Friday, January 3, 2020

Holiday Shopping Lessons: Revisted - Part II

New Years Day already? The holidays remained busier then expected and here I am with desires to publish a new story yet short on time. Instead, I have decided to continue on with the updated / re-post of a holiday season themed story from years back. You can read the updated Part I here to refresh your memory or if you haven't read it yet. Feedback was nonexistent, but I'll go ahead and post with hopes you enjoy this chapter more than the last enough to comment.


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"Sir, we are closed" 

"No, actually you are not closed" he corrected her. "Technically you don't close for another twenty minutes." 

"Sorry we ARE closed. You can come back another time…maybe" she responded condescendingly while pushing the glass door into him. 

He stretched out his arm stopping the boutique's front door firmly with one hand; leaned himself deep into the salesgirl's face and calmly offered an unsolicited suggestion.

"I am sure the owner, wouldn't appreciate you closing the door on any potential customers, would she? Maybe I should give Donna a call right now and let her know that…"
He looked down from the salesgirl's soft pale face to her golden name badge, 
"…that Brittany, has instituted new shop hours?" he suggested raising his eyebrow.

The sales girl let out an exaggerated audible sigh that caused her raven colored bangs to shake and hesitantly released the door as he maneuvered past her.

"Fine, but don't take your sweet time, we close in fifteen minutes" she mumbled and then raised her voice at the reminder; miscalculating his earshot entirely.

Unfortunately for her, he had heard her entire comment clearly. He stopped and pivoted on his heel. Normally he was a man of patience and quite tolerant of the naiveté´ of young ladies. However, today his patience was running empty having to march down to the boutique shoppe and deal with his errant wife and now receiving attitude from an arrogant sales girl. 

"Excuse me?" he asked adjusting the full-windsor of his tie, "Care to repeat that?"

"Just a friendly reminder that we close in 15 minutes" she capped her comment with her well rehearsed disingenuous smile.

"What did you say before that?"  he questioned, folding his arms disapprovingly.

"Aaa. Aaa. I said, it is near my sweet time to get off work" she fumbled with a possible save.

"Really? Why don't you just allow this customer do what I came here for, before I decide to take my sweet time, on that tight ass of yours..." He tested her while his tone remain calm and collected.

"Oh!" caught off guard entirely by his comment she did not let him finish his threat before turning and shuffling away into the store; her pert bottom tightly encased in a snug curve defining pencil skirt, seemingly following behind. He watched her glance over her shoulder one more time and he responded with a large mischievous smile. Further startled, she retreated in-between the safety of the dress racks. 

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She had just maneuvered the dress over her shoulders and had began pushing it down when the door suddenly swung wide open. The door bounced back and forth for a few seconds from the force of the sudden blow before coming to a rest and leaving her backside perfectly framed in the doorway of the dressing room.

He heard her gasp, but focused not on her expression, but rather on the exposed tanned skin starting from the small of her back and continuing downward to her long defined bare legs. His eyes raced back up and fixated on wash-worn faded pink panties; highlighted by a singular illustrated cat being devoured by a tight crevice between two plump cheeks.

"Hmm…interesting. Hello Kitty, really?"

"Aa...a, ah...", startled she cautiously looked over her shoulder. Stuttering in shock and not knowing what to do, she simply answered the question "Yy; yes." 

Hesitantly she turned around revealing eyes dilated in shock and her arms wrapped and frozen in place; still holding her dress at her chest. He looked up at her face, surprised for a second to not see his wife. Casually he refocused his attention back down to the obvious one size too small stretched cotton cloth tightly restraining her protruding well-defined feminine mound.

"Cute. Obviously favorites of yours, but I think you've outgrown them? Don't you?" he suggested nonchalantly staring at her extra snug panties and then without an apology nor closing the door, moved on to the next.


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The dressing room door swung open with a loud bang and she jumped from the unexpected intrusion. Staring over her shoulder she couldn't believe her eyes. There was her husband standing in the dressing room, looking ready to wrestle death.

There stood his bride facing the mirror, naked in essence except for her sheer black panties which served minimal modesty purposes. She had tired of waiting and had begun getting redressed. 

"Oh my gawd, what are you doing here?! Aa...and you aren't supposed to be in the women's dressing room!" 

"The better question is what are you doing here?" he stood in the doorway broadly.

"What do you mean?! I told you I was just shopping for a few things…." she began to explain.

"I think you fail to see your selfishness and irresponsibility in all this. You were supposed to be packing for our trip. We leave at dawn…"

That is how the lecture began and carried on as she felt a slowly tensing feeling in her stomach all the while knowing full well how the lecture would end. It seemed inevitable. He was angry and the fact that he must have been forced to leave work early to find her here simply confirmed to what extent.  

"I was expecting you to call back? How did you get here? How did you know I was even here?!" she went from surprised to utterly confused.

"Shhh. Enough. No more talking. Most importantly, you had your phone off. I was worried. I thought…  What if the kids had needed to get a hold of you?!!" 

His tone had changed and although she knew he was right, she was not ready to admit to anything.  And then the statement she had dreaded came out.

"….I am so disappointed in you.

There it was! The signature sealing of her fate. Her stomach sank and her lip began to quiver uncontrollably. She attempted one last ditch effort at redirecting his anger. Her old trick, often tried. She placed her arms on her hips, straightened her posture and pushed her bare chest out with a nervous smile.

"Let's talk about this at home" she offered softly.


"That's not going to get you out of the serious trouble you are in. You need to learn a lesson...learn to know when I am serious. Learn when you should follow my lead..respect my lead!" The distraction obviously working to some extent as he began losing his train of thought.

Attempting to stay focused on his mission, he sat himself on the tiny wooden seat of the dressing room that faced the door and pulled her by the arm. He yanked her over his lap in one try and raised his hand high and brought it down with a solid smack. 

"Oww!" she jumped up at the impact.

"That wasn't even the warm up" he told her and immediately began a succession of solid continuous slaps. She began thrashing and kicking uncontrollably. She was normally more self-restrained during other occasions, but this time she let herself go for reasons unknown even to herself. With every spank, she kicked, grunted and swung her hair without regard.

Moments later he paused to get an idea of what the results were thus far and was pleased by the blushed tones already peeking through her sheer panties. He resumed his duty, but now spanking to a more timed rhythm. He would swing high, spank her firmly and leave his palm in place. Her bottom would jiggle and the energy would vibrate back up his arm at which point he would then repeat. Slow and steady he carried out her discipline with short scolding sentences sprinkled in; plus the occasional instructions to keep still and stop kicking.

"Not only did you lie to me, but I had told you to wait for me as is and instead you started getting dress. Why can't you even follow simple instructions?" he asked her resting his hand on her hot throbbing bottom, but she offered not a word. He looked down distracted by her panties which were now wedged in the deep valley between her cheeks. He ran his hand down between her cheeks and then suddenly stopped. 

He rubbed his fingers along her swollen lips and confirmed the now obvious. He took a deep breath and felt his lungs expand. It felt nice. All of it. He began rubbing the soft silky material which grew wetter with each finger stroke.

She let out a soft approving murmur.

"Enjoying this? Are you?" he questioned aloud. Whether he was questioning her or himself wasn't exactly clear. Should she be enjoying this, he asked himself.

"Uh, uh..." she didn't know what the correct answer was and suddenly her embarrassment went from being spanked like a naughty brat to being caught excited during what was supposed to be a punishment.

His fingers continued to enjoy her lower lips as her panties soaked up her excitement. He pushed in firmly and began fingering her through her panties. His arms grew broader with the excitement and he stretched his legs apart for his own necessary comfort.

Fully excited and needing release, he began pulling her panties down slowly by the thin lace waistband. Her reddened bottom gradually becoming exposed, but then the delicate material suddenly stuck. He pulled down harder and then up; all to no avail. Then with a determined tug he released the trapped soaked material from between her quivering cheeks in an almost audible snap. The dainty material fluttered down her legs to eventually rest upon her bare ankles.

An unexpected small voice squeaked out, followed by a thump and crash of hangers. They both looked up in shock.

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She couldn't believe what she was seeing! She was caught in a trance wanting to look away, but try as she might she simply was unable to. It was simply too exciting. Unfortunately, her curiosity had now gotten the best of her and it seemed as if she may pay the price for it

She should have left the store as soon as she could have after the stranger had barged into her dressing room. Why she hadn't, she would never quite be sure of. 

She would later question herself about the circumstances and replay the scenes in her head over and over. Why did she not scream as much as her lungs would allow as soon as he broke into her dressing room? Why didn't she yell at him to get out instead of just standing there while he checked her out completely? After he had made those teasingly rude comments, he simply walked away; as she herself should have.

Some stranger had seen her essentially naked in not much more than just her panties. These tiny panties! Yes, this faded pair (she knew she shouldn't had put off doing laundry yet again), rather than some of her nice sexy panties! An attractive guy no less. This was truly embarrassing. Wait, was that it? Was it that simple? Had the stranger not been an attractive guy would she had reacted differently and ran, rather than simply stand there on display for him?

Now, instead of darting for the exit, she scampered to her dressing room door and stopped. Gripping the door with both hands, she cautiously peeked her head over the side. Her eyes followed the stranger into the dressing room diagonally across from her. 

Initially she thought it was a marital argument that might end with a call to 911. Instead it turned into a truly unbelievable scene; her eyes growing wide as globes and her mouth frozen open in awe. 

She was riveted and stood there balancing on the side of the door peeking and retreating constantly as she witnessed every exciting detail. Was this really happening? Was anyone else witnessing this?
She was a mixture of emotions as she stared, not wanting nor seemingly able to look away. Now transfixed, with every spank she closed her eyes and softly rubbed her own bottom in sympathy.

She couldn't believe it. It was unreal. How humiliating; yet so hot.  

"Noooway!"

Things were actually getting hotter! He had gone from spanking her to…wow! He was fingering his girl; right there, in a dressing room, with the door wide open! She could see his thick fingers sinking into her. She could see his girlfriend's bare breasts swaying with every firm finger thrust. From what she could see of the girl's face, hidden behind disheveled hair, she was definitely enjoying it (way more than the previous spanking). 

Her friends would never believe it when she'd tell them the story.

Proof. Proof. That is what she needed,

Wait.

Despite the loud dance music thumping throughout the store, she made every effort to not make a sound. She unnecessarily tiptoed her bare feet across the carpeted floor in search of her cell phone. Returning to the door she fumbled attempting to find the right angle to position her phone's camera. She was anxious to snap an epic pic without opening the door completely, opening it just enough. Suddenly her bare feet slipped and she lost her grip on the swinging door.

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To be continued...perhaps.
As always, would love to hear your comments.








3 comments:

  1. ok i read the first part. and came back here for the second part.

    more please.


    thank you in advance :)

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  2. Hi Fondles -
    Glad to hear you liked what you have read so far.
    There might be a delay before the final chapter.
    Appreciate you commenting.

    Best,
    Enzo

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  3. i understand delays... but please don't make me wait too long... :)

    and don't abandon this story altogether!! shock and horror. I do hope to be able to read the ending!

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