last night I was thinking about the stories I am writing and something came to me that may interest you.
After Sam started wetting the bed a morning ritual began in which Daddy and uncle would wait in daddy's bed having a cup of tea and sam and I had to go into their room and sam had to take off his nappy to show if it was wet. it usually was and then uncle would take Sam to the bathroom and I had to wait with daddy whilst we listened to sam screaming as uncle gave him his punishment and then his morning bath.
The time I am going to tell you about one particular morning.
One morning Daddy and uncle were calling for Sam and me as usual. I ran to the room so as not to make them angry but Sam did not arrive. daddy got very angry and told me to go and fetch Sam and added that, if we were not back by the time he had counted to ten, we would both get the bath brush and very hard.
Sam refused to go to daddy's room as he was gightened of uncle's smackings. I told sam we must go and pleaded with him, mainly as I did not want to get smacked. Sam refused to come with me and started to cry for mum. The time was running out and I knew that , for disobeying them, the men would take it out on us by giving a very long hard smacking. I shouted at sam, even though I was sad to do so, in the hope that daddy would hear how hard I was trying. In the end I pulled sam by the arm, out of bed and along the hallway into daddy's room. Sam cried all the way there.
daddy was furious with Sam and me and uncle lept out of bed and dragged sam to the bathroom immediately. then we heard the sound of sam getting his smacks and screaming for mercy.
Daddy told me that he had counted to 20 and that I would get the stick after school. I dreaded coming home that day and indeed got hit very hard with the stick ( it was a friday so daddy told me that he did not care how many lines I had on my bottom) Uncle watched me get my whacks with the stick and kept on telling daddy to hit me harder and in the same part of my bottom so I would learn to obey him. Sam also had to sit on uncles lap with his pants off, as I cried out with each whack of the stick, as a lessson about what he would get when he was 6 years old. but it was how hard I had tried to get Sam to daddy's room to save my bottom from punishment that made me feel bad.