Emily was amazed at just how quickly everything had conspired together, as if the result for her entire world was to land her, bottom blazing once more, into this corner. With a short sniffle she allowed the events from the evening to replay in her mind.
Although she had planned to behave very well at dinner, it seemed as though it were no time at all before she was reminded to not slouch…sit up straight…although she had planned to be a very “good” girl, it sure wasn’t working out the way she had meant for it to. Besides, being “good” all the time was very hard work, not to mention, it wasn’t very much fun at all. Before long, Emily was getting restless, and then she was openly trying to find ways to misbehave, but she didn’t want to overtly misbehave. Oh no, it had to be something that could be explained away with an alternate answer. Little Emily decided that if she just wasn’t capable of being good, she was going to at least have a little fun with her companion for the evening. She knew already that there was no way she was going to escape the “goodies” in Henry’s mysterious bag, so why not work on making the reasons a little easier for him to find?
So with a heavy sigh, she sat her elbow on the edge of the table, noting with an inward grin that she had managed to get the attention of her dinner companion, although he said nothing, she saw that he looked very pointedly at her elbow…but no ‘real’ response, other than his hazel eyes locking with her bright green ones…so, very deliberately, she slouched over and put her chin on the palm of her hand, grinning a half-wicked grin, daring a response in the busy restaurant.
Looking as though he were caught exactly between stunned and amused (and perhaps a little disapproving…) her guardian opened his mouth to speak, but before he got the first word (which she would have sworn was going to be Young Lady…) out of his mouth, the waitress approached to set down the bread, which looked wonderful and smelled even better. Emily straightened her posture to allow for room on the table for the loaf, served on a thick board which resembled a cheese board.
“Thank You” he said pleasantly to the waitress, who seemed oblivious to the fact that she had interrupted what was becoming a bit of a showdown, nodding towards her customer and making her way around to the kitchen once more. Emily’s eyes followed her for a moment and then returned to the pair of eyes that was waiting on her, seated directly across the table. Henry smiled most pleasantly and stood up, making a polite excuse that he needed to seek the men’s room for a moment. As he made his way towards his destination, Emily’s attention returned to the bread, more precisely, to the board that the bread was served upon. She mused that the shape of it very much resembled a paddle, and that such a thing would definitely have a bite to it. As she concentrated on what a few swats from a thick paddle like this would feel like, she began to feel the warmth growing again in places that she really would rather it didn’t. Squirming a bit to try to relieve the growing pressure did nothing but aggravate it. Damn. She was not going to have to give any reason to earn a punishment, her body was going to see to that all on its own. Knowing that it would be very embarrassing to have him witness the degree of her “excitement” did nothing to make her less “excited”. Emily was very sure it was making the situation worse.
What if he had a paddle like this one in his bag?
What did he have in there, anyway?
She began to think that perhaps she should try a bit harder to behave, since she really wasn’t sure what all was really possible in terms of punishment. Perhaps it would not be very wise to push too awful much…Little Emily was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she did not realize that Henry had managed to return without her notice and was presently standing just behind her.
“So,” a voice whispered in her ear, close enough for her to feel his breath hot against her neck “you have are thinking it might be fun to try pushing your luck a little this evening, darling?”
Emily tried not to jump when he had caught her so off guard…not to mention, the whispering in her ear! Oh, she was definitely going to have a problem when he did get around to checking those panties, and she had absolutely no doubt that he would be checking them…
“Y-y-yess….Nnnoo…well, maybe just a little?” she offered quietly, stammering and stumbling over her words a little more than she would like to. “but, I promise, I will behave now. I want to be good.” she added.
“That is nice to know,” he whispered, leaning over a bit, getting very, very close to her and still standing in just the place where she couldn’t really see him without turning her head and being uncomfortably close to him…Did he just drop something in her purse? She was almost sure he did. He stood up and walked back around to his seat, grinning a bit as he sat down. “but,” he continued, folding his hands over each other and sitting them on the edge of the table, “you were being a bit defiant a few moments ago, weren’t you?”
She couldn’t help but blush. She had been, for sure, and what’s more, she had been all but daring him to call her on it. She snuck a look out of the corners of her eyes, wanting to know if anyone else was listening in on this very interesting conversation. She was almost sure that no one was any the wiser as she answered “yes sir” very quietly into her lap. This was not going as planned, she decided. It was so much better. Emily had to admit, even now she was very turned on by the idea that someone might be listening in.
“Well, we can’t have that, now, can we my dear?”
she shook her head, agreeing with him.
“What do you suppose we should do about this?” he asked, clearly enjoying having her on the spot like this. Damn. How was she supposed to answer that question in such a public place?!?
“I should be punished for it when we get to the room?” she offered, quickly and quietly as possible, hoping that was the right answer and that for the love of all that was good he would not make her repeat it!
“No,” he said shaking his head slowly, “well, yes, I mean” he added “you will be punished for it, but I think we should start that now” he said, leaning forward and looking her directly in the eye.
A vision of her bent over his knee in the restaurant, paddling her bare backside with the bread server came to her mind unbidden. No…no…she thought, he can’t mean that! Then a vision of her bent over the table, everyone watching her bad girl behind turning a deeper red with each swat of the paddle…in horror she realized that this was making her very very wet!
“Oh, please!” she said with quiet desperation, “you can’t spank me here!” she looked to make sure no one had heard her whispered plea. To her relief, they all seemed engrossed and completely unaware of her plight. “Please! I will behave I promise!”
Henry laughed, his eyes twinkling in the light from the incandescent bulb above them “Silly girl,” he said, “I certainly can’t do that here,” he continued “but we are going to begin your punishment here and now. It will be something that will remind you to continue to behave.” he said seriously. “Constantly.” He sat back for a moment and allowed his words to sink in for a moment.
Emily was at a loss, she couldn’t understand what he was getting at. If it wasn’t a spanking, what on earth could he do to punish her in the restaurant? As if he could see the wheels turning in her mind, he answered her unasked question with a quick nod of his head.
“Take your purse and go to the ladies room. Look inside. I think you will know what to do next.” He smiled at her, enjoying her torment for just a moment “and don’t be long. Your dinner will be here in just a few minutes, unless I miss my guess”
In the safety of the restroom stall, she opened her purse and gasped. He could not be serious.
In a restaurant??
She sat there on the toilet seat, holding a large plug. He must have had it hidden in his jacket pocket, just waiting for her to step out of line. Part of her was amazed that he knew her so well, part of her was irritated that he had planned for her to do exactly what she had done and she had fallen headfirst into his plans. She had no doubt that the plug was going to constantly have her attention, and from her experience with plugs in the past (which he was quite aware of) she knew that any hope of not soaking her panties was already lost.
As much as she wanted to challenge him, she also wanted him to be the stronger of the two of them. Although part of her hated to lose this battle, part of her was overjoyed that he had called her bluff and was dealing with her in such a way. The plug did leave her feeling very full, there was no way she was going to forget it was there. As he waited for her, holding her chair, Emily sat down very gingerly and when he scooted her towards the table the vibrations from the motion of chair leg on floor made her insides liquefy. Not squirming was simply not in the cards. This was going to be a long dinner.
And she was quite sure she wouldn’t be provoking any more discipline.
At least not yet.