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Shoplifters Torment - (Casper & SalesGirlAnna)

Casper

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Joined
Dec 3, 2011
Location
UK


Name - Marcus Cole
Age - 34
Hight - 6'2"
Hair - Close cropped brown
Eyes - Hazel green
Build - Fit but not overly muscular


At 34 the last thing Marcus had imagined himself doing was running Clothes store, Or a Womens Boutique as his mother used to call it. But after she had past the store had fallen to him to run, At least until he could find someone to take it off his hands. He had a couple people interested but once they saw the books they would run a mile. While the store broke even it was far from making any real profit, Which was why Marcus could not afford to hire any staff to help him out, let alone a security guard to combat the rising tide of shoplifters that were e
ating into the little profit he was making.

Being a Thursday the store haf been quiet all day with only a few people coming in to browse, So he had spent most of the day straightening out the clothes racks and taking stock. He wondered as he noticed one of the browsers give him a look if the fact that he was guy was one of the reasons the store was not doing so well. I mean surly most women would rather have another women offering advice and assistance when choosing clothes, Rather than some 6 foot odd bloke.

He retreated behind the counter and poured over the till recipts for the past week and compared them to his stock, It was obvious he had been hit again, no matter how he tried he could not get them to match.

He glanced up as he heard someone enter the store, her red hair caught his attention, he had always be partial to redheads. He smiled warmly at her and returnd to the task at hand. Though he would glance up every now and then to see her flitting around the store browsing the racks.
 
Name: Annabelle Stewart
Age: 18
Height: 5' 5"
Hair: Long Red
Eyes: Blue
Breasts: 38B
Weight: 110 lbs.
Breasts: 38 B
Body type: Slender but toned

Annabelle walked in her favorite clothing store. It was her favorite because it was so easy to shoplift from. Sure she could easily pay for the stuff she stole but what would be the fun in that. That day she was wearing a pink top, a black pleated skirt, pantyhose, and black Mary Jane Flats, every piece of clothing she was wearing, even her underwear, came from this shop. She looked through the racks and found a lot of nice things including a really nice floral print dress. She Looked and saw the guy behind the counter wasn't looking at her, so she slipped the dress in her purse and continued looking. She walked around for a little bit and then she headed toward the door.
 
Marcus continued to watch her now and then as she moved around the store, He seemed to recognise her. He thought back trying hard to remember where he had seen her before, And then it came to him. She was the one from the tape, He had taken to watching the security tapes every night trying to pinpoint who was stealing from the store. The girl infront of him now was one of them, he had her on tape shoplifting three times in the last month alone.

He turned away from her and looked at the security monitor beneth the counter judt in time to see her swipe a dress and stuff it into her bag. She was good, She kept the racks between him and her and if he had not been watching the monitor he would never have seen it.

He looked over at her and smiled before stepping out from behind the counter and worked his way towards the door, pretending to fix the racks as he went. As she made for the exit he closed in and a second before she stepped through the open doorway he pounced, Taking a firm grasp of her wrist he pulled her back into the store "Not so fast little miss" he growled as he snatched her bag off her shoulder "I think you forgot to pay for something, Don't you".[/align]
 
Annabelle tried to get walk out the door when the guy from behind the counter, came up grabbed her wrist and pull her back in the store. "HEY!" She said as she tried to grab her purse away from the guy. "What are you talking about? If I even wanted to by any of the crap you had in here I'd pay for it..."
 
Her outburst riled Marcus and his grip around her wrist tightened his finger nails digging into her flesh. "Crap" he practicaly spat as he pulled her across the store and into the back room before finally releasing his vice like grip on her wrist.

"So how do you explain this" he asked as he empted the contents of her purse onto the floor. A smile of victory spread across his face as he picked up the floral dress and held it out before her "This just jump off the rack and into you bag did it".
 
Annabelle tried to get away from the guy as he pulled her into the back room. She sighed as he picked up the dress, she picked up her wallet, "Look, I'm sorry. She handed him a $100, "This should cover the cost of the dress..." She gathered up the rest of the contents of her purse and put them back in.
 
Marcus did a double take when she handed him the money, He looked at it and then back at her as she gathered her belongings "If you had the money..." He paused his fist closing around the money crushing it within his grasp "This is just a game to you". He throw the money back at her "Let's see if you still think its fun when the police get here".
 
"NO!" She said, "You can't call the police! My parents would cut me off if I went to jail for shoplifting! Please! I do anything!"
 
She was more afraid of losing her alloance than the police, that suprised Marcus and it gave him an idea "Maybe i should call your parentd while i'm at it" he said as he leaned against the doorframe "They could come down and pay me for that top your wearing" He gave her a knowing smile "Not to mention that skirt, those shoes, They came from my store too didn't they".

He glared at her as he considered his options 1. He could call the police 2. He could call her parents 3. He could call both. But something she said kept spinning around his head, one word, Anything.

He looked at her then the dress in his hand "You like this" he asked holding out the dress "You must have, so why don't you try it on" he added as he threw it down at her feet.
 
Annabelle didn't say anything when he asked if the rest of her clothes came from the shop, she just nodded. She didn't want to tell him that her underwear came from the store too. She picked up the dress he threw at her feet, she was a little confused, "umm OK..." She moved to the door that led back to the sales floor so she could go to the changing room to try the dress on...
 
Marcus let her take two steps towards the open doorway back into the store before he moved to block her path. "No" he said as he slowly folded his arms across his chest and drummed his fingers inpatiently "Here is fine". He gave her a challenging look "If you think i am letting you out of my sight your mistaken" he added "Now put on the dress".
 
Annabelle was stunned by his refusal to let her go into the changing room by herself. "I'm not getting half naked in front of you, you pervert!" Annabelle just stood there not moving.
 
Marcus shook his head slowly and gave her a pitiful look as she refused his request. He remained in the doorway preventing her from going anyware as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his mobile phone.

"Obviously you don't like mommy and daddy's money as much as i thought" He said as his finger pressed down on the keypad, 9-1-1. He paused and looked in her direction with his finder hovering over the send button "Last chance" he said softly with a hint of impatience "Either you put on the dress or the cops will be here in five minutes". He gave her a smile "I'm sure they will find the tapes of you shoplifting most interesting".
 
Annabelle sighed... "OK..." She pulled her top over her head... Revealing her blue satin and lace bra that she stole from the shop. Then she reached behind her back and lowered the zipper on the skirt to show him the matching bikini cut panties. Then she unbuttoned the dress and put it on. It was short sleeved and cut low enough to show just a hit of cleavage and it went town to the top of her knees. "There you happy... Pervert..."
 
His smile spread as her hands reached for the hem of her top and pulled it up over her head and let it fall. His eyes feasted on the display before him, Her smooth tanned body wetted his appitite. It had been a long time since he had seen such a youthful figure. His eyes moved to her chest and he licked his lips as he gazed longinlyat the twin mounds that made up her breasts, encased within the confins of her bra.

So intent was he on gazing at her cheast he almost missed her hands moving to her skirt, He transferef his eyes just in time to catch her skirt slip from around her waist and glide over her hip before falling to the floor. His eyes quickly moved to her crotch as she reached for the dress. The soft blue satin hugged her womenhood snuggly and he caught a slight hint of cameltoe as she quickly stepped into the dress.

"Pervert, am I" He mused as he picked up the discarded skirt and top, folding them neatly and setting them on a shelf "Perhaps I am at that" he added as he slowly reached for his crotch and adjusted his semi-hard member. He took a step towards her and slowly circled her "Very nice" he murrmerd "That dress fits you perfictly, you have good taste". He came to rest right in front of her stareing intently at the plunging neck line of the dress, "That bra belongs to me" he said softly as he raised his eyes to hers "As do those panties" He took a step back "Take them off".
 
Annabelle watched as she he picked up her top and her skirt, folded them and put them up on a shelf. Annabelle smiled when he asked for her bra and panties. She wasn't going to let him she her naked. She turned her back to him and unbuttoned some of the bottom buttons of the dress and slid the panties off her hips. Then she rebuttoned the dress and reached behind her back to unclip her bra. Then she pulled the straps of her bra out through the sleeves of the and pulled her arms out of the bra and then she reached into her cleavage and pulled out the bra. She picked up the panties and handed them and the bra to her. "You want my shoes too? Make me walk home barefoot and no underwear?"
 
He watched as she turned her back to him and reached under the dress to remove her panties, Her butt gave a delightful little sway as she pushed knickers off her hips and stepped out of them, the bra quickly followed.

"Don't get snide with me girl" he growled as he took the underware she offered him "Or I will take them" placing the bra on the shelf he lifted her panties to his nose and inhaled her aroma deeply "And that dress still belongs to me don't forget, If you want to wear that home mind your manners".

He reached for her wallet and flipped it open, his eyes glancing over a row of credit cards until he found her licence. He pulled it out and set her wallet on the shelf "Miss Annabelle Stewart, 18 years old" his raised as he read her address "Your parents must have alot of money if this where you live". He slipped her licence into his pocket and stepped over to the small desk in the corner.

It took him a moment to find what he seeked and a smile spread across his face "Time to pay for that dress" he said as he picked up a wooden ruler and slapped it down into the open palm of his other hand with a loud crack, he glanced over at her his smile widening "What to you say, one smack for every dollar you owe me ?".
 
Annabelle rolled her eyes when he sniffed her used panties. She knew the guy was a pervert. He jaw dropped when he said he wanted to spank her with a ruler for each dollar for the dress... "What are you talking about?! I gave you a $100! That's more than enough to cover the cost of the dress and the shoes! And maybe the panties! Be reasonable!" She crossed her arms.
 
He nodded at the scrunched up $100 bill on the floor where it landed when he threw it back at her. "There's your money" he said as he flexed the ruler "And since you don't have any proof of purchase..." He left the sentence unfinished and smiled.

"But perhaps your right, Perhaps I am being unreasonable" He looked at her as he thought about. "You can keep the shoes" He finally anounced "That dress is worth $60, if you want to keep wearing it, its going to cost you" he paused as he did the math's in his head "20 strokes, Thats one stroke for every $3. Now that is more reasonable is it not".
 
Annabelle sighed. She was trapped. If she refused he call her parents and the police. "Alright..." She said as she walked over to him, "How do you want to do this... Pervert..."
 
A smile of victory spread across his face as she agreed. He reached for the chair by the desk and placed in the center of the room. "Bend over the back of the chair and grab the seat" He told her as he took a few practice swings with the ruler. He waited for her to take up the position "Make yourself comfortable, i'll be right back" He stepped out onto the shop floor and crossed to the exit, pulled down the shutters and locked the door.

As he turned back towards the backroom he paused, he could see her, perfictly framed in the open doorway. Her teenage ass pointing directly towards him, the back of the dress had ridden up slighty as she bent over giving him a teasing glimps of her thighs, and knowing she was naked beneth that thin dress hightend his plesure. He stood there for a few minutes, enjoying the view and letting the tension build.

Finally he stepped back into the backroom and right up behind her placing both hands on her upturned ass, one open palm upon each cheek "20 strokes" he said softly "Count them out, loud enough so I can hear" he instructed her "And if your hands leave that seat we start from scratch, Understood".

He didn't wait for an answer, quickly taking a step to the side he raised the ruler high and swiftly brought it back down, it bit deep into her soft behind, with am audible crack that brought a smile to his face.
 
Annabelle stood there waiting for him to get back. She had never been spanked before, she was scared of this man and what he could do to her. She was about to answer him when the first smack hit her ass. She cried out, "One..."
 
Marcus noded ad he heard her count out the first stroke and raised thr ruler again. As he brought it down he aimed for the same spot on her butt, And smiled with satisfaction as the ruler struck again. He waited for the count before striking again and again and again, three strokes in as many heartbeats.

He reached with his free hand and gently caresed her ass through the thin fabric of the dress, "Are you enjoying this" he asked as he raised the ruler and delivered the sixth stroke "Is shoplifting still fun".
 
Annabelle could feel the tears forming in her eyes. "Five..." She called out... "Six... NO! I'm not enjoying this and I promise I'll never shoplift again!" Annabelle wasn't lying. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. She would never shoplift again.
 
"Good, thats nice to hear" he said as he delivered the 7th and 8th stroke. He took a step back "But its a little late, Maybe you should have thought of that before".

He set the ruler on the shelf before returning to her side and delivered the 9th stroke with his bare hand. As he waited for the count he let his hand roam freely across her rear, gently squeezing each cheek before delivering the 10th stroke.

"Halfway" he muttered under his breath and paused "Lets see how your holding up" he added as he reached for the hem of her dress and swiftly lifted it, exposing her naked ass as he bunched the fabric up around her waist.
 
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