A little break for lunch
Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 9:22 am
We walk into the pub together if you are watching me carefully you may notice that I am walking gingerly but most won't notice . He orders our drink and food. I try to make my way to the comfortable settees but he gently takes my arm and leads me outside the hard wooden benches , I inwardly sigh and am just about to protest but he fixes that with THE look . I try sit down gently trying hard to sit in a way that wont rub against the fresh cane strikes on my red throbbing bottom
He raises he eyebrow but says nothing , he takes his newspaper out of his bag takes a sip of his drink and starts to read he appears to be ignoring me I take the opportunity to shift my bottom up and give it a gentle rub. Without even raising his eyes his voice booms out " is there a problem young lady" Ahh no Sir I whisper " Well sit properly and stop fidgeting " is the response .
Our food arrives He eats heartily whilst continuing o to read his paper , I am in a quandary the food in front of me look lovely but I am distracted by the throbbing in my bottom any slight move and the slants in the benches appear to run against the angry cane marks , and I know that as soon as we have eaten we will return to my house and I will once again be over the caning bench for the 2nd half of my ( he says deserved )punishment do I eat slowly hoping to give my bottom some time to recover or to I just get on with it and bow to inevitable
I play with my food taking the odd mouthful once again his once booms into my thoughts " Young lady will you eat properly" I say nothing just look at him with pleading eyes he is unmoved and continues to eat .
I try to eat I look at and he has finished eating he sits and watches me I am transfixed by his stare. He takes one final sip of his drink and say " Enough of this wasting time we will discuss you wasting food when I get you home" He walks over to the side of the table takes my hand and helps me up .
We begin the walk to my house he slips his hand under my coat and feels my bottom and says feels there's for plenty more
He raises he eyebrow but says nothing , he takes his newspaper out of his bag takes a sip of his drink and starts to read he appears to be ignoring me I take the opportunity to shift my bottom up and give it a gentle rub. Without even raising his eyes his voice booms out " is there a problem young lady" Ahh no Sir I whisper " Well sit properly and stop fidgeting " is the response .
Our food arrives He eats heartily whilst continuing o to read his paper , I am in a quandary the food in front of me look lovely but I am distracted by the throbbing in my bottom any slight move and the slants in the benches appear to run against the angry cane marks , and I know that as soon as we have eaten we will return to my house and I will once again be over the caning bench for the 2nd half of my ( he says deserved )punishment do I eat slowly hoping to give my bottom some time to recover or to I just get on with it and bow to inevitable
I play with my food taking the odd mouthful once again his once booms into my thoughts " Young lady will you eat properly" I say nothing just look at him with pleading eyes he is unmoved and continues to eat .
I try to eat I look at and he has finished eating he sits and watches me I am transfixed by his stare. He takes one final sip of his drink and say " Enough of this wasting time we will discuss you wasting food when I get you home" He walks over to the side of the table takes my hand and helps me up .
We begin the walk to my house he slips his hand under my coat and feels my bottom and says feels there's for plenty more