Unfinished story: Consequences of shoplifting (M/f story)

 Like last week, I have a story that's not quite finished yet, but still worth reading. I'll finish it in January.

I was out for a long evening walk, enjoying the cool air after a hot summer day, when I walked past a small corner store and heard raised voices and a woman who sounded close to tears. Curiosity overcame me, and I went inside to see what was going on.

The teenaged girl standing in the centre of the room stared at me. "Eric!" she shouted in relief. She rushed towards me and threw her arms around my neck, tears in her eyes.

"Breanna? What's wrong?" I said. Breanna was a slim girl of 18 with long, blonde hair and large, blue eyes.

A tall, balding, middle-aged man approached me, with a stout, red-headed woman of about the same age following two steps behind him. "You know this girl?" he asked me.

"Yes, I'm a friend of Breanna," I replied. It would be more correct to say she was my younger sister's best friend, but I figured they weren't too interested in the details. I glanced down at Breanna, but she'd buried her face in my shirt, sniffling. "What's wrong?" I said to the man.

"The little missy was shoplifting!" the woman responded. "She took two bottles of wine and hid them in her backpack when she thought we weren't looking – and dropped one of them when we caught her."

I glanced down at the whimpering girl. "Breanna, is this true?" She didn't answer at first, so I gently rubbed her back and repeated the question. She nodded, giving me a tearful gaze.

"I was at the pub with the girls, and when I left, I wanted a couple of bottles to take home." Her lower lip trembled. "I didn't have enough, so I thought…"

"You thought you'd steal them instead." I shook my head. "I expected better of you, Breanna:" I guess my tone was slightly harsher than I intended, for the tears immediately started flowing again, and she buried her face in my shirt again and sobbed.

"Hello! What's going on here, then?" A police officer entered the store. She was a dark-haired athletic woman who appeared to be in her late thirties, and introducing herself as Officer Kaye. The couple, who turned out to be the store owner and his wife, Mr and Mrs Brockham, explained the situation, while I continued to comfort the slightly intoxicated teenager.

The police officer placed a gentle, but firm, hand on Breanna's shoulder. "Right. Come with me, young lady," she said. When Breanna didn't respond, the officer tried to disentangle the teen's arms from around my neck, but it proved to be more difficult than we supposed. She held on for dear life, clinging to me like a babe to her mother.

"Please, Eric! Isn't there anything you can do?" Breanna whimpered. I knew how scared she was of getting into trouble, but while I was flattered at her belief in my abilities, I didn't see what could be done.

"Shame about seeing a young girl like that in court," the man grumbled. "Back in my day, a young lady who stole would have her butt spanked instead. Teach her not to steal again."

"I think I'd have preferred that," Breanna mumbled in my ear.

A solution to our little problem had suddenly presented itself to me. I looked at the man. "If I give Breanna a good spanking, do you agree not to press charges?"

Breanna gasped, staring up at me, but didn't release her grip. For a few seconds, no one spoke. The man raised an eyebrow, considering the proposal. "Hm. If I thought she'd been sufficiently punished… but I think I'd prefer to spank the little miss myself."

"No!" Breanna squealed. "Not you! I trust Eric!"

Unfinished story: Coworkers (M/F story)

Being very busy before Christmas, I did not have time to finish a story this week - nor will I have time in the week to come. However, I have two unfinished drafts, and I think what's here is worth reading, even if the story is not complete. I'll upload the second draft next week, and then work on finishing them - as well as the Sheila Page and Sylvia sequels I will upload in the coming weeks.

 

Alice had only worked with the company for a few weeks, so she was quite delighted when the other girls in her department invited her to join their monthly after-work drinks. Betty warned her that the chats could occasionally get a bit dirty, but Alice assured her that it wouldn't be a problem.

The four were sitting at a pub a stone's throw away from the office, and they were now nearing the end of their third glass. They'd discussed their favourite and least favourite managers, the best stores in the area, and where the most convenient place to park was, when Betty suddenly grinned, leaned forward, and whispered to the others. "Would you like to talk about something a little more… twisted?"

Diane frowned. "What did you have in mind?"

"What is the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" Betty asked, leaning back to watch their response.

The girls looked at each other, nodding. Diane looked at Betty. "Sure – but you go first."

Betty was a curvy brunette with long, straight hair, a dress that she somehow managed to look more expensive than it actually was, and a face full of makeup. She took a sip of her white wine, before telling them "I had a friend with benefits some years ago. Once, he asked me if I could wear a blindfold while we were having sex." She grinned. "And I said yes!"

Charlie gasped, blushing, and Diane raised her eyebrows in shock. Only Alice looked unimpressed.

"It was so exciting!" Diane continued. "Not being able to see what he was doing. I heartily recommend it." She turned to Charlie. "Your turn."

Charlie was a shy, lanky girl in a frumpy sweater and a long skirt who wore her red hair in pigtails. She paused, thinking of how to respond, then blushed as a memory resurfaced. "I once went an entire day without panties on – while wearing a skirt!" She hurriedly lifted her cider and had a small sip, to calm herself.

"Was it a workday?" Betty asked. "Did you go to the office?" When Charlie nodded, Betty's grin became even wider. "You dirty girl!" Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Alice roll her eyes.

Diane placed her IPA down on the table. She was a tall, athletic blonde wearing a t-shirt and jeans. "I once asked my ex-boyfriend to pull my hair while we were in bed." She touched her short-cropped hair. "Obviously, that was while we were still dating, and before I cut my hair."

Alice snorted, and Diane gave her an annoyed look. Alice giggled as she glanced around the table. "This is what you girls think kinky is?" In her hand was some sort of mixed drink, and it seemed her petite body was not as used to alcohol as the others. Or maybe she just had a lot more of it; in either case, she was well past tipsy, which played a part in what was about to happen; she probably wouldn't have shared her experience with three women she barely knew if she was more sober. She had another sip and grinned at them. "Let me tell you about last Friday…"

"This ought to be good," Diane commented drily, but Betty shushed her.

"I've been seeing this guy for about a year now. Stern chap, into discipline," Alice said, putting the glass to her lips again. "I was at his flat last Friday, for one of our regular sessions. As usual, he took me into the living room and pulled my jeans and panties down to my knees. I had to stand in front of him with my hands on my head while he scolded me for forgetting to do my laundry and not cleaning up after myself – little things like that." The others stared wide-eyed at her, and she smiled.

"Standing there on display, naked from the waist down, while he lectured me… it felt like hours, but it probably wasn't more than ten or fifteen minutes. Then, he patted his lap and ordered me over his knee. He pushed me forward until he was happy with my position and then began to spank me." She grinned at the three speechless ladies watching her, mouths open as if they were hoping to catch flies. "He started off quite slowly and gently, but it became harder and faster, and soon, I was squirming over his lap, moaning. But he kept on spanking, his hand slamming down like a paddle, and was bucking and bouncing over his lap with tears rolling down my face. I can't tell you how much I was squealing and yelping! I promised to be good, but he ignored my pleas."

Sheriff Graham's new secretary (M/F story)

A prequel to Sheriff.

 

"You wanted to see me, sheriff?" Claire said, poking her head into her boss' office.

"Ah. Yes, I need to talk to you. Come in," Graham responded gruffly. He was a tall, dark-haired middle-aged man who had begun to grow slightly wider as he aged, but there was still a hint of steel both in his body and his gaze.

Claire entered, sitting down on the chair in front of the sheriff's desk. Claire was a short, curvy woman with an infectious grin, and she beamed at her employer, who did not return the smile.

He picked up a piece of paper from his desk. "Now, you've been working here for a month now. How do you think it's going?"

"Great! It's a good job," she said, still smiling. "A lot to do, but I manage to stay on top of things."

"Hm. Yes, I must admit that you do good work – when you show up, that is."

Her smile faded a little. "What do you mean?"

"After one month, there's been three days you were NOT late. THREE." He scowled. "You're usually fifteen minutes late, and at least once, it was more than an hour. I know my deputy has talked to you about this, but it doesn't seem to have helped. We need you to be here in the mornings – you can't just show up when you feel like it."

She pouted, fidgeting slightly. "I'll do better, I promise!"

"Yes, you told Steven that as well. I'm afraid that pretty words aren't enough anymore. I could dock your pay…"

"Oh, please don't!" she begged, her eyes widening in panic.

"…Or I can find an alternative solution." The prospect might have seemed promising, but there was something about his stern voice that made a shiver run down her back. "Tell me, what would your father have done if you were late when you were working at the farm?"

"Well, he certainly wouldn't have been happy!" she exclaimed. She did not feel like volunteering any further details.

"But what would he have done?" he pressed. She blushed, reluctant to answer the question, so he answered it for her. "He would have taken those jeans down and paddled your butt, wouldn't he?"

She blushed even more, squirming in her chair. She didn't want to admit the embarrassing truth, but she didn't think lying to her employer would be a good idea either. "Well… I guess that… No, I'm not…"

"Because back when I dated your sister, all those years ago, she always made sure that she was back home before her curfew – and told me what would happen to her if she was late." He raised an eyebrow. "Your father doesn't seem like the type of man who would treat his daughters differently in that regard."

She stared at him – she hadn't known that Jessie had shared that piece of information about their upbringing with her boyfriend. Claire had never admitted it to any of the boys SHE'D dated. She stared at the floor, sighing. "Yes," she admitted in a whisper. "Yes, he'd have paddled me."

"Oh? Now, as I said, I can dock your pay, OR…" He opened a drawer, placing a small, thick paddle on his desk.

Sequels

Two months ago, I asked people to nominate stories they wanted to see sequels to. I received three suggestions: the Sylvia stories (where a young man spanks his ex-girlfriend's mother), the Sheila Page stories (where a teenager spanks her friends and their older relatives), and Sheriff (where a small-town sheriff paddles a young woman who was speeding; someone wanted a prequel).

I had originally planned to create a poll to see which one people wanted to see the most, but I was already thinking of sequels to the first two before I asked for nominations, so I'll be writing all three. I'm hoping to get all three out before the end of the year, but I'll have to see how busy the Christmas season is. The Sheriff story will be uploaded in a few minutes.