He may be stern but I am lucky

Sometimes I am almost glad to have the authority over me that dad provides by me being in his house.  I had a moment where I was going to just skip an assignment today it just seemed to hard but dad caught sight of it and made sure I did it.  I got an "A" thanks to his bossiness,  and help ( I hate admitting he may be smarter than me) , he helped me more than my professor and found a great way for me to figure it out and remember it

Dad being so strict is not always a bad thing and he is not above helping me to follow his rules and meet his expectations.  It’s not like he wants me to fail and just sits back and waits for it to happen.  I really am a good girl but my dad believes that what makes a good girl be a good girl is spankings. I try to be good but what gets me in trouble now is the same thing that got me in trouble as a kid, my mouth.  The thing is that it just comes naturally.  I try to tell people I am a red head it’s not my fault. 

I am lucky though it could be worse my parents are really good to me as long as I am being good. My dad makes a point to tell me that he is proud of me and makes a point to tell me I am a good girl and I get lots of hugs when I am being good.

Red face then a red butt

           So Ember came over a couple of days ago, I told her about getting caught with the alcohol, and that I feel really bad about getting in trouble but I told her I did not tell mom or dad. Still for some reason she still felt really bad and insisted on telling on herself.  She ended up submitting to getting a spanking herself she says it helps to clear her conscious I know what she means. When we kept something from mom or dad when we were kids we would get so upset from keeping the secret to avoid a spanking that we would just finally blurt it out. Oddly we always felt better (after we were done crying) than we had before. I was really glad that Ember was not angry with me and I tried to tell her it was ok she didn’t have to say anything but I think the guilt would have really bothered her by the time we were 15 we rarely ever hid anything from our parents the spankings are not a great thing but they were far better than the guilt.

 What’s more is dad got tired of my “potty mouth” and sent me to write out I will not swear in this house 75 times! Granted I thought I was getting off easy until he popped his head in my room and told me that when I am finished I am to bring him the paper and his paddle. I completed the writing and got that evil paddle and took it to him hoping I would get a few hard swats and a lecture and be done. Boy was that what I got and more. He told me right away that I was going to get a swat for every line he had me write. As I started to protest that I thought that was a bit much he pulled me over his lap. No matter how many times I find myself in this position my face gets red from humiliation. Between the humiliation and the no joke sting of each forceful swat my voice was cracking by only the fourth or fifth swat and he had not even used the paddle. At the point that he finished or so I thought :-( . I had gotten 15 swats over his knee he told me to stand up. I was relieved thinking it was over but he stood up grabbed the paddle and told me to put the sheet on the set and grab the seat. By the time I put my hands down my eyes were already clouding with tears I already didn’t want anymore and it was about to get worse. I don’t even know many I got because I was having to focus just on getting the line out and I knew it by heart now. I was lucky I didn’t earn extras at this point from stomping my foot I couldn’t help it, it hurt. He stopped paddling me but ordered me out of my shoes and pants, them back over his knee I really think his hand hurt as bad as the paddle. It wasn’t many swats before my panties had to come down to and I know I got at least one extra swat for not saying the line quickly enough. Eventually he got tired of waiting and just really went to town on spanking me. There is now way I could have counted them (without being rain man) but it had to me at least 30 I was squirming pretty bad and crying at that point he stopped and sent me to my room. I will say this I will not cuss in front of my dad again… until he is at least 80 and I know can out run him.

Home only a week

Ok, well I haven’t been home long but I went out with my big sis Ember she really seems to be the only person truly happy to see me again.  We went out and had a few drinks, went back and got a bottle of JD and went back to mom and dad’s to have a few shots.  Then Ember had to go home. Later that night I finished of the bottle (it was a small one).  Unfortunately I did not have the fore sight to throw the bottle away.

See dad has a no alcohol rule in the house and just a couple of days later mom was picking up to do some laundry and found the bottle with my cloths.  That was a big deal for mom and as soon as I walked in the door she jumped down my throat telling me I was going to get spanked.  This of course is not the first time I have been spanked.   She ordered me to their bedroom and I took my shoes and pants off and waited for dad to come in.   Man I was nervous!   It had been a while and I heard dad come in and the minute he walked through the door mom told him. I could hear how displeased he was as he talked to mom i was already regretting my decision. 

It was worse than I remember I don’t remember dads hands being so hard much less so rough his hands scratched me every time he moved his hand.  Each swat stung more than I thought it would and by the time he finished it was obvious he meant business and believe me, I was sorry.