Without even thinking or pretending to be actually using the bathroom for its real purpose I pulled the door open.
“Come along downstairs with me. Your sisters have been punished enough and they don’t need you teasing them. You just come downstairs with me, and we’ll get dinner started.”
Nothing else was said about the spankings, and Mom kept me downstairs until after dinner was over. By then I was getting really gloomy as I realized that my sisters had probably spoiled the whole day and that we would not be going to the carnival for the night as had been planned. I started pouting and asked Dad if we were going to the carnival, and I was so happy to hear that the plans were still on – after all, Grandma and Grandpa were looking forward to it.
