Stealing Leads to Exposure
An SPH Experience by LittleJohn.
I am 18 years old and fell in with a bad crowd. I like to gamble and always seemed to lose. I had borrowed money from some of the guys, and they wanted it back. I had two ways out: take a beating from them or help them steal radios from cars. As they were bigger than me, I chose the radios. They told me it would be Friday night. Where to meet them and what Friday was soon here; we met up. We went searching for cars, I was checking doors none were open, next thing there was a little whistle they had found one we ran right get in one of the guys said it takes two, as we were trying to remove the radio the area lit up with blue light the other guy in the car with me jumped out and run as I was getting out of the car my foot caught in the seatbelt I hit the floor and banged my head as I was recovering I was grabbed.
I struggled, but I felt cold steel on my wrist. That was it: the police had me. My heart started beating not because I’d been arrested but because of what my mother had told me would happen if I did (my sister and I were always told we would be spanked and caned if we ever brought the police to her door). I was questioned about who the others were. Still, I just said I’d only just met them. I don’t think they believed me, but they didn’t push, as they told me I would take the blame for everything. I said ok. They said they had to call my parents. I told them it was ok, as I was 18.
They told me that I would need to see the chief in the morning and would have to stay, but would need to tell someone where I was. They rang and spoke to my sister; my mom hadn’t got home from work, she said she would tell her when she got in. I was put in a cell. I didn’t sleep much that night at the thought of the spanking I was probably going to get. The cell door opened. There was a female officer; she said the chief and my mother were waiting for me. I was escorted to a room. My mom looked at me with pure hatred. I took a seat. The chief explained that I would be given a caution, as it was my first offense, and that I should apologize to the car owners.
I agreed.
As we were leaving, the chief told me to consider myself lucky to have gotten away without a real punishment.
My mom turned to him and said, “Oh, he hasn’t got away without anything just yet,” and smiled.
He just replied, “Ahh, OK.”
“Right, let’s get you home,” my mom said angrily.
Mom told me that when we got home, I would shower, put on a pair of shorts, and come downstairs. I did as I was told. My mom and sister were sitting on the couch, with a chair in the middle of the room.
My mom said, “Right, I told you what would happen, so have you got anything to say?”
I told her what had happened.
They listened.
“Right, let’s begin. Take your shorts off.”
Still, I told her I won’t.
“Oh, you will, or I will open the curtains and the windows and put the chair in front of it.”
I just looked at her and pleaded, “Please, I can’t be naked and in front of Amy.”
“Last chance…”
I started crying at the thought of what was about to happen. My mom and sister were going to see me naked. It was not the spanking. Still, they were going to see my penis that had never really grown. At best, it was 2 inches long. Now she demanded, and the tears were running down my face.
“What is all the fuss here?” she yelled, and she grabbed my shorts and pulled them down.
My sister now has a full view. “Oh my,” she giggled.
“What are you giggling about?” my mom asked, and she turned me around. “I see that is small, but that’s the least of your worries. Hands on the chair!”
When my hands landed, so did the first slap. One cheek, then the other. She must have gone for about an hour. My sister stared and giggled the whole time. When my mom stopped, she asked, “What was so funny?”
Amy says, “It’s just his little thing was jiggling the whole time. It was like it was waving.”
Mom just laughed. Right, John, you do realize that was just the first half of the punishment?” she asked.
“Yes mom,” I replied while crying.
“Right, stand up.”
I stand.
“Right over by the fireplace and face us…”
As I stood there, Amy asked me, “Is that why you’ve never had a girlfriend?”
I just nod.
She asks other questions like, “How big does it get hard?” “Can you even cum as your balls are like grapes?”
I try to tell her that it’s the cold.
She laughs and tells me she has seen what the cold does, and it’s not that extreme.
“Right,” said Mom, “Amy, go to the greenhouse and get me a bamboo as thick as your finger and about 4 feet long.”
She comes bouncing through the door. “How is this, Mom?”
“Perfect,” came the reply.
Mom heads towards me with the bamboo, puts the end under my testicles and lifts, looks me in the eye and tells me, “This is for making me go to the police station, and if I ever do it again this will seem like a taster event.”
I told her I was sorry. I won’t do it again.
“Oh, I think you won’t, right? Back over the chair. Let’s pretend we didn’t see that little thing.”
Same again: the first whistle and crack, I scream. Still, I heard no sound. Crack after crack, 30 strokes all over my already sore arse.
“Right, stay there. These are really going to hurt.”
I felt the cane hit in the crease where my legs meet my arse. My legs nearly gave way. Another 9 follow, and I’m dancing and bawling.
“Right? I’ve got to go,” Mom finally said. “Don’t you dare leave this house. See you later.”
The End.
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