[The following is the third (hopefully in a series) about my childhood spanking experiences. Comments please: gr_anderson@hotmail. com]
At the age of 3 I was a very curious child. I wanted to find out how everything woked.
One day I was boared and wandered into the laundry room. For some reason I was fascinated by the knobs on the washer and dryer. I wondered how they make it work. I twisted them around and around, but nothing seemed to happen. Then I tried pulling outward, and I realized that the knobs could be removed. I took all of them off, and collected them.
Then I wandered over to the water heater, and began to twist and turn them. They also came off with ease. The two small metal knobs from the water heater looked really neat, so i packed them in my pockets.
Then I took them to my room to see if I could use them for something. As I walked to my room with the knobs held under my shirt, my mom stopped me much like a border guard. She had that sixth sense, and knew I was up to no good. When the knobs I was hiding were revealed, she siged, "Oh Graham what have you done now." "Where did these come from Graham?" "Tell me NOW!"
As I told her she nodded and told me to give the washing machine and dryer knobs to her. Then she found me something else to do.
Eventually I got curious about knobs again, and this time decided to see if the knobs from my dad's Bang&Olafson stereo were removable. I got down there when no one was around and discovered that yes, the knobs did come off. I began to twist them off, until I heard my dad shout my name in anger.
I didn't know what would happen so I looked at him blankly. He came over and looked at the stereo, then at me, then at the stereo. Then he stood me up, raised his hand behind him and spanked the seat of my pants about 5 times. I hurt a bit but I cried out loud, so dad wouldn't give me any more.
I then went off and played with something else. I thought all was well until I heard my mom yell "There's no hot water dear, what's going on?" I wasn't sure if this had anything to do with those fancy metal knobs I still had in my pockets, but I hoped not.
Then I saw my dad coming up from the basement. He yelled "Graham, did you take those knobs?".
"No..." I said sheepishly.
"Bull _s_h_i_t_!" he said as he frisked my pant's pocket and found the metal knobs.
He took me by the hand to my bedroom, landing a few spanks on the way. When we arrived in my room he proceeded to remove my sweatpants and lifed my t-shirt. He sat at the foot of my bed, and pulled me over his knee. Then the real spanking began over my little underpants.
I cried even more during my second spanking of the day. Despite my tears, my dad continued to teach me a lesson through my screams of pain.