"Ooh, Mom, can I get these?", the young cat asked, holding up a pair of lacy black and red panties to her mother.

	"Anne, those are much too inappropriate for a 10-year-old girl. Besides, I just bought you new underwear a month ago. Put those back".

	It's true, she thought. She did have underwear at home, but they were all plain white briefs. All the other girls at school were wearing much more mature types of panties, some girls even wearing thongs, while Anne was still stuck with the plain janes her mother insisted on buying.

	However, she saw an opportunity. While her mother had her back turned looking at socks, she quickly took the lacy panties off their hanger and shoved them into her shorts pocket. She then stuck the small plastic hanger on the back of the rack so it would look less suspicious.

	She hid her devious smile as her mother turned back around, apparently deciding against buying any socks today.

	"All right, I think we have everything we need". she said to Anne. The two checked out and left the store, and all through the car ride home, Anne was secretly excited by the fact that she had gotten away with shoplifting. 

	Once they'd arrived at home, the two carried everything in and set it down in the kitchen. As Anne bent over to set down her bags, her mother noticed something black sticking out of her pocket.

	"...Anne, what's that in your pocket?".

	Anne's face instantly turned white. "What? I don't think there's anything in my pocket..". she stated nervously. Her mother reached for object and pulled out the black and red lacy panties.

	"Anne, did you steal these from the store?" her mother asked angrily. 

	Anne looked down at her feet in shame. "...Yes".

	Her mother took a second to calm herself. "Why did you take them, Anne?"

	"I-I don't know". Anne stammered.

	"That's not a very good answer, Anne". 

	Anne sighed. "OK. I'm sorry, I just... the underwear you buy is lame! I just wanted to wear something more interesting..".

	"Well, we're returning these to the store tomorrow. In the meantime, come with me to the living room. You're getting a spanking". Anne was very upset to be getting a spanking, but after a second of hesitation, followed her mother to the living room, as she knew compliance was her best option right now. 

Her mother sat down on the couch and beckoned Anne to stand in front of her. She told her to sit down on the couch next to her. As she did so, her mother untied her pink converse shoes and pulled them off, followed by her white socks. She then told her to stand back up. Next, she undid the button on her daughter's brown shorts and pulled them down to her ankles, where she then instructed her to step out of them. Finally, she pulled the girl over her lap and began spanking her.

	Anne whimpered as each of the blows struck her pantied behind. Her mother struck her a total of ten times with her hand, at which point the deep pink color developing on her cheeks was already starting to show through the white cotton. But her ordeal was far from over, as her mother lowered Anne's dreadfully boring underpants to her ankles and was now spanking her on the bare bottom.

	Her thin fur did nothing to protect her as her mother continued to strike her chubby butt with her palm. Tears started to well up in Anne's eyes, not just from the pain but the humiliation and shame as well.

	After a few minutes of this, and after Anne's bottom was nice and red, she was allowed to stand up. "Now go stand in the corner until supper is done". her mother instructed. Anne did as she was told and put her face in the far corner of the room. Her panties had fallen off her ankles during the spanking, leaving her wearing nothing but her powder blue t-shirt. 

Finally, after 30 minutes, her mother entered the room. "Supper is done, Anne! Come and eat!". Anne turned around, glad that her punishment was over, and she could tell by the smell that mom had made her favorite: spaghetti. However, as she went to gather the rest of her clothes to get dressed, she couldn't find them anywhere.

	"Mom, where are my pants?" she asked.

	"I'm sorry, Anne, but your punishment isn't over". her mother stated. "You won't be allowed to wear anything to cover your bottom until tomorrow. Maybe this way you will learn to be more appreciative of the clothes I buy for you. Now please, come as you are and eat".

	Anne was shocked. A spanking is one thing, but being forced to remain naked from the waist down for the rest of the day? She didn't think her mother was capable of such a punishment. Anne walked into the kitchen, trying to pull her short t-shirt down over her private areas. Even though it was only her mother, it's still humiliating having to present yourself like this.

	It felt weird, having her naked, still-red tushie seated directly on the wooden chair as she ate. Her light blonde fur was naturally very thin, so it felt almost as if the chair was touching her bare flesh. After the two were done eating, her mother told Anne that it was time to get ready for bed. They had eaten later than usual because of the circumstances and they needed to get up early that morning in order to return the stolen item to the store.

	Anne went to her room and changed into her light green pajamas, afterwards brushing her teeth and finally getting ready to get into bed when her mother walked into the room.

	"Anne, what did I tell you about wearing bottoms?" her mother reminded her.

	"What?! I can't even wear pajama pants to bed?!" Anne asked, incredulous.

	"Nothing on your bottom until tomorrow, young lady. And I suggest you don't start taking an attitude with me or I'll make it even longer!" her mother reprimanded. Anne huffed, then reluctantly slid the pajama pants down her legs as her mother stood there with hands on hips making sure she did. After stepping out of the green pants, her mother picked them up and slung them over her shoulder as Anne crawled under the covers. "You can have these back tomorrow, provided you behave. Good night, Anne!".

	Anne was never one to sleep with anything less than a full pajama set, so the feeling of her bedsheets against her naked legs was strange to her. All night long, it served as a humiliating reminder of her literal dressing down. She had hoped that by morning, this would all be over.

	But of course, her mother still had one more lesson to teach.

	7am, the morning was finally here. Anne's mother entered the room to wake the sleeping girl. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead! We need to go to the store to return the panties, I've already laid out clothes for you. Get dressed and meet me downstairs". 

As her mother left the room, Anne crawled out from under the covers to look at the clothes her mother had picked out. Given her track record from last night, she half-expected her mother to lay out some sort of humiliating outfit that she was expected to wear in public. Perhaps a clown suit. But... actually no, it was just a regular set of clothes she would normally wear. A purple t-shirt, black pleated skirt, and, of course, plain white briefs. She quickly changed out of her pajama top and put on the clothes, glad to finally be wearing something over her bottom again.

	She headed downstairs where she saw her mother dressed and ready to leave. In her hand she was holding two warm toaster pastries wrapped in a paper towel. "Ready to go, Anne? I warmed up some toaster pastries for you to eat on the way there". Anne was happy to see that her mother was in a good mood and being nice to her again. She even made the brown sugar cinnamon pastries: her favorite.

	As they arrived at the store, her mother pulled the black and red panties out of her purse and handed them to Anne. "Now go over to that cashier and explain that you stole those panties and are here to return them." Anne was a little embarrassed to admit to the store that she stole something from them, especially underwear, but it was still nothing compared to what she's already been through. Anne walked up to the cashier and put the lacy undergarments on the counter.

	"Hello, sir", she started. "I took these from your store yesterday without paying for them. I'm very sorry and I want to return them. They haven't been worn or anything...". The cashier was understanding and said that he appreciated her honesty. It was normally store policy to ban shoplifters from the store, but he was willing to let her slide with a warning.

	Her mother put her hand on Anna's shoulder. "Thank you, Anne. You did the right thing confessing to your crime". She smiled at her daughter. "Now there's just one more thing we need to do", she says, as the two walk to the clothing section.

	Anne is curious what it is they need to do as the two walk to the girl's underwear section. Maybe she was so impressed with Anne's honesty that she decided to buy her the lacy panties after all?

	Of course those hopes were dashed when her mother instead held up a 10-pack of children's underwear. More cotton briefs, but with THE most juvenile prints on them. They looked like they were more appropriate for little girls who just finished potty training, not fourth-graders. She was amazed they even made them in her size.

	"You said you wanted more interesting underwear, Anne. Look at all these cute designs! This one's got little ducks on it! Doesn't get much more interesting than ducks, Anne!". Anne looked at her mother in disbelief. "Let's get these. We can go home and throw out all of your 'lame' underwear, and make these the only panties you wear from now on!".

	Anne covered her blushing face as her mother went to the register and bought the humiliating underpants for her. She now knew this was her ultimate punishment, being forced to wear these childish things for who knows how long. The girls in the locker room will never let her hear the end of it. 

"Guess that's a price I pay for being a thief", she thought to herself.