My Son Stole My Credit Card

My teenage son decided to steal my credit card. I put him over my knee and spanked him hard. He's been a pain in the butt ever since he first peed in my face. He spent five thousand dollars in one day, it's truly a disgrace. He bought stuff at pawn shops and it can't be returned. As he rubbed the seat of his pants, there was a lesson that he learned. He learned what happens when people steal from me. Now that his butt is sore, he's as sorry as he can be. (This is a fictional poem.)