The following story is fiction about CP.  The story contains a scene of a strapping.  If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  This story was inspired by an AI image – JETT – in the https://newforum.malespank.net/viewtopic.php?p=196705#p196705 by David Katz.  It is also at https://ibb.co/V0bVvZy0 and Click for image.

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Young Robbie could only scowl helplessly at his out-of-control screaming stepfather in the supermarket aisle.  He had learnt from painful experience that saying anything, such as “Please quiet down, dad.” not only did not help but made things worse.  Much worse!© Y Lee Coyote

That meant that the man would get down on one knee and pull him over his other thigh and spank him.  The spanks were terribly hard and very painful making him howl.  If things were very bad with the raging man he would pause, lift him up and get his pants and undies down and then continue the vicious spanking on his bare rump.  It always left him bawling and with a hot-red-painful-for-days bottom.

Robbie had learnt that it was best to keep silent and hope the man would recover his senses quickly.

Today would be different to his amassment and amusement.

The manager of the store was disgusted with Jett’s infantile behavior which had occurred several times before.  Since warnings had not been effective he had made more enterprising plans.  As Jett yelled incoherently suddenly two large security guards appeared to execute that plan.

First, without a word, they popped an oversize pacifier into his mouth and clinched the strap tightly behind his head.  The gag brought a blissful silence to the store.  Second, they picked him up and trotted down to a slender building column.  Third, they slipped zip tie handcuffs on his wrists so that he was effectively hugging the column.

“We’ll be back when you clam down, mister.” they said.

Robbie stood there in awe.  Never before had anyone challenged his stepfather.  The security guards words, however, reminded him of his own past when he was given a timeout to calm down.  Although he would never dare say a word he certainly agreed.

Every few minutes a guard would come by to see if he had calmed down and leave as he hadn’t.  It was surely an hour before he settled down.

The guards returned with the manager of the market.  “Your behavior is totally unacceptable in my establishment.  It is childish and has earned a child’s punishment.”

One of the guards opened the offender’s belt and jeans and the other pulled them down to his ankles.  His boxers quickly followed leaving him bare assed.  They then pulled his feet away from the pole forcing him to bend over with his butt sticking up.

The first guard took the heavy old heavy leather razor strop and found the right spot to stand to wield it effectively.  And then he started the overdue strapping.  The first blow caused an extreme reaction as it was most painful.  If he had not been gagged then Jett’s screams would have been heard miles away.  This was repeated five times each time with similar results.

Robbie just stared at his stepfather’s red butt covered with stripes.  He was most happy that was not how his own bottom looked although he knew that it had other times.

Then the other guard took the strop and from the other side administered another half dozen cuts just as hard.  By the end the muffled howls had turned to tears.

Robbie had mixed emotions.  He certainly felt that the strapping was justified but was fearful what might happen.

The guard removed the gag and cut the zip tie cuffs.  Jett quickly pulled up his pants.

“I’m very tired.  Please may we just go home, dad?” said Robbie quietly.

Robbie was pleasantly surprised that the suggestion was taken without his being yelled at.  They found their car and drove off.  Robbie was glad that he was in the rear seat rather than next to the angry man and hoped that mom could handle things.

The End

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