Caught in the Act - part 1

You’re in an upscale department store, browsing through racks of expensive clothing when you hear footsteps approaching. You quickly hide the dress you were admiring in your bag and turn to face the doorway as Detective Grant Dawson enters the fitting room.

“I caught you on camera,” he says sternly. “Shoplifting is a crime.”

I can’t believe I got caught again, you think to yourself. When will I learn?

Detective Dawson looks at you with an intensity that makes your heart race. He’s tall and broad-shouldered, with short-cropped dark hair and a square jawline. His eyes are a deep shade of blue, and he has a strong, muscular build that hints at his years spent in the military.

“Listen,” he says, “I could arrest you for this, but I have another idea. How about we settle this in a more… private manner?”

You raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

He leans closer and whispers, “I’ve seen the way you look at me. We both know there’s something between us.”

Your heart skips a beat as you realize he’s right. You have been watching him from afar, admiring his strong physique and the air of authority that surrounds him.

“Alright, fine,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant. “But you better make it worth my while.”

Detective Dawson smirks. “Oh, trust me. I will.” He steps back and gestures towards the door. “Follow me.”

You hesitate for a moment before deciding that this is probably your best option. You sling your bag over your shoulder and follow him through the store, trying not to draw attention to yourselves. He leads you to a private fitting room in a secluded corner of the store and locks the door behind you.

As he turns to face you, his eyes darken with desire. “Now let’s get started.”

You take a deep breath, feeling both nervous and excited about what’s to come. You’ve never been in a situation like this before, but there’s something about Detective Dawson that makes you feel safe… and incredibly turned on.

He gestures towards the chair in the corner of the room. “Take off your clothes and sit down.”

You obey, slowly removing your blouse and skirt until you’re standing before him in just your bra and panties. He runs his eyes over your body, taking in every curve and contour.

“Very nice,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. “Now, lie across my lap.”

You hesitate for a moment before doing as he asks. As you settle onto his lap, you can feel the heat radiating from his body. He places one hand on your lower back, holding you in place, while the other hand raises high into the air.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

You take a deep breath and nod. “Yes.”

His hand comes down with a resounding smack, landing squarely on your left buttock. The sting is intense, but it’s quickly followed by a rush of pleasure that spreads through your entire body. He spanks you again and again, each blow harder than the last, until your bottom is red and throbbing.

But you don’t want him to stop. You find yourself moaning and writhing on his lap, desperate for more. He seems to sense your desire because he slows down, rubbing your sore bottom with his hand before slipping a finger beneath the waistband of your panties.

“You like this, don’t you?” he whispers in your ear. “You like being spanked and dominated.”

“Yes,” you gasp, arching your back to give him better access. “I love it.”

He chuckles darkly and pulls your panties down, exposing your bare bottom to his gaze. He runs his fingers over your skin, tracing the outline of each bruise before dipping a finger into your wetness.

“You’re so turned on,” he says, his voice filled with satisfaction. “I knew you would be.”

He slips two fingers inside you, curling them upwards to find that sweet spot deep within. You cry out in pleasure as he begins to thrust his fingers in and out of your tight heat. All the while, he continues to spank your bottom, alternating between gentle caresses and hard smacks that make you squirm with desire.

“Please,” you beg, “I need more.”

He removes his fingers from your body and stands up, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants drop to the floor. His cock is thick and hard, jutting out from a nest of dark hair. You can’t help but stare, your mouth watering at the sight of it.

“On your knees,” he commands.

You obey, sinking down onto the soft carpet as he moves closer. He wraps one hand around his shaft and guides it towards your lips. You open your mouth, eager to taste him, and he groans as you take him in.

His hands move to cradle your face, his fingers tangling in your hair as he begins to thrust slowly in and out of your mouth. You suck hard, using your tongue to tease and torment him until he’s moaning with pleasure.

“Enough,” he says, pulling away from you. “I want to be inside you.”

He lifts you up and positions you on the chair, your legs spread wide as he kneels before you. He runs his hands up your thighs, pausing to rub your sore bottom before moving higher to cup your breasts. He pinches your nipples between his fingers, rolling them gently before giving them a sharp tug that makes you gasp with pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss your neck. “And so responsive.”

He positions himself at your entrance and pushes inside, his cock filling you completely. You moan as he begins to move, his hips slapping against yours with increasing speed and force. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making you clench around him even tighter.

“You feel amazing,” he grunts, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he drives into you. “So fucking good.”

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you meet each of his thrusts with one of your own. Your orgasm builds inside you, a tight coil of pleasure that threatens to burst at any moment.

“I’m going to come,” you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders. “I can’t hold it back.”

He groans in response and quickens his pace, pounding into you with a fierce intensity that sends you over the edge. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, washing over you in waves of pleasure so intense they border on pain. You scream his name as your body convulses, your inner muscles clenching around his cock.

He lets out a guttural moan and thrusts deep inside you one final time before stilling completely. You can feel his cock throbbing within you, pulsing with each jet of hot cum that fills your depths.

As the last tremors of your orgasm subside, he pulls out of you slowly, collapsing onto the floor beside the chair. You sit there, panting and dazed, unable to believe what just happened.

“That was… incredible,” he says finally, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair.

You nod in agreement, too spent to form coherent words. After a moment, he stands up and pulls on his pants, buckling his belt with shaky hands.

“I should go,” he says quietly. “But I’ll be back.”

With that, he unlocks the door and slips out of the fitting room, leaving you alone to process what just happened. As you gather your clothes and sling your bag over your shoulder, you can’t help but smile to yourself.

This might just be the beginning of something amazing, you think as you leave the store. And I can’t wait to see where it goes.

---

You arrive at Detective Grant Dawson’s home, feeling both nervous and excited about what the night might hold. The house is modern and spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a stunning view of the city skyline. He greets you at the door, dressed casually in jeans and a fitted T-shirt that shows off his muscular build.

‘Come on in,’ he says, stepping aside to let you enter. ‘I made us some drinks.’

You follow him into the living room, where two glasses of red wine are waiting on the coffee table. You take a seat on the couch and sip your drink, feeling the warmth spread through your body as you look around the room. The walls are adorned with framed photographs of Grant’s family and friends, giving you a glimpse into his personal life.

‘So,’ he says, leaning back on the couch and crossing one leg over the other. ‘How have you been since our little encounter at the store?’

You smile, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. ‘I’ve been good,’ you say. ‘I haven’t tried to shoplift again, if that’s what you’re asking.’

He chuckles and takes a sip of his wine. ‘Well, I’m glad to hear it. But honestly, I was more curious about how you felt afterwards. Did you enjoy our little… arrangement?’

You hesitate for a moment before answering. The truth is, the experience had been both thrilling and terrifying, pushing you out of your comfort zone in ways you never thought possible. ‘Yeah,’ you say finally. ‘I did.’

He nods, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. ‘Good. Because I’ve been thinking about it too… a lot, actually.’

There’s a moment of silence as you both sip your drinks, the tension in the room growing thicker by the second. Finally, Grant sets his glass down on the table and leans forward, his gaze locked on yours.

‘YN,’ he says softly. ‘There’s something I need to tell you.’

You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest as you wait for him to continue.

‘I have a… kink,’ he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. ‘And it’s something I’ve never shared with anyone before.’

Your curiosity piqued, you lean in closer. ‘What is it?’ you ask, your voice barely audible.

He takes a deep breath and looks you straight in the eye. ‘I like to spank women,’ he says bluntly. ‘Erotically.’

You feel your cheeks flush with heat as his words sink in. Part of you is shocked, but another part is intrigued. You’ve always been curious about exploring your sexuality, and the idea of being spanked by Grant Dawson is both exciting and terrifying.

‘I know it’s not for everyone,’ he continues quickly, ‘and if you’re not interested, that’s fine. I just thought… after what happened at the store… maybe you’d be open to trying something new.’

You take a moment to consider his offer. On one hand, the idea of being spanked by a complete stranger is more than a little intimidating. But on the other hand, there’s no denying the thrill you felt during your last encounter with him. And besides, it’s not like you have anything to lose.

‘I’m willing to try,’ you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper. ‘But only if it’s what you really want.’

Grant’s face breaks into a smile, his eyes filled with desire and gratitude. ‘It is,’ he says firmly. ‘More than anything.’

With that, he stands up and offers you his hand. ‘Come on,’ he says. ‘Let’s go to my bedroom.’

You take his hand, feeling a jolt of electricity run through your body as your skin touches his. He leads you down the hallway and into his bedroom, a spacious room with a king-size bed and floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a breathtaking view of the city.

He closes the door behind you and locks it, then turns to face you with a mischievous grin. ‘Now,’ he says, ‘let’s get started.’

Continue to Chapter 2