Yesterday

Yesterday, Cookie had another of her monthly attitudes, snapping at her children and at me all morning. I gave her several warnings, but her better senses weren’t able to win the day, and she soon earned herself a session of disciplinary action. I informed her that we’d be having a “chat” when I returned home the next morning, though I think that she was hoping to talk her way out of it.

Last night, while at Joyce’s, I sent her a message telling her to wear a pair of thong underwear to bed. She wanted to know why, so I informed her that I intended to give her a couple of hand swats when I got home, in hopes of getting a good enough picture to enter into Todd and Suzy’s handprint contest. Since I knew that her bottom probably wouldn’t be in any condition to try again for a couple of days after our session, I wanted to try to get it out of the way.

When I returned this morning, I was true to my word. I had her stand up out of bed and remove her pajamas, forcing her to bend over the edge of the bed with her legs straight and her head touching the mattress. I first swatted one cheek, then the other, taking pictures after each swat. I hope to look over those pictures later tonight, and am anxious to see if one of them meets my expectations. If so, then it will be entered into the contest within the next couple of days.

With playtime out of the way, she was then escorted out of the room and into the garage. There is a bathroom in the garage that provides more privacy than anyplace else in the house. Moving the furniture around a bit, she was soon taken over my knee with bottom bared. She was scolded for her behavior, then the hairbrush started to descend on her unprepared bottom.

With at least four or five walls between us and anyone else in the house, I felt fairly secure in our privacy, which gave me the confidence to give her the full intensity that she deserved. In minutes, with her bottom red and sore, I finally felt that she’d learned her lesson. I took her back to bed, having her snuggle to my side for the few remaining minutes before we had to wake up. She still had a bit of an attitude, though, so a few careful swats of the nylon cane convinced her to snuggle quietly.

I understand that recent stresses, such as the sudden realization that we were going to be housing her troubled oldest daughter, caused much of this behavior. Still, a rational mind can realize when it’s being affected that way. Attitude is a conscious choice, even if there are extenuating circumstances. Hopefully, she’ll realize this in the future. Though, she probably won’t, since she’s already earned another dose of the cane earlier tonight, for that very same attitude.