I am writing a book of stories from my life. It is called "Grandma's Stories." Following is one of the stories from that book.
The Only Time My Dad Spanked Me
In essence,
that title is the story. I grew up in a
world where kids got spanked. My mom
spanked me frequently. But my dad only
spanked me once in my life. That is the
main point of the story. And, well, I
deserved it. Here it is:
My parents
had friends over in the living room one evening. I think it was their supper club. A Supper Club is where there are certain
couples in the club. They take turns
hosting the other couples in their home for dinner. They meet once a month. The
group had finished dinner and were in the living room in the front of the
house, visiting. Joan, John, and I were
in the family room which was located in the back of the house. As often was the case, John and Joan started
teasing me. I don’t remember what they
were doing or saying, but they were teasing me.
I remember I was sitting in my dad’s recliner chair. I screamed. They did it again. I screamed.
My dad came in and told me not to scream again. He looked mad. He went back to the living room. They did it
again. I screamed. My dad came back. He was so mad. He grabbed me by the arm and marched me to
the top of the stairs. He spanked me
once as he sent me down the stairs, telling me not to come back up. I was devastated. Not so much from pain, but that my dad had
spanked me. It had never happened
before. I cried and cried. There you have it: the story of the only time
my dad spanked me.
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