I own a small convenience store, one night right at closing time, I noticed a guy at the magazine rack acting suspicious. I went to lock the door and he came to the cash. He paid me for a Car and Driver magazine and headed for the door. When I got there I "accidentally" bumped into his back, and sure enough he had stuffed a magazine up the back of his jacket.

He immediately started pleading that he was sorry, that he would pay for it, that he was just embarrassed, that he would make it up to me etc.

I told him to give me the magazine.

He refused at first, saying that he would give me all the money he had on him at the time, but just let him go.

I said no and demanded that he give me the magazine.

He finally agreed after I went to get it myself.

I understood why he was concerned, that he did not want to pay for it, or for me to see what it was now. He had tried to steal a Playgirl magazine.

He again started to plead for me to not call the cops or anything.

I could understand the guys dilemma. We lived in a small town, a guy couldn't walk into a store and buy this magazine without the whole town knowing.

I asked him his name and to tell me why I shouldn't call the police ( I already knew his name Andy Michaels, he was a senior at the local high school. He was from a well-respected family, his father was one of the town doctors, his older brother had been the star football quarterback who had gone on to college on full scholarship. Andy was 18, about 5'8" or 5'9", about 150lbs, dark brown hair and what appeared to be a really firm body.)

He immediately started to get almost hysterical. He said that he couldn't face his father his brother, his friends or classmates if they found out that he was trying to steal a magazine like that. He then began to almost cry.

I told him he should have thought about that before he tried to rip me off.

He started to cry again and said that he didn't know what else to do.

I started to go for the phone to pretend I was going to call the police.

Once I picked up the receiver he started to ball uncontrollably, and to say I can't believe I was so stupid over and over again.

I relented and put the receiver down. I said to him that there might be another way, but first he had to help me clean up the store and get ready to go.

He jumped up with a big smile on his face, and said anything, anything at all as long as we can keep this between you and I.

It just took about ten minutes and we were finished except for putting the empty bottles downstairs in the stock room. Andy tool most of them and left me just one case to come behind him as we went down the stairs. As I was going behind him I noticed how his ass was nice and firm, and filled his tight, worn, Levi's 501 well.

We put the cases down and Andy said how he really appreciates what I was doing for him. I looked at him and said but you don't know the details yet.

I walked into the office that I had built for myself in the basement, Andy followed me in and I closed the door behind him. I told him to have a seat and pointed to a chair on one side of the desk, I took my seat on the other side.

I said to him that what he had done was a serious offence, and that without exception I had called the Police with all previous caught shoplifters. He looked like he was going to say something so I motioned for him to shut up and let me finish. I told him that I was giving him an exception to that rule because of the embarrassment and humiliation that would surely follow if the town found out what he was trying to steal. I continued that I felt that what he had tried to do was very wrong, stupid and childish and I asked him what he felt would be adequate punishment for his crime.

He started with that he was very sorry and that it would never happen again, and that he would be happy to work for me , without pay, for the whole summer if I wanted.

I said to him that that was not quite what I had in mind. I said to him that when I was a child of about 11 I was caught shoplifting and when my father found out I was given a good spanking, and that I felt that might be more appropriate.

As soon as I said the word spanking you could tell he was scared again and began to say that he was too old for spanking, that he didn't need one and that wouldn't it be better for me to have free labor rather then to give him a spanking.

I responded that I didn't need the labor and that I felt that it would be better for him if he got the spanking.

He started to argue, and I stated bluntly that it was the only way.

He shut up, looked at the ground sullenly and said OK, if it's the only way. He stood up, and asked how I was going to do it, did I want him to bend over.

I told him to come where I was sitting, he did, as he was standing in front of me I noticed how well he filled the front of Levi's. I told him to remove his jacket and to put it on the desk. He did. I instructed him to lay across my lap.

He began to protest that over the knee was not required, that he would just bend over the desk to take his swats.

I told him that if we were going to continue he would have to start obeying my commands more precisely and without any back talk. I again told him to lay across my lap. He did as he was instructed this time and I positioned his ass in perfect striking position. I began administering good solid open palmed slaps to his ass. He took the first five without much effect but after ten he began to squirm. I good feel some excitement in his crouch where it rested against my right leg. After 25 good blows to his round jean clad ass he began to protest and asked if it was over. I told him to stand up. He did and I noticed the added fullness in the pouch formed by his _c_o_c_k_ and balls. He thought his ordeal was over and reached for his jacket. I said were not done – put that down and come back over here. I stood up and removed his T-shirt and told him to sit on the desk. The look on his face when I removed the shirt was pure terror. I removed his track shoes and socks and started a pile of his clothing. I resumed my seat and motioned for him to stand in front of me. He did and I began to slow and methodically unbuckle and remove his belt – a wide black leather one – will come in handy later I thought. I placed the belt on the desk and began to unbutton his jeans. One button at a time I slipped my fingrers through while unbuttoning. I then pulled the jeans down to his ankles and told him to step out of them and to resume his position over my knee. Andy, know wearig only a pair of boxer briefs and sporting a raging hard –on, looked so good, he had well defined stomach and pec muscles was hairless except for a fine trail on his belly leading into his shorts. I adjusted his position this time so his hard-on fell between my legs. I began delivering another series of twenty-five good blows to his ass. He began to buck with the blows, which made me squeeze my legs together against his man-stick with each blow. After the twenty fifth blow he asked again if it was over – I said no, it is just beginning. I reached up to the desk and retrieved Andy's belt. I folded it up to a nice striking length and began another series with this new instrument. With the first strike he gasped and tears were welling in his eyes. I administered about 15 before I made him stand up. I removed his boxers revealing a full raging hard-on of 8.5". He was oozing pre-cum and pulsated as I brushed against it when I downed his underwear. I made him bend over my desk, grasping the sides with his legs fully spread, I took the folded belt and slipped it between his legs and tickled the back of his tight ball sack- he squirmed but did not protest at this _s_e_x_ual advance. I admired his pink round youthful ass and began strapping him bare. After 10 he was pleading for mercy, but I did not give in. I continued to crack his ass with the belt a further 15 times making his ass a bright crimson. I reached between his legs and again tickled his balls- this time with my hand. After stroking his balls I turned him over and without objection went down on his stick. I began to finger his asshole and after he came in my mouth I once again turned him over and inserted fully my own raging hard –on in his tight virgin ass. After just a few strokes I blew the best load I have ever come into his hole.

I replaced my tool and retrieved his clothes and began to dress him. Slowly and precisely I replaced all his clothing except for the belt. That I placed in my desk.

As we were going up the stairs to leave I told him that his punishment was not over- that he still had to work for me-without pay-for the next 2 months. I also reminded him that he could expect the same treatment he received tonight if he didn't follow directions or was caught trying to steal again.

Andy replied I hoped you would say that.

All that summer it seemed he _f_u_c_k_ed up, at least once a week!