“Do you like your salmon, baby?” I asked, taking a bite of my steak. She nodded.
“I’m glad,” I said, as I slipped my right shoe off. Thankfully, when the waitress sat us tonight, we were in the back of the restaurant in a booth, in a small little nook. No one was around us, which worked perfectly for what I had planned.
I reached my foot out and rubbed it against Juliana’s ankle. She jumped a tad in shock, but didn’t say anything.
“So, how was work today? What is everyone else doing for Valentine’s Day?” I asked, as my foot moved a little higher up her leg.
“Ummm… “ she started, a little frazzled as my foot reached her inner thigh. “My boss, he’s umm… taking his wife out to a candlelit dinner.”
“That sounds romantic. Did everyone like your flowers?” I asked, just as I moved my foot farther up, nudging her thighs until she spread them. I settled my foot right on her covered mound and applied a little pressure on her clit with my toes.
“Yes,” she gasped and then moaned.
“Are you sure something isn’t the matter, baby?” I asked as I applied little circles with my big toe on her clit.
“No. Did you ummm… like your presents?”
I paused what I was doing as I felt the pen in my shirt pocket and thought of the beautiful pictures and picture frames she had made for me. I had been shocked when I’d opened each present. I didn’t think she realized how special she made me feel. She had taken the time to make her pictures and picture frames, and she’d also remembered my habit of breaking pens. I would make sure to be extra careful to not break the one she got me.
“I loved everything. I’ll make sure to use my pen at work often, and those picture frames are going straight on my nightstand and desk.”
The smile that spread across her face warmed my heart.
“I’m glad you liked them,” she said as I began to tease her again with my foot.
Within minutes, her eyes were dilated, her face very flushed, and her breathing had started coming in little gasps. I knew that she was close, and I stopped rubbing her clit.
“I want you to listen to me, baby. You will eat four more bites of your salmon and then excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. We can finish what we started there.”
She looked at me for a minute and then nodded her head. I knew it was probably wrong of me, but I kept massaging her clit slightly. I wanted to keep her on edge, but not push her over it yet.
Once her four bites were eaten, she got up and excused herself to the bathroom. I had to hold back a laugh when our waitress asked her something, but Juliana just completely ignored her.
The waitress came over to our table and I ordered dessert and asked her to wrap up our entrees as I placed my shoe back on. Once the waitress left, I got up and followed Juliana into the bathroom. Before I entered, I quickly placed something on the door and then walked in.
“What are you doing in here?” she asked, holding her cell phone.
“I told you I was going to finish what we started,” I said as I pulled her into one of the bathroom cubicles.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Robert! You can’t be serious! We’re in a public place!” I whispered as my pussy gushed at the thought of us having sex in public.
“I’m very serious. I think you like the idea too and are just embarrassed to admit it.”
I shook my head. As much as I might have wanted it, what if someone heard us?
“Give me your panties.”
“Excuse me?”
“I know that you heard me. Give me your panties or else I will give you a spanking right now.”
His voice brooked no rooms for argument. So with his help, I slide my panties down from under my dress and handed them to him.
“Juliana, these are soaking wet.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You lied to me.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, casting my eyes downward.
“For lying to me, you are going to be getting a spanking and then we are going to have sex, right here,” he said, lifting my chin.
“Someone will hear us!”
“Then you better keep quiet so no one does. Now, I want you to face the toilet and lean your arms against the wall behind it.”
I did as I was told, not wanting to push my luck.
“Tell me, why you’re getting this spanking?” he asked as he lifted my dress.
“I’m getting spanked because I lied to you.”
“Yes, and remember that lying to me will always result in a spanking.” He rubbed my bottom, sending shivers through my body.
Smack! “You will—listen to me!” His smacks rained down on my bottom. He never hit the same place twice. The spanking stung, but not badly yet. I knew that would change soon.