She gets to know his sexual preferences

"I'm impressed you came in here for your girlfriend," said Catherina as she strode through the displays of sex toys. Chris had to hurry to keep up. He seemed to stumble through the store, trying not to bump into shelves, or knock over sextoys. She seemed to float through the aisles, softly caressing toys as she passed. His eyes had a hard time staying off her waist and ass.

She stopped suddenly and grabbed a purple rubbery phallus from one of the shelves. It looked bigger in her two hands than it did on the shelf. "Most guys aren't secure enough to want to buy a sex toy for their partner. They think sex toys are the enemy, as if there should be nothing better than their own... tool," Catherina glanced down at Chris' raging hardon to emphasize her sentence. Then she looked back up in his eyes and sensually licked the purple phallus from base to tip. "Men really need to embrace sex toys as friends, not foes." She smiled and gave it a gentle kiss on the tip.

Chris really didn't know how to react. He just really wanted to get out of the store before he made a mistake, but something or someone was keeping him there. "Umm... Well I was thinking of getting her an anime fridge magnet or something."

Catherina scoffed and set the dildo back down on its shelf. "Nonsense," she said and gestured all around her, "Sarah deserves better than that." Chris reluctantly agreed. The booming of the music made it hard to really think otherwise. "Tell me, what fun do you have in the bedroom?"

"F-fun?"

"Yes, fun! What do you do? What's your favourite position?" Catherina seemed to be growing impatient as much as she enjoyed toying with him.

Chris put a hand through his hair. Was he really going to discuss his sex life with this random stranger? "Uh, well, sometimes she's on top, but I do really like being on top, I guess?"

Catherina smirked. "She's on top? You mean cowgirl? And you like missionary?" She rolled her eyes, "I wasn't expecting an answer that was so... vanilla." She grabbed a candle from a different shelf and took a smell as if she was trying to gain inspiration. Chris wasn't sure, but he was willing to bet it wasn't vanilla scented.

"I - uh- I don't really..."

"She's on her back, her legs are spread and you're plowing into her, ya?" Chris nodded. "Missionary." She placed the candle back down and looked around.

Chris stared at her stupefied. He knew there was a lot more to know about sex, but he really had no idea how big the iceberg really was.

Catherina sighed. "What about fantasies? Is there anything you've wanted to try?"

Chris wanted to say, "No." He wanted to apologize and leave and never turn back. He wanted to pretend the store and the incredibly sexy sales associate were just a fever dream brought on by some novel, unheard-of virus, but his mouth had other plans. "Spanking?"

As if injected with liquid hope, Catherina's body perked up. "Spanking?" she echoed.

Chris couldn't believe he said that, but he was in for a penny. "Y-ya, do women actual enjoy that? Y'know... Being spanked?"

Catherina's perfectly painted lips curled into a dazzling smile which only managed to fluster Chris further. "Oh, you better believe it. Follow me." She grabbed his hand and led him to another display. It took all of Chris' willpower not to stare at her pert ass sashaying under her crimson skirt. "This is what you need."

Chris looked at the assortment of toys on the shelf. They all had a handle that led to a wide flat bit. Paddles. There was a plethora of colours and shapes. Some had designs printed on them, others had designs and words indented. There were wooden paddles, plastic ones, and a studded leather paddle. One even looked exactly like a table tennis paddle. Even as sexually inexperienced as Chris was, he could assume their function.

"These are for spanking?" he asked. He tentatively reached out and picked up a fairly plain black, plastic paddle. It felt surprisingly good in his hand. The handle was comfortable and had a soft grip. He waved it around a little and the weight felt like it was perfectly balanced.

"They sure are!" replied Catherina. She was beaming as she watched him wield the paddle.

Chris tried to gently bring the paddle down on the palm of his other hand, but it was apparently harder than he expected. The sound of the swack was loud enough to hear over the music, and he felt his hand sting in response. He was amazed at how effective it was with even such a small amount of ****. "Ow!" he said, "Women actually like this?"

Catherina laughed. "Men too," she said. She grabbed his stinging hand and gently rubbed it between her hands. Chris had to admit it felt really nice. His cock eagerly agreed. "It's not for everybody," she continued, "But some like the mixture of pain and pleasure. Some like the power dynamic that it presents. Some like both." She gently blew cool air on his palm and then kissed it better. "Personally, I love the aftercare."

Alarms were going off in the depths of Chris' mind. Deep down, he knew he needed to get out of that store. He needed to get away from his lovely enchantress, but her touch felt so good, her lips felt so soft. He looked at his hand, at the red stain left by her ruby lips. "I-I - I just don't..." he stammered. He was so confused, so conflicted.