You suggest she slides off her panties.

"Slide off your panties" you say, your mind attempting to be as commanding but gentle as possible. Emma just stares at you. You wonder if she feels like you're taking advantage of the situation, or if she's glad you've finally made the evening interesting.

You feel nervous, but it's clear that appealing to Emma's naughtier desires is the only way you're going to have fun tonight. You decide to punish her a bit for delaying, figuring that escalating your suggestion will either make her walk out, or turn her on.;

"Slide off your panties, and place them on the table." you say.

Emma responds with a deep breath and a bite to her lip. Then you see her hands slink down below the table and her body wiggles... slowly... seductively. Your cock grows. And a moment later, she produces a pair of black lace panties and sets them on the table before her.

She looks around sheepishly, to see if anyone has noticed... if anyone has caught her. No one seems to have. Though you'd think there would always be someone watching Emma Watson at all times.

"How do you feel?" You ask, quietly.

Emma grins an impossibly naughty grin. "We may have to clean this chair."

And your cock gets harder.

But it's no time to lose your cool, you think. Emma is sitting, smiling, waiting for your next instruction... you have to think of something...

When the waitress comes over the take your order. Quickly, Emma tosses her napkin on top of the crumpled up panties.

And you order your dinner as Emma smiles at you the whole time. There's something rather impossibly kinky about knowing that the waitress, who stands just a few feet from Emma has no idea that her skirt is hiked up, and her panties are off... you wonder just how hiked up Emma's skirt is.

You wonder if she deserves another little punishment for hiding her panties. You wonder if 'deserves' is the right word. After the waitress walks off, Emma looks at you, seemingly eager for another instruction.

And you feel yourself able to think of a million things...