Subject: The Truth Hurts
From: awright@falcon.cc.ukans.edu
(Ashley Wright)
Date: 26 Jan 95 17:06:17 CST
...And sometimes it's stranger than fiction! I promised severeal days ago that I'd relate the true incidents that occurred while I was at home for my interesting if not particularly festive holiday break.
Well, to start off with, I got spanked- twice- although if you count all the times I got a single swat on the butt for a smart remark or just because biomommy dearest was in a "whimsical" mood, or pised off, or just because she felt like it, well then I got spanked probably 10 or 12 times. One time, she even gave me several "playful" smacks with an empty 20 oz. plastic Coke bottle, and remarked what an excellent noise it made, and what a handy tool it would be for spanking.
Okay, so we've established that the old woman is probably a spankophile and Domina (she reads Anne Rice, as well) but she wasn't the one who administered either of the two "real" spankings I received.
My brother gave me one, for letting the cat in the house. We were playing around, and it was about 40 degrees outside, cold enough that I pitied the poor cat who was exiled from the house for mistaking biomom's Oriental rug for a scratch post, and I wanted to let the pitiful beast in. Well, Big brother and I got into an argument because he may be 28 years old and 6' tall and 240 lbs, but he's scared of mummy's wrath (as any sane person would be). So, when he was in the bathroom, I snuck the cat in. From the can, Bud hollered, "You better not be letting that cat in the house!" I just laughed, and stroked my chilled feline's silky fur as she purred and nibbled my sleeve in gratifacation. From the bath came another shout of warning, this time to the tune of, "I'll tan your hide!!!"
Now, this parental threat from my elder brother made me laugh even more, and when he came out of the can, zipping up as he did so, I tossed the cat at him shouting in mischievous high spirits, "Think fast!" He recoiled, the cat's eyes bulged and it hooked its claws into the soft hairy flesh beneath Bud's Metalica t-shirt, and he swore, hurled the cat, while bounced harmlessly off the bed and escaped out the back, and then my older brother who tops me by 7 inches in height and a good 110 pounds in heft, came after me.... a merry chase followed, with me laughing and shrieking, and my assailant trying not to laugh as he uttered dire threats- "I'm going to kick your ass! Get back here! Your little butt is mine, you brat..."
At last the chase ended, me cornered between the wall and the drum machine, Bubba's bed dishevled and furniture shoved askew to mark the progress of the chase (I could have run outside but I was barefoot and he would have gleefully locked me out)... the big ox grabbed me and upended me as easily as one would a kitten, laughing at my helpless protests and feeble shrieks. My elder brother then subjected me to the humiliation of being tucked under one tattooed and muscular arm, and held fast while he volleyed 5 hard swats on the seat of my overalls!
He let me down, rubbing his belly where I kicked him, and tried not to laugh as he sternly admonished, "Let that be a lesson to you." I fled upstairs, rubbing my bruised ego, and slammed the door of my room to ruminate on the incident. Later, of course, we patched everything up- it was only adolescent sibling-play, after all, and he was extra nice to me, even renting me a movie, becaue he had a date that night and wanted to borrow my handcuffs...
The second incident was not a strictly playful one, my stepfather spanked me up the stairs and he was definitely annoyed and angry. Now, the man has never laid one of his calloused and grimy hands upon me until that moment, so it took me by surprise to say the least. But, as I have said before, I suspect I have some sort of aura that just draws those around me to want to turn me over their knee and paddle my cute denim clad butt...
Bub and I went down to our stepdad's office becaue he stopped us in town at a red light and ordered us to come by, shouting the directive over the growl of the idling motor of his 4x4. We had no idea what he wanted, and my stomach instinctively clenched in nervous dread... the household mail came to his office, and I had racked up quite a hefty long distance bill in my time away from Doug.. also, the grades from last term were due to come out any day and I suspected that my 1.0 gpa might be cause for some recrimination...
But when we got down to the office, Brother bear and I were forced to wait around in the chilly building, breathing in the scent of axle grease and gasoline, while step-daddy dearest gave a prospective customer a long sales pitch about the virtues of a particular acetyline torch. After kidding around with the highschool dropout on duty for a while, and exploring the ice cream freezer and stock room for a while, I was lead by my adventurous spirit to the dank pit that served as the establishment's basement.
Having never ventured down into the basement before, and since stepdad was going to be engaged in conversation for a while, I carefully felt my way down the rickety steps of the unlit passage. The stairs were old and trecherous, the lightbulb dangled, broken, from its socket in the ceiling, and there was a peculiar sharp smell of dank dirt and old grease, and small things that scuttle away from bright lights... I took my time getting down the stairs, reflecting on the Steven King novel I'd read the night before, and had no sooner reached the dirt floor of the basement proper and started to creep around when I heard the thunderous crashing of my stepdad's hurried and heavy tramping down the rickety stairs, and I was abrubtly grabbed from behind, yanked off my feet and spun in the direction of the steps, and hurried up them with 5 or 6 sharp smacks to the seat of my britches.
There were snakes in the basement, which was okay since they kept down the rat population, but still made the basement an unsuitable place for me to go exploring- thus explaining my stepdad's uncharictaristic fit of parental protectiveness. I got bawled out briefly, and then told that the reason we'd been called down to the office was so that we could take our stepfather on a trip to a nearby town to deliever propane... I got scowled at all the way out the Jeep, and taunted by my brother, but by the time we were down the highway, all was forgiven and by dinnertime, my stepfather was even joking about it. Since his own 2 sons are the world's foremost sissies, crybabies and cowards, he has always admired his little girl's grit.
Well, there you have the true stories of the spankings I received over Christmas. Hardly titllating when it comes from the hands of your own blood relations, however. I guess I don't have to worry about getting old- even though I'm 20 goin' on 21, my own biounits seem to feel I'll never grow up!