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Date Posted:12:42:21 05/18/21 Tue
The rain sounds deafening on the conservatory roof as it pours relentlessly. It has been that way throughout May here. Paying for an unusually dry April. I stare glumly out of the window, drumming my fingers on my chair arms.
â€śIt's raining,â€ť I inform my daughter unnecessarily.
â€śI'd noticed,â€ť she bellows to make herself heard over the high velocity hailstones.
It is a Sunday, and it is just us in the â€śsun roomâ€ť. My wife is working â€“ as a retail manager, she does assorted shifts. The two boys are in their rooms.
â€śI am fed up. Can't even do any gardening,â€ť I complain.
â€śUh uh,â€ť she says, scrolling on her throne.
That's what I like about teenagers. They give you their undivided attention.
â€śIt just isn't fair, â€ś I continue morosely, â€śI mean, you have all been behaving well lately, and I haven't even had reason to put ONE of you over my knee for a good spankingâ€ť.
â€śSo sorry, Dad. I guess we have been a bit thoughtless,â€ť replies the girl sweetly, ever considerate of her father's feelings.
â€śI should think so too. A deplorable state of affairs, young lady, and it has to end soonâ€ť.
â€śUh uh,â€ť the teen is hanging on my every word.
A series of bumps and yells.
My daughter says â€śBros are fighting again, Dadâ€ť.
I groan in vexation, and head for the door.
â€śDon't forget to collect your slipper!â€ť she calls out helpfully, hastily following me.
â€śSomebody Is getting a good spanking,â€ť I yell up the stairs, as I open the cupboard door for the necessary footwear for such tasks.
A table lamp had been overturned and smashed, and each was blaming the other for the ensuing scuffle. The two teen boys were each taken over my knee and soundly spanked and slippered, while their (no longer bored) sister looked on with big eyes. Pink bottoms, pink faces. Much hopping around with hands cupped to blazing backsides. Their sister is now grinning broadly.
Wishful thinking on my part? I certainly hope not. But a spanking itch well and truly scratched nonetheless.