OVER HIS KNEES
He stood on the corner of Thurlow and Davie, scanning the Saturday afternoon crowds
for a small figure in a burgundy coat. They'd arranged to meet at two, it was now three
twenty. Most of his acquaintances would have given up by now and gone home to watch the
football or to the pub for a consolatory pint, but not Grant. She was supposed to be at
the coffee shop at two. She would arrive, he knew it, felt it in his bones and in the
itchiness which plagued his hand. There would be a penalty to pay and he suspected she
knew that too, might even have planned this heinous deed. He wondered if she watched him,
smiling, from a hidden vantage point. His hand twitched.
"I'm so sorry I'm late!"
He hadn't seen her approach, yet suddenly she was there, pink cheeked and flustered,
her heavy coat open, a velvet scarf thrown carelessly about her throat. He thought of
taking one end in each hand and pulling until her tongue popped out like one of those
antique money banks. She smiled, flushed.
"You wouldn't believe the trouble I've had getting here. There was an emergency at
Broadway station and everyone had to get off and catch the trolley bus downtown. You
should have seen the line-up, people everywhere. I had to walk back a couple of stops to
beat the crowd. But I'm here now. Thank you for waiting!"
The speech was delivered in a breathless, excited tone and Grant remembered the
reason for their rendezvous. Somehow the urge for clandestine hanky-panky had worn off a
little with the sidewalk vigil and he had something a little more emphatic in mind.
"Really."
She looked up at him, all blue eyes and mild indignation.
"If you don't believe me, you can telephone the transit company! Why, if I hadn't
left the house early, just to be on the safe side, I would have been even later and you
probably would have gone home in disgust by now."
Never in a million years, girlie. The sun could set and rise and I'd still be here,
just waiting for the pleasure of applying my hand to your helpless, wriggling little bare
bottom.
"Come with me, Miss Smith. There's something we have to discuss."
The young woman's eyebrows disappeared beneath her sweat-damped fringe. She really
was looking quite bedraggled. For a brief moment she almost looked frightened, then her
face lightened and she laughed out loud.
"You sound just like a grumpy old school teacher! Are you going to give me lines to
write out, sir? Have I been a naughty girl?"
Yes, indeed you have, Miss Smith, and you'll discover the consequence soon enough…
Grant laughed too, but there was something ironic in his tone that made the girl
look up. Her smile froze, she bit her bottom lip.
Grant felt his cock stir and thicken at her confusion. With an alligator grin, he
fondled the truck keys in his pocket.
"I think we shall take a nice drive out to Spanish Banks, you and I."
"It's a lovely day for it! Quite warm for this time of year. I'm going to have to
take this coat off."
That's for sure, my dear young lady!
They walked to his vehicle, Grant whistling nonchalantly as he watched the young
girl's bottom squirm rhythmically beneath her short, tight skirt. He was going to enjoy
this one…
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