Story #3 The Friday Night Special

Part 1

<Anna> When I get home from work, I immediately check the clock.
Ron wanted to 'meet' with me at 7 PM tonight to discuss why I was driving the
car when I have no insurance.
I'm not sure what to do, I really don't want to go to his house again if
it's going to be more than a discussion. And I have a feeling he wants it
to be a discussion...and another spanking. But maybe not, because he did
leave his 'special' bag here with me. Well, he can discuss it all he
wants...but that's it! There's no way I am carrying that bag down to his
house..
I open the closet door to get my jacket and look down and see the bag on the
closet floor...I have not looked in it the whole time it's been in
there..makes me too nervous to even think what he has in there. After
putting my jacket on, still staring at the bag, my curiosity finally gets
the best of me. I stoop down and open it up. I recognize a few things,
that strap, thick rulers, and quite an assortment of things I have never
ever seen before, and can only imagine what their use is! I shudder, and
quickly close the bag up tight, close the closet door, and decide I better
head on down to his house before he comes looking for me!

<Ron> As I look up at the clock its getting real close to 7, so I open the
door to look up the street to see whether Anna is on her way. Just as I am
about to close the door I catch the sound of a door slamming and look back
up the street. there I spot Anna heading this way.

<Anna> While I'm making my way to Ron's house, I decide to take a different
approach once I get there. I will try to steer the subject of me driving my
car away from him. Maybe he'll forget all about it then!
I get to his door, and he's waiting on the front step. I give him a big
smile and before he can say anything, I say, 'Hey, Ron, I haven't had any
dinner yet, what do you say we go out and get something to eat?
I'm starving!'

<Ron> " Anna that sounds like a great idea."

<Anna> "GREAT! let's go!"

<Ron> "But……. do you want your spanking before or after?"

<Anna> I think to myself,...well, so much for that!
"Ron, I'm sorry about that driving, and I haven't really driven anywhere
since, so, I think you should just forget the whole thing....No more
spankings! Now let's go eat!"

<Ron> "Anna you can't change the past and what I promised you. I am glad the
promise of this meeting has already had a positive effect but it wouldn't
have if you thought you were not going to get a spanking for driving already
and didn't want to compound it by driving again. now that we are set for a
dinner date you still didn't answer my question . so lets go inside and get
more comfortable till your ready. it's kind of cool out here without a
jacket."

<Anna> Now I suddenly lost my appetite, I don't think he is going to let me
off at all, not even after my dinner offer.
I don't want to, but I go inside with Ron, as he guides me in front of him.
I stand there and wait to see what's going to happen now.
I think it won't be too bad, especially since that bag of his is still at my
house. I bet he doesn't realize it's still there.....and I'm not going to
tell him!

<Ron> As Anna walks by and sits on the couch, I decide that I will give her
a little time to make up her mind whether a spanking before or after is
preferred. neither I guess are a good choice as I think about it . "After"
means waiting through the whole dinner knowing I am going to smack her
bottom afterwards when we get home.
"Before" means going to dinner and having to sit there on a spanked
bottom. That would be tough too and tough not to be noticed by others. She
can't exactly ask for a pillow or a seat cushion. Hmmmmm.
I offer Anna a quick drink and disappear. When I come back with the special
brew of ice tea imported especially by me for her as I know she likes ice
tea so much, I ask Anna "have you decided what you want to do regarding the
timing of your spanking?"

<Anna> I take a drink of the iced tea, and notice it's my favorite kind, and
wonder how he remembered it. I look up and give him a little smile and say
thanks. Then I keep my eyes lowed and stare into the glass, while trying to
decide what to do about this spanking.
Finally I have my decision, and tell Ron, 'Forget the dinner, I'm not that
hungry after all.'

<Ron> I look at Anna firmly "that wasn't one of the choices, so if you want
to rethink it before I decide a good method that will help stimulate your
decision to the right question, I'll give you a minute." I walk over and
pick up a hairbrush from the table and casually brush my hair with it but
bouncing its flat surface against my hand as well.

<Anna> When I see the way he looked at me, I know I better give him an
answer about dinner, but then when he picks up that hairbrush and starts
smacking his hand with it, it kind of gives me the chills...thinking he
really means for it to be landing somewhere else, so without thinking, I
shout out, "Okay, Okay, let's go eat now!"
I get up from the couch, and head for the front door.

<Ron> "Okay Anna I am glad you suddenly had a clear vision of your choices."
I accompany Anna towards the door and shove the big hairbrush in my pocket,
then open the door for Anna. I suggest we just walk up to the new restaurant
near by. "I hear they have a special tonight. Rump Roast, I believe, with
some special servings on the house."

<Anna> As we walk out the door, I couldn't help but notice Ron putting that
hairbrush in his pocket. Now just what does he think he's gonna do with
that? hmmmmm
Well, we stop at my house so I can get my jacket too, as it's getting a
little chilly with the night air upon us. I tell Ron to wait and I run in
and grab my jacket. I ignore the comment about Rump Roast being served
there tonight.

<Ron> As I wait for Anna to get her jacket, I mull over the new restaurant
menu and try to recall what the menu actually said. I just noticed the place
had opened up this week.

<Anna> We get to the restaurant, and are shown to a table, the menus are
given and we read them and decide what to order. I'm thinking I should get
something that will take a real long time to make, but don't really see
anything that would take about a week to cook! So, I just wait to see what
Ron orders, I still don't really have any appetite now, thinking about what
might happen when we leave here.

<Ron> The waitress returns after leaving the menu and ask me if I am ready to order, but I ask her to describe the specials for us. When she get to the rump roast I notice that a slight blush
forms on her face as she stumbles quietly through the word and seem to
reach back automatically to her bottom without realizing it.

<Ron> I immediately ask for the rump roast and smile.

<Waitress> "How would like it done, sir?"

<Ron> Well I laugh slightly out loud, unable to control what my mind would like to say, but I go on, after a pause and a huge blush on the waitress' face, and say "well done please."  "Does that come with hot buns", I ask as an afterthought. Anna looks at me, as she is reading my thoughts I'm sure, and wants the waitress to get on with her order. The waitress blushes even more and stares at the floor. I know there is more than meets the eye to her reaction.

<Anna> I can't believe Ron is talking like this to the poor waitress. I
know exactly what he means ..rump roast and hot buns!
But why is she acting so strange and how come her hands went back to her
bottom at the mention of rump roast?
I wonder if she knows Ron, and I wonder if he has spanked her too.
Hmmm.
I can't help it and before I can stop myself, I lean over and whisper to
Ron, 'Why is she acting like she knows what you are referring to...have you
spanked her too?'

<Ron> "Well Anna she use to work at another restaurant and one night when I
was there she messed up my order. When she returned with the right food she spilled it on me.
The cook was furious and wanted her fired immediately but as I was cleaning
myself off, I took him aside and suggested an alternative method that would
appease all and let her keep her job. Well I don't know how much you want
to hear," as I continue to whisper in her ear, "but it would be easier to tell
you while I am not whispering in your ear with the waitress standing here."

<Anna> I look at Ron, not even able to look at our waitress any more,
knowing what must have happened to her. I really do want to know all the
details, but am afraid to ask.
So, I just tell him to hurry up and order. I tell the waitress I will have
the same...whatever he wanted, order me the same.

<Ron> I tell the waitress mmmmm "I think your name was Barbara, wasn't it?",
she looks completely to the floor, now knowing for sure I recognized her and
probably remember all the other details.
"Yes we'll both have the rump roast and be careful this time with our
order", I add.

<Anna> This is awful! I never should have suggested dinner. I just want to
get out of here and go home. I am so embarrassed!
Well, finally the poor waitress leaves and there we sit, me not wanting to
even look at Ron, just the thought that once we leave here, he is going to
want to spank me still, well, I will be glad once we're out of this place.
I hope the waitress doesn't spill anything on him, I will feel awful for her
if she does.
Barbara the waitress now returns with our drinks. Iced tea again for both.
She is real careful as she sets them down in front of us.
I should have ordered something a lot stronger, this I fear is gonna be a
long night!

<Ron> "Anna, relax for a minute or two. You are shaking your drink and may
spill it . Just relax and if you don't," I point to the hairbrush in my
pocket, just as Barbara returns with the hot buns.

<Anna> When Barbara returns with the buns, I ask her for a different drink,
"A glass full of whiskey and water sounds real good to me right now." Before Ron can say anything more, she leaves and gets my drink.
Feeling brave now, I say to Ron, "You wouldn't dare take that hairbrush out
of your pocket and you know it!"
But he still notices my hands shaking......as I say it...

<Ron> "Anna, I don't like what you just ordered, as this is a false way of
preparing yourself. But I'll address that later. Right now I wouldn't be
holding that glass if I were you, you really don't want to find out what I
would do." Just then the cook walks up behind me and slaps me on the back.
I turn around and look face to face with a smiling chap who looks very
familiar. then it hits me . "You're the cook who owned the other restaurant
where our waitress worked before."

<Cook> "Yes. I bought this place as a dream come true and was able to convince Barbara to work for me here." Leaning closer he says, Since that night you addressed Barbara's problem, I have found the method very effective and she is now a model waitress." He looks at Anna figuring his subtle approach has been well accomplished, till he sees her blush.

<Ron> "Well Anna, what a coincidence this is. The cook is from where Barbara
worked before, you know what I whispered to you earlier?" I see an unusual
look come across Anna's face.

<Anna> When Ron turns to look at the cook, I take a big gulp of my whiskey,
and feel it going down good! ahhhh... he can't tell me what to drink!
Now the cook is looking funny at me...hmmmmm
How can he know what Ron has planned for me after we leave here!
Now Ron is giving me one of his looks.. Uhhhh Ohhh
Barbara is looking at me with a strange look now.
What, does everyone know???
Ohhhhh....let me wake up from this unfolding nightmare!

End of part 1...To be continued.