The brush beat a steady tattoo of spanks alternating between the left and right sides.

The room was a constant pattern of noise,

shifting between the sound of wood striking flesh and the young boy’s blubbering sobs and howls of pain.

After what seemed like an eternity, the spanking ended.

“If I ever find you’ve taken anything from my room without my permission again,

I’ll take the brush to you every day for a week.

Understand me?”

“Yes, mommy,” the boy blubbered.

“Now, you get your nose into that corner.

That spanking was for taking money out of the jewelry box.

Ms Ames will deal with your school behavior before you go to bed tonight.”