I don't know what possessed me to steal the magazine from the newsstand, except that I was between underaged, horny and I wanted it. Lousy excuses.
I was 17, and working the summer at a food court franchise in the big local mall. Our shop, like the rest of the stores in the mall, had closed for the night. However, the newsstand always stayed open a half-hour later than everything else, and I'd wandered in to ogle the covers on the gay porn. There was one magazine that really caught my eye, with a cute young guy on the cover. I flipped through it and saw that his photo layout was really hot. I had to have this magazine!
I was a familiar face to the merchants in the shopping center, so no one in the newsstand glanced twice at me when I walked out the door with the skin mag tucked under my shirt and nestled below my belt.
At least I thought no one had noticed, until a hand rested on my shoulder just outside the door.
I spun around and came face to face with one of the mall security guards. Officer Alan McDermott, to be precise.
Officer McDermott was young, about 25, and -- to my raging adolescent imagination -- really hot. He had short brown hair, a cute face with a turned-up nose, nice pecs, a trim waist on a lean body, and the cutest ass I'd seen all summer.
I'd noticed him around the mall dozens of times; I'd even casually followed behind him a few times as he made his rounds, watching that adorable bubble-butt of his swinging from side to side. Sometimes I even thought he caught me staring at his ass, but I always looked away so quickly I couldn't tell for sure. Anyway, he knew me by sight, and he always had a smile for me when we passed each other. Only he wasn't smiling now.
"Let's see that magazine, son."
My blood ran cold. I couldn't deny I'd stolen the magazine, because he'd obviously seen me lift it from the rack. But what terrified me was the kind of magazine it was. What would he do when I handed over a slick glossy rag with page after page of naked young men with big fat hard-ons?
"C'mon, kid. I saw you take it. Now hand it over."
"Not here, please! Can't we go to your office?"
He appraised me solemnly for a moment, and I thought I saw a little flicker of a grin, but he remained impassive as he shrugged.
"All right, kid. March."
We walked to the mall offices in silence. Cold sweat ran down my neck and nestled under my arms. How the hell was I going to get out of this one? And what about my job? They'd probably ban me from the mall for life!
We went down one of the service entrances, our footsteps echoing in the bright, deserted hallway. Finally, he stopped at the office door and unlocked it. He held opened the door and I shrank inside, still trembling. Now was the moment of truth.
Officer McDermott walked me to his office. I noticed with relief that no one else was around. Relief, and something else, something that stirred restlessly in my loins.
We went inside and he closed the door. He removed his cap and sat down at his desk.
"Okay, son. Let's see it."
With shaking fingers, I removed the offending magazine from beneath my shirt and handed it to him, face down. He turned it over, registered the name and idly thumbed a few pages before laying it on the desk between us. I was amazed that he didn't mention the kind of magazine I'd taken. Then I started to become excited by his nonchalance. Was he telling me something without saying a word?
I didn't have time to really pursue the thought. He started right in on his lecture.
"You're a mall employee. You're supposed to be a representative of the stores here. You're supposed to be above suspicion. What do you have to say for yourself, boy?"
"I'm really sorry. I've never stolen anything before, honest!"
He stared at me in stony silence. Once more, I thought I saw a flicker of something on his lips, but it disappeared again.
"Will you tell the newsstand what I did? Will you tell my boss? Will I have to leave the mall?"
"I don't know, kid. I don't know."
"I swear I'll never steal anything again!"
"Look, I believe you. You're too scared to be lying."
"Then you'll let this go?"
"No, I can't do that. Something has to be done about this."
"Don't tell anyone -- please!"
"I can't just let you off scott-free. Theft is theft. You have to be punished for this."
"I'll do anything you want. Just don't tell on me."
Now the flicker returned, and it stayed on his lips long enough for me to be sure I really had seen it.
"Anything, huh? What's your name, boy?
"Scott."
" And how old are you, Scott?"
"Seventeen, sir."
"A little old to be sneaking magazines from a newsstand, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir."
"You think you're a man, but you're not. You're just a boy. Aren't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, sir, what?"
"I'm just a boy."
"A bad boy."
"Yes, sir. A bad boy."
"What do you think I should do?"
"I dunno."
"Oh, I think you do. What's the best punishment for little boys who steal?"
He was staring straight into my eyes.
"Well? What do we do with bad boys?"
I looked away, mumbling my answer.
"What was that? I didn't hear you."
My face burned. I was trembling all over, but that heat in my groin was more pronounced. I felt my teen-_c_o_c_k_ growing hard in my pants.
"Look at me and repeat what you said. What do we do with bad boys?"
I looked up again, and this time I blurted it out.
"Give them a spanking!"
He nodded.
"That's right. And it's got to be one you'll never forget."
He pushed his chair away from the desk, rose and walked to the couch against the wall on the other side of the room. Then he sat.
"All right, kid. Come here."
I walked over to the couch. When I was standing in front of him, he reached his hand out and gripped my arm. Before I knew what was happening, I was lying face-down on his lap, my belly over his knees. My chest rested against the arm of the couch and my legs were splayed over the cushions. His right arm lay over my back and sneaked under my belly, holding me firmly in place.
He didn't waste any time. As soon as I was settled, his left hand began a rapid series of blows to my bottom. Even with my pants and underwear on, it hurt like hell, and he didn't let up, just kept smacking my ass, blow after blow. Yet through the pain and humiliation, my teen-_c_o_c_k_ kept growing harder. Here I was, over the knee of the hottest security officer in the mall, who was giving me a spanking as if I really was just a bad little kid. The sensations, the feel of his rough callused hand hitting my butt, the sounds the spanking made in the little office -- all this combined to really turn me on.
After a while, the spanking stopped, and I was feeling a little disappointed when suddenly I heard Officer McDermott speak.
"This isn't good enough. Stand up and take those pants down."
I climbed off his lap, the pain from the blows he'd already administered throbbing through my bottom. Standing before him, I was acutely aware that the bulge under my crotch was going to be painfully obvious. But I had no choice. My trembling fingers undid the snap and pulled down the zipper. I shucked my trousers around my ankles and stepped out of them. My face was scarlet with embarrassment. I couldn't look at him. My teen-_c_o_c_k_ stood straight out beneath my briefs.
He didn't even mention my hard-on. He simply yanked me back over his knee again and held me down. My crotch was between his thighs, and I wondered when my _d_i_c_k_ would make contact with his leg, and what he'd say when it did.
Officer McDermott shifted his left leg slightly, and I felt my bottom rise up. The first blow of his hand made me gasp in surprise. With only a thin layer of cotton to protect me, his hand landed with painful force along my ass.
Seemingly satisfied with thing as they stood, he began to spank me with greater intensity. The slightly muffled sound of his palms connecting with my bottom rent the air of the room, and each new blow brought a new assault of sharp, stinging pain that exploded in my bottom. I began to cry out, and I felt myself squirming involuntarily on his lap, trying vainly to move my ass out of the way of his massive hands. As I did so, I could feel my _c_o_c_k_ rubbing against his thigh, and growing harder by the second.
In a minute or two, the spanking stopped again. I felt my body slump with relief. My butt-cheeks were hot and throbbing, but at least it was over!
"Get up," he growled. I pried myself off his lap, a little more gingerly this time due to the pulsating pain in my bottom. I stood before him, hiding my massive erection with my hands. I expected him to lecture me a bit more and then let me go. Instead, he took a handkerchief out of his breast pocket and lay it over his left knee. I had no time to consider this, because he glared up at me and issued another order.
"This isn't over yet, son. Not by a long shot. I want those briefs down, right now."
I swallowed hard. His face betrayed nothing, and his eyes were severe. What could I do? I slipped my hands beneath the elastic band and pulled down my underpants. My _c_o_c_k_ bobbed up, hard and pulsing before me. My face burned with shame, but before I could move my hands in front of my groin, Officer McDermott pulled me down over his lap once more.
This time my _c_o_c_k_, freed from its cotton prison, stabbed against the handkerchief over his thigh. He lifted his left leg again, and as before I felt my hot butt rise up. By this point I was so turned on by the deliberately prolonged spanking that I pushed my tender bottom even higher. I wanted to feel his big hand lashing at my blushing cheeks, to meet each new blow by thrusting my hips back and lifting my smarting buns toward his avenging palm.
At this point, Officer McDermott wasn't rushing into things. He held me firmly in place with his right hand and gently stroked my bottom with his left. I sighed deeply as his callused palm caressed my aching young butt-cheeks. This was more than comfort. It made me even stiffer. And it was at that moment I first felt the officer's _c_o_c_k_ push against my belly. He was as hard as I was!
His hand roamed in soft strokes along my rump, soothing me into a state that was both relaxed and aroused. And just as my body un-tensed and I lowered my bottom in bliss, he took his hand away and brought it down again with a savage intensity. The sound of his palm smacking my naked, sweaty ass split my ears at the same moment the pain hit my smarting butt. I howled in surprise, grinding my crotch against his thigh.
Officer McDermott tanned my backside without mercy. The blows came fast and furious now, the sounds exploding with a satisfying splat! of flesh-on-flesh. Despite the searing pain of the spanking, he operated with deliberation. First he'd hit my left cheek, then my right, then his palm smacked fully across both cheeks at once, flaying the center of my bottom with his well-aimed blows. After alternating this way for a while, he suddenly spread my cheeks by moving his leg and begin again: left, right, middle. Now he was hitting previously untouched more areas of buttflesh, and the pain was excruciating -- especially when his hand occasionally fell between my crack and glanced against my tender asshole.
I was crying out in pain now as he my whacked my battered rear-end, even as I found myself pushing up to meet his thrashing blows. By the time his attentions turned to the soft flesh just below the buttocks, I was wild with excitement. My _c_o_c_k_ was grinding against his thigh, and just as the spanking reached its greatest intensity, I felt my body tense and my balls draw up as I came, spewing out my hot load against his leg. My sphincter spasmed and my prostate pumped wildly as wave after wave of jizz exploded out the head of my angry young teen-_d_i_c_k_. I gasped and moaned in erotic delirium until finally I was spent. Now I knew why he'd put the hanky on his lap!
Quickly, Officer McDermott lifted me up and set me down again on my knees, my belly pressed against the sofa cushion. He rose, unzipped his pants and swiftly yanked them to the floor. I turned my head just as he slipped his cotton briefs down his hips, revealing his massive prong. It was hard and throbbing, and he took it in hand, jerking it savagely. In a moment, he moaned loudly and his cum splattered over my burning cheeks.
When his orgasm was over, he fell to his knees and his body wrapped itself around my own. His softening prick rested between the sizzling cheeks of my well-spanked bottom and he lay there, breathing hard and rubbing his palms gently over my burning butt.
Finally he rose and I stood on wobbly, trembling legs. He handed me some tissues and I wiped his cum off my smarting ass. Then we dressed wordlessly. At last he spoke, his voice rasping.
"I guess that'll teach you, huh?"
I shook my head no, and he looked surprised.
"Well," I said slyly as I rubbed my scalded butt with my hands, "it was a good lesson. But what if I step out of line again? I might. I'm a slow learner sometimes."
His face broke into a wide grin.
"Then we'll just have to go through this all over again, won't we? After all, we want you to be a good boy."
He opened his office door and walked me out. As I was about to leave the mall office, he stopped me. He went back to his desk. As I waited I stood there rubbing my still-burning rear end and wondering if my butt would still be red in the morning. In a moment he came back with a large manila envelope. He handed it to me, and I looked inside; it was the magazine.
"You might as well take this with you. You earned it."
"Thanks!"
He ruffled my hair and smiled.
"Same time next week?"
I nodded happily. His face became stony, but there was a glint in his eye.
"Don't be late, boy, or I might have to turn you over my knee."
I knew I needed more of Officer McDermott's special brand of discipline. I also knew I'd be just a teeny little bit late ...