Dear Parenting Journal:
I wonder if there is some sort of strange Polarity switch inside kids. One minute my nephew Bobby is being good, cleaning his room, doing his chores, and following the rules. The next minute he is leaving everything he owns all over the house, wasting all his time, and trying to fine every wrong thing there is, just so he can try it out.
Now my sister doesn't have the strength or the stamina to get through to Bobby, the way his father did, with a belt or switch. It takes more strength than she possesses, so now she has taken to sending him over to me, not just for looking after, on the occasions that she has to go out, but also after he has been misbehaving, in order for me to give him spankings.
The first time he came over, the first thing he did was take one of my art pieces, a wooden sword, down off the wall. I knew that he had been warned that they were not toys and told that this was a spanking offense. However, this was the first action he took as he came to visit for the first time. What else could I do, he was testing me, seeing if I would carry out my threats of spankings for breaking the rule. He would soon see.
I took the sword from him, hung it back up and kneeled down on one knee. While I was down there, I grabbed Bobby's belt, unbuckling it, unzipping his shorts, I hooked my fingers into the waist of his shorts and undies. Before he knew what happened, I yanked them to his ankles, and tipped him across my upraised knee for a fierce hand spanking. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, I rained down full handed blows on each bun in sets of three, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, warming each then switching to the other. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, I stood him up, and began to talk to him.
"I know that you were told not to touch those. I spent weeks working on those models, and you were told that they were Art, not toys. That one that you took has already been broken once, and is all the weaker for it. If it had been broken again, I would have tore your but up for it. Instead I just gave you a spanking for breaking the rule that you were told about. That rule was 'Don't touch the wood carvings on the walls' and you have answered for it. However, your not done,"
With that I grab him again and turn him back across my knee. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, this time I focus on the lower part of the bottom where the cheeks meet the legs, and lower down to the backs of the thighs. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, peppering blows there and further up to reinforce the first spanking, it takes even less time for Bobby to reach the tearful repentance that is my objective. Finishing him off with a rapid round of six fast licks, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, I stood him back in front of me. His knees shook as he cried, making his little boy willie dance around. He was sorry, and he knew just who was in charge here.
"That spanking was for not believing me when I told you that would spank you if you took those down. You knew, and just wanted to see if I were serious about the discipline that I expect. I hope you know now that I am serious and that your actions will have repercussions." Having said that, I took Bobby across to the bed, spread him across my lap, where I feel his body tense up in fear of another set of licks. Instead, I reach over to the night stand and take the Aloe gel, which I use for my occasional sunburns, and begin to smooth the soothing cool green jell onto his scorched tail. His hiccoughing breathing, still ragged from his crying catches in his throat, and then begins to calm as I show Bobby that even though I was forced to spanking him, I still love him. Once he is calm, and the aloe is rubbed in, I do up his shorts and belt, then give him a hug that left no doubt about my feelings for him. Kissing the top of his head, I send him off to watch some T. V. Now that I have finished this letter, I think I'll go join him. It's a hard job, but somebody has to do it.
An Uncle with Hard Job