THE SPANKING
By Alyssa Scott
At 24 years old, I've only been caught once! But, let me tell you, that one time was enough to make me so nervous that I haven't taken either a piece of gum or shred of candy since.
It happened five years ago. I had just turned 19 years old and I was driving through a small town on my way to my Aunt's house. I saw a small convenience store off the highway and decided to drop in for something to eat.
I was meandering through the aisles when I spotted some miniature chocolate bars. I looked left, right and straight ahead before taking a bar and opening my jacket to place it inside. Before the bar reached my inner pocket however a large hand reached from behind me, took the bar out of my hand and placed it back on the shelf. I swallowed, quite nervous at having been caught. Then, I turned around slowly.
A black skirt. That's what I was facing. I looked up to see the tallest woman I have ever seen. Her waistline was a good foot higher than my head! She had to be near seven feet tall and when I checked her shoes, I saw that she had flats on!
She reached over and took my hand saying, "Come along little boy." I didn't know what to say. Her size threw me for a loop and I was so surprised and embarrassed at being caught, I was left speechless.
She walked me into a back room where I saw a desk and chair. After we entered, she closed the door and secured the chain lock. I looked up at the chain lock. It was clearly out of my reach. A feeling of childhood came over me. The thought of a small child incapable of opening a door...
"Come over here sweetheart." the woman said interupting my thoughts.
I walked over to where she sat. She was so tall that even seated, I had to look up to get a view of her cleavage. She had a big chest but it wasn't as appetizing as some might imagine. I believe the woman was Irish or something because she had red hair and freckles. A lot of freckles. They were all over her face and up close, I could see that they covered her chest. She had on a low-cut blouse which revealed a huge bosom. The cleavage was a lot but on account of the black and red freckles covering it, it appeared quite ugly. Her face was no better. It was stark white and also covered with red and black freckles. I judged her to be around 50.
"Now, give me the name and phone number of your parents and I'll call them." she said matter of factly.
I didn't respond. She obviously thought I was someone's little boy and I didn't know if I should tell her any different. Otherwise she might be calling the cops!
"Well?" she intervened.
"I'd rather not." I responded.
"Well, do you expect me to punish you?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't care."
"Fine" she said reaching down and unbuttoning my pants.
I swallowed and looked up at her. She was lowering my pants!
"Um, are you really..." I started.
"Come here." she said as she moved me between her legs as I stood in my undies.
Before I could say another word, she had pulled me up by my underwear until I was over her knee with my buttocks exposed!
[SPANK!]
Her hand came down over my entire rear! The sound reverberated throughout the whole room. I couldn't believe her strength.
[SPANK!]
"Ow!" I said without thinking. It really hurt!
[SPANK!]
My legs kicked. "No!" I said, "I'm not a lit..."
[SPANK!]
My mouth started to quiver as tears began to well up in my eyes. I continued to kick my legs and began to flail my arms but she held me firm. I tried to tell her that I wasn't a child, "Listen, ple..."
[SPANK!]
"No! I....I...not a..." I said as I began to cry continuing to kick and flail.
[SPANK!]
"WAAAAH!" I could no longer speak coherently.
[SPANK!]
I could barely fight anymore. I just laid there and cried hysterically.
[SPANK!]
I lay there crying.
[SPANK! SPANK!]
I couldn't think or talk. I was in a state of hysteria as the woman stood me up and then pulled my up onto her lap.
She was so tall that on her lap, my eyes met with those ugly giant breasts. It was humiliating, I had just been spanked like a baby, but I didn't care, I buried my head in her bosom and cried.
She caressed my head and soothed me with gentle words. She told me why it was naughty to steal and why I had been punished.
After about five minutes or so on her lap, she stood me back up and began to dress me. I was so humiliated! Although, on another level, I was glad it was over with and glad I had never revealed my true age. I couldn't wait to leave. It was as if I was a child and I had just been spanked my my mother or something.
Unfortunately, as my pants were pulled up, my wallet fell out.
I reached for it, but I was too slow. She grabbed it, stood up and began to leaf through it.
"Nineteen?" she said, "That's incredible. You don't look anywhere near nineteen. Didn't you want me to know that you were nineteen?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Did you like being spanked, is that it?" she said as she leaned over and picked up my face with her finger forcing me to look at her, "I hear some men like that."
"No." I said somewhat embarrassed.
"You certainly didn't seem to enjoy it." she said laughingly, "My, my, you're just so tiny. You look like a baby."
I just stood there and looked away my lip starting to quiver at her humiliating remark.
"Or maybe it's that you're attracted to me?" she said as she dropped to one knee leaving me a bird's-eye view of her chest, which I naturally looked at "Hmm? Or maybe it's my breasts that you like?"
She moved closer to me. I was still looking at her breasts. They were really distasteful. So many dots of all different colors.
"I think that's it." she said, "I think you like my bosom. Isn't that it?"
She put her hand on my back and pulled me toward her chest. I was an inch away from that ugly cleavage.
I put my hands out to stop my forward motion. They were on her chest! I had never touched a woman's chest before. I started to shake.
"Aww.." she said as she pushed me hard so that I was flattened to her chest, "It's perfectly natural for a boy your size to have a breast fixation.
I think it's adorable. You probably view me more like a mommy than a woman. Hmm? Is that it? You look at women as mommy figures?"
I was on the verge of tears.
Then, I felt her hand cup my behind and she actually lifted me up off the floor! She carried me on her hip, with my head in her bosom, back to the chair. She sat back down and repositioned me on her lap as she continuted to press my head to her chest. It was as if I was a small child! I cried softly at her treatment of me.
"Well, I'm all alone here. I would love to play mommy with you."
"No." I managed between tears, "I don't want..."
She smiled down at me, "What don't you want you adorable little midget? I bet you dream about a 7'1" mommy with big breasts. Don't you?"
'7'1"!' I thought.
"No. I don't want..." I started.
"Honestly, you look like a toddler on my lap." she said not allowing me to finish speaking, "You could easily pass for a little boy. I bet I could even enroll you in nursery school without anyone the wiser!" she laughed.
I wanted to talk but the tears started to flow again.
She kept me in her office all day. Playing with me and teasing me. Finally she let me leave, but not before telling me that if I ever returned, she would take me home with her and show me what it was like to be a "little boy" permanently! I shuddered and I haven't stolen since!
THE END
©1998 Alyssa Scott ALL RIGHTS RESERVED NO REPRODUCTION WITHOUT PERMISSION
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