MY SPANKING
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Well, it is official, I am apparently not too old to be spanked, In my house anyway. What happened? Well due to popular request, I decided to test my limits. Of about 30 emails received regarding my web page, about 20 of them were people (whom had read the "about" section of this page) wondering what the chances were of me being spanked again. I had replied to the majority, telling them that chances were very slim of anything happening again, and the majority that replied argued that if I had been spanked that late into my teen years, and still receive swats that the chances are a lot higher than I think. So I decided to test them, and even had a bet with one, and came up drastically wrong. I knew I had a strict mother, and I knew I had an old-fashioned God-fearing Catholic mother, but I never seriously thought I would be spanked again. Had I known this evenings end result previously I'm sure it was something I never would have challenged. Here's what happened :
I woke up this afternoon and received yet another email asking me that yet popular question, "Do you think you'll ever get spanked again?". I replied the same, "No, I would doubt it." and continued reading emails. I then came to another ladies' email and that is the one that put me over the edge, I decided it was time to test it. She bet me that if I did the same thing that had gotten me spanked last time, I would be spanked again. She was under the impression (as a parent herself) that if I had been spanked after turning 18 that there will be the chance I will be spanked again until I move out of my parent's house. So I responded, took the bet, and went on my way.
I figured that if there was a chance of being spanked again, that I was at a huge disadvantage because things haven't exactly be going great between myself and my mother lately. But I didn't think it would be an issue so I decided to press the point anyway and figured worse that could happen is yet another smack on the butt. So I continued surfing the web for awhile, having nothing better to do and too lazy to even change out of my flannel pyjama pants. A few hours rolled by and it was dinnertime. I knew this was my chance. I walked downstairs, still clad in my flannel pants and a t-shirt and sat down for dinner. Wearing pyjama pants, and not being fully dressed after an hour of being awake in my house was something that was always frowned upon. "Someone apparently has no plans on going anywhere tonight," was the first comment out of my mother's mouth, and was in a rather firm and annoyed tone. I ignored it and began serving myself food. I got a snicker out of my younger sister (16), and a scowl from my mother. She always found it rude for someone to begin serving themselves food before the person who cooked it had a chance to take care of their plate. She let it slide tho, and didn't comment. The dinner continued and she tried to start a conversation with me, and get me in on her and my sister's conversations but I just shrugged it off and ignored the questions or had smart answers.
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