"Do you have any concerns for me to wipe from your mind today?"
"No sir. I'm free and easy - thinking about my sister's wedding."
"Free and easy - My! Is your lover not spanking you enough then, pet?"
"My lovers do pretty good."
"But is pretty good enough for a pretty bad girl like you?"
"Not at all times."
"And you are a demanding, bad girl, no doubt?"
"I have my moments."
You blushed.
"As do we all, pet," he agreed and reached across to stroke your cheek. "So, young lady, tell me about your moments?"
"When something happens that I don't like, I tend to throw a fit. Sometimes, but not often I have thrown objects, and broken a few, broke a window once. That was an accident though..."
"Very unruly," he smiled thinly. "You were evidently not disciplined enough as a child."
"No sir, I suppose I was not."
"And have you been laid over numerous laps?"
"Recently?"
"If you like."
"Two."
"Two degrees of contentment then?"
"Yes, sir"
"Friend and lover?"
"Yes, that's right: my lover and a friend of his."
"That's very democratic of your lover and yet...I don't think you regret it entirely."
"No sir, but it was humiliating."
"Oh - how so?"
"It wasn't done in front of people, but I know they heard it and knew what was happening."
"At a family reception - your sister's engagement party perhaps?" He hazarded, smiling at the thought.
"Nooooooooooo god. No, thank god. No. I would have died right there - funeral before the wedding."
"You would have killed your sister's fiancée? That would have been very naughty indeed."
"No," you laughed.
"Seems like an odd juxtaposition," he mused: "a wedding and a funeral - unless you are associated with Hugh Grant?"
"Not I, sir."
"Too busy reading spanking magazines a standing ruefully in a corner, I don't doubt?"
"I hate corner time," you smiled thinly. "It's boring and stupid."
"Especially if the room is round," he remarked.
You just laughed again.
"Would you rather just have mad sex instead: mad, rough sex, where the shape of the room is irrelevant, perhaps?"
"Shape doesn't matter at all, no," you agreed, "but it'd be nice if it had a bed, a table, a chair...well something."
"So long as it spins nicely, hmmm? Are you expecting me to check my inventory for furniture and duly furnish a room for you?" He stared at his friend sternly, watching her make silly faces in the large mirror to one side of the room. "Do you take me for some male version of Virginia Woolf?"
"Not as such..."
"Hush - I'm wondering, pet..."
"What are you wondering, sir?"
"I'm wondering what the pet will confess to next?"
"In that case I'm going to be good and keep this mouth shut."
"Some in my position, might consider that provocative, girl. Are your lips are sealed? Have you done nothing wrong of late?"
"Ummm... yes that's it," you smiled hesitantly, gradually realising there was a sudden sea-change in the direction of this conversation.
"So you are not due chastisement?"
You shrugged, unwilling to be drawn and he turned away.
"You know, pet..."
"Yes?"
"Considering your possibilities, I'm sure you'll find some ancient, gnarled creature to reward you here with crab like hands to draw down your undies, though they may not be able to manage the rough sex afterwards, being elderly and decrepit and..."
"And you are too funny," you grinned and wrinkled up your nose.
"...and... you make too many funny faces. Kindly stop being childish."
"Yes sir, sorry."
"Are you trying to provoke me, girl?"
"No, sir."
"What exactly are you trying to do then?"
"Nothing sir - I thought we were just chatting."
"Just sitting, knees respectably closed, not making anyone, least of all me alert to your desires?"
You rolled your eyes.
"I get the feeling that this position is very unfamiliar to you pet."
"I will take care of it."
"That's rather decisive of you."
"That's down to me."
"Wretched child! You have no manners at all do you?"
