Late
You are late, that annoys me. The Table was booked for 2pm and it is now 2.15pm.
You know you are late, you know I do not like lateness and that I will be annoyed.
This is not a good start to the afternoon. No use looking all flustered and blaming it on the traffic, you should have set off earlier, in plenty of time.
My stern voice really lets you know I am displeased. Gruff, grumpy, unhappy and feeling disrespected.
I put it to one side and we enjoy the meal. Anyone seeing us would just consider us a nice, safe, vanilla couple.
While you are eating your mind runs through what will happen when we get home: Sir hates lateness and he has a long memory. Is your chattiness and attention enough to make him forget?
You SO know the answer already!
You know that punishment is coming from the way that I squeeze your bottom and steer you to the car using your bottom as a steering wheel. Light spanks emphasise Control as we move across the car park.
Just the start as you know there will be many hard spanks when home. A lot. A very large number, accompanied by having your clit teased and eaten.
Just what you had been craving when you sat outside the restaurant at 1.50pm, playing on your phone until 2.15pm.
Don’t think I didn’t already know this …………………………