I Ran From A Spanking ... Once!It was in our new house. New to us, that is. I was in trouble and going to be spanked. I knew that my mother would need a few seconds to go to the kitchen closet to fetch her spanking yardstick so I took off. I ran around three corners and ducked into the one bathroom we had. I slammed the door and reached up and hooked it shut.
Feeling safe, I lowered the lid of the toilet and sat down on it and waited to see what would happen next. Arriving just a second or two later my angry mother realized that I had hooked the door and she demanded that I open it immediately. I said "No, I won't. I don't want a spanking." She said that I should open the door immediately or else. I refused.
Suddenly silence and then I saw IT! IT was rising slowly upward. It was the thin end of the fearsome yardstick and it had been inserted between the door fr
I don't remember the cause of the spanking or what happened afterwards but the sight of that yardstick slowly rising is a video that I can replay over and over and over with no loss of fidelity. This was definitely not my last spanking but it was also the only one that I ran from.