Punishment For A Thief: Police Officer Spanks Young Woman
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Police Officer Confronts Young Thief
The thief was young, barely twenty-one, with narrow shoulders and sharp features. Her name was Marla Vex. No prior record, but mall surveillance had caught her picking wallets from distracted shoppers in three different stores.
The fourth attempt failed.
Callum Dresner, a forty-six-year-old plainclothes police officer, had noticed her hands. Quick. Skilled. But not careful. He followed her as she slipped down into the parking structure.
She tried to lose him.
When he grabbed her by the elbow, she lashed out. Her boot caught his shin.
That was the turning point. No arrest. No paperwork.
Just correction.
Punishment: No Arrest, Just a Harsh Decision
“You have two choices,” Callum said, his voice calm, his hand still on her arm. “Either I call backup and you spend the night in custody, or you accept punishment here and now.”
Marla laughed. Too loud. “You think you can scare me?”
“I’m not trying to scare you. I’m trying to stop you before this becomes your life.”
He led her into a concrete maintenance room off the side of the garage. No cameras. A mop sink, a folding chair, and an old steel locker.
She looked around. “So what, lecture me?”
Callum sat on the chair. “No. I’m going to take you over my knee and spank your bare backside. Like someone should have done years ago.”
She stared at him. Waiting for sarcasm. Waiting for a sign he was bluffing.
He gave none.
“This is your chance, Marla. Accept the consequence, or face the system.”
She hesitated. Then stepped forward. “Fine. Just don’t touch more than you have to.”
Thief Stripped And Spanked Over The Knee
He took her wrist and guided her over his lap with practiced motion. She was light but tense, breathing fast.
“Keep your hands forward. Stay still.”
Marla was now bent over his legs. Face down. Rear lifted. Vulnerable. Without a word, Callum reached for the waistband of her black jeans. She tensed.
“Wait. No. You said…”
“I said you’d be spanked. And real punishment is never over clothes.”
He pulled down her jeans and underwear in one practiced motion, exposing her pale backside.
Marla gasped and stiffened. The chill of the room hit her skin before the first strike did. His hand came down hard. A loud smack echoed in the room.
She jerked, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. Then the next smack. Then another. Callum spanked her with steady force. No anger. No rush. Just deliberate discipline.
Marla squirmed. Grunted. But stayed in place. Her skin turned red quickly. The sound of each strike sharp, final.
“You stole from strangers. You kicked an officer. This is what you earned.” One particularly hard strike landed low on her right cheek. She cried out.
Her voice was shaking now. The fight was gone from her words. He continued. Thirty. Then thirty-five. Her bottom was now deep red, throbbing with heat. She let out a shaky breath. She had started to cry.
Policeman Spanks Young Woman Hard
Marla lay across his lap, completely still.
Shoulders trembling. Cheeks wet.
Her backside was blistering red. No welts. No bruises. But unmistakably punished.
Callum waited a few seconds. Then gave the last five swats. Slow. Measured.
Forty in total. Enough.
“Stand up. Get dressed.”
She moved slowly. Pulled her jeans back up with a wince. Said nothing.
“Look at me.”
She did. Red eyes. No attitude.
“You leave now. If I ever see you stealing again, there will be no warning. Just cuffs.”
She gave one small nod. Silent. Stiff.
Then she turned and left. Every step careful. Every motion a reminder.
Punishment For A Thief: Lesson Delivered Without Mercy
Callum remained seated. Listening to the door close.
He felt no satisfaction. Just certainty.
She had received exactly what she needed.
No lecture. No paperwork. Just real consequences.
And judging by her face, her silence, and her walk, it had worked.
One punishment. Enough to stop her cold.
Exactly as intended. And he liked it way more than he should.
