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In discipline's realm, Jesse found his way,
His mother's spankings, wooden spoon's sway.
But as time passed, her method took a break,
A mistake made, rebelliousness did wake.

Defiant and proud, he challenged her will,
Talking back, cursing, a void to fill.
Rebellion blossomed, unchecked, untamed,
A gentle touch no longer could be claimed.

Oh, the need for correction, strong and clear,
To guide him back, dispel pride's sneer.
The bathroom's door, a painful rendezvous,
The wooden spoon's sting, a lesson anew.

Reluctant yet yearning, Jesse would feel,
A spanking's sting, a test of his steel.
Obedience, respect, cooperation's grace,
Rooted in discipline, a rightful place.

Though despised, the spoon's sting would teach,
Lessons learned, beyond what words can reach.
Jesse craves guidance, deep within his core,
A firm hand to heal, restore and adore.

So take heed, dear mother, embrace your role,
With love and firmness, make your child whole.
For in those spankings, lies a path so grand,
Discipline's gift, shaping the heart's command.

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