by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 57
The following day was just as grueling. Father dismissed me early from the workout so I wouldn’t be late again. He was trying anything he could think. I was miffed because I was playing terrifically. The last thing I wanted to do was to dismount and shower, but off I went. Father rode up to me and said, “Now, you be early young lady, not like yesterday.” I was about to tell him what I really felt when I noticed a car pull up. Father beamed and waved. I had a feeling it was that star player who was still in Rio, but it wasn’t. I recognized the wild strands of hair through the open window; it was Jean.
I was horrified. I hated him. I had told father that he had been spanking me and instead of getting infuriated he gave Jean permission to punish me if I didn’t behave during my sittings. I only sat for him several times in France, but he spanked me hot each time because of what he perceived as misbehavior. I showed mother my bottom and she said, “The man is an expert, better than I.”
I took my mount away and ignored Jean as he passed me. Father then embraced him and arm and arm they went off. I couldn’t understand why he was here. But during lunch I found out that it wasn’t for painting. At least I wouldn’t have to sit for him.
Then next day we practiced all morning, and again I was sent away early so I wouldn’t be late for lunch. Actually, I was glad. I had been uncomfortable all morning because my maid misplaced my sports bra and panties so I wore a black satin lace bra and a lacy satin v-string, which rubbed me in all the wrong, or should I say right places. And Pico, once again, had to pull off my boots. I complained to him that someone was stealing soap in the showers and he said he had made sure there was some for me today.
I headed to the locker rooms, which were gracious and elegant. I stripped down to my panties and bra, and as I unclasped my bra I looked up and noticed that there wasn’t any soap. I walked into the stalls, past the Jacuzzi area, and checked each one. No soap. I was furious. I decided to steal some. I walked around to the men’s area, and since they weren’t there, I thought I could sneak in and take what I needed. I opened the door. Quickly and quietly I went to the shower room, and as I entered it I saw one of the grooms with a box of soap.
I angrily told him, “Don’t you ever put some in the ladies’ showers?” He said, “No make difference. They no work today because pipes they change for los horses.” I had no idea what he was talking about so I spoke to him in Spanish. He suddenly turned red. He was one of the grooms who had been talking about my hot tits yesterday. He said in Spanish, “If you want to take a shower, senorita, you’ll have to do it in here,” and handed me a cake of soap. I was holding my bra. I felt like a fool. He knew I couldn’t take it.
He laughed and said, “I’ll go get your things so you don’t have to go outside like that.” Off he went. I waited a few seconds and decided it was okay to shower. I slipped off my bra and panties, left them on the floor and stepped into one of the stalls and started to lather up.
There’s nothing like a shower after a good workout and I was enjoying mine, but it was time to finish up or father would give me one of his long lectures. I turned the water off and suddenly realized that there were no towels. I had forgotten that they were placed on a rack out by the entrance – – but I hadn’t planned on showering!
I shouted for the groom. I was worried that the men would be coming in soon. I noticed my bra and panties weren’t on the floor. It was pretty obvious what that meant, but I worried that he had taken my stuff as well. So I risked getting caught naked. I ran out the men’s area and got back safely to the women’s area. At least no one had embarrassingly seen me. I saw my bag where I had left it and as I reached in I heard a voice. I turned around. It was Jean. I said to him in French, “Get out of here. It’s the ladies’ area.” He said, “What were you doing in the men’s area?” I didn’t like his tone of voice. I reached for my clothing to cover myself and said, “The water isn’t working here. So I had to go in the men’s area.”
He walked over to the stall, turned the knob and water came pouring out. You can imagine how I felt. “You just went there so the boys could see you naked, like they saw you in Morocco. Shame on you.” Jean couldn’t have set this up. I had a feeling the groom said that the water didn’t work just as a joke. I asked Jean, “Why aren’t you with father?” He said, “I was, but it was a long flight and I wanted to clean up, and when I walked in and saw the groom with your panties I knew you were up to no good. Does he fuck you every day in the shower?”
I said, “You don’t understand.” He said. “Put your clothes down and come over here for a spanking.” I said, “I don’t want to be spanked.” “Don’t argue with me, unless you want me to tell your father about your fucking.” I wanted to tell Jean to go fuck himself, but settled for, “That’s a lie. A complete lie. You’re making things up.” Jean said, “Fine. I’ll tell him.” He knew that father went nuts about the idea of anyone fucking me and that all Jean had to do was tell his trusted friend, and father would make my life miserable.
I dropped my clothing and lowered my head. Jean said, “That’s better. You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?” I muttered a weak, “Yes.” He said, “You’re a hot little ‘chatte’ and to have a hot little body to go along with that is very wicked.” He waited for my response. “Yes, sir.” “Good. Now it’s time to spank that hot little bottom of yours. Get on the massage table.”
I grabbed on to the end of it and shut my eyes. He didn’t waste his time with my precious bottom. He gave me a good hot spank to warm up. I moaned, “Please…not hard.” He spanked my bottom hard again and I cried, “Please. Not so hard.” And then it began. I got it hot and hard. Soon I was kicking and screaming, shaking my thick head of hair back and forth like a mop at the end of a stick. I begged and cried for him to stop, but the more I begged the hotter and harder he spanked. My eyes rolled back and my arms flailed. I shouted worse than a baby. I was so red hot and stinging that my mouth was fixed open. Jean had to stuff my lacy panties in my mouth to shut me up as he continued with my hot spanking. He slapped quickly and thoroughly. His big artisan hands were like paddles and each spank was paddle board hot. My poor little bottom was being systematically swept with a very mean hand and the sound echoing off the walls was its validation. (Later I heard my spanking had drifted across the barn and all the grooms stopped their work and leaned on their hay forks intently listening while the rich beautiful girl got her ass spanked.)
When Jean was done with my bottom he pulled my panties out of my mouth and asked me if I had learned my lesson. I wiped away my tears and said, “Yes, yes. I learned my lesson.” He told me to hurry up and get dressed. Abruptly he left. I turned to my side and moaned some more as I rubbed the stinging pain on my tush. It was burning and I couldn’t stop my moaning. I slipped my panties on and as I sat up I saw that groom. He whispered, “I make you feel better. Just like I take care of the horses.”
He reached over with a jar of balm. I held onto his hand to stop, but then let go because it felt so good, so caring. He brushed my hair away and said, “Poor little rich girl.” He told me to lie down on my stomach and I did. He tugged down my panties a little and began to message my bottom. I shut my eyes and welcomed the soothing sensation. I didn’t want him to stop, but after a long while he put me on my back and soothed my hips and thighs, and when all the pain seemed to have vanished I stared as he undressed. His cock was dangerously hard and ready. It shot straight up the way a ripe horny cock does.
He got up on the table and I kindly whispered, “Don’t. Please. I’m still a virgin.” He lowered his mouth and sucked on my nipples. Again I said, “Don’t,” and gave him a nice push. But he didn’t move. “Please. I’m a good girl. I’m not what you think.” His mouth moved down my stomach to my pussy and he licked. I threw my head out and let out a sigh. His tongue was fast and good. I cried, “Enough. Please. Enough. I have to go.” But he didn’t believe me. He lifted his head and said, “There’s nowhere to go.” “You don’t understand; I’m late. Father will spank me.” He opened my legs and lifted his head and said, “You are so beautiful.”
I watched in silence as he pushed then slipped his hard red cock into my bushy little pussy. I gasped, not once, but several times until he settled all the way in me. I put my hands to his face and let them slide down his chest until they caressed his hips and I said, “Then fuck me nice.”
The following day I again returned to the barn early and that groom met me by my stall. He sent Pico away and told me to get on the hay so he could take off my boots. Unlike Pico, he didn’t leave when finished. He tugged off my tight sweaty britches then my tight sweaty panties and tossed them. I waited as he undressed and then got fucked. Everyday it went like this. Everyday he waited for me to return to fuck me in the stall. I never said a word to him except when he put his cock into my young hot pussy.
Little John returned to the bench. “The nanny, I told her to take the young’n back home.” I said, “That’s not your job.” He showed me one of those tricky joints of his that I had been begging for all day, the ones that I was hooked on. I followed him into the woods and got high. Then he had me take off my sun dress, unclasp my bra and lower my panties. It was time for me to whore. The word was getting out about me and Little John was pleased. He had turned me, a wealthy Park Avenue girl, into a whore, something I never thought would happen.
