by Rose St. Andrews
Debbie stood before the mirror above her dresser and yawned. The date hadn't even started and she was already bored. She knew it was going to suck and she had half a mind to call it off, but then she'd never hear the end of it from Christina. As far as Debbie was concerned, about the only thing worse than a date was a blind date.
Oh well, she mused, maybe I can chase him off quick and get home early enough to get some work done.
A ring to the doorbell told her he'd arrived. Giving her auburn curls a final fluff, she opened the door, and felt a surge to her heart and pussy. Christina had said he was cute, but... wow! Tall, chiseled jaw line, short ebony hair, and soft blue eyes that twinkled. Oh, and a smile that could turn ice to steam.
"Hi," she squeaked, tilting her head back so as to look him in those dazzling eyes.
"How do you do? Alan Tilton, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Pleasure... a real pleasure to meet you too."
"So, shall we go? I made reservations at Fleming's for seven," he said, offering her his arm.
She took it without thinking and sort of staggered along next to him to his snug little Spark. He held the door for her and she studied it as he got in.
"Wow, this is a lot roomier than I thought it would be."
"It is, isn't it? Surprises most people. Deborah ... seatbelt, please."
She sighed, but complied, and he drove off.
"I've got to say, this isn't the sort of car I was expecting. Christina said you were a successful lawyer. I thought sure you'd pull up in a Mercedes or Beemer."
Alan shrugged and grimaced. "Nope, not my thing. For me, a car is to get me from A to B. I see you have a Caddie sitting in your driveway. That must have set you back a pretty penny."
Debbie squirmed in her seat. "It was a graduation present." The statement wasn't entirely untrue; she just didn't say it was from herself, and that the payments and upkeep were killer.
"Nice! Damn, all I got was a watch, and it wasn't even a new one."
Her brow wrinkled. "Really?"
He chuckled. "It was my great-grandfather's. Family heirloom, means the world to me."
Debbie smiled back. Awww, he's sweet. Well, this isn't going to work out, better put him out of his misery quickly before he thinks he has a chance with me. "I like to be spanked," she blurted, giggling as the car swerved slightly. His reaction was just like all the others.
"Excuse me? Where did that come from?" he said.
Debbie laughed harder. "Yeah, sorry, guess that was kind of a non sequitur."
"Ya think? You start all first dates with that line?"
"Actually, recently, I have," she said with a sad sigh. "In the last year I've gone on more first dates than I can count. Some have led to second and even third dates, but there was always... it hanging over any headway in the relationship. Once I revealed it... well..."
"I get the picture. So now you've adopted a sort of 'scorched earth policy'. Cut to the chase and see how the guy reacts."
She nodded. "You got it. So if you want to just drop me downtown, I'll hook up with some gal pals, and go clubbing."
"Not so fast there, my dear. You're laboring under a false assumption."
"I am? Okay, what might that be?"
"That I'm not into spanking. As it happens, I am."
Debbie blew a raspberry (quite the wet sloppy one at that). "Yeah right."
"Hey, lose the attitude, young lady," he scolded.
"Ooo, or what, you'll pull over right here, and spank me?"
"No, of course not."
"Ah-ha!" she shot back, wagging her finger at him.
"Debbie, give it a rest, huh? Stop trying to sound like a lawyer on 'Law & Order' catching a witness in a lie. You know as well as I do that spanking is like sex: both people need to be ready for it."
She relaxed and sat back in the seat. "Huh, well, you seem to know what you're talking about."
"Why thank you - but I only 'seem' to know what I'm talking about? Do you doubt my sincerity?"
"Let's just say I've known plenty of guys who'll do a lot to get a girl in the sack."
"Really, this early in the relationship? I mean, no offense, you're cute as a button and all, but why would I make up something like that to try and impress someone I just met?"
"Huh, okay, you're sounding reasonable. Let me ask you just one question and then we'll drop the subject altogether until, as you say, we're both ready."
"Okay, fire away."
"How long have you been into it?"
Now it was his turn to blow a raspberry (albeit a more dignified one). "Oh please, too easy: forever. I can't remember a time when it wasn't on my mind. I still remember the first time I saw Ricky spank Lucy. I watched that show religiously after that, hoping for more, and wasn't disappointed."
"And 'The Flintstones' too, right?" Debbie said happily.
"Oh yeah! Although, I will say the ending was a disappointment."
"Why the...? Oh, that they escaped the lodge without getting it good."
He nodded. "Yeah, and Fred and Barney not finding out. After all the times the ladies got to chase and pound the guys, just once I wanted them to be on the receiving end, literally."
Debbie laughed. "Me too, me too, I even wrote a short story where I played out the episode the way I wanted it to go."
"Really? I'd love to read it."
"Aw, sorry, I did it when I was twelve, and I burned it."
"Burned it? Oh, you were embarrassed, right?"
"You got it. Huh, well, I'm liking you more and more, Alan. Okay, let's go on a date."
"Right, and no more talk of this, for now."
Heaving a happy sigh, Debbie smiled, and engaged in the usual first date conversation topics: background, work, interests, and so on. Dinner was fabulous; Fleming's was a place way outside of her price range, and afterwards they went for a walk around the lake. The cool evening breeze of September was delightful, as was the conversation.
They didn't talk about it.
Debbie found it curiously refreshing. The night ended with a peck on the cheek and a gentle hug, but no pats or admonishments about behaving. She felt very conflicted, and come Monday at work she sought out Christina at break time.
"Alright, you little vixen, out with it," she demanded. "What's up with Alan?"
"Why, Debbie dear, whatever is the problem?" Christina said with a smug smile. "Was he not up to your standards?"
Debbie's jaw dropped. "You mean ... you know?"
"Of course. Deb, we've known each other since kindergarten. You think there's anything I don't know about you? So, when I met Alan at the community theater and we got to talking, it didn't take a super computer for me to realize you two were perfect for each other."
"I see. Wait, so are you...?"
"No, absolutely not! No offense, my attitude is: to each their own, but it's not my thing. If it were, do you think I would have let that gorgeous hunk of man meat get away from me?"
"Ah, I get it," she said with a nod.
"Oh, did you now?"
"What? Oh, no, no, not that."
Christina cocked her head at her. "Really, why not?"
"Tina, it isn't something you do casually. It's like sex, it has to be right, feel right or it just doesn't work."
"Sure sounds complicated," she said with a snort. "You got a newsletter or something?"
Debbie smiled. "Do a Google search. Trust me, you'll find plenty of info."
She turned and walked away, not needing to look back to know Christina had a look of profound amazement on her face. The rest of the day was uneventful: there were no calls or anything from Alan. Was he blowing her off or trying not to appear over keen? On Tuesday she got an email from him; nothing sappy or maudlin, no threats about being a good girl, just a short note to express his interest. The next day came a text of a similar nature, to which she gave an equally low key reply. Finally, on Thursday he called to ask her if she'd like to go to the arts and crafts festival on Saturday. The festival would be a nice neutral event.
It was a truly wonderful day, made all the better by what he didn't do. He didn't try to hold her hand, he didn't try to push her buttons (like a lot of guys), and he didn't suggest they get together Sunday. She asked and he said he had to visit his dad.
Huh, guess it's too soon in the relationship for the meet the parents routine. But it's still a good date.
It was, as were the next four. It got to the point where her co-workers positively despised her. She kept coming into work on Monday with the biggest shit-eating grin, especially after they had sex for the first time. There was also the occasional pat, smack, and even a couple of swats, but no full-blown, hot and toasty, rattle the windows spanking. She was beginning to lose hope. Then she came back to her apartment one Saturday afternoon from the gym and was shocked to find Alan sitting in her living room. He being there wasn't a surprise, they'd done the whole key exchange two weeks earlier, it was why he was there that confused her.
"Young lady, do you know what today is?" he said firmly.
"Um, Saturday."
He sighed and rose to tower over her. "It's the fifteenth, and we have, or rather had, tickets to the game!"
"Oh! Right. I forgot, sorry. Well, why didn't you call or text me?"
Alan sighed again and snatched up her phone from the coffee table. "You forgot it, again."
"Um, yeah, I did, sorry."
"Debbie, I've had just about enough of this forgetfulness. However, before I deal with it, I have just one question for you: was this deliberate?"
"Huh? Oh, you think I'm trying to provoke you? No, no, Alan, I did honestly forget, and I'm sorry for it."
"I see. Okay, I just wanted to be sure before we began. I have no problem with play acting and setting up scenarios, I just want to know what's what before I punish you. Come here!"
Taking her by the wrist, he led her to the couch. Debbie shivered. This was it. She gasped as he sat in the center of the couch and with one easy tug pulled her across his lap. Never in her life had she been in this position! In the past, guys that tried to spank her either bent her across the arm or back of the couch or had her kneel on the bed.
This was quite the different sensation, as were his hands. Again, others guys either fumbled or pawed her, but Alan clearly knew what he was doing. His left arm pinned her without hurting; his right hand cupped and patted her firm cheeks as he scolded her. Her toes curled in her sneakers and she bit her lip. It was all such a complete and total rush!
"Debbie, tell me why you're across my knee about to be spanked like the naughty girl you are."
"I... I forgot our date, which was inconsiderate and thoughtless," she stammered.
"Very good, and we begin," he said simply.
Smack! His hand struck the center of her bottom. The air shot from her lungs. It was a good spank.
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