Mr. Brownlow meets Rosey - Don Brown
The buzzer went and Mr. Brownlow looked at his CT screen.
Harry, the young burley security guard was on the trail of a blonde girl.
He grabbed her arm securely and marched her like a convict through the precinct towards the store. The automatic doors opened like the mouth of a predator as if to welcome its prey.
Harry took her to the back of the store and into the stock room to the staircase.
He gripped tighter as he led her to the first floor, they passed 3 closed doors until they reached one clearly labelled, Jon D. Brownlow – Store Manager.
Harry knocked on the door, “Come in”
Harry entered with the young girl and she was sat quite roughly on the old chair in front of Mr. Brownlow`s large oak desk.
She set off the alarm Mr. Brownlow so as per my instructions I apprehended her and well, here she is.
What have you to say young lady, why would the alarm set off just as you were walking through it?
I have no idea at all.
Maybe a look in your handbag may give us a clue, EMPTY IT GIRL
With trembling hands she upturned her bag onto the desk.
To her amazement a Sara Berman studded suede clutch bag fell out, complete with alarm tag and the £157 price tag.
Well, well, well, what have we found here, a common shoplifter!
How old are you girl, 14, 15?
No, I`m 18 and I have no idea how the bag……………………………….oh
Oh?
I think I know how it happened.
Mr. Brownlow leant forward in a mocking fashion, oh pray tell.
Well whilst I was shopping a lady in front of me in a brown suit tripped and fell and I remember looking at the clutch bag, I must have accidentally slipped it in my bag as I helped her to her feet, sorry.
Sorry, she says Harry, they both laughed.
Whats your name girl?
Rosey Town
Mr. Brownlow picked up the phone, well Rosey Town lets see what the police make of your story, he started to dial.
No please sir, please don’t ring the police, please.
Mr. Brownlow`s cock twitched, I`m listening.
Please sir, please don’t call the police my parents are quite old, and very strict, I don’t want to upset them she said through tearful eyes.
Maybe I should ring you father, what would he do if he were here now?
Rosey looked down and blushed.
Mr. Brownlow picked up the phone again, well if you don’t answer…………
Spank me sir, daddy would spank me.
Oh he would would he?
Yes sir, please sir, I`ll do anything.
Well, we may be able to deal with this in house, he looked at Harry, that will be all Harry, I`ll deal with it from here, I`ll call you if I need you.
Harry smiled at Mr. Brownlow and tapped Rosey on her shoulder, do as Mr. Brownlow tells you or I`ll be called back in, and you would not like that, and he left.
Mr. Brownlow`s cock grew and grew as they talked, he moved his hand into his pocket and re adjusted his shaft.
So your daddy spanks you does he?
Yes sir
What else?
His belt sir and sometimes his cane sir.
So Rosey Town, your choice, I call the police, or I deal with you here and now in the tradition of your father, a spanking?
Rosey, mumbled, please sir would you punish me with a spanking
Of course I will child, so lets get started, he walked to the back of the room and removed a cane from the tall cupboard.
2 or 3 fresh air shots whistled through the air, Rosey winced.
Stand up and position yourself over the desk, if you move a single item I`ll double what I intend to give you.
Rosey stood and stretched herself over the desk, experience told her to grip the other side.
Again the whistle of the cane made her tremble and then she heard Mr. Brownlow place the cane onto the desk.
He lifted her skirt right up her back and made sure it would not fall down with the whipping he had in mind for her.
Her white knickers pulled tight over her slender girly bottom.
Each side of her knickers and down the back of her legs had tell tale signs of a recent caning.
Mr. Brownlow rubbed them, still slightly raised and a light purple in colour, his right hand went down the front of his trousers and he rubbed his cock, such a small young bottom to deal with, what a lovely early Christmas present.
He stood back and noticed the wetness between crutch of Rosey`s knickers.
So girl, explain the stripes he instructed as he spanked a cheek.
I will spank you with my hand to warm you up, now answer.
Rosey jumped forward, please sir, it was my maintenance.
Maintenance?
Yes sir, every Sunday morning I lay over 3 pillows on my bed and daddy takes off his belt and whips my bare bottom, then I get a stripe for every year of my life sir, that’s 18.
Mr. Brownlow increased his spanking and she rubbed on the office desk, looking for something, anything to rub her swollen clit on.
Then what girl?
I have to stand in the corner, hands on head till daddy says I can move and rub my bottom.
And if you move before he says?
I lay back over the pillows sir, and get a repeat plus 10 more with his cane sir.
Mr. Brownlow moved down the backs of Rosey`s legs with his spanks, and that happens every Sunday morning when you have been naughty.
Rosey was sobbing now, not naughty sir, maintenance, daddy says every little girl has maintenance until she is married, to remind her of his place.
So what if you are naughty?
Bare bottomed spanking sir, wherever I am.
Wherever?
Yes sir, last week I answered back in Wallmart and daddy left the trolley in the aisle and took me behind the store, lowered my knickers and spanked me till I cried and apologised.
It was so embarrassing too sir, guys were out their having a smoke and cheered as he lowered my knickers.
Mr. Brownlow stopped the spanking.
She felt his fingers in the waistband of her knickers as they were gently lowered, she instinctively raised up for the lowering.
Mr. Brownlow lowered them to the floor and saw and felt how wet they were. He stepped back and sat on a stool at the back of his office and stared at her crimson bottom, he stood up and walked forward, and opened her legs with his foot, then sat down again.
Rosey arched her back and pushed her bottom up and pussy out, her protruding lips glistening.
He unzipped quietly and pulled out his cock. It was fully enlarged, some 8 inch, and he rubbed it along its shaft. How he wanted to split that young girls lips and ram against her burning bottom.
He put his cock away, zipped up and after what seamed like an age he spoke, stand up.
Rosey stood at once.
Strip girl, I wish to whip your bottom whilst you are naked, you must learn obedience, and a sound beating should always remind you to pay for your goods.
Rosey removed her blouse and unclipped her blouse. She felt his eyes burning into her as her young, her well developed tits bounced free. He notice her tiny pink nipples which stood on end like beacons on a hillside.
He stood and moved his stool to the centre of the room, over you go he instructed.
She willingly lowered herself over and gripped 2 legs tightly.
Her legs wide open with her protruding pussy lips raised high almost on a level with her bum cheeks.
Please sir, I`m so sorry, it was truly an accident, please don’t whip my bottom, its so sore from your spanking.
Because you had to have Harry chase you I am going to bring him in to witness your 18 strokes of the cane.
Rosey gulped as she screwed up her eyes on her tearstained face.
Mr. Brownlow picked up the phone and called Harry to his office.
Harry knocked and Mr. Brownlow opened the door.
Harry bulged up in an instant and both men laughed, so this is how you treat shoplifters Mr. Brownlow.
Yes, I want you to witness her punishment.
Both men saw the wetness running down her inner thighs as Mr. Brownlow administered the first six strokes in rapid succession, perfectly spaced.
The next six even harder brought Rosey`s bottom up to meet each stroke.
Her final six were maybe the hardest she had ever taken, that will be all Harry as Mr. Brownlow closed the door behind him.
He walked towards Rosey and let the cane touch her pussy lips, she pushed against it hard and came with a scream and a trembling she had never experienced before.
Mr. Brownlow rubbed her bottom and slapped her soaking lips with his palm.
Get up girl, now kneel down, she was down and mouth open as he finished the sentence.
Mr. Brownlow unleashed his cock and placed it on her tongue and she took him in. he worked her mouth and cheeks hard and shot into her mouth, she gagged, it was her first time, but swallowed.
He left it in her mouth until he went slack then pulled out.
She licked his shaft and sucked of some late arriving cum.
He took her arm and stood her up, nipping her still taught nipples he passed her bra and she put it on, then her blouse, skirt and knickers.
Now Rosey Taylor, I`m not sure you have learnt fully your lesson.
No sir
You will return here next Friday evening as the store closes, 6.00pm
Yes sir
You will not wear any underwear and I will put you over my knee and spank you.
Yes sir
Then you will ask for Mr. Brownlow`s belt.
Yes sir, sir!
Yes Rosey?
Will you whip my bare bottom with your belt sir.
Yes I will girl, I will also whip those pussy lips of yours for cumming without asking.
Yes sir
As Rosey was leaving Mr. Brownlow told her 2 more instructions.
When she got home she would tell her daddy she had been punished for shoplifting and would he take his belt to her.
Yes sir, I would have anyway, I always tell daddy when I have been naughty, and the second thing sir?
You will be deliberately naughty on Friday and arrive here fully, freshly striped.
Yes sir
Rosey took the steps back into the storeroom, just before she got off them Harry stood in her way.
Lift up your skirt.
Yes sir
His big hand went into the front of her white knickers and he began to finger the young girl on the steps.
He took her hand and pulled down his zipper, she readily pulled out his cock, she came and he continued her finger fuck as she wanked his huge cock.
Rosey unbuttoned the top of her blouse and pulled out her tits over her bra and offered her erect nipples to Harry’s mouth, he bit, she cum
She came twice more from his skilful fingers and mouth and as she felt him tense she knelt and took his big cock in her tiny mouth.
He was very gentle for a big man, he could have easily choked her but he eased back as he shot down her throat.
Finished he helped her to his feet and gave her nipples a final nip.
As she buttoned up he led her to the door, unlocked it and let her out.
Rosey walked through the quiet mall to the North entrance.
Well did it happen like a I said?
Oh yes Penny
And when are you going back?
Friday
Did Harry finger you?
Oh yes
And have you any tasks?
Yep, strapped when I get home and caned before I go back on Friday.
Told you didn’t I?
You did Penny, it was all you said and more!!!!
Rosey meets Mr. Brownlow - jj Brown
Rosey’s heart was beating fast as the security guard escorted her back into the shop. What was he doing? Why was he holding her arm so tightly, treating her as if she was some common thief.
Her mind raced knowing there would be bruises which she would have explain to her parents.
She tried to pull away from him but it was no use he was big and not the type you would mess with. Finally back in the store and seated in the Manager’s office Rosey soon was to discover why she was dragged back inside in such a humiliating way.
"What have we here?", he announced with a grin on his face, as he pulled a ‘Sara Berman’ studded suede clutch purse from her handbag. He beamed with delight looking down at his newly found felon.
The Store Manager sat across the desk and frowned as he saw his £157.00 merchandise placed on his table. "What do you have to say for yourself young lady?" He demanded.
Rosey blushed and stuttered as she quickly tried to recall how this clutch purse got into her bag.
"It was an accident," she protested, "honest it was." Now pleading for the Manger to believe her story.
Stuttering she began again….
"The lady in the store, the one dressed in the brown twin suit. Well she tripped, as I was looking at this purse. I immediately ran to help her and I must have dropped it in my handbag by mistake in my haste."
She was bewildered, but believed that this was the only explanation for the purse to be there. Had she known it was there she would never have tried to leave the store with it in her bag she explained, especially knowing that it would set off store security alarms.
"I will have to telephone the police young lady that story seems very far fetched to me." The Manager said, still looking very stern and unimpressed by Rosey’s beseeching explanation. "That purse costs just too much money for me to let this incident go unpunished."
Rosey closed her eyes wishing that she could make a run for it out of there, but she knew that she could not fit past the door with that huge security guy filling it almost entirely.
"Please Sir" she begged. "Please don’t ring the police." She was crying now as she could imagine the heart ache she would cause her parents if she were taken to the police station.
"Well miss." the Manager said. "We may be able to deal with this ‘in-house’." Looking up at the security guard.
"That will be all Harry, I’ll take it from here." He nodded to the big guy and asked him to close the door on leaving.
The Manager looked across his desk to Rosey and said. "Should I ring your parents or would you like me to deal privately with you about this dreadful thing you have done?"
"Please Sir," she said lips quivering. "Please Sir, don’t ring my parents, they are elderly and could not cope with this news at all."
"Very well young lady, then I shall punish you as I would my own daughter had she been discovered shop-lifter then shall I?"
Rosey nodded, wondering what she had let herself in for.
The Manger stood up from his desk and walked over to the cupboard and retrieved a long thin cane, he whipped it through the air several times as if reliving a past memory, each time a whistle came from it causing Rosey to wince.
"It has been a while since I’ve had to use this", the Manager said looking over his silver rimmed spectacles that were sitting on his rather large hooked shaped nose and making him look older than he actually was.
Rosey looked at him and wondered if he was married and shivered at the thought of ever ending married to someone like him.
He whipped the cane through the air again only this time he was standing right in front of her. She jumped.
"Stand up and bend over my desk." He commanded, snapping her back to reality again.
She felt her face flush and her pussy moisten both at the same time.
"Yes Sir." She said, hoping it would work well in her favour if she appeared to be respectful and obedient.
Once bent over his desk, Rosey grasped the other side of his desk with both hands in a vain effort to keep herself from jumping when the inevitable whipping came. She felt him walk close to her and lift her skirt up over her back causing another sudden tingle in her pussy. She was so pleased he could not see her face now.
Once again the sound of the cane whipping through the air sent shudders through her entire body and she found herself half wishing that his practice runs would end and he would let her taste the sweetness of the stroke.
The Manager then put the cane down on the desk right in front of Rosey and walked behind her,
"I think I will warm that bottom of yours up first, shall I" he said. Not intending it to be a question for her but rather a statement of fact. Then lifting his big hand he began to spank her rhythmatically over her white cotton panties changing from right cheek to left cheek with every slap.
Rosey’s bottom was beginning to heat under her panties and the friction of the cotton against her skin was causing a burning sensation. She wanted him to remove them, but dare not ask him.
It was as if he could read her mind, because no longer had she finished wishing her panties were removed when he stopped spanking her and pulled at the elastic around her panties waistband and lowered them over her bottom and then down to the floor.
He then sat down and looked at his handy work.
After about 10 minutes she could barely stand it. She could feel him looking at her and she so badly wanted to turn around and see the look on his face. Was he admiring her, was he desiring her, was he fantasising about her? All these thoughts were flashing through her mind and to make things worse she now could feel her pussy juices running down the insides of her legs and she wondered whether he had adjusted his glasses enough to notice as well.
It seemed like forever that she just lay over his desk daring not to move. Laying there just listening to the daunting silence of the room, listening to the clock on the wall ticking, hearing his breathing and the occasional clearing his throat. She had never experienced this kind of humiliation before in her entire life, and she desperately loved it!
Then like a clap of lightening, he spoke.
"Get up girl." He said and told her to stand before him and strip.
She edged her way off the desk, careful not to knock his paperwork onto the floor and feeling quite stiff from being there for so long, then straightening up in front of him she began to slowly unbutton her blouse. She had no feeling of hesitation as she was experiencing unique feelings of arousal she had never imagined possible. Her college boyfriend had never made her feel this way ever.
One after another waves of passion run through her body. He was nothing to look at, but he had an aire of authority that excited her and made her feel secure, safe and unsure all at the same time.
She enjoyed watching him as she took off her blouse and unhooked her bra.
She was always pleased she had an ample sized breast, she knew it was pleasurable to men, as she became accustomed to their wolf whistles and flirtatious comments at a very young age. She loved to open her buttons revealing the tops of them when out shopping or passing workmen in the street.
Now once again right here in the Store Manger’s office she was pleased with them again, as they hung free now unharnessed and jiggling slightly as she dropped her bra onto the floor.
She knew he liked what he was seeing by the growing bulge in his trousers. But she dare not speak a sound.
He stood picked up his cane and positioned a stool in the centre of the room and gently told her to bend over it.
She obeyed and felt totally exposed in this new position, her hands touching the floor and her bottom protruding high revealing to the Manager a very wet and open pussy.
"M’mm. Delicious." He thought.
This position is particularly good for punishment, as if making a mental note for himself.
"Please Sir, please? I’m so sorry." She said. As if her begging would make him change his mind about using the cane on her now nicely reddened bottom.
"I’m sorry young lady, but this was our little agreement… remember?"
"You did bring this on yourself you know and warming your bottom was just the beginning of your punishment dear. Surely a little hand spanking like that would not deter you from shoplifting again now would it?"
In her punishment position she was in no ‘position’ to debate. All she found herself doing was nodding her head in agreement to him.
"Maybe I should bring my Security Guard in, perhaps a little embarrassment of having someone watch you being punished might do the trick." With that he lifted the phone and called Harry.
Rosey now felt helpless and totally embarrassed as she heard the raw laughter of the security guard enjoying a view he only ever dreamt about. She had never imagined how this feeling of helplessness would create within her such heightened feelings of passion and desire.
Tears welled up within her as her humiliation of being so exposed and embarrassed, she could no longer hold them as they rolled off her face onto the floor in front of her.
"She’s certainly going to remember this." said the security guard laughing as he walked over and patted her on the bottom letting his fingers slide into the crevices of her body. Maybe she will think twice before being so quick to steal again.
Rosey felt a slap across her bottom and gasped letting out a slight cry. She did not want him to have the satisfaction of knowing he shocked her and berated herself for her failure to hold it in.
The store Manager walked over to Rosey and he too began to feel her rounded bottom.
"Such a pretty sight really thought Harry, don’t you think, a girls bottom rounded and waiting for the correction it so desperately desires?"
"Oh yes." Laughed Harry now sitting down watching.
Rosey felt the touch of the cane on her bottom as the Store Manager began to tap it, softly at first, but after each one building intensity slightly. She felt the tip of his cane then tap her sharply in the centre of her pussy.
"Ouch" She cried out in pain, she was not expecting it to hurt so much there.
The Manager stood back a little to get his aim and told her to brace herself for her discipline.
"You will not forget this in a hurry my dear." He announced as he whipped the cane through the air landing right across both cheeks.
Swishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Whackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkki
Rosey screamed, there was no way of holding that in. Her body tensed up and she held onto the bottom of the stool tightly as waves of pain flooded her. Rising up with the blow and then falling back into position she noticed her breasts swinging freely. Now she wishes she were not so ample….
The guard laughed as he watched them swinging. "Wow, look at those." He said to the Manager. "Gosh, they are bloody brilliant."
Again the Manager lifted the cane and brought it down on Rosey’s bottom.
Swishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Whackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkki
Swishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Whackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkki
Not stopping till he reached six. Then reaching down the feel the marks so beautifully placed in neat rows looking now like raised mounts of flesh across her raised bottom.
He enjoyed watching the girls reaction to his discipline, she knew as he did this was more than just a punishment. She was enjoying each stoke he placed on her.
Six more just as hard, just as fast.
The security guard now sitting hardly able to contain his passion as her plump breasts bouncing erotically in front of him as each from each stroke of the cane caused her to jump and squirm hanging over the stool.
Now the last 6 will be the hardest, prepare the Manager announced.
Rosey held her breath and prayed silently that she would be able to endure six more. He lifted up his cane and brought it down across her bottom again, one after the other in rapid succession.
He heard her muffled sobbing and knew he had to continue to teach her a lesson. He felt her brace herself for the next ten. Ready for the next drop and sting of the cane across her now raw defenceless cheeks.
…16,
Swishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Whackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkki
The cane once again whistled through the air and landed another cut, biting into her flesh, gasping as it landed and now sobbing openly.
…17,
Swishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Whackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkki
Now yelling with pain the Store Manager could see the intensity of his strokes right across her cheeks, her bottom was completely striped now and there was very little white flesh showing.
The burning pain ripped into her brain and Rosey cried and yelled with each blow.
"Be still." He commanded her. "Or we shall start again."
Rosey froze in horror. She griped the legs of the chair to stop herself from moving and waited.
"One more now girl."
…18,
Swishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Whackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkki
She writhed and screamed in pain as the last blow hit her across all the rest.
The Manager then put his cane down and softly rubbed Rosey’s bottom.
"Good girl." He said comforting her. "Good girl."
Her mind and pussy was racing as he told her to stand, and dress, she did it seductively and the manager tweaked her pert nipples.
He pushed on her shoulders and she went to her knees, she new this position and instinctively opened her mouth, the manager had his way all the way down her throat.
She was given instructions and told to report back on the Friday at 6.00pm, she agreed and encountered harry on the stairs, and he wanted his share.
He used her before she was allowed to leave, and as she left the dark mall she met her friend Penny.
Rosey lay in bed for the next few nights on her tummy, reliving every detail as she played with her pussy and would cum several times before sleeping.
After about a month Rosey thought about the clutch purse again and wondered if it were still in the store….
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