2. Another Satisfied Customer
"Come on poppet," James Hedley-Wilson said impatiently, sweeping a hand through his greying hair as once again he had to wait for her to catch up.
"Sorry, James, it's these new shoes," the flustered young woman said as she skipped along, her dangerously high heels rattling against the paving stones.
"I only said I liked you in those heels, you didn't have to wear them Emma," he said, as he glanced at his Rolex.
"Sorry," Emma repeated.
"We've only got a couple of hours before the show starts. What's this shop called again?"
"Honeysuckle Lingerie. Sarah, my friend from work recommended it. She said it was down the end of this road," she panted as she struggled to keep up with him
"Yes, well, let's hope so, hmm?" he said, already regretting to offer to buy her some new underwear.
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"What do we always say in this shop?" Stacy said.
"Um, I don't remember," Casey replied.
She was bent over Stacy's desk in her office at the back of the store, her charcoal skirt stretched tightly over her pert bottom, a firm hand in the centre of her back, the desk's varnished surface cold against her chin and forearms.
"Ow!" she squealed as Stacy brought her hand down smartly, the sharp sound echoing off the plain magnolia walls like a rifle shot.
"What do we always say?" she repeated slowly, as if she was addressing a child.
"The customer always comes first," Casey said, intoning the phrase like a mantra.
"That's right," Stacy said running a hand over her sister's smoothly rounded buttocks.
"Look, I'm sorry, alright? Let's get back to the store, eh?" Casey said, trying to straighten up.
"Not so fast," Stacy said, pushing her back down with a firm hand between her shoulders. "So what was going on with that girl Abby earlier, hmm?"
"It wasn't my fault, she came on to me," Casey protested, then squealed as she felt Stacy's cruel hand spank her sharply again.
"Why do you always make it so hard on yourself, hmm?" Stacy said as she wriggled Casey's tight skirt up over her stocking tops, unable to resist running her fingers along the sheer black nylon. She was always surprised at how much longer the stockings and black stilettos made her sister's legs look.
"No, please don't," Casey whimpered as the older woman neatly folded her skirt up around her waist, and she felt the cool air kiss her warm buttocks. The tiny thong was just a thin black ribbon plunging between her cheeks, providing little protection against her sister's mean hands.
"Now why don't you tell me the truth while you can still sit down?" the blonde said, extracting another yelp from her sister with a fierce slap.
"Ow! Alright, alright! I may have encouraged her a little," Casey whined, seriously regretting wearing such a skimpy thong as her sister stung her naked skin again.
Stacy smiled as she brought her hand down again, once on each buttock, a little harder this time, enjoying the sight of her sister squirming, her smoothly rounded buttocks wiggling provocatively.
"Ow! Jeez! Not so hard!" she whined.
"It's not the first time, is it? Hmm? What about that middle-aged woman last week? Jessica, was it? I seem to remember finding you encouraging her to check out what was beneath your skirt too, you little tramp!" Stacy said as she delivered several more hard slaps to Casey's reddened buttocks.
"Ow! Ouch! Please!" Casey yelped.
"And the teenager with the impressive tattoos? Didn't I find her between your legs too?" she said, as she warmed Casey's derriere.
"Ow! Please! I don't remember," Casey whimpered miserably, her buttocks beginning to throb painfully now as her sister slapped her. It wasn't the first time this had happened, and Stacy knew all the tender little spots that would make her wail.
"Well, then maybe it's time you had a proper spanking so you have something to remember next time," Stacy said, thoroughly enjoying the sight of her sister's bottom glowing hot pink as she began to ease the tiny thong down over her hips.
"Wait, wait! Stop! I think I hear the bell, someone's waiting in the shop," Casey squealed, straining her ears, and desperate to avoid any more punishment.
"If this is a trick you're only going to make it worse, you little tart," Stacy growled, pausing, her hand poised in mid-air.
Casey held her breath and hoped she wasn't mistaken. Her older sister seemed in a particularly vindictive mood this afternoon.
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"Hello? Shop! Shop?" James shouted as he roughly slammed his hand on the little brass bell.
"Please don't make a fuss, James," Emma said.
"No, you wanted to shop here, so that's what we'll do," he said, ringing the bell again.
"We can always try somewhere else," Emma said quietly as she nervously fingered some silk brassieres.
"Ah, about time!" he said, as a tall blonde assistant appeared.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, I had some staffing issues. How can I help?" Stacy said, smiling politely at the middle-aged man dressed in a pink polo shirt and beige chinos.
"My, um, friend here is looking for something slinky for the boudoir, some kind of nightgown or slip, something sexy but classic," James said, indicating his redheaded partner, who looked to be much younger. He looked at least forty, whereas she didn't even look thirty.
"I see, well our slips, teddies, body-stockings, corsets, negligees and babydoll nighties are all over here," Stacy said, leading them towards the back of the store.
"Yes, I like these babydolls," James said, fingering the sheer material. "What do you think, dear? I think you'd look great in one of these."
"Um, yes, they're nice," Emma said.
"Yes, very nice, have you got this in pink or white?" he asked.
