Dinner was quite enjoyable and afterwards He took me around the city showing me the sites. He is such the renaissance Man. We went to the old train station and He explained it was art deco and really quite amazing as we walked up to the building. It was definitely art deco at it's best, some of the best work I had ever seen, even in Chicago.
     We drove around while He pointed out points of interest, it was all very relaxed and enjoyable. I couldn't stop looking over at Him, wondering what He was thinking. I saw Him glance at me from the corner of His eye a couple of times. Never once did it show on His face that He was anything less than comfortably relaxed. I on the other hand was tied in knots. I tried not to show it, to this day I don't know if i succeeded or not. It isn't something that was ever mentioned.
     My heart was beating double time as we pulled into the driveway at His house. I glanced up quickly to see if there was any sign that He was hearing it as loudly as I was. It sounded like a bass drum pounding in my ears. He had only given me one rule since our meeting, that being I was not allowed to wear panties when at home. I still wasn't quite sure if this had been said to me teasingly or if He had been serious when He said it.
     I decided I would simply do nothing; that way, if He had been serious, I was sure He would say something again. If He hadn't been then I wouldn't make myself look silly by walking in the door and removing them. Which, all in all, seemed like a very embarrassing thing to do. I glided past Him as He held the door for me and murmured thankYou as I smiled up at Him.
     We sat down, me on the couch, He in His favorite chair. He looked rather intently at me for a moment before saying, "Remove your panties." No lead up, no conversation, just one firm statement that left no room for disobeying.  I took a deep breath as I stood and removed them.
A soft smile lit His eyes and a barely perceptible nod of approval were the only acknowledgment of my compliance.
     "Come here, over my knee now." He was looking at me "that way" I panicked a moment, all I could think of to say was, "but I didn't do anything." His soft smile showed, even  though I am quite certain He was trying to conceal it. One eyebrow lifted as He looked at me, "I didn't say you had done anything. I told you to get over my knee."
     I very much wanted to bolt from the room, or to reason with Him that perhaps well perhaps this wasn't the right time. Seconds became minutes as I sat looking at Him and He at me.  After what seemed like an hour and could have in reality been no more than a few minutes I stood and walked over to Him. He nodded encouragingly. I took a deep breath and bent over His knee as He requested. I could at least be thankful He could not see the bright blush that painted my face at the thought of being so exposed to Him.
     "Now, spread your legs," He said firmly. Oh gawd, my face was flaming but again I followed His instructions. There I was my bottom resting naked on top  of His lap, my legs spread my eyes squeezed tightly shut. I'm sure now I must have been holding my breath as I waited for Him to begin.
     Instead, I hear Him say softly. "Very good, this is what I want you to do any time I tell you I want you over my knee. Is that understood young lady." I nodded my head, then realizing He probably couldn't see it I whispered softly, "Yes, Sir" ... "Good, you may get up now, but know that I will ask you many times this weekend to get over my knee. I expect you to do just as you did now and promptly. Is that understood young lady?" Again came my soft, "Yes, Sir" as I was released and helped to stand.
     I was so relieved to be on my feet, my shirt covering my bottom! Yet, I was also strangely confused, my mind did not know what to think of these unusual circumstances. I was beginning to think He really would not spank me, at least not tonight. I took a deep breath and asked softly if I could go to the patio for a smoke. He said of course and we went out to sit beneath the  glorious stars to chat.

The journey continues....