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.
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.
