I remember one time I heard Mom pull open the drawer that the belt was kept in. I knew and dreaded that sound more than anything at that period of my life.

I could hear my her stomping down the hallway and I had a feeling it was not going to be a good afternoon for me. I was hanging out with my navy blue tights and t-shirt on watching television.

Unfortunately my mother had different plans for me.

She busted into the tv room and dished out an ass whipping from hell on me. I must have gotten around 25 licks. I wasn't counting because I was too busy yelping. The licks were focused all over my legs and butt and she knew very well that my tights were on fire. She was red-faced and determined.

It was because she found some matches that I had hidden in my bedroom.

That night I recall her telling my dad and the neighbor across the street what a beaten I got that day. She also made it known that I was wearing only tights and how much it must have stung. I was so ashamed at the time.

I hope a time machine is invented during my lifetime so I can go back to that time.