This story contains the spanking of a child.  If that will upset you,
please skip it.


A Promise

**

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn," I answered Mom when she asked
if I would mind a boy babysitter. "Why couldn't you get Sharon?"

"She's busy and I don't have many options since you tear through
babysitters like a mower through grass.  You will do fine with Clyde."

I wanted to check him out before mom left and waited for him by the
door.  As soon as I heard the first knock, I whipped the door open and
he was knocking on air.

"You must be Gail," he said, "I'm Clyde."  He offered his hand for a
shake.

"I guessed," I answered and shook his hand, squeezing it as hard as I
possibly could.

"I hear you can be a handful," he said.

"Worried?" I asked.

Mom came up and ran through the usual spiel.  She told him to use
whatever methods he thought best to make me behave.  She just said that
to scare me but it didn't work.  As soon as she left I said, "I'm
hungry!"

We went into the kitchen, which is where most household accidents
happen.  One did.  I accidentally microwaved a sealed bag of
marshmallows.  The inside of the microwave resembled the last scene
from Ghostbusters.  Clyde hustled me over to a kitchen chair and forced
me to sit on his lap.

"When was the last time you were spanked?"

"Never.  Spanking is abuse.  If you spank me, I call 911," I informed
him.

"You do need a spanking and on your bare bottom too."

"PERVERT!" I yelled.

"With this," he grabbed a wooden spoon from the counter.

He managed to get me over his knee and get my pants down but he paid in
blood from my scratching and biting.  His first smack didn't really
hurt much but by the sixth or seventh my bottom was stinging as if it
had a sunburn.  I kicked and yelled cuss words, but my bottom was
getting scorching hot.  I started crying and begged him to stop.

"Are you telling me that you are ready to behave like a young lady
now?" he asked and gave me another smack.

"Yes!"

"When I'm finished warming your bottom, *smack* you are going to stand
in the corner. *smack* If I have any more problems with you *smack* we
do this again. *smack*  Understood?" *smack*

I was crying so hard then that all I could do was nod.  He put me down,
pulled my pants up and gave me a shove toward the corner.  When he
finished cleaning the oven, he led me to the couch and put his arm
around me.

"That wasn't fun for me either, Gail.  I prefer enjoying your company
to tanning your backside.  If you don't know that you can be a good
girl for the rest of the day, you should spend more time in the corner.
 If you can promise me that you will behave, I'll give you a hug and
we'll watch some TV together."

I gave him a hug and he took it, so that was a promise.