We've met several times now to get to know each other, we've had dinner together and seen a couple of movies, but we've been very careful to skirt the issue of sex until our trust had been established. The last time we met, when I left, I told you that I felt I could trust you, and I was ready to take our relationship to the next level. We've been talking on the phone the past week and teasing each other with the promise of sex during our next meeting. I arrive at your house about a half hour late due to some construction traffic that I hadn’t anticipated. I’m never late and it makes me crazy that I haven’t arrived on time. I’m worried that we’ll miss our reservation and they’ll give our table away. I’m nervous about getting there late and how you will react, but you greet me with a very intense kiss. We break off reluctantly, passion very evident in both of our faces.
“We’ll have to save this for later, we have dinner reservations, and we’ll have to really move it to get to the restaurant before we lose our table.”
“I’m so sorry I’m late, I forgot about the road construction on the interstate.”
As we get in your car, I can see the set of your jaw and realize that I’m going to pay for this later tonight.
“I’m very surprised that you didn’t remember that, especially since you got caught in that the last time.”
I know exactly what you’re thinking, since we’ve talked about spanking, and since I’ve never had a real spanking as an adult, I’m nervous and try to explain.
“I guess I was so anxious to get here, that I wasn’t thinking clearly. I won’t forget about it the next time.”
We manage to get to the restaurant only fifteen minutes late, just as they’re about to give away our table. We make small talk through dinner, enjoying each other’s company and the good food. Several times through dinner, you take my hand and caress it, even bringing it up to your lips and kissing it once. I relax, thinking that since we didn’t lose our reservation and you seem to have forgotten my lateness, you have forgiven me and I won’t receive a spanking this time. I’m relieved because even though we’ve talked about it, and I’m turned on by the fantasy, when the fact of it actually happening is in front of me, I’m very nervous about it.
We leave the restaurant and as we get to the car, you pull me into your arms and kiss me, deep and long. When you finally pull away, I’m left breathless, my eyes still closed and weak in the knees. You open the car door for me and hold my hand while I get in, then you come around to your side of the car and we take off for your house again. I can barely think straight all the way back. Your right hand is on my breast, rubbing on my nipple and I want nothing more than to be in your bedroom, naked and having you inside me. The drive back seems to take forever, but that’s only because I can’t wait to get there.
Finally, we arrive at your house and you help me out of the car and lead me into the house and back to your bedroom. Once again, I find myself in your arms and you kiss me so well, that my knees start to buckle. You guide me to the side of your bed and I start to take off my shirt, but you put your hand over mine and stop me.
“No, not yet. First we have some unfinished business. You made us late tonight to the restaurant and we nearly lost our reservation and you have to be punished.”
Just those few words and I can feel the heat in my pussy. I don’t know whether to be afraid or excited.
“But . . .”
“No buts. You were very bad tonight, and I’m going to show you what happens to bad girls.”
You sit on the edge of the bed and take my hand and pull me down over your knees. My head is to your left and you stroke my hair with your left hand and raise up my skirt with your right. With your right hand, you rub my ass, anticipating the spanking and the feel of your palm striking my tender bottom. Your hand travels down between my legs and you can feel how wet I’ve become through my panties.
“Oh, you’re a very bad girl, I can see that you’re going to need a very thorough spanking.”
