Theft in the Radio Station


by Dave Mack <Davemack98@hotmail.com>

This story is a work of fiction. Please bear this in mind as you read this story. Comments are solicited and appreciated...

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I work for a local radio station as a talk show host. I'm also part owner. We're a pretty tight knit group and we all work as team to make things sound good. This one particular day I was just finishing up my show when I looked thru the window into the production studio to see Michael fiddling with the equipment. He was the young son of the principal owner. Mike was just shy of 13 and he really enjoyed hanging out at the station learning how we put everything together to make it all sound good. Many times he'd be in the studio watching, listening and asking questions. Mike walked into master control and talked with Stuart my engineer. Stu, as we called him was in his senior year in High School and was already signed up for college to persue a career in communications. He's been with us since he was about 15 and was a true professional. He also did a DJ show on some occassions.

This particular day as I was giving Stu a cue to finish the show I noticed Michael going through something in the adjacent announcer prep room. My mic was off so I walked in to see what the boy was so intently doing. He was unaware I was off the air as he was hearing my voice on a 7 second delay. As I opened the door he tried to hide his activity but I saw him stuff something in his pants and then realized he had a wallet in his hand - - MY wallet! I had left it on my desk as before the show I'd ordered a pizza for Stu and I and I forgot to put it back in my pocket.

Michael was caught red handed. I asked him what he was doing and he couldn't give me an answer or look me in the face. He then tried telling me he found it on the floor. I asked him if that was true why was he looking in it or taking anything from it. Before he could say a word I reached in his pocket and pulled out the $20.00 bill he had taken. The boy was speachless.

"Come with me right now Michael" I told the lad taking him by the hand and into my office on the next floor. "Sit down. Now I want to know why you took money from my wallet. Your dad gives you $20 every week as an allowence. Sheepishly the lad said he left it at home and wanted to go buy a pizza. "Mike, there were still 4 slices right there that you knew you were welcome to take. Leaving your money home is one thing but you could have asked me for money. Instead you tried stealing it. I'm calling your dad." "Please don't, I won't do it again" he said as I picked up the phone. I completed the call and spoke with his father. I told him briefly what happened and asked him what he wanted me to do. "What ever you think best my friend, but believe me when he gets home I'm gonna warm his bottom." I asked how he felt if I did that and he said it was fine. I hung up the phone and looked the boy in the face. He had no idea what his dad said but I knew he was aware he was in deep trouble.

"Mike, I like you. Your a good kid. You wanna get into this business when you get older. But what you did stealing from me or anyone is wrong. You know right from wrong don't you?" He nodded his head. "I'm sorry Paul. I..." Before he could finish I cut him off. "You're not sorry you stole, you're sorry you got caught. What would your dad do? I know what he intends doing when you get home." The boy shook his head no. "Let me ask you something. We trust each other around here. How many other times have you done this?" "I swear I never did it before Paul. I swear. I'm sorry. I promise I won't ever steal from you again..or anyone." The lad was scared. I looked the boy in the face. I considered seriously letting him off the hook. But then I knew he did need to be punished. So I put it to him. "Ok Mike, let's trade places. If you were me and I'd tried to steal from you what would you do? Now think carefully." He sat there shaking his head. "What would your dad do" I asked him knowing well what he'd told me on the phone. "I dunno" he said. "Well I do young man. He told me on the phone that when you get home he's gonna warm your bottom. Does he spank you a lot?" Again he shook his head no. "But when he does it really stings a lot." "Do you deserve a good spanking for this Mike?" He hesitated a minute. "Yeah, maybe, I guess, I dunno."

We sat in silence for over a minute. I wanted to let the whole affair sink in. I'm not a big fan of useing corporal punishment. But in this case it was needed. But I also felt as it was me he stole from I needed to punish him and no one else. I picked up the phone and again called his dad. I asked him to forgo punishing the boy and let me handle it completely. "Well if that's what you think is best OK." I told him if I felt he needed more I'd let him know. I hung up the phone and again looked at Michael.

Ok buddy here's the deal. Your gonna get a _d_a_m_n_ good spanking. But you have a choice..I do it or your dad does it. But if he does it I will never be able to trust you again and will ask your dad to keep you out of the station whenever I'm here, and as you know that's almost all the time. I know you like to be here, hang out with us all and learn the business. The choice is yours. He shook his head and mumbled "ok". I told him to stand up in front of me. "Mike, let's get this done. Take off your sneakers and pants right here and now." He did as I instructed and within a moment he was standing in his teeshirt, white underpants and white socks. "When was the last time you got a spanking Michael?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno, last year sometime." I asked how his dad did it and he said over his lap with a paddle. I glanced down and noticed the front of his underpants somewhat tented. The little _f_u_c_k_er had a boner! I noticed when he told me how he had been spanked he didn't mention if it was bare assed. I looked him in the eye.

"Mike I'm gonna give you a choice. You can bend over the chair and I use my belt or over my lap with my hand but on your bare bum. Your choice." He gasped. "Please Paul. I said I was sorry. Please don't do this. Please.."he begged on the verge of crying. I understood how he felt at that moment. I knew the lad idolized me and most of the rest of the staff at the station and this was a total embaressment to him. But still he needed to know stealing was something I was not about to let slide. "I know you are sorry but I gave you a choice. Make it now or I make it for you." He stood there shaking his head. "I gave you a choice Michael. Which is it?" He just shook his head no. I reached down and pulled down his briefs and as they slipped to the floor I was surprised to find he had a small patch of pubic hair above his very stiff boy meat. "Wow" I said as he stood there naked from the waist down. The boy didn't try to cover himself and just stood there. I was surprised he was into puberty as I thought he was small for his age but then realized he was turning 13 in just a few more weeks.

"This is gonna be something you'll never forget" I said looking him in the eye. I opened a desk drawer and took out a pair of scissors. Before the lad could begin to speak I grabbed his penis, bent it down and cut off his pubic hair as close to it's base as I could get. The boy was horrorfied. "Oh no...." he whined as he started to pull away. I held his tool tighter and again snipped the remaining hairs right to the base. "You act like a little boy so you need to look like one. And be punished like one." With that I put the scissors on my desk, picked up the 5 foot tall boy and put him over my lap. "Michael, you got yourself into this. Now while you are being punished like a little boy let's see if you can take your punishment like a young man. The more you fight the worse this will be." While I spoke I rubbed his smooth bum. I slipped my hand up between his legs and parted them and slid my hand up into his bum crack. He instinctly tightened his butt cheeks. I slapped him hard. "Ow......." he screamed. "You open your bum and raise it or I use the strap. You hear me Michael?" "Please don't..." the boy begged but he did open his cheeks showing his pucker hole. "Your usually a good boy Mike and I will keep this between us and not tell the staff but don't you ever the longest day you live ever steal again." I then began to spank the boy. Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank..I slapped his spread bum hard. He began bouncing up and down on my lap and I felt his 3" penis jabbing into my lap. I considered ignoring it but then repositioned him so his tool went between my legs. I closed my thighs and continued to spank his now pink bottom.

Michael was trying to be brave and not cry but from his whimpering I knew he was close and I intended to spank until he was blubbering. Suddenly the door to my office opened and there stood Stu. He had a few minutes of free time as we were now airing a game it would be 10 minutes before he had to run any local spots. The 18 year old just stood and smiled. "Come on in and watch. I'll be thru with him real soon." Michael looked up and seeing Stu smiling asked he please leave. It was one thing to be getting a spanking. It was another to have someone who was only a few years older watching, especially someone who he looked up to like a big brother. "Wow, it's not been that long ago I was in his position" said Stu. "Can I feel how hot his butt is?" he asked as he came over to get a better view. "Sure, be my guest." I stopped the spanking for a moment and just held Michael as Stu rubbed his hand all over the boys bottom and into his crack. This time Michael didn't move. "I bet he's hard too.." said Stu. "He is" I replied. "May I?" he asked as he reached between the boys cheeks and felt his _c_o_c_k_. "He sure is. He isn't into puberty yet is he Paul?" "As a matter of fact he is" I told the teen. Stu looked on the floor and saw the small pile of hair. "I know when I got my last spanking I was almost 15. My dad cut my pubic hair too. It was so embaressing but worse I came on my dads lap. Then he spanked me even harder but it was the last time. I never got in trouble again."

With that I resumed spanking the almost 13 year old boy and I noticed that Stu was also getting hard in his pants. I had to be honest so was I. Mike began to really scream with each spank. Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, SpankSpank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank. Then suddenly the boy had an orgasm, not his first I suspected, and came all over my legs. I paused to let the feeling pass. "Almost done Michael" I said as I resumed the spanking, paying very close attention to the lower part of his now very red cheeks. I then spanked him as hard as I possibly could. Then his will broke. He'd only whimpered to this point but now he was crying, really crying. It was the cry of a boy who had been thoroughly spanked and knew he deserved it. Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, SpankSpank, Spank, Spank, Spank, SpankSpank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank. I gave him another 25 and then stopped and began rubbing his now almost purple bottom. My hand hurt and I was sure so did his bottom. Stu also helped me rub the boys bottom. Soon Michael stopped crying and Stu helped him to stand. His penis had shrivilled up to about 1 inch. Now he really did look like a little boy. He began rubbing his bottom and dancing up and down trying to turn down the fire in his ass. He didn't care about being naked anymore.

Soon he was composed enough and begged Stu to please not tell anyone else on the staff about the spanking. Stu promised that as long as Michael behaved himself it would remain between the three of us. I hugged Michael and told him he was now forgiven and the whole incident was history. He put on his clothes and we all headed back up to the studio. I also called the boys dad and told him I had thoroughly spanked the boy and unless he really felt it necessary he didn't need to do it again. He told me when the boy got home he'd look at the work I'd don and then make a decission. He asked me to send the lad home. I told Michael he was to go home and hoped his dad would show leniency as I felt sure the lad had learned his lesson. He thanked both Stu and me, got on his bike and peddled home to find out what dad would or would not do. Deep inside I knew he was praying dad would feel he'd been spanked enough. And so did I...


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