Mama’s Switch
by Yordie Sands
I was a naughty child. I got into things I shouldn’t.
One day while my mom wasn’t watching, I pulled her beautiful pink angora sweater off a hanger from her closet.
I slipped into the sensual garment. It was large and fit me like a long coat, but I pranced around in it.
Suddenly, the door opened. I’d been caught.
Without saying a word, mom walked out into backyard. She snapped off a branch from the lime tree and stripped off the leaves. Returning with it she declared:
“If you ever do that again, I’ll whip you with this switch.”