Happy Anniversary

The table was already populated by a couple who looked like they were in their mid-twenties. They were laughing and smiling; blissfully unaware of The Man's approach until he and Jasmine stood inches from their table. The couple turned in unison, puzzled at the sudden interruption.

Jasmine cleared her throat nervously, "Um... this table already seems to have..."

"It's more of a booth really" observed The Man with a toothy grin. "Now please," he said gesturing to the bewildered couple, "Tell me your names."

After a few seconds of silence the man spoke "I am Ian and this is..." The man held up a hand to silence Ian. "The lady can introduce herself Ian. She's an independent woman.

"Michelle..." the lady mumbled under her breath looking down. The Man's eyes lingered on her hungrily. Michelle had long, voluminous red hair and pale skin. She wore a bright red cocktail dress that was tastefully low cut in the front. Her geeky glasses clashed with her dangly earrings and "night on the town" ensemble. Ian and Michelle were sitting across from each other in a spacious, four person booth. The Man gestured to the booth and turned to Jasmine.

"You all may call me Sir. AS far as you are concerned, that is my name and the only name you may refer to me as. Understood?"

Jasmine and the couple bobbed their heads wordlessly. The Man continued

"Jasmine, your seating plan obviously needs some work. The restaurant was listed as being at capacity but you can clearly see that Ian and Michelle here are occupying a four person table with only the two of them. That is just bad business. Are you responsible for this mistake Jasmine?"

Jasmine shifted nervously. "Um, Sir, couples are allowed to book a two to four person table depending on availability. Tables are not shared..."

"That is a pretty stupid policy Jasmine." The man looked at her, focusing intently.

"It....is..." Jasmine began to agree with The Man. With limited space tables really should be shared.

"And Jasmine; you made this mistake. You should be punished. Maybe even fired!"

Tears welled in Jasmine's eyes, moistening her dark skin. "Please no. I need this job. I have bills to pay and student loans...."

The man playfully waved his hand. "I gotcha girlie. How about a spanking then? Go ahead and bend over."

Jasmine's eyes widened. Ian and Michelle politely turned away, hoping they would not be noticed. Jasmine slowly put her hands on the side of the table and began to bend her body.

The man laughed loudly. "What's the matter Jazzy? Embarrassed? Hmmm that's an idea... how about a Bare Assed spanking? Go ahead and pull those pants down. Panties too!"

Jasmine could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she moved to comply, pulling her pants and panties down for The Man in one fell swoop. Her naked butt was exposed for all to see.

"Brown and beautiful if I do say so myself. Let's all give it a shot since we are now table buddies! Ian? Michelle? What do you say? Want to give our waitress a spanking?"

Both shook their heads emphatically. They did not want to be a part of the waitress' humiliation. The Man ignored them.

"Ian, you go first. Spank this whore from Agrabah as hard as you can. If you leave a handprint I might let you and your lovely date walk out of hear immediately."

Ian awkwardly stood up like a marionette on a string. He mouthed a silent apology to Jasmine but it went unnoticed. The waitress had her head down with a mix of deference and shame. Ian slowly brought his hand back and then speedily brought it to Jasmine's large brown ass.

*Thwak!*

"Eeeeeee" Jasmine squealed, jumping a bit when Ian's hand came in contact with her skin. She jumped a bit and almost spilled a glass of ice water.

Ian went to go and hastily sit down, whispering another apology to Jasmine and rubbing his stinging hand. The Man issued a polite golf clap and then turned his gaze to Michelle. "You turn lovely lady. Make Jasmine's ass as red as your hair. If you don't then maybe I'll have the bus boys practice on you.