>>40425808Never fucking going to Target again. I was staring at video games when I saw a woman wearing a Silvervale costume, playing 3DS demos on her knees at the kiosk. As I got closer, I realized it wasn't a costume at all, but the real Silver. I mustered up the courage to approach her and introduced myself as a fan of hers. She was really nice about it and thanked me for being such a loyal viewer.
I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't even notice Silver had taken a pack of AA batteries from one of the shelves and stuffed it into her purse. That's when Silver's mother walked over and noticed what she was doing. "Child!" Mamavale screamed. Silver defiantly told her mom that she was a celebrity and could do whatever she wanted. She said that she didn't need to follow the rules like everyone else, and blew a raspberry. Mamavale was furious at Silver's attitude and behavior. She told her daughter that fame did not give her a pass to break the rules, no matter who she was. She demanded that Silver immediately take off her pants. Silver was so shocked and embarrassed that she reluctantly complied. She tearfully unbuckled her belt, then unzipped her fly and let her shorts fall to her ankles before stepping out of them. Mamavale then made Silver bend over and push her tail out of the way, exposing her buttocks to the entire store, only a sheer thong granting her modesty. She sternly lectured Silver about respect, responsibility and obeying rules while all the shoppers stared in shock and disbelief. Given the situation, was it wrong for me to look at those rosy little cakes so lecherously? I couldn't look away, and the worst was yet to come.
Mama snatched up Silver's shorts and removed the belt sternly. She wound her arm back, then whipped Silver harshly across her cheeks. CRACK! The sonic boom of leather on skin echoed throughout the store as Mamavale scolded her daughter for her criminal behavior. Tears streamed down Silver's face, but she knew better than to fight back or say anything else that could make the situation worse. Between scoldings, Silver's poor bottom continued to take lashes from the belt. With each blow, I could see her entire body tensing up, then writhing in pain, as the leather rained fury on her tender skin. After a few minutes of punishment, Mamavale calmly told Silver never to do it again, and put her pants back on. She tossed Silver her shorts, which she stepped into with some difficulty. Her once-perfect bottom was now swollen and beet red, with splotches of purple where the belt had left its ruthless mark. Cheeks so raw that she winced in pain pulling her shorts over them.
Mamavale apologized to me for the inconvenience and embarrassment that her daughter had caused. She made Silver apologize too, and thanked me for understanding. The two then left the store in silence. Silver kept her head down, eyes cast to the ground as she walked with a noticeable limp due to her sore bottom. Mamavale had a stern look on her face but said nothing as they made their way out of Target. When I informed a manager of what happened, he became furious, and told me that Silver and her mom have been pulling this scam for years as a way to shoplift AA batteries. He banned me for life for not stopping them. FUCK Target.