justamomma123:on her way to her room after a talk with momma.Sundays Are the Worst I got spanked b
justamomma123:on her way to her room after a talk with momma. Sundays Are the Worst I got spanked by my mom – hard. Of course, which was fair. It happens, I’m not sure how, sometimes I just seem to need it, and then a lot of times I get it. Everything she says annoys me, or sounds stupid – even when it isn’t any different from any other day. Sooner or later she warns me ‘you’d better watch yourself’ and then I know it’s going to happen. And it does. She gets out the hairbrush, I have to take down my pants and all that, and she makes me bend over her knee. Then she spanks me until I’m ‘good and sorry’ – and I am, both good (you’d better believe it!) and sorry!Sundays are the worse. If it’s a weeknight, I might make it late enough with a ‘that’s enough, young lady’ and stretch it out until bedtime. Not always – sometimes it starts the minute I get home from school or even before (in my head). Then I get it good but am in bed before too long. Saturdays a lot of times I can find something to do and just get away from her and by Sunday maybe the feeling’s passed.It’s when the feeling hasn’t passed that there’s no hope. She annoys me getting ready for church and sitting in church – even if we’re not saying anything – and going and coming back. Knowing I won’t stop until I end up getting spanked just makes me all the madder. Then, instead of getting out of the house, she wants to ride me about chores or schoolwork – the worse I’m acting, the less she seems to want to let me go anywhere and get away from her! I’m 18, for crud’s sake, I should be able to go where I want, when I want – but not ‘when I’m living under her roof’, I guess! That’s how she was raised, during the Civil War.Today she waited a long time to warn me, though I knew it was coming. Not to keep me in suspense, I suppose, but still. It was right after lunch, no chance of making it till bedtime – and no chance that she just wouldn’t speak to me until then!I don’t know, maybe I just wanted to get it over with or something. When I said “Could you just shut up!” I knew that was it practically before the words were out of my mouth – though, unfortunately, not before! I was lucky I didn’t get my mouth washed out, thank the Lord! But she went to town on my butt – sometimes she starts or finishes easier and the worst is in the middle. Oh no, not today! She got right after it and had me bawling in a second – then kept after it, then lectured me while she was finishing with slow, super-hard smacks! A lot of them – she had a lot to say! She was definitely not in the mood to have to deal with me.Now, three hours later, my butt is still sore as H-E-double toothpicks! Geez, it hurts! Though I stopped crying and cleaned up my face a long time ago. We’ll sit down to dinner soon, and I’ll squirm in my chair, and she’ll be all concerned, as if she’s not the one who caused it. Neither of us will say a word about it but I’ll feel so sorry for myself I’ll want to cry all over again, and she’ll fuss over me a bit, like that will do any good. That’s the last I ought to have to sit down, though – I can keep off it until bedtime unless we drive somewhere, I don’t think we will.By morning I ought to be able to sit in school and nobody can tell – I don’t know, I haven’t had many this bad! And it’ll probably be a long time till my next one, at least. -- source link