The Spanking

For as far back as I can remember, I was a good girl.  I never got into trouble and I never caused anyone trouble.  When I got older I asked my parents about this memory to see if it was accurate and they agreed that, "Yes that was a true statement."

However, I did get one spanking in my life.  Even though I was little, about 3 1/2 years old,  I remember it very well.  We were living in a very busy section of the French concession in Shanghai.  The streets in China are always very busy, full of traffic, pedicabs, and throngs of people.  My brother, Nicky, was just a baby.  My Mother had taken us for a walk to the park.  The baby was in a big carriage that my Mother was pushing.  We had spent a wonderful afternoon at the park and were on our way home.  Apparently I knew the way home very well, because when we were about 2 or 3 blocks away from our apartment, I ran away from my Mother and ran straight to my Father's store. The store was located directly across the street from the apt.  I remember my Dad seeing me and being so happy to see me.  He held out his arms and I ran right into them. We were both so happy, but my joy was not to last.  Shortly thereafter, my Mother came rushing up with my little brother in the carriage.  She was very upset and very unhappy with me and rightfully so.  After all,  I could have gotten lost, been hit by a car or bus, or been kidnapped.  She left my brother with my Dad, took me the arm and rushed me into the apartment.  I was crying and didn't want to go with her.  As she pulled me up the stairs, the maid and the two Amma's (nursemaids) were yelling, "No spank Missy, no spank Missy."  It did not good.  Their pleas were not heard.  I was taken into the bathroom and got a big spanking.  It did teach me a lesson though and I never ever ran away again.