I caned him today. I can't believe that I did. I caned on his left palmed. I caned him out of a sense of responsibility. I caned him because I said I would. I should not have, but I did and I am very sorry.
I caught him lying. He told me he did not hand in his worksheet because his mother said that she wanted to go over the questions with him. I cannot accept that. I cannot accept him lying about his mother like that. I was so angry. I shouted at him, told him to stop making excuses. I then used that as an excuse to use the cane.
I am sure, I was caned when I was young. I cannot remember. I don't think I was. I know for a fact that I was not afraid of being caned, because I am not afraid of not doing the right thing. I was slapped by a teacher several times when I was in primary school. But I was never caned.
I made him go back to school today. I made him collect his worksheets from his teacher. I then made him complete the worksheets. His mother took over after dinner. I think I would have found the long hours more uncomfortable as compared to being caned. I sincerely hope, I don't have to use the cane anymore.
I love him. I love you.
Slim.
