Pays for the shirt

Deciding she had **** if she didn’t want to face total humiliation, Lisa waved her cuff on the scanpad. Grace let out a little gasp of surprise and spun the screen around so Lisa could see the price.

The colour rose into Lisa’s cheeks again as she read the instructions. Finally with another furtive look around to make sure they were alone, Lisa dropped to her knees and put her hands down to expose herself to grace fully.

“Woof! Woof!” Lisa barked meekly, giving a little shimmy to make sure her C cup cheast shook, “I’m a naughty puppy, please spank me”. With that she pulled her skirt up over her hips and bowed down once more so her head was on the floor. Hearing Graces footsteps walking around, Lisa was suddenly supprised as she felt the slap. It wasn’t too hard, but her ass was already red and tender from the tree so the slap hurt more than Grace intended.

After 5 swats Lisa heard Grace move back behind the counter, “Here’s you shirt Lisa. I’m really sorry”

Lisa almost jumped up as she grabbed the shirt and pulled it on. It may have just been Lisa’s imagination but she could have sworn the material was thinner than it had been earlier and felt sure anyone looking would be able to tell she was braless underneither

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](http://it.As) quickly as she could Lisa left The Kennel and walked home as briskly as she could feeling like everyone was staring at her and her bouncing breasts the whole way back. As soon as she was home Lisa locked the door behind her, washed her face, changed and crashed on the bed.

After a surprisingly good nights sleep Lisa awoke to the sound of an alarm clock bleeping. Blearly eyed she found the clock and turned it off. Once she did the TV automatically flashed on and in red lettering across the screen said;

“RESIDENT 69. REPORT TO THE POLICE STATION IN 40 MINUTES. FULL UNIFORM IS REQUIRED. NON COMPLIANCE IS NOT AN OPTION!”

It took Lisa a second to realise what the message meant then she realised this must be why Grace had been at the Bar working. She washed and went to pick up the clothes she’d thrown haphazardly on the floor last night, but discovered they weren’t there. Opening the wardrobe she found a new uniform, clean and freshly pressed, along with some lingerie, today It was black stockings with a blue seem, matching blue thong and bra, she was for sure would be visible under the shirt, as if some sort of joke, the blue was the blue of a police car siren. She dressed and looked at the time, 23 minutes to try and find the police station. The town wasn’t that big, and she had explored a lot of it yesterday. It shouldn’t be too

[hard.

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](http://hard.As) Lisa tied her hair into her usual bun for work realisation dawned on her. The new uniform didn’t include her hat! The rest of the clothes had dissolved and reconstituted in the wardrobe. So maybe she wasn’t expected to wear the hat today? The setting the aliens had built seemed American, and US cops didn’t wear them? Right? But the uniform was very British in design, maybe the hat was in the clearing where she left it?

22 minutes now. That wasn’t a lot of time to try and find the hat and the police station. Did she risk being late or risk not having full uniform?