The Garage Thief


by Dave Mack <Davemack98@hotmail.com>

Disclaimer:

The story you are about to read is 100% fiction. On a personal level I do NOT believe in the spanking of teenage boys except in extreme situations. In some places any _s_e_x_ual activity with a teen is illegal or frowned upon. If you are offended or bothered by this then please read no further. With this said...enjoy. Replies are welcome.

I've lived here now for little over a year. I got the house when my parents died. Living alone I was somewhat cautious about people lurking about. There had been a number of thefts in the neighbourhood and I didn't want to be one of the victims. I was preparing dinner when I noticed what looked like a flashlight in the garage. I turned off the stove, took my flashlight and quietly headed to the garage. The door was ajar. I could hear someone moving things inside and saw the light. I stood quietly and waited. I noticed my bush clippers next to the side and knew someone was trying to steal it. Suddenly a head stuck itself out the door. I reached out and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. He was blond, real thin, and was definately startled by my presence. In his hand he held a few tools I recognized as mine.

"Let me go" he said trying to break away from my grip. "And just what do you think you are doing?." He was speechless. I blocked his path so he was unable to get by me. "So you're the neighbourhood thief I've been hearing about" I said. "Let's see what the police have to say." I held him fast and took him into the house.

I went to pick up the phone when he said "Please wait. Look I've never been trouble with the law and if my dad finds out I'm dead meat." I started to call the police.. "PLEASE.." He said. I looked at him and for a strange reason felt a bit of pity on him. I hung up the phone. "Whats your name?" "Sean..Sean Stuart". He almost swallowed his own name. " You must be what , 17 or 18 or so?" He looked sort of surprisingly and said yeah..18. Some how I wasn't sure this was the truth but I knew I was in the drivers seat with him so I decided not to press the issue. "Where do you live? I Don't recognize you". He lived on the adjacent street. He went on to tell me he lived with his dad as his mom had died a couple of years ago.

"Why were you trying to steal tools from my garage." He just shrugged his shoulder. "Fine then I'll call your dad AND the police and let things happen as they might." As I reached to pick up the phone he again pleaded "Please don't...PLEASE. I swear I'll never do it again.." I pressed him if he'd been the one stealing from other neighbours and he denied it but I wasn't sure. "Look this is a nice neighbourhood and the one thing I detest is a thief. Maybe some time in jail will smarten you up."

"Look, what if I do chores and stuff for you to make up for it. I didn't actually TAKE them." "True", I replied, "but only because I caught you." "Look I'll do whatever you want just please don't call anyone..ok?" His impassioned plea hit a soft spot with me. "So what if I decide some sort of punishment for you instead of calling your dad and the police. Are you willing to accept it NO QUESTIONS ASKED?" He shook his head yes.

He was a real handsome looking kid. And even tho he said he was 18 I had my doubts. "Let me see your drivers license so I can verify who you are". He reached for his wallet and then said he left it at home. Now I was more convinced he was not 18. I handed him a pad of paper. "Write down your full name, address and telephone # and believe me I have a way to verify what you write." He did as I instructed.

"What would your dad do or say if he knew you tried to steal?" "Punish me ..somehow.." was all he'd say. "Well Sean I'm thinking of punishing you in a very different way". Now you agreed to `no questions asked' and I'm holding you to it. Do you still agree?" "Just what are you gonna do? he asked me with a bit of fear in his voice. "Come with me and do exactly what I tell you or I call the police and your dad." I proceeded to head for the spare room. It was in the middle of the house and would be the most private and sound proof area I had to punish him. "Come in here" I said as I entered the room. He passed in front of me and went to sit on the bed. I knew what I was gonna do and seeing his really tight fitting jeans made me even more resolved to get them off him and over my lap.

I reminded him of his agreement. He nodded his head yes. "Sean, tell me exactly what your dad would do if I were to call him. And no bull_s_h_i_t_" I said raising my voice slightly. "Whip my butt raw like usual I guess". The answer sort of surprised me especially the "like usual" remark. "Hmm,..kinda unusual for an 18 year old to get that sort of punishment now isn't it Sean". "I lied to you sir." The "sir" surprised me. "I turned 15 last month. That's why I have no license. But I swear I've never stolen anything before. I need it is all. I need the money." "So how are you gonna punish me?.

I sat in silence to let him stew. "So you are only 15?" "Yeah". "Well if I call the police you'll be in juvenile court and your dad will beat your ass?" "Yeah and more probably".. Now I was more resolved than ever to make this a spanking he'd never forget. "Sean, I'm gonna give you an order. I expect you to follow it without question. Understood." He noddded his head YES.

"Stand up". He did. Take off your shirt, sneakers and jeans. He hesitated for a moment and then complied without uttering a word. Within moments he was standing in his tight fitting briefs and white sox. "Sean I'm gonna make you never forget what you did BUT if you do exactly what you are told it will remain between us. Do you agree?". He nodded his head slightly in agreement. "Now take off your sox and then put your hands behind your head." He did it without delay and said nothing. He stood by the bed in just the briefs with his hands as instructed behind his head. "Sean, you tried to steal from me AND you lied to me. Is this true." He nodded in agreement. "Fine, then this is what I'm going to do. Now listen carefully. This is not open to discussion. I intend to take down your shorts, put you over my lap and spank your bare butt like a 10 year old. And I assure you it's gonna be the spanking of your life. You will in no way fight me on this whatsoever. Now you have the choice to accept it OR get dressed and I call the police and your dad. It's up to you."

Tears started rollng down his face. "How long is it gonna last?" he said in a soft voice. "Quite a while" I replied. "And this is only the first of three sessions like this." So the choice is yours. What's it gonna be?" "THREE" he screamed. "Yes and part of it is because you are so young that I can't do what I'd like to do." "Please, forget my age & _s_h_i_t_. I think I know what's coming. I deserve it and I won't fight it. I know my butt's gonna hurt. Do what you want but please not three times!!" He started to sit on the bed but I cast him a look of disdain and he resumed standing up straight and tall. His _c_o_c_k_ was hard as I could see it pushing hard against the fabric of his briefs. I sat down in the armless chair in the room and just looked him up and down especially on his _c_o_c_k_. "I like what I see so far" I told him. "So do my friends and I think maybe my dad too" he said to my surprise. "Come over here to me". He obeyed immediately. "Now the choice is yours. You still can say no and I call the cops and your dad." "I made a deal and I meant it. I may be 15 but I'm a man of my word." With that I reached over and put my index fingers into the waistband of his briefs and slowly peeled them down. His _c_o_c_k_ sprung out to full size and he was about 7" hard. Real big for a kid his age. Not too much pubic hair but a nice bush and his sack was tight. He stepped out of the brief. His legs were smooth and almost hairless.

"So Sean when was the last time you got spanked?" "For punishment or for _s_e_x_" he replied? "Both" I told him. "Well my uncle spanked me a couple of weeks ago to make me cum ..but my dad spanked me about 2 months ago for breaking cerfew. Both do it bare assed but dad used the belt and no _s_e_x_. My uncle used his hand and made me cum off." "Are you gay Sean?" I asked him. "Yeah but I don't think my dad knows and I'm afraid what he'd do if he did."

I reached over and gently touched his _c_o_c_k_. He was circumcised and looked real good. The precum was trickling out and I fingered the head. He moaned and pushed toward my face but his hands remained as I'd instructed behind his head. "Well Son If you were a bit older we could make this more enjoyable but 'cause you are so young..." my voice trailed off. "Forget my age..do what you feel I need done. I'm the kid and I did wrong" and he punctuated it with a crisp "SIR". I stroked him `til I was sure he was about to spurt his young man seed and told him to lie over my lap and spread his cheeks wide. He did as instructed and his lanky legs almost touched the floor while his hands held onto the rungs of the chair. "Now tell me just why you are to be spanked young man?" I asked to make it a truely discipline spanking. "Attempting to steal and lieing about my age..SIR". I slapped his ass hard!. He jerked up slightly. "Well I see you need to be held down young man." With that I reached around and grasped his boy shaft. "Oh my god I'm gonna cum soon" he moaned. I then began a slow rhythmnic spanking, bare hand on bare 15 yr old ass. He started to wimper and his breathing got heavy. I spanked him harder. "OW, OW, OWWW, man it HURTS" he said.. "Would your dad hold you like I am son?" I asked him. "I Wisssssssssh" and with that he came and came and came.. I was wet and sticky but I continued to spank him. Now the punishment would really begin....

"OK Sean, the fun is over. Now the real punishment begins." With that I squeezed his balls slightly and spanked him a lot harder. "PLEASE..I'M SORRY.. I WON'T DO IT AGAIN..PLEASE...PLEASE...PLEASE..." But I continued to spank him. He tried to put his hand back to protect his butt. "If you do that just one more time I WILL use the belt! Understand me?" I told him.. 'Half crying he said "yes..". "Now keep your ass raised high and your butt cheaks spread." Spank, Spank, Spank Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank Spank, Spank, on and on I continued. He was wimpering and then it happend. This beautiful 15 year old blond haired young man collapsed into a vale of tears. But I kept on spanking. Spank, Spank, Spank Spank, Spank. The more he cried the more I spanked. Suddenly I realized he was hard again. I reached around and stroked him as before. Within seconds he gave up his second load and yet I spanked on. I was at over 100 when he was finally crying like a 10 year old.

"Stand up" I ordered. He was semi hard. He was unsteady on his feet. I leaned forward and took him in my mouth..he was definately NOT prepared for this. He continued to wimper and soon gave up his third supply of spunk. I stopped and looked up at his tear-stained face. He was spent and tired and sore but I think he got the message..but I needed to be sure. I walked over to the old bureau, opened the top drawer and took out the wooden hairbrush. He looked at it in horror. "Oh no not that PLEASE.." Ok then I call your dad and the police." I started to head for the door to call when he said..."ok ok" But I can't take too much more 'specially since I got this coming two more times.." I put him over my lap again. He instinctly raised his ass as I gave him a dozen on his spread cheeks. He cried and screamed and cried and screamed and begged... I finally stopped and rubbed his very sore red butt. He laid there crying and I knew he got the message.

"I hope you've learned your lesson. We are through with part 1. You are to be back here tomorrow and the next day at the same time for a repeat session. Remember I have your name and phone #.. Don't forget." He nodded his head. With that I picked him and put him on the bed. "Now cry it out, then get dressed and go home. I'll see you as agreed tomorrow." As I put my hand on the door knob he said thru tears "thankyou .." With that I left the room to let him cry it out and think about tomorrow...

The End..........or is it?


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