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Lauras Punishment

"I didn't mean to." I said aloud, fighting tears. And yet, there it was, lying broken at my feet. Two thousand dollars! I remembered him telling me that he bought it at an auction and thought he got a good deal for "just two thousand dollars." He would be home pretty soon and I would have to tell him, and explain that it was an accident. I had been riding my bike over to his house for six weeks - since before school was out - to water his plants and feed his dog. Three days a week. Dr. Nevins was a nice man. Maybe he wouldn't be mad. Maybe he could fix it. I looked at the pieces at my feet - little springs and wires, pieces of wood, broken glass. He loved old clocks. Must be about fifty of them all over his house. Maybe that's why his wife moved out two years ago. Maybe that's why he never had kids of his own. Dr. Nevins isn't a doctor like for sick people. He's a history teacher at the university. Wears bow ties. I think he's kind of funny, and he's usually nice. His hobby is clocks. I heard his MG coming up the driveway. For such an "expensive toy," as my Mom called it, it sure was noisy. I decided to tell him right away. I would just point. While crying! I'll offer to pay for it. I hoped my sympathy plan would work. "What's the matter, Laura?" he said, when I opened the front door. "I broke it." I said and pointed through the door to his den, beginning to cry. He looked at the remains of his newest antique clock and then back at me. "My God!" He finally said and went ...

... over to pick up some of the pieces and set them on the table by the window. "How did this happen? I told you never to let Gus in this part of the house!" "It wasn't Gus, Dr. Nevins. It was me. I'm sorry. I'll pay for it." He questioned me about how it happened and explained that he couldn't replace or fix some of the broken parts. He also pointed out that there was no way I could ever pay for it. Then he surprised me, "I broke something at your age, and got the spanking of my life!" His voice wasn't angry. "Of my life." He repeated, almost a whisper. "I'm so sorry." I said. He studied me. "I'll have to tell your mother. Maybe she will have two thousand dollars." He wasn't being mean, just asking, although we both knew there was no way Mom could come up with that kind of money. "No!" I pleaded. "Please don't tell her. I'll pay you back. It will take a long time, but I'll do it!" I was trying to sound brave, although it would take years at ten dollars a week... and I wanted the ten dollars. It was a big help. "Perhaps a spanking then." He said. I didn't know what to say. "Oh." Was all that came out. "Lots of spankings, actually, because I wouldn't want to hurt you, Laura. Couldn't give you two thousand spankings all at once!" He was quiet a minute, letting this idea sink in. "And I like how you take care of the plants. I like it that you were honest and admitted that you did it. And I know you need the money, or at least think you do. But you must accept some kind of punishment, ...