The Store Detective Part II

 Let's find out what punishment Dick has in store for our naughty Miss.  You can read first part here.

......He asked me my name and address which I gave him, but didn't write it down, just between us he said. ''We can deal with this matter in private and it needn't go beyond the two of us but that doesn't mean you can go unpunished. You've been a silly girl and you should know it and feel it deeply, so much so that you'll never ever be so silly again, I don't think a criminal record would be appropriate. Instead, I'm prepared to spank you, today right here and now and again each weekend for however many times you've 'loaned' outfits from this store.''

Oh god, my knees were trembly, spank me, did I hear correctly, spank me. I was still sniffling into his shoulder, he gently lifted my head up and "I'll have to have the suit back, miss, if we're going to sort this out amicably,'' he said. Amicably for who, I almost sobbed again but thought better of it, I mean he was doing me a favour, wasn't he, christ I should be grovelling apologies and thanking him for his kindness not standing there snivelling like a baby, I'd got myself into this mess after all. I unbuttoned my coat and dumped it on the desk, then self consciously took off the illicit jacket and skirt and stood there in my bra, panties, stocking and suspenders. Dick took the store's property to the other side of the desk and laid it over the back of the second chair. I smiled awkwardly when he looked at me, I made a move to retrieve my coat but he said that won't be necessary, miss, and strode back to the chair he'd been using.''We have some business to attend to and you won't be needing that fine coat.

Come here.'' He extended his right hand beckoning me. My stomach was full of butterflies, time was suspended, was this how a spanking started I couldn't remember ever being spanked at home, I'd had my skirt raised and thighs slapped at school but that was about it, I was such a bundle of nerves I thought I might wet myself. I went forward and took his hand, I needed his help, he pulled me right up against his side then shuffled forward on his chair and told me to lower myself across both his thighs. He patted them as if to reassure me they were solid and as I went down he kept onto my left hand to steady me, until I'd got so far that I needed both hands in front, first grabbing his thigh and then, as my weight settled, dropping to the floor. He told me to kick my shoes off, my tip toes just touched the carpet and I could feel his body hot underneath me, I felt the muscles in his thighs adjust as his torso stretched up and I knew, all in a split seconds, that he was raising his right arm, I knew in this tiny space of time exactly what was happening, I wondered if I'd been spanked in some previous life. And then his arm came down and I even knew that was about to happen because I felt his stomach muscles tense and his weight shift slightly forward. And then the pain.

The pain and a very loud meaty splat followed and I exhaled a great breath which I'd been holding as I'd held myself tense. It wasn't so bad was the first thing that occurred to me, but then it repeated, much faster than I could have imagined and sooner than I could tense. Then again and again and again and my own thighs were working as hard as his, me to try and dissipate the pain and readjust my position and him struggling to keep me in place while he gave me what for. It got bad, very bad and I made a lot of noise. He took a decisive hold on the small of my back eventually, let the weight of his left shoulder bear down on me to show me who was boss, I couldn't struggle so much in fact it was as much as I could do to catch my breath in between great heaving sobs as he spanked my bottom until I think it was numb because it stopped hurting at some point even though I still blubbered, then soon after I realised there were no individual pains to match the sounds of flesh on flesh, even though the slaps kept coming there was just a constant fire, I stopped wriggling because there wasn't anything to wriggle from, I was beaten, literally, then soon after I stopped struggling the slapping sounds stopped. The pain remained, in fact it intensified, and I lay still. I'd been spanked. I cried, softly now. He let me lay there a while then told me you can get up now, miss, he called me miss, even though he knew my name.

I got up and immediately felt the tightness in my bottom as well as the ache from being in an unaccustomed position for perhaps ten minutes. My legs were weak, they didn't want to support me, he saw me falter and stood to help me rest against the table. He said he'd fetch me a cup of water and left the room, returning with a plastic cup of tap water and some paper towels, for my tears and my makeup he said. I was still in my underwear but I wasn't embarrassed, I'd been a silly foolish girl and I'd been dealt with, I was crying in front of a man who'd half an hour ago had been a complete stranger, who'd just spanked my bottom so hard I was in tears and I didn't feel the remotest animosity towards him, in fact if he'd hugged me I'd have melted. He hadn't done anything improper, tried to touch me or anything, it all just felt as if it was for my own good and now it was over.

But it wasn't over. After I'd straightened my face and put on my coat, Dick made me promise to add up all the times I'd borrowed stuff from the store and tell him next weekend how many in all and that would be the number of weekends I'd report back to him to get spanked. I promised to do it and he let me go but even as I was walking out of the store I was thinking I had no intention whatsoever of setting foot in that place again. Lesson learned, close call and all that, and actually what an experience! Maybe one day I'd giggle about it over a few drinks with a girlfriend. Then on the other hand he had been decent, and I had promised.........but christ my backside finally made my mind up for me when I sat on the bus and immediately got up again with a wince and a few funny looks from other passengers. No, no way was I going back, sorry Dick I'm welching on our arrangement.

Then the following day I got home from work and there was a small jiffy lite amongst the junk mail, I opened it and it was a DVD with just a card from the department store. I hadn't ordered a DVD so I played it. It showed a girl in underwear making rather a fuss as she received a good spanking from a stern looking man in a suit. Shit. Later that evening I sat down and worked out how many times I'd availed myself of the store's 'loan service', it looked like I'd be spending the next fourteen weekends there. I didn't know whether to cry, perhaps I'd save it till the weekend.

Stay safe.

Have a good week.