My daughter and I spend New Year with my mom and dad, and during that time dad told the story about when I was 12 years old and was caught playing with fireworks.
It was 1 January 1997, and I had been allowed to visit one my friends, a boy named Thomas, during my time at his house. Thomas and I found some small fireworks that were left over from the night before and we started to light some of them and tie some of them together to maybe get a bigger explosion. Of course, it made some noise and Thomas’s mom came out.
When she saw what we did, she scolded us a lot. When she was done yelling, she sent Thomas to his room and she told me to go home. What I did not know was that while I walked home, she called my parents. So, when I got home mom and dad was very angry with me and I got a good telling-off about how dangerous fireworks were and, being 12, I knew better than to play with fire and fireworks. My dad then told me to go to my room and wait for him, and when he had calmed down he would come to my room and then I was going to get a spanking.
I sat on my bed crying softly. 20 minutes later, dad entered my bedroom. He sat on my bed and had me stand in front of him while he gave me a short lecture again to make sure I understood how dangerous what we had done was, and then he explained how mom and him still loved me and wanted me to be safe. To make me understand how serious this was, I was now going to get a spanking.
Because of my Christian upbringing, daddy did not believe it was okay for him to see my bare bottom and private parts, so he always spanked me over my clothed bottom. That does not mean the spankings did not hurt. They hurt a lot!
Daddy guided me over his knee and when was in position he raised his hand and started the spanking. As always, after 3 or 4 smacks I cried a lot, but the spanking was not over. Normally, daddy gave me double my age in smacks, but this time because I had put my life in danger by playing with fireworks, this time it was triple age in smacks. That meant I got 36 hard smacks and I was just crying and crying, then crying some more like a very little girl.
When the spanking was over, daddy helped me up from his knee and while I cried he hugged me and told it was over and all was forgiven now. I did sit on a pillow during dinner that night.
My daughter was very silent after the story. Hopefully, I won’t catch her with fireworks later in life.