The buzzer went and Mr. Brownlow looked at his CT screen.
Harry, the young burley security guard was on the trail of a blonde girl.
He grabbed her arm securely and marched her like a convict through the precinct towards the store.
The automatic doors opened like the mouth of a predator as if to welcome its prey.
Harry took her to the back of the store and into the stock room to the staircase.
He gripped tighter as he led her to the first floor; they passed 3 closed doors until they reached one clearly labelled;
Jon D. Brownlow -- Store Manager.
Harry knocked, "Come in."
Harry entered with the young girl and she was sat quite roughly on the old chair in front of Mr. Brownlow's large oak desk.
"She set off the alarm Mr. Brownlow so as per my instructions I apprehended her and well, here she is."
"What have you to say young lady, why would the alarm set off just as you were walking through it?"
"I have no idea at all."
"Maybe a look in your handbag may give us a clue, EMPTY IT GIRL."
With trembling hands she upturned her bag onto the desk.
To her amazement a Sara Berman studded suede clutch bag fell out, complete with alarm tag and the £157 price tag.
"Well, well, well, what have we found here, a common shoplifter! How old are you girl, 16, 17?
"Sir, I'm 18 and I have no idea how the bag, oh!"
"Oh?"
"I think I know how it happened."
Mr. Brownlow leant forward in a mocking fashion, "oh pray tell."
"Well whilst I was shopping a lady in front of me in a brown suit tripped and fell and I remember looking at the clutch bag, I must have accidentally slipped it in my bag as I helped her to her feet, sorry."
"Sorry, she says Harry," they both laughed.
"What's your name girl?"
"Rosey Town."
Mr. Brownlow picked up the phone, "well Rosey Town let's see what the police make of your story," he started to dial.
"No please sir, please don't ring the police, please."
Mr. Brownlow's cock twitched," I'm listening."
"Please sir, please don't call the police my parents are quite old, and very strict; I don't want to upset them" she said through tearful eyes.
"Maybe I should ring you father, what would he do if he were here now?"
Rosey looked down and blushed.
Mr. Brownlow picked up the phone again, "well if you don't answer."
"Spank me sir, daddy would spank me."
"Oh he would, would he?"
"Yes sir, please sir, I'll do anything."
"Well, we may be able to deal with this in house, he looked at Harry, that will be all Harry, I'll deal with it from here, I'll call you if I need you."
Harry smiled at Mr. Brownlow and tapped Rosey on her shoulder, "do as Mr. Brownlow tells you or I'll be called back in, and you would not like that," and he left.
Mr. Brownlow's cock grew and grew as they talked, he moved his hand into his pocket and re adjusted his shaft.
"So your daddy spanks you does he?"
"Yes sir."
"What else?"
"His belt sir and sometimes his cane, sir."
"So Rosey Town, your choice, do I call the police, or I deal with you here and now in the tradition you are used to?"
Rosey, mumbled," please sir do you mean you would punish me with a spanking?"
"Of course child, so let's get started," he walked to the back of the room and removed a cane from the tall cupboard.
2 or 3 fresh air shots whistled through the air, Rosey winced.
"Stand up and position yourself over the desk, if you move a single item I'll double what I intend to give you."
Rosey stood and stretched herself over the desk, experience told her to grip the other side.
Again the whistle of the cane made her tremble and then she heard Mr. Brownlow place the cane onto the desk.
He lifted her skirt right up her back and made sure it would not fall down with the whipping he had in mind for her.
Her white knickers pulled tight over her slender girly bottom.
Each side of her knickers and down the back of her legs had tell tale signs of a recent caning.
Mr. Brownlow rubbed them, still slightly raised and a light purple in colour, his right hand went down the front of his trousers and he rubbed his cock, such a small young bottom to deal with, what a lovely early Christmas present.
He stood back and noticed the wetness between crutch of Rosey's knickers.
"So girl, explain the stripes" he instructed as he spanked a cheek."
"I will spank you with my hand to warm you up, now answer."
Rosey jumped forward," please sir, it was my maintenance."
"Maintenance?"
"Yes Sir every Sunday morning I lay over 3 pillows on my bed and daddy takes off his belt and whips my bare bottom, then I get a stripe for every year of my life sir, that's 18."
Mr. Brownlow increased his spanking and she rubbed on the office desk, looking for something, anything to rub her swollen clit on.
"Then what girl?"
"I have to stand in the corner, hands on head till daddy says I can move and rub my bottom."
"And if you move before he says?"
"I lie back over the pillows sir, and get a repeat plus 10 more with his cane sir"
Mr. Brownlow moved down the backs of Rosey's legs with his spanks, "and that happens every Sunday morning when you have been naughty."
Rosey was sobbing now, "not naughty sir, maintenance, daddy says every little girl has maintenance until she is married, to remind her of his place."
"So what if you are naughty?"
"Bare bottomed spanking sir, wherever I am."
"Wherever?"
"Yes sir, last week I answered back in Wallmart and daddy left the trolley in the aisle and took me behind the store, lowered my knickers and spanked me till I cried and apologised. It was so embarrassing too sir, guys were out their having a smoke and cheered as he lowered my knickers."
