The Shopping Trip

1998, Paris Annette Morreau All rights reserved.  This story, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission ****************************************************** It was back to school time.  The time of year Danny hated most.  Not because he didn't like school.  School was actually better than staying at home and working with his father every day.  It was the yearly shopping for new clothes that he detested.  This was the first year he would go with new stepmother instead of his father, but he could only think that, despite how much he loved being with Kelly, shopping with her would be even worse than it was with his father.  She would, he knew, insist that he try everything on.  She'd probably even choose some of his clothes.  This trip was going to take up his entire Saturday, the one day when he was allowed to just hang out and do what he wanted to do for the afternoon.  Danny waited by the front door just out of his father's sight.  He'd already been warned by Dominic to behave himself.  He'd shoved his hands in his pockets and was slouched against the door frame.  This was as insolent as he dared to get and he was careful to show a perfectly neutral face. Heather came downstairs first, wearing a snug, black A-line, hip hugger skirt that fell not more than one inch below her bottom, and a tight black midriff top.  Her legs were bare and she wore strappy platform sandals on her bare feet.  Her long blond hair was worn parted in the middle and straight to the middle of her back and her full lips were cherry red.  She walked straight into the living room, bent over, giving Danny a nice view of her pink bikini panties, and she kissed her stepfather.       "Bye, Daddy."      "You're not wearing that outfit." Dominic said, the statement actually a question.      "Mommy said." Heather told him by way of explanation as she turned and walked to the front door and stood next to Danny.      Danny looked her up and down, fascinated at the way her bare waist curved in and her small hips held onto the tiny skirt.       "What are you looking at, squirt?" Heather asked and shoved him away from her.      "That skirt hardly even covers your bottom."  Danny told his stepsister.  He was trying to sound critical, but it sounded more like awe.      "So?  Don't look," Heather retorted.      Kelly trotted down the stairs, wearing a pair of shorts of a soft cotton knit, the same fabric from which t-shirts were made, and fit her so tightly that Danny could see the division of her firm, rounded bottom cheeks when she turned to go into the living room.  Dominic took one look at her and insisted she change into something not quite so fitted.  Kelly laughed at him and teased him, but Dominic would not be dissuaded.  He turned her around and gave her a single, firm spank on her bottom. Kelly yelped excitedly, blushed and giggled.  "Change." Dom insisted.  Kelly sighed, but walked slowly and purposefully up the stairs. When Danny saw his father smack Kelly's bottom, he clenched his fists and actually took a step toward him.  To do what he did not know, but seeing his father touch his Kelly, especially that way, made Danny nearly faint with anger and jealousy.  Besides, Danny had wanted Kelly to wear those shorts.       Heather gasped when she saw Dominic smack her mother's bottom and she folded her arms across her chest and pouted in a pique of jealousy that it was her mother's bottom that was smacked and not hers.  After all, it was Heather who was wearing the short skirt.      When Kelly reappeared, she was wearing snugly fitted jeans and a red v-neck sweater that strained against her large breasts and tucked in at her trim waist.  She wore her hair down, with soft wisps framing her face.  Her lips were the same red as her sweater.  She wore flat sandals with thin straps that criss- crossed her feet and framed her little toes.  She looked at Dominic who inspected her tight-fitting jeans.  Kelly stuck her bottom out at him, laughed and hurried out the door, Heather and Danny right behind her.      Once at the mall, Kelly and Heather headed straight for Victoria's Secret.  This was going to be worse than Danny had imagined.  A whole store full of nothing but girls' underwear and girls looking at and touching and talking about their underwear.       "I'll wait outside." Danny told Kelly.      "No, you won't, baby.  I don't want you out of my sight." Kelly smiled, put her arm around Danny and kissed his forehead. "You stay with me.  This won't take long; we just have to buy Heather some panties and bras."      Oh, God. Danny thought with a groan.       Kelly and Heather walked around the store touching panties. Silk, lace, satin, cotton, nylon, spandex panties.  Bikini panties, thongs, full-cut, hipsters, french cut, cut-to-the-waist panties.  Sheer panties and panties even Superman couldn't see through.  Kelly and Heather never tired of fingering each and every pair, and commenting on the style, the color, the fabric. And then there were the matching bras.  Bras that were demi-cup, push up, padded, underwire.  Some that closed in front, some in back.  Some that wrapped around the neck.  And everything in every color of the rainbow and then some.       Danny felt dizzy from the sheer volume of lingerie and colors and women and the various fragrances in the store.  A whole entire store just for underwear.  His were in the smallest section of the boy's department.  White, cotton, three to a pack. Choose the size and it's over and done with.  This store even had a dressing room!  For underwear!      "Danny darling," Kelly called to her stepson.  "Come here. Stay with me, baby. Heather's trying something on.  When she's done, we'll go shopping for you."  Kelly kissed Danny's cheek and hugged him.       "Mom!" Heather called.  "Come here!  Look at this."      Kelly opened the door to the dressing room, Danny right next to her.  Heather was standing there in a body-hugging, cut-to- the-waist, white teddy as sheer as gossamer.  And she had taken off her bra.  Her ample breasts with their small pink nipples were proudly on display.      "Isn't this beautiful?"  Can I have it?  Pleasssse." Heather begged.      "No, you cannot have it.  I didn't even say you could try it on," Kelly said, stunned at the vision her daughter presented. "I wouldn't even let you walk around your room in that!  It's not something a young girl wears," Kelly insisted.  "Now, come on, take it off.  You can have the things you already asked me about. They're very pretty," Kelly coaxed.      "That stuff is for babies," Heather pouted.  I want this. Please, Mommy?"      "No.  And don't think calling me 'mommy' is going to change my mind.  Now take that thing off,"  Kelly demanded.      "No.  I want iiiiiiit!" Heather whined and bounced up and down on her feet.  "I never get to have anything!"      "Unsnap it, Heather."      "No.  Okay, I'll take it off," Heather agreed, her voice low and soft.      "I said unsnap it.  You had a chance to take it off," Kelly looked directly at her daughter while using her "no nonsense" voice.      "Well, come in and close the door.  And leave Danny out there."      "Unsnap it, Heather, right now."      Heather reached between her legs, her hand cupping her feminine swelling, and unsnapped the teddy.      Kelly stepped into the dressing room, lifted the teddy over her daughter's bottom, pulled her panties down to the tops of her thighs and spanked her plump white cheeks a half a dozen times with stinging spanks, leaving her bottom as pink as her panties.      Danny thought he would collapse from pleasure.  He had seen her bare breasts.  And now her bare, full bottom, plump and firm, being spanked!  As far as he was concerned, his stepsister did not get spanked often enough.  This had never happened on a shopping trip before. Maybe shopping wouldn't be so bad.      "Now, pull up your panties, take that thing off, and get dressed.  Quickly," Kelly insisted.      Heather did not shed a single tear, but her face was red from embarrassment when she emerged from the dressing room. There were only a few people in the store, but she knew that all of them had at least heard her spanking.  She walked over to her mother and handed her the bras and panties that had been approved of.  Danny never took his eyes off of her and dared to smile at her when she looked at him.  She stuck her tongue out at him, first making sure that her mother was not looking.  Danny just broadened his smile.  Kelly quietly paid for the merchandise and all three shoppers left the store without further incident.      "It's Danny's turn, now," Kelly said, putting her arm around her stepson.      "I don't want to shop, Kelly.  Can't you just pick out some stuff for me?" Danny asked, looking at his stepmother with all of the innocence he could put into his big brown eyes.      Kelly's laugh was somewhere between a giggle and a soft chuckle.  "Look at that face!" she exclaimed, taking Danny's cheeks in her hands and quickly kissing his mouth.  "My sweet baby boy.  I will choose some things for you.  And then you will try them on for me and you will look absolutely adorable," Kelly told him, smiling and kissing him quickly again.  Heather rolled her eyes in disgusted disbelief, but did not dare utter a word.      "Aw, Kelly, can't you just pick out some jeans and t-shirts and stuff?  They'll fit.  I don't have to try all that stuff on," Danny pleaded, not quite whining.      "Don't you dare be naughty," Kelly said with mock sternness, her eyes sparkling.  "Try things on for me, baby, I want to see you in your new clothes before I buy them.  Okay?  For me?" Kelly smiled and Danny melted.  He nodded his assent and Kelly hugged him to her breasts.  "That's my good boy."       In the boy's department, Danny suffered through Kelly's searching for just the right shirt, the perfect pants.  Even Heather was looking and making suggestions, putting together various outfits and showing them to an approving Kelly.  Danny walked away when Kelly began discussing styles and colors of boy's underwear with the pretty, young salesgirl.      "Danny darling, come back here.  Do you like these, baby?" Kelly asked, holding up a pair of light blue briefs.  "Aren't they nicer than those white ones you always wear?"      Danny blushed a brilliant red to the amusement of the salesgirl.            "Kellyyyyy." Danny looked at his stepmother miserably, unable to speak another word.      "Isn't he the most adorable thing you've ever seen?" Kelly asked the salesgirl.  "You should see his little bottom," she whispered, just loudly enough for Danny to hear.  "I just love to give him little spankings on his bare and chubby little cheeks. He's so cute!"           Danny stood with his back to both women fighting back tears of embarrassment.  Even in his humiliation, he had to admit that he'd felt some exciting and unfamiliar stirrings the last time Kelly had lightly stung his bare bottom.       "Okay, baby, we're ready now.  Let's try these on," Kelly said on her way to the fitting room.      Danny didn't move.      "You're not coming in there with me?" Danny meant the statement as a question.      "No?" Kelly asked, disappointed.  "Are you too grown up for me already?"      Danny nodded.  Kelly reluctantly handed him the clothes.      "Okay.  You can go in by yourself.  But be sure to let me see everything you try on."      Danny took the clothes and went into the fitting room.  He struggled into a pair of pants and a shirt and walked to the doorway of the dressing rooms, where Kelly was waiting.  She examined him thoroughly for fit, color and style before she pronounced the outfit acceptable.       "Okay, baby, try on the next one."      "They're all going to fit the same way.  Can't we just take them and get out of here?  We've been here all dayyyy," Danny complained.      "Baby, you have to try all of them on.  They're all different styles and colors and I want to see them on you.  Now be a good boy for me," Kelly insisted.      Danny sighed deeply, turned around and walked back into the dressing room, where he sat down and slumped against the wall. Kelly waited outside and, after ten minutes or so, called out to her stepson.      "Are you okay, Danny?" Kelly asked.      "Yeah," Danny called back.      "Are you almost ready?" Kelly asked.      "Yeah," Danny answered.      But several more minutes went by and Danny did not come out. Kelly went into the fitting room, saw Danny's feet sticking out from under one of the doors and opened it to see Danny sitting on the floor in the first outfit he had tried on.      "What's the matter, baby?  Are you all right?" Kelly asked, frightened that her little boy had fainted.      "I don't want to try on any more clothes.  I want to go home," Danny attempted to look earnest.      "Stand up," Kelly instructed.      When Danny stood, Kelly sat down on the small bench and pulled him across her body, tugged his new pants down, lowered his white cotton briefs, and spanked his squirming white bottom with loud biting, stinging slaps that Danny was sure could be heard all over the store.  He wiggled his body and stamped his feet, having already burst into tears, and begged Kelly to stop.      "I can't believe you left me waiting out there while you were just sitting in here," Kelly scolded while she spanked.      "Ow! Ow! Ow!"      Kelly spanked again.  One hard spank on each proffered chub again and again.  A few solid claps, one after the other, all over Danny's bottom.      "Ow!"      You're spanking me. Ow!  Hard."      "Good."      "No!  OW!  I didn't mean that.  OW! You're spanking me too hard.  Oooh!"       "Well, I'm glad to hear that," Kelly softened her tone, but not the biting spanks on Danny's bottom.  "You deserve to be spanked hard.  I was afraid something had happened to you.  I was worried about you."  And Kelly explained what she meant by continuing the barrage of hard spanks and claps on both sides of Danny's bottom.       "You've had a very naughty attitude about this shopping trip.  You were rude and inconsiderate.  Is that proper behavior? Is that what I've taught you?"  Kelly asked, landing each stinging barb precisely where it belonged.       Danny squirmed on Kelly's thighs and jumped from the spanking.      "No.  OW!  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean it.  OW! "No.  OW!  No! OW!  You didn't teach me that.  OW! You taught me to be courteous.  And respectful."      "Are you going to be a good boy?"      "Owww!  Yes!  Ow!  Yes!  I will.  Owww!   Stop!  Please!" Danny pleaded.      "Now you try on every single thing I've chosen for you. Quickly.  And let me see every single thing.  Do you understand me?"  Kelly asked as she landed the last of the spanks      Kelly walked out of the dressing room and over to Heather and the salesgirl, who had heard everything, much to Heather's delight.      "That naughty boy!" Kelly exclaimed, shaking her head.  "I think I've spent half my summer spanking his little bottom"      "Not as much as he deserves," Heather stated.      "And you haven't been spanked as much as you deserve, either," Kelly told Heather.  Heather shrugged not in the least embarrassed that her spankings were being discussed in front of the salesgirl.      "Well, it seems like the spankings I give you don't impress you.  Maybe I should tell Daddy to turn you over his knees and lift that short little skirt and pull your panties down and give you a spanking that will impress you."      Heather's face paled and fell into panic.      "I'm impressed with your spankings, Mommy.  And I've been good today.  You don't have to talk to Daddy."      Kelly smiled and gave her daughter a hug.  "You have been a good girl today, sweetie.  Except at the lingerie store, that is."  Kelly gave her daughter a playful spank on her bottom. "It's Danny who has been naughty today.  And he's usually so good.  So sweet.  So, so... darling.  He's just my... oh, my ... baby.  I just want to sit him on my lap and cuddle him all day."       Heather rolled her eyes at the salesgirl.  "I'm the good one and I get threatened with a spanking.  Danny's the bad one but he's a sweet baby.  What's wrong with this picture?" Heather had begun to sulk.       "Today he is being naughty.  Today you are being good.  It's an unusual day," Kelly said, smiling at Heather and the salesgirl.      The salesgirl smiled.  "I can't believe you still get spanked," she said, looking at Heather.  "And you spank your son, too, at his age?" she asked Kelly, who nodded.  "I haven't been spanked since I was about 10."      "Maybe it's time you were spanked again," Kelly teased.      The salesgirl laughed.  "Maybe it is.  I don't think I'd want Daddy to spank me, though," she said, her eyes sparkling, and looking directly into Kelly's twinkling blue eyes.      "Well, maybe someone will come along and give you what you obviously still need," Kelly suggested.       "Maybe," the salesgirl said with a blushing smile.      Heather looked from her mother to the salesgirl and back again.  The salesgirl glanced at Heather and quickly gained control of herself.      "So, what's it like to spank such a big boy?" she asked Kelly.      "Oh, I shouldn't tell you it's heaven, but it just about is. I don't like to hurt him, of course, but that perfect round, white, chubby little bottom over my knees and his body squirming and his legs kicking and his cries and pleas and promises and even his tears, just..., I don't know, it's, it's...heaven!  I usually don't spank him that hard.  Just a few little stings that turn his bottom red.  His skin is tender so it reddens very quickly.  But the feel of my hand on his plump little jiggling bottom cheeks and the feel of him struggling and his crying like a baby is enough to make me feel positively euphoric. And then I can sit him on my lap or wrap him in my arms and hold him against me and rock him and cuddle him and I'm just in love." Kelly rhapsodized.      Heather laughed along with the salesgirl.  "Mom, she gasped through her giggles, you are disturbed."       "Well," the salesgirl said, "I couldn't help but notice in those jeans he tried on that he does have a cute little bottom."      "You should see it bare!" Kelly said.  "You wouldn't believe such perfection exists!  And Heather's, too."  They both have the most perfect little bottoms."      "Mom!" Heather shrieked and giggled again.  "Is that what Daddy says?" she asked blushing.       "No.  Daddy does not talk about your bottom, Heather, unless it's to tell me it needs another spanking.  And you should be happy that I talk him out of spanking you as often as he would like to give you one.  And Danny, too."      Meanwhile, Danny was in the dressing room trying on another of the outfits and listening to the details of his bottom and his spankings.  He was convinced he would never stop blushing nor would he live through the embarrassment of this day.  The last thing he wanted to do was walk out of the dressing room and face Kelly and the giggling Heather and the salesgirl.  Both his step sister and the salesgirl knew he'd been spanked.  He knew they would all look at his bottom.  Especially the pretty salesgirl. It was bad enough that he still got spanked without having her know about it.  He had heard her say she had not been spanked since she was 10.  And now, thanks to Kelly, she would have to worry about someone coming along and giving her one.  And not even someone in her family.  If he had to get spanked, Danny supposed he was lucky that most of his spankings came from Kelly. That poor salesgirl was not so fortunate.      Danny sighed, put his head down and walked out of the dressing room, into the boy's department and waited for Kelly to notice.  She was talking to to the salesgirl about his and Heather's 'perfect' bottoms and he felt his entire body grow hot. It was the salesgirl who noticed him and she looked at Kelly and nodded her head toward Danny.  Kelly walked over to him and inspected him carefully from head to toe.  She put two fingers inside the waistband of his pants to check for fit.  She put her hands all over his chest checking the fit of the shirt.       "Oh, Danny darling, that's perfect!"  She patted his bottom. "The pants are just snug enough across your little bottom," she laughed and looked back at the salesgirl and Heather, both of whom looked at Danny's bottom as they laughed.      Danny's eyes filled with tears of embarrassment.  "Can't we please go home now, Kelly?  Mommy?  Please?" he pleaded.      Kelly looked at her blushing, teary-eyed stepson.  She took his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his forehead in a light kiss.  She wrapped him in her arms and hugged him tightly against her.       "Yes, baby.  We can go home now. That little spanking I gave you in the dressing room was really not enough, though," she whispered into his ear.  "When we get home, I'm going to turn you over my knee," she promised, kissing the top of his head. "And take your pants off," she told him, kissing him again.  And pull your little briefs down until your bottom is completely bare," she said, continuing to give him soft kisses, "and I'm going to spank that perfect bottom of yours until it tingles with stings and is very hot," she vowed.  "And when you are my sweet, angelic baby again, I'll sit you on my lap in my big rocking chair and rock you to sleep.  Unless you'd rather stay here and try on all of the other outfits?" Kelly asked, looking at Danny.      Danny shook his head, his heart pounding, his mouth dry. "No, you're right.  You were pretty easy on me.  I don't think I've learned my lesson yet.  Take me home.  Please."      "I'll help you change your clothes, baby," Kelly offered. She looked up at Heather.  "We're going home," Kelly said as she led Danny into the dressing room.