...Once on Spring Break, my girlfriends and I went the beach and were like wild animals - the drinking, the guys, partying all night. You get the idea. I mean, it was mostly harmless fun, at least we thought so. I'm sure our parents wouldn't have been proud, but we were young and dumb. But living like that can take it's toll and halfway through we were acting like completely different people and doing things that definitely would not be considered "harmless fun." We were rude. We trashed our rental house. We were inconsiderate of literally everyone. It was gross. But when my friend Kristen was caught shoplifting from a smoke shop near the boardwalk, it all came crashing down. The store manager wanted to call the police. Indignant, Kristen yelled in his face at first. Thankfully, this was before cell phones were big so she didn't have a viral Karen moment. But when it became clear how serious it all was, she changed tactics and started pleading. I don't know about Sarah, but I was legitimately nervous by that point. We couldn't abandon our friend, but her indiscretion was going to get us all in trouble. Or, at the very least, bring our trip to a premature end. "Please," Kristen begged, "I'm sorry. Don't call the cops. I'll do anything." It was unbelievably gross but I was assuming she meant suck the manager's dick. She had pulled those kind of tricks before. The manager, a guy about 15 years older than us, had something else in mind. Something dramatically different. He sized us up the moment we walked in his store and he knew damn well how to deal with brats like us. "What you need is a damn good spanking," he said, his eyes never leaving Kristen. "Am I right?" He was almost cocky in his assessment, seeming to relish the position he found himself in. "Huh? You want to spank me?" I could tell from Kristen's tone that she was going to accept his proposition. Stay out of lock up, skip court, skip the fine or whatever bullshit. Keep the party going. Just let this creep do whatever he needed to do to make things right. She was way overconfident, especially considering how it turned out for her backside. There was a brief negotiation of some kind I think, him agreeing to forgive the attempted theft if she consented to a spanking. I was horrified. Sarah couldn't stop laughing. And then the manager was leading Kristen behind the counter and to the back office, which seemed to be behind a curtain. The smacks - so much louder than I had imagined they would be - followed by the squeals, told Sarah and myself everything we needed to know. This was no joke. Kristen's butt was in big time trouble. I was frozen in fear. Sarah suddenly didn't think everything was so funny anymore. We listened to our friend get her ass absolutely roasted. We were frozen, unable to decide what to do, so we just stood there and waited. And waited. It was a spanking for the ages! Kristen was hoarse from begging and crying and nearly screaming before it was over. I wanted to throw up. When she finally stumbled out, Kristen's face was beet red and her make-up was a mess. She refused to speak until we got back to the rental house. The trip could continue but at what cost? We begged to see her butt and she finally relented - it was so fucking red! Like a tomato! I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I gasped and Sarah wanted to feel it, so we both did. I couldn't believe the heat! I felt sorry for her but I also couldn't help but feel like she had brought it on herself. Stealing? Really? She was the richest of the three of us and frankly, her little princess attitude could be grating to take. Maybe she did deserve to get her ass beat a little bit haha... Anyway, Kristen went to bed super early that night and sort of kept to herself early the next day. But by the next night, the store manager was hanging out our rental and sleeping in Kristen's bed! What a shocker lol AND We could ever hear her being spanked two more times that trip - though she seemed to enjoy it a lot more those subsequent times...
