WP2 is being punished for touching a pair of his co-workers unworn panties that she had in a bag for changing clothes. I asked him to shop for and purchase a pair of panties that reminded him of the pair that he touched, but in his size, for him to wear while writing his lines for punishment. Below is his shopping report.
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With my event ending today at 3pm, I decided to take advantage of the time to attempt to purchase panties. Although I was in an unfamiliar town, I know where the main shopping area is. The town does not have any specialist lingerie shops that I know of and would have found it very difficult to go into them, as I’m a panties buying virgin.
I went into a total of 4 shops Mistress to ascertain what products they had. 3 of them were smaller branches of major department stores and one was a local clothing outlet. As I left my car and walked to the cash point to get money I was getting a feeling of anxiety and thought this would pass. How wrong I was.
I casually walked into the main entrance of the first department store and went upstairs to the ladies clothing. As I rose on the escalator I could see the underwear at the top of the stairs. It was like being delivered to my fate. I looked at the panties on display and whilst there were some very interesting choices, some practical, some fancy, some frilly and some that looked quite impossible for male wear, I was having difficulty in seeing a pair that were similar to the pair I had handled. Part of this may have been my fear and anxiety as this was rising all the time whilst I was in the store. What if an assistant came to me, what if I saw someone I knew from the event, what if I was spending too long and attracting the attention of the staff thinking I was a pervert and not someone intending to purchase. At that point I decided to leave and try the second store.
The second store was a very basic clothing outlet. They had packs of cheap panties in a few colour, none that seemed to jog my memory of the panties I had handled nor of a quality that seemed appropriate. They did however, have a chart on the wall and I was able to compare my waist/trouser size with the UK women’s clothing sizes. With this information I felt more confident. At least if I was asked I could say that I was looking for a size and type so if I was asked by an assistant, it would seem better than a very confused reply. I couldn’t say that I was purchasing them following your instructions or ask the assistant to measure me! However, there wasn’t really what I was instructed to purchase so I left.
In the third shop, things were a little better. I found range of single panties and some packs. The underwear was towards the rear of the store and only those looking at that product were there rather than the panties and bra section being in the middle of the store. I didn’t find any that seemed to be white with the touch of colour that I seemed to remember but I did find several types of single panties that were quite colourful and a pack that was similar to those I had handled so I was feeling that my quest was possible.
By this point, Mistress I was getting a little too confident. My initial anxiety had eased a little as I now knew what size I was looking for, I had a possible purchase in mind if I wasn’t able to find a closer match and the store was laid out in a manner that would make a purchase fairly straight forward.
Time was getting on and I had spent almost 45 minutes looking at panties. I went into the fourth shop and found the lingerie section. This was a better store and it had a wider range of panties plus some of the larger sizes that had been difficult to find in the previous stores. However the lingerie section was central to the store and one of the main thoroughfares ran alongside the section. It made it a little easier to casually walk along but there were a large number of people in the store, certainly more that the previous places. Conscious of the time and how my opportunity to purchase was limited over the forthcoming days I plunged into the sections. There was quite a range of bras, panties, briefs, nightwear, stockings, tights and similar. I found the briefs section and saw a pack containing a white pair with a little bow that seemed to be familiar. There was a range of sizes and larger sizes too. I was, Mistress, beginning to wonder what I was worried about, just pick up a pack, pay and go. Hmmm. I selected the pack that had 5 pairs and included the pair that seemed to match what I had seen. I took them off the rail and began to examine the size and check them over. As I looked up it was as if the women in the section were suddenly very close indeed. I’m sure they hadn’t moved from the few seconds before but I was so conscious of them. I picked up the pack and holding it low down by my side started to make for the pay point.
My anxiety and tension had already begun to rise. The butterflies in my tummy were flying and I was nervous as I walked out of the section carrying my panty pack, knowing that I had not purchased a pair for someone but that I would be wearing in them, what I would be doing whilst wearing them, where I’d be doing what I would be doing and why.
I walked to the pay point and that was when my anxiety, fear and excitement came together as there was a queue. ‘Oh god’ I thought, what do I do. I can’t just walk round the shop carrying panties until the queue went, as that would be stranger than just joining it. So I took my turn at the back. A couple of people were served and I became aware that others had joined the queue. As the pay point was that nearest the ladies section, the queue was only women apart from myself and the 2 people at the till were women too.
I nearly turned and walked away Mistress. I was so very fearful of what the people in the queue might be noticing or saying to themselves about this man in the queue. But I had the closest match to the panties I had handled there in my hand as you had instructed, Mistress. I could have left and gone to the other store but the panties were not the same and who was to say that the queue situation would not any easier.
I looked at the 2 women serving. One lady was a young woman with blonde hair and look about 18, the other was the supervisor and more mature, around 40 years old. I didn’t want the younger woman to serve me because she might find it difficult to deal with where as the supervisor would, I expect, have sold panties to men before and take it in her stride. However, the younger woman was pretty and quite cute with her hair taken back and quite pert breasts, which I found attractive but the supervisor was also attractive and more curvy. I was getting more agitated at this point as I was several customers from being served so could not predict which assistant I would deal with, there were customers behind me and in my hand was a pack of panties that would be on my body. I think it was at that point when I really realised that I would be wearing the panties I was purchasing and I’d be being punished whilst I would doing so, as if the purchase wasn’t penance enough. It was at that point I realised because it was then I began to get an erection.
The queue seemed to move so, so slowly. I was starting to sweat and felt very hot indeed stood their in my coat and my shirt and tie with panties in my hand. As the queue moved I watched the assistants and could see the younger woman was slower at serving than the supervisor was and had more problems with the till. I was wishing that I would be served by the supervisor and could get away as quickly as possible. I had a vision of the younger woman holding the panties in the air and shouting for a bar code or a price as, at that point I’d forgotten what the price was.
I reached the front of the queue with my heart pounding, my palms beginning to sweat and a lump in my trousers that wouldn’t go away. The supervisor was almost through with her customer and the younger woman was still ringing in items. ‘Yes’ I said to myself, ‘I can purchase and escape’. However fate decided to pull at me, and the customer with the supervisor had decided to pay by credit card with which there was a problem. I could only go forwards to the check out as the queue behind was preventing any escape. The younger assistant carried on with her customer and the supervisor re-entered the credit card. Whilst these transactions were going on it seemed as if time had stood still with each action of the supervisor was so lengthy whilst the younger assistant was asking her customer about the shops store card. The customer began to ask about it. Phew, I really didn’t want to face a young woman, with my sweating palms, beating heart and erection, who might do who knows what. Please, the supervisor, was the thought that I kept having, please the supervisor.
Both customers seemed to conclude their purchases at the same time and the next please light came on. I took my first step to the supervisor’s desk. She bent to reach some more bags from behind the counter and the young assistant said ‘may I help’.
I felt my heart go into overdrive and yet admired the young girl's features. Her name badge was Suzanne. I smiled and presented the panties ‘these please’ I said. She rang them into the till and told me the price ‘that’s six pounds please’. I opened my wallet and gave her a ten pound note. ‘Oh’ said Suzanne. ‘We are running out of change, do you have a pound coin and I will give you a five pound note’ I gave Suzanne a pound. Suzanne had already rung it into the till but turned to the supervisor and asked if she should cancel the transaction because the customer had given her eleven pounds where as the till roll had ten pounds tendered. The supervisor leaned across and said that it didn’t matter and to carry on. Suzanne picked up the money from the counter and put it into the till, giving me my change. The panties were sitting on the counter as they had been since Suzanne had checked them in.
There was a pause that seemed to be an hour but must only have been a second. ‘I’m sorry’ Suzanne said, I’ve forgotten to print the receipt, do you need one’. As Mistress had instructed that I have a proof of purchase I said that I did. Suzanne then asked the supervisor how to print a receipt now the till was closed. The panties were still on the counter and the queue was still behind me. The supervisor leaned across once more and said something about pressing a key on the console, which Suzanne did, and my receipt was printed. Finally Suzanne picked up a bag, opened it, put in my receipt and the panties. I took the back and walked away with a tremendous buzz that I had achieved your instruction, Mistress with my anxiety turning to a feeling of joy.
I returned home and wrote this account before the details began to wane. I have tried on a pair of the panties and they seem to fit. As you instructed, once I was satisfied they would fit I removed them and put them with the rest of the pack to await your next installment to my punishments.
One pair in the pack is like those I remember, a white pair with a little pink ribbon on them. The rest of the pack are black and white ‘zebra’ marked pair, an all black pair, a grey pair with pink ribbon and a black and white patches pair. They felt rather cosy when I tried a pair on but I did manage to get myself into them quite comfortably.
Mistress, you are so intuitive and I thank you for such a challenging and rewarding punishment.
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