Sarah and I were waiting outside la Madeleine, knowing that anna was about to turn into the driveway—she had called us for directions when she was a few blocks away. Was it the blue chevy? Not with a man driving. The Explorer? … no, we doubted that anna would be bringing five teenagers with her. Then an SUV turned into the lot, pulled into a space, and a young lady with a lively step emerged. She was wearing a black blouse with a light sweater, a black lacy skirt, and a dazzling smile. We could see that she was fun, fun, fun.
“That’s got to be anna!” I said to Sarah.
“Whether or not she’s anna, let’s keep her!” replied Sarah.
Fortunately, it was anna. We each gave her a hug and headed into the restaurant. This was our first meeting, and as usual, we wanted a chance to chat in neutral territory before we went on to Palm House for some spanking fun. This is the last opportunity for all concerned to make sure that the chemistry feels as good in person as it did in e-mail and over the phone. At the end of the meal, we ask the question: Does she want to come to the Palm House to be spanked by us?
We got in line, picked up soup and salad, and headed to a table in the corner. We chatted about her long drive, our work, our families, and anna seemed as comfortable as Sarah and I felt. It was time to start the fun. We turned the topic to spanking—the reason for her visit.
I moved across the table to sit next to anna. Her sweater was on her lap. As discreetly as I could manage, I worked my hand under her sweater and under her skirt. She was not wearing panties, and my fingers soon found her wet pussy. My fingers probed and soon found metal—anna has a clit ring. As my fingers stroked the wet folds of her pussy, I reminded her that Sarah and I were going to spank her. anna moaned and her fork drifted down to her plate. Sarah leaned across the table and whispered that the spanking was going to hurt.
I reminded anna of the only rule—that she must get permission before she cums. I continued to masturbate her as I told her, step by step, how we were going to take her to Palm House, bare her ass, and give her a long, hard spanking. Her eyes lost focus and her breathing became ragged; before long, she asked me for permission to cum. I told her to go right ahead.
Climaxing in a fine dining establishment is easy if it’s evening, the lights are dim, and you’re deep in a corner booth. This was lunchtime in a brightly lit restaurant, within six feet of three other tables. As anna shuddered, I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, doing my best to give the impression that I was comforting her while she remembered a difficult emotional experience.
It was good.
We picked up our utensils, finished our lunch, and then it was time for the big question. Did she want to come to Palm House and be spanked by us?
Yes, she did.
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