he’s grinning. “Do you want to join me?” I ask. I look up at him nervously. He appears so friendly, but all I can think is: This is the man who took me over his knee and spanked me until I cried.
“Sure. Let me get a beer. And a refill for you.” He picks up my glass and walks away and I exhale, relieved.
Do not hit on him , I tell myself. But I want to. I want to put on my most seductive face and I want him to fall for me.
You don’t even know him!
He spanks women for a living!
I shake all of my thoughts away, realizing I’m having a conversation with myself, and I concentrate on being friendly and nice. At the very least, I can show him that the discipline paid off.
David is back with drinks and takes a seat across from me. “So how long has it been?”
“A month.”
“And how have you been?”
“Good, actually. Great. And yourself?”
“Good. I’ve been good.” He looks down at his beer and then back up at me and there’s that twinkle in his eyes. Playfulness. Kindness. “How’s your attitude doing?”
I don’t really want to talk about it with him because it reminds me of bending over for him, being paddled, standing in the corner… “It’s fine,” I say after a long pause.
“To be honest, I expected you back.”
I shrug. “I’ve been feeling… nicer. I guess you fixed me.”
He raises his eyebrows. “Some people need regular sessions.”
I swallow hard. So much for casual conversation.
“You know, you paid me double for the last session. That means you have a free session waiting for you.”
I squirm. It isn’t about the money. It’s about it being a business with him. I don’t want it to be business. “I don’t know…”
“You benefited from the last session.”
“I did.”
“So why the hesitation?”
Gosh, he is a straight to the point kinda guy . “I don’t want to say.” Honesty. Best policy.
He’s chuckling. “I always have a hard time reading women.”
“Really? I thought that was a job qualification of yours.”
“I do all right with most. I take a lot of good guesses. But with you, I don't know what you're thinking.”
I’m curious now. “What would you guess?”
“I would guess one of two things.” He’s leaning forward and looking at me hard, though his voice is soft and calm. “You’re either afraid to come back because it was so emotional, and those emotions are hard to face. Or, you think you might like me.”
I’m blushing because honestly, those are both right.
“But, those are just guesses.” He leans back and doesn’t take his eyes off me. “Care to enlighten me? Tell me if I’m close?”
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“Which, Rachel?”
“Both.” I’m afraid to look at him but when I steal a peek he is smiling and I am relieved. At least he isn’t angry. “I’m sure lots of clients fall for you.”
“It happens.”
“Probably you’re used to it?”
“Kind of.”
I’m fidgeting and desperately wish that David would be more of a conversation leader. “So… anyway…”
“I want to have you over for dinner,” he announces.
My eyes fly up from the table to his face and I can see he is serious. “OK,” I say, still feeling shy.
“Tomorrow work?”
I think through my schedule. Tomorrow. No. Damn . “I have a late meeting.”
“That’s fine. Friday?”
“Perfect.”
“Good. You know, I never do this.”
“Have clients for dinner?”
“Right. I… I want you to know that I would never want romance to get in the way of your discipline.”
He looks seriously concerned and I’m wishing he would stop saying that word. Discipline . “I told you that I think you fixed me,” I remind him.
“Yes. However , I believe you’re the type of person who would benefit from regular spankings.”
Oh my god he is trying to kill me .
“So, my point being, if we don’t click romantically, you can still always rely on me to be professional with you. You won’t lose me as a disciplinarian.”
“And
“Sure. Let me get a beer. And a refill for you.” He picks up my glass and walks away and I exhale, relieved.
Do not hit on him , I tell myself. But I want to. I want to put on my most seductive face and I want him to fall for me.
You don’t even know him!
He spanks women for a living!
I shake all of my thoughts away, realizing I’m having a conversation with myself, and I concentrate on being friendly and nice. At the very least, I can show him that the discipline paid off.
David is back with drinks and takes a seat across from me. “So how long has it been?”
“A month.”
“And how have you been?”
“Good, actually. Great. And yourself?”
“Good. I’ve been good.” He looks down at his beer and then back up at me and there’s that twinkle in his eyes. Playfulness. Kindness. “How’s your attitude doing?”
I don’t really want to talk about it with him because it reminds me of bending over for him, being paddled, standing in the corner… “It’s fine,” I say after a long pause.
“To be honest, I expected you back.”
I shrug. “I’ve been feeling… nicer. I guess you fixed me.”
He raises his eyebrows. “Some people need regular sessions.”
I swallow hard. So much for casual conversation.
“You know, you paid me double for the last session. That means you have a free session waiting for you.”
I squirm. It isn’t about the money. It’s about it being a business with him. I don’t want it to be business. “I don’t know…”
“You benefited from the last session.”
“I did.”
“So why the hesitation?”
Gosh, he is a straight to the point kinda guy . “I don’t want to say.” Honesty. Best policy.
He’s chuckling. “I always have a hard time reading women.”
“Really? I thought that was a job qualification of yours.”
“I do all right with most. I take a lot of good guesses. But with you, I don't know what you're thinking.”
I’m curious now. “What would you guess?”
“I would guess one of two things.” He’s leaning forward and looking at me hard, though his voice is soft and calm. “You’re either afraid to come back because it was so emotional, and those emotions are hard to face. Or, you think you might like me.”
I’m blushing because honestly, those are both right.
“But, those are just guesses.” He leans back and doesn’t take his eyes off me. “Care to enlighten me? Tell me if I’m close?”
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“Which, Rachel?”
“Both.” I’m afraid to look at him but when I steal a peek he is smiling and I am relieved. At least he isn’t angry. “I’m sure lots of clients fall for you.”
“It happens.”
“Probably you’re used to it?”
“Kind of.”
I’m fidgeting and desperately wish that David would be more of a conversation leader. “So… anyway…”
“I want to have you over for dinner,” he announces.
My eyes fly up from the table to his face and I can see he is serious. “OK,” I say, still feeling shy.
“Tomorrow work?”
I think through my schedule. Tomorrow. No. Damn . “I have a late meeting.”
“That’s fine. Friday?”
“Perfect.”
“Good. You know, I never do this.”
“Have clients for dinner?”
“Right. I… I want you to know that I would never want romance to get in the way of your discipline.”
He looks seriously concerned and I’m wishing he would stop saying that word. Discipline . “I told you that I think you fixed me,” I remind him.
“Yes. However , I believe you’re the type of person who would benefit from regular spankings.”
Oh my god he is trying to kill me .
“So, my point being, if we don’t click romantically, you can still always rely on me to be professional with you. You won’t lose me as a disciplinarian.”
“And
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