I was not used to being spanked when I was a young kid. On those rare occasions, my mother would grab my arm and place one or two mild swats on the seat of my pants. It wasn’t a painful experience but I would cry a lot, because I didn’t like my mom being so angry with me.
One day, when I was four or five years old, I had been playing in the garden. When I went back to the house, my mother called me. She stared at me with a stern expression and asked me if I had been playing with the iron gate of our garden.
I was really nervous by then. I had been climbing that gate but I didn’t know that it was forbidden. She was furious, or at least that’s what seemed to me and I was getting very scared.”No,” I said, hesitantly. It was a stupid thing to do.
Obviously, she wouldn’t ask such a specific question if she didn’t know the answer. She frowned and began scolding me but I was not listening. I would have liked to disappear. I had lied to my mom and she had caught me! I was feeling like a criminal.
Eventually, she finished with the scolding, took my hand and led me to my room. With my other hand, I was trying to protect my bottom from the swats I was expecting, but they didn’t come.
She sat on my bed and dragged me to her side. “Alvaro,” she said, “I’m not angry with you because of the gate, but because you lied to me.” Then, she put me over her lap and started smacking my bottom with her hand.
I was shocked. My shorts didn’t offer much protection and I had never been spanked so hard. I was bawling my eyes out and squirming weakly in a fruitless attempt to escape. I think I received about 15 good spanks.
When the spanking was over she took me in her arms and hugged me until I stopped crying. Then she gave me a kiss and told me that she loved me and that I should always tell her the truth.