He said we had some time so he was going to introduce me to his folks. I blushed suddenly feeling very naked and asked if I should put the scarf back on but he just laughed and said, "My folks are more sophisticated than yours."
They had a lovely large home. He walked in holding my hand and led me to the living room where his folks were watching big screen TV. His Dad was sitting in a big chair while his Mom knelt by his legs with her head resting on his leg while he stroked her hair as if she was a large cat. I no longer felt naked since she was just wearing a thin tight nightgown that hugged a lovely body.
They got up and to my surprise when I was introduced they both hugged and kissed me. My folks were not demonstrative at all. I only saw them kiss on birthdays and New Years. They had to be married at least longer than my folks yet they stood there holding each other. I understood why Ted liked the fact I had not been bashful when she got up and I saw her nightie had a neckline cut below her navel and nearly to her nipples to show her still firm breasts and the skirt was slit to her waist to show the sides of her curvaceous legs.
They said I was beautiful and I felt like a gorgeous model as they had me turn in front of them.
Then Ted's Dad turned to him and said, "That is a lovely dress. Did you choose it for her?"
"Yes. She left the selection to me including the underwear."
I blushed at that but his Dad just said, "Good. Maybe she will be an old-fashioned girl you can settle down with."
Then he dismissed us by saying, "Have a good time." and ominously, "I hope to see you again."
I wondered if he meant old-fashioned in the sense of my being a virgin.If so I was in trouble since I had experimented with sex with my cousins when I was twelve.
At the car I asked, "What did he mean by old-fashioned?"
"Dad hates the feminist movement. He thinks it goes against nature and the Bible since women have been taken care of by men since the cavemen. He thinks a few lesbians have completely screwed up women's minds to lose their proper submission and obedience to men creating a terrible divorce rate and juvenile delinquency since kids are being raised by day care centers rather than their mothers."
I agreed! "I agree. I don't understand their goals. I can't see why holding a boring job is supposed to be a sign of pride. I am proud of my Mom for taking care of me and always being there for me and making our home a good place to live. My folks agree that if the Mom's were home there would not be so many delinquents."
"How do you feel about being obedient?"
"A woman should be obedient to make her husband proud. Hen- pecked men never seem to be very successful."
We were at a stop light and he hugged and kissed me saying, "I think we may be a perfect couple."
I hoped so. He was the man I had dreamed of and I planned to make him very happy.
At school I was a star! Boys gathered around us for a closer look and the girls looked envious. Ted was very attentive and made a point of introducing me to seniors I had not met forcing compliments by asking, "Isn't she beautiful?"
He never left my side except to get me punch and danced almost all the dances with me until he had to go to the bathroom. A boy asked me to dance and I did without thinking about it enjoying even more compliments.
I realized I had made a mistake when I noticed he had returned and was glaring at me.
The boy returned me to him and thanked me for the dance.
When he left, Ted said, I thought you were my date. Why are you dancing with other boys? Have you seen me dancing with other girls? If you want your freedom you can have it."
At that he left me and began dancing with a senior girl I thought was at least as pretty as me. I felt hurt and jealous then began hating myself.
I went over to him as he was leaving the girl and said, "I am sorry. Please don't punish me by dancing with other girls."
"Well how should I punish you?"
That took me by surprise. It left no doubt to either of us that I should be punished but I didn't want him to abandon me so I would have to suffer the humiliation of the smirks and whispering of the other girls. I could only think of one way I had been punished.
I stammered, "I,I don't know. Daddy used to spank me when I was little and did something bad."
"Did that make you good?"
"Yes, and it made me feel better because he always forgave me and hugged me when it was over."
"Would you feel better if I spanked you?"
"I guess so if it would let you forgive me."
"I'll think about it. Let's go home."
On the way back he quizzed me about my spankings and I told him that if Dad was real mad he would use his belt.
"Where did he hit you?"
"On my butt and upper thighs."
"How many times did he hit you?"
"I don't remember. He did it until my butt and thighs were red and I was crying."
"Did you hate him for hurting you?"
"Oh no! He wouldn't have done it if I hadn't deserved it."
He just said, "I see." and remained silent for the rest of the way to his house. He didn't seem mad anymore And I thought just saying I would let him spank me made him forgive me. I thought I was safe at his house because his parents might hear us and he seemed to confirm this by making us drinks and having me sit beside him on the couch sipping them while he held his arm around my waist.
He finished the drink and got up and held out his hand. I thought he was going to get another so I finished mine and handed him my glass but he just sat the glasses on the coffee table and said, "Are you ready for your spanking?"
"We can't. I may cry and your parents might hear us."
"They aren't here. They went to Seattle for the weekend."
I was suddenly frightened. It had been years since I was spanked but I remembered it had hurt.
"Oh do you have to?"
"I thought you wanted me to forgive you?"
"I do. I am just a little scared."
"I want to be sure you agree you deserve this. Take off my belt and get on your knees to hand it to me and ask me to spank you."
I had resigned myself to be spanked but this added the humiliation of asking for it. I hesitated.
He stood there a moment then said, "Alright. I will take you home."
I knew if he did he would never be with me again.I decided I should get the punishment I deserved. I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his belt to slip it out of the loops then handed it to him saying, "Please spank me I deserve it."
"On your butt?"
"Yes and my thighs until they are real red and you know it hurts by my crying."
My humiliation was not over. He told me to take off my dress and panties although they provided no protection then had me fold my arms on the back of the couch and rest my head on them.
I had never felt so naked and vulnerable. My boobs were hanging down and trembling and he pulled my legs apart so I knew he could see my pussy. I was sorry I had followed the other cheerleaders lead in having it waxed so no hair would show around the tights.
Then there was a whir followed by a sting and a "Slap!" To my surprise it didn't hurt bad. Then there were more but they still didn't hurt a lot and I was just aware of my boobs swinging as I flinched with each one and a growing tingle on my ass.
Then he got to my thighs and the belt looped around one then the other to cause a sharper sting to the tender inner thighs really close to my pussy. I found I was getting excited.
But then he said, "You aren't crying. I must not be hitting hard enough."
He started at the top again and now the sting was much worse but I seemed to have become used to it. I didn't begin to cry until terrible stings hit my thighs so close to my pussy it was vibrating.