Confessions of a Store Detective

This is 100% fantasy.

In real life we should never be cruel or disrespectful towards anyone, especially if they are vulnerable in any way.

Loving, consensual sex is wonderful.

Coercive or non-consensual sex is illegal and harmful.

It shouldn't be so, but reading about such things can be erotic. That isn't to condone them or to encourage anyone to act in a similar fashion.

The characters in my stories are all over 18 and the settings are purely fictional.

Mothers, wives, partners, girlfriends, daughters; all females - and males - should be treated with respect and kindness.

TAGS

Shoplifter

Body search

Spy cameras

Cavity search

Strip search

Penis

Vagina

Pubic hair

Nipples

Semen

Cane

Bottom

Vulva

Fear

Embarrassment

Outrage

Shock

Voyeurism

CONFESSIONS OF A STORE DETECTIVE

Hi... I'm Mike... Mike Hunt. I'm a store detective in a small British Department Store. I'm self-employed, and I work, six days a week. They're long hours and it's hard work; but there are consolations.

Working alone as I do, I have an office to myself, with an engaged sign when I need it, and a lock on the door. The thing is... I lust after attractive, sexy women. I'm married, and I haven't kept any secrets from my wife. She knows what I get up to, and she likes it, as long as I confess to her afterwards.

When I'm on my rounds by far the best hunting ground for me is the cosmetics department; women's clothing can be fun too. There's a camera in the changing room area. It doesn't cover the cubicles - more's the pity -

but not everyone worries with the curtains. I've seen some sights!

I'm always on the look out for attractive women and girls; if I see one I like I follow her discretely, on the off chance that I might catch her shoplifting. As I mentioned the cosmetics and perfume counter is by far the best place; most of the items on display are small and can easily find their way into a handbag or pocket. I have to be sharp-eyed. If I'm lucky, and spot something, I pounce.

Sometimes days can pass and I don't catch anyone. That can be very frustrating; especially when I see a real beauty, ripe for the pickling. So I always have a Plan B up my sleeve; or in my pocket to be more accurate. I keep a couple of lipsticks or a small bottle of perfume ready for planting. I especially look out for attractive females with large bags, that I can casually drop something inside without them noticing. I've had some real successes doing that.

Of course I need to be prepared if any of my victims should question my authority. I carry a very convincing Certificate of Authorisation from the Police Department. It's not authentic, but no one's ever challenged it.

Under an official looking Seal, are the words:

"

Officer Michael Hunt

(SD No. 4157) is authorised, in his official capacity of Store Detective, Hanover

's Department Store, to:

apprehend, take into custody, and interrogate anyone he reasonably believes may be guilty of stealing merchandise from the aforesaid store. Such interrogation may include a search of all clothing & accessories and, at his sole discretion, a full and intimate body search.

Any person so apprehended will be committing an offence under the Police Act 1987 if they fail to obey his lawful commands.

The officer named will have full and absolute discretion:

(i ) to bring a prosecution against anyone he apprehends; or;

(ii) provided he is satisfied that they have made sufficient amends for their offence - in whatever manner he deems appropriate - to release them without charge.

Signed: Miles Long

Chief of Police."

Melissa Jones

Melissa was a fair cop. I caught her red-handed, and she was on camera. She'd helped herself to a lipstick and one or two other items and put them in her bag thinking no one would see. I apprehended her as she was coming out of the Ladies rest room. She denied everything at first so I took her to my office and showed her the footage.

"Well young lady, you're in a lot of trouble. Empty your bag please."

She tipped the contents of her bag onto a table but none of the items she'd stolen fell out. Picking up her driving licence I read the name;

Melissa Jones

. Her date of birth made her just 22 years old. She was very pretty; and very tearful.

"Where are they Melissa," I asked. She didn't answer. We'll, I thought, they can only be in a few places.

"OK Melissa... take of your top. I will find them you know."

Melissa took off her top and stood looking at me defiantly.

I could see immediately that she had nothing secreted under her bra but I took advantage of the situation and felt her breasts.

"Now take your shorts off,' I commanded

I watched, enjoying her hesitation and obvious concern at what might follow my order.

I felt some more, running my hands around her lower region, feeling her bottom and generally enjoying myself.

'Everything off... and be quick about it." I think that was the moment Melissa realised I wasn't going to stop until I found the items she'd taken. She turned away, obviously not wanting to expose herself any sooner that she could help.

"Facing me," I barked. "Don't think you're the first young woman I've made strip naked in here."

"You've no right,' she answered.

"I've every right young lady," taking in the curve of her bared breasts.

"Now your panties.' Melissa slid them down slowly, until they dropped to the flooor around her ankles.

"Now sit on that chair and don't move."

That's when they're at their most vulnerable; when they're naked and there's only two places I can look.I invariably have an erection by that stage and I make sure they can see it. Melissa was still defiant but I could see the doubt in her eyes. I pointed to the copy of my Certificate of Authorisation, which I keep on the wall.

"See that? It says:

'... interrogation may include a search of all clothing & accessories and, at his sole discretion, a full and intimate body search.'"

I read it out to her.

"Is that what you want?"

"No...of course not," Melissa replied.

"One more chance then. Do it yourself, now, or I'll do it and it'll be sure to hurt."

I reached for the box of surgical gloves and took one out. When she saw that she buckled. Thrusting her fingers deep inside her vagina she pulled out a lipstick and a small bottle of Chanel perfume.

"Is there any more," I asked.

"No Sir."

"Get up, turn round and bend over," I ordered.

"Now open your legs wide, reach round and spread your labia. I want to see the opening to your vagina."

Reluctantly, she obeyed, so I knelt down behind her to see if there was anything inside. It looked clear but I couldn't resist poking my finger inside just to be sure. Melissa shrieked and stamped her feet in protest.

"OK... I'll trust you... and that there's nothing inside your bottom... you can stand up now Melissa and we'll discuss your punishment."

Pointing again to the Certificate on the wall I read out:

'...

The officer named will have full and absolute discretion:

(i ) to bring a prosecution against anyone he apprehends; or;

(ii) provided he is satisfied that they have made sufficient amends for their offence - in whatever manner he deems appropriate - to release them without charge. '

"Well Melissa... is it to be a prosecution or something else. It's up to you. My guess is a Court will sentence you to six months or more. The Judges are coming down very heavily on this kind of crime. Do you have a good job?"

"Yes... I work for a bank."

"Then that's your job gone," I warned. "So it looks like I'm going to have to decide the appropriate punishment, doesn't it?"

"Yes," she answered meekly.

I had her in the palm of my hand; and she knew it. My cock grew even harder, in anticipation of delights to follow.

"Well Melissa... it's going to be severe I'm afraid. We don't want you re-offending so it'll have to be something you'll remember if you're ever tempted to do anything like it again."

"Yes Sir. Whatever you say."

"Yes indeed... it is whatever I say. I think you know what one part of your punishment will be, don't you?"

To make my point I pushed forward with my hips and ran my hand down the outline of my growing erection. Melissa placed a hand over her lower region, as if to protect herself from what she knew would follow.

"I think I'd better lock the door, don't you. We don't want anyone coming in unexpectedly."

"No Sir... will it take long?"

"As long as it takes young lady. As you've guessed I'm going to fuck you, but there's more I have to do if you're really to learn your lesson."

I went to a tall cupboard on the wall, opened the doors and pointed to my three canes.

"Oh no...,"Melissa cried. "Are you serious?"

"Deadly serious," I answered, the only questions are 'Which one and how many strokes?"

I pondered, scratching my head for effect. Then I picked the longest and heaviest cane; the cane I knew would do most damage to the taut delicate skin of Melissa's bared bottom. I swished it twice, listening to its sound. Was it too severe? Perhaps. I picked up the middle one and flexed it between my hands. It felt good. Just 80 cms long, and 11 mm thick it offered the perfect balance for what I wanted. Used skilfully it would mark her and she'd feel it for a week, but it wouldn't actually cut her. I wanted to avoid that if I could. I wasn't going to spare her but six strokes of the longer cane was enough to strip her of her skin.

"Six... I announced. Before or after?"

"What do you mean Sir? Before or after?"

'Before or after I fuck you young lady. Do you want it with or without my spunk in your cunt? Shall I use my cock now, or when you've had your bottom thrashed? I'll leave you to decide."

Melissa hesitated, looking at the cane in my hand and then at my cock. I'd already taken it out of my trousers and was stroking it, wanting her to see what she was choosing between. 'Come come... penis or cane? Which is it to be? I haven't got all day.'

"If you do it after the cane it's going to hurt so much more. But if you do it first I'll be worrying about the cane all the time you're inside me."

She continued to debate the subject until I lost patience.

"That's long enough young lady. I'm going to cane you first. Cane then cock... in alphabetical order."

I use the cane on male and female shoplifters. I'm not gay or bisexual but I find it very arousing. Male shoplifters get at least 12 strokes. They have to be naked too. It's amazing how many times they stand up after being caned and they've got an erection. I love it when that happens; they're usually highly embarrassed and try and cover themselves. Sometimes I tell them to masturbate; I've even helped them on occasion.

What no one knows about - because it's very well hidden - is that there's a secret camera recording it all. My wife, Fi, loves to watch the tapes when I bring them home afterwards.

If it was a male shoplifter she masturbates me while we watch the footage in our bedroom. If it's a female she lets me fuck her while she watches me fucking the shoplifter; she likes me to commentate about how it felt, comparing her with the shoplifter. "Was she tighter than me? Was she wet? Did you come?"

I always do come by the way.

Fi was particularly excited by one young girl who it turned out had just been fucked by her boyfriend, and was leaking his semen from her vagina. She loved the idea of my cock inside an already cum-filled vagina

Back to Melissa. I made the preparations to begin her caning. Over the years I've had much experience of doing so. Most important of all is to position the subject correctly, with her bottom at the right height; with the flesh nice and taut.

On the other side of the equation, I must be comfortable, standing in the best position to strike the target, and with ample room for the backstroke. For last foot of travel the cane should be horizontal at the same height as where I want the stroke to land. The strokes themselves should be close and parallel, across the middle of the buttocks.

While I was learning my trade I inevitably got things wrong now and again. But mistakes often reveal toys things we had never imagined.

I was experimenting in trying to find the best positions. She was quite a tall girl, just a little over 18 and nearly six foot tall. When she was bent over I realised her bottom was a little higher than I wanted and made her spread her feet apart. But she was still a little higher than I wanted so I told her to end her knees. I was using a particularly whippy cane, a long thin one, which is harder to direct. Two misplaced strokes resulted in the tip striking only the nearest of her buttocks and the tip impacting her vulva. She had two livid red weals across her left and right labia majora. I've never heard anyone scream quite so loudly.

Accidents do happen... but sometimes the devil gets into me and I do it deliberately; especially if it's cane first and cock second.

I wasn't going to do that to Melissa but because she was on the tall side I did make her place her feet just wide enough for me to be able to see her cunt while I caned her bottom.

With Melissa in place I stood behind her, to her left, flexed the cane and swished it loudly through the air. She flinched and grunted, obviously believing it was meant for her.

"Six strokes," I announced "you can count."

I like to leave about thirty seconds between strikes; just enough to let the pain mount and the fearful anticipation of the next stroke grow. Melissa took it well; she sobbed throughout but didn't scream, shout or resist. By the time I was finished my penis was as big as it gets and I was more than ready to fuck her.

I confess that at this stage of the proceedings I can be a little naughty. I let Melissa stand up and took her to a mirror, so that if she twisted round she could see her bottom. The stripes were livid red and the flesh swollen.

"How am I to to explain that to my boyfriend?"

"That's not something I can help you with," I replied unsympathetically.

I gradually began unbuckling my belt, lowered my trousers and pointed my cock at her.

"Over to the table... bend over with your legs open, I instructed her. "

"Already? Do you have to?"

She knew the answer to that when she looked down and saw the swollen head of my penis, oozing the clear fluid that precedes the act of coitus.

"Kneel," I said "you can kiss your master."

After a brief pause, during which she must have processed the fact that she had no choice in the matter, she obeyed. As any man will tell you, having a naked young girl kneeling in front of him, her lips on his cock, is a moment to savour.

Before I proceed further I ask if they're taking contraception; most of them are. If they're not then I have to inject spermicide into their vaginas and wait a few moments for it to to be effective. Strangely enough a lot of them baulk at this; but it needs to be done if I am not to impregnate them.

I've lost count of how many young girls and women I've fucked over that table; there must be hundreds.

Melissa took her place and I made the adjustments that would assist penetration from behind; as is my preference. She was subdued and passive, knowing she must submit to me. Her legs were parted just wide enough to separate the labia and reveal her vaginal opening. I could see she was dry and told her she could touch herself if it helped. Whether she thought it unnecessary, or found it too demeaning, she refused my offer,

I angled my penis ready to plunger it inside her, placed my hands on her hips, felt her shudder as the tip of my cock touched against her open flesh. "Are you prepared?" I asked.

"Yyyes," she managed to say. "Please be gentle."

Gentleness is all very fine but the occasion demanded firmness. I eased inside her to find she was dry as a desert. Force was needed and I didn't hesitate to use it. Having breached her tiny opening I thrust inside and conquered all. How she screamed then. Fortunately, when my penis was fully engaged, there was enough moisture to make things more comfortable for her, and I set to work, driving my cock as deep as it would go before withdrawing and making ready for another thrust. I gave her a full 15 minutes before nature overwhelmed me and I ejaculated inside her.

One of the things Fi likes most is to see me withdraw my penis, wet from inside and smeared with semen. I turned to where the camera is hidden and showed it to her before telling Melissa she could stand again.

At that stage I'm a little more gentle and reach for the box of tissues I keep for 'cleaning up'. Handing them to Melissa I watched her lift a foot and place it on a chair ready to wipe herself. To my absolute delight my semen immediately began to run down the inside of her milky white thigh. It was the most exquisite sight; one that I knew Fi would find intensely erotic and would want to watch over and over; hopefully as I was fucking her in bed this evening.

I was finished with Melissa and let her leave. I watched her walk through the shop to the exit; her gait showed just how uncomfortable she felt, with my spunk inside her and her bottom still smarting. Other members of staff looked on. They knew.

The shop staff all know what happens behind the locked door to my office. The men are a little envious I think. The women are torn; from the way they look at me I think they welcome my surveillance but are uncomfortable with my methods. They work though; I've never had to apprehend anyone twice.

At home that night, in bed, I loaded the recording of Melissa into the computer and showed it to Fi. She loved it. She won't take the cane but she likes to be spanked.We re-enacted the whole scene, with Fi asking me questions all through. She's always wet, but that night she was dripping. Her cunt held my cock like a vice.

TO BE CONTINUED

Katie - innocent but too good to miss

John - 12 strokes and more semen than I'd ever seen

Harriet - an older woman