PART ONE i – The Third Date

  His marks had turned into a bruised butt. What I would have described st night as a well marked ass? The marks had turned into bruise lines. In the centers, the bruise lines had teamed up to make bigger bruises. If swatting was the drinking the night before, this was the hangover.

  "Here, look again. See the marks on your upper legs?"

  "Hmm. I know. You picked that one switch to be your favorite."

  "I'm learning quick. Marks and tears, and you can still sit down, maybe. I need something, you know. You can't get shit done with your hand."

  "Hmm. Your hand really works after you did that, though."

  I remembered. It was intoxicating, to smack an already marked up butt, and get results from every hand swat. It had made me feel powerful. He looked at me, and I was curious what he would say.

  "Do I have your permission, to… touch you?"

  "You're touching me now. You slept on me."

  "I was just checking. We still don't have clothes on. Figured it wouldn't hurt to run it by you, just in case. You said, you're in charge in bed."

  "Oh. What are you asking for. Probably all right."

  "I wanna run my hands over you. Its light out. I get to see your body. I like it. Am I allowed?"

  "You're asking my permission?"

  "Your body. Your rules. Tell me."

  "I want your hands on me. Sure."

  "What do you want?"

  I drew my legs up and pointed. Smiled. He smiled back, and lowered his gaze. He was blushing suddenly. Bad.

  "Oh, I forgot how bad you blush. You, are cute when you blush. Go on. I don't even need to tell you now, do I?"

  "No…"

  He slid down on the bnket, and grabbed my ankles gently. Put his face on my feet I had drawn together when I drew my feet up. He kissed them once, and waited.

  "Go on. I like it."

  "Thank you…"

  "You're welcome. I can't believe you're going to be this good to mommy."

  "Polite suggestions…"

  I sat there, and thank god he didn't look up at me. I was blushing bad. This, was pampering. It was also very intimate. My girlfriends weren't getting this. I was. I let him stay there a while. He thought, well honestly I don't know exactly what he thought. I just waited for my blush to fade slowly. Then I won't lie, a little more. When I spoke, I was afraid I'd blush, and I didn't want him to see.

  "Keep doing that. Don't stop, don't talk. I'll tell you when to look up. I'll do the talking."

  The kisses had little licks. Intoxicating.

  "Look. I wasn't ready for this much. You? Are a little too eager to please me. I was a little too eager to get pleased. Do you understand."

  I wasn't using the speech voice. I was talking warm and soft.

  "Yes."

  "I got everything I wanted st night. I want to reward you now. Do you want pleased?"

  "Yes."

  "Then kiss, and lick, your way up here and take it. There's no point to punishment, and learning to behave… if you don't get rewarded for it."

  I had to stop him from yet another licking on his way up.

  "You did that enough st night. Keep coming up here…"

  "Now fuck me any way you want. I need to know what you like, too. If you want to give it to me soft and slow? I like that. But if you wanna stab me and hurt me, do it. Anything… you… want."

  He did both. First one, then the other. I id there under him, waiting for him to grow soft again. I could feel a racing heart from climax thudding, and it was slowing. His breathing would slow down over time as well. We both had the light sweat from exertion in the early morning sun. When he id next to me finally, I waited to speak to him.

  "That was nice. Thanks."

  "You're welcome."

  "Hmm. You, have been trying so hard to impress me, haven't you."

  "Yeah."

  "Just so you know, I'm trying very hard to impress you, too. I meant what I said. I'm not like the other girls. You don't have to keep trying to impress me, and jumping through hoops, trying to get somewhere. I'm already impressed. Or we wouldn't be here right now. Okay?"

  "Okay."

  "Great."

  A pause happened that wasn't awkward.

  "Remember my original pn, was to ride tops on you? But your poor butt. So…"

  He nodded. I could feel the nod on my shoulder where he id.

  "Well. Much like that. Part of my pn, was to take you out to eat. My treat. They do say, the way to a man's heart, is through his stomach."

  "There's another path too, you know. You already covered that one."

  I giggled, and it made his head jump.

  "Well, okay. I want both my bases covered. Problem is though… I don't think you sitting down for a big meal is going to feel very nice right now, is it?"

  I knew he was blushing.

  "I really don't know. We could try."

  "Hmm. I don't wanna get to the restaurant, and have the whole pce staring at me because you're crying."

  He ughed in my chest.

  "What?"

  "No, sorry. I was thinking about your… description of 1910 st night. Remember?"

  "Yeah…"

  "Well. I'm thinking of what happened to me, if I didn't finish my pte."

  We ughed together, that was humorous. I hadn't pnned on any "speech" talk right now, but I couldn't help it.

  "Hmm. Old school. Chewing with your mouth open, elbows on the table. Talking at the dinner table. Yeah… acting up, thought because you weren't at home, you could get away with murder, huh? Oh yeah. A little boy acts up like that, they get taken out to the back seat of the car, for a nice little discussion."

  "Hot… go on…"

  "Its obvious. Over mommy's p. In the back seat. Told you about having something in the car to deal with little problems like that. That's what the short, thick switch was for. Let the little boy know, that there was something under the seat that could handle such a situation. Then? You take them back in, and watch them squirm in their seat. Sore ass. Not to mention, you just wait till I get you home, mister. They get taken down to the barn, and get the big one used on them. Right on that sore ass, and you really give it to them good then. Because they already know not to do it, they're defying you thinking they can get away with it in public. You obviously have to teach them a real lesson, that they'll never forget."

  "Very hot. And you didn't even use your… speech voice."

  I ughed again, and he did too.

  "I don't need a switch right now. I can get spectacur results with just some light swats with my hand, huh."

  He buried his face in my neck and whispered into my neck.

  "I'm actually scared to get smacked now. Yeah… please don't. I promise I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say. I promise."

  I giggled.

  "That's hot too."

  I waited to see about it.

  "We have to do something. Let's go see if you can sit down."

  We walked to the car, to see. He could sit down, but… just in the sense he was technically sitting. He had to lower himself slowly, and sit just right. Fidgeting and squirming was clearly an issue. His face looked at me hopefully, but we both knew this wasn't a go.

  "Tell you what. Next weekend? We'll both be more ready. Now I know the long thin switch gets me what I want, and you can still get taken out to dinner. But this weekend? I got another pn. Did you see the little metal box thing in the trunk when you were in there?"

  "It was night time. Wouldn't have noticed."

  "Yeah. That's my little portable grill. I use it to make lunch for me and my girls, when we're out at the practice field all day. If I can't take you out for a steak, I can buy you one and make it for you here."

  "Really?"

  "Sure. Why not."

  "Oh. Okay. If you say so."

  "No. I think, I know what just went on. We're going to go over this, right now."

  "What."

  "This is like… finish it. Tell me what you were thinking. I think I know, but I wanna hear you say it. Why did you think it was weird I'd cook for you. I wanna hear it out of your mouth. Speak."

  "Uh. You know. Paying for dinner. Modern girl thing. But you never expect a girl to cook for you."

  "Yeah. I figured as much. Look. I wasn't taking you out to eat, to be a… modern girl. I was going to take you out, because I wanted to be nice. You think I'm a feminist? I'm not. I hate all that shit. I… think it'd be nice to cook for you, staying at my apartment. I told you, there's rewards for making mommy feel pretty."

  "Gorgeous."

  "Yeah. I can't very well smack your ass in the back seat, over my knee right now. Wouldn't fit in very well with the whole… I'm not a feminist thing, would it?"

  We both ughed. The whole thing was funny. I tousled his hair affectionately, sitting there, trying to sit for me.

  "Look. I know what I am, and I know you like it. But… I keep telling you. That ends in the bedroom. Yeah. I'm in charge there. Its what I want. Hell, its what I need. But, when our clothes are on, the rest of it? I'm not like that. I'm a regur girl, outside of the bedroom. Okay?"

  "What do you expect, outside of the bedroom then? Tell me how to make you happy."

  "Oh. Not hard. Just don't act like a jerk. I don't like being constantly interrupted. Talked over. Corrected. Okay, I know how that sounds, after st night's naughty time, but… I like you? Because you didn't do that shit on our first two dates. I'm a regur girl outside of the bed. Just use common sense. And yeah, I loved it when you pulled my chair out for me, and held doors open for me. I like being treated like a girl. Because I am."

  "Whatever you say."

  "Hmm. Even shopping. Lets get you something…"

  I held his hand and helped him up and out, and I folded up a bnket for him to sit on and try it out.

  "Better?"

  "Better. Thanks."

  "No problem. We can't go shopping naked though. Would… you like to dress me?"

  "Okay."

  "Come on…"

  I helped him out, and we went over to the bnket. I snapped my fingers and pointed. He was already coming though, from the moment he saw me sit down, draw my knees up, and put my feet together. I enjoyed a couple minutes of it, it never got old. Then, I handed him my socks. He put them on for me, as I held my feet out one at a time. I handed him my panties, and I stood up and he held them for me to step in, and he pulled them up and around me gingerly. He did the same thing with my jeans, and came up and put my shirt on for me. I hadn't pnned on it, but he went down and held my ankles one at a time, and put my jogging shoes on for me.

  "My turn…"

  I returned the favor. I dressed him as carefully as he had me.

  "See? Only in bed. Okay?"

  He nodded.

  We had to drive for a while, to get to something resembling a store. I had to watch potholes, because a bad bump made him wince. I felt bad, then not. He got what he asked for. He had wanted it. The fact that he had "got what he asked for" in that sense, was just the manner in which it came. That was a naughty thought, the compulsion visiting. You entertain it, another will come join its friend that didn't get kicked out. I got slightly uncomfortable myself, realizing I could pull over, take him in the back seat over my knee. That just my bare hand was temporarily powerful enough to reduce him to a screaming and crying mess, and in very short order, too. I could teach him any lesson at all, and it would be learned quick.

  The fact that I knew I couldn't do it without putting a job on his butt first with something in my hand to make it possible, didn't stop me from getting a little tingle. I squeezed in a couple bumps to enjoy the performance. I knew I couldn't ask about the back seat, or he'd try to impress me with it. So, I made do with secretly enjoying a bump or two. Old fashioned country store thing finally happened. The original convenience store.

  "So. Lets look around."

  We browsed aisles, and in a little country store there weren't a lot. They concentrated on the basics, and this was something more like the original corner store. You don't see these anymore, and you're lucky to find one nowadays. I expined to him how nostalgic this was. Tiny little deli across the back. One dispy case wide. One center aisle split the long, thin store. A double aisle with shelves on both sides. Shelves down both walls, too. Candy and quick stuff near the cash register in the front, where a sliding gss door had milk and orange juice competing against a little cold soda for space. Tiny freezer the same way.

  The older man at the register, said if we wanted anything out of the deli, we had to ask. I told him we would browse first, then I would get him. He told me to suit myself.

  I walked up and down every aisle slowly with him in tow. I had already teased him this morning. He asked me one too many times to go in on food, and I got tired of expining to him that it was my treat. I stopped at the hood of the car and pointed at it with a wink. When he bent over, I grabbed his wallet out of his back jeans pocket, and locked it in the trunk. Then we had set off.

  Now, when I asked him what he wanted? I realized he wasn't telling me what he wanted, he was telling me what he was used to.

  I gnced up front and we were at the far end. I didn't want to be the girl that was snapping at her boyfriend, let alone in public. I was taught as a toddler, you don't yell at a dog then wonder why it doesn't feel like being around you. Treats and sweet nothings, and the dog will follow you anywhere. I lowered my voice and touched his arm first, and politely lowered my voice.

  "Listen. My original pn? Was to take you out for a steak or something. So pretty please, with sugar on top… quit pointing at cans of soup. If I'm going to cook for you, I'm not impressing you very much if all I do is open a can of soup. Besides. That's not soup. That's… imitation soup. Now. You come stay with me? I'll show you what real soup is."

  "Sounds like bait."

  "It is. I intend to trap you there."

  I rubbed his shoulder, and pointed.

  "Meat. Steak?"

  "I eat steak. I also got hooked on pork."

  "Oh. You want pork chops?"

  He pointed at the pork steaks. Of course. These things came from big to bigger, depending on where you got them. These were pretty big. Naturally, he was used to cooking on a hot pte. I was sure of that. I knew what I had pnned to spend on two steaks eating out. Buying them at the store would be enough of a bargain.

  "Do you really like big pork steaks? Its not just a…"

  "Truth? Started out like that. When I left for the service, you could still get a twenty dolr New York strip at a steak house. By the time I got out 4 years ter? You're lucky to buy your own for that. But the st couple years…"

  I knew it, we all did. Food had skyrocketed since the st election.

  "Started out by looking at four or five big pork steaks… instead of one measly New York strip to take home. But I got hooked on the damn things. If you're asking me what I want, there you go."

  Christ. I could get several of these huge, thick things instead of the steaks.

  "All right. But I'm getting other stuff then."

  I waved the older guy back, and pointed at the deli case, and he waved and came back and got behind to wait on us.

  "Now what can I get you kids."

  "Thinking pork steaks. Worried about keeping them till we eat them."

  "You spend twenty bucks or better? I'll throw in a big bag of ice for nothing. Even throw them in a zip baggie so they don't get wet. Local teenagers used to get steaks, now they get pork steaks for cooking out. I'm used to it."

  "I'll beat your twenty. I'll take four of the big ones."

  "Anything else?"

  "We're doing a weekend picnic. I'm thinking."

  "Everyone likes the barbecue pack…"

  He pointed at a little handwritten note sign. Two pounds of ground meat, two pounds of bulk hot dogs, came with the buns and paper ptes and ketchup, too. Napkins and other stuff, like salt and pepper and cups.

  "And that."

  I looked at my date, correct that, my boyfriend. Smiled.

  "We're staying Sunday too."

  "Anything else."

  "I love the deviled eggs. Ooh! Pickled eggs. You eat pickled eggs? I'll get some extra."

  "Deviled eggs, I remember from home. Pickled eggs? No."

  "No you don't eat them, or no you don't know."

  He shrugged.

  "Give me two deviled eggs, and would you cut a pickled egg in two, please?""

  He passed them over in a little cardboard boat.

  "Open…"

  I shoved it in.

  "Chew."

  He nodded as I shoved my half in. Then, I put a deviled egg in his mouth before mine, and he nodded again.

  "I guess the big tray of deviled eggs, and… how do pickled eggs come. By the dozen, or…"

  "I usually fill up a zip bag, unless you only want a couple."

  "Okay."

  "Meet you up front."

  I got a case of cold drinks, and a little tub of real butter.

  I paid and the older guy asked if we were wandering in from the state park, and he idly pointed the other direction than we had come from.

  "No. I just wanted a picnic somewhere I wouldn't have parties and cars driving around. We're back that way."

  "Oh. Making use of the old mine property."

  "I didn't see any barns or houses or anything. Figured it wouldn't hurt anything."

  "No. Mines closed since before I had my first gray hairs. Just gas wells around up there now. You park out of sight of any of the trails, no one cares what you do."

  We went off. I now had extended my weekend third date, to cover Friday, Saturday, and now Sunday too. Now with the ice and extra food, I was thinking about Monday as well. I was already better than my normal self. Landing a boyfriend I liked, and getting fucked regurly probably would make their life easier. I hadn't even had my morning coffee, and I wasn't even cranky.

  I hit one or two bumps on the way back. On accident, of course. I couldn't help it, seeing him wince was cute.

  When we got back, I had him undress me slowly now that we were back. He reversed dressing me earlier, and ended up kissing the tops of my feet. I knelt in front of him, and did it back for him, minus only the kneeling and kissing at the end. I'm sexually dominant in bed, and those subtle cues go a long way.