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,
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.
To be continued...perhaps.
