Cane One Get One Free
I know supermarkets stock everything but...
It would appear that Erica is thinking up new ways to tease, Sir in the hope of receiving more discipline.
Erica first appeared in Teach Me which tells of her initiation into the exciting life of submission and domination under the instruction of, Sir. Paid subscribers can read a full account of each lesson.
After each lesson, Erica writes a letter to her absent husband detailing what she has learned. These are free to read in Erica’s Journey.
I am just reaching up for some tins of beans, one of those four packs where they try and convince you it is cheaper, when I notice her. Mid-thirties, trim body, curves in all the right places, but it is her face that makes me look a little longer. It is pretty but also open; one of those faces that always looks like it is about to smile.
I plonk the beans in the trolley.
“Do you like what you see?” A voice says.
I look up. That face is definitely smiling now. “Yes,” I laugh. I move down the aisle a little and reach for more cans and she follows. I turn and look at her. Her eyes are twinkling with naughtiness. “Do you normally chat up strange men in supermarkets?”
She shrugs. “No, but I speak my mind. I get chatted up, usually by younger men. I think they think I’m a MILF. I mean, I enjoy a good fuck but I just thought you were looking a bit deeper than that.”
“And I’m older.”
“Always a benefit,” she says. “More experience, more adventurous.”
I raise my eyebrows and look at her. She is smiling and there is a glimmer of recognition in her eyes.
“You look like a man who would take control and give me a good spanking when I misbehave.”
We have reached the frozen food section. “What here, now? We haven’t even checked out yet?”
“Tempting,” she looks up at the cameras in the ceiling. “I don’t think you’d get many strokes in before security arrived and I really need to finish my shopping.”
I lean on my trolley. “Do you know someone called Erica by any chance?”
She turns and looks at me coyly from under her eyelids. “I might do. There’s a lot of Erica’s in this world.”
“Yes, but there’s only one that’s tall, slim, in her thirties and cheeky enough to send you after me in a supermarket.”
“She didn’t send me after you,” she pauses. "She merely pointed you out and I had to find a way to meet you.”
“With the hope that you might get bent over in the freezer aisle and spanked.”
“She said you are a very good teacher.”
“And you want to learn?”
“Let’s just say I have done a degree in naughtiness and now I am interested in doing a Masters.” She hands me a note, on it is a name, address and phone number.
“You’re very trusting,” I look down at the note, “Melissa.”
“Erica said you aren’t a weirdo, well not in that sense of the word anyway.” She turns and I watch as she disappears around the end of the aisle. I think Erica is due another visit - whether that is for a punishment or a reward is yet to be determined.
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