December 16, 2009

The Wicked Witch

Okay, so I suck at keeping this thing updated. It's not like totally my fault anyway. Classes started up and I kept working at the office and time just slipped on by. I could mention I was grounded since the end of October too, but you don't want to hear about that, or do you? Okay so maybe you do.

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.

12 comments:

  1. If there were no bad girls, life would be so much easier for parents. No need for spankings. But that's not the way it is. Some girls are just bad. Spoiled brats. Arrogant. Irresponsible. Self-centered. Disrespectful of their elders. That's when old-fashioned spankings and corner time are the only punishments that are effective. Bad girls end up blushing scarlet on both ends.

    I'm glad your mom cares enough to raise you properly, Andrea. Someday you'll thank her.

    Happy holidays.

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  2. That's putting it bluntly Brett. I'm not going to argue 'cept to say I don't think I'm arrogant, self-centered, or spoiled. I admit I can be a handful at times, it's just in my nature, but I do realize the world revolves around the sun and not me.

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  3. It's nice to see some things never change. While I do wish I could read more blog posts from you, a few posts a year is better than none at all.

    Of course I'll agree your mother did the right thing and she's doing a fine job of raising you. I'm sure most people would agree, especially considering all the teasing going on in this post. Don't forget to pop in again sometime soon and tell us how your xmas went.

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  4. What do you mean with regular spankings being part of the package???
    :-O

    Sylvie

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  5. Hey there.. Most of your spankings sound like something of a wrestling match. Or at least the rebellion is present throughout. Do you get spankings where you feel you every actually deserved them and accept the punishment? When was last/ what was that like? lightnessof@yahoo

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  6. Andrea, I don't know you well enough to judge you. I was thinking in general. When a girl is bad, when she acts arrogant, irresponsible, selfish, or disrespectful, then spankings and corner time are effective in correcting behavior and attitude. Apparently, sometimes you're a bad girl, and that's how your parents punish you. To put it bluntly, if you were a bad person, I don't believe that kind of punishment would help you.

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  7. They say attack is the best defence and I like your rebuttal Of Brett's comments! Surely no one can accuse you of being spoilt after the punishments you get from your parents! I think you are a handful and dare I say argumentative which seems to attract punishment each time! I think being spanked on the bare in front of the Family guarantees
    a full house each time and must be really very embarrassing! Although I suppose too much of a good thing....! Jack

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  8. Hey Andrea! Can you send us a picture of the dreaded spoon? (I'm just wondering if it looks like the one my aunt used to use)

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  12. To have a passion about anything
    besides the Trinity, dear, is
    mortal sin (you can have passions
    other than those, but they have
    to fall into.the second place or
    third or fourth... etc;
    the Trinity should come FIRST).
    Lemme tella youse how
    to wiseabove to Seventh-Heaven...

    'We cannot be neutral in our lifelong demise precisely because Jesus WILL NOT be neutral at our General Judgement' -blessed holy socks
    What we do in our finite lifetimes
    has eternal consequences.

    Howd'ya literally N figuratively WISEABOVE?? Pray the Stations. Go to Mass at least Sunday. Lissen, lissen, lissen. Pray the Rosary to kick-Satan's-ass. Carry your cross - literally and/or figuratively. Goto the Adoration Chapel located inside every Catholic choirch. Pray, pray, pray. Offer your whole day N night to the Trinity. Read your Bible. Love God alone. Love everyone else. Put their lives ahead of your own. DO IT! We dont have long before our LastPage: find-out what RCIA means and join.

    Withe filthy, whorizontal piss-ants which swiftly crawl like lemmings to their scorecard destruction seeing who can git a lowest place in Hellfire, dont you think your lifetime is EXTREMELY vital to the planet? Thus, to love the lives of others is to love your own: spread the Gospel of Jesus.

    trustNjesus.
    ALWAYS.
    God bless your indelible soul.

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