"Twenty more minutes of corner time. Quietly.”
He looks up at me with big, sad puppy-dog eyes. I ignore him and walk back to my desk.
I really do have a lot of work to finish by tomorrow, and I’m starting to get annoyed that his punishment is going on for so long. It’s not that I mind looking up from my papers every once in a while to see his big red butt planted uncomfortably on the stool, facing the wall. But I specifically told him to keep the fidgeting and the whining under control.
And of course, he couldn’t manage that. Four times, I had to go over there and quiet him down. Which meant a paddle smack to the thigh and another ten minutes in the corner. A great punishment for him, if only he would keep quiet.
I try to focus on the figures in front of me. He whines softly, but I’ll be nice and let it go. The whining increases in pitch, and he starts sniffling. I sigh in frustration and grab the paddle.
I grab him by the ear and lift him off the stool. A hard smack to his sore cheeks, and he squeals. “You want a longer punishment? Fine. You’re going back over my knee.”