A gently scoff escapes my crimson painted lips.

“What? You don’t believe me?”

I respond with a calm but ice-fringed ‘No, I don’t believe you.’

“And that’s why, my dear, that I’ll just have to make you believe me.”

“Proof is in the pudding.”
Resting the rim of my drink upon my full bottom lip, I take a soft sip from its contents.. still eyeing him.

“I’ll be your bitch on two conditions…” I set my drink down lightly. A bit of condensation rolling off the edges into a puddle. A puddle which marked the time we had been talking rather than drinking, both of them almost completely full.

“Really? And what are these conditions?”

I feel the soft skin of his fingers gently gliding up my short denim skirt and onto the side of my hip. He grips the tender skin, pulling himself in closer to me.

His touch always sent me aching for more.

“One:” I push his hand out from my skirt.
“That little dick of yours better be a grower… and Two:”

His perfect smile flashes from underneath pink lips.. “And two?”

“Before we worry about two.. lets focus on one.”

My small hand reaches out towards his crotch which was in easy reach.. our legs intertwined underneath the bar top.

His hand grabs me by my thin wrist, “I watch you come into this bar every Friday night with your friends.. turning guys down, laughing in their face, making a mockery of any of chance they thought they had with you. You need to quit messing with little boys.. You need a man..”
Leaning into my side I feel him graze my ear with his lips;
A soft sensation rolling down my lower back from the caress.
“..to put you in your place.”

His dark gray eyes are fixated on me.
I feel vulnerable and weak;
And He can tell.
“So where do you want this spanking, you bad little girl? My place or yours? Or should I even give you the luxury of deciding?”

My green eyes stare at him trying to regain their hard outer appearance but for some reasons words can’t form upon my tongue. All I can think about his tall frame hovering over me.. making me his...

“Mine it is.”