“You, my dear, from now on will call me sir.” I slapped her ass a bit harder this time.
“Yes sir,” she said, giggling.
Oh, this was right where I wanted her. By her, I meant Suzy.
“Bad girls get spanked,” I said through my teeth.
Friskily, she wiggled about, her ass jiggling.
"Suzy, I’m serious,” I growled, drawing her skirt up and over her backside. A pair of white lace panties laid before me. Ones just like Suzy had worn that one night in Texas. I sucked in a breath. “Why are you wearing these?” I asked her in a firm voice.
“My undies? I usually wear a thong, but I was wearing a skirt, so…”
The bitch was trying to impress me, turn me on by talking about her thong while I was wondering if theuniverse was sending me a goddamn sign. “I like these much better than a thong. You want to know why?”
“Umm…”
I cut her off, hitting her ass hard.
“Ouch,” she howled, this time in pain.
“So, do you want to know why I like these better?”
“Why?”
I spanked her harder than before.
She howled.
My dick twitched under her. I reached over to turn up the music out in the bar. “The answer is, yes, sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” she pipped then added, “Yes, Sir, I want to know why you like these better.”
Oh, she could be taught. I had no plans of telling her the real reason, that they reminded me of Suzy. I had another thought. Taking the top of them, I yanked them, tugging them between her ass crack like a thong. She wasn’t wiggling now, she was writhing. I imagined she creamed these drawers. Her bare cheeks exposed, I planned to leave my mark, but I wasn’t finished playing. “Suzy, tell me why you were wearing these today?”
“Too look sexy,” she confessed.
“For who, Suzy? Who did you plan on letting see your panties?” I struck a bare cheek and then clutched it, feeling the heat I’d created. I loved how it felt against my hand.
“Bones, I’m married,” the woman reminded me.
Not giving a damn, I slapped her ass as hard as I could. Lifted my hand to see the red mark.
She cried out, correcting herself. “I’m married, sir.”
“I don't believe that. You don’t even wear a ring.” I hit softly again.
Slap.
“You know I don’t make tips if I wear my ring to work.”
Hard again, I let her ass have it.
The waitress yipped in pain.
“Suzy, who were you wearing these panties for?”
“No one, Sir, I swear.” Her voice screamed, she didn’t want to get hit again.
