I’ve rather grown to like Norwich* over the years, especially since a lovely boutique hotel opened there, thus making my occasional work visits so much more comfortable.
Now, I’ve never done anything kinky in said hotel – so why it should appear as the setting for an extremely rude dream last night is quite beyond me.
It started in the restaurant; I was dining with a young lady I’d not met before, but one who I knew from correspondence to be kinkily-inclined. Our conversation became more intense as the meal progressed; by dessert it was known that I could expect her absolute submission and obedience in whatever was to follow.
We ordered coffee; I ordered her to remove her knickers. At the dinner table. She blushed, hesitated, wriggled as far as she could go under the table, obeyed. She handed them to me; I wouldn’t take them. “Fold them neatly, and place them in front of you.”
“But the waiter will see.” He was returning, bearing our cappuccinos.
“Precisely.”
I made her leave them there when we left the table. “Please let me take them…”
I ignored her pleas.
Upstairs, we reached the door to my room. I looked at her carefully, checking she was OK: she looked back, and smiled a smile of nervous validation.
No sooner had I closed the door behind us than I forced her up against the wall, my hand enjoying the absence of underwear.
“Do you like that, young lady?”
“Yes, sir.”
I took my hand away, moved back. “Good. Then we shall continue. Once, that is, I’ve strapped you for your disobedience as we left the dinner table.”
“But I didn’t want to leave them there.”
The slap across her face wasn’t hard: it didn’t need to be. It confirmed the order of things, and when I told her to strip naked and bend over the end of the bed, her compliance was immediate.
There followed much naughtiness, over which I’ll draw a polite veil. But I am now rather looking forward to my next trip to that hotel.
* The city, that is, although the acronym is cool too!
OMG! that is shiveringly hot!
Thanks Abel
xx
mmm…fabulous…
But why must you always ‘draw a veil’ once you’re getting to the really interesting bits? It’s not fair *stamps foot*
Please, what acronym?
Candycane, that was exactly what I was thinking…
Hmpf. And that calls himself a gentleman. Knickers aren’t meant to be left at tables. You buy them for a reason you know. Losing a pair of knickers is like losing a beloved pet. How very rude of you to make the poor girl leave them there.
That’s exactly what I was thinking, Irelynn. It’s disgraceful. I reckon he should take the poor girl shopping, to make up for it. I’m quite disgusted.
(And you do know there’s more than one acronym for Norwich, right? They’re all rude, though. But some are worse than others.)
Oh. My. Speechless.
Breathe, Indy, breathe!
candycane & Toby, Google “norwich acronym.” You’ll be as appalled as I was that Abel spells knickers without the “k” sometimes.
And it’s ok Smudge & Kate– the waiter was really a handsome prince in disguise who will go round the town the next day trying to find the bottom who fits the underwear.
Are you sure the Abel version doesn’t end in……When I Cane Hard?
Indy, I am now in fits of giggles imagining a prince going around town and having girls try on glass underwear…
A) What if they had been Agent Provocateur or something? Making a girl leave those behind would just be *wrong*. After all, the handsome waiter prince might not find the right girl to return the knickers to.
and
b) I never knew the Norwich acronym. You learn something new every day. Of course, on here, it’s often a little rude, but all to the good!
Oh…!
Wow!
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WOW!! 😀
Well it was a bit silly of her to make such a fuss.
You would have had her leave the table first and then taken the opportunity to put them in your pocket and give them back to her later.
Right?
Hi, Rob! I do wonder whether it would be hotter to leave them there, or surreptitiously pocket them. The latter may actually emphasise the girl’s submission still more… but misses the rather lovely thought of her having to see the waiter again at breakfast the following morning.
Wow. Really hot.
But Elaine is right. If they were Agent Provocateur I might just have to rebel.