A couple of nights ago, I'm in a club I've only been to a couple of times, and this skinny no-butt dancer in leather with a riding crop comes over to me and starts with a predictable gambit.
Her: (smacking her hand with the crop) So, have you been a bad boy? Do you need a spanking? Me: No. If there's any spanking to be done, I'll be the one doing it, thanks. Her: OK, that'll work, too. Here give me a little swat. Me: No thanks. If I can't do it hard, it ain't worth doing.
About this time, the bartender comes over to watch, obviously waiting for the opportunity to ply me for a drink.
Her: (shoves the crop into my hand) Come on, just one light one. Me: No, if I do it, it's going to be hard. It will hurt. Her: (turns around) Go ahead. Me: I'm telling you, you probably won't like it, and I don't want you getting pissed at me because I did exactly what I said I would. Her: Just a little one. Not too hard. Me: No. I want to hurt you. Her: (looks at me for a second) Alright, I'm ready. Me: Last warning. Her: (nods)
At this point, I wind up and smack her square in her leather covered nutty cheek, the meaty part where it really stings on bare skin. She let's out a yelp that every one in the, admittedly small, place hears, stops what they're doing and looks over.
Her: Hey, that really hurt! Bartender: No shit, girl, he said he was gonna make it hurt! Her: But I didn't really think he would! Me: I don't lie about that sort of thing.
I hand her back her crop, and she heads to the other side of the bar rubbing her butt.
When I left, she was still looking over at me occasionally, so I walked over to her, gave the bartender $25, and told her to give the girl a drink as I left. That's actually encouraging enough that I think I may have to stop back and see if she wants an extended repeat performance. Worth a shot, even if she wants to start out a little lighter.
