From: misslilyo@aol.com
Subject: Z-New Story:  THE DATE by MissLilyO (M/F, con)
Date: 19 Nov 1996 13:32:12 GMT

Hi, guys!  This little bit o' silliness flashed into my sleepless brain
this morning.  It contains references to spanking and sex--two of my
favorite subjects, but not subjects for the under-18 set, and not too
interesting to anybody who doesn't think bare-bottomed spankings are
enough to set your heart racing.  Hope you like it.
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THE DATE by MissLilyO

"Come in, Central Control."

"Central Control here.  What is it, Hunch?"

"Well, I think we'd better gear up for some activity, General.  I
have a strong feeling things are going to get really dicey
tonight."

"I'll appreciate your working closely with me on this one,
Hunch," replied Central Control.  "Stay in touch.  Central
Control out."

Central began checking in with all the key players.

"Visual Surveillance, what have you got for me?"

"Toney place, General," was the immediate reply.  "But we're
having trouble focusing on anything but the eyes.  They're big
and brown and the lashes are out to here and..."

"Here, here!" scolded Central.  "I think I get the point.  Stay
vigilant."  Turning attention elsewhere, Central called again.
"Audio, what's happening."

"Elevator music, clinking of glasswear--sounds like good crystal
from the sound of it--smooth, melodious voice, dreamy."

Central Control sighed.  Hunch was right, it was gonna be a
loooong night.

Emotional Reaction was suddenly on the line.  "Heads up, Central
Control!" came the urgent message.  "Just heard from Audio.
Apparently this is a sensitive, 90's kinda guy and he's saying
all the right things.  I think we need a little rev at the pump
station, General.  We're getting pretty swoony down here.  Are
you ready for this?  Visual just placed a conference call with
Audio and said he raised an eyebrow and teased about spanking
her."

"Oh god!" exclaimed Central.  "Yellow alert!  Yellow alert!"

The klaxon was deafening, but it had the desired effect.  Right
on schedule the departments started contacting Central Control.
With the smooth efficiency that won Central the right to call the
shots, requests were fielded and orders dispatched.

"Sexual Response, that's a ten-four.  Let's get that lubrication
dispatched ASAP!  Pump Master, get some blood to those labia.
Clit, rise and shine, honey!  Breasts, high beam, girls.  Chop
chop!  Pump Master, a little blush if you please.  Visual, let's
make her peepers sparkle a little.  Emotional Reaction, let's go
into mild brat mode, on the double.  Yes, that means you,
tongue.  Out you go--and make it cute!"

Moments later, Audio was on the horn.  "That did it!  Brilliant,
General!  Your little tactic brought a solid promise to take this
young lady back to his place and show her what happens to naughty
brats who stick out their tongues in restaurants!"

"YESSS!" gloated Central.  "Visual, how are things?"

"Chief, I'd say this guy just grew another couple of inches
taller from where we sit."

Sexual Response purred lasciviously.  "It's for sure SOMEthing
grew a couple of inches, Visual.  Processing your report, I'd say
it was the tent under his napkin!"

"That's enough of that," snapped Central Control.  "We have work
to do.  Audio, report please."

"Will the rest of you guys please pipe down?" begged Audio.
"He's whispering."

"So what's he saying," said Central impatiently.

"I quote," replied Audio, " ...'you are so beautiful.  I never
ever admitted to anyone that I get so turned on by the idea of a
bare-bottomed spanking.  It is something I've always felt, but I
never dreamed anyone would feel like that too.  And then I got my
computer and found out...."

Central goosed Verbal Response a little.  "Make it sincere,"
ordered the General.

Obediently, she replied, "Oh, yes!  I was so amazed to find out I
wasn't alone.  B-but I've never really, um, I never have been,
well, s-spanked, except in my...."

"Pump House, more blush.  NOW!"

"...my fantasies."

"Hunch, what do you say?"

"I have a good feeling about this guy, Chief.  I read 'honest,
sincere, decent.'  Loves his mother.  Good manners.  Kind eyes."

"He could be Jeffrey Dahmer, Hunch.  Jeff loved HIS mother too."

"Nope, I don't think so, Chief.  My feelings are very strong on
this one.  He's different.  There's some real depth here.  And
judging from Emotional Reaction and Sexual Response, we'd have a
hell of a time putting on the brakes now anyhow."

"Okay, Hunch, I'm counting on you," replied Central.  Suddenly
Central got a shock!  "Feet!!!" shouted the General.  "Who gave
you the orders to slip off the shoes and do that thing to his
crotch under the table?"

"Nobody, General," came the chagrined reply.  "Just sort of
improvised."

"I'm partly to blame, Chief," purred Sexual Response.  "He's just
SUCH a turn on, I can't keep from touching him.  Ohhh, we're
going to need a lot more moisture.  And extra heat to the pulse
points where she put on the perfume, please."

The Chief sighed.  "Listen, all of you.  Check with me before you
do anything rash, will you?  Show a little responsibility here,
guys."

Emotional Reaction sent a powerful message.  "Chief, it's time.
We're going for it!"

"Second that!" chimed in Hunch.   And moments later Hunch added,
"Wow!  Tactile just reported in and said he's holding her hand.
We can't WAIT to get out of here!"

"What's he saying now, Audio?" requested Central Control.

Audio tuned in the receptors.  "...such a naughty girl.  When we
get to my place, you are to go straight to the corner and pull
your dress up to your waist so I can see those little panties.
When I think it's time, you're going to go right over my knee
with that sweet little fanny lifted up high, down will come those
panties, and THEN I'm going to spank that naughty bare bottom
till it glows like a desert sunset!  And then, I'm going to slide
my fingers into your sweet little..."

"RED ALERT!" cried Central.  "All personnel to their stations!
**********
The handsome man smiled into her sparkling eyes.  He couldn't
believe that maybe, just maybe he'd found the girl of his
dreams.  But here she was, this vision, shyly admitting she'd
dreamed of being spanked, her perky breasts vying with her sweet
round bottom and pretty face for his visual feasting.  And when
he saw her response to his whispered threat of a naughty girl
spanking, he felt his heart rate increase, his groin tighten in
readiness.  Signaling the waiter, he took her hand in his.
"Check please!"




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