Mall 6: Trouble in the Plaza 1 (edited from retroguy's post)
She hurried out of the close quarters of the changing room.
I smiled and stepped out to wait for her, I reveled in the sense of power I had never met such a receptive subject before. I began to wonder what her deal was. Soon I saw her rushing back with the gift certificates in her hand.
"Here you are. Now will you forgive my rudeness? Please?" she pleaded.
"I accept your apology," I responded.
She smiled and started to turn away when I stopped her.
">And remember I am expecting you at my party tonight<," I told her, and waited for her nod of acceptance.
With certificates in hand, I finally did try the jeans on and sighed as they fit. Karen guessed my size dead on. I stepped out, holding the jeans, and headed back to Karen and Anna, their mom Patricia had caught up with them.
"How did they fit?" Lovely Karen smiled when she saw me coming.
"They fit perfectly” I said and as I put the jeans on the counter along with one of the gift certificates.
All four of us walked arm in arm to the fashionable women’s clothing store. Once inside the three women started browsing. Even though I had already had sex twice today I found yourself ogling the girls. I continued to send out the ‘suggestion’ that I was generous, cool, a great catch, and a good sport. Anna looking at some colorful tops. I had to admire the jiggling of her full soft breasts as she reached up to pull some of them down to see how they'd look on her.
"I like your new jeans." she mentioned when she saw me ogling her tits. I had forgotten that she wouldn’t mind my glances.
"Uh, thanks, do you see anything you like?" I asked her nonchalantly.
"A few things but I didn't bring much money," she pouts.
"Here," I said, reaching into my pocket for the gift certificates, "Two for you, and Two for you too Karen."
Their eyes lit up at the sight of them and Anna asked where I got them.
"Oh, I am one of the owners of this mall. So, you guys keep shopping. I'm going to go get a pretzel."
'You're the best!" Anna blushed, and gave me a hug, pressing her full, soft breasts against my chest and the sweet touch of her lips against my neck.
"C'mon Karen. Let's do some shopping," she giggled, waiting for her sister to give me a kiss before grabbing her hand and practically dragging her away.
I smiled as you watch them disappear down the aisle and I realized the power I had. Before I left the store I remembered to find Patricia, and sure enough, there she was looking at leggings and shaking her head at the price tags. She smiled when she sees you approaching, and then looked around.
"Where are Anna and Karen?" she asked me.
"They're doing some shopping, and you're going to do some too," I told her as I handed out 2 more of the gift certificates.
Her eyes go wide and her nipples visibly harden as she takes them, and her mouth opened in awe as she asked where I got them, I told her the same story as the girls.
">Don't say anything and listen to me Patricia<," I said and watched her go blank for a moment, her mouth closing. "You're going to make some improvements in your life," you begin and let your eyes openly take in her slim, perky build. "You have a great body and you're going to start letting me see it. You're going to buy a few bikini’s and some tight, low cut tops. I never want to see you in loose fitting clothes again. Understand?<" I was taking a huge risk… if she wasn’t under my influence yet… I started breathing again when I saw her nod. "Good. I'm going to get a pretzel and I don't want any of you to leave this store until I get back. Now, go shopping for what I told you to, okay?”
She nodded then turned away, searching the store.
I was very full of myself as I walked out onto the plaza. I was probably not thinking realistically as I was walking back to the women’s clothing store pretzels in hand. I was absorbed in my own thoughts and in the mastication of pretzels when just on the other side of the plaza a woman struck her son on his backside. This boy was many years younger then I was but still too old to be struck in public. I was not feeling particularly angry or righteous about what I had seen, perhaps because this seemed to be an attractive middle class blonde woman in her thirties of forties. Not the kind of woman who hits people in public.
As my feet carried me closer to the scene I heard the woman tell the boy not to say something or to ask to buy something her words weren’t really clear. She was down on both knees in front of him gripping his arm tightly and had her face right in his face whispering menacing words.
“If you don’t BEHAVE I am going to SPANK YOU!” She growled. Then the boy tried to say something. She replied with “Stop whining, STOP IT, STOP IT!” and started spanking him again.
“Uh,” I said aloud “I don’t think he likes to be embarrassed like that.”
The woman either didn’t hear me or just ignored me. So I reached out and gripped her upper arm. But for some reason she still didn’t respond. So, with a wrench, I hoisted her up onto her feet.
“>Parents shouldn’t hit their children.<” I stated calmly.
“Let go of me!” She replied fiercely her short blonde bangs shaking with her fury. To be angry and beautiful at the same time was no mean feat. I’m sure the kid was turned on by his mom’s beauty and her physicality.
“Not until you >calm down<.” I said.
“Who are you to tell me how to discipline my child? Let go of my arm!”
The direct approach had failed me.
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