Suddenly, I felt my pants and pull-up being pulled down to my knees. I was tucked under my mother’s arm and she landed a welter of smacks on my bare bottom with her hand.
The smacks echoed off the walls like gunshots, and I burst into tears. Smack, smack! I could see the box of cereal through my tears on the floor and wished that I had never thrown it. Smack, smack! I cried and howled and promised to be a good boy – I’d do anything! Smack, smack! I kicked my legs, wiggled frantically, starting to squeal and shriek that I’d never do it again. Smack! The last swat landed on the bottom of my thighs, then I suddenly felt my clothes being put back into place.