When I was a really little kid like three or four maybe, I learned something about getting a spanking. I did something that was wrong, but I forgot what it was now. But Mama caught me doing whatever it was–probably something she told me not to do. She picked up a plastic hairbrush off her dresser and looked at me with that look–you know what I mean, the one that means you’re in trouble now. She said, “Come here, Janice.”
I knew what that meant, I was going to get a spanking. Well, I thought fast, and decided to turn the other way and run! Guess what? Mama could run faster than me. Guess what else? I didn’t just get a spanking, I got two spankings. Mama gave me the first one for doing whatever it was I had done that I shouldn’t have. She spanked me with the back of the hairbrush, and it broke in two. The second spanking was because I ran away when she told me to come to her.
We had to use that hairbrush with the handle broken off for a long time to brush our hair. Maybe that is why I remembered this spanking so long.
After I got older my baby brother tried the same trick. We lived on a farm then and we both got spankings on the same day. I got mine first because I was older and should have known better than to climb on those bags of cement in our yard.
But Paul Wayne didn’t know about running away from spankings yet. He ran. He ran while Daddy was still spanking me and my other brother and my sister. He ran all the way around the barn and half way across the field behind the barn. He shouldn’t have done that, because Daddy gave him one swat after another all the way back to the house while they were walking. I can’t say for sure, but I don’t think he ever tried that trick again either. I’ll have to ask him sometime.
Copyright © 2008 by Janice Green
[…] Perhaps you can remember a time when you were given a spanking or other punishment for something you had done. There was pain at the time, but there was healing and you learned something from the discipline that had been applied. Perhaps you will enjoy reading this little incident I wrote about once on another blog of mine. Click here. […]