annoyingwizard:There were the three of us. We ranged in ages from fifteen to twenty, when father m
annoyingwizard: There were the three of us. We ranged in ages from fifteen to twenty, when father married his long time girlfriend, a private school principal, who always had something to say about our behavior and how we needed *real* discipline in our lives. We blew most of her comments off and didn’t pay it much mind, as we thought of ourselves as no longer being *children* in *need* of discipline [*real*or otherwise]. That changed when she *officially* became our mother. She convinced father into putting her in charge of the household, where she made and *enforced* the rules as well as *defining* what a *child* was and who would be considered an adult. She came *equipped* to *back up* her declarations and demands for absolute obedience in a way she was more than practiced, obviously from past experiences in dealing with misbehavior and recalcitrance. If we showed the slightest intent of not doing as we were told; a painful and embarrassing spanking followed. We learned rather quickly that resisting [even verbally, sometimes] earned you a much more severe *lesson*. And being bare bottom across her knee was every bit *a lesson* None of us were able to *tough it out* and take her administration of maternal correction without screaming our heads off and issuing a plethora of tearful promises to be good. And as I said, no punishment came to an end unless she was satisfied *a lesson was learned*. So twenty one didn’t qualify you for adulthood and exempt you from getting treated like a kid and often caused a more intense correction [as you should have known better]. We attempted *a revolt* once that ended with three sobbing, *rebels* [aged; seventeen, nine teen and twenty two], lined up, facing the wall with bare red bottoms on display for anyone who came into our house to see the cost of our mini revolt. We stood there for two full hours, until early bedtime was announced and we were sent off to our rooms sore and shamefaced. But that didn’t stop her from paying a visit to each of our rooms, putting each of us across her knee, baring our bottoms yet again and ending forever any future attempt at *opposing home rule*. -- source link