Accused of shoplifting (M/F story)

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 spanking over his lap! Natalie couldn't believe it! She tried to stand up, but he easily held her down.

 

"Lie still and be a good girl, and this will be easier for you – you will get a lot of extras if you resist. A good spanking over my lap, and you won't have to face the police, little girl."

"Stop!" she howled, and noticed to her horror that she already had tears in her eyes. "I don't want to be spanked!"

He sighed, but continued to spank her. "It is too late to change your mind, little miss."

"But I didn't agree to anything!" she protested, but it was futile.

He struck her firmly and mercilessly. His hand moved from cheek to cheek, covering her entire bottom, and no matter how much she squirmed, she couldn't get away. Her butt was burning, and tears were rolling down her cheeks. "Are you sorry for stealing?" he said after a while, still thrashing her soundly.

"But I didn't steal!" she sobbed insistently. "Someone else must have placed it in my back pocket!"

Finally, he stopped spanking her. For a brief moment, she thought he'd believed her, and that her punishment was over – but then he started to lower her thong. "Not only are you a thief, but a liar as well? Looks like a bare-bottom spanking is needed."

"No! Don't pull my panties down," she squealed, trying once again to wriggle free. Her thong offered no protection whatsoever against his hard smacks, but it covered her crotch and saved the last remains of her dignity – and now, she had nothing.

His hand rose and fell, and her bottom was flattened by the firm spanks. She kicked her legs and screamed for mercy, while the tears dripped down on the floor below her. It felt like she'd been over his lap for a week, and her bottom burned as if he'd used a welding torch on it. She'd kicked off both her trousers and her thong, but hadn't even noticed. "Do you promise to be a good girl?" he said after a while.

Natalie suspected that she had a chance to stop the brutal punishment, and grabbed it with both hands. "Yes! I promise," she begged, nodding her head insistently. "I will never steal again!"

He chuckled. "Good to hear." He gave her another twenty hard smacks before finally ending the spanking. He then lifted her up, placing her in a corner. "Hands at your side, nose to the wall. If you look away, say anything, or try to rub your butt, I'm placing you back over my lap and doing it all over again. Is that clear?"

She nodded meekly. Her bottom was burning and the tears were still trickling down her face, but she obediently held her hands at her sides. The last thing she wanted was another trip over his lap.

The man sat down at the desk again. She assumed that he was staring at her naked butt, but had no intention of turning around to check.

Over time, her tears stopped, and she was just sniffling sadly. Finally, she was allowed to leave the corner. He'd placed a tube of lotion on the desk, and was patting his lap. "Your butt looks very sore. Come lie down here, and I'll comfort you."

Natalie assumed that he was only doing this to get another chance to fondle her backside, but the lotion looked very soothing, so she accepted his offer. She leaned over his lap, and he spread the cold cream over her sore rear. She moaned quietly as he started to spread it. It felt incredibly good, but the fact that he kept squeezing and pinching as he rubbed her butt seemed to prove her theory about his intentions. In addition, something hard in his trousers was pushing against her belly, and she guessed that it wasn't a flashlight.

When he'd finished, he helped her to her feet and handed her the trousers she'd kicked off. "Time to get dressed," he told her. "You can leave now."

She looked around. "Where are my panties?"

"I couldn't find them," he said, shrugging.

That sounded strange. "In a small, unfurnished room like this?"

"Are you suggesting that I'm lying, little miss?" he said, raising an eyebrow. His voice revealed how he felt about accusations like that.

She quickly shook her head. "No, no, of course not!" she insisted. "They must have disappeared." She had no doubt that he would spank her again if she contradicted him.

 

Once she'd pulled her trousers back on, hissing as the rough fabric touched her sensitive seat, he unlocked the door, and Natalie left. Her classmates were standing nearby, staring at her. "Wow!" Mary said, her eyes wide. "He actually spanked you! I didn't think stuff like that happened anymore. And with your panties down!"

"And the howls you made," Beatrice sneered. "What a cry-baby."

Natalie blushed. They'd heard everything! She'd hoped that the walls were too thick, but apparently, they weren't.

They others surrounded her. They wanted to hear what had happened, and learn what she'd done to deserve it, and see how red her butt was. Natalie wondered which of them had placed the necklace in her pocket. Beatrice, maybe? Beatrice and Natalie had never really got along, and it would be typical of her. She'd played quite a few cruel pranks in the time Natalie had known her - though this had to be the cruelest yet. Yes, it had to be Beatrice, she decided. But Natalie would have her revenge…


In the back room, Tom the security guard laughed as he watched the screen. If the girls were so curious, he was quite willing to invite them back here and satisfy their curiosity about spanking. Couldn't hurt to ask, could it? And if they declined, he could use the button under his desk that set off the alarm, and then place something in their pocket while frisking them, the way he'd done with Natalie – and so many others before her.

He opened the filing cabinet and placed Natalie's thong with the other underwear he'd collected over the last few years. There were also some hard-drives here – there was a hidden camera in the back room as well, and Tom liked to gather some buddies in his living room to enjoy the recordings over a six-pack of cold beers. They would appreciate Natalie, who had such a delightful derriere.

Tom looked at the camera feed again, grinning. The college girls had left, but there was now a cute, scantily clad blonde in the store. She was a little older than Natalie and the girls, but young enough, and with a very nice rear end in tight shorts. She was approaching the exit, and Tom placed his hand on the alarm button, smiling sadistically.