She was on the subway staring at her hands nervously as she thought about what would take place over the next several hours. She had posted an ad about this before, but never actually went through with a meeting. In her previous relationships she always hated that moment of awkwardness where she tried to explain what her real sexual thoughts and desires were- that she longed to be dominated by a man through mind and body. Some men tried to understand, and even partake in these activities, but seldom could they actually fulfill her fantasies, to be taken roughly, dragged across a room, thrown over a sofa or bed and spanked hard until her ass was purple and tears were running down her face.
She wanted to meet someone who could give her what she wanted without being concerned about what they thought. She had received hundreds of emails from people begging for permission to take her over their knees to teach her a lesson... While it thrilled her to have the power of choice, none of the men felt right until she opened his response. He had attached a picture of himself and she was floored. He was gorgeous, and confidant, and wrote well. She responded back to him and within a few weeks they had a meeting date.
In her day to day life she could never imagine anyone realizing what she so desired. If anything, she came across as the more dominant overbearing person. This was exactly the reason why she needed to be controlled by a man. She hated the fact that she always got what she wanted. She almost felt guilty about it, and decided that the only way she could purge this guilt would be to have someone beat it out of her.
She was startled into consciousness when the subway doors opened at her stop. She quickly gathered her belongings and rushed out of the car and up the stairs. She knew she was going to be late, she had actually planned it that way so that he would be extra hard on her. Again, in real life, she could always talk herself out of these situations, but she knew that with this one, it would not work.
Walking only a few blocks downtown, she arrived at the hotel she was supposed to meet him. In order to fulfill at least one of his requests, she quickly took off her coat to reveal the short tight black dress she was wearing over her bare and shaven skin. The result was a slew of stares, both from men and women, as she crossed the lobby to get to the hotel bar where he would be waiting for her on the last stool of the right side of the bar.
He was not happy with her, even with her spectacular appearance. She glanced down at her watch and gasped as she realized that her watch was actually fast and she was more than a half hour late. "I am so sorry...my watch is fast and I thought that I was much earlier that this...the subway took forever...I am never late..." she stammered. He held up his hand in effort to silence her, and forged a much happier expression, as he ordered her a glass of red wine. Even through she hated red, she drank as they quietly exchanged civilities for a while. On the whole, she was impressed with him. He was good looking, intelligent, and could carry a decent conversation. In any other 'date' situation she would have happily shown her true colors and played coy and flirty, but she could not help but think of the fact that this man was about to lay her face down and give her a spanking she would never forget.
One hour later, he stood up, placed a hotel key on the bar, excused himself, and left. She stared down at the key wondering if she should run back home and pretend like it had never happened, that she had not shown up at some hotel to be spanked by a total stranger. She decided that she no longer had anything to lose. She had already come all the way to the hotel, and she may as well get the best part over with.