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Cheekychipmunk
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Username: Cheekychipmunk
Post Number: 150
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Saturday, September 23, 2006 - 03:40 pm: | 
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Jorja was once again in a mess. While sitting in the back room of the mall’s security office, she constantly kept thinking, * Why couldn’t she just have a little bit of patience and save up for the items she wanted? Why couldn’t she keep herself from picking up those so much wanted items and stuffing them in her backpack? How come she got caught so easily? *
The last two years Jorja had been on her own. Her parents helped her get an apartment when she was 20 years old, and for the first year had helped with the rent, utilities, and groceries. That was what was wrong, her parents had stopped helping with all the bills when they realized they were paying more of the bills while she wasted her money on everything else. She wasn’t really a selfish person; she bought stuff for friends and family members all the time. But she wasn’t learning how to life realistically. As a bank teller, the pay was good, good benefits and some left over after her bills. Jorja wanted more, she didn’t like penny-pinching or having to save for the items she wanted.
Jorja had begun her shoplifting a few months after her parents stopped helping with the bills. First it was little things, like grocery items, make-up form pharmacy stores, and little places that didn’t have too much security. After a couple of months of getting away with the little stuff, Jorja figured she was ready to hit the local mall. One problem which Jorja hadn’t thought about in the local mall was everyone knowing her and of course more security cameras and plain clothed security guards walking around.
The first time Jorja was caught shoplifting in the local mall she was mortified. The guy that stopped her had gone to high school with her. Jorja’s only defense was to start crying and plead with him not to tell anyone and to let her go. Jorja told Tony how hard it had been living on her own, and her mother’s birthday was coming up and she had wanted to get her mother something really special, but wouldn’t get a payday until after her mother’s birthday. Tony shook his head, knowing better than to let her go, but he did. Maybe being caught would scare her enough not to think about picking up something again.
Tony’s suspicion was partly right; it had frightened Jorja, but not enough to stop her from shoplifting again. Jorja went back to the grocery stores, small convenient stores, and pharmacies. Once again building up her nerve she decided to attempt the mall again. But this time instead of the local mall, she headed for the big mall in Birmingham. Up there no one would know her and she would casually walk through the mall and see how the security worked there. For several days Jorja left her job, and went to search out the mall. She found that the security was very lax in some stores. Today would be the day; she had found a small shop with only one cashier and several customers she had to attend to. Sitting on a shelf was a beautifully crafted glass animal. Jorja had collected glass animals from all her vacations and always looked for a new piece to add to her collection. Looking around she had made sure that no one was watching her, that the cashier was busy with another customer and gently slipped the animal into her handbag. Jorja turned and walked out the door to do some more shopping.
The next store Jorja found a shirt that was, in her opinion, to die for, so once again glancing over her shoulders and seeing that no one was watching she slipped it off the hanger and down into her handbag. Two more stores had Jorja’s handbag almost filled. She had found her dad a very nice expensive pen set which would look lovely on his desk and be a great gift for his birthday. She also found her mom the most beautiful earring and necklace set she had ever seen. True both these items were very valuable, but neither of the other stores had caught her so she slid the sets into her handbag, with a cocky smile, sashaying out the door she went to find the food court. The five-finger discount way of shopping sure did make one hungry. Besides if they didn’t stop her in the stores then she was in the clear.
After purchasing her food, Jorja found a table and sat down to enjoy her lunch. Standing behind her a security guard hmm..hmmmed as he cleared his throat to get her attention. Jorja turned around and seen not one but two security guards standing behind her. Gulping down the bite of food she had just taken, she casually asks, “Can I help you?”
James and Travis both looked at her as though she had grown two heads, thinking, this one is a cool one. Most likely she is a pro at shoplifting. James replies, “Yes! We need you to come with us.” Jorja getting a bit worried now, chews on her lower lip and looks back and forth to the two guys, deciding to play it cool. “Well, I would like to finish my lunch first if possible, but if it is so terribly important than I’ll come with you.”
Travis nods his head, positions her between the two of them and off they go to the back room of the security office.
Since Jorja is an adult they don’t have to contact anyone but after showing her the video tapes of each store, talking to her about her problem they decided they would drop the charges if and only if she contacted a family member or friend which could help her with her problem. And it couldn’t be her parents. Since she sobbed out the whole story of how she started shoplifting they knew her parents would most likely turn a blind eye. Jorja asked them to call Trent Hawkins, he was a close friend of the family and hopefully she could get him to keep this just between the two of them.
Travis knew Trent as soon as Jorja mentioned his name. He had also heard Trent talk about a close friend and the antics his daughter was always pulling. He knew Trent was a no nonsense type of guy and this young friend of his was going to be in a heap of trouble.
Jorja sat back, biting her fingernails and anxiously watching the security room door. She knew Trent wasn’t going to be happy about this latest episode. After being caught at the local mall by Tony, Trent had sat her down and had a long conversation with her about shoplifting. Now this! What was Trent going to think of her and how would she ever talk him into not telling her parents. Jorja knew they wouldn’t do anything to her but they would be highly disappointed in her.
The creaking of the security room door had Jorja jumping like a scared jackrabbit. Chancing a look she saw Trent filling the doorway, 6’ tall, dark hair- short with a bit of curl at the ends, muscle toned body and a very much aggravated look on his usually very handsome face. Leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, eyebrows raised and his gray eyes hard as steel. “A little jumpy are we?” Smirking he asks.
All Jorja could do was nod her head and try to gather her wits about her to defend herself to Trent.
Trent wasn’t much older than herself, just 28, but he still seen her as a kid sister and she had a big time crush on Trent. One she didn’t know that he knew about. But with his friendship to her dad, which had befriended him when he first joined the Deputy Sheriff’s department, he wasn’t about to act upon hers or his feelings for each other. At least not until she had time to grow up, which he had hoped she was already doing, though the latest examples of her supposedly adult hood choices left much to be desired.
“Well, Young Lady? Care to explain yourself?” Trent asked with a harshness and coldness in his voice which she had never heard before.
“Ahem.. it’s like this.”, Jorja went into a greater sob story than she had told the two security guards and ramming home the points of wanting to do something special for her parents. Figuring this would be the quickest way to get him to calm down and see her viewpoint.
Judging from his unmoved stance from the door, and slight shaking of his head when she thought she made a good point, it seemed like she was going to be the only one seeing her viewpoint of the situation. Trent wasn’t falling for any of her excuses. He knew her parents had spoiled her as a child, and then when helping her out she had gotten use to lots of extra money. She just couldn’t stand the thought of not getting what she wanted when she wanted it. Rubbing his jaw, looking over her with that steely eyed glare, he spoke with more harshness than she heard earlier, “ I saw the tapes.” *Jorja’s jaw dropped and she waved her hands in the air, attempting to explain herself and the satisfied look she had when she thought she had gotten away with stealing. * “I saw the tape of your interrogation with the two guards, so none of your crocodile tears, or any explanation you can give me will change my opinion of what I think needs to be done to correct your behavior. Do you understand?” Jorja cringed Trent had been saying little things lately when he had to have talks with her about her behavior and none of them really appealing to her. Trent straightened up walked across the room to assist Jorja in standing up and escorted her with a very firm hold on her arm to his car.
Shaking from partial fear and anticipation of the upcoming events, Jorja sat as close to the door of the car as possible. Maybe just maybe if she wished hard enough the ground might actually open and swallow her up. The 60 mile ride back to her apartment was one of complete silence, with Jorja staring out the window and Trent contemplating what he was going to do about Jorja.
No way would or could he tell her parents. Jorja was usually a very good girl she didn’t know how to grow up and if things kept going on the track they were on, she never would. Her parents knew when she done something wrong but lacked the ability to do more than lightly scold her and ask her to do better. And today could have been a very devastating day to her life, had she be caught by someone that wanted to make an example out of her. He had known Travis all of his life and Travis knew about Jorja being special to him. Once Travis had discovered who is was he had talked his buddy into letting him handle the situation with calling in Trent to handle the misguided girl.
Turning into the parking lot of Jorja’s apartment complex, Jorja finally gets the nerve to ask, “Trent, are you going to tell mom and dad?” Trent deciding not to let her off the hook to quickly or easily, parks the car and turns to look at her, speaking softly yet threatening, “I ought to. They have a right to know what you have been up to and that this isn’t the first time.” Jorja drops her head and sobbing and pleading, “Please Trent! I’ll do anything to keep them from knowing. They’ll be so disappointed in me.”
“What do you think should be done?” Trent asks.
“Well…. The last few times we talked you kept saying something about tanning my backside for doing something so stupid. And then you said one other time that if you had your way, I’d be a very sorry little girl, and that having to take my meals standing up for a week might give me the help I need to grow up.” Jorja says while keeping her eyes on her feet.
“Let me see if I understand what you’re saying.” Trent states with an amused glint in his eye. Jorja doesn’t see it due to paying lots of attention to the floorboard of his car. Trent gently raises her chin and turns her head so they can look eye to eye when he makes his statement. By now he has control of the amused glint and has hardened his eyes and voice once again, “You will take a bare-bottom spanking and I’ll not tell your parents or anyone else about this stunt today?”
“Ugh…Yeah I guess.” Jorja replies quietly.
“Not I guess.” Trent once again forces her to look him in the eyes, “You will answer with either yes or no.”
Jorja thinking a spanking can’t be too bad. She was recalling a paddling that she had received but it was over her jean clad bottom. Bare bottomed with the hand might be a little harder but shouldn’t be that bad. Clearing her throat, hoping to speak a little louder, Jorja replied, “Yes.” Alas the “Yes” came out more like a squeak than her normal voice.
Trent looked into her eyes for several seconds and then replied, “Go to your apartment and wait for me in the living room. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Jorja got out of the car and with steps of dreaded anticipation she entered her apartment to await Trent’s arrival.
After watching Jorja enter her apartment Trent went to the trunk of his car and retrieved his special bag. He had a gut feeling the last few months that he and Jorja were going to have a reckoning. Trent wasn’t new to spanking badly behaved girls, he had several friends that acted very much like brats. He always used his sense of discipline to make them behave around him. In fact, Trent thought with a sly smile, Jorja was the only girl that had gotten away with acting badly around him. Now she was going to learn what a spanking was and just how much it helped to change a girl’s attitude.
(Message edited by fanny on September 23, 2006)
"Success in almost any field depends more on energy and drive than it does on intelligence."
Sloan Wilson
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Cheekychipmunk
Spanko
Username: Cheekychipmunk
Post Number: 151
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Saturday, September 23, 2006 - 05:27 pm: |
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Thank you very much Fanny for making the corrections for me. I'll inspect my stories a bit closer before posting. Thanks a bunch.
"Success in almost any field depends more on energy and drive than it does on intelligence."
Sloan Wilson
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Fanny
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Fanny
Post Number: 2735
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, September 23, 2006 - 06:18 pm: |
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Your welcome Cheeky, it was not a problem at all.
Queen of Innocence
"Well behaved woman rarely make history"
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Ma_vie_en_rose
Spanko
Username: Ma_vie_en_rose
Post Number: 234
Registered: 01-2006
| | Posted on Sunday, September 24, 2006 - 02:45 pm: |
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Oh you tease!
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Cheekychipmunk
Spanko
Username: Cheekychipmunk
Post Number: 152
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Sunday, September 24, 2006 - 04:02 pm: |
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Rose,
There is a second part.... I'll post it in a few days.
"Success in almost any field depends more on energy and drive than it does on intelligence."
Sloan Wilson
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Pinkcheeks
Advanced Spanko
Username: Pinkcheeks
Post Number: 863
Registered: 12-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, September 24, 2006 - 04:39 pm: |
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 well done Cheeky!! Cant wait to read part 2!
"Do I have to be good ALL the time?"
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Cheekychipmunk
Spanko
Username: Cheekychipmunk
Post Number: 153
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Sunday, September 24, 2006 - 08:23 pm: |
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Thanks Pinky.
"Success in almost any field depends more on energy and drive than it does on intelligence."
Sloan Wilson
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Tammynx
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Tammynx
Post Number: 1226
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Monday, September 25, 2006 - 07:59 am: |
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Very good!! Can't wait for the rest!!
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