Bad Ending to a Perfect Evening

After she got home, Brandy checked her phone and found a text from Kyle. They texted back and forth and set up a date. Nothing fancy this time, just some burgers and a walk in the park. She took a long, hot shower, washing away the chlorine and the stress of the day. That evening, Kyle picked Brandi up in his car, a bright red Mustang that she had always admired.

The night air was mild and they decided to roll with the windows down. The car's roar and the wind in her hair made her feel like they were embarking on an adventure. Kyle pulled up to a drive-thru and they ordered fast food burgers and fries. Once they had their food, they drove to a nearby park, finding a secluded picnic table.

"So, Brandi, how'd that thing go with Marty? What was that all about?" Kyle asked, taking a bite of his burger.

Brandi sighed, feeling a sense of exhaustion. "It actually went a lot better than I expected. I finally stood up to Marty, though I may be looking for a new job."

Kyle reached across the table to take Brandi's hand. "I'm sorry to hear that. You could do way better, if Marty is dumb enough to fire you. You're too good for that kind of treatment."

After finishing their meal, they walked to the playground, holding hands and laughing. They played on the swings, the monkey bars, and even the slide. Brandi felt like a carefree child again, and she cherished the moments they shared. As they goofed around on the swings, Kyle leaned in, whispering into Brandi's ear. "You know, I've been wanting to do this for all day." He leaned in, their lips meeting softly in a tender kiss.

Brandi's heart raced, and she responded to his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. As they pulled apart, Kyle smiled, his eyes filled with love. "How about we find a quiet spot in the park, where we can be alone."

Brandi blushed, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "Sounds perfect." Feeling a surge of confidence, she confided, "I think I'm ready to take things with you, with us, to the next level, too. I've been thinking about it."

As the night progressed, Kyle and Brandi found a quiet spot in the park, where they could be alone. They lay down on the grass, gazing into each other's eyes. The air was thick with the anticipation of what was to come. The rest of the evening was filled with tender moments. Their lips met softly, and Brandi felt a surge of warmth and desire. They continued to kiss, their hands roaming, exploring one another's bodies.

Kyle's hands gently traced the contours of Brandi's body, sending shivers down her spine. She felt **** and exposed, yet safe and cherished in his arms. They took their time, exploring and savoring each other's touch. They finally ceased their sweaty fumblingd and made their way back to the car, hand in hand, with just enough time to spare for curfew. After a wonderful evening with Kyle, Brandi was dropped off at her house.

"Brandi," said Kyle, running a hand through her hair, "I had a great time tonight." He got out and opened the door for her and she climbed out.

"Me too, Kyle," she leaned into him. "It was a perfect evening, in every way."

"Goodnight, beautiful," he said, leaning in to steal on last kiss. She watched as he drove away. Upon entering her home, Brandi was greeted by her mother, who hugged her and inquired about the date. Brandi shared that it was a fantastic evening, and they celebrated with some ice cream while they talked.

After enjoying their dessert, Brandi hugged her mom and told her she was going to bed, though her mind was still soaring from the evening. She began to change out of her clothes when she heard a text come in. Sitting on her bed in just panties, she checked her phone.

The text was from a number that she didn't recognize, and contained no message and only a single link, to a website called motherless.com. Brandi was about to delete it as spam, when she noticed the file name in the link was 'brandis-birthday-spanking.' A cold lump formed in her stomach as she tried to find the courage to click on the link.

"Oh, God," she said to herself in horror, "What have I done?"