As she made her way from the car park to the café, Carla pondered how she had come to this point. She was on her way to meet a woman she had never seen before to discuss if they were to have a relationship which would involve Carla submitting herself to the others authority and discipline. Here she was a competent and successful woman of 35 years old and at this moment she was fully intending to let a someone into her life who would monitor her behaviour and punish her for infringement of rules which they were yet to agree. How did she get here?
She had thought of little else since she had made contact with Diane some eight months earlier. Having met on a spanking website the two had struck up a friendship and had chatted online nearly every night since. Recently they had exchanged phone calls and now they were taking the first step in a face to face (or hand to bottom!) relationship.
As she arrived outside the café, Carla took a deep breath. She was nervous. She had considered turning back a couple of times on the drive over but had chided herself for being cowardly. Diane seemed so nice on the phone, she was sure things would be OK. Opening the door, a bell chimed to announce her arrival to the proprietor and the other customers, who raised their eyes to see who had entered.
As Carla looked around she noticed the woman at the far table had stood, smiling and watching her. Diane. Carla returned the smile and made her way towards her. Diane was an elegantly dressed, slender woman. Tall with short, grey hair. Carla would describe her as striking. Not pretty but definitely attractive. Carla felt very much her junior with her shorter height and dressed in jeans and plaid shirt, with her long hair pulled back into a clasp, she knew she looked much younger than she was.
Diane opened her arms to embrace Carla and kissed her cheek 'Carla I am so glad you made it. I have been very much looking forward to meeting you.' She smiled looking genuinely pleased to see the younger woman. 'Well I have to admit I nearly didn't come. I am a bit nervous' Carla said quickly. 'Of course you are' Diane indicated a chair for her to sit 'that seems only natural to me. There is really nothing to be nervous about though is there, we have already spoken so much about what you want and need. Hopefully today is the start of a friendship that will last a long time'
As she spoke, Diane poured tea from the china teapot on the table. She offered milk and sugar to Carla before setting the cup before her. Carla sipped at the hot drink, thankful for something to focus on whilst she felt Diane watching her. When she put the cup down, Diane reached over the table and covered her hand with her own. 'It really is good to see you little one' Carla blushed at the pet name Diane had given to her a while ago. At first she had thought it odd. Little one? At 35? As time passed she began to love the feeling of freedom to be young that it gave to her. When Diane used it she knew she was loving her and looking out for her and she knew she was safe. It was the sort of feeling she supposed she should have felt when she was with her mother. Unfortunately for Carla that had never been the case and she wondered if that was why she craved maternal discipline in the way she did now. On the other hand she had friends who had had that relationship with their mothers and still needed discipline from someone else now that they were adults. Maybe there was no cause, just a need she had, where it came from was irrelevant.
'I am glad to see you too ma'am.' Carla continued to blush as she looked around nervously to see if anyone was watching them. If anyone could guess the nature of their relationship. Diane noticed her glancing around the room. 'You know little one, if anyone was to see us together I am sure they would think that we are mother and daughter out for an afternoon together. Don't you think? You have nothing to fear.' Diane put her hand up to the waitress and asked for the bill.
As the waitress handed Diane the bill and accepted the notes for payment she smiled at them both. 'Tea with your mother? Must be nice I never get chance to go out with mine. Enjoy your afternoon.' With that strong confirmation about how they appeared to others, Carla relaxed and nodded to her before the waitress took the payment and left them at the table. 'Now Carla. I think a little walk and a chat, don't you?' With that, the two of them stood and left the café.
Once outside, Diane offered Carla her arm and she quickly accepted, linking Diane and walking together as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The two spent the afternoon strolling amongst shops and comparing their likes and dislikes. Chatting about daily nonsense and generally getting to know a little more about one another. As the winter afternoon began to turn to dusk Diane turned to Carla 'Now little one. You have a choice to make. You may either say 'goodbye' to me here and we can stay in-touch and remain friends but nothing more. Or you may choose to come home with me for supper and to begin a relationship which is much more formal and serious. I will become your disciplinarian. I will treat you as a daughter. You will be cherished by me but will answer to me and be punished by me for your behaviour. The choice is yours. You must know that if you decide to come home with me now, I will take my responsibility to you seriously. I will consider you, mine and I will expect obedience from now on. What is it to be Carla?'
Carla swallowed. A million thoughts flew through her mind. Is this what she really wanted? Was this right? How could it be? Here she was a grown woman wanting another to take control of her, to treat her like, well, like, a child! But here was Diane, a lovely, warm woman, telling her that she wanted to take care of her and that it was OK. She felt loved when she spoke to her and after being in her company today she knew she felt a bond with her like none she had felt before. She trusted her. The thought of saying goodbye to her and not being close to her was more than she could bare. However, the thought of being punished by her? Scolded and spanked? How did she feel about that, honestly?
Diane could see the conflicting emotions in Carla's eyes. She put her hand under her chin and looked at her with warmth 'Come now little one. What is it you truly want? You are safe. Whatever it is, it is alright.' Carla felt tears spring to her eyes, she was flooded with relief. She knew what she wanted. She wanted Diane. She wanted her strength and certainty and love to surround her. She wanted a 'parent' to share her life with. Carla smiled at Diane even as a tear fell down her cheek 'I want to come home for supper ma'am' she whispered.
Diane pulled Carla into a warm embrace and stroked her hair. 'That's my girl. Let's go home.' She kept her arm around Carla as she turned them in the opposite direction towards her house. They walked slowly enjoying the closeness. 'I think we have a few things to discuss as well my little one. Starting with the your poor work evaluation last week. Hmm?' Diane raised her eyebrows and Carla blushed, casting her eyes down. She had a feeling she would be feeling some of that 'motherly concern' over Diane's knee before the evening was out.
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