Mary Gets Caught Stealing

Mary is a 40-year-old divorcee with two teenage children who lives in San Francisco.  Times were hard for Mary; making ends meet on a single wage is difficult when you have two children.  Mary worked as a bookkeeper for a food distribution business. Her hours were flexible so she could manage her family life and continue to work.  

Mary had been lucky to find a flexible job, and Mrs. Fletcher, her manager, was an excellent boss.  

Mary struggled to meet the monthly rent and often had to choose between doing without meals or paying the rent.  There was always a home-cooked meal for the children, but it was not uncommon for Mary to go without some meal times.

Caught in the act

While walking through the warehouse to her office one evening, Mary discovered a large crate of split packs of canned food, jars, and packaged foods, which had gotten damaged during transit and in the warehouse.  Mary looked through the container and noticed most items were not damaged, just torn labels, scuffed or small dents, etc.  She spotted a box of her favorite coffee pods that she couldn’t afford for a long time.  

Mary put it down and went to her office to start work, but she could not stop thinking about the coffee while she worked. She reasoned with herself that it was damaged stock that no one would miss if she took it home; in fact, she convinced herself it was even good for the planet by stopping it from going to landfill.

When Mary finished work, she left her office and walked past the crate of goods, picking up the coffee and placing it in her bag along with a jar of peanut butter she knew her children would like.

The following day after work, Mary returned to the container to see if there was any more coffee she could take home; there were two more boxes and four cans of chili, which she took along with the two boxes of coffee. 

The trips to the container continued for the next week; before leaving each night, Mary picked through the container, taking home various food items to help subsidize her budget.

The following Monday, Mary went to work as usual, expecting the office to be empty as everyone else would have gone home, but her manager, Mrs. Flecther, was there. 

As Mary settled at her desk, Mrs Fletcher called  Mary and asked if she could come to her office.  Mary knocked on the door and entered the office. Mrs. Fletchher invited her to sit and asked  Mary if she knew why she had called her in; Mary shook her head and said no. She had no idea why, so Mrs. Fletcher asked Mary if she wanted to mention anything, and  Mary again said no.

Mrs. Fletcher turned her monitor around to face Mary and clicked her keyboard, which started a video play of  Mary taking items out of the container and placing them in her bag to take home.

Mrs Fletcher looked directly at Mary and asked if she wanted to explain what she was doing.

Mary looked shocked and started apologizing, saying she would pay for everything she had taken.  Mrs Fletcher stopped her and said that theft was a sackable offense and it was company policy to call the police and press charges.   

Mary started crying, begging Mrs. Flectcher not to call the police. 

Mrs. Fletcher looked at Mary and said give me one good reason why I should not call the police. You have been caught stealing, and I have video footage of you doing this for the last two weeks.

Mary explained how desperate her financial situation was and again begged her manager not to call the police.

After a few minutes of silence, Mrs Fletcher looked at Mary and said you have stolen from the company. Theft can not go unpunished; wrong is wrong.  But you are a good worker, and I am sympathetic to your situation, so I will give you two options.

Tough Choice

Option 1 – I will fire you with no reference. 

Option 2 – You may keep your job, but you will visit a disciplinarian I know who will show you the error of your ways. You will see him as many times as needed for spankings until he is satisfied you have learned your lesson and will not steal again.

These are your two options. I will give you 24 hours to make your choice, and believe me if you choose option two, I can guarantee you will not be sitting comfortably for a good few weeks, but you will still have your job and be able to pay your rent.

Mary started to object, but Mrs Fletcher told her to stop. There was no room for discussion. This was the deal: take or leave it.  

The next evening at work, Mary was called into Mrs. Fletcher’s office when she arrived.Mary stood in front of her desk. Mrs Fletcher looked up and said have you made your choice, Mary? What will it be, Option One or Option Two? Mary, with a question voice, said option two, please.
Excellent, Mary. I did not want to lose you; you are a diligent worker. Take this number and call tomorrow morning and say Mrs Fletcher has referred you.

First Spanking

Mary called me the next day, and we arranged for her to visit my office at 10 a.m. I warned her to be on time as  I do not tolerate tardiness. Mary introduced herself, and I showed her to my office and told her to sit, pointing to the chair in front of my desk. I sat in my office chair, picked up a black file on my desk, and looked inside it.“

Mary, in your own words, can you tell me why you are here today?”
Mary was showing signs of nervousness, and I knew she was not far away from starting to cry. I did not know if this was due to being ashamed about stealing or if Mary was frightened of what was to come.

Mary told me that she had been caught on video stealing food from the damaged goods crate at work.  She said the video footage showed this had been happening for two weeks.  

She told me that Mrs. Flectcher had given her the choice of being fired with no reference or visiting a disciplinarian to teach her a lesson.

I asked Mary what the lesson she had to learn; Mary mumbled the lesson  I needed to know was “ I must not steal.”

I asked  Mary why she had stolen, and she told me about her financial situation and that she could not always afford food. I asked her if she thought her answer justified stealing, and  Mary shook her head and said no.
So we have established why you are here and the lesson you must learn, so let us get on with your lesson. Before we start, there is one more thing: from now on, you always address me as Sir. If you forget, you will be given extra punishment.

Today, Mary, you will receive 12 strikes with the twase on your bare bottom.  So I would like you to remove your pants and panties, then bend over the arm of the sofa so we can begin.  Mary looked at me, shocked, and said nothing was mentioned about me having to remove my clothing. I replied, ” You did not expect to be spanked over your pants, young lady. Now I suggest you do as  I say or I will have to phone Mrs Flectcher and inform her you have chosen option one.  What will it be? The choice is yours. But hurry as I do not have all day, I have other appointments. 

Reluctantly, Mary got up and started to remove her shoes and pants; once they were released, she went to the sofa, and I told her to be over the arm, spreading her legs a little so he cheeks were not clenched. I explained that I wanted her to feel the full sting of the spanking, and unclenched cheeks would help.  I asked Mary if she was comfortable and told her that she was not to move. 

I went to the wall, unhooked the twase from its hook, and approached Mary, trembling a little. I instructed Mary to count each strike out after I had administered it by saying the number and thank you, Sir.

The first strike landed right in the middle of  Mary’s sit spot, and Mary let out a shriek of pain. If you do not want extra Maty, count them out. Mary shouted out. One, Thank you, Sir, as a red forked broad stripe started forming on Mary’s tender white flesh. I noted that Mary had one of those bottoms that was a pleasure to spank as it showed every mark. 

I waited a moment before landing the next strike slightly below the first one; Mary screamed again in shock, then said two thank you, sir. I reminded Mary that stealing is never a good idea.
The third strike landed just above the first strike, which made Mary jump up, but I told her that unless she wanted to start from the beginning, get back down and count out the strike.
|During the next three strikes, Mary shrieked from the pain, and after the sixth, she started to sob and plead for it to be over, saying that she would never steal anything again in her life.  I told  Mary after the next six, I am positive that you won’t want to steal again.  

I waited a few moments before starting the final six strokes of the twase, I was admiring my handy works, and Mary had some painful-looking welts forming on her cheeks. I was sure she would not be sitting comfortably for a few days.
I struck Mary for the seventh time without warning, making her jump and scream. I had to remind her to count the strikes; I would have to start again from number one. Mary apologized and pleaded with me not to restart the count.  She promised she would not forget again.

Mary winced and yelped softly for the next four strikes. She was quietly sobbing in between strikes. I said well done, Mary. There is only one more to go and then some corner time for reflection, and today’s punishment session will be over, but I am informing you that the last strike is always the hardest and will hurt a lot more than the others. I need to make sure you are learning the error of your ways. Are you ready, Mary? She replied yes, Sir, I am ready, and I landed the twelfth strike fast and hard on her already tender cheeks. Mary screamed in pain as a hot, stinging fire she had never felt before ripped through her cheeks.

Now stand in the corner by the bookcase, Mary, with your hands on your head. If you rub your bottom, I will give you another three strikes. Is that clear? And do not make a sound, Mary. I expect you to reflect silently.  

After 10 minutes, I told Mary she could get dressed; once she was dressed, I handed her an attendance card to show Mrs Flectcher that she had attended the discipline session and told her that she had done well.  I told her that next week’s appointment was also on the card and warned her not to be late. I added that there was a bathroom to the left, just outside my office, where she could wash her face and get some tissues.