Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
One year, I had this job at the corner gas station. It was a good gig till I got fired for punishing a little. This lil hoodrat would come through after school, pants hanging lower than his tight little ass. He’d have to hold his belt when he waddled to keep them from falling to the floor.
I knew he was too young to be buying adult beverages but that didn;t stop the slick dick from trying. He would turn on the charm, smile at me, and say, “Just this today, Mrs. Lea.” I’d take it from him and tell him to get, but one day, he got real brave.
Punishing A Little Theif
I watched the security feed from behind the register as he disappeared down the booze aisle. He had a baggy hoodie on, and I just knew he was gonna try something dumb. As I watched, he grabbed a 40 and stuffed it in his belt, then tugged the hooie down over it. Concealing the bottle from my sight. If I hadn’t been watching the live feed, surely he’d have gotten away with it.
As he strutted for the door, I came round the counter and stood in front of the door with my hands on my hips. “Give it to me,” I said real stern and he pouted but handed over the bottle. I slapped it down on the corner and grabbed that lil punk by the ear. I dragged his crying ass over to a chair and bent him over my knee. His nice round butt was already out of his baggy pants, so I started wailin’ on him. POP. POP. POP.
All his friends and my other customers were laughing as he cried out and tried to cover his ass. “Don’t you come in here trying to steal no more!” I yelled as I pushed him off my lap, and the lil thief scrambled out the door.
Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244