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Dad never spanked me. I grew up on a farm in the 50’s. It was a regular neat childhood. I mean, I was free to roam around the place, and work was just a part of life. So was play. Taking care of the animals and doing my chores and going to school and just being a boy.
At the time it was just a part of my life and I thought nothing of it, but I often was present when Dad spanked Mom. It wasn’t every day, mind you, and he wasn’t mean or abusive. But it would be provoked by a supper that didn’t turn out very good, or something around the house she did or didn’t do. I would come in the kitchen for a cold glass of milk and sit on the stool at the end of the counter where I could reach the cookie jar. Dad would be telling Mom that he didn’t appreciate something. And I never can really remember what it would be from time to time. I guess Mom did.
Anyway, he would just quietly tell her to bend over the table and grab the other side, which she would quietly do. He would then lift up her dress and pull down her panties. You would think she’d be crying and pleading with him not to spank her, but she never did. She just quietly did as she was told and Dad would say, “Frankie, get the paddle for me will you?” I’d open the bottom drawer and hand him the paddle and then sit back down on the stool and grab another cookie.
He never cared that I was there; after all, I’ve been seeing this for as long as I can remember. Then he’d quietly tell her what she did that was wrong or maybe it was something she should have done but didn’t. He’d spank her until she cried, but once in a while, he would stop for a few moments, lay the paddle down on her back and begin rubbing her bottom. Then his fingers would disappear into her back side, or under her to somewhere else. Being a kid I had no idea what he was doing, but his fingers would come back wet and he’d ask, “Why are you wet?” And she’d answer something like I don’t know and he’d say, “Don’t lie to me, Marjorie, why are you wet?” And she’d say spanking always made her wet.
I was by this time all but invisible, but not wanting to leave, and just sat there quietly watching this. Soon there were drops of wetness coming down her leg. It didn’t look like pee, but I wasn’t going to ask, and then Dad would say, “Well, it looks like it’s time for the rest of your spanking.” He’d pick up the paddle, and once again begin swatting her red bottom.
Like Niğde Escort I said, he never spanked me. And even sometimes at night I would get up for a drink of water or use the bathroom, pad down the hallway in my bare feet, passing my parents’ room. Dad would be sitting up in bed with Mom lying across his lap and he’d be swatting her bottom while talking real quietly.
You would think that this kind of treatment would make her mean or mad, but, no, my mother was the kindest, sweetest person, and I guess it was just part of her life. I would never come out and ask about it. I mean, that would be like asking why do your parents sleep together? Or why does Mom do all the cooking and Dad all the complaining?
I realize I lived through many winters on the farm, but most of my memories are of summer. And warm springs and falls. The year I was 19, Mom got a letter that her sister and her husband had died in a horrible car crash. We didn’t usually take long trips together, but we did go to the funeral. Funerals are bad enough for everybody, but as a kid, and especially one who didn’t even know these people very well, it was just long and boring. But I got to meet my cousin Becky.
She was 18 and she was devastated that her parents were suddenly gone. In addition, there was no where for her to go, and she was thinking she’d end up in an orphanage or some horrible place. But my parents agreed to take her home with us. We had a nice big house and just us. So, we helped her pack, and assured her we were good decent people, and the whole family agreed that was all for the best.
At first, Becky didn’t fit in very well. Well, in all fairness, she was still grieving over her loss. And for several weeks we all just pretty much left her alone, even though it was apparent to us, that she was turning into a spoiled brat. She acted like we were all supposed to do whatever she said and whatever would make her happy. Soon, she was complaining about every little thing that wasn’t right. We were patient with her at the start, but I could tell Dad’s patience was rapidly coming to an end.
One evening she complained about everything. It was too hot, she didn’t like pork chops, she didn’t think she should have to help with the dishes, she wanted to stay outside when it was time to come in and start baths. Finally Dad looked up from his paper and said, “Becky, You’re Niğde Escort Bayan going to have to learn to be a little more agreeable around here, or I’m just going to have to put you over my lap and start giving you a few spankings until you come around”. She looked up and said, “I don’t have to do what you tell me; you’re not my dad!”
Well, I knew that was the wrong thing to say. Dad just said, “No, young lady, I’m not. If I were your dad you would be much better behaved.” She just stood up and yelled, “I hate it here!” ran through the house and out the back door into the warm evening. Dad went back to reading his paper, and Mom said, “Jacob, shouldn’t one of us go after her?”
“No, she’ll come around in a little bit.” Mom looked worried, but Dad told her to not worry about it. But then after about an hour he looked over at me and said, “Frankie, why don’t you go see if you can find her. Make sure she didn’t fall in the creek or something.”
I walked out the back door and stood there for a second wondering where she’d go and thought, yeah, the creek. That was about her favorite place. I walked down there never doubting that I’d find her there. And I was right. There’s a bend in the creek where the water collects into a little pool. On hot summer days we swim in it. Though it’s summer, it’s getting pretty dark, and we wouldn’t be swimming tonight.
I came up to where she was sitting and just sat down beside her. For a long time, neither of us spoke. I said, “I know it’s hard to lose your parents, but we really do like you, Becky.” She just turned to me, and started bawling. Right out of the clear blue. I didn’t know what to do, so I just inched closer, put my arms around her and held her sobbing close to my chest. She cried it out and I just talked quietly to her cause I didn’t know what else to do.
Finally she said, “Would your dad really spank me?” I said, “I don’t know, but probably. He spanks my mother all the time.”
“Why doesn’t he spank you?”
“I don’t know. I always do what he tells me to, or he just talks to me. He says with girls it’s different. They get high-strung and need calming down. You know, like the fillies.” I thought she was going to holler that I compared her to a filly, but she didn’t.
“Do you think it hurts?”
“Probably, but Mom doesn’t act like she hates it. If you ever notice Escort Niğde after a spanking, she’s always real nice and calm and well, almost happy.”
“Why would a spanking make her happy?”
“Beats me. You could ask her sometime.”
“No, I’m not going to do that.” We sat there for awhile quietly and she said, “I really have been a pain lately, haven’t I?”
“Well, Yeah…” I didn’t want to sound insulting, but she sure was.
“Do you think I should go in and apologize to your parents?”
“Well, Becky, it’s getting later and colder. Sooner or later you’ll have to.”
Without another word, she just stood up, and I did right next to her. For some reason, I took her hand and said, “It’ll be ok. Dad’s not mean or anything. He just wants you to behave.” She let me take her hand but didn’t say anything and we just walked back to the house, commenting on the frogs making noises and a far away owl.
In the living room, Mom was drinking a cup of tea. Dad was sitting on the couch watching TV. I said, “I guess I should go to bed.” Becky turned and said, “Please stay.” I just sat down on a chair and Becky turned to Dad and Mom and said, “I just want to apologize for the way I’ve been acting. I know you’re just trying to be good to me, and I haven’t been very good back.” Then she looked at Dad for awhile before saying, “If you think I need a spanking to teach me how to be good, then, maybe I do.”
Dad just looked at her and said, “Becky, I don’t want to hurt you, but you need to calm down and relax a bit. And a spanking is just what you need to help you do that. Understand?” She didn’t look like she did understand but nodded.
“Come over here on my right.” She came and got on Dad’s right, and he guided her over his lap and said, “Since this is your first spanking, I’m just going to use my hand. But in the future, I’ll use a paddle like I do on Marjorie, understand?”
“Yes, sir.” He pulled down her shorts and then her underwear and for a minute we all just looked at her little white butt. Dad started rubbing his hand over it for a few minutes and then just whack, whack, started hitting her bottom in a regular rhythm. She kicked, but not very hard, and squirmed, but not very badly, and soon was crying quietly into the couch cushion. He didn’t keep it up for very long, but must’ve thought that was enough once she started crying for a little bit.
When he stopped, she stood up and said, “Thank you, sir. May I go to bed now?” Dad said, “Yes, of course. I’ll see you in the morning.” Then he gave Mom that look that told me she was going to get the same treatment. “Marjorie…..”
“Yes, Jacob,” and she quietly went to him.
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