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Wanda Phelps was at a restaurant with her daughter, five-year-old Agatha. Despite being so young, Agatha was generally well-behaved, both at home and in public.
But today, Agatha was…having some issues.
“Sit down, Agatha Anne,” Wanda said.
Agatha had gotten out of the booth and was jumping up and down.
“I can’t, Mommy!” Agatha said. “I want to jump.”
“Agatha,” Wanda hissed through her teeth. “This is very naughty behavior.”
Agatha frowned. She didn’t like being called naughty, but sitting still was boring!
“Eat your food,” Wanda said, glancing at Agatha’s plate of chicken tenders and fries.
“I’m not hungry!” Agatha jumped up and down.
“Well, we can get a to-go box but…” Wanda stopped as she realized Agatha had darted off towards the other side of the restaurant.
“Agatha Anne Phelps!” Wanda scolded.
Now people were staring. Great.
Wanda stalked over to where Agatha stood near the bathroom.
Agatha had been giggling while running, but stopped when her mother approached.
“Mommy…” she began.
“Agatha, this is unacceptable,” Wanda said. “I’m going to spank your bottom.”
“No!” Agatha cried. Mommy always spanked with her hairbrush and it hurt her bottom a lot.
“Yes. I told you to stop and sit down, then you decided to run around in the restaurant. We only run around outside.”
Yes, that was true. Agatha had gotten spanked by Daddy a few weeks earlier for running around the living room. He’d used a wooden spatula which hurt just as much as Mommy’s hairbrush.
“I’ll sit down now! I can behave, Mommy!” Agatha was starting to cry.
“I know you can, which is why you get punished when you act like this,” Wanda sat down on the bench between the men’s and women’s restroom doors.
“Come here, Agatha,” Wanda patted her lap.
Agatha whimpered in protest.
Wanda didn’t wait for her to obey. She pulled her daughter over her lap, and pushed up her dress, revealing the pair of shorts she had on underneath.
When Wanda was younger, she’d been spanked by her mother on the bare bottom with a wooden hairbrush much like this one. She and her husband felt like bare bottom spankings were just too much. Wanda believed a good, proper spanking would hurt enough to get the point across over clothing, even just with a hand.
But this hairbrush sure got the job done, and she’d be using it on Agatha through the girl’s teenage years, as her own parents had. It’s how she’d learned accountability, and she wanted that for her own daughter.
Agatha kicked and squirmed over her mother’s lap. Spankings hurt and this was embarrassing! A lady was going into the bathroom right now!
Wanda gave Agatha her five swats, and the girl cried with each swat.
“Owww! Mommy! Please stop - I’m sorry!” Agatha wailed.
Wanda delivered the last swat.
“We’re going,” she helped Agatha stand and got her dress back into position. Wanda asked a server for a to-go box for Agatha’s lunch and they got into the car.
The drive home was mostly silent.
As Wanda glanced into the back seat at her sniffling daughter, her frustration from earlier faded away and she just wanted to give her a big hug.
“Agatha,” Wanda said gently. She pulled into the parking lot of a nearby store.
“Yes, Mommy?” Agatha asked, still crying a bit.
“Why don’t we go sit on that bench over there and talk?” Wanda said.
Agatha just nodded.
Wanda helped her out of her car seat and lifted Agatha out of the car.
She didn’t put her down, she carried the girl over to the bench, rubbing small circles into her back on the way over.
Then, Wanda sat down, pulling Agatha onto her lap.
“Okay, honey, why did I spank you?”
“I wouldn’t sit down like you said and I ran around in the restaurant. I’m sorry, Mommy.”
Wanda kissed the top of her head.
“I know. And I’m sorry I had to spank you like that. I know it hurts and it’s embarrassing when it happens in public, but I’ve got to teach you right from wrong, baby.”
Agatha just nodded - then yawned.
“Okay, tell you what. Give me a big old hug, and we’ll go home for your nap. When you wake up, if you feel like finishing your lunch I’ll heat it up and then maybe we’ll go to the park so you can burn off some energy,” Wanda said.
Agatha’s face lit up.
“Really?”
Yes.
Agatha jumped up and threw her arms around her mother’s neck.
Wanda patted the girl’s bottom.
“Oh…my best girl,” Wanda kissed Agatha’s head and picked her up.
They drove home, Wanda got Agatha tucked into bed, and when she woke up an hour later, Wanda already had the heated up chicken tenders and fries waiting on Agatha’s favorite mermaid plate - with ketchup and mustard, of course.
Once the plate was washed, Wanda helped Agatha put her shoes back on and they walked down to the park.
Agatha still did have quite a bit of energy to burn off; first, Wanda chased her around the playground. Then, she went down the slide several times. She showed Wanda how good she’d gotten at pumping her legs on the swing (after a starting push from Mom, of course). Finally, she saw a friend from ballet class in the sandbox, Maya, who graciously shared her sand toys with Agatha for a while until both girls’ mothers said it was time to go.
By the time Agatha’s father Jasper got home a bit before dinner, Agatha was content to just sit in his lap calmly until it was time to eat.
She always told him about her day at this time. She told him about all the fun stuff, of course, but sheepishly admitted to needing a spanking from Mommy at the restaurant and what exactly she’d done to get it.
Jasper had simply given her a kiss and told her he was proud of her for being honest, but since Mommy had disciplined her and she’d learned her lesson, there was no point in worrying about it, and then he asked her what her favorite activity she did at the park was.
She told him while they washed their hands and soon the whole family was gathered around the table and talking about much happier topics than sore bottoms.
It had been a good day after all.