Spanking and Favorites

When I was 6 or so, I had done something really naughty during the day while my dad was at work.

Naughty enough that my mom promised me that when Dad got home from work, I would be getting a spanking.

I had never been spanked before.

Well, maybe once.

But spankings didn't happen in our house.

I was scared.

When Dad got home, he brought me up to his room for my spanking.

Before he spanked me, I tearfully said,

"Dad, I need to tell you something.

I just want you to know that I love you very much."

My dad started laughing, gently swatted my bum, and sent me on my way.

None of my other siblings got that kind of mercy.

That's now I know I'm my dad's favorite.

Me and Dad, 1993