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Trouble Over Time by Morgan Storm, M/f Domestic Spanking
She just plum forgot about the
watch she slipped into her pocket while she was shopping...now
she's in for one heck of an embarrassing spanking
Copyright (c)
2007 by Morgan Storm, all rights reserved, not for sale
Samantha
squirmed on the hard bench. She was in so much trouble! How
could she have been so stupid? Her hazel eyes filled with
tears, and she abruptly wiped them away. Nervously, she pulled
at her long, blonde hair. Sometimes she could be such a scatter
brain!
She had been out shopping, her favourite
pastime. She worked hard to keep in shape, and she loved buying
clothes that showed off her slim but curvy figure. She had a
bunch of such clothes in her arms, ready to purchase them.
Then, she saw the watch! It was beautiful – covered with
diamonds, yet very fragile and dainty. She had to have it!
However, since she didn’t want to drop it
as she was going to the sales desk, she slipped it into her
jeans’ pocket to keep it safe.
But as she went on to purchase her new
clothes, she completely forgot about the watch. Suddenly, as she
was exiting the store, all the alarms went off. Instead of
going back to the cash register and explaining what had
happened, she kept going, rushing through the mall, trying to
get to the exit. She had panicked, that was her only excuse.
Security caught up to her before she left the mall, and now, she
was sitting on a hard bench outside the security manager’s
office.
“Mrs. Smith?” a security officer said,
“Mr. Hammond wants to speak with you.” It was a command, not a
request.
Legs shaking, Samantha rose and, with as
much dignity as she could muster, she entered the security
manager’s office. She had hoped he would be reasonable. After
all, she was an adult, and the wife of a prominent city
councilor. But one look at Mr. Hammond, and she knew she was in
deep trouble. He looked to be in his fifties. His gray hair
and gray beard gave him a stern appearance. He was of large
build, but it looked to be mostly muscle. His eyes were steely
blue, and they pierced her to the core.
“Mrs. Smith,” his voice boomed. “Please
sit down.”
Meekly, Samantha sat in a chair opposite
the intimidating man.
“Do you know how much trouble you are in?”
“Sir,” Samantha finally found her voice,
“this was all a misunderstanding. I meant to pay for that
watch, really.”
“Really,” Mr. Hammond’s voice was flat.
“Yes,” she said, her voice gaining
strength. “I mean, my husband is a city councilor. I’m sure if
you contact him, we can sort this all out.”
“Mrs. Smith,” the security manager barked,
“this mall takes shoplifting very seriously. We are a
prestigious establishment, and we insist our clientele act in a
certain manner. I have seen the surveillance tapes. You put
that watch in your pocket. When the alarm went off, you left
the store, hurrying through the mall, trying to avoid security
officers. That does not sound like a misunderstanding to me!”
“I, I panicked,” Samantha offered weakly.
“We have contacted your husband.”
Samantha did not know if she should be
relieved or more panicked. She was sure he would bail her out,
but she would certainly pay for it later! She looked at Mr.
Hammond, but could not read his expression.
“What did he say?” she finally asked.
“He said he would be here shortly. He
said to tell you he will be dealing with your behaviour himself,
above and beyond what this office decides to do.”
Samantha wiggled uncomfortably in her
chair. She knew that meant she was in for a bottom blistering
session. She just hoped Mr. Hammond did not know what her
husband meant by that.
Just moments later, her husband strode
into the room.
“Dan,” she gasped.
“Samantha,” he commanded, “wait outside.”
“But, I, Dan, it was a misunderstanding…”
Dan Smith gave his beautiful wife a long,
hard look. “Do not make this difficult, Sam. I said, wait
outside.”
Samantha got up and quickly returned to
her wooden bench outside the office. It reminded her of the
times she got in trouble at school, which had been plenty. She
strained to hear the conversation inside the office, but could
hear only low tones. She wished she could turn back time and
pay for that damned watch!
Suddenly, the office door opened, and Dan
looked down at her, his brown eyes smouldering with anger.
Samantha was reminded again at how handsome her dark, strong
husband was, even when he was this angry. “Come in,” he
directed.
Samantha walked into the office, and
returned to the chair opposite the security manager. She
thought she saw a glint of amusement in the man’s eyes.
“Samantha,” Dan said angrily, “Mr. Hammond
has graciously decided not to press charges against you.”
Samantha sighed with relief.
“But,” Dan paused until Samantha looked up
at him, “that does not mean you will go unpunished.”
Samantha looked at her husband in horror
as he outlined her sentence. “Since you have acted like a
child, we will treat you like one. I have told Mr. Hammond that
we have a domestic discipline understanding. Luckily for you,
he also believes a good spanking can be effective. You will
receive a hand spanking here and now, in front of Mr. Hammond.
Then, you will receive ten lashes with my belt. Mr. Hammond is
willing to vouch for the fact that you were aptly punished. He
will not press charges, and this escapade will not be found in
the local papers. Are we clear?”
Samantha turned red. Spanked in front of
a security guard? She couldn’t imagine. And yet, a small part
of her thrilled to the thought. Her nipples tightened, and she
felt her pussy pulse. This would be a punishment spanking, she
knew, but thinking about it afterwards might not be so bad…
“Sam,” Dan demanded, “are we clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” Samantha managed to whisper.
Dan took a seat in a chair that had no
arms. “Come here,” he commanded.
Obediently, Samantha moved over in front
of Dan. With the smoothness of lots of practice, Dan guided her
over his knee. He pulled up her skirt. She was wearing black,
lacy panties, she felt his fingers tug on her waistband.
“Dan,” she groaned. She couldn’t believe
he was going to pull down her underwear in front of Mr. Hammond!
“You know the drill, Sam,” Dan barked.
“You are always punished on the bare ass. You will get extra
spanks for that!”
Samantha wanted to protest, but wisely
kept quiet as Dan pulled her panties down around her knees. She
lay there, fully exposed, across Dan’s lap while he lectured.
“I can not believe you did this! It’s bad enough that you had
the watch in your pocket, but then to try to run and avoid any
responsibility! Do you know what this could do if it was
reported in the press?”
Samantha squirmed over Dan’s lap, very
aware that Mr. Hammond was watching.
Finally, Dan started to spank her. Slowly
at first, then harder and faster. At first, Sam took her
spanking bravely, but after a few minutes, though, she started
to wiggle. As Dan made sure he spanked every inch of her ass,
Samantha started to whimper. Harder and faster. Dan spanked with
an accuracy that was frightening until her ass felt like it was
on fire. “Dan, please!” she finally wailed.
“We are not even close to being through
here,” Dan snapped. He kept spanking, the same fast, hard
rhythm. Samantha hated herself for crying out, sensing from the
noises coming from beyond that door that there were many other
security officers listening to her punishment.
When Dan finally stopped, Samantha
continued to cry softly. “Go over to the desk,” her husband
ordered. Samantha was beyond arguing and sh shuffled over to
the manager’s desk.
“Now turn around!” Dan ordered. She turned
to face him. “Take off my belt,” he commanded. Samantha’s eyes
widened. How could she have forgotten this part of the
punishment? Still, she did what she was told. Hesitantly, she
unfastened Dan’s belt, pulled it out of the loops, and handed it
to him.
“Lean over the desk,” he said. Samantha
obeyed, still sniffling.
Dan leaned down and whispered in her ear,
“There now, Darling. Ten of these will do.”
Dan’s hot breath against Samantha’s neck
made her shiver. Despite her punishment, she was very turned on
with the exhibitionism of this spanking. She knew Dan was proud
of her for taking her spanking so bravely.
She heard and then felt the first lash of
the belt. She sucked in her breath. The next two slaps made
her squirm against the desk. Then the next three made her think
her ass was definitely on fire, and would never be the same!
With each of the last four strokes, she wailed loudly, no longer
caring about the people watching and listening to her.
“There now,” Dan soothed, “it’s over. Go
stand in the corner while I talk to Mr. Hammond.”
Samantha shuffled to the nearest corner.
She knew her panties were to stay down around her ankles, and
her skirt was to stay up so they could appreciate Dan’s
handiwork. She also knew that if she tried to rub her burning
ass, she would get it again.
“Quite impressive,” Mr. Hammond was
saying. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone punished
so thoroughly.”
“So, we are free to go now?” Dan smiled.
“Yes, yes, of course, Mr. Smith.
Although, I may hire you to punish every shoplifter we have!”
Mr. Hammond laughed.
Dan came over to Samantha. “Okay, Luv,
put yourself together,” he said softly.
Now over her spanking enough to once again
be embarrassed, Samantha pulled up her panties and tugged her
skirt down over her still burning ass.
“Thank you, Mr. Hammond,” Dan said as they
headed out the door.
As they passed the still-snickering
security officers in the hall, Dan gave Sam’s ass a little tap.
In spite of herself, Samantha felt her nipples grow taunt, and
felt the familiar pulse in her pussy.
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