Handclaps and nods of approval for our next guest story submission to the Summer of Spanking Stories. This fantasy of teasing, desire and dominance was written by the talented tinybabelost, do visit her blog for more. Enjoy!
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We had been out to dinner that night and when the waitress came to ask what we’d like, you had ordered for us both. It sets me on fire when you do that. You’re the only person on the planet I would let do such a thing for me. We were sitting beside each other on the same side of the booth. I rested my left hand on your thigh as the waitress moved away.
“Thank you,” I said. “I love it when you do that.” The full glass of wine I’d already had after a very, very long day was definitely rearing its head when I leaned over to you and said, “It makes me so wet.”
Still facing out to the floor of the restaurant, your eyebrow shot up. You reached for your beer and took a long pull. I proceeded to tell you what I hoped you would do to me when we got home. True to my New England roots, I’m usually more reserved. ‘Eminently appropriate’ is what you have jokingly called me in the past. But tonight I was brave and filthy. Like I said, I was a little drunk. The trace of a smile hovered on your lips but your eyes stayed focused out toward the rest of the crowd. My voice trailed off when our food arrived. We ate in silence. The more time that passed the more uncomfortable I became. Had I crossed a line? Had I offended you? A flush spread across my cheeks. I became embarrassed. I could hardly eat. You frowned when the waitress cleared my barely touched plate. You paid the check and we started the short walk back to the apartment. Less than a block from our place, you said you needed to make a stop.
“I’ll meet you at home,” you said.
“Back there,” I said. “The things I … Did I do something to upset you?” You bent at the knees so that we were eye level and put your right hand on my neck, sliding it up to rest along the underside of my jaw.
“You always please me, kitten. Go home and get into bed. I won’t be long.” You kissed me softly and then ran your thumb across my lower lip. “Do as you’re told,” you said as you rose and walked in the opposite direction. I’m not sure how long I stood rooted to the spot. I was in bed when you came home 30 minutes later, also known as 3 minutes ago…