It was Friday night and I had agreed to come to dinner with the Lady Dragon and her family. She was a fairly good cook and I enjoyed the chicken and twice baked potatoes. Now, I'm from a small family myself. Just my parents and me, so I was somewhat unprepared for their boarding house style of eating. At some point two of the younger boys got into a small food fight. OK, maybe not so small. The area of demolition covered somewhere around ten square feet. The Lady was on her feet in an instant and charging around the table. She grabbed each of her boys by an ear and marched them off into a back room. I must have had a confused look on my face because Jennifer, their 20 year old and oldest daughter, informed me that they were going to be spanked.
Now, I was somewhat surprised to hear this as I thought most modern authorities frowned on spanking. So it just kind of popped out of my mouth.
"When was the last time you were spanked, Jennifer?"
She turned all red and looked down at her plate.
"Answer him, Jenn." Commanded her stepfather.
"Yes, Sir." She looked at her watch. "I was last spanked two hours ago."
I'd seen her squirming on her chair but I'd thought that was because she wanted to head out to a party or something. After all it was Friday night. I admit I grinned as I realized that even at twenty she was still treated like a little girl. She turned even redder and found a lot more interest in her food. She started casting little glances at me, though. I was kind of wondering about the glances when her stepdad went off to see about his wife.
"Jennifer?"
She looked up at me with somewhat of a puppy dog look.
"Are you interested in being spanked by someone other than your parents?"
She looked down at her plate and I could barely hear her. "
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" I prodded.
"Yes, Sir, I would like you to spank me."
"Alright, Jennifer. I'll expect you at my house tomorrow night. I will discipline you as I see fit. Understood?"
'Yes, Sir." And she went back to eating her dinner.
I'm not really sure how the rest of the evening went. I was fairly preoccupied. Eventually the evening was over and I left.
Saturday night I was watching TV when I heard a car pull up outside. I had to smile to myself. I hadn't really thought she was serious. I turned off the TV and waited. I heard light footsteps across the gravel outside. She paused a moment on my front porch, spending a few seconds gathering herself, and then knocked on my door.
It had been a timid knock so I waited until it came again...a little louder and a little more forcefully. I got up and made my way to the door. Opening it, I saw Jennifer look up at me with those big puppy dog eyes. I love that mixed look of fear and longing. I stepped back and she slipped by me with not a word spoken. I closed the door and made my way back to the couch.
I sat down and looked up at her. She was unsure of what to do, she stood there kind of looking around my place. I looked her over and enjoyed what I saw. She stood about six feet tall with brown hair that hung to her shoulders. She had those big blue innocent eyes that we guys seem to love so much. And her figure was something else. A year ago she could have been a model. She was swizzle-stick thin and athletic. She was still athletic today but womanhood was upon her. She now had hips that gave her a very interesting look. She was still thin...her hips were just bone. But she was still that swizzle-stick above and below the hips. When she seemed a little more at ease I asked a few of the necessary questions.
