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Caught and Punished

By Powerone

Lara didn’t know why she did it, she just did. Her father was wealthy, very wealthy so it wasn’t that she was deprived of anything. It was either a disease that drove her or the thrill of the forbidden that made her shoplift. She had been doing it since she was thirteen, almost ten years now. She was caught twice before she was sixteen, both times her father’s attorney made it go away with no record. Good thing, because since that time she was caught twice, the last time she was put on probation for two years and required to get psychological help. That was two months ago and already she was back to her old ways.

She walked into Neiman Marcus as if she belonged there, which she did. Her black hair was short, but men’s eyes never got that far. It was her body that they desired and Lara did all she could to tease and entice them. She found she could get away with a lot by dressing sexy, their eyes on her tits or ass instead of what she was slipping into her purse. Today she wore a black wrap around dress; the top left open half the way down the front of her belly. Braless, it teased men with generous, tanned cleavage and the promise of a peek at a big, brown nipple if they were patient and waited it to slip open just a bit more. She wore panties, not a thong today, but cut so short that it would have shown her bush if she had one. She loved to be shorn naked as a little girl.

She went to the ladies department, her heart set on a new pair of designer sunglasses, even though she had ten pairs now and maybe a couple pair of silk panties. She could never have enough panties. She smiled at the young girl behind the counter, waiting patiently until she had another customer, an older woman that was sure to take a long time to help. She walked casually over to the sunglasses, her eyes scanning the empty rows. She scanned for cameras and didn’t see any. This was going to be too easy.

Michael looked good in his blue blazer and gray slacks, a pullover clinging to his chest. He retired from the police department after twenty years, sick of criminals shooting at him. He was lucky, snagging the head of security at the large Neiman Marcus store last year. He had five employees working for him, only one other on duty today. They had just finished installing a high definition security system in the store, the cameras hidden in the most unsuspecting spots around the store. Michael knew something was wrong as soon as he saw her. He took a photo from the monitor, running it through the database and was not surprised to find Lara already on probation for shoplifting. He looked at her background, not surprised she came from a wealthy family. She looked the part, her dress expensive. This could prove to be an interesting day. Lara couldn’t afford to get caught again. Not even daddy’s money would keep her from jail time. He couldn’t wait to see what she would be willing to trade for her freedom. He grabbed the phone and called Jim. Jim worked for him and was with the company for over five years. He didn’t mind breaking the rules every once in a while when it came to attractive shoplifters. The courts didn’t do much to them, so it was up to them to make sure that they paid for their crimes.

“Jim, I think I got one. No, this one is mine. Can you get Rachel from the men’s department to play along? Thanks, I will call you when I am ready.” Michael hung up the phone as his eyes were glued to the monitor. It didn’t take long, not five minutes had passed before she slipped not only one pair, but two pair of sunglasses in her purse. They were both expensive. It wasn’t going to be petty theft this time. He still waited patiently like a predator, the girl going to the lingerie department and slipping five pair of very sexy panties into her purse. She smiled as she looked around, proud that she had gotten away with it. Michael pulled the tape from the console and put it on the small monitor near his desk. He got up and strolled to the exit while Jim kept her under surveillance. He saw her strutting out, her heels clicking sexily on the tile floor. He let her leave the main entrance before he moved behind.

She jumped when she felt a man’s strong grip on her arm. She had felt it before and her body shook in terror.

“Will you come with me, Ma’am,” Michael said politely. “I’m the head of Neiman Marcus security.” He didn’t say any more.

“What is this about?” Lara tried to pull her arm away from him, but he was too strong for her.

“With your record, Lara, I think you already know. Now come quietly so we don’t have a scene to worry about.”

He knew her name, so that meant he knew her record. She had looked around and never saw any cameras, but she knew she was caught. She pushed her head forward so the front of her dress pulled out, but his eyes didn’t move from her face as he swung her around until they were back in the store and heading for the elevator. They went down, a key needed to make the elevator go there. The door opened up and it looked like a warehouse on one side, a long hallway until they reached a door, with Security embedded on the faceplate. He put a key in it and pulled her inside.

He closed the door and the lock clicked automatically. “Have a seat over there,” pointing to a chair to the side of his desk. He wanted to see all of her when he was talking to her.

She checked him out. Not bad, just too old for her. Things got worse when she saw the chair, handcuffs on both of the armrests. “You don’t need those,” she said, her voice quivering as she sat down.

“Not yet,” he said, smiling as he watched her sit down. She had great legs and she made sure that he knew it. She crossed her legs, the dress pulling up high until a long expanse of tanned, long legs were visible.

“Why am I here?” She tried to remain calm, but her heart was beating a mile a minute.

“Watch.” He turned on the monitor and the tape of her shoplifting began to play. He let her see the whole thing before he shut it off.

Damn, this was worse then she expected. The other times it was only someone’s eyewitness account, which her lawyer always got enough doubt thrown in to make the sentience lenient. With her probation and this tape, she was dead.

Michael picked up the telephone, Jim answering right away. “Yes, I have this covered. You can take care of the other one. Stop by the office to pick up the paperwork.” He hung up the phone. She still hadn’t said anything, but he didn’t say anything either, letter her suffer in silence. She jumped when the buzzer to the door rang loudly. Michael pushed the button and Jim and Rachel entered.

Another security guard walked in, towing a girl in handcuffs beside him. Her face as covered in tears, her blouse opened down to two buttons, but with her arms handcuffed behind her, it only thrust her breasts out farther.

“Want me to take that one to booking too, Michael?” Jim grabbed the empty folder from Michael.

“No, not ready yet.”

“I probably wouldn’t be back today, booking is always backed up.” Jim walked up behind Rachel, his hand sliding over her ass. “Let’s go.”

“I told you no,” she stammered in protest when the hand slid over her ass.

“Yes, you did. That’s why you’re going downtown.” Jim shoved Rachel out the door, the door slamming and locking behind them.

“You have quite an illustrious background in shoplifting Lara, but I think it has finally come to a conclusion. Even daddy’s high price lawyers are not going to get you off without some serious jail time. It’s grand theft this time and you already have two strikes.” He saw her squirming in her chair.

There was only one way out of this one. Lara stood up, lacing her fingers behind her neck, bowing her elbows out to the side. She felt her naked breasts rise up, Lara arching her back until her dress was strained by her sharply pointed breasts pushing out the front. “I don’t want to get you into trouble. You should search me first. I wouldn’t resist.”

Michael got up, opened her purse, and took out the panties and the sunglasses. He looked at her, a lovely girl posed so provocatively. “I have handcuffs to restrain you, if I need them. I do love a girl that is bound.” Michael’s cock was already straining to get lose from his pants. He stood in front of her, looking down at the generous, naked cleavage that was revealed. “Are you wearing a bra?”

“Yes,” she lied. She knew the only way out of this was to let him fuck her and she was willing to do that. It didn’t take long until she felt his strong hands on her waist. She held her breath as they slowly slid up her sides, seeing in his eyes when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra, his hands beneath her armpits, fingers touching the soft sides of her naked breasts. They didn’t hesitate, moving around until both of his hands engulfed her naked breasts. She felt the fingers dig into her soft flesh, but she didn’t move away.

“I expected you to lie,” Michael said feeling her nipples beneath his fingers harden as he squeezed her young tits hard.

His hands molded and caressed her unencumbered breasts, the dress the only thing keeping his hands from her bare flesh. She stayed in the position, like a sex slave in a harem while the master tested her submissiveness. She couldn’t stop her nipples from swelling into hard rocks. He was rough, her breasts crushed beneath his large hands, but she didn’t say a word as he manhandled her.

Michael’s hands slid down to the opening of her dress. He teased a finger up her naked cleavage, goose bumps appearing on her tanned flesh. He stared in her eyes, daring her to stop him, finally his hand sliding inside to find one bare breast. She had nice, youthful, firm tits, the skin so soft. His hand slid under the soft underbelly of one tit and hefted it up higher until he could see her hard nipple pushing out the dress.

It sent a chill through her body when she felt the first touch of his hand on her bare breast. It wasn’t that his hand was cold, just an erotic tremor running through her body. It was exciting her that she was being forced to give her body to him in exchange for her freedom. Or she hoped he would exchange it. She had to make him happy. Happy with her body. His fingers teased around one of her nipples, rubbing the areola, Lara arching her back, trying to feel his fingers on her nipple. “EEEEWWW,” she cried out in alarm when his fingers touched her nipple. Not a soft caress, but powerful fingers pinching it until she felt the pain-lacing deep into her chest.

He laughed a throat laugh when he heard her cry out. “You have to pay for your crime, Lara. You have to be punished.” He twisted her nipple, loving the way the rubbery tip felt in his pinching fingers. Still, she didn’t try to back away, but she bit her lip and her eyes showed the pain he was inflicting on her nipple. He released it, but his hand pulled her bare breast out of her dress, looking down to see the young, firm flesh in the light of day. She might cry out from the pain of having her nipple pinched, but it was hard and pointed in spite of it or maybe because of it.

His fingers rolled her nipple until it betrayed her, the pain turning quickly to pleasure. As soon as it grew bigger, his fingers would pinch it, twisting and yanking it harshly until she cried out in pain. Only then would he return to caressing and teasing it back to hardness. She didn’t know which she looked forward to, the pain or the pleasure, both of them mixing together. He kept it up until both of her breasts were bared to him, her dress pushed to the side, her nipples aching for his touch as she stood submissively before him. She arched her back and thrust them out farther when he wet his fingers. He touched the wetness to her nipples, then blowing on them, the tips swelling in unexpected pleasure as if his mouth was sucking on them. She looked down, his cock jutting out the front of his pants, wanting so much to reach down and touch it.

Michael released her nipples, but left them bare and hanging out of her dress. “Bend over the chair so I can search the rest of you.” He watched as she went behind the chair, her hands moving to the front as she bent over the low back of the chair. “No, the other way, Lara. Straddle the front of the chair with your legs and then bend over.”

She moved to the front of the chair, standing up on her toes so she could get her legs spread wide enough to straddle the armrests on the chair. She could barely touch her feet to the ground, bending over deep, her body almost bent in two, her hair fanned out in front of her. She grew a little dizzy as the blood rushed to her head, her bare breasts hung shamelessly down almost in her face. She felt her dress slip over her ass and she bent over, her legs spread obscenely. She was at least glad that she wore panties instead of a thong. He was making sure that she wouldn’t be able to close her legs no matter what he did to her. That scared her even more. Her crotch ached from the wide spread of her legs.

“Your dress doesn’t do much good now, Lara.” He reached around and pulled it from her body until she was clad only in the briefest panties. With the wide spread of her legs, they left little to the imagination.

This was happening too fast. Almost naked and bent and spread over a chair; she had lost control of the situation and she feared that more than anything else.

“CRAACCK!” Michael slapped one of her cheeks with his hands, her panties pulled to the center, leaving lots of white flesh available. Her cheek turned a pretty pink from his hand. She yelped, but held still. He didn’t wait, striking her other cheek, the crack of his hand on her naked flesh sounding like the report of a gun in the small room.

“EEEWWW,” she hissed through clenched teeth when he spanked her. It burned, a fiery feeling in her buttocks, her muscles clenching and unclenching uncontrollably, Lara unable to control her muscles. She jumped each time his hand touched her buttocks, but they were soft and caressing as though he was feeling the heat of the blow in her flesh. Five times, he spanked her ass cheeks, a tear ran down her cheek when he finally stopped. It burned and ached, but her pussy had soaked her panties, shamed at what he was doing to her.

He watched her pussy from behind, Lara getting on her toes higher as the painful spread of her legs continued. It only enhanced her position, her ass arched up as if she was asking to be fucked from behind. Her cheeks were a deeper red now, but he could smell her arousal. She might cry out, but her pussy was enjoying the submission. She jerked when he first touched her naked ass, but her buttocks soon relaxed as he began to fondle and caress her flesh. His fingers slid along the edge of her panties, then back up the center of the tightly stretched panties until he could feel the heat of her sex through the thin material.

His hands and fingers were everywhere. The panties hid nothing from him, his fingers sliding down her crack, starting at her pussy, feeling the wetness flowing profusely from her over stimulated sex. She shivered in lust when they slid up her crack; the unexpected quiver of the excited muscles in her anus as his fingers paused too long, then sliding back down. Her buttocks clenched erotically as his fingers pinched the lips of her pussy and yanked on them as she moaned in pleasure.

He ripped off her panties until she was naked and spread. “Yes, now I can tell if you are hiding anything. Almost.” His fingers began to explore her naked flesh, her thighs trying to clench tight, but the chair kept her limbs spread obscenely. He pulled her pussy lips open from behind, her shorn mound oily with her juices as he pinched tighter and spread her open until he could peer inside the dark, tight hole. Her pussy was slick and shiny with her juices. He gathered up some of her moisture, and lubricated her sweat-drenched crack, paying special attention to the dark, brown asshole that looked as if it were winking at him each time his finger touched the tight muscle of her anus.

She never felt as much shame as she did now. Naked, his hands touched her in all the forbidden places. He humiliated her with his fingers, drawing her arousal from her body until his fingers were slick with her juices. She tried to clench her buttocks tight as the finger slid up her crack, but she was defenseless as the wet, slick finger rubbed over the tight knot of her virgin hole. Her body couldn’t stay still, humping the hard chair as he masturbated her unmercifully.

“AAAGGH,” Lara finding her pussy suddenly impaled on two fingers, stretching her open as they plunged into the depths of her tight hole. She felt them stretching open inside her as if he was going to peer into her hole.

“Nothing in there, but hot, tight and wet,” he joked, three fingers fucking her pussy as she humped up and down. He shoved his fingers in deep until his knuckles were stretching her opening wider, then spread them until he was satisfied with her groan of pain. “Now the other.” He pushed his hand on her naked back to keep her pinned down, sliding one finger deep into her rectum as her head rose up and she screamed in shame. He twisted his finger in her asshole, her muscles clenching as they tried to force the invader out. “Nothings been in there before, Lara.”

She was violated in her backside, his hand holding her down as a thick finger shoved painfully through her anal ring, burning as the tip of his finger bent and pushed harshly against the soft walls of her rectum. Her muscles went into spasms, Lara humiliated that she was giving him such pleasure with her clenching. The finger twisted and turned inside her, Lara feeling the knuckles of his finger rubbing against the elastic walls of her asshole. She finally felt relief when his finger pulled out, her anus fluttering before it finally snapped shut. Her body was tense as she waited, afraid that more fingers would return and then painful stretching would begin again.

“I should fuck you in the ass. You’re so hot and tight back there; it would give me a good ride.” He was ready to fuck her. He tapped her between her legs, just a light tap on her pussy, feeling the noise as his hand hit the wet flesh. She didn’t move, Michael tapping her pussy with his hand a little harder. She jumped a bit, but she didn’t murmur a word of protest.

He touched her pussy from behind, then again, but it was not a touch, more of a tap. A third tap, this one harder, almost like he was spanking her pussy. She didn’t say a word afraid he would take up on his threat of sodomizing her. His finger hurt enough, sure that a cock in her ass would split her up the middle.

“Smack!” The sound was a sickening wet thud as Michael’s hand slapped her pussy. All Lara could think about was how much it stung when he spanked her ass. Was he working up to the same thing with her pussy? Who would think of doing such a thing to a woman? It was the most delicate part of her body and Michael was abusing it. “SSmaack!” He struck her harder, feeling a strange tingling in her pussy lips as his fingers sought out the inner lips of her pussy and attacked them. He continued to spank her pussy, his fingers harsh as they pushed aside her lips and attacked her inner pussy like a swarm of angry bees. She was jerked up with each blow, the sickening smack of his hand hitting her wet flesh ringing out in the room. It felt like hours before he stopped, her pussy tingling with a strange pleasure.

Her pussy was wet and red, Michael enjoying the punishing slaps on her flesh. He stopped, but his hands moved between her cheeks, one hand pulling her cheeks apart and holding her open while the other spanked the tiny brown hole until it was swollen and red from the abuse. She was sobbing when he stopped.

She heard him getting undressed behind her, his zipper sliding down noisily. She didn’t dare turn around, feeling the hot flesh of a cock sliding up and down her slit. She felt the thick head pushed against her pussy, bracing herself for the inevitable. “TTTTOOO HAARRRD!” He shoved his cock inside her, the monster flesh ripping her open. It felt like he was trying to drive it into her belly. Thankful that she was wet, it still hurt when he slapped hard against her spanked pussy from behind, the head of his cock bruising her cervix when he reached the depth of her pussy.

He grunted as he used all his strength to enter her, burying his cock inside her. He didn’t give her time to get used to it, drawing out and then shoving back inside her. He grabbed the mane of her hair and yanked her back onto his cock as he fucked her hard and deep. “I told you that you needed to be punished. Punished with my cock.” He began to ride her fast and hard, his cock burning up and down her tight pussy.

She was being spread from the inside, his rock hard cock pushing aside all her muscles to fuck her. It hurt at first, but she was getting used to it. She was never filled so full, never fucked so hard as what Michael was doing to her. He pounded into her for ten minutes, ten minutes of brutal fucking, but Lara felt the pleasure building in her body. Her crotch ached from being split up the middle for so long, but the cock inside her was touching her in places that never were touched before. He was using her only for his own pleasure, but Lara knew that she would soon cum. Not even the finger that pierced her virgin asshole could dampen her lust, feeling it moving inside her along side the cock that split her up the middle. His sweat was dripping down onto her back, but his hips never let up, fucking her furiously until she heard him, his body stiffening when he plunged deep inside her. She could feel the head swell in lust and then she was flooded with a powerful jet of cum inside her as they finger screwed inside her rectum. That is all she needed, cumming loudly, her pussy milking his cock as he continued to spew his cum inside her. “Cum in me!” She screamed in ecstasy as their cum mixed inside her. It took long minutes before they both finished, his cock shrinking inside her until her muscles pushed it out, cum running down her thighs.

Michael stood back as she struggled to get off the chair. Her muscles were cramped for too long, Lara posing not very lady like as she spread her legs wider to get off the arms of the chair. She could barely walk as she went over to pick up her dress. “Not yet, Lara. On the desk on all fours.”

She looked at him, hoping that it was over, but his cock was already beginning to grow again. She didn’t know if she could take another pounding like that, but she climbed onto the desk and got on all fours, her naked breasts dangling beneath her. She spread her legs and arched her ass up into the air, hoping to end this as soon as possible. She put her head down on the desk submissively as she waited to be penetrated from behind again. Michael moved behind her, but then he continued to walk until he was standing in front of her.

He grabbed her hair and yanked her head up, seeing the tears in her eyes as he yanked out follicles of hair.

It felt like he was trying to tear out all of her hair. She looked up through tear-stained eyes to come face to face with his cock. It was already rigid and long, his hand stroking it in front of her face. It dawned on her suddenly. “NO! NO, I never did that before!” A hand slapped the side of her face, not very hard, just enough to demand her obedience. She felt the wet head of his cock painting her clenched lips until they were wet with their juices. Fingers dug into the corner of her mouth until Lara felt the smooth head of his cock slipping between her lips, her mouth forced open as more and more of his filthy cock was forced into her mouth. She tasted the foul cum sliding over her tongue, trying to move it out of the way, making the cock jerk in her mouth against the roof of her mouth.

“There you go, Lara. A mouthful of cock should shut you up. Let me feel your tongue go to work on it. You have a lot of sucking to do until I’m ready to cum. Cum in your mouth so you can swallow it all. Only then will your crime be redeemed.” Michael gripped the side of her head and began to rock her back and forth on his cock as her reluctant tongue went to work on him.

She gulped furiously as he finally came in her mouth. It must have been a half an hour, his cock never leaving her mouth, her tongue tired and her lips swollen. She kneeled on the desk as he fucked her mouth like her pussy, hard and furious. He made her choke and gag when he shoved his cock down her throat, pulling her onto his cock until his wiry hairs tickled her lips and nose. She choked on his pubic hairs as they her tongue, but nothing was as bad as the cum. It was thick and salty, covering her teeth and gums with the crème as her tongue was forced to coax it from the head. Nothing could have prepared her for when he came in her mouth. Her cheeks ballooned from the first load of cum, Lara choking as the first load slid slowly down into her bell. Before she could empty her mouth, a second load was dumped inside, shooting out her nose as he came profusely inside her. Four times, he came in her mouth until her belly groaned with the thick crème that sat heavily inside her. He made her lick his cock clean before she could spit it out, bending over as she coughed. Her throat was sore, her jaws aching but she was finished. She finally got her clothes, putting the dress on.

Michael handed her the sunglasses and panties that she took. “You deserve this for what you did. We just have one bit of unfinished business.”

She looked at him, a shocked look on her face. “No, we’re finished.”

“Be here tomorrow at six. Then I’ll give you the tape and we will be finished.” His cock was already getting hard.

“What do I have to do?” She was still trapped until she got the tape back.

“I’m going to warm up your pussy with another spanking. I have a nice riding crop that you’ll love. Then I’m going to take your in your ass. You’re going to show me how nice you can milk the cum from my balls with the tight muscles of your asshole. Then I’ll reward you with a nice sperm enema. Now don’t be late, I wouldn’t want to have to call Captain Murphy at the precinct and tell him.

She could barely walk as she left the store, the hard fucking taking a toll on her. Tomorrow would be much worse. She could still feel his fingers inside her asshole, but it would be nothing to that thick, long cock. She knew he wouldn’t be gentle. He would sodomize her for his own pleasure and he expected her to do all the work, to milk his cock until he shot his foul cum into a hole that was never built to take a cock or cum. She knew she would be back. She had to pay for her crime.

The End