I was with my dad, at a friends' house, and T. J. was his son. T. J. was a cool, and at least I thought, a smart kid. We were playing with Legos and building these cool robot things that a remote control thing moved them around with. I guess T. J. was still tired from the air show the day before. T. J. and I are the same age, that being 10. Our parents give us everything we need including discipline, but my parent (my mom divorced my dad) is different than T. J.s' parents. T. J.s' mom told him to wash up and that it was time for lunch. T. J. has habit of whining when he doesn't get his way, and a tantrum usually follows like clock work. T. J. shouted NO.....I don't want to. Well, that doesn't go well with his mom, and immediately, she spun T. J. around like a top and spanked the seat of his shiny black Umbro soccer shorts with rapid fire swats. Ouch, I thought to myself. You see, I have never gotten a spanking, and I had just witnessed this for the first time.
This confused me, but it very much interested me. So I kept this under my hat for a while until I could have my dad to explain it to me. I was amazed at how T. J.s' mom just did this like automatic remote control. No thought, no nothing. T. J. rubbed his spanked bottom and behaved himself and we had a nice lunch. T. J.s' mom could cook up a storm, and no one went away hungry from the table. Her pork and beef ribs are just too good. We had corn and wild rice, and chili and all sorts of other things. It is nice that my dad knows T. J.s' dad from work. They are airplane designers or something like that. I don't know all the tech stuff about it.
Well, we played some more and finished the robot walker with our Legos and we felt pretty proud of our achievement. Well for some reason, the walker wouldn't move. We tried everything, well at least what 10 year olds would know any way. I was stumped and tried to look at the wiring, and switches etc. T. J. was just getting angry, and a tantrum was sure to be around the corner. I gave up and said to T. J. I was going to get a Coke and asked him if he wanted one. T. J. just looked up at me with the most anger in his eyes I have ever seen. T. J. screamed....NOOOOOOOOO!!!! I Don't want a f!#@$^$^*& Coke. Well, I said calmly said o. k. if you are sure then, and I walked away to the kitchen. Suddenly I heard loud crashing sounds of the Lego walker being demolished, and I turned and saw T. J. wrecking our all morning project. I just turned and walked to the kitchen. And got a Coke.
I heard T. J.s' dad talking to T. J. about stop making this mess now young man!! T. J. just continued and threw lego parts at his dad, bonking him on the head numerous times. Wow, I am sorry, but even if T. J. is my friend, I knew he was going to get it now, and probably hard too. T. J.s' dad grabbed and pick up his naughty tantrum screaming boy and put him over his knee and delievered a much deserved spanking to T. J.s' up ended bottom. His black shiny Umbro soccer shorts and underwear were no match for his dads' strong swats. It was making even me flinch, as I rubbed the seat of my pants with one hand while my Coke was getting warm in the other hand. This was amazing. T. J. got 2 spankings in 1 day, wow., this kid just doesn't know how to quit I thought.
T. J. kicked and screamed as his dad spanked his sons butt to next week, and finally his dad stopped, and politely said to his guests, I am sorry, but it looks like T. J. needs a nap, so would we excuse them. I followed them to T. J.s' room, and saw T. j.s' dad tuck in his punished son and kiss him on his forehead, saying that he loved him very much and that he hopes that T. J. could be the best behaved son that he knows he could be. With that he turned and came out of T. J.s' room. I had already beaten a hasty retreat back to the living room, and started picking up the Legos that T. J. threw around earlier. I also looked into why the walker wouldn't work. I found what the problem was. It looks like the remotes batteries were put in backwards, and that's why the walker wouldn't work. I felt so bad for T. J. , but I thought that T. J. did behave badly and needed to stop it. Anyway later T. J. came out said he was sorry to me and everyone. Everybody was cool about it, and didn't give any other thought. We had dinner and once again, T. J.s' mom was not to be outdone. She made the best prime rib this side of the Mississippi. After a bit more small talk, my dad and I went home.
We live next door. I was asking my dad why T. J. got a spanking and why his dad said that he loved him, even though he had been so naughty. My dad said that no matter how bad or good you are, your parents always love you. And he didn't want me to ever forget that. I don't know but, I must have been stupid or something, but I said, "bull_s_h_i_t_"!!!! "When I am bad you just send me to my room and just let the problem go away. You don't care and love me!!" I started getting as angry as T. J. had gotten earlier. My dad was shocked at my language, and told me to stop. I said "_f_u_c_k_ You and the horse....." My dad had heard enough and though his habit would have been to send to the time out area, or to my room, he spun me around and spanked the seat of my cargo pants good and hard for about 10 swats. It hurt, but like I said, I was being stupid....I laughed at my dad and said, "that is it" you weak scumbag." With that he grabbed my arm and led me to the kitchen where he got out a wooden spoon and took me over his knee and spanked me till I was bawling like a 2 year old. I was kicking and carry on, trying to get the sting out of my butt. My thin nylon cargo pants were no protection against this deadly wooden spoon. YeOOOWW!! I screamed. I repeated I was sorry over and over again, and begged him to stop. Dad gave me another 30 very hard smacks. Then he stopped.
Dad carried me to my bed and put me down, and sat with me till I stopped crying and settled down, and told me that he loved me and he hoped that I would never behave like that again. I didn't behave like that again, but I always now knew that when I am bad, my dad loves me, and that he will spank me good and hard to prove it if he has to. M. P.