Lynn walked into the dark club where I was waiting, legs crossed, slipping my pumps on and off my heel as I do when I'm displeased. As happy as I was to see her, she was 15 minutes late, and I was annoyed. I watched her as she walked in looking from booth to booth as her eyes adjusted to the light, the worry plain on her face.
She wore a strapless dress that buttoned from bodice to hem, which ended a good 4" above her knees. The dark green fabric hugged her slight form, but the flowing skirt was full, and swished as she walked, and would stand out, if she was spun on the dance floor. With the breeze outside today, she must have had a hard time walking from her car to the door.
I quickly texted her "go directly to the dance floor, face the DJ, start dancing, and do not turn around!" I watched from the shadows as she did so. I let her dance alone for a while then slid up behind her and nibbled her ear as I slipped in behind her. Although it was early, we weren't the only couple on the dance floor. And even though it was starting to fill, we were the only couple where both were female. This drew no small amount of attention, as this club was more known as a 'hetero' dance club.
I wrapped my arms around her, matching her grinding to the bluesy jazz. I started running my hands over her body as we swayed to the music. I started at her waist, then moved up her sides, lingering on the sides of her small breasts, then back down, resting on her hips and pulling her back into me as we danced.
After some time, I whispered into her ear, "You were late, again, Lynn. I told you that there would be consequences if you wasted my time like that again, didn't I?"
She nodded, in that cute way she has, and I knew she had sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, and was holding it there. I even felt a little... shudder, as we danced.
I asked her if she knew how late she was, she said, "Fifteen minutes?"
I nodded, my mouth still next to her ear, "That's correct. You're getting better, but nowhere near 'good' yet."
I slid my hands up her slight form, over her pert little breasts, cupping each, feeling her nipples hardening against the fabric, I hoped that she had remembered to wear ONLY her dress tonight. I really didn't want to have to punish her for making this mistake again, too. I moved to her top button, and with a quick movement, unbuttoned it. I thought she'd shriek, but she continued dancing as if nothing was different; only a slight tremor told me that she noticed.
I turned her to me for a moment, still swaying, and did a quick count, kissed her and turned her back to face the 'front'. Her bright red hair flipped up into my face as she turned. I didn't mind, even a little bit.
"I just counted, and you have 15 more buttons. And you were 15 minutes late. As this evening progresses, you will not grab this dress. You will not use arms or hands to hold it or adjust it in any way. Is that clear?"
Lynn just gave a little nod, knowing that her freckled body would be on display eventually. This time the shudder was pronounced. She almost pulled away from me, then sagged back into me, knowing what was coming, just not exactly when.
I was sure she'd bite through that lip when I grabbed both sides of her top, pulling it apart. Three buttons hit the floor, skittering under the DJ booth, likely lost forever. This pulled the thin dress apart, her nipples nearly peeking out from the sides of the lengthening "V" in the front of her dress.
We just danced for a time, as the dance floor kept filling with more and more couples. I turned her to me, my hands slipping under the loose skirt and cupping the sweet little ass-cheeks beneath it. She was, as I suspected, totally naked under the dress. She had not even worn one of her tiny little thongs. I wondered if she knew this punishment was what I had in mind.