You dash into the lobby from the rain in the low-cut, tight white dress I bought you. In the damp of the evening it clings to your curves, and every man in the lobby and the bar turns to look at you. You thrill at the attention, and you blush knowing that I wanted you to draw their eyes.
You walk to the elevator, the air conditioning on your wet skin making you shiver. You know your nipples are rock hard, and without a bra and panties... you wonder how much you are showing the world.
You arrive at my door, and knock lightly. I open it, dressed in a jacket and tie. I kiss you deeply, and tell you that room service will be up with dinner soon.
We have a glass of wine while we wait, and you tell me about your day. There is a knock at the door, and the bellman enters with our food. Shrimp cocktail, rare filet and asparagus, lobster macaroni.... the smells alone are intoxicating.
He sets up our dinner, I tip him, and he takes his leave. You stand next to the table... "May I sit, sir?"
"Yes, Princess, but first I want another kiss." You comply, and our tongues dance for long moments before we both sit down.
"May I eat, sir?"
"Yes, Princess, you may."
We continue our meal in this fashion, until you take another sip of wine....
"Princess, aren't you forgetting something?"
Realizing your error, you stammer, "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. May I drink my wine, Sir?"
"It's a little late to ask permission once it's already in your stomach, isn't it?"
You look down in shame.
"Stand up, Princess."
You comply, and I order, "The lash."
Your eyes get wide with fear, and you say "No, Sir, please... It was only a little wine!"
I cock my head, looking at you appraisingly. "Very well. If you prefer ten blows with my hand over two with my whip, who am I to object? You know what to do."
Stubbornly, your head held high, you walk over to the low dresser that fills one side of our hotel room. You plant your feet, bend over, and grab the edge.
I walk over to you, and I pull your dress up above your waist. I squeeze and massage your ass, then reach back with my arm and land a heavy blow on the meat of your right cheek.
"One!" Then the left... "Two!"
By the time we get to six, your eyes are watering. After ten, the mascara you had so carefully applied (per my instruction) was a mess running down your face.
"Stand!"
You straighten up, and turn to face me. Through your tears I see a slight smile of defiance. You had made me change your punishment... and you had endured it.
"Look at you. I try to make you into a lady. I dress you for dinner. I order this wonderful meal. You can't even follow simple directions. Your face is a mess. You can't take some gentle spanking without crying. This beautiful dress is wasted on you."
With that I grab the plunging neck line and tear the dress from your body. The sudden force of my movement knocks you to your knees. I look down at you and say, "Exactly where you belong. Suck my cock."