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Date Posted: 04:54:51 04/07/19 Sun
I got one of my most severe whippings for this stealing from shop, or I guess more for complicity in stealing.
It was late afternoon after school and I met one of my friends from an other school (we were in same sports team and I knew him from there). We were round 13/14 so old enough to go by our selves out in town. Long story short: We went in a small general store, and my friend just took a small dye (don't have a clue why!) from the rack and tried to put it in his pocket but the tube was too big so he gave it to me, I was not happy having it and tried to give it back, finally I stupidly agreed to put it in my schoolbag. All the hassle and noise was enough to attract the shop owner's attention, and the very moment when my friend was putting the thing in my schoolbag, we got caught.
The shop owner knew my father, and I immediately knew that I would be guaranteed a sound bare bottom strapping when I get home. However, it wasn't the worst part of it: I realized that I was in more trouble than my friend, because I was wearing my school clothes (we lived in a small town enough, and everybody knew could tell from my outfit that I was attending the church school) - and since I was getting caught shoplifting in school clothes, I would be suspended from the school! I was lucky that the shop owner called just our homes and not the police, and also my school was not informed. How ever, as I was waiting for my father to pick me up all I remember was panicking of what all terrible would happen ( I was not so much worried about my butt-whipping that night than all the other potential consequences).
My friend was told to get home right away, but I was told to wait couple of very long hours in the back room of the shop for my father to pick me up. I don't remember much of his coming or the car ride, but when we got home and I saw my mother I just broke out in tears. There was no need for much telling off, our mother told my sisters who were at home to get either out or upstairs in their rooms and put the music on. Then dad took his belt off and I took my trousers and underpants off, lifted my shirt tails up and bent over the couch armrest for my punishment. It was certainly one of the longest and hardest spankings I ever got. Next Sunday I was made to meet the shop owner after church and ask for apology - I felt great relief that I was now forgiven, and offered some working hours there when I was bit older.
Two days later I still had some welts and bruises on my backside from dad's belt, I met my friend on soccer match: He asked me if I got the belt at home - I reluctantly agreed that I got a whipping of my life. Then I asked what happened to him, and he said ”nothing”, ”some telling off” but apparently no spanking or any any other punishment or consequences. I don't know what to think of that. He was, after all, the main culprit who got me in a big trouble and got my ass whipped good.
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