Discipline

"You know I have to discipline you?!" "Yes, ma'am." "I hate doing this, especially since you are sick, but your behavior doesn't give me any other choice." He had had a cold with very high fever. At the doctor's recommendation she had given him soups and juices. Since he was feeling better, he wanted something more substantial and had rebelled. It ended in a tantrum and throwing a bowl of hot soup at his mother, barely missing her. Andres Gilbert was glad his mother wasn't a very tough disciplinarian.
Yvonne Gilbert, who was dark haired and good looking for her age, left the room shortly to return with a wooden ruler. Andres, who was a miniature copy of his mother, was standing by now. Because he still spent most of the time in bed, he was only wearing his pajama. "Please turn, so that your back is facing me." Yvonne ordered. Andres complied. Yvonne didn't want to embarrass her twelve year old son more than necessary, so she only pulled down the back of the pj bottoms, leaving them above his knees. "Please hold up the top for me." Again Andres followed his mother's orders. She took a step to the side. Then she smacked the ruler down. Andres grunted. The next was slightly harder. Andres was better prepared, so he didn't make a sound, even though it hurt like the dickens. Yvonne alternated the next three strokes between hard, soft and very hard. She was softer, when she spanked Andres' sit spots. She didn't want to overdo it, so she stopped after the seventh smack. The ruler had left red marks. Andres had cried out sometimes. The spanking hadn't been hard enough to make him cry, but he had learned his lesson. Yvonne told him he could get dressed and ordered him back to bed, emphasizing it with a swat to his now clothed butt. "What about lunch a little bit later? Would you like pancakes with blueberry sauce?" "Yes, Mom, that would be great." Yvonne was nearly out of the door, when he said: "I'm sorry, Mom." "That's okay, honey."

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