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>Hello Jim W. >You bringing up the bar of soap brought back a foul >tasting memory for me. > >I was thirteen full of hormones and I had gotten into >it with Momma and was in danger of a spanking. During >our argument, I dropped the dreaded "F-Bomb". Even >though she had never done it, I almost expected her to >smack me in the mouth because she hated that word, but >she didn't. Instead of that she just told me, "Sonya >Marie (last name). You go get your little butt in the >bathroom, get your shower and get ready for bed." Not >quite the reaction I expected, but I could see she was >furious. So I retreated to the bathroom. I can >honestly say, while I was in the shower, I had a >feeling of impending doom. That feeling was justified. >After I finished, I turned off the shower, opened the >curtain and saw Momma standing there with a towel in >her hand. She handed me the towel and told me to come >over to the sink. I wrapped the towel around me, >stepped out of the shower and stepped over to the >sink. Without a word she opened the bathroom closet, >got out a box of cosmetic soap, opened it then grabbed >a washcloth. She got the soap and washcloth both wet >and lathered it up. Then she told me. "You will NOT >use language like that in my house young lady. I'm >going to wash your mouth out with soap, then blister >your butt!" Then she told me to open my mouth and >stick out my tongue. I was already in tears, and tried >to beg my way out of it, but she wasn't having it. So >I did as she said. Oh my God it was awful. She rubbed >that soapy washcloth down my tongue several times, >then made me hold it in my mouth for about I don't >know maybe thirty seconds, telling me to make sure I >don't swallow. The soap smelled nice, but it tasted >awful. I was trying not to gag. The she took it out >and told to rinse out my mouth. I rinsed my mouth >several times and got the soap out, but I couldn't get >the taste out of my mouth. The she told me, "Come >here". She took me by the arm and walked over to the >toilet grabbing her hairbrush off the vanity. Then she >closed the lid and sat down. She told me to drop the >towel and get over her knee. She gave me a long >spanking and scolding while I bawled. That hairbrush >sounded like gun shots as she was smacking my wet butt >with it. When she finally finished, I got up off her >lap, she finished chewing me out and then put the >hairbrush down and walked out of the bathroom. I >immediately went back to the sink and brushed my teeth >and rinsed out my mouth several times trying to get >rid of the taste of that soap. She stuck her head back >in the door and told me, "Hurry up, dry off and get to >bed and make sure you get all that water up off the >floor when you're done." So I did as she said, dried >off, used that towel to mop up the water all over the >floor then streaked to my bedroom. When I got in >there, I looked at my butt in the mirror for a moment, >put on a nightshirt and got into bed. To add insult to >injury, it wasn't even 8:00 yet and I could hear my >family in the living room watching TV while I lay in >the bed and cried myself to sleep. > >No more "F-Bombs" for this ol' girl. At least not if >Momma was in earshot.

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