The Diner

More mini-smut, written as a request for HofBondage. No diaper content, just some light S/M play, but it was fun to write and I'm sharing it here as bonus fiction for anyone who enjoys short stories like these! 

“Are you ready to order, ma’am?” Lana asked, holding up her little notepad and waiting by the table. 

The woman looked up from the menu, eyes taking a long moment to look Lana up and down, taking in the restaurant uniform she wore from the silly hat to the end of Lana’s skirt. “I think I can think of some orders, yes.” 

Lana blinked. “Excuse me?” 

“You’re different,” the woman said. “What happened to the last girl?” 

“Eh, she had to leave,” Lana explained, tapping her pencil against the notepad. 

“And what’s your name?” 

“What?” 

“Your name.” The woman’s smile never faded, but her expression grew more stern. “The last girl was very polite in introducing herself.” 

“I… I’m Lana.” She hesitated, then gestured to the menu with her pencil. “Your orders- eh, your order, please?” 

“Yes, of course.” The woman pointed to a few things on the menu. “I’ll have the coffee, half-caf two creams, half sugar. I’ll take the number two, eggs over easy, two extra slices of bacon, substituting the hash browns for a pancake. I will have this in five minutes, and you, not the other girl, will be my server for the rest of my meal. Is all this understood?” 

Lana rushed to get it all down. The woman spoke fast, didn’t give any pauses to catch up, and didn’t seem likely to repeat herself. She also didn’t leave much time to get the order filled. 

“Yes, ma’am,” she said automatically, turning on her heels to run and get the order in. 

“A-hem!” 

Lana glanced back, to see that the woman was holding out her menu. 

“Oh, right. Thank you. I’ll, eh, get this in.” Lana took the menu, hurried back to the window, and put up the ticket. “Number two, keep it runny, double piggies, and swap the spuds for a griddle, on the double!” 

They put it in, and Lana scurried to keep an eye on her other tables. She had almost managed to put the woman out of her mind until she came back to the window, spotted the order out to be served, and glanced at the clock. 

Crap. I hope this doesn’t affect my tip. 

Grabbing the plate, she scooped up a mug, the coffee pot, and a handful of creamers and sweeteners, scrambling to cross the diner and get back to the woman’s table. 

She slid it across, setting down the mug and preparing the coffee properly for her right there. As she added the cream and carefully poured out half a packet of sugar, she saw the woman pull out a stopwatch - an honest-to-goodness stopwatch. 

“I’ll have you know, Lana, I’m not fond of being disappointed.” 

“I… yes, ma’am,” Lana said automatically. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Is anything wrong with your order?” 

She took a moment, glancing at the plate. “If I told you to remake this, yourself, would you do it?” 

Lana blinked. “‘Here at McCavity’s, the customer is always right,’” she said, repeating the diner’s slogan. “If you want me to make it for you, I will.” 

“Hmm.” She sipped the coffee, considering. “When is your shift done, Lana?” 

“I- Ma’am?” 

“I don’t like repeating myself.” 

“In two hours, ma’am. When the lunch rush is over.” Lana was confused as to why she was being asked, but she seemed compelled to answer any question she was asked. 

The woman nodded. “Do you drive home, or take the bus?” 

Lana hesitated, but didn’t want to make her upset. “I walk. It’s not far.” 

“I drive a black sedan,” the woman said. “When you are done, I will drive you home, and you will explain why you thought it was alright to be forty two seconds late against my instructions. Is that understood?” 

Compelled to nod, Lana said, “Y-yes ma’am.” 

“Not ‘ma’am,” the woman corrected, raising a finger. “Mistress. Now, hurry along, your other tables are feeling abandoned. When I need you, you will know.” 

“Yes, ma-” Lana caught herself. “Yes, mistress.”