Alan and I were going to the movies one day his mom was out and i was babysitting him he's 7 and i was 17 he was like a son to me and once in a wile he called me dad i wasn't in love with his mom she was already married but said i could adopt him anyway we stopped at a store to get some candy for the movies we were in line when he was looking at some whacky stickers bubble gum their stickers that poke fun at products like Mr. Mean and Land O Quakes there was a whole box on the counter, so I payed for the candy and we left the store as we were walking:
Alan said,"You want some gum?"
I said,"Ok."
as soon as I put the gum in my mouth I realized where did the gum come from I turned around and he had his pockets full of the gum. ile I said,"Alan I'll have to give you 1 spanking when we get home now because you stole stuff! So try not to do anything else bad okay?"
Alan said,"Okay."
After the movie we went home and went into his mom's bedroom we watched tv for a wile. Alan was laying on the bed, I was sitting on the floor.
Alan said,"Is it time for my 1 spanking yet?"
I said,"Alright."
I got up and sat on the bed my legs were on the bed in front of me Alan layed across them.
I said,"Do you know why your getting a spanking?"
He said,"Yes, for stealing the gum."
I said,"10 whacks for stealing okay?"
He said,"Okay."
So i gave him 10 whacks sometimes he counted them and he just layed there still not subbing like he always does he had thick pants on and I was giving him slow whacks, afterwards he go up and was not worse for wear.
I said,"Alan you didn't learn about this stealing of yours, I'm going to have to give you another 10 only this time with your pants pulled down."
He said,"No not that way."
I said,"I have to otherwise I have to go back to the old way of spanking you." The old way I only spanked him 3 times. When I was 14-16 the kids I babysat were so bad they threw things at me and when I wasn't babysitting them they would tie me to poles with string outside so when I did babysat them and they did something wrong I chased them and grabbed them and went to a place to sit down and put them over and whaled the tar out of them with real fast whacks it really hurt threw thick pants on. but with Alan I cared for and stopped doing it that way.
He said,"Alright."
He undid his pants and went over my lap I pulled them down and his underware and gave him his 10 whacks his backside turned a little red and it hurt abit and he was sobbing by the time I was done I pulled up his pants and lifted him up and sat him next to me and wiped his tears and comforted him.
Afterwards he was good for the rest of the day I never told his mom because Alan was an abused child all except 1 adult in the household abused him. I lost track of him for a few years but found out he and 2 of his friends burned down a swimming pool place and went to a group home, when he was 14 he got into a car with a drunk driver and was killed. He should have came with me and been my son.