A Discreet Little Purchase

"Honey... What's this I'm feeling under your jeans? Have you gone and put on some of your pretty little padding – without asking permission?"

I blushed even now as I recalled Jessica's words, spoken not more than two hours ago in that delightfully patronizing tone she loved to adopt. My live-in girlfriend was getting good, far too good, at being able to tell when even the most discreet Goodnites were tucked beneath my boxers. Yes, I supposed I had slipped one on this morning of my own volition. And yes, it technically was against her rules. But you see, I really just wanted that little extra bulk around me today, and it felt so selfish to ask her if I could. And surely, I'd reasoned, she wouldn't notice or even mind...

Except she had noticed. And while yes, she wasn't truly mad, she was definitely milking my disobedience for all it was worth.

I strode forward through the bright sunlight now, making my way along the busy streets with what I hoped would pass for confidence. As for genuine confidence? Honestly, I had very little remaining. Sure, I might be a fit, ordinary-looking grad student on the outside. But inside I knew the truth: I was for all intents and purposes a little kid in trouble, on my way to complete the errand my mommy-girlfriend had set for me as punishment.

It was simple, really. And something I'd done a few times in my life, even before meeting Jessica. "If you like your pretty little padding so much," she'd smiled, even as my eyes had slid down to the floor in embarrassment, "I really think you'd better go buy some more. At this rate, you're going to be out of them entirely – and then where would my excitable little boy be, hmm? Stuck in his big boy boxers without those pretty little pink and purple pull-ups he loves so much?"

Yep. That was my mission. Head to the pharmacy twenty minutes' walk away; buy not one, but two packs of the sort of Goodnites I was wearing right now; and then make my way home... without the luxury of a backpack in which to tuck my embarrassing purchase.

Jessica sure knew how to push my buttons, didn't she? Because even as I walked, I could feel my cock stiffening within the cottony padding of the Goodnites that had precipitated the entire thing. A naughty little boy, punished with pull-ups by his sexy mommy...

Though not even my hormone-fueled imagination could have prepared me for what lay in store for me. For as I pushed open the door and entered the dilapidated pharmacy, much to my chagrin I saw behind the cash register the one person in the world I wanted least to see.

Christina.

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I was sweating as I shuffled aimlessly from aisle to aisle, willing myself not make eye contact with anyone, not to look suspicious. What the actual hell could I do now? Here I was, caught between the stern orders of my girlfriend Jessica on the one hand, and the prospect of having my ex-girlfriend Christina ring up my humiliating purchases on the other. I could leave without buying anything, but Jessica was sure to find an even more humiliating – or painful – punishment for such a deliberate disregard for her orders. And yet the only way to purchase the Goodnites lay through Christina.

Damn this dinky little place for not having self checkout! I raged internally, eyes flitting nervously over the bright displays of candy I was pretending to scrutinize. Then I flinched as another, darker thought struck me. Wait... Did Jessica know that Christina worked here? She sure knew that we'd dated in the past...

But in the end, I soon realized, all these anxious thoughts were beside the point. There was nothing for it but to suck it up. And so I mustered up the little courage I had remaining and willed myself to walk toward the baby-care aisle, where lay the items I sought.

Sure enough, there they were: Girls XL Goodnites, a full row of them, lying neat and orderly as if waiting just for me. That is, for a blushing young man to swipe them hurriedly and toss them into the basket over his arm, trying vainly to bury them, to turn them any way possible to prevent fellow shoppers from reading that massive, incriminating lettering...

My eyes were down as I approached the dirty little checkout counter, pretending not to be interested in anything but depositing my basket on the counter. Don't look up, don't look up- But it was too late. "Um, hi... James? Is that you?" My heart sinking, I found myself glancing up into Christina's engaging smile. Fuck, fuck, fuck-

"Um, oh! Uh, hi! Wow- imagine- imagine meeting you here! Do- do you work here?" I was kicking myself as the adrenaline-fueled, idiotic babble left my mouth. Of course she works here, you idiot! Why else is she behind the stupid counter? But she merely tilted her head to one side, glancing over me in that supremely cool way she had. "Well, of course," she responded simply, then glanced down into the basket. "I hope you found everything you were looking for?"

"Um, yeah, yeah, of course, no problem," I stuttered, feeling my cheeks reddening as I watched her delicate fingers take up the incriminating packages, one after the other, and spinning them before the barcode scanner. "Good!" Christina was cocking her head once more, looking curiously at the packages as she tucked them into the transparent plastic bag. "Um, yeah. I guess... Sorry we don't have anything more, you know, discreet..."

"It's okay, it's fine," I babbled, stabbing my credit card into the reader with unwarranted force. "Really?" Christina's tone was amused now, and I could tell she was fighting the urge to giggle at my obvious discomfiture. "Well, okay, then!" She smiled sweetly as she tucked the receipt inside and handed the bag to me. "There you go! Hey, it was great seeing you again. It's been awhile, I guess. Hope you're doing okay..."

To which I could only stutter a few parting words. "Um, yeah! Thanks, um, yeah, take care..." My ears were flaming with embarrassment as I took the bag from her with trembling fingers and fairly fled for the exit.

Only to run head-first... into none other than my beaming girlfriend.

"Hey, honey!" Jessica smiled sweetly, waving gaily in Christina's direction before returning her smile to me. "Well, then! Did you get your pull-ups like I told you, honey? Are you sure they're the right size?" Her merry voice, loud and deliberately pitched to carry to Christina's ears, was enough to turn my knees to jelly. "Let me see... yes, good! Aww, you did great, honey! Now why don't we head back home?"

Mortified as I was, I could only blush and wordlessly follow my girlfriend out the door and away from the scene of my humiliation. But as I trudged home, hand in hand with my giggling girlfriend and toting my embarrassing purchases, in my mind I could still see that final moment, that final backward glance I'd taken. And front and center was Christina, her neatly manicured hand over her smiling mouth, stifling what could only be a spasm of uncontrollable mirth at my expense.

I had to hand it to her. Jessica really did know how to punish a disobedient little boy.