I got my slave at the mall_(2)

I got my slave at the mall



My wife and I were at the mall, just walking around getting some exercise. I was forty years old, six feet tall, weighed one hundred, sixty-five pounds. My wife was thirty two years old, five feet three inches tall, and one hundred, ninety pounds.

I noticed a woman about twenty five years old. She was about five feet eight inches and had medium large breasts. The woman was wearing a denim pleated skirt and a white shirt with the two top buttons undone, tied above the navel. She was watching us and a couple other guys as she was biting on her lower lip like she was in deep thought about something.

I asked my wife, “do you see that Woman over there?”

“Yes, she is beautiful. I’m not that much into women but, I would not mind some of that.”

I said, “just watch her, she is up to something.”

A few minutes later the woman came running up and smacked me upside my head.

I shouted, “what the hell is the matter with you!”

“You son-of-a-bitch! I told you I would get even!”

“What do you mean, ‘get even’? I never saw you before in my life.”

“Remember about a month ago at the bar, I spilled my drink on you and you busted my lip, blacked my eye, and almost broke three of my ribs?”

“Lady, you are crazy I don’t drink and don’t go to the bars. I’m not the one you think I am.”

She took another swing at me. I caught her hand and said, “I don’t beat women, but if you don’t stop this shit, I will spank your ass.”

She kicked at me and said “You son-of-a-bitch! You ain’t big enough!”

I dragged her into the shoe store. There were no customers in the store. I told my wife to not let anyone in. I set down on a stool, yanked the woman’s panties down her legs, bent her over my left knee, and locked her legs in place with my right leg. I told her, “I am going to give you twenty-six swats on your ass, and you are going to count like this; ‘one, thank you, master, two, thank you, master’. If you say anything else, don’t count, or forget to say thank you master, the count starts over. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I swatted her hard and said, “yes what!?!”

“Yes, master.”

I told my wife to get me some first aid cream. The store manager said he had some in a first aid kit and that I could use some of it.

I said, “that’s fine. Okay, let us get on with it.”

Whack!

“One! Thank you, master.”

Whack!

“Two!