Aunty Sheila’s Slipper Punishment3

Since he was obviously embarrassed, I realized the only way to get the truth out of him was to tell him about my own experiences.
“Michael, I get the feeling your mother still uses the same kind of old-fashioned methods that my mom uses at home.
My mom warned me to mind my manners when I came north or your mom would handle me the same way.”
At this, Michael’s eyes widened.
“What do you mean handle you the same way?
What are you talking about?”
Realizing I would have to spill the beans first, I looked around to make sure no one was nearby and lowered my voice to a whisper.
“Michael, cross your heart and swear to die you won’t ever tell anyone?”
After Michael gulped and nodded nervously, I continued,
“I think I know what happens to you because it still happens to me.
I’m talking about getting punished like little boys even though we’re in junior high.
I’m talking about… you know… about… about… getting spanked.
You’re the first person up here I’ve ever admitted this to.
Now fair’s fair, Michael. I’ve told you my secret.
You’ve got to tell me yours?”