Upon entering the house, Lara Smith saw her mother’s brown leather wallet on the kitchen table... and a brown leather belt placed on the table as well, circling the wallet like a snake ensnares its victim. The tall, lean eleven-year-old with long blonde hair understood right away what had happened, and froze at the sight, icing deep down to her bones.

“Ah, there you are,” Mrs. Smith said, coming out of the kitchen and seeing her daughter watching transfixed at the table.

“M-mom, I...”

“You,” the woman said, hands on her hips, “have an appointment with your father’s belt in your bedroom in five minutes, missy. How DARE you take my wallet without permission?, and not only that! You even are as careless as to actually lose it! I was about to call the Police, you know?”

While Lara felt tears already escaping her eyes, Mrs. Smith reached for the wallet and took a folded sheet of paper out of the main pocket.

“Read,” she commanded, in a no-nonsense tone.

With trembling hands, Lara reached for the sheet and read it throughout – this “Christine” someone must have had an awfully hard time with her father’s belt... but at least had all the new clothes and stuff, while she... no... she’d just get a sound strapping, and it was a very deserved one! What was she thinking when she took her mother’s wallet without permission?? It was the worst kind of stealing and she knew, and yet she had done it.

Nonetheless, all her repentance could not wipe away the discomfort and the terror clutching her little heart when she knew she was really in for it

“Mummy please!... I didn’t mean to!” she tried to beg, but words hardly came to her dry mouth.

“To your room, young lady! There is more wisdom in this poor girl’s pinkie,” she said, pointing at the letter, “than you have in your whole brain. Let’s see if I manage to whip some sense into you, hmm?”

Sighing, Lara knew there was no way out of this, no matter how hard she tried, so she just resigned herself to getting a sound strapping and ran up the stairs. The irony of she and another girl getting more or less the same punishment couldn’t escape her. And all for a darn wallet!

THE END... really, this time!

This story does not necessarily represent the authors’ point of view about anything. It is simply a work of fiction . The characters herein portrayed are invented and do not resemble reality to the best of the authors’ knowledge. This account is entirely fictitious . Any similarities to other persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

This story is written for the sane amusement of adult readers. It does not intend harm and does not promote violence of any kind, including spanking. No offence is meant to any group, ethnicity or individuals.

The authors do not necessarily endorse the non-consensual disciplinary spanking of actual children and / or teenagers.

Copyright © 2004 Haley Brimley , Christy . Contact for information and / or feedback.