by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 4
Several of you wrote about a typo error in my last missive, I apologize. Rodney was not standing behind me when he walked into the room. (And yes, it was thoroughly embarrassing.) But that was nothing compared to what happened the next afternoon when I returned home from work.
I noticed something in Rodney’s demeanor after he took my brief case. I worried that Nigel boasted about his little conquest. I had called Nigel in the morning and had expected a sweet little moment. Instead he told me he wouldn’t see me again, that it was just a little fling, and that I shouldn’t bother him. Bother him? What a little prick. The fact that I would run into him whenever I visited Anne made it more irritating.
While I was in my bedroom undressing, Rodney came to my door, “May I have a word with you, madam?”
He entered and inquired, ” Were you in the park yesterday afternoon?”
I felt like some school girl. His tone of voice insinuated some misdeed of mine.
“Of course not. I was at work.”
Rodney asked, “Do you know the Blakey boy?’
I said, “Yes, the Blakeys are on the 8th floor, why?”
Rodney said, ” Then there seems to be some contradiction.”
I unbuttoned my blouse and said to Rodney, ” I’ve had a long day, Rodney, make me my champagne cocktail. I’m too tired to discuss the Blakeys.”
He said, ” Daniel is his name.”
I said, ” Daniel is whose name?
“Daniel is the name of the Blakey boy.”
I said, “Well, it’s a nice name. Now bring me my cocktail, at once.”
Rodney said, ” So you weren’t in the park.”
I turned away so he couldn’t see my face and lied. “Of course not.” I slipped off my blouse and undid my bra and let it drop to the floor and reached for my robe. “Now bring me my drink.”
Rodney took something out of his pocket and showed it to me. He dangled it in front of my face and asked, “Then how did this get there?”
I looked at my little panty, the one I had lost in the park yesterday. I bluffed, “You tell me.”
“Madam, I put away your laundry. I know all your garments. This is yours. Is it not?”
I made believe I couldn’t tell, “Unless they have my name on them, I have no idea.”
He said, ” He saw you in the park.”
“Who saw me?”
“Daniel saw you and found this where you left it.”
I lied, ” I was at work. The Blakey boy doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
Then Rodney handed me something else. It was devastating. The Blakey boy had videotaped me and made a print from it.
Rodney said, ” I’m ashamed of you. Do you have a habit of doing this sort of thing?”
“Of course not.”
“Then why did you allow yourself to be compromised like this?”
I asked, “Do you think I really did?”
“Madam, you hate the gossip they write about you in the papers, why must you embarrass us with this sort of thing?”
I said, “Let me have that photo.”
He demanded, “Were you in the park?”
I said, “Alright. Yes, I was in the park.”
“Of all places.”
I said, “It just happened. That’s all.”
” He wants to speak with you. Maybe you can charm him with your exceptional beauty into giving it to you. I offered him money, but he says his daddy has more than enough.
I told Rodney, “I’ll call the police if he tries anything stupid.”
He said, “Never mind that. Take off that skirt right now. You’re going to be thoroughly spanked.”
I said, “Rodney, you have no idea how embarrassed I am that that boy and his friend taped me. Why must you spank me? Have you no pity?”
“Absolutely none for a girl who lets herself to things like that in the park.”
I said, “I didn’t let myself. It just happened. I already said I’m sorry.”
“Then why didn’t you leave?”
I said, “I told you. I couldn’t stop. It’s not something I planned.”
“You couldn’t tell him no?”
I hated admitting it. “No. I couldn’t.”
He asked, “Why the not?”
Exasperated I said, “Because it’s hard for me, okay.”
“I don’t care. It’s improper and we won’t have that around here. Now take off your skirt.”
I said, “Well, if you must..” I undid my skirt and stepped out of it. I stood there before him in my panties ready to be spanked.
” Bend over the couch.”
He said, “You may have the makings of a great woman, but you still behave like a wanton adolescent. Now bend over.”
I begged him not to spank me, but he wouldn’t listen. “Proceed to the couch.”
I hesitated then leaned over the couch and shut my eyes. I heard Rodney unbuckle his belt and then fold the hard leather strip in half. He pulled down my little panty. I properly I arched up my bottom for him and waited..
My whipping began. He showed me no mercy . I cried and kicked and screamed, while he whipped my pretty hot bottom. I. My bedroom filled with my cries as I bucked and kicked under his hot belt.
I desperately tried to grab onto something as I shook my head and yelled, but it was of no use. My lovely bottom was his to whip, and whip it he did. I acted horribly as I kicked and screamed and begged for him to stop.
I tried pushing away his hand or moving away, but his belt always caught me firmly on my bottom. Rodney knew how to give it to his mistress hot and hard. He knew how to make me cry and beg for mercy. The hot leather drove me deeper into the couch as I howled and moaned after each hot swat. He spanked me good and long in my fancy apartment as if it were his and not mine. I reached for the end of the coach and wiggled from his grasp, but he only caught his mistress and made her cry loader than ever.
When he was done with me I hobbled over to my bed. My panties were still down at my ankles. He threw me on my bed, stuffed my noisy mouth with my panties, and finished me off with his hand. He then told me to get dressed and come to the dinning room where my champagne cocktail would be waiting.
***
Several weeks had passed and I was glad that the whole event had passed. Rodney hadn’t spanked me once. Everything was just going so well. The Blakey boy was probably busy with some girl or rollerblading, and had forgotten the whole thing.
On my way home from work yesterday I stopped off at the wine shop to see if Rodney had ordered the wine for the party I was giving. While I was busy paying the bill I felt a finger lightly touch my shoulder. I turned and was surprised. He was good looking and older than I had thought. He was probably a senior, ready to go to college. Daniel introduced himself. I didn’t like his smile.
He said, “I’ll meet you outside.”
Feeling that he was up to now good I asked, ” What for?”
He didn’t answer. He just winked and walked out. I finished with the bill and headed outside. There he was, leaning against a parking meter, waiting for me with his leery eyes. I asked him, “What do you want?
He said, “Let’s take a walk to the park.” He then showed me his hand. A miniDV was clasped in it.
It was lovely day. I was wearing a sleeveless white Armani T-shirt, and an olive green knee length skirt, and sandals. I had looked and felt very Italian and very sexy, until now – – I felt indescribably miserable.
I asked him again. “What do you want?”
He said, “Is he your boyfriend, that black guy?”
I knew he meant Nigel. I told him no.
He asked, “Are you one of those white chicks into black guys.”
I told him, “None of your business.”
Then he asked me, “Did you really think no one would see you?”
I told him, “It’s none of your business what I think.”
“Well you were wrong.”
I certainly was.
We were at 74th and Madison when I turned the corner on him. He caught up with me in a few moments and said, “The park is the other way.”
I told him, “I’m not going to the park. Especially not with you.”
He then showed me the tape and said, “If you want this you will.” He knew I did. So I went with him to the park.
I tried to befriend him with some chit-chat. He said he had just turned eighteen.. Then he asked me, “Was that the first time you did it in the park?”
I told him, “There’s nothing to discuss.”
“How times have you gotten laid in the park?”
I told him, “None of your business.”
I suddenly realized where he was taking me, to the same exact spot that I had been fucked before. I asked him, “What about that tape?”
He said, “I could sell this to the press or I could just give it to them. How would you like that?”
I said, “You know I wouldn’t.”
Then he said, “You’re beautiful.”
I carefully said, “Thank you.”
We arrived at the spot. He sat down. He waited for me to join him. I told him that I’d rather stand. He then showed me the tape again. I sat down.
I said, “Okay. We’re here. Are you getting your kicks?”
Daniel said, ” This is where that guy fucked you.” He took out a joint and lit it.
Annoyed I said, “Yes. This is where that guy fucked me.”
He asked, “Did you like it?”
It was a dumb question. I ignored him, but he asked it again and I told him, “Yes, liked it.”
Then he asked me, “You really love it doggie, don’t you?”
I said, “What difference does it make to you?”
He said, ” God, do you moan. It so cool the way you’re so fucking loud.”
I ignored him, but I did take a toke of the joint.
Then I stood up and told him that I was going. He showed me the tape and said, sit down. I said, “Give me the tape and I will.”
He said, “If you want the tape you’ll sit down.”
I obviously had no choice, so I sat down.
He said, “That’s a lovely skirt you’re wearing.” He put his finger to it and felt it. I pushed it off. Out of frustration I reached for the tape in his hand, but he quickly pulled it away, grabbed my arm, threw me on my back and then sat on me. I yelled, “Get off me you fool!”
He said, ” It’s just one of the many copies I have.”
I told him again. “Get off me.”
“You’re so pretty, do you know that? You’re the prettiest thing alive.”
I warned him, “Daniel. You’re going to get nasty in to trouble.”
He said, “I got the tape. If you don’t do what I tell you, I’m going to let the media have it. What a scandal. High society girl gets fucked by some low class house worker.”
I said, “He’s a butler.”
He said, “That’ll make it more juicy.”
I asked, “What are you doing?” He held both my wrists over my head with one hand while the other lifted up my skirt.
I cried, “Stop it you fool”.
He said, “Nice panties. Little bow ties on the side. Maybe I should pull them and see what happens.” He pulled the little strings and my panties slipped open. He put his hand on my bush and stroked it and then slipped it between my legs.
“Daniel. Please. Take you hand away. You’re in enough trouble already.”
He took his hand away and slipped it under my Armani T-shirt and felt my breasts.
He excitedly said,, “Wow, Carrie, they’re so nice..”
I said, , “Daniel, please stop.. Why don’t we talk?”
He said, “There’s nothing to talk about.”
He pulled my shirt up and undid the clasp in the front of my bra and opened it. He put his lips to my nipples and slowly kissed them with his tongue. Then he let go of my wrists and slipped my t-shirt over my head and tossed it to the side.
He said, “I’m going to fuck you,.”
I said, “Daniel, please don’t. Think what your doing.”
He unzipped my skirt. I said, “Please be careful, It’s expensive.” He wasn’t. I reached for my skirt, but he pushed my hand away.
I said, “Dammit. Do you want to ruin it? It costs fifteen hundred dollars.” So I undid the button and carefully slipped it off and put it to the side. I was stark naked except for my panty hanging off to the side.
He put his lips to mine and laid me back on the grass. He undid his pants. I asked him, “What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer me. He pulled off his shorts. He cock was red and hard and wagged over my pussy.
I begged, “Please stop, Daniel. Please, think what you’re doing.”
But I knew what he was doing. I thought about the tape, the potential scandal, and about his cock rubbing on my clit.
I begged him, “Please Daniel, don’t fuck me.” He lifted my legs back and then stared into my face. I felt his hot cock slide into me. I let out a gasp. I put my arms around him and drew him into me and again said, “Please don’t fuck me.” I then let out a gasp and a sharp moan as he drove his cock deeper into me.
Several days later I was in the middle of getting fucked good and hot by Daniel when Rodney walked into my bedroom. I was on my knees doggie style. I turned my head to the side and told him to get out. He shut the door and Daniel continued with my fucking.
My butler Rodney and I had returned home from shopping last Saturday afternoon. We must have cleaned out Manhattan. It was one of those days when I decided that my wardrobe was utterly tiresome. I must have spent twenty-five thousand dollars on some new clothes, and I really deserved it. My business was doing exceptionally well and I need to reward myself with at least something every now and then.
While we were unpacking and putting away my new things, I decided to bring up Anne’s spankings. As usual, Rodney was very attentive and purposeful. I told him I thought that Nigel was way too strict with her.
I told him how I had accidentally walked in on her during one of her sessions and had witnessed Nigel giving her a terrific time. Rodney said he had recently had a professional conversation with Nigel, and in fact they had spent several minutes discussing Anne’s regimen of spankings.
“So she has a regimen, too”
Rodney said, “As you do with your spankings.”
I said, “I only agreed to having a regimen of spankings to satisfy our contractual obligations. I certainly don’t need to be spanked. I certainly find the whole thing utterly ridiculous. Not that I wasn’t wrong when I mistakenly lectured you that time. But whole the whole thing is simply ludicrous, and I just won’t have it anymore.”
“Yes, madam.” I find it so irritating when he answers me that way.
He said, “You had mentioned that you would like to try this outfit on again as soon as you got home.”
I took off my black sweater and slacks, and tried the evening dress on.
“What do you think?”
It was a black Valentino evening dress.
He said, “You’re wearing white panties and it shows. Maybe you should slip on one of your black ones.”
I said, “Never mind that, what do you think?” He finally approved of my choice. I then asked him, “So what did you talk about with Nigel?”
“Just professional talk.”
“I see…did anything concern me?”
He said, “Just a few things.”
“Like what?”
“How well you have established your demeanor, how you behave.”
I said, “It’s none of his business how I behave.”
“Of course it isn’t, madam, Your personal situation is of no concern of his. I was merely informing him of how well you take your spankings, and how well the regimen has worked for you.”
“You think it has?”
He said, “Yes, it gives me great satisfaction that I’m employed by someone of such prominence and character. It’s a challenge for me to live up to your standards. But we’ve have had some success, and I think that you would agree.”
“Well, I might agree, but not enthusiastically. I’m not a girl who needs to get spanked. ”
“Of course not, madam,.”
I told him, “I understand your obligations and I will admit that you effectively fulfill them, still, we shouldn’t a have to go through this.”
“Of course not.”
“I don’t want you to think I’m unappreciative. You do your job well.”
“Yes, Madam.”
He then handed me another black evening gown along with a little black lacy panty and bra. While I slipped up my panties, He clasped my bra.”
“What about this dress? Should I go bra-less? It has that 1920s feel”
“Very much so, madam. You might want to try it without one.”
He unzipped me and unclasped my bra. I slipped it off and handed it to him.
I approached the mirror. “What do you think?”
“Yes. Much better. A softer more natural look. I think that was the idea back then. A reaction against the confining Victorian corset.”
I asked, “You don’t think my nipples show much?”
“You are quite firm, perhaps another bra might do.” He went and fetched one.
I slipped it on. As usual, he was correct.
I told him, “Then I won’t need the bra that I bought for this outfit. You can return it in the morning.”
I asked him, ” Was there anything particular that you told Nigel that I might know?”
“Yes, madam. I told him although in principle you were against the conditions of the arrangement, you have managed to engage yourself with exemplary conduct. You take your spankings seriously. You always meet your obligations with commendable vigor. I hear Miss Anne is quite difficult; therefore, her situation is not like yours. I much prefer our ability to see things mutually.”
I affirmed his conclusion, “So do I.”
I tried on another gown, walked to my standing mirror and asked Rodney what he thought. He said, “Another excellent choice.”
“Thank you, Rodney. And I think that new suit I picked out for you is just right.”
“Yes, madam.”
I then asked, “You didn’t tell Nigel how you spank me. I told you that no one must ever know.”
He said, “Of course not, and it wouldn’t be useful in his situation. I did mention, and this is just professional shop talk, that my client, without mentioning your name, that she has to be properly spanked, nonetheless. ”
I asked, “What else did that shop talk involve?”
“Nothing of great consequence.”
I asked, “Such as what nothing?”
He said, “I mentioned how punctual you are.”
“Well, I want to get it over with, that’s why.”
He said, “I told him you were very upset when I was late with your spankings.”
I said, “I just like things to be on time. Either you’re going to do it to me or not. I think I’ve been very fair on that account. I believe I told you from that first that if you’re going to do it then do it to me properly and correctly. Am I asking too much?”
“No, madam, you certainly aren’t. I did tell Nigel that at every point in time a woman needs someone else to give her a spanking.”
I steely said, “I will not have Nigel give me a spanking.”
Rodney said, “I’m sorry, but whoever spanks you is not an option that you’re burdened with, that is my unfortunate task.”
I angrily said, “I still won’t have it.”
Rodney said, “Then pardon me, would you be discourteous enough to embarrass me professionally?”
I said, “Look Rodney, I’d just rather not have him do it. You may have anyone else have a go at me, but not him. I know you’ve been thinking of handing me over to someone for my punishments. Especially since you’re going away next week. If it is in your professional opinion that I needed to handed over to someone else then do so. But at least make sure that I will be properly spanked. I’m used to your regimen. I only think that is fair enough and since I’m very much against the whole thing, it would be too much to have to participate in anything altogether unfamiliar.”
He then said, “Most certainly. I’ll see to that. I almost forgot, you know Mr. Farrelli the tailor?”
I said, “Don’t tell me you’re handing me over to him.”
“Oh no, but he seems to be having problems with his daughter. He asked me to speak with you to see if you might give him some advice.”
I asked, “Such as what?”
Rodney said, “I’m just the butler, therefore it would have been improper for me to voice my opinion.”
I said, “That’s quite correct, Rodney.”
“Mr. Farrelli said he’s tried everything, but he admitted that he has never spanked his daughter. He has never provided the discipline that she needs.”
I asked, “Did you encourage him to do so?”
Rodney said, “I told him that you knew something about being disciplined.”
I yelled, “Did you tell him what you do to me!”
He said, “Most certainly not, but I did say the reason for your great success in life is that you’re properly attuned to your self needs, which his beautiful daughter isn’t, and which Mr. Farrelli isn’t either.”
So I asked, “Just what do you want me to do?”
“Don’t you think you might do the man a bit of service such as encouraging him to provide some discipline.”
I said, “If you think so, I’ll speak with him. But that’s all I’ll do.”
He said, “That’s all anyone should do. But you want you make it clear to him how to go about it. He’s a timid fellow, if you know what I mean. He’s in such a wretched state.”
“I’ll try to be specific as possible.”
Rodney said, “I’m sure he’ll be most grateful. Since he does so much extra work for you I said that you might visit him at his shop tomorrow to help him out right before he closes. It should only take a minute of your time.”
Rodney was right. Mr. Farrelli had always attended promptly to my needs. I agreed. It was the least I could do.
I then suddenly remembered, “Daniel will be here soon.”
Rodney didn’t like Daniel. “Are you going to take him to your bedroom, madam?”
I said, “Why bother and ask me that?”
“He is, how do I say, seeing you all the time it seems.”
“Yes, considering the situation…”
The door bell rang. I said, ” Go answer it.
He brought Daniel to my bedroom. Rodney shut the door on us. I slipped off my gown and let it drop to the floor and stood before him in my very little lacy panties and garter. I wouldn’t fuss for him. He wasn’t worth it. I just stood there coldly, but it didn’t matter.
Daniel loved my body. A boy’s dream had come true. I could see the fire in his eyes as I let his hands hungrily search me. I tried to be dispassionate, but Daniel knew better. He played with my good tits, sucking and caressing them with his lips. Then he brought me to my bed.
He slowly and sensually slipped off my garter, and like a fool I wiggled my lovely legs out of it for him. Then he slipped off my skimpy little panty. My lovely body was now bared for him. He stroked me long and slowly. Carefully he sucked and kissed my breasts. I fought against his passion but his passion soon stirred mine. He slipped his thumb into my vagina and slowly opened its moist lips, which receptively held onto him.
I no longer fought him. I craved to be fucked. I helped him off with his clothing and when I found his red hot rod I took it in my hands and put in my mouth so he could fuck my head.
I was his to play with. His to be used. His slut. I put my arms around Daniel’s butt and pressed his rod deep into my mouth and like the slut I had become I made love to him Before he came I took his rod out of my mouth and guided it into my pussy and whispered in his ear, “Fuck me all you want.”
Rodney must had suffered when he heard my moans and cries seer the silence of my apartment. But I didn’t care. Daniel brought the woman out of me, and it was very loud.
When he was finished giving me my fucking, he pulled. He left me naked and exhausted on my bed like some slut, his slut. He knew I knew that . As an afterthought he tossed my little panty on my bed, got dressed, then headed to the door.
Before he left, I asked, “When do you want me again?” He said, “I’ll let you know.”
A little while later Rodney came into my bedroom. He stared at me. I was sprawled out on my bed. My bush was sticky with cum. I lazily asked, “What do you want?” He said, “You’ll be late for your dinner party.”
I smiled and looked away, “Who cares?”
