The Offer Part 2 (read part 1 first)

Shopping and Spanking Part 2


As she approached the supermarket she felt a tightness in her chest.Fear still gripped her every time she entered a place full of people.She was confident of being out when she walked past and only got looked at briefly, but inside when people had more time to look she was in fear of being "read."


She hitched her handbag back over her shoulder and took a trolley and went through the sliding door.It was 10A.M., the shop was not too busy, mostly housewives doing their shopping and a few older men.In the enclosed space she could smell her perfume "Charlie", she hoped she hadn't overdone it.She was not dressed like a tart or a drag queen, just nice and normal.Not slobbish as many women dress now when shopping. She hoped she did not stand out.


As she went through the isles she picked up the vegetables and ingredients she would need for a boeuf bourguignon. She noticed one of the older male shoppers was looking at her legs, You could not see much of them as her boots we knee length and the skirt was knee length.She was wearing a white slip, the lace edge showed sometimes as she walked. She loved this look, when she was younger she would lust after Stevie Nicks of Fleetwood Mac, when she used to dress this way.


She decided to give him a show, and bent over at the waist to pick a tin from a low shelf, her skirt rose up at the back, giving him a nice view of her seamed stockings framed in the white silk and lace of her slip.She looked back over her shoulder and the man, eyes wide quickly turned away, his face growing red.Oh this felt so naughty, this was another thing that she could never do as a guy.


She arrived at the clothing isle. She always got a thrill looking at the underwear section. She used to glance at it when she was a man. Now she could stand there and feel the fabric and hold them up and inspect them.There was a younger woman looking at bras. She saw they had a new range of lace knickers in. They were in red, white and black. She new she would have to get the black ones. Ron loved her in black undies. She felt the lace material, it was fairly soft. She had some lace underwear that was cheap and scratchy. These were much nicer.


The young lady said, "Excuse me," and smiled as she pushed past. No trace of surprise or hostility. She had passed a "close encounter." This filled her with confidence and made her feel more relaxed.She needed the toilet, so she left her trolley outside and pushed the door open. Using women's toilets were another source of fear, even after a year of doing it. Of the 3 stalls, 1 was occupied. She went to the far one. She hung her handbag over the hook, raised her skirt and lowered her knickers down to her knees.As she sat she could hear the woman in the other stall start to"tinkle." As her plumbing was different she used to fear that she would get noticed as she did not quite make the same sound as a "real" woman did peeing.


She made sure she wiped, and carefully made sure no lumps showed in her knickers before she dropped her skirt. After flushing she washed her hands as the woman from the other stall was there brushing her hair."Bloody windy out there today," the woman said."Yes, I know, the wrong day to wear a skirt," she said."Looks nice though, I love your look," the woman said."Thank, must rush," she said, and exited the toilet feeling wonderful.


As she waited at in line at the check out she looked around at the other women. Dressed in a mixture of ways. The younger ones in leggings, the older in dresses or slacks.She was just like them, just another woman shopping.Doing this made her aware again of her clothing. As she shifted from one foot to another, she felt her smooth stockings on her feet. Much nicer than socks. She was aware of the lace edge of her silk knickers slightly tickling her thighs. Did all the other women feel this way?


Arriving home 20 minuets later she put the shopping away and started preparing the meal.Ron came home while she was chopping vegetables. He put his right arm on her right breast, while his left caressed he buttocks."Come on Debbie, upstairs now! I've been think about fucking you all day.""Not bloody now, I'm half way through making dinner!" she said as she pulled away.She hated when he got like this, normally she felt quite submissive, but she felt moody today."What did you say to me!" he shouted at her.She froze, he had rarely ever shouted at her.


He yanked her out of the kitchen and into the living room and pushed her onto the sofa.She started to tear up. "S-s-sorry.""No, you don't ever talk to me like that. I don't know if it's the hormones, but you need to learn who is in charge in this house."He sat next to her and dragged her over his lap."Don't you dare move!"She felt him raise her skirt, his hand rubbing her buttocks through the silk knickers. She felt his hard cock push into her stomach


."Who pays for this lovely underwear?"Slap


"You do."Slap These were not play slap this was a real spanking, she started to sob.


"Who makes all the discussions?"Slap


"Y-you do."Slap"


Who wears the pants?"Slap


"You wear the p-pants."Slap


"What do you wear?"He paused waiting for her answer.


"I wear f-frilly knickers, panties."


"So who is in charge? Who is the man of the house and who is the housewife?"


"You're the man Ron, I'm the housewife. You are in charge."


She could feel he was rock hard, this had really turned him on. She hoped it did not become an a regular "thing.


""Upstairs now!" he said.


She hurried upstairs, with Ron close behind.She started to get undressed, but he said, "No leave it, get on the bed."This was not going to be love making, he was so turned on he was going to just fuck her.He removed his underwear and his erection looked even larger than normal. She panicked when she thought he was going to use her "dry."Ron reached in the draw for the lubrication, squeezed a dollop on his hand and coated his cock.


He then grabbed both heels of her boots and pulled them high and wide, exposing her French knickers.Without pausing he thrust into her through the leg hole of her knickers.


"Ooohhhh," she screamed, it hurt, she normally was lubed and ready, this was just him desperate to fuck her.Ron drew back and pounded hard again.


"Uhhh," she let out a cry. Then Ron started to get into a rhythm. He pushed her legs over his shoulders as he pounded her. She looked in his eyes, he was looking at her intently. This was pure dominance showing her who was in charge.As he speed up she felt something she had never felt before, looking at her legs in her stockings and high heeled boots, wiggling as he drove into her.


She felt something building and spreading.She came for the first time in her life without touching her cock!. Ron grunted and she felt him come inside her. He collapsed on top of her."I'm hungry, go put dinner on," he said."I'll just change," she said."No you just go as you are.""Yes Ron, you're the boss."


On shaky legs she slowly went back to the kitchen. As she prepared the food she could feel Ron's sperm dripping down her legs. She felt satisfied, wanted,but abused?She wondered as she stirred the stock, how many of the other women in the supermarket were feeling like this now?

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