Consequences of shoplifting (M/fF story)

The finished story.

 

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 when I entered. "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 couple.

"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 money, 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 introduced 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 suggestion. "Hm. If I thought that 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!"
I glanced at the officer, who blushed slightly and seemed shocked by the idea. She cleared her throat. "It's HIGHLY unorthodox, but as long as the young lady consents, and the Brockhams agree not to press charges…"

Mrs Brockham folded her arms in front of her chest. "My husband and I would have to watch the spanking, to make sure she's been properly punished," she said sternly. He nodded.

"I need to be there as well," the officer stated quickly. "To make sure nothing improper occurs."

"What do you say, Breanna?" I asked the teary-eyed girl.

"A trip to the police station, or a spanking over the knee of my best friend's brother while a crowd of people watch." She pouted, considering her options, before finally unclasping her hands from my neck. "I'll take the spanking, please," she whispered mournfully.

Mr Brockham locked the door to make sure nobody interrupted what was about to happen. Mrs Brockham led the way to the back of the store, where there was a small breakroom with a handful of chairs. I placed one of them at the back of the room, where the others would be able to see what was going on. Sitting down, I told Breanna to stand in front of me. She bit her lower lip, looking nervously down at me.

"Are you ready for your spanking, Breanna?" I said. She nodded gloomily, and I patted my thigh. "Then bend over my knee."

I guided her over my lap, her hands and feet on the floor and her bottom raised. She'd never seemed more vulnerable or fragile than she did in that moment. I placed my hand on the seat of her skirt, feeling her tremble under my palm. I then raised my hand and started to spank her.

The first few smacks were gentle and hesitant – I'd never spanked anyone before, and while I knew the basic gist, the execution turned out to be trickier. Breanna whimpered, but more from embarrassment and shock than pain. I lifted my hand higher, delivering a few harder slaps that rang out in the little room. This had more of an effect; Breanna let out a surprised squeal, squirming a little over my lap, but she quickly calmed down. I continued to spank her, slapping my palm down on her quivering rear end.

I glanced up – three pairs of eyes were staring at us, watching my every move. The two storeowners were openly gleeful about seeing the thief being disciplined, but while Officer Kaye had a more serious expression on her face, there was a strange light in her eyes that suggested she secretly enjoyed it as well. I decided to ignore our audience, focusing on the task at hand.

"She can't feel anything over that thick skirt," Mrs Brockham commented. Her husband grumbled his assent. I looked over at them, and then moved my gaze to Officer Kaye, who nodded. Sighing, I grabbed the hem of her skirt. I felt Breanna tense over my lap, clearly embarrassed, but she didn't protest as I raised the skirt to reveal a pair of white cotton panties.

As I continued to spank her, I immediately noticed the difference. A much crisper smack was produced whenever my hand struck the softer target, and Breanna started to yelp every time my hand landed, wriggling unhappily over my lap.

My hand continued to move from cheek to cheek, slamming down on her delicate derriere. Breanna had begun to kick her legs, and our audience was leaning forward in their seats, clearly enjoying the show. "Ouch! This hurts," Breanna squealed. "Isn't it enough soon?" 

"Her bottom's barely pink," Mrs Brockham huffed.

"I can't tell with those big knickers in the way," her husband replied. "You should take them down, sonny."

Before I could respond to this outrageous suggestion, Breanna circled my leg with both arms, holding on for dear life. "No! Please, Eric! You can't do that! I'd die! Please, please, please!"

"Her panties stay up," I told them, my tone of voice letting them know it was not up for debate.

Mr Brockham huffed. "It's just not a proper spanking unless her bottom –"

"You could pull them UP instead," Officer Kaye suggested. "Give her a wedgie. This will let you see the colour of her cheeks, while protecting her modesty."

I glanced at her, surprised at this suggestion by an officer of the law. Slowly, Breanna released my leg. "Go ahead," she whispered. "If it helps me avoid being arrested…"

I reached forward and grabbed her panties. Breanna whimpered as I pulled them up into her crack, revealing a pair of pink buttocks. There were traces of my handprints all over them. It was slightly unreal knowing that I'd actually done that to my sister's best friend.

"Doesn't look like she's taken any damage," Officer Kaye commented. "Continue when you're ready."

I resumed the punishment, spanking Breanna soundly. As the hard slaps rained down on her unprotected buttocks, she squealed and squirmed. Before long, tears were rolling down her cheeks again, and she was promising to never, ever steal again. Breanna had never been a stoic person.

As she let out an agonized howl, I glanced over at Mr Brockham, wondering if it was enough. He caught my look and nodded. "I'd say that's one well-spanked young lady who'll think twice before stealing in my store."

I ended the spanking, rubbing her bottom gently as I whispered soothingly. "Shh. It's over, Breanna. Your spanking is over." I helped her up, and she immediately leaned close to me for another hug. Soon, she was sitting on my lap while I comforted her.

"Well done, sonny," Mrs Brockham told me as she stepped forward to shake my hand. "Didn't think you had it in you, to be honest." Her husband expressed his approval as well.

"Should we go into the store? I think the young people would like to be alone," the wife said, and her husband and the police officer followed her out of the room. I rubbed Breanna's back gently, drying her tears while continuing to whisper soothingly.

I think it took about  fifteen minutes before we returned to the store. Breanna had calmed down, but it was still obvious she'd been crying. I paid for the bottle that was broken and prepared to walk Breanna home.

"Actually, I should drive the two of you," the police officer told us. "I think the young lady would like some privacy." Breanna accepted her offer and told Officer Kaye her address.

"Thanks, but that's not necessary," I told her. "I don't live too far from here and was out walking anyway."

"Nonsense. It's no trouble, and besides, you want to make sure Breanna comes home safely, don't you?" the officer argued. Presented like that, I saw no reason to decline, so I gave her my address.

I'd never ridden in the back of a police car before, and it was slightly unsettling. Breanna leaned her head against me, seeking comfort, and I hugged her. Before long, we pulled up in front of Breanna's house. Fortunately, her parents were out, so there where no awkward questions about why she was being driven home by the police – or why she was rubbing her bottom with a tear-stained face.

I offered to stay with Breanna, but she declined, giving me a hug and thanking me for being there. "I just want to slip into the tub with some music and a glass of… something that isn't wine," she said, rubbing her bottom ruefully.

I reflected on the strange day I'd had, with no idea that it was about to become even stranger.

The officer seemed oddly relieved when I exited the house, as if she'd been worried that I'd stay with Breanna. I couldn't imagine why. I was about to sit in the back seat, but she stopped me. "Sit up front," she told me. I complied.

She started the car, but I noticed that Officer Kaye was driving a lot slower now. After a short silence, she spoke up. "Do you think your girlfriend will be OK?"

"Breanna? It seemed like she's doing reasonably well. Shocked and miserable, of course, but…" I shrugged, not sure how to phrase it. "She'll survive. She's not my girlfriend, though. A friend of my sister," I added. Something to fill the silence.

She raised an eyebrow. "And what do you think your girlfriend will say when she hears you've been spanking your sister's friends?"

I frowned. Where were these questions coming from? Why was a police officer pressing me about my dating life? "I don't have a girlfriend."

Was it my imagination, or was that a smile on her lips?

After a few seconds, she spoke up again. "So, how did it make you feel?"

"What?" I asked.

"Putting her over your knee and spanking her." Now there was definitely a smile on her face. "Having that young lady under your palm and at your mercy. Did you enjoy it?"

I glared at her. "Of course not! She's a friend of mine, and I hurt her! She was embarrassed and in pain. Why would I enjoy that?" I leaned back in the seat, sighing. "I just know how scared she is of being in trouble like that, and under the circumstances, it was the lesser of two evils."

"Oh," she said, a hint of disappointment in her tone. "So, you don't think you'd enjoy spanking… someone else?"

I glared at her, growing tired of these pointless questions. "Why do you ask? Do you need a spanking as well?"

A squeak escaped her lips, and she blushed a fiery red. For a few seconds, she seemed unable to speak, her mouth gaping as a fish on land. I was about to apologize for my comment, when she whispered "…Yes."

"Excuse me?" I said, wondering if I'd heard what I thought I'd heard.

She swallowed. "Yes, I need a spanking," she told me quietly.

"Oh," I said. I tried to think of anything else to say, but nothing came to mind.

"To tell you the truth, I've enjoyed being spanked for… some time," she admitted quietly. "I can sometimes find someone to spank me, but actually GOOD spankers are rare." She sighed. "Hearing you offering to take her over your knee was quite a shock, and I couldn't help but blush. The way you took charge… The way you spanked her… My God, that aftercare…" She squirmed in her seat, as if picturing herself in Breanna's place. She glanced over at me. "I know that this is a lot to ask, and you can say 'No' if you want to, but…" Her voice fizzled out.

Looking at her, I considered what she asked of me. This tall, strong policewoman looked so lost and scared that I couldn't help feeling sorry for her. I raised an eyebrow, speaking in what I hoped was a stern tone. "Do you need a good, hard spanking, young lady?"

A relieved grin spread across her face. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you SO much."


She stopped the car outside a small, slightly isolated house. "Welcome to my home," she said with a grin as she opened the door. It was a nice-looking house, decently decorated, though somewhat cluttered. We took off our shoes, and she led the way into the living room. "So… would you like a cup of coffee or something?" She bit her lip. "Or… could we…" She seemed nervous – which was unsurprising. To tell the truth, I wasn't too sure of myself either. I was about to take a grown woman, a police officer, across my knee and spank her bottom. This was unfamiliar territory.

"I think we should get started," I told her, trying to sound firm and take charge. She smiled nervously. "Oh, and what's your name? Your first name?" In these circumstances, it would be odd to call her 'Officer Kaye'.

"It's Julie, sir," she said. It felt odd hearing that last word from her lips.

I folded my arms in front of my chest. "So, Julie. I've heard you've been a naughty girl."

She fluttered her eyelashes, chewing on her fingernail, somehow managing to look like a naughty schoolgirl. "I'm sorry, daddy. I didn't mean it."

I froze for a second – being called 'sir' by this older woman was strange, but being called 'daddy' was even weirder. Well, if that was what she wanted…

"Oh, you'll be sorry all right," I scolded. "You're getting a spanking!"

"Oh!" she gasped theatrically. "Please don't make me fetch the spanking chair!"

I raised an eyebrow. Of course she had a spanking chair. Why wouldn't she? "Go get it, young lady, or I'll make you regret it!"

Trying to hide her grin, she darted out of the room, returning a few seconds later with a straight-backed, armless wooden chair that she placed in the middle of the room. I sat down, and she immediately stood before me. It was hard for her to hide her eagerness, which was adorable.

"Over my knee," I commanded, and she bent over, placing her weight over my lap. Her toes and hands touched the floor, and her uniform trousers tightened nicely over a muscular rear end. I began to rub the seat of her trousers, and she purred.

"You have been very naughty, Julie, and it's time for a good, hard spanking," I said, and she grinned. I lifted my hand and started to spank her.

Having already delivered one spanking today, I now knew approximately what I was doing, so I started off with several hard slaps, moving from cheek to cheek. The loud smacks rang out in the quiet room, but there was no reaction from the woman over my lap. She was, unsurprisingly, far more used to it than Breanna was, and she was also older, tougher, and actually enjoying it.

I continued to spank her for several minutes, my hand slamming down on her tight rear end. She smiled, but not a sound escaped her lips. Eventually, I stopped. "Stand up."

"Oh?" she said quietly with a tone of disappointment, not moving. She probably thought it was over.

"I need to remove your trousers, and I can't do that while you're lying down," I explained.

In a flash, she was on her feet. Her eyes shone as I unbuckled her belt and slipped her trousers down to her knees. She was wearing a pair of black satin panties. I guided her back over my lap, caressing her panty-clad bottom. Her panties felt a lot nicer under my hand than her rough uniform trousers, but I decided that her bare bottom would feel even better, so I grabbed the waistband and pulled the panties up into a wedgie, like I'd done with Breanna.

"Oh! Daddy," she squealed, giggling. "I'm sorry for being so naughty!"

"Not as sorry as you're going to be," I scolded as I continued to spank her.

As I had expected, my hand had far more of an impact when falling on her unclothed cheeks. There was a more pleasant smacking sound, and it only took a few minutes of hard spanking before she began to gasp and moan. She shifted over my lap in discomfort.

I spanked harder and faster. My hand had begun to sting, but I didn't care – her backside would sting a lot more. As the minutes ticked away, she began to squirm, and every smack was accompanied by an adorable little yelp. Her bottom had begun to turn pink, and I thought I could see moisture in her eyes.

"Daddy," she whispered. "You should take my panties down."

I paused. I had a grown woman over my lap and was spanking her bottom, and she'd just asked me to take her panties down. This day had taken some unexpected turns. "You've been a very naughty girl, Julie," I said sternly, taking control of the situation. "You deserve a bare-bottom spanking."

"No, daddy! I'll be good," Julie gasped pitifully as I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties. She buried her face in her hands as I slowly peeled them down, revealing everything. To my utter lack of surprise, she was soaking wet.

"You won't sit down for a week," I scolded as I continued to spank her. She squirmed, moaning with pain and pleasure as my hard hand cracked down on her bare backside.

Eventually, the tears were streaming down her face, and she wriggled and squealed over my lap. She was promising to be good, but the smile on her face told me that she was still enjoying herself, so I continued. Her bottom would be bright red and throbbing before I stopped.

Finally, I decided that it was red enough, and that her pleas sounded sufficiently sincere. I stopped spanking, telling her that her punishment was over. I helped her up, and when she leaned against my chest, I embraced her.

"Thank you!" she whispered in my ear as she cried. "Thank you so much! You have no idea how much I needed that."

"Shh," I cooed. "It's OK. I'm here. You're safe now." I rocked her back and forth, drying her tears.

I think we sat like that for almost half an hour as she curled up in my lap, crying softly with a blissful grin on her face.

Eventually, she stood up. She smiled as she rubbed her sore bottom, then grimaced as she pulled her panties up, the fabric clinging a little too tightly for her comfort. She then gave me another  hug and a peck on the cheek. "Thank you, Eric. You have no idea how much I needed that."

"It was my pleasure," I told her, and was surprised to find it was the truth. I hadn't realized just how much I'd enjoyed it.

"I really want to go relax in the bathtub, but I can drive you home first, if you want." She glanced down at her uniform trousers and pouted. "Just give me a few minutes to cool down, please. Wearing those rough trousers right now… It's not going to be pleasant."

I grinned. "It's fine, I can walk," I assured her. "Go soak in the tub for a while."

She smiled. "You really are amazing. Do you know that? That spanking was…" She shook her head, lost for words, then suddenly looked nervous. "Did…. Would… Isn't…." She took a deep breath, starting again. "Could we… do this again sometime?"

I smiled encouragingly, giving her panty-clad backside a quick swat. "Any time you want to, Julie. Just let me know when you're starting to get too big for your britches, and I'll happily adjust your attitude."

She smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Eric. Thank you so much."