Lunch with a Dominatrix

Copyright 2012 Christopher D.B.

Previous stories in this series: Off-Road Goddess, Paddled in the Boondocks

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I slipped out of work a little early in order to drive across town to meet Miss Julia for lunch. She had called me earlier in the week to see if I was available. Considering that the last time we spent together was at a trailer located in the middle of nowhere and she had repeatedly spanked my bare ass with a wooden paddle, the opportunity to have a normal lunch date with her was something that I couldn't pass up.

She worked on the eastern edge of town for a sheet metal fabricator that was located on a vast industrial strip. I spotted her familiar yellow jeep in the parking lot as I walked up to the front door of the low glass and stone office wing of the building.

A hot young lady was seated behind the reception desk, showing an unprofessional amount of cleavage with her snug cami top. She gave me a friendly smile and asked,

"May I help you?"

I cleared my throat softly and told her I had come to meet Miss Julia for lunch. She gave me a private smile and a quick once over glance, then told me to have a seat and wait.

When making the lunch date, Julia had insisted that I ask for her at work by the title, Miss Julia. It was how she had me address her when she dominated me, but those few times had always been in private. I was a little uncomfortable asking the receptionist for a Miss Julia, but I didn't dare disobey the instructions I had been given earlier. Judging by the young lady's smile and the few prairie dog peeks over office partitions I had gotten from eavesdroppers as I waited, I could only assume that her coworkers were aware of her dominant nature.

For all I knew, she might be the boss and everyone in the company had to call her Miss Julia. It was easy to envision her as a real office disciplinarian, administering harsh spankings to burly factory men who were caught loafing on the job, or geeks from the office that she caught surfing the internet on company time. She would be both worshiped and feared.

The clicking of high heels on the tile floor tore me from my pornographic fantasy and I looked up as Miss Julia walked out of an adjacent hallway. She was dressed in a dark gray business suit, the skirt a few inches above her knees, with a shimmering satin blouse and black pumps sporting what looked like four or five inch heels.

"Let's go," she said bluntly, barely glancing at me as she walked towards the front door. I had planned on offering to drive but she moved surprisingly fast in her tall heels, and when I caught up with her outside she was halfway to her jeep, her long dark wavy hair blowing softly in the light breeze.

"Where would you like to go?" I asked, now in the passenger seat, as she shifted gears pulling out of the lot. There were plenty of fast food restaurants in the area, but I was ready to pick up the bill if she wanted to go to a nicer place.

"I've made arrangements already," she said. "You'll see when we get there. If you have a cell phone with you, turn it off. I don't want to be disturbed by an annoying ring tone or it buzzing like a vibrator up your ass."

After shutting off my phone I tried to make some conversation but her answers were short and then she turned on a heavy metal radio station, drowning out any hope of talking to her.

I felt the familiar anxiety of being with Miss Julia. As always, she seemed to have an agenda planned out, and the only thing I could do was go along with it and do as I was told. A friend and neighbor of mine named Mike had dated her once and recently I was able to get his story of the events, after plying him with a number of beers. His tale would have made a good erotic story if he had given it more detail and embellishment.

Like me, Mike had met Julia when he went four wheeling. Over a year ago he had been invited by his friend Dave, whom he had known since high school. Dave was there with his wife Sue, and there was some stoner guy there driving a rusty Scout. Julia was there as well and the two ladies spent a lot of time chatting any time they stopped.

At first Mike thought that the other guy might be Julia's boyfriend but it quickly became obvious that he wasn't. For one thing they were driving separate vehicles, and any time the dude fired up a joint she looked down her nose at him in a disapproving stare.

Mike thought that Julia was hot, describing her as dressed in a tank top, a pair of cutoff jeans, and boots. It sounded as though she was dressed the same as when I had first met her, with the Daisy Duke shorts and knee high black rubber riding boots, sexy yet perfect for getting out in the mud.

Any chance he got, he tried to make conversation with her, but she always seemed to brush him off. To his surprise, by the end of the day when everyone was ready to part ways and go home, she asked for his phone number but didn't offer hers in return. A few days later she called him and before he could suggest it, she asked him out to dinner.

He didn't think it was an aggressive move on her part to ask him out on a date since she appeared to be a confident independent woman. He said they met a day later at a Chinese restaurant on the east side of town. I imagined that restaurant was close by right now and might be our destination for lunch.

When I asked Mike what Julia had worn on their date, he simply said jeans, fuck-me boots, and a top that sort of showed her boobs. I envisioned her beautiful ass sheathed in a pair of tight jeans with the legs tucked into a pair of some black knee high leather boots with tall heels. She probably wore a satin blouse that might normally be worn under a suit jacket to work, an extra button or two undone to show some cleavage.

Everything seemed to go well for him at first, but then he said the interrogation started. Julia asked him numerous questions about his past relationships and how they had ended. She wanted to know how close he was with his family, and his long term plans for his future. It was one question after another with barely time for him to answer, and no time for him to ask her any questions in return.

Then he was really disturbed when she asked him when he last got laid, and for details of the last time he jerked off. I got the impression that he tried to evade those questions and that pissed her off. When their dinner was over, Mike was ready to get the hell out of there and go home, never wanting to go out with Julia again. That's when she asked him if he'd like to dance.

The restaurant had an adjoining lounge and near the end of their dinner he could hear a deejay playing some dance music. Mike said he doesn't like to dance, but thought it might be a way to salvage the evening, and maybe he'd get a chance to snuggle up to her hot body on the dance floor.

It was still a bit early so the lounge wasn't very full, with most people seated at the bar, and the dance floor was empty. Just as they got to the edge of the dance floor, to Mike's surprise Julia sat down at a table.

"Did you change your mind about dancing?" he asked her.

"I asked if you wanted to dance," she told him. "I didn't say that I was going to dance with you. Now get out there and do a dance for me," she ordered, pointing towards the open dance floor.

Mike was a bit pissed off by that, but he got an idea. He started dancing out in the middle of the floor, I envisioned him doing some cheesy disco moves, but then he worked his way towards the table where Julia was sitting.

He then started doing a slow grinding pelvic motion and some Chippendale style moves, trying to flex his muscles seductively while dancing slowly. A few hoots rose up from the small crowd at the bar and Julia was smiling, clearly entertained. When the song ended and another one started, he tried to get her up on the dance floor, but instead she flagged down a cocktail waitress to order a drink and told Mike to get back out on the dance floor.

He continued his routine, popping open a few buttons on his shirt, and then tried to give Julia a lap dance. She forcefully pushed him away and pointed out towards the center of the floor. Rejected, the game started getting old fast. When the song ended and he started to leave the dance floor, Julia told him that he wasn't done yet and commanded him to dance for her some more. Mike told her it was time to go, and headed for the door.

Outside in the parking lot, she confronted him by his truck, saying that he had disrespected her and he would have to be punished. He said she reached into her purse and pulled out a paddle. Mike just laughed at her but when he tried to unlock his truck she knocked his keys from his hand. In another quick motion she had him pinned up against the side of his truck and began to swat his ass hard with the paddle. Being taken by surprise, Mike confessed that he froze up in disbelief that he was actually being spanked by his date, like a bad little boy.

It hurt like hell, he said, and when he tried to break away she used some sort of nerve pinching grip on his arm that rendered him helpless so he was forced to take the rest of the paddling.

Finally she released him and simply walked away without saying a word. By the time he found his keys under the dim parking lot lights, Julia had driven off in her jeep and would never be seen or heard from again until another day of four wheeling, during which they only spoke to one another when necessary. Clearly any interest she had in him was gone, and that was fine with him.

Now here I was, about to have lunch with a dominatrix. I was sure I could handle any interrogation, and though I didn't think I could dance, if she ordered me to get out on the floor I was willing to do my best.

To my surprise we pulled into the parking lot of a motel, which I quickly noticed had no restaurant. Perhaps she was interested in a lunchtime romp instead. Hot as she looked, I had no objections and my cock started to get hard in my khaki trousers as she pulled up in front of the door to room number seven and shut off the engine.

It seemed that she had checked into the room earlier in the day because she pulled a key card from her purse and opened the door, motioning for me to go inside.

"Take off your clothes, fold them neatly, and place them on the bed," she ordered, closing the door behind us.

"Yes, Miss Julia," I responded, quickly removing my tie and stripping off the rest of my clothing. However, I realized it wasn't a quick tumble in the sack that she wanted when I saw her taking a paddle from her purse.

"Do you remember this paddle?" she asked in a challenging tone, slapping the face of it against an open palm of her hand. It was a light colored varnished wood, roughly the length of a ping pong paddle, but narrower and much thicker, and a single large hole had been bored in the center of the face. It was the same paddle that she had spanked me with almost two weeks ago when I had met her at the trailer in the boondocks.

"Yes, Miss Julia," I said humbly, confirming that I remembered the paddle all too well.

"I'm sure you do," she said quietly. "Now, before we enjoy our lunch, I need to give you a quick spanking just to make sure I have your complete attention and to encourage you to be obedient."

I was more than willing to obey without being paddled, but I assumed that begging would only piss her off, so I bent over as she instructed, with my hands resting on a small table by the window.

Five hard swats landed on my left butt cheek, quickly followed by another five on the opposite cheek. I had winced and grit my teeth, fighting back the urge to groan or cry out. I expected her to mock me and spank me some more, but instead she ordered me to go to the small kitchenette alcove.

One frozen entrée was in the refrigerator and I started heating it up in the microwave for her. A single place setting with nice silverware, a wine glass, and china plate was on the counter, and I was instructed to serve her food on that when it was ready.

"Pour me a drink," she ordered, now having taken a seat in a comfortable chair at the table. I removed what I thought was a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator. It turned out to be a non-alcoholic sparkling grape juice. Thinking she would want to be served as if I were a waiter, I took the wine glass to her, popped the cork and poured her a glass with as much finesse as I could manage.

When her food was heated, I dished it out onto the china plate and brought it to her, along with the silverware and some napkins. I felt very awkward serving her while being naked, but I didn't linger at the table because then she ordered me to prepare my lunch.

Miss Julia's entrée consisted of a seafood and pasta dish, and as far as frozen meals go it was one of the more expensive gourmet brands. My meal was a sharp contrast, a cheap frozen pita or pot pie thing, which I was supposed to place on a lone paper plate. There wasn't even a plastic fork for me to use.

When my food was heated, Miss Julia ordered me to get down on all fours and set my plate at her feet. At first I thought that she was going to have me eat it like a dog, without using my hands. Instead she punctured a row of holes in the breaded crust with her stiletto heels, each time pulling them out slowly to reveal the tips covered with thick gravy.

"I'll be feeding you," she told me, holding first one heel of her shoe and then the other up to my face and telling me to lick them clean.

After she ate some of her food and took a drink from her wine glass, she slowly mashed the pointed toe of one black leather pump into my food, the now perforated crust easily parting and spilling out the steaming contents.

She raised her foot to my face, the toe and sole of her shoe coated in the sticky gravy with several clumps of chicken and a single pea, and I tried to lick all the food off of her shoe before it could drip back onto the paper plate.

I thought that I could smell a hint of a soft perfume at her ankles, and her beautiful legs were sheathed in a fine nylon. Most likely she was wearing pantyhose, but I imagined that they were stockings, and that under her sexy skirt she wore a lace garter belt. Up close I could see that her shoes had a few light scuffs and the soles were worn as if she had walked a lot of miles in them.

Sipping her sparkling grape juice, Miss Julia swirled the toe of her other shoe into the mashed contents of my lunch, and again presented me with a pump dripping with meat, vegetables, and gravy, which I gladly licked clean.

"I'm sure you were expecting a more conventional lunch date," she taunted. "But I like this better. I can see you've got a hard-on, so you don't have any objections, do you?"

"No, Miss Julia," I responded as she raised the gravy smeared toe of her shoe to my lips.

"Do you like to see women in high heels?" she asked, bringing the tip of a stiletto heel to my mouth, which I seductively licked even though it only had a dab of meat and gravy on the tip.

"Yes, Miss Julia," I said, my lips not breaking contact with her heel until she pulled it away to scrape it in the remains of my lunch.

"I love heels too. They make me feel sexy and powerful," she explained. "I'm not allowed to wear shoes like these with a skirt this short into the shop at work. The foreman is afraid that one of his men might lose a finger in the press brake. What sort of work do you do, Eric? From the clothes you were wearing earlier it seems you have a white collar job."

While she ate her lunch, Miss Julia listened attentively as I explained that I designed heating and air conditioning systems for an engineering firm.

"We do a lot of work for hospitals and laboratories, Miss Julia." I had made it a point to punctuate each sentence with, Miss Julia, and that seemed to please her.

When the last of my food was gone, Miss Julia placed one spiked heel on the edge of the paper plate to hold it in place while she scraped up the remains of the gravy with the sole of her other pump. Crossing her legs seductively, she ordered me to lick up the last bits from the bottom of her shoe, and then lick her shoe over completely to make sure that it was spotless.

"I have an image to maintain at my office and it wouldn't look good for me to return with food smeared on my shoes," she explained. When I had finished she crossed her legs the opposite way, presenting me with her other shoe to clean while she relaxed and sipped her grape juice. Then she told me to refill her glass, which I did without getting off my knees.

"When we first met, Eric, you told me that it was your fantasy to be dominated by a woman. You especially wanted to be spanked, isn't that right?" she asked.

"Yes, Miss Julia," I answered.

"Well, we've spent some quality time together since then. I assume there were a few moments when you thought you had gotten more than you bargained for. Isn't that correct?" she asked, now leaning forward to caress my hair and twirl a lock of it through her fingers.

"Yes, Miss Julia," I said.

"You really intrigue me. Your body is free of piercings and tattoos, you probably work out a bit and keep yourself in shape. All very clean and firm," she said, nudging the tip of my painfully straining erection with the pointed toe of her high heeled shoe.

"You also wear your hair a bit longer than most men your age, which I like a lot," she continued. "It seems that you have a good job, and from what I've observed since the day we first met, it seems that you have your act together."

"I know that I've hurt you and degraded you, and I'll honestly tell you that I've enjoyed every minute of that, but it's important that any man that I consider letting into my life know his place. You take very willingly to submitting yourself to me, and I am very pleased." There was a long pause and I wasn't sure if she expected me to say anything in return.

"Thank you, Miss Julia," I dared to say at last.

"Now, our lunch hour is running out," she said. "You've been very well behaved but before we go, would you like a spanking? Just for fun?" she asked.

"No, Miss Julia," I replied. The last thing I wanted was a hard paddling before returning to the office.

"Come on," Miss Julia beckoned, standing up and taking her wooden paddle off the table. "Normally I give hard spankings for disciplinary reasons," she explained. "But I know the type of spanking that you really want, with just enough pain to be real, but not so hard that the fun is over too soon. When you're done getting spanked, I'll allow you to jerk off and finally get some sexual relief. Are you interested now?" she asked seductively.

I considered that she might be setting me up for a rough paddling and then tell me I only had a few seconds to get dressed before we left. However, I was so aroused from having been at the feet of a dominant goddess and worshiping her stiletto heeled shoes. Even if there was a chance that I might be denied an orgasm, I felt I had to take it.

Miss Julia instructed me to get on the bed on all fours. She stood beside the bed and first caressed my bare ass with her paddle. Then there were several swats of random intensity, landing on either butt cheek unpredictably.

"You like that, don't you?" she asked with a low growl, lightly rubbing my now stinging buttocks with her paddle.

"Yes Miss Julia," I said. I received several hard swats, followed by a few light smacks, and then one on each cheek that hurt just right. My scrotum was tightened with arousal to the point I thought that just a few more swats would make me cum.

She was saying how much she loved to spank me and have me at her feet, all the while rubbing the blade of the paddle in soft circles over my reddened ass. After the next few swats I started moaning, not in pain but with pleasure.