What happens at dinner?

Julia spanks the waitress

When Amy brings the bottle of wine and glasses, Julia picks up the paddle and speaks to the young waitress.

"Amy, I realize you're nervous and worried about the interview you have coming up, but that doesn't mean it's alright to show it. You need to be professional at all times, no matter what distractions are in your life; you owe your employer your full concentration. I would normally give twenty smacks with a flimsy little paddle like this, but I don't particularly want to see your wages docked, so how about I give you ten and if you don't cry, we'll leave it at that?"

"Thank-you, ma'am," the tanned brunette's reply is barely above a whisper.

"Good, but if you do cry, I'll give you double, do you understand? Now, how flexible are you?"

"Very, ma'am," the slim teenager's voice betrays a sense of pride, despite her obvious apprehension.

"Can you put your leg behind your ear?

"Yes, ma'am."

"Then turn away from me and lift your right leg."

Whilst Amy may well be able to perform the feat requested, it turns out to be a lot more difficult in heels and Julia steadies the stunning girl with a hand on her hip, before placing the small paddle against the inside of her left thigh, just above the knee. Facing you, Amy holds her leg straight up beside her head, exposing the gusset of her black thong to your lascivious gaze. Julia exchanges a conspiratorial glance with you and then begins to smack the sensitive flesh hard and fast, causing an immediate wobble and a growing whimper of discomfort.

Julia's blows all land in the same spot on her subject's tanned inner thigh and so quick is she that the spanking seems to be over before it has even begun. Your eyes travel from thigh to face, screwed up in anguish, to see whether the chastened waitress has succeeded in holding back her tears.