by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 8
I left the agency and headed up Fifth Avenue, but it was terribly difficult to keep my mind off the little affair under my skirt as it itched and begged to be given a rub. I was stopped at 49th Street by St. Patrick’s Cathedral when a group of tourists jostled together to pose on the church steps.
A worker behind me said, “Move it lady,” as he bumped his hand-truck into my spanked bottom. I let out an oouuuch! and jumped to the side. I sidestepped some other tourists about to have their photo taken, and in the cover of the crowd secretly gave myself a good deserved rub.
I continued on my way and ran into several clients on the corner of 50th. They were eager for their first orders of my new lingerie line to be shipped to their stores nationwide. I assured them that everything was on schedule, but I couldn’t wait to move on. It was exceptionally difficult for me to stand still. As we spoke, I shifted from foot to foot and uneasily reached behind to adjust my skirt in hope that a pull here and a pull there might ease my spanked bottom.
No sooner had they went on their way I bumped into Mrs. Groton as she left Tiffany’s. She was so utterly pleasant that I almost forgot the incident with her butler Thisley. She asked me, “How is Rodney working out?” I said, “Very well.” She wanted to know, “Have you visited the agency at all?” I said, “No, why?”
I really wanted to part with Mrs. Groton because of my situation, but I was curious to discuss the agency with her. I asked her, “How do you find Miss Maltby?” She said, “I much prefer Geoffreys than her.” Fascinated I asked, “Any reason in particular?” Mrs. Groton, a distinguished and elegant lady in her late forties, she looked much younger than her years, asked, “Well, have you ever visited them?”
I said, “No. I haven’t. Why do you ask?” She looked at me with some doubt and said, “Come clean Caroline, I know you’re one of us” I was totally surprised. I had no idea what she meant. I thought she meant my club membership. She said, ” You’re getting your spankings like the rest of us, aren’t you?”
I was shocked she would even bring that up. Had she noticed my spanked walk? She continued, “Don’t tell me no because I won’t have it. I’ve been getting spanked for years. Ever since we hired our first butler. I’m a lady who needs to be spanked.”
What about you?” I said, “Well, certainly not me.”
Mrs. Groton looked horribly upset. Her usual pleasant blue eyes suddenly darkened with suspicion. She said, “Then you should see to it. I think you’re a girl who would want to be spanked. Mrs. Wellner, you know, Laura of the museum bridge committee? Well, she said the first time she set eyes on you she just knew that you’re one of us. I would hate to prove her wrong.”
I wanted to tell Mrs. Groton that I was late for an appointment, or something else that could take me away, but excuses were something Mrs. Groton never tolerated. She always owned the floor when she was with you. It was all her power and money working to get what she wanted.
Mrs. Groton added, “Laura is the chair of the museum committee, if you didn’t know, and it’s something you should think about since you know something about art. We need young people to work the crowd, if you know what I mean. You’d be excellent charming company and a sensation in the papers to boot. We were thinking of asking you to co-chair the dinner for the young musicians gala. It would be a disappointment not to have you. I know you’ll do an excellent job.”
I had completely forgotten about the dinner. I didn’t know if society was ready for me to take on that responsibility. So, I was overwhelmed with joy. I almost hugged Mrs. Groton, but of course I smartly restrained myself.
She then asked, “So, how about it?” Afraid that she might remove me from the committee I said, “I’ll certainly look into it.” She said, “You certainly should.” I said, “I’ll certainly consider the thought.” She added, “You should do more than that.” I then agreed to get my spanking.
She laughed, “That’s the girl.” She had one last request, “I hope you won’t mind if I ask you to have your butler give me a call once he’s done with you. In fact, since I think you’re such a rising star I’d like him or whomever spanks you report to me each time you get your spanking. “
I didn’t know what to say. I was flabbergasted. I didn’t know if that was proper or even ethical, but I had to be reasonable; I mean I was going to be a co-chair. It certainly meant that Mrs. Groton had only the best of intentions in my regard . So I told her flat-out that it would be no problem.
Mrs. Groton gave me that special smile of hers and said, “I always known you’d be a great success.” She patted me on the arm and went on her way. I observed her bottom. I had the distinct feeling that she had just been spanked as well, but she was a pro. I couldn’t detect a thing. I wondered how long would it take me to learn how to walk like that. I knew right then that I needed another spanking. The thought of co-chairing the committee was absolutely exhilarating, and I didn’t want to risk losing the position.
I went right over to see Mr. Farrelli. He complained that he had another few hours to go before he would close. I turned his out-to-lunch sign toward the street and told him, “I don’t care. I’m in desperate need of a spanking right now.”
I hastily took him to the back with me and swished the old flimsy curtain closed. I immediately took off my suit coat, blouse and skirt, and dropped it to the floor. I undid my bra and handed it to him. I wasted no time. I pushed away a pile of unaltered clothing and got over the small back table. He said, “I apologize, but I only have ten minutes, Ms. Dupree. It’s certainly not enough to be thorough as usual. I know you like to be properly spanked.” I said, “That’s all you’ll need with me today. You may be more thorough with me the next time.”
I knew Mr. Farrelli would not resist. And he hadn’t forgotten a thing I had taught him. He slipped his hand into my luscious lacy panty and began to feel my already gorgeously spanked sexy bottom. He then slipped his hands under my chest, felt my breasts, and told me, ” Ms. Dupree, only your nipples may touch the table.” I knew that wasn’t fair since I’ve got lovely large breasts, but I didn’t have time to argue. So, I leaned up with my feet slightly off the ground. My tits thrusted forward as I arched my back and curvy bottom for him, “Give it to me now…”
The first slap on my hot bottom was sweet and clean. I slightly clenched up, but not much. “I need it hotter, Mr. Farrelli.” He responded with a heavy hard smack that loudly resounded off my buttock cheeks. I threw my head back and let out a deep ouuuhhh.
Then he smacked me good and hard again. My heels kicked right up into the air and my lovely tits swayed. I let out a long painful ahhhhhhh and was answered with a harder smack, and this time I really yelled out, OOOOhhhhhh! He warned me, “I can’t have my neighbors hearing you.” I told him, “Give it to me hotter. I don’t give a damn who hears me!”
He assured me that that was just what he was going to do. He repeatedly smacked my bottom with terrific force. I bucked up and shot forward, and rocked the table on its weak old legs as I uncontrollably trembled and screamed. I got smacked even harder. “Shut Up!” He ordered. I hollered back, “I can’t! Just rip my panty off and stuff me with it!”
He grabbed my little black panty, tugged it right off me, and stuffed it into my mouth. He then continued spanking me as hot and as hard as he wanted while I wickedly gagged into my panty ” Ohhhhhhhh! Ooooooh!” The room filled with the sound of his hand slapping my hot fleshy cheeks back and forth.
After thoroughly spanking me for exactly ten minutes, I was ordered off the table and was told to get dressed. I mentioned, “You certainly have learned how to spank a girl.” He smiled and said, “That’s exactly what my daughter said.” I was pleasantly surprised. He had followed my advice and had succeeded. We both shared a congratulatory smile.
I gave him Mrs. Groton’s number and told him that he should give her a call concerning my spanking. He said he would do it, and that I shouldn’t worry, “No one but we shall know.” I then left. I was already late for an appointment.
*
Several days later I was at a cocktail party given by the committee. Many potential donors were invited. Mrs. Wellner saw to it that I kept circulating and charm a certain few rich men. The little party was turning out to be a great success when Mrs. Wellner took me to the side and said, “Just spoke with Grace. Congratulations.” I knew what she meant. She said, “I didn’t know Mr. Farrelli also gave spankings. How did this happen?”
I had to think of something, ” He had mentioned to me that he gave his daughter spankings. One thing led to the next. I told him about my situation concerning Mrs. Groton’s request. He told me that a spanking never hurt a girl, and that he would be more than glad to provide it.”
Mrs. Wellner exclaimed, “And did you just let him spank you?” I told her, “Of course.”
She wanted to know, “Why didn’t your butler take you to task? It’s the proper thing to do.” I told her, “Well, my butler is on holiday for a month. He has things to take care of. So when I went to pick up a dress at Mr. Farrelli’s and tried it on, I told him that I was thinking about what he had said concerning spanking me. I felt it had been a long time since I had been properly spanked, and that if he didn’t mind would he give me my spanking, since I was already undressed.”
She anxiously asked, “And how was it?” I told her, “Just like what Mrs. Groton told you.” She naughtily giggled , ” Good going, Caroline. I just knew you were the right sort of girl.”
Postscript:
Several days later I felt like I needed a quick spanking so I headed over to Mr. Farrelli’s tailor shop. That damn out-to-lunch sign was up, but I knew he never went out to lunch. So I peered into the window and to my surprise I saw a woman in her bra and panties in the back room. Foolishly, the curtain had been left open. Mr. Farrelli was slipping his hand into her panty.
He gave the woman a good going over with his hand and said several things to her. She bowed her head in acknowledgment, then he gave her a good smack on her bottom. She immediately went up on her toes. When she resumed her normal stance he undid her bra – – what lovely tits she had. Then the woman turned around. I was shocked. It was my mentor. She demurely went over Farrelli’s knees.
Farrelli then gave her several practice spanks on her bottom to test her out. She gave a few little kicks and tossed her head back and moaned with little conviction. Farrelli knew that she was faking it. He was getting too good to be fooled by little tricks like that. He wouldn’t have any of it.
He tugged her white silky panty down to her ankles and exposed her lovely round tender bottom that deliciously curved into her thighs . Mrs. Groton cried: Oh please Mr. Farrelli, don’t spank me! But he didn’t pay any attention. He terrifically slapped her luscious cheeks. She began to buck and flail her arms, but to no avail. He only smacked her hotter and harder.
I was impressed with how Mrs. Groton never dropped her bottom, but kept it high and round for Mr. Farrelli’s hand. Although she did let out some wicked moans, I noticed that she clenched her teeth to hold in her screams. When her spanking became too overpowering she would weaken and wail at the top of her lungs, only to check herself and hold it in for another long while.
Although she kicked and squirmed all over Farrelli’s lap, it only took a good slap to get her back into position. I was very much impressed at the way he mastered her bottom, and how well she behaved when he let her know that he had had enough of her nonsense. I began to realize that I was much more of a challenge for him, but then I’ve always been a challenge.
I desperately wanted to stay to watch the most powerful woman in New York get properly spanked – – and I almost did — but I was too afraid that I would be caught snooping and ruin my social life. I quickly went on my way with my little secret.
