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Subject: Re: Being Given The Opportunity To Lie Or Be Honest


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Date Posted: 11:50:43 01/19/25 Sun
In reply to: Emilia 's message, "Re: Being Given The Opportunity To Lie Or Be Honest" on 02:10:56 01/17/25 Fri

I wasn't lying because I didn't knew how to do it well. It was written all over my face, I was too scared for that. But I knew how to hide the truth.

When I dirtyed a piece of clothing, I would hide it in the laundry basket in the hope that my mother would not notice. It worked more than once, but it made me live those few days with the fear that she would notice. When that happened, she would come into my room armed with a belt. She would reprimand me and I would get a beating.
After a correction for this misdeed, she told me that if I had made a mistake it was better to admit it or it would be worse.
Since then I usually confessed my mistakes I didn't want it to be worse. But it was only for small mistakes, the biggest ones I hid them when I could.
In middle school, when we received a bad grade, we had to have the copy signed by one of our parents. My mother would put the copy on the table in the living room, I would have to arch my hands on the table facing the copy, and she would take the martinet (a french flogger with leather straps, in fashion that times). Bare buttocks and bare tighs I received it, a minimum of four series of four to six strokes per series.
my tears and swallowing fell on the copy while dissolving the ink of the fountain pen. It was in this state that my mother signed the copy, so I learned how to forge her signature. Once my German teacher called my mother because of my bad grades, and off course my mother was not in toutch with that. When she came back school I learned what worse mean. I got six series of the martinet from my mother and the braided leash over my naked back from my father whe he came back work, something like twenty strokes. I returned to school a day later, with an excuse note, absent for family reasons. I wasn't my first time I missed school for family reasons

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