Spanked for Shoplifting
Author: Joe
My first and favorite spanking was given to
me by a store security guard for shoplifting when I was 17. It is probably
the one that propelled me into getting the many spankings I have received over
the years since. For as long as I can remember, I've fantasized about
getting spanked by a strange man on my bare bottom. I used to do things
that I knew were wrong, hoping to get caught and spanked, although I never
really thought it would happed.
This particular day, I shoplifted some very small item from a local dept. store
at the mall. It was nearly closing time and I was leaving the store when
someone grabbed me by the back of my collar. I turned around and was
looking at a red faced man about 65 or so. He told me he was the security
chief for the store and I was being detained for stealing. He was about 5'
10" and around 240 lbs. with a pot belly and balding. He definitely
was not good looking, but I thought he was the perfect candidate to
administer a spanking to my bare butt for stealing.
He took me upstairs to his office and shut the door. He told me his name
was Stanley Whyte and my ass belonged to him. He did his best to scare me,
telling me the police would be called and I would be spending the night in jail,
unless I did what he wanted. He said the store would be closing in 5 minutes and
I should wait for him to return after locking up the store. A half hour
later he returned and wasted no time in telling me that the only way I would
avoid jail was to go over his knees for a spanking. He sat back in his
chair and pulled out a small wooden paddle from his desk drawer. I tried
to be cool, but was scared to death and hoping to get my first real spanking at
the same time. I asked if I had to pull down my pants. He told me to
remove my pants, underpants, shoes and socks and to come around his desk and
stand next to him. I did as I was told and was standing next to him.
He told me I might as well remove my shirt and get my punishment naked.
Again I did as instructed. Stanley then grabbed my arm and pulled me over
his knees. I remember thinking that I was really going to get my fantasy,
and I was as excited as I had ever been. As I was over his knees, he let
his hand run over my bare bottom and he lectured me about stealing. Then
he finally began spanking me with his hand. I couldn't believe how hard he
spanked me. Each smack sent waves of pain down my bare bottom. Crack
after crack sounded off the walls mixed with my cries of protest. I would
yell and scream at him to stop, while inside my head I would plead for the
spanking to continue. I was naked and across a strange mans knees while he
spanked me. My fantasy was coming true and it was fantastic.
After about 50 cracks he stopped. Disappointed, I tried to get up.
He held me down, and told me that was a warm up. He then picked up the
paddle and set about spanking my bare bottom into submission. He spanked
me and spanked me and spanked me. I lost all sense of time. My
bottom lost all feeling. I was sobbing uncontrollably. It was the
greatest night of my life. After about 15 minutes and I don't know how
many cracks, he finally stopped. Picking me up we both realized that I had
come on his pants. He smiled at me and bent me over his desk. Taking
off his belt, he told me I had enjoyed the spanking too much and he would have
to try harder. He told me that if I tried to get up, he would still call
the police. With that he started to spank me with the belt. I should
say whip me. He whipped me from the tops of my thighs to the whole of my
ass. When he finished I was spent.
He left me dress and told me that was the hardest punishment he had ever given.
After that day, Stan and I became good friends. He gave me many a spanking
since but none ever compared to my first.