Stealing from me is unacceptable, I intend on making that known.

Whilst getting ready to go out for the evening, I catch my disgraceful, ungrateful step-son routing through my purse. No doubt he was planning on stealing from me and not for the first time. Why? Because he wants a night out with his friends. Needless to say, he will be punished mercilessly for such despicable behaviour.

I grab my boy by the ear, an angry scolding sees him snivelling with meaningless apologies. He needs to be taught a lesson that he will not forget. Across my knee he goes. I begin spanking his thieving bottom on the outside of his trousers; despite his obvious shame, I have no intention of stopping anytime soon. I order the little brat to take his trousers and pants off, I want better access to his pale bare cheeks; perhaps turning them a brutal shade of scarlet will ensure my lesson sticks firmly in mind. Inflicting one stinging slap after another, this naughty boy screams and wails. He is making far too much noise for my liking, his absolutely despicable behaviour has got him where he is right now. Perhaps something harsher is needed?

Keeping him firmly across my knee, I take off my shoe; a hard sole sandal that has been incasing my dainty foot. This is going to hurt and I am going to enjoy every moment. Pinning him onto my bare lap with an iron grip, I start striking him hard and fast across both bottom cheeks, this little thief will pay the price for trying to steal from me. My blows are relentless, he deserves no respite. His whimpering only spurs me on after the terrible behaviour I have witnessed, his apologies are not good enough. Once semi satisfied with the thrashing I have administered, I order my boy into the corner. His cheeks red and with tears in his eyes, I begin to think that perhaps we are getting somewhere close.

I slide my thick leather belt from the loops of my ripped off denim shorts. Upon realising what will come next, my little brat begs for me not to use the belt across his bare arse. A familiar punishment; he knows this will smart. I order the boy to lay on his front across the foot stool. His pleads for this punishment to end fall upon deaf ears. Pulling my hand back above my head, I mercilessly wallop him with the well used leather belt. Blow after blow, he so deserves this.

Satisfied that the punishment is complete, and a lesson has been learned, I put my leather belt back on and I tell my boy to get himself dressed while I finish getting ready. As I walk out of the room I hear a mumble. This backchatting little brat is really in for it now!

Off comes the belt once more.

BELTED FOR BACKCHAT