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A little background: I grew up in the s and 90s. I lived in a small factory town in Pennsylvania. Spankings were still common then, at least for working class kids like me. This story takes place when I was 12 years old and in 7th grade. Spanking was the main form of discipline in my family, but I was usually a good girl. Up to this point in my life, I had gotten maybe a dozen or so proper spankings from my mom who used a wooden spoon or hairbrush and three or four hard hand-spankings from my dad.

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My younger sister, Emily, was the troublemaker of the family and got spanked much more frequently than me. Both my sister and me received one more times than either of us could count. Usually, that would be enough to get me back into line. Around this time, my behavior had started slipping a little as adolescence approached, and I had been in trouble twice in the two or Girl spanked story months prior to this spanking, which for me was an awful lot.

Our Church had just hired a new youth pastor, Pastor David. He ran a youth Bible study on Wednesday nights that I zealously attended. He was young, maybe mids. While not overly good looking, he was passionate and energetic. He was kind to us and took our thoughts and ideas seriously, unlike most of the peevish old ladies and air-headed high school and college girls who taught us in Sunday school. I looked forward to every Wednesday with an eagerness that I had never felt towards any aspect of the Christian faith. I remember on this particular Wednesday another girl my age, Bethany, had worn a short skirt.

One of our regular Sunday school teachers, a 60ish woman called Irene, was hanging around the Church for some reason.

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I figured she had worn it to impress our mutual crush, and I seethed with jealously, since I knew my mom would never buy me a skirt that short, much less allow me to wear it to Church. I wanted to flirt with him, but at 12 years old I had no idea how to flirt. Instead, I took to filching small items from the messenger bag that he slung over his shoulder wherever he went.

Instead, he was always astonished by how I was able to take the items without him noticing. I took this as encouragement, and each week I tried to steal a more important item. The other kids were impressed by my prowess too, and they encouraged me more openly. As time went on, they started providing diversions to assist me. Eventually, I got the idea for my ultimate score. I Girl spanked story to take his keys which he wore on a carabiner clipped to one of his belt loops.

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For several weeks, I tried and failed to find a way to get them. On this day, I finally succeeded. I did it before the class, while he was distracted talking to another. I felt a tremendous rush as I slipped them into the pocket of my jeans.

Unfortunately, as the Bible study went on, I completely forgot about them. When my mom picked me up, I left with the keys still in pocket. Shortly after we got home, the phone ran. Dad answered it, and apparently got the whole story of my criminal career from Pastor David. Needless to say, he and my mom were furious. Mom and I went back to the Church to return the keys.

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When we got there, I apologized meekly to Pastor David. He took it in remarkably good spirit. He even tired to convince my mom that it was no big deal. He said it was a game between us and not really stealing in the proper sense. Mom was having none of it.

The ride back home was the longest ride of my life. The prospect of a belt spanking terrified me more than anything else in the world.

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My dad was clearly shocked by my behaviour. Take down your pants and bend over the bed. At this point, I started crying. Dad normally gave hand-spankings over his knee, and I knew Girl spanked story my sister that bending over the bed meant I was getting the belt. I remember thinking I already was very sorry, but I stood up and tugged my panties down around my thighs and d my position. It was all I could do to stay down on the bed.

The second crack of the belt was too much, I jumped up clutching my bottom. I was sobbing now, and I kept begging and promising to never do it again. I got back down and the punishment continued. My father wielded the belt with workmanlike efficiency. The pain seemed unbearable. I squirmed and squirmed, and by the fifth or sixth stroke I was biting down on my blanket. After 10 or 12 strokes the spanking stopped.

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I remember reading that and thinking that it expressed perfectly the feeling I had when my first belt spanking was over. Dad sat beside me on the bed and beckoned me to sit on his lap.

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I promised through my tears that I never would. I cried myself to sleep soon after he left the room. Needless to say, I never stole anything from Pastor David or anyone else again.

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