Paris Trip - Part Five

Sam didn?t come out of the cubicle for about fifteen minutes and, when she did, she was still red in the face. She strode across the floor, not breaking step as she returned the items to the counter and made straight out the exit without glancing back to see if I was with her. I wasn?t too sure what to say or how to react and didn?t get much of a chance to try until she stopped walking about fifteen minutes later. By that time we were quite a distance from the shop or any of the streets we had been browsing in. She?d stopped on a little footbridge looking down on a path and park below with a small lake or perhaps it was a canal. I stood silent beside her, trying to look comically contrite. It was a look I?d been practising as I jogged along trying to keep up over the last mile. ?Do you think that we?re even?? Sam asked eventually. ?Is that what you meant when you said that I?d know it when it happened?? ?Yes.? ?You pulled down isvecbahis my pants. In a store, in front of dozens of people.? It wasn?t dozens but I didn?t think that this was the moment to argue. ?Yes,? I said, "you were bent over in public showing your bare ass to the world. Did it make you feel sexy?? Sam was silent for about a minute. ?No. It didn?t make me feel sexy. It shocked and frightened me." She hesitated. I waited, knowing she wanted to say more and was searching for the words. Or the courage. "It got a wee bit sexy when I thought of it in the cubicle. While I was dressing. Knowing that strangers had seen me.... effectively nude. But I don?t know why. I think it was part of the shock.? ?And now?" I asked quietly "Now, as you think about standing there in front of people in your purple lacy knickers, bent over showing them your bum. And then flashing your bare bum. In front of strangers. Does it make you feel sexy now isveçbahis giriş thinking about it?? Another long hesitation. "Yeah. It does,? said Sam, making a sort of a resentful half smile. This was a long way past anything I?ve ever dreamed of now. We were flying in uncharted territory. I had no idea what to say or where this conversation would lead.Or could lead. ?Like a stripper or maybe even a flasher might get a thrill,? I suggested. ?No!" she answered firmly, quick as a flash. ?A stripper is in control. They?re saying 'I can turn you on. I can walk over to you and turn you on whether you want to be turned on or not just by taking off my clothes.' The stripper is in control. I was embarrassed. It was more like a child being punished in public. Humiliation. Almost the opposite of being a stripper, I think" Sam hesitated. Blushing. "Like being spanked.? ?Yes,? I said. ?Punished like a child. For being naughty. I told isveçbahis yeni giriş you that you would be. Now you?ll be a good girl." ?Or maybe I?ll get even. You never know. But you?d just better be careful over the next few days.? ?Now don?t be cheeky or I?ll pull down your pants in front of people again.? Sam considered this. ?Or maybe I?ll spank your bare ass in public instead of the privacy of our room.? Now, I don?t claim to be an expert in these things but isn?t there supposed to be one submissive partner and one dominatrix? I wasn?t the one who had mentioned the word ?spank.? That was her. Major signal. Alarm bells. My head was spinning so much I wasn't certain which of us was playing what role in this extraordinary conversation. I needed to stop. To think. I needed to work out what on earth was going on. Review before we dug ourselves any further. There was no question this was erotic and was turning me on. But I could not help feeling that this might be something I would regret if I didn't tread very carefully. I?m not really a particularly kinky type. I?d only ever tried spanking once before. That was with a bloke and never anything with a girl.