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>No I wasn't but I did get a really bad spanking for it >from my Granny when I was seven. Momma and Daddy had >gone out for the evening and Granny was babysitting >us. I was taking a bath and while I was cleaning up I >did start to do it. She barged into the bathroom to >tell me to hurry up and get ready for bed and caught >me in the act. She smacked me then jerked me out of >the tub by my arm smacking my butt hard, screaming at >me, telling me what a filthy little girl I was and I >would go to Hell for being so nasty. Then she sat on >the toilet seat, turned me over her knee and spanked >me really hard, while still yelling at me telling me I >was a sinner and would burn in Hell. I was bawling at >the top of my lungs. She finally stopped the spanking >stood me up and dried me off roughly still giving me >smacks on the backs of my legs and butt while she did >it. Then dragged me still naked back to my room, where >she spanked me some more and then made me put on my >nightgown and panties and go to bed. I lay there >holding my bottom and crying. I was still in the bed >crying when Momma and Daddy got home. Daddy came to >check on me and asked what was wrong. I told him >Granny spanked me. He cuddled me up on his lap and >asked why she spanked me. I told him, "She said I was >being nasty." He asked me what I did and I tried to >explain it the best I could being seven. Then he >cuddled me up and said "it's gonna be ok Baby Girl." >Then he gave me a pat on the bottom and I stiffened up >and cried "OW! It hurts!" Daddy said, "I'm sorry Baby, >let's see." then slipped my panties down in back then >I heard him say, "Barbara, you need to come in here >right now and see this." It was one of the few times I >ever heard Daddy use Momma's first name when talking >to her and I got scared. I was laying back on the bed >on my stomach when Momma came in and she asked what >was wrong and Daddy told her, "Your Mother beat Hell >out of Sonya. Take a look." Momma pulled up my >nightgown and saw the bruises forming on my legs, then >pulled my panties down and I heard her say, "Oh my >God, Then she yelled "MOMMA GET IN HERE. NOW!" Then >told me, "It's gonna be ok Baby." While she held me. >Granny walked in the room and Momma yelled at her >telling her to explain herself. Granny tried to >stammer out, I gave her a good whoopin' because she >was sinning, I caught her mast... and Momma flew off >the bed and pushed Granny up against the wall in the >hallway yelling at her. Then pushed her out into the >living room still yelling. One of the things I heard >her saying was "you will never hit one of my kids >again, ever." Daddy held me in his arms trying to calm >me down and we heard my brother and sister both >crying. Daddy stood up and told me, "Baby Girl, I'm >gonna go check on Bubba and Sissy, I'll be right >back." Then he gave me a kiss on the head. I nodded >and he went to check on them. That was when I looked >in the mirror for the first time to see the damage. My >butt and backs of my thighs were pretty bruised up. I >could hear Momma yelling at Granny in the Living Room. >I was terrified, I crawled back into the bed and put >my pillow over my head crying. I've heard Momma get >mad before like when she found out Granny whipped me >with a switch. But this time she was irate. Daddy had >gotten my Brother and Sister settled and came back in >the bedroom. I literally ran into his arms crying and >asking what I did that was so bad and apologizing. He >just held me tight and told me everything would be ok. >Finally I heard the yelling had stopped and Momma came >into the bedroom she asked if I was ok and then told >Daddy, "Allen, I need you to take Momma home, I >can't." Daddy got up and hugged her and told her, he >would take her and it was going to be ok. He left to >take Granny home and Momma sat down on my bed, and >called me over to her. I cuddled up on her lap and she >told me, "Baby, I'm so sorry." I said, "It's all my >fault Momma, Granny said I was nasty and a sinner. >What did I do that was so bad?" Momma just held me >tight and started crying, then said, "Baby, you didn't >do anything wrong. You're not nasty, Your Granny is >just a crazy old woman and I promise you, I will never >let her hurt you again." She sat holding me in her >arms and rocking me until I finally fell asleep. > >We ended up skipping Church the next morning because >it was such an exhausting night for all of us. It was >also a long time before I saw Granny, and Momma never >left us alone with her again. It was weeks before >Momma even talked to her on the phone and months >before we saw her again. I was happy to have never >been left alone with her because honestly, she scared >me. I had taken the see her off and on but a couple , >but I never let her out of my sight when the kids are >around her. A couple of years ago, after coming back >from one of those trips, my daughter cuddled up on my >lap and said, "Momma, I love Granny but sometimes, she >scares me." I got a little choked up and said, "She >scares me sometimes too Baby." Bruises go away and are >soon forgotten, welts and even scars will fade, but >emotional scars last a lifetime. > >After things had settled down, Momma and I started >having Mother/Daughter talks. She was always patient >and answered any questions I had.

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