Rear Rub

There comes a time when we all begin to challenge the authority above. Whilst we may know that we committed a sin they still discipline us because of their love. I remember just such a time when Mom was the challengee and I was the challenger. It was freezing and to be outside was a crime yet, when she wasn't looking, I secreted myself out the door. Of course the S_ _ _ hit the fan as she saw me bundled up out there. Window raised she called out, "DAN!" enough to give me a scare. In those days the timeout was nonexistent and the corporal would be felt. But the length and means of its extent I would only know as she wielded that belt. Like a windmill turning in great arcs afield my little frame seemed to go. Trying to get away from that swatting wield was all I wanted to know! "YES, MOTHER! YES, MOTHER! YES, MOTHER!" was all that I could say. Hoping against hope that she wouldn't tell father when he came home at the end of his day. This is one of the darkest memories that I've had since I was about four. Sometimes I think about those strokes that stung like bees because I had sneaked out that door. Yet, it was a mother's love for me that prompted her disciple so severe. As I have grown older the why I could see... and sometimes still rub my rear!