“Young man, Mom-my Wilkins asked you a ques-tion. Are you going to o-bey me prompt-ly? Or are we go-ing to need a base- ment chat ev-er-y night this week?”
Once again, she punctuated her words with smacks on his fanny. Overcome by feelings of dependency and love, Billy impulsively hugged her tightly about the waist and said,
“I’ll obey you, Mommy Wilkins. I promise I’ll obey you.”
Delighted he was calling her ‘Mommy Wilkins’ and was now clinging to her, Mrs. Wilkins continued scolding and questioning him.
“You were bad to come home so late, weren’t you, Billy?”
This time, she used just a single spank as she said his name. It was both a promise of things to come and a reminder of the answer she expected.
“Yes, Mommy Wilkins,”
“So you understand why Mommy Wilkins is going to take you down to the basement after dinner?”
Again she swatted him just once. He was still clinging tightly to her.
“Yes, Mommy Wilkins”.
“Do you what is going to happen for the rest of the summer whenever you are naughty?”