Tears began to fill my eyes, as all I could do was stare at the counter and the punishment tools.
While it seemed like hours had past (actually more like 15 minutes), my mother walked in the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind her.
My mother began to run hot water in the sink and slowly peeled the wrapper off the little bar of soap.
As I sat back down on the toilet seat, I began to sob, knowing what was about to take place.
I sat mesmerized as my mother wetted the washcloth in the hot water and began to work up a good lather with the small bar of soap.
When she was satisfied that the cloth was well prepared, she called me over to the sink.
I stood before her, With tears running down my face.
A very meek ‘no’ rolled past my lips as I watched her pick up the small, gooey bar of soap.
“Open up!” she commanded, as I felt her grab a handful of hair to hold my head still.