“Can you cook?”
“Yes, I like cooking,” Maggie said.
“Good, I need a woman who can cook. My mother said that’s important.”
Maggie stared, shocked. In her worst nightmares she hadn’t thought the men would be this bad. She glanced at her watch. Another hour. A drink was looking good, and she’d barely started. “What else are you looking for in a woman?”
“I want a woman who is an excellent cook, does an efficient job of housework and won’t mind looking after my mother.”
“I’m not great with sick people.” Maggie had no experience with ill people and didn’t want to learn unless it was for someone in her immediate circle. “Maybe you should hire a maid?”
His mouth dropped open and his eyes bulged.
Just then the bell rang.
Saved by the bell. Surely the dates couldn’t be all as bad as Stewart?
She slipped into the next seat and smiled a welcome. To her relief he wasn’t as bad. But he wasn’t interesting either. Her mind drifted to spanking and her blog.
“Is there anything you’d like to know about me?” he asked. “Maggie?”
“Yes, what do you think of spanking in a consenting adult relationship?”
The man’s mouth opened and closed before he replied. “Spanking? During sex, you mean?”
“That’s right,” Maggie said in a crisp voice. She almost felt sorry for him.Almost.
“I haven’t thought about it,” he said. “Er…I suppose I could try it. What would you spank me with? Would it hurt?”
“That wasn’t quite what I had in mind,” Maggie said, the need to laugh taking her by surprise. Maybe the night wouldn’t be so bad.
The bell signaled and she moved on to her next date. She grinned and took her seat. “Hi, I’m Maggie. How do you feel about spanking?”
The man stared before his mouth curled into a delighted grin. “I haven’t been naughty.”
“But you’re thinking about spanking now. Surely that’s worth a swat or two.”
“And I came tonight under protest,” he said. “Where have you been all my life?”
“So spanking might interest you?”
He winked at her. Maggie grinned back. Not bad. The man edged into cute when he smiled.
“Stranger things have happened,” he said.
“Have you spanked anyone before?”
“I’d be willing to learn.”
The bellting-a-lingedand with a quick wave, Maggie sashayed to her next date. Maybe this speed dating wouldn’t be as bad as she thought.
“Spanking?” her fourth date asked. “Isn’t that kinky?”
“And your point is…?”
“None of the other girls have asked me that question. Is spanking a new fad I haven’t heard about?”
“Just ordinary run of the mill kink, I think,” Maggie said, managing to keep her smile at bay. “Do you have any interests?”
