In most of my stories, either the spankings are deserved, or the spankee wants them (or both). A spankee of my acquaintance wanted me to write a story where an innocent girl is humiliated and spanked. A bit of warning: this story is darker than the others I've written, and there is no retribution.
Natalie and some of her classmates from the college went to the mall after class one Friday afternoon. They were at a clothes store, where Natalie admired a skirt that she could almost afford, and she was now planning to find a café. As she moved through the alarm gates at the store's exit, the alarm suddenly went off. She looked around in confusion – what had set it off?
A nearby door slammed open. Out stepped a tall, strong, broad-shouldered man in the uniform of a security guard – black trousers and a blue shirt with long sleeves. A man that was this tall and strong could seem scary even with a friendly smile on his face, but when he scowled aggressively, like right now, he was truly frightening. He glared at Natalie. "Hey! Trying to sneak away, are you? Little thief!"
Before Natalie could respond, he'd grabbed her shoulder and pushed her against the wall. "Let's see if we find the stolen goods, shall we?" The guard started to frisk her, but to her horror he began by placing his hands on her breasts.
"Hey! W-what are you doing?" she gasped. She tried to squirm away, but he held her in place. It was embarrassing enough that the alarm had gone off as she exited the store – probably a technical error, she assumed – and it wasn't entirely unreasonable for him to search her, but she could see no reason for him to grope her like this. The fact that he was doing it in public made it even worse.
"Bad little girls like you almost always place the loot in your bra, because you think we won't dare to search there. But that's where you're wrong!" he responded with a sadistic grin. He continued to paw at her chest, and she didn't dare protest.
He then placed both hands on her bottom and squeezed. "Nothing in the bra, but let's see if you have anything in your back pockets." She shrank and wished she could disappear – it was so humiliating to be fondled in this manner – but she didn't have the courage to speak up to the large, aggressive man. She looked around for help and could see several of the girls from class standing nearby and staring at her. Some gave her looks of sympathy, some stared in disbelief, and some were openly giggling, but none seemed to be willing to come to her rescue.
After he'd groped her bottom for a while, a triumphant expression suddenly appeared on his face. He stuck his hand into one of the pockets, and when he pulled it out, he was holding a small pearl necklace. "What do you say to this?" he said, holding it up before Natalie.
She stared at the necklace as if she'd never seen it before – which was completely true. "T-that's not mine!" she exclaimed.
He raised an eyebrow. "So you admit to stealing it? A confession already!"
She shook her head frantically. "No, that's not what I meant! I –"
But before she could say another word, he grabbed her ear and dragged her into the back room. She howled in pain and tried to wriggle free, but that only made it hurt more, so she followed him as quickly as she could. When they were in the back room, he locked the door behind them and placed the key in a pocket. He finally let go of her, and she whimpered as she rubbed her sore ear.
She looked around in the small room. It contained a low desk with a PC and some sheets of paper on it, two chairs, and a small filing cabinet; that was all. "Sit down," he commanded, nodding to one of the chairs, and then sat down in the other and began to fill out a form.
Natalie shivered as she sat down. The room was cold, but that was not the only reason she was trembling – she was locked in a small room with a large, scary man that had already groped her, and that apparently thought she was a thief. "Excuse me?" she said quietly. He looked up. "W-what is going to happen now?"
"Give me your ID," he told her. Not daring to refuse, she handed over her wallet. He glanced at her driver's license. "Natalie. Nineteen years old." He nodded to himself as he handed it back. "Old enough that we're going to call the police – they'll probably pick you up quite soon and take you down to the station. However, you're still young enough that we'll call your parents as well. Something has obviously failed in your upbringing, but hopefully, they can convince you not to steal in the future."
Her eyes widened. A trip to the police station sounded scary and was probably bad enough, but to call her parents? She knew that they would never believe her when she told them that she hadn't stolen anything, if a security guard said she had. "No! You can't!"
He raised an eyebrow. "What did you just say? Do you think you're in a position to tell me what I can and can't do, little miss?" There was something in his voice that made shivers run down her back.
She paled. "Sorry," she said immediately. "I didn't mean it like that! I'm sorry." She sniffled and made her eyes as large and tearful as she could, and leaned over the desk in a way that she knew would accentuate her breasts – she already knew he was interested in them, and hopefully, she could awaken some sympathy in the stern man. "Isn't there any other way? I don't want to be picked up by the police, or for you to call my parents!"
He looked at her for a long time, before placing his pen down. "I actually have another solution – one that ensures that you won't get a record. Are you interested in hearing more?"
She sighed in relief, and nodded eagerly. She was a little worried about what he had in mind, but hoped that it was nothing more than some more inappropriate fondling.
He pushed his chair away from the desk and crooked his finger in her direction. "Come here," he commanded. She rose to her feet and obeyed.
When she came close enough, he suddenly grabbed her trousers and dragged them down to her ankles, revealing her dark thong. Before she could react to this humiliation, he'd grabbed her and pulled her over his lap. She was lying over his thighs with her rear in the air and her face towards the floor, when he started to deliver firm slaps to her large, soft bottom.
"What are you doing?" she gasped when she finally overcame the shock.
"What naughty girls like you need most of all in the world, is a good spanking," he said calmly as he continued to spank her. His hard hand smacked down on her delicate cheeks, and she squirmed and whimpered. "If you'd received some more of this growing up, you wouldn't be a thief today."
A nearby door slammed open. Out stepped a tall, strong, broad-shouldered man in the uniform of a security guard – black trousers and a blue shirt with long sleeves. A man that was this tall and strong could seem scary even with a friendly smile on his face, but when he scowled aggressively, like right now, he was truly frightening. He glared at Natalie. "Hey! Trying to sneak away, are you? Little thief!"
Before Natalie could respond, he'd grabbed her shoulder and pushed her against the wall. "Let's see if we find the stolen goods, shall we?" The guard started to frisk her, but to her horror he began by placing his hands on her breasts.
"Hey! W-what are you doing?" she gasped. She tried to squirm away, but he held her in place. It was embarrassing enough that the alarm had gone off as she exited the store – probably a technical error, she assumed – and it wasn't entirely unreasonable for him to search her, but she could see no reason for him to grope her like this. The fact that he was doing it in public made it even worse.
"Bad little girls like you almost always place the loot in your bra, because you think we won't dare to search there. But that's where you're wrong!" he responded with a sadistic grin. He continued to paw at her chest, and she didn't dare protest.
He then placed both hands on her bottom and squeezed. "Nothing in the bra, but let's see if you have anything in your back pockets." She shrank and wished she could disappear – it was so humiliating to be fondled in this manner – but she didn't have the courage to speak up to the large, aggressive man. She looked around for help and could see several of the girls from class standing nearby and staring at her. Some gave her looks of sympathy, some stared in disbelief, and some were openly giggling, but none seemed to be willing to come to her rescue.
After he'd groped her bottom for a while, a triumphant expression suddenly appeared on his face. He stuck his hand into one of the pockets, and when he pulled it out, he was holding a small pearl necklace. "What do you say to this?" he said, holding it up before Natalie.
She stared at the necklace as if she'd never seen it before – which was completely true. "T-that's not mine!" she exclaimed.
He raised an eyebrow. "So you admit to stealing it? A confession already!"
She shook her head frantically. "No, that's not what I meant! I –"
But before she could say another word, he grabbed her ear and dragged her into the back room. She howled in pain and tried to wriggle free, but that only made it hurt more, so she followed him as quickly as she could. When they were in the back room, he locked the door behind them and placed the key in a pocket. He finally let go of her, and she whimpered as she rubbed her sore ear.
She looked around in the small room. It contained a low desk with a PC and some sheets of paper on it, two chairs, and a small filing cabinet; that was all. "Sit down," he commanded, nodding to one of the chairs, and then sat down in the other and began to fill out a form.
Natalie shivered as she sat down. The room was cold, but that was not the only reason she was trembling – she was locked in a small room with a large, scary man that had already groped her, and that apparently thought she was a thief. "Excuse me?" she said quietly. He looked up. "W-what is going to happen now?"
"Give me your ID," he told her. Not daring to refuse, she handed over her wallet. He glanced at her driver's license. "Natalie. Nineteen years old." He nodded to himself as he handed it back. "Old enough that we're going to call the police – they'll probably pick you up quite soon and take you down to the station. However, you're still young enough that we'll call your parents as well. Something has obviously failed in your upbringing, but hopefully, they can convince you not to steal in the future."
Her eyes widened. A trip to the police station sounded scary and was probably bad enough, but to call her parents? She knew that they would never believe her when she told them that she hadn't stolen anything, if a security guard said she had. "No! You can't!"
He raised an eyebrow. "What did you just say? Do you think you're in a position to tell me what I can and can't do, little miss?" There was something in his voice that made shivers run down her back.
She paled. "Sorry," she said immediately. "I didn't mean it like that! I'm sorry." She sniffled and made her eyes as large and tearful as she could, and leaned over the desk in a way that she knew would accentuate her breasts – she already knew he was interested in them, and hopefully, she could awaken some sympathy in the stern man. "Isn't there any other way? I don't want to be picked up by the police, or for you to call my parents!"
He looked at her for a long time, before placing his pen down. "I actually have another solution – one that ensures that you won't get a record. Are you interested in hearing more?"
She sighed in relief, and nodded eagerly. She was a little worried about what he had in mind, but hoped that it was nothing more than some more inappropriate fondling.
He pushed his chair away from the desk and crooked his finger in her direction. "Come here," he commanded. She rose to her feet and obeyed.
When she came close enough, he suddenly grabbed her trousers and dragged them down to her ankles, revealing her dark thong. Before she could react to this humiliation, he'd grabbed her and pulled her over his lap. She was lying over his thighs with her rear in the air and her face towards the floor, when he started to deliver firm slaps to her large, soft bottom.
"What are you doing?" she gasped when she finally overcame the shock.
"What naughty girls like you need most of all in the world, is a good spanking," he said calmly as he continued to spank her. His hard hand smacked down on her delicate cheeks, and she squirmed and whimpered. "If you'd received some more of this growing up, you wouldn't be a thief today."
