We were going out with some of your friends tonight. I've heard a lot about them but had only spent moments with each of them.
You're obviously excited. Heck you've been excited for a week. I'm not sure how much of the excitement is actually the fact that you're going out with friends or going out with me and not being the fifth wheel (for a change) and/or showing me off. It could possibly be something else altogether. I have no way of knowing.
Whatever the reason or reasons you could hardly sit still when the big day arrived. It was a Saturday and you buzzed around all day doing laundry, cleaning, the usual Saturday chores except at 90 mph.
I tried to stay useful - and really tried to stay out of the way. I continued that approach during the "get dressed and ready" part of the day. I had already grabbed my clothes before you started and when you were deciding what to wear I dashed in and out of the shower.
When you were ready you came out to show off the finished product. You had your hair up, a white sundress and sandals on.
I twirled my finger for you to give me a spin, which you did, and having seen all of the outfit I declared, it - and you - magnificent.
You followed where my eyes were and guessed the question I was trying to answer "Yes I'm wearing underwear."
I don't think you even had to follow my eyes to know to follow up with "and a bra."
I knew that. Forgetting a bra wasn't going to happen no matter how excited you were to go out.
I was kind of hoping the panties would have been left behind - that was something you would do from time to time - but not surprised, given the white dress, and that we're headed out with your friends.
It was a warm spring evening and we took advantage of that meeting up at a bar with an open patio in back. Sitting outside I got to know Jackie, her husband Ken; Cheryl and her long-term boyfriend Dan. You'd met years ago working together and had more than your share of fun together, especially the single years when you closed more than a couple bars and had a few wild nights.
As the others coupled up and you all settled down, the outings became less frequent and less wild.
The three of you were a contrast of looks - you thin, average height, blonde, large but proportionate chest and white skin. Jackie was tall, thin, long with straight black hair and Italian complexion. Ken was taller than Jackie, an inch or two over six feet, with a shaved head and shared heritage.
Cheryl and Dan were the opposite end of the height spectrum; both below average. Dan looked like he was fighting a losing battle to keep his width from exceeding his height. Cheryl wasn't fat, but had a few extra pounds that, I guessed she had complained about (she did). Most of those pounds found their way to her butt, to be frank.
The women did most of the talking, recounting stories of past exploits - particularly ones you played a central role in.
As the night progressed I noticed a pattern. If the girls started telling a story you didn't like, you'd interrupt or try to talk over them. Most of the time you were successful but, if you weren't, you'd immediately follow up with a story that would embarrass them more.
When Cheryl told a story about your skirt once getting caught in your waistband band and mooning people on the street, you immediately followed up with a story about her boob falling out of her shirt at a concert - and how long it took her to fix it after the singer noticed.
Later Jackie joked about me being better looking than the guy you made out with in a parking lot and you launched into full details about a blowjob she gave a guy in a different parking lot. Judging by his reaction, it definitely wasn't Ken Jackie kneeled in front of in the parking lot, but I wasn't sure whether or not he had heard this story before.
The look Jackie gave you confirmed she didn't think he needed to hear it tonight.
I caught your eye a few times and gave you a look but you ignored it.
As Jackie and Cheryl started to lose patience I said "Vickie, Honey, why don't you let the girls talk, how else can I get to know them?"
My words were soft but my look was hard and I know you recognized it, but there was no stopping you.
"Oh pooo, they're fine, they're having a great time."
They looked at me and gave a little shrug. This behavior was unusual for you but apparently they had seen it before but, I hadn't, and wasn't enjoying it.
The evening continued for another hour or so much the same way. I'd decided both guys were pretty well pussy whipped. It didn't take much more than a whisper from Jackie or Cheryl for them to jump.
I let my irritation show and your friends definitely picked up on it even as you chose not to pay attention.
Eventually Cheryl said it was getting late so we all decided to leave. We were parked near each other in the far corner of the parking lot away from the bar lights.
Arriving at my car first I opened the back gate and pulled you next to me.
"It was wonderful meeting you, I thoroughly enjoyed hearing stories of the old days but, before the evening ends, I'm afraid there is one thing that must be addressed."
Turning to you I said "Vickie, you were rude tonight. You talked over everyone and made a point of embarrassing your friends. I warned you but you refused to pay attention. That is not acceptable. An apology is needed and a punishment."
The instant I started talking to you, you recognized the change in the tone of my voice. It triggered the submissive in you before I was done talking.
You'd never refused anything I ordered in that tone before - begged and pleaded and whined but never refused but then I'd never used it in front of your friends before either.
"Yes sir," you said quietly. So you weren't going to refuse it tonight either, although I am sure you were scared how far I'd push it.
"Bend over the car," I told you and you leaned into the car, putting your chest down in the back of the SUV which left your butt sticking out towards us, the skirt of the white dress bright in the dim parking lot.
To the group I said "From time to time I find it necessary to correct Vickie's attitude. Don't worry, she won't be harmed and in fact she qute enjoys it."
I heard a slight whimper from you when I told your friends about your submissive side. Turning towards you briefly I said "Lower them to your knees."
While I continued addressing your friends you pushed your panties down your legs to your knees and then pushed out to keep them from falling farther. You were careful to not let your boobs come off the floor of the car while doing it.
"As her transgressions were serious," I continued to them. "And impacted you I think it's only proper you should witness her punishment. Well part of it. She'll receive a more complete one later.
With that I flicked your skirt over onto your back exposing your bare bottom. Both men leaned in slightly, Ken glancing to make sure Jackie didn't notice. The women were motionless.
I am sure they'd seen your naked ass before but never like this, bent over a car in a parking lot. They certainly hadn't seen what came next.
The smack was hard enough to make both of them jump when my hand landed on your right cheek. The left cheek got its own immediately after.
I think you were the one least shocked by the spank.
I caressed your butt as I explained.
"Ten per cheek is appropriate for now."
Turning towards you I set up a deliberate rhythm. Not hurried at all, the exact interval between each blow as I alternate between the left and right ass cheek. I'm ignoring the other four, but I'm sure that they can see by half way through you are pushing your ass out to meet my hand with every smack.
They aren't hard, but are hard enough to turn your skin pink. Not that anyone could tell in this light, but from experience I know exactly what shade it is right now.
When I'm done, I stand up. Jackie has moved over slightly to get a better view. She's standing in front of Ken and I see her but moving softly against him. I'm not sure if she wants to be spanked or to spank but, judging from the way he's standing, Ken is willing to do whichever she doesn't want.
When Jackie sees me looking she steps back away from Ken.
Cheryl and Dan are still stunned, neither one having moved more than an inch since this started. Their reaction would come tomorrow but I couldn't guess what it would be.
"Stand up," I order you stepping away.
As you do your skirt drops back down, covering you up.
