Molly had forgotten how comfortable plain cotton Sloggi's were, she stood in front of the mirror in just the panties critically appraising, she had become used to wearing expensive underwear, most of which had more style than function. A small thrill ran through her as she thought of Erin, she could not exactly say why she was attracted, Erin was elegant without trying, her voice was gentle but with a hard edge that you would not argue with. Erin's eyes seemed like they could look into one's soul to the point that people close to her felt they could not lie to her. In her line of work Molly could detect a liar at 50 yards and knew she could not lie to Erin. She had never felt this way about a woman or anybody for that matter. When Molly finally blurted out about a spanking there was no surprise registered, no recrimination, Erin simply patted her lap as if it were an every day occurrence. Molly's fingers slipped inside her panties, the experience was totally erotic, her other hand slid over a breast exciting the nipple. Molly had not watched herself do this before and it just added to the moment, usually it was in her bed with the light off. She whispered to no-one in particular 'oh yes Miss Erin' and shuddered with the orgasm.
She decided she would have to get more white cotton panties, they now had an erotic association. Everyone in Erin's house curtseyed to her, Molly wondered whether she should too. It was an idea she would have found ludicrous only a few days ago but seemed a reasonable idea now, surely if the other three did it wouldn't it be a gesture of respect if she did too?
The following day found Molly shopping during her her lunch break, she had decided that the white panties were looking a bit tired so she bought herself a four pack, Sloggi basic white Tai. She also bought a plain white blouse, a new white bra with light lace on the cups and a new white suspender belt. On her way though skirts and dresses she saw an above the kneel flared and partially pleated skirt in black, she automatically thought 'easy to flip up'. She already had black stockings but like many women she could not pass up the chance to buy new shoes, black open toe with a 4 inch heel, having small feet 5 inch would be too much. She had not put it on yet but she felt sexy, a far cry from Legal Eagle. There was not much on at work that day, the cases she was working on were trundling their way through the system. People see legal dramas on TV and think everything is hectic with daggers drawn whereas in real life it can be mind numbingly boring sometimes. On top of that solicitors never got to the daggers drawn position, that was the preserve of Barristers in a Court of Law. The end of the working day could not come quick enough, she usually took work home but tonight it was minimal.
Molly tried the outfit on and was pleased with what she saw in the mirror and hoped that Erin would be too. The skirt was an agreeable inch and a half above the knee, suitably demure, Molly did not want to look like a tart, short revealing skirts were for others. There was a suggestion of bra lace through the blouse but no more than that. She undid the bun that her hair was habitually in, almost obligatory in her world, and let her hair fall free. Molly's hair had a natural soft curl to it, she decided that next time she went to see Erin she would wear it down, she was oblivious to that fact that it took 10 years off her age. She was not thinking in term of 'if' she would see Erin again it was 'when' and the 'when' would be sooner rather than later.
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Manipulation
FantasiCharles was an average man with one weakness, he could not refuse his wife Erin anything. She would lead him down a path that he could not escape.
