by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 91
He played with me again, “Do you like to be spanked with your panties down?” I pouted. I wasn’t going to answer him. I averted my eyes and stood there hoping he’d back down. But he didn’t. He smacked my bottom again. Then he stood in front of me and I made the mistake of looking down at him with just the slightest contempt. He smacked my face.
It was a hot smack to let me know that I was out of bounds, but deep inside I knew who was my master. As I said, I’ve been trained well by my butlers and it’s something Little John understood only too well when he met me in Central Park. I was a girl who needed just the right amount of abuse. He found and got the tramp out of me, slutting me, whoring me at his pleasure, then at my pleasure.
The thrill that he could pimp a high class Park Avenue girl, was too much for Little John to resist, and I went like a sheep and whored myself as he wished; I will whore for him again. I worried now for the first time in my life, how much deeper into this I would be going, as if I weren’t in deep enough, my crazy escapades, now seeming more than just slutty moments.
I had been bred well. Princeton educated. The quintessential American girl. But sought pleasure, if pleasure could be called that, outside of any normal reference. My new friend Laura seemed to be the kind of girl who I could talk to. She seemed to have something to say, to share, but like me was holding back, waiting, not sure, would it be a mistake to bare one’s soul?
I got another hot smack. I was bent over the width of a table, my fingers grabbing on to the end. My skirt was tugged down and my panties, too. The boy beat my bottom hot and hard, but at a deliberate pace. The day was gone. My mind was gone. It was just the table and my fingertips.