"Chrissie, I'm leaving
now!" I shouted up the stairs. I hated leaving my 11-year-old daughter
alone, but I wouldn't be gone that long to church and the trip to
market afterwards. "Are you going to be OK, sweetie, and are you
sure you don't need anything from the store?"
"I'm OK, mom. My stomach
hurts, that's all. You better hurry or you will be late."
She was right. I was
running late. I suppose it will be OK; just an upset stomach on
her part, not even a decent fever. I guess she'll be all right for
the two hours it will take to go to services and get some shopping
I made church just as
the services began, and was embarrassed when it came time for the
collection. I didn't have my purse in my bag! It was only then that
I remembered taking it out to pay for the pizza the previous night.
I made a mental IOU to the Lord, and silently passed the plate.
Clearly I couldn't go to the store without my purse.
I had to go to the store.
I had my brother, Jay, his wife and their two daughters and my sister
with her daughter and twin boys coming over for Sunday dinner. I
needed to pick up a couple of items. It was lucky for me that home
wasn't too far out of the way to the store.
It was lucky for me,
but unlucky for Chrissie. As I got out of the car, and could hear
her stereo going from the driveway. I'm always after her for playing
that thing too loud. "She's sick and should be resting," I said
to myself. I decided to go directly to her room and tell her to
turn it down.
I don't know who was
more shocked: Chrissie or me, when I opened the door to her room.
There she was, sitting on her bed, in the arms of Warren, the 12-year-old
boy from down the block. She didn't notice me immediately since
the two of them were too busy kissing to pay much attention to their
"Chrissie!" I screamed
over the music. That got the pair's attention. Warren jumped up
trying to straighten his pants and Chrissie just sat there in shock.
To be honest, I don't think anything "serious" happened, but I knew
I had to nip this thing in the bud or there'd be no telling what
kind of problems these two would be having.
I just pointed to the
door, and yelled, "Get out of here!" Warren needed no additional
encouragement, and bolted from the room. It didn't even occur to
me to see him out, or to check to see if he actually left the house.
My suspicion was that he didn't stop running until he got to his
house or further.
I walked over to the
stereo and turned it off. "Now you, young lady have a lot of explaining
to do. First there is ... 'this'," I said making a sweeping gesture
with my arm across her room. "Then there is lying to me. You obviously
made up that story about being sick just so you'd have some time
alone with that boy."
Chrissie broke down
and started crying, "I'm sorry mommy."
"Not as sorry as you
are going to be," I countered. "Get yourself downstairs, now!"
She followed me down
to the parlor where I had her stand in the corner. "I want your
face in that corner until I get back from the store. I'm going to
pick up a couple of things, and then start dinner, and then I will
deal with you."
It was a good thing
I had this errand to run. It gave me a chance to burn off some steam.
I had to be careful to keep my mind on my driving.
As I pulled back into
the driveway, I noticed my brother's car there. My sister-in-law,
had said that she would come over early to show me how to fix a
special dish. When I got in the house, I was greeted by my guests.
Gloria came over and hugged me, and Jay gave me a kiss. "Hi Aunt
Mary," my nieces piped in. "Hi, Kirstin, Becky!" I returned.
I turned myself to the
group and said, "If you'll excuse me, there is a problem I need
to address with Chrissie." Turning to my daughter I said, "Back
in the corner with you!"
Chrissie meekly marched
herself into the parlor and assumed her position.
"What's wrong, Aunt
Mary," the girls asked.
"Chrissie, did something
wrong. I don't want to talk about it with you." Gloria gave me that
quizzitive look. I cocked my head to indicate that she join me in
the kitchen where I promptly filled her in on what I caught Chrissie
Gloria listened intently.
"I think you're right, Mary. You do need to punish her. In fact,
if you don't mind, do tell my girls why Chrissie is being punished.
It will give them something to think about. This could be a good
lesson for them too." Jay was passing through the kitchen at the
time and merely nodded his assent. I like that about my brother,
a man of few words, and sage advice.
Before I could continue,
the rest of my guests arrived: Wendy and her brood. We went through
another round of "Hello, Aunt Mary" and I returned, "Brenda, Josh,
Jason, how are all of you doing?" I figured it was probably better
to get this out of the way sooner than later so we could all get
on with dinner.
"Everybody," I announced,
"Come here into the parlor." I called Chrissie from her corner.
"Chrissie, face your aunts, uncle and cousins."
I stood behind Chrissie
and announced to the entire family that Chrissie was being punished.
"And why is mommy punishing you?" I asked. Chrissie looked down
and mumbled. "Louder, honey, and look at everybody. Don't be rude."
"I .. I lied to mommy."
"What kind of a lie?"
"I told her I was sick
so I could stay home from church."
"And why did you want
to stay home?"
"A boy ... I had a boy
"And what did I tell
you about having people in the house when I was gone?"
"I'm not supposed to
I decided to let it
go at that. I really didn't want to press her about what she and
the boy were doing, or intended to do. I decided I didn't want to
know the answer.
"OK, it's time to pay,
Chrissie." I asked Jay to get one of the chairs from the kitchen.
I sent his girls off to fetch the hairbrush from my bedroom.
"Mommy, please!" Chrissie
pleaded. "Don't spank me in front of them."
I relented just a little.
"I'll tell you what, dear. I will turn the chair around so you won't
have to see them watching you get spanked."
She stood beside me
and made to get over her lap. I stopped her and pulled down her
skirt and panties. She didn't object at all, and got over my lap
as quickly as possible to hide her shame.
I picked up the hairbrush
and spanked her addressing our audience as I went along. "Young
ladies need to be careful. They can get hurt - a lot more than this
spanking is hurting you. You have to be very careful with boys.
Don't be with them alone. I don't know what you were thinking about,
but I'll give you something else to think about. You'll remember
this every time you sit down for the rest of the week."
"Kirstin, Becky, Brenda,
Josh, Jason ... this goes for you too. Listen to your parents. Don't
be foolish, or you may have to have some sense spanked into you
like Chrissie here."
As soon as I completed
my spanking of Chrissie, she got up dancing around and rubbing her
rear end. She was totally oblivious to the fact that she was jumping
around, skirt and panties around her knees, in front of her ogling
and embarrassed cousins. Her aunts and uncle were trying to surpress
I drew Chrissie to me.
"It's OK dear." I kissed her on the forehead. "Don't lie to mommy
again and don't have anybody over unless I'm here, and don't see
Warren ever again. Now go upstairs and wash up for dinner."