by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 98
Cameron said, “You’re behavior leaves me no choice.” I didn’t agree. “Have you already forgotten that I’m your guest for the day?” “That’s irrelevant.”
He went on, “The groom is waiting for you in the barn.” I didn’t like his tone of voice. “Who is waiting for me?” “The groom. Now if you don’t mind, I have some nice people to tend to.” The insult burned. I wanted to get back at Cameron, but he was done with me and left the room. His butler remained by the door.
Cameron is a big client of mine. I could afford to lose him financially, but he’d be snatched up by my competitors. I’d be the laughing stock. The back stabbers would have a field day. They would lie and snipe that I was difficult, a bitch, controlling, a viper in heels. It is so easy to hate the fashionistas. But ambitious people play by their own rules.
The butler interrupted my musings, “The groom can’t wait all morning to spank you.” I looked at him hard to let him know how I felt. He felt nothing. I tried to smile, break the tension. Nothing. Another servant appeared by the door. I wondered. Did the whole staff know I was going to get spanked? How nice. How wonderful. Such endearing people I was with for the day.
He led me out the door. Like a dog, I dutifully followed. He took me across the hall and out toward the barn. I felt the whole world was watching my tight little butt, perky on its way to getting raw. The butler left me at the barn with my instructions. I was to be handed over for my spanking, beating, whatever you want to call it, and that was to be the groom whom I had insulted.
I looked around before entering. The horses, in their stalls, were the first to greet me. They jabbed they heads out the door. It seemed they knew, too. I ignored them and went on my way. I wished I had something else to change into instead of my mini and cute top. But home was far away.
I went to end of the barn and turned left. There was a little room or shed. I was told to first knock, then present myself, and behave. The butler had made me repeat these little instructions, and like a good girl I had done just that. But I had detected the perverse pleasure he got in making me feel small when I stood before him reciting.
I found the groom leaning against a rack for the saddles. He held a halter and bit in one hand. He looked me over. He liked what he saw. My little mini seemed to be of special interest. “Turn around.” I did what I was told. “You know what you’re here for?” I looked over my shoulder and said, “Yes.”
The groom said, “Well, I forgot. Why don’t you remind me?” He was playing games with me. He said, “Keep your hands at your sides. I hate fidgeters.” Like a smart alec he asked, “What are you here for?”
“May I turn around?” He said, “You can answer my question.” I swallowed hard air and said, “I’ve been bad.” “How bad?” I demurred, “I’ve been a very bad girl.” He liked when I talked like that. I knew I’d have to do more of that so he wouldn’t beat me hard.
He slapped the reins in his palm and said, “You think you’re hot stuff. You think ’cause you got the goods you can boss people around. Well, far as I’m concerned, you’re just any old pussy to me except a pussy that needs to be whipped. Needs to be reminded who she is.” I looked over as he drew the reins threw his fingers.”
I knew he was going to give it to me good and hard. He had it in for pretty girls. He even said, “I bet you’re real sassy. Like to talk back. Boss people around. I bet you’re a slut, too. I bet you like to fuck more than you like to do anything else. You’re a dirty girl. And I’m gonna see you get what’s comin’ to you. I’m gonna see you’re mind is cleaned up of all the filth it swims in.” He waited. I knew what to say, “Yes, sir.” He liked that. Things were going his way.