Stealing Candy4

  Later that night, as we gathered for dinner, I could see that he was getting increasingly nervous. It was time for me to ‘wear my strict mum hat’ and do the disciplining. So with a straight, stern face, as we ate I reminded him: “Straight to your room after eating! You know what’s coming your way, don’t you? Mummy is going to spank you hard and long tonight – first with my hand and then with my slipper, like I always do.” Tears rolled down my son’s cheeks as he gulped his food down with difficulty. Again and again, he apologized and promised never to steal again, in spite of knowing full well that there was no escape from the punishment I was about to administer. After the meal, I washed the dishes, groomed myself for the night, and went to his room. I sat on the wooden chair and had him stand before me.