by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 99
There was piece of furniture, maybe a foot stool, I wasn’t too sure, but I could tell by the cigarette butts and cans of beer nearby that the groom sat there when he had time to burn.
“Now turn and around you better make sure there ain’t no smirk on your face, ’cause I’ll it wipe off so fast you won’t know what hit you.”
I obeyed him and turned around. “Lower your head, girl. Don’t ever look at me in the eye.” But I was nervous and I couldn’t help from keeping my eyes on him. “I said drop your head, you little bitch!” He slapped my face. I was on one foot for a second and reached out for him to steady myself, but he pushed me away. I fell on the floor.
“Get up, stupid.” I got up. I was messy and hurt, but I kept my head down and stood like he wanted me with my hands at my side. “Let’s get something straight Miss Fancy Bitch; you don’t look at me in the eye. You don’t ever look at me in the eye or you’re gonna get your hide sorely whipped.”
He then laughed as if someone had whispered something in his ear. “You ever get your hide whipped, Miss Perfect?” My eyes saw only his feet. They were full of mud and horse shit. “You got a hearing problem?” I could feel his spit on my face and hands. I demurely said, “No.” “Then why’s it take so long for you to open your pretty mouth? Seems you had no problem before. You had no problem being a bossy bitch before. None at all.”
I wasn’t sure if I were supposed to answer him or just take the abuse. He reached for a riding crop. He put it on my arm and then slowly ran it down. “Why are you standing like that? I didn’t say for you to stand like that.” I thought I was behaving, doing what he wanted. I was now confused or maybe he just wanted me to be confused so he could fuck with me. I remained demure, “I don’t know.”
“Stand there with your legs open.” I knew why, but I did what he asked. “Yes, sir.” He took the crop and ran it up the inside of my legs, tugged up my mini and pressed it on my pussy. “Bend over.” “Why?” He slapped me with his other hand. “Bend over! Don’t you ever question what I say!”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” I bent over. “Now take the crop.” He lifted the handle up and put it in my mouth. He moved it in and out so that it rubbed against my pussy and then went down my throat. “Now put your hand on my cock.” I put it on his crotch. He was hard. I could feel his proud grin ooze over me. “That’s the real God damn thing.” It was actually kind of small, but I let it go by.