Dear Annie, you remember how strict our parents can be, right? I've never experienced their sternness firsthand until today. It all started in class with Mrs. Jenkins, my English teacher.

Mrs. Jenkins was conducting a regular class when I decided to backtalk, a move that turned out to be a grave mistake.

As soon as I got home, I was met with stern faces. Mother and Father were waiting for me in the living room.

Without wasting a moment, Father announced my punishment: a belt spanking. I was stunned, having never received such punishment before.

I felt a chill run down my spine as Mother fetched Father's leather belt. It was a sight I won't forget anytime soon.

The spanking was on my bare backside. It was painful, Annie, but more than the physical pain, it was my pride that took a beating.

The punishment was followed by a long talk. Mother and Father explained why they had to resort to such measures.

They said it was not just about disrespecting Mrs. Jenkins but about disrespecting any authority figure, and that was not how they raised us.

The message was clear: Respect others if you want to be respected. It's a simple rule, but I forgot it in a moment of arrogance.

I was filled with remorse, Annie. I had let down our parents, Mrs. Jenkins, and most importantly, myself.

I was given some time alone to reflect on my actions. In the silence of my room, my guilt was my only companion.

Then, I made a decision. I decided to make amends and turn over a new leaf. I decided to learn from my mistakes.

The next day, I met Mrs. Jenkins privately and apologized for my behavior. She accepted my apology and appreciated my maturity.

I also apologized to our parents. They were glad that I realized my mistake and were ready to support me in my journey to change.

Since then, I have been trying my best to be respectful to everyone around me. The change has been tough, but it's worth it.

The pain of the spanking has faded, but the lesson it taught me is ingrained in my heart. I now understand the importance of respect.

I'm sharing this with you, Annie, not for sympathy but as a reminder. A reminder to respect others and to learn from one's mistakes.

This incident has taught me more about life than any textbook ever could. It has shaped me into a better person.

I hope my experience will serve as a lesson to you too. Remember, Annie, our actions define us. Let's be the best version of ourselves.

I miss you a lot. Take care of yourself and study hard. And remember, no matter what, we will always be there for each other.

With love and a newfound respect for the values we were brought up with, your little sister.