AI art by me

This story is dedicated to a new friend, JUST A FRIEND, on FetLife. She’s been enjoying my spanking videos and stories there but we are too far apart to do more than just correspond. Holly is part of her Fet name.

“I thought it was 5 for $10.” The whiny young woman was complaining for the third time.

“As I explained before, that isn’t for these lotions.  I’d be happy to show you which ones are available for that deal.” The patient woman behind the counter told the younger woman.

“Well, that’s just bullshit.” The young woman dropped her handful of lotions on the counter and stormed out of the Body Store.  

The small lotions clattered around, and one threatened to fall off the edge.

I caught it quickly and returned it to the woman who was trying to gather them together.

“Thank you, Sir.” She smiled warmly and took it from me.

“No problem.  Heaven help us from the entitled brats, eh?” I laughed.

Her eyes sparkled, and her laugh was rich.  “Exactly so, Sir.” She purred.

It was the way she said ‘Sir’ for the second time and the soft purr that made me do a double take.  Her brown, deep eyes searched mine with curiosity now.  I checked.

“Would you like help putting those back, Holly?” I asked.

She shook her head.  “That’s my job.  What can I do to help you today, Sir?”

This was her third time using the honorific, and she meant something more behind it besides the casual or professional courtesy.

I smiled widely at her and let my eyes show a bit more of the real me.  “I’m sure there’s plenty you could do, Holly.” I purred back to her.

It was fun to see the pink flush into her high cheekbones.  Holly was beautiful in an exciting way.  At first glance, she seemed to be an older girl-next-door type, but when you saw the tattoos, the little smirk, and the fire in her eyes?  She was something else entirely, and she knew it.  Thing was, she knew what I was, too.

“Just tell me and I’ll do what I can.” Her eyes dipped slightly in a show of subtle submission.

“I believe you.” I nodded.  “For now, I am just getting these hand sanitizers.  I enjoy the scent.”

She arched one pretty brow and sniffed the tiny hand bottle.  “Mmm…yes, I love this one.”

I shrugged.  “I’ll confess.  I’m frugal and use it as my own personal cologne.  A little dab behind each ear…kind of thing.” I smiled.

Her eyes roved over my face to my ears and back to my eyes.  “That would smell wonderful up close.”

Well, that was a lovely opening.  It had been hard for her because her cheeks were now redder than pink.  

I checked my watch.  It was close to lunchtime.

“Forgive my boldness, Holly, but what time do you take lunch today?” I asked as she began to ring up my purchases.

She side-eyed me with a little grin.  “In half an hour.”

“I am going to go rest a bit at the Food Court across the way.  I’d love some company for lunch if you find yourself headed that way.” I offered.

She nodded.  “I’ll remember that.”  Holly wasn’t going to commit right now, and why should she?  I knew she’d be curious to see if I did what I said and wait for her.

I took my little bag with me and found a table right across from the store.  Settling down, I got out my phone and caught up on correspondence and social media.  Of course, my social media was of the kind that I had to keep close to my vest, or it might send a passerby into shock or a heart attack.

Glancing up, I noticed Holly had migrated to the front of the store and was peering at me.  She smiled warmly at me again, and her pleasure at finding me there was easy to see.  

The time passed quickly, and soon I watched her walk across to my table.

“I don’t usually do this.” She told me as she approached.

“I didn’t think you did, but I’m glad you did today.” I offered for her to sit with me.

She nodded and pulled out the chair directly across from mine.

“I’m an old-fashioned guy, Holly.  I’d love to treat you to lunch if you’ll allow me.” I told her.

She smiled sweetly.  “I like old-fashioned.  I’d like that very much.  Where did you want to get something?” She glanced around.

“You might know better than me.  I’ll trust your recommendation.” I rose.

Her eyes took me in carefully.

Holly looked like she was in her early thirties or younger, but I guessed she was a little older than that.  On the other hand, it wasn’t hard to see I was much older than her, but it hadn’t stopped her so far.

“I’m guessing you like your French fries.” She told me.

“You’d be right.” I grinned.

“Well, that makes it easy then.” She led me over to a sandwich kiosk.  The sandwiches looked good, and the fries were even better.

After she ordered first, I went next and paid.  

“I’d be happy to wait and bring the food over to you.” Holly smiled slightly and bowed her head a little.  “It’s the least I can do, Sir.”

Mmm…the way she did it was perfect.  Holly was offering to serve me, and it would please her to do so.

“I’d love that.  Thank you, Holly.” I had to bite back the good girl I wanted to add.  Too early…too soon.

She blushed a little again.  “My pleasure.”

“I can tell,” I murmured as I went back to wait.

I watched her wait for the food and knew she could feel my eyes.  She had a fine figure that was enjoyable to watch as she moved.  Her slacks were very tight, revealing a well-rounded, firm bottom.  My palm itched a little.

Her body language spoke volumes.  She was interested; she was more than a little aroused, and her palms kept fidgeting back to smooth her slacks over her ass.  

One of the times she did this, I caught her peeking at me, and I arched one eyebrow at her.  She paled a little, and her breath caught.  I couldn’t help it.  I reached my hands up to rub my palms together without breaking eye contact.

Holly’s lips parted a little, and her tongue darted between them.  I gave her my wicked smile.  It was the one just before I took the young lady over my lap to give her what she wanted so badly: a good spanking.

Dutifully, she got two cups of ketchup for me and then brought over the tray.  As I watched, she set the table for me before sitting down.

“Thank you, Holly,” I murmured.

“You’re welcome, Sir.” She breathed.  Words sounded hard for her right now.  

“Good girl,” I whispered back to her.

She nearly fell into her chair as my words hit her.  Her face had flamed into a deep red, but her eyes widened with happiness and calm.

“Thank you, Sir.” She whispered once more.

“Well, I think that covered what we both are, doesn’t it?” I began to rearrange my food.

“Does it?” She looked up at me and tilted her head.

“Mmmhmm.  Do you wish me to prove it further?” I ate a lovely, delicious fry.  “Thanks for the ketchup.”

She grinned quickly.  “I figured.”

“I know and I love it.”  I took a sip of the drink.  “Well, do I go further?”

She shrugged.  “If you wish to, but it isn’t necessary.”  She shifted a little and took a bite of the sandwich and chewed.

I gave her some time to relax a little.  We exchanged pleasantries for a couple of minutes.  She’d been working there for three years and, yes, she often had to deal with young women like that.

“It’s too bad they don’t get what would do them the most good,” I commented.

“Which is?” She asked.

“A good, firm spanking from a man who knows how to deliver one.” I took a last bite of the sandwich and didn’t look up to see her reaction.  I didn’t need to see it.  I could hear it.

Holly gasped softly, and her chair shifted.  

Feeling predatory, I looked up now to see her eyes drinking me in with a mixture of fascination and a tinge of fear.  “Holly, tell me.  Do you need a good firm spanking?” I asked in a voice low enough not to carry further than her ears.

Her eyes locked onto mine, and slowly, very slowly, she began to nod.  

“Use your words,” I commanded.

“Yes, Sir.  I…do…want…a spanking.  Please?” She added, then closed her eyes.  “What are you doing to me?” She moaned quietly.

“What do you want me to do, Good Girl?” I replied.  “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

She blew out a breath.  “Way too long, Sir.”

“Well, what should we do about this?” I asked.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.  “Hmm…well, we can’t do this here.”  She giggled.  It was lovely.

“No, they might frown on that…especially since I only spank on the bare bottom,” I added.

Her eyes shot wide once more.  “Oh?  Oh.  Oh…I see.  No getting out of that?”

I shook my head.  “No way.  I’ll warm you up over the…thong?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Then I’ll take it down,”  I confirmed.

She swallowed.  “Hmm…I…I’m actually off for the rest of the day.  I told them I wasn’t feeling well and needed to go home early.”

“You lied to them?” I asked in mock irritation.

Holly fidgeted in her seat once more as her bottom got squirmy.  “I…I…”

I waved it away.  “It’s fine…this time.  But if I ever catch you lying to me, what do you think will happen?”

She bit her lower lip.  “I’ll…be…punished?”

“Mmmhmm…care to guess how?” I asked.

She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.  “A spanking…or worse?”

“What’s worse than a spanking, Holly?” I pressed.

“Mmm..” She whined a little.  “Um…your belt or…or a paddle…or both.”

I nodded.  “I’d agree with those.  I’d wash your mouth out with soap first and then the paddle or belt…or both.”

Her fingers touched her lips, and she grimaced.  I knew she could taste the soap in her mouth already.  “But no soap this time, Sir?”

“Try again, but with Daddy this time,” I told her.

She moaned once more but nodded.  “But no soap this time, Daddy?”

“Not this time, little girl.  But you’ll remember?” I asked.

Her eyes grew round.  “I promise, Daddy.  I do.”

“Good.  Well then…where I am taking you to…attend to this matter at hand.” I patted one palm onto the other.

She squirmed.  “I…I have…an apartment?”

“You’re not sure you do?” I teased her.

She blew out a breath.  “Daddy, don’t be mean.  Please.”

“Fair enough.  You drove here?” I asked.

“No.  I take the bus.” She answered.

I frowned.  “You will not be doing that EVER again, am I understood?”

She nodded but asked, “Why, Daddy?”

“Not safe…we’ll talk about that while I have your…full attention.” I rose.  “Come with me.” I held out an arm.

She took it and followed respectfully, her eyes cast down.  

When we arrived at the car, I told her she was free to ask any questions and I’d answer them with complete honesty.

Holly thanked me and began to ask me about my experiences with being a Daddy and a Dominant.  I told her and explained my usual ways of doing things.  She drank it all in without a word.

“Now, this can be a just today thing, Holly.  If that’s what you want, or we can discuss something more frequently, like weekly, perhaps.  I’ll let you think on it for a couple of days…you’ll have something to remember me by anyway.” I teased.

She gulped audibly.  “Yes, Daddy.”

Her apartment wasn’t far, and I let her lead me through the front door. 

“You live here alone?” I asked.

She shook her head.  “No, I have two children.  A boy, ten, and a girl, eight.  They’ll still be in school for another ninety minutes, but they take the bus.  I’m usually at work.

Discussing their father and past circumstances could wait.  The poor girl was starting to shake like a leaf.  

“We’d better attend to that bottom, shouldn’t we?” I asked.

She nodded.  “Yes, please.”

I spied a wooden chair in the kitchenette.  “Fetch me the chair.”  I pointed.

She obeyed, and I settled it before sitting down.

“On my left.” I took her arm.

She let me lead her over to stand next to my left side.

“Slacks down or I’ll do it,” I commanded.

She reached up, unbuttoned, then unzipped.  Down the slacks went to show a pretty dark blue thong with some lace on it.

“Pretty,” I commented.

“Thank you, Daddy.” She murmured.

I took her over my lap, and it took just a few seconds to get her settled.

“Tip toes, ass arched, no flinching, no clenching, and those feet better not lift off the floor or I spank your thighs,” I told her with an air of confidence.  I’d given the instructions enough times in the past.

“Yes, Daddy.” She did as told.

I rested my hand on her tight, round bottom. It was gloriously spankable.  My hand began with light smacks all over for a few seconds.

Holly twitched slightly but made no noise until I began to go faster and a bit harder.  Now, she squirmed and whimpered.

“Ow, Daddy.” She whined.

“Mmmhmm…it’ll be more so soon,” I replied as I began to snap my wrist.

“OH!” She squeaked then sniffed a little.  Tears were beginning to well up.

I stopped and surveyed the damage.  Her ass was a lovely, dark pink and getting closer to red.  “Feeling it?” I asked as I patted her.

“Yes, Daddy.” She murmured and squirmed.  

“It’s time for these to go down now,” I told her.

She nodded.  “I know, Daddy.”

I reached up and peeled the thong off and down over her cheeks and further down until it was at the halfway point on her thighs.  It was no surprise that Holly was more than a bit aroused right now.  There was no way she could hide it.

Holly had to know I had a great view of her labia, which were bare and glistening slightly.  I felt the temptation to explore, but stopped myself.

“Today, just the spanking.  After a day or two, if we decide on it together, then I’d do more than just spank you right now.”  I explained.

She nodded.  “I understand, Daddy.  Thank you.”

Without more ado, I began to spank her in earnest and applied it fast and hard.  She needed it, and I loved giving it to her.  I started to hear the tears before I saw them drip from her cheeks.

I paused once more and rubbed her hot cheeks.  “May I rub?” I asked.

She nodded.  “Please do, Daddy?” She whimpered as I squeezed the sore spots.  “Ohhh, Daddy.” She arched her ass higher now.  

Holly was making it very tempting for me to take this to the next step, but I knew it was best to refrain for now.  I wanted her, but I wanted her with a clear head first before rushing into something she might not be ready for.  I was not a one-gal guy and didn’t want to take advantage.

“Enough?” I asked.

She hesitated too long.

I spanked her some more without waiting.  I knew where I wanted this to end now.  Her tears flowed more freely, and then they became sobs that shook her shoulders.  I didn’t let up.  

Then it happened.  The breaking point…the point of submission…her body relaxed and she bowed her head.  She’d just permitted me to stop whenever I decided it was enough.

“Good girl…very good girl.” I crooned as I slowed down and rubbed some more.  

Slowly, she began to catch her breath.  

“Would you like to be held?” I asked gently.

She nodded.  “Lotion, first, pretty please, Daddy?”

I patted her bottom.  “Deal.  Go fetch it.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” She groaned and rose.  Her hands started to move back to her bottom, but she stopped. “May I rub, Daddy?”

“Face the wall, rub where I can enjoy seeing it.” I’d learned long ago why lie about it?  

Holly turned obediently and began to rub.  It was a joy to watch her work herself, knowing I was enjoying it.    Her eyes kept straying over her shoulder at me.  “Did…did I do well, Daddy?” She whispered.

“Very, very good, Babygirl,” I told her.

She shivered. “Thanks, Daddy.  Be right back.”

I watched her shuffle off with her slacks down around her ankles.

“Just step out of those before you break your neck,” I commanded.

Holly giggled.  “Yes, Daddy.” She obeyed and ran off bare from the waist down to get her lotion.

I took her back over and began to apply the lotion slowly and liberally all over her bottom, he upper thighs, and her lower back.  Holly cooed and sighed over my knees as she relaxed.

After a time, I patted her.  “Cuddle.”

She nodded and rose enough to twist around and straddle my lap.  Her arms went around mine, and I pulled her tight.

Soft sighs and calmer breathing came to my ears as I rubbed her back and bottom.  

“Thank you, Daddy.  Thank you so much.” She whispered.

“My pleasure,” I told her truthfully.

“I’d like to…continue this…weekly at least?” She asked.

“I’d like that, too.  We can start to discuss it.” I answered.

“I…I’d rather you host from now on?” She told me and asked me.

“Agreed.  It will also not always be just my hand.” I explained.

She nodded against my shoulder.  “I know.  I’ll…I’ll want that, too.  Um…and…” She hesitated.

“You’re wondering why I didn’t finger you?” I asked.

“Well, yes….” She murmured.

“I wanted to, but that’s something we need to discuss.  I’m not built for monogamy, and maybe that’s what you want or need.  I didn’t want to take advantage.” I explained.

“Oh.  Wow.  That’s…unexpected, Daddy.  Thank you.  I will need to digest that a bit, but…still…I’ll want the spankings, please?”  Holly asked.

“I’d like that,”  I told her.

She leaned back a little and softly kissed my neck just below my right ear.  “You do smell very nice, Daddy.” She whispered, then kissed the spot once more.  

It was time for me to go.  She walked me to the door without making a move to cover herself.  It was nice that she felt safe and comfortable enough to let me see her so clearly.  

“Daddy?” She asked at the door.

“Yes, Babygirl?” I asked back.

“I’m happy you found me.” She smiled.  “Kiss, please?”

I leaned down and kissed her softly on her lips.  She sweetly returned it.  “Oh.” She turned and retrieved a slip of paper, on which she quickly scribbled.  “My number.  Let’s start texting, please?”

I nodded.  “I’d like to see the aftermath.” I arched a look at her bottom behind her.

She giggled.  “Will do, Daddy.”

I closed the door behind me and opened the door to a new situation.