I was picturing myself laying across his lap. My dress pulled up to my hips baring my naked ass. I could almost feel the sting of his hand on my flesh. Rupert must have noticed me grinning at the erotic images in my mind, because he raised an eyebrow at me. He gave me a questioning look that I was coming to understand, at too clearly. He was expecting me to explain what I was thinking at that moment.
"Spankings." I said simply with an impish grin directed at him.
"You want my hand to redden your ass?" Rupert whispered seductively to me which had me blushing slightly.
"I was just thinking about spankings. Well, more about the women who throw themselves at you, without knowing you. You could be abusive and want to beat them. Then the thought veered off into you spanking me and went downhill from there. Or would it be considered uphill? If I find it exciting and wouldn't mind you doing it to me." I asked him with a sweet smile. Shaking my head, I laughed at myself for having those thoughts. Sometimes it would be nice to get my brain to quiet down for just a little bit. Rupert was able to sit still and quiet like a statue. He rarely showed emotions, and never gave away what he was thinking. I sometimes wondered if he ever felt anything in social situations.
I survived them, but I always had this tiny bit of anxiety surrounding my new royal life. I was constantly worried about all the things that could go wrong. There were all the rules I had to remember, social etiquettes, and the mass of high society people I had to know. For instance, you're not allowed to punch tabloid reporters if they grope your ass. The one time, Rupert had caught my fist mid-swing and quickly escorted me out of the situation. He'd been amused at my natural reaction to a stranger trying to grab my ass, and had even been proud of me for defending my virtue. Even though, it wasn’t accepted as the proper response to the incident.
Then he had lectured me on not using my brain. He made me realize that if I had punched that guy, I would have given him a much juicer and inappropriate story to write about, not to mention, a much bigger nose. Instead I should have just walked away myself and let security handle it.
Rupert had a point, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. It would have felt good to punch the guy, just on principle. The only person I allowed to grope me was Rupert.
"We are here. Are you ready to go in?" Rupert asked me as the limo pulled in front of the night club and the door was opened by the driver.
"As much as I'll ever be." I told him and let them help me out of the car. I had to remember to walk slow and even in high heels, especially on uneven concrete. To be honest, I wished I could run around barefoot. I knew I had to wear the heels. Although deep down, I really was a barefoot running in grass kind of girl. I just couldn't let anyone know that. A princess didn't get grass stains on her skirt.
"You look beautiful tonight, if I haven't told you already." Rupert whispered in my ear as we walked past the line of people and straight into the club. The bouncer glanced at us and let us pass through the doors without a word. I suppose being royalty had its privileges. The club was clogged with smoke and the speakers seemed to be bursting with loud music. Rupert escorted me carefully to a back of the club where the private area was at. Entering the closed off V.I.P. area, we found a quieter table to sit at. I noticed the security guards stayed on the other side of the roped off area. I'd almost forgotten that we could never travel anywhere without a security team.
"Don't you ever get sick of those guys watching your every move?" I asked Rupert after he ordered us some drinks and the waitress left to get our order.
"Not really. When you're used to having them around, it is almost more odd when they aren’t around." Rupert smiled at her. "Although, as a teenager, I made a couple of attempts to escape them just to prove I could.” Falling into a story he started” One time I was at a diner. I went into a bathroom and climbed out the window. I went back to the font of the diner and sat back at the table. I was just finishing my meal when they came rushing back through the diner looking for me. I was laughing the whole time they took me back home. It was funny until they escorted me to my father’s library. My father wasn’t happy with me and proceeded to lecture me on my safety, and respecting my guards.” Rupert had a silly grin on his face while he talked. “I was truly a shit to my guards through most of my teen years. I felt they were keeping me from all the fun.” He shrugged off the memories and focused back on me.
"Well weren't you just a little scamp." I said laughing and put my hand on his knee under the table.
"Enjoy your drink, relax, let's dance a bit, and have fun tonight. Tomorrow we need to talk about our future. Tonight, I just want us to enjoy ourselves." Rupert told me and leaned over to press a quick kiss to my lips. His hand fondled my breast, which made my breath catch. I was worried about people seeing him grope me in public, but the V.I.P. area was closed off to most casual observers.