Linda rolled her eyes as she entered the mall, followed closely by the giggling girls. Today, she had to join her two 18-year-old cousins on a shopping trip. The twins Vicky and Melissa were petite blondes with ponytails and blue doe eyes. They were usually kind and friendly, but incredibly annoying! They giggled and chatted constantly, and they could ask ten or fifteen questions in a few seconds without waiting for a response. In addition, they were unbelievably stupid. Linda did not cherish the thought of having to spend the whole day with them.
For several hours, Linda walked around the mall with the twins trailing behind her, with their bothersome giggling and whispering in her ears. They talked non-stop, and never about anything that was remotely interesting or worth listening to. She grew tired of hearing it, but she knew from experience that it wouldn't help to say anything to them. They would only snicker even louder and find something even stupider to talk about.
They had been to a makeup store and a couple of clothes shops, and were heading to a cosy little café, where Linda could finally get a coffee, but the twins HAD to pop into an electronics store on the way. They entered the shop, and Linda's heart skipped a beat as she glanced at the sign hanging on the wall – "Shoplifters will be spanked." She knew it was the owner himself who'd hung it there. The rumours said that young women were in grave danger of a sound thrashing if they suffered from sticky fingers, but to her great disappointment, Linda had never seen anyone end up over his lap. She sighed – it would have been so lovely to see someone being spanked here!
She looked over at her two cousins, bending over to stare at an air fryer and trying to work out what it was, and she smiled as an evil thought struck her. Maybe this shopping trip would be more fun than she had expected…
She glanced around and was fairly sure she was in a blind zone between the cameras. While the two girls were busy, she picked up a smartwatch from a shelf and dropped it into one of Vicky's bags. She then patted them on the shoulder. "Girls, I have to go to the bathroom. You can have a look around, and we'll meet at the café afterwards?" They nodded, and Linda hurried away – she wanted to see what happened, but she had no desire to be a participant.
To maintain her alibi, Linda entered the bathroom, where she waited by the sink until she heard loud beeping from the nearby electronics store – as if someone had set off the alarm by leaving without paying. Without rushing, she headed back to the shop, where she saw Mister Smith standing in the doorway, holding both her cousins firmly by the ear.
Mister Smith, the owner of the store, was a tall, powerfully built middle-aged man. He usually looked somewhat cranky, but when he was angry, he was truly scary – and he looked quite angry right now. The two girls whimpered in pain as he pulled their earlobes hard. "The audacity!" he growled. "Not only are you stealing from me, but you're also telling me bare-faced lies! I assume that smartwatch jumped into your bag of its own free will?"
"But we ARE innocent," Melissa insisted. It was clear she was close to tears. "I swear!" She howled as Mister Smith pulled her ear even harder – he almost lifted her off the ground.
"Linda!" Vicky stared pleadingly when she discovered that her older cousin was back. "Help us!"
Linda wanted to grin gleefully when she discovered how well her plan had worked, but she managed to frown and placed her hands on her hips. "What are you two doing? Can't I leave you for five minutes without you getting into mischief?"
Smith looked at her. "Are you their older sister?"
"Cousin," Linda corrected him. "I'm Linda, and that's Vicky and Melissa. What have they done?"
"They tried to sneak off with a smartwatch, and didn't think I'd notice," Smith said sternly.
Linda sighed, shook her head, and did her best to look disappointed. "What happens now?"
"We could call the police, of course. But I have a better idea," Smith said, nodding towards the sign on the wall.
The twins looked at it, and their eyes widened when they realized what he meant. "No!" they begged. "Not that! Anything but that!"
"Pull yourselves together," Linda scolded. "When you steal, you have to face the consequences. Would you rather sit at the police station and wait for your father to pick you up? What do you think he'll say then? I don't think he'll be happy. And do you really want this on your record?" She shrugged. "In this situation, I think you should accept his offer."
The girls were easy to convince, since they trusted their cousin. Smith walked towards the back room, still with one ear in each hand. Linda walked two steps behind them, and since all three had their backs to her, she could allow herself to grin. Her plan had worked perfectly! Her two annoying cousins would be spanked by an angry store owner – while she sat there and watched. This was amazing!
The large back room was sparsely furnished – a desk and some simple wooden chairs along the wall. When all four had entered, Smith finally released his grip so he could lock the door. He placed the key in his pocket, to make sure they didn't run away. The twins stood and rubbed their sore ears with tears at the edges of their eyes, while staring in horror at Smith and dreading what was going to happen.
One of his large, powerful hands landed on Vicky's shoulder, and she shrank. He turned to Linda, who'd taken the chair where she suspected she would have the best view. "Can you keep an eye on the other one while I deal with her?"
"Of course." She patted the seat of the chair next to her. "Sit down, Melissa." Melissa obeyed, staring at her sister wide-eyed. Vicky stared pleadingly back, hoping someone could save her.
Smith pulled one of the chairs into the middle of the room and sat down. Effortlessly, he picked up Vicky and placed the teenager over his lap with her rear in the air. To the twins' great horror – and Linda's great joy – he jerked her shorts and panties to her knees in one quick, rough move.
"No!" Vicky shrieked and tried to stand up. "You can't do that!"
"I don't think you should try to tell me what I can and can't do, little miss," Smith said ominously.
"Do as he says, Vicky. I think that's best right now," Linda said, but she hoped her cousin would try to resist. Smith seemed like a man who did not tolerate such things, so he would probably punish her even more harshly.
Smith's hard hand slammed down on Vicky's bare, beautiful butt with great force, and she howled. The second smack made her kick her legs and squirm, and the tears were rolling after the third. Melissa leaned against Linda for support, quivering with fear, and Linda placed a comforting arm over her shoulder while rejoicing at the sight before them.
The hard slaps were almost as loud as Vicky's screams as Smith continued to spank her. His hand was large enough to span an entire butt cheek, and hard enough to have great effect on her soft, delicate skin. Vicky howled and sobbed, and it was clear it was the first time she was spanked. Linda hoped it would not be the last. Maybe a few thrashings would make her and her sister less annoying.
Smith smacked first the left cheek, then the right, then the left. His hand moved quickly, but evenly, and it was obviously not the first time he performed this task. He wore a grim smile in a face completely devoid of pity. In his view, this was something that had to be done, and he intended to do it well.
It took somewhere between ten and fifteen minutes before Smith decided it was enough – far too long for Vicky, but nowhere near long enough for Linda. Melissa had more mixed feelings. She may not have been the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she was at least smart enough to figure out it was her turn now, and this was something she wanted to postpone as much as she could. At the same time, she was glad that her sister was finally done with her punishment, and she also guessed that she would be just as long over his lap as her sister had been, so a shorter punishment was preferable.
Smith helped the sobbing Vicky to her feet and sent her staggering toward Linda with one final smack. Linda hugged her cousin, helped her down into the chair next to her, and comforted her. Smith beckoned Melissa, who sank into her chair and tried to make herself invisible. It was clear she had no intention of standing up.
"If I have to fetch you, little miss," Smith said strictly, "you are going to regret it. I'm counting to three. One …"
Melissa rose and hurried over. What Vicky had received seemed bad enough, and she really didn't want to get extras. Like Vicky, she was picked up and placed over his lap with her head down and her bottom in the air, before he pulled her shorts and panties down. Her cute, trembling rear end had goosebumps as she waited for the first spank. Smith did not leave her waiting long.
Melissa howled and squealed as Smith began to spank her. If he was the least bit tired after thrashing Vicky, he didn't show it – he spanked her twin sister just as hard. Linda had placed her arm over the shoulder of the crying cousin sitting next to her, and periodically kissed her forehead and whispered something comforting, but her eyes shone as she watched the pair in the middle of the floor. To sit here and see Melissa being beaten by the big, angry man, while Vicky cried quietly next to her, hissing in pain from having to sit on the hard wooden chair, was more wonderful than she could have imagined. This was the best day of her life.
Melissa's butt was now brightly pink, but there was still some time until it would be as red and swollen as Vicky's posterior. Smith thrashed her soundly, still as tireless as ever. It seemed like he could continue for days, and Linda was slightly disappointed that he did not seem willing to try.
He eventually stopped spanking her, and Melissa was also helped to her feet. After also being sent off with one final smack, she sat down on Linda's other side, and the twins leaned against her, still with their shorts and panties at their knees, while Linda comforted them. Smith eventually asked them if they'd learned their lesson, and both pledged to never steal again. Linda thought it was a shame that they did not try to tell him the truth again. She was curious to see what Smith would have done to them.
When they had calmed down and dried their tears, they dressed. Linda rejoiced when she heard them hissing in pain as the tight shorts squeezed their tender bottoms. She drove them home, grinning when she heard them whimpering in the back seats. Their sniffling and crying were much lovelier to listen to than their usual giggling and chatter.
And if it hadn't been for the subsequent conversation with her uncle, she might still have regarded this as the best day of her life.
Uncle Mark noticed immediately that his two daughters had been crying, and he asked what had happened. The girls were reluctant to tell him; it was very painful and embarrassing, and they didn't know how he'd react. Would he also believe they had stolen? They'd almost begun to believe it themselves. But he soon got them to tell him the whole story, and frowned when he heard what had happened. He also got the girls to turn around, drop their shorts and panties, and show him their red bottoms – which obviously was extra embarrassing for them, but they reluctantly obeyed.
He let them dress and turned to Linda. "Do you know what happened?"
She shrugged. "They stole."
He frowned. "My girls do not steal, and you know that too. Do you really think that was it?"
She shrugged again and tried to look calm. "What else could it be? There is a first time for everything."
"Linda," he said, with a voice that made her shiver. "Do you know how that watch ended up in their bag?"
She looked away, and she shrugged one more time. "They've probably placed it there themselves – unless it really did fall in, of course. It's very –"
"Linda," he said, his voice even stricter. He took a step towards her, placing his hand on her chin to force her to look him in the eyes. "How did that watch end up there?"
She squirmed out of his grip and looked away. "How should I know?" she said as confidently as she could, but she could hear how her voice quavered.
"Linda," he said quietly. "Did you frame them to get them punished?"
"I…" Linda tried to find something to say, but her mind was blank. She was not prepared for this question. How in the world could he guess? She was usually so good at hiding things! "That's not… I wasn't –"
The girls gasped and stared at her. They couldn't believe their cousin had done something like that!
"Well, little miss," her uncle said with the same quiet, calm voice. "If you're so interested in spanking, I think I know how to satisfy your curiosity." And he seized her earlobe in an iron grip.
Linda whimpered in pain as he dragged her over to a kitchen chair. He sat down, and soon, she found herself over his lap with her bottom in the air, staring at the carpet. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. Her uncle was going to spank her – while her cousins watched! This wasn't the way it was meant to go!
The girls stared, absolutely shocked. Not only had Linda done something so mean, but their gentle father was now going to spank her? They couldn't believe it.
He grabbed her tracksuit bottoms and pulled them down to her knees, and her cute little pink panties soon followed. It was clear he had been paying attention to his daughters' story. He began to spank her, and Linda gasped as his hand slammed down on her naked butt. How embarrassing!
He spanked from side to side, with hard, even smacks. She grimaced, unable to believe that her kind uncle was actually spanking her!
But Linda was tougher than the twins, and her uncle did not have Smith's strength and experience, so it was soon clear that it was not as effective as her cousins' punishment had been. Linda eventually whimpered and squirmed under the onslaught of his hand, but she wasn't howling and kicking like they had. Uncle Mark looked at his daughters. "Melissa? Fetch the hairbrush that's in the bathroom, please."
Melissa frowned. "Are you really going to brush your hair right now?"
He sighed. "Fetch the brush, Melissa, and I'll show you what I'm going to do with it."
"Don't fetch the brush, Melissa!" Linda pleaded, as she was smarter than the twins and had realized what he intended to use it for. But Melissa obeyed and handed the hairbrush to her father, who immediately started to wallop Linda's delicate derriere with the backside of the hard wooden brush.
Linda howled and squirmed, and the tears were rolling down her cheeks as her uncle spanked her hard and long with the hairbrush. This was more painful than she could have imagined!
Her butt was red end swollen when she was finally allowed to stand up, and it burned as if she'd been sitting in a campfire. Both hands feverishly tried to rub the pain away, while her two cousins came over to comfort her. It was clear that they had already forgiven her – either that, or they still hadn't comprehended it.
Her uncle, on the other hand, was still not satisfied. "Tomorrow, you'll bring a signed confession to Mister Smith," he told Linda. "He can decide what to do with you."
Linda shivered. She could guess what Mister Smith would do.
For several hours, Linda walked around the mall with the twins trailing behind her, with their bothersome giggling and whispering in her ears. They talked non-stop, and never about anything that was remotely interesting or worth listening to. She grew tired of hearing it, but she knew from experience that it wouldn't help to say anything to them. They would only snicker even louder and find something even stupider to talk about.
They had been to a makeup store and a couple of clothes shops, and were heading to a cosy little café, where Linda could finally get a coffee, but the twins HAD to pop into an electronics store on the way. They entered the shop, and Linda's heart skipped a beat as she glanced at the sign hanging on the wall – "Shoplifters will be spanked." She knew it was the owner himself who'd hung it there. The rumours said that young women were in grave danger of a sound thrashing if they suffered from sticky fingers, but to her great disappointment, Linda had never seen anyone end up over his lap. She sighed – it would have been so lovely to see someone being spanked here!
She looked over at her two cousins, bending over to stare at an air fryer and trying to work out what it was, and she smiled as an evil thought struck her. Maybe this shopping trip would be more fun than she had expected…
She glanced around and was fairly sure she was in a blind zone between the cameras. While the two girls were busy, she picked up a smartwatch from a shelf and dropped it into one of Vicky's bags. She then patted them on the shoulder. "Girls, I have to go to the bathroom. You can have a look around, and we'll meet at the café afterwards?" They nodded, and Linda hurried away – she wanted to see what happened, but she had no desire to be a participant.
To maintain her alibi, Linda entered the bathroom, where she waited by the sink until she heard loud beeping from the nearby electronics store – as if someone had set off the alarm by leaving without paying. Without rushing, she headed back to the shop, where she saw Mister Smith standing in the doorway, holding both her cousins firmly by the ear.
Mister Smith, the owner of the store, was a tall, powerfully built middle-aged man. He usually looked somewhat cranky, but when he was angry, he was truly scary – and he looked quite angry right now. The two girls whimpered in pain as he pulled their earlobes hard. "The audacity!" he growled. "Not only are you stealing from me, but you're also telling me bare-faced lies! I assume that smartwatch jumped into your bag of its own free will?"
"But we ARE innocent," Melissa insisted. It was clear she was close to tears. "I swear!" She howled as Mister Smith pulled her ear even harder – he almost lifted her off the ground.
"Linda!" Vicky stared pleadingly when she discovered that her older cousin was back. "Help us!"
Linda wanted to grin gleefully when she discovered how well her plan had worked, but she managed to frown and placed her hands on her hips. "What are you two doing? Can't I leave you for five minutes without you getting into mischief?"
Smith looked at her. "Are you their older sister?"
"Cousin," Linda corrected him. "I'm Linda, and that's Vicky and Melissa. What have they done?"
"They tried to sneak off with a smartwatch, and didn't think I'd notice," Smith said sternly.
Linda sighed, shook her head, and did her best to look disappointed. "What happens now?"
"We could call the police, of course. But I have a better idea," Smith said, nodding towards the sign on the wall.
The twins looked at it, and their eyes widened when they realized what he meant. "No!" they begged. "Not that! Anything but that!"
"Pull yourselves together," Linda scolded. "When you steal, you have to face the consequences. Would you rather sit at the police station and wait for your father to pick you up? What do you think he'll say then? I don't think he'll be happy. And do you really want this on your record?" She shrugged. "In this situation, I think you should accept his offer."
The girls were easy to convince, since they trusted their cousin. Smith walked towards the back room, still with one ear in each hand. Linda walked two steps behind them, and since all three had their backs to her, she could allow herself to grin. Her plan had worked perfectly! Her two annoying cousins would be spanked by an angry store owner – while she sat there and watched. This was amazing!
The large back room was sparsely furnished – a desk and some simple wooden chairs along the wall. When all four had entered, Smith finally released his grip so he could lock the door. He placed the key in his pocket, to make sure they didn't run away. The twins stood and rubbed their sore ears with tears at the edges of their eyes, while staring in horror at Smith and dreading what was going to happen.
One of his large, powerful hands landed on Vicky's shoulder, and she shrank. He turned to Linda, who'd taken the chair where she suspected she would have the best view. "Can you keep an eye on the other one while I deal with her?"
"Of course." She patted the seat of the chair next to her. "Sit down, Melissa." Melissa obeyed, staring at her sister wide-eyed. Vicky stared pleadingly back, hoping someone could save her.
Smith pulled one of the chairs into the middle of the room and sat down. Effortlessly, he picked up Vicky and placed the teenager over his lap with her rear in the air. To the twins' great horror – and Linda's great joy – he jerked her shorts and panties to her knees in one quick, rough move.
"No!" Vicky shrieked and tried to stand up. "You can't do that!"
"I don't think you should try to tell me what I can and can't do, little miss," Smith said ominously.
"Do as he says, Vicky. I think that's best right now," Linda said, but she hoped her cousin would try to resist. Smith seemed like a man who did not tolerate such things, so he would probably punish her even more harshly.
Smith's hard hand slammed down on Vicky's bare, beautiful butt with great force, and she howled. The second smack made her kick her legs and squirm, and the tears were rolling after the third. Melissa leaned against Linda for support, quivering with fear, and Linda placed a comforting arm over her shoulder while rejoicing at the sight before them.
The hard slaps were almost as loud as Vicky's screams as Smith continued to spank her. His hand was large enough to span an entire butt cheek, and hard enough to have great effect on her soft, delicate skin. Vicky howled and sobbed, and it was clear it was the first time she was spanked. Linda hoped it would not be the last. Maybe a few thrashings would make her and her sister less annoying.
Smith smacked first the left cheek, then the right, then the left. His hand moved quickly, but evenly, and it was obviously not the first time he performed this task. He wore a grim smile in a face completely devoid of pity. In his view, this was something that had to be done, and he intended to do it well.
It took somewhere between ten and fifteen minutes before Smith decided it was enough – far too long for Vicky, but nowhere near long enough for Linda. Melissa had more mixed feelings. She may not have been the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she was at least smart enough to figure out it was her turn now, and this was something she wanted to postpone as much as she could. At the same time, she was glad that her sister was finally done with her punishment, and she also guessed that she would be just as long over his lap as her sister had been, so a shorter punishment was preferable.
Smith helped the sobbing Vicky to her feet and sent her staggering toward Linda with one final smack. Linda hugged her cousin, helped her down into the chair next to her, and comforted her. Smith beckoned Melissa, who sank into her chair and tried to make herself invisible. It was clear she had no intention of standing up.
"If I have to fetch you, little miss," Smith said strictly, "you are going to regret it. I'm counting to three. One …"
Melissa rose and hurried over. What Vicky had received seemed bad enough, and she really didn't want to get extras. Like Vicky, she was picked up and placed over his lap with her head down and her bottom in the air, before he pulled her shorts and panties down. Her cute, trembling rear end had goosebumps as she waited for the first spank. Smith did not leave her waiting long.
Melissa howled and squealed as Smith began to spank her. If he was the least bit tired after thrashing Vicky, he didn't show it – he spanked her twin sister just as hard. Linda had placed her arm over the shoulder of the crying cousin sitting next to her, and periodically kissed her forehead and whispered something comforting, but her eyes shone as she watched the pair in the middle of the floor. To sit here and see Melissa being beaten by the big, angry man, while Vicky cried quietly next to her, hissing in pain from having to sit on the hard wooden chair, was more wonderful than she could have imagined. This was the best day of her life.
Melissa's butt was now brightly pink, but there was still some time until it would be as red and swollen as Vicky's posterior. Smith thrashed her soundly, still as tireless as ever. It seemed like he could continue for days, and Linda was slightly disappointed that he did not seem willing to try.
He eventually stopped spanking her, and Melissa was also helped to her feet. After also being sent off with one final smack, she sat down on Linda's other side, and the twins leaned against her, still with their shorts and panties at their knees, while Linda comforted them. Smith eventually asked them if they'd learned their lesson, and both pledged to never steal again. Linda thought it was a shame that they did not try to tell him the truth again. She was curious to see what Smith would have done to them.
When they had calmed down and dried their tears, they dressed. Linda rejoiced when she heard them hissing in pain as the tight shorts squeezed their tender bottoms. She drove them home, grinning when she heard them whimpering in the back seats. Their sniffling and crying were much lovelier to listen to than their usual giggling and chatter.
And if it hadn't been for the subsequent conversation with her uncle, she might still have regarded this as the best day of her life.
Uncle Mark noticed immediately that his two daughters had been crying, and he asked what had happened. The girls were reluctant to tell him; it was very painful and embarrassing, and they didn't know how he'd react. Would he also believe they had stolen? They'd almost begun to believe it themselves. But he soon got them to tell him the whole story, and frowned when he heard what had happened. He also got the girls to turn around, drop their shorts and panties, and show him their red bottoms – which obviously was extra embarrassing for them, but they reluctantly obeyed.
He let them dress and turned to Linda. "Do you know what happened?"
She shrugged. "They stole."
He frowned. "My girls do not steal, and you know that too. Do you really think that was it?"
She shrugged again and tried to look calm. "What else could it be? There is a first time for everything."
"Linda," he said, with a voice that made her shiver. "Do you know how that watch ended up in their bag?"
She looked away, and she shrugged one more time. "They've probably placed it there themselves – unless it really did fall in, of course. It's very –"
"Linda," he said, his voice even stricter. He took a step towards her, placing his hand on her chin to force her to look him in the eyes. "How did that watch end up there?"
She squirmed out of his grip and looked away. "How should I know?" she said as confidently as she could, but she could hear how her voice quavered.
"Linda," he said quietly. "Did you frame them to get them punished?"
"I…" Linda tried to find something to say, but her mind was blank. She was not prepared for this question. How in the world could he guess? She was usually so good at hiding things! "That's not… I wasn't –"
The girls gasped and stared at her. They couldn't believe their cousin had done something like that!
"Well, little miss," her uncle said with the same quiet, calm voice. "If you're so interested in spanking, I think I know how to satisfy your curiosity." And he seized her earlobe in an iron grip.
Linda whimpered in pain as he dragged her over to a kitchen chair. He sat down, and soon, she found herself over his lap with her bottom in the air, staring at the carpet. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. Her uncle was going to spank her – while her cousins watched! This wasn't the way it was meant to go!
The girls stared, absolutely shocked. Not only had Linda done something so mean, but their gentle father was now going to spank her? They couldn't believe it.
He grabbed her tracksuit bottoms and pulled them down to her knees, and her cute little pink panties soon followed. It was clear he had been paying attention to his daughters' story. He began to spank her, and Linda gasped as his hand slammed down on her naked butt. How embarrassing!
He spanked from side to side, with hard, even smacks. She grimaced, unable to believe that her kind uncle was actually spanking her!
But Linda was tougher than the twins, and her uncle did not have Smith's strength and experience, so it was soon clear that it was not as effective as her cousins' punishment had been. Linda eventually whimpered and squirmed under the onslaught of his hand, but she wasn't howling and kicking like they had. Uncle Mark looked at his daughters. "Melissa? Fetch the hairbrush that's in the bathroom, please."
Melissa frowned. "Are you really going to brush your hair right now?"
He sighed. "Fetch the brush, Melissa, and I'll show you what I'm going to do with it."
"Don't fetch the brush, Melissa!" Linda pleaded, as she was smarter than the twins and had realized what he intended to use it for. But Melissa obeyed and handed the hairbrush to her father, who immediately started to wallop Linda's delicate derriere with the backside of the hard wooden brush.
Linda howled and squirmed, and the tears were rolling down her cheeks as her uncle spanked her hard and long with the hairbrush. This was more painful than she could have imagined!
Her butt was red end swollen when she was finally allowed to stand up, and it burned as if she'd been sitting in a campfire. Both hands feverishly tried to rub the pain away, while her two cousins came over to comfort her. It was clear that they had already forgiven her – either that, or they still hadn't comprehended it.
Her uncle, on the other hand, was still not satisfied. "Tomorrow, you'll bring a signed confession to Mister Smith," he told Linda. "He can decide what to do with you."
Linda shivered. She could guess what Mister Smith would do.
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