Charlie was queuing for a cup of coffee, and before him in the queue was a girl who he could not take his eyes off. She was about the same height as him, so 5'9", slim, with long dark hair flowing over her shoulders, and she was wearing a red vest top and shorts. She had such a good figure, including good-sized breasts which pushed out her very tight vest top, and he had a thing about girls with bare arms and bare legs, particularly when well-toned like this girl.
Charlie was thirty-four and reckoned this girl was about twenty. When he heard her talk, he was even more taken by her haughty, dominant tone of voice. Of course, he knew why he thought her voice was dominant, because he was a submissive. The reason he couldn't take his eyes off the girl was that, whilst being a submissive, he had never experienced being dealt with as a submissive. Being spanked was his dream, his fantasy, his desire, but he was never able to secure the experience.
The most common fantasy that Charlie had was being across a girl's lap, one dressed just like this girl in a vest top and shorts, or maybe a sleeveless nightdress, and she always spoke with such authority, telling him what a naughty boy he had been and how he deserved a very hard spanking. Then, of course, he fantasised about being spanked. As he stood in the queue, glancing at the girl, he imagined being spanked by her and knew he had a hard-on as he did. He wasn't even thinking she was so much younger than him as the age of the girl spanking him was never a thing with him. It was her looks and her voice and this girl fitted all of those desires of his.
The beautiful girl got her coffee and went and sat at a table. When Charlie got his coffee, he looked around and realised the only free table was right next to where the girl was sitting. He was almost scared to sit there but enjoyed the feeling of being scared, and so did so.
Charlie was sitting quietly, glancing sideways and loving how this girl was slim but had well-toned arms and legs. He loved looking at women's bare arms, particularly when they were well-toned, and, more so, looking at bare legs and in particular their calves. He knew the reason was that when he so often pictured himself across the lap of exactly this type of girl, what he saw closest to his face was the girl's upside-down legs and, of course, her calf muscles. He even pictured how they would tense as she gave him a spanking. He also loved her long, dark brown hair flowing over her bare shoulders, with a fringe, and her blazing dark brown eyes.
Charlie was having a look at the girl's thighs as he thought those thoughts, but they were interrupted when he heard the girl answer her phone and she said, "Yes, it's Olivia."
Well, Charlie thought to himself, as he now knew her name, he would be able to fantasise even more about her.
It turned out that Olivia was quite used to men staring at her. It never stopped her from dressing with such skimpy clothes and actually encouraged her to do so because she enjoyed seeing that the men fancied her and quickly got hard-ons pushing out large bulges in their trousers.
As Olivia sat there sipping her coffee, she could see from her peripheral vision the man at the table next to her staring at her. She was very conscious of the fact that he wasn't staring at her face as much as at her upper body, so maybe her arms or maybe her breasts, but also staring at her legs. Whenever she looked up and made to look sideways, she noticed how the man always looked away, so very conscious of her movements, and probably lacking in confidence.
It was quite usual for Charlie to look at women when on the bus or train or, like this, sitting in a coffee bar, normally looking at their laps and picturing himself lying across them, having his bare bottom spanked by the woman. It was such a long-held fantasy for him, and he hated that it even now remained a fantasy as he had never been spanked.
Olivia always liked it when men were acting like this chap at the next table. So, she had on the table a bottle of water, but the top was still on it. She picked it up and leaned toward the man and said, "Could you possibly open this bottle of water for me, please?"
Olivia saw how the man stuttered, which reinforced her thoughts that he was hardly the most confident of men. She kept a straight face but enjoyed how he was blushing as he took the bottle from her and said, "Of course, Olivia."
That confirmed to Olivia that he had listened to her telephone conversation. Yet he was still blushing as he easily opened the bottle and handed it back to her, without saying anything this time.
As she took the bottle from him, she smiled and asked, "You know my name. What's yours?"
Olivia saw him blushing even a darker red as he replied, "Charlie." She saw he clearly wanted to say something else, but she had noticed this in other men who stared at her, that they saw themselves as being inferior to her. Well, she knew that she was certainly superior to Charlie.
So, to have some fun, Olivia asked, "So which part of my body do you like the best, Charlie?"
Charlie was completely flummoxed by this. He had never been asked that kind of question from any woman, and bearing in mind he liked so many parts of her body, what was he going to answer? In the end, all you could do was stutter an apology although only looking at the table and not at her, saying, "Erm, sorry."
Olivia certainly wasn't going to let it rest there, and pressed with, "Come on, Charlie, which part of my body do you like the best?"
Charlie was still finding it so difficult because Olivia was speaking in such a commanding tone of voice, but, maybe because of that, he replied, "All of it."
Olivia scoffed at that. She knew that so many men made out that they were confident, in charge, and expected everybody to do as they said, but when pressed they were meek and even weak, quite often wanting to be submissive to a woman like her. In fact, the more that she thought about it, the more she thought that Charlie was exactly that type of man.
So, pressing Charlie again, she asked in her authoritative tone of voice, "What would you like me to do to you, Charlie?"
Olivia was enjoying herself watching Charlie clearly struggle with that question. She knew that most men, if they knew that she was joking, would also joke and ask for a blow job. That's when she would tell them, no chance, and either look away or, if she still fancied the man, continue chatting.
Charlie still had at the forefront of his mind picturing himself across Olivia's lap, and right then that was what he knew he wanted from her. He knew that he should lie at such a direct question, but then thought that, just maybe, she would be up for it and give him the real life experience that he had for so long imagined having.
With those thoughts flying through his mind, he replied, "Maybe a spanking?"
That completely threw Olivia, but she assumed that he was joking.
The next moment, Charlie realised he should never have said that, and quickly retracted. "Of course, I'm joking, because who would want a spanking?"
Olivia saw how Charlie was blushing even a deeper red colour, and it struck her that, actually, Charlie did want to be spanked. So, playing with him, she retorted with, "Too late, Charlie. How close to here do you live?"
Charlie swallowed hard as he replied, "Just around the corner." He looked madly around the coffee bar to see if anyone was listening to the conversation.
Charlie quickly looked back at Olivia when she commanded, "Alright then, Charlie. Let's go back to your place and I will give you a spanking. You will be going across my bare thighs and seeing my bare legs really close up. I will be feeling your penis on my thighs, and will have your bottom staring at me and I will spank you, and you will cry, and, possibly, cum."
Charlie's mind was in a real twirl. When he had pictured himself being spanked he knew how he would love the woman's legs to be bare so he would have a close-up view of them, and be across the woman's bare thighs, and reckoned that he would have an erection pressing down on her. How could she know that was his dream, he asked himself. How could he say no, he told himself.
Olivia saw the thoughtful look on Charlie's face and reckoned that he was about to cave in, so she stood up and ordered, "I said, let's go, Charlie. Now get up and let's leave."
When he heard the authoritative command from Olivia, he knew that he was submissive to authoritative women exactly like Olivia, so it was almost automatic that he stood up and followed Olivia out of the coffee bar. Once outside, just minutes later, they arrived at his house.
Once inside the house, Olivia walked straight into the dining room, up to the dining table, turned a chair around into the room, and sat down. She glared up at Charlie and ordered, "Take your trousers and underpants off, and get across my lap."
Charlie knew that as he had walked back from the coffee bar, he was getting more and more nervous at the thought of being spanked for the first time ever, but, equally, knew that he was aroused by the prospect of being spanked by Olivia. She was just so attractive, more so right then because her bare arms and her bare legs were on show, and she spoke with such an authoritative tone of voice. He kept telling himself that everything about her was exactly what he had imagined about the woman who would give him a spanking.
However, now that he was standing in front of Olivia who was seated, and ready to spank him, he didn't know why, maybe it was the thought of the pain, but he hesitated.
Olivia saw the hesitation and took it as a challenge. After all, as an alpha female, she expected those she gave orders to obey her. However, she saw this as being more than just another instruction, but more a test of Charlie's resilience. She therefore said, "You know, Charlie, this is the fantasy you wanted to experience all these years. I'm giving you the chance to experience that fantasy, make it a reality, and, sure, it's going to hurt, you are going to cry, but then you will remember it for a long long time."
Olivia waited a few moments before then saying, "Just look at the bulge in your trousers, Charlie. That tells me you want it, so you have until the count of three to take your trousers and underpants off, or I am getting up and walking out of here. Then you'll regret that forever."
Charlie knew the last thing he wanted was for Olivia to get up and walk away. Actually, that threat was exactly what he did need, and so, even before Olivia could start to count, Charlie bent down and undid his shoes and kicked them off. He then undid his trousers and pushed them down towards the floor, catching his underpants on the way, stepped out of both, and put them on another chair. He then stood still, looking towards Olivia and waiting for her next instruction, feeling tense and unsure, but wanting to be controlled, and spanked.
Olivia smiled to herself as she watched Charlie take off his trousers and underpants. She really did feel like the alpha female ordering those who report to her about, making them do what she told them to, and showing just how she was the one in charge. She smiled again when she saw Charlie standing, naked below the waist except for his socks, but he had a stiff erection already.
In order to increase Charlie's concern, Olivia deliberately picked up her handbag, opened it, and took out her wooden-backed hairbrush. She was looking forward to using that on