WIP it Wednesday: Stephanie’s spanked at the toy store

Today features another excerpt from my novella, The Spanking Misadventures of Stephanie, publishing soon from Clarian Press. Last week I offered the beginning of the story with this post here. It will make more sense to read that first. Also, yesterday on my daily spanking blog, Spank Me Hard… Please?, I shared two more snippets that fit between last week’s post and today’s.

Chapter Three

 

“Good morning, Mrs. Garcia.” Stephanie greeted her neighbor with a friendly hug. “Are we ready to go?”

“Almost, dear. I’ll need to inspect your bottom first. We are going shopping for toys and I need to make sure you’ll be able to handle any tests.”

“Tests? I thought we were going to purchase a vibrator?”

“We are, Stephanie — among other things — but you need to have something besides the hairbrush here at your place when you need your spankings.”

Stephanie began to protest, saying her boss had demanded to apply vitamin E twice a day at work. “Plus, you have been ‘inspecting’ and lubing me every morning and night for the past three days! I’ve been so wet I had to wear a pad to work. I don’t need another inspection or spanking. I’ve been a very good girl and haven’t been spanked since.”

Mrs. Garcia tapped her foot impatiently. “And what have we told you about your attitude?”

Stephanie looked away, not really upset, but remembering all the times her neighbors had spanked her for being disrespectful.

“Over my lap now so we can get going. If you’re wet that’s not my fault. That’s why we’re going shopping, so you can better manage your arousal.”

Stephanie continued to grumble but reluctantly obeyed. Once in position, ruffled skirt tossed up, panties lowered, Mrs. Garcia probed and squeezed the ample surface.

“A quick reminder to behave today, and then the oil.” Mrs. Garcia rapidly spanked back and forth with her hand for about thirty seconds, then drizzled some oil and rubbed it in all around Stephanie’s bottom. After one final wallop, Stephanie thanked her and they were off to the toy store.

 

Stephanie had never been inside Passion and Pleasures On Park. When she’d let slip the previous day to her coworkers that she was going there, they’d all squealed and exclaimed it was the best place to shop. They’d quickly opened the web page and, for the rest of the lunch hour, gave Stephanie a guided tour of all the items they liked. She was so embarrassed, but squirmed in her chair with damp panties for the rest of the day as she envisioned using the many products.

 

“Juanita, it’s so good to see you again,” the proprietor called out with a broad smile. “How are the twins? Did Antonio enjoy his birthday gift?”

Mrs. Garcia hugged the woman and affectionately kissed the cheek of her college roommate and maid-of-honor. “The twins are doing fine, thank you for asking, Dawn. As for Antonio, the man is a ravenous beast. He doesn’t need any more gifts.”

Dawn laughingly agreed. Raising one eyebrow and tilting her head with a smile, she asked, “And who is this adorable young lady?”

“Allow me to introduce my friend Stephanie.” Mrs. Garcia tugged the first-time visitor forward. “Stephanie, this is the owner, Dawn.”

Stephanie shook hands politely then, clearly distracted by the displayed products, ignored the two women chatting and slowly turned in a complete circle with a wide-eyed stare.

Mrs. Garcia exchanged a knowing glance and smile with Dawn. “Stephanie is here, believe it or not, because she doesn’t own a single toy or paddle!” She smirked as Dawn gasped in faux dismay — a retail trick — and took hold of Stephanie’s hands.

“You poor, neglected girl.” Dawn squeezed out a tear. “Don’t you worry; I’ll will take care of all your needs from top to bottom.” She looked her over critically and directed her question at Mrs. Garcia. “What should we start with? Pleasure or pain?”

“Well, Dawn, she doesn’t have a boyfriend at present to train her and put her through her paces. Her sexual desires are being sadly neglected, I’m afraid. She needs at least two different vibrators and two sizes of plugs.” She picked up a package and showed it to Dawn. “Do you still allow test drives of these in the private room?”

“Absolutely, Juanita,” Dawn exclaimed, her hand waving in the vague direction towards a red velvet curtain at the rear of the store. “Stephanie should take advantage of the opportunity to gauge her response level.” She looked her up and down and with a twirling hand gesture, motioned for Stephanie to spin in place. “I like your body, Stephanie. Some of the products are non-refundable after all and need to be fitted to size. I’ll help you find the perfect fit for your shape with our protective covered samples.”

“I’m not a docile mannequin,” Stephanie complained. “I don’t need to try them out here! What if someone else comes in?” pointing at a couple on the other side of the store. “Why can’t I wait till I get home?”

Mrs. Garcia shook her forefinger. “Stephanie! You promised to be a good girl and obey me. You will test drive the vibrators! No! Not another word out of you, young lady.” She spotted a bench behind the counter, sat down and sternly ordered Stephanie to get over her knees and flip up her skirt.

Mrs. Garcia scolded her as she took a small paddle from her purse. “You’re lucky I’m feeling merciful and letting you keep your panties on in the store.”

Dawn watched the preparations with a satisfied smile. “I think pain is up first. We’ll need to test drive some discipline toys as well.”

“I completely agree, Dawn. I wasn’t going to recommend that today, but obviously she needs a reminder. Pain before pleasure today, naughty girl. I hope you are satisfied with the results of your silly behavior.” As Dawn left to assist another client, Mrs. Garcia proceeded to briskly smack Stephanie for several minutes; then drove the lesson home with numerous medium and firm strokes. She finished off with ten very hard smacks.

The other staff went about their business helping other customers as the sounds of the spanking echoed in the store. Dawn was quite pleased when the impromptu discipline resulted in the sale of several paddles to a giggling couple. They even tried a couple of playful swats before they left.

And yes, I know it’s Tuesday, but Wednesday is racing across the Pacific. Besides that, I’ll have another WIP it Wednesday post tomorrow.

Byron Cane