Paddled My 10 Year Old Nephew; He Deserved And Needed It.
If a boy ever needed a good paddling this was it… (and I dare you to tell me I was wrong)
Jay dumped a gallon of cold water over his little sister’s head. Mary was six years old and Jay was all of ten. I watched this five-second attack from the kitchen window. Andy, all of 13, was as stunned open mouthed as me. I moved rapidly into the cold, winter afternoon and picked up the soaked and freezing little Mary. Jay was aiming the garden hose in our direction. He had already sprayed his little sister. She was soaking wet. It was 30-degrees and cloudy. I moved quickly and got her into the bathroom tub. Andy and I got her wet clothes off. She was literally trembling as I got the hot shower spray going. I told the 13 year old to get his clothes off and get into the warming tub with his sister. She was scared. By the time I departed both were in the filling, hot tub. Safe and warm.
I got the little culprit. Jay was outside the bathroom door. I grabbed his arm and marched him to the ba
Andy was getting dressed as was Mary. I asked the older boy to get the paddle. Both kids gave me an apprehensive look. Andy knew what was next. His little brother was getting a bottom-blistering. I needed to calm. I called my sister.
Oh, no she cried. He’s just a little boy. He’s too young for the paddle. Talk with him, give him some jello and sit him on your lap and he’ll understand. Yeah, babe…he’ll understand. (Jell-o?) I dialed my brother-in-law who advised the razor strap stung best. I got one parental green light, not that I needed it. My sister thought the paddle was some historic wood-work.
Can you believe the kid was watching television like it was just another day. Playing with himself, no less. At 10? Comfortable and laid-back on the couch, naked from the waist down clicking the remote. Andy was with me. I told the older boy to stand back. I picked the disobedient little **** off the couch, and carried him under my arm, found a chair, sat down, and plopped him face down directly atop my left knee. I steadied him, pulled one arm behind his back and held him tightly in place. His little cherub-butt glowing and glistening like the day he was born. Not for long...
Oh, boy, good-God, that first slap could’ve been heard down the street. Pleased, I gave him a ringing, stinging eight more. His naked buttocks were ablaze with honest retribution. I said not a word during this needed paddle-spanking. It took all of 15 seconds to complete this attitude adjustment. He had plenty to say besides ouch. The profanity, the screams, squirming, legs flapping, as his bare-bottom got good and blistered. Done, I stood him up and he doubled over falling to the couch clutching his very stung and very red rear-end. Legs kicking and crying, I left him in to catch-up on his television.
That is exhausting work.
Yeah, this was one definite learning moment.
See: Paddled my 12 year old Nephew...in this group (Andy gets a licking for smoking)