Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Sara was basically a good girl, it's the other girls in her fourth grade class that were always getting into trouble and, somehow, she was the one that got blamed for it. Perhaps she was a bit naive and innocent, and perhaps because she was just unlucky. Saturday her friend Michelle took her downtown for some shopping. Michelle was going to get a bra and a few things to go with it. Sara had wanted wanted a bra so bad - but Mom was dead set against it until she "really needed one." With a little looking, Sara found some that looked good and another she absolutely adored. It was pale pink with a small pink bow between the cups and just enough padding to make it look like she had a reason to wear a bra. It was also more money than she had. Michelle smiled at her concerns, "Just try out a few and keep the cute one on underneath - no one keeps count. Nobody checks and we do it all the time!" Michelle assured her. "And," Michelle said, "You just have to have matching panties," and smiled slyly. Sara was getting nervous again, but took several pair of some sheer pink nylon panties in the dressing room with her. She tried on a few bras, and sure enugh, her favorite one fit the best, and she felt so grown up. She HAD to have that one! Next she tried a smaller one and it fit very well. Next she slipped on one pair of the pretty panties which fit perfectly. They were just a little sheer you could actually see her little slit between her legs, but what the heck, she wasn't going to pay for them anyway. She pulled her skirt back on and slipped her sweater back over her head. Sara could really notice a difference when she looked in the mirror... She could see the sexy lumps in the front of her snug sweater. "I've got curves!," she thought smugly. Now maybe someone would pay attention to her. She opened the dressing room door found Michelle. Michelle eyes widened and gave Sara a big smile and a thumbs up. They left the bras and underwear on the table and headed for the door. They were just walking out of the Mall when a large black man in a brown security uniform grabbed Sara by the arm and said "And just where do you think you're goin' little missy!" Michelle took a look and bolted down the walkway. Poor Sara's knees went weak and she just stood there looking up at the security guard, jaws hanging in shock. The guard yanked her arm hard, almost pulling her off her feet. "You're com'n' wit' me girl," he said gruffly, ."..we gotta have us a little chat about some clothes you forgot to pay for." He marched Sara through the store to the back and through a door marked "PRIVATE OFFICE." He closed and locked the door behind him. The room was bare except for two metal chairs and a heavy metal table. Sara's mind was racing... what was going to happen now, where her parents going to find out about what she had done, was the large black man going to call the police, would she go to jail? She tried to imagine the worst, but really had no idea what was about to happen. "OK, first things first..." he pulled out a camera and barked, ."..off with that sweater." Sara just stared at the big man. Did he really tell her to take off her sweater? "ARE YOU DEAF?," he yelled. "I said off with that sweater!" "Why do I have to do that?," she asked sheepishly. "So I can get the store's merchandise back, you fuckin' thief!" There was no doubt in Sara's mind this time and she slowly began to pull her sweater up over her head. "Come on, come on..." he complained, ."..I don't got all day, just drop it there on the table." As Sara dropped her sweater on the table, he yelled again, ."..and the skirt too." Sara obediently removed her skirt and set it on the table as well. The man took a camera out and took a few pictures. "Well, well, looks like we got all the evidence we need." he said, smiling like a cat with a canary. "Now I'm sure the store would like you to give them back, little missy," he said as the grin grew wider. She slipped the bra off, covering herself with one hand and dropped it onto the table. "Panties too!" he cried, leering as the pretty eighth grader tried to squirm out of the panties while covering her chest with her arm. He watched her slowly exposing herself and got very hard. He had to have this fresh piece of white meat. Sara grabbed for her sweater and skirt to try to cover her embarrassment, but he yelled at her... "NO! Did I tell you that you could get dressed? Sit in that chair, you little thief!" She shivered as her naked bottom came in contact with the cold metal chair and she squirmed as he took a few more pictures. The guard walked over to the table and opened a briefcase. He pulled out a form and placed it on the table. He pulled his pen out of his shirt pocket and set it on the form. He stood there for a second and looked at the naked teen, then he reached into the briefcase again and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He walked around behind the chair that Sara was sitting in and told her to drop her hands to her side. As soon as she did, he pulled her hands behind the chair and handcuffed them together. "That's so you don't get no ideas about gettin' away, girl.," he explained. He took more shots of her from all different angles. Sara was beginning to suspect that he had something else in mind, but there wasn't much she could do, nude, handcuffed and she did get caught red handed stealing from the store. He sat in the chair across the table from her and started writing on the form. Finally, he looked up from the paper and asked, "What's your name, girl?" "Sara." she whispered. "Your FULL name," he yelled. "Sara Christine Morgan," she replied. He continued with her address, telephone number, parents names, her school and the principal's name. When he was done, he put the form back into the briefcase and the pen into his pocket. "I kin getcha inta jail, ya know. The mayor's set on reducing crime an' he figgurs you kids are the worst. Now seein' as you're still going ta school an' all. I'll call yer folks and have them pay a fine of, say a couple thousand dollars and letcha off easy." Sara's eyes widened when she heard the amount, "Th-they don't have the money, Sir." "Well then, looks like one a'dem will hafta go to jail for ya!" "No, please, punish me! I took the stuff, punish me!" "No Missy... we fine the parents and send one of them to jail, since they obviously didn't bring you up right!" Now Sara was a good girl and knew it wasn't her parents fault. So she pleaded with the black guard to take it out on her. "Well, I'll have to work sumtin' out. But you'll have to take yer licks here wit' me every weekend, understand?" Sara nodded. He stood and moved to face Sara. He was only about a foot in front of her, leaning on the edge of the table, with his legs spread. She could see a big bulge in his pants. Sara had heard from her friends about boys but whatever he had in there was much bigger than anything her friends had described. She was getting very frightened because her friends told her that men always wanted to stick their "thing" inside girls and Sara wanted no part of that. The guard reached out and began to stroke on of Sara's blond pigtails and said, "Why does a pretty little thing like you want to rip off our store? I guess it's up to me to made sure you learned your lessons." Sara held back her tears and nodded bravely. He stood up next to Sara's chair. His large black hand began to caress her thin shoulders. She tried to pull away from him, but couldn't go far with her hands cuffed behind the chair. His hand slowly moved down across her chest. He seemed a little disappointed at their size but he managed to get them to puff up by pinching the nipples. He was rough and it hurt but Sara knew there was worse coming. Wordlessly, Sara let him continue with her punishment. Then the hands moved down her belly. Finally, he started to slide his hand down between her thin legs and he pushed his fingers into her soft bald flesh. She tried to clamp her legs together, but he dug his fingers deep into her. The pain of his thick fingers inside her was almost more than she could take... Her eyes rolled back in her head and she started to go limp. Just as she thought that she couldn't take it any more, he pulled his fingers out of her. They were covered with blood. "Oh, a cherry, huh?" he chuckled. "Well, no more, ah guess!" He chuckled as he wiped his fingers on her leg and then stood up again. The guard fumbled with his zipper then reached deep into his pants, pulling out a huge black penis. He started stroking it as he rubbed it against the side of her face. "Now cuz you still new at this I'm gonna cut you a li'l slack, so you just be a good girl and take this here cock in your mouth, you hear?" He held it against her lips and it smelled bad, but he was getting that look on his face again, so Sara opened her lips and let him slip in a little bit. It tasted even worse than she could imagine. He grabbed her jaw and tilted her head back, forcing her mouth to open wide. The guard's huge black thing slid into her mouth and he began thrusting in and out. His huge balls were swinging back and forth, slapping against her chin. Soon he was holding on her head with both hands and his big hard rod was ripping at her throat. Sara's tear-filled eyes looked up at him, pleading, but there was no mercy there. His penis filled her entire mouth, stretching her lips, pushing hard all the way to the back. As his cock pushed into her throat, she started to gag. He pulled out and slapped her across the face, "Fuck! Watch the teeth, dammit! Don't fucking do that again, bitch... Now, swallow my cock... ALL of it!" Slowly, he slid his thick meat back in Sara's mouth until she could not take any more. With both hands on her head, the guard gave a mighty lunge and smashed his way into her soft hot throat. It hurt! And she couldn't breathe! She tried to push at him with her tongue but he held her tight against his stomach. Finally he pulled back and she gulped in fresh air. He smiled, "That's a good start... it'll get easier once you loosen up more!" He told her to use her tongue on him and, grateful for this kindness, she lapped his leaking cock, not caring about the taste or smell any more. He waited till her wheezing slowed, and pushed in again. It was almost as bad as before, but she was getting used to it, or maybe he was not as rough. She tried very hard to please him and learned to breathe whenever she could. He caressed her cheeks and smiled and let her work at it, only holding her head and forcing it in a few times when he thought she wasn't trying hard enough. Then he pulled back to let her catch her breath. "You got a sweet darlin' mouth, girl..." He nodded, "Ah like it, ah like li'l white girls who know how to treat my cock good." She stared at him and, as his words sank in, her little tongue came out and lapped him, then she leaned forward, her mouth puckering to kiss the slime off his erection. He nodded and stroked her head. She went back with her tongue on his prick, digging into his pisshole, and all the while panting like a cock-hungry slut. "You gonna be my good li'l cocksucker? Huh?" She nodded, and gave his oozing tip another big sloppy kiss. She even managed a little smile for the camera in between licks on his big hot cock. "You doin' good sweetie... Ready to finish the job now?" He asked. She nodded eagerly, thinking maybe he was done, but then he said, "And make sure you drink it all, honey!" She had no time to think about what he meant before he plunged inside her mouth. Soon he was pounding at her throat again, and she had to force herself to relax so he could go inside. He was grunting and wheezing but his hands held her head like a vice and worked until his belly was bumping her nose. He pulled out until just the tip was in her mouth and she frantically gulped air even as her tongue swirled on the guard's rock hard meat. Then he rammed back inside. "Good, That's my good li'l cocksucker ... Hot mouth ...Tight throat ... Ahh, yessss, ahhh..." Suddenly he lurched and a hot sticky fluid slid down her throat. He pulled out a bit and this time she tasted it - it was sticky and yucky, but she had no choice but to choke it down. Thankfully he pushed it back deep inside to finish squirting. He kept it in her mouth and told her to suck it until it was soft and nothing more came out. He pulled his cock out and wiped himself off on her face and hair. Then he took more pictures of her. He spread her legs and did some closeups of her cunny, then he took pictures of her breasts and her face. She smiled prettily for him when he asked. Finally he undid her handcuffs then sat in the chair, pulling her on to his hot naked lap. She could feel his hairy thighs on her bum but sat quietly, still wheezing and trying to get rid of the sticky, burning taste in her throat. She jumped when his large hot hands covered her breasts but said nothing like the good girl she was. She leaned back against his broad chest and pushed her little boobies out to show her willingness to accept her punishment and even eased her legs apart when he wanted to finger her cunny, it hurt but she knew she must obey. He was much nicer now that she learned to behave herself. He took her hand and placed it on his penis, "You two are gonna be best friends." He told her. He showed her how to move the slippery skin up and down, and then let her do it by herself. He turned her face and kissed her and pushed his tongue inside. She learned to do the same with her tongue too. His cock became big like before and he nodded and smiled at her. After a bit he pushed her to her knees on the floor and wordlessly, she opened her mouth for his penis, looking up at the camera as he snapped away. Then, as she sucked and licked him, he explained that this was just the first day of her punishment - and as long as she kept taking her punishments, her parents will not go to jail. Gratefully, she serviced him with her small mouth and did not complain when he wanted to go deep in her throat again. Finally, he sprayed in her mouth and she carefully sucked it all out, the way he liked it. After she had cleaned him, he told her to get dressed and let her go home. He even let her keep the bra and panties if she would wear it for him and kept it their secret. Sara knew that next Saturday she would be there to take her punishment, just as she was told because, deep inside, Sara was a good girl.