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Subject: Re: Double spankings for two boys for stealing

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Gary Steven
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Date Posted: 07:41:00 09/09/24 Mon
In reply to: Barbera C 's message, "Double spankings for two boys for stealing" on 03:45:02 09/09/24 Mon

When I was five, I was in a local grocery store with my mom and grandmother who we lived with at the time. It was a blustery Saturday. I had already been a bit of a brat and had even been threatened with a spanking if I didn't straighten up. When we were in the check out line I saw my favorite candy bar a "Baby Ruth" on the rack by the check outs. I asked mom If I could have it and she answered with a stern, "No". I knew better than to throw a tantrum as I was already on thin ice. So I sulked and started at the candy bar while mom started emptying her cart. I watched her carefully to make sure she wasn't looking and I grabbed the candy bar and slipped it into my pocket. Then I watched carefully to make sure I hadn't been caught. Five years old and already a "master criminal". I got it home without being caught and it was there I made my big mistake, While mom was putting away the groceries I went into the living room where my brother was watching tv and I pulled out the candy bar and started eating it. Eating in the living room was not allowed. My brother saw it and went to the kitchen asking mom if she got him a candy bar too. He said that I had one, and mom came into the living room and I was cold busted. She asked me where I got the candy bar and I tried to deny it but she finally said, "You stole it didn't you?" I nodded knowing I was in big trouble. My grandmother came into the living room and mom said, "Mom you need to take Gary and me back to the store. It seems he decided to steal a candy bar." So I had to put my coat on and we got back in the car. On the way to Kroger. Mom told me in a very quiet but stern voice, "Gary Steven ...... We are going to go back into the store, You are going to show them this candy wrapper, and tell them you stole this and apologize and promise you will never do it again." She went on to say, "After that, I'm going to bring you back to the car, pull down your pants and blister your bare little ass in front of God and everybody." We got to the store, mom marched me in and made me go to the checkout lane where we had been checked out earlier. Mom told the cashier, "My son has something he wants to tell you." I stood there literally shaking in tears, and held up the empty candy wrapper, and told the cashier, "I stole this candy and I'm sorry and I promise I'll never do it again." The cashier just smiled, and took the wrapper from me, and thanked me then told my mom, "This sort of thing happens all the time." Mom said, "Not with my kids it doesn't." Then she apologized to the cashier and thank her and marched me back to the car. Once back at the car, mom sat down on the passenger seat, then pulled me in front of her, grabbed the waistband of my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. followed by my underwear. I remember shivering as the cool air hit my bare skin, but that didn't last long. She put me over her knee and gave me one of the longest spankings I ever had. I kicked and cried like crazy as she spanked me scolding me all the while. I honestly couldn't hear a word she was saying over my own crying. I saw other people walk by during the spanking but I couldn't hear their comments either. Mom stopped for a moment when my grandmother offered her the hairbrush she had in her purse, and mom just said, "That's ok I won't need it." Then she started spanking me again. I don't know how many swats she gave me or how long that spanking was, but it seemed to last forever. When she finally let me off her lap I stood outside the car fully exposed from waist to ankles, holding my butt and crying at the top of my lungs. She took my arm and made me climb into the back seat with my pants and underwear still tangled up around my ankles. It was a real struggle trying to pull them back up especially with my butt feeling like it was on fire. I finally got them up by the time we got back to the house. Mom told me on the way home, If I ever stole anything she would pull my pants down and blister my bare butt right at the check out counter.
I never stole again.

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Re: Double spankings for two boys for stealing scamptoo 12:35:26 09/09/24 Mon

Re: Double spankings for two boys for stealing -- Gary Steven, 19:34:58 09/09/24 Mon
Re: Double spankings for two boys for stealing -- peterK68, 10:21:07 09/11/24 Wed

Re: Double spankings for two boys for stealing -- Gary Steven, 14:20:16 09/11/24 Wed

Re: Double spankings for two boys for stealing -- peterK68, 06:12:17 09/12/24 Thu

Re: Double spankings for two boys for stealing -- Duncan, 01:23:04 09/16/24 Mon

Re: Double spankings for two boys for stealing -- peterK68, 07:15:08 09/17/24 Tue

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>When I was five, I was in a local grocery store with >my mom and grandmother who we lived with at the time. >It was a blustery Saturday. I had already been a bit >of a brat and had even been threatened with a spanking >if I didn't straighten up. When we were in the check >out line I saw my favorite candy bar a "Baby Ruth" on >the rack by the check outs. I asked mom If I could >have it and she answered with a stern, "No". I knew >better than to throw a tantrum as I was already on >thin ice. So I sulked and started at the candy bar >while mom started emptying her cart. I watched her >carefully to make sure she wasn't looking and I >grabbed the candy bar and slipped it into my pocket. >Then I watched carefully to make sure I hadn't been >caught. Five years old and already a "master >criminal". I got it home without being caught and it >was there I made my big mistake, While mom was >putting away the groceries I went into the living room >where my brother was watching tv and I pulled out the >candy bar and started eating it. Eating in the living >room was not allowed. My brother saw it and went to >the kitchen asking mom if she got him a candy bar too. >He said that I had one, and mom came into the living >room and I was cold busted. She asked me where I got >the candy bar and I tried to deny it but she finally >said, "You stole it didn't you?" I nodded knowing I >was in big trouble. My grandmother came into the >living room and mom said, "Mom you need to take Gary >and me back to the store. It seems he decided to steal >a candy bar." So I had to put my coat on and we got >back in the car. On the way to Kroger. Mom told me in >a very quiet but stern voice, "Gary Steven ...... We >are going to go back into the store, You are going to >show them this candy wrapper, and tell them you stole >this and apologize and promise you will never do it >again." She went on to say, "After that, I'm going to >bring you back to the car, pull down your pants and >blister your bare little ass in front of God and >everybody." We got to the store, mom marched me in >and made me go to the checkout lane where we had been >checked out earlier. Mom told the cashier, "My son has >something he wants to tell you." I stood there >literally shaking in tears, and held up the empty >candy wrapper, and told the cashier, "I stole this >candy and I'm sorry and I promise I'll never do it >again." The cashier just smiled, and took the wrapper >from me, and thanked me then told my mom, "This sort >of thing happens all the time." Mom said, "Not with my >kids it doesn't." Then she apologized to the cashier >and thank her and marched me back to the car. Once >back at the car, mom sat down on the passenger seat, >then pulled me in front of her, grabbed the waistband >of my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. >followed by my underwear. I remember shivering as the >cool air hit my bare skin, but that didn't last long. >She put me over her knee and gave me one of the >longest spankings I ever had. I kicked and cried like >crazy as she spanked me scolding me all the while. I >honestly couldn't hear a word she was saying over my >own crying. I saw other people walk by during the >spanking but I couldn't hear their comments either. >Mom stopped for a moment when my grandmother offered >her the hairbrush she had in her purse, and mom just >said, "That's ok I won't need it." Then she started >spanking me again. I don't know how many swats she >gave me or how long that spanking was, but it seemed >to last forever. When she finally let me off her lap I >stood outside the car fully exposed from waist to >ankles, holding my butt and crying at the top of my >lungs. She took my arm and made me climb into the back >seat with my pants and underwear still tangled up >around my ankles. It was a real struggle trying to >pull them back up especially with my butt feeling like >it was on fire. I finally got them up by the time we >got back to the house. Mom told me on the way home, If >I ever stole anything she would pull my pants down and >blister my bare butt right at the check out counter. >I never stole again.

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