Mrs. Malrsby was better
known as Mrs. Mumbles for the way she taught her class. It was no
wonder why my mind wandered in her class. She was droning on about
participles or something like that. My fingers guided my pencil
over my notebook. When I get bored, I draw.
I was thinking about
a couple of nights ago when my older brother came home late. My
thoughts flowed from my daydream through my fingers and pencil and
onto the paper forming an image of what I saw from my hiding place
behind the door that night.
I was just drifting off
to sleep when I heard him come in. Mom tried to keep her voice down,
but I heard her anyway. "I ought to ground you until the end
of the school year." She said. "But mom, I'm only 15 minutes
"Put them here!"
She said. I couldn't see what was going on, so I crept down the
"No. Not my car
keys, mom!" my brother pleaded.
"You have to be
taught to be more responsible. You're acting just like a little
By this time I was down
the stairs with one eye peeping from behind the door. I could see
my brother standing in front of my mother with his head hung down.
she continued, "if you insist on acting like a little boy,
then I will treat you like one." She simply pointed to her
I knew what that means
when she does it to me. Did she really intend to spank my brother?
"Oh mom, I'm too
old for that," he complained.
"It's either this
or the car keys, which do you choose?" She tapped her foot
impatiently to make her point.
"OK, mom. You win."
Mom just wiggled her
finger up and down. "Drop them mister. I am going to blister
that butt of yours."
I couldn't believe my
eyes (or eye, since I was still not brave enough to stick a full
head out). Here was my older brother, and he was getting a bare-bottom
spanking from mom!
I was so lost in my thought,
that I didn't realize what my fingers had done. There was a sketch
of my brother over my mother's lap, butt up in the air and her hand
swinging down towards it. There also was a shadow. I looked up and
it was Mrs. Mumbles. She grabbed me, pulled me to the front of the
class, pulled up my skirt and down my panties. As she prepared to
spank me, she said, "You've been a naughty girl and should
have been paying attention in class. Instead you're sitting there
drawing dirty pictures. Well, you won't be sitting anywhere comfortably