RLS 22: Grace

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Grace: Remembrances of My Sister

(****, M/f, Intense, n/c paddling)

A woman recalls the sacrifice her sister made years ago. (Approximately 929 words. Originally published 1995-10.)

"My sister Grace always carried herself with dignity, even when she was embarrassed. I remember once when we were young--she must have been about 16 or 17 at the time. I was a few years younger. She had arranged a date for the both of us--very generous of her, considering. Our father thought we were going out to study at the library, and he cautioned us to be home by 9:30 that evening.

"Grace nodded and ran out as though she hadn't a care in the world. I remember being full of apprehension--it was my first real date. We stayed out late and though I really don't remember much about the date itself (except being nervous the whole time), I remember becoming worried that it was close to nine o'clock. But Grace wanted to go to a movie--she always loved movies, especially romantic ones--which we did, though I tried to protest. At 10:30 she wanted to go out for ice cream, and the boy she was with couldn't resist her charm.

"Needless to say we did not make it home on time. It was close to 11:30 when we arrived, and I was quite nervous. Grace didn't seem concerned--perhaps she thought she could sweet talk father out of anything.

"He was waiting for us in the living room. He was furious, and I remember immediately thinking that I should not say anything, because in his mood it would only make him more upset. Grace, however, tried to pretend everything was fine.

"'Oh, hi Daddy!' she said all innocent-like. 'Are you waiting up for us?' Well, he was so upset he could barely speak. 'In my study, now!' he growled and we both knew that we were in deep trouble.

"Once in his study he closed the door behind us and silently went to his cabinet and took out the oak paddle. Turning, he said, 'Who's first?' I was terrified. I'd been paddled a few times, but it had been years. I was astonished he was going to do it, especially to Grace, who in my eyes was almost an adult.

"I remember looking at her and being amazed by her calm. She did not appear the least flustered. Without any hesitation she promptly said, 'It's just me, father. Not Stephanie. She wanted to come home but I wanted to stay out late. I talked her into going to see a movie.' My father looked at me and asked, 'Is that true?' I looked at the floor and did not speak. I did not want to get Grace in further trouble, but I couldn't lie. Besides, I didn't want to get paddled.

"Father turned to Grace and said, 'If that is true you will have to take her punishment also. Is that what you want?' To my undying gratitude Grace nodded without hesitating. 'It is my responsibility,' she said. 'I take full blame.'

"I remember trying to protest but I was ushered outside and I knelt near the door and peered through the keyhole. I heard my father say something to Grace and I could just see her go stand in front of his desk, directly in my line of sight.

"Then he began to paddle her. It was very hard, unbearably hard, and it went on for an impossibly long time. Father was very angry, and he was very strict with us. I do not think what he did was wrong, because she did deserve it, but he could have been merciful. He did not hold back at all, however, but paddled her for a very long time.

"Amazingly, Grace never made a sound. I could see her arch her back and tense in pain, and once when she turned her head I saw her face was dripping tears, but she never uttered a sound. I think that enraged father, because he seemed determined to break her, to make her cry out loud, to lose her dignity and feel ashamed. But Grace never did. It was obvious she knew she had done wrong, and she accepted her punishment. But she would not give him the satisfaction of her revealing it, at least in not so degrading a manner.

"I think Grace grew a great deal that day. She certainly was much more of an adult after that. I think she began to take adult responsibility for the first time that day. She and father never spoke of the incident again to my knowledge, and they became best of friends later. She had a great respect for him, and he for her. It was as though they came to understand each other through that experience.

"For myself, I know that I was moved beyond words by Grace's actions. I could not believe she had done what she had, that she had accepted my punishment so willingly. Sad as it is to say it, I do not know if I would have been able to do the same for her. I would like to think that I would, but it would require courage I may not I possess.

"I think my sister is one of the most selfless and bravest persons I know. She would have done what she did for anyone, not just her sister. She did it because she believed it was right, just as she did many incredible things in her life, not because people told her to, but because they were right.

"My sister was truly a Lady with a capital 'L'."

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