Date begins

Reggie took a nap, then showered, put on some cologne, and dressed in his best jeans, a white oxford button down shit and a blue blazer. He walked to see Tuesday. At her house, Todd Sr answered the door and let him in and into the living room. "You're a bit early," said Todd, "I'm sure Tuesday will be down shortly."

"Of course," said Reggie, "So how did you punish Beverly for wearing those boring cotton panties earlier?"

Beverly, who was now dressed in jeans and a t-shirt gasped.

"Um," said Todd, "I haven't punished her yet. I guess I forgot."

"Women in relationships should never wear boring cotton panties, only lace, silk or satin," said Reggie. "The appropriate punishment is to tie her up, spank her ass until he's red and very sore, which will get her very horny then let her stew in her horniness and withhold sex. Keep her tied up and spank her every half hour until she is so horny she'll burst, then fuck her up the ass while bending her over the toilet and dunking her head in it."

"Of course!" said Todd, "I can't believe I haven't done that yet!" He turned to Beverly who was visibly trembling now. "Upstairs now, bitch!"

Todd led his wife upstairs.

Several minutes later, Tuesday came down stairs. She was wearing a dark ruby red sleeveless dress that came down to mid-thigh and showed a lot of cleavage. She wore red two-inch heels and dark red lipstick. She came down and gave Reggie and air kiss so as not to mess up her lipstick. "I changed outfits four times over the past hour," she confessed. "I wanted to look so sexy for you!"

"You did great," said Reggie. He stepped back and looked at her. "Spin around."

Tuesday spun around, and when her back was to Reggie, he gave her a playful smack on the ass.

They left, taking Todd Sr's Jaguar and drove to Cafe du Chalet, a fine French restaurant. They walked in and up to the hostesss, a tall, thin woman in her forties with her dark brunette hair pulled back tightly in a pony tail. "Good evening," she said, "Do you have a reservation?"

"GIVE THIS COUPLE A TABLE IN THE SECTION OF YOUR MOST ATTRACTIVE WAITRESS RIGHT NOW."

"Oh, I have a table ready for you," the woman said. "Right this way." She took two menus and led Reggie and Tuesday to a table for two by a window overlooking an ornamental pond with lanterns floating on it. "Enjoy your meal. Emily will be with you shortly."

Emily was a very pretty, petite, redhead with thick bangs and a long wavy pony tail. She had bright green eyes and high cheek bones. She wore black slacks under a long black apron and and white blouse. "I'm Emily, and it's my pleasure to wait on you. Can I get you started with drinks?"

"YOU KNOW THEY ARE BOTH OLD ENOUGH TO DRINK **** AND YOU HAVE CHECKED THEIR IDS. YOU TRUST WHATEVER THIS YOUNG MAN SAYS, BELIEVE WHATEVER HE SAYS, AND WILL DO WHATEVER HE SAYS WITHOUT QUESTION."

"Bring us a bottle of your finest cab sauv," said Reggie.

"Very good, sir," said Emily. She turned and left, and Reggie admired Emily's firm bubble butt.

Reggie turned and saw Tuesday took notice of his admiration of Emily's butt. He smiled, "So Tuesday, I assume you enjoy being a subservient fuck toy in the bedroom like all proper young ladies," he said getting right to the point.

"Oh, yes, of course," Said Tuesday. "What would you expect?"

"Well, your mom was wearing cotton panties today," said Reggie. "No woman in a relationship should ever wear or even own cotton panties."

Tuesday blushed and looked at the table. Reggie smiled as he guessed Tuesday had some cotton panties.

"Women in a relationship should only wear silk, satin, or lace panties, and I can't believe your mom did not know that," said Reggie.

"Of course," said Tuesday.

"BURN ALL OF YOUR COTTON PANTIES FIRST CHANCE YOU GET!"

Reggie turned and watched as two couples in their mid-thirties or so were seated at table next to him. The couples were well dressed and appeared well-heeled. One of the men was balding with his remaining hair slicked back. He was muscular, well tanned with a large gold signet ring on his right hand and a gold band on his left. He wore a black suit, black silk shirt, and red tie. The woman who appeared to be his wife had long, very thick platinum blonde hair teased up, a bit too much make up, and a large gold necklace that plunged into her generous cleavage of fake looking D cups, dangling gold earrings, and a spray tan. She wore a skimpy black dress. The other man was average height and build with blonde hair close cropped beard. He wore a blue suit, white shirt, and silver tie. His wife was tall and slender with her strawberry blonde hair pinned up on top of her head. She wore an emerald green dress a bit more conservative than the blonde and diamond stud earrings.

Reggie turned back to Tuesday. "So what are your plans after your residency?"

"I plan on going into family practice," said Tuesday, "I...."

As Tuesday went on, Reggie concentrated on her some more.

"THE MORE YOU ARE WITH REGGIE, THE MORE SEXUALLY ATTRACTIVE YOU BECOME TO HIM AND THE SEXIER YOU FIND HIM."

"...so I'm looking at different practices around town." Tuesday finished.

The wine steward brought over the bottle and opened it. He poured Reggie a bit in Reggie's glass. Reggie pretended he knew what he was doing and swirled the wine around in the glass, sniffed it, and tasted it. "Very good."

The wine steward poured the glasses then left the bottle. Reggie toasted Tuesday, "To my incredibly sexy, smart, and charming date!"

Tuesday blushed and smiled. She clinked glasses with Reggie, and they drank.