As we walked through the mall, she crooked her arm into mine and I began to whisper, telling her how I wanted her to masturbate. I told her I wanted her to start by lowering her jeans to her knees the instant we got into the dressing room. She was to face me at all times, unless I told her differently. When I told her I might leave the dressing room door open a little, I heard her moan.
“Are you wearing a bra?” I asked.
“Of course.” She answered. “If I don’t, my nipples poke out too much.”
“Well, when I tell you, you’re going to take off your sweatshirt and bra and put your bra in your purse. I think it’s time we set your nipples free.” I added.
“Maybe there will be someone lurking close to the door.” I said. “If there is, I might let them have a look at you. Please don’t disappoint me if I do. Don’t cover yourself. Just let them look. Okay?”
Another gasp escaped from her lips as we walked. “Okay.” She replied.
I was trying to do everything I could to make her anxious and raise her excitement level. I knew talking about how she was going to masturbate for me would get her going, and exposing her to a stranger might be pushing her to the limit, but she didn’t say ‘No’ to any of it.
“Then once I tell you,” I continued, “you’ll remove your jeans and start to touch yourself over your panties. I want you to get those pink bikinis really wet for me, Jan. I want them saturated with your pussy juice. I bet you can guess why, huh? Because you’re going to give me those panties – that’s why.”
My excitement was causing my cock to poke against my own jeans and when I told her I had a hard-on she pulled me into the next store we came upon.
Fortunately for us, it was one of those boutiques catering to young women and there were many racks and stands set up with trendy things for sale. Looking towards the back, I saw a display of bras and panties and immediately made a bee line directly to them, pulling her with me.
As Jan and I stood in front of the lingerie display, a young woman, perhaps no more than nineteen or twenty years old, approached us asking if she could help us find anything. This was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.
“Uh, yes.” I answered quickly. “We’re looking for bras and panties that are really sheer and sexy….. you know, something that doesn’t leave anything to the imagination….. something for a very special occasion.”
“Oh, how nice.” The young woman remarked. “Like an anniversary or birthday or something?” She asked.
“No,” I answered in a quite matter of fact tone, “actually, she’s going to be spanked.”
I thought Jan was going to pass out. She turned white as a ghost and I heard her gasp when I said the words, but she didn’t say anything. The young sales woman looked at Jan, then back to me and laughed. “Well, I’ve never heard that one before. That’s funny!”
“It’s no joke.” I replied. “She going to be spanked tonight and I want her to look sexy for the pictures. This is all she’s going to wear…. well, at least until the spanking starts.”
The young sales woman was obviously taken by surprise with my answer. She looked at Jan and asked, “He’s kidding, right?
“No, believe me, he’s not kidding at all.” Jan answered.
“Oh, wow!” The sales woman said softly. “You mean, you’re really here to buy lingerie to get spanked in?”
Jan looked at me and then back at the sales woman and answered, “That’s right.”
“And this is all you get to wear?” The sales woman asked. “Just bra and panties?”
I interrupted them and emphasized the point that Jan would start her spanking wearing only bra and panties. But, the way I said it, I tried to insinuate that the bra and panties would be removed leaving her naked for her spanking.
To her credit, Jan just stood there and went along with my ruse. I went on to tell the young woman that tonight was ‘Spanking Night’ and I wanted her to feel beautiful. Then I asked, “So, do you have something sheer and sexy?”
The sales woman seemed to be at a loss for words. She looked around the store and then turned back to Jan and I. “Look,” she said, “I want to help you find just the perfect outfit, but I have other customers. Can you come back in about forty-five minutes? I’ll be closing the store up then, but once I get everyone out, I’ll be able to spend as much time as it takes to help you find exactly what you want.”
I looked at Jan, trying to judge her reaction. But before either Jan or I could say anything else, the young woman turned to Jan and said, “Hey, I’m really intrigued and would love to help you find what you want. I think I have something new in the back that just came in. It’s not on display yet, but I want you to see it. I think it’s exactly what you’re looking for. And, maybe you could tell me some more about…. uh, you know….. spanking.”
That clinched it for me.
“Sure,” I answered, “we’ll come back right as you close and if you’ve got something special you think is what we’re looking for, that would be wonderful. You’re curious about sensual spankings, are you?”
“Uh, well,” she stuttered, “I guess it’s something I’ve thought about. This is kind of embarrassing,” she said, glancing around quickly, “but, if you don’t mind, I would love to talk to you about it.”
“We understand completely.” I replied. “It’s a deeply personal and intimate thing to talk about, for sure. We’ll come back in a while and maybe we can help each other out.”
With that, I took Jan by the hand and led her out of the store. When we got out to the mall walkway, she turned to me and asked, “Just what the hell was that all about? Come on, we’re leaving.”
“Oh, not on your life, my dear.” I answered, laughing. “Your own husband told you to masturbate for me before we left the mall and you told him you would. Plus, if you remember correctly you told me you would do anything I asked you to do. So, maybe we’ll just find a place to have dinner here in the mall and then we’ll go back and see the new lingerie she has.”
“Oh, come on.” She begged, tugging me to a stop. “Isn’t it enough that you have me all to yourself until Kenny gets home? Come on, let’s just go. I’ll take my clothes off in the car and you can watch me masturbate there. Hell, I’ll even throw in a blow job, too.”
I could see the despair in her eyes as I turned to look at her. “Jan, do you remember the night I spanked you? Do you remember how I looked after you and protected you? Do you remember how much you enjoyed it and how exciting it was for you? Do you remember how you had to trust me that night to make everything wonderful for you?”
“Yes, of course I remember.” She replied.
“Okay then,” I continued, “I want you to trust me like that again. Don’t try to analyze it or second guess me on this. Let’s go get something to eat and then we’ll go back to the store. One way or the other, I’m going to get you in a dressing room and you’re going to get naked for me, touch your pussy and make your self cum. I’ll keep everything else under control. Okay?”
“Damn you.” She mumbled, as she took my arm and led me back to the food court where she had her coffee.
We decided on Chinese food once we got to the food court. The line was short and we found a place to sit where we could talk without anyone overhearing us. After a few minutes of casual conversation, she finally asked me what I had planned for her once we got back to the store.
“Nothing more than we agreed,” I said, “with one or two exceptions.”
“And what would those exceptions be?” Jan asked.
“Well, first,” I answered, “it sounds like that woman has some questions or wants to talk about spanking. So, let’s do that. She doesn’t know our names or anything. What harm could it do? Let’s just see what’s on her mind. Remember,” I added, “there was a time when you were curious, too.”
“Okay,” Jan agreed, “but I don’t want you volunteering to spank her or anything like that. And absolutely no touching her! You’re supposed to be with me. That’s not too much to ask, is it?”
“I see what you’re getting at, Jan. But, you needn’t worry; the thought never crossed my mind.” I replied.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling, “so what’s the other exception?”
“I might want to give you a little warm-up spanking in the dressing room.” I said as I reached for my fortune cookie.
“Well, shit! Don’t you think she’ll hear that?” She asked.
“Think about it, Jan.” I reasoned. “If we’re the only ones in the whole damn store, she’s probably going to hear us talking in there anyway….. even if we whisper. She’ll probably hear you taking off your clothes and masturbating. Let’s just play it by ear and if I decide to do it, I hope you’ll be brave enough to put yourself in my hands and trust me.”
I handed her a fortune cookie and smiled. She smirked as she took the cookie from my hand, cracked it and pulled out her fortune. “Well,” she said, “that makes sense.” Jan handed me the piece of paper from inside her fortune cookie. I laughed to myself as I read: “Something exciting will happen very soon.”
After we finished eating, I looked at my watch and told her we had to start making our way back to the store. As we walked, I asked her if she was nervous. “A little,” she confessed, “but, more excited than anything else. I know you’re going to see me naked in a few minutes. I hope you don’t embarrass me too much.”
“Just trust me.” I replied. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
As we approached the store, the young sales woman was holding the glass door open and ushering her last customers out. Looking up, she saw us and smiled. “I’m glad you came back,” she said, “come on in. Give me one second to lock the door and I’ll be right with you.”