Ken, Victoria’s daddy had volunteered to pick me up at the
airport. I settled nicely in Ken's spare room knowing their house rules about
neat rooms I made sure I unpacked and put everything away neatly. Ken's wife
Liz was impressed, my last visit I had trouble with this rule and Mama had to
be called. Thank God that I got off with a firm chewing out by both Mama and
Liz. I was determined to have an uneventful visit; well on the discipline side
of things. Ken and Liz were well aware of my need for 'me' time. When I need
'me' time I need it now! If I don't get it attitude, meltdowns, and all kinds of
punishable behaviours come out. They knew the signs and were always sure that I
got my 'me' time when I visited.
The first week went off without a hitch. Victoria and I were
both well-behaved. After all, we could have fun without breaking the rules. Week
two was completely different. I found myself easily annoyed. I was upset that
Victoria had to work a couple shifts that week; this was supposed to be our
time. Ken had sensed that I was at my breaking point, I needed 'me' time. It
was just Ken and I in the house. Both Liz and Victoria were working. I started
being completely obnoxious. Ken lowered the paper he was reading to look at me.
"Why are you acting like a bored seven-year-old?"
"I'm not!"
"Stop!"
Ken went back to his reading. Seconds later his paper was
lowered again.
"Sunshine!"
"I'm not doing anything."
"Sunshine, you are."
"Not!"
"Enough! Victoria will be home soon."
Mocking what Ken just said pushed the line a little farther.
"Okay! Enough! You need some alone time. Go to your
room and balance yourself out."
"No!"
"One!"
I crossed my arms determined not to move.
"Two!"
I dug my heels in a little more, and Ken noticed.
"Sunshine? You really want to go down this road?"
Reverting back to being seven I jumped up off the couch.
Waving my arms like an idiot I stormed off to my room, yelling about everything
under the sun, a very mature moment which ended with me nearly taking the door
off its hinges when I slammed it shut. To Ken's credit, he didn't immediately
follow me but I knew he would eventually. Thirty minutes later my cell phone
rang. Oh no, I thought when I saw Mama's number on the screen.
"Hi?” I said meekly.
"How dare you?"
I didn't have anything to say. Clearly, Ken had called her.
If I said it didn't happen, I would be lying; if I admitted to it, I'm sure my
ear would still be ringing today. I decided silence was best.
"Are you listening to me?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"YOU DO NOT BEHAVE LIKE THAT EVER!!"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"YOU KNOW THIS!"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"I am beyond upset and disappointed in you."
"I'm sorry."
"Do I need to have Ken put you on a plane home
tomorrow?"
"Please, Mama. Don't do that."
"You think you deserve to stay after behaviour like
that?"
"I can be better."
"Oh, you will be better after a severe spanking."
'Mama, no?"
"YES! And you will do everything Ken tells you to do."
"But..."
"No buts. You take your punishment there or you come
home tomorrow and take your punishment here. Those are your choices."
"I want to stay."
"Then you do as Ken says and NO MORE of that
behaviour."
"I didn't mean it."
"You know better than that."
"I'm sorry, Mama."
"Now say goodbye and get in the corner."
"Goodbye, Mama."
"Goodbye."
Placing my phone on the dresser I submitted to the corner. I
was freaking Ken had never spanked me. One hour later I heard Ken open my
bedroom door. Taking hold of my wrist Ken directed me to sit for a 'chat'.
"Your Mama and I spent the last half hour talking about
your 'little' tantrum."
"I'm sorry, Ken."
"Well Sunshine, I'm sorry isn't good enough."
"I won't do it again."
"I'm going to make sure of that."
"Please, don't spank me."
"Let me tell you what is going to happen to you. You
were told to pack your hairbrush."
"Yes, Sir."
"You're getting 100 with that brush. And it's bare
bottom."
"Please?"
"You're getting your mouth washed out for the cussing
too."
"No, Ken?"
"YES! You're getting your hands strapped as well"
"Why?"
"Why? Why?! For almost taking the bedroom door off its
hinges."
"I didn't mean to."
"You get your brush."
"I don't want to."
"Do you want to call your, Mama? You know what she'll
say?"
Knowing Mama would make me come home I submitted to
retrieving my hairbrush. Meanwhile, Ken sat on the bed preparing to put me over
his knee. Returning to his side Ken took the brush from my hand. Tears were
escaping from my eyes. I did feel guilty about my behaviour but I was scared of
Ken's spankings. I'd seen him spank Victoria before; I didn't know how she
handled it. She once told me that Ken's hands felt like they were made of
steel. I couldn't imagine what it felt like when he was reeling an implement. I
didn't want to find out.
"I wasn't trying to act up."
"I gave you a number of chances to balance yourself
out. Didn't I?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You should have listened."
"Yes, Sir."
"Take your jeans down, please."
"I don't want to."
"What would happen if you said that to your Mama?"
"I'd get more."
"Do you want more?"
"No, Sir."
"I'm going to ask you one more time to take your jeans
down."
I was up against a wall. I had no choice. I made my bed I
had to lie in it now. Obediently, I undid my button, unzipped my fly, and
wiggled out of my jeans. Ken pointed to my panties. Biting the bullet and with
my last bit of courage, I pulled them to my knees. Clumsily, I found myself over
Ken's knee for the first time.
"I'm scared."
"We're going to get this over with."
"Yes, Sir."
The first stroke connected with the centre of my right
cheek. The sting was incredible; ninety-nine to go. Ken wasn't joking when he
said we were going to get it over with. No breaks in between strokes just 100%
discipline. Left, right, left, right, lower, upper, lower, upper. At stroke
fifty Ken lowered the brush long enough to have a short talk with me.
"I don't ever want to see this type of behaviour
again."
"You won't, Sir," I forced out through a stream of
tears.
"You're grounded for the rest of today."
I dropped my head, Victoria and I had plans to go shopping
when she got home.
"Was it worth it?"
"No, Sir."
"There will be an assignment for you to complete after
we are done."
"But you're spanking me already. Why do I have to be
grounded too?"
Ken's bare hand connected with my bare bottom full force
twenty times. Victoria was right Ken's hand was made of steel.
"Because your Mama said so!"
"Yes, Sir."
"Let's get this over with."
"Please, Ken? No more?"
"Fifty more!"
"Please?"
The spanking continued, stroke after stroke teaching me
to behave in Ken's home. By the time the last stroke landed, I was a complete
pool of sobs with a bruising bottom. Ken lowered me to my knees and cuddled me
close as I calmed myself down.
"Now isn't it easier to just do as you are told in the
first place?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Go get the strap off the dresser."
"Do you have to strap my hands?"
"Yes!"
"How many times?"
"Five each."
Just wanting it to be over I fetched the strap. Not sure if
I could pull my panties and jeans up I stumbled back to Ken's side.
"You know better to slam or throw things around."
"I'm sorry, Ken,"
"Hands out together."
Five strokes were to remind me not to slam doors in any kind
of rage. The sting in my hands was going to be staying for a long time into the
evening.
"Let's go into the bathroom."
"Can I pull my jeans up?"
"Yes, Sunshine"
Entering the attached bathroom I knew what was next. Ken was
working up a nice lather on the bar of soap that was soon to enter my mouth.
"Open, little girl."
"I don't want to."
"Do you have a choice?"
"No, Sir."
"Do as you're told or do we need more of the
brush?"
My mouth immediately opened. Five minutes of eternity went
by as I forced myself to keep the soap in my mouth. I didn't want another dose
of the brush. Ken re-entered the bathroom to reprieve me from my own inflicted
torture.
"I'm sorry, Ken."
"I know you are and I know you won't do this
again."
"I won't, Sir."
"Your assignment is on the bed. It's to be completed
before your Mama calls you at 8 tonight. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Any questions?"
"Can I come out for dinner?"
"Yes, you can if you feel balanced!"
"Yes, Sir. What are you going to tell Victoria about
the shopping trip?"
"The truth of course. No phone. No computer. No
iPod."
"I understand, Sir."
Walking past Ken out of the bathroom I headed to the bed. There
laid my assignment just as Ken said next to it was the hairbrush that just
warmed my bottom. Ken's voice startled me as I went to pick it up.
"It stays there, Sunshine."
"Pardon?"
"Your Mama says it stays there until she is sure you
have completely learned your lesson."
"Yes, Sir."
With that, I was left in my room to reflect on the last few
hours. My assignment was a list of apology letters I was to write. Lowering
myself gently I took up residence on the floor. I wanted to be done before
dinner. As I went to work I had no idea that my behaviour today was going to
affect the house for the rest of the week. I hadn’t realized how late it had
gotten as I completed my assignment. I didn't even hear Victoria open my
bedroom door. She completely startled me as she started talking.
"Sunshine?"
"Hey, Victoria."
"Don't hey me. Daddy told me we can't go out because of
‘your’ behaviour."
Her tone told me she was pissed.
"I'm sorry I ruined our night, Victoria."
"Well, I'm sorry you even came."
Slamming the door she exited the bedroom. She was really
upset about the mall. I felt bad, I really did but I couldn't help but think
Victoria's behaviour was a little childish. Actually, I was really hurt by her
behaviour. Did she really not want me here anymore? I started thinking that I
should have just had Ken put me on a plane home. I was pretty down by the time
Liz entered the room.
"Sunshine."
"Please, not you too?"
"Hey, why are you so upset? I just came to get you for
dinner."
"Can I please just stay in here?"
"Why do you want to stay here?"
"Victoria hates me. She doesn't want me here."
"You don't know that."
"I do. She told me so."
"She told you when?"
"A little while ago she said I ruined everything and
shouldn't have come."
"Oh sweetie, I'm sorry she's behaving like that. She
was told to leave you alone."
"Maybe Ken should put me on a plane tomorrow?"
"No, Sunshine. Now come out for dinner."
Obediently I allowed Liz to take my hand and lead me to the
table. I sat in my spot at the table waiting. Dinner was barely plated when
Victoria started with her tantrum. I felt like I was in the schoolyard with a
bully.
"How come SHE gets to sit at the dinner table?"
"Baby Girl, that’s not your decision and drop that tone," Ken ordered.
"Oh sure, take Little Miss Ruiner's side."
"Victoria, you do not speak to Daddy like that,"
Liz piped in.
"Ken, she does have a reason to be mad at me," I
interrupted.
"I don't need you sticking up for me," Victoria
hollered.
"Victoria, that’s enough," Liz warned.
In what seemed like one huge stride Ken leaped from his
chair, took a hold of Victoria, and removed her from the room. Liz and I soon
heard a whole lot of lecturing, spanking, and pleading.
"Liz, can I go back to my room now."
"Sunshine, you need to eat."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Both Liz and I jumped as we heard Ken’s stern voice fill the
house again.
“You take those pants down right now.”
“Daddy no,” was followed by the loud ring of bare flesh on
bare flesh. We could hear Victoria’s pleading and crying from miles away. Ten
minutes later a red-faced Ken returned to the table to finish his meal.
An hour later the house was finally quiet. Victoria was
restricted to her room and me to mine. Ken and Liz were downstairs watching a
movie. I was so upset and stressed about things I decided that I just had to
have a smoke. Something I promised Mama I wouldn't do. I was better than that.
I wasn't a smoker anymore.
Quietly and quickly I slipped out of my room to where
Victoria had left her smokes. Taking one I ran back to my room. With the window
open I quickly consumed that one cigarette. Five minutes later I felt instant
regret I knew better. Ken has always had this habit of checking the whole house
before turning in. When he peered into my room he noticed the bedside table
light on. He entered to turn it off.
"Ken?"
Jumping he asked, "What are you still doing up?"
"I can't sleep, Sir."
"Victoria had no right to treat you that way."
"I know, Sir."
"Then, why are you still up crying?"
"Please, can you just spank me and not tell Mama?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I took one of Victoria's cigarettes."
"Did you smoke it?"
Looking into his eyes I shook my head yes as tears started
to flow again.
"It was so stupid. Mama's going to be so disappointed.
She's going to make me come home."
"Here's what I'm going to do. If you can tell me
exactly how your Mama would punish you; not leaving one tiny thing out, I will
discipline you and leave it up to you if you tell her."
"Thank you, Ken."
"But so help me God if you smoke one more time in my
house this trip, next trip, a trip a year down the road I will tell her about
that one and this one."
"There won't be a next time."
"There better not. Well!?"
"She'd spank me....hard....with the hairbrush."
"And?"
"She'd strap my hands, a lot of times."
"How many?"
"Maybe ten? Mama just does it I never know how
many."
"What else?"
"She'd wash my mouth out."
"Well, there's no time like the present, out of that
bed."
Ken took up position at the end of the bed as I climbed out
from under the covers.
"Get me the hairbrush."
"Yes, Sir."
I was again by Ken's side about to get a blistering. Remembering
our deal I bared my bottom. Mama would insist on a bare-bottom spanking. I
lowered myself over Ken's knee.
"Hard you say?"
"Very hard, I know I'm not allowed to smoke."
"I suggest you prepare yourself."
The brush connected with its target; over and over again.
Having been spanking earlier my bottom wore out far faster. Ken soon had a
pinned, crying, and sorry little girl on his hands. Ken had just let me up when
Liz walked in wondering the reason for all the noise. Ken forced me to tell her
what I had done.
"Ken, I would like to finish her spanking off."
"I'll leave you to it, Liz."
Now this was something I was used to. Liz usually handled my
discipline when I visited.
"Did we not talk about this at length the last time you
visited?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"You told me you didn't want to smoke any more."
"I know; I'm sorry."
"Well, Ken looked after your butt. I'm going to deal
with your hands."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"What hand did you light it with?"
"My right one."
"Get it out."
I found myself very obedient.
"10! And you do not move."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Ten strokes landed across my hand. I was crying and begging
by stroke number four.
"If you ever touch a cigarette in this house
again…"
"I won't."
"I want you back in bed."
"Aren't you washing my mouth out?"
"Do I need to?"
"No, Liz."
"Is it going to happen again?"
"No, Liz."
"Get into that bed."
I wasn't in bed ten minutes and my bedroom door opened. I
thought Liz had changed her mind. I rolled over to see Victoria standing over
me. I had nothing to say to her.
"Sunshine?"
"What?"
"Can I talk to you?"
"I guess."
"I'm sorry, Sunshine. I didn't mean what I said."
"Yes, you did."
"Okay, I did a little at the time but I'm sorry. Please
don't stop being my friend."
"Did he whip you hard?"
"Yeah, big time; you too?"
"Oh yeah, twice."
"I'm sorry I stressed you into smoking."
"It was my choice."
"I shouldn't have behaved like that."
"We're going to get caught."
"Goodnight, Sunshine."
"Goodnight, Victoria."
"Do you forgive me?"
"I guess."
"Still friends?"
"Yes, we're still friends now get out of here before
Ken and Liz hear us."
Victoria exited leaving me to soothe myself to sleep. It
didn't take long.
It was going into my final week
visiting Victoria, Ken, and Liz. Victoria and I had long since patched up our
hard feelings about having our shopping trip taken away. In fact, we had been so
well-behaved together that both Mama and Ken agreed to let us go out on the
town that Thursday evening. We were excited; it was wing and karaoke night,
both our favourites.
Ken and Mama had quite a
conversation about rules and consequences for the evening. I think both our
heads started to spin as Ken listed them off before we were allowed to go:
·
We were to be dressed
appropriately.
·
There was to be NO
excessive drinking. Four drinks was our limit.
·
There had better not
be ANY smoking of any kind! (Sunshine)
·
We were NOT taking a
car! We were to take a taxi with the cab money Ken gave us.
·
Curfew was 1am. And he
and Liz would be waiting up for us.
Released from our lecture we
hurriedly dressed appropriately for both the club and Ken’s approval. Ken
reminded us one more time when curfew was as we climbed into our cab. Five
times that evening we promised to be good. I think we had every intention of keeping
that promise but…the alcohol took our brains.
It was 3am when the bus let us
off in front of the laneway. It didn’t take a genius to figure out from
looking at us that we had way more than four drinks. Ken and Liz must have been
pacing at the door. We were barely halfway up the laneway when we noticed
them on the porch. I’m still not sure how long it took us to get up that laneway but man when we did. It’s never a good thing when Liz speaks first.
“Get in the living room, now!” Liz
demanded.
Very tipsily we obeyed.
“Did I tell you two to sit?” Liz
continued.
We wobbled our way around the
coffee table. Ken and Liz took our places on the couch. It was a sight of two
teenage daughters looking down at their unimpressed parents. Ken was too quiet.
It was never a good sign when Ken was this quiet. Finally, Ken found his voice
and it wasn’t going to be good.
“3 in the morning? 3am GIRLS? Are
you kidding? I thought you were dead.” Ken hollered.
“Sorry, Daddy,” Victoria nervously
whispered.
“And why, exactly, did I, see you two
getting off the city bus?”
“It was cheaper,” I blurted out.
“Cheaper?! I gave you money for a
taxi. Didn’t I, Sunshine?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And just where is that money?”
“We…um…spent it at the bar, Sir,”
lowering my voice.
“On what, Sunshine?”
Softly I whispered, “Drinks.”
“Pardon? I didn’t hear you.”
“Drinks!”
“Victoria! You spent the taxi
money on drinks?!”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Please tell me that the drinks
were more money than you thought? I know you had enough money for what you were
allowed to drink tonight! Tell me they were fifteen-dollar drinks?”
“I can’t, Daddy.”
“Because it would be a lie?
Wouldn’t, Sunshine?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I found myself looking at the
floor; trying to sink into it.
“How many, Sunshine? How many
drinks did you and my ‘well behaved obedient’ little girl have? I want to know how many times I was disobeyed tonight.”
“I lost count after seven,” I
answered towards the floor.
“Ken, I have a question,” Liz
interrupted. Ken nodded at Liz to continue.
“Just at what point did you two
decide it was a SAFE idea to spend your taxi money and take the bus?”
“I’m sorry, Momma. We weren’t
thinking,” Victoria whispered.
“You put yourself at risk. You
knew better! You should have called,” Liz lectured.
“We didn’t want to get in trouble,”
I blurted out.
“You are in trouble. More so now,”
Liz yelled.
“Ken, please don’t call Mama.”
“Sunshine, it’s 3 o’clock in the
morning, you disobeyed her and you smell like a carton of cigarettes! What did
you think I would do?”
“Ken, I’m sorry,” tears started to
fall through my drunken haze.
Ken had enough. Victoria and I
were left standing in front of Liz as Ken headed to bed shaking his head. Liz
was left alone to deal with us, something that was scary on a tame day. Our
drunken haze was quickly disappearing.
“I want you two showered, changed
into your little girl jammies, and in bed in 15 minutes. You are not to talk to
each other, enter each other’s rooms, or try texting each other. Am I
understood?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“I will be checking in on you! 15
minutes!”
“Yes, Mama.”
“Sunshine?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Get going! We will finish this
conversation tomorrow when you are sober and Ken is calmer.”
Obediently, Victoria and I quietly
headed to our rooms. I was showered, dressed, and lying in bed when Liz
knocked on my door.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
The door popped open. I could
hardly look Liz in the eye as she walked to beside my bed.
“You are not to get out of this
bed tonight.”
“Yes, Liz.”
“I mean it!”
“Liz?”
“What?”
“Is Ken really super angry with
us?”
“He thought you were missing, in
serious trouble, and maybe even dead. Do you think he shouldn’t be angry?”
“No, Ma’am. I wasn’t thinking
about you two. Please don’t tell Mama, please? I don’t want to disappoint her
too.”
“I will not hide this kind of
behaviour from her. You were unsafe and you know it.”
“Yes, Liz.”
“Goodnight.”
Liz left me locked in my room, too
worried about punishment to attempt to sleep. I was petrified of the punishment
to come. I don’t know what thought scared me more; being punished by Ken, being
punished by Liz, being punished by both together, or being sent home so Mama
could deal with me. Fear, regret, and remorse kept me up most of the night. I
was so relieved to see Liz enter the bedroom just as the sun was hitting its
high peak of the day.
“Ken and I have talked. We’ve
decided that I will punish you and he will punish Victoria.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“As far as telling your Mama or
not, that choice is up to you. You know what she expects of you. If we force you
to obey then you’re not really obeying.”
“Thank you, Liz for not telling
her.”
“We have some talking to do, don’t
we?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“You realize how upset we get when
you two don't do as you are supposed to?”
“I'm sorry, Liz.”
“Ken was ready to call the police
last night, do you get that?”
“We didn't mean to worry you.”
“Well, you did. Do you think that
was fair?”
“No, Ma'am.”
“Do you think Ken and I should
just let that go?”
“No, Ma'am.”
“What's going on behind those
tears? ...... Talk to me? .......Come on now, you know you don't get
disciplined without us talking first.”
“I feel really guilty. I didn't
think about how much you'd worry..... I just thought of me..... Selfish me.”
“That's something you and Mama are
working on, isn't it.”
“Yes, Ma'am.”
“What else? .... There's more
going on in there.”
“I promised Mama I wouldn't
disobey you two and I did. I did like four times over.”
“Ken and I don't expect you two to
be perfect all the time, you know that. We never have. But I think you agree
that last night was way over the line?”
“I put myself at risk over
something stupid.”
“You both did and you're both
going to be severely punished for it.”
“Yes, Liz.”
“And it had better never happen
again.”
“It won't, I promise........ Liz?
I'm sorry about the smoking.”
“You're getting your mouth washed
out for that. It's a dirty habit that I've punished you once for already.”
“Please, anything but that?”
“Oh, no, you, don't. Did you not
promise me it wouldn't happen again only a week ago?”
“Yes, Ma'am.”
“I thought you didn't want to be a
smoker anymore?”
“I don't.”
“Then you need correction. Right?”
Timidly I shook my head yes as
tears flowed faster. I couldn't really say no after all she was right. I needed
correction on a whole different level. Putting myself at risk, due to
disobedience, was never acceptable in Mama's eyes and I knew it. Doing it while
I was in someone else's charge was even worse.
“Now you march to the bathroom,
pick out a bar of soap, and bring it to me.”
Submissively, I did as I was
instructed, returning with the worst brand of soap I could find. The implement
line along the dresser made me want to run away.
“Hand me that soap and bare that
naughty bottom of yours!”
Liz's voice pulled me back to
reality but I hesitated in obeying. A loud crack from down the hall made me
jump into action. I guess Victoria's spanking was starting. Bare I stood in
front of Liz waiting for more direction. Soon, I was manhandled into position
over Liz's knee. The hairbrush was to be the implement of choice. No hand
spanking, no warm-up, just 100% punishment, and I had better hold on.
The hairbrush left its mark
immediately; I was fire red with bruises forming before Liz's arm tired.
Sobbing and fighting for a calm breath I knelt in front of Liz. I could still
hear Victoria's pleas followed by cracking from down the hall. I had a feeling
that my spanking was tame compared to hers'. I knew Liz wasn't close to through
with me yet. I looked up at the hairbrush in my face.
“Put that on the dresser and bring
me back a strap.”
Knowing I deserved every lick of
this punishment I followed her directions. Returning with the heaviest strap
that was laid out I soon found myself tummy down on the bed. Feet kicking,
pillow grabbing, and screams of pain filled that bedroom with a good ten-minute
strapping. I knew I was going to be severely bruised, marked, and sore but I
also knew that in order for me to forgive myself I needed this amount of
punishment. I knew it and so did Liz. This caused Liz to adopt a do it right
the first time philosophy when punishing me early on. I was one submissive well-punished sobbing exhausted little girl by the time Liz was ready to lower that
horrible strap. I tried to listen to Liz through all my tears.
“Sunshine? ..... Look at me.”
I pushed my hair out of my soaked
swollen red eyes as I turned my head to look at Liz.
“You are to spend the next 30
minutes in the corner. Up you get.”
Slowly trying not to sit on my
sore behind I rose. Crying I looked into Liz's eyes once again.
“Open!”
Any hope that Liz had forgotten about the
soap was chased away as Liz placed the soap in my awaiting mouth.
“If you spit that out accidentally
or not, you WILL find yourself back over my knee”
Shaking my head yes I tried to
make Liz understand that I had no want to try that trick ever again. Leading me
to the corner I was left alone to think about how I could grow from this
punishment. Thirty minutes later Liz allowed me to rinse my foaming mouth. I
had a feeling there was to be more to Victoria and my punishment.
“Go get your phone and laptop,
Sunshine.”
I obeyed handing over the only two
electronics Mama had allowed me to bring with me.
“Both you and Victoria are
grounded for the rest of today.”
“Yes, Ma'am”
“You are not allowed out of this
room without permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Liz.”
“This had better never happen
again.”
“I promise, never again.”
“Time will tell.”
There was to be no more
conversation about it. I knew what I was expected to do. Stay in my room and
think about things. I thought and thought, after about two hours I knew I had
to be 100% honest about everything. I took a chance that Liz would listen to my
reason; not excuse for being out of my room. Timidly, I walked up behind Liz's
chair as she was watching her TV show. I think I made her jump as I spoke.
“Liz?”
“Sunshine? What are you doing? Get
yourself around here so I can see you.”
I obeyed nervous thinking that Liz
was just going to reach up and pull me over her knee. When this didn't happen I
started picking my fingernails.
“Speak up, Sunshine.”
“Can I please have my phone just
for a bit?”
“Why?”
“I need to call, Mama.”
Deciding that my REASON was a
worthy one my phone was briefly released to me. I could feel that I was being watched with interest as I fumbled through dialing Mama's number. I slowly walked
back to my bedroom as I listened to the ringing.
“Hi, Mama”
Closing the door behind me, I
threw myself on the bed, tummy down as I prepared to confess.
