Naive Nora and the Sweet Shop

Having led an extremely sheltered childhood, Nora is ridiculously naïve. So when the shop keeper accuses her of stealing sweets she sees nothing wrong with the man strip searching her ;)
This is based on a dream/fantasy I have. I am Nora *blushes*

My 'Naïve Niel and the Sweet Shop' story is basically the same story, except with a boy instead of a girl, so it depends what you prefere ;)

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“Excuse me, Miss, but aren’t you going to pay for that?” The shop keeper asked in an accusatory tone.

Nora paused with her hand just brushing the door knob and turned with wide innocent eyes to look at the man leaning against the counter. He had one eyebrow raised as he stood with arms crossed, staring back at her.

“But… but I haven’t taken anything,” she said truthfully, confusion wrinkling her brow.

“Don’t lie to me, I saw you take a gobstopper. Either pay for it or give it back.”

Nora moved away from the door, closer towards the man. She looked at him with desperate eyes, frantic to clear her name. “But honest, Mister, I swear I didn’t take anything! I would never steal!”

He made a tutting sound and moved between Nora and the door. She continued to insist upon her innocence and was vaguely aware of the man turning the ‘open’ sign over so that it would say closed. Then he strolled around the side of a long, tall display cabinet filled with sweets and made a beckoning motion that she should follow him.

Nora did as she was told. It was slightly darker at this side of the display as it faced away from the window and door. It was lit artificially from a light on the ceiling which flickered every now and then.

“I don’t even like gobstoppers-” she insisted.

“You see?” He interrupted as he dipped his hand into a little brightly-coloured cardboard box that sat on the display cabinet and moved the sweets around with his fingers, “There were seven in here earlier, but now there’s only six. How do you account for that?”

Her mouth opened and closed a few times anxiously as she was momentarily lost for words, but then a look of determination crossed her face and she pressed her lips tightly together. She frowned at him. “I haven’t taken anything, you can check my pockets!” She grasped her coat just below the hips, stretching the material and revealing the pockets.

A smirk caught the corner of the shop keeper’s mouth, just for a second, as he moved right in front of Nora. He bent over her and dipped his hands into her pockets. She turned her head slightly to the side and felt her hair brush against his face as he leant over her further, trying to get deeper into the pockets. He rummaged around and she could feel his hands bumping against her sides through the layers of clothing she wore.

“Hmm… no, nothing in there,” he muttered, his voice right next to her ears. His face stayed where it was as he took his hands out of her pockets. The back of his hand brushed lightly against her chest as he moved to undo the buttons of her coat. Nora looked down and watched the long fingers at work. He grasped her lapels and pulled the coat down over her shoulders until it fell to the floor.

She was aware that being undressed by a man was supposed to be bad, but she didn’t understand why. When she’d asked her mother she’d just been sharply told that she’d find out when she was married. But this couldn’t be bad, could it? He was just trying to find out if she had stolen anything, why else would he do such a thing? And she was trying to clear her name after all, she was no thief! This was perfectly legitimate and innocent.

She gasped as she felt the man’s hands dive into the pockets of her skirt, she could feel his fingers rubbing against her legs through the thin material. She was sure he wasn’t doing it on purpose - he was just rooting about searching for the gobstopper, but Nora found the fingers quite distracting.

He sighed and removed his hands. He moved back slightly but didn’t straighten up, continuing to lean towards her so that their faces were level.

“You see?” Nora retorted, “I said you wouldn’t find anything, because I didn’t take anything!”

“No, this just means you did a better job at hiding your loot than I had thought… or maybe you’ve already eaten it? Open your mouth!”

Again, desperate to prove her innocence, she did as she was told. Tilting her head back slightly she opened her mouth as wide as she could. The sweet shop owner peered into her mouth. His hand gripped her chin and moved her head to the left and then the right to try to get a better view. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his other hand move towards her face and felt a finger on her bottom lip, then the finger slipped into her mouth. She let out a little surprised sound as the finger roamed her mouth and finally settled on her tongue, gently rubbing it. Then the finger removed itself and she felt it press damply against her lip for a moment before it left her.

Suddenly the man moved forwards and she felt his lips press against her own. Her eyes widened in surprise and she automatically pulled back away from him, pushing a hand against his chest to try to keep him at bay. She was shocked into silence, not knowing what to say, only aware that kissing was something married couples did and that she should not be doing it.

“I’m just seeing if I can taste the stolen candy in your mouth,” he told her matter-of-factly, his face a mask of innocence, “or did you stop me because you were scared I’d be able to taste the gobstopper?”

“Of course not-” she said indignantly, but was cut off mid rant as his mouth closed over hers again. She tried to pull back but he had predicted this and had snaked a hand around to the back of her head, holding her against him. Technically, she thought, this isn’t a kiss. He’s just checking to see if he can taste anything, perfectly understandable, so if I let him do this then I can prove that I’m telling the truth because he won’t taste candy! So she relaxed slightly and let his tongue into her mouth. She felt him exploring her mouth, felt him push against her own tongue. He kept tilting his face this way and that, and she felt his lips rubbing against hers, making her lips tingle, and also, rather strangely but certainly connected in some way, she felt an odd tingling sensation between her legs too. Eventually he pulled away. She could feel her cheeks were red but when she looked at him his expression was perfectly calm and normal.

“Hmm… I couldn’t taste anything. This means you’ve not eaten it yet, so it must be on your person somewhere-”

“What? No!” She shouted, all confusing tingling forgotten in an explosion of outraged indignation. How could he still believe that she was a thief?

“I’m going to have to search you a little bit more thoroughly,” he informed her with a knowing smile. He reached forward and caught the collar of her shirt, pushing his fingers underneath the material and across bare skin. She gasped as she felt the fingers move across the curve of her breast and then dip down into her cleavage.

“Hmm…” he said thoughtfully, “so it’s not hidden down in-between your boobs then…” He groped to the side, pushing under her bra and cupping a breast in his hand. Nora let out a whimper.

She’d been so distracted by the groping hand that she barely noticed his other hand undoing the buttons of her shirt until that hand then slid up across her stomach and shoved its way under the other cup of her bra to squeeze her other breast.

The first hand removed itself and she thought for a moment that maybe he’d decided that she hadn’t hidden anything in her bra after all, but then his hand looped around to her back and unhooked her bra. Well, it made sense she thought, the best way to check that there was nothing hidden in the bra was to take it off. And naturally removing the bra would be far easier without the shirt on. The shop keeper certainly thought so as he tugged at her shirt and dragged the material roughly down her arms to then be flung unceremoniously to the side out of the way. Her bra soon joined her shirt on the floor.

He inspected her breasts quite intently, with his eyes and his hands, looking for any sticky candy residue Nora guessed. He had a strange hungry look in his eyes, which Nora thought was probably due to all this talk of candy which would make anyone salivate. And she realised just how much he was salivating when his tongue suddenly connected with her nipple. She tried to move backwards but his hand was clutching the small of her back and he just pulled her even closer to him. His mouth pressed against her breast, she could feel his lips moving as he opened his mouth wider and she felt both her nipples hardening while his tongue ran circles around the pink nub. Her thighs felt oddly warm as she pressed them together and her private area felt hot and tingly.

The shop keeper released her nipple from his mouth then moved his face across to the neglected breast. Her head spinning in a dizzying mixture of hormones, confusion and fear, she shouted at him to stop. He looked up at her with mock concern, “why don’t you want me to taste the other one? Is it because you know I’ll taste candy?”

She shook her head. She looked down and saw her naked breasts, and him, on his knees, peering up over them and her cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

“It’s as good as a confession if you refuse,” he said, and she gritted her teeth and told him to “just get on with it then.”

A wave of pleasure rippled across her skin as his lips and tongue fell hungrily against her, and the sensations seemed to fuel the ache which was growing between her legs. She’d never felt like this before, never been touched like this before and she worried about whether her reactions were normal. Was it supposed to make her head spin and her private area hot like this? What would people say if they knew being touched brought her pleasure like this? She couldn’t tell him, or anyone else ever! She was too embarrassed and ashamed. He’d be horrified for sure. What he was doing couldn’t be bad, it wasn’t like he was hurting her. It was herself that was reacting strangely, he couldn’t possibly know that he could draw this reaction form her so she kept quiet.

He pulled away from her and she felt the cool air against her naked breasts, damp with his saliva, and it felt so good that it made her shiver.

“Nope. Still can’t find any trace of that gobstopper,” he muttered sadly, breaking the spell somewhat. He got back to his feet, straightened up and watched her suspiciously. “Now where else could you have hidden it?” he paused momentarily, as though thinking deeply and she watched his gaze drift down to her lap.

Suddenly he wrapped his arms around Nora’s waist, pulling her close to him, and he snaked his large hands across the small of Nora’s back. He pushed his hands down under the waistband of her skirt and further down into her panties making her shudder as his big hands kneaded her round ass. He pressed his body closer to her to be able to get better reach and ran his finger along the crotch of her panties. It was damp and sticky. Just like candy.

“Oh, I think I’ve found something here,” he said in a very serious tone. “Something in your panties is very sticky – a gobstopper perhaps?”

“N, No- ahh!” her voice trailed off into a whimper as the finger pressed up against her damp sex and sent a shiver running through her. Why was she so wet down there? She didn’t understand it, this was not helping her case, he was mistaking the dampness for the missing candy!

He shifted and moved one hand to the front to undo her skirt and pull it down her legs. He then pushed his hand down the front of her panties across her soft down-like hair and she felt his fingers pressing against her hot, damp flesh.

Her breath was coming in sharp fast gasps as the fingers worked her and she felt her panties being pulled down and felt them fall to the floor. The tangle of skirt and underwear wrapped around her feet almost made her lose her balance and she found herself clinging onto the man as she disentangled herself from the garments and kicked them away. She was stood there now, absolutely naked, one of his hands holding her butt cheek and the other refusing to keep still as it moved between her legs.

Nora was not sure if this was entirely correct behaviour on his part, but it wasn’t like he was hurting her. She’d been told before not to ever touch herself down there and she never had done, she’d never really given it much thought. But it was certainly difficult not to think about it right now. And again she kept telling herself that she was trying to prove that she hadn’t stolen anything, that she was innocent, and he was just trying to find out the truth. That was all.

He removed his hand from her sex and put his fingers in his mouth. His brow wrinkled in thought as though he were trying to decide if he could taste candy. “Hmm… could it be? I need a better taste!” and he dropped to his knees, his face eagerly burrowing forwards. His hands pulled her legs apart to get better access, and Nora almost fell backwards but managed to steady herself and leant forward and quickly held onto his shoulders as he continued to give her head. His tongue kept licking at her female hole and then she felt his fingers push up inside of her. She gasped and writhed but he held her firmly in place as he continued to fuck her with his fingers.

“Oh, I feel something in there,” he called out suddenly, not for a moment relenting his tireless onslaught with his fingers, driving her crazy. “I think its, ah? Candy!”

His fingers left her body and he re-emerged, holding up a gobstopper proudly. “Well, look what I found inside of you, you’ve got some explaining to do young lady.”

She could barely think let alone say anything coherent. Although she was glad that he’d stopped fingering her, her body failed to agree and desperately wanted to be touched again.

The shopkeeper held up the candy in front of her eyes and she stared at it in shock. How did it get there? Was that really why she was so damp and sticky down there? It didn’t make any sense.

“Nothing to say, eh?” he said, shaking his head, “You’ve been a very naughty girl and you need to be punished. You are going to get such a spanking!”

Confused, shocked and aroused, Nora was in no fit state to argue as he spun her around so that her back was to the shop keeper. He stood up and forcefully pushed her down onto her knees. The floor was cold against her naked skin as she held herself up on all fours. He started to spank her, each slap hurt a little but the force of the spankings vibrated across her ass and between her legs to feed her aching arousal. She pressed her forehead against the cold tile floor as the man’s hand continued to slap against her reddening ass cheeks. Each time he slapped her, his hand stayed against her ass for a moment and his fingers brushed across her skin tantalisingly before pulling away to hit again. Each slap seemed to get progressively lower down until he rearranged his hand so that, rather than his hand being positioned so that he hit both cheeks, he had his palm up and his fingers pointing downwards so that he slapped the cleavage of her ass and the fingers slapped against her damp sex.

Nora clenched her hands into fists as he continued to slap her ass and pussy at the same time. His fingers kept pushing inside of her with the force of each hit, and then suddenly he gave up all pretence. He grabbed her hips and pulled her backwards towards him and she felt something warm, hard and very big push into her. She let out a cry and struggled wildly as the pleasure she had been feeling suddenly verged on the edge of pain as he pushed all the way into her.

“It hurts!” she squealed.

“You should have thought of that before you stole from me, now take your punishment like a good girl,” He ordered. He held onto her tightly and clamped a hand over her mouth to try to keep her quiet.

“No, stop, please! It hurts!” she cried out, voice muffled under his hand. But even as she said it she knew the pleasure she felt was drowning out the pain, but she just wanted to make him feel guilty enough to let go. These sensations were becoming too much for her.

Her begging fell on deaf ears as he refused to listen to her. Instead he tightened his grip on her as he rocked into her, pulling her hips upwards to meet his groin. He gave way to grunts as he pounded vigorously into her. Nora pawed desperately at the cold floor as he took control of her lower half, moving her hips in time with his own rhythm, whilst Nora found herself utterly helpless and unable to stop him. Her breasts pressed and rubbed against the floor with the movement and all the sensations muddled together to create the most excruciating, unstoppable pleasure inside of her which continued to build up until she thought she would explode. Suddenly great ripples of pure bliss gripped her as she shook violently and moaned and whimpered. She shivered as he continued to fuck her, drawing the orgasm out for agonizingly wonderful seconds. Soon afterwards, his grunts become louder, and his thrusting erratic as he came too.

Without a word he pulled out of her and she felt his weight leave her body. When she got up and looked at him his face was again a mask of innocence and normality. He told her to put her clothes back on and that her punishment was finished.

“Let that be a lesson to you. Stealing is wrong. But you have now paid for your crime and all is forgiven. You can come to my shop again but be aware now of the consequences if you’re naughty.”

With her blushing red face tilted down with embarrassment Nora quickly left the shop. But she was back again the very next day and eagerly stole a gobstopper - she doesn’t even like them – and the shop keeper didn’t waste a moment in punishing her.

The end.