Saved by the Rug!

I knew that I was about to get spanked. As Mom stormed in my direction, I curled up in the far corner of my twin bed and braced myself. She was fuming mad and I was going to get it. Before she could reach me, however, she slipped and fell on the small shag rug on my bedroom floor. I dared not laugh, even though it was the funniest pratfall I’d ever seen. The look of indignity on her face was striking. I didn’t say a word, and neither did she. She was so humiliated that she just got back on her feet, turned around, and left. I was spared!