I lay awake in bed for quite sometime thinking about the events that had just happened. I had been spanked and fucked by my step dad, and although I had never thought about him sexually he had obviously thought about me that way. Even though I had been humiliated at first I had to admit to myself that I had enjoyed the feeling of his cock inside me. I also thought about my mother not only seeing me naked, spanking me, but she had also seen me masturbate. This I found humiliating beyond words. I had been throwing away the pill I was supposed to take every morning for quite sometime now, so my submitting to commands from people could not be blamed on the medication any more. I finally came to the conclusion that I enjoyed the humiliation, the spankings and the sex. These thoughts in my mind I soon fell asleep.

The next several days went by without incident, the only thing I noticed was that the longer I kept not taking the pill in the morning, the more my old thought processes came back. The only difference being that now I had the urge to tease and use my body to get things but at the same time I wanted to be busted for it and punished, not because of the medication, but for the sexual thrill of it.

Another day went by with nothing happening, but when I woke up I had a plan running through my mind. There was a gay, leather, sex toy, magazine shop in the gay section a few miles from where I lived. I planned on trying to get in and see if I could use my looks to not only get in but get some free stuff. I had seen the guy who ran it a few times. He looked to be in his sixties, tall and in good shape.

I quickly showered and dressed in my shortest shorts, a very tight sleeveless t-shirt and pulled on my shoes. I walked out the door to the bus stop and was soon standing in front of the shop. I was disappointed to see that the store did not open for almost 2 hours. I stood in front of the display window looking at a variety of dildos, leather clothing, bondage equipment and several things that I had no idea what they were.

I had been standing there for about 15 minutes when I noticed movement, looked up and saw the owner looking at me through the display window. I gave him a wide smile and waved at him, he smiled back and pointed his finger towards the door. I walked over and he opened the door and told me he usually did not open for a couple hours and invited me in to look around. I thanked him for allowing me in and started looking around the shop. There was a huge section of dildos, vibrators and other anal toys as well as tons of types of lube.

I moved on and checked out the leather clothing, jackets, pants, shorts etc, enjoying the smell of the leather. I tried on a couple of the jackets, liking how I looked in the mirror. I then tried on a pair of the shorts, enjoying the tightness and feel of the soft leather. I picked up a couple pairs of the leather cuffs wondering how they would feel on me. I then walked over to the area that had bondage benches and other bondage equipment. I picked up a bar that was about 3 feet long and had 2 cuffs attached to it at each end. I stood puzzling over it for a few minutes until I figured out what it was and how it would be used. Once I had figured it out I found myself imagining myself attached to it, my wrists and ankles cuffed, spread wide and noticed that I was starting to get hard.

I could tell that the owner was watching me as I went from section to section. I next checked out the straps, paddles and other spanking equipment, but I could not get the vision of me attached to the spreader bar out of my mind. Unfortunately it was too expensive for me and I would need someone to attach me to it. I went back to the leather clothing area and picked out a pair of shorts. I asked the owner if I could try them on. He told me yes and pointed me to the changing room. I walked into it, pulled my shorts off and put the leather shorts on. I walked back out into the store and asked the owner if they looked good on me. He smiled and told me they did, adding that anything would look good on somebody as cute as me. I gave him a huge smile and thanked him. I walked over to the full length mirror and turned so I could check out how my butt looked in the shorts, at the same time lifting my t-shirt to show off my lower abdomen. I could see in the mirror that the owner was staring intently.

I let him get a good look and then walked back to the changeroom and put my shorts back on and returned the leather ones to the display. I picked out a couple of shirts and again asked if I could try them on, he told me yes. Instead of going to the changeroom, I pulled my t-shirt off and tried them on right there. Loving the feel of the shirts and the owner now openly staring at me. I mentioned to him that it was hot in the store as I put the shirts back and he told me the air conditioning took a while to start working. I wanted to get some of the stuff from the store, but did not have much money, so instead of putting my t-shirt back on, I just carried it in my hand. I walked right up to the counter so I was only about 2 feet away from the owner and started looking at the display of collars and other things. I could see out of the corner of my eye the owner staring and noticed he had a bulge in his pants.

As I looked over the counter display I casually ran my hand over my chest and then down over my abs. I looked up at the owner, my hand still roaming over my chest and abs and told him I did not have much money, but that I was interested in several things in the store. I saw that his face had reddened some as he asked me what I was interested in. I told him a vibrator, prostate stimulator, some of the clothes and some lube. He looked at me and told me it looked like I had been interested in the spreader bar too. I told him I was, but I could not afford it and did not know anybody who would be able to put me into it.

I could see he was thinking and staring as I let my hand roam down my body to my shorts. I then went lower and ran my hand across the front of my shorts emphasizing my now almost fully hard cock. The man told me that he could give me a bit of a discount but not much. This made me a little angry so I quickly put my t-shirt back on and went back to roaming the store. I walked back to the dildo display and waited until he was not looking. I grabbed a vibrator and a prostate stimulator and shoved them down my shorts. I then roamed the store a bit longer, said bye to the owner as I walked to the door. I turned the knob, but the door did not open. I noticed it was a double keyed dead bolt so the owner would have to open it.

He walked over I thought to open the door, but instead grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around quickly. Looking at my shorts he told me it looked like I was trying to leave with more in my shorts than I came in with. I told him I did not know what he was talking about. He told me in a loud voice to take whatever I had put in my shorts out right now. I stammered for a minute, but finally pulled the vibrator and prostate stimulator out of my shorts and handed them to him. He grabbed them with one hand and pointed at a sign that read, we prosecute all shoplifters. Hr grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me over to the counter and started to pick up the phone. I asked him who he was calling, and he told me the police.

I panicked and begged him not to call them and that I would pay for the items. He told me it was too late for that and started to dial. I begged him again not to, telling him I would do anything he wanted. He looked at me, asked ANYTHING, and I told him yes. He put the phone down and still holding my shoulder told me I needed to be punished and that when he was done I would never think about shoplifting again.

He lead me to the bondage area of the store and told me since I liked the spreader bar so much, I was going to see what it felt like. He pulled the bar to the center of the room and pushed me to my knees. He reached down and pulled my shoes off and quickly attached the leather cuffs to my ankles, he then grabbed my right wrist and cuffed it beside my right ankle then did the same to my left. He then grabbed a big cushion, put it in front of me and then pushed me over it. The spreader bar had my ankles secured and about 3 feet apart, with my wrists right beside them. Being pushed over the cushion, left my butt up in the air. I struggled a bit, but found I could not move at all. At least I still had my clothes on to protect my butt some during the spanking, or so I thought until I felt something metal at the back waistband of my shorts. I heard a snip and realized they were scissors, I quickly begged him not to cut my shorts off, but without a word he kept cutting until I felt him grab my now ruined shorts and pull them out of the way. He then did the same to my t-shirt, throwing it on top of my ruined shorts.

I was now spread wide open and naked except for my briefs. I felt the scissors go to my briefs and again begged him not to, but again without a word he cut them down the back and pulled them off leaving me naked, my legs spread wide, my wrists secured beside them and my butt up and also held open by the way I was secured to the spreader bar. Finished cutting my clothes off I heard the owner say what a nice sight. I then felt his hands running over my back then down to my butt and finally reaching underneath to fondle my cock and balls. I felt his hands go back to my back, then gently patting my butt, at the same time telling me what a nice butt and skin I had. He told me this was going to be a treat for him as reached underneath and again fondled my now hardening cock.

I heard him walk away, heard a rustling noise and then heard him behind me again. The next thing I felt was what I thought was a hairbrush running gently over my very exposed butt. Without warning the first swat landed with a loud crack, I tried to move, but the the spreader bar and being pushed forward on the cushion made movement impossible. I heard the owner say, struggle all you want, you are not going anywhere until I am finished with you. The next swat landed even harder and with a louder smacking noise. He settled into a routine of hitting the same spot twice before moving to the next cheek and doing the same thing. On and on he went, picking up the speed and intensity, covering every inch of my butt cheeks, while lecturing me on stealing and for trying to use my body to tease him.

The hairbrush spanking went on until I had tears running down my face and was softly sobbing. I again heard him walk away, rustle around and come up behind me again. I figured he had got another spanking implement, so I was very surprised when I felt lube being pushed into my very exposed hole. I begged him to please stop, but again without a word felt more lube being pushed into me. The next thing I felt was something being pushed into me, it was not very big and slipped in easily. I felt him move it around some and then felt a huge thrill as it hit a spot inside me. My cock instantly responded by getting fully hard, and was very soon leaking so much pre cum I wondered what was going on.

The feeling was so intensely pleasurable that I was soon moaning so loud I just barely heard the owner tell me that I obviously had never had my prostate gland played with before. The more he stimulated it, the harder my cock got and so much fluid was coming out my cockhead it felt almost like I was peeing. I started moaning so loud and got so lost in the sensation, that I became unaware of everything around me.

As quickly as it had started, it stopped and I felt the probe pull out of me. A few seconds later I felt a leather belt land squarely across my butt cheeks with a very loud cracking noise. It was so sudden I cried out, but the first was quickly followed by a second, then a third. He was expertly landing the belt across both my butt cheeks with each swing. I lost count of the swings, but when he stopped I was sobbing out loud, tears freely running down my face.

I begged him to stop, but very soon felt the prostate device back inside me, doing its magic. I was soon moaning in pleasure louder than I ever had in my life. He was expertly, what he called, milking my prostate gland. The pleasurable feeling built higher and higher until I was moaning even louder, so loud I was sure somebody would hear, but at the same time did not care. He kept it up until I had such a huge and intense orgasm I almost passed out. I could feel what felt like every drop of cum I had ever had shooting out the head of my cock. My body was shaking, breathing heavily and I felt sweat on my body, but still the intense pleasure went on and on. Finally I felt the device pull out of me. I lay there panting, my head spinning and feeling better than I ever had before in my life.

I felt my cuffs being undone, and was soon free. I started to stand up, stubled a bit on shaky legs, and managed to get my balance. The owner looked at me and told me he expected me to come back in a few days. In a shaky voice I told him I would. He went on to tell me that the spanking had been for stealing and teasing him, the prostate milking had been for me because he said I was such an exceptionally good looking guy. I thanked him sincerely, and he told me to stand there. He left but was back quickly with a digital camera. He started snapping pictures, telling me how to pose, when to turn around etc. He must have taken 100 pictures at least, with me in every position imaginable. Finished with his picture taking, he told me there was only 1 thing left for todays punishment.

I wondered what he had in mind, but decided not to ask. He walked to the clothing area of the store and brought back a pair of shorts that were helf together by snaps and could easily be pulled off and told me to put them on. Remembering now that he had cut my own clothes to pieces, I realized I would have to wear them. I pulled them on as he emptied the pockets of my cut up shorts and handed me my keys and money. He told me he had to open the store soon, but that he would give me a drive. I pulled on my shoes and followed him out the back to his car and got in. I told him where I lived and we drove, as he reminded me to be back in a few days. I promised him I would as I wondered what the humiliation he had in mind was.

When we were three blocks from my house he pulled over to the side of the road. I asked him why he had stopped and he told me he wanted me to walk the rest of the way. I thanked him for not calling the cops on me and told him I would see him in a few days. I grabbed for the car door handle and started to open it when I felt his hand on the shorts he had given me. With one pull the snaps let go, with one more pull he was holding the shorts in his hand and I was sitting naked in his car except for my shoes, my house keys and money in my hand.

I looked at him and asked what he was doing. He quickly told me that since I liked using my body to tease that I should have no problem walking the last 3 blocks naked. My mouth fell open and I started to stammer and beg him to let me wear the shorts. He quickly responded that the longer I argued the farther away he would drive. I pleaded with him to let me wear the shorts, promising him I would do anything he wanted. He told me I had already promised him that and that if I planned on backing out of my promise he had me on the stores security video stealing and that he would report me. I tried one more time to beg him for the shorts which resulted in him quickly pulling a u-turn and driving one more block away from my house. He again pulled a u-turn so we were facing the way I would have to walk and asked me in a stern voice if I wanted him to pull even farther away.

Beaten, I told him no Sir. I grabbed the door handle, quickly scanned the road for people, very pleased to not see anybody. I looked back with a pleading look in my eyes, but he just looked at me and started to put his car in gear again. Not wanting to walk even farther naked, I opened the door and climbed out and then closed the door behind me. He waved at me, quickly did a u-turn and drove away. Leaving me naked except fopr my shoes, standing on the side walk, 4 blocks away from my house.

Authors note: I hope you have enjoyed part 8 of this series of stories. As always, comments, suggestions are always read and appreciated.