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>I thought I was doing good, I hadn't gotten spanked >since before Christmas, but that came to an end >yesterday (Saturday). I did something inexcusably >stupid and got my rump roasted. The lawn needed >mowing. That's my job and after a bit of >encouragement from my mom I got to it. I noticed that >it needed watering. Now, in our town that's a big >deal. We're short of water and, while it's not >rationed yet (we can still use as much as we need), >there are strict rules as to how we can water our >yards. We can only water two days a week. Our >assigned days are Wednesday and Saturday. We can only >water after 6:00 PM so the sun can't evaporate the >water before it soaks into the ground. No run-off is >permitted. Well, at 6:30 I started the sprinklers. >Seeing the water being sprayed my brain decided it >wanted to water, too, so I went inside and watered the >usual receptacle. After flushing our low-volume >toilet (my dad calls it an indoor outhouse because it >doesn't always do a proper job) my phone rang. It was >a buddy who wanted to shoot the breeze. We didn't >talk all that long, but long enough for me to forget >about the lawn watering. This is unforgivable because >you can hear the water running through the pipes in >the house, but that sound is so common that my brain >decided there is nothing of importance about the sound >and tunes it out completely. Not so my mom who, after >a while, went outside to see what was going on. The >ground had become saturated and water was running >across the sidewalk, over the curb, and down the >gutter. Now, in out town that is a crime almost as >bad as an assault on a police officer with a deadly >weapon, so my mom turned off the sprinklers and called >me into the kitchen to tell me about it. She said >that she hoped no police patrol had passed the house >and seen that or we would be turned over to the water >Gestapo and get fined. Do that too often and they >have threatened to turn off your water. I've never >heard of that actually happening because that would >render the house uninhabitable and you would have to >sell and move out, but the threat is still there. I >made the mistake of observing that it was dark outside >and the police probably couldn't see anything. She >countered by pointing out the street lighting, which >blew me out of the water, so to speak. That sorta >hardened pharaoh's heart and she told me that she was >fetching the paddle and I was to have my pants off by >the time she got back with it. I shucked off my jeans >in time and she sat down in a kitchen chair, ordered >me to pull down my underpants to my knees and get over >her lap. You know what happened then. I was >determined not to cry. I'm 17 for gosh sakes, but >after the 20th smack or so it was stinging so bad that >I couldn't hold back and was bawling as usual before >she finished. Drat! > >It still hurts but I can sit to type this. So, I >finally have something on-topic to post to the forum. >All-in-all I'd rather stick to cheeseboards, but you >don't always get what you wish. Hope the rest of you >escaped my fate. > >-Jerry
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