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A lifelong crossdresser is offered the chance to move in with a man as a full
time housewife.

The Offer Part 2 Shopping and Spanking

As she approached the supermarket she felt a tightness in her chest.
Fear still gripped her every time she entered a place full of people.
She was confident of being out when she walked past and only got looked
at briefly, but inside when people had more time to look she was in fear
of being "read."

She hitched her handbag back over her shoulder and took a trolley and
went through the sliding door.

It was 10A.M., the shop was not too busy, mostly housewives doing their
shopping and a few older men.

In the enclosed space she could smell her perfume, Charlie, she hoped
she hadn't overdone it.

She was not dressed like a tart or a drag queen, just nice and normal.
Not slobbish as many women dress now when shopping. She hoped she did
not stand out.

As she went through the aisles she picked up the vegetables and
ingredients she would need for a boeuf bourguignon. She noticed one of
the older male shoppers was looking at her legs, You could not see much
of them as her boots we knee length and the skirt was knee length.

She was wearing a white slip, the lace edge showed sometimes as she
walked. She loved this look, when she was younger she would lust after
Stevie Nicks of Fleetwood Mac, when she used to dress this way.

She decided to give him a show, and bent over at the waist to pick a tin
from a low shelf, her skirt rose up at the back, giving him a nice view
of her seamed stockings framed in the white silk and lace of her slip.

She looked back over her shoulder and the man, eyes wide quickly turned
away, his face growing red.

Oh this felt so naughty, this was another thing that she could never do
as a guy.

She arrived at the clothing isle. She always got a thrill looking at the
underwear section. She used to glance at it when she was a man. Now she
could stand there and feel the fabric and hold them up and inspect
them.

There was a younger woman looking at bras. She saw they had a new range
of lace knickers in. They were in red, white and black. She knew she
would have to get the black ones. Ron loved her in black undies. She
felt the lace material, it was fairly soft. She had some lace underwear
that was cheap and scratchy. These were much nicer.

The young lady said, "Excuse me," and smiled as she pushed passed.
No trace of surprise or hostility. She had passed a "close encounter." This
filled her with confidence and made her feel more relaxed.

She needed the toilet, so she left her trolley outside and pushed the
door open. Using women's toilets were another source of fear, even after
a year of doing it. Of the three stalls, one was occupied. She went to the
far one.

She hung her handbag over the hook, raised her skirt and lowered
her knickers to her knees.

As she sat she could hear the woman in the other stall start to
"tinkle." As her plumbing was different she used to fear that she would
get noticed as she did not quite make the same sound as a "real" woman
did peeing.

She made sure she wiped, and carefully made sure no lumps showed in her
knickers before she dropped her skirt. After flushing she washed her
hands as the woman from the other stall was there brushing her hair.

"Bloody windy out there today," the woman said.

"Yes, I know, the wrong day to wear a skirt."

"Looks nice though, I love your look."

"Thank, must rush."

She exited the toilet feeling wonderful.

As she waited at in line at the checkout she looked around at the other
women. They were dressed in a mixture of ways. The younger ones in leggings or jeans, the older in dresses or slacks.

She was just like them, just another woman shopping.

This made her aware again of her clothing. As she shifted from one
foot to another, she felt her smooth stockings on her feet. Much nicer
than socks. She was aware of the lace edge of her silk knickers slightly
tickling her thighs. Did all the other women feel this way?

Arriving home twenty minutes later she put the shopping away and started
preparing the meal.

Ron came home while she was chopping vegetables. He put his right arm on
her right breast, while his left caressed he buttocks.

"Come on Debbie, upstairs now! I've been thinking about fucking you all
day."

"Not bloody now, I'm half way through making dinner!"

She pulled away.

She hated when he got like this, normally she felt quite submissive, but
she felt moody today.

"What did you say to me!" he shouted.

She froze, he had rarely ever shouted at her. He yanked her out of the
kitchen and into the living room and pushed her onto the sofa.

She started to tear up.

"S-s-sorry."

"No, you don't ever talk to me like that. I don't know if it's the
hormones, but you need to learn who is in charge in this house."

He sat next to her and dragged her over his lap.

"Don't you dare move!"

She felt him raise her skirt, his hand rubbing her buttocks through the
silk knickers. She felt his hard cock push into her stomach.

"Who pays for this lovely underwear?"

Slap

"You do."

Slap

These were not play slap this was a real spanking, she started to sob.

"Who makes all the discussions?"

Slap

"Y-you do."

Slap

"Who wears the pants?"

Slap

"You wear the p-pants."

Slap

"What do you wear?"

He paused waiting for her answer.

"I wear f-frilly knickers, panties."

"So who is in charge? Who is the man of the house and who is the
housewife?"

"You're the man Ron, I'm just the housewife. You’re in charge."

She could feel he was rock hard now, this had really turned him on. She
hoped it did not become an a regular "thing."

"Upstairs now!"

She hurried upstairs, with Ron close behind.

She started to get undressed, but he said,

"No leave it, get on the bed."

This was not going to be love making, he was so turned on he was going
to just fuck her.

He removed his underwear and his erection looked even larger than
normal. She panicked when she thought he was going to use her "dry."

Ron reached in the draw for the lubrication, squeezed a dollop on his
hand and coated his cock. He then grabbed both heels of her boots and
pulled them high and wide, exposing her French knickers.

Without pausing he thrust into her through the leg hole of her knickers.

"Ooohhhh," she screamed.

It hurt, she was normally prepared and ready. This was just him desperate to fuck her.

Ron drew back and pounded hard again.

"Uhhh,"

She let out a cry of pain.

Ron started to get into a rhythm. He pushed her legs over his shoulders
as he pounded her. She looked in his eyes, he was looking at her
intently. This was pure dominance showing her who was in charge.

As he sped up she felt something she had never felt before, looking at
her legs in her stockings and high heeled boots, wiggling as he drove
into her. She felt something building and spreading through he body.

She came for the first time in her life without touching her cock!.
Ron grunted and she felt him come inside her. He collapsed on top of her.

"I'm hungry, go put dinner on."

"I'll just change."

"No you just go as you are."

"Yes Ron, you're the boss."

On shaky legs she slowly went back to the kitchen. As she prepared the
food she could feel Ron's warm deposit dripping down her legs. She felt
satisfied, dirty, sexy, desired, but also abused. Was this what she wanted?

She wondered as she stirred the stock, how many of the other women in
the supermarket felt like this.