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The Way It Really Is
Entry Four: 30 July 1985. Rating: Unfair.
I got spanked today for talking back. Which
is just wrong because I wasn't talking back so much as explaining.
We were in the car and my sister and I were arguing over what
should be on TV when we got home. I guess we were bugging my
dad because he said, "one more word and no one is watching
TV tonight." I was quiet but my sister started to explain
why it should be her choice because I'd already picked last
night. Which was a total lie anyway.
My dad stopped her and said "That's it.
No TV tonight!"
I said it wasn't fair because I hadn't said
anything and the next thing was he pulled the car off the road
and onto the side of the highway. He turned around and started
yelling at both of us for talking back. And I tried to tell
him that I was being good but that didn't help at all so next
time I'm just going to be quiet.
Finally I had to get in the front seat with
him and ride home. When we got there he said he hoped I knew
I was getting the spanking I deserved for my SMART LITTLE REMARKS.
I didn't think I deserved a spanking and didn't
think I was being SMART (guess he wanted stupid girls), but
didn't say anything because he always ends up taking everything
totally wrong. So I got spanked in the kitchen with the paddle
with my shorts down. Even though I get paddled a lot, it hurts
every time and makes me cry.
Then he said I should be glad he took me home
because next time I talk back he'd spank me right there and
then wherever we were.
My sister didn't even get in trouble and she
got to watch TV while I had to go to bed early. Plus she watched
me get spanked too even though she pretended to be reading.
And didn't even say it was all her fault. Which it soooo was.
I'm supposed to be asleep but am writing this
instead. Because otherwise I might forget and grow up as mean
to The Way It Really Is
to the treehouse