AI art by me

This story might not be what you expect…but it’s what came out. 😉

I always enjoyed attending this Munch.

The restaurant was close to my home, and the waitress, a fiesty young woman who enjoyed banter, always helped us. I’d also found a couple of favorite meals to order.  I’m a creature of habit and rarely stray from one or two favorites at most places.

I hadn’t attended the class before the Munch this week, but class attendance wasn’t required to attend the Munch.  On purpose, my slave and I had come early enough that we could pick good central seats.  I felt her right hand on my upper thigh softly caress me, as she had permission to do at any time she felt it.  What kind of fool turns down the affection of a lovely, young woman?

People began to filter in, exchanging greetings and sharing hugs, and I was happy to receive more than one or two.  After about half an hour, I noticed a young lady sitting just one chair over from me, not next to me on my right.  I had an inkling she was new, so I introduced myself and my slave to her.  Polite responses were traded.  Her name was Norma.

Norma was very much a Nordic Blonde.  It would not be hard to see her as a Viking Queen in her own right.  Her golden hair was neatly and tightly done into a braid on each side of her head.  My slave gave me a knowing look.  She knows I love that style.  We are very much polyamorous, and I allow her to play with a couple of partners that I’ve approved.  

I sat back and watched the proceedings around me, listened in on a couple of conversations, and enjoyed figuring out who was with whom or not.  

“Excuse me, Sir.  I’m guessing you’ve been here before?” Norma had leaned over to ask.  Her menu was open.

“I have, indeed.” I smiled.

Her eyes sparkled a little, then lowered a delicious amount.  “Could you, please, help me choose what to eat?” She softly asked and stretched the menu over to me.

In the course of our pleasantries, Norma had told me she was still exploring what and who she was in the lifestyle.  Her actions, tone, and question left me little doubt that there was a submissive side to her somewhere.  It was too perfect a scene, and the young woman barely knew me.

“I’d be happy to help,” I told her.  I then pointed out my two favorites.

“Oh, I’m a baby about spicy foods, though.” She frowned prettily.

I had told her I’d ordered a green chile pork omelet.  “Well, I’d suggest going with the Denver option, which is a classic.”

Her face brightened.  “Thank you, Sir.  That’s just what I’ll order!”

Since she had opened the door with her request, I took another social step.  “Would you be comfortable with my following you on Fet?” I asked.

Her smile blossomed.  “Yes, please.  Friend me, if you’d like.”

I felt my slave’s hand pat my thigh and turned to see her grinning.  “I’m going to go use the bathroom for…a few minutes.  I think I might be intimidating her too much by being here.  Don’t waste the opportunity, Sir.”

I smiled warmly.  “Thank you, Love.”

“You’re welcome, Master.” She touched my shoulder and caressed my neck as she got up to leave.

In my peripheral vision, I saw Norma take note of her going.

I’m the type of fellow who follows his instincts, so I turned to Norma, grinned, and whispered, “It wasn’t any accident you asked me to help you, was it?”

Norma’s cheeks pinked, and she opened her mouth.

“Before you begin.  I don’t tolerate dishonesty.  Not. At. All.” I warned her succinctly.

She sighed.  “No, it wasn’t an accident, Sir.” Her cheeks were now red, and she stared down at the table in front of her.

“Eyes, please,” I told her.

Norma visibly had to make the effort, but she turned and looked into my eyes.  Hers were blue like a Robin’s egg.  I suppose one could also say like ice, but there was nothing frozen about them right now.  Her eyes were deep and very vulnerable at the moment.

“But you are new?” I asked.

She nodded.  “Yes, Sir.  I…I did some checking into the people who RSVP’d that they were coming tonight.  I read profiles…and…writings.”  Norma really wanted to look away at that part, but didn’t.

“Oh, and did you like my stories?” I grinned.

Her face flushed once more, but she nodded.  “I did.  I also liked your postings about Obedience and many other topics you explained.  I liked how you explained things.”

“Why didn’t you just sit next to me then?” I wondered.

She sighed in frustration.  “I was going to then…I saw her hand on your thigh and…I chickened out.” She shrugged.

“It’s why she left, by the way,” I admitted.

“Really?” Norma seemed shocked.

“Yes, Fee knows me and knows what I like and knew better than I probably did what you were up to.” I smiled.

“And…well…I did read you let her have partners and she lets you, too.”  Norma shrugged.

“The difference being I can also make new dynamics if I wish.  I like to give her some input because she’s a good judge of character.” I explained.

Norma’s eyes kept looking around at all the people around them, and I knew she was feeling a little too out in the open.  “Want to take a little stroll outside?  People will think one of us is taking a smoke break.” I offered.

Norma frowned.  “I don’t smoke, do you?”

“No, I don’t, but it doesn’t matter.  Would you like to talk more privately?” I asked with more emphasis this time.

She hesitated but then nodded.  “What about our food?”

“It’s still going to take a while.  We always overload their line cooks.  Fee will watch for both of them if they come while we’re gone.  She’s a very good girl.” I rose and motioned for her to follow.

I didn’t turn to see if she did, but when I opened the door to the front, she was right there and thanked me.

We walked a little way to the right of the entrance.  Norma leaned on a pillar, and I leaned with my arm just over her right shoulder.  It was an intimate pose, but she didn’t mind except for blushing again.  Her cheeks looked like apples.

“So what are you looking for?  Oh, I tried to find Norma on Fet and I couldn’t.” I shrugged.

“Oh, I’m sorry.  It’s Norma Jeane…with an e on the end and 26 after the e.” She explained and looked up at me.

“Ah, blonde, beautiful…Marilyn Monroe’s birth name and year.” I grinned.

Norma relaxed a little.  “I tried to be a little sneaky about it.”

“I think you did just fine.  Now back to the original question, do I need to repeat it?” I asked.

She blew out a breath.  “No…Sir.” She grinned.  “I don’t even call my dad Sir, and he wanted me to.”

“You don’t have to with me, you know that, right?” I asked.  

Norma nodded.  “I do, but…it feels right…if it’s okay with you?” Her eyes came up to search mine.

“I always like it when it’s meant,”  I assured her.  “But you’re stalling.”

She grimaced.  “That’s not fair.  You’re not supposed to know what I’m thinking.”

“Norma, a dynamic by its definition is an unfair balance of power.  It’s all fair for me…just not for you.” I grinned to show I was teasing…mostly.

She looked away, then down, then her eyes slowly came up to mine.  “You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”

“Hey, Sadist, remember?  Says so right on the box.” I answered.

She laughed.  “Yes, it does, and that’s…what I am looking for, Sir.”  She swallowed.  “I want a spanking, not a play one or a tickle fight one.  I wanted to be put over your lap and have…have…my bare bottom spanked well.”

I was quiet.  “You know you’d like it?”

Norma shrugged.  “I’m pretty sure, but I haven’t really had someone do it.  Oh, I was spanked growing up, but…this is different.”

“Yes, it is.” I agreed.  “Explain better for me what you mean by well spanked.”

She frowned.  “Like in your stories, Sir.  Until…I wriggle, squirm, and maybe start to beg you to stop, but you don’t or won’t until I’ve…submitted to you.”

“Stories are one thing, Norma.  Reality is a little different.  You get to have color zones or safewords.” I told her.

“Does Fee get those?” She countered.

“That’s a little different, and no, she doesn’t, but she chose to give me that AFTER some time when she did use them first,” I answered.

“Oh.” She shrugged.  “I didn’t know that.”

It was quiet for a moment before she looked up at me with her lovely blue eyes.  “Please, Sir?  Will you give me a good spanking?” She begged.  Norma knew the difference between asking and begging.

I sighed.  My darker demons and my cock were entirely on board with saying Hell, Yeah! But they don’t get to run the show.

“How old are you?” I asked.

She grew annoyed.  “What difference does that make?”

“Well, legally it does a lot, but I’m pretty sure you’re over 18.” I grinned.

“Well…good!” She almost stomped a foot.  “I’m…28, Sir.” She answered.

I was successful in not blowing out a breath at that.  As a general rule, I’ve learned it’s much wiser to play with those who are at least 30 or older.  I’m still over half their age.  I refrained from asking if she knew my age because she’d read my profile, and I’ve never lied about it.

“Umm…if it makes a difference, Sir?  I’m not wearing anything under this skirt.” She softly grinned.  “I know it’s your preference.”

It was the thing about writing stories that you kept fairly accurate.  It gave away your preferences.  She wasn’t the first one to learn of it and follow it to please me.  The Demons and Cock crowed a bit at this.  Norma had magnificent legs, which probably led to a magnificent ass.

“Now it’s your turn not to make this too easy on me, eh?” I asked with an eyebrow arched.

She squirmed a little.  “Well…I was hoping it wouldn’t make it easy to say no, Sir.”

Slowly, I reached my hand up to caress her right cheek.  She leaned into it and closed her eyes.

“I can’t tell you how flattered and honored I am at your offer tonight, but…” I paused.

Her eyes flew open.  “But?!”

I nodded.  “But I am not going to spank you tonight, no matter how much I would love to do it, and you would love me to do it.”

“Why the hell not?” She did stomp a foot now.

I tried and failed not to laugh.  I coughed to try to cover it.  Her eyes said I hadn’t succeeded.  “There’s a lot to discuss beforehand.  There are negotiations, there’s deciding a proper place, which is not this parking lot.  I’m also guessing this isn’t just about a spanking, but you’re thinking of a dynamic?” I asked.

She pouted but nodded.  “Yes, Sir.” She muttered.

“And you do understand that under that, you’d have to obey me, right?  You read what I wrote about it.” I asked.

Her eyes narrowed as she sensed the trap.  “Yes, Sir.”

“Then we’re going to start that part tonight.  We will go inside, have dinner, and you can chat with me and Fee.  You’ll let us get to know more about you, and you will answer all of our questions.” I held up a hand when I could see protest in her eyes.  “We will answer all of yours, too.  Fair as we can be.”

She backed down.  “Is that all, Sir?”

“Oh, no.  We will begin to communicate through either Fet or texting, and I’ll want you to show you actually put some real thought into this, not just desire.  There’s position, implement, how far do I go, what does aftercare look like for you, and more.  You’ll spend tonight studying those things and be able to give me clear answers before I begin to take you seriously.” I rambled onward.

Her eyes had widened.  “But I thought…”

“I know what you thought.  For the record, 49 percent of me agreed with your version, but I was the other 51 percent.” I sighed.  “Yes, there are some who would have you over their lap in their car right now and wailing the tar out of your ass.  This would put you into an even more vulnerable state, a possible subspace where they could take advantage and get you to agree and vow to anything.  You’d wake up collared, owned, and someone’s piece of ass property before you could blink.” I didn’t hold back.

She had gotten relatively small now and was near tears.  

I sighed once more.  “Norma, I sense a lot of potential in you, but I want to do things the right way, the sure way, the way that will build a good, strong dynamic.  I don’t want one built on flash lust and taking advantage of you.  There are rules about that sort of thing…to me, anyway.”

She drew in a long breath and searched my face.

It was the make-or-break moment.  It was her choice.

She stood a little taller and even leaned into me to kiss my cheek softly.  

“Thank you, Sir, for…protecting me…even from myself.” She whispered into my ear.

I relaxed.

“You’re very welcome.  Will you do as I asked?” I asked.

She nodded.  “Of course, Sir.  I’ll put down some notes on my phone when we get inside to make sure I do.  May I show them to you for verification before I leave?”

“You may.” I nodded.

“Thanks, Sir.  I’m ready to go inside now.” She began to move.

“Wait a moment,” I told her.

She looked at me in puzzlement.  “Sir?”

“Do you remember the story, Show Me?” I asked.

Her eyes widened slightly, and her smile became very wicked.  Her hands went down to lift her skirt up enough to prove her words were true, and she did a little turn for me.  “I seem to remember it, Sir.” She turned back to face me and let the skirt drop.

I shrugged.  “I may be protecting you, but I’m definitely no angel.”

She giggled and wiggled past me.  “I wouldn’t want you to be, Sir.”