A Night of Play and Discipline

So last night, yeah, I was working a full bar shift. It's one of those nights where it feels like everyone else is on your nerves, you know? The drunk guy who thinks he can dance, the couple who think they’re whispering but are actually yelling their every thought to half the room. Then there’s this one customer who comes in regularly and we kind of have a little routine going on, I call her my princess. She's in her twenties, all dressed up like she’s heading out to some fancy ball or something, but really she just wants someone to talk down to her in character. Anyway, long story short, she gets there around midnight and we do our thing. Drinks, little treats for good behavior, the whole nine yards. But tonight was different, I mean, that’s what I thought at first until it got more intense than usual. She wanted to push things further, play a bit rougher. It wasn’t just about drinks anymore, but really digging into some real role-play stuff. I didn't mind it much. In fact, the longer she pushed, the more I enjoyed this unexpected change in her behavior. But by closing time, well, let's just say we both knew there had to be limits, even if you want to push them sometimes. So after all the flirting and bantering came some serious talking about expectations, and a little bit of discipline too, which is part of our thing. Ended up having to remind her about respect and boundaries, in character of course, nothing she didn’t know was coming. It felt like an odd mix of playing Dad and disciplining someone who needs it but also wants it. After the seriousness we had this weird sense of accomplishment, mutual understanding... and yes, we both left satisfied. So yeah, that's what happened last night, not sure if anyone cares beyond me, or if I even need to feel all these emotions over it. But it was a different kind of shift than usual, for sure.