The security guard (M/F story)

Mary trembled a little as she entered what the employees at the shop referred to as the "Torture Chamber." It was large, sparsely decorated, and supposedly completely soundproof. This was the domain of Neill, the large, strict-looking security guard. Whenever they got a shoplifter, Neill would take them into the Torture Chamber and glare at them. Eventually, he would tell them that, since it was their first offence, he had decided to let them go. The unspoken threat had ensured that they had very few re-offenders. Last week, a seventeen-year-old girl had wet herself in fear when he glared at her.

Of course, any re-offenders were just handed over to the police. Neill didn't even have the right to directly threaten anyone, much less harm them, but the shoplifters didn't know that.

Mary wasn't a shoplifter, though. Mary was a shop assistant, Neill's lover, and partaker of more than a few strange games with him. She looked around the Torture Chamber. Neill had added a new piece of furniture to his collection; a desk with manacles attached to the sides, with a riding crop leaning against it. Most of the employees thought he just added things like this to scare the kids. Mary knew that he really did it for her.

"You're late," Neill said, smiling that sadistic smile he'd perfected years ago.

"Then punish me," she responded, smiling.

"Oh, I intend to, little girl." Though she was only a year or so younger than him, she was a foot and a half shorter, and she couldn't even guess how many pounds of muscle he had over her. He towered over her, making her feel small. And quite wet.

He brought her over to the desk, shoving her forward so that she was lying over it. Slowly, but firmly, he grabbed her left arm, and attached it to the left-side manacle, before doing the same with her right hand. Her feet were also locked in place. She tried to move, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't get loose. She was completely at his mercy. Just like he wanted.

Just like SHE wanted.

He raised her skirt and lowered her panties, admiring her pale, firm cheeks. He let his hands explore them, enjoying her low moan and the goose bumps forming on her skin. "You've been a bad girl, Mary. Do you want me to punish you?"

"Yes," she gasped.

"Say it."

She raised her head, so that he would hear her clearly. "I've been a very bad girl, sir. Please give me the punishment I deserve."

"I will," he replied, picking up the riding crop and swishing it through the air a few times. Suddenly, he brought it smacking down on Mary's unprotected posterior, and she gasped, taken aback by the unexpected blow, which was soon followed by a few expected ones.

"Your arse is turning a nice pink, girl. A lovely sight. Perhaps I should take a picture, and hang it up near the front of the shop. After all, a sight like this should be shared."

"Please don't, sir," Mary whimpered. She knew he was just teasing her, but the thought of her colleagues learning about this was intimidating. And, she had to admit, more than a little bit exciting.

He kept on smacking her, moving from cheek to cheek, delivering swift, but not really hard blows to her rear end. One minute, he was concentrating on her sit spots, the next, he was pulling her cheeks apart to get to the protected flesh between them, ensuring that even WALKING would be painful for her.

The unrelenting assault upon her behind was having an effect on Mary, and she tried to kick her legs, which was of course impossible. She couldn't move, the only thing she could do was cry and plead, and she did both.

When he was satisfied that her bottom had turned deeply red, he stopped. "Ready for your corner time, little girl?"

"Yes, sir," she said through her tears.

After undoing the manacles, he lifted her up, carried her to a corner and placed her on the floor.

"Kneel," he instructed. "Face the wall, with your hands on your head and your nose in the corner. "

"I can't believe you're making me do my corner time on the floor," she said. "I'd call you a big meanie if I wasn't so sure I'd get another spanking!"

"I wouldn't just spank you," he told her calmly.

"Oh?" she said, intrigued.

"I'd paddle your backside until you couldn't sit for a week, then bend you over the desk and screw you until you couldn't sit for TWO."

There was a long pause as she considered the threat she had just been given. She looked up at the security guard standing next to her, and lifted her head.  "You big meanie."