As her eyes came back to Rob, his eyes flicked away; he had been looking at her chest, as most men did. She was proud of her 36DD breasts; their large size attracted men’s attention, and her dedication to sports and fitness meant that they had developed pert, firm and well-shaped, with no sag at all.
Today was her eighteenth birthday and she had come out shopping with her mum. They had planned the day: shopping with lunch; a little more shopping after lunch; a trip to the cinema and then a couple of drinks in a bar before heading home. However, as they walked to the restaurant for lunch they had bumped into Rob, an old friend of her Mum’s that Tammy had never met. They had talked for a couple of minutes then, unbelievably, her Mum had invited Rob to join them for lunch and he’d accepted. Tammy had felt a little like a third wheel as they talked through the starter, but as the waiter took the plates away, her Mum’s phone had rung and she had got up, excused herself and answered the work call. So now she sat here with a stranger, on her birthday–a stranger that had been staring at her tits.
“I don’t need a man three times my age staring at my tits,” she fired at Rob, her annoyance at what had happened to her lovely day with her mother coming through her voice.
Rob replied with a little heat in his voice, “You cheeky mare! I am not much more than twice your age, and you are bloody lucky we are in public or I would put you over my knee for that remark.”
Rob was probably early forties, not the early fifties she had suggested, and he was not an unattractive man. He was a little fatter than she would go for, but she was caught off-guard by the image of Rob spanking her, flashing through her mind. For a moment, she wondered if he knew, but dismissed it. How could he?
Tammy had been with three men in her life. Sex was ok, but only the last had made her cum, and even then, the sex was vanilla. Since an early age she had been masturbating to porn of women being tied up and spanked. She had never been spanked, but the idea thrilled her, as did the thought of that descending into something a little darker, and more painful.
There had been a silence in which she should have responded, but her mind was deep in thought and before she could, Rob said, “Is the silence because you are imagining the spanking you know you deserve, or because you are shocked?”
Tammy felt her cheeks colour, his words bringing a full colour image of her screaming out in pain as his hand slapped her arse harder and harder. Worse she felt a twinge in her loins.
She looked directly at Rob and said, “How dare you!” The image that she wanted to banish was still in her head. Even as the words left her mouth, she watched the smirk slide across his face, her emotions all over the place. She was furious at him for what he had said, but she was also incredibly turned-on right at this moment, with a strange attraction growing within her. An attraction both to Rob, which was fucking weird, but also to the conversation.
“I dare because I can, because your face says you like the idea, even if you are embarrassed by it, and because I think you love the thrill of just having this conversation,” Rob’s words cut into her like he could read her mind. She looked over to her Mum who was deep in conversation on the phone, and not even looking this way.
“OK, so yes, the conversation interests me,” Tammy paused just to catch her breath. Her heart was now beating quite hard, adding the slightest touch of breathlessness to her words. “I have been with three men–well, boys–but it has been unfulfilling, and I have been cumming to videos of women being spanked for years.” Even as the words escaped her mouth, she could not believe she had said them.
Again silence engulfed the booth they were sitting in. Tammy was not sure if she liked the high sides that shielded them from view from the majority of other diners or not, but at least there was no chance anybody else heard what she had said.
Rob broke the silence with a simple, “Go on.”
Tammy was not sure how to go on, but words seemed to come anyway, she was not sure from where. “I am not sure what I want. I want to be in control of all of it, but I also want to be powerless to stop the punishment that I deserve.” Again, she paused, but this time it was to order her words. “I do not want to submit; I am not submissive, but I want to be powerless.” Even as she spoke, she could hear the contradiction in her statement.
“That sounds like rape to me,” Rob said, his words now sounding very cautious.
“No,” she replied, forcefully. “I consent to having my power and choice taken away; I just will not submit meekly to it.” She could see the confusion on Rob’s face slowly lift as she thought he started to understand, even if she did not fully understand or get it herself.
“Pass me your phone,” he said. “I want to give you my number. Then you can choose later if you want to continue this conversation.”
Tammy thought for a moment, then gave it to him, unlocked. He takes it and begins to type, saying, “I am putting my number in under ‘Spanking R’ ok?”
Tammy smirked, and said, “Yeah, that is OK.”
Rob seemed to type for longer than she expected, then he turned the phone towards her, on the screen there was a text message waiting to be sent to her friend Molly. It read, “Mum has left me with this old friend of hers that I think is rich. I am going to demand £500 or I will tell Mum he tried to molest me.”
Tammy felt her mouth fall open as she read it. What on earth did he expect to achieve? As the thought went through her head, he answered that.
“Take off your knickers and give them to me or I will send this and tell your Mum when she returns that you tried it,” his words were hard, and cut into her; her power was gone. Mum might well believe him. There had been a joke right at the beginning of meeting Rob that she wanted a new Phone and was £500 short. She had put in that she would do anything to get it. She had jokingly batted her eyelids at Rob as she said it. FUCK!
“Quickly, your Mum might come back any moment,” he continued. Tammy sat there in disbelief, and watched as Rob moved his finger towards the send button. “OK, OK,” she said, and nervously looked around as, with both hands, she slipped fingers up her legs to the top of her knickers, pulling her skirt right up to do it. She was very glad of the high sides now. She lifted her bottom off the seat and carefully pulled down her knickers. When they got to her knee, she looked around again; nobody was watching. She let them drop to the floor, and moved her feet out of them, then bent down her head against the table and scooped them into her right hand.
Once she was sitting, a look of thunder aimed at Rob, she was very aware of how much she wanted to rub her clit right now. This was so hot, and turning her on more than she would ever admit. “Open your legs,” Rob said, as he picked up his phone. In a flash it was under the table and she heard several photos being taken.
As quickly as it disappeared it was back on the table. She did not know whether to object or not; she was loving this as Rob’s hand came across the table palm up and hand open.
“Phone,” she spat at him, her left hand mimicking his. He moved the phone to above her hand and held it there while she slowly moved her hand to his with the knickers. She placed them in his hand keeping a hold of them, he placed the phone in hers again and she let go of the knickers. Both of them withdrew to their side of the table. Rob dropped the panties on the table, letting the purple-blue lace fabric spread out, before balling them back into his hand. Tammy noticed the look of appraisal on his face as he had looked at them on the table.
They looked at each other for a moment, then Rob said, “Did I get that right? Was that what you meant?”
Tammy took a few moments to realise it was a test. Her mind spun; she was as horny as she had ever been right now, and furious too. The silence was just getting to the point of being too long when she replied, “Yes, I am mad as hell, but I want to cum really badly, too.”
“Do you want your knickers back?” Rob asked, moving his balled hand back across the table.
Instantly she replied, “No, keep them. Tell me later all the sick things you do with them. It would spoil the feeling if you gave them back.”
Just then Lucy appeared back at the table, “You two look to be getting along. What are you talking about?” she said.
Tammy had no idea what to say, but Rob covered. “I don’t know how we got onto the subject, but we discovered we both have an interest in psychology, specifically controlling people. You know the way governments have been trying to control people and force them into getting a vaccine, for example.”
Lucy sat down again next to Tammy, and looked at her, and said, “I didn’t know you were interested in that. Aren’t you only doing languages at school? English next year at Uni too, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, but they are not the only things I am interested in,” Tammy replied, “and I might just do something in psychology, too.”
The rest of the meal passed with small talk, and at the end, Rob got the bill. Both girls thanked him with a kiss on the cheek, and they parted ways with Lucy telling Rob that they must catch up more often. Tammy was distracted as they completed more shopping, her mind constantly flicking back to the table, the rush of being blackmailed into giving up her knickers. And, there was the trigger to go back–the fact that she was now shopping without knickers on. She felt everything from the wind to brushing past strangers so much more intensely than she recalled ever having done before; her level of arousal was not dropping at all.
When Lucy was in a cubical trying on a skirt, Tammy whipped out her phone, found the number Rob had put into it and text, “I loved our little interaction, and I can’t stop being horny now. The lack of knickers is overwhelming.”