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“Can you believe he tried the old ‘hand on my lower back’ thing?” Carla was saying.

“God, like you can’t walk alone or something?” Ruth shook her head in disgust.

Diane was having lunch with two of her better friends. She really didn’t have any best friends for a lot of reasons, but Carla and Ruth worked in the same department, so they knew the same lingo. They could also commiserate about the poor state of the incoming college freshmen. Oh, freshpersons? Diane wasn’t sure what was PC right now.

“Well, I think it’s kind of romantic when a man tries to escort a lady to the table at a restaurant.” Diane offered.

Her two friends looked at her like she had lobsters crawling out of her ears.

“Dee, you spend way too much time reading that romance crap.” Ruth was shaking her head again.  She did much of that since the world never seemed to live up to her standards.

“If you let a man lead you that way, then he’s going to expect it bed, too, Diane,” Carla warned her.  “He’ll want to call out positions and whether we can, you know, come.”

“That’s a big jump from a hand on my lower back,” Diane argued.

“Whatever.” Carla moved on and delivered more critique of her latest attempt at dating.  

Diane couldn’t say much since she’d quit dating a while ago.  Her last attempt had been just the opposite of Carla’s.  The man had been so meek and apologetic that Diane began to feel more like his mother than his date.  The man seemed to like that fact.  No, thank you, Sir.

Sir.

The title made her mind drift to her secret.  She didn’t dare share it with anyone at this table.  Are you kidding?  Carla and Ruth would kidnap her and take her to a re-education camp run by radical feminists or something.  

It had started last semester when she’d been grading her freshman classes’ attempts at original stories. They had been the usual mish-mash of fan-fiction stories for anime-type worlds or way too graphic romance novels that were trying to outdo each other.  

In the middle of all that, Diane had stumbled across Jenny’s story.  The grammar and punctuation had been awful, but the story.  It had caught Diane’s attention right away.  The story was about a young bride’s encounter with domestic discipline with her new husband.  He’d been honest about it, but she was hesitant.  It had detailed how he slowly moved her into more structure, and when she broke a rule, there was a consequence.  

The consequence was what had drawn Diane into it.  The young bride was spanked!  Just like a small girl, she was hoisted over her husband’s lap, skirt pulled up, panties down, and spanked on her bare bottom until she’d promised to do better!  Of course, she’d promise, Diane thought.  Anything to stop the spanking, right?

No, it turned out she was able to realize he was only trying to help her better herself.  The young bride had been spoiled growing up and left to do as she pleased.  That just wasn’t going to work in an adult relationship.  The whole thing ended happily ever after, with her promising to do better but knowing and agreeing that she needed a “firm hand.”

After reading the story, Diane couldn’t get those two words out of her head.  She reread it four times and was more ashamed each time of how…wet she became from the description of the spanking.  It was just so vivid!

Curiosity overcame good sense, and Diane asked Jenny to come by her office to talk about her story.

The young girl looked like an ad for blonde, blue-eyed purity.  How had she written such a story?  Jenny had added how her young bride ruefully admitted to liking a bit of being spanked and corrected.  The girl had used romantic phrasing like throbbing core, but the message had been clear.  The bride was aroused by her husband’s “firm hand.”

“Am I in trouble, Miss Winters?” Jenny asked in a hushed tone.

“Not at all, Jenny.  You could correct some mistakes and get a better grade, but I had no complaints about the story.” Diane answered.

“Oh.” Jenny looked confused.  “I was sure I was in trouble for…you know.”

Diane tried not to grin.  “The spanking?  The Domestic Discipline?”

“Well, yeah.” Jenny shrugged.  “I know all that isn’t very acceptable to most people and especially to many women.”

“I was curious why you picked this storyline to use.  Honestly, your descriptions are so vivid that I wondered if you’d had…first-hand experience?” Diane finally got her question out there.

Jenny blushed a pretty pink as she squirmed.  “Well…” She sighed.  “If I tell you, can I trust you to keep it a secret, please?  It’s…it’s rather embarrassing.”

“I promise never to tell another person what you tell me now.  Promise.” Diane assured her.

The girl relaxed then.  “Okay, well, I know about DD or Domestic Discipline because that’s how it’s run in my house with my family.  I grew up with it.”

Diane blinked.  “You’re saying…”

“Yes, Daddy spanks Mama if it’s needed and for sure me, of course.”  Jenny shrugged.

“You?” Diane asked, still fumbling for how to respond.

Jenny squirmed again.  “Yeah, I was taught it didn’t matter how old I got.  If I lived under Daddy’s roof, then Daddy’s rules would still apply with the same punishments.”  She shrugged once more.  “Just seemed natural to me.  It wasn’t until high school that I realized our situation was different.”

“I imagine so,” Diane responded.

“Yeah, but I also discovered my family wasn’t the only one.  I come from a pretty small town, Miss Winters, and things are a little simpler there than in the city.  I know three or four families where DD is applied.” Jenny giggled.  “Applied…I’ll say applied since it’s their hand, a paddle, or even a strap that gets applied.”

“You mean…it’s more than just…spanking?” Diane felt like a voyeur asking these things, but she couldn’t help it.

“Well, sure.  Spanking is for the smaller punishments.  A hairbrush or wooden spoon for the more series stuff.  Daddy’s belt or a strap for severe infractions.”  Jenny explained like it just made perfect sense.

“Your mother…you don’t have to answer but…your mother has been punished with her husband’s belt…your Daddy’s?” Diane asked in a hushed tone.

“Yep.  A while back, Mama tried hard to be Daddy’s good girl.  So do I, of course.  He did catch Mama trying to start smoking again when she’d promised she wasn’t.  It was lying and breaking a health rule!” Jenny shook her head.  “I was sent to the basement, but I could still hear Mama getting it pretty good.”

“And…she was okay with that?” Diana just couldn’t fathom it.  

“Well, sure.” Jenny looked at Diane in confusion.  “She’d known what would happen and agreed to the DD rules before marriage.  Mama even thanked him for it because it kept her from ever wanting another smoke again in her whole life.”  The girl smirked a little. “I’ve never even been tempted.  Shoot.  Daddy’d wear my bottom out for sure.”

“Do you mind me asking these personal questions? I’m just…well…I’ve never heard of this before in real life.” Diane asked.

“No, it’s fine.  It’s nice to be able to tell somebody since I can’t tell my friends.  They find out I still get spanked on the weekends I go home?  I’d never live it down.”  Jenny shook her head.

“Wait…spanked for what?” Diane asked.

“Oh.” Jenny looked off in thought.  “Grades, Daddy’s Rules, if I went to a party without permission, stuff like that.”

“Daddy’s Rules?” Diane felt like she was in a Twilight Zone episode.

“Yep.  There’s a curfew.  I break that, and it’s an automatic spanking.  If I do it more than once a week, then it’d be a paddling.  I don’t break curfew anymore.  Parties have to have permission, and Daddy asks a ton of questions.  If I don’t know the answer, I can’t go.”  She sighed and shifted position.

“Oh, and I can’t drink alcohol, which I think isn’t fair because Daddy got to in college, but I can’t.  He’s afraid I’ll get drugged or something.  I’m ‘unsupervised,” as he puts it.” Jenny made bunny ears for the quotation marks.  “He caught me having had a drink at a pre-graduation party?  I was so glad we spent graduation night mostly standing up.  Yeah, that was Daddy’s belt for sure.”

“And…how do you feel about being so strictly disciplined?  Doesn’t it make you angry or rebellious?” Diane wondered.

“Why would it? Daddy does it because he loves me, and I accept it because I need the structure and discipline.  It’s kind of the whole idea of DD.  Too many families have few or no rules and no real consequences.  All my friends’ parents are divorced or having affairs or just plain unhappy.” Jenny eyed Miss Winters.

Diane was the one to squirm now.

“You weren’t spanked much as a child, Miss Winters?” Jenny asked.

Commonly, Diane would have objected to the personal questions, but, given what Jenny had freely told Diane, Diane couldn’t deny answering.  “No, not really.  I mean, I was a Daddy’s Girl, I suppose.  If he looked at me crossly, I’d start to cry, so maybe that’s why.  I don’t know.”

“Hmm…you sound like you wish he had done it,” Jenny said with surprising accuracy.

Diane felt that way a lot of the time. There were no real consequences to her actions, and that had led her to be a rather wild child in high school. It was amazing she’d gotten good grades and not gotten pregnant.

“Perhaps you’re right, Jenny.” Diane had to be honest with the girl after her openness with Diane.

“It’s not too late, Miss Winters.” Jenny shrugged.

“What do you mean?” Diane asked.

“It would just take finding a guy you could trust to take you in hand and still love you.  It’s what I pray for and why I wrote the story.” Jenny answered.

Diane hadn’t met with Jenny since then, but Jenny always gave her a knowing smile when their eyes met during class. This always made Diane squirm a little because she was beginning to realize that Jenny was right: it wasn’t too late.

Diane’s possible chance came in the form of Dr. Rufus Bryant.  He was a history teacher and more than a bit of a rogue.  He was older and seemed in his late fifties or early sixties.  This did not make him seem old because he had this twinkle in his eye and a quick, rapier wit that Diane found very engaging.  

There was also very little doubt he was a dominant male.

Diane had heard the rumors.  She’d listened to the defamatory rhetoric of her two friends in saying Dr. Bryant or Rue, as he preferred, was the worst of the worst.  It was hinted that he was divorced because his wife grew tired of being spanked too often.  There was no proof of it because people had looked for it.

For Diane, it was just plain as the nose on his face in how he talked to her and other women.  It was never, ever disrespectful.  It was quite the opposite, and he was a gracious gentleman.  There was just the smug look in his eyes and some of his comments that could be taken more than one way.  If she was honest with herself, Rue scared her…scared her a lot because of how her body reacted around him.  

Carla and Ruth had both gotten up to go, but Diane lingered.  She could lie to herself and say it was just to rest a little more, but she would admit it.  Rue usually walks by here around now and likes saying hello to him.  Today, she resolved to do it differently and see what would happen.

His deep voice neared as he complimented some young lady on her attire.  Diane looked up to see that he was commenting more on her lack of attire, but the young woman blushed and thanked him profusely.  There it was.  That smug and knowing look in his twinkling eyes.  The man knew exactly what he was doing.  He knew he had just either caused the young lady to become wet or her nipples to harden from his words and gaze!

Diane almost lost her nerve but swallowed and decided to be resolute.

“Well, hello, Diane,” Rue said to her in the warm and almost intimate way he had with people.

“Hello, Sir.  It’s a pleasure to see you again, Sir.” She smiled at him with her best effort.

To date, she had never called him Sir.  If Diane was correct, then it should register with him.  Rue stopped dead in his tracks to look more closely at her.  “The pleasure is all mine, Miss D.” He’d never called her that.  This was new territory!

“Please, Sir, would you sit with me?” she asked, surprised to hear the submissive tone in her voice.  

Rue heard it and moved quickly to the chair beside her. “Miss D, I’d be delighted to share the company of such a beautiful woman as you.”

Diane felt herself beginning to blush just like the young student had.  “You say that to all the wome, Sir.  I just heard you.” She glanced to where he’d been flirting with the young woman.

“Ah,  I never said a thing that wasn’t true.  Her outfit was very nice.” He smiled and looked unflustered by her accusation.

“You old goat.” Diane couldn’t help it.  “You liked more what she wasn’t wearing, didn’t you?  Um…Sir?” She realized she’d overstepped, but her mouth had run before she could stop it.

Instead of getting huffy or angry, Rue laughed.  He laughed very profoundly.  “Now, there’s the Diane I know better.  I do love the submissive Sirs, make no mistake, but I want the sassy ones, too.  Understood?”

She swallowed.  It was how he’d said it and asked her.  It wasn’t a question so much as a demand for her to acknowledge his wishes.  Accept his commanded way for her to be around him.  Her heart pounded as she knew what she wanted to say, but could she?

“I understand, Sir.  I promise I’ll always be a bit sassy, but I was out of line.  I’m sorry.” She bent her head a little, then hated herself for doing it.  

“Ahhh, no harm, no foul, Diane.” His eyes seared into her. “Anyone ever call you, Dee?” He asked.

She laughed a little.  “Just my father.”

“May I call you, Dee?” Rue asked with utmost respect and seriousness.  It wasn’t a joke to him.

“I…I…” God, he had her so discombobulated!  “Yes…yes, I’d like that, Sir.” She nearly whispered the words and felt her pussy clench at what had just developed here.

“Are you dating anyone, Dee?” Rue asked.

Her eyes widened, but she held her ground.  She was no wallflower!  “Not at the moment, no, Sir.”

“May I take you to dinner sometime, Dee?” He asked without pause.

“I…” She had to stop stuttering and stammering like a schoolgirl.  Hell, he probably loved schoolgirls!  “Yes, you may.  When?” She asked, knowing she’d be too impatient for him to decide.  This way, she had some input.

“Hmm…I know it’s quick, but tonight?  Would you prefer to meet somewhere, or may I call on you and drive us both?” He asked.

Again, he made it sound so reasonable.  He wasn’t pushing himself onto her but let her make the choices.  Diane felt it was time to show some of her cards to see him.  “Before I answer, may I ask you an earnest question?  It’s quite personal, but I need to know the answer.” She rambled it out quickly before her nerve was gone.

“You may ask me anything you wish, Dee.  Just be sure you’re willing to hear the answer.” He warned.

“Fair.” She nodded. Please, no games or tricks. Are you a Dominant, Sir?”

His eyes widened just a little but less than she’d figured.  Damn, he’d seen her coming.  Oh well, she might need to get used to that.

“Thank you for asking that.  It took a lot of bravery.  Yes.  Yes, I am.  Is it possible you’re wondering if you are a submissive, Dee?” He turned it back onto her.

Diane almost whimpered. She did not want to answer that, but she’d asked him. Again, he had outmanoeuvred her.  “I don’t know, Sir.” It was the truth.

“But you want to find out?” He pushed.

Damn him!  This was so unfair.  She was speechless.

“Before you answer, let me point out you have never called me sir.  You also have been so sweetly asking things of me in, dare I say it?  A submissive manner.  You just allowed me to give you an intimate nickname that ties you to me and only me.  So…that is why I ask.  Are you wishing to find out?” He leaned towards her.

It took a strong act of will to not pull back from him and his proximity.  She sighed.  “I surrender, Sir.  Yes, I want to find out.”

“I’m truly honored that you told me.  Doubly honored you thought of me for this situation.” He held up on finger.  “I vow to you two things.  I will never lie to you, but you must never lie to me.  Agreed?”

She nodded.

“I need to hear it, Dee.” He told her.

“Yes, Sir.  I agree to never lie to you.” She whispered, and felt the first wave of accepted dominance.  He had just commanded her, and she’d obeyed.  There were no two ways about it; she’d acted submissively on instinct.

“Second, I will never do anything you don’t fully agree to and understand beforehand.  I am no Svengali.  Tonight will be dinner and dinner only.  We can talk about whatever you please, but we will talk only.” He shrugged.  “Does that make you feel a little better?” 

Diane did relax at his promises.  “It does.  It does a lot, Sir.  Thank you.”

“Now, this will sound bad, but stop calling me Sir until I explain what it truly means to say it to me. Rue, like always until then, okay? I have my reasons, and I mean no disrespect, but if I were another kind of Dominant, then I’d be taking advantage of it.” He explained.

“Okay, Rue.  I think I understand.” She smiled at him.

“You probably do, but we’ll make sure over dinner.  Shall I pick you up around 7?” He asked.

“Yes, S…Yes, Rue.” She laughed.  “If you’ll give me your phone, I can put my address and number on it.”

He fished it out and handed it to her after unlocking it.

Diane’s fingers trembled a little as she typed, but she got the phone into her hand and handed it back.

“I’ll text when I’m close.” He promised as he stood up.

“Thank you for that.” She told him.

“My pleasure.  Until then, have a good rest of your day, Dee.” He gave her a nod and was gone.

The butterflies in Diane’s stomach were the size of crows. When her phone vibrated, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

Oh, Dee?  Wear a green skirt.  It looks so lovely.  Please?  

It was from Rue!  Was he dressing her?  She began to get irritated, but then the thought hit.  He’d remembered her green skirt.  He’d been looking at her.  She knew the skirt showed off her legs more than anything else she wore.  How did he know that except he’d been watching.

Yes, Rue.  I will.  She sent back.

God help her, Diane just might be a submissive who was going to dinner with a very sauve, savvy, and very male Dominant.  Eeek!

To be continued…