His Father sat up in his chair then spoke, "Your punishment, due to your actions, I do believe should be a big one. So, your punishment is going to be that I cannot have you do jobs or volunteering, not even community services. I cannot ground you either, so your punishment will hurt, but the pain will make you listen." He stopped talking and then called for one of the servants, "Richard bring me the rod from my room"
Now twelve year old a was very unhappy he knew he should never have touch his father's rifle. Oh how bad he had been plus he did not even know the rifle.was loaded and he accidentally shot his younger brother, lucky for him the doctor said the boy would be fine.
Richard then returned father quickly took the did from the servant, and gestured for him to leave the room. A looked at his mother sitting in her chair calmly walking the baby in the cradle with her foot.I
Now put your hand out" his father demanded
, holding the rod in his hand. A reluctantly obeyed, his heart pounding. He extended his trembling hand, knowing what was about to come.
Without any warning, his father swung the rod down, striking A's hand hard. The pain was searing, and A couldn't help but cry out in agony. Tears streamed down his face as he bit his lip to stifle his cries, afraid of angering his father further.
His father continued to deliver several more painful strikes on A's hand, each one causing a fresh wave of pain and leaving red welts behind. A wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but he knew it would only make things worse.
Finally, his father stopped, his breathing heavy with exertion. "Remember this pain," he said sternly. "Remember the consequences of your actions. You are lucky your brother will recover, but you must never forget the weight of your mistake."
A nodded through the tears, his hand throbbing with pain. He knew he had to learn from this punishment, to never repeat his actions. The lesson had been taught in a harsh manner, but he understood why his father had chosen such a punishment.
As his father turned and walked away, A was left alone in the room, his hand trembling and aching. He glanced at his mother, who had watched the entire ordeal silently. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of concern and sorrow, but she said nothing.
Silently, A made a promise to himself. He would never touch his father's belongings without permission again. He would make amends for his mistake and work towards becoming a better person. The pain of the punishment would always serve as a reminder of the consequences of his actions, a constant motivation to choose wisely in the future.