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Subject: Re: Walking in on it

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Jim W
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Date Posted: 00:51:01 03/10/25 Mon
In reply to: Just a Question 's message, "Walking in on it" on 07:04:28 03/09/25 Sun

Most definitely YES!

At my house, when I was growing up, our paddlings were handled somewhat privately. The rule-breaker would be taken up to my parents' room. (Or over to my grandparents, if that's the case) and then it would be between the adult, the child, and the paddle.

However, I did spend a lot of time over at my Best-Friend's house when I growing up. I think that I preferred it over there, despite the fact that it was a little more cramped and there was less privacy.

(Also despite the fact that I was more at risk of a paddling of my own, if I got into trouble.)

I don't know if it's because it was a smaller house, or if It's because Best-Friend's parents were quicker to the paddle, (they really were) but paddlings were typically done in their living room or their kitchen/dining room. It didn't matter much to them who was there.

As a result, I walked in more than once, on one of their kids (or the cousin who often stayed with them) getting the paddle.

If it happened to be my Best-Friend getting it, herself, then I would probably be asked to leave and told that she couldn't play that day.

Side note, that is probably an important detail:
Their family was not required to knock when entering my family's home. Not only did they have full walk-in rights, they had one of those things to automatically by remote control to open the main door on the East Garage.

So with that in mind, it's probably not that unusual that Half-Brother and I pretty much had walk-in rights at their house. Presumably my parents had walk-in rights too! But I rarely remember them ever being at that house.

Best-Friend's mother and my Mother were very good friends and she was often at our house. Mother actually hired her as her personal tailor, so I saw her at our house as frequently as I was over at their's.

But when my parents would pick us up from there, if there is any conversation between the adults, it would be in the driveway.

Specifically the cousin who was over there nearly every weekend, I remember walking in on him getting the paddle in a rather unique way one time. Typically with Mr and Mrs C (like when my parents paddled us) they preferred to paddle the rule-breaker in a standing position.

But this time, Michael was positioned face down, with his stomach on the seat of one of the dinning room chairs. He had his pants down, his bare rear facing the open sky.

And I meant that literally, btw. They had these big glass sliding doors in front of the dinner table, and Michael's tail was indeed facing the glass and the outside sky.

(To be fair, to get a full-on view of it, you'd have to be directly on their deck. Their back yard sloped down towards the stream. So the dinning room was relatively quite private.)

Anyway, I hastily made my way across the kitchen, to the staircase leading to Best-Friend's room. Both Mr C and Michael ignored me. Mrs C was in the kitchen, but I barely noticed her at the time. She never said anything to me about it later if she was even paying any attention to me.

As I made my way to Best-Friend's room, I could still hear Michael squealing like a stuck pig, the sounds of his smacks, and Mr C lecturing him the whole time!

Apparently he had gotten caught stealing. I'm sure that Nicole had told me, at the time, what he was accused of stealing. But I don't recall what it was he supposedly stole, or from whom.

Also, Nicole's parents, they weren't the sort to just take someone's word that he'd stolen something. They likely had proof, or he'd admitted to it.

Anyway I was keen to just get out of there. I had an irrational fear that I might get some of what he was getting.

That said, Nicole was eager to go too. We had plans that day to race a couple of the neighborhood kids. (One who just got a new bike for his birthday. We were hoping to beat him.)

But as we snuck out passed them, (Through the living room so we wouldn't have to go directly past all that) we could still hear Michael screaming his head off, and Mr C lecturing him, as he still continued getting paddled.

I didn't dare poke my head into the dinning room to see anything.

Besides, her parents might not have approved of our race that day anyway. Mine certainly wouldn't. Particularly given that it was a downhill race, along fairly treacherous trail. So it was just as well that I not do anything to get noticed.

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Re: Walking in on it Question 21:08:27 03/10/25 Mon

Re: Walking in on it -- Jim W, 08:36:36 03/11/25 Tue

Re: Walking in on it -- Question for jim, 21:30:19 03/11/25 Tue

Re: Walking in on it -- Jim W, 01:17:24 03/12/25 Wed

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>Most definitely YES! > >At my house, when I was growing up, our paddlings were >handled somewhat privately. The rule-breaker would be >taken up to my parents' room. (Or over to my >grandparents, if that's the case) and then it would be >between the adult, the child, and the paddle. > >However, I did spend a lot of time over at my >Best-Friend's house when I growing up. I think that I >preferred it over there, despite the fact that it was >a little more cramped and there was less privacy. > >(Also despite the fact that I was more at risk of a >paddling of my own, if I got into trouble.) > >I don't know if it's because it was a smaller house, >or if It's because Best-Friend's parents were quicker >to the paddle, (they really were) but paddlings were >typically done in their living room or their >kitchen/dining room. It didn't matter much to them who >was there. > >As a result, I walked in more than once, on one of >their kids (or the cousin who often stayed with them) >getting the paddle. > >If it happened to be my Best-Friend getting it, >herself, then I would probably be asked to leave and >told that she couldn't play that day. > >Side note, that is probably an important detail: >Their family was not required to knock when entering >my family's home. Not only did they have full walk-in >rights, they had one of those things to automatically >by remote control to open the main door on the East >Garage. > >So with that in mind, it's probably not that unusual >that Half-Brother and I pretty much had walk-in rights >at their house. Presumably my parents had walk-in >rights too! But I rarely remember them ever being at >that house. > >Best-Friend's mother and my Mother were very good >friends and she was often at our house. Mother >actually hired her as her personal tailor, so I saw >her at our house as frequently as I was over at >their's. > >But when my parents would pick us up from there, if >there is any conversation between the adults, it would >be in the driveway. > >Specifically the cousin who was over there nearly >every weekend, I remember walking in on him getting >the paddle in a rather unique way one time. Typically >with Mr and Mrs C (like when my parents paddled us) >they preferred to paddle the rule-breaker in a >standing position. > >But this time, Michael was positioned face down, with >his stomach on the seat of one of the dinning room >chairs. He had his pants down, his bare rear facing >the open sky. > >And I meant that literally, btw. They had these big >glass sliding doors in front of the dinner table, and >Michael's tail was indeed facing the glass and the >outside sky. > >(To be fair, to get a full-on view of it, you'd have >to be directly on their deck. Their back yard sloped >down towards the stream. So the dinning room was >relatively quite private.) > >Anyway, I hastily made my way across the kitchen, to >the staircase leading to Best-Friend's room. Both Mr C >and Michael ignored me. Mrs C was in the kitchen, but >I barely noticed her at the time. She never said >anything to me about it later if she was even paying >any attention to me. > >As I made my way to Best-Friend's room, I could still >hear Michael squealing like a stuck pig, the sounds of >his smacks, and Mr C lecturing him the whole time! > >Apparently he had gotten caught stealing. I'm sure >that Nicole had told me, at the time, what he was >accused of stealing. But I don't recall what it was he >supposedly stole, or from whom. > >Also, Nicole's parents, they weren't the sort to just >take someone's word that he'd stolen something. They >likely had proof, or he'd admitted to it. > >Anyway I was keen to just get out of there. I had an >irrational fear that I might get some of what he was >getting. > >That said, Nicole was eager to go too. We had plans >that day to race a couple of the neighborhood kids. >(One who just got a new bike for his birthday. We were >hoping to beat him.) > >But as we snuck out passed them, (Through the living >room so we wouldn't have to go directly past all that) >we could still hear Michael screaming his head off, >and Mr C lecturing him, as he still continued getting >paddled. > >I didn't dare poke my head into the dinning room to >see anything. > >Besides, her parents might not have approved of our >race that day anyway. Mine certainly wouldn't. >Particularly given that it was a downhill race, along >fairly treacherous trail. So it was just as well that >I not do anything to get noticed.

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