Punish the little whelp with the skateboard (Amanda, 20)

Henrietta Templeton was considering the possibilities when a sound drew her attention back to the patio. The girl had stood up from the table and stepped onto her skateboard and was now rolling away, her hood still drawn up.

Perfect, thought Henrietta, not only could she test out her new-found power but she could teach this little urchin some manors. Henrietta leveled the stick at the girl's back and envisioned what she wanted to happen.

The effect was immediate and more **** than she had expected.

In an instant all four wheels of the skateboard locked up sending Amanda pitching forwards. Normally she could have recovered but mysteriously her shoes also seemed to have become fused to the board as well. With nothing but forward momentum and no way to arrest it Amanda did the only thing that physics would allow. She fell forwards onto the pavement. Luckily she managed to catch herself before her face hit the sidewalk and her hands were saved from being scraped up by the fact that they were inside her sweater sleeves. What she wasn't saved from, however, was the embarrassment of falling face forward in an undignified heap.

"Ow, fuck!" She cursed as she rolled over on her back. "Shit!"

Amanda quickly took stock of herself to see if she was injured. Her left wrist was very sore, but not broken or even sprained. The sleeves of her sweater and the knees of her jeans were frayed but this was practically unnoticeable due to the condition they were in before her tumble. All in all she had suffered very minimal damage.

That was lucky.

Amanda, satisfied that she hadn't done herself any kind of serious injury, then turned her attention to her feet. Mysteriously her shoes seemed to have become attached to her board and resisted her attempts to pull them free, first the left, then the right. It was as if someone had nailed them there without her noticing.

Feeling a bit like a turtle on its back she waved her legs in the air in her attempts to pull her feet free of her skateboard until a face appeared in her field of vision. The woman standing above her had an expression on her face as if she was sucking on a slice of lemon, with a pursed-lip frown and semi-disgusted look that wrinkled her nose, but her eyes spoke of a superior smugness. She had the same look as her second grade teacher had once had at the petting zoo when the donkey had chosen that exact moment to sport a massive erection.

"Can you pull this thing off my feet, please?" Amanda asked as she held up her stuck skateboard. Mrs. Templeton regarded the board with a look of revulsion and amusement.

"It serves you right, little urchin." She said in a harsh tone.

"What?" Amanda blinked.

"Maybe you'll think twice before you sass one of your elders next time." She folded her arms.

"What are you talking about?" Amanda asked, confused. Was this really happening? Or was that brownie she ate earlier making her see things now? Mrs. Templeton gestured to the skateboard stuck to her feet and smiled a humorless smile.

"Jesus has obviously judged you and found you wanting. Only by accepting the all-father into our lives can we ever truly be free."

"Odin?" Amanda asked in a daze.

Mrs. Templeton's expression became even more sour and she shook her head.

"If you think this is bad, just wait until you are banished to the river of fire that awaits all sinners."

"You mean the Cuyahoga river?" She said, her confusion deepening as she struggled to pull even one foot free of her board.

The woman's face took on a puzzled expression for a fleeting moment before hardening once again into a stern glower. She sighed and shook her head.

"May God have mercy upon you," She muttered as she turned to go. "Because I certainly won't."

With that she walked to her car and got in.

"Hey!" Amanda called after her. "A little help here?" But she found herself talking to the tail lights of the Mrs. Templeton's car as she drove away.

"Well shit."

What should Amanda do?