by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 52
Little John has a built in slut detector that scours Central park for susceptible debutantes while they’re out walking their little doggies, sun tanning, or just strolling through and minding their own business. I was of the strolling through variety, susceptible, exceptionally beautiful, very rich and spoiled, and a latent…well, you know.
Saturday morning Little John gave me a surprise call and invited me to the park. I didn’t want to go at first. I told him I was tired of him playing around with those other girls. I was resolute and I hung up after I spoke some of my mind, but several minutes later I called him back because I wasn’t done telling him off. That’s when he tricked me. He started his charm offensive using his soft endearing voice, which is as enticing as a purring kitten snuggling up against you on lonely rainy day. Let it just be said that I agreed to go to the park.
I hung up the phone and rolled out of bed. Thisley had just run my bath and was waiting for me in the bathroom. I took off my t-shirt and panties and tested the bath water. It was lukewarm again. I didn’t find his feckless attitude toward my comfort funny. I told him, “I refuse to get into this ‘pee puddle’. You know damn well how I like my water”.
I spewed a few more choice words at him. Then I put my panties and t-shirt back on and stormed out of the bathroom. Thisley ensued, and totally unbecoming of his usual demeanor, he grabbed hold of my arm, put me right over his knees, tugged my silky panties down and spanked me hot and hard.
If you’ve been reading my diary you know that Thisley is my butler and part of a butler’s duty, discreet as it may be, is to spank his mistress, but only under the age old conditions agreed to by the agency and its client. Now and then Thisley goes out of bounds, and though he shouldn’t have spanked me, because he was in the wrong, I’m not a stickler and allow him slack now and then. And extra spanking now and then never hurts a girl. I took it as I did all my other spankings.
After my hot spanking I went right into Lesley’s library. He wanted to know why I was looking so flushed. I showed him my red hot spanked bottom. He merely shrugged and said, “You probably deserved it.” He turned a page of his book and said, “You’re standing in the light. ” I was absolutely furious. His cavalier attitude was unbecoming of a loving husband. I was left feeling rejected and unwanted. I had a feeling that Lesley got a kick out of that. He wasn’t going to get away with it, either. No man does.
I sniffled away the last of my tears and put on a sexy white silk halter, no bra, and a black silk hip skirt that generously showed my black v-string panty at the slightest stretch of my torso, and with my lovely Jimmy Choo sandals I sailed right out the door, but first I went into the library to see if had been wrong about my husband.. Again, he ignored me and said, “You’re in the light.” Well, I wasn’t in the light for long.
I met up with Little John who was the first person the whole day to give me a hug and say something nice. He knew by my walk that I had just been spanked. Of course I told him I hadn’t been spanked. And when he called me a liar I punched him in the arm, but all he did was whisk away my pretty hand like it was a fly. I just hate him sometimes.
We found a nice spot on the lawn by the Met and stretched out. I felt like snoozing the afternoon away, but Little John teased me as he pointed out all the other girls tanning in their panties and bras and said only the ugly girls keep their clothing on. Then he redeemed himself by saying that none of the girls compared with me, and he was right. I let him put his hand under my arm to bring me closer to him.
I opened my mouth for a kiss, but he gave me a cheap little nibble. He’s always been a stingy kisser. Even when he fucks me he rarely kisses me. I think it’s because he’d rather hear me scream my head off since I’m so goddamn loud. He playfully grabbed my pantied bottom and I let out a sore moan. “Tell me again you haven’t just been spanked.”
I whispered in his ear, “Okay. I just got spanked…Would you like to fuck me?” He whispered back, “I fucked a girl this morning, already. I need a few more hours.” I couldn’t believe he had the nerve to say that to me. It didn’t sound right. He never talked to me that way. He was always courteous. I was hurt. I even showed a tear. It seemed everyone was turning against me. I said to him, “Little John, now it’s my turn to tell you that I don’t believe you.”
He kept his lips sealed and just continued to stroked his fingers through my hair and tell me nothing. I knew he wanted me, but I wasn’t about to lie there and listen to a pack of lies. So, I left. He yelled and I could hear his hurt, “Where you going?” I yelled back, “Don’t even think of following me.” He didn’t, but I knew something was wrong.
I headed back home and went to my bedroom, which is my sanctuary, and shut the door.
I stripped down to my panties and got into bed and comforted myself deep under the covers. A few minutes later Lesley came in with that book in his hands. I didn’t even look at him. Lesley sat down next to me and tried to kiss me. I pushed him away. He said, “I know why you’re upset.” I told him, “You don’t know anything.” “You wanted Little John to fuck you. You think I didn’t know where you were going? I called him and let him know that he couldn’t have you.” I looked right at Lesley and said, “You’re a son of a bitch. Get your hands off me. You don’t own me. The next time you call Little John it better be to say you’re sorry. “
He said, “But I’m your boss. You’ll do what I tell you. ” I told him, “Then get this, boss, you’re out of here for good.” He put his hand on my arm and began to squeeze it very hard. I put my finger on the trigger of my gun and slipped it out from under the pillow and said, “Keep on squeezing.”