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Try as she might, Diane couldn’t tear her eyes away from Sir’s hands.

Her brain just registered that he was no longer Rufus or Rue.  Her date, this man, was Sir.  It was more than a title.  It was a definition of him.  

She saw the deferential way the young waitress approached and spoke to him. Diane had little trouble picturing that if Sir had told the young woman to kneel, she would have kneeled before shaking her head in bewilderment. What had she done?

It was akin to what Diana was feeling.  I’ve asked this man to take me back to my own home.  He will put me over his lap and spank me!  Because I asked him to do it!! Her thoughts were piercing and loud in her head.

“Just breathe, Dee,” Sir told her calmly as the waitres took his card to run it.

“What, Sir?” She asked.

“You looked a little overwhelmed over there.  Just breathe slowly and relax.  You can change your mind about this at any point.” He assured her.

He didn’t understand.  No, she couldn’t.  If she backed out of this now, she’d never have the…balls…to do it again!  She had to know, and she had chosen him to help show her.  

“I’m not going to change my mind, Sir.” She finally closed her eyes to stop wondering how those big hands were going to feel spanking her.  Oh, God, did she just squirt a little?  Please, no. She begged whatever Being was listening.

“Then come.” He beckoned, and she came to him.

It felt natural.  He didn’t act smug or self-satisfied.  He acted like a gentleman, and she appreciated it. His hand on her lower back felt extra warm now, and she had to remember how to walk back out to the car.

He broke the silence.  “I prefer it if my submissives aren’t allowed to stay quiet and think themselves into corners.  You are not my submissive, but I would ask what you’re thinking with holding nothing back.”

Once again, she was thankful for his cautious approach, but the point of her not being his submissive was becoming increasingly irrelevant.   “I was wondering, Sir, if…if you were planning on spanking me…bare or not.” She got it out!

“Ahh…I should have mentioned it.  That choice is up to you.  My plan, so you can get yourself wrapped around it, is to start over your skirt, and we’ll go from there.” He explained.

Diane relaxed a little.  “Thank you for telling me, Sir.  It helps…a lot.”

“I apologize for not mentioning it sooner.  I was a little…distracted.” He sounded amused.

“The waitress?” Diane asked.

He laughed.  “God, no.  The thought of finally getting to spank you for real.”

“Oh.” She swallowed that.  “You’ve…you’ve thought of spanking me before?”

“Many times, especially when you were being pissy, Dee. I wanted to bring you down a notch or two.” He laughed softly again. “I’ve always wondered if you could hold position.”

“Position, Sir?” She asked with flaming curiosity.

He explained it to her.  “I’m a bit particular about the woman holding a certain position.  Unabashedly, I will admit it makes it so she is more sexy as she is being spanked and not flinching or clenching or other wiggly things.”

Well, at least he was honest about it, she thought.

“What is your preferred position, Sir?” She asked.

“Over my lap, pointed tip-topes, no flinching, no clenching.”  He answered.  “Arch up the bottom for better impact and keep it there.”

She blew out a breath.  “That’s a lot to ask of a woman being spanked to do all that as well, and if she breaks position, then she is spanked harder or more?”

“Exactly.  I never said it was easy to be a submissive for me.  I’d have warned you before we began.” He answered with a shrug.

Diane didn’t trust herself to reply since it wasn’t wise to annoy the man whose hand would be smacking your behind in a few minutes.  Minutes?  Try seconds!

The drive had seemed much longer before…he was already parked and coming around to her door.  

He pulled her up. “Are you scared, excited, or both?” he asked as his hand fell to its natural spot.

“Mmm…” She hummed because it kept her from whimpering a little.  “Both, Sir.”

“Good.” He responded.

“Good?” She asked in confusion.

“Well, anticipation is what is killing you right now.  Fear is because you’ve never had this done to you like now.  Excited is your wishing you will find out you like it.”  He waited at the door as she unlocked it.  “What happens if you do like it, Dee?”

“Please, don’t ask me now.  I’d have to answer, and I’m having difficulty with what I’m thinking.  Don’t add to it, please?” She begged.

“Fair.  I withdraw the question.” He nodded.

“Thank you, Sir.” She let him in first so she could close and lock the door.  Yes, lock the door so no one would accidentally come in and see her…being…spanked.

Putting down her purse, she turned and went into automatic hostess mode.  “Would you like something to drink?  I have some of that soda you liked in the fridge.”

“May I take a look?” He asked.

It was a very strange request, but she nodded. He followed her into the kitchen and opened the freezer, not the fridge. After looking around for a moment, he made an ah-ha sound and then closed it.

“What were you doing, Sir?” She saked.

“Trust me when I say you’d rather I waited to tell you.” He shrugged.

Trust him?  Of course, she trusted him.  She’d invited him home to…no, she couldn’t think of it again right now.

“You should bring something for yourself to drink…afterwards. I’d suggest a cold water bottle if you have one ready, ” he explained.

She did and got it.  “Um…so…where?” She didn’t know what or how to ask further.

“The couch is always pretty comfortable.” He suggested.

She smiled.  “Okay.”

“Do you want to sit and chat a little first?” He offered as they walked back into the living room.

“Oh, no, please, I’d rather…silly as it sounds…I’d rather just…do it before I lose my nerve, please?” She begged.  She begged?!  Please, spank me now??

“I understand.” He nodded and walked a little faster than her so he could sit in the center of the couch.  “For the next few minutes, will you allow me to tell you what to do, and you will do it?”

She swallowed.  “You mean obey you?”

“Yes, essentially.  I was trying to make it sound nicer.” He grinned.

“Don’t…you don’t need to, Sir.  We’re adults, and we both know what the other wants.  Yes, I agree to obey you for the next few minutes, Sir.” She felt a thrill unlike anything she’d experienced before run through her body.  The power transfer was verbal but also spiritual.

“Good girl, ” he smiled. “Put the bottle down over there by the lamp, ” he pointed.

She obeyed and put it where he wanted.

“Now come over here on my left and bend over my lap.  I will help you get into position.  Relax as much as you can, and let me guide you.” He told her.

“Yes, Sir.” She meekly answered and obeyed.

There wasn’t enough air in the room, and Diane began to pant a little as she approached. He held out his left hand for her hand, she put hers into it, and he helped lower her over his thighs.

Diane wasn’t a tall woman but taller than average.  It took a little bit to find a comfortable, balanced spot.  She was very aware of the warmth of his legs through her thin skirt.  Doing her best, she didn’t gasp as she felt what had to be the beginning of an erection poking up into her stomach.

“You had to know I’d have that reaction, Dee.” He told her.

“Well…I supposed I did, but knowing and knowing are very different, Sir, ” she told him.

Amusement entered his voice.  “And do you object or does it bother you?”

“N-n-nooo…” She drew it out while formulating how to say what she wanted.  “I am…kind of flattered, Sir.”

“Good.  That’s what I would hope you would be for me.” He placed his right hand on her lower back.

It was weird how comforting it felt there.  It was like he was guiding her again, but with a different hand and in a different way.

“Position.” He warned her.

“Yes, Sir.” She did as he’d instructed before.  The arching up of her bottom felt so very, very submissive that it took some more of her breath away.  “Oh.” She let slip as she felt his left hand rest on her right butt cheek in a very familiar way.

He hand-patted as he spoke, making it hard for her to understand the first time.  He had to repeat it.  “You know the colors green, yellow, and red, right?  Well, as we start and continue, I will ask your color.  Green means you’re doing fine and should keep going at this rate of speed and strength. Yellow means slow down or not so hard or both.  Red means STOP as in right then and there.”  

She nodded.

He lightly spanked her bottom.  “Use words, not head nods.”

“Oh, sorry, Sir.” She felt a blush begin.  He was already correcting her with a spanking!  It felt…it felt…blood marvelous!!

“It’s how you learn, Dee.  I want you motivated to learn properly.” He spanked the other cheek now.

“Mmm… yes, Sir.  I will be…I am motivated, Sir.” She answered and hated how quivering her voice sounded.

“Good…good girl.  I will deliver six spanks on each side, just above medium strength.  I haven’t used it yet so far.” He clarified.

He hadn’t?  Oh my, she thought.

SMACK!  

Diane squealed a little, then again, as he spanked the other side, but calmed down a little, and he got a rhythm to it.  It was over quickly.

“Color?” He asked.

“Ummm…green, Sir.” She answered as she felt the building heat in her bottom.  His palmprints were clear as day on her skin, and she had her skirt down!  Diane wasn’t silly, and she knew what came next.

“Good.  Shall I lift your skirt to your waist?  Underwear stays on.” He said it to reassure her.

Her choice of thong earlier this evening was literally going to bite her in the butt now.  “Yes, you may, Sir.  It…it won’t matter much…” She trailed off as she felt him pull up her skirt.

“Ohh…I see.” He chuckled.

Diane blushed a deep, hot red now and prayed it didn’t reach her bottom.  What was she talking about?  It was already blushing red from the spanking!

“I have to ask, Dee.  Did you pick out this thong hoping I’d see it later?” Sir asked.

“Ohhh…” She whimpered softly.  It was impossible.  IMPOSSIBLE. It was not possible to lie to the man who was spanking you!  “Yes, Sir.  Sort of.  I wasn’t sure how things would go.  I…I figured this way you might not need to take my panties down.”

“Oh?” He asked as if he hadn’t even considered it. 

Liar!  She wanted to tell him but couldn’t, wouldn’t.  He wasn’t a Dom if he didn’t want to shuck her out of her panties for a spanking.  She knew that much.

“Well, let’s keep going and see where that takes us, shall we?” He asked.

What was she supposed to say to that??  “Yes, Sir.” She responded.

“Have you enjoyed it thus far, Dee?” He asked as his hand rubbed her warm bottom, and it was now skin-to-skin.

She had a hard time concentrating.  “Yes, Sir.  I have…it stings and burns, but yes, I like being spanked by you.”  Her heart thumped hard with this confession.

“Thank you for telling me.  Good girl.” He patted her bare bottom possessively now.

She nearly giggled.  It felt so lovely.

“I want to push you a little and see where you turn to yellow, do I have your permission?” He asked.

She swallowed.  “Yes, Sir.”

He didn’t say anything else.  He just began to spank her truly.

This time, his hand went all over and on top and under at her upper thigh and lower buttock.  Her…sit spot?  It was beginning to burn and sting.  Soft whimpers came from her, and she did nothing to stop them.  She also became a lot more aware of his erection as it rose steadily now.  Sir was enjoying this, too.  Why did that please her so much??

“Color?” He asked but kept going.

“G-g-g-green, Sir.” She stammered.

“Okay.” He kept going and increased his speed.  

Diane couldn’t imagine it being worse than this but knew it could be.  Sir was a strong man and could quickly be spanking her harder.  Did she want him to?  A part of her cackled and said, Yes!  A part of her gibbered and said, No, please, no!

“Mmm…Sir…light greeeen.” She began to get worried about crying in front of him.  How stupid was that?  Of course, a girl cried when properly spanked!

“Going until yellow, Dee.  You know that.” He warned her.

She did and realized she had been begging for mercy in her way.  He had none for her right now, which deeply sunk in for her.  He was in control now and not her!  She could just say yellow now, but that wasn’t honest, and she really couldn’t lie to him now!

Sir seemed fixated on her sit spots, and she learned why as yellow came sooner than she had thought.  “Yellow, Sir.  Yelllloww!” She squealed a little.

“Is that yellow or red?” He slowed down a lot but still had the same strength.

She thought about it.  “Yellow, Sir.”

“Good girl.  Normally, I’d ask you if you wanted to push into red, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He told her.

“Why not?” She asked, then wondered who the hell had asked it. Why not??

“Because you’re feeling some strong endorphins from the spanking.  It’s kind of like being a little tipsy.  Your judgment is impaired, and you’ll tell me what you think I want to hear instead of the truth.” He explained.

Was he saying she would lie to him?  “I’d never lie to you.  I don’t think I could, especially from this position, Sir.” She confessed and felt embarrassed once more.

He laughed softly, which didn’t help.  “I figured as much, but I still say it isn’t a good idea.”

“Mmm…” She was getting squirmy now from the spanking and the heat bulding in her pussy.  Which would explode first? She wondered.  “Please, Sir.  I need to know…pretend…pretend it’s one of the times I was sassy to you in the lunch room, and you’re getting your chance.”  Was she insane?  Part of her said she was.

“I’ll ask once.  Are you sure?” He asked her.

She bit her lower lip.  His spanking had slowed a lot so she could talk, but she knew she wasn’t done yet.  “I’m sure, Sir.  You bloated, old, sex-crazed, misogynistic, toxic MALE!” She yelled at him.

“That wasn’t very smart, Dee.” He growled.

His hand must have become a blur because now Diane was getting a very real spanking for her smart mouth.  He even scolded her about her assumptions, snooty airs, and holier-than-thou attitude.  How dare she?

Diane began to crumble quickly, and the tears pricked then began to drip from her eyes.  “I’m sorry, Sir!” She yelped and repeated it two or three more, but he didn’t stop or slow down.  Why? Why had she ever said such things or even thought them?  He was a kind man.  He’d done everything according to her own will!

“Please…pleeeeeasse, Sir!  I’ll be good.  I’ll be a good girl. Won’t ever…owwww. Repeat those things.” She promised.

“Or think them?” He now struck her tenderest parts.

“OHHhh, never, never, nevery, Sir.  I swear to you.  I will…I will obey you, Sir.  I promise, please, please, no more. I’ve learned…I’ve leeeeaaarrrnnneed!!” She pleaded.

His spanking slowed then stopped.  “Good.  I think you have.  I think you’ve learned a lot just now.” He patted her bottom.  “Wouldn’t you say, Dee?”

She sniffed and let out another soft sob.  “Yes, Sir. I did…I have.”

“And what did you learn tonight?”  He asked as he now began to rub where he’d spanked.  It felt delightful!

“Never to make Sir angry, ever, ever again.” She let out a little laugh.

“That’s a good lesson, yes.” He laughed with her.  “And?”

“And…I do like getting spanked.” She hesitated.  “Even when I’ve been naughty, Sir.”  It had been hard to admit that.

“Wow, thank you for that, you good girl.” He patted her bottom again, and she liked it a lot this time.  It felt like affection, like caring, like cherishing her gift of…

“I learned I like and…want…to submit to you, Sir.  I want to become your submissive, please?” She asked and waited.

“Hmm…I am so thrilled to hear that, but I will wait on that promise until we see each other tomorrow at work.  Do you want to know why?” He was still rubbing.

“Yes, please?” She begged.

“I want you to have tonight and tomorrow morning to think about all this and let it truly sink into you before I accept your commitment or vow of submission.” He told her.

“Oh, I think I see.  You want me…sober.  Like without the endorphins.” She guessed.

“Exactly.” He told her.

It was incredibly patient and sweet of him.  If Sir were what Carla and Ruth thought of him, he’d have had her promise and hold her to it!  He wanted to make sure she was choosing this with a clear head.

“Thank you, Sir.  That means a lot to me.” She told him.

“There is one thing I’d like to command you to do still tonight.” His fingers brushed the waistband of the thong.

“Oh.” She realized what it was.  “Well, I still need to obey, Sir.  You did say I had to for tonight.” She helped him.

“You do, don’t you?” He sounded mock surprised.  “Dee, reach up and pull your thong down and off your bottom.  I want you to do it.  With the understanding, I will keep it as a memento of your first spanking with me.”

Her heart swelled.  What a kinky, old romantic Sir he was!!  Her hands came up, and she did the wiggle she knew he’d like and slipped them down to her thighs.  “Help me, please, Sir?” She asked.

He leaned over and helped them off of her.  “Thank you, Dee.”

“You’re welcome, Sir.”  She felt strangely happy, aroused, and embarrassed all at the same time.

“I’m going to move my fingers…tell me to stop if you want me to and I will.” He warned her.

Sir cupped her right cheek, then his fingers crept down her crease, and she knew where he was going.  She didn’t say a word.

“Mmm…you did enjoy the spanking.” He murmured as his fingertips brushed her wet pubic hairs.

“Told you, Sir.” She whispered in near defiance.

“You did.” He kept petting.

Diane felt herself lifing her ass higher so he could reach better to…to what?  She knew what.

He sighed.  “No, Dee.  I’d love to do that to you, but I need you to think about it first.  If you still wish to become my submissive, I promise you won’t lack for times like this when I do keep going.  After you beg me to, of course.”

She laughed a little.  “Of course, Sir.”  She’d expected no less.

“Now let me teach you about aftercare.” He told her.

He directed her to kneel for the next few minutes, then went to the kitchen to bring back some dry and wet paper towels to clean her face of tears.  He also got her the bottle and kept her to just sips for a while, though she wanted to chug it.

She obeyed everything he told her, and…it was so sweet, warm, and loving.  He was taking care of her!  He was good at it.  Diane didn’t even realize she was still on her knees to him until he asked if she’d like to sit down now.

“I don’t think I’d like to, Sir.  Bottom? Stings? Remember?” She asked and gave him an impish grin.

“Nice to see you still have fire, Dee.  I hope I never cause you to lose it.” He laughed. 

“I don’t think you will.” She told him and sat back on her heels.

“Because you’re too tough?” He teased.

She was serious, though. “No, because you wouldn’t do that to me.  You don’t want me that way, Sir.  You want me to…to…want to be…oh god…tamed, I guess.” She felt so strange to confess it to him from her knees while he sat above her.  Yet, it felt pretty good to be here.

“I’m glad you recognize that.” He smiled.  “Kiss me.”

It was the best command of the night!

…To be continued, and I didn’t forget what was in the freezer, it’ll be in the next part!…