It certainly wasn’t what Dale was expecting as she accompanied eighteen-year-old Emma into the factory outlet. There was a sale on for ladies’ clothes and Emma suggested she and Dale go there to pick out some suitable clothing for the spanking club. It was a large outlet with several separate franchises and so lots of choices.
Emma gave Dale one very firm instruction. “You are my granny but will do exactly what I say when I say it, just as though we were at the spanking club.”
Dale accepted the order and liked the idea of the role reversal as they walked around the outlet. Indeed, whilst they were both playacting their roles, sixty-eight-year-old Dale supposed she didn’t mind at all going shopping with eighteen-year-old Emma and was sure there would be plenty of grannies who were out shopping with their granddaughters.
Dale felt comfortable in her very tight very short sleeveless floral dress that showed off her turkey neck, bat wings, very full breasts, and fleshy tummy and thighs. She loved herself in the dress and knew she got lots of adoring looks from men and women.
Emma was wearing a very tight pink vest top and very short white skirt, and Dale thought it looked so lovely and showed off her well-toned arms and legs, and full breasts, although they weren’t drooping like her own.
What became clear as they walked around the factory outlet was that Emma was taking charge of what they looked at and snapped at Dale if she was looking at clothes when Emma was ready to move on. Dale found being snapped at by the teenager a bit of a turn on, and when she saw that she was getting some questioning looks from some of the other shoppers she found that even more of a turn-on.
Dale started to wonder about what might happen when, on one occasion, she was looking at what she thought was a particularly nice dress, when Emma came up to her and snapped, “I told you, granny, we need to move on,“ and then gave her a smack on her bottom.
As Emma told Dale off she saw some shoppers looking at her and knew she was blushing and even found herself saying submissively, “Sorry, Emma.”
Emma was soon smiling again as they moved to another franchise in the outlet and she was showing Dale some dresses that she said would suit her. However, Dale didn’t understand why she was being shown these dresses as they were obviously are too small for her. She said so only to find Emma snapping at her again saying sternly, “You’re being far too fussy, granny.”
Again, Dale saw some questioning looks from other shoppers but also felt quivers flying around her vagina as she wondered whether those shoppers thought, even for a moment, that Emma had spanked and caned her when at the spanking club.
When they got to another rail and Dale was looking at the larger dresses on it, Emma snapped, “No, granny, I’ve already told you we need to go over to the other rail.“ This time Emma clasped Dale by her upper arm, turned her sideways on, and gave her another smack on her bottom. Once again Dale found it erotically embarrassing when she looked around and saw some smiling faces from the women close by. Nevertheless, Dale allowed Emma to lead her away from the rail still clasping her upper arm as though she were a naughty girl being dragged away by her mum, except the ages were so clearly reversed. In fact, Dale loved having her arm clasped tightly as much as at other times she enjoyed being led by her tightly held ear. Both were humiliating and such a turn-on for her.
As Emma stood with Dale looking at another rail, she was again scolding her. “Really, granny, you are testing my patience. You look in the wrong places and then when I show you the right rails you seem to go into a sulk. Don’t forget what happens to you when you misbehave.”
Dale again looked around at those close by and saw the questioning looks on their faces, as though they were wondering what did happen to her when she was naughty. Dale, though, was enjoying being treated as a sulking teenager who was shopping under sufferance, and also when Emma ordered, “Let’s go over here, granny,” and gave her another smack on her bottom.
Emma kept a firm hold of Dale’s upper arm as she led her to another rail and kept a straight face even as so many shoppers looked aghast.
When Dale tried to free her arm, but couldn’t, she said to Emma as though begging her, “You’re hurting me.”
Emma snapped back, “Stop sulking and look at the clothes properly, granny.”
At the next rail, Emma picked out a few dresses, which Dale assumed were for Emma herself looking at the style of them, and then Emma ordered, “Let’s go to the changing rooms, granny, so we can try these on.”
Dale gave a, ‘Really?’ look as she knew they wouldn’t suit her.
However, once in the changing room, Emma ordered, “Better get your dress off, granny.”
Dale looked at the bundle of dresses and couldn’t see one that would suit her. However, she saw Emma glare at her and order, “Now, granny.”
Dale looked around at the several women who were also in the changing room, and she saw that they looked like they couldn’t quite understand how come a granny-aged woman was being ordered about so sharply by her granddaughter. That turned her on, though as she could see the increasing interest from those watching.
There were several looks of surprise as Dale obediently unzipped her dress and slid the sleeves down her arms, and then pushed it down to the floor and stepped out of it. She scooped up the dress and put it on a hook and then turned and looked at Emma to see which dress she had picked out for her. Emma picked up a dress which was clearly for someone her own age but held it out and ordered as a statement, “Okay, granny. Do you want to try it on?”
Dale looked really surprised because she had never said she wanted anything like this dress.
Emma waited for Dale to hesitate and then immediately snapped, “I’ve had it with you, granny. You asked to come shopping and I’m taking you. You asked me to pick out dresses for you, which I have done. Now you won’t even try them on. Well, you know what happens when you are like this at home and I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t deal with you now in exactly that way.”
Dale saw that now everyone in the changing room was surprised at the way that Emma was talking to her and even she wondered what was going to happen. After all, Emma had never dealt with her anywhere other than at the spanking club. Of course, it was then that it struck Dale just what Emma was about to do.
Indeed, Emma clasped hold of Dale’s upper arm again and pulled her towards one of the chairs in the changing room. As she led Dale towards the chair, she continued to scold her. “You really do need to learn a lesson, granny. If you are going to be so difficult on purpose, then you know what you are going to get.” Emma got to the chair and sat down, still clasping Dale’s upper arm, and as she sat down she continued to hold on to Dale’s arm.
Dale now knew exactly what was going to happen to her but didn’t resist as the humiliation of being spanked in such a public area in front of a lot of strangers who weren’t members of the spanking club turned her on even more.
Emma could see that Dale now understood what was happening as she submissively allowed herself to be lowered across her lap. Soon, she was looking down at Dale’s knicker covered bottom as she continued to scold her. “I really would prefer not to have to spank you, granny, but I don’t see any alternative. Maybe once I have spanked you then you will be more cooperative.” Emma looked up at those watching and added, “I have spanked her so many times and she tends to be more cooperative afterwards.”
Dale thought she should say something and decided to beg, “Please, Emma, don’t spank me here. Please spank me at home.”
Dale reckoned that by admitting to being spanked no one watching would step in and try to stop it. She wanted to be spanked now as she felt the quivers flying around her vagina and loved the thought of the authoritative Emma spanking her here. It was even better because Emma had kept on scolding her outside where all the dresses were, and Dale didn’t realise what it was all leading to. It was far better that way, and far more arousing for her than if she had been told how to act. Now, with her face inches from the floor and her usual view of the upside-down legs of the woman about to spank her, and her own legs dangling under the far side of the chair, as well as all of the upside-down legs of the women in the changing room, most of whom were in their bra and knickers themselves, all added to her feeling sexually submissive and wanting to be spanked really hard.
Dale’s humiliation didn’t end there. She could feel Emma unclipping her bra as she said in a very stern tone of voice, “Well, you won’t need this and I don’t want it scratching you as you squirm around on my lap.” As the bra was unclipped, Emma pushed the straps down Dale’s arms onto the floor and then ordered, “Give me the bra, granny.”
Dale was blushing an even deeper red as she picked up the bra and squirmed around and handed it to Emma.
More humiliation was to follow as Dale felt Emma’s thumbs ease into the elastic of her knickers and push them down to below her knees and then order, “Bend your legs back, granny,” and when Dale did, she felt the knickers eased off her legs. Then, she heard Emma say, directing her comment to the entire room, “How many more times do I have to spank this very large bottom, granny?”
Again, Dale knew that the comment would make those watching really believe that this was a normal thing. Of course, it was pretty normal in view of the number of times that Dale had now attended the spanking club, but none of these people watching would know that.
Emma’s approach seemed to be working because Dale heard some comments like, “She really has got a big bottom, hasn’t she,” and, “We might as well stay and watch.”
Dale was then aware of Emma’s hand rubbing her bottom in circles as she was still being scolded. “I hope you learn your lesson from this, granny.”
Emma then raised her hand and brought her palm down on Dale’s far bottom cheek, proceeding then to spank her on alternate bottom cheeks time and again.
Dale felt the stinging build up as the spanks continued and she started to gasp and squirm around on Emma’s lap, even as the comments about her large bottom and drooping swinging breasts continued to be made by those watching.
After a few dozen hard spanks, Dale heard a young woman’s voice ask sternly, “What’s going on here, madam?”
Emma stopped spanking Dale but still rubbed her bottom in circles as she replied, “Granny is being naughty and not trying on the clothes I’ve picked out for her. She knows that earns her a spanking, which I am now giving her.”
The young woman’s voice replied in a more understanding tone, “I see, madam.”
Dale managed to squirm around and look up and realised that the young woman was actually Emma’s friend Lisa who also attended the spanking club. Dale assumed that she worked at the outlet, but surely she wouldn’t be able to allow the spanking to continue, could she? In fact, Dale was disappointed at the thought that the spanking would have to end so soon after it had started. Maybe Emma would give her a full spanking when they got back to hers because she really did want to be spanked now.
Lisa then announced, “So do you intend spanking her just with your hand or with something else as well, madam?”
Dale gasped at the question because she certainly didn’t think that would be asked.
Emma continued to rub Dale’s bottom as she replied, “Well, actually, I have a hairbrush in my handbag. I use that whenever I have to spank granny when we aren’t at home.”
Lisa replied, “Well, I guess that makes sense, madam.” After a few moments, Lisa added, “I think yours is exactly the right approach, madam, so please do continue.”
Dale did have to admit to being pleasantly surprised but looked at the floor again as Emma re-started to spank her bottom cheeks. The comments also started again about how red her bottom was being turned, and about her drooping swinging breasts although Dale knew that several of the women were going to be jealous of how large they were compared to their own. Dale certainly loved her large breasts and she knew she got so many looks from men and women as she walked along the street in her tight sleeveless mini dresses that showed off her full breasts and also her fleshy thighs, but they added to her sexiness.
Now that the spanking was set to proceed, Dale focused on the fact that her bottom was starting to sting as Emma landed hard spank after hard spank. All the feelings of arousal quickly disappeared as the stinging pain took over as it always did. Dale struggled to cope with being spanked and knew that Emma could give a particularly hard spanking. However, she loved to be submissive to the teenager, and even more right now given that those watching thought she really was being spanked by her granddaughter.
Emma had chosen the factory outlet because she knew that Lisa was the manageress of this particular department. This wasn’t the first time she had spanked someone from the spanking club in the same changing room, but it was always good fun to see those watching get into the spirit of the spanking and, several of them at least, had looks on their faces as though they would love to be across Emma’s lap and be spanked. Indeed, on previous occasions, two or three women always went up to Lisa and asked about the spanking, and, after some careful questions and when satisfied, gave the women details of the spanking club. It drew smiles and even laughter, as well as blushing faces, and most women saying that they would attend the next meeting, did.
As Emma proceeded to spank Dale again, so the spanks were very much harder than before. Even though they were landing on alternate bottom cheeks Dale was certainly struggling as she usually did. She also felt more humiliated than when at the spanking club but she felt that was most likely because of the additional humiliation of being spanked in front of so many people in a public area. What Dale also knew was that, as the spanks landed on her bottom cheeks and then on the backs of her legs, she was squirming around on Emma’s lap, letting out louder and louder gasps and even some yelps.
The comments also continued, which Dale could just about make out even though her bottom was stinging more and more. However, those comments added to Dale’s humiliation but also to her desire to be spanked time and again in public. Better, she thought, was having her knickers taken down and bra removed and then spanked because she was supposedly naughty.
Emma continued to spank Dale’s bottom, changing after a while to spanking the same bottom cheek time and again and then spanking the other bottom cheek time and again. Emma always loved how the bottom cheek surrendered to her hand, flattened, and then bounced back and swirled around just as the other bottom cheek was spanked. She knew those watching would also find it fascinating that a teenager was spanking her granny, and yet no one was now objecting to it.
Once Emma was happy with the nicely red colour of Dale’s bottom cheeks and the backs of her legs, she looked up at Lisa and asked, “Could you please pass me my handbag?”
Lisa still acted like the manageress, and went over and picked up the handbag, taking it to Emma and handing it to her. Emma then unzipped the bag and picked out a very thick wooden-backed hairbrush. As she tapped it a couple of times on Dale’s bottom, she looked around the room and saw the looks of surprise but also looks of anticipation and, she was sure, submissive looks from some of the women who would like to be spanked just as Dale was being spanked. Emma knew that was quite usual, and that there would be men and women in every situation like this who would be thinking how much they wanted their bottoms spanked just then.
Emma focused again on Dale’s bottom, lifted her hand up above her head, and brought the hairbrush down very hard on Dale’s bottom making a loud thwack. That thwack was followed by Dale’s s gasp as her bottom was flattened before bouncing back up and swirling around just as Emma landed the next spank on Dale’s other bottom cheek. She then proceeded to spank Dale with increasingly hard spanks on alternate bottom cheeks, watching as her bottom was turned from being red to being bruised a dark blue colour, and heard Dale start to dissolve into uncontrolled crying, which of course was hardly unexpected given the intensity of the spanks.
Dale found it very difficult to deal with the spanks just as she always did when spanked with a paddle hairbrush. Having said that, she knew that she would cry very soon and that the stinging would last for ages afterwards and would still sting sensationally when she got to bed and could masturbate. She loved it when in bed with her stinging bottom, which she could rub and clutch with one hand as she ran the fingers of her other hand up and down her very wet pussy lips. Of course, she had to stop thinking about that once she was crying as all she could think about then was the increasingly intense stinging pain that she was suffering as each spank landed with that truly horrible but so fantastic paddle-hairbrush. Yes, her feelings were mixed, but she knew that she was getting exactly what she wanted.
Emma was also enjoying herself and was getting so turned on, not just because she was spanking Dale, but because of the comments being made by those watching about how well she was giving the spanking, which always added to her arousal.
As expected, some of the older women watching were playing over in their minds how they might be spanked themselves, or, some also were thinking just how they could spank their husbands. It would be foreplay to loving sex, and it was certainly not unusual for those who enjoyed spanking and being spanked for it to be the foreplay they both quickly relished.
Emma saw that she had now turned Dale’s bottom almost fully blue-bruised, and, together with her uncontrolled crying, she knew that she had spanked Dale long and hard enough. So, putting the hairbrush down she then rubbed Dale’s bottom again, and with an almost maternal look towards the back of her head, she said, “Shush shush, granny, your spanking is over. I know you’ll be a good granny, for a while at least, so you can now get up and get dressed again.”
Dale became conscious of the fact that the spanks had stopped and that her bottom was being gently rubbed. She knew that meant the spanking was over, and then heard Emma’s motherly words. So, she eased herself up from Emma’s lap, managed to get into a standing position without staggering, and immediately started to rub her stinging bottom. She couldn’t wait to look in the mirror and see what colour her bottom cheeks were, and fully expected them to be more bruised than she had ever had them before. After all, when at the spanking club she would get a long and hard hand spanking and then several strokes of the cane. She hadn’t been spanked with the hairbrush by Emma before but had to admit that she loved every moment. Of course, not loving every moment during the spanking, but loving how her vagina quivered now it was over.
Emma looked around at those watching and saw the smiles and giggles and heard some of the jokey comments they were making to each other. She knew that Dale would not be able to make out anybody because her vision would be totally blurred because of her crying although she might hear some of the comments, but, even if she didn’t, she knew that Dale was going to be aroused already and ready to masturbate.
Once Dale had been standing for a little while and rubbing her bottom, Emma repeated, “Come on, granny, you had better get dressed.”
This time Dale did hear the instruction and just about made out where her clothes were. She picked up her bra, sliding her arms through the straps and manoeuvering the bra so that she could then clip it together at the back. She then picked up her dress and stepped into it, and zipped it up. She then looked at her knickers and knew to be careful putting them on and, gingerly stepping into them, eased them up, making sure that she didn’t let go of the elastic. She almost sighed with relief when her knickers were in place.
Emma was smiling as she watched Dale get dressed so carefully, but knew what would happen if she hadn’t. When Dale was dressed, she looked at Lisa and explained, “I’m sorry that we have not tried on the clothes, but I don’t think it is now appropriate. Hopefully, we will come back and buy something.”
Lisa was continuing to act the manageress, and replied, “That’s quite okay, madam. I do understand. I’m sure that everyone here understands as well.” She made the last comment as she looked around the changing room having already identified at least two women who she thought might be candidates to join the spanking club.
Emma then stood up and smiled at Dale and said, “Okay, granny, let’s go.”
Emma and Dale walked out of the changing room and made their way to the exit to the outlet. They didn’t speak until they got to the car in case someone overheard them. Emma got into the driving seat and watched as Dale got into the passenger seat, once again making sure that she didn’t sit down too heavily.
Emma kept a straight look on her face as she drove out of the car park, again just in case anyone saw them. However, once on the road, Emma burst out laughing and said, “I hope you enjoyed that, Dale?”
Dale was also smiling although she was still struggling with her stinging bottom. However, she was very happy as she replied, “That was the best, Emma. I didn’t think it could ever be so good to be spanked in public in front of a whole group of people who weren’t expecting to see a spanking. It was just so humiliating and degrading but such a fantastic turn-on. My bottom is stinging but my pussy lips are itching to be stroked and I can’t wait to get home.”
Emma said with a wicked grin, “Feel free to masturbate now, if you want.”
The suggestion got Dale so turned-on and she licked her lips and nodded her head as she eased her fingers under the hem of her dress and into her knickers, running her fingers up and down her very wet pussy lips. It took just a few seconds for her to ease her fingers inside her vagina and let out the most fabulous orgasmic gasps. Somehow, masturbating in front of the teenage Emma added to the eroticism she felt.
Emma made sure that she kept her eyes on the road but happily listened to Dale’s increasingly intense, albeit very quick, orgasm. Once she felt that Dale had calmed down, she said, “I think I know what you’ll be doing again and again when you get home. Mind you, so will I.”
When they got back to Dale’s and parked in the driveway, Emma asked, “Dale, feel my pussy.”
Dale eagerly eased her hand between Emma’s now parted thighs and inside her knickers, and said happily, “You are right, Emma, you are very wet indeed.”
Emma smiled at Dale and said, “Maybe you had better finish me off, granny.”
Dale happily ran her fingers up and down Emma’s wet pussy lips, easing inside, and heard Emma’s equally orgasmic gasps.
Emma recovered from her orgasm and leaned across and kissed Dale on the cheek, saying in a feigned stern tone, “Now be a good girl, granny.”
Dale kissed Emma on the cheek and then they parted, knowing the next spanking club meeting was just a few days away. Once indoors, Dale quickly went upstairs to her bedroom and got undressed. She looked at her blue-bruised bottom in the mirror and gasped with delight. She was so excited as she lay on the bed and ran her fingers up and down her wet pussy lips, easing her fingers inside, and flicking her taut clit, and gave herself another magnificent orgasm. She knew there would be plenty more before going to sleep.
Dale reckoned that Emma would also masturbate and pictured her muscular calf muscles and the upside-down legs of those watching in the changing room as she masturbated again. What a great memory, she told herself, as she came again.
