Subject: Ash's Diary
From: awright@falcon.cc.ukans.edu
(Ashley Wright)
Date: 26 Jun 95 10:04:29 CDT
*Note: When I was unpacking recently, after moving into my new apartment, I unearthed a cardboard box of memorbilia, containing ribbons from 4-H shows, photos from camp, my 8th grade report card with the faded but still legible "D" in Algebra, despite my tedious efforts with a tube of ink eradicator... and the little diary I got for my 13th birthday. Nestled at the bottom of the box, the blue leatherette cover was a little dusty and worn around the edges but otherwise it was still in perfect shape... Of course, the following excerpts are completely ficticious and only an account of what I wish my formative years had been like...*
I dunno why in the hell Jamie gave me this dumb diary for my birthday, I wanted a catcher's mitt. She's always trying to make me act like a "normal" girl so this is probably part of her plan... She has nagged me all day today because she hasn't seen me writing anything in here yet. What a pain in the butt! Boy, if I could, I'd ship both them sisters of mine of to some girls' school far away somewhere. This house wouldn't be half bad without all the dang women in it.
So now I am writing in the stupid diary and I suppose she thinks she's done her sisterly duty to protect me from growing up "queer" or soemthing. What a joke. Anyhow, if she's worried about me growing up a lezbian or something I suppose I could tell her about the time I let Clarence Douglas put his hand down the front of my shirt at the movies while we were kissing but she'd probably freak out and decide that I was in danger of running wild and heading for the reform school and tell Uncle Luke and then I'd get a hell of a lickin'. He might even take the hairbrush to me, or worse, the switch! Jesus, I ain't never got a switchin from Uncle Luke but I saw Jamie get it once when she got busted at a high school party down at the river with beer and all, and broke her curfew by 45 minutes.
She was already gonna get in trouble for being late home, but I bet she would have only got scolded and if she'd acted real sorry and cried she would have only got grounded or maybe a couple smacks on her jeans but when Uncle Luke got called from the police station and had to go get in the truck and pick her up, I knew she was in for it. He told cousin Nathan to go out back and cut him a good switch for Jamie for when she got home. Then he pulled on his boots and his jacket and stomped out the door. Junior and Nathan were all eager about the fact that Jamie was gonna get whipped. Especially Junior, since whenever Jamie is in charge she seems to look for an excuse to put him over her lap and she really whales on his skinny butt with that wooden spoon of hers, or with our Mama's ole wooden hairbrush. I was looking forward to it a little bit too, to tell the truth, on account of Jamie is little Miss Priss, so perfect and so goddang bossy it would make you puke. But when Uncle Luke got home, with Jamie already crying and trying to talk her way out of it, making up all sorts of excuses, he looked at us all waiting, Nathan with the switches in his hand (he'd cut 3 so's his daddy could pick and choose, and they were all thin, swishy green switches off our pear tree and I bet they were gonna sting like the devil, especially considering Jamie was wearing a short skirt and her legs were bare) and a smirk on his face, Junior trying hard not to grin and elbowing Nathan and exchanging little looks and raising his eyebrows, and me setting on the couch minding my own business with a comic book, he just snapped, "Nathan, put them switches on the table and git upstairs t'bed, all of ya. This ain't no danged show."
Nathan started to protest on account of him being such a big stud and all and he was supposed to be tearing all over the county in his Mustang but he'd barely opened his mouth when Uncle Luke recognized the look in his eye, saw he was thinkin' about wastin' valuable time that should be being paid to a bad girl's correction, and ordered, "Nathan, I tole you to get upstairs and git ready for bed, now 'less you want a dose of the strap, your ornery butt better be up those stairs time I count to three--"
Junior and me took the hint fast and ran up from the landing where we had been crouched, peeping through the railing. I reckon Nathan must have been standing there for a minute, giving Uncle Luke a defiant look cuz he started counting and he hadn't even finished with "One" when Nathan started up the stairs, walking fast and stepping hard to let everybody know he was pissed. He shoved Junior out of the way and stomped into their bedroom and slammed the door, all pissed off cuz he got taken down a peg. From behind Nathan's door I could hear hillbilly music, but not loud enough to drown out the sound of Jamie getting scolded downstairs.
My Uncle Luke usually don't scold before a spanking with me or Junior, he just picks up and starts whacking, but with Jamie and Cissy I guess he thinks they oughta know better so he always tries to make 'em feel doubly bad by making them ashamed and all. Talking is way worse than spanking any day. By the time Uncle Luke's done making them feel like they've deliberately gone to shame him and his family, they feel about as low as a snake and they're practically begging for their spankin'. Not that he ever bothers talking to me before I get a lickin', reckon he figures he'd waste his breath.
Uncle Luke was saying how he thought he'd gotten beyond the point of having to lick Jamie like a 10 year old but he reckoned he was wrong... and Jamie was crying and whining about how it was only beer... it was the biggest party of the year, din't he want her to be popular?! Uncle Luke's deep growly voice and Jamie's whiny, squeaky one were kinda battling against each other but finally Uncle Luke said, "That's enough! I don't intend to spend all night arguin' with you. Ya know what ya did was wrong and now you have to pay the consequences-- popular? Yeah, girl, I'm glad you're popular but I'd be happier if you had a lick of sense in that curly blonde head o' yours... maybe then you'd be happier too, maybe you wouldn't be getting lickin's at age 16-- now, git over here!!!"
She musta hesitated or tried to talk her way out of it because I heard him say in his most threatening voice, "Jamie Mae!!" and then I knew what was happening, I had seen Uncle Luke give a switchin' before, to Junior, when he got caught shooting bottle rockets at cars on the highway.
Uncle Luke was grabbing her by one arm, drawing her close to him, and I knew just how big and powerful and absolutely horrifyin' he is when you're looking up bout 10 feet to his angry face and he's got that big muscular hand over your little arm and you know there's nothing in the world that can save you now-- not your mama, not a earthquake, not the angel Gabriel, you're gonna get a spanking.
I knew he was hoisting her under one powerful arm now, raising up one leg to put one of his big black work boots on the coffee table (Mama would have had a fit) and bending my sister over it... I remembered that she had on these thong underwears that had a print on them like a red bandana. Heheh, bet she was wishing she'd chose a pair of undies that offered a little more protection...
I heard the first smack, and it was a hand smack, so he must have been gonna warm her up before the switchin'. Uncle Luke ain't a mean man, he doesn't just lay into you-- he was probably trying to calm himself down a little. That's one thing I'm grateful for- he ain't like Mama, he don't just grab you and start whalin' when he's angry. Jamie was smart and didn't argue or backtalkmhim, unlike me, but I can't help it! I got a quick temper, in fact, that's what I get spanked for most of the time, doing something or saying something quick that I would have been better off to think about just a few minutes. Somebody once said "Act in haste, repent in leisure" and Jamie said she was gonna make a cross stitch of that and hang it over my bed. Right now, though, I don't think she was worried about anything but her own butt, and she was carryign on, crying and squealing, whimpering that she was sorry and Uncle Luke was killing her, he was burning_her up she'd never go to another party again, and so on and so forth.
I could feel Junior's hot breath on the back of my neck and I elbowed him hard. Uncle Luke was really laying on the swats, I imagined Jamie would be sleeping nekkid on her belly tonight, like she always did after a spankin'. What a baby! If I went around without drawers on just because I'd had a spanking, the whole dang world would have seen my bare ass by now... The bedroom door opened and closed softly and cousin Nathan shuffled out and crouched down by me to listen.
By the time uncle Luke had given her about 35 smacks with his hand Jamie was bawling like a baby. If we had gone to bed, she would have woke the house dang house with her boohooing. You'da thought he burnt her with a red hot poker. I suppose if you only get spanked about ince a month though, maybe your skin gets tender or somethin'... reckon I'll never find out! Then I heard Jamie really start screaming and carrying on, so I figured he must have picked up thye switch. I heard uncle Luke say something about "10" and Jami started bawling... But in the end she musta gone ahead and got over the arm of the couch like she was supposed to. I imagined her standing there with her skirt up, crying into the cushions and waiting for her licks. Personally, I was glad she was getting the switch, if she got off with just a lil spanking for drinking beer and getting arrested I was gonna be pissed off-- she takes the hairbrush to me just for not making fun of her dang cooking!!
I looked over at Nathan and he had a real satisfied look on his face. Jamie gets on his nerves too. Besides, he probably blamed her for his not getting to go out and tomcat all over town with his little trashy girlfriends. Junior was snickering and whispering in my dang ear so loud I could hardly hear a thing so I shoved him and whispered for him to just go jerk it and get outta here--- he shoved me back and almost started a fight but Nathan grabbed us both. By that time, Uncle Luke had been laying on the licks swift and pretty stiff, and I heard Jamie shriek with each one like he was torturing her or soemthing. He laid on the last three good and smart and that was all I got to hear. Jamie was about hysterical by that point.
Uncle Luke walked into the other room and I heard water running, I knew he was doing the dishes or something in the kitchen to let her cry a while. Then he would come back in and hug her and tell her how long she was grounded for. With me he always took me up on his lap and held me but Jamie is a little bit old for that sort of thing, I guess... Nathan shoved Junior and told me and him to get to bed. There was nothing more to hear anyhow and I sure as hell didn't wanna whippin so I went ahead and went upstairs. I don't think it's wring to evesdrop on Jamie getting her spankings since she is so bossy and thinks she's so great and always acts so grown up-- anyway, when I get spanked it don't matter where I am-- I even have got a spankin' in the dang yard before so why should she get privacy if I don't??
I wish I had soemthing exciting to write about, Diary, but nothing ever happens here...