Pay back!

That was the word rattling around in his mind as he walked slowly and thoughtfully through the store.

Pay back through a little pain and humiliation. That was what he was hoping to achieve in the next few moments.

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the security alarm at the main check-out. It looked like his plan was already in motion.

He began his working life in the Police. It was all he ever wanted to do. However, the paperwork and endless diversity training made him disillusioned and, after 15 years, he handed in his notice.

As he completed his notice period, a friend alerted him to the advertisement for a job as Deputy Security Manager at the University. He successfully applied and loved his years there. Good pay, good colleagues and a good supply of young girls to watch and have flirty chats with.

However, budget cuts were required and he again found himself taking voluntary redundancy. He and his boss tried to talk to management and HR about the problems the cuts would bring but it seemed to them that no one wanted to know. He left feeling bitter and rejected.

Another job quickly fell into his lap via an old Police contact. He became Security Manager at the Department store next to the University.

Again, he fitted in well and enjoyed the work. Less pretty girls to chat with but he was allowed a lot of freedom by the store manager and he began to develop his own pleasing way of dealing with some of the shoplifters who came into his office. His good relationship with the Police helped him to be seen to be successful as the usual suspects were speedily taken away. The PCs and PCSOs were rewarded with regular gifts and an endless supply of tea and sandwiches.

He dealt privately with some of the young women who tried their luck as shoplifters. A blond Australian backpacker was his first case. She tried to take two very skinny pairs of jeans out in her bag of food purchases. He took her into his office and offered her a choice of the Police or a spanking. Quite cheerfully she dropped her shorts to receive eight firm slaps from his leather strap.

Two sixth formers from the local private school were next to go over his desk, each receiving six strokes from his cane on their white knickers. They were just pleased that the school was not to be told. Later that week a young woman in her mid-20s willingly touched her toes to escape a night in the cells.

It was a week after this that he first saw her in the store. The blond hair and smart suit. Her beauty. Her lovely figure. The very busy, bustling approach, taking a call as she paid for her goods. As the Deputy Chief Executive at the University, she led the redundancy process. She had not wanted to listen to the Security Team’s case and she had cut redundancy pay to a statutory minimum.

His mind began to roll around the idea of some payback and a bit of fun for himself. He checked the CCTV of the items she bought with her till receipt. All was in order but he would watch and wait. She came in most Tuesday and Thursday lunchtimes. On Tuesdays it was for lunch purchases but Thursday seemed to be her day to walk around the clothing, jewelry and cosmetics floors. He watched her every move for two weeks and particularly enjoyed her purchase of a pair of red and black lace panties.

He began to draw up a plan. He researched her on the internet and found out that, as well as her post at the University, she was heavily involved in local politics and hoping to stand as a councillor at the coming election. That was a clear point of vulnerability, he reasoned. He then timed and staged a quite spectacular Police arrest of two shoplifters for the time of her regular Thursday browsing and was pleased to see that she was watching closely as the incident unfolded. She now knew that the store meant business and that the Police could be relied on to attend if called. The plan was almost complete.

He decided that the next Thursday would be the day. The evening before he removed a tiny but expensive bracelet with a discreet security tag from the shelves. Next day he watched her come into the store as usual at about 12.30 and make her way to the clothing and jewelry sections. He shut off the CCTV to the clothing floor, grabbed the bracelet and walked steadily up towards her. She was on a call but at the same time rifling through a row of jeans looking for her size. He slipped quickly past her and dropped the bracelet, silently, into her open handbag.

The check-out alarm sent shivers down his spine. He knew Andy was on duty there and could be relied upon to do his work thoroughly. A few moments later, now back in his office, he got the call he expected from Andy explaining the situation at the checkout. “Bring her up to me!” he said triumphantly.

So, there she was, sitting across the desk from him. He took his time with the conversation. She did not seem to recognize him from the University but vehemently denied all knowledge of the bracelet in her bag. She began to get upset and frenzied. He stayed calm and quietly kept on pointing to the facts. Finally, he faced her with the choice. The Police, a possible night in the cells, a criminal record, loss of her job and reputation, or some pain and humiliation at his hands and then going free.

It was not a choice really and she soon began to ask hesitantly what he had in mind. He told her that she would see in due course but for now she was to stand up. She did so reluctantly and resisted as he handcuffed her behind her back. She smelt beautiful and he took a moment to look her fully up and down before getting out his phone and snapping her mugshot, handcuffed and grimacing.

Immediately he sent her to stand facing the wall. He then removed her handcuffs and told her firmly to take off her black suit jacket. She complied folding it neatly on the floor beside her. Next, he told her to drop her skirt. She began to ease the side zip down and forced it over her hips until it fell to the ground. She now stood facing the wall, clad only in small black lace panties and a white blouse.

Time for some more humiliation, he thought, before the real pain began. He told her to walk round and face the desk. He came up behind her and ran his hands all over her body, searching for the other items she might have stolen, but knowing they would not be there. He lingered over her breasts as she resisted, then moved his hand slowly inside her panties, feeling the softness and the heat of her soon to be strapped buttocks.

“Bend over,” he shouted. She complied instantly reaching her arms out to rest her body on the wooden table which cut into the top of her thighs. “You must stay in position,” he said as he went to unlock his cabinet to pick up his leather strap. It was fierce and painful and it cut into her panty clad buttocks for two stinging cuts. There was no need for the panties to come down as they offered little protection to her beautiful bottom. Two more resounding cracks echoed across the room.

She was now lying full length across the desk, gripping the far edge and crying quietly. She was taking it well though, he noted, although she was obviously disorientated. However, she complied immediately, if a little unsteadily, as he ordered her to stand up.

Rather than press on with the punishment, he thought it was time to play a little game, He picked up the strap and walked behind her, putting his hands on her to feel the heat from her bruised bottom. He enjoyed the fact that she could not see what he was doing.

He asked her how much she thought the bracelet was worth. She protested that she had no idea as she had never seen it before it came out of her bag at the check-out. She also began to claim that she had been set up and would be taking this further when she got out of the store.

He calmly told her that he was happy to let the Police come to interview her if she wanted but pointed out that he knew all the local PCs well and he could assure her that she would certainly be interviewed at the Police Station and probably leave the store in handcuffs for a night in the cells.

She protested no more, so he told her that the value of the bracelet was £360, and he intended to give her one more lash with the strap for every £60 of its value. He left her working out the maths and set to work. The answer she was looking for was six, but her brain was too overworked to get to this answer.

Crack! The first lash caught her unawares and was followed by five more whacks. Finally, she was given one extra lash for jumping up and holding her bottom after being warned about this earlier.

A final run of his hands over the now very marked and red buttocks and then he told her to get up, get dressed and get out.

Ten minutes later he sat down to review the CCTV footage he had taken of the scene in his office and reflected on payback well and truly achieved.

The End

© Katherine Jones 2025