It begins casual. A normal day. My dom and I hanging out at our local bar with all of our friends. We’re laughing, having a good time, then I make a jibe. Nothing too bad, just a little poking fun. Everyone laughs… except Him. He gets a little smirk, raises an eyebrow. I feel a little painful squeeze on my thigh, but I’m feeling naughty so when the opportunity arises again I make another joke at His expense. This time He laughs a little, and I smile thinking I got away with it. Then He grabs my wrist, pulls me quickly over His lap. I gasp and struggle – not in front of everyone! I apologize, trying to laugh it off like a joke. Like we’re just playing. He laughs too, pulling up my skirt just a bit. My friends are silent, shocked. I try to get up but He holds fast. I feel my face go red, beads of sweat between my thighs.
“Don’t worry,” He says, “She knows what she’s done. Isn’t that right, baby?”
I’m silent, too humiliated to speak. I manage a tiny nod while I stare at the ground.