The Prince handed the paddle to one of the guards standing nearby, sat back down on his throne, and ordered the paddling to continue. Jeremy's fleshy butt was bright red and the Prince knew the last 15 swats would ensure that Jeremy never stole again.

The guard took a headnod from the Prince, and proceeded to finish the severe paddling. With each swat Jeremy let out a scream and clenched his tiny cheeks as hard as he could. Swat number 13 raised Jeremy off his feet and onto his toes, and a second later he was standing up rubbing both of his red buns furiously.

The Prince was quite displeased but he also understood. He ordered that he be bent over and his hands tied to the legs of the table. The crack of the paddle echoed through the palace chambers as the discipline of the was carried out in full. Jeremy's bottom was on fire and even the Prince was little relieved that it was over. He knew Jeremy wouldn't sit comfortably for a day or two.

He was reminded that another incident would result in a public and bare assed whipping. Jeremy thanked the Prince again for sparing him that humiliation. As he left the palace walls, he looked to his left over into the public square and saw wicked looking switch rap around the bare buttocks of a screaming young man, already with criss-crossed welts on display for about 150 people to see.

After the blistering he had just recieved inside, he knew he would never find himself in that predicament.