Dinner Date

 

 

 

Mark’s phone call came unexpected.  Today was Friday and tomorrow was Saturday.  For years, Saturdays in October were for one thing – football.  He asked if I wanted to go out for a quick dinner on Saturday night and I quickly agreed.  With the kids, it is difficult to find much time alone and I was grateful for the chance to spend a quite dinner together. 

            On Saturday morning, I found a note taped to my mirror.  His instructions were simple.  “Please wear a skirt and a long-sleeved sweater.  Your under ware should be the same color as the sweater.  Oh, almost forgot, and an old bra.  See you at 5pm.”  “That’s strange”, I thought.  I expected the skirt as he has always liked to look at my legs.  A sweater would be appropriate since it is winter, even in Florida.  However, an old bra?  What’s the point?  I have many new sexy bras; why would I want to wear and old one?  I went shopping that morning.  If I was going to wear something old, I might as well wear something new and this was certainly a good excuse to buy a new sweater..  But I couldn’t stop thinking about the “old bra” statement.  What were we going to do?  Go to a 60’s bra burning party?  I couldn’t wait for our dinner date.

            Mark knew Ellen was dying of curiosity.  He loved knowing she was spending the day getting ready for him.  During the football Saturday, he watched the clock more than the teams playing football.  If things went as he had planned, he would be the one doing the tackling tonight.

            Ellen looked beautiful.  Her tan corduroy skirt wasn’t too short or too long.  The red sweater matched her lipstick and her green eyes danced in anticipation.  Without delay, they were out the door and on their way to their favorite restaurant. 

            Soon after they were out of the neighborhood and on the main road leading to the restaurant, Mark said, “Don’t sit on your skirt.  I want your ass on my leather seats.”  Ellen was caught off guard by the statement.  She said, “I had no idea we were playing.”  Mark didn’t smile.  He didn’t even look in her direction when he said, “I’m not playing and I still don’t see your bare ass on the seat.”  Ellen was startled but quickly complied.  Inside, the butterflies in her stomach told her she was in for a very special evening. 

            The rest of the drive, Mark listened to the game on the radio and talked about how a bad call had changed the whole game.  Shortly before they arrived at the restaurant, Mark turned off the radio.  He said to Ellen, “Once we are out of the car you are to address me only as Sir.  You will be polite and respectful to everyone.  I expect to hear a lot of yes ma’ams and yes sirs.  Do you understand?”  Ellen couldn’t help but giggle when she said, “yes Sir”.  “You will eat what I order for you, drink what I order and follow my wishes immediately without question.  You understand, don’t you?” Mark asked..  When Ellen said, “yea, I understand:” Mark’s reaction nearly caused him to miss the turn into the parking lot.  When the car stopped, Ellen waited on Mark to get out of the car and open her door.  She stood and walked comfortable with her hand in his.  When they reached the door, Mark stopped and whispered in her ear, “Tonight is supposed to be fun but that doesn’t mean you will not pay dearly if you cannot follow directions.”

            The restaurant had just opened and they were seated in a booth.  Mark had sat on the same side of the table as Ellen so that they could both see the television.  However, Mark had other reasons for his seat selection and she would soon find out just what that reason was.

            The waitress was tall, blonde and maybe 21 at best.  Ellen’s blood boiled as the girl looked into Mark’s eyes and explained the special of the day as if it was a gift from heaven.  Mark listened intently, giving her his full attention before ordering.  He ordered drinks and dinner for Ellen and himself.  They sat together, watched the game, laughed, talked and enjoyed their time.  When the food came, Ellen realized he had not ordered her favorite food.  This was her favorite restaurant and she got the same meal each time.  “He knows that”, she fumed.  She didn’t complain but the look she gave him was worth more than 1000 words. 

            Before she could take the first bite, out of nowhere, Mark had a handcuff that velcroed shut.  It had a small clip attached.  From her left side where Mark was sitting, he attached the cuff to her left wrist and attached the clip to the belt loop on her skirt.  Discretely, he pulled Ellen’s sweater sleeve over the handcuff.  Ellen was and always has been left handed, except for tonight.

            Ellen was stunned.  How could she eat left handed?  How could he do this to her in a restaurant, especially one they had dinner at often?  Mark had already started eating his meal He sat close to Ellen so that it would not be obvious to a passerby that her hand was trapped.  It looked as if she was keeping it politely in her lap.  Ellen’s first thought was, “I don’t’ mind being polite but why not the other hand?”  Her second thought was that she could feel her thong panties getting damp.  She loved it when Mark surprised her like this – after it was over, that is.

            Eating wasn’t that difficult.  Her appetite for food had been replaced by her appetite for Mark’s touch.  Her mind drifted to the night before when he had handcuffed her to the bed.  Her left hand chained to the bed rail on HIS side of the bed.  She had no choice but to sleep snuggled up against him with her arm across his body.  Sometime in the night, she had been awakened by the feel of his hard cock in her hand.  Mark was never satisfied with a hand job – no he wanted her sweet lips wrapped around his cock and with that, he knew it wouldn’t be long until the cum exploded.  He pulled his cock from her throat and let the hot, sticky juice cover her face.  He almost felt guilty for feeling so good and leaving her high and dry but he loved her this way – his.  Smiling, he fell back to sleep thinking of the cum dripping from her chin and drying on her face. 

            Ellen was quickly drawn back into reality when she felt him unhook the handcuff and release her left hand.  He put his arm around her and whispered into her ear.  “Ellen, go into the bathroom and take off your panties.  Bring them back and put them in my coat pocket.  I will be paying the bill.”  Without another word, Mark got up so Ellen could slide out of the booth.  She stole a quick kiss as she left for the bathroom.  By the time she reached the stall where she quickly took her panties off, they were soaking wet.  “What does he have in mind?” she thought.  Ellen returned to the table; however, Mark had paid the bill and was ready to go.

            They hurried their steps to rush out of the cold but the chill in the air felt like ice cubes to Ellen’s hot, wet pussy.  Mark kept on hand in his pocket – rubbing the wet silk panties between his fingers.  After opening the door for her, he stuck his fingers in her mouth letting her taste her pussy juice on his hands. 

            Mark got into the car and started to pull from the parking lot.  Suddenly, he made a sharp turn toward an empty section of the lot and parked the car again, putting the gear in park but not turning off the engine.  Ellen asked, “What are you doing?”  Mark’s look pierced her as his deep brown eyes glared.  As he reached down under his seat for something he said, “Pull up your sweater above your tits.”  “Hey, what are you doing?” Ellen cried out.  “I told you to put your bare ass on the seat.  You forget so quickly.  I am cutting holes in your bra so that your nipples are exposed.  I could make you take it off but I would rather just see you wearing a torn up bra that isn’t doing its job”.  With that, he laughed.  Although he was careful not to cut her, it didn’t take long for him to cut a 2 inch diameter hole out of each side.  Ellen’s nipples were hard as a rock and the thin sweater did nothing to hide her excitement.  She was humiliated but she moved quickly to raise her skirt so that her ass was on the seat.  He knew she always felt better, felt sexier in pretty, soft under garments.  Now, she sat there in something that wasn’t fit for the thrift shop.

            Without further discussion, Mark put the car in drive and proceeded in the direction of their house.  It was killing him to ignore the fact that when she pulled her skirt up in the back, it also went up in the front, exposing her pussy.  Even in the moonlight he could see the wetness and her throbbing clit.  He did the best he could to maintain control knowing he would get his reward in the end.  Again, without warning he made a detour.  Ellen tried to recognize the area but had no idea where they were going.  “Hopefully, he doesn’t think I’m going into some bar for an after-dinner drink or a store dressed like this.”  But when the car stopped, they were not at a bar or a store.  They were simply in a deserted parking lot – on an upper floor of a parking deck.  She didn’t recognize the building and wondered why they were here.  Mark had backed into the parking spot.  When he opened her door, she could see they were in a parking structure, parked on the very end so that she could look over the concrete wall at the city below. 

            “It’s pretty, isn’t it?” she said.  Mark only grunted, “yea, its pretty” and without ceremony turned her toward the wall and pushed her toward it.  “Put your hands on the wall.  Step back with both feet – your feet are too close to the wall.  Now, spread your legs.  “Mark, what’s this for?  Are you going to spank me like this?  Why?” 

            Mark laughed.  “Well, let me count the reasons.  You forgot to call me Sir about 5 times.  You didn’t say thank you to the waitress when she brought you more water.  And, when you got up to go to the bathroom, you didn’t even say excuse me.  How many more reasons do you want?”  Ellen didn’t say a word.  She didn’t want to remind him of her “what the hell” outburst when he starting cutting on her bra.  She just stood there, frozen- from the cold and from the situation. 

            Mark said, “I promised you would pay for misbehaving so you have to pay.  I would much rather be home now making love to you but a promise is a promise.  I think two strokes for each discretion is only fair.  Let’s see, two times uh… seven, that’s 14.”  Mark turned to get something from his car and Ellen tried to see what it was without turning around.  She knew from experience that turning around would be a very bad idea.  Quickly, Mark found what he was looking for – an ordinary 12 inch wooden elementary school ruler.  “Ellen, spread your legs.  Don’t make me tell you again.”  Slowly, Ellen spread her legs then she felt a sting on the inside of her thigh.  “I said to spread your legs”, Mark said.  This time, she wasted no time and hoped he was satisfied.

            Ouch!  The first strike was completely unannounced.  It landed right on her ass.  Taking a deep breath, Ellen said, “thank you sir”, as he had taught her months before.  The second one landed directly on the red stripe made by the first.  “Thank you sir”, she said again and again.  The third and fourth blows hit that sweet spot, the area between the butt and the thigh.  As sweat dripped from Ellen’s brow, she thought nothing could hurt more than that one little spot.  The next four alternated between the back of her thighs, two swats each.  Mark laughed as he said, “guess you won’t be wearing shorts for a day or two.”  The last four found her ass, both hips and somehow inside her left thigh.  Ellen could hardly breathe and hardly recognized it was over.  In the meantime, her pussy throbbed, her clit swollen with desire.  Mark pulled her up and hugged her.  Just as quickly as this began, he helped her in the car and they left for home.  Ellen, even in her altered state of mind, remembered to raise her skirt so that her sore, red ass rubbed uncomfortably against the leather seat. 

            Mark turned on the radio and listened to the scores and made small talk.  He even recognized she had raised her skirt without being reminded and said, “Well, I guess we accomplished something tonight.  Your memory is much better”,

            When they arrived home, he told her to go into their room; he would put the kids to bed.  They had stayed home alone as the entire dinner outing was less than 2 hours.  He told her to take off her sweater and shoes and wait for him.  She was not to sit or lay on any of the furniture.  If she wanted to sit down, he wanted her bare ass on the carpet.  Right before they walked into the door, he said, “don’t forget your collar and handcuffs".  Oh, I want ankle cuffs on you too.”

            Ellen walked quickly into their room and heard Mark explaining to the kids that she had a headache.  “Headache, hell”, Ellen thought.  “My ass is on fire and my pussy aches to be fucked.  My head is fine!”  There she stood, waiting.  Without the sweater, her bra cut to expose her nipples looked and felt strangely out of place.  She wanted to take off the skirt so she could see what kind of damage had been done to her backside but remembered he had said sweater and shoes only.  She easily found the collar and handcuffs.  However, she had to dig in the toy box for ankle cuffs and ouch, when she squatted, the corduroy material scratched her stripped ass.  She found them and sat on the floor to put them on.  Quickly she realized that was a mistake.  The carpet wasn’t much better than the corduroy!  Ellen just stood and waited and waited. 

            After what seemed like forever, Mark came into the room.  Inquisitively he looked at her and exclaimed, “Now I know what missing…. Where is the bondage belt?”  Ellen knew better than answer.  This was the most restrictive toy they used.  She never touched it.  He put it on her – he took it off.  This was his way of saying he was in total control.  After buckling the belt he guided her toward the end of the bed.  There, he used the clips and the quick ties to secure her ankles to the bottom legs of the bedside stool.  He hooked her hands to the footboard of the bed and finally, secured the two large rings on the belt to each side of the rails on the top of the stool. 

            It didn’t take Ellen long to realize she was standing, bent over at the waist, with her hot, red ass sticking up.  She couldn’t move her hands or even raise her midsection.  She was in the “I want to fuck your ass” position until he decided to let her go.  Go!  “Where are you going?” she screamed.  Again, Mark laughed and said, “Quite my little slut.  I have a few more things to do.  I’ll be back for you later.”  Then, he walked out of the room and shut the door.

            As Ellen stood there, if you could call her position standing, her legs and arms began to get tired but she could do nothing to relieve the pain.  She was facing the bed and there was absolutely nothing to even look at to occupy her time.  The clock had been moved.  It felt like she had been there for hours but she really couldn’t tell.  What she did know is that her pussy was dripping – juice wetting her cunt and damping her legs.  She had nothing to do but feel – feel the pain – feel the wetness – feel the heat from her sex.

            After what seemed like days, Mark opened the door and locked it behind him.  He was noisy turning off lights, turning on some music and taking his dear, sweet time.  Ellen wanted more than anything to tell him to hurry the fuck up but experience told her she was better off keeping quite.

            Startled, she felt the coldness of the lubricant and the fullness of Mark’s fingers in her ass.  She knew this was just foreplay and before long, his would force his cock into her well.  He played with her hole and rimmed it with his fingers.  His hands wandered down the inside of her thighs getting oh so near but never touching her cunt.  She tried moving so that her clit would rub against his hand but he moved.

            Finally, Mark said, “Beg me to fuck your ass, slut.”  Ellen couldn’t think.  She had been on the brink of sexual release for nearly 24 hours.  In a few seconds, she composed herself.  It began as a polite request to stick his cock in her ass and ended with her begging him to ram his cock in her asshole and fuck her all night long.  Mark could wait no longer.   He loved Ellen.  Just thinking about her wet pussy made his cock hard and painful.  He grabbed her hair with both hands for something to hold onto and because he hated it when she put her head down.  He pulled back on her hair and slowly pushed his cock in her ass.  When her muscles had released to accept all of him, he fucked her.  Mark loved to watch his cock go in and out of her ass.  He loved hear her muffled screams.  The screams of pain were a definite sexual turn-on.  The screams of passion fueled the love in his heart.  He could still feel the heat radiating from her backside.  This spanking would be one she wouldn’t forget for a long time and just think; it just took a 50 cent ruler!

            With four or five pounding thrusts, Mark unloaded a day’s worth of cum into her sweat ass.  The cum had filled his cock and balls as he watched his wife prepare for him, accept his total control, submit her body for his pleasure, regardless of the pain and then wait patiently for him to fuck her asshole.  He was in heaven!

            Mark unhooked Ellen from the stool and footboard but left the cuffs and belt on.  He lay on the bed and pulled her close to him, holding her nearly as tightly as she had been bound.  Ellen could not lye still.  Her pussy was still dripping – still waiting to be released from its slow brew.   Ellen tried to excite Mark’s body even though he didn’t act very interested.  She knew she could touch him in ways that made him want to be touched even more.  She knew he couldn’t resist fucking her. 

Mark knew that too.  But, tonight was his and his little slut would just have to wait.  He took a couple of clips and fastened her wrists to her belt pulled her close and fell asleep.  For hours, Ellen laid still not wanting to wake him although her blood was boiling and see needed to cum.  Eventually, she fell asleep.

When she awoke Sunday morning, she could feel Mark’s eyes watching her.  He had awakened nearly an hour ago but had enjoyed watching her sleep – happily bound by his hand – collared – his.  Ellen looked into Mark’s eyes and said, “Sir, I need to cum, please.”  Mark could no longer resist.  He climbed on top of her and shoved his rock hard cock in her wet pussy.  Nothing in the last 24 hours had felt this good – nothing in his life had felt this good.  As her body shook with one orgasm after another, he unloaded his heat into her cunt.  They lay there in each other’s arms, holding each other for another hour and then the reality of a new day began.