Goodboys don't learn...

Originally posted on Yahoo 360 on Wednesday September 5, 2007 - 11:26pm (CDT)

The other day Terry came home to report that he had cussed 9 times in a single day.

NINE!!!

On top of it he tried to talk me out of punishing him for it, claiming that it was just a bad day and there was nothing more to be said about it. Funny I don’t remember ever saying that the rules only applied on good days or that he got a free pass because things didn’t go his way. We all have those dark cloud days. If we all used them as excuses to act as ugly as we wanted the human race would exterminate itself in a matter of weeks. Such things spread, and we have more than enough ugliness in this world without choosing to make more.

So no, no clemency for Terry; in fact his attitude just made things worse. My number one rule is that when you behave badly you face the consequences; you don’t try to duck out.

I punished him severely.

His punishment started with 9 minutes in the corner, 9 clothespins clipped to his privates. When they came off he asked for permission to rub the ache. I told him no, we were just getting started on his punishment. That was when he first realized just how much trouble he was in.

Next came 900 assorted swats and strokes.

First he got 50 on each cheek, 50 on the back of each thigh and 50 on the inside of each thigh with the flyswatter.

Next came 50 each place with the groove strap.

After that, 50 in each place with the candy strap.

And then it was time to get out the rod for the last part of his punishment: 9 hard strokes on his shaft. He was still sore from the clothespins so they were very hard for him to endure.

He’d been crying since we started using the groove strap, but now he become incoherent with sobs.

After they were done I let him catch his breath for a few minutes then told him to get the hot sauce. New fear, he was afraid it was going to be rubbed into his welts. I did that to him once and they burned all night. But no, I only made him put 9 drops on his tongue, plus an extra 3 for balking at my order to fetch the bottle. Then I put him back in the corner.

After that you’d think he’d learn, but apparently not. He just reported swearing two more times today.

Now just what am I going to do with him?

Ms. Betty