He hated these young girls. They were a nuisance. Not a day went by without him arresting two or three of them to press charges. His job with a security service wasn’t exactly well paid, but he had learned to supplement his salary. They felt safe sitting in front of him in the office. They knew the game and knew that nothing much would happen to them because of a little shoplifting. The letter to the parents could be intercepted. The punishment for neglecting their duty of supervision was bearable. The next stolen branded T-shirt would make up for everything.

If you do something every day, you develop a routine. And you learn to take personal advantage of a situation. As a tall man, he already exuded authority by nature. They knew they didn’t stand a chance against him. Physically at least. So they had respect for him. At least as long as they were alone with him in the office and had no choice but to do what he asked of them.

The first thing he did was search their bags. Almost every one of them had a handbag, a shoulder bag or a rucksack with them. He first emptied the contents onto the table to get an overview. It was not uncommon for them to have other stolen goods inside that they had collected during their afternoon foray. If he found money, he kept it and called it a handling fee. They even got a receipt for it so that it looked official. Otherwise, their parents received a bill, which was almost always paid promptly. He considered the cash to be his earnings. The transfers went to his employer.

The criminal complaint was mandatory. He took their personal details, filled out a form and asked for a signature. That was the end of his job and they were allowed to collect the contents of their bags and leave the office. He saw most of them again.

In the past, a thief like that would have been escorted home by the police. There she would have been given a thrashing and four weeks‘ house arrest. Even earlier, the police would have taken care of her punishment themselves. Back then, every police station had a cane. Today, the police no longer had time to deal with such petty matters. And most of them had never experienced what a caning was. They proceeded accordingly brazenly. Nothing could really happen to them. Only in very rare cases did they end up in court and were sentenced to some kind of community service.

But as a security guard, you develop a knowledge of human nature. He instinctively knew whether he was dealing with a spoiled brat from a rich family who was actually just stealing out of boredom. He also recognized the girls from the lower classes who had secretly stuffed a pair of jeans for a hundred euros into their rucksack because their parents would never buy them. And he immediately noticed when he was dealing with a follower who had actually just fallen in with bad company and wanted to impress her friends.

He was a man and his clients were quite young and mostly pretty. With some of them, he secretly wished he could be their father and give them the education they deserved. He would have liked to throw every single one of them over the table on the spot and give them a thrashing with his leather belt. But unfortunately his powers didn’t allow for that, even if it would have been the most effective method. A teenager like that would certainly think twice about taking even a single item of clothing if there was a risk of being made naked to get a few bruises on her bottom.

This time, however, he was dealing with someone who awakened exactly the right instincts in him.

It was a petite little thing sitting there on the other side of his desk. She was wearing a simple, thin summer dress and it was obvious that she hadn’t grown any significant tits yet. But that wasn’t it. It was her fear that touched him in a special way. The other girls went through the unavoidable formalities quite unperturbed and then left the room with little concern. There would be a report. Their parents would stress them out. So what?

But this one seemed to be afraid. Real fear. Perhaps afraid of him. But definitely afraid of what was to come. It was the first time that a girl had tears in her eyes while sitting in front of him. And she was the first to beg him, who seemed to be terrified that her parents would find out about the theft.

She hadn’t stolen anything valuable. It was just a T-shirt, and a sale one at that. But she had been so clumsy that the sales clerk was bound to notice. So they had called security and he had taken her to the office, where they usually took care of everything else.

He questioned her and it turned out that she had been instigated by her friends to ’steal‘ something, as it was called among teenagers today. She swore she had never stolen anything before and it really seemed a disaster for her to be caught out. He delved a little deeper into her and learned that she obviously came from a family that still believed in the strict upbringing of children. Her parents were probably very religious and adhered to the biblical commandment that a child should not be spared the rod. So there were still parents who took their task seriously and kept their offspring in discipline and order.

He had already had a case like this once before. Even then, the girl seemed to be terrified that her parents would find out about her activities. She had literally thrown herself on her knees in front of him and begged him not to press charges. He had taken pity on her, swept all his rules under the carpet and let the poor thing go after a strong warning. She was probably still grateful to him today. And she would certainly never steal anything again in her life.

But this one revived his deep-seated instincts. Sure, he could just let her go and she would probably be overjoyed to have gotten away with it once again. But something inside him prompted him to do things differently this time. Perhaps it was the fact that it was after closing time, that he was already off work and that there was no one else in the office. Perhaps it was also the subconscious need to finally play father and live out his convictions. In any case, he gave her an ultimatum.

What she had done could not simply go unpunished. Theft was a serious offense that called for a tangible punishment, he let her know. But this was her first offense of this kind and he wanted to show mercy before justice and refrain from reporting it to the police. That meant no letter to her parents. No charges for neglecting their duty of supervision. No spanking, because she was obviously in for it.

But, as I said, punishment was necessary and he would carry it out on her in person. Here and now and in the way she was obviously used to.

He instructed her to take off her dress, because an effective punishment requires a naked sinner. She hesitated, of course, but in the end she overcame all shame and slipped the simple dress over her head. The panties too, he instructed her, and she complied. Apparently it was customary in her home for a girl to undress before being punished.

Moved the chair she had been sitting on into the middle of the room. Then he pulled his belt out of his trousers and sat down. He beckoned her to him and pulled her over his lap. This is exactly the position every young girl should know, he thought, as she draped her upper body over his legs and obediently presented herself for his punishment.

She really was a petite thing. Her breasts consisted only of two tiny buds that would not have justified a brassiere. But her bottom was already quite provocatively rounded and clearly signaled that her transformation from girl to woman had already reached a late stageHe did not fold the belt into a loop, but wrapped the end with the buckle around his right hand. The free end with its tapered end was just over half a meter long and therefore just right for working on a small bottom at close range. He had picked up her panties before he had called her to him. He put them in her mouth to muffle her screams. Because she would definitely scream, he was sure of it.

She reared up violently as the leather hit the taut flesh of her bottom for the first time. He had to grip her hips tightly to keep her body in position. And he thrust mercilessly as she wriggled wildly, trying in vain to escape his iron grip. It was a heavenly sound whenever the supple leather slapped against her little bottom. And it filled him with satisfaction when she cried out with every blow and a muffled scream filled the room.

He made her bottom glow and only let go of her when he felt he had punished her more than enough. Then he ordered her to get up and get dressed again. Her face was flushed and he wondered how she was going to explain this to her parents. Her bottom was a single red swollen area and he was sure she would do anything to make sure no one saw it any time soon.

Her movements were awkward as she put her now saliva-soaked panties back on and then put her dress back on. Her gaze remained sheepishly lowered as she complied with his order to gather up her things, which were still spread out on the desk, and never to be guilty of anything again.

He was sure he would never see her again.