A few weeks after mother receiving the mirror, I was play wrestling with my brother who was two years older. My brother pushed me up against the wall that the mirror was on and I knocked it. The mirror crashed to the floor, shattering in a thousand pieces.
My brother took off running, leaving me alone in the hallway when my mother came in. “Cassandra Dawn!” she yelled. “What did I tell you about not playing rough in the hallway? You’re getting a spanking now, young lady – probably the worst spanking you ever got. Go to your room, and wait for me. Now!”
I went into my bedroom and waited for my fate. “Will she use the ping pong paddle?” I wondered. I didn’t have to wonder long because just a few minutes later mother entered the room, with the ping pong paddle in her hand.
“Prepare yourself now Cassandra Dawn!” she screamed.
I did what I was told, fearing the worst. My Mother then turned me across her knee and paddled my bottom with the paddle for what seemed like forever – although it was really only about 10 swats.
My bottom was on fire. I went to my bed, lay down (on my tummy of course) and cried myself to sleep. My bottom was sore for about three days.
