Erin in the theater with wearing only her coat.
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Early November in Atlanta. Sometimes it is wicked cold; sometimes it can be barely sweater weather. On this particular Sunday afternoon, it was in the mid 60s with a gentle misty rain and perfect for Erin to wear her new coat.
A birthday gift from her parents, it was the classic trench style: epaulets, double breasted, belted, just at knee length, and to be different, it was pale blue in color. She wore it well, looking quite classy.
Lenox Square is the epitome of the Upper Scale mall. Macy's, Nieman Marcus, many high-end shops and boutiques, and the cars parked in the lots give evidence that there is money around. This was back when there was still a multi screen theater in the lower level; only two years later the theater would close when a re-model of the mall gave rise to a third level and an expansion of the food court.
I parked the car at the opposite end from the theater, near the entrance from Peachtree Road. Erin and I had gotten there quite early for the movie's start time and I told her that we could just walk around and window-shop for a while. It was fun, seeing the fancy clothes and the jewelry stores, and seeing the people walking to and fro. We were both dressed nicely, me in jeans and a navy blazer, her in a mid-calf length blue patterned dress that flowed around her when her coat flapped open.
Erin did not question and probably did not even notice when I grabbed a shopping bag from in front of Macy's. I folded it under my arm as we strolled. As we got closer to the food court, I guided Erin to the hall leading off the main corridor, down to the public restrooms. At first, she took it that I had to visit the facilities, but I stopped her outside the Ladies room.
"Here you go, sweetheart," I said, and I held out the shopping bag to her. She took it and looked inside with a quizzical look on her face.
"What's this?"
"Well, here's what I want you to do. You're wearing your coat, which is quite nice by the way, and that's enough. You're going to go inside, into one of the stalls, and undress. I want you to put your clothes in this bag and then we can go on shopping with you wearing just your coat."
"Ahhh..." Erin started to say as I put my finger to her lips.
"No questioning, just do as I say, OK?"
As was often the case with Erin, we had a little discussion, her protesting and me telling her how much fun she was about to have, and as usual, she sighed and acquiesced.
I had realized that when Erin tried to resist me it was just a symbolic response. She always ended up doing what I wanted, so her resistance was her way of telling herself that she was not truly submitting to me. That way, whatever happened, however she ended up, no matter how much she enjoyed her situation, she could say it was all my doing. There was never an argument, never any threats on my part, just little discussions. And then her saying, "OK, whatever you want."
And, believe me, I made sure she enjoyed herself. Immensely. After all, if she did not enjoy, I could not enjoy.
Erin took the bag and pushed open the door and disappeared inside. Not sure how long she would take to "change," I wandered back to the food court and got a coke. After about ten minutes the door to the ladies room opened and she appeared.
Her coat was now buttoned and the belt tied (I had taught her that one never clasped the belt on a trench coat; it was always tied in a single overhand). Her legs were bare, no dress visible and she stood proudly in her high heels. The shopping bag swung from her right hand and her purse was in her left. She had brushed her hair and it fell to her shoulders.
I smiled. 'You look great, sweetheart, let's go." I took her hand and we re-entered the mall proper. I handed her the coke, sharing with her.
After a bit, I took the shopping bag from her and lifted it. I peeked inside, only out of curiosity. Hmm, I did not see a certain couple of brightly colored pieces of filmy cloth. I lowered the bag and took her hand again. This time I guided her to a little alcove between two stores.
"Erin, something's wrong, something's missing here." I stood facing the mall so her back was to the people. "Open your coat, show me that you listened to me." I reached and unbuttoned two buttons on her coat.
She got an embarrassed look on her face. "I, uh, did what you said, I undressed and put my clothes in that bag, didn't I?"
"I don't know that you did, show me."
"But you know I did, you can see my clothes in the bag..."
"C'mon, sweetie."
"Mmmm," and she lowered her eyes. I tugged on her belt and drew her closer to me.
Erin undid the belt and then slowly loosened each button. She looked over her shoulder and then spread the coat, not wide, but enough to show me. She was still wearing her bra and panties. I noticed that there was a slight wet spot in the crotch of the panties. She closed the coat and held it around her.
"Now, repeat to me what I told you to do."
"You said for me to take off my clothes and that I was going to walk around wearing my coat. But I thought you would like it if I were wearing just my lingerie under my coat, don't you like this, huh, don't you?"
"Yes, I do like what I see, but this is not what I want. I want you to be naked under your coat. I thought I was clear, but that's ok, easily fixable." I stroked her hair. "Let's go back to the restroom."
She started to close the buttons, but I said, "No, just hold it closed." She shivered at that.