“Maybe this time you will learn not to be fresh!” She spoke a word in between each spank. I cried and kicked my legs and attempted to put my hands over my bottom. Eventually, she stopped and walked out of the room.
As I was looking in the mirror, mom walked back in. I was very humiliated. “Do you know why I spanked you?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because I didn’t do the dishes when you asked me to, and I was fresh.” “That’s right. Now maybe you will do what you are told. I want you to stay in here until you are done crying, then come out and wash the dishes.”
When I went into the kitchen, everyone was in there playing cards at the table. They all looked up at me and I knew they had heard me crying during my spanking. While I washed the dishes, I didn’t know how I could ever look at Gill in the face again. I did know that I would never again be fresh to mom.