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Dad divorced when I was 5 and got custody of me, He remarried and the folks had these two munchkins. Christmas Hols have started and I’ve been landed with a problem.
Thing is I’m kid-sitting, well none of us are babies. The boys were supposed to be picking up their room. Me? I was just doing some school ordained holiday reading and just went to check out the little guys and even help out( I really am a nice guy.) Well, ok, it also looks good if I can keep the kids on task. Apart from cheesy seasonal pop songs, there was nothing or no one. I’d just finished searching the house when I caught them sneaking in the back door with arms and mouths full of contraband candy and traces of purple soda on Morris’s mouth. Yep, didn’t need Poirot to know that that this weeks’ hard (un)earned allowance had been taken care of. Trouble is, in this house, sneaking out without saying is a sure way to a sore butt and we all know it. Moreover Christmas is not quite close enough to persuade Dad not to do his duty by them.
I blew my top about them taking advantage and told them to finish up their room before the folks got home. A little later the boys came down to say they’d finished. Carson then asked me to spank them!!
“Well Rob, thing is we think we won get any presents if Mom and Dad know we were bad for you.”
"Yeah," my littlest bro chimed in, "and Santa won’t come if we’re on the naughty list.” We are all true believers here!
“And Dad spanks hard,” said Carson who has just graduated to the paddle I got at his age.
"No shit, Sherlock." I remember my rear wearing the Little Deer too.
And there you have it. I don’t have rights to spank; least it hasn’t even been discussed and I hadn’t been planning to tell even though I probably should. After all there were good reasons for the rule. It was nice to hear my bros have a conscience even an externally motivated one.
What would you guys do? May be I should tell Dad after all?