I was 10 years old and my mom had made Saturday a cleaning day and I was told I needed to clean my bedroom. It was a nice summer day and I was in no mood to be inside cleaning my room. My room was in our basement and the basement also had a door from which you could go out into the backyard, so instead of cleaning my room I snuck out to the backyard and started to practice free kicks with my soccer ball against the end wall of the house. The only windows there were some to the basement.

I had been playing in the yard for 15 minutes before mom discovered me. She told me to stop playing, get back to my room and start cleaning it. Mom went back inside for some laundry she had to put out for drying. I thought I would just take a few more free kicks before going back inside. The first two went well, but then my foot slipped on the grass and I ended up hitting the small basement window. Instead of admitting I broke the window, I hurried back to my room pretending nothing had happened.

When my mom came back to the garden with the laundry, she was pleased I had stopped playing and assumed I was in my room cleaning, but then she saw my football and the broken window. She called my dad to the yard and told him what I had done, also that I had disobeyed her by playing soccer instead of cleaning my room.

My dad started to repair the damage. As he did this, he walked past the window to my bedroom where I was hiding. He knocked on it and told me to get that room clean now. When he had repaired the damage, he went to talk with my mom in the kitchen about my behaviour.

I was in my room cleaning as told, but could hear footsteps on the basement stairs. I knew either mom or dad was on their way to deal with me.

Daddy knocked on my door and I told him to come in. He sat on my bed and then started a lecture, telling me that when he or mom tells me to do something they expect me to do it. When mom says clean your room, it means clean your room, not playing football in the backyard. Now a window had been broken because of my disobedience. I had disobeyed mom and disobeyed him because I had been warned many times about playing football in the garden.

Dad continued to say how disappointed he was in my behaviour and because of this disobedience I was now going to get a spanking. I was then asked to bend over his knee.

We were always spanked over clothed bottoms unless we lied, and our parents always used their hands. So, when I was over dad’s knee he adjusted me a little then raised his hand and then the spanking started. After the third smack I started to cry. After ten hard smacks the spanking was over.

I cried a lot, as always when I got spanked. When the spanking was over daddy gave me a hug while I cried and told me he and mom loved me but when I misbehaved it was their job to discipline me and teach me right from wrong.

I was then left alone till I stopped crying and my room was clean. When the room was clean, I called my mom and she came and inspected it. I told her I was sorry for disobeying her and she said it was forgiven and she hoped I would think of that spanking in the future, and choose to obey so I would not get spanked.

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