With Her Hand in the Cookie Jar

Taken from the dark age play book:

Gratification: Volume Four
Available on: Kindle and Kindle Unlimited

here is a little story about the consequences of taking what isn’t yours.

With Her Hand in the Cookie Jar –

“Jessica,” Miles said, walking out of his office. “We’re going to be closing two hours early tonight. Lock the front door and begin to shut things down.”

“Okay,” Jessica said, stunned by this decision.

They had never once closed early in the eight months she had been working there. The SubHub was always open until 10pm, seven days a week. It was perfectly located a quarter mile off the nearest highway. Easy to get to and easy to get right back from. The spread of sub choices was extensive and the prices were cheap. And they always had a last-minute rush that sometimes kept them open until 10:30 pm or later. But that wouldn’t be the case tonight.

But she wasn’t going to ask why they were closing early. It worried her a little as it sounded like she was going to lose two hours of pay and every penny in her paychecks went towards something.

She was as broke as could be and making no ground up at all.

Locking the front door, she began breaking down the make table, emptying the toppings station into containers and taking the metal tins to the back for washing. Miles was sitting at his desk, tabulating the numbers for the week. All he needed were the numbers from that day to finalize the sales report and send it to corporate for review.

He walked out to the cash register – shutting it down, getting its receipt report and emptying the drawer of all cash.

“When you’re done closing down, please come to my office before leaving,” Miles said to Jessica before returning to his office and closing the door.

What was going on? This was very much unlike him, shutting down early, closing the office door and now wanting a meeting with her. He was always sociable and when she closed a shift with him, he usually assisted her in the shutdown cleaning and process.

Jessica got this job because she had met Miles on a kinky website. They lived very close to each other and he offered her a job as she needed one desperately. She had just moved to the area and got an apartment and was looking for work.

That was eight months ago. And for as crazy as it may have seemed that she got a job because online, on an adult website, she stumbled across the general manager of a sub shop near her, it was actually a wonderful starting point.

Getting the mopping bucket and wheeling it up to the front of the store, she began the long process of mopping the floor. It was the lengthiest part of closing. And once she was done, she would have to carefully tiptoe out of the store to not leave footprints on the wet floor. But on this night, the floor would be dry before she left … provided her meeting with Miles took a few minutes, at least.

While mopping, she thought back to quite a few nights of closing with him in the time she had worked there when they would sit down for a few minutes and share a little about their kinky selves.

He explained he liked to have control over someone, having her comply to his commands without hesitation. She explained she was submissive and enjoyed feeling like she was owned and controlled and kept. It was a bit of a bond between them that they knew something personal about each other, like a naughty secret they never told anyone else.

Finishing the mopping, she emptied the bucket in the back drain, rinsed out the rag mop and hung it up to dry. Grabbing her purse and her car keys, she walked over to the closed office door and knocked.

“Come in,” he said from inside the office – Jessica opening the door, walking over to the seat in front of his desk and sitting down. “Shut the door, please.”

Well, he could have told her that before she sat down!

But Jessica wasn’t gonna push his buttons. The look on his face told her there was something very wrong. He was not his usual self. And he was scrolling through the store’s finances on his laptop. He hadn’t even looked at her yet. She got up, shut the down and returned to her seat.

What was going on? What was wrong?

After a few minutes of ignoring her, Miles finally sat back in his chair and looked at her across the desk.

“Jessica,” he started, then pausing to find the right words before continuing. “Do you enjoy working here?”

“Yes,” she answered, unsure as to why he would ask her that.

“Why do you like working here?” he inquired, Jessica giving him a funny look of confusion as he seemed to be heading in a direction of beating-around-the-bush instead of getting right to whatever the problem was. “I wanna know. Why do you like working here?”

“Because I like the job. It’s close to where I live and it helps me to try to make ends meet,” she answered honestly.

“Any other reasons?” he asked, still trying to prod some sort of information out of her, it seemed.

Jessica thought about it but didn’t know what else to say.

“I like the people I work with. I like you,” she stated. “I wish I made more money working here, but I’m grateful for what I get.”

“So you wish you were paid more. That’s interesting,” he said, then looking at her sternum. “Unbutton your work shirt.”

“Huh?” she asked, not sure if she heard him correctly.

“If you want to keep working here, you’ll unbutton your shirt and show me some cleavage,” he said with a sly grin. “Humor me.”

Jessica smiled back at him just as slyly, knowing that he loved to mess with her like this sometimes – a bit of flirting his power over her. So she unbuttoned her work shirt, revealing the very center of her white bra and teasing him by pulling the shirt open just a bit.

“You wear white undergarments to work,” he said with a laugh.

“Yep,” she said, now believing this meeting was just a bit of flirtatious fun – and what a sneaky way he presented this, too.

“How appropriate,” he said, Jessica tilting her head slightly.

“How appropriate?” she asked with confusion. “What do you mean by that? ……………….. how appropriate???”

“I’ll explain that in a minute,” he replied, sitting up and turning the screen of his laptop to face her. “But first, I need to show you something. Watch this and tell me what you think.”

He played a recording from the surveillance cameras in the store from two days. And the recording showed her reaching into the register, taking out money and then walking away with it.

Jessica’s eyes grew big-n-wide. She didn’t know what to say.

“You want to be paid more,” he said, pausing the recording. So you decided to steal from me.”

“I’ll pay it back, I swear,” she answered with frantic plea.

“Take your shirt off, all the way,” he said with monotone.

“What? No!” she said, covering her cleavage and refusing.

“Take your shirt off now!” he shouted. “… or do you want me to contact the police? Because I will do that. You deserve it.”

“I told you I’d pay you back!” she exclaimed, trying to make it seem that he was being unreasonable in not accepting her promise as the resolution to this matter. “It was only 60 bucks!”

“It was $250 … that time,” he said, playing another surveillance video. “This one was from last week.”

Jessica watched the surveillance recording that showed her getting into the register again and taking out a handful of money, then walking away with it.

“Take your shirt off …….. and your shoes and your pants,” he said, upping the ante. “Or I WILL call the police right now.”

Jessica covered her face with her hands and began to cry silently.

“Do you want some serious charges pressed against you?” he asked, playing another surveillance video. “From two weeks ago.”

Jessica watched the recording through her tears, once again showing her getting into the cash register and taking out money. This time, she peeked over in the direction of the office to make sure he wasn’t watching her before she stole the money.

“Shirt, pants and shoes off. Right now,” he said, picking up the desk phone. “Or I call the police …… in ten, nine, eight …”

And as he counted down, Jessica thought quickly of a way she could get out of this. She was actually going to be held accountable for her actions and this was something she couldn’t handle. She had never been held accountable for her actions before, not like this.

She could try to run for the office door. But he could easily get there before her. She could try to run out the back door, but no matter if she got out of that office or not, she would still get in trouble. There was no avoiding it, no getting out of it.

When his countdown got to one, she slowly stood up and went to unbutton her work shirt the rest of the way but then paused, hoping some miracle would suddenly make him change his mind. She looked at him with eyes that were welling with tears.

“I have more recordings,” he said to her. “One for every time you stole from that register since you started working here, eight months ago. So get to it. You know what I want.”

Keeping her face covered with her left hand, she reached down and unbuttoned the front of her work shirt the rest of the way. Taking the shirt off her shoulders, she followed his pointing directive to put the work shirt on his desk.

“And now your pants,” he said, leaning back in his chair and taking in the sight of her disrobing as she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and slid them down her legs. “Don’t forget to take off your shoes, sweetie. That would make it easier to take off your pants.”

Erggh! She couldn’t take her pants off her ankles because her shoes were still on. But HE was the one who told her to take off her pants before her shoes!

Stepping out of her work shoes, she then stepped out of her pants – again following his directive to put her pants on his desk.

“Your purse,” he said, pointing to the desk – Jessica picking up her purse and putting it on top of her clothes on his desk. “And your keys. And your cell phone. I want it all. Let’s go.”

She put her keys and cell phone with her purse on top of her clothes on his desk. Then he opened the top drawer behind his desk, grabbing the pile of her keys and cell phone and purse and shirt and pants – sliding them off the top of his desk and right into that drawer. He shut the drawer and locked it with a key that was placed in the lock – ready to be turned. Putting that key in his shirt pocket, he looked up at her – then leaning way back on his chair and putting his hands behind his head. The smile on his face was one of absolute enjoyment. This is what he liked, what he craved – complete control of someone with them having no ability to do anything about it.

She was his employee. She was dependent on him for work and for money. She was now wearing nothing but her bra, panties and a pair of ankle socks. No clothing, no purse, no keys or cell phone. Where was she going to go?

“Turn around,” he said with that irritating grin on his face. “Model your pretty little self for me.”

Pouting, Jessica slowly turned in a circle – feeling his eyes looking her up and down. Then she sat back down in the chair, folding her arms and hiding her bra-covered chest – pinching her knees together and leaning forward a little to hide her panty-covered center and looking down at her ankle sock-covered feet. Her shoes were right next to her, there by the chair. He had forgotten to take them and lock them away with the rest of her belongings.

Maybe, just maybe, those shoes would be her way out of this. She would need to carefully slide her feet into them without Miles noticing her doing so. But once they were on, she could sprint out the back door of the office. She would need the keys for the front door to get out through the store. But the back door was much simpler. She could just open it and run.

And yes. She would have to suffer the embarrassment and indignity of being seen in just her bra and panties. But who, in their right mind, would refuse help to a girl running down the road in just her bra and panties?

“Female … under clothing … is something that never seems to stay the same,” he said, Jessica glaring him down – wondering what on Earth was possessing him to want to talk about female lingerie all the sudden. “Styles just keep changing. I remember my first girlfriend just loved the … wonder bra, I think it was called. The cleavage catcher and lifter.”

Jessica sat there and stared him down, wondering if he had a point in recalling what his first girlfriend wore on her chest.

“What kind of bra is that you have on?” he asked, Jessica still staring him down. “Sit back. Lower your arms. Present it to me. And by the way, what is your bra size?”

“34C,” she said – rolling her eyes, sitting back in her chair, dropping her hands to her lap and shifting her shoulders back to jut her chest out with proper posture. “And it’s just a t-shirt bra.”

“Hmm,” he said, looking up the description of a t-shirt bra on his phone and then reading about it aloud. “The t-shirt bra’s smooth, round cups create a seamless look under thin t-shirts and body-hugging tops. Plus, they work for every shape and size for anyone who wants to avoid lumps and bumps under their clothing.”

“Yep. That’s what they are,” Jessica said with monotone, disinterested in his game.

“And those panties. What are —,” he started to ask, Jessica cutting him off and answering him.

“Bikini,” she said with the same monotone, Miles smiling at bit more brightly at her irritation. “They’re bikini style.”

“Part your legs,” he said leaning forward. “Show them to me.”

Jessica fought back tears as she parted her knees, Miles looking up the description of bikini panties on his phone.

“This isn’t necessarily its own unique style of bikini, but it’s a detail that is popularly added to bikinis often. This is a moderately covered panty,” he said, reading the description with comical animation in his voice. “It lies somewhere in between the sexy thong and the conservative brief. Bikinis flow in sync with your everyday attire. They have modest butt coverage and semi-hi-cut legs. These panties are ideal for physical workouts.”

He looked at the front of her panties and then put his cell phone down, leaning back in his chair.

“They are ideal for physical workouts,” he stated, returning to a serious state of mind. “They’re also ideal for walking up to the cash register …………… I knew you were stealing from me.”

Jessica looked at him and her forehead wrinkled.

“Then why didn’t you say something before?” she asked.

“Because I knew you needed the money,” he answered with honesty, this answer catching Jessica off-guard. “And if you had asked for it, I would have given it to you.”

She sat silent, not knowing how to respond. And she felt foolish for having stolen the money since he was now admitting he would have given to her. Geez! Why hadn’t she just asked him?

“Maybe it was pride that kept you from asking. Maybe it was … some other unknown reason,” he said, putting his feet up on his desk. “But whatever your reason was, you did not ask. Instead, you decided that your best course of action would be to steal it.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered softly, trying to keep her composure.

“You should be,” he replied, then pausing for a moment to allow the guilt plenty of time to sink into her mind. “The question now is: what do I do with you? This is theft. And it makes no difference who you are. Theft is theft.”

“I promise I will pay you every penny back,” she said with a shaky voice, returning to her plea of earlier. “My rent is too much for me to pay and I know I have to come up with another $240 a month, just to make ends meet. I was desperate. I should have asked you for help. I’m sorry. But I WILL pay you the money back.”

“No, you won’t,” he said with heartlessness. “You can’t.”

“Then I will work shifts for free on my days off,” she offered.

“That’s not how I run this business,” he said bluntly. “If you got hurt during those free shifts, I would be in trouble for not having you on the clock. And suddenly, my charity would get me in trouble.”

“Can I clean your house? Can I wash your car?” she asked with begging tone. “Can I … I don’t know, mow your lawn? Please?”

“No,” he said taking his feet off his desk and picking up his cell phone. “Stand up. Put a hand on your hip and hit a sassy pose.”

Jessica stood up, losing her battle with keeping her composure as her eyes watered heavily. Putting her hand on her right hip, she cocked her center to the side and hit the sassy pose he wanted to see. Then he took a picture of her, immediately opening the picture and zooming in on it as he looked at it.

“What are you doing?” she asked in disbelief.

“I’m making certain you understand this situation,” he answered.

“I understand!” she barked, stunned he had taken a picture of her. “You don’t have to take pictures of me!”

“Do you have to go to the bathroom?” he asked, zooming in all the way on the picture and studying it.

“No …….. Why?” she asked with confusion.

“Then why is the front of your activewear bikini panties wet?” he asked with a grin on his face.

“What?” she asked back. “No. It isn’t!”

She looked down at the front of her panties and they were indeed showing a wet spot, a bit lower and closer towards her underside – but still on her front.

She felt mortified. And panic filled her senses, fueling the poor reactions and decisions she now made.

“Give me my clothes back. I’m leaving. Fire me. I don’t care,” she said, walking around to the back of his desk and pulling on that top drawer that had her belongings in it – then learning that it was locked. “Open this fucking drawer! Open it!”

“Calm yourself down and watch your mouth,” he stated, then tapping on the play button on his laptop – the screen displaying another one of her money thefts.

“Call the police and arrest me. I don’t give a shit. Just unlock this door and give me back my stuff!” she barked with hysteria.

“Why should I do anything for someone who has stolen from me?” he asked with calmness. “For someone who now thinks she has the right to yell at me.”

Jessica walked back around the desk, and stepped into her shoes, then ran to the office door and tried to open it. It was locked.

How did he manage to lock that?

She fumbled with the handle, trying to get the little knob thing to turn so the door would unlock. But then she remembered escaping that way was pointless because the front door of the store was also locked. And she didn’t have the key.

“Jessica, Jessica, Jessica,” he said with condescension.

She turned around and looked at the back door of the office, then sprinting over to it and slamming her side into the handlebar in the middle. But that door didn’t open either.

He had put a padlock on that door, too!

She was crying uncontrollably as she kicked the door and screamed. But she was going nowhere.

“Wow. You really think you’re in charge here, don’t you? You’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar and now you’ve become a fussy little brat,” Miles said, getting up from his chair and walking around to the front of the desk.

“LEMME OUT!” she shrieked while sobbing. “HELP!”

“And how far do you think you’ll get in your bra and your wet underwear? Hmm?” he said, sitting in the chair where she had sat. “I don’t tolerate thieves or ungratefulness. I could have called the police and had you arrested, but I didn’t. And this outburst is the gratitude I receive from you? Do you feel you’ve acted badly? Hmm? I wanna know. Do you feel you’ve acted badly?”

Jessica stopped shrieking and stood against the back door, sniffling but saying nothing.

“Answer me,” Miles said, now seated in her chair.

“…………………. Yes,” she finally admitted, lowering her chin.

“So you’ve been a bad girl? Would you say that, since you’ve acted badly, that means you are a bad girl?” he asked – this time, waiting patiently for her to find the courage to answer.

“No,” she said with a pouty tone. “I’m a good girl.”

“I haven’t seen anything out of you that makes me believe that,” Miles confessed. “But I’ll take your word for it. However, …”

Jessica lifted her chin, wondering what the rest of that sentence would be. What was he about to say?

“There is the matter of the money theft and now, also the matter of your bad behavior we still need to deal with,” Miles stated with such calmness in his voice that it was eerie – Jessica suddenly feeling a bit of arousal being just as eerie to her. “So ……”

UGH! Why did he have to put these pauses in?

“Come over here, pull those wet panties down to your ankles and get over my lap,” he stated, Jessica beginning to tingle.

Oh, my. She was reluctant to comply. But at the same time, this was what she enjoyed – being controlled like this. And Miles did indeed own her. He was her boss and he paid her the money that helped to keep a roof over her head.

But he wasn’t serious about this, was he? Giving her a spanking?

“If you start doing as you’re told, I’ll just use my hand. But if you keep fighting me, I’ll take off my belt,” he said with continued calmness, summoning her to walk over to him. “Do you want me to take off my belt? Hmm? Answer me. Belt or hand?”

Her eyes grew big-n-wide when she realized he was very serious. Her mind started unraveling. She couldn’t make her feet work to walk over to him. That was an impossible thing to ask of her. And while leaning back against the locked back door, she began to wet herself. She drenched the front of her panties, her pee running down her inner thighs. This development was jarring and disoriented her enough to be able to put one foot in front of the other. With the tiniest of steps, she made her way over to him, shaking all over.

“Belt or hand? I need an answer,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Hand,” she said with a small voice, breathing in a fussy manner.

“Hand, what?” he asked in return, not backing down at all.

“Hand, please,” she replied with an even smaller voice.

“Pull your wet panties down to your ankles and lay over my lap,” he said, Jessica sliding her drenched panties down her legs and then laying across his lap. “Good girl.”

Putting her palms flat to the floor for balance, tears began to stream from her eyes again – not because of what was about to happen to her but because he had called her a good girl.

Miles shifted her a bit further across his lap, making her walk forward on her hands a bit more. Keeping her palms flat to the ground was now the only thing that was preventing her from doing a face-plant on the floor. He placed his right palm flat across her bottom cheeks and held it there, Jessica looked at the floor.

She had no idea what to expect. How could she know?

Raising his right arm high in the air, he held it there for a moment – allowing the wait to begin to impact her a little. She started breathing a little heavier, in anticipation of the first smack. But he waited and waited. And she breathed heavier and heavier.

Geez! What was the hold-up here?

But before she could grow any more irritated by the wait, the fates offered her a bit of relief … so to speak. Miles swung his right arm down, ending her wait. His right hand sliced through the air, then making contact with the underside of her bottom – striking the surface area right where her bottom and the tops of her thighs met.

She stopped breathing heavy, a bit stunned by the sting that she was feeling and not totally sure what to do about its ache.

Miles raised his right arm again and swung his hand down again, this time with no delay at all. He contacted the bottom half of both her cheeks with twice as much force as the first blow. Jessica fidgeted all over the place, trying to displace the pain but to no avail.

He raised his arm a third time and swung down his hand with speed, connecting with the very center of her cheeks – using such force that it rocked her whole body forward and forced her to readjust where her palms were placed on the floor. But the pain from that strike was so intense it felt like it was sinking into her meat. And though that strike had ended, the pain hadn’t.

There was no way she could handle another one of those. So she reached back and covered her bottom with her right hand. But when she did this, she almost fell forward – and hit her face on the ground.

Miles wasn’t stupid. He had shifted her forward right away to make it impossible for her to cover her bottom without doing a face-plant. Oh, what a situation.

Pulling her hand away, she put it back on the ground – just in time to receive the fourth strike from him. This one landed so hard and hurt so much that she had to sink her teeth into her lower lip to keep from crying out. The strike hit the very top of her bottom, each strike having landed on and affected different areas.

But it was his fifth strike that felt like it went straight through her body and shot out her front. It was a mystery how he was able to spank her with that fifth strike so hard that her entire bottom felt like it had been set on fire. The pain traveled up her lower back and down the backs of her thighs. She slumped down from her rigid lay on his lap and that was what made him stop.

Besides, the point had been made. There was no further reason to punish her. She was punishing herself, at this point. But now she was bawling – inconsolably, it seemed. This didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try to make her feel better. What kind of a dominant would he have been if he didn’t try?

It was right and necessary to pacify her … literally.

Taking a pacifier out of his pants pocket, he picked her up and held her in his arms – slipping that pacifier in her mouth. Willingly, she took it and wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her over to and eased her down onto the desk against the far wall of his office. It was the extra desk he never used … until now. And the treasures inside the drawers of that desk were unending.

Sliding her wet panties off over her work shoes, he opened one of the desk drawers – getting out everything he would need to baby her.

Taking several baby wipes, he cleaned her legs and her center of all the pee that had dribbled out of her. Then he picked up a diaper, a nice thick one – unfolding it and laying it flat on the top of the desk.

Nursing on the pacifier, Jessica watched as he took hold of both of her ankles – lifting her legs up and raising her bottom ever-so-slightly so he could put the back waistband of the diaper in line with her lower lumbar. Then came the baby powder, Miles coating her reddened bottom so heavily she felt like a donut.

Caressing the powder out evenly across her bottom cheeks, he eased her down into the soft nestle of the innards of that diaper. Parting her thighs, he took more powder to her front – spending a little extra time caressing it down between her legs since she seemed to enjoy that sensation so very much.

“Are you gonna be a good girl now?” he asked with kindness in his voice, Jessica nodding slowly – still nursing on that pacifier and now smiling very brightly behind it.

He folded the front of the diaper up and into place, fastening the tapes snuggly at her hips and helping her to sit up. She put her arms around his neck and sighed softly.

“You feel better?” he asked, wiping the tears off her face.

“Much better,” she said, taking the pacifier out of her mouth as Miles walked over to his desk and unlocked the drawer with her belongings. “I really needed all of that. Thank you.”

“I didn’t go too far, did I?” he asked, setting her stuff on the top of his desk. “I mean, the spanking didn’t go past the point we agreed to, did it? I was trying to push that as far as I could.”

“You didn’t go too far. Don’t worry,” she said, walking over to her clothing. “Although you almost made me pee again with those last two spanks. I would have drenched your lap for sure.”

“And then I would’ve spanked you again,” he said with an enormous grin, Jessica laughing.

“I bet you would have,” she said, continuing to laugh. “But I have one question about something I just can’t seem to figure out.”

“What’s that?” he asked as he unlocked the front door of the office and then walked over to the back door to remove the padlock.

“What were these surveillance videos of me taking money out of the drawers? When did I do that?” she asked, perplexed. “I’ve never stolen anything from this place. But that was me in those videos?”

“Those videos were from all the times I call out to you and ask you to empty the drawer,” he explained. “You know, when you take all the 50s and 100s out of the register and bring them back to me?”

“Geez!” she exclaimed. “You’re sneaky. You know that?”

“Hey, that reminds me,” he said, reaching into his pocket and getting the keys to the register. “Can you check to see if there are any rolls of quarters under the register drawer? I forgot to check that when I closed it down earlier.”

“Let me get dressed first,” she said, reaching for her clothes.

“Why?” he asked with a grin.

“I’m in my bra and a diaper,” she answered with laughter.

“Right,” he said bluntly, handing her the register keys. “You’re a BabyGirl. You’re fully dressed.”

“Are you gonna record me this time, too?” she asked with a smile, taking the keys and heading for the office door.

“Nope,” he said. “You’re in a diaper right now. If I recorded you, corporate would know I let babies get into the cash register.”

Jessica opened the office door and then looked back at him as he was shutting down his laptop. A playful thought came to mind.

“You know, if we’re not careful, people will begin to think we’re weird,” she said with a smile – Miles grinning back at her.

She went out to the register, unlocked the door and lifted the tray. There were no quarter rolls but there was a little black ring box. She froze in place, looking at it. Next to the ring box was a key.

“Your problem isn’t a lack of money. It’s that your rent is too high,” Miles said, walking out of the office. “So, how about if you move in with me. There will be no rent. And, after a while of living together, if we are a great match, I will ask you the question that is associated with that engagement ring. But let’s find out first if we were meant to be together for the rest of our lives.”

She was speechless. Looking up at him, she nodded.

“Then let’s go home, BabyGirl,” he said, putting her pacifier in her mouth. “We’ll move your stuff tomorrow morning.”