A Visit to Grandma’s House
By Amy Sadler © 2025
Author’s Notes:
WARNING! In this story there is use of moderate violence in this story, but it is completely fictional and for the purpose of this story only.
Part 1
Max Millagan was 18 years old; he was very bratty and very bad tempered. However, he was very small for his age, in fact, he was the size of a toddler, and he weighed like one too, he had a mop of brown hair and dark brown eyes. One may think or assume that he is cute, because of his size. But his mother, Martha knew how much of a bad boy Max really was, ever since her husband Mitch, left her for another woman, when Max had been 17 at the time, ever since then, Max has developed quite an evil streak and Martha was now at her wits end as to what to do with her only son.
Martha was in her mid-40’s of a slender build, she had long brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was in the kitchen, sobbing, at the mess that Max had just left behind and he simply did not care. “What have I done to deserve this?” Martha cried to herself, as she began to clean up piles of cereal on the floor, baked beans, mushy peas, cracked opened eggs all over the floor, and for some odd reason, there was even piles of dog food on the floor too. How Max had gotten hold of the dog food was beyond her, her purse was always in a safe place, or so she thought.
Worse than that, she did not have any pets at home, her legs had bruises of where Max had kicked her several times in fit of bad temper. He was quite literally out of control. Martha did not know what to do with him. She had soon been able to clean up the mess on the floor that Max had deliberately made and for no good reason either. Martha could hear him laughing, as he was in the living room, which was just next to the kitchen. He was sat on the sofa, playing on his PS5, that his father had given to him one Christmas.
Martha soon left the kitchen, still in tears and she ran right passed Max who was still laughing, as he was playing a Zombie Horror Survival game, she ran into the hallway and up the stairs, as she reached the landing and ran straight into her bedroom, that was decorated in lavender wallpaper, with a white boarder in the middle with a purple floral design on it. The bedroom furniture was all white with purple edges.
Martha went over toward her bedside cabinet, which had a white telephone on top of it, that was attached to a white base. The telephone was one of those cordless ones. Martha began to punch the buttons on the keypad and the phone began to ring. A voice immediately answered the phone. Agatha Jones’s residence, how may I help you?” Martha burst out into tears, as she tried to answer the phone. “Oh mother. PLEASE. Help me!” Martha cried.
“Martha. Is that you?” Asked Agatha, making sure that she was not hearing things, not that she was death, far from it, even though she was in her 80’s. “Yes mother, it is me.” Said Martha in-between sobs. “Oh my. Why are you crying my dear?” Asked Agatha. “It’s Max, he’s completely out of control, I do not know what to do with him and you know how much I detest the notion of spanking.” Said Martha, as she continued to cry over the phone.
“Have you tried locking him in his room for his bad behaviour?” Asked Agatha. “Yes, I have tried everything, even taking away his PS five and he kicked my legs so bad, that they are badly bruised. So, in the end, I gave him back his PS five.” Cried Martha, even harder. “Oh Martha, my dear, I know that this may seem odd, but you need to get in a strict nanny to sort him out.” Said Agatha over the phone. “I can’t afford one, I’m struggling to pay the bills as it is, ever since Mitch left.” Replied Martha in tears.
“Say no more, I am on my way. I will sort things out for you, have no fear.” Said Agatha and then she hung up the phone on her end. Agatha had a mop of white curly hair, she had dark brown eyes, they had at least stayed the same, even though the rest of her had aged, she had a very wrinkled face, she was of a medium build, her hands were wrinkled too. She looked frail by comparison, as she left her humble home, got into a purple-coloured car, and drove off. Meanwhile, Martha was now on her bed, crying her eyes out, whilst Max continued to play his game, oblivious to the world.
Agatha soon pulled up outside of Martha’s house. It was a white building with four windows, two at the bottom and two at the top. The building was a four-bedroom house, Mitch had bought it in the hopes of having lots of children and got a shock when Martha had told him that she would not be able to give birth to another child. He could have left her there and then, but leaving her with a child to bring up, plagued his mind, so he stayed on and helped to raise their son.
What made Mitch leave Martha at a later stage, no one will ever know. One day he simply did not come home, Martha called the police, which was when she found out that Mitch was with another woman and he never wanted to return home or stay married to her. Martha was utterly heart broken by such news. Then came the sudden change in Max’s behaviour, he never used to be so mean and downright spiteful. He was in fact a completely different boy entirely.
Agatha got out of her car and went up to the bright red door that stood out against the white of the house. Agatha rang the doorbell several times until Martha came rushing down the stairs, nearly almost tripping over, as she rushed to get to the door. Max was still oblivious to the world, playing his Zombie Horror Survival Game. Martha immediately took Agatha up to her bedroom and she lifted up her dress to show Agatha the many bruises that were on her legs, they were purple in colour and looked really, really bad. “Oh My!” Remarked Agatha in complete and total shock.
“Why that horrid, horrid child. I am sorry Martha, but that boy needs a good SPANKING. I know and understand that you are dead against it. But that boy of yours needs to be put in his place.” Said Agatha. “With respects to you my dear, I won’t make you watch.” Said Agatha, as she left Martha dumb struck in her bedroom, while she stormed down the stairs like thunder. Agatha had reached the bottom of the stairs and went to the front door, she opened it and then she went to her car, she opened the boot of her car and took out a brown wooden object, it was a paddle.
To Be Continued.
