This account happened in the 1960s when my Foster parents were out of town for the weekend for a little break.
They had left my Foster sister Janice in charge as she was several years older than me and double that age in maturity.
Janice was and still is a plain type of person and one that would never stand out in a crowd
Even though Janice was somewhat a little too bossy at times we had a great relationship, and I looked forward to a nice relaxing weekend with my foster parents away.
My sister was busy else where doing something when the following happened
At this time I had seen others at my school smoking and I had decided that it would be a great opportunity to try one of the cigarettes that my friend had stolen from his father.
I went to the back of the shed and started to light up when I heard my sister yell my name.
“Peter!, What are you doing behind the shed, and where is that smoke coming from? Are you smoking Peter?”
Janice had an angry look on her face.
Imediatly she ordered me to come in.
She said that she saw what I was doing so I did not need to bother to destroy the evidence. She took the cigarette and lectured me about the dangers of smoking. I had to promise her that I would not do it again. After the lecture, she let me go about my business.
Later, she said that she was going to the store. I waited until I saw that she had left, then stupidly I got another cigarette, went outside and started smoking.
I couldn’t stand the ciggerette it had a really horrible taste to it.
However all the grown ups seemed to smoke, so it made me feel big and clever.
Suddenly I heard the yell of my foster Sister Janice, which made me jump out of my skin.
I didn’t even notice that the was home.
Aparantly she had forgotten the grocery list and come back for it.
This time, she came and grabbed my arm and led me inside to the kitchen.
Jance then gave me the choice. This was that she could either tell our parents, which would result in a huge thrashing with foster fathers belt, or I could get my punishment from her.
It may come as no surprise that I opted for the second choice.
As I knew that if I didn’t obey the spanking would only be worse
She went and got a chair and put it in the middle of the kitchen.
She lectured me again about how dangerous smoking was, and about how I needed to listen to her for my own good.
She then pulled me over her ample lap and began to smack my bottom with her hand.
The hand spanking did not seem to last long. In all I got a dozen or so crisp smacks that stung a little but were not unbarable
Eventually janice let me up and told me to go to my room.
Several minutes later she came back with a with my foster fathers belt and one of her black school pumps, commoly known as the slipper.
She asked me which I wanted first. I said the slipper. I bent over, using the bed for support. She gave me six good smacks with her school slipper that really took the wind out of meand made me wince
After this Janice picked up the belt.
I think I sensed part of Janice did not want to use it. Howerver, she was in charge and she had to be seen to be consistant.
Thus I had to endure six of the best with the belt.
When it was all over, my sister hugged me and told me she loved me. My parents never found out what happened.
My sister never mentioned the spanking until I grew up. Now we talk about it, and I am thankful that I had a sister who loved me enough to keep me from smoking.
