I’ve never been so disappointed. I yelled for my son to come into the room, and demanded that he empty his pockets. I knew he stole twenty dollars from my purse, and it was no surprise when I saw it come out of his pants. He tried to deny it when I called him out on it, and that only upset me more.
I told him not to steal from me, and with an “Okay,” he tried to walk away. Not this time. “Over the knee,” I demanded. He tried to complain, but I pulled him down. I smacked his ass from outside his pants while he bitched he was too old for it.
He apologized, but I didn’t believe him. This wasn’t the first time he had stolen from me. I told him to stand up, and to pull down his pants. I was so mad. I give him a house to live in, food to eat, and he doesn’t work, or even go to school. He lays around all day. No more. I made him get back over my knee, and I spanked his ass over his boxers.
After a bit, I pulled down his boxers and hit his bare ass with my hand. He continued to whine, so I pulled out my paddle. I hit each cheek over and over until his ass became red. He kicked his legs, and I made him promise me that he’d get a full-time job. In fact, a lot of things were going to change around here.
But I wasn’t done with his punishment. I wanted him to count out twenty spanks for the twenty dollars he stole. I gave him firm, hard hits with the paddle as he counted out loud. Once we reached twenty, he apologized, and promised to get a job. I think he learned his lesson.