I lived in part of the house, the rest being occupied by father, my 37 year old Step mother and her sixteen year old daughter. My Grandparents had died 5 years ago and left over 5 million in trust for me when I reached 25 years old. My father who is 60 years old has power over my trust fund and as long as I 'Keep out of trouble' as he puts it for the next two years I'm set for life. I told my father I was taking a year or so out from University to experience 'life' and would return to finish my degree in a couple of years time and he 'bought it!'
So now I spend my day's hanging with friends and just chilling, as my father works away 3 weeks in the month life would be ideal except of course for the 'invaders' in my house, my step mother Sarah and her daughter Melissa, they both moved in when my father remarried a year ago. I am sure the resentment between both then and I is mutual, but for my fathers sake we all reluctantly tolerate each other. My father wealthy in his own right was left by my mother when I was only 3 years old, she ran off with the gardener and neither my father or I have seen her since.
So here we are one big happy family.....not!
My father had left on a business trip the day before and I was lounging on my bed enjoying the morning sun filling my room when there was a knock on my door, it was my step-mother Sarah enquiring if I was going to the mall any time during the next couple of days and I informed her I was intending to go that afternoon.
"Would you do me a favour and collect a package from one of the stores in the Mall?", asked Sarah.
"I suppose so", I replied trying to sound as inconvenienced as possible.
"Great!", said Sarah, with that she gave me a piece of paper with the name and address of the store.
After spending the afternoon with some guy's I knew I decided to find the store my step-mother had told me about before it closed.
The store turned out to be some kind of ladies fashion store called Anabelle's. I went inside and asked the girl assistant near the door where the main counter was, she told me it was right at the back of the store, so I made my way through the racks of women's clothes, lingerie, accessories and finally to the main counter, another young women aged about eighteen was attending the counter.
"Here to pick up a parcel for, Sarah" I said.
"I don't know anything about I' am afraid", said the assistant.
I noticed the girls name badge which read Tanya. "Well Tanya you better run along and find someone who does Know". Tanya hesitated, "Now!", I bellowed.
The young girl went red faced and hurried through a door at the back of the store. A couple of minutes passed and I could see the other young assistant at the front of the store obviously preparing to close the store, I glanced around and realised I must have been the last customer of the day. Just then Tanya returned with a tall slim woman about 40 years old with long straight black hair, she wore a black pencil skirt and a white blouse. "I am the owner, I gather your here to collect something, would that be for a Mrs Westbourne?", asked the women with Tanya, with a good deal of authority.
"Yes", I said.
"Well, if you had said that in the first I would not have needed to be disturbed, Tanya fetch Mrs Westbourne's goods", the woman continued.
Tanya collected a box from under the counter and the store owner gave her a large bag to put the box in, Tanya passed the bag to the store owner who in turn passed the closed bag to me.
"There you are sir", said the Woman who owned the store.
"Yeah, whatever", I replied, and turned to leave the store, "stuck up bitch", I muttered as my back was turned. I said it just loud enough for them both to hear.
I wove my way through the rails of feminine attire and as I reached the glass doors the other young assistant unlocked the doors to let me out. I was half way through the door when I was grabbed by the arm and forcedly dragged back in to the store.
It was the store owner who grabbed me and I was taken by surprise and a little stunned, I heard her say to the girl by the door, "lock those doors again Emma", she said.
"What the hell's going on!", I shouted.
"Rude and a thief", said the store owner.
After some struggling one against three I might add, I found myself in the store owners office with the 2 young assistants Tanya and Emma.
The store owner looked the office door and walked around her desk and sat down.
I was angry and confused and stood in front of the desk still clutching the bag I had been given earlier.
"Your making a big mistake you bitch, I Haven't stolen anything", I barked at the Store owner.
Very calmly the store owner rose to her feet and leaned forward her hands on her desk and said, "I am Anabel Mortimer and this is my boutique, I have reason to believe you have stolen from this store and in accordance with regulation 1578 I am advocating my right to search your person for the stolen items".
This was crazy I thought, it was obviously a mistake, so I decided to co operate and get it over with.
"Okay, what am I suppose to have stolen?", I said.
"Tanya pass me the bag our captive is holding", said Anabelle Mortimer.
I allowed the young woman to take the bag from my grasp and then place it on the desk. Anabelle Mortimer lifted the bag and poured the contents on to the desk and I got the shock of my life!. Not only was there the box I was expecting but 2 pairs of very sexy ladies knickers tumbled on to the desk.
"There not mine, where did they come from!", I exclaimed.
"I know there not yours, they belong to me and you have just tried to steal them, that's right Tanya is it not?", said Anabelle Mortimer.
"Yes, Miss Mortimer I saw him put them in his bag on his way out", replied Tanya.
My head was in a whirl, "she's lying!", I screamed.
Anabelle Mortimer ignored me and picked up her phone and stated, "time to call the Police".
"Wait, wait, its just a mistake, look I will pay for them, I will pay double!", I implored.
"Hello is that the Police", said Anabelle Mortimer still ignoring me.
"I'll do anything just stop, anything", I pleaded.
Anabelle Mortimer put her hand over the receiver and enquired to me "anything you say?".
"Yes", I said.
"It appears I've made a mistake, sorry to have bothered you", said Anabelle Mortimer down the line and with that put down the phone and sat back down in her chair with a satisfied and triumphant look on her face.
"Well young man you deserve to be punished, humiliated and suffer for your crime against me and my staff, however if you agree totally without question to accept the punishment and humiliation directed by myself the Police never need to know." "So what's it to be Me or the Police?", added Anabelle Mortimer.
I thought quickly, with a Police record I could lose my trust fund and I would rather answer to the woman in front of me than be dragged to a Police cells.
"Yes, I agree to your punishment", I said reluctantly.
Anabelle Mortimer got to her feet again and said "from now on you are to call me Mistress Anabelle and you will refer to my assistants as Mistress Tanya and Mistress Emma".
"Yes, Mistress Anabelle", I said.
Mistress Anabelle picked up one of the pairs of knickers which were yellow frilly, very small and nearly transparent, she held them up in front of her face, "very pretty" she said.
Both Tanya and Emma started to giggle.
"Lets see want they look like on you then", said Mistress Anabelle.
"What here, now!", I said in a very worried tone.
"Yes, now get your clothes off now", barked Annabelle, lifting the phone in a threatening manner.
I gingerly removed my shoes and every item of clothes and discarded them on the floor, I cupped my hands over my genitals and stood at the mercy of the three women, two of which were still teenagers and younger than myself.
"Hand' s by your side at all times", said Anabelle with a grin breaking over her face.
I looked at her pleadingly for a moment then let my hands fall to my side exposing my cock and balls to all in the room.
Tanya and Emma were loving my humiliation giggling and glaring at my cock. Anabelle threw the pair of briefs at my face and ordered "put them on".
The underwear were very small and tight but with difficulty I dragged up my thighs and pulled on. For some reason, maybe my predicament or the tightness the material I did not know which other than my cock was now fully erect straining and peeping out over the tiny waistband. I must have looked ridiculous.
Anabelle had also noticed my arousal and announced, "you are not supposed to be enjoying this young man", and with that she pulled her chair around to the front of the desk and sat back down shuffling herself to a position of comfort. "Time for some punishment, I want you to ask me, no beg me to spank you, do you understand?", she said glaring at me.
"Please, Mistress Anabelle will you spank me please", I croaked out the words.
"That's it, Ms Mortimer", said Emma with a shrill of excitement.
"Over her Knee", chimed in Tanya, smirking as she said it.
"You heard Mistress Tanya young man, Knickers down and over my knee", commanded Mistress Anabelle.
I felt absolutely defeated and with a bright red face I eased the knickers down as best I could exposing myself again before leaning over Anabelle's lap.
"Thirty smacks I think", declared Anabelle and proceeded to beat my naked behind.
Smack, smack, smack, the blows rained down on my behind.