Markís Mistake
Mark was a model student. He excelled at school and achieved 3 top grade ‘A’ Levels and was able to study law at University to realise his ambition of becoming a solicitor.
Mark and his friends had just finished their exams and everyone thought that they had done reasonably well. Three or four of his closest friends decided to celebrate with a few bottles of wine that evening and Mark invited them around to his student bed-sit.
Time was pressing when he arrived home and he decided to pop down the road to Miss Svenson’s convenience store to buy some wine, cheese, pineapple rings and cocktail sticks. He would just have time to return and prepare the food before the first of his friends arrived.
He arrived at the store five minutes before closing time and selected a bottle of red and a bottle of white wine. He grabbed the other items and opened his wallet to take his credit card out when he was horrified to discover that he had picked up a store loyalty card instead.
There was no time for him to go home, collect his credit card and return to the store as it was about to close and he needed all the items for her party. He had a rash thought — completely out of character. He had enough cash to pay for the wine and pineapple. He knew Miss Svenson only had one CCTV camera and that covered the wine and spirits section of her shop. He could easily slip the cheese and cocktail sticks into his bag in the other part of the shop where no one could see him and come back in the morning and pay for them.
What he didn’t know however was that Miss Svenson had, only that day, had a new CCTV system with three cameras installed. She was in her office at the back of the store watching Mark, as he was the only customer, waiting for him to pay for his goods so that she could lock up and go home. She clearly saw him slip the cheese and cocktail sticks into his plastic bag and move towards the till where Amy a 17 year old assistant was on duty.
She decided to move to the shop door where she could watch Mark at the till and then went outside to collect the advertising board. Mark paid for the wine and pineapple rings and placed them in her bag with the receipt.
Miss Svenson stopped Mark as the shop door closed behind him “Just a minute young man” she said “May I have a look in your bag?” Mark suddenly felt sick — she knew Miss Svenson must somehow have seen him slip the items into his bag. He then had a greater sinking feeling — what if she called the police! — if he was prosecuted for theft he could never become a solicitor — all those years of study would be wasted- his family name would be shamed!
He couldn’t speak coherently and just mumbled something to Miss Svenson. “I think that you ought to come back into the shop with me young man” she said. She told Amy that she could go and that she would lock the doors and cash up.
Miss Svenson locked the door and escorted Mark into her office. She played back the CCTV tape and said “Now then — how do you explain this? — I think that we should call the police”
Mark was now near to tears — his legs had turned to jelly. His chosen career was in ruins all for the price of some cheese.
“No don’t call the police — pleeease! There must be some other way — pleeease.….I can pay for the cheese first thing tomorrow.…I can work in your shop for nothing.….my parents own a chain of convenience stores so i’m used to the work.…please, please anything but the police”
Miss Svenson looked at the young man standing in front of her. He nervously pulled at the ends of his shoulder length black hair and begged her again not to call the police. She looked again at the trembling student dressed in a white tee-shirt and tight black trousers. He reminded her of her own brother who was only a few years older and thought of the shame it would have brought on her family if he had been prosecuted.
“What is your name?” he enquired. “Mark” he stammered. “Well Mark you must be punished for what you have done but if you let me punish you as I would my own son, then the police need not be involved. The punishment must remain an agreement between ourselves — nobody else is to know”.
“I will agree to anything — but don’t call the police” said Mark slightly more relieved now that his career might not be over after all. “What do you want me to do?”
“Well” Miss Svenson replied “When I said that I would punish you as I would my own son — that will mean corporal punishment. You will bend over for a hand spanking, followed by six swats with a slipper and finally six stokes of the cane”
Mark looked shocked. He had never been spanked as a child. Now he faced a spanking, the slipper and the cane all in one go! Even the worst behaved boys at his school had never experienced that!
“When you are ready Mark we will get it over with. Come here” commanded Miss Svenson in a stern voice. Mark moved to the centre of the room. “Bend over!” He bent over and grabbed his ankles. His long dark hair fell forward over his eyes. Miss Svenson paused for a moment to admire the pert bottom in front of her encased in the black trousers which had now stretched even tighter around his buttocks.
Miss Svenson took aim and her hand landed with a SMACK on his right buttock. He swayed forward with the force of the blow and a few seconds later he stumbled forward as a SMACK landed on the left buttock.
“Stay still!” commanded Miss Svenson. Mark had never experienced anything like this and let out an OWOOO! †He took a new stance with his legs further apart which gave him greater balance and remained in position whilst his buttocks each received two further smacks.
“Stand up” ordered Miss Svenson. Mark stood and rubbed his stinging bottom. “Now for the slipper — I want you to bend over and hold the arms of that chair” He saw an old easy chair at the side of the room and bent over and grabbed the arms with her hands. He nervously turned and saw Miss Svenson with a huge brown slipper in her hand which must have been at least size 10.
“Lets get this part over with” she announced and took aim. WHOPP came the first blow. Mark never expected it to be so hard and he let out a tremendous AARRGH! “Only five more to go” WHOPP, WHOPP, Mark grasped the arms of the chair so tight in an attempt to lessen the pain that his fingers went through the worn out fabric. WHOPP, WHOPP, WHOPP. He lept up after the sixth whack and danced around the room, rubbing his throbbing bottom.
“Now for the final part of your punishment Mark — and this will hurt the most” announced Miss Svenson as she searched in a cupboard and bought out a thin ratten cane about three feet in length. “I want you to bend back over the chair and after the third stroke lower your trousers and pants so that you receive the final three stokes on your bare bottom” she commanded.
Mark was shocked. The cane was bad enough but on the bare. The boys at his school never received such humiliation. “Oh no! nnnot on the bbbare” he stammered. “The choice is yours Mark — finish the punishment we agreed on or I could still prosecute for shoplifting” said Miss Svenson.
Mark decided to argue no further and slowly bent back over the chair grasped the arms, feeling the holes he made minutes earlier and stuck his throbbing bottom out ready for its final chastisement. “Ready?” asked Miss Svenson. “Yes” he whispered. He heard the cane swishing through the air as Miss Svenson practised her aim and then felt a tap on his bottom which signalled the point of likely contact. He closed his eyes and held his breath and thought that in a few minutes this whole nightmare would be over.
A swish soon followed by a THWAK as the cane landed and made a dent in his trousered behind. YEEOOWW! he yelped. He jerked up and tried to smooth the area where the searing pain was coming from. “Stay still” came the firm voice of Miss Svenson “or I will add penalty strokes” Mark didn’t reply biting his lips and bent back over the chair thinking that the quicker this was over the better. Swish THWAK! Swish THWAK! the cane made two further contacts with him before the time came for him to lower his trousers.
He slowly raised himself up and fumbled with the clasp and zip on his trousers before lowering them gently over his throbbing buttocks leaving them at thigh level. Miss Svenson admired the wheals that had started to form and thought to herself that she would see if she could get the next three stokes parallel to them. Mark lowered himself again and braced himself for the final part of his punishment. Swish THWAK!, Swish THWAK!, Swish THWAK! ARRRGGGH!
Mark shot up, tried to dance around the room rubbing his sore bottom and almost tripped over his half lowered trousers. He pulled them up and gently raised them over his stinging rear before clumsily securing the zip and clasp.
“I hope that you will have learnt your lesson Mark and that you will never try to steal from me again” thundered Miss Svenson “And there is just one further thing. I shall expect you here by 9.00 a.m. with £4.92 to pay for your cheese and cocktail sticks” “YYYes” Mark stammered. “I will”
Miss Svenson gave Mark a moment to compose himself and then escorted him through the shop, unlocked the door, and let him out. Mark looked at his watch — his ordeal had only lasted twenty minutes. He still had time to return to his bed sit and prepare for his guests.
The party went very well and was enjoyed by all. No one noticed that Mark stood for the whole evening or occasionally rubbed his bottom!
The next morning arrived and Mark was in Miss Svenson’s shop by 9.00 a.m. with the princely sum of £4.92. He handed it over and Miss Svenson accepted it with a wry smile. “How are you this morning Mark?” she enquired. “Fine thank you” he replied and reflected how grateful he was to still have a career to look forward to and how expensive that cheese could have been!