[IceMaiden]

This particular fetish shop is more than it appears. Among other little surprises, the owner shoots porn videos in store. Cheap little low budget, low quality shoots, to be sure. But the entire shop is covered in secret cameras and one way mirrors. I watch on a bank of monitors as my girl scampers carelessly through the aisles, tossing items into a basket without really looking. Not unexpected really. I nod to Paddy, the owner, as she leaves and send him out to implement phase two of my plan. As she sits behind the owner's desk, I call her mobile. She sounds a little anxious as she answers.

"You were told to spend your whore money on clothes for me," I tell her softly. Speaking over the top of her as she tries to reply, I continue, "the owner of this store is a friend of mine. For the rest of today you will do exactly as he tells you. Remember slut, I am always watching you."

I hang up before she has time to object or comment. Paddy takes over. His voice a little wooden as he recites a pre-prepared speech, his acting skills leave a lot to be desired.

"Your Master wants you to shop properly," he tells her. A light comes to his eyes, his gaze fixing on my property. "So I am going to be your personal shopper for today. Take off your clothes."

He hangs up without warning and I hold the phone to my ear for an extra moment while the store owner tells me to undress. Returning my phone into my bag I raise my eyes to the store owners slowly and glare defiantly at him. Why should I undress for him?

He didn't tell me I had to spend all of the money on clothes, just that I was to buy clothing he would approve of. And that is exactly what I did. So in my mind I followed His orders and not once have I disobeyed....at least, not yet.

"Don't make me wait."

I smile slowly as the words leave the store owners mouth and sit myself down in a chair, sitting back and making myself more comfortable.

"I think I will. In fact I don't think I will undress at all." I inform him brazenly. I'm surprised how calmly the words leave my mouth and how confident and calm I appear. My heart beats at it's normal steady pace and I am quite at ease right now despite my refusal to follow the direction of undressing.

The store owner's eyes narrow as he tells me,

"I believe your owner told you to do exactly what I said."

I lean forward, my smile becoming even bigger as I face him down. Bravely or stupidly, I'm not quite yet sure.

"My owner also told me to shop for clothes and I did exactly that. But it seems he and I disagree with what was expected. Therefore I now disagree with your order of undressing for you."

I can see the store owner doesn't quite know what to do with me and I smirk inwardly. The way he moves and talk might ask for obedience but it doesn't demand it. It doesn't leave absolutely no doubt about who is in charge. That wont work for me. Right now, I need my submission to be taken, not asked for. And his whole demeanor shows me that he isn't capable of doing that so I feel absolutely no need or even a want to obey him. In fact, I toy with the idea of playing with him instead. It would be easy...almost too easy.

Watching through the one way mirror, I laugh quietly to myself. My little slut has a bratty streak. Still, this was anticipated, planned for.

Paddy crosses to the desk, he has given her the three chances I specified. Picking up the phone from its cradle, he gives his next preplanned speech.

"I am sorry to hear that. I was told that if you decided to be awkward, my next step is this. Afer I phone the police about our little shoplifter, I have to phone the newspapers. 'Local girl caught stealing from sex shop.' Should make page one."

I roll my eyes at him as he speaks. Surely this is a scare tactic. I didn't steal anything in the first place! And I'm pretty confident my owner doesn't want me sent to prison. So instead of responding the way I am sure this stupid store owner hopes for I tell him;

"Go ahead. Should also be pretty newsworthy that I didn't actually steal anything and that you have now essentially attempted to blackmail me into undressing for you. I'm sure you will have CCTV somewhere in the shop. That will show that I didn't take a single item that wasn't paid for. Maybe you have CCTV in here too. Wouldn't it be fun if you did and your attempt at coercing me into undressing was on camera for all to view too?"

The store owner's eyes narrow at me as I continue on with my speech.

"Since you seem to be so close with my owner why don't you inform him that the only way I will be undressing for you is when I am physically made to? I don't think you're up to the job."

I knew she wasn't going to fold to the threat. I have known my girl a very long time. A sliding door opens silently behind her even as she speaks, I step through into the office and nod to Paddy.

"You stay here," he instructs, turns and leaves the room.

I don't speak or move, standing behind the wingback chair my insolent little slave is lounging in, just waiting to see what she does next. That much I have become good at.

I breathe a little easier once the store owner has left the room. Even though I was confident my assumptions were correct there had still been a sliver of fear that he would go ahead anyway, that I hadn't realized was there until just now.

I wonder what exactly he is doing and where he has gone and as I replay his last words to me I frown. Why should I stay here? I haven't done anything wrong. I wait another couple of minutes and he still hasn't returned and I am getting angrier with each passing minute. He has no right to keep me here! I pick up my bag from the table and begin getting ready to leave.

I wait until she stands, her bag gripped in her hand. One short step is enough to close the gap between us.

Unbalanced as she rises from the soft, deep chair, my hand presses roughly, violently, into the back of her neck, throwing her forwards and bending her over the desk. Straining a little against her struggles, I hold her firmly pinned to the hard wooden tabletop. I don't speak, there is no need for words. Nor do I give her chance to speak. As her body slams onto the table, my hand lands viciously on her backside. Spank after spank raining wordlessly down on her rounded rear. My palm stings with the force of the onslaught, a dozen harsh blows delivered in the space of a few short heartbeats.

I don't even have time to cry out between standing and being slammed into the desk. Nor do I have time for a single word before the blows start landing. I attempt to struggle and break free from the violent grip but it's entirely useless.

As more blows rain down I realize that it's unlikely to be the store owner, even if it was possible for him to surprise me this way. Which can only mean...my breath hitches as my body stills completely.

Releasing my grip at the back of her neck, my fist bunches in the vest top she habitually wears. Turning on the spot, I yank her upwards by the fabric, which tears almost instantly. My arm straightens, pushing her from me once again, her body flying through the air to land painfully over the desk. Her top remaining in my hand, before I throw it carelessly to the floor. As she falls once more into the desk, the second time in less than a minute, I once again pin her down. My fingers wrap through her hair as I pin her face to the desk, not allowing her to turn and face me.

This time I do cry out as my body lands again over the desk. The force is hard enough that I know it is going to cause bruises. My cry is muffled due to my face being painfully pressed into the desk and despite struggling once more I can not budge from his grip. I realize that all I want right now is to turn around and face him, to be able to see him properly for the first time. Even under his assault that's the only thought in my mind right now.