My hand grazes the passing waiter's bulge in his britches. 

"Oops," I say.

You cock an eyebrow.

I lean forward and my right boob pops out of my top, showcasing my hard nipple.

"Oops," I say.

You loudly sigh.

I leave my seat to bend over to pick up my napkin. My short skirt rises, revealing my plumpy cheeks to the diners at the counter.

"Oops," I say.

You lead me out the door and sit on a bench, pulling me across your knees to paddle my naughty ass.

"Oops," you say, as I sniffle, rubbing my rosey red rump.