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The Way It Really Is
Entry Five: 3 August 1985. Rating: Fair.
I know, waaaay too many spankings lately.
:( I think it's because I'm stuck with my parents all
the time since my friends are back at my real home.
My sister and I both got paddled today. We
were whispering in church after communion. My mom had already
squeezed both our hands to get us to be quiet and we had been,
but then I started playing with the sash on her dress which
made her mad and she pulled it away so hard it left a red mark
on my hand so I kicked her and we forgot we were supposed to
Next thing I know my dad is pulling us both
out to the parking lot. He spanked her first, sitting on the
car bumper and pulling her dress right up and spanking her hard
on her panties. She cried loud and yelled that I'd kicked her
and it was my fault (thanks!).
Then my dad stands her up and tells her to
go sit in the car. Then he turns to me. By now, a lot of the
people going to the next mass are already waiting outside and
they've heard my sister yelling her head off. So I told him
I was sorry and asked him to please not spank me here, to spank
me at home instead.
He said "I'll spank you at home too.
For what you did, setting such a bad example . . . blah . .
. blah . . . blah."
Okay, so I know I should be good. But being
in church is boring and it's hot. Anyway, I tried to talk him
out of it, but he got me over his lap and pulled my dress up
too. Then I said something dumb and told him that I was too
old to be spanked here. And he said he decided that and pulled
my panties all the way down and started spanking me really hard.
I tried to be really quiet and bite my lip so no one would see,
but I finally had to start crying. Plus the spanks were so loud
I was sure everyone in the church could hear.
When he finished and I was standing he said,
"pull up your underpants", like it was my fault they
were down. Then he told me to go sit in the car with my sister.
The seats were all hot and hurt. I hope none of the kids at
my new school saw. Or if they did that they don't remember that
it was me.
After the people started going out he said
we were going to go and say sorry to Father Mac. I felt scared
and didn't want to, but didn't say anything. He was outside
in his Mass clothes saying hi to people. We went up and my dad
said, "my daughters have something to say." I started
crying and said I was sorry for talking and playing in Mass.
He was very nice and said he could see I was
sorry and was sure I wouldn't do it again. And that we hadn't
made him lose his place talking.
I felt better after that. Usually we get donuts
after church but today we went straight home and my mom spanked
us both with the hairbrush. It hurt a lot and I cried though
not as loud or hard as my sister. Though my mom said she spanked
me longer for getting my sister into trouble since I'm older
and supposed to be a good example. Which seems totally unfair
because no one was a good example for me.
But afterwards I still felt pretty good because
Father Mac wasn't mad at me. I bet he wouldn't have wanted us
to get spanked again either.
Maybe not even the first time.
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