So, it all like started cause my mom's a witch. No, no seriously, she's a witch. Black cauldron, frog legs, raven eyes, little girls' hair, steaming froth all stirred over an open flame with the handle of her broomstick while she dances around naked in the kitchen chanting evil curses on all those who dared to unfavorably cross her path. Alright, maybe not, but it sounds good and she does have a way of cursing those who cross her path.
All I did was walk out of the kitchen and go upstairs to my bedroom. Totally unfair to get grounded over that if you ask me. Okay so maybe there was a little shouting in the kitchen first, so what? Okay, okay, then there was the minor matter of me not doing my chores for the week, but I was short on time and something had to give you know?!? And yeah, storming out of the kitchen while mom was talking to me probably wasn't the best idea I ever had and slamming my bedroom door to make all the windows rattle, really wan't an intentional thing.
So maybe mom had a reason or two to be annoyed. Is that really an excuse to ground me for over a month? Well is it? Is it? Come on, I can take it. Shut up! I don't want to hear you agreeing with mom. You're supposed to see my side of the issue.
Oh I get it, you just want to know if there was any spanking involved.
Tough!
I'm not saying!
No, you can't make me!
I'm not talking!
Stop asking!
Oh fine.
If you honestly think my parents would see fit to ground me without spanking my big (cute, sweet, adorable) butt then you don't know my parents. I think the windows were still rattling when mom burst through my door, big cooking spoon waving in her hand like the aforementioned witch's wand. She dragged me over to my bed, threw me on it face down, and started whacking away like my butt was a percussion instrument. The melody went something like Ooh, Oh, Ooh, Oh, Ooh, Stop, Oh, No, Please, Ooh, Don't, Oh, I'm, Ooh, Sorry, Oh.
I'm sure you get the picture.
No?
Too bad cause I'm not showing any before, during or after pix.
Anyway, that was right through my jeans and let me tell you it still hurt like I was bare ass. Alright, I admit bare ass hurts a little more but it hurt plenty good, bad. I was like certain my butt was dotted with permanent indentations from the spoon. Rubbing was out of the question as usual but honestly it was all I wanted to do, other than say I was sorry, because I was sorry and we all know I was the one acting like a witch and not mom.
But Mom didn't care.
You probably don't either.
Bad girls get spanked and no one has any sympathy.
But what would the world be like if all the girls were always good?
Shouldn't we protect bad girls like an endangered species?
The world needs more bad girls!
Spank the good girls for politeness, smiling, doing their chores, behaving!
That'll teach them!
What do you mean it will never happen? Why the hell else would I ever want to behave?
Anyway, yeah I got spanked and that wasn't the last time either. Being grounded pretty much sucks 24/7 and getting regular spankings is just part of the package. There was of course the all embarrassing corner time episodes as well, not to mention the uncomfortable times when someone other than immediate family walked through the front door only to be rewarded with a stellar view of my well spanked, beautifully pink, red and bare backside. I bet they thought the walls were painted pink too with that glow from my face reflecting back into the room.
I guess that's all for this time. More details later on some of the specifics, which I know you don't really care about or want to read about, but will of course come by to see anyway.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
