Two weeks passed before Samantha heard from Mike again. She still was absent-minded around her friends and had to admit to them she was seeing someone. The kind of relationship they had, she kept quiet about of course.
When Mike texted her, inviting her over for dinner, she replied immediately that she could. In a way, she was grateful that he had invited her to his place. Hers was a bit of a mess and she knew from his stories that he considered this a good enough reason to give a young woman a very red bottom.
On the night of her date, she did her best to dress as sexy as she could. She wore a short yellow dress, knowing Mike would love the stockings she wore underneath. She chose black lingerie, knowing it contrasted nicely with the light dress.
Preparing herself like this, she was reminded of the fact they’d agreed to have sex on their second date. It was a bit weird, going to a date having already agreed to that; but not as weird as being spanked for wanting it on the first.
When she arrived, Mike was wearing clean-cut jeans and a clean shirt. On top of that, he wore an apron. “Good evening my lady, please come in.” He said.
Sam blushed, feeling over-dressed for the occasion. Mike was obviously preparing dinner for her himself and wasn’t planning on taking her out.
“Please excuse me for just a moment.” Mike said after he guided her to his living-room. “The meal needs a few more touches and then I’ll join you.
Alone in the room, Sam looked around to see what she could discover about him. The room was clean and the furniture was modern. There were a lot of books, which meant Mike didn’t just write, but read as well. None of these were erotic at al though.
She could hear him in the kitchen and later somewhere deeper in the house going up some stairs. When he returned, the apron was gone and the jeans and shirt replaced by a suit.
“Excuse my earlier appearance.” Mike said. “I had not expected you so early.”
Sam blushed. “No Sir, excuse me for embarrassing you by arriving early.” She’d practiced a proper submissive attitude by reading as many of his stories as she could.
Mike smiled broadly. “I shall forgive you young lady, but only this once. Now please, join me at the table for dinner.”
Sam grinned broadly as she let Mike help her with her chair. She made a mental note not to arrive too early next time; for Mike might sound playful, there was no saying she might not end up over his knee the next time she caught him not ready for their date.
Mike served her perfectly prepared steak with steamed vegetables and baked potatoes. It was a simple, yet delicious meal. He offered her a glass of wine as well, but made her promise not to drink more than one so that she was sober enough to consent to his wishes when he took her up to his bedroom.
Sam only drank half her glass and had to force herself to touch the meal. She was too distracted about the anticipation of the things he might do to her.
When she finally cleared her plate, she shot Mike a challenging look. “Enough foreplay.” She said.