Jamie walked into his favorite bookstore, a quaint, family-owned place in town. He was a good student and liked reading, but his favorite part of the store was a small section in the corner with adult books. Most people didn't know it was there, so he could usually be alone, stealing furtive glances around the store to ensure he wasn’t being watched. His favorites were the books about spanking and discipline. His parents had never spanked him, but ever since he was old enough to be interested in girls, he’d found the idea of being spanked exciting. At 17, he was a fit and attractive high school junior but was shy and had never had a steady girlfriend.

He had a part-time job and could have afforded to buy the books, but he was too embarrassed to take them to the counter to pay for them. Instead, he would slip one into his pocket, browse around the store, and leave without buying it. Sometimes, he’d buy a magazine so the employees wouldn’t get suspicious.

He’d take the book home to read in the privacy of his bedroom. He’d usually wind up jerking off to a great orgasm. He was very careful to keep each book in pristine condition so that he could return it the next time he visited the store. He told himself he wasn’t stealing.

He was in the store now and excited to see they’d gotten some new books on spanking. He chose one, slipped it into his pocket, and headed to the front of the store. Jen was behind the cash register. She was the daughter of the owners and a senior in high school. She was only a year older than he but far beyond him in popularity. She was tall, blonde, and drop-dead gorgeous. She was the star of the tennis team and had even played in competitive local junior tournaments. She was also the homecoming queen and usually had a lead part in the school drama productions. She was way out of his league.

Jamie didn’t trust himself to look her in the eye to buy a magazine, so he headed straight for the door.

“Didn’t find anything that interested you today?” she called out as he opened the door.

“Um, no," he replied nervously.

“What about that book in your jacket pocket?” she said, her eyes narrowing.

“There’s no book in my jacket pocket,” he replied unconvincingly.

“We just installed a video camera in that corner,” she said. “I’ve been watching you reading those books, and I saw you put one into your pocket. Come over here and empty your pockets on the counter, or I’m calling the police.”

Jamie walked over, sheepishly took the book out of his pocket, and placed it on the counter. “I’m sorry. I forgot I’d put it in my pocket,” he lied. “I’ll pay for it,” he continued, reaching for his wallet.

“It’s a little late for that now,” she said. “You tried to steal that book, and we have it on video. It’s probably not the first one. I’ve seen you in here before.”

“I always bring them back,” he responded.

“We’re not a library, and we’re not a used book store,” she retorted. “It’s still stealing, and it’s wrong. There need to be consequences for your actions. You probably won’t go to jail, but it will be on your record, which might discourage you from stealing again.”

“Please don’t call the police,” he begged. "My parents will kill me. They’ll take away my car and ground me for the rest of the century. I can't have a police record."

“That would be a shame,” she said. “Here’s the deal. You need to suffer some consequences for your thievery, but I don’t want you to have a record and maybe even go to jail. If you agree to let me punish you for stealing the book, we can forget about it.”

“What kind of punishment would that be?” he asked tentatively.

“The kind you like reading about,” she replied, holding up the book with a grin on her face.

“Um, ok,” he replied. He felt a stirring between his legs at the thought of Jen spanking him. He wondered if she would make him take his pants down. He hoped so. But he was also super nervous. He had never been spanked, and he was intimidated by Jen.

“Follow me,” she said sternly. He followed her through the store into a back room.

“Go stand in the corner,” she said. “We’re closing soon, and I need to finish up and lock the front door. I’ll be back. You better still be here and standing in the corner, or there will be hell to pay. “

After she left, he glanced around the room. There was a desk, a table with several chairs, and a leather couch. He wondered how long she would be. He continued to stand in the corner, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. She seemed to be taking forever, but a glance at the clock on the wall told him it had only been about 20 minutes.

He heard the door open, snapped back to staring directly into the corner, and stood up straight.

“Turn around and come over here,” she said.

He turned to see her sitting in one of the straight-backed wooden chairs she’d moved to the center of the room. She was wearing a white blouse and a blue skirt. Her legs were bare. She looked a bit like a very young, very attractive schoolteacher with a stern expression and her finger pointing to a spot on the floor right in front of her.

Jamie walked over and stood on the spot. She reached up, unbuckled his wide leather belt, and slowly pulled it out of his jeans. She doubled the belt and pulled sharply on each end, resulting in a loud snap.

He drew a short breath. Every never in his body was on edge. He was shaking a little, but he also noticed a bulge developing in his jeans.

“I am going to give you a thorough spanking followed by a strapping with this belt,” she said matter-of-factly. I’ll judge how long the spanking will go on. I think twelve strokes with the belt should be sufficient unless you don’t follow directions. Please confirm that you are volunteering for this punishment because you stole a book from our store. It’s totally your choice to do this instead of involving the authorities. Do you agree to be punished?”

“Yes,” Jamie replied.

“Yes, Mistress Jennifer,” she corrected. “You can call me Jen other times, but you must always call me Mistress Jennifer when you are being disciplined. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress Jennifer,” Jamie said contritely.

“Then take down those pants and get across my lap,” she replied.

Jamie unbuttoned his jeans and lowered them to his ankles. By this time, his cock was almost fully erect and making a tent out of his underwear. He started to lower himself onto Jen’s lap when she stopped him.

“Silly boy,” she chided. “Those too. I intend to spank you, not your underwear.”

Jamie pulled down his underwear. His cock was now fully erect. As he began to lower himself across Jen’s lap, she grabbed his it and guided it between her bare legs. He steadied himself across her lap with his feet and hands on the floor, his head to her left and his feet to her right. She squeezed his cock between her legs, holding him in place.

The first spank landed on the bottom of his right ass cheek, just above the thigh. He was surprised at how much it stung. The second spank landed low on the left cheek, Jen’s fingers barely missing his balls.

She continued spanking, alternating cheeks, covering his entire bottom and the tops of his thighs. Sometimes, she switched to delivering a dozen or so spanks to the same stop. That really started to sting, and he began squirming on her lap.

She stopped for a moment and caressed his balls with her fingers. “Are you regretting what you did now, thief,” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress Jennifer,” he remembered to reply. But he thought that was really a lie. The spanking hurt, but he was in heaven. His cock was rock-hard, especially when she touched his balls. It was probably only the pain of the spanking that kept him from shooting his load between her legs.

After Jamie was a nice shade of red from the top of his backside to the middle of his thighs, Jen told him to stand up. She got up, turned the chair around, slid it against the desk, and picked up the belt.

“Take off your clothes,” she ordered, “All of them.”

Jamie awkwardly removed his shoes and stepped out of his jeans and underwear, which were still around his ankles. Then he removed his socks and shirt. He stood in front of Jen, totally naked. His cock continued to betray his emotions.

“Very good, thief,” Jen said sternly. “If you had forgotten your socks, it would have meant extra strokes. Bend over, put your hands on the chair, and spread your feet a shoulder’s width apart.”

Jen laid the belt on the desk in front of Jamie, placed one hand on the small of his bare back, and grabbed his balls with the other. She pushed down on his back and pulled up on his balls, causing him to arch his back and push his ass up high.

“Stay in that position,” she instructed.

Jamie focused on holding the position and said nothing.

“What does a thief say when his mistress gives him an order?” Jen asked.

“Oh, sorry. Yes, Mistress Jennifer,” he replied.

“That will be three additional strokes,” she added.

“Yes, Mistress Jennifer. I’m sorry, Mistress Jennifer,” Jamie said, his voice quivering. He was scared but also getting into the role play, and very excited.

Jen stood to Jamie’s left, taking the doubled-up belt in her right hand, and tapped his ass lightly. He flinched at the touch.

“Ha,” she laughed. “That was just a test to measure the distance. You’re to have fifteen of the best. You are to count each stroke. If you forget to count, I’ll assume you didn’t feel the stroke and will repeat it. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress Jennifer,” Jamie answered.

Jen drew her hand back, shifted her weight, and brought the belt down hard across the middle of Jamie’s ass. He winced at the stroke and started breathing heavily as the pain built.

“One, thank you, Miss Jennifer,” he managed to say.

She hadn’t asked him to thank her, but she liked the touch. This might be the start of a fun relationship, she thought.

Just as the pain started to subside, she stuck again, not quite giving him time to recover. After six strokes, his bottom was covered with red strap marks, with welts where the end had hit his right ass cheek.

“Time to work on my backhand,” Jen said playfully, moving over to Jamie’s right side.

Jamie thought her backhand was as good as her forehand as she landed six more hard strokes, covering his backside again and raising welts on his left ass cheek. He remembered to count and thank her for each one. He realized he would get through this, and though it hurt, he was enjoying it. His cock, though not quite as rigid as when she was spanking him, was still erect.

Jen returned to Jamie’s left side and said, “Three more, and it’s over, assuming you don’t forget to count. You’d be done now if you had remembered to answer me properly. I won’t tolerate disrespect from a thief being punished. These are going to be first serves, so prepare yourself."

The next stroke was harder than any of the others and right across the center of his ass. Jamie realized she had been holding back, as hard as the others had seemed at the time.

“T-Thirteen, thank you, Mistress Jennifer,” he stuttered.

The next stroke, just as hard, landed below the first.

“Fourteen, thank you, Mistress Jennifer.”

The final stroke was the hardest yet, landing right at the top of his thighs. He hissed and went up on his tiptoes but managed to stay in position.

“Fifteen, thank you, Mistress Jennifer,” he finally said with a sigh of relief.

“Stay like that until I tell you to stand, and keep your hands on the chair,” Jen instructed.

“Yes, Mistress Jennifer,” he remembered to say.

Jen put the belt on the desk and went over to the couch. She removed her panties, lay back on the couch, and raised her skirt, spreading her legs so that her shaved pussy was on display.

“Stand up, come here, and thank your mistress for your punishment, thief,” Jen said with theatrical flair.

Jamie stood, and his hands immediately flew to feel his backside, which felt hot and not a little sore. He could feel the welts from the belt. His erection had withered, a victim of those last three strokes. He turned around to see Jen on the couch, and his eyes grew wide. She beckoned him over with a crooked finger.

“Come service your mistress to thank her for her kindness in punishing you,” she said, again with that theatrical tone. “Have you ever pleasured a girl with your mouth?”

He shook his head as he took a tentative step toward her. He couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Don’t worry. Your punishment is over for today, “she assured him.  I’ll tell you what to do. It will be worth your while.” Her voice had become playful, almost coy.

Jamie went over and kneeled between her spread legs. He’d never done this before, but his porn habit had given him a good overview, and he didn’t need a lot of instruction. He started kissing and licking the inside of her thighs, working his way slowly up to her sex. He teasingly grazed her pussy lips with his tongue and began massaging her ass cheeks with his hands.

Eventually, he began licking and sucking her in earnest. She moaned when his tongue found her clit. She unbuttoned her blouse and placed his hands on her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He massaged her breasts and traced her nipples with his fingers, tweaking them occasionally as he continued licking and sucking her.

She came with a volcanic orgasm, squeezing his face between her legs and holding his head as her juices flowed. He sucked her greedily.

As she recovered, he continued kissing the insides of her thighs, moving back down her legs. His massive hard-on had returned, and his hand went to his throbbing cock.

“Stop. Let me take care of that,” she said. They swapped places, and Jen began sucking his cock and massaging his balls. She alternated deep strokes up and down the shaft with attention to the tip, tracing her tongue around his glans and then sucking it, raking her teeth lightly across it. It wasn’t long before he exploded in a fantastic orgasm, with Jen swallowing every drop.

As Jamie lay on the couch recovering from the best orgasm of his life, Jen dressed and headed for the door.

“Stop at the front desk on your way out,” she told him with a smile. “Take your time. I have a couple of things to finish up.”

When the afterglow had subsided, Jamie dressed and headed to the front desk. Jen was there with the book in a brown bag. She added one of the store’s bookmarks and handed it to Jamie.

“Take good care of that and return it next week at the same time,” she instructed. “I’ll be closing up alone again. If you see a chapter you particularly like, leave the bookmark there, and I’ll reenact it with you. If there’s no bookmark in the book, I’ll assume you don’t want to play anymore, and that will be that. But in that case, there’ll be no more borrowed books.”

“Thank you for everything,” Jamie said. “Everything.” See you next week. He couldn’t suppress a grin as he walked out the door. It would be a long week.