She was very nervous. I had her put her hands on the table in front of us. I placed my hands over hers and called her princess. I could see in her eye... that she had not ever been addressed in that manner in public. She smiled like a shy teenager. I ordered her drink (decaf as she was already shaking) and we talked for some time. Let’s call her Brenda for this story.It was time for us to leave when Brenda asked if we could meet again. I never addressed her by her birth babe. I only called her. To me, they were perfect.Eventually, I managed to speak. “Hi, it’s finally nice to meet you in person.” “It’s nice to meet you, too,” she said, her eyes sparkling. My insecurities were fading but, having never been confident in the company of the opposite sex, I was still somewhat flustered and blurted, “If I remember rightly, it’s Róisín, right?”“Correct.” There was a light, amused tone to her voice and she cocked her head to one side. “Róisín O’Connor, actually.”It was the first time she’d. He spanks me over and over again, and he spanks me hard. He makes me count every spank and if I miss one he spanks me harder. As I moan with excitement he reaches around and pinches my nipple and instructs me to shut the fuck up and start walking. I smile quietly. He says nothing as we walk the rest of the way, looking straight ahead. If I try to say anything, he tells me to “fucking walk faster”. I can see from the hard lump in his trousers that he is as desperate to get home as I am. As we. And then the more daring part! It took me a couple of minutes to build up the courage to actually do it. Finally, I reached for the latch behind the door, turned the knob and with an inaudible slam, shut the door.Even though I had rehearsed the plan number of times in my mind and thought very much in detail, the actual reality of the situation hit my mind at once. I had voluntarily locked myself out of the apartment naked. Walking around naked with a robe in my hand was daring equally by.