“No arguments. No questions. You agreed to take the spanking, and you agreed to all of my conditions. Now is not the time to argue.” Alex leaned back in his chair. He was angry. “Take off your clothes now.”
“Please, Mr. Drummond!”
Alex withdrew a cell phone from his shirt pocket. “Both your parents and the police are on speed dial,” he said. Alex’s voice was low, and there wasn’t a hint of compassion in the words. “The longer you wait to take off your clothes, the more severe the spanking.”
Trembling, Natalie started to strip off her clothing. This was more than she expected, and yet she still pulled her tiny skirt down over her slim hips. Natalie stood shaking for a moment in the silver body stocking. Now that her dress was off, the faint outline of her panties and showed against the stocking.
“Get on with it, Natalie. Everything.”
“Mr. Drummond?” Natalie crossed her arms over her breasts and bowed her head.
“Get that body stocking off, now. Your bra and panties, too.” Alex set his lips tightly. “Sixty seconds, Natalie. That’s all the time you have to get the rest of your clothes off.”
Natalie jerked her head up and down as though it was strung on a puppet’s string. She pulled off the body stocking, and then straightened to unfasten her bra. This forced Natalie to arch her back as she reached one handed for the snap. Natalie was ashamed, and her entire body blushed as her bra fell to the floor. Alex’s eyes grew wide.
“Panties, too,” he said.
She had no choice at this point but to slip out of her panties as well. She dropped them to the floor alongside of her other clothes and tried as best as she could to cover her nudity. Alex licked his lips and stared at Natalie.
“Hands by your side,” he said.
She winced, knowing that she couldn’t disobey Alex without severe repercussions. This was it. Natalie knew it; the spanking that feared and wondered about was moments away. She dropped her hands to her sides, and then stood stiffly, as though she were a young soldier standing at attention.
Natalie was completely exposed.
Alex took his time and admired the young girl’s body. Natalie had slim hips and waist, and was blond with large breasts and dark nipples. She stood 5 foot 8 inches tall and had a flawless complexion. Natalie’s pubic thatch was a delightful triangle, well trimmed but generous. Alex turned his hungry gaze upon her face and smiled. “Beautiful,” he thought. “Clumsy, but beautiful.”
Alex shook himself free of his reverie. “Now then,” he said, leaning forward. “We need to come to an agreement about your punishment. I’ve already decided that you will lie across my lap, and I will spank you with my bare hand.” Alex ignored the girl’s sudden gasp of breath. “All we need to do at this point is decide how many times I will spank you. Do you understand me?”
Natalie no longer stood ramrod stiff, but she kept her hands pinned firmly to her sides. She was horrified! “You’re going to spank me,” she stammered. “With your hand?”
“Enough screwing around, Natalie.” Alex motioned her closer. “How many strokes do you think you deserve for being late to work yesterday?”
“I don’t know, Mr. Drummond.” Natalie took a step closer. She was trembling, but kept her hands by her sides. Her head was down, and she ventured a tentative number. “One?” she said, her voice rising.
Alex considered for a moment. “Yes,” he said. “I think one will do.” He motioned her closer still. “What about for dropping the plates at lunch time?”
Feeling bolder, Natalie spoke up quickly. “One more stroke?”
“Okay, okay,” Alex nodded. “Now,” he said, noting the girl’s slowing steps. “Last night, you dumped food on two of my best customers. How many strokes for that?”
Natalie recognized from Alex’s tone that he thought this was worse. “Two, Mr. Drummond?” She took another step closer.
Alex shook his head. “I think it should be three, so that’s what we’ll make it.” His smile was thin, and Alex motioned again. “And you were late to work this morning; how many strokes for that?”
Again Alex shook his head. “I’d already spoken to you about showing up late for work, so I think I’ll make it two for a second time around.” Then Alex voice dropped to a whisper as he pointed to the spot directly in front of his knees. “That just leaves the stealing,” he said, quietly. “How many do you think for that?”
A tremor shook Natalie’s body. She stepped forward to the spot that Alex designated. Her lips were trembling, and Natalie hugged her naked body. “Three?” she squeaked.
“I don’t think so,” Alex said, looking up at her face. “It’s much more serious, so let’s say five for the stealing.” He smiled and put his hands on his knees. “That’s an even dozen.”
“A dozen!” Tears streaked Natalie’s face as she thought of Alex’s hand on her bare bottom. “Please…” Her eyes met his, and she saw his determination. “Yes, sir.” she moaned.
“All right,” Alex said, and smiled broadly. He spread his knees apart and waved her over. “It’s time we got this started.” Alex licked his lips. “I want you to lie down on my lap.”
Natalie was suddenly aroused, as well as frightened. She realized that a deeper part of herself found her predicament tantalizing, and that despite her terror, she was wet and ready for Alex’s hand across her ass. This horrified Natalie, and she struggled to make sense of the situation. She stopped less than a half-a-step from Alex’s lap. She was trembling. She was frightened. And yet, she was hot; confusion held Natalie motionless.
Even as Natalie hesitated, Alex did not. He took the young waitress by her hand and quickly tipped her across his lap. “How beautiful,” he said as he stroked her smooth bottom with his free hand.
“Mr. Drummond, please,” Natalie gasped, her eyes wide as she tossed her mane of blond hair. But Natalie’s heart was pounding, and blood flooded her face even as moisture flooded her pussy. “My bottom,” Natalie gasped.
Looking down at her firm and shapely ass, Alex smiled. “Indeed it is,” he said.
He slapped her hard across both ass cheeks and Natalie squealed. It wasn’t a cry of pain or outrage, but something more — something primal that told Alex that even though she seemed terrified, Natalie somehow had enjoyed the sensation. Alex had spanked her hard, and a red hand print slowly appeared on Natalie’s perfect, white bottom.
“Tell me Natalie,” Alex said, licking his lips again. “When is the last time that you were spanked?”