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The Way It Really Is
Entry Three: 17 July 1985. Rating: Sort
I'm trying to be honest about this, so I put
"sort of fair" even though I still don't think spanking
kids is right or anything.
I was really bored today and just hanging
out around the house. My sister was maybe bored too - we seem
to need to spend every minute with each other since we haven't
gotten to meet any other kids.
So anyway, she asked me to play with her and
I said "okay."
Now my sister is pretty kewl but is younger
than me and likes to play dolls which I've never really liked
(paper dolls are different). But still, I said okay and we set
up the doll house.
What I like best about playing dolls is decorating
where they'll live. But a lot of the stuff we used to use in
the old house didn't get moved because my mom thought it was
junky. And so the doll's place now looked very bare. So I decided
to get some other things. They weren't anything that big, just
a handkerchief with some lace from my mom's dresser (to use
for a bedspread) and a make-up compact (for a vanity). I'm not
really supposed to go into her stuff, but I thought I could
put them away before she found out.
That made things look better. But then I decided
to get the mini-tea set out of the dining room cabinet. It's
not really a toy, the tea set, but a little tiny version of
her real one. A friend from college gave it to her when she
and my dad got engaged.
Anyway, I was taking it out really carefully
and set it on the floor when my hand accidentally hit one of
the glasses in the front and it fell out and broke with a really
loud crash. My mom came running in while I was trying to gather
up all the pieces. She made me stop so the glass wouldn't hurt
me, and I had to stand there while she cleaned it up. I felt
soooo bad because the things in her cabinet are special and
now I'd broken something.
Plus I knew I was in trouble. So my eyes started
to water a little and I told her I was sorry. She didn't say
anything to me but put the little tea set back and told me to
go to my room.
When I got to my room, my sister was gone
(which is okay, I would be gone too if I were her). But she'd
cleaned everything up and put all my mom's stuff away so I guess
she isn't too bad. If my mom had seen all that she'd have been
madder than she was going to be.
After about five minutes, I was afraid that
maybe I was going to have to wait for my dad to come home. That
would be bad because sitting all day makes it worse and I already
had to go to the bathroom. But finally my mom came in. She didn't
look mad, but she had grandma's hairbrush with her. As soon
as I saw it, I really really had to go to the bathroom.
Okay, just so you know how twisted my family
is, this is my grandma's hairbrush that she had when she was
a little girl and that her mother and father spanked her with
when she was bad. And she spanked my mother with it too. So
my mom knows how much it hurt. My grandma gave it to my mom
as a present when I hadn't even been born yet but she knew I
was coming. It's made out of ebony and is heavier than you'd
My mom doesn't use it very often, but it hurts
worse than anything.
Anyway, she sat on the bed next to me holding
the brush. And asked me why I'd gone into the cabinet. I told
her that I was playing dolls and wanted to get something for
their house and thought the tea set would be nice. She asked
if I remembered that I wasn't supposed to go in there and I
said yes and that I was sorry, that I didn't mean to break her
Mom said that was why there were rules so
that accidents didn't happen. And I nodded and knew I was going
to get a spanking with the brush. She had me bend over her lap
and pulled up my sundress but didn't pull down my panties. She
spanked me really hard too, and I cried pretty loud. The brush
isn't as loud as the paddle.
When she finished and I was still crying Mom
told me to go wash my face and then take a nap before dinner.
And I did, even though I was sure I'd never sleep because my
bottom hurt so much. But I did sleep.
At dinner she told my dad when I'd done and
that she'd spanked me with the brush. He looked right at me
and asked if it had hurt. I nodded because I was too embarrassed
to talk. He said I was lucky he hadn't been here or he'd have
paddled me proper.
I didn't say anything, but couldn't eat anymore.
My sister looked sad for me too. :((
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