Caught Red Handed

Disclaimer: Please read and take note. This work explores Femdom themes of power imbalance, female domination and male submission, humiliation and corporal discipline. Please do not read this story if you find such themes offensive, distasteful, or upsetting. This is a work of fiction that I wrote for my sweet sub, Jason, and is freely offered up for the enjoyment of those who would like it. British English spellings are used throughout. Troll comments will be deleted with extreme prejudice.

'Excuse me, Ms Kissme, I've apprehended this man trying to leave the store without paying. Says his name's Jason from Yorkshire and his driver's licence checks out. Did you want to question him, or shall I just call the police?'

Kate Kissme, smiled at the tall, heavily muscled security guard. With his mahogany skin and crewcut, he presented an intimidating figure, but Kate knew he had a soft spot for her. Preceding Aaron into her office was a pale, trembling young man who seemed weighed down by the weight of Aaron's meaty hand.

'Ahh, thank you, Aaron,' Kate said warmly, 'I'll take it from here.'

The big man hesitated, seemingly loath to leave. 'Do you want me to stay, Miss, in case he gets aggressive?'

Kate smiled reassuringly at the guard, before looking to the man, who still would not meet her eyes. 'No need, Aaron. That's very sweet of you, but I'm sure I can handle a young boy like him.' When it looked as though Aaron was going to protest, she continued, 'I will call you if I need you. Please shut my door on your way out.'

When, finally, the guard released his captive, pushing him, stumbling into the room before leaving, Kate stood from her chair and made her way to the front of her desk, resting her shapely bottom against its front edge.

'Well, Jason from Yorkshire. You're a long way from home. What do you have to say for yourself?' When the man still refused to look at her, Kate extended one long finger, topped with a wicked looking bloodred nail, and slowly tipped his chin up to meet her gaze.

Jason's cheeks burned as his eyes were lifted from the grey carpet squares at his feet, up the woman's patent stiletto heels and long, slim, stockinged legs. He took in her curves showcased in the snug woollen wrap dress that clung to her hips, tightly belted at her narrow waist then stretched again over her generous breasts. If he'd had time, his gaze would have lingered over the creamy skin and deep plunge of her cleavage that was revealed. However, her insistent finger propelled him ever upwards, past her deep red lips to meet her eyes, like a rich brown like melted chocolate behind stylish frames.

Mesmerised by the power and beauty exuding from the woman in front of him, Jason almost missed her hissed words.

'Just what exactly did you think you were doing trying to steal from me?'

Snapping out for his stupor, he blinked up at her. She was furious!

'What did your greedy little hands take from me? Place the stolen items on my desk this instant!'

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Jason's face was on fire. Shakily, he pulled six pairs of panties, in a pleasing array of feminine colours and textures, from under his jacket and laid them on her desk.

With the stolen items sitting there accusingly, there was no denying it. He had been caught red handed, and all left was for him to throw himself on her mercy.

'Please, Ms Kissme, please, don't prosecute me. It's my first offence - I've never done anything like this before. I don't know what came over me. They're not for me, they're for... a friend!' He knew he was rambling, and judging by the icy glare that she fixed him with, Ms Kissme wasn't having any of it.

'I should inform you that this store has zero tolerance for shoplifters. In fact, there have been no unprosecuted instances of theft and petty pilfering in the six months since I became manager. I'm not going to let a pathetic little criminal like you drag down my statistics.'

Kate slowly made a show of examining each of the panties, holding them up to the light, noting the translucency of the lace and satin, the frills and ribbons that were all that held some of the tiny scraps of fabric together.

Before taking on her current role, Kate had studied psychology, previously considering a career in law. As such, she was very cognizant of Jason's verbal and non-verbal cues. The fact he had protested, "They're not for me," rather indicated the opposite, and his level of discomfort, the way his feet shuffled as though to bolt out of the room, suggested he was hiding more from her.

Turning back to him again, she brought her voice down to a quiet, almost kindly, tone. 'Do you have anything else you would like to confess to me now, Jason? You will find that things will go better for you if you are completely honest and open with me.'

When Jason tensed, flushing even more deeply than before, Kate knew that she was right. Her voice hardened.

'All right. You leave me no choice. Strip.'

Jason blanched, taking a hesitant step backward. He laughed nervously, 'You can't be serious. I'm not getting my kit off in front of you!'

'No?' she enquired. 'Then perhaps I need to call Aaron in to assist you?'

Jason backed away, shaking his head until his back was to the door, his hand on the knob.

'As you wish.' Kate turned to her desk and raised a finger above the button for the store tannoy.

'No! Please don't. I'll... I'll do it.'

Facing away from him, Kate smiled triumphantly, then schooled her features and turned back.

'Well, what are you waiting for? Strip.'

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Starting with his jacket and hoodie, then going on to his trainers and socks, Jason removed every item as slowly as possible. His belt was next, then his t-shirt, until he was down to his joggers. He looked up at the fierce woman to see if there was any scrap of mercy to be found in her determined eyes. When none was evident, his thumbs dipped reluctantly into his waistband.

Kate found his hesitant strip tease to be immensely arousing. The anticipation of every expanse of skin revealed was a mouthwatering treat. She guessed the man to be in his mid-thirties, but she hadn't realised that underneath the baggy clothing he was fit and toned. Although he had nowhere near the bulk of the security guard, he had strong tattooed arms, broad shoulders, and nicely defined biceps and abs.

However, his reluctance to remove his jogging bottoms got her heart beating fastest. She knew she was right. Jason was hiding something under his clothing, and she didn't think it was just the impressive erection that was tenting the fabric.

'Keep going...'

With a sigh of resignation, Jason pushed his joggers all the way down his legs to the floor revealing the scant red lacy panties that did nothing to hide his swollen member which swung freely from the open crotch.

Kate could not keep in the giggle that left her lips as she marvelled at his mortification.

'Oh, my, Jason. You certainly picked the wrong day to get caught in my store!'

She laughed again and swivelled her finger to indicate how he should turn for her. Seeing his buttocks entirely exposed beneath the red elastic waistband, she slowly circled him, her eyes greedily eating up the spectacle in front of her.

'So, Jason from Yorkshire is a sissy little pantyboy!' Kate laughed as she heard his moan of humiliation. 'Although, those are a designer brand we don't carry, aren't they boy? Perhaps I should feel flattered that you decided to steal from my more humble store!' she sneered.

'And this erection? Is it due to the embarrassment of getting caught, or perhaps it is for the way Aaron manhandled you into my office? Would you like me to call him back in? I'm sure he will have something to say about a cross-dressing girlieboy lusting after a real man like him!'

Desperately trying to hide his erection and the offending panties with both hands, Jason pleaded, 'No, Miss! It's not for him, I promise!'

'Then, who is it for, Jason?' Kate smiled at him like the cat that got the cream, as she sat up on the desk and languorously crossed one long leg over her silky knee. She beckoned him closer with one finger then pointed to the floor at her feet.

'Well, Jason?' She raised one eyebrow expectantly.

Jason dropped to his knees with something like relief, as he stopped trying to cover his shame and placed his upturned hands on his knees.

'You, Mistress.'

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'Hmmm, very pretty. Someone has trained you well.' Kate trailed one finger along his smoothly shaven jaw. 'But now you've walked into my lair, which makes you my prey. Whoever owned you before was foolish enough to let you out of her sight, so now your ass belongs to me.'

Jason squirmed with pleasure at her proprietorial declaration. He had played in the past, but never had he encountered such a demanding, self-assured Mistress. Perhaps, at some level, he had wanted to be caught. Word had got around that the store was under new management and the poster of the elegant Manageress welcoming shoppers to the store had made a big impression.

'Well, pet, you understand I trust, that your behaviour has consequences? You have earned yourself a punishment for daring to steal from me, but before that, I need to establish if you have hidden anything else from me.'

'No, Mistress, honestly,' Jason gestured to the incriminating pile of lace and satin on the desk, 'I promise that's all I took.'

Kate shook her head and tutted, 'Honesty is not a virtue that you have displayed thus far, slave, so you will understand if I do not take your word for it. I have no option but to give you a more thorough search.'

With Jason kneeling directly in front of her, when Kate stood from the desk, her stiletto heels pressed against the side of Jason's thighs, and her soft Angora dress brushed his chest, raising goosebumps as it caressed his skin. With her hips just inches from his face, Jason breathed deeply and caught a hint of her feminine musk, making him swell to even greater hardness.

'Up,' she commanded, and Jason struggled to comply without rubbing himself up against her body as he rose. Much as he wanted to do just that, he knew that showing any sign of disrespect at this stage would only add to his coming punishment.

'Now, bend yourself over my desk, pull your panties down to your knees and spread your thighs as far as they will go.' Oh, God, the humiliation of being spoken to like a naughty little girl was thrillingly arousing.

Hearing the snap of latex, Jason looked up and saw Kate pulling on a pair of blue surgical gloves. Realising she must have had them in her desk drawer, he wondered how often she had done this before, and he couldn't help the feeling of jealousy rising within him. Of course, he had no claim on this impressive woman, but he couldn't help but feel that he should be the only slave to serve her.

Kate cracked the lid on the bottle of lube and poured a generous serving on her gloved fingers, rubbing them together with an obscene squelching that made Jason shudder with anticipation.

'Now, pet, reach back and spread yourself for me. I need to find out if you're hiding anything else in here.'

'Mistress, please. I promise I haven't... I've never...' he stuttered.

'Never? Come now, pet. I really hope for your sake you are not lying to your Mistress. I will know.' Her tone was somewhat threatening, and Jason swallowed audibly.

'I'm sorry, Mistress. I... I have played a little. Just in the bath with my fingers. I would never hide anything up... there, I promise.'

'Well, then, if you have nothing to hide, you have no reason to object. Spread yourself wide now, pet. Let me see for myself.'

Jason reached back and grasped his cheeks, spreading them wide to expose his shy little freckle for Kate's explorations. When the tip of her slick finger lightly circled his anus, he couldn't help but clench tightly. However, he had enough experience to know that he would need to relax to allow her entry, and he consciously released his muscles as she pressed her digit past the tight ring of muscle, twisting and pumping until it was at the second knuckle.

'Very good, pet. So far, so good, but I need to be more thorough to ensure that you haven't secreted any more stolen goods up here. A pair of silk stockings, maybe, or a lacy thong?' She stroked his hip. 'Relax and let me insert a second finger so I can get a proper look in here.'

With two fingers stretching his tight ring, Jason felt pleasantly violated. While her fingers were quite slender, the way they tirelessly pumped and twisted, scissoring apart to stretch and challenge him, sparked nerves that linked directly to his aching cock and balls, and he found himself unconsciously rocking back to meet her fingers and take them deeper.

When she added a third, then squeezed just the tip of her pinkie into his overstuffed hole, he moaned out loud. He was so overstimulated he felt primed and ready to blow and she hadn't even touched his throbbing shaft.

'Look at you, almost swallowing my whole hand. You are quite an anal whore, aren't you, pet? Maybe, next time, I should bring my strap on and give you a proper seeing to?'

Jason groaned in excitement and bucked his hips, thrusting against the air whilst working himself up and down her fingers.

'But, right now, you have a punishment owed.'

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Jason was hyper aware of every sensation as he awaited his punishment.

He heard the thwack as she removed her slippery latex gloves and felt the coolness of the glossy wooden desk beneath his bare chest, his nipples like little pebbles thrusting against the hard surface. The red lacy waistband of his panties that were pulled to his knees dug into his muscles as they stretched between his splayed thighs and his nostrils flared as he again caught the scent of his Mistress' arousal as she walked past him.

The rasp of the desk drawer set his muscles to tensing as she returned behind him with whatever she had retrieved. Never before had he felt quite so exposed and vulnerable.

'Easy, pet,' she soothed, stroking her nails lightly across his upturned backside. 'You have earned a strict punishment, but if you submit and accept your need for it, it will go easier for you.'

'I will give you two dozen strokes with my wooden ruler for attempting to steal from me, and a further two dozen crisp spanks across my knee for not coming to me sooner to offer me your submission.'

Jason writhed in excitement but made a token protest. 'But, Mistress, I didn't know that you would want an unworthy slave like me.'

'Be that as it may, you have made me wait for you and resorted to acting out to capture my attention. This is unacceptable and you will feel the sting of my palm to remind you that you are mine and you will show me the proper respect.'

Jason bowed his head. 'Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress.'

Standing to his left side, Kate placed one hand on the small of his back to remind him to stay still and maintain the proper position whilst receiving his dues. With her dominant right hand, she set about lighting a fire in his rear that had him churning his hips to try to escape the snap of the ruler.

The crack of unforgiving wood hitting reddening flesh was music to Kate's ears, and she almost forgot to count as she decorated his pale skin with broad, red stripes. When she ran out of unmarked flesh, she moved down to his thighs and finished with six extra hard swats to his sit spots that had him groaning out loud.

As he lay panting over the desk, absorbing the pain of her beating, she ran her nails lightly over the raised welts, smiling at a job well done. However, he was only halfway through his punishment, and she carded her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair to pull him up off the desk and then push him down to his knees.

'Crawl, pet. We have your spanking to attend to.'

Jason couldn't help but waggle his burning rear as he crawled around to the back of the desk before waiting patiently on his hands and knees until given the order to lay himself across Kate's lap.

Once across her knees, Jason couldn't help brushing his hand down her toned calf before bracing his hands and toes against the rough carpet. The medley of textures -- the soft wool of her dress against his abdomen, the press of her suspender clips and the silk of her stockings, the synthetic rasp of the industrial carpet and the light scratching of her nails against his punished flesh - tantalised his senses and it was all he could do not to hump himself against her leg like a randy dog.

'Alright, now, slave. You have a thorough spanking to endure before you may make your penance. Are you ready?'

'Yes, Mistress. Please give me the spanking I deserve for not trusting you with my submission earlier.'

Smack! Smack, smack, smack!

Despite how delicate her feminine hands appeared, they were brutally effective at raising the burning in his backside to a raging conflagration! Jason had to force himself to keep his feet on the floor and not raise his hands back to protect his blistered cheeks. He had earned this punishment and was determined to show his Mistress that he could take whatever she gave him with the respect she deserved.

Smack, smack, smack, smack! Smack!

At last, the spanking was over, and Jason found himself shoved roughly to the ground.

'Thank you, Mistress, for taking the time to correct me.' Finding his way to his knees again, ensuring he was presenting himself respectfully with his thighs apart and his hands upturned on his knees, he continued, 'Please may I make my penance?'

Kate was yet to see a more delightful sight than a flushed, well-spanked sub gazing up with adoration in his damp blue eyes begging to please her. And so, with a gracious nod, she shimmied her dress up her thighs, revealing the lacy tops of her stockings, the suspender straps, and further, over the curve of her bottom to sit at her waist.

'Remove my panties, slave, and get to work.'

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Jason marvelled at the two strings of pearls that formed the crotch of his Mistresses tiny, black lacy thong. The pearls nestled between the plump lips of her sex and, slippery from her arousal, rubbed back and forth with her every movement, pinching her eager clit between them.

As he peeled them gently down her thighs, the pearls lingered, seemingly reluctant to relinquish their hold on their prize, until finally they slipped free. Jason removed the fragrant scrap of fabric with a reverence due to a holy relic, before carefully folding and placing them on the desk.

Spreading her thighs wider splayed her inner petals, giving the eager slave unfettered access to his Mistress' heated inner flesh. When he lingered too long in awe of the sight, she grasped his hair and tugged him to where she wanted him, anointing his face and tongue with her honey.

Gorging himself on the copious nectar, Jason revelled in the symphony of cries he elicited from his Mistress as she reached her pleasure. He was harder than he'd ever been by the time she drenched his face and chest with her juices, but he didn't allow himself the relief of even the lightest of touches. He was making his penance, and every moment of pleasure belonged to his Mistress alone.

'Very nice, pet,' Kate murmured as she regained her breath, stroking the hair away from his damp face as she laid back on her desk.

'You are free to leave.'

Although leaving the store without a criminal record was more than Jason could have hoped for, he was bitterly disappointed. He'd had a little taste of Heaven, and now he was being evicted to live the life of a mere mortal once again. How could anything compare?

Dragging on his clothes, including the shameful red panties, he tried to wipe off his face as much as possible with his t-shirt before he walked to the door.

'I believe you have forgotten something, pet.'