She was more than I expected; more in every way. She was taller than I expected, prettier, her hair was lighter brown and longer than in her photos. She was elegant in her LUCKY jeans and PRADA top. Louis Vuitton luggage. Affluent, sophisticated, certainly not just a pretty girl.
I remember an on-line conversation we had once, before we exchanged photos, about movie stars and what movie stars we resemble. I said Steve McQueen (I don't), she said she's been told she looks like a young Carole Bouquet, a famous French actress. I never heard of her but I looked her up on line and even watched a few of her movies. I could see it now, the young Carole Bouquet in "Cet obscur object du desire" .... "That obscure object of Desire." How appropriate.
She liked the way I looked too, thank goodness. "Nicky, you're so tall! You look just like your photos!" We kissed, one on each cheek, very European. I had a limo waiting, I know it's cheesy but it gave us a chance to relax and talk and I wanted to set some rules.
New York is a great city, I said, but some parts are dangerous so don't go out wandering around on your own. Consider me your guardian while you're here and I'll protect you. She laughed. We had had the same conversation on line many times.
"Yes Daddy."
I settled her in her hotel suite and she threw her arms around my neck. "I have some rules too," she warned. "I want lot's of kisses. I expect to be treated with respect. I want to be charmed and seduced; swept off my feet. I want to be fed. And I want you to pay attention to just me. Do you understand?
I did. She was hungry.
"But before we go to lunch, how about a little spanking. Just to warm you up a bit. We've waited so long."
I sat on the bed. She peeled down her tight jeans revealing her expensive, black lace underwear. A slight blush covered her cheeks as she smiled and lowered herself across my lap. I rested my hand on her behind and gave her a little squeeze. She arched the small of her back and tilted up her ass, offering it to me the way she promised in all those on line chats. The spanks echoed like gun shots. "Don't tighten your cheeks," I ordered, "keep them relaxed and soft. It's very submissive for you to just willingly accept the sting of a spanking, isn't it, to just raise up your bottom and offer it to me, isn't it? I delivered a few more loud, stinging spanks to make my point and she just moaned softly without complaint.