here is a little story about reading signs, about following instincts and doing … whatever comes to mind.
Whatever Comes To Mind – Part One
Maria walked quickly through the brisk night air. Though it was late April, the night time could still dip the temperatures low. But she thought the short walk from her house to Annie Bailey’s Pub wouldn’t be so bad, despite the fact that she really wasn’t wearing very much at all. She was wrong about this. With any luck, the bartender there would give her a lift home. He always flirted with her when she stopped in and admittedly, she egged the flirting on. He was a studly guy, not a muscle-bound gorilla but definitely handsome and his voice always had the ability to make her wet. Needless to say, Maria had more than just a little crush on him. Her skimpy outfit was designed to catch his attention the very moment she walked into the pub.
Keeping her arms folded tightly in front of her hardened nipples, she picked up the pace of her strides. But this only froze her legs that much more. Short skirts were fun and sexy. But they did little to keep warmth in. None of this would matter though, once she got inside the pub. And she couldn’t have gotten to that front door too soon, opening it and stepping inside. Shutting the door and standing there for a moment, she closed her eyes and basked in the warmth of the bar room. It felt like a warm bath on her chilly frame.
Then, opening her eyes, she was surprised to see how dead the pub was. It was a Monday night. Wasn’t there baseball or something on TV that always brought jersey-wearing guys out?
Looking over to the bar, she saw her man crush. Heath was his name and she could feel the first little tingles between legs, along with those wonderful butterflies in her tummy as she took graceful steps over towards him. He was rearranging liquor bottles on the display shelf, but he saw her approaching in the mirror on the wall. Smiling handsomely, he turned around – Maria getting to the bar and grabbing the edge of it just in time to prevent her knees from going weak and making her collapse to the floor. He had this most amazing ability to throw her off balance with a simple gaze in her direction. Taking a seat, she put her purse on the bar and smiled suggestively at him. The flirting between them would begin almost immediately, save for one question that was currently puzzling her.
“Where are all the baseball fans?” she asked, crossing her legs and leaning forward to give Heath a better view of her cleavage.
Maria was wearing a white, low cut top and a playful short skirt with a bit of flowy nature to it. She had worn her brunette hair down but tucked her locks behind her ears. Heath once told her that he absolutely loved long hair on a female and he wished they would never cut it beyond split-end trimmings. Her hair had been long for years and she had no intentions of cutting it short, not so long as it kept getting her such attention from him. Her make-up was designed to accentuate her eyes, putting eye liner on her top lid as well as her bottom. Heath once told her eye liner was the most make-up of all because it brought everything else together … mascara, eye shadow, brow color, the whole works. She had perfected the feminine wiles he enjoyed the most.
“The baseball crowd? They went home a half hour ago,” Heath explained while making her a Sex On The Beach – a fruity but strong drink. “The game wasn’t very good tonight. So, they split a bit early.”
He set her drink in front of her, having made it in a snifter glass – the shape of which always reminding Maria of a boob. Hence, she called it the boobie glass. Sipping from the little black straw in the drink, she eyed up Heath’s backside as he turned back to the liquor shelves and kept straightening the bottles. He was a good-looking guy, not too skinny like a twig but also not so heavy as to have love handles that hung out over his belt. And he wore clothing that complimented his body shape … all six feet of him.
Maria only stood 5’ 5”. So, a taller guy was always attractive to her. Even with heels, she felt short around a taller guy … little even.
“Maria, you always come in here and you tell me about your day, but you never tell me about you,” Heath said, turning back to face her and beginning to wash the glasses under the bar. “Why is that?”
“I’m shy,” Maria said playfully, sipping a bit more of her drink.
“Well, I think you should drink that straight down so I can make you another,” Heath said with a devilish grin.
“Why? So you can take advantage of me tonight?” Maria asked with an equally devilish grin.
“I have wanted to take you home with me for the longest time,” he admitted, being playful but also being honest.
“And what would we do when we got home to your place?” Maria asked, egging on the flirtation as she then sipped from her drink.
“Whatever comes to mind,” he said cryptically.
“So tell me what comes to mind,” Maria said, reaching to her waist and pulling down the front of her low cut shirt just a bit more to allow a greater amount of her cleavage to be revealed.
“Just so you’re aware, I’m keen to what you’re trying to do,” Heath said, raising an eyebrow at her. “And it won’t work.”
“Oh, really?” Maria sassed back playfully. “Tell me what it is you think I’m trying to do and why you believe it won’t work, Bar Man.”
“You have safely redirected the topic of discussion away from yourself, as usual. Tell me about yourself,” Heath said, playfully jousting back as he looked down at her outfit. “… Schoolgirl.”
Maria smiled knowingly, wrinkling up her lips as she had indeed been caught in a misdirect. But she had known him long enough at this point to tell him a little about who she was. She certainly wanted the guy she dreamed of sleeping with to know who she was before she found herself in the middle of his bed, staring up at the ceiling and arching her back towards a forthcoming summit.
“Okay,” she said, then sipping the rest of her drink straight down and sliding the glass over to him to refill. “I am a Catholic girl who hasn’t been to church in a long time. I am a regional coordinator for The Spina Bifida Foundation. I am an only child. I blaze my own path in life and I’ve never gone home with a guy from a bar before.”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” Heath suggested, sliding another Sex On The Beach in front of her.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, Heath,” Maria said, leaning in towards him. “I am very much in favor of wearing your clothing at breakfast.”
“Now you’re talkin’,” Heath said with his deep timbre, Maria all-but shuddering at the sounds of his low tone.
“I’ve always liked the bad boys and I’ve always refused to believe that bad boys were poor marriage material,” Maria said with a growing lust in her irises. “But sometimes, to get a bad boy’s attention, a girl needs to be a little naughty.”
“Naughty girls get spanked,” Heath flirted, keeping his voice low.
“If they get spanked, they deserved it,” Maria flirted back. “Tell me something that’s a secret about you. Something that your appearance and demeanor would never reveal.”
“I am a sucker for a submissive girl,” Heath answered with no hesitation at all. “Now, you tell a secret.”
“When handsome guys flirt with me, they get me wet,” Maria admitted. “I used to be embarrassed by this, but now I welcome it.”
“So, you have extra panties in your purse?” he asked with a grin.
“Nope. No spare panties in my purse,” Maria said, patting her purse on the bar. “Your turn. Tell another secret.”
“Hmm,” he said, thinking about it for a second. “I love girls who are confident but who aren’t femi-Nazis about life.”
“Do you want to get married someday?” Maria asked.
“Yes. But I don’t want to have kids,” Heath answered quickly.
“Why not?” Maria asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
“I waited a bit too late in life for that. Becoming a father now would mean my kids would be graduating college when I’m getting ready to retire,” Heath answered with honesty, pouring himself a ginger ale and adding raspberry syrup to it. “Besides, I’m an uncle. And I’ve got plenty of interaction that way. How about you? Marriage? Kids?”
“Marriage, yes. Kids, no,” Maria answered, just as quickly and confidently as he had answered.
“Why not?” he asked, sipping from his drink.
“I’m not able to have kids. It was the result of a car accident I was in when I was young,” Maria answered with honesty. “So, wanting to have kids would only upset me. But I still have baby fever.”
“And how do you handle that?” Heath asked, detecting the subject wasn’t something that seemed to upset her and pressing forward with it.
“I baby myself,” she answered with a laugh, then sipping her drink.
“Yeah? Teddy bears? Hair bows? That sort of thing?” Heath asked, Maria nodding and taking down the rest of her drink.
“Yep,” she answered, sliding the empty glass over to him, Heath washing it in the sink. “Nighties, pacifiers, baby clothes … diapers.”
“Really?” Heath asked with wide eyes.
“Yep ………. and no, I’m not wearing a diaper right now,” Maria said before he asked. “I’m wearing panties.”
“Are they wet?” Heath asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Soaked,” she answered with flirtatious suggestion.
“That’s naughty,” he flirted back, leaning in towards.
“Then I guess I need a spanking,” Maria whispered to him.
“Well … I need to go back into the cooler to inventory the beer,” Heath whispered to her. “How about you come back with me? And I’ll warm your backside … provided you don’t heat up the beer for being such a hot little thing.”
Maria smiled and picked up her purse, getting off the stool and walking around behind the bar. Oh, my. He was so tall.
“Good girl,” he said, pointing in the direction of the back and playfully patting her bottom through the back of her short skirt.
Heath led her into the cooler, picking up the reordering clipboard and handing it to her. The cooler was definitely that … cool. But it wasn’t nearly as bad as the chilliness outside.
“Okay,” he said, looking at the racks of booze. “We will need to order more ….. Coors, Coors Light, Yuengling, Guinness, Boston Lager, a keg of Budweiser, a keg of Pabst’s Blue Ribbon … and also Corona and Corona Light. Did you get all those?”
“Got ‘em,” Maria said, putting the pen on the clipboard and handing it back to him. “But I don’t wanna be too good of a girl right now.”
“Don’t you worry, Little Miss Catholic Schoolgirl,” Heath said with a deep timbre as they walked out of the cooler and headed towards the office. “I won’t let that happen.”
The manager’s office was directly behind the bar room, a tiny little closet-like space with a cluttered desk and a stone-aged desktop computer … so old that it still used a tower. Shutting the door, he locked it and then walked over to the swivel chair – taking a seat it in and looking up at her with a smile. Maria lowered her chin, shyly.
“Show me why you need to be spanked,” he said, relaxing in the chair and getting ready to enjoy the show.
Standing with her legs together, her shoulders shrunken and her chin kept lowered, Maria reached down to the lower hem of the front of her skirt and lifted it up – revealing the wet spot on the front of her red satin panties. The wetness was a straight vertical line down the middle with a cute little spot right at the bottom where she dripped from her perineum. Oh, did she blush the shade of her panties, mortified – not just that this hunky crush of hers was seeing what a mess she had made of herself, but also because she had welcomed all of this with flirts.
“Now take your top off,” Heath said, Maria submissively taking her white top off to reveal her matching red satin bra. “You really are a hot little number, aren’t you? But hotness or not, you won’t be able to tell your panties from your bottom when I’m done with you.”
That comment alone made her drip again. She never truly understood why the mere thought of having a hand taken to her bottom was such an arousing one. But it seemed superfluous to waste time trying to figure it out … time that could better be spent building up the anticipation of what was to come. Pain was evident, pleasure to follow.
Heath stood up and Maria released the lower hem from her fingertips, the front of her skirt falling back down as she folded her forearms in front of her abdomen – trying to find a place to keep them out of the way. Standing behind her, he reached around and gripped her red satin cups – then pulling them down … her breasts falling out of the bra. His hands, oh, his huge hands groped her – his thumbs and pointer fingers pinching and rolling her nipples around at his fingertips. She fidgeted and fussed just the slightest bit at the pinches, but she really didn’t want him to stop doing anything. He was working on her mind as well as her body and another well-placed comment would set more in motion.
“You are a naughty girl and you do need a spanking,” he said, releasing his gropes and turn her to face him – placing two fingers under her chin and raising her eyes to gaze up at him. “And if I’m spanking you, then that makes me your Daddy, doesn’t it?”
“Yes …,” she said softly, looking up at him lustfully. “… Daddy.”
She could feel another little tingle at her center and another little drip adding itself to the wet spot on her red satin panties. She was mesmerized by the moment, by what he was doing to her, by what he was saying to her and by his scent – a mixture of his cologne, the detergent in his clothing and his sweat from having worked.
“Take my belt off,” he said with a deep timbre, Maria reaching down to his waist and fumbling with the buckle but getting it apart – sliding the belt out of his pants loops, then holding the belt and lifting it up to him. “Good girl. But you’re still naughty in my eyes. And you still need a bit of correction, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered almost inaudibly as he took the leather belt from its offering on her open hands.
“Now slide those wet panties down your legs and step out of them,” he said with a controlled growl, taking a step back and watching.
Maria reached under her skirt and up to her waist line, bending over and pulling down the waist band of her red satin panties. Heath watched from just a step away, folding his leather belt in half and holding it on either side to then crack the belt a few times. She rolled the panties down her legs, slowly as to give him a visual sight he would enjoy. Stepping out of the panties and picking them up, she stood up straight – preparing to hand the panties to him. But the moment she stood up, he pulled her close to him – his left hand indeed taking the panties from her, but his right hand going under the front of her skirt and onto the smoothness between her legs.
When she took a shower before making the brisk walk to the pub, she shaved herself to silky smoothness everywhere in the hope that his hands just might make their way down under her skirt. She had lost track of how many times in her life she had made that preparation, only to be disappointed by a lack of result. But, for some reason, she knew she would get lucky with him that night. Call it female instinct.
He felt her wetness and the swell of her outer lips, his palm sliding up and down her labium with ease. Doing her best not to show too much reaction to his touch, Maria kept her eyes to the floor – tightening her lips and concentrating on keeping her breathing steady and even. She knew that her emotions and her thresholds were about to be pushed beyond their limits. So, there was no sense in exhausting herself prior.
Tucking her red satin panties into his left pants pocket, Heath turned her to face towards the desk. Pushing the clutter out of the way, he then made her take a small step backwards before bending her forward at the waist. Instinctively, she put her hands out – her palms going flat as they landed on the top of the desk. Then he flipped up the back of her skirt and began tapping the insides of her thighs with the folded leather belt, Maria shuffling her feet further apart and widening her stance until he was satisfied with her position. He stepped behind her and there she remained – the room going silent, the satellite radio music in the bar room seeming louder and clearer than before.
It was then she realized that no one was going to hear anything that happened back in that little office. Her heart began to pound heavily in her chest. Her breathing picked up, but still was kept by her tightened lips and conscious control. Then the sound of leather cracking rang in her ear drums, over and over and over again as Heath cracked the belt in his hands. With a widened stance, she had trouble locking her knees and this would likely be the case throughout everything that was about to happen to her. He had smartly taken away one of her defenses.
“I think ten smacks will be adequate for this offense of wet panties, don’t you?” Heath asked, cracking his leather belt again.
Continue on to Part Two
………………. The Dark Age Play Box Sets
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