Fiction: Under Lock and Key (Part 2) (FF/M)

[Continued from Part 1]

An hour later Lori re-entered Peter’s room, finding him still sulking there. Peter looked up and felt his face flush anew. Lori had changed out of her gym clothes into a more casual outfit, yet one that seemed strikingly confident. She wore a denim skirt that hugged her curves, falling just above her knees, paired with a fitted shirt that accentuated her toned figure. The shirt’s low-cut neckline offered a subtle glimpse of her lace bra beneath, drawing his eye to the delicate key that nestled right in her cleavage, dangling close to the lace trim. It was a quiet but powerful reminder of her control, one that left him feeling both nervous and aware of the boundaries he’d crossed.

“Get yourself together,” she said briskly, gesturing for him to stand. “We’re going to the mall. I need to pick up a few things for my date tonight.”

Peter’s eyes widened at the mention of her going on a date, but he didn’t dare ask anything further. She was clearly not in the mood for questions, and the memory of the warning she’d given him was still fresh in his mind.

“I can’t trust you alone right now,” she continued, raising an eyebrow. “So, you’ll be coming with me. Hopefully, a little adult time in public will remind you of the behavior I expect.”

Peter nodded meekly, understanding there was no arguing with her decision. Lori watched him for a moment, her gaze firm but resolute, and then turned on her heel, gesturing for him to follow. As he trailed behind her, he couldn’t help but feel the constant reminder of the chastity cage, a feeling that would stay with him throughout the outing, reinforcing his mother’s control at every step.

At the mall, Lori walked confidently through the crowds, her heels clicking on the polished floor as Peter trailed behind her, his face flushed and his mind spinning from the events of the morning. He struggled to keep up as she led him from one store to the next, her every step brimming with a purpose and authority he found both intimidating and inescapable.

As they entered a lingerie boutique, Lori turned to him with a casual smile that barely masked the edge in her gaze. “I have a date tonight, Peter,” she said matter-of-factly, pulling a lacy piece of lingerie from the rack and examining it thoughtfully. “He’s quite the man—a real alpha type. Six-foot-three, young, broad shoulders… and, let’s just say, well-endowed. Exactly what a woman like me deserves.” Her voice held a teasing lilt, but it was laced with an unmistakable message, one that left Peter feeling small and awkward.

He shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to respond as she continued to describe her date in terms that only intensified his discomfort. “A real man,” she went on, casting a sideways glance his way. “Strong, confident, and… well, let’s just say, equipped in a way that most men couldn’t compare to.” The contrast was intentional, and Peter felt the sting of her words, the underlying implication all too clear, especially given her newfound intimate familiarity with his all too average-sized, now locked, member.

She held up a delicate lace bra and panty set, her eyes sparkling with a hint of amusement as she inspected it, then glanced back at him. “You know,” she added, almost as an afterthought, “if you like panties so much, maybe we should pick out a few pairs for you too.”

Peter’s face reddened, and he shook his head quickly, trying to stammer out a protest. But Lori was ready; she simply reached into her purse, pulling it open just wide enough to show him a small paddle tucked inside. The look in her eyes left no room for argument.

“Careful, Peter,” she warned in a low, firm voice. “If you don’t want everyone here to see a little demonstration of what happens when you step out of line, I suggest you behave.”

Peter swallowed, the sight of the paddle silencing him immediately. He could only nod, feeling utterly helpless as she led him by the arm, weaving through the displays of delicate lace and silk until they reached a section filled with racks  of panties in every shade and style imaginable. She cast a glance over at him, her lips curving into a slight smirk as she spotted a young salesgirl nearby, folding a stack of lingerie.

With a firm grip still on Peter’s arm, Lori motioned to the salesgirl, who looked up with a polite smile. She was in her early twenties, with dark hair tied back neatly and a curious glint in her eye as she approached them.

“Excuse me,” Lori said, her voice calm but with an edge of authority, “I need some help finding something… suitable for my son here.”

The salesgirl’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but her smile didn’t falter as she looked between Lori and Peter. “Of course. How can I assist?”

Lori looked down at Peter with a mischievous sparkle in her eye. “You see, I caught him sneaking into my room this morning, getting into my things.” She let the words hang for a moment, giving the salesgirl a knowing look, allowing the implication to settle. “So, I thought perhaps a little reminder might help curb any future misbehavior.”

The salesgirl raised her eyebrows, her lips curving into a slight, amused smile. She glanced over at Peter, who stood mortified, his cheeks flushed deeply. She clearly understood the full implication, her expression one of barely concealed amusement as she took in the scene.

“Ah,” the salesgirl replied, nodding with a look of understanding. “So, you’re looking for something that will remind him to keep his hands to himself, perhaps?”

“Exactly,” Lori replied, giving Peter a pointed look. “In fact, Peter here was just about to explain to you exactly what happened and how he was punished. Isn’t that right, Peter?”

Peter’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as he fumbled for words, completely humiliated by the attention of both women. He looked down, desperately wishing he could avoid their gaze, but Lori’s expectant look left him with no choice.

“I… I got caught,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “And… and she… she spanked me.”

The salesgirl’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and she covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. “Oh really?” she said, her tone playful as she looked at Lori.

“Go on, Peter,” Lori said, her voice calm but insistent. “Tell her exactly what you were doing—and don’t leave out any details about the state I found you in.”

Peter stood frozen, his cheeks blazing red as his mother fixed him with a firm, expectant gaze. The salesgirl looked on, clearly intrigued, her eyebrows raised in anticipation as she waited for him to continue his confession. Every nerve in his body screamed at him to stop, to avoid going any further, but his mother’s hand on his shoulder reminded him there was no escape.

Peter swallowed hard, barely able to bring himself to speak. “I… I went into her room,” he began, his voice shaky. “And… I… I picked up a pair of her… her panties.”

The salesgirl’s smirk grew a little wider, but Lori wasn’t about to let him get off that easily. She gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, her voice unyielding. “Tell her exactly how I found you. Every detail, Peter.”

He closed his eyes, feeling the heat in his cheeks intensify as he forced himself to go on. “I… I took the panties,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “And… I was lying on her bed… with my pants unbuttoned… and my pants and underwear pulled down.”

The salesgirl raised her eyebrows, her eyes widening with amusement. “Oh my,” she said, clearly entertained. “So you were really making yourself comfortable, weren’t you?”

Peter’s shoulders slumped, his gaze still fixed on the floor, but his mother’s hand on his shoulder tightened, pushing him to continue.

“Tell her what else you were doing,” Lori prodded, her voice firm. “What were you holding? And where?”

Peter’s voice faltered, his words catching in his throat. “I… I was holding her… her panties,” he whispered, barely able to force the words out. “And… and I… I had them… against my face.”

The salesgirl stifled a laugh, a look of shock and amusement in her eyes. “Wow,” she said, looking between Peter and Lori, “that’s quite a scene to walk in on. No wonder you’re here for a little lesson.”

Lori’s gaze remained unyielding as she continued to press him, ensuring no detail was left out. The salesgirl watched with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, clearly invested in every word of his forced confession.

“Now, Peter,” Lori said, her tone sharp, “why don’t you tell her exactly what you were doing with yourself. What were you doing with your penis when I walked in?”

Peter’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red, and he felt a wave of humiliation so intense that he could barely bring himself to speak. He hesitated, his eyes glued to the floor, desperately wishing he could avoid saying what his mother was demanding.

“Go on,” Lori insisted, giving his shoulder a slight nudge. “You wanted to act on those impulses; now you can explain them fully. So, what were you doing?”

Peter swallowed, his voice barely above a whisper as he forced the words out. “I… I had my… my penis in my hand,” he stammered, his voice breaking slightly. “And… I was… rubbing myself.”

The salesgirl’s eyebrows shot up, her lips curving into a smirk as she watched him squirm under the weight of his own words. “Oh, I see,” she said, clearly entertained. “So, you were really a naughty boy then. I can’t imagine that went over too well.”

Lori nodded, her expression firm as she looked down at him, satisfaction glinting in her eyes. “No, it didn’t go over well at all,” she replied. “That kind of behavior is absolutely unacceptable, and I made sure he understood exactly what happens when he crosses boundaries.”

Peter’s face was beet red, his heart pounding as he stood there, forced to confess every humiliating detail to the salesgirl who looked on with an amused smile. Lori kept a steady hand on his shoulder, her gaze unwavering as she prompted him to continue.

“Now, tell her exactly how I punished you, Peter,” she said, her voice firm.

Peter swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper as he began, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor. “She… she took me over her knee,” he stammered, his voice filled with embarrassment.

The salesgirl’s smile widened, her eyebrows lifting slightly as she took in the image. “Oh, really?” she said, sounding amused. “A proper, old-fashioned spanking then? Was it hard? Were you bare for it?”

Peter nodded, his cheeks burning as he continued, his voice trembling. “Yes. She… she spanked me… hard,” he admitted, each word a fresh wave of humiliation. “On… on my bare bottom.”

The salesgirl chuckled softly, clearly entertained by his discomfort. “Sounds like you got what you deserved,” she said, her tone teasing. “Bet you won’t be sneaking into your mom’s things again anytime soon.”

Peter’s shoulders slumped, desperately wishing he could put the conversation behind him, but Lori wasn’t finished. She gave him a look, raising an eyebrow, and slowly lifted the delicate chain around her neck, allowing the small key to dangle between her fingers. The key glinted in the light, and Peter’s face paled as he realized what she wanted him to add.

“Oh, and what else, Peter?” she said, her tone a bit too calm. “Why don’t you tell her what I did after the spanking?”

Peter’s throat went dry, and he shifted uncomfortably, his voice barely a whisper. “She… she put me… in chastity,” he mumbled, unable to look at either of them.

The salesgirl’s amused smile wavered just slightly, replaced with a look of curiosity. She tilted her head, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“Chastity?” she asked, her tone light but genuinely puzzled. “I mean, I think I get the idea, but… what exactly does that entail?”

Lori’s gaze sharpened as she looked at Peter, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. She seemed to relish his discomfort, clearly intent on making him explain every humiliating detail. “Well, Peter,” she said, her voice firm and expectant, “since you’re the one in it, why don’t you tell her exactly what ‘being in chastity’ means.”

Peter swallowed hard, feeling his face flush deeply as he struggled to find the words. He couldn’t meet the salesgirl’s eyes, his embarrassment almost overwhelming, but the weight of his mother’s gaze left him with no choice.

“It… it means that I’m… locked up,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “In… in a cage.”

The salesgirl’s eyebrows shot up, her eyes widening in interest as she absorbed his words. “A cage?” she repeated, clearly intrigued. “So… how does that work?”

Peter took a shaky breath, feeling the heat of humiliation creep up his neck. “It… it’s a small cage,” he explained, his voice trembling, “that… that fits around my… um… my private parts. It has a ring that goes around the base, and… and the cage part goes over… everything else.”

The salesgirl’s mouth parted slightly, a look of fascinated amusement spreading across her face as he explained. “And it’s all locked together?” she asked, leaning in slightly, clearly enjoying his discomfort.

Peter nodded, his cheeks burning as he glanced at the small key dangling from the chain around his mother’s neck. “Yes,” he murmured. “It… it has a lock, and only Mom has the key.” He swallowed, feeling utterly exposed as he continued, “So… I can’t… um… I can’t do… anything. It keeps me from… from touching myself or… or anything like that.”

The salesgirl let out a soft, surprised laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Wow,” she said, shaking her head slightly. “That’s… very appropriate.”

Lori gave a nod, her expression firm. “That’s right. This key,” she said, lifting it slightly so both Peter and the salesgirl could see it nestled against her chest, “stays with me until I’m confident he’s learned his lesson. He’ll stay locked up for as long as I see fit.”

Peter could barely breathe, the weight of his punishment pressing down on him as both women watched him with amusement and satisfaction.

“And now young man, I think you should tell this young lady exactly how you spent your time after I caught you.”

Peter’s cheeks burned, and he glanced up at the salesgirl, who was watching him with an amused curiosity, waiting expectantly for his response. He swallowed hard, his embarrassment intensifying as he struggled to find the words.

“I… I had to sit in my room,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible, “with… with the panties… the ones I… I was naughty with…”

Lori raised an eyebrow, giving him a slight nudge. “Speak up, Peter. And be specific about exactly where those panties were.”

Peter’s face went an even deeper shade of red, and he stammered as he forced himself to continue. “I… I had to sit on the side of my bed with… with the panties in my mouth,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor.

The salesgirl raised an eyebrow, still clearly entertained as she continued with her questions. “And tell me,” she asked, leaning in with a smirk, “just how deep were those panties in your mouth? And how long did you have to sit there like that?”

Peter’s face flushed even darker, and he stammered as he tried to respond, feeling his mother’s firm gaze on him, urging him to answer fully. “They… they were stuffed all the way in,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “And… and I had to sit there for a full hour and a half.”

The salesgirl’s smirk widened. “An hour and a half with your mouth full of the very thing you couldn’t keep your hands off, hmm?” she remarked with a slight laugh. “I’d say that sounds fitting.”

Lori nodded in agreement, clearly pleased with Peter’s forced confession. “Exactly. I wanted to make sure he had plenty of time to think about his actions,” she said, giving Peter an approving, yet firm look.

“Well,” the salesgirl replied, giving Peter one last, appraising glance, “I hope every minute of it reminded you why you’ll be keeping your hands to yourself from now on.”

She turned to the salesgirl, a hint of a smile on her lips. “And that’s why we’re here today. I thought a little extra reminder in the form of some new attire might reinforce the lesson.”

The salesgirl nodded, casting an amused glance at Peter, who was too mortified to meet her gaze. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she turned back to Lori, grinning.

“Perfect,” she said, stifling a chuckle. “He sneaks into your things, and as a punishment, you’re making him wear exactly what he couldn’t keep his hands off? It’s like one of those old-school punishments, you know? Like when a dad catches his kid sneaking a cigarette and makes him smoke the whole pack to teach him a lesson.”

Lori nodded, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. “Exactly,” she replied smoothly. “If he’s so interested in my panties, he can get the full experience every single day—whether he likes it or not.”

The salesgirl laughed, clearly entertained by the predicament. She picked up a pair of delicate pink lace panties from the rack, holding them up with a raised eyebrow. “And something like this will be especially fitting over that cage, don’t you think? I mean, even if he gets a little… excited by the feeling of them, it’s only going to bring him frustration and a bit of pain.”

Lori’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, glancing over at Peter, whose face had turned an even deeper shade of red. “Exactly. Any thrill he might feel from wearing these will only serve as a reminder of his boundaries—and the consequences of breaking them.”

The salesgirl shook her head, still grinning as she looked at Peter, who stood mortified, unable to meet her gaze. “Well,” she said, unable to hide her amusement, “I guess you’ll think twice before stepping out of line again, won’t you? Wearing these every day will be a pretty memorable lesson.”

Peter could only nod, his face burning with humiliation, knowing that this wasn’t just a one-time punishment. Every moment in those panties, stretched snugly over his cage, would serve as a constant, intimate reminder of the control Lori now held over him.

But then, as if out of nowhere, the salesgirl’s expression suddenly hardened, her eyes flashing as she looked Peter up and down, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She didn’t hold back, her voice dropping into an intense, biting tone that took even Lori by surprise, though a slight smile crept onto her face as she watched the girl’s determination.

“I can’t believe the audacity,” the salesgirl snapped, her gaze icy as she looked straight into Peter’s eyes. “Sneaking into your mother’s room, invading her space, touching things that don’t belong to you—do you have any idea how entitled and disgusting that is? This is exactly the kind of behavior that’s been enabled in boys for far too long, like they can just take and take without consequences.”

Peter’s face turned scarlet, and he looked down, unable to meet her fierce gaze, but the salesgirl was relentless.

“Young men like you think you’re entitled to everything,” she continued, her voice rising, each word cutting deeper. “You think you can disrespect women, invade our privacy, and get away with it? Well, guess what—that apparently ends right here. I’m honestly thrilled your mother caught you in the act and punished you, because boys like you need to be put in your place before they grow up thinking they can do whatever they want.”

Lori looked on, slightly taken aback by the passion in the girl’s words, but she couldn’t help feeling a sense of satisfaction. It was clear that this young woman, closer to Peter’s age, was delivering a scolding that would hit him even harder than her own words. She gave the girl an approving nod, encouraging her to continue.

“And let me tell you,” the salesgirl pressed on, “I hope you feel every bit of that cage, every moment of that frustration, as a reminder of just how powerless you really are when it comes to the things you think you’re ‘entitled’ to. You don’t deserve an ounce of freedom until you understand what it means to respect women and their boundaries. And honestly, if it was up to me,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain, “I’d make sure that cage stayed locked for an entire year. Maybe then you’d understand what real consequences feel like—and what it means to truly respect boundaries.”

Peter’s face blanched, his eyes widening as the full weight of her words sank in. He couldn’t meet her gaze, feeling utterly trapped under the force of her scorn and the weight of his punishment.

Lori, taken aback at first, quickly recovered and gave the salesgirl an approving nod, a delighted glint in her eye. “A year,” she mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “Now, that’s an idea. Maybe it would do him good to really experience what it means to earn back trust slowly—if at all.”

The salesgirl didn’t soften her gaze for a second. She leaned in slightly, her voice lower but no less stern. “Men who think they can cross lines without consequences don’t deserve the freedom they take for granted. And maybe, just maybe, a year in that cage would teach him to never, ever even consider doing something like this again.”

The salesgirl then gave Peter a sly, almost mocking smile as she crossed her arms, her gaze cool and unrelenting. “You know,” she began, her voice laced with a teasing edge, “boys your age are usually all wrapped up in their screens, watching all the porn they want, doing whatever they please whenever the mood strikes. But you? Not anymore.”

She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper, but still loud enough for Lori to hear, each word punctuated with amusement. “I hope you realize that all those little ‘habits’ boys indulge in—thinking they’re entitled to pleasure anytime they want—it’s all off-limits to you now, thanks to that cage. No more sneaking off for your private ‘me time.’” She smirked. “I’d say it’s a fitting punishment, keeping you from acting on all those… impulses.”

Peter’s face turned crimson, his eyes fixed firmly on the floor as he tried to absorb the full weight of her words. She seemed to delight in his discomfort, each word driving home the reality of his new restrictions.

The salesgirl straightened up, her expression shifting to one of satisfaction. “And honestly, it’s probably a good thing for everyone else too. Knowing that you’re locked up—well, let’s just say it probably makes a lot of girls feel a whole lot safer around you. No need to worry about any of those wandering thoughts, now, is there?”

Lori chuckled, clearly enjoying the salesgirl’s pointed remarks. “You’re absolutely right,” she agreed. “Knowing he’s kept in line gives me peace of mind, too. And I’m sure it’ll do him good to understand what it means to control himself—whether he likes it or not.”

The salesgirl gave Peter one last, taunting look. “So, enjoy the reality of your new life,” she said with a smirk. “I hope every time you’re reminded of what you can’t have, you think long and hard about why.”

Under the intense, scathing scolding from the salesgirl, Peter’s tough façade crumbled entirely. His shoulders began to shake, his eyes welling with tears as the weight of his punishment—and the reality of his actions—fully settled on him. The steady, unrelenting disapproval from both women left him feeling small and exposed, reduced to a quivering, helpless state. He was no longer trying to resist or argue; all he could feel was the overwhelming shame of his choices and the hopelessness of his situation.

Tears began to spill down his cheeks, and his voice, shaky and broken, escaped in a quiet, desperate plea. “Mommy… please,” he whimpered, barely able to look up, his voice quivering. “I’m sorry… please, Mommy.”

Both women exchanged a glance, their lips curving into subtle, satisfied smiles. Lori gave a little nod of approval, a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes as she took in the sight of her son, completely humbled and genuinely remorseful.

The salesgirl let out a small, amused chuckle, crossing her arms as she looked at Peter with a mixture of triumph and mild amusement. She gave Lori a knowing nod, her voice softening just a little but still carrying an edge. “Well, looks like he’s finally starting to understand. I think that ‘Mommy’ has gotten a real apology, don’t you?”

Lori gave the salesgirl a warm smile, clearly impressed. “Thank you,” she said. “Hearing that from you—I think it’s exactly what he needed to understand just how serious this is.” She looked back at Peter, her expression resolute. “You’d better take every word to heart.”

Peter nodded through his tears, his voice a broken, whispered, “Yes, Mommy,” as he took in the full impact of their words, fully aware that he’d reached a point of no return and would carry this lesson with him indefinitely.

The salesgirl glanced over at Lori, her expression fierce but approving. “I have to say, I respect you for not letting this slide,” she said, nodding at Lori. “This is exactly the kind of tough lesson boys need to learn before they grow into entitled men who think they can take whatever they want from women. Thank you for setting a precedent, for showing him that there are real consequences.”

Peter stood there, unable to meet the salesgirl’s or his mother’s gaze, feeling a new level of shame wash over him. Lori’s approving look only deepened his embarrassment, knowing she was relishing every word of the scolding this girl had delivered with such passion.

“Again, thank you for saying all that,” Lori replied to the salesgirl, giving her another smile of genuine appreciation. “I think he needed to hear it from someone close to his own age. Hopefully, this will be a lesson he won’t soon forget.”

Peter could only nod, feeling smaller than ever under the weight of their combined disapproval, knowing that his punishment was now layered with a very real understanding of just how thoroughly he had crossed the line.

“Well,” the salesgirl said, returning to her previous professional mood, gesturing toward a large rack filled with an assortment of delicate, lacy panties, “if you’re looking for something to really drive the point home, we have quite a few styles that might be just right.”

She started sorting through the rack, holding up a pair of pale pink lace panties with small satin bows on the sides. “How about these?” she suggested, holding them up for Lori’s approval. “They’re cute, delicate… and I think they’d look quite fitting on someone who needs a reminder to stay in line.”

Lori took the panties from her and held them up, examining them thoughtfully. “These are perfect,” she said, a small smile playing on her lips. She turned to Peter, holding them up so he could see them. “What do you think, Peter? A good fit for someone who clearly can’t be trusted?”

Peter’s mouth opened, but no words came out, his mind too flooded with embarrassment to respond. He glanced between his mother and the salesgirl, who was watching him with a smirk, clearly entertained by his predicament.

The salesgirl continued, reaching for another pair—this one in a soft lavender lace with a small floral pattern. “Or perhaps these,” she suggested, holding them up with a mischievous smile. “They’re a little more delicate. A good reminder, don’t you think?”

Lori took them, nodding approvingly. “I think so. And maybe a few more, just to make sure he has options.” She glanced back at Peter, her expression stern but with an undeniable hint of satisfaction. “After all, if he wants to act like he has an interest in these things, he might as well learn to wear them properly.”

The salesgirl nodded, clearly enjoying the exchange as she handed over a few more pairs—each one as delicate and lacy as the last. Peter could only stand there, unable to meet their gazes, knowing there was no way out of the situation. His face burned as they continued their discussion, picking out each pair with a deliberation that left no doubt about their intentions.

As Lori and the salesgirl continued selecting pairs of delicate panties, each one as lacy and feminine as the last, the salesgirl held up a particularly dainty pair with intricate embroidery and a soft satin bow. She glanced over at Peter, a smirk playing on her lips as she looked him up and down, clearly amused by the entire situation.

“You know,” she said, her tone filled with mock sympathy, “there’s quite a bit of irony here, isn’t there? Having to wear the very thing that apparently excites you so much…” She trailed off, letting the lace dangle from her fingers as she arched an eyebrow at him. “And yet, thanks to that little cage, you can’t do a single thing about it.”

Peter’s cheeks flushed a deep red, his gaze dropping to the floor as her words sank in. He shifted uncomfortably, the reality of his situation only deepening with each teasing remark.

The salesgirl chuckled, clearly reveling in his discomfort. “I mean, you’d be practically dying to do something, anything… but you’ll be stuck in these pretty little things, completely helpless to act on it. Seems like a fitting consequence, don’t you think?”

Lori nodded in agreement, casting a satisfied glance at Peter. “Exactly the lesson he needs. If he couldn’t respect boundaries before, now he’ll be learning all about restraint.”

The salesgirl smirked, folding the delicate panties and adding them to the growing collection, every piece a reminder of his predicament.

When they finally gathered several pairs, Lori looked down at Peter, her voice firm as she said, “Now, let’s get these rung up, and I expect you to wear them with gratitude. This is your reminder of what happens when boundaries are crossed.”

The salesgirl nodded in agreement, watching with an amused glint in her eye as Lori guided Peter to the register, her control over the situation undeniable and complete.

The salesgirl meticulously rang up each pair of delicate panties, her amusement barely concealed as she wrapped each one in tissue paper with deliberate care. She placed them one by one into a shopping bag, clearly savoring the moment. Just as she was about to close the bag, she looked up at Lori, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“Would you like me to set one aside for him to wear home?” she asked, her voice casual yet filled with unmistakable teasing. “I can show you both back to the fitting rooms…”

Lori’s face lit up with a pleased smile as she glanced down at Peter, who was already red-faced and clearly mortified by the suggestion. She nodded approvingly. “I think that’s a wonderful idea,” she said, turning back to the salesgirl. “He might as well start getting used to them right now, don’t you think?”

Peter shifted uncomfortably, his face burning as he felt both women’s gazes fixed on him. The salesgirl picked up a pair—a soft, pale pink lace with satin bows at the sides. With a mischievous smile, she held them up in front of Peter, stretching them out just enough to show off the intricate floral detailing and satin trim.

“These should be perfect for you, don’t you think?” she teased, her voice just loud enough to catch the attention of a few nearby shoppers.

Peter’s face flushed a deep shade of red as he stared at the delicate garment, unable to look away. A small group of passersby had turned their heads, noticing the scene, and a few exchanged amused glances, chuckling as they took in the sight of the clearly embarrassed young man confronted with such an intimate item.

The salesgirl didn’t lower the panties, keeping them held up as she gave him a knowing smile. “I think these will suit you nicely,” she said, making sure her voice carried, her tone layered with mock enthusiasm.

Peter’s ears burned as he caught the laughter and whispers around him, feeling utterly humiliated as the salesgirl finally lowered them. Lori looked on with a small smile, clearly approving of the thorough lesson in humility Peter was being given, knowing that this moment would stay with him for a long time.

“I’ll lead the way to the fitting rooms so he can get changed.”

The salesgirl led them to one of the larger fitting rooms at the back of the store, her steps confident as she opened the door and gestured for them to enter. The fitting room was more spacious than the others, with a full-length mirror along one wall and a small bench. She held out the pair of soft pink lace panties to Peter, smirking as she met his eyes.

“Here you go,” she said, extending the delicate garment toward him, her tone lightly teasing.

Peter hesitated, his cheeks blazing, but Lori nudged him forward, her expression both firm and amused. “Go on, Peter. Put them on. No time like the present.”

As Peter took the panties with trembling hands, Lori stepped in behind him, then turned back to the salesgirl with a smile. “You’ve been so helpful,” she said, gesturing to the salesgirl to come inside as well. “Why don’t you come in and check for fit? Make sure we’ve chosen the right style for him.”

The salesgirl’s eyes lit up with a glint of amusement, and she stepped into the fitting room, closing the door behind her. She crossed her arms, leaning against the wall with a smirk as Peter looked between them, his face crimson with embarrassment.

“Well?” Lori prompted, her tone unyielding. “Let’s see them on, Peter. We don’t have all day.”

Peter felt the intense weight of both his mother’s and the salesgirl’s gazes as he stood in the spacious fitting room. The large mirror reflected his flushed face, his embarrassment only heightened by the smirk playing on the salesgirl’s lips. With no choice but to comply, he hesitantly lowered himself onto the small bench to begin undressing, his hands shaky as he reached down to untie his shoes. His fingers fumbled with the laces, every small action feeling magnified under their expectant eyes. Finally, he slipped off his shoes, setting them neatly beside him, his cheeks growing warmer with each passing second.

Once his shoes were off, he stood slowly, glancing at his mother as if silently seeking permission to stop there. But Lori’s expression remained firm, a slight nod indicating he was to continue. Swallowing hard, Peter reached for the button of his jeans, unfastening it with trembling hands and then easing the zipper down. The sound seemed unusually loud in the quiet room, intensifying the awkwardness of the moment. He slid his jeans down his legs, then stepped out of them, folding them as neatly as he could before placing them on the bench beside his shoes.

In a desperate attempt to preserve some sliver of dignity, Peter turned slightly, intending to face away as he removed his underpants. But his mother’s voice cut through his intentions with a calm but unmistakably firm tone.

“No, Peter. Face us,” Lori said, her gaze unyielding. “You’ll face this head-on.”

Peter’s heart raced, his face flushing an even deeper shade of red. With a resigned nod, he turned back toward them, his eyes fixed on the floor as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underpants. Slowly, he slid them down, his face burning as he exposed himself, the chastity cage nestled around him now fully visible. He bit his lip, barely able to look up, feeling utterly humiliated.

The salesgirl’s reaction was immediate. She let out a quiet laugh, her smirk growing wider as she took in the sight before her. “Oh my,” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. “So that’s what you meant by ‘in chastity.’ Looks like someone’s really been put in his place.”

As Peter stood there, his face a deep shade of red, the salesgirl’s eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of the chastity cage snugly encasing him. Her gaze lingered on the small device, where his circumcised penis sat tightly confined behind the delicate metal bars, the tip bulging slightly and pressing against the sides, clearly unable to move. A delighted smirk tugged at her lips before a soft, incredulous laugh escaped her.

“Oh, my goodness,” she chuckled, taking in every detail with a mix of amusement and fascination. “All locked up in that tiny little cage, aren’t you? Pressed in there with no room at all to do a thing.”

Peter’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, his gaze glued to the floor, utterly humiliated as the salesgirl continued her amused inspection.

“Well,” she continued with a teasing tone, shaking her head slightly, “that must be pretty frustrating. Swelling up with nowhere to go, huh?”

Lori looked on, clearly satisfied, and nodded in agreement. “That’s exactly the idea,” she replied smoothly. “I think it suits him just right.”

Peter could only nod, his face aflame with embarrassment as he stood there, fully exposed and feeling more vulnerable than ever. The salesgirl shook her head with a chuckle, glancing over at Lori with a look of approval.

“Well, I’d say he’s certainly learning a lesson,” she said, barely containing her laughter.

As Peter stood there, his face crimson with embarrassment, the salesgirl’s eyes lingered on the chastity cage, a look of amused curiosity crossing her face. She tilted her head slightly, a smirk playing at her lips as she turned to Lori with an arched eyebrow.

“So, is he always this small,” she asked, her voice tinged with playful disbelief, “or is the cage making it worse?”

Peter’s face flushed even deeper, the question hitting him harder than anything else that had been said so far. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling utterly humiliated as he waited for his mother’s response.

Lori glanced at Peter with a thoughtful look, as though considering the question. “Oh, he’s always been a bit on the… modest side,” she replied with a slight chuckle. “But the cage certainly doesn’t do him any favors. But, you know, when I caught him, he was barely managing a hand’s worth.” She chuckled softly, watching as Peter’s face flushed an even darker shade, clearly uncomfortable with his mother’s bluntness.”

The salesgirl laughed softly, giving Peter an appraising look. “Well, it looks like he’s right where he belongs,” she said with a smirk. “Not much of a threat to anyone with that, is he?”

Peter’s shoulders slumped as he stood there, feeling smaller and more exposed than ever, the weight of their words a constant reminder of his place.

Lori’s gaze remained firm and instructive as she took in her son’s uncomfortable stance. With a small nod, she directed him further, her tone calm yet leaving no room for hesitation.

“Let me show you the lesson he learned this morning. Turn around, Peter,” she said, her voice steady. “And place your hands on your knees.”

Peter’s face flushed even deeper, but he knew better than to argue. Slowly, he turned as instructed, facing away from the two women, and bent forward slightly, placing his hands on his knees as his mother had directed. His body tensed with the overwhelming embarrassment of being displayed so openly, feeling utterly vulnerable under their gaze.

The salesgirl’s smirk widened as her eyes fell on the lingering evidence of his earlier punishment—a pale red across his bare bottom, the effects still visible from the spanking Lori had given him that morning. She let out a soft chuckle, unable to hide her amusement at the sight.

“Well, look at that,” she said, her tone full of mocking satisfaction. “I can see someone’s already been taught quite the lesson today. That’s one thoroughly disciplined boy.” She cast a glance at Lori, clearly impressed.

Lori gave a satisfied nod, her gaze fixed on Peter’s reddened skin. “I believe in teaching lessons that last—and if that means leaving a reminder, so be it.”

Peter stood there, hands on his knees, his face burning with humiliation as the salesgirl’s teasing and his mother’s steady words sank in.

Lori looked over him thoughtfully, a small, contemplative smile tugging at her lips. She reached into her purse, her fingers wrapping around the smooth wooden paddle she had brought along. She pulled it out with deliberate ease, letting the salesgirl catch sight of it, her eyes widening with a gleam of intrigue.

“You know,” Lori said, her voice casual but firm, “I think that red isn’t quite fresh enough.”

Peter’s eyes widened, his heart pounding as he felt the air shift behind him. He dared not move, his stomach sinking at the realization of what was about to happen, but he knew that arguing would only worsen his situation.

The salesgirl chuckled softly, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall, watching with evident satisfaction. “I agree. It could use a new coat of red paint,” she said with a smirk, clearly entertained by Lori’s method of handling things.

Lori stepped closer to Peter, positioning herself behind him as she tapped the paddle lightly against her palm, the sound sharp and unmistakable in the quiet fitting room. She let the anticipation hang in the air for a moment before raising the paddle, pausing just long enough for Peter to feel its impending presence.

“Stay exactly as you are,” Lori instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Without another word, she brought the paddle down firmly across his already reddened bottom, the sharp smack reverberating through the room. Peter winced, his body tensing as the familiar sting intensified, adding fresh heat to the sore marks left from earlier. Lori delivered a series of measured swats, each one landing with a precise, practiced force that left no doubt about her intention to make this punishment memorable.

The salesgirl looked on, her smile widening as each crack of the paddle filled the room. “I’d say he’ll be thinking twice before stepping out of line again,” she commented, clearly impressed.

Lori gave one final, decisive swat, the loudest of them all, and then lowered the paddle, nodding with satisfaction as she took in the renewed redness across Peter’s skin.

Lori’s satisfied smile grew as she glanced at the salesgirl, an idea forming in her mind. She held the paddle out to her, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Would you like to help reinforce the lesson?” she asked, her tone inviting.

The salesgirl’s eyes widened, her lips curving into a delighted grin as she took the paddle from Lori’s hand. She couldn’t hide her amusement as she looked Peter over, her expression a mix of curiosity and disdain, the smirk on her face deepening.

“Oh, I’d love to,” she replied, her voice dripping with a mix of excitement and teenage impatience. “Honestly, shitty little boys like this think they can get away with anything.” She shook her head, looking at Peter with the sort of disappointment reserved for someone younger than her who clearly hadn’t learned his place.

Peter’s cheeks flushed deeply, as the salesgirl took him by the arm and sat down on the bench, adjusting her position and giving him a pointed look that left no room for argument.

“Come on, then,” she said, her voice a mixture of irritation and mock authority. “Over my knee, bad boy. I don’t have all day. Let’s make sure this sticks.”

Peter’s face burned with a deep, unrelenting humiliation as he found himself guided firmly across the salesgirl’s knee, the vulnerability of his position more intense than he’d ever imagined. Bare from the waist down aside from the small chastity cage and his socks, the cool air of the fitting room prickled against his exposed skin, intensifying his awareness of every part of himself that lay helplessly over her lap. The weight of the cage pressed against him, and he could feel his bare, sensitive testicles resting on the soft fabric of her skirt, a reminder of his utter exposure and helplessness.

The salesgirl held him firmly in place, one hand pressing gently but unyieldingly against his back, ensuring he was fully under her control. Her posture radiated calm confidence, a slight hint of amusement in the way she adjusted herself, securing him as though this were simply routine. The scent of her perfume filled the small room, heightening his discomfort as he lay there, fully aware of her every shift, every slight movement that reminded him of his vulnerable position.

Peter’s stomach twisted with shame, his thoughts racing as he avoided glancing at the mirror that would reveal the full picture—his bare bottom raised, the chastity cage a clear symbol of his restraint, and his reddened face. The reality of his situation sank even deeper as he realized the full impact of how he appeared, exposed and draped across her lap, unable to hide from the authority she now held over him.

She shifted slightly, ensuring he was squarely in place, and tapped the paddle lightly against his already sore bottom, a smirk on her face as she took in the sight.

“Guess you’re not so tough now, huh?” she remarked with a scoff, rolling her eyes as if disciplining him was just another chore. “Thinking you could sneak around like a little kid… Well, I think it’s time you learn what happens when someone catches you.”

With that, she raised the paddle and brought it down with a sharp, resounding smack, the sound echoing in the fitting room. Peter winced, gripping the sides of the bench as she delivered a series of quick, stinging swats, each one as precise as it was humiliating. The salesgirl’s strikes were deliberate, her youthful confidence clear as she made sure he felt every bit of the punishment.

“Maybe next time you’ll remember to respect people’s things,” she continued, her voice tinged with a bit of teenage sarcasm as she smacked the paddle down again. “Because guess what? You don’t get to act like a brat and just walk away from it.”

Lori watched with a smile, nodding approvingly at the sight, pleased to see the salesgirl take on the role with such ease.

The salesgirl held Peter firmly in place, her grip unyielding despite his kicking and struggling, her face set with a determined, almost fierce expression as she delivered each stinging swat with the paddle. Every crack of the paddle echoed off the walls of the fitting room, filling the space with a rhythm that was as relentless as it was effective. Peter squirmed and cried out, his face red with embarrassment and pain, but the salesgirl seemed unaffected, her focus solely on making sure he felt every single swat.

“Think you’re going to get away with acting like that again?” she snapped, delivering another sharp smack that made Peter yelp, his legs kicking instinctively. “Maybe this will make you think twice before sneaking around!”

Her voice was unwavering, carrying a fierce authority that belied her age. She paused only briefly to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling from the exertion, but her grip on him didn’t loosen in the slightest.

Lori watched the entire scene with an amused smile, clearly satisfied with the thoroughness of the discipline. Finally, after another series of sharp, unyielding smacks, the salesgirl slowed, her breathing a bit heavier as she looked up at Lori, the fire in her eyes still very much alive.

Lori chuckled, nodding in approval. “I think that’ll do,” she said, her voice warm with satisfaction. “You’ve certainly made your point.”

The salesgirl gave one last, small huff, releasing Peter from her grip and standing up, handing the paddle back to Lori and brushing off her hands with a satisfied smile as he scrambled to gather himself, his face flushed and his eyes watery from the intense punishment. The lesson, as both women knew, was one he wouldn’t soon forget.

“Now,” she said, her tone calm as she glanced at the salesgirl, “I think he’s ready to try on his new reminder.”

With his face and bum both burning and every movement feeling like an eternity, Peter reached down to pick up the delicate pink lace panties from the bench. The soft fabric felt foreign in his hands, and he hesitated for a brief moment, glancing up at his mother, who nodded, urging him forward. With a deep breath, he stepped into the panties, pulling them up his legs, the snug, lace fabric settling around his hips and covering the cage in a way that felt both restrictive and uncomfortably revealing. He winced feeling even the delicate fabric against his paddled rear.

As he straightened up, he could feel the lace fitting tightly over his cage, the outline unmistakably visible through the sheer material. The delicate pink lace clung to his skin, framing the cage in a way that only amplified his vulnerability.

“Raise your shirt, Peter,” Lori instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument. “We want to see how they look on you.”

Peter swallowed, slowly lifting the hem of his shirt, feeling the full weight of their stares as he exposed the lace panties completely. He couldn’t bring himself to look at either of them, his gaze fixed on the floor as he held his shirt up, his face flushed with humiliation.

The salesgirl took a step forward, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she reached out, adjusting the waistband slightly and making sure the fit was snug and even. She gave the lace a small, approving tug, straightening it around his hips, her fingers brushing against the fabric with a practiced ease that left Peter feeling even more exposed.

Stepping back, the salesgirl exchanged a look with Lori, both of them chuckling softly as they took in the sight. The thin lace material did nothing to hide his embarrassing cock cage.

“You know,” the salesgirl began thoughtfully, tapping her chin as if genuinely considering the idea, “maybe we should have him step out into the store. Let all the staff, and maybe even a few patrons, see our ‘new model’ here.” She glanced back at Peter, her eyes dancing with amusement. “I think it would be quite the statement for the boutique. Just imagine—showing off how nicely these panties fit, and of course, letting them all catch a glimpse of that red bottom and that little cage too.”

Peter’s eyes widened in horror, and he shook his head, his face a blazing shade of red. “Please, no!” he stammered, his voice filled with desperate pleading. “Please don’t make me… I’ll be good, I promise!”

Lori chuckled, sharing an amused glance with the salesgirl as if genuinely considering the proposal. “It would make an impression,” she mused, playing along. “And I think plenty of people would get a kick out of seeing just how well he wears them.”

The salesgirl grinned, her gaze sharpening as she looked Peter over with a teasing glint. “Oh, I can only imagine the reactions. I’m sure a lot of women out there would be pleased to see a boy like you properly corrected, knowing you’re kept in line with a red bum and that cage.” She chuckled softly. “It’d be a great reminder for everyone that boys like you can—and should—be held accountable.”

Peter’s pleas grew more frantic, his embarrassment nearly overwhelming him as he looked from his mother to the salesgirl in desperation. After a pause that felt like an eternity, the two women shared one last look, and Lori finally gave a small, amused sigh.

“Alright,” Lori said with a chuckle, patting Peter’s shoulder. “I suppose we’ll let him off this time. But you’d better remember how close you came, Peter. Next time, who knows?”

The salesgirl gave a playful shrug, clearly enjoying the flustered state they’d left Peter in. “Consider yourself lucky,” she teased.

After Lori and the salesgirl had thoroughly enjoyed Peter’s humiliation, they instructed him to get dressed. His cheeks still burning, Peter carefully pulled his jeans up over the lace panties, wincing as the fabric clung snugly to his still-stinging bottom.

As Peter finished pulling his jeans back on, his face still flushed from the entire ordeal, the salesgirl looked down at his discarded underpants lying on the bench. With a smirk, she gestured to them, raising an eyebrow.

“What should I do with these?” she asked, her tone laced with amusement.

Lori turned, eyeing the plain underpants with a look of mild distaste. She reached down, pinching them delicately between her thumb and index finger, holding them out at arm’s length as though they were something unsightly. Wrinkling her nose, she gave a small, dismissive shake of her head.

“Let’s just throw these out,” she said, glancing at the salesgirl. “Do you have a trash can nearby?”

The salesgirl chuckled, nodding as she opened the fitting room door slightly, pointing to a small waste bin just outside. “Right there,” she replied, clearly entertained by the scene.

Without a second thought, Lori stepped out, dropping the underpants into the trash with a look of finality. She dusted her hands off as she returned to the fitting room, giving Peter a satisfied nod.

As they led him back out into the store, Peter kept his gaze firmly on the floor, desperately trying to avoid the eyes of anyone. But it was impossible to escape the attention; several women in the store looked up as they passed, smirking knowingly, their expressions filled with amusement.

One woman, browsing a nearby rack, raised an eyebrow as she watched Peter walk by, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “Seems like someone had a lesson to learn today,” she remarked, her voice loud enough for others to hear. Peter felt his face flush even deeper, wishing he could disappear.

Another woman nearby chuckled, nudging her friend as they watched him pass. “I thought I heard someone getting a proper correction back there,” she said with a grin. “Looks like I was right.”

The whispers and soft laughter followed him as he walked, each comment making him acutely aware of how many people had heard everything from the fitting room.

Peter kept his eyes down, his humiliation deepening with every step, knowing that the women around him had listened to the discipline he had received.

As they continued moving through the store, the amused looks and murmurs from the surrounding women only intensified Peter’s humiliation. Lori, hearing the comments and noticing the smirks, decided to make the lesson even clearer. With a slight, mischievous smile, she reached over and, with a quick tug, pulled the back of his pink lace panties up above the waistband of his jeans, letting the delicate fabric and satin bows peek out for everyone to see.

Peter’s face went pale, then flushed deeply, his eyes wide with embarrassment as he felt the cool air against the exposed lace. He instinctively reached back, but Lori gave him a firm look, stopping him in his tracks.

“Keep those hands at your sides,” she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument. “I want everyone to see exactly what kind of lesson you’re learning today.”

The murmurs around them grew louder, and several women exchanged knowing glances, stifling laughter as they took in the sight. One woman nearby chuckled, nudging her friend with a smirk. “Not only a good spanking, but panty training too? He must have really needed the correction.”

Peter’s face burned hotter with every comment, his hands trembling as he kept them obediently at his sides, knowing that any resistance would only make things worse. The feeling of the lace panties pulled up and displayed for everyone to see was almost unbearable, a constant, unmistakable reminder of his mother’s authority and the lesson she was determined to teach.

Lori took a step back, her expression a mix of mock disappointment and firm authority as she looked down at Peter. With a dramatic sigh, she placed her hands on her hips and leaned down to his level, shaking her finger at him with an exaggerated scowl, ensuring everyone around them could hear.

“Peter,” she said firmly, waiting until he lifted his eyes to meet hers, “I want you to answer me truthfully. Will you ever be naughty with Mommy’s panties again?”

Peter’s face turned a deeper shade of red as the nearby women watched, some openly chuckling. He could feel their amused gazes, every eye in the vicinity fixed on him.

“N-No, Mom,” he mumbled, barely audible.

Lori wasn’t letting him off that easily. She leaned in closer, still shaking her finger, her tone insistent and eyes unwavering. “Oh, I don’t think I heard you,” she continued. “Say it loud enough for all these ladies to hear. I want everyone here to know that you’ve learned your lesson and that your little penis will never again be anywhere near my things.”

Peter swallowed, his face blazing with humiliation as he forced himself to speak louder, his voice shaking. “No, Mom. I won’t ever do it again.”

The women around them chuckled, entertained by his embarrassment and Lori’s firm, public scolding. One woman nearby smirked, nudging her friend with a knowing grin. Another gave Lori an approving nod, clearly impressed.

“Good,” Lori replied, straightening up with a satisfied smile.

A woman standing nearby clapped her hands together lightly, a wide grin on her face. “I think he’ll think twice before being so naughty again. It’s refreshing to see a mother who knows how to keep her son in line,” she said with a chuckle, exchanging amused glances with the other onlookers.

Peter stood there, feeling thoroughly chastened and humbled under the watchful, amused eyes of the gathered women, every part of the lesson, especially his mother’s pointed words, clear and unforgettable.

As they reached the entrance back to the mall, Lori turned to the salesgirl, a pleased smile on her face. “Thank you so much for all your help today,” she said warmly. “It’s not every day you find someone willing to go above and beyond to make sure a lesson is learned properly.”

The salesgirl grinned, clearly satisfied. “Oh, it was my pleasure,” she replied, glancing at Peter with a hint of amusement still lingering in her eyes. “Sometimes a little extra guidance goes a long way.”

Lori nodded, then turned to Peter, her expression firm once more. “Peter, I think you owe her your gratitude as well,” she said, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. “And don’t forget to thank her for the paddling. I think it’s only polite after all the trouble she went to.”

Peter’s cheeks flushed, but he knew there was no room for hesitation. He looked up at the salesgirl, his voice shaky but sincere. “Th-thank you,” he stammered, barely able to meet her gaze. “Thank you for… for your help… and for the paddling.”

The salesgirl chuckled, giving him an approving nod. “You’re very welcome,” she said, clearly amused by his discomfort. “I hope you’ll remember this lesson and keep yourself in line from now on.”

Lori smiled in satisfaction, giving the salesgirl a parting nod. “I’m sure he will,” she said, a hint of finality in her tone. With that, she took Peter by the arm and guided him back into the mall, leaving him with the weight of the lesson he’d learned and the unforgettable reminder of the day’s events.

[Continued in Part 3]