A few days after my second punishment session, I decide to return to your store for some much-needed shopping. While I am inside I spot the two college-aged employees doing some stocking and price-tagging work. They must have recognized me because I see them whispering to each other and snickering while looking at my direction. I feel so embarrassed I quickly avoid them by turning down another isle. I am sure they had overheard my bare-bottom spanking over your lap two weeks ago. I know that I cannot avoid running into them forever and sooner or later I'll have to accept the humiliation of having to face them. I can only hope not too soon.
After paying for my purchases (and I dare not steal this time for sure!) I stop by the "Shoplifters Warning Board" to take a closer look at what's there. I have been really dreading this for a few days and sure enough there it is! The photo of ME, bare-assed naked facing the corner with my tomato-red asscheeks on display. There are about a dozen or so other thieves, including both boys and girls, unfortunate enough to have suffered similar fate as me under your stern palm. All photos are Polaroid shots showing the completely nude backside from head to toe of well-spanked, and no doubt fully repentant, shoplifters.
Having my naked photo publicly displayed for all shoppers to see is bad enough; but what makes it even more humiliating, compared to the other spankees, is that -- just as I feared, mine shows the base of the buttplug clearly sticking out of my asshole! Anyone who sees it will know that not only have I been soundly spanked, but I have been ass-plugged as well. Oh the shame... the only consolation for me, though, is that I notice I'm not the only asian spankee shown on your board. There is another asian male and two asian females with their bright red buns on display as well. Somehow, knowing that there are other naughty oriental shoplifters being spanked over your knee makes me feel a little better, I don't know why.
Just then I see a couple other amused customers also staring at the Board. I'm beginning to worry that they might be suspecting me as one of the spankees in the photos, so I quickly scurry out of the store to avoid being recognized. Once I get home, however, my nervousness somehow turns into excitement, and I can't help but perform another "dirty" act on myself...
Before I know it Saturday rolls around again. I anxiously return to your store for yet another session of my continuing punishment, with the buttplug in my pocket as instructed. You greet me warmly and give me a big hug, holding my soft slim body tightly against your broad chest. I feel weak in your thick arms, but also very comfortably being held like that.
Then I'm again pulled across your lap in the classic OTK position, one which I'm becoming too familiar with for my own good. I keep my bare legs together and straight on tip-toes, awaiting your stinging smacks. You change the sequence this time, however, and you insert the plug inside my puckered anus before you start spanking me. It isn't difficult going in this time as I've grown more used to its intrusion. It still makes me fill very full though.
Then the painful hand spanking starts. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
After a few minutes of steady and hard smacks I begin to squirm over your lap again. The flame is building up "back there". And with my asshole plugged, some slaps would land near or on top of the base which has the effect of driving it deeper into my rectum, inducing more girlish yelps from me.
After you feel that my "warm-up" spanking has achieved its effect, you order me to get up and then bend over your desk. It's a large maple wood desk, just wide enough for me to bend my upper body over the smooth surface and reach over to grab the opposite edge with my hands. Totally naked, I feel extremely vulnerable in this position, surrendering my rounded ass-globes to whatever you desire.
I feel your hands lingering slowly on my warm asscheeks, rubbing and kneading for a while before you take hold of my buttplug and gently pull it out of my asshole. I feel a momentary "emptiness" back there, almost wishing something would keep me "filled-up". But my attention quickly return when I look back over my shoulder and see you holding a large wooden paddle.
