Fatal Vision by Ben Red Eating alone at a restaurant provides ample opportunity for people-watching, one of my favorite sports. I often eat lunch alone at a decent sit-down restaurant, unlike co-workers who rush to fast food, or choke down a sandwich while continuing to type away at their terminals. One of my favorite lunch-time restaurants also offers the added benefit of cute waitresses, greatly enhancing my people-watching. One day at this particular restaurant, a cute young thing was bussing tables. She was dressed in khaki shorts like the other employees, but she was fairly short, so bussing meant a lot of bending over. Her bottom was very full for her size, round and firm-looking. I couldn't take my eyes off it, while I slowly chewed my Pastrami on Rye. Fortunately, the restaurant was very busy, and lots of tables needed bussing, and lots of bending over occurred. I took my time, munching my sandwich. After a few minutes of leering slyly, I decided that everyone was too busy to notice me, so I more or less stared at her young bottom. And then she caught me looking. She smiled, of course. I smiled back, a little embarrassed. That didn't stop me from looking though. And it seemed like she immediately came back and spent a long time bending over a table right across from mine, her butt within a couple feet of my appreciative eyes. Could she be doing this intentionally, I wondered? Nah, couldn't be. But sure enough, after this major tush display, she turned and smiled again. "Is your lunch OK?", she asked. "Yeah, its great", I said, surprised she was talking to me. "And how is the view?", she said smiling. "Even better than the sandwich", I said after a moment of hesitation. "So what are you doing after lunch?", she asked sweetly. Was she asking me out? Omigod, this had certainly never happened before. "Going back to work I guess", I said truthfully. "Too bad", she said, "I was thinking about going to the beach". At this, she grabbed her bus tub, and walked away, her buns bouncing nicely. Did she mean that she was inviting me to go to the beach with her, or was she just making conversation, telling me what she planned to do? I finished my sandwich, paid my check, and started to leave the restaurant. She saw me, and waved goodbye. "Have a good time at work", she giggled. "I guess I could take the afternoon off, and join you at the beach", I said, taking a chance. "Are you asking me out?", she cooed. "Yeah, I'm asking if you want to go the beach with me", I said smoothly. "Oh I don't know, it might not be safe. The way you were looking at me, you might want to spank me or something", she said coolly. My jaw dropped, I'm sure. Of course that is exactly what I wanted to do. Say something, I thought. "I have been known to do things like that", I said as confidently as possible. Again, she giggled. "Well, I get off at the end of the lunch shift. Maybe you could pick me up in an hour at my house?" "OK", I said, and I took down her address. Her name was Rachel, she told me as I left the restaurant. I had the feeling, at this moment, that I was making a big mistake. The girl was probably just 20 or 21 years old (what is the minimum working age for restaurants these days?), I was nearly twice her age. I was taking the rest of the day off of work, and I would take some shit from my boss, for sure. My instincts are usually pretty good, and the alarm bells were ringing, but I couldn't help myself. Her saucy bottom. And she actually talked about me giving her a spanking! It was just too much to resist. I went home and put on beach clothes, grabbed a couple large towels, a bottle of wine (I hope she's 21), some cheese and crackers, and, just in case, the beach paddleball game. In case she wanted to play, of course. I drove to Rachel's house, a nice house in a nice neighborhood. She lives with her parents, I groaned. What am I doing? As I drove up, she bounced out the front door dressed in short shorts and halter top. She looked more 18 than 21. My feeling of dread increased. As we drove to the beach, our conversation was more forced. I finally just turned up the radio, and drove without talking. I drove to Sunset beach, a small beach south of Santa Cruz. There were two reasons to go to this particular beach. First, its pretty out of the way, meaning not very many people around. Second, there are sand dunes on this beach. Between sand dunes you can sit within a rock toss of the ocean, and be completely out of view of anyone accept airplanes, perfect for a letch like me. While I was setting up the small picnic, Rachel saw the paddleball game, and removed one of the paddles from the box. "So are you planning to use this on me", she asked, her flirtatious manner returning. "Only if you are naughty", I said quickly, and sat down trying not to look interested. That was smooth, I thought. "Well I have been very, very naughty", she said. My heart started beating faster, my perspiration increased, and a certain stiffness started. "Really?", I asked with as much authority as I could muster. "VERY naughty", she said. With that, Rachel slowly walked over to me, handed me the paddle, and laid over my lap. The stiffness increased. She arched her back, and raised her gorgeous little rump up in the air. My mind was saying this was just too good to be true. My lower extremities were beyond logic. I laid the paddle on her rump and felt myself go completely hard. I raised the paddle and gave her a slight smack. No reaction. Did she really want me to spank her hard? I paddled her a little harder. *smack* Nothing. *smack* *smack* *smack* She started to wiggle her bottom a little under the blows. *smack* *smack* *smack* "I wouldn't blame you if you made me take off my pants", she said between swats. I stopped the paddle in mid-flight. My dick was at full salute. "Rachel, if you have been that naughty, I will have to spank you on your bare bottom. Remove your pants". "OK", she said obediently. She got up, dropped her shorts, laid back over my lap, reached back, and slowly pulled down her panties. Her pink little bottom was even firmer than I thought. My lust for this little wonder was complete, I had never wanted to spank anyone so much. I brought the paddle up to give her a good smack. Before I completed the swat she turned back to me again and said "I have been VERY, VERY naughty lately, and I will understand perfectly if you have to paddle me tough. That paddle is big and hard, and you look very strong, so I expect to have a bruised bottom, and cry very hard before you are finished." Even I can follow something that well scripted. "Well young lady, I am going to paddle you very hard, 20 swats on your bare bottom, for being so naughty". *SMACK* I brought down the paddle, very hard. "Ohh", she groaned. *SMACK* *SMACK* Her bottom turned beet red, and she started to cry. *SMACK* *SMACK* I feared she was going to get the bruises she requested. *SMACK* *SMACK* After at least 30 good ones, the original 20 plus additional swats for moving, kicking, yelling too loud and whatever else I could think of, I finally stopped. She was crying like a little girl now, and her butt was amazingly red, but still a vision to behold. I started to rub her bottom, my hardness was positively uncomfortable. I worked my way down her bottom, between her thighs, until I was touching her sweet spot. She was extremely wet, and I started to enter her with my fingers. "No", she jumped up, still sniffling, and lifted her panties and pants back into place. "But I thought...", I started. "I'm too young to have sex", she said without missing a beat, "I'm only sixteen".