Summary:
A store employee catches a young woman shoplifting a compact and offers her a choice between police involvement or private discipline in his office. She accepts a spanking instead of formal charges. Days later she returns, this time taking lipsticks on camera. The employee confronts her again, and she chooses to accept more personal consequences rather than involving authorities. What begins as a disciplinary encounter turns into a consensual intimate exchange where she reveals her desire for his particular form of attention.
Here is your Story: I Caught the Shoplifter Virgin in My Office
I was the only employee in the store on a Sunday afternoon. The place was dead, with customers few and far between. I noticed right away when a pretty young woman walked in and started looking around. She looked about eighteen, with a very full bust and a shapely figure. Her clothes showed off that bust nicely.
With no one else around, I kept an eye on her. She moved through a few aisles and spent extra time in cosmetics. My look turned sharper when she slipped a compact into her purse. She headed for the doors with nothing in her hands. I hit the lock switch. The doors stayed shut when she reached them.
She glanced around, startled. I walked up behind her and smiled. “Excuse me, miss,” I said. “Could I check your purse?”
“What? No way. What’s in my purse is my business.”
“It’s my business because you slipped that compact into it. We can talk in the back room, or you can wait here for the police. Your choice.”
She stared at me. “You wouldn’t call them.”
“I would. It breaks up a slow day. Let’s go.” I pointed toward the back.
She walked slowly, looking unhappy. I flipped the “back in twenty minutes” sign and followed. In the office I pointed to the visitor chair and took the better one.
“So, what’s your name and how old are you?” I asked.
“What does that matter?”
“Under eighteen, I call your parents. Eighteen or older, you pick. I handle it here or I call the cops. Which is it?”
“I’m Megan. I’m eighteen. What happens if you handle it?”
“You bend over that desk and I take it from there.”
She studied me for a moment, then stood and leaned over the desk. I got up and moved beside her. I had no plans to force anything. I would stop if she looked ready to panic. I lifted her dress. She wore grown-up panties. I ran my hand over her bottom. She flinched but stayed quiet.
I slid the panties down and stroked her bare skin. My hand slipped between her legs and squeezed. She breathed harder but did nothing to stop me. My fingers moved between her lips and found an intact hymen. A virgin. I pulled my hand back, then gave her a firm spank. She let out a small cry.
I followed with a few more solid smacks.
“You’re lucky I don’t enjoy breaking in silly young virgins,” I said. “You’re a fool and a bad thief. Pull your panties up and don’t shoplift here again.”
She straightened her clothes, face red, and stormed out. I followed more slowly. At the door she turned.
“Will you open it?”
“Since you asked nicely.” I hit the unlock switch and flipped the sign back to open. She left in a rush. I wondered when she would notice the compact was back on the shelf.
Unexpected Visit
She came in a couple of days later with a woman who had to be her mother. Megan glanced at me, face flushed, then looked away. She behaved the whole visit. She returned several times after that, buying small things and skipping any theft attempts.
Another Sunday afternoon rolled around, quiet as before. Megan came in just before closing. She picked up a few items and paid at the register. Before she reached the door I spoke.
“What about the lipsticks in your purse?”
She froze, cheeks pink. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“I saw you put them in there.”
“You couldn’t have. You weren’t even watching.”
“You’re blind and slow. What do you think those black things on the ceiling are?”
She looked up. Cameras covered the store. I had watched the whole thing on the feed. I locked the door, flipped the sign to closed, and nodded toward the back room. She walked ahead, shoulders slumped.
Once inside she spun around. “You’re not spanking me again.”
“No point if it didn’t work last time. This time I’m dropping my rule about not touching gullible virgins. Bend over or I call the police. Second offense.”
She gave me a long look, then leaned over the desk. I lifted her dress again. The panties were the same style. I stroked her bottom and she stayed still. I slid the panties down and touched her. My fingers moved between her lips. She was still intact, but this time I kept going. I dragged my nails lightly over her skin and she jerked. A finger brushed near her clit and she made a choked sound. I kept rubbing and pressing. She stayed hot and wet. When I touched her hymen she squealed.
She was breathing fast now. “Just do it, damn you,” she said. “Do it.”
I took her at her word. I pressed in slowly. She groaned when I broke through, then sighed as I sank all the way. “About time,” she breathed. “I’ve been waiting since last week.”
I kept moving, starting easy because it was her first time. She pushed back to meet me. We found a steady pace and stayed with it. She grew louder, urging me on. I drove harder. She came hard, and I followed right after. She sagged against the desk, catching her breath. I leaned over her.
“So, Megan. What are you really doing?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said, not looking at me.
“Yes you do. Want another spanking to help you talk?”
“No.” She sighed. “My parents have money. They care about appearances, not me. If I mess up they pay to fix it and move on. You yelled. You spanked me. You could have gone further last week but you didn’t. I couldn’t stop thinking about that. I decided I liked how you handled me. So I pushed you into finishing what you started. And I’m glad.”
She paused. “I’m not stupid. I saw the cameras.”
I had nothing to add. We talked a little longer. She seemed lonely and needed someone to listen. I offered a bit of advice. She left smiling. I figured she would be back. I was already sure of it.
