Store Detective II

If you missed first part scroll down to Friday's post.

......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.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

Picture from about spanking.

Discipline must be upheld

Cat kindly left a comment to my post on a spanking story from bygone times. She asked if Lady Barclay's husband ever found out what she'd been withholding from him? Well we don't really know how much her husband knew, the story doesn't make that clear, but we do know what Lady Barclay got up to and it is understandable that she'd want to keep it quiet as much as possible. Her story is told below and I rather think she deserved the spanking she received whether or not her husband knew the full details:-

....after our wonderful ride through the estate we returned to the house for afternoon tea.

Penelope, Lady Barclay, told us that the Butler, Mr Stevens, had asked to see her regarding a matter of discipline and it was agreed he would come to the drawing room at 4pm to explain his problem. We were still taking tea when I heard footsteps followed by a knock on the door and Lady Barclay motioned us to stay as we were as she called for the visitor to enter, whereupon the door was opened by the tall elegant Mr Stevens accompanied by a younger man, whom I had seen recently around the estate but did not know his name, wearing riding breeches and boots. The younger man was told to wait and Mr Stevens came in, turned and quietly closed the tall door behind him. He approached Lady Barclay and she beckoned him to sit, which he did with a thank you my lady and a polite nod in acknowledgement of us.

Lady Barclay bade him divest himself of whatever matter was troubling him so much as to require an audience, not to mind our presence in the slightest but to speak plainly and she would give her earnest attention. Well the matter took but a short time to describe and it seemed that the young man standing outside the drawing room, Tobias by name and new to the household by only a few weeks, had taken the master's favourite stallion for a gallop as a dare from one of the other staff, an expressly forbidden action which called for an immediate corporal discipline which would certainly by now have been carried out had the master been at home. However he was not and when Mr Stevens had quite correctly, as Butler to the household, told Tobias he was to report to the servants' hall for a thrashing which would be administered by him, the boy had refused. Mr Stevens wanted the matter addressed as good discipline was central to the proper running of all large households and to challenge it was unheard of.

Lady Barclay understood immediately, thanked Mr Stevens for his diligence in bringing the matter so swiftly to her attention and told him to return to his duties, instructing the defiant Tobias to remain outside the door and await her call. To us she turned and told us with a smile that we were to have our afternoon tea somewhat enlivened by a little entertainment but we were to remove ourselves to the adjoining room, leaving the door ajar sufficiently to witness what was to follow. She then called for Tobias to enter the room, close the door behind him and approach her. He was handsome lad, I could see that now, proud and tall with thick black hair and a firm gaze, about twenty I would have said. Lady Barclay began by introducing herself as mistress of the household, although she had no doubt he had seen her about and knew who she was, they had not formally met during the few weeks he had been there. She told him Mr Stevens had outlined the occurrences of earlier that day and she was in no doubt that the young man deserved punishment for taking the master's stallion and, more particularly, for refusing discipline. There were no compromises, the household had run happily for generations on good discipline, service and respect, and there was no question of it being allowed to break down. Lady Barclay laid down the law and then told him he had a choice, it would be given once and once only. He could leave, collect his pay and belongings and be gone within 24 hours or he could accept the same authority which applied to all other members of staff and those before them, accept his punishment and remain and take his place in the household with pride and dignity.

There was no question Tobias wanted to stay in his position and he told Lady Barclay so. ''Very well, you will submit to whatever I decide to settle today's matter but, if at any time in the future you refuse discipline, you will leave and never return. Do you agree to these terms?" I saw him think for a few seconds but I knew he would agree, he would have been foolish not to.” I do wish to stay", he said in a surly manner.

Then Lady Barclay got up and walked to the window, standing at the heavy mahogany desk where her husband kept his papers. She turned to Tobias as she opened the top drawer and withdrew a long rattan cane with a curved handle. She sat against the edge of the desk and told Tobias she was going to teach him a lesson and that he was to address her as Ma'am. She then asked him if he had ever been caned before though by the look on his ashen face it was clear he had not. ''No.... Ma'am'' he said, which seemed to Lady Barclay's satisfaction as she nodded approvingly. Administering a virgin caning was quite an event, I could still remember my own, and especially with so handsome and defiant a young man to discipline. I have to say we girls were getting quite excited.

Penelope then summoned Tobias over to her and ordered him to bend across the desk, stretching to grip the far edge with both hands. His breeches, which were stretched taut across his well muscled bum, would be scant protection against what was to come. Lady Barclay positioned herself to the left of Tobias and without further ado raised her arm and brought the cane down several times in quick succession across both cheeks. "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!" her strokes rained down until the poor young man had received a dozen and his bum must have been stinging like the very devil. Penelope Barclay stood back contemplating her work, the last 3 lines of the cane still showing as indents against the seat of Tobias's breeches. ''Well boy,'' she said, ''how did your first flirtation with your mistress's cane suit you?'' Tobias went as if to get up but she bade him answer from his prostrate position.’ I didn't like it, Ma'am, it hurt,'' he replied his voice less steady than it had been. ''As it should, Sir'' said Lady Barclay, ''and now you will resume your grip and I shall give you your second twelve.''
The poor boy's face you should have seen it! He must have been horrified and we saw his muscles tense as he stiffened his resolve and gripped the desk obediently as Lady Barclay moved closer and administered a further dozen good stokes to the boy who this time cried aloud and writhed uselessly against the desk at each one. At the end she told him sharply to get up and turn around, as she moved back to her armchair and sat, resting the cane against the arm.

Tobias rose stiffly and turned slowly, looking down to avoid the eyes of the woman who had just brought him close to tears, but Lady Barclay would have none of it, she knew well enough the perfect time to press her advantage. She told the boy to look up and stand straight as a handsome young man should and asked him if he had ever had been with any of the girls. Tobias must have wondered if this was some prelude to another caning and he hesitated, but Lady Barclay pressed him and he answered yes. And had he been between their legs, she continued, to which Tobias nodded. Lady Barclay then told Tobias to get on the floor on all fours and approach her, she asked him if he had ever served a girl for her pleasure not just his own, but the confused look on Tobias's face was enough of an answer. She smiled and asked him if he had ever watched a cat licking cream and he told her he had as he stopped on all fours at her knee.

''Good'', said her ladyship as she lifted the folds of her gown, ''then you shall be the cat and you shall learn how to serve your mistress after a beating, and it will be a lesson you will thank her for in the years to come. Now bury your head under my silks, right into the warm wetness between my legs and show your mistress how grateful you are''. And for the next several minutes we watched fascinated, our hands between our legs, as the boy's head moved hesitantly at first under the layers of silk, his tight bum receiving the occasional whack to urge him on, and Penelope's moans growing louder as she moved lower in her seat and placed a hand on the ball which was Tobias's head, pushing him harder against her until her crescendo approached and she used both hands to hold his head firm as she rode his face to a resounding orgasm.

When she allowed the boy up he was dishevelled, flushing furiously, his face glistening from his mistress's spend, the bulge to the front of his breeches not escaping the eye of Lady Barclay. ''Now, Tobias, you have been punished and put in your place and made to serve your mistress most intimately too. This incident will remain between us but you may rest assured I shall deal with you no less severely if there are further occasions requiring my attention. You may go now.'' And he was dismissed without another word.

Truth be known Penelope had been acting beyond her authority, we had enjoyed ourselves considerably more than we should have, and we were all hoping it would not be long before we would be on the receiving end of some aristocratic discipline ourselves.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

Caroline's Caning

This is the final part of the Riding School story which I was going to schedule while we were away but decided not to.

It's rather long but hope you enjoy it.......

"So that's confirmed then, Miss Robbins, 8.00am a fortnight this Saturday and Mr van Eyck said he'll be looking forward to putting you through your paces."

I could hardly believe I was doing it, I hadn't told the girl this visit wasn't in connection with my job but the truth was my editor had lost interest, decided there wasn't anything juicy enough to justify my further paid time and expenses. This visit was private.

I asked her if I should wear any particular clothing but she just told me casually to bring my normal riding gear. I didn't like to tell her my normal riding gear was likely to consist of jeans and a t-shirt, I mean I hadn't ridden for years and even then I'd never kitted out properly. I thanked her and told her I'd be there. When I put the phone down I stomped the floor and scrunched my fists up, I'd done it! I was going back, I was excited as well as nervous at the prospect and for just over two weeks I think it played on my mind more than anything else.

When the day came I was up at 6.00am, showered, hair washed, Standing in front of the mirror my Pepe jeans on. Polo t shirt laid out on the bed which I thought was appropriate, sports bra which I knew might show my nipples and several pairs of knickers all of which I had tried on, turning and twisting this way and that before deciding which were most suitable. Suitable for what, I thought to myself as I dabbed perfume here and there, I mean I was going to a country riding stable for goodness sake, horseflesh, manure, sweat, country air and all that and there was me fussing about knickers and perfume. I was too nervous for breakfast, I just had juice and coffee, besides the Pepe jeans were new and a tight fit and I thought a bowl of cereal might make me uncomfortable. Stupid me, I should have swapped the Pepes for a well worn pair of Levis and had the breakfast.

I left home just after 7.00am, smelling like I would for a night on the pull, dressed in my finest posh casual, I took a small travel bag with me with a spare shirt, towel, second choice knickers and some drinking water. With only light traffic on a Saturday morning I entered the school drive twenty minutes early.

I remembered the trees, the morning sun filtered weakly through their dense foliage, there was no one riding. Perhaps I'd got the wrong day, perhaps I should turn round at the end of the drive and go back home, I could call and apologise, say my editor had an urgent last minute job for me. Then I was in the clearing and bright sunlight at the end of the leafy tunnel and a smiling girl waved to me, I'd been recognised, too late to turn round. I thought about calling her over and explaining that I'd just had an urgent phone call and needed to leave immediately and could she please apologise to Mr van Eyck for me, but she was running up towards the car anyway, pointing to where I should park. It was Joanna, the girl I'd interviewed, she was so bright and welcoming I wanted to get out of the car and give her a hug and ask her how she was and how things were going but I didn't. Instead I let the window down, cowardice was getting the better of me, I was about to utter my pathetic story about the urgent phone call when a black Range Rover pulled into the clearing. It was Mr van Eyck.

"Miss Robbins!" He beamed as he climbed down from his vehicle. "How lovely to see you again, I'm so glad you decided to come and join us." He took my hand as I got out of my little Volvo and nodded approvingly as he noticed my travel bag. "Excellent," he said, "Joanna will show you where to change, plenty of time, beautiful morning." And then he was off, I noticed he was already wearing jodhpurs and riding boots and he made an imposing figure as he strode across the gravel towards the office building adjacent to the stables.

Joanna took me by the arm. "Come on, I'll show you the dressing rooms," she said and we followed Mr van Eyck to the office building, taking a right turn once inside along a short corridor which led to a large girls changing room with showers and toilets. There was similar facility for boys on the other side of the building, she told me, but it didn't get used much. Joanna opened a locker for me and told me I could leave my clothes in it and keep the key although the risk of theft was virtually nil. She seemed surprised when I told her I didn't have to change, just my travel bag and handbag to store. "Oh dear no, Sir won't like that, someone will be in trouble, let's see what I can find," and off she went leaving me on my own and hoping it wasn't me in trouble.

Joanna returned a few moments later, a bundle of clothing over her left arm and a pair of riding boots and helmet dangling from her hand. "Try these on," she said, "I'm about your size, they should fit." I told her I couldn't possibly take her gear even though it was a very kind thought but Joanna insisted, saying they were a spare set she'd just fetched from her car. She then opened her own locker to show me was telling the truth. "And in any case I'm not riding this morning, Caroline is using my pony, in fact she should be out there already but that's another story." I was finally convinced and accepted her offer gratefully, kicking off my trainers and wriggling out of my jeans in favour of Joanna's jodhpurs, jacket and boots.

There was a knock on the door before we could chat much, Joanna shouted come in and Mr van Eyck entered the changing room, two crops in his left hand left hand, his right arm extending towards me, his head bowed theatrically. "Come then, Miss Robbins, allow me to escort you and join you for a pleasant morning ride." I joined him and as we left he looked over his shoulder to Joanna and said "Tell Caroline, if and when she deigns to grace us with her presence, I want to see her in my office at 9.30." This will be the third time in as many weeks she's been late. Htt!" I remembered his little speech habit, I wondered if it happened when he was nervous, under pressure or perhaps angry. I didn't think it meant anything good for Caroline and wondered if he might expel her.

My mare was fourteen hands, he told me, placid and old enough to be sensible; he said I could just climb aboard and leave it all to her if I wanted. It was the nearest Mr van Eyck had come to making a joke and I smiled politely. His own mount was quite a bit bigger, both were saddled ready to go and, after a few basics in a small paddock for me to demonstrate I wasn't a complete novice,

Mr van Eyck opened a gate and we rode into an open field where Mr van Eyck took the lead, walking, trotting and finally cantering when he could see I wasn't hanging on for dear life. He certainly had an air of authority sitting astride his horse.

"Take the lead Miss Robbins, please, at your own pace, I'll keep up I promise." It was another of his little jokes, I knew he could keep up, still I took the lead and on the other side of the stream and when path turned into a large meadow I gee'd my pony on to a canter, raising myself up from the waist, hips moving with the horse, then raising my bottom out of the saddle and arching my back slightly as I leaned my upper torso forward for a gallop, as I'd been taught. I was exhilarated, I wondered if Mr van Eyck was impressed, I wondered if he was watching my backside as it undulated with the motion of the horse, then he was aside me, riding easily and signalling me to slow down which I did immediately, "Excellent Miss Robbins but take it easy first time after so many years, we don't want you falling off on that pretty bottom of yours."

I'm sure I turned beetroot red, I hoped he'd assume it was the rush of air from the short gallop, he didn't comment, just said it was time we were getting back and he'd show me a different route, which he did with us riding abreast and chatting where space permitted and single file where it did not.

Back at the stables Joanna and another girl were waiting for us. We'd been out just over an hour, the time had flown. We dismounted, Joanna's companion took care of the horses and Mr van Eyck asked me if I'd care to join him for coffee in, say, half an hour id time and expenses. This visit ould look after me. I asked Joanna if we might watch some of the other girls going through their routines, I could see there were four or five girls practising and a couple more watching from the sides, but she said oh no, they would all be coming in within ten minutes, there was a brief meeting scheduled for 9.45am which all girls were required to attend. She told me I could come too and I'd just have time to change first.

I didn't bother showering, just got back into my jeans and trainers, gulped some water down, checked my phone for messages and handed Joanna's stuff back to her. It was nearly 9.45am, "Come on," she said, "we mustn't be late." I asked her where the meeting was and she told me in the training room, which was also used for hospitality on open days, it was equipped for lectures, videos, presentations etc with a small stage and could seat about twenty people although we wouldn't be seated today, it would only be a short meeting she said shyly. The room was past reception and Mr van Eyck's office, the door was open when we arrived and ten or twelve girls were congregated inside, their excited chatter stopped as Joanna and I entered the room, I assumed it was my presence, new kid on the block, but that wasn't the case at all. Their attention was focused behind us and I turned to see Mr van Eyck enter the room accompanied by a striking dark haired girl who looked nervous and avoided eye contact. She might have been southern European judging from her skin and features but I couldn't be certain, she certainly had the curves prevalent in girls from those climes and she deported herself well.

Could someone near the back please close the door," said Mr van Eyck as he mounted the low stage carrying a riding crop, "Thank you," it was Joanna who closed it and returned to my side.

"You all know why we're here," he said clearly and concisely, "Caroline has let us all down by being late for practise for a third time in little more than two weeks. In so doing she has inconvenienced others and disrupted our schedules. She has shown no genuine remorse and the reasons given for her inconsiderate behaviour are spurious to say the least. She is to be punished." Mr van Eyck was already moving towards a wall mounted cupboard at the back of the stage as his pronouncement was made. There was shuffling and fidgeting amongst the assembled girls but no one spoke. Mr van Eyck turned back from the cupboard and instead of the crop he was holding a long crook handled cane, I could hardly believe my eyes.

"A chair if you please, Caroline." He flexed the cane between his two hands as he waited for the unfortunate girl to follow his instruction. I lost sight of Caroline's head as she bent down to lift a light framed chair which she carried onto the stage and placed in front of Mr van Eyck with its back facing out to the room .

"I'm sorry, Sir," I heard her say meekly. The room was silent now, you could have heard a pin drop.

"Sorry for being in this position no doubt," said the riding school proprietor, "and you will shortly be a lot sorrrier. Stand against the back of the chair, then bend over palms flat on the seat, I'm going to punish you and then you will apologise to your colleagues for your inconsiderate behaviour."

There was no protest and not a sound in the room as Caroline stood at the chair back for a moment then bent forward and down so that chair top was wedged against her hips, her bottom, which I noticed was voluptuous and bulged slightly obscenely in her strained jodhpurs, thrust out towards us.

Mr van Eyck positioned himself to her left and told her it would be four strokes and not to move until he said she could. I heard one girl gasp. I thought about reaching into my jeans for my phone and trying to snatch a couple of shots surreptitiously but then I couldn't remember if the flash was on and if it was I'd be caught. Then I thought even if I managed some shots and my editor liked them, would I really want them published? It would mean I could never come back here. I didn't get the camera, I was completely distracted from the idea when I heard the whoosh of the cane and the terrible splat as it landed across the bending girl's plump cheeks followed by her ooohh arrghhhh! and the tiny shuffle of her feet. I was shocked, as if frozen to the spot when I felt Joanna's left hand reaching for my right, which she found and clasped lightly, firming her grip as she saw the cane raised for a second time and squeezing as it thrashed down followed by more cries from the girl. Whether to comfort me or herself I had no idea but the contact was warm and almost conspiratorial in an odd way. I think I squeezed back at the following two strokes which were delivered fast and had Caroline cry out loudly and stomp her feet making her bottom wobble and left her crying in great heaving sobs.

I was too stunned to say anything, there was a murmur in the 'audience' although I couldn't catch words. Then Mr van Eyck's voice, strong and clear, "Get up now Caroline and turn around, I believe you have something to say to your colleagues, Htt!"

The punished girl stood slowly, I'm sure her poor bottom must have felt terrible and I should think she would rather have fallen through the floor than faced her colleagues. When she did turn round she straightened to her full height and lifted her head proudly, brave girl, we could see her face tear streaked and her lip was quivering as she tried to speak and hold back the sobs at the same time. No words came out and Mr van Eyck spoke again, surprisingly softly, "Go on Caroline, you'll feel better for it," and after a while Caroline managed to get out "S-s-sorry...I'm so sorry to all of you" before the floodgates re-opened and she was sobbing again.

"Htt. Let it be a lesson, my girl," said Mr van Eyck as he replaced the cane in the cupboard and left the room. The girls immediately surrounded Caroline, sisterly empathy, commiseration, admiration, perhaps even excitement, I wasn't observing objectively, caught up in the general frisson it was impossible to think clearly. Then I remembered my coffee date. Oh my goodness, I said to Joanna perhaps I should just go straight home instead but she said no not at all, I should go along to reception and have my coffee, she assured me it would be business as usual for Mr van Eyck. She smiled warm encouragement and I went to reception a few minutes before ten o'clock, trembling slightly and quite ridiculously as I waited for my host to arrive.

At precisely top of the hour Mr van Eyck entered the room, the coffeee machine was already on and he went and poured two cups, remembering from our last meeting how I liked mine. We chatted casually, not one reference to the caning, just talking about the ride, my proficiency, how he thought I could improve, whether I liked the girls and the set up in general and then finally, close to ten-thirty, about whether I thought my trip would provide anything of interest for my editor. He was smiling, I was not, as I explained to him that I'd made the appointment outside of my duties as a reporter and that I would not be making any kind of report or in fact comments of any sort to my editor. I was about to apologise when he beamed, "Well that's splendid, Miss Robbins, you won't feel compromised by your professional instincts and you can answer me plainly when I tell you I'd be delighted to have you join us as an intermediate student if you'd be so inclined, I really think you have the ability to do well." I was taken by surprise his invitation but not by the idea of enrolling in the school which had already occurred to me on the ride.

"I think I'd like that, Mr van Eyck....Sir," I realised what I'd said and felt myself blush.

"Excellent, I'll have Joanna attend to the details." He shook my hand and went to leave.

"Mr van Eyck," I said, "one more thing, that girl just now, is she.. er.. expelled?"

"You mean Caroline? Good heavens no, not at all, fine young rider, we're all very proud of her, she'll represent our school one day, just needs a little discipline. Good day, Miss Robbins."

****

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx

The Store Detective Part II

Let's find out what punishment Dick has in store for our naughty Miss. If you missed first part scroll down to Monday's post.

......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.

Picture from aboutspanking.blogspot

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.

Ronnie

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The Store Detective Part 1

I walked in the large department store and quickly headed for the lifts so the damn store detective who has eyes in the back of his head couldn't spot me. I was sure he eyed me last week when I was returning a dress I'd borrowed but nothing happened and I shrugged it off.

Let me explain, I'm no thief but I'm making my way up in a large corporation and have to attend many functions with my boss entertaining overseas visitors and he expects all his staff to look smart when attending but on the salary I'm paid there's no way I could afford a new outfit every time so I borrow them as required and return them to the store a couple of days later after having it cleaned. Well if its dirty that is, well if I've spilled anything obvious like red wine on it. I have it down to a fine art, its always long coat, then if I'm borrowing its no clothes underneath just lingerie, hand full of dresses/suites to the changing room, choose what I want to borrow, put it on, the rest go back on the hanger and off I go - if I'm returning l enter the store dressed and exit in underwear, no-one the wiser. My reasoning's simple - if I happen to get stopped, which won't happen of course, but if I did, there's no law against wearing lingerie under a coat. But if I was caught wearing two layers of dresses it would be a dead give away.

And anyway I get quite a thrill wearing just my lingerie under my coat it makes me hot. Only this occasion is had be hotter than I'd bargained for because I got caught.

He must have seen the indicator for the floor I got off and followed me up, I didn't see him but that didn't necessarily mean he was a good store detective, just that I'm not very good I'd just been lucky so far. I went about my illicit business, chose several items and went to the changing rooms, no assistant to check them as usual, perfect for me, five minutes later I placed the unwanted clothes on the rail on my way out of the changing rooms, job done, nice cashmere knee length skirt and jacket under my coat and heading for the lift when a beefy hand clamped my shoulder from behind. It was the store detective, one hand on my shoulder and the other proferring his ID which could have been a bus pass for all I knew, I didn't need to read it, I knew he was the real thing and I was in trouble. I smiled outwardly and trembled inwardly as I tried to look indignant but probably just looked guilty. He was very kind and suggested we might go somewhere more private where he needed to ask madam a few questions, he took his hand from my shoulder but I still felt as if I'd been apprehended and was under arrest, I wondered about going for an urgent pee and ditching the contraband clothing, even just doing a runner but he looked fitter than me so instead I walked along with him, red faced and trying to look natural as he led me through a staff only door, through a storage area to an unused office.

A table and two chairs, plain walls. God at least there wasn't a low wattage lamp hanging from a single cord in the ceiling, instead it was brightly lit by fluorescent. When he locked the door my heart skipped a beat but then I thought it was better because I didn't want anybody bursting in halfway through my confession.

Dick - I'll call him that - took a seat, didn't offer me one, took out his mobile phone, touched a few buttons and turned the fascia to me indicating that I should look. It was me on the screen, not me today though because my hair wasn't up, it must have been last week. He made a slide show happen and I saw me in various poses some with coat flap open showing my stocking and suspenders, some showing trousers, some in the dressing room, how on earth had he done that and was it legal?, some must have been taken from video because they were a bit grainy but others had snapped perfectly on his camera, there were about twenty shots in all including some later ones taken today. He was smiling as my face glowed with embarrassment, I was speechless, I thought the police would be along any minute and put me in handcuffs.

What could I say, then he spoke, he wondered if madam would mind undoing her coat. I obliged and he asked me about the suit and I just admitted it was theirs and I was only going to borrow it and I'd be bringing it back tomorrow or the next day. Really I would, I assured him, I wasn't a thief and then I started crying. I told him I was so sorry, I truly didn't ever really steal an item not even one tiny scarf, I only borrowed them and would he please be able to vouch for that when the police came and perhaps could I pay some money to the store as compensation and maybe it wouldn't go so badly for me in court and did he think I'd go to prison and all sorts of things you say when you're blubbering.

Then Dick stood and I felt his hands on me again, this time comforting, he told me to calm down, that I'd been a silly girl, he was calm and not unkind in his words or manner and I let my head flop on his shoulder, I was so relieved when he said there was no need for the police to be involved I continued to sob, my tears making a wet patch on his jacket. He held me a while and then said ''I'll have to have the suit back.'' I nodded, of course he would, then I thought about my predicament, I had no clothes.............to be continued

OK so this is a bit out of sync with my regular posts and it's fictitious (what, you guessed?) but a real time incident did happen on the weekend to inspire it; I was in House of Fraser with my friend Jen and we saw a shoplifter get caught, really well dressed girl somewhere in her late twenties detained by a security man and I guess an assistant manager or floor manager.

We actually drifted around the displays for several minutes to see what happened, ridiculous I know, but lots of people were doing the same though they pretended not to. The police came within ten minutes and they all went outside, bet the police don't turn up that quick when there's a fight or something, anyway it happened and I felt really sorry for the poor girl even though I know she was wrong, I chatted with Jen about it, we joked about excuses she might make and then I smiled when I thought what P's solution might have been. I'll let you know on Wednesay.

Ronnie

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