lunch, however; I’ll give you cab fare and directions to my house and later this evening you can come over. And I’ll take care of you.”
And that was how Bettie and Augie’s first date came to be arranged. He told her to arrive promptly at six thirty, dressed in the same boots, but with a skirt on.
It was raining, but the air had become warmer. It felt like the height of sophistication to climb into a taxi and be driven up the windy, lush canyon to Augie Rose’s house as the sky became silvery grey, then black streaked with silver clouds. Under her black watch plaid skirt her legs were bare from her boot tops to her panties. A soft, cream wool polo shirt under a thick navy cardigan rendered her cuddly. There was nothing wispy about her after all, she was simply slim with good leg muscles from hiking and running and as Augie Rose would soon discover, fantastically firm, well rounded buttocks and thighs. The soft leather boots came up above her knees so that just a few inches of silken thigh was exposed to the chill air in the taxi. Around her Bettie had wrapped the black cashmere coat, for good luck as well as warmth. Her small bottom, encased in the sheerest white cotton French briefs, was only a pleated wool skirt and topcoat away from his hand as he took her from the cab.
Suddenly Bettie was seeing a different California. Augie’s house was quite wonderful. It even smelled delicious. He lived among splendid trees and thick foliage with twinkling views of the city below.
The moment he took her hand she realized that he had resigned himself to her. He now allowed himself to look at her with something like warmth, though not smiles. “I’m glad you weren’t late,” he told her. “That would have made me cross.”
He never relinquished her hand, but took her straight upstairs to his bedroom, a large, round room, the walls papered forest green and gold, with a cream and gold gilt domed ceiling. One of the most charming features of the room was a long, wide green velvet recamier. Two matching armless chairs were of similar interest to Bettie.
“Shall we get the unpleasantness over with at once?” Augie asked, moving one of the large velvet chairs away from the other, sitting down on it and saying, “Come over here, young lady.”
Bettie approached Augie, was caught by the wrist and pulled across his lap as though she were no more substantial than a dinner napkin. She flashed him one minx like smile over her shoulder, then made her face completely sober and wide eyed before dropping her head back down. Meanwhile, as he smoothed her little skirt down over her pert backside Augie was experiencing an epiphany re: the adorable girl, now draped so submissively over his lap. To wit: maybe Bettie was a gift from the gods, not to be questioned. Perhaps fate had introduced them at this particular juncture in time because they could be useful to each other. Augie thought, “There had to be a girl for me sooner or later. Even if it only lasts a year or two, neither of us are doing anything else. Besides, I didn’t plan this. She’s a gift.”
Scolding her about missing her deadline, Augie spanked her on the seat of her skirt, just hard enough to get her attention. She wriggled and shifted on his lap, thrusting her small bottom up for more smacks.
This naughty and flirtatious behavior was acknowledged by more and harder spanking, which caused her to grind into his lap in a most sophisticated style. Augie spanked her on her skirt until heat radiated from the entire area, one hand wrapped around her tiny waist all the while. She caught her breath and whimpered now and then but gave no indication of distress or wanting him to stop. After spanking her vigorously over her skirt for at least five minutes, he raised it to her waist to glimpse her endearingly pink bottom glowing through her sheer white panties. Her thighs were milky in contrast to the portions of her slim bottom cheeks left uncovered by the high cut French briefs, now stained so rosy from his hand.
“You write like an experienced submissive and take a spanking like a seasoned player; I guess I have to assume that you’re not the baby I thought you were,” Augie remarked, smartening her up again with his palm, through the thin panties which so snugly wrapped her shapely backside.
“I don’t mind being treated like one though,” she told him. So Augie pulled her pristine panties down to expose her freshly pinkened bottom.
“You’re as smooth as one,” he told her, caressing her tender skin. “This may be the prettiest sight I’ve ever beheld.”
“I was wondering when I’d get a compliment out of you,” Bettie murmured.
“Don’t be fresh when I have you in this position,” he warned, resuming the spanking, this time with her panties pulled down to mid thigh. In a very few minutes, Bettie’s excitement became palpable. Augie was pleased but still hesitant to go any further. Even though she parted her legs invitingly and seemed to arch towards his hand every other moment, as much as to say, penetrate me, now! Soon her parted legs, dewy sex and dainty bottom began to mesmerize him blatantly.
“You’re a very naughty girl,” he told her, holding her apart and spanking her labia lightly, then spreading her bottom and spanking her bottomhole, though not so lightly. Bettie moaned and whimpered, grinding against him frantically, as though he’d just found her on switch. Deliberately spanking her sex a little harder, he observed the dynamic effect this treatment had upon her. Bettie whimpered and squirmed on his lap, eager for more discipline but nearly sobbing when she got it.
Finally Bettie noticed the pulsing rod beneath her. She turned to look at him and innocently said, “Mr. Rose, I think you have a hard-on.”
“Of course I have a hard-on. Look at what I’m doing to you?” he replied impatiently, pausing to rub her rosy cheeks in circles with the palm of his hand.
“I have condoms,” she informed him.
“Do you now?” Augie stopped spanking her and rubbing her and pulled her up off his lap. “Don’t you think that would be a little sudden, young lady?”
“Why? You’re not getting any younger, Mr. Rose,” she replied with a grin.
“All that spanking and you’re still this fresh?” Augie shook his head in amazement but punished her by taking her by the ear and turning her back over his knee for several dozen hard swats, each of which made her yip and kick.
Then of course he had to soothe her by caressing her bottom again, which lead to spreading it, spanking her pussy again, then her bottomhole, then when the glistening promise of her almost untouched pussy was simply too creamy to resist, penetrating her with his fingers, deeply and dominantly, for a very long time.
“Didn’t I say I’d take care of you?” he asked, masturbating her deftly over his knee until she gave up a delightfully girlish orgasm. If she wasn’t in love before, she was when he let her up.
“But now I want to take care of you,” she declared a few minutes later, bouncing on his lap, which still cradled the engine of his desire in a fully rampant state.
“No, that’s absurd,” he told her sternly, seizing her around the waist and putting her off his lap before going to wash his hands. She followed him into the marble bathroom with the matching sweetheart sinks.
“Why is it? You got me off. Now I wish to reciprocate.”
“I won’t hear any more of that, young lady,” Augie warned her.
“It’s not like I haven’t had lovers,” she pointed out. “I’ve had five!”
“Have you now?” Augie was amused and relieved by her candor. But when she boldly laid her hand upon his pulsing organ through is trousers he deliberately slapped
