Julie Spencer opened the jewellery box. She and
her friend Wendy Rand had been in the apartment for five minutes and had
collected quite a hoard; some designer clothes, cash, perfume, an antique
comb and hairbrush and now jewellery. She ran her fingers through the gold
and silver trinkets and selected a bracelet. A sudden rattle of a key in
the lock disturbed her.
“Damn,” she whispered. “Wendy, they’re
Stuffing the bracelet into her pocket she ran back
towards the partly open window that had been their way in. Wendy was ahead
of her. Realising they couldn’t both get out, Julie turned back and
disappeared into the bedroom to hide. Dropping the rucksack of stolen
items, Wendy tried to scramble head first through the window gap. It was a
tight squeeze and she was only partway through when Adam and Amanda
Bentley burst into the room.
“Hey! Stop right there,” yelled Adam grabbing at
the waist of Wendy’s tight black jeans.
Amanda reached up and released the window, which fell
down on Wendy’s back, pinning her over the window ledge and trapping the
“I have had enough of this,” said Amanda angrily.
“This is the third time this year we have been burgled and the police do
nothing. Keep her right there. I’m going to take care of this one
Wendy struggled hard and kicked her legs but she was
firmly wedged with the top half of her body sticking out into the empty
street and her bottom half trapped in the room.
“Let me go, ” she cried.
A moment later Amanda returned to the window armed
with a riding crop.
“No Amanda,” said Adam. “You can’t do
“Just watch me,” said Amanda taking up position
for a good swing. She touched the crop against Wendy’s defenceless
bottom, then swung it right back and putting her shoulder into it she
swiftly thwacked it as hard as she could against Wendy’s skin tight
jeans. Wendy screamed as the unexpected pain seared across her bottom.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, owwww!” She howled, bursting
into tears. “Let me go, let me go.”
She could do nothing to ease the unbearable sting
that throbbed across her bottom. She was trapped with her arms on the
outside and her bottom completely defenceless.
“Oh no. You’re not going anywhere yet,” said
Amanda, taking aim for the next blow. “I have barely started. How.”
Thwack! “Dare.” Thwack! “You.” Thwack! Thwack! “Break into
my.” Thwack! “House?” THWACK!
As each stinging blow exploded across her bottom
Wendy screamed and cursed. She had never known such pain. After a dozen
savage whacks Amanda ended her tirade. She raised the window and Adam
dragged Wendy back into the room.
The sobbing burglar franticly squeezed and rubbed at
her bottom, marching backwards and forwards, tears streaming down her
cheeks. There was nothing she could do to ease the intense burning. She
felt as though she was sat on a brazier.
“You fucking bitch!” She screamed.
“You had better be quiet,” said Amanda. “You
have had one dose of old fashioned discipline. Talk to me like that again
and I will wash your mouth out with soap!”
“Now,” said Adam gently, feeling sorry for the
girl. “Why don’t you just sit down there until we decide what to do
“Sit? Sit? I can’t fucking sit!” Yelled Wendy.
She immediately regretted her outburst and glanced quickly at Amanda,
fearing she might carry out her threat.
“I think we had better call the police,” said
Wendy’s eyes opened wide. “No,” she said,
Amanda noticed that Wendy kept glancing towards the
bedroom. Curious to see what was causing such concern she went to look.
She returned a moment later, dragging Julie by the ear.
“Two burglars,” said Adam. “I’m calling the
“No! No!” Cried Julie, panicking. “Please.
I’m sorry. I’ll do anything. Please don’t hand us over to the
police. I have a baby daughter.”
“If you think we’re just going to let you go, you
can think again,” said Amanda. “You two need to learn that serious
crimes have serious consequences. You have intruded into our home and for
that you are going to be punished.”
“I have been fucking punished,” said Wendy, tears
still streaming down her face and hands still clutching her bottom. “My
arse is killing me.”
“You can be quiet,” said Amanda. “Go and stand
over there and face the wall.”
At eighteen years old Wendy didn’t appreciate being
treat like a naughty child. She was about to protest but when Amanda
swished the riding crop through the air, she changed her mind. With as
much attitude as she could manage she slouched slowly over to the wall and
leant against it.
“Stand up straight and face the wall, now!” Yelled Amanda.
Wendy reluctantly did as she was told.
Now Amanda turned her attention to Julie. She looked
her up and down. Julie was a pretty girl, maybe eighteen or nineteen with
a good figure. Like Wendy she was dressed for burglary; black trainers,
black jeans and a black hoody. Now
with the hood pulled back Amanda could see she had long blond hair tied in
Amanda softened a little. “I don’t want to see
you go to prison and I don’t want your child to suffer, so I am going to
give you a choice. We can call the police or you can agree to let my
husband punish you.”
Adams eyes opened wide and he looked very
“What sort of punishment?” Said Julie warily.
Amanda smiled wickedly. “I think my husband would
like to put you over his knee and spank you.”
“What? No way,” said Julie. “I’m not a child,
I’m a grown woman.”
Amanda looked at the riding crop. “I don’t think
we will need this,” she said, tossing it into a chair. “But you can
take off your coat, drop your jeans and take what’s coming to you or we
can call the police.”
“Drop my jeans? No! I won’t!”
Amanda moved a chair into the middle of the room.
“Have a seat Adam.”
Adam sat down and Amanda wondered over to the phone
and lifted the receiver. “Your choice,” she said to Julie. “Shall I
Julie screamed through clenched teeth in frustration
and then moved sulkily over to Adam, discarding her hoody to reveal a
tight black tee shirt, and unfastening her jeans as she walked. She stood
looking down at Adam’s lap then glanced at Wendy and over at Amanda.
Blushing with embarrassment she eased her jeans over her bottom and pushed
them down. Adam’s mouth was dry and he could feel his swollen manhood
hot against his leg as he gazed at the smooth skinned thighs of the half
naked young burglar. Reaching up, he took hold of her wrist and with his
right arm around her slim waist he gently pulled her towards him. She
resisted a little at first then accepting that there was no escape she
reluctantly allowed herself to be positioned face down over his knee. Adam
could feel her warmth and smell her perfume as her breasts brushed past
Adam placed his left hand on Julie’s waist and
stroked his right hand over her thin cotton panties.
“Stop feeling me up” she said kicking her legs
and looking back over her shoulder.
Adam had been going to go easy on her but her words
angered him. “You need a serious attitude adjustment” he said. Then
taking a firm hold of her waist he raised his hand and slapped it down
hard on the soft swell of her panties. Julie Howled and kicked. Adam set
about giving her a spanking she would never forget, smacking hard,
sometimes alternating between cheeks and sometimes focussing on one spot.
His hand started to sting and he could only hope that Julie’s bottom was
stinging even more. Julie cried and kicked with every smack, cursing at
first then pleading for him to stop. Her panties covered half of her
bottom, leaving the lower cheeks bare on either side. Adam concentrated
his attention on the exposed portions of her bottom, noting with
satisfaction how her reaction was even wilder as he built up the pain in
these tender exposed areas. Her bottom was turning a blazing scarlet and
tears poured from her eyes, dripping on to the floor. She writhed around
on Adam’s lap but she could do nothing to stop the relentless spanking.
Finally, Adam could stand the pain in his hand no
longer and he reluctantly stopped spanking and released the helpless girl.
Julie scrambled to her feet, clutching her bottom and crying
uncontrollably. It was only when he felt the ache in his shoulder that
Adam realised how long and hard he had been spanking her.
“Right,” said Amanda, “if we catch either of
you trying to steal from us again, this evening will seem like a walk in
the park. Now get out!”
Julie choked back the tears and pulled up her jeans,
easing them carefully over her stinging bottom, not bothering to fasten
them. Sniffling, she grabbed her hoody and the two girls hurried towards
“Stop!” Said Amanda. “Empty your pockets
first.” The girls stopped and dipped into their pockets. Wendy showed
that she only had a few personal items but Julie turned pale as she pulled
out the bracelet that she had pocketed earlier.
The girls stood, wide-eyed and terrified, like
rabbits caught in car headlights.
“Oh my God,” said Julie, panicking. “I’m
sorry! I didn’t know! I forgot!”
“I don’t believe you,” said Amanda. “You
haven’t learned your lesson at all, have you? I warned you what would
happen if you tried to steal from us again and you’ve started before you
have even got out of the door.”
Wendy stepped back, distancing herself from Julie.
She didn’t want any part of the wrath that was heading their way. Amanda
paced forward and grabbed Julie by the arm.
“No! Please! No!” Cried Julie, pulling back. But
it was no use. Amanda was strong and angry and she dragged the struggling
girl back over to the chair and sat down, wrestling her over her knee.
“Adam. Get my hairbrush.”
“Its in the rucksack said Wendy,” and then
covered her mouth as if trying stop herself from adding to Julie’s
problems. Julie looked up and stared in disbelief at Wendy. “You
bitch,” she cried.
Adam picked up the rucksack and emptied the contents
onto the couch. Then he picked up the hairbrush and tapped it meaningfully
against his hand before handing it over.
“So, young lady,” said Amanda, it seems that my
husband was too easy on you. Now you’re really going to get it!”
Julie squealed in terror and embarrassment as Amanda
grabbed the loose waistband of her jeans and panties and roughly yanked
them both down to her knees before accepting the hairbrush and resting its
cool hard wood against her already tender flesh. Then, taking a firm grip
on Julie’s waist, Amanda raised the brush above her shoulder and flashed
it down hard with a resounding crack on Julie’s bare bottom. The
deafening clap of hairbrush on firm naked flesh echoed around the room and
Julie screamed and burst into tears again. The pain scalding her bottom
was far worse than the hand spanking she had received from Adam but Amanda
didn’t pause. Raising the brush high she brought it down again and
again. Julie struggled and fought; bucking her hips and trying to avoid
the relentless smacks, pleading for the spanking to stop, but Amanda held
her firmly and continued to deliver the soundest paddling of her life.
Soon the stinging built to an unbearable fire but Julie could do nothing
to escape. Her whole bottom turned a deep red and she cried herself
Amanda was in an anger zone of her own. She had seen
the burglar’s horde poured from the rucksack; her clothes, her
perfume, now her jewellery. It wasn’t until Adam called her name
that she came to her senses and stopped the spanking. She released Julie
and allowed her to slide to the floor clutching her bottom and crying.
“Now get out!” said Amanda.
Wendy helped Julie to her feet and helped her pull
her pants up. With a quick glance back, the two terrified girls hurried
from the apartment at last. As they wondered down the street, their
bottoms stinging from the experience, Julie turned to Wendy.
“That was a close call,” she sobbed. “I’ve
finished with this game. Next time you are on your own. We could have been
thrown in prison. I’m going straight.”
“Yeh? Well maybe you’re not the only one,” said
Wendy, wincing as her jeans rubbed against the welts that covered her
In their apartment, Amanda turned to Adam and ran her
fingers sensuously down his chest. “I think those two will think twice
before they break in here again.”
“Mmm,” said Adam. “But now I think there’s
another naughty girl who needs a spanking.”
Amanda giggled. She handed Adam the hairbrush and the couple wondered hand in hand into the bedroom.