Being a spanking model, one might think that I have had my fill of exhibitionism. After being in front of the camera on a regular basis it is a logical assumption that perhaps I retreat into my private life the rest of the time and don’t allow anyone else to peek in. This would probably even be the sane thing to do. The thing is, I don’t think I’m sane.
You see, I am periodically seized by a strange need to do silly things. Recently, this need manifested itself in a very eventful trip to the mall while wearing an authentic British school uniform. I had done a school scene just prior to this trip, so I simply kept the uniform on that I had been wearing previously. The result of all of this is that when we set out to go shopping I was feeling every bit the recently punished schoolgirl.

When we arrived at the mall I told my friend, “You’ll have to tell me if we get any looks, because I don’t think I’ll be able to look myself.” He laughed, but not two minutes after entering the building he said, “Well that was a look for sure!” I must have started blushing because he laughed enthusiastically. However the real adventure did not begin until we started going into shops.
At the first store I found an adorable little outfit I wanted to try on. This became somewhat of an ordeal when I realized that in order to try the outfit on I would have to undo my tie and then re-tie it when I was finished. I’m not very good at tie tying. In fact I had just recently learned how to do it so that I would be able to wear my uniform properly. The result was that I got the tie off just fine, but I was forced to tie it several times before it looked presentable enough to go back outside in. I may be naughty once in a while, but even I knew better than to show my face in public with a sloppy uniform. I didn’t particularly want to find out whether or not Henry was prepared to give me a lesson in this in the middle of the shopping center.
Several other of the stores we went into were filled with staff who clearly did not know what to make of the situation. Everyone was highly professional, but it was obvious that they were paying closer attention than usual. When I made a purchase the man behind the register looked longer at my license than normal, and everyone seemed to prefer talking directly to my friend rather than me. I of course found this highly amusing, and yet I was still a bit relieved when it came time to go home.
As these things always happen, the most shocking part of the trip for me did not happen until I thought the adventure was already over. On the way out of the mall we ran into another group of women who were leaving. Although they clearly were trying to be polite, one could not help laughing good-naturedly. We let them pass us, but when we got close to the car we realized that they were headed for the car parked right next to mine.

When we arrived at my car Henry wasted no time in bending me over and landing a few well placed smacks to the back of my skirt. I was so embarrassed! I have no idea if the women in the next car saw anything, because I was far too mortified to look over in that direction. All in all, I think it was probably an appropriate end to the experience. I wonder if he noticed the messy tie.