by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 93
But on my way out I noticed Mr. Farrelli still at work. “How’s it going?” He took a threaded needle out of his mouth, “You’re here late.” “So are you.” He looked me over. It had been a while.
I was wearing a knee length navy skirt with a hidden back zipper, strapped navy heels and a sleeveless white top. I leaned against the door frame and slipped my hand through my hair and let it fall over my eye.
“I saw you on the cover of Town and….” I put my finger to my lips, mimicking the cover shot. He laughed. We both did. “I went to that site. The one with that little movie.”
He was talking about the site that had a short clip of me getting spanked. I finally gave in and answered some calling. They promised not to show my face, just me over a guy’s knees with my panties down. I was surprised when they told me the tricks for faking a spanking. They were surprised when I told them I didn’t need any.
“What did you think?” Farrelli said, “You were good. Real good.” He looked me over again, knowing I liked it. I sort of pouted, leaned, so my nice tits would extend. I suddenly got this incredible burning in my groin as if I had drank too much and was about to slip into that other world.
I stepped into his office and shut the door behind me, leaned against it, locked it, then crossed my legs as the trembling phased in and out. I can control it better now, better than over before, but I think it shows more, or I let it show more.
We looked into each other’s eyes. He followed my hand as I reached behind and unzippered my skirt. It fell to the floor. I stepped out of it and again leaned against the door. My short little sleeveless top bared my flat tummy; hip tied lacy panty and panty waist with long stocking straps.
I crossed my legs and got comfortable in his eyes. He said, “You’ve changed.” I wanted to know, “How so?” He said, “You’re more radiant.” I knew what he meant. I wasn’t repressing that fire inside of me. I wasn’t as cautious; it was as if I wanted to get caught.
I always liked the danger of possibly getting caught, but it had always made me incredibly nervous. I’m a terrible exhibitionist. I first discovered my little perversion as a teenager when one of our male servants came to get me for my riding lesson. I was in my panties and nothing else when he walked in my room. I stood quietly as he got to see my young small ripe tits, with my newly extended nipples. I said nothing. I looked at him as he looked at me. Courtesy made him leave. From then on I left the door open. From then on, people got to see me.