A Petulant Smack

“I’m Not Being Petulant!” He screamed and stamped his large foot.

“You’re Not Listening to ME” The shout echoed around the car park for everyone to hear.

She stopped to look at her Son. He had clearly gotten out of the wrong side of the bed that morning. He had done nothing but fuss. She had threatened him with a smack if he didn’t start behaving and now threatened, she had to carry it out. No one could accuse her of making idle threats. No fear.

She grabbed him, put him over her knee, pulled down his pants and smacked him as he cried and bawled.

Lots of people came out of the supermarket and stared. It wasn’t everyday you saw a sixty year old lady give her forty year old son a smack outside Wall Mart.

The End

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Petulant

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Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 13/July/2018

 

 

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