Act Your Age - Out to Eat

Shane, a directionless 20 year old living with his parents and attending community college, is sitting on his porch one lazy day when he spots Grant a new next door neighbor.  Grant is handsome, older, and successful.  Shane is attracted to the older man, wants to start a relationship but Grant has just gotten out of a long-term relationship with a man and isn’t ready for commitment. 

Worse, he sees Shane as too young, too impulsive, and misbehaved, but when Shane won’t give up Grant challenges him to a little discipline.

Out of habit I took my phone from my pocket as we sat down at the dinner table.  Grant seemed to be distracted by the restaurant, the menu, and we hadn’t talked for a while so I just thought I’d pass the time.  I thumbed through my programs and found a game I liked so I started it.  My eyes were on the screen when the waitress came to our table and I didn’t even look up.

“What will it be?”

“I’ll have a cola,” I said.  “I don’t care which brand.”

“And for you?”

“I’ll have a coffee,” he said.  “Thank you.”

She walked away and I heard him clear his throat, but I didn’t look up.  I continued with my game even when she returned though I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was setting down both drinks.  I heard him say, “thank you” and I echoed the sentiments.  She paused a moment but he signaled to her that we needed more time.

“That was very rude,” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“You were rude to the waitress,” he said.

I paused the game and looked over at him.  I could tell he was serious so I looked for the waitress.  Had she been there I would have apologized and thanked her more sincerely but she was gone.  I looked back to him as he picked up the menu, but when he seemed distracted again I returned to my game.

“Do you know what you’re having?” he asked.

“Just a burger and fries,” I said.

He didn’t respond and my score was getting higher so I focused my energy on the game.  Finally he closed the menu and sat back, drank from his coffee, then put it back down.  I thought to drink from my soda but didn’t want to pause again.  I felt him begin to stare at me and I thought about my parents who got annoyed with me always playing some game and I thought to stop, put it away, and apologize but it felt too good to be lost in that digital world and I didn’t like the idea of passing the time.  I didn’t like small talk and idle conversation.

“Do you feel up for dessert?” he asked.  “They have a sundae here that looks pretty good.”

“That’s just the advertisement,” I said.  It felt like I was talking to my parents and the next words out of my mouth were what I would have said to them, not what I should have said to him.  “Don’t bother me, I’ve got a really high score.”

I regretted the words right after I spoke them so I apologized but continued to play.  He crossed his arms and I thought about stopping but I didn’t want to concede, not now, not over this.  When the waitress returned he sat up but I stayed focused.

“I’ll have the steak salad.  He’ll have the hamburger and fries with a side of Ranch dressing.  And can we get some chicken wings for an appetizer?”

“Mild or hot?” she asked.

“Hot,” he said.

“If that’s everything just let me go place your order.  You shouldn’t have long to wait for the appetizers.  I’ll be back shortly.”

“Thank you,” he said.

She walked away and he took another sip from his coffee before setting it back down.  This time he leaned across the table to me.  I knew it was serious.  I felt a jolt in the middle of my spine that struck out into my gut and I could feel it clench.

“When we get home you have a lesson to learn about some manners,” he said.

I paused the game and looked at him.  He was serious.  I knew exactly how he would teach me that lesson.  My ass clenched, the chair felt more solid, but everything else was flying away from me in all directions until there were just his eyes, steady in a mask of seriousness.

“Wait, no, I’m sorry.  I was just playing my game.”

“Too late,” he said.

“Aw, come on,” I said.

He shook his head and leaned back.  It was over.  I knew what was going to happen when we left the restaurant.  I knew what was going to happen when we got home.  I turned off the game and set my phone down on the table.  I looked to make sure no one else was around, especially the waitress.

“Can we talk about this?” I asked.

“You don’t want to talk,” he said.  “You’d rather be playing that game.”

I looked to it.  Even at that point it was still appealing, some escape from what I was feeling, some escape from my future, but I stopped myself from picking it back up.

“Look I was just distracting myself.  It’s so boring and I knew you’d order for me.”

“That’s a poor excuse,” he said.  “You were rude to the waitress.  You didn’t even thank her the last time she was at the table.”  He paused when she got close and asked if everything was all right, which he said it was as he looked to her, but then returned his gaze to me.  “She’s not someone to ignore.  She works hard and she doesn’t deserve the way you treated her.”

“I’ll apologize,” I said.

“What about me?” he asked.

I looked to the game.

“I’ll put it away,” I said.

“Too late,” he said.

He reached across the table and picked up my phone.  I was too late.  I hadn’t acted fast enough.  I watched him turn it off, then put it in his pocket.  It was my phone.  I paid for it myself.  I wanted it back.  I wanted the game back.  I looked around to see if anyone else had seen what he did, but no one was paying attention to us.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, “but I need my phone back.”

“I’ll give it to you at the end of the night,” he said.

“That’s not fair.  It’s mine.”

“And you were being rude,” he replied.

“Just give it back,” I said.

“No,” he said.

I sat back and crossed my arms.  I knew I was only making it worse for myself but I was angry, and worse I knew there was nothing I could do about it.  I knew he was right but I didn’t like the feeling.  He could be very thorough with his punishment, at least a spanking, maybe wash out my mouth.  I began to pout though I worried I was only raising the stakes.  Did I just elevate from over the knee with the hand to something else?  Would he use the brush or worse?  Would I get the belt?

We waited like that until she came with the chicken wings.  The smell of them instantly reminded me of how hungry I was and when she set them down in the middle of the table with two plates it felt like it was bringing us back together.  I knew he had ordered them for the both of us but something in me made me want to resist.

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Everything is fine,” he said.

“Do you want other types of dressing?”

“No, this is fine,” he answered.

“Well, enjoy,” she said before leaving.

“Sit up and have a chicken wing,” he said.

“No,” I replied.  I regretted that it made me sound petty.

I watched him put a few wings on his plate, then begin to eat.  The wings looked delicious and they smelled great but thinking about being punished later made me not want to participate.  I looked away.

“Are you going to give me the silent treatment?”

I didn’t answer.

“You have what you have coming anyway.  You might as well enjoy the food.  Come on, sit up and eat something.”

I looked to him.  It felt as if he was pleading with me now.  I decided to take pity on him and sat up, took a wing and cup of dressing.  There were lots of other people around us talking.  Their ambient sound somehow made me forget for a moment so I started eating, but maybe it was just to blend in with them, not signify to them something was wrong.  We split the bowl and cleaned our fingers with naps that had been left for us.  It wasn’t long after that our entrees arrived.

Half way through the burger, as I was feeling full, I remembered that as pleasant as it was there was still going to be pain afterwards.  I might forget.  I might even convince myself that I could get him to forget but I knew he wouldn’t.  I could take him out drinking.  I could tell him my life story until he was bored, but it wouldn’t be enough.  We’d still be in that room.  He’d still sit on that chair.  I’d still be over his lap with my pants and underwear down around my ankles.

“Any dessert?” she asked.

“I’ll have the sundae.  Maybe I can talk him into a few bites,” he said.

“I’ll be right back,” she said.

He began to eat.  I wanted that sugary taste, just a little to ease my stomach.  He saw my interest and pushed the extra spoon across the table.  I sat up again, took the spoon, then leaned over the table to the dish as he offered it.  I took a spoonful, put it in my mouth, but suddenly it tasted bitter instead of sweet.  Despite the feeling I cleaned the spoon, set it back down and motioned I didn’t want anymore.

“Don’t like it?” he asked.

“No,” I said.


******

As soon as I sat down in the car everything about me changed.  I was angrier.  He still had my phone.  He was still going to punish me.  Everything I ate suddenly felt twice as large in my stomach and I still had half of a burger in a take home container.

“Just give me back my phone and when we get back I’ll just go to my place.  I don’t want to play this game anymore.”

“Were you rude to the waitress?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Were you rude to me?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Did you continue to be rude through the whole meal?”

It was that threat of a spanking that had ruined.  No, not a threat, a promise, the promise of being punished.  It was his fault.  No, it was my fault.  I knew I had no ground but I didn’t want to compromise.  I didn’t want to surrender.  I had everything I was going to get coming to me.

“Just take me home,” I said.

“Do you really want to end this?  You’ve been making so many improvements.”

I sighed.

“I don’t want to end this.  I just, after everything today.  I guess I wasn’t in a good mood and playing games helps me.  I just wanted, I don’t know, to feel better.”

“But you didn’t.  That game didn’t improve anything.  You could have talked to me.  You could have said something but instead you chose to escape and when I called you on it you just ignored me.”

“I didn’t ignore you,” I said.

“Yes, you did.  Now, if we are going to continue this then I want you to slip your pants and your underwear down right now and get over my lap.”

I looked him in the eye.  It was dark.  We were in the back of the parking lot.  There wasn’t anyone else around.  It was unlikely someone would see me, but hear me?  They might just hear me if he gave me a good spanking.  I wanted to refuse.  I wanted to get spanked.  It was a mixture of feelings that made me want to strike out in anger and cry at the same time.

I unbuckled my belt, put my thumbs in the waistband of my pants and underwear, the dress slacks and white briefs he had picked out for me to go job hunting.  I pushed them down, all of the way to my ankles, felt the leather on my bare ass for a moment before he signaled for me to lay across his lap.  I looked out but no one was around, not even a  sound in the parking lot.  I got up, knees on the space in the middle of the bench seat, hands out towards the door.  I worked myself into position until my ass was vulnerable.

He swatted me a few times.  Everything I had felt all day, my feeling of anger, my feeling of regret, my embarrassment felt like it was in my bones.  The pain began to build, but it was familiar despite his force.  The pain held in my cheeks, each strike felt like it went through my body then back again to those two points, those two soft, round globes.  I swear it wasn’t the pain though that cause me to cry at first.  It was everything else.  I finally had some way to release myself, some place where I could be weak.

I sobbed quietly into my forearms and he paused for a moment, shifted me a little, then continued.  I cried as he spanked me.  Me over his lap in his car and in a parking lot.  We were so vulnerable.  I was so vulnerable and yet with him I felt safe.  One cheek then the other in a rhythm that echoed in the enclosed space until my sobs got louder.

It was a struggle to not scream, to bring attention neither of us wanted, but I did it, though the sound of him hitting my ass wasn’t much quieter.  It ringed in my ears as I cried everything out over his thighs.  It felt good to have done it.  I felt relieved.  I felt empty in some satisfying way. 

Finally, I begged him to stop which he did.  I felt my shirt halfway up my back.  All emotion was gone from me.  I felt my pants and underwear around my ankles which had become locked around each other.  My cock and balls smashed against his leg.  I felt as if I had gone through a great darkness only to return to my body in that car. 

“Have you learned your lesson?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” I said.

“Get up,” he said.

Once I had the strength I pushed myself up from his lap and back to my seat where I sat for a moment and yelped in pain only to reach for my pants and underwear and drag them up over my red, bruised butt.  When I sat back down I leaned onto the door, shifted as far as I could on one end of a cheek.

“What lesson did you learn?”

“To be more respectful to you and to other people.  I won’t play my games at the dinner table when we’re out to eat.”

“And?”

The question caught me off guard at first as I wiped the tears away from my eyes.  I felt my face was red, possibly as red as my ass, snot clogged my nose.  It felt like everything was trying to leave my body, even me.  I thought for a moment about what had happened, then I remembered what he had told me in the car.

“That I should talk to you and tell you what I’m feeling instead of distracting myself.”

“Good,” he said.  “Now buckle up.”

It hurt to shift when I did, but I managed to do it without crying or yelling, but once it was in place I went back to the farthest part of skin I could.  It barely felt better than my whole ass but it was something.

We drove back in silence.  I fell asleep by the time we got there, but awoke when he pulled into the driveway.  He parked the car, turned off the headlights and ignition, undid his seat belt.  I watched him get out, go the house door, unlock it and open it.  I thought for a moment he would forget about me, but then I saw him headed back to the car.   I moved away from the door before he opened it.  He reached down, undid my seatbelt, then put his arm around my back, under my thighs, and lifted me out.  I felt safe and warm in his arms.  He carried me inside to the bathroom where he set me on my feet.  I leaned against the counter and he started the water before going back and closing the main door. 

When he got back to me he turned me a little, undid my shirt, my belt buckle was all ready open, so he undid my pants and helped me out of them.  He stripped me down, put his hand on my shoulder and led me over to the tub where I stepped inside and lowered myself into the water.  I positioned myself on the least amount of my ass possible, leaned back into the tub to decrease the weight. 

He waited until the water was past my navel before he turned it off.  It felt strangely rewarding after such a punishment but then again there had been two parts to my day.  There had been one part where I worked really hard and had been successful and another when I had failed miserably.

At his urging I leaned forward and he slowly did my back.  There was barely any feeling in my ass, just small twinges.  When I was clean he helped me out and dried me off, hugged me, then sent me on my way to the bed.  I walked as best I could, trying not to stretch anything too far, but I listened to him getting into the shower.

I wanted to go back and be with him.  I wanted to be in the shower.  I wanted to help bathe him, but I knew I was too tired.  I made my way to the bed where I got in face down and closed my eyes.  I fell asleep before he got out but I woke to him at the side of the bed and I rolled onto my side.  He got in behind me, moved up close and kissed me on the neck just behind my ear before I fell asleep again.