Shoplifting And The Sheriff'S BeltAt age 16, I was caught shoplifting, and that was one of the worst whippings I ever received. I remember making the phone call to my stepfather: " I am at the police station and you need to pick me up." I was crying the entire time at the station and on the phone. I knew what was going to happen to me.
The sheriff said that he would let me go if my stepfather convinced him that I would be punished properly at home. I was praying that they would not release me. They had no idea that he would tear my bottom up.
I remember my stepfather's words like it happened yesterday:
"The girl's going to get the whipping of her life Sheriff,of that, i can assure you. ". The sheriff was wearing a very thick hard leather belt which my stepfather noticed and said, "I would be grateful Sir if you would lend me your belt for the evening. I'll return it tomorrow after I have dealt with her."
My stepfather wasn't playing around and really wanted to scare me. I was shocked when the Sheriff removed it from the loops and said to make sure you give her a good one. I was sick to my stomach and felt like I was going to faint.
"Take the belt from the Sheriff Kandi... and hang on to it until we get home."
We sat in the car in perfect silence, the thick belt curled up and resting in my lap like a cobra ready to attack. We left the police station and I don't remember the drive home.
When we arrived home, my stepfather slammed the car door as hard as he could and moved quickly into the house. Once I was inside, I started to beg him to listen. "They made a mistake. I was going to pay for the perfume. I wasn't thinking when I put it in my pocket to try on sunglasses. I swear I was going to pay for it!"
"I know when you are lying Kandi... you can keep the tears for now, you WILL be needing them soon, very soon... put your hands on that thick belt Kandi... feel the stiff leather... very soon it will be whipping your bottom... and you know you deserve it... dont you?"
He told me to go to my room and *****, and he said that perfume is going to feel very expensive very soon. I went up the stairs with my legs shaking.
I removed my shoes and skirt and sat on the bed. I jumped when he closed the door behind him.
"Shoplifting and carrying pot young lady... how hard a whipping do you think you deserve for that Kandi?".
"At least we agree on that Kandi... a hard whipping is what you deserve. Go to the closet Kandi, bring out the spanking stool...then pull down your panties for me."
I made my way to and from the closet, sniffling and shaking and climbed on top of the stool. I began to tremble when he moved my panties down my legs and to my feet. He asked me to hold his hand as I steadied myself.
The sting from the belt was almost too much for me to take.
SWATT! ... SWATT! ... SWATT! ... I cried and begged, but he whipped me hard.
Then he made me turn to face him with my bottom ablaze and my pubes at eye level. He began to lecture me and ask questions: "Are you ever going to steal again? Do I need to whip you more? Have you learned your lesson?" I could feel his warm breath on me as he continued to circle around and question me. Just when I thought it was over and I didn't think it could get any worse, he said, "Come down off the stool Kandi, now bend over and put your hands on it. I am not through with you."
I begged him to stop.
SLAPP!... SLAPP!... SLAPP!... SLAPP!...
I cried uncontrolably as he landed the belt over and over on my behind. When he was through he made me stay in my room for the evening. I remember that it was hard to sit for days. It was the worst whipping I had ever received.