Chapter 8: Should He be Hard Like This?

Continued from chapter 7:

She leans in close, her lips brushing my ear as she whispers,

“This is about you submitting to me completely, about trusting me to guide you into new experiences and help you explore sides of yourself you never knew existed. Wearing those panties is a symbol of your devotion, your willingness to embrace your feminine side for me.”

Nora pulls back slightly, her gaze intense and unwavering.

“Well, okay then, just checking,” I smile at her.

“If it’s important to you, then it’s important to me. I’ll be a good sport. Lead the way, my darling aunt.”

Nora beams at me, her face lighting up with joy and gratitude at my agreement.

“That’s my good boy,” she praises, planting a quick, affectionate kiss on my cheek.

“I knew you’d understand.”

Taking my hand, she leads me out to her car, opening the passenger door for me like a true gentleman.

“After you, my darling nephew,” she gestures grandly, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

“Let’s go find you the perfect pair of panties to complement your… assets.”

Chapter 8:

Once we are both settled in the car, Nora starts the engine, reaching over to rest her hand high up on my thigh as she drives.

“I hope you’re ready for this, Ero,” she murmurs, giving my leg a gentle squeeze.

Nora drives me to the boutique she mentioned. As we enter, I’m greeted by a lush display of satin-themed intimates in a variety of colors. The breeze from the air conditioning causes everything to flutter seductively, a myriad of shiny fabrics winking enticingly at me from the shelves.

Nora spots a sales clerk—a cute, perky girl in her late teens or early twenties, with hair pulled back into two twin braids that dance on her bare shoulders. She wears a satin and lace cami top, cropped to show off her toned belly, paired with a denim mini skirt and cowboy boots.

“Excuse me, miss?” Nora grins and waves her over.

I lean closer to Nora, whispering,

“Please, not so loud…”

“Yes, ma’am!” the sales clerk responds eagerly.

“My name is Lauren. How can I help you today?”

Nora exchanges a knowing glance with me before speaking.

Nora steps forward, her hand resting possessively on the small of my back as she addresses the perky salesgirl.

"Hello there, sweetheart. My nephew and I are in need of some...specialty items," she says with a conspiratorial wink.

"We're looking for a pair of panties that would suit his delicate features. Something lacy, perhaps in a soft shade of pink or lavender. What would you recommend for a beginner like him?"

The salesgirl, Lauren, eyes go wide and she giggles.

"Panties? For him? For sure we can do that. Do you know your size, sweetie?" she asks, turning to me.

My face burns with shame as Lauren beams her cute, thousand megawatt smile at me, discussing my panty size like we're talking about the weather.

Nora steps in.

"Actually, we don't, Lauren. What do you suggest we do about that?"

Lauren giggles again, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Why, we measure him of course. Erica, we need you!" she shouts across the store. "We've got to do a panty measurement...for a man."

I want to sink into the floor as several shoppers turn to look at us, their faces registering shock or laughter before they avert their eyes.

Lauren's summons brings another sales clerk, Erica, a tall willowy strawberry blonde in a yellow, floral, satin mini sundress that flutters enticingly just below her perfect heart-shaped bottom.

"Measurement? Sure thing. We can do that," she grins at me.

"Why don't you, Lauren, and you...she looks at Aunt Nora.

"Nora," my aunt introduces herself.

"Nora, of course," Erica continues.

"Why don't you and Lauren go and help him get undressed in the changing room and I'll bring the measuring tapes."

Lauren grins at me, giggling.

"Ready, sweetie? Your auntie and I are going to take such good care of you while we wait for Erica."

Each takes one of my hands and leads me to the dressing rooms, to my doom.

As soon as the three of us are alone in the fitting room, Nora locks the door with a decisive click, her eyes gleaming with mischief and barely contained excitement.

"Well, well, well," she purrs, stepping closer to me, her hips swaying hypnotically.

"Look at you, my shy little nephew, all flustered and embarrassed."

Lauren giggles, leaning against the wall and watching the scene unfold with rapt attention.

"Don't worry, sweetie," she coos, her voice dripping with false sympathy.

"We'll make this nice and easy for you. Won't we, Nora?"

Nora nods, her hands coming up to rest on my shoulders, kneading the tense muscles there.

"That's right, darling."

"Oh, my sweet Ero," she coos, cupping my face in her hands.

"Look at you, all shy and flustered. It's absolutely adorable."

She leans in, brushing her lips teasingly along my jawline.

"Don't worry, darling. Auntie Nora and our lovely helper here are going to take excellent care of you."

Lauren giggles, moving to stand behind me. Her slender fingers start to work on the buttons of my shirt, undoing them one by one.

Soon, I am completely naked before my Aunt Nora and this complete stranger, Lauren, who can't stop giggling. I am a 26-year-old man, and this girl is witness to my nudity and, even more embarrassing, my erection that starts to rise. To make matters worse, there is a crisp knock at the door, and Aunt Nora lets Erica in.

"Okay, we are ready to..." Erica begins, then stops as she looks at my length.

"Oh, my. Nora, should he be hard like this? We're just trying to get some measurements here, and this naughty man seems to think we are here for his amusement...Whatever shall we do about this?"

Nora smirks at Erica's shocked reaction, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she drinks in the sight of my impressive arousal.

"Why, measure him of course, Erica," she says breezily, waving a dismissive hand.

"To get his proper measurements, you'll want him erect, won't you? This big guy is going to have to fit inside a snug pair of panties."

She reaches out, trailing a single finger along the underside of my shaft, her touch feather-light and teasing, before giving it a gentle spank.

"Mmm, and who can blame him? Surrounded by such lovely ladies, all focused on his...needs. It's enough to get any man worked up."

Nora turns to Erica and Lauren, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"Tell you what, girls. Why don't we make this a bit more interesting? A little game, if you will. Ero has indeed been naughty. There is no denying that.”

"You two measure him.. Ero has until you are done measuring him, to make his naughty little guy go down, and if he doesn't...I give you permission to bend his naked body over your laps and spank him until you are satisfied he has learned his lesson."

Erica and Lauren's eyes go wide with surprise before they look at me and burst into giggles.

"Nora...I say aghast. Nora, please...No. Not from them."

"Not from us?" Lauren says. "Nora, do you spank him?”

“What does he mean not from us?"

Erica frowns,

"Ero, we have a job to do. And you shouldn't be objectifying women like this. If you can't make him go down", she spanks my penis like Aunt Nora did,

"Then we will just have to bend you over and spank you. Isn't that right, Lauren?"

"That's right, Erica. Nora gave us permission Ero. Either get him to go down,"

She spanks my penis, giggling,

"Or you will be face down, ass up over Erica and my laps, and we spank for keeps."

She slaps my naked bottom, and both girls erupt with laughter.

"You heard them, Ero," Aunt Nora chimes in.

"Bend over for them, so they can get your measurements. And do be quick about it. We need to get you some panties...and maybe some other items so you can be all dolled up for our dinner and spanking date this evening."

To be continued in chapter 9...