Stealing Candy7

I raised the slipper and smacked his bottom with it repeatedly. I smacked him hard but gave him ample time between strokes to recuperate – and appreciate the sting. He struggled, much like he had over my knee a few moments earlier, and tried covering his bottom with his hands. I patiently removed his hand . Once I was sure he had had enough, I told him to get up. Then he quietly went to his chair and wrote a short note in his diary about the infraction and chastisement, while I put the slipper back. After he had written his little note of confession, I beckoned him to approach me again. “Will you ever steal again, young man?” “No, Mummy, I promise.” I opened my arms and he ran into them. I cuddled him. He cried quite a bit that night. I stayed by his side and comforted him, telling him that I loved him and would not have had to punish him had he stuck to my rules,