When I was 10 years old, my mom had been gone for about two years and my dad was just starting to date the woman who would become my stepmom about a year later.
My dad knew I needed to be around other women as much as I could, so I had started to spend time with my godmother, Michelle.
I spent about three days a week during the summer at her home while my dad worked. I loved it there, and I loved Michelle too. Of course, sometimes I got into a little bit of trouble, but Michelle generally just scolded me and we moved on. On one particular incident, though, I discovered her stricter side.
Michelle had taken me to get some things from the store and I saw this tiny troll doll. I was sitting on the floor playing with the doll when Michelle told me it was time to go. I acted as if I had put the doll back – but instead I had placed it in my jacket pocket.
We came home and had lunch – but when Michelle moved my jacket to hang it up, she felt something in my pocket. Upon checking what it was, she found the doll.
Michelle asked me whether I had stolen it – I told her I didn’t know how it got there. I was never a good liar but even if I had been, it would not have mattered because Michelle already knew that I had stolen it.
She spent what seemed like forever scolding and lecturing me, the she told me that two things were going to happen – I was to go to the kitchen and pick out a wood spoon from the utensil holder on the counter, and then we were calling my dad.
I knew what the spoon was for all right and my stomach filled with butterflies. I had to confess my sin to my dad and tell him Michelle was going to spank me. He agreed, and told me I had better do as I was told by her and not fight her.
Once I hung up the phone, Michelle instructed me to come over to where she was sitting on the couch. She had me bend over her lap so that my feet and hands both touched the floor.
Then she started smacking my jeans-covered butt with that spoon. Even with the protection of denim for my bottom, it didn’t take long for her to make me cry. When she had finished the spanking, she let me up and I gave my butt a rub.
I then was made to sit on my sore bottom at the table and write 25 times: “I will not steal.”