I found myself in a distinctly Abel moment today. That is, I experienced what one of the prolific Spanking Writers (Haron being the other) must feel when he shares with us various corporal punishment fantasies that evolve from all manner of everyday life. Abel is the master at such story telling. Or, are his tales really “stories?”
I was sitting quietly at lunch today with an associate when our waitress came over with a bit of a forced smile to see what we would like. My first observation was that she dressed a tad different than her peers, male or female. While everyone else wore black slacks/jeans and a red shirt, our waitress had on a short black skirt, knee high boots, and the red shirt. She was not in management, so I wondered why she stood out so. Aha … that’s when it hit me. The “Abel Syndrome.” Our lass had been caught ignoring her tables yesterday, and was directed to appear for this shift prepared to face the paddle. Well, actually have the paddle face her. Between the luncheon and supper rushes, she would be brought before the entire wait staff, commanded to assume the position, have her skirt flipped out of the way, panties lowered, and receive a just dose of the disciplinary paddle. Her skirt attire was intended to make administration of her training as easy as possible, and to further punish/humiliate the girl by having her constantly remind the other staff what was to occur.
Oh, this is quite lovely – and thanks for the kind comments, too!
If I were eating in the restaurant, I think I’d find an excuse to go back in mid-afternoon to get a coffee, hoping to find that the same young lady would serve me my cappuccino. By now, her attitude and demeanour would be very different – she’d be avoiding eye contact, she’d clearly have been crying, and she might even be holding her freshly-paddled bottom in pain.
Very nice
Where is the restaurant (besides being in your minds) ? Great fantasy. Thanks for sharing it.