When I was nine, I learned something interesting: if you put a sleeping person’s hand into warm water, they will wet the bed. I can’t remember where I learned this tidbit of information – but once I knew I just had to try it out, and my 12-year-old sister Melanie seemed like the perfect candidate.
The prospect of making Melanie wet her bed was hilarious to me and I couldn’t wait to try it out. I should also point out that my mom had no tolerance for ‘accidents’. She would shame and embarrass us even if it was a legitimate accident.
What’s more, woe betide you if you had an accident that she deemed the result of laziness or irresponsibility, because that would inevitably result in a sore bottom. I didn’t think Mom would spank my sister for a night time accident but I knew she would be extremely irritated, and I really relished the chance to take Melanie down a peg or two.
My plan was pretty simple. I was a pretty early riser, while my sister would stay in bed as long as Mom would let her. On a Saturday morning, when I was always the first one up, I would slip into Melanie’s room, put her hand in warm water and then wait for the fireworks when our mother found a urine-soaked bed.
Everything started out great. When I opened the door, I could see Melanie’s hand sticking out from under the covers and hanging over the side of the bed. It was almost as if she was co-operating, and I truly believed luck was on my side.
I lifted the bowl up to my sister’s hand and waited. I know some people say it’s a myth but it sure worked on my sister. After a couple of seconds, I heard a hissing sound from between Melanie’s legs. Then I watched the sheets begin to darken with the wetness. I couldn’t believe it – my sister did such a big pee! I stifled a giggle and slipped out of the room. Success!
Until I heard a voice. “What do you think you’re doing in your sister’s room?” I turned around, still holding the incriminating bowl, to come to face-to-face with my mother.
I tried to stammer out an answer but I was interrupted by a shriek. Sleeping Beauty had woken up – and she was none too happy about the state that she found herself in.
Mom opened the door to see what was wrong and quickly put two and two together. She tried to calm down Melanie, who was in equal parts both furious and humiliated.
In retrospect, the prudent thing to have done at that point would have been to stay quiet and look contrite. But I couldn’t help myself. My big, bossy sister looked so ridiculous in her pee-stained pyjamas that I just kept smirking at her.
This really fired Mom up. She quickly divested me of my own pyjama pants and ordered me into the corner. Mom said: “You can stay there until I get Melanie cleaned up. After that, she can watch you get a spanking and you will will then clean up this mess!”
Well, things had gone south in a hurry. A thorough spanking – especially with my big sister watching – was not how I wanted to start my day. My only hope was that Mom would show some mercy and opt for the ping pong paddle instead of the strap. Alas, there was to be no mercy for me – Mom came back into the room with the leather in her hand and it was my sister’s turn to smirk.
“Bend over and stick that bare bottom out!” Mom instructed. I obeyed. I was determined not to cry – I wouldn’t give my sister that satisfaction.
Mom swung the strap and it hit me squarely across both buttocks – it felt like a fire had started in my bottom. We always got our age in licks, so there were eight more to go. I bit my lip and tried to hold on.
Mom landed two more strokes in rapid succession, one on each cheek. I managed to hold my tongue. But the next one was super hard, again landing across my entire bare behind. I yelled out and grabbed my butt, causing my sister to burst out laughing and to remind me to stay in position. I hated her so much at that moment!
I sobbed through the rest of the spanking – and didn’t even have a chance to go to sulk and cry in peace because i had to go start a load of laundry. The memory of my stinging buttocks and the smell of Melanie’s urine in my nostrils as I went about that task have stayed with me throughout my life.