The fort

It was a beautiful Sunday morning in the middle of summer. The previous Saturday, all of the kids got together to build a fort in the woods adjacent to our houses. We didn’t quite complete it, but we promised each other that we would meet after church the following day and continue working on our dream hideout.

After church, I noticed that my dad passed our street and continued on his way. I pointed this out to him, and that was when I was informed that they would be stopping to look at wallpaper and carpet for the bedroom they were remodelling.

I quickly explained to Dad that I was needed at home to finish building the fort, and would he please turn around and drop me off at home. My dad replied that 10 years old was too young to be left on my own and that I was expected to accompany them to the store.

When we got to the store, I put on my best act. I whined, I pouted, I begged and I tried to convince them that I should be home. They tried to soothe me, to no avail. I finally dropped to the floor and wailed. At this point, my mom left the wallpaper books, proceeded to the front of the store and whispered to the person at the cash register.

I couldn’t believe the power I felt. My mom had given in! She was telling the cashier that she needed to get her little girl home to build her fort. I watched her walk towards me and I couldn’t wait to get out of there. Then I noticed the look on her face – and the paint stirrer in her hands.

Without a word, she grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the large carpet rolls. Then she apologised to the entire store for my rude behaviour and announced that her daughter needed to be disciplined. I remembered her shouting that if anybody objected they could turn away or leave the store. I was in shock! How could my victory turn into defeat so quickly?

Mom sat down on one of the large carpet rolls and stood me up in front of her. It was then that she pulled me over her lap, lifted my dress, and gave me the spanking of my life. I can remember a few people clapping – that was the hardest thing for me to take. How could they agree to a spanking they knew nothing about? The humiliation was horrible.

When the spanking was finally over, Mom pulled me off her lap and plopped me on a stool near the wallpaper books. I remained there for another half hour while people looked at me knowing I had just been spanked. It was horrible!

When I got home, I ran to my room and slammed the door – only to followed by my father, who was also very angry. He laid me on my tummy across the bed, and proceeded to spank me all over again.

I did learn one important thing that day – that family is more important than friends.

Contributor: Anonymous

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