Each Monday in the New York Times is a fun column – Metropolitan Diary which tells of fun, unusual and interesting tidbits of city life.  In the January 3, 2005 issue one letter ended with: "Having learned those lessons of parental duplicity, I was amused but not surprised when, nearing Second Avenue and 34th Street recently, I saw a man reach for the hand of his daughter, who looked to be about five, and say, 'You wouldn't want Daddy to get a ticket for not holding his little girl's hand, would you?'"  Surely there was a story that could be based on that.  If it was summer, I would have trimmed this to five houndred words for the SSC.

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Jaywalking

By

YLeeCoyote@juno.com

I should have known better.  Really I should have.

But traffic was light and the viability was good.  There was not a vehicle in sight for two blocks either way; not even a scooter.  Beside Gary was eight; well almost and did not want me to hold his hand.  "I'm a big boy now, father." he said.  "I know not to run away from you when we cross the street.  I don't need to be held like a puppy dog on a leash."  And he meant it.

Gary was very honest.  It wasn't that he was never naughty but he never, ever lied and always kept his promises.  So side by side we walked across the street having waited for the bright red wait "hand" to change to the white "walking man" icon even though there were not any cars to make the turn.

As we walked down the street, two uniformed policemen stepped out of their unmarked patrol car and blocked our way.  "How old is the lad, sir?" asked one.

"Eight, sir." I replied.© YLeeCoyote

Gary was staring at the ground.  The cops noticed that.  "Let's see your id, lad."  Gary held up the id card that was on the lanyard about his neck and one cop studied it.

"Congratulations, Gary," said the cop, "I see that your birthday is next week and that you will be eight."

"Yes, sir." said my boy proudly.

"Your ID please, sir." said the other cop to me.  I gave it to him and he started to write the citation.  "Violation of Child Protection Act §724.54b: Children under the age of eight shall be held securely while traversing the motorway."  The cop gave me a printout showing us crossing just a couple of minutes earlier.  I knew better than to try to discuss the issue for that automatically increased the penalty.

I then realized that the second cop was next to me and holding a tawse.  A wicked looking tawse (like they all are).  "Please drop your trousers and underwear, sir, and assume the position over the front fender.  Gary, please, stand back over there."  We both knew that we must obey so seconds later I was bare assed leaning on the patrol car.

The tawse kissed my butt for the first time.

I was in pain; make that agony from the hard cut delivered by the cop and his official tawse.  I did not want to yell in front of Gary so I just bit my lip.  Again the tawse cut into my naked ass.  I lost my resolve on the fourth cut and yelled.  There were three more and I yelled for each of them.

I was practically in tears as I signed for the citation and punishment.  It was difficult to pull up my pants because of the pain.  "Next time it is twelve strokes, sir.  Don't take a chance."  Gary took my hand as we continued home.  He even held my hand while we were on the sidewalk as well as the other two crossings.

Once inside, Gary lead me to his punishment corner.  "Pants down, daddy.  You've been a very naughty boy."

What could I say?  Whenever he is spanked he has do to corner time.  The rules did not specify only kids.  He was right and fair is fair.

I was that way when my wife came home.  "Daddy was a naughty boy, mommy.  The policemen spanked him today." explained Gary.  "See how red his bottom is."

The End

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