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                Adaptation:    Surprised Shopper


Christine Sullivan walked casually into the exclusive ladies clothing
shop. Her high heels which had clicked noisily on the side walk were
quiet on the plush carpeting. Greeted by a rather eager sales clerk,
the lovely attorney indicated that she wanted to 'look' and  shuffled
through the racks of clothing by herself. A chic brown tweed jacket
and skirt combination caught her eye. Now showing a renewed
enthusiasm, the clerk motioned her down a short hallway to a dressing
room. The woman, who indicated that her name was Helen, followed
Christine carrying the hangered garments. Christine noted, without
really thinking about it, that Helen made a brief stop near one of the
display counters prior to bringing the garments to the dressing room.
Briefly commenting on the quality and tailoring of the outfit, Helen
exited the dressing room. "I'll wait in the main store area.  You will
want to view the outfit in the three-way mirror."
  
Briefly, assuring that the dressing room door was securely closed,
Christine began to disrobe. The attractive woman gazed idly in the
full length mirror at her reflection as she reached behind herself and
fumbled with the back zipper of her navy colored linen dress.
 There were also several smaller mirrors located on the back wall of
the dressing room. Christine presumed that these were for use in
fixing one's make-up or hair. Having lowered the zipper she dropped
the dress to her waist, then lowered it fully and stepped out of it.
Placing her dress on a wall hook, she examined her figure in the
mirror. At thirty-two she was a beautiful mature woman. Her carefully
styled brown hair, beautiful facial features, and sensuous figure were
all evidenced in the reflection. Her ample breasts were held erectly
by a lacy white brassiere. A matching half-slip with wide lacy hem,
taupe colored nylon stockings and navy colored high-heeled pumps
completed her under dressing.
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 Reaching for the outfit that she was to try on, Christine removed it
from the hanger. As she did she noticed something strange. A petite
gold bracelet was caught on the bottom clasp of the skirt. Removing it
and examining the price tag she noted that the bracelet was marked
$350.00. Laying the bracelet on a shelf, she slipped on the skirt to
the outfit and then the top jacket. As she buttoned the jacket she
noted that the outfit was intended to be worn with a blouse. As she
looked in the mirror, she noted the low cut neckline of the jacket
exposed the inner section of each bra cup.
  "Oh well!" she thought, "After all, this is a woman's clothing
store." Exiting the dressing room she returned to the sales floor to
use the three-way mirror. She did want to see how well the jacket and
skirt outfit fit.
Once again she was greeted by Helen who assisted her in viewing the
outfit in the triple section mirror. Helen again commented on the
garment's quality and stylish characteristics. She unbuttoned the
jacket and asked Christine to hold it open so they could check out the
way the skirt hung on her hips.  Impressed by the way the outfit set
off her brown hair and satisfied with its fit, Christine decided to
purchase the outfit.
 Turning to return to the dressing room, the was startled to find
herself almost face to face with a rather distinguished man who
appeared to be in his fifties. As she noted his eyes taking in her
exposed brassiere, her face
reddened. Before Christine could react, Helen introduced the man as
Mr. Albert, the store owner. He graciously exchanged pleasantries with
Christine, who introduced herself as Christine Sullivan. He commented
on how well the outfit suited her. Christine was somewhat taken aback
as he fumbled with the skirt hem removing a loose thread. In so doing,
his hand firmly brushed against her nylon encased leg just above her
knee. As she returned to the dressing room Christine reflected on her
display of cleavage.
  "Calm down, Christine," she thought to herself, "this is just his
job." She let the thought drop.
  
Entering the dressing room again Christine once again removed the
jacket and skirt outfit and reduced herself to bra, half-slip,
stockings and heels. As she replaced the outfit on its hanger, she
once again noticed the bracelet. It as very attractive and would
certainly look good with many of her outfits. She could not, however,
justify buying it on top of the expensive tweed suit.
 As she stepped into her own dress and pulled it over her legs and
slip she began having a thought she never considered before. Catching
her breath, Christine seated herself with dress only half on.
  "Who would know if I took it?" she asked herself. "How could anyone
know the bracelet had somehow become hooked on the garment. Probably
some other shopper or clerk had set the garment on a jewelry counter
and it had become entangled."
 Rationalizing, she convinced herself that the shop could afford the
loss. The cost of the bracelet was probably no more than the profit on
the outfit that she was purchasing," she thought. "All they were doing
is breaking even. She was getting a bargain and they were not
suffering any real loss."
  She started to put the bracelet into her purse, but thought better
of it. It might be noticed when she paid. She tried to undo the clasp
of the bracelet, but it was small and complicated. Now feeling rushed,
Christine reacted and undid the front clasp of her brassiere, looped
the bracelet over the clasp, and refastened the clasp. Quickly she
drew up her dress and with some difficulty raised the rear zipper.
Carefully scrutinizing herself in the mirror she assured herself that
the bracelet was not visible through her dress. Smoothing the skirt of
her dress, she drew a deep breath, retrieved her purse and the hanger
which held the suit outfit and proceeded to the sales counter.
  
Never having shoplifted before, Christine felt sure that her
nervousness would surely betray her secret as she wrote a check for
her new outfit. Helen carefully boxed the outfit and handed it to her.
As she began to leave, Christine noticed that Mr. Albert re-appeared
and positioned himself near the door. He was busying himself
re-positioning a display item. As she reached the door, he asked in a
direct way, "Is there anything else that we can do for you today, Miss
Sullivan?"
  Calming herself, Christine answered, "No, I am all taken care of."  
 Exiting the store and closing the door behind her, Christine exhaled
a large sigh of relief and turned up the street. She had barely taken
ten steps when she felt a firm grasp on each elbow and a heard a male
voice saying, "Miss Sullivan, please come with us. Your are under
arrest for shoplifting!"
Christine is made to face up to her error of judgment  
 Before she had an opportunity to see who had grabbed her, Christine
Sullivan was spun around on her high heels and headed towards the shop
entrance. With a frightened glance she saw Mr. Albert had a firm grasp
on one arm and a uniformed security matron had her by the other.
Before she could react, the matron had taken possession of her purse
and package. She instructed Christine not to make a scene for her own
good. Heart pounding, Christine was led back into the exclusive shop.
 As she re-entered the shop a small sign that had previously escaped
her attention caught her eye. It read, "WE PROSECUTE SHOPLIFTERS". Her
heart sank.
  
She was led to the rear of the store. Prior to releasing their grasp
on Christine's arms, the matron fastened a set of metal handcuffs to
Christine's wrists. Her arms were thus positioned behind her back. She
was then marched in no nonsense fashion to a small room which was
removed from the main store area.
 Entering the room she quickly collected her thoughts and began to
protest her innocence of any wrong-doing. Struggling futilely to get
free of the wrist cuffs she demanded her release and an immediate
apology.
  
Mr. Albert momentarily dismissed the security matron's inquires about
calling the authorities. The shop owner assured the matron that he
would first try to handle this personally. Addressing her as Miss
Sullivan, he then instructed Christine that what she did from that
moment would influence her ultimate fate. Christine once again
demanded her immediate release

 Asking the matron to remain with them in the small room and
positioning himself between Christine and the door, Mr. Albert told
Christine that they knew that she had shoplifted an expensive
bracelet. He offered her one more chance to admit her guilt. Christine
feigned innocence.  "Let them search my purse," she thought.
  "Very well," Mr. Albert said, "you have forfeited your integrity." 
  With that he showed Christine a photograph. The picture was of her
from the waist up, clad only in her lacy white brassiere. The gold
bracelet dangled from the front clasp. Even the price tag was clearly
visible. Christine turned pale. Obviously one of the small mirrors in
the fitting room had been a two way vision security mirror. Fighting
back tears, she pleaded for forgiveness. Mr. Albert reminded her that
she had passed up that opportunity. He went on to say that the matron
was in the room to assure propriety and act as a witness.
  
A thorough search of her clothing and person was to be conducted. With
that he instructed the matron, "Assist Miss Sullivan in removing her
dress." To shocked to speak, Christine looked at him dumbly as if not
hearing him. Unmoved Mr. Albert instructed the matron to assist her.
 With her wrists still fastened behind her, Christine did not resist
as the matron moved behind her and lowered the back zipper of her navy
linen sheath. She was numbed by her guilt and the fact that she had
been caught. What would her associates and friends think of her? She
fought back tears. Quickly the matron lowered the dress to where it
hung from Christine's enjoined wrists.
  "Turn around," she was told.  
 Mr. Albert unlocked the wrist cuffs and let the dress drop. He
ordered Christine to step out of it. Christine complied, nearly
stumbling on her high heels. The bracelet dangled from her bra, price
tag and all. Suddenly aware of her state of undress, Christine covered
her bra cups with her hands in meek effort to conceal the dark hue of
her nipples. Seemingly unconcerned, Mr. Albert ordered the matron to
retrieve the bracelet. She pushed Christine's hands down and quickly
unsnapped the front clasp of her bra. As she clutched the bracelet the
cups fell away from her breasts, exposing Christine's full breasts and
pert nipples.
  
As her sobs subsided, Mr. Albert again spoke to her. He was still
unmoved by her anguish. He suggested that she fasten her brassiere.
Under his steady gaze, Christine fumbled to put her large breasts into
the bra cups and fasten the front clasp. Again her cheeks reddened
with embarrassment.
  
As Mr. Albert began, the matron excused herself. She left the room
carrying Christine's dress and purse. He informed Christine that she
had two choices. Either he would call the police, have her arrested
and press felony charges or she could agree to a course of action
which Mr. Albert would outline. The course of action consisted of
signing a confession and then participating in a series of
disciplinary sessions which Mr. Albert, himself would direct. At her
successful conclusion of the sessions, the confession would be
returned to her and all record of her misdeed would be destroyed and
forgotten. Fearing public humiliation and the outrage of her
profession, Christine was soon convinced to agree to Mr. Albert's
demand. Ordering her to remain seated, he left the room. Seated in her
scanty lingerie and not knowing what fate lay ahead of her, Christine
felt very alone. She wondered where her dress and purse were.
  Mr. Albert returned with two documents and instructed her to sign
them. The first was a confession as he had outlined. The second was an
agreement to participate in "disciplinary program" to be supervised by
Mr. Albert. The agreement stipulated the reason for the discipline and
that Christine understood and agreed to it. It went on to further
stipulate that Christine placed herself under Mr. Albert's direction
in full knowledge.  She was also forced to agree to comply with his
prerogative to stipulate type of dress, punishment means including
corporal punishment and such restraints as would be deemed necessary
to carry out her disciplinary sentence. Christine had heard about
discipline and spanking and the thought of being disciplined like a
naughty school girl guilty of some prank humiliated her. The thought
struck her - she was worse than a naughty school girl, she was a
common thief. Having no alternative, she signed both documents.

 As an introduction to her disciplinary program, Mr. Albert made the
attractive female attorney stand at attention in her lingerie, nylons
and heels while he outlined the conditions of her probationary status.
Specifically he listed the type of dress, lingerie, hosiery and shoes
she was to wear to all discipline sessions. He then informed her that
the first session would be Thursday at 2:00 p.m. Reminding her that he
would use the confession and incriminating photos if she failed to
report as directed he left the fitting room.
 Shortly Helen returned with her dress and purse. The sales clerk
looked scornfully at the sniffling woman. After being allowed to
dress, Christine was escorted to the lingerie and hosiery counter to
purchase under garments appropriate for her discipline sessions. It
was obvious that the shapely public defender would become fully
accustomed to wearing gartered nylon stockings.
 After Christine Sullivan left the store, Helen locked the door for
the day and moved to Mr. Albert's office at the back of the store. He
was standing and waiting for her. One look at the bulge in his pants
and she knew why. Knowing that his lust for the lovely Miss Sullivan
would not be sated until later, Helen knew that she would be the
surrogate today.
  
Helen Morgan was an attractive young woman of twenty-six. Dressed in
gray two-piece suit with white blouse and black stiletto pumps over
coffee colored nylons, she sensed what he wanted. She stood erectly
before him as she had done many times before. He had trained her well.
"Pretend I am Christine Sullivan if you like," she said. "I await your
command."
  
His voice hoarse with lust he ordered the petite blond to her knees.
Complying, Helen sank to her stocking covered knees on the hardwood
floor of his office. In the kneeling position he ordered her to begin
undressing. First the jacket revealing the smartly tailored white
blouse. She knew the ritual. Each garment had to be neatly folded and
placed in a pile beside her. Next came the order for the blouse.
Taking some time, she undid the buttons and slipped it off to reveal a
scanty white transparent bra over her smallish, but well formed
breasts. Again the folding of the garments. Next came the skirt.
Because she was kneeling, she had to remove it over her head, mussing
her hair slightly. After folding the skirt she similarly removed her
half-slip. She knelt like a postulant wearing lacy bra, matching
garter belt and panties, sheer coffee colored nylons with darker top
band and black high-heeled pumps. She clasped her hands behind her and
kept her head bowed down.
 Mr. Albert seated himself in his chair and bade her to crawl to him.
Nylon stockings sliding on the hardwood floor, she crawled to a
position in front of his chair and waited. At his instruction, she
removed first her bra, exposing her pert pink nipples. Removing her
panties, she leaned back so he could finally see the blond fur on her
pussy thatch. Horny beyond any further waiting, he opened his trouser
fly and popped out his turgid elongated prick. Needing no
instructions, Helen leaned forward and engulfed his member with her
lips. Bobbing her head up and down the bloated shaft, she sucked
submissively on his prick. In his state of lust, his could not hold
out long and a hot jet of semen filled her mouth and drooled down her
chin. Nearly choking she swallowed what was in her mouth as she knew
was expected of her. Licking her lips clean she moved to perform the
task she disliked most... licking the juice off his limp prick. "You've
been a good girl, Helen," he said rising. "I don't thing I'll have to
spank you today."

Christine reports as ordered for her first day of correctional
punishment
 It was slightly before two o'clock on Thursday when Christine
Sullivan again entered Mr. Albert's dress shop. She was wearing the
outfit she had purchased earlier in the week along with a white silk
blouse. Coffee colored nylons and brown spike heeled pumps completed
her outfit outwardly. Beneath her skirt a beige half-slip covered
matching panties and garter belt which supported her hosiery. Beneath
her blouse she wore the matching lacy see-through brassiere. As she
had dressed at home she knew in her heart that she would this day be
wearing the lingerie outfit for the visual pleasure of her new
disciplinarian, Mr. Albert. She had no idea what other humiliations
awaited her. Uncertainly she moved to the back of the shop.
 The security matron greeted her with a knowing smile, "Mr. Albert
will be with you in a moment."
  
The matron directed Christine to wait in an alcove which led to Mr.
Albert's private office. As there was no place to sit she was forced
to stand. Nervously she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
She wished she could sit down as her brown spike heeled pumps were new
and were still tight on her stocking covered feet.
  
Since her apprehension for shoplifting and agreeing to participate in
the disciplinary program rather than risk police arrest and formal
prosecution, Christine had been a nervous wreck. She had considered
telling her associates of her plight, but rejected the idea. One word
of her misdeed could likely have a profound negative affect on her
career. She had resolved to keep the matter to herself and take
whatever punishment Mr. Albert might prescribe.
 At promptly two o'clock, Mr. Albert appeared from the door of his
office, greeted her as Miss Sullivan and beckoned her to enter. The
office was decorated in a masculine fashion. A mahogany desk and chair
combination sat on an attractive oriental motif rug at one end of the
office. The remainder of the furnishings included a leather couch and
chair together with end tables and lamps. Except for the rug on which
the desk and chair sat, the floor was uncovered hardwood parquet.
Seating himself comfortably in his chair, Mr. Albert directed
Christine to a position several feet from the desk. He made no
indication that she was to be seated.
  
Addressing her now as Christine, Mr. Albert did not waste time with
small talk. In a direct fashion he recounted the events which had led
to her current predicament. The effect of this was to assure her that
if she did not comply with his request, he would deliver her
confession and the incriminating photographs over to the police and
she would be prosecuted to the full extent of the law. To his
questioning Christine indicated that she understood her position and
would do what he asked.
  
Mr. Albert went on to state, "The nature and duration of your
discipline program will be contingent on your ability to demonstrate
both obedience and penance. Hesitation to comply with my requests or
sub-standard performance will simply lead to more stringent methods on
my part. Do you understand, Christine?"
  Still shifting nervously from shoe to shoe, Christine hung her head
in shame and indicated, "I will do what is required."
  
Mr. Albert indicated that as a prelude to each disciplinary session
Christine would be placed in a state of dress which he deemed
appropriate for the day's activities. With that introduction, he said
simply, "As a start today, remove your jacket, skirt and blouse."
Christine almost spoke but thought better of it. Reluctantly she
removed her suit jacket and laid it on a nearby chair. Similarly, she
undid the side clasp of her skirt and let it slide down her half slip
and stepped out of it. She too laid it on the chair. She fumbled with
the cuff buttons of her white blouse. These undone she unbuttoned the
front buttons and then removed her blouse. Laying it on the chair she
looked at Mr. Albert, her face red with embarrassment.
 Mr. Albert gazed at the beauty who stood before him. Christine
Sullivan was wearing a lacy see-through beige colored brassiere,
matching half slip, sheer nylon stockings and brown high-heeled pumps.
He felt his lust building within him. Motioning her to a closet, he
instructed Christine to hang her clothing in it. Christine complied,
her high-heeled shoes clicking as she walked on the hardwood floor.
When she had finished placing her garments on hangers, Mr. Albert
instructed her to remove her half slip as well. Sensing that there was
no turning back at this point she pushed the lacy nylon garment down
her stocking covered legs and stepped out of it. This action exposed
the full nature of the exquisite lingerie outfit that she had been
required to purchase on her previous visit. The lacy beige brassiere
with front clasp clearly outlined her pert nipples. Wispy nylon
panties barely covered her shapely ass-cheeks. The furry thatch of her
cunt hair was visible through the thin material. The lacy petite
garter belt held her nylon stockings tightly on her shapely legs. Each
thigh was ringed by the twin darker bands at the top of each of her
stockings. high-heeled pumps completed the outfit

Hanging the half slip in the closet as well, Christine returned to a
position in front of the desk. Mr. Albert explained that the state of
dress that she was now in was what he considered a 'base state'.
Whether she would be required to remove more clothing would depend on
her on-going compliance and performance. He went on to tell her that
today's session would end with a sound bare hand spanking over his
knee. The exact number of spanks would depend on her performance of
certain tasks which would be required of her.
 At the mention of being spanked, Christine paled noticeably. The
thought of being laid across Mr. Albert's knee and then spanked like a
naughty school girl was almost beyond comprehension. Mr. Albert
explained that Christine would be required to perform certain menial
tasks. These tasks were intended to make it very clear to her that she
had erred seriously by shoplifting. They were not unlike tasks she
would perform were she incarcerated for her misdeeds.
  
Thus it was that the lovely Miss Christine Sullivan moments later
lowered herself to her stocking covered knees on the hardwood floor.
Removing her high-heeled pumps so as not to scuff them, the lingerie
clad beauty crawled about the room and, with a dust cloth which had
been provided to her, dusted the floor and base board in Mr. Albert's
office. Lighting a cigar, Mr. Albert leaned back in his chair and
carefully watched the humiliated woman as she ignominiously dusted and
polished the hardwood flooring. He admired every curve of her upturned
ass and listened to the swish of nylon as she crawled about his
office. He knew that in short order her lovely stocking covered knees
would ache from their painful contact with the hardwood flooring.
 Christine sensed her predicament as well as her upcoming punishment.
With this she was sincere in her efforts to do a thorough job of
cleaning, but as her knees and legs began to ache she began to worry
more about herself than her assigned task. Turning to Mr. Albert she
pleaded, "Please may I rest for a while?"
 Mr. Albert indicated that she could rest but of course she would be
required to pay a penalty. Not caring, Christine dropped the dust
cloth and collapsed in a sitting position on the floor. Mr. Albert
quickly ordered her to her feet also instructing her to put her pumps
back on. This done she was allowed to rest in the standing position.
As a penalty she was made to remove her bra. At this request Christine
balked and nearly broke down in tears. Showing little patience for her
outburst, Mr. Albert repeated his instruction and ordered her to
remove her panties as well as a further penalty for her inability to
comply with his direction.
  
Cheeks red with embarrassment and eyes stained with tears, Christine
removed her bra exposing her large shapely breasts. Her embarrassed
nipples were erect. Sliding her panties down her stocking covered
thighs and calves she stepped out of them. The skimpy lingerie
garments were placed in the closet with the remainder of her clothing.
The closet door was securely locked by Mr. Albert. She had now been
reduced to only lacy garter belt, coffee colored nylon hosiery and
brown high-heeled pumps.
  
After a brief rest period, Christine was made to complete her assigned
cleaning task. When done she was again instructed to put on the
high-heeled pumps that she had again removed when crawling on the
floor and stand in the strict position of attention while Mr. Albert
inspected her work. Not unexpectedly he found a number of areas where
she had failed to do a thorough job of dusting. As she stood before
him, naked to his gaze save for the gartered stockings and high-heeled
shoes, he berated her for her poor performance in her initial
punishment task.
  
As Christine stood shame-faced in near nakedness, Mr. Albert arose,
crossed the room and seated himself on the comfortable leather sofa.
Having done so he ordered Christine to come directly before him.
Mechanically she obeyed, heels clicking on the now dusted hardwood
floor. As she stood before him, the tangled brown curls of her pussy
thatch were clearly visible. For several minutes Mr. Albert contented
himself by gazing at the enticing display of gartered nylons and
uncovered pussy hair of the beauty who stood compliantly before him.
 Clearing his throat, he retained his composure and again lectured
Christine. He explained that as a conclusion to today's session, she
would submit to a spanking which he would administer on her bared
bottom. With no further ado, he ordered Christine to place herself
over his lap. Christine balked at his request and exclaimed that
submitting to a spanking was too much. Before she could further react,
Mr. Albert grabbed her wrist and pulled her face down on his lap.
Grasping both of her bare arms, he pinned her wrists behind her back.
Christine protested loudly and kicked her stocking covered legs
furiously. Her protestations were greeted by several hard hand slaps
on her now up turned and unprotected bottom. The slaps stung painfully
and Christine's protestations soon turned to sobs of pain. Defeated
she lay passively across his lap and submitted to the cruel spanking.
 Christine sobbed softly for mercy. "Please," she begged, "I'll do
anything you ask. Please stop. Please stop."
  Without speaking Mr. Albert began fondling her cunt slit which was
fully visible between her stocking covered thighs. Inserting his
finger into her cunt slit which he found to be delectably juicy, Mr.
Albert began to finger her boldly. With his other hand he continued to
administer light slaps on her now red ass-cheeks and upper thighs. The
combination of pleasure and pain soon had Christine writhing in
embarrassed sexual pleasure as she lay on his lap. Abandoning herself
to the stimulus of his probing finger, Christine moaned in pleasure.
Sensing that she was nearing orgasm, Mr. Albert quickly positioned the
lovely woman on the sofa. Dropping his pants and shorts without
bothering to remove them, he exposed his now turgid cock. Mounting her
he inserted his throbbing member into her now sopping cunt hole.
Christine moaned in pleasure and clutched him furiously. In his horny
condition, Mr. Albert did not last long and he soon shot his hot load
into her twitching cunt. As Christine sensed his climax, she too
climaxed in a furious, body-draining manner.
  
Finished, Mr. Albert cleaned himself with his handkerchief and pulled
up his shorts and trousers. As Christine sat upright and naked on the
couch, the hot semen drained beneath her in a warm puddle on the
leather couch. Regaining her composure and suddenly re-aware of her
nakedness she leaned forward and as best she could shielded her
breasts with her arms.
  
Offering her a box of tissues, Mr. Albert directed her to clean
herself as needed. As a final indignity before being allowed to dress
she was made to carefully clean all traces of their encounter from the
sofa.
  
Allowed to dress, Christine hurriedly regained her bra, panties and
half-slip. Before being allowed to don the reminder of her clothing
she was made to fix her make-up and hair. Passing his examination, she
was allowed to put on the skirt, blouse and jacket outfit. Handing her
a plain white envelope which he indicated contained instructions for
her, Mr. Albert dismissed Christine Sullivan.
  
As Christine drove home that day she reflected shamefully on the
preceding events. But in a sensation which she could not understand,
she felt a faint twinge of excitement at the bizarre events in which
she had been forced to participate. What she did not know is that
these same events had been recorded on film for the later enjoyment of
Mr. Albert and others he might choose to allow to view them.
Christine is further drawn into a web of behavior change and its
effects...

 Christine had tried to block the events of the preceding Thursday
from her mind and consequently it was not until several days later
that she recalled the white envelope which she had been given by Mr.
Albert. Alone in her apartment, she retrieved the envelope from her
purse. She seated herself on the living room sofa and opened the
envelope. Doing so brought back the strange tingling of excitement
that she had experienced on her drive home the previous week.
  
Christine read the first several sentences of the enclosed
instructions. What she read caused her to nearly gasp out loud. The
first several sentences explained that she was to follow the
instructions which would be given exactly as outlined. She would be
carefully quizzed by Mr. Albert at their next meeting. Any failure on
her part to comply would be dealt with harshly. The subsequent
sentence was the one which caused her to gasp in amazement. It read,
"Remove your clothes before reading any further!" Christine only read
one more sentence before stopping. It read, "Now you are naked!"
 Setting the letter down, Christine asked herself how Mr. Albert would
know if she obeyed or not. Without undo thought she reasoned that a
man who could get her into the predicament in which she found herself
could likely detect if she lied to him. Surely any pretense on her
part would be detected. Quickly surveying her attire she stood up.
Proceeding to the window she drew the drapes. Kicking off her shoes
she undid the clasp of her slacks and slid them down her nylon covered
legs. She was wearing an attractive tan shade of pantyhose.
Unbuttoning her blouse and removing it left her dressed only in bra,
panties and pantyhose. As she removed these items, she once again felt
a strange sensation of excitement. Seating herself she felt the cool
sofa against her uncovered flesh. She went on to read the letter
completely. The letter outlined what was referred to as a plan of
corrective action for Christine. As part of her punishment for the
shoplifting incident, Mr. Albert wanted to be sure that she did not
forget that she was "on probation" during those times when she was not
directly involved in a corrective disciplinary session. In order to do
this she was to be subject to a dress code at all times. Each week she
would be quizzed as to her compliance with the code. She would be
required to maintain the most ladylike appearance at all times. At no
time was she to wear slacks. A dress or skirt outfit would be required
clothing. With respect to her lingerie she was only to wear outfits
which had been selected from Mr. Albert's selection. This would mean
she would be excluded from wearing pantyhose. Garter belt and nylon
stockings would be the order of the day for her. As for shoes, dress
heels would, of course, be required to complete her attire.
 Gathering up her discarded clothing, Christine moved to her bedroom.
Following instructions she put on an attractive white lingerie outfit
of bra, panties and garter belt. She slid a charo-brown nylon stocking
on each of her shapely legs and fastened the darker top portion to the
garter clasps. Entering her walk-in closet she slipped a high-heeled
sling-back pump on each stocking covered foot. The shoes nearly
matched the color of the gray knit dress which she removed from its
hanger and put on. Zipping up the rear zipper, she looked at herself
in the mirror. The knit dress molded tightly to the full out thrust
curves of her ample breasts and shapely hips. Pausing to straighten
her hair and freshen her make-up, Christine walked to the door and
exited. She knew now what to expect when she reported for a session
with Mr. Albert again....

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