A Brat Gets Exactly What She Wants
The Stranger at the Bistro
Written By
WriterDude
Shelly walked past the little Bistro on Santa Monica then abruptly turned back. She peered into the window sheepishly letting her soft blue eyes survey the room. A smile crossed her face and she pulled back. Shelly straightened her white blouse and smoothed her pleated skirt down, then with a swipe at her auburn hair moved towards the door.
As she entered the Bistro she stopped and took a deep breath. She could feel her heart beating quicker as she summoned the courage to walk across the room her skirt swishing seductively across her tiny hips.
She passed table after table of diners gathering dismissive looks from the women and baleful wishful glances from the men. She smirked at the women and smiled back at the men…still never taking her eyes off the table to the back of the Bistro.
Finally there she stood. She looked down at the man sitting there. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and blue jeans. She took him fully in from the smoothness of his close cropped black hair, the patch of caramel colored skin peeking from above the collar of his shirt and down to his long fingers and wide palm of his right hand holding his fork.
She gathered herself and could feel her hand reaching out to touch his shoulder.
“Excuse me”, she said with enough defiance in her voice to make her feel empowered. “Excuse me”, she continued her tone increasing before he could turn around.
As he turned slowly around Shelly felt a rush of breath escape her painted lips. Here she stood face-to-face with what she was sure the most alluring man she could have imagined. His brown eyes met her gaze and a smile crossed his ebony features.
“Can I help you”, he asked in a voice just short of baritone.
Shelly pulled herself to her full 5’5” and tried to get back to her defiant pose. She looked him squarely in the eyes.
“Do you have the time”, she blurted
“The time?”, he asked He glanced at his watch. Shelly’s gaze followed his right hand as it pushed the unbuttoned sleeve on his left arm back so he could get a look at his Kenneth Cole tank watch. “Sure…it’s umm..”
“Having problems telling time”, she interrupted “If you look for the little hand…that’s the hour…the big hand that’s the minutes”
He looked up at her and evened his gaze at this waif of a girl. He turned his chair around to face her. Looking her up and down taking in her petite frame encased in white and gray. Shelly stood there hands on hips her face partially covered by the wisps of hair falling across it.
‘Is there a problem”, he asked.
Shelly took an exasperated breath and asked again as she reached for his left arm brushing back his sleeve. She brought the arm close to his face all the while admiring the contrast of her own procaine skin against his smooth darkness.
“The time…the time…what time is it!”, she said in a voice loud enough for the entire Bistro top hear.
The stranger looked around her to see that several diners had turned now to take in the scene. He pulled his arm gently yet firmly from Shelly’s hand. She stood there for a moment fixing him with her most spoiled persona shining through. He looked at her for a second a smile crossing his face.
“Oh the time”, he said softly as he reached for his wrist. Shelly watched as he undid the strap and removed the watch. ‘ Sure I have the time”, he said.
“Well, I’m waiting!”, Shelly blurted.
With that he looked up and Shelly could see the expression on his face dramatically change as his right brow lifted and the smile left his face. Shelly fought off her flight instinct and held her ground forcing her lips into a defiant pout.
“Well we can’t have that”, he said. And in an instant Shelly felt his hand grasping her left wrist and her body being pulled across his lap. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the dark wooden floor coming up to meet her face. She tried to squirm and twist but he held her firmly across his lap.
‘Wha…what..what…do you think you are doing?”, she blurted out.
He leaned over and placed the watch on the floor in front of her. Shelly looked back puzzled.
“Giving you the time”, he responded. “Since you were in such a rush to get the time…why don’t you get it yourself,” he said in an even tone as Shelly felt a hard swat to her seat of her skirt. Her whole body jerked straight.
“What!”
‘What time is it?” he asked as he punctuated the question with four quick swats to her bottom again.
Shelly turned to look back at him trough narrowed eyes. He calmly pointed to the floor where the watch lay and gave Shelly four more sharp swats. “The watch is down there”, he replied.
Shelly turned to look at the floor and as she did she noticed that the entire Bistro was now standing and watching the show. The women had satisfied smirks on their faces and the men were smiling broadly. She began to kick wildly cursing and swatting his leg.
“Let me up! Let me up!”, she cried out.
“Sure…all…in due..time”, he answered punctuating each word with a sharp crisp swat.
“ Oh you are sooooooooooo in trouble Mister…I will call the police!”
A voice shouted from across the room. “I’m a detective from the 23rd.”
Shelly’s head jerked up to see a diner holding up a badge. She let out a low growl and clinched her teeth.
She turned back to look at the stranger who had her firmly in his grasp her eyes full of fire. ‘If you don’t…”, Shelly never got to finish her rant as she felt a rush of air across her bottom. She watched in horror as her pert cheeks came into view sheeted in her pink lace boy shorts. “OH MY GOD!”, she shouted as her hands shot back in a vain effort to push her skirt back down. But he simply took her tiny wrists into his left hand and held them gently against the small of her back.
He looked down on the tiny body fighting across his lap the twin rise of her cheeks with a small amount of pink peeking from beneath the sheer fabric and smiled.
“You wanted the time did you…well lets see if you can give me the time…”, he pointed to the watch on the floor. Look at it”, he demanded. Shelly turned her face to stare down at the watch… then turned back to him and spat out..
“That’s the best watch you could afford”
She heard a collective gasp from the room, which made her smile as she looked back at him. His eyes widened and Shelly took a deep breath and began to struggle and kick knowing that she had made a huge mistake. Before she knew what was happening she felt a fast measured stream of smacks to her bottom raining down covering every part inch of her bottom. She couldn’t believe that her bottom was already beginning to burn. Yet she could not make herself give in. Shelly felt her head being turned back to the floor and the watch was now visible.
“What number is the little hand on”, he asked
“Well your little hand is somewhere it shouldn’t be…MY ASS!”
“Yes it is”, he shot back in an even tone and again began to smack her little bottom which was now beginning to show a nice shade of pink through the lace in earnest.
“Now I’ll ask again…” he said as he stopped. ‘…what number is the little hand on?”
Shelly looked at the watch then turned to look back at him smirking. “ What you can’t see it from all the way up there”, she asked.
Shelly felt pretty good about that retort…for a minute..because no sooner had the smile crossed her face did she feel his hand at the waistband of her panties. The room exploded in applause as Shelly’s reddend nates came into full view.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO…pleaseeeeeeee…nooooooooooooooo….ok …ok…ok…”, she yelled out . “I’ll tell you the time!”
He patted Shelly’s bottom and nodded. “Oh I am quite sure you will…now look at the watch and tell me…what number is the little hand on?”
Shelly brushed the hair from her face and looked down towards the watch. “It’s on the 2…ok…the 2”, she responded in a rush.
“That would be 14 hundred hours military time”, he informed her and with that gave her fourteen very hard smacks to each of her red cheeks.
Shelly tried to speak but all she could manage were several gasps with each smack to her burning backside. She bounced across his lap trying to figure a way to get loose but there was no getting away. He leaned forward and whispered in Shelly’s ear. She took a deep breath as the scent of his Caroline Herrera cologne wafted over her.
“What hand is the big one on?”, he asked.
Shelly looked down and answered. “ Your big ass hand…”
He responded before she could finish with the hardest volley of spanks yet causing Shelly to yelp and squirm harder. The Bistro was now applauding his every smack which spurred him on to spank harder as he watched the tiny bottom across his lap turn a deep shade of crimson.
Shelly could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She looked down to see the watch and could see a pair of black shoes. She looked up to see the chef standing in front of her. Her eyes followed up to his hand and her eyes widened to the size of saucers and her face immedialty flushed.
“I think this might persuade her to give you the right time”, the chef said as he handed a huge wooden spoon over.
“Well thanks”, the man replied and looked at Shelly smiling. He ran the spoon across her cheeks letting it glide over the rise of both glowing globes. “Yep I think this will do the job.”
Shelly kicked and fought but to no avail she pleaded but the happy diners shouting for him to apply the spoon were drowning her small voice out.
“What number is the big hand on?”, he asked softly.
Shelly meekly responded. “It’s on the six”
“And the six would mean what”
“That it’s 2:30…you dork” she shot back through a shaky voice.
He shook his head as he lifted the spoon high.
‘Well I guess we will just have to give you…30 swats right…here”
And with that he gave Shelly’s sit spot 30 hard smacks with the spoon. Her legs began to swing wildly as the bite of the wood on her bare bottom sent electric shock waves through her entire body. She kicked and wailed and could feel the tears flowing as the breath completely left her body. By the time he was finished she lay sobbing meekly over his jean-covered lap.
Shelly was completely oblivious to the clapping and cheering as she tried to get her voice back. She could feel his hand tenderly rubbing her flaming bottom.
“So what time is it?” she heard him ask.
Shelly looked back at him after taking a quick glance at the watch.
“2:35…sir”
And with that reply he gave her 5 of the hardest smacks yet to each of her cheeks. Shelly burst into tears burring her face in her small hands which he had finally released. As she sobbed she could feel her panties being pulled slowly back over her bottom and the waistband unceremoniously snapped back into place and her skirt smoothed back down over her hips.
“Well I guess you have the time now”, he responded as he lifted Shelly to unsteady feet. She quickly brushed her face clear of her auburn locks and wiped at the tears on her cheeks. All she could do was nod as she watched him lean over and retrieve the watch from the floor.
Shelly stood there her toes pointing inwards as she furiously rubbed her bottom trough her skirt to no avail.
He held the watch out to Shelly. She looked at him confused but took the watch in a trembling tiny palm.
“You can keep it…so next time you won’t have to ask for the time”, he said smiling. With that he turned his chair back to the table and went back to his meal.
Shelly turned on her heels and headed for the door still rubbing her bottom. As she walked through the crowd she tried to shield her face from the smiling faces of the diners. Once outside she looked back in through the window. She smiled and tossed the watch in the air catching it and continued down the street.
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