This is a real life story that happened some time ago. It will also include a memory of my childhood with the same results.
I am Caleb, and my son is Maliki. Maliki ,who happened to be six at the time, lived with his mother, 15 miles away. The story begins on a friday after work. I pick my boy up every weekend, and spend the time having fun, usually.
As I drive the short distance to pick up my son I think about the weekend ahead. Fishing, swimming, video games, legos. The usual fun, my mind wanders to a phone call I had recieved. It was from my ex-wife Sara. She said that we needed to talk about Maliki. I knew it had to be serious or she wouldn't have called. She didn't say what it was about so my mind was wandering from one possibility to the next.
I pull into the driveway of her duplex and jump out the car. I run up the steps to her door and Maliki has already opened it for me. " Hey boy! Wheres your mom?" I ask him. " In the Front room, she said she wanted to talk to you." He responds. " Alright, get your stuff in the car and tell mom goodbye and I will go talk to her, then we can go get some supper, O. K.?" " O. K. daddy." says Maliki.
I walk into the living room, and Sara is watching t. v. I look around a little bit and notice the place is a mess. " Ever think about cleaning babe?" I say " Oh, your here already?" " Looks like it" I say, then " So whats up?" " Well... Its probably easier to show you and get your opinion." She goes over to the entertainment center and grabs a sheat of paper. She hands it to me and says... " Do you see a problem with that paper?" " Not really, although its burned to hell." " That is the problem, your son has a new hobby." " No way, he wouldn't be that stupid." " Well I guess he inherited something from your side of the family after all." she say smirking. " That s**t ain't funny, Sara." " Back to the piont O. K., I did what the fireman told me and burned his favorite toy, but then I found him in the yard with some matches, I then grounded him for a week, but we went up to see Aunt Abilgail and him and Erica were caught in a closet with a lighter, what am I supposed to do!?!" She says. " Well did you ever think about the story I told you?" " No, I don't remember, what story?" She questions. " Listen, I was seven years old, me and Mark were playing with matches in our room, we burned all our teddy bears in a pile in the closet. We got caught maybe two hours later. My dad took our pants and underwear down and spanked us untill we were a dark shad of red. Then he made us stand in the corner until bedtime." I remind her. " O. k. I remember now. But I can't do that, I love him too much." " If you loved him enough you would do it without question, that way he will never do it again." " Well I won't do it." She says. " I'll take care of it, Sara, seeing how you won't."
At this time I go to leave and notice Maliki standing in the doorway listening. I look at him and smile slightly. " Ready to go pal?" I ask. " Yup!" He says smiling. " Lets roll then" We leave and start the 20 minute trip to my house in silence. I know he heard what i said and I feel bad for him, I haven't spanked him since he was 4 years old, and that was for throwing rocks at a police car. He just sits there quietly looking at the countryside. I get up the courage and start to speak. " Hey, we gotta talk littleman." " O. K. daddy" He says quetly. " Your mother told me about you playing with fire." " I know, im really sorry daddy." Tears start to swell up his eyes. " Well, since you already know about our talk you probably know what I have to do about it, right?" " Yes, sir" He whispers. " What do I have to do to help you learn. Maliki?" " Spanking?" He says as he starts to cry. We are at my driveway and I stop the car by the garage and say... " Thats right, a spanking that a little boy will never forget." " O. K." says Maliki sniffling.
We get out of the car and go into the house. Maliki takes his stuff up to his room and I check for new messages. About five minutes pass and I go up stairs. Maliki is sitting at his desk playing number munchers on his computer. I sit on his bed and watch for a moment. " Hey pal, time to turn the game off." I command. " O. K. dad." He then stands up and looks at me. Waiting. I stand up and go to his desk, I turn his chair around and I sit down. He turns and faces me tears falling down his cute little face. I look at him and feel a sharp pain in my stomache. " Come here Maliki, you know what we have to do." I tell him. Maliki moves to my right side and looks at the floor. I kiss him on his forehead and tell him I love him, he says " I know dad." I reach down and unbutton his pants, he looks up at me with a look of horror on his face. I look back, then pull his pants to his ankles. His crying gets harder, and then I pull his underpants down to his ankles also. He stands in front of me bawling half naked as I say...
" Alright buddy, lets get this overwith." " O. k daddy." He sobs. " Lay over daddy's lap, Maliki." I help him over my lap and lay my hand softly on his butt. I then help him face the floor, and raise his butt up to a good spanking postion. " Maliki, I am going to spank you for playing with fire on 3 different times, do you understand?" "Yes, daddy." He says through his tears.
SMACK... " AHH" CRACK " OWWIE NOO" SPANK " UHHN AHH" SLAP, SMACK, CRACK, WHAP, SMACK, SLAP, SPANK, SMACK, SPANK, WHAP, SLAP, SMACK, CRACK, WHAP, SPANK, SLAP!! " AHHHHH, OOOOOOOWWIE, NOOOOO!" crys Maliki. SMACK, SLAP, WHAP CRACK! " OWW OWW IE NOO OO MO RE DA DA DDYYY!" SMACK! " I did not like doing that Maliki, please never put me in this position again." " O O O. K Da Da ddy." Stutters Maliki. " I Love you Maliki." I tell him. " I L ove Yo u To o Da ddy." " Get up and get dressed so we can go get some supper pal." " O K. " Says Maliki. He gets up and pulls his underpants up and takes his pants off to get changed. I leave the room.
We go out to eat and later when he is going to bed I say... " Are you going to play with fire again?" " No, siry." He says with a smile. I get up to leave and he says... " I love you daddy ." I said " I love you too Maliki." as tears swell my eyes.
The End- Sort of.