The Bad Little School-Boy       by Sissy Demi

Chapter Thirteen

"Pick it up, Chrissy!" the blonde girl glared at him. He bent down and began scooping the few items that fell out back into her purse. When he was done, he stood up and offered it to her. "No," her mother said disapprovingly. "Since he caused you to drop it, let him carry it through the mall." Cristina smirked at her mother and crossed her arms, facing the helpless boy. He let his arm drop and clutched the black purse at his side with one hand. The strap dangled to the ground. Cristina glared at him again. "You need to carry it properly, my sweet blossom," she said through her teeth. She reached down and slipped the strap over his shoulder and shifted the purse to the other side. "There," she smiled. "Usually we would just use the same shoulder, but as I don’t want you to lose it we’ll cross it over your chest. Now, come along, Chrissy."

The mother and daughter persecution team’s next stop was Frederick’s Secret, a trendy lingerie store. Chris meekly followed them inside, painfully aware of his intrusion into the sanctum sanctorum of the most feminine of shops. The nervous boy’s eyes darted to and fro, seeking a spot to hide from sight until they were done. Cristina and her mom were poking through a panty bin, exclaiming over this pair or another, seemingly not aware of Chris slowly sidling away towards a corner. He spied a small alcove with two doors on either side. A perfect spot to disappear for a while! Keeping one eye warily on the two blondes, Chris opened the door as quietly as he could. A piercing shriek ripped through the store! Chris whipped his head around to look directly into the shocked and outraged eyes of a half-dressed woman … in a dressing room!

A hand grabbed the back of his collar and dragged the stunned boy towards the sales floor. "Is this your son, Ma’am?" the salesclerk asked abruptly. She went on before either Cristina or her mother could reply. "I found him trying to peek at another customer in the dressing room. Is your son some kind of pervert, Ma’am?" The salesclerk eyed the purse around the trembling boy’s neck, then looked back at the two blondes. Cristina’s eyes glinted and a slow smile spread across her lips. She gently nudged her mother in the side. "I’m sorry!" Cristina addressed the clerk. "We should have kept a closer eye on him." She sighed melodramatically. "I’ve had a problem with him peeking at me at home, too. He’s even being punished for it, right now." Cristina reached out and pulled the top of Chris’ shirt aside for the growing crowd to see his white, satin bra. All the women in the store chuckled. "Perhaps a stronger punishment is needed," the woman from the dressing room said sarcastically.

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