For a Flower II: JJ at Macy's
by Horizon

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THIS STORY IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. IF YOU ARE NOT AN ADULT DO NOT
READ THIS. If you do not like spanking stories, do not read this.
Fair warning given.

Thanks all for the favorable comments on my first story. I was
encouraged to try a sequel. I hope you enjoy it.

The characters in this story were developed in "For a Flower." 
It is recommended that your read that first.
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For a Flower II: JJ at Macy's


Saturday at the mall found Theresa Bennet and her 9 year old son
JJ shopping at Macy's among other places. They had been shopping
for several hours but Theresa was determined to shop the big
ladies' coat sale in the department store.

After 2 or 3 hours of shopping with his mom JJ was getting
restless. Theresa had spoken to him several times about his
behavior and she was giving him a lot of rope because she had
some serious shopping to do. The coats had all been hung on those
familiar 4 foot long rolling hanger units. Many units had been
located in one area for the customer's convenience. As Theresa
searched through the racks of coats, JJ found that he could scoot
under the hanging coats and emerge on the other side of the unit
and if several units were arranged closely to each other, he
could scoot under one after the other and so traverse several
units in "commando" mode and emerge several racks away from his
mother. While Theresa's attention was otherwise occupied, JJ
amused himself by doing this, and his mom momentarily lost track
of him. This amused JJ harmlessly for some time.

Suddenly, there was a commotion several racks about 30 feet from
her, a clatter of empty metal hangers and a loud "oomppff"
followed by several voices raised in surprise. Theresa
immediately looked around to locate JJ, who should have been at
her elbow but was not. Scanning the department frantically she
fixed upon the area of commotion.

At the center of the commotion were JJ and a very tall older
woman. The woman was looking down at the floor where JJ had
fallen, having commandoed himself under the clothes rack. As he
emerged he had accidentally head butted the woman in the stomach.
This surprised her greatly and propelled her backwards into a
display table, the corner of which had dug into her hip which she
was now rubbing; JJ landed flat on his behind underneath the
hanging coats. He then used his hands to spread two of the
hanging coats to open a path for his vision so he could see what
he had hit. His cute 9 year old's face shone from under a crop of
mahogany brown hair cut in a bowl type of style with bangs that
came down to his large brown eyes which were accented by a single
dimple on his right cheek.

JJ looked up from the floor at the imposing figure. She was 5'
10", make that six feet with heels, and broadly built. She was
not fat by any means but she was obviously the descendent of
large parents. Her hair was salt and pepper gray and pulled back
and wrapped around her head, secured in the back by a pin. Her
features could be described as granite like, some might say
mannish, in the way her visage was carved in flat planes and
right angles. Yet, there was nothing masculine about her at all.
She was simply large for a woman and "not delicate."

"And just what are you up to young man? Don't you think you
should be a little more careful?" asked the lady.

"er ummm...uh...I was just uhh...," said JJ with his usual
eloquence in these kinds of situations to the woman who looked 10
feet tall from his vantage point.

Just then Theresa arrived on the scene. "JJ," she exclaimed. The
simple phrase and tone communicated her astonishment and
disapproval. "What happened here? How many times did I tell you
to behave today?"

The large lady answered for JJ. "He just popped out from under
the rack and smacked right into my stomach, causing me to lose my
balance and stumble backwards into that table," said the lady,
rubbing her hip. "Quite a surprise."

"Oh, I am so sorry. I hope you are not hurt," said Theresa.

"I think I'll be OK and I don't think the bruises will show,"
quipped the lady.

"JJ! Are you all right?"

"Yes, mom."

"Ah, this little hellion belongs to you?" said the lady.

"Oh dear. I am terribly sorry. You can rest assured that you
won't be the only one bruised before this day is out," intoned
Theresa as she looked meaningfully at JJ.

JJ relaxed his hands and let the coats come together, hiding his
face. Half hoping that this would render him invisible.

"I am Mrs. Theresa Bennet, long suffering and embarrassed mother
of the hellion," said JJ's mother as she extended her hand.

"Mrs. Elizabeth Howarth,, pleased to meet you. I take you to mean
the seat of his pants is going to get warmed?"

"No, I mean his pants are coming down and his cheeks are going to
become very red," said Theresa as she looked in JJ's direction,
slightly raising her voice so the inference was not lost on JJ or
anyone else close by.

JJ drew his feet in under the rack and now he 100% hoped he would
actually disappear.

"JJ, come out and apologize...now," said Theresa. JJ emerged and
was introduced properly to Mrs. Howarth and made an apology by
which time Theresa and Elizabeth had progressed to a first name
basis and were discussing naughty children in general and JJ in
particular. Theresa explained how JJ was a trouble magnet and
made many trips over her lap. Elizabeth revealed she had raised
four children herself, 2 boys and 2 girls and did not believe in
sparing the rod. It was a long path but eventually they all
turned out all right Elizabeth revealed, trying to encourage
Theresa that there was indeed light at the end of the child
rearing tunnel.
   
The next thing JJ realized was that the two women had begun to
exchange spanking stories and philosophies. JJ listened in horror
as several of his more memorable punishments were detailed and
blushed particularly as Theresa recounted the flower incident
with Dagmar Swenson and Alice Thornsley.

"I have begun making his punishments more embarrassing lately,"
said Theresa. "The lesson seems to last longer that way. He has
been relatively good since he got his little fanny so well
smacked by Dagmar and Alice and, he hasn't since touched a
flower"

"Yes, I have found that the embarrassment lasts longer than the
sting," said Elizabeth.

"Agreed, JJ hates having his little correction sessions even
talked about. When they are actually witnessed or administered by
someone other than his father or me it is a whole order of
magnitude more effective as a punishment. Normally, for a public
offense like this I would smack his little bare fanny right on
the spot, to make the punishment better fit the crime. But, since
you are the wounded party, I think it is entirely appropriate
that you do the honors. You certainly have the experience," said
Theresa with a knowing smile.

JJ felt a jolt of electricity run up his spine when he heard
this.

"Only too happy to help, Theresa," said Elizabeth returning a
knowing look. "But it is a little bit crowded here even if one
does want some publicity. And there does not seem to be any place
suitable at hand, not even a chair."

"I have an idea," said Theresa. The next department over is
furniture; I know the salesperson there, perhaps, we can make our
self comfortable in one of the living room displays."

They crossed over to the furniture department where Theresa was
met by Grace Lynd, who was Alice Thornsley's second cousin. Grace
was a pretty 20 year old, 5' 6" tall, 130 pounds with dark brown
hair cut to her shoulders and large dark pretty eyes. She had
begun working in Macy's right after high school.

"Hello Theresa, so nice to see you. Can I show you something in a
living room set?"

"Hello Grace. Actually I was wondering if we could just... umm
try it out for a bit. JJ's earned himself a bare bottom spanking
right in Macy's and this might be a comfortable spot, for us that
is. JJ won't be comfortable."

Grace smiled and looked directly at JJ, making eye contact. "So
you are the famous JJ?" She said. "I heard all about how my
cousin Alice and Mrs. Swenson 'entertained' you in your living
room a few weeks ago. I understand you did quite a lively little
dance."
 
JJ blushed and took an involuntary step back trying to hide
behind his mother's hip.

"JJ, come out here and be sociable. You have nothing to hide from
these ladies." The double entendre amused all the ladies and they
exchanged looks.

"Well Theresa, at Macy's we like to meet our customer's needs,"
said Grace with exaggerated kindness. "Impromptu spankings are
certainly not unheard of at Macy's but this might not be the best
place. Our new supervisor routinely passes through and I don't
know how he might react. However, I may have a solution. Come
with me."

It was time for Grace to cover the register for the salesgirl's
break in the next department. This department was much quieter
than the others although there were a few shoppers. But it was
"ladies" dresses and the more matronly types that shopped there
were more likely to understand the spectacle of JJ receiving
discipline, as most over the years had in department stores meted
out their own brand of justice to their own children. In
addition, there was a large fitting room behind the cash
register, larger than one would expect for such a quiet
department. In fact, this department had previously held the
Juniors department which had much higher traffic and hence needed
a large fitting room. Thus, a fitting room with eight changing
cubicles, four on each side formed a corridor that led towards
the back and an open alterations area with chairs and many full
length mirrors.

Grace led the ladies and JJ to the department. The salesgirl was
Amy; she was a lovely girl of 18, just starting out her career.
She had dark hair that fell in loose curls to her shoulders, pale
blue eyes and a beautiful smile. Grace gathered Amy to one side
and whispered something into her ear. Amy looked at JJ while
Grace continued to whisper and Amy occasionally nodded as she
listened. JJ felt as though his life were an open book. Amy gave
a final nod and smiled that dazzling smile.

Theresa told JJ he was to go with Mrs. Howarth who was fully
authorized to deliver the imminent spanking which he so richly
deserved. JJ started to plead for mercy in a low whisper, making
all kinds of promises to be good.  "Please mom, no. I'll be good.
Please don't let me be spanked here. Please take me home. I'll
never be bad in the mall again, mommy." 

"JJ, you better obey Mrs. Howarth if you know what's good for
you. Otherwise I am sure it will be worse."

At Theresa's instruction, Elizabeth took JJ's hand and they
entered the fitting room with Grace leading. JJ followed, his
smallish hand almost lost in the large hand of Elizabeth, who
wore a size 9-1/2 glove. In the alteration area Elizabeth found a
convenient straight backed chair, set her purse on the floor and
motioned JJ to come near. JJ went to Elizabeth unsteadily with
his knees knocking while Grace and Theresa observed.

"That's it JJ," said Elizabeth, "stand to my right hand side;
I'll be using my right hand." JJ winced as he thought of those
huge hands spanking his naked bottom. "Let's get these pants off,
shall we."

"No-ooo-oo," cried JJ in desperation to his audience, hoping one
of the ladies might intercede on his behalf. Yet as he looked to
Theresa, Grace and Elizabeth in turn he saw no reprieve. On the
contrary, Grace was standing opposite and was paying very close
attention, even to the point of leaning slightly forward to
closely observe and to hear all the dialogue. Theresa was seated
in a similar chair to Elizabeth's right and just behind JJ. She
sat back with one leg crossed over the other and her arms folded;
her expression was strict as her eyes met JJ's.

Elizabeth reached back and popped him one on his upper left
thigh, just to get his attention. JJ hopped, feeling the stinging
hand print that seemed to burn and spread over the back of his
leg. "JJ, I expect complete obedience from you or it will be
worse. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mrs. Howarth," said JJ, still feeling the sting. Elizabeth
lifted one foot at a time to her lap and removed JJ's shoes. Then
she reached over and undid his belt, snap and zipper. Moving
slowly to draw out the agony she grasped each side of his Eddie
Bauer Cargo pants at the seam and tugged down first one side then
the other, one inch at a time until they finally formed a pool at
his feet. When he had stepped out of them, Mrs. Howarth began to
make a big production of smoothing them and folding them while JJ
waited uncomfortably standing in his briefs. Grace, helpful
employee, took them from her, and put them on a hanger and hung
them up on one of the many convenient hooks. Then Elizabeth
reached for JJ's briefs and once again began the same tortuous
method of bringing them down. An inch on the left, an inch on the
right, soon JJ's penis was just under the waist band. Slowly,
more and more of JJ was revealed until at some point his penis
sprang free over the band causing JJ to blush heatedly. Grace
thought this slow torture was particularly entertaining and had
to suppress a smile. Eventually JJ's briefs hit the floor and
again JJ waited, fully exposed, hands at his sides, as Elizabeth
elaborately folded them over and handed them to Grace. JJ blushed
so severely that his forehead felt like fire. And then he was
guided over Mrs. Howarth's lap.

Elizabeth rested her shovel sized palm on JJ's butt for an
instant and drew back. "This is what happens to naughty boys who
disobey and do dangerous things, JJ," she said. Then as if
releasing a catapult, her hand arced through the distance and
impacted. Smack. She landed on the upper right but, mostly
covered three quarters of the target because of her hand size.

"Yeoow-ow."  Elizabeth drew her hand back slowly and three sets
of eyes observed the outline of her hand on JJ's butt. At first
the center was white but, as they watched it began to fill in
with warm red color. Crack. The hand impacted on the lower left
with similar results.  "Ahh-ow." Again a slight pause to admire
the handiwork and then Elizabeth settled into a steady pace
interspersed with lecturing.

Crack, "You never...," smack, "behave yourself...," splat, "in
public...your mother...," crack...,"as you are told...," smack,
"this is just the beginning..."

Meanwhile Grace felt the light touch of Amy at her shoulder and
she regrettably left to cover the register as they had pre
arranged. Amy looked in to see a reddening bare assed JJ with his
T shirt yanked up to his shoulders and his bright butt elevated
to target of opportunity status as Elizabeth's shovel sized hands
did their work. Amy looked directly over the boy to appreciate
the rear view of the spectacle that was playing out in the wall
mirror directly behind him while Elizabeth Howarth continued with
a task she had not performed on her own children in some time,
but never-the-less for which she had lost none of her talent.

Crack, "Never again...," smack, "the very idea...," splat,
"should know better...," clap, "repeatedly warned...," crack
"nothing compared to the next time..."

Amy watched in the mirror as a tearful JJ's cheeks hopped around
trying to avoid the stinging whacks while his completely exposed
privates danced along in unison.

Crack. Smack. Clop. Smack. Pop. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Smack, "you'll get your pants taken down whenever...," smack,
"you need it...and your behavior warrants...," crack, "on your
bare..."

All the while, the occasional customer would come to try on
garments and investigate the noise; invariably the matron would
nod in agreement with the sight of a naughty boy being punished.
Elizabeth continued to rain down spanks on JJ until she had run
out of lecture and his behind and upper thighs were just the
right color of deep red.
 
JJ lay over her lap, tears streaming. He was wheezing as if he
had run a marathon and his throat was all horse from crying and
trying to breathe at the same time. When JJ calmed down a bit,
Mrs. Howarth told him he was ready for some corner time and stood
him up. Across the room there was a three panel mirror atop a two
step high platform. Usually women would stand there in their
dresses while the seamstress marked the hem length and any other
alterations. Mrs. Howarth grabbed his left ear and propelled him
across the room with moderate swats to his hiney. Though moderate
they stung like hell on his punished cheeks and each swat caused
him to jump and wiggle his nakedness as he crossed right in front
of Amy. Amy was forced to hold her hand to her mouth to hide her
grin as she watched his penis perform wild gyrations with each
swat, but JJ was completely oblivious to the show he was putting
on as all of his awareness was centered on his hind spot.

Mrs. Howarth led JJ up the little platform in front of the three
panel mirror. She then turned JJ slightly sideways so that he
stood in profile to the corridor and ordered him to keep his
hands on top of his head or they would have to start all over. As
JJ raised his arms his tee shirt, which had been bisecting his
cheeks, rose to his naval, completely displaying his entire
glowing bum. With some careful arranging of the mirrors Mrs.
Howarth left JJ contemplating his frontal nudity and at the same
time he could see his bright red rear in the other mirror. This
made JJ very aware of his nudity and his surroundings. Theresa
smiled to herself and shook her head, shear genius she thought,
she could learn a lot from Elizabeth.
 
During JJ's corner time Amy and Grace both had reason to enter
and reenter the area several times. There seemed to be a great
necessity to collect coat hangers, move various articles of
clothing, etc. Several shoppers also came and went trying on
clothes. Each shopper that inquired was told of JJ's misdeeds and
his punishment. Not one disapproved. Several commended Theresa on
her parenting or remarked how well spanked he was and how his
face was just as red as his behind. Each new visitor caused JJ to
die a thousand deaths. One woman had brought her 10 year old
daughter with her to try on clothes. Upon understanding the
situation, she walked the girl to within three feet of JJ's
platform to make sure she got a very good look and said "You had
better behave yourself today or you will end up taking his
place."

Theresa thought this corner time was so successful and unique
that she extended it to 45 minute instead of the usual 30. When
he was finally done with corner time, he was further embarrassed
as pretty Amy retrieved his clothing and stood there handing Mrs.
Howarth one piece at a time while Mrs. Howarth dressed him as if
he were a baby and could not do it himself.

Finally, JJ and Theresa left for home but JJ was walking funny as
the movement of his clothes reminded him of the condition of his
little butt.

  
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