand. Under a hand like his I not only behaved, but I barely was able to put up a struggle. In fact, the only real noise was his hand smacking my firm bottom back and forth with that unmistakable rhythm and force of an expert spanker — the sort of superb spanker who operates with the steady confidence that wilts the woman who is getting ‘it’- and that is saying a lot for an old fashioned OTK spanker.
I was thrilled to get reacquainted with that kind of spanking. I have come to the conclusion that those who fuss about with fancy instruments have never learned the basics. Disagree? Send me a note with instructions, but I doubt you’ll be able to convince me.
And when Thisley finished me with me, I was finished. No whining or begging from me. I was completely exhausted, completely spanked, completely drained of any yearning or longing that a disparate and wayard lapse of time can create. Not only was I a completely and thoroughly spanked girl, but when he told me to get up and stand before him with my fancy panties scrumpled down my ankles for inspection, I assured him that for now on he had my complete permission to spank me whenever he saw fit. And for the past year and the several months that I’ve been married, Thisely has been regularly disciplining me, hot and hard, and nothing less.
My husband, Lesley, approves of this and several times he has sent me in to Thisley to have my bottom seen to. Lesley not only approves of me getting spanked, but is very pleased to hear Thisley’s weekly disciplinary reports. Quite often Lesley thinks I’m not getting it often enough. He believes that Thisley is too soft, which is utter nonsense. Like a silly fool, Lesley wants to hire another butler and train him his way. I said nonsense to that and told him so. I believe he got the message. Haven’t heard a word from him since.
This certainly hasn’t put a strain on our marriage, but the other day Lesley returned home from a run in the park and heard my spanking in the bedroom. He walked in on my spanking and protested that Thisley only gets hotter and harder when he hears him coming. How utterly absurd. I told him to leave the room and run another ten miles. He left in a huff and Thisley continued with my spanking. Still, I adore Lesley, despite some of his ridiculous faults. He hasn’t found fault with me yet, and he better not.