This story is quite different from the previous ones. All of those spankings were planed in advance by me and usually the spankee also. This one just happened and in public. As you will see the spankee is extremely deserving of his hot red tail.
My buddies, Riley and Greg, and I had stopped in Stacy*s in the Mall to get some stuff before going swimming. We were paying and at the next counter some jerk was yelling at the clerk. The store did not have what he wanted which he irrationally continued to demand. The man even showed an ad with the item he wanted as he bullied the hapless clerk loudly and rudely.
“Sir, that ad is from six months ago and it was a closeout special. We can’t special order it as the manufacturer discontinued the product so that it is no longer available.” explained the exasperated clerk again with the patience of a saint.
By the time security had ejected him he was having a temper tantrum worthy of a mature expert of forty-months still in diapers. Unfortunately, that did not stop him for he continued behaving as an out-of-control brat despite his thirty-five-years so that he was now a tornado rampaging through the Mall. The yelling was minor compared to his bumping into things and people.
“Calm down, man, before you hurt someone or yourself.” I said and my buds backed me up. Unfortunately, it didn’t help. He continued his rampage almost trampling a little old lady whom we saved among others and scaring little kids.© YLeeCoyote
“COOL IT, MAN!” we told him and received a mess of abuse directed at us which I cannot repeat here. That was the last straw.
“You’re an out of control brat in need of a GOOD HARD SPANKING!” I riposted sternly.
He did not like that and rushed at us. We grabbed him easily. It was really easy when you’re a trio of coolheaded, in shape teens and dealing with raging couch potato.
“Let’s get him over the table and we can spank him good.” I said to my buds whom, incidentally, I had played spanking games with.
“YEAH!” they replied and we dragged him over to it. They each had a good grip on an arm and were twisting to keep control. With some effort I pulled his belt free and opened his pants as they hauled him over the table. Once he was being held bent over, I yanked his pants and undies down below his knees to expose the target.
“Give it to him good and hard, Edgar.” said Riley. Greg immediately seconded it.
People were being to gather and they need an explanation. “The baby is having a tantrum. He bullied the sales girl in Stacy*s and bumped several people in this corridor. He desperately needs a good hard SPANKING.”
Then came the absolutely best part. I raised his own folded belt and began to strap him as hard as I could. The man gave a howl like a cat suddenly being swung by his tail. It was absolutely beautiful music to my ears. I gave him at least twenty hard cuts. Each provoked a yell and contributed to turning his worthless tail flaming red. He stopped struggling as he cried.
A drove of people was watching. A couple had seen his rampaging and yelled encouragements like “He knocked some kids over – give it to him hard!” and “That’s the bully from Stacy*s – he deserves it.” There was even a standing ovation when we released him and I dropped the belt.
“Let’s split, guys.” and we did – fast. We did it just in the nick of time for I saw Mall Security heading for the commotion area as we beat it.
The swim was great and it was in the pool that I realized how great I felt about spanking that idiot and more importantly why. I had done a PUBLIC GOOD and the world was a better place for it.