Dearie, I told you Slate’s a dish. You’re already staring , you bad girl.” Belle’s laughter had Dearie blushing ten shades of red and jerking her head towards her friend with a gasp.
“I wasn’t staring Belle, I was just looking around—don’t embarrass me in the first five minutes or I’m high-tailing it out of here,” she huffed, trying not to look over at Slate again.
“Oh you—stop being so uptight and live a little. That’s why you wanted to come , right? To live a little, have some fun, let your hair down, and get a spanking…” Belle’s girlish giggles were smothered with a kiss from Devlin.
“Are you being bad already , Belle?” Devlin looked at her sternly, but everyone could see the love in his eyes when he looked at Belle.
“No sir, I wouldn’t dare. I’m your good girl , remember?” Belle gave him a sweet smile and kissed his jaw.
“Then behave like a good girl and introduce your friend so we can sit down to eat. I’m starving to death.” He smacked her bottom, grinning when she yelped in surprise.
Gathering her wits she took Dearie’s hand in hers. “Everyone, this is my best friend Dearie Morgan. This is her first time attending a munch , so be on your best behavior so you don’t scare her off. That means no spanking her or pinching her under the table unless she’s asked for it.”
Dearie’s face turned a bright shade of red, nearly as red as her hair, but she couldn’t help but smile at everyone and wave. “It’s nice to meet all of you. Thank you for allowing me to join you today.”
Turning to her friend she whispered in her ear, “If Devlin doesn’t bust your ass for teasing me, I will, you freaking brat!”
Devlin was close enough that he heard the exchange and laughed. “Dearie darlin g, you are quite welcome to stop by the house afterwards and pick any of my paddles to swat her with. I would like very much to see that.” He winked at her and pulled out the chair next to him for Belle to sit down, pushing her in close to the table to make sure she was comfortable.
Dearie smiled at Devlin, thinking to herself that it might be a good idea to do just that when she realized the seat next to Belle was taken. She looked around; nerves kicking into high gear when she noticed most of the seats had filled already. As if sensing her inner turmoil, Devlin motioned over to the empty chair next to his friend. “Dearie, come over here and sit by my buddy , Slate. I promise, he won’t bite— unless you ask for it.”
Slate stood up and winked at her, pulling the chair out , waiting for her to sit before he sat back down. Looking over at her, he leaned close enough so only she could hear the deep timbre of his voice, “I do bite Dearie, I like to spank too, but only if you beg me for it first.” H e gave her a sexy smile and lifted his hand as the waitress walked by the room. Dearie inhaled sharply, causing her to cough. He patted her back in a soothing motion, a cocky smile on his face showed his pleasure from teasing her.
“Do you like red wine , Dearie?”
She blinked her eyes, still breathless from his saying he liked to bite and spank , “I…I … um , yes. Thank you , Slate.”
“A glass of red wine for the lady , and I’ll take a scotch on the rocks please.” Slate gave the waitress a winning smile as she took their drink orders and passed out menus .
Dearie smiled when she saw the waitress move on to her friends. She listened as Devlin ordered Belle her favorite drink, a slow gin fizz, and a gin and tonic for himself. It made her happy , that Belle had found a man who did the little things for her , the way her Master did. It also stirred a longing within Dearie, to have someone who would take the time to learn her wants, needs and favorite things like that.
Slate must have noticed her look ing longing ly as she watched her friend. He spoke in a low voice to her, his hand now rubbing a gentle but firm circle on her lower back. “Those two have
“I wasn’t staring Belle, I was just looking around—don’t embarrass me in the first five minutes or I’m high-tailing it out of here,” she huffed, trying not to look over at Slate again.
“Oh you—stop being so uptight and live a little. That’s why you wanted to come , right? To live a little, have some fun, let your hair down, and get a spanking…” Belle’s girlish giggles were smothered with a kiss from Devlin.
“Are you being bad already , Belle?” Devlin looked at her sternly, but everyone could see the love in his eyes when he looked at Belle.
“No sir, I wouldn’t dare. I’m your good girl , remember?” Belle gave him a sweet smile and kissed his jaw.
“Then behave like a good girl and introduce your friend so we can sit down to eat. I’m starving to death.” He smacked her bottom, grinning when she yelped in surprise.
Gathering her wits she took Dearie’s hand in hers. “Everyone, this is my best friend Dearie Morgan. This is her first time attending a munch , so be on your best behavior so you don’t scare her off. That means no spanking her or pinching her under the table unless she’s asked for it.”
Dearie’s face turned a bright shade of red, nearly as red as her hair, but she couldn’t help but smile at everyone and wave. “It’s nice to meet all of you. Thank you for allowing me to join you today.”
Turning to her friend she whispered in her ear, “If Devlin doesn’t bust your ass for teasing me, I will, you freaking brat!”
Devlin was close enough that he heard the exchange and laughed. “Dearie darlin g, you are quite welcome to stop by the house afterwards and pick any of my paddles to swat her with. I would like very much to see that.” He winked at her and pulled out the chair next to him for Belle to sit down, pushing her in close to the table to make sure she was comfortable.
Dearie smiled at Devlin, thinking to herself that it might be a good idea to do just that when she realized the seat next to Belle was taken. She looked around; nerves kicking into high gear when she noticed most of the seats had filled already. As if sensing her inner turmoil, Devlin motioned over to the empty chair next to his friend. “Dearie, come over here and sit by my buddy , Slate. I promise, he won’t bite— unless you ask for it.”
Slate stood up and winked at her, pulling the chair out , waiting for her to sit before he sat back down. Looking over at her, he leaned close enough so only she could hear the deep timbre of his voice, “I do bite Dearie, I like to spank too, but only if you beg me for it first.” H e gave her a sexy smile and lifted his hand as the waitress walked by the room. Dearie inhaled sharply, causing her to cough. He patted her back in a soothing motion, a cocky smile on his face showed his pleasure from teasing her.
“Do you like red wine , Dearie?”
She blinked her eyes, still breathless from his saying he liked to bite and spank , “I…I … um , yes. Thank you , Slate.”
“A glass of red wine for the lady , and I’ll take a scotch on the rocks please.” Slate gave the waitress a winning smile as she took their drink orders and passed out menus .
Dearie smiled when she saw the waitress move on to her friends. She listened as Devlin ordered Belle her favorite drink, a slow gin fizz, and a gin and tonic for himself. It made her happy , that Belle had found a man who did the little things for her , the way her Master did. It also stirred a longing within Dearie, to have someone who would take the time to learn her wants, needs and favorite things like that.
Slate must have noticed her look ing longing ly as she watched her friend. He spoke in a low voice to her, his hand now rubbing a gentle but firm circle on her lower back. “Those two have
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