Candy Store Owner

From: [email protected] (Polaspank)

Spanking has been a fascination of mine ever since I can remember. I grew up in the late fifties and early sixties as the only child of a conservative, middle-class family. I was spanked frequently, and although I did not enjoy it at the time, my mind dwelt endlessly on it.

In those days, discipline was swift. It was not unusual to see other kids you were close to get a spanking. I particularly enjoyed watching other kids get spankings from their parents or baby-sitters.

I had two female cousins, Lauren and Mary. One was a few years my senior, being about 13 at the time of this incident, and her sister, Mary, about two years my junior at eight years of age. Their dad and mom were very strict, and it was not at all uncommon to see either of them get a quick slap on the backside just for saying something out of line. They lived in a small town near us.

During one summer, their parents had to go to see their oldest son, who was in the service, and left the two girls with us. My dad was a truck driver and spent most of the time on the road, so my mom had to take care of the three of us on her own. We were bored one day, and my mom gave us money for the movies. During the walk home we stopped in the little neighborhood candy store to buy some penny candy.

Lauren, being the oldest, had been entrusted with the money and handed us each some. While Mary and I were keeping the woman who ran the store busy with our selection, Lauren slipped a candy bar off the counter and into her pocket. When we got outside, she proudly displayed her prize. I pointed out that her dad would hit the ceiling if she was caught. She simply replied, "Well, I didnít get caught, and youíre not telling". Both Mary and I agreed to keep Laurenís secret.

The next day, the three of us walked to the same store for bread for my mom. Slick as a whistle, Lauren pulled the same trick again. I was getting pretty frightened by all of. this, but Mary was just completely taken by her older sisterís bravery.

Later that evening, Mary went in the store, bought an ice cream, and pulled the same trick.

Lauren and Mary thought they were pretty smart, stealing that poor old lady blind. But they were mistaken. The woman knew my mom and apparently had called her and told her about Mary. Lauren was pretty proficient at stealing, but the store owner had seen Mary.

The next morning, the three of us were out-side on the porch when mom called me inside. She just said, "Donald, I want to see you back in your room."

When I got back there, I saw that she had placed both the paddle that she usually used on me as well as her flat, wooden hairbrush on the bed. I got a little scared, but was not sure what she was going to do or what it was all about.

"I want you to give me your side of whatís been happening down at the store. The lady from the store called and said that she saw Mary stealing candy. She thinks Lauren has been stealing too, but doesnít know about you."

I was really scared by then. My mom was quite a spanker, as I was well aware. I knew the paddle could really hurt, but I had never gotten it with her brush, although she had threatened me a few times.

I started to tell her that it was the girls, not me, who had been stealing. She listened, but did not seem convinced. She said that knowing about stealing and not trying to stop it by telling her was just as bad as stealing.

I continued to insist it was the girls who were the cause of it all. She replied that she was going to spank both of them until they could not sit for a week, and make them go down to the store and apologize to the woman. She mentioned she was thinking about giving the girls another spanking in front of the store owner as well.

Mom hadnít condemned me to a spanking yet, but I was sure one was right around the corner if I didnít do something to talk her out of it. I talked fast and told her Iíd told the girls that stealing was wrong. I told her I was going to tell on them too, but Lauren had threatened to punch me in the nose if I did. Lauren was older and bigger than I was, so I thought my lie would convince mom that I was innocent.

It didnít. She let me finish, then said that she was going to punish me first. She said she would get the truth out of me once and for all, and then deal .with the girls.

I was immediately intimidated to silence. And terrified. Mom always spanked when she said she was going to, and no amount of words could change her mind. She also lived up to every "behave or else" spanking threat sheíd ever uttered. She had decided I was going to get spanked, and like a dying personís life flashes before their eyes, I saw and felt every previous punishment spanking Iíd ever received, and knew exactly what I would have to endure again.

Mom ignored my knocking knees and motioned for me to come closer to her. I knew that it was pointless to try and get out of it. When I got over to her side, she reached out and undid my belt and opened my jeans. Then she pushed them and my shorts down past my knees. She pulled me across her lap and adjusted my position. She then started spanking me with her hand, quite hard. After about twenty hard ones, she asked me again who had stolen and why I hadnít told her about it. I sobbed that it was the girls, and I hadnít told her because Lauren threatened me.

"I donít believe you." she said, and picked up the paddle. This was the wooden type that you see occasionally in gift shops. It was good for quite a sting. She gave me another twenty more good swats. By now I was crying and kicking. I told her that I knew about the girls stealing, but I did not steal anything!

"Okay, I believe you now." she replied. "But youíre going to get the hairbrush for not telling me." She picked up the brush and tightened her grip on me. The pain was unbelievable, far worse then the paddle. I was crying really hard and my back-side felt like it was on fire in no time at all. Mom increased her pace. She must have given me about forty swats when she put the brush down, and hand spanked my bottom and upper thighs. She held me across her knee for a fewminutes while I kept crying, then led me to the corner. She then pulled my pants the rest of the way down around my ankles, and told me to stay there for a half hour without rubbing my sore rear.

It couldnít have been more then 2 minutes later when I heard mom yelling at my two cousins downstairs in the living room. I could hear the girls crying and pleading, but I couldnít hear what they were saying. I listened hard and soon heard the distinctive sound of momís hand slapping someoneís bare bottom. My corner time wasnít up, but mom was busy and I was curious. I tiptoed down the stairs to where I could peak around the corner at what was going on in the living room.

Mom had my younger cousin Mary across her lap. Maryís pants and panties were down around her knees. Mom was spanking Maryís little bottom hard with her hand. Lauren was sitting on the couch looking very upset. I knew Lauren was going to be exactly where Mary was soon, bare bottom and all. My own bottom still burned, but I felt a growing excitement as I watched Maryís spanking, and anticipated seeing my bossy cousin getting her bare, 12 year-old seat spanked.

Mom hand spanked Maryís little tush until it was a bright shade of pink. She kicked and cried the whole time. Mom stopped and picked up her paddle. Holding it against Maryís already spanked backside, she asked her which one of them had the idea to steal from the store.

Mary said, "I donít remember." Mom didnít like her answer, so she launched into a volley of about ten really hard paddle swats. When she stopped, Maryís backside was a deep crimson and she was crying really hard . Mom laid the paddle against her butt and asked her again. This time Mary cried out, "Lauren! It was all her idea! She said we could do it and not get caught!"

Lauren yelled at Mary to shut up, but the truth was out. Mom told Lauren she was in enough trouble, so sheíd better hush up. Then she asked Mary what she had taken, and if she was ever going to steal again. Mary told her sheíd taken a Hershey bar and, of course, that sheíd never steal anything again. Mom said something like "Youíd better not!", and delivered a final volley of hard hand spanks to Maryís little red bottom.

Mom stood the sobbing Mary on her feet, and sent her to the corner. Then she turned her attention to Lauren. I couldnít see Laurenís face from where I was, but I could tell from her voice that she was already in tears. Mom scolded her sternly for stealing and setting a bad example for her sister and me to follow. She said that she hadnít decided yet whether to tell Laurenís father about what happened. Lauren cried at the thought of having her dad told, and begged mom to punish her and not say a word. She promised to never steal again and take whatever punishment mom decided she deserved.

Mom said sheíd get exactly what she deserved whether she willingly took it or not - then and later! She said she had offered to bring us all over after the store closed so that the owner could see for herself that we were properly punished. The woman had accepted momís offer! I didnít like the sound of that, but I was so anxious to see Lauren get spanked, I didnít care much right then.

Mom went on to say that since Lauren was the ringleader and the oldest, her spanking would be really bad. She then called Lauren over. Lauren was crying as she walked over to my mom, but I wasnít looking at her face. I was just starting to notice girls around then, and Iíd noticed Lauren had blossomed into a shapely pubescent girl. I couldnít wait to see her bare bottom being spanked.

"Okay, Aunt Jean. I know I did wrong and deserve a spanking, but... Please donít tell my dad." Lauren said, hanging her head.

My mom didnít answer. She reached over and undid Laurenís jeans, which she pulled down along with her pink panties. To me and my 10 year-old eyes, Lauren looked very well devel-oped. Her bottom was plump and round like an inverted heart. It looked sort of soft and wobbly as mom pulled her over her knee, and very white too, but I knew that wouldnít last long.

Mom started right in with the paddle. She smacked quickly and hard, making Laurenís bottom bounce like mounds of jello.

I craned my neck to see as much as I could while mom concentrated on tenderizing Laurenís butt. Lauren always acted like a big, brave bully, but she turned out to be a big baby when she was getting her bottom spanked! She started squirming and kicking right away, but mom held her tight and just kept paddling away. Lauren screamed and cried harder with every whack. I felt a mixture of excitement and fear as I watched Laurenís bottom change from pure white to bright, bright red. I couldnít believe how hard my mom was paddling or how red Laurenís butt was.

Mom must have given her about forty hard smacks with the paddle before she finished with a very rapid volley of about ten swats. Lauren was crying really hard and kicking her legs around. Mom had pinned her arm behind her back while she paddled. As soon she let go, Lauren jumped to her feet. She made no effort to hide her reddened backside or anything else and danced about the living room, crying and holding her flaming backside.

I desperately wanted to see between Laurenís legs, but I couldnít risk being seen. If mom found out I wasnít in the corner like sheíd commanded, I knew my butt would be redder then Laurens! I ducked back around the corner and crawled back up the stairs. Lauren was crying so hard that mom didnít hear me. I made it back to my corner in time to hear mom marching Lauren to a corner of her own. Then mom yelled up the steps that I should come down.

I sneaky-peeked a look at both girlsís very red bottoms before obeying momís command to go outside and play. Eventually mom let the girls outside too. None of us said much about what had happened, but both of the girls made a few cracks about it being my fault for having told. "We heard you crying upstairs when your mom paddled you, you big baby! I hope we get to watch later!" Mary said with a snotty tone in her voice.

I replied that I had heard them crying louder than me, and I hoped I got to watch them later also, using the same snotty tone in my voice.

No one said much at dinner, then mom sent us all to get cleaned up. Then she called for the three of us to take a little walk with her. As we walked down through the neighborhood, I remember thinking how weird it was that we could have been going for an ice cream, but that there wouldnít be any cold treats waiting for us when we got there.

The store was just a little place, the kind with the ownerís apartment upstairs. We went inside and my mom went into the back office and talked to the owner. Then they came out and the old lady locked the door and turned the "open" sign around to "closed". Then we all went into the office storage room in the back.

The woman who owned the store was an old widow. My mom told the woman about our confessions: Lauren was the instigator and chief thief; Mary an accomplice and copy cat thief; and I was just an accomplice. Mom listed the items the girls had taken and asked the woman how much they owed her. She paid the woman for the candy and went on to say that the girls would each pay her back for whatever was missing out of their allowances. Mom then described in humiliating detail how the three of us had all gotten our bare backsides warmed for what we had done. She then said she had brought the three of us down to apologize personally, and also receive the rest of our punishment while the store owner watched.

The lady responded by saying that a good spanking was the best treatment for stealing. She said she and her late husband had frequently tanned their own kids when they were growing up. She also said that sheíd be happy to watch because a spanking was even more effective if other people watched while you got it. She told a quick story about spanking her son in front of the sheriff and his wife when he got in trouble one time. She said having his bare bottom spanked in front of them had taught him a lesson he still hadnít forgotten.

All three of us were hanging our heads in shame and fear while all this was going on. As the only male in the room, I felt more embarrassed then I ever had in my life. Iíd never been spanked in front of anyone before, and I knew mom well enough to know she only spanked bare bottoms. That meant having my pants and shorts pulled down in front of 3 strange females, two of whom I especially didnít want to see me naked!

I wished and prayed that Mom would spank one of the girls first. I always kicked and cried frantically when mom spanked me, and I knew Iíd be doing so again really soon. I didnít want to be the first one to act like a baby getting spanked. I remember trying to suck up all the courage in my 10 year-old body, but then mom reached into her purse and pulled out her hairbrush. I knew that meant I didnít have the courage to preserve my dignity, and nothing was going to save my little ass!

Mom went to sit on what looked like an old piano bench right across from where the store owner sat on a desk chair. The widow was so close to mom that she could reach out and touch her knees. Whatever happened, she would have almost as good a view as mom.

The three of us stood waiting. I sneaky-peaked looks from the girls shuffling feet to their faces. Both of them were chewing their lips. Mary was already sniffling. I remember hoping mom would spank their stupid girl bottoms right off for getting me in this fix.

"I think Iíll do the boy first, and then these two bad little girls. Come here, Donald." I heard mom say, and my knees went weak. I walked over and whispered in momís ear, "Please, mom, donít pull my pants down."

"Donít be silly. Of course Iím going to pull your pants down!" Mom said to the whole world, then pointed the brush at Lauren and Mary, "And theirs too!"

She put the brush on the bench, reached out, and yanked my jeans and shorts down. A split second later, I was over her knee. My bare bottom was shining up for everyone to see, and when I looked up at the old woman and back toward the girls, my shame crested - they were all staring right at my butt!

I hung my head in shame while mom lectured for a few minutes. Then she held the flat wooden brush against my bottom, lifted it, and started spanking with great force. I was able to maintain my composure for about the first five swats, but was soon kicking and crying. I looked up at the girls. Both were watching intently, and I could see they were looking pretty scared.

I must have gotten about thirty swats before mom let me up and marched me to a corner. Tears were running down my cheeks, and my nose was running too. Iím sure the old widow and probably the girls got to see my little prick before I buried my nose in the corner.

The store owner remarked that it looked like that brush did quite a job. Mom said it did, but she wasnít done showing her how good a job it could do.

I lowered my head and shuffled sideways in time to see mom grab Mary and haul her the short distance to the bench. Mom sat down, yanked her shorts and panties down, and lifted her small body up and over her lap. Mary was already crying during her lecture, then mom started smacking her little seat with the brush.

Mary sobbed and cried harder than me. I think I counted about thirty for her also before mom set her on her feet and marched her to another corner.

"My niece Lauren was the cause of all this. She thinks sheís smart since sheís the oldest. Sheís going to get extra, and if you wouldnít mind, Iíd like you to give her some too." My mom said to the store owner.

The old lady laughed and said that would be fine, since momís arm must be getting tired.

I donít know if Lauren saw me peeking back at her or not, but she started begging mom just to spank her on her jeans, or at least to let her keep her panties on. Mom would have none of it. She told Lauren in a firm tone that she deserved a bare bottom blistering, and so she was going to get one. She ordered Lauren to come and stand next to her, and then methodically lowered her jeans, then her panties all the way down to her ankles.

"You should have thought of this before you decided to steal." Mom said in a firm tone. "What did you think would happen when you got caught?"

I couldnít see Laurenís front from where I was, but when mom pulled her over her lap, I could see her big round bottom cheeks and the valley between them. My butt was cooled down enough for me to feel a twinge of excitement as I watched her bottom wobble while mom scolded her some more. Then mom started spanking and lecturing at the same time. The swats sounded even harder than those Mary and I had gotten, and Laurenís bottom wobbled even more than it had that afternoon. Lauren was crying and begging mom to stop in no time at all. She was pretty big at 12, and what with kicking her legs around and squirming with all her might, mom must have had trouble holding her in place. She stopped and told her that if she didnít lay still and take her medicine like a big girl, she would have the widow hold her, and then tell her dad.

"No!" Lauren cried, then stammered out between tears and gasps for breath, "Donít tell him. Iíll try to be brave. Go ahead and spank me, Aunt Jean."

Mom did. She continued for what must have been about fifty more swats before she stopped. Lauren howled and sobbed and kicked some, but she managed to stay as still as she could before mom let her up. Lauren just stood there, crying hard and holding her bright red bottom. I could finally see a trace of fuzz between Laurenís legs, and although I felt some sympathy for her, I was excited too.

"Here you go." Mom said, turning the brush over to the store owner. Lauren was crying too hard to notice what mom had done, but when the lady pulled Lauren over her lap, she must have known right away what it meant.

"Please! No more!" she whimpered, but the widow only tucked her into perfect position and lifted the brush.

"Honey," the owner replied, "I feel sorry for you because your bottom looks real sore, but this is a lesson you need to never forget." She then delivered about 20 rapid, hard strokes to Laurenís bare bottom. I could see Laurenís whole bottom from that angle, and I was sure Iíd never seen a redder bottom before, including mine. Iíd checked it out a few times in a mirror after a spanking and didnít remember it ever being that bright a red.

Mom marched Lauren to the wall between where Mary and I stood when the old lady let her go. Along the way, she reached down and added about ten smacks with her hand while she admonished Lauren to face the wall until she was told to come out. Lauren was bawling like a baby, and continued to cry for a good while.

The owner and my mom then sat talking about other neighborhood things for about half an hour. It was almost like they forgot we were there, although they had to hear the sniffling that went on the whole time. Finally, we were permitted to pull up our pants and come out of our corners. Mom made each of us apologize again, and say good night as we left the store.

The girls didnít want to talk about what happened. I didnít either. My bottom had some pretty good marks on it and was sore for a few days. Iím sure the same was true for both girls. We were all on our best behavior for the rest of their stay with us, so no one saw anyone get spanked again. But we did have to go into the store once or twice more before they left, and all of us blushed like crazy when the widow commented about our improved behavior and the reason for it.

I never took anything in the first place, but that spanking prevented me from ever thinking about stealing. To this day, I can proudly say Iíve never stolen anything, and have no intention of doing so. I never heard of my cousins getting in trouble for stealing after that either, so I really feel that although the spankings we got were pretty severe, the punishment cured us of a bad habit, and probably prevented worse situations for us later in life.

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