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>Hey Sweetie, Like I said, we never got spankings for >grades on our report cards, but if we got an NI (Needs >Improvement) or a U (Unsatisfactory) in the Conduct >section. There were four marks you could get on that >section, Satisfactory, Improving, Needs Improvement >and Unsatisfactory. On some of the things I always got >"S" or almost did. I got several "I"s which would >usually get me compliments from my folks. Because to >them it meant I was trying to do better. An "NI" got >me a lecture and in more often than not a trip over >Momma's knee for the a hand spanking on my bare butt. >A "U" was a guaranteed bare butt hairbrush spanking >from Momma. Also, getting an Unsatisfactory, meant >Daddy would have a talk with you too. Being the >Daddy's girl I was, getting a stern talking to from >him hurt my feelings more than Mom's hairbrush hurt my >bare butt. The last time I got a U for conduct, was in >my senior year and Momma blistered my butt of course. >I was in my room and had literally stopped crying when >Daddy came home from work. He came to my room and sat >down on the bed beside me. I could tell by the look >on his face he wasn't happy. He showed me the report >card, and said, "Momma wanted me to come talk to you >about this." I told him, "I know, Momma already >spanked me for it too." He said, "Yeah Baby Girl I >know, she already told me." I asked, "Are you gonna >spank me too Daddy?" because there were a few times >where he spanked me as well. He said, "No hon, I'm not >gonna spank you. But I do need to tell you something. >You aren't a little girl anymore, You're nearly a >grown woman. You're a Senior in High School, you're >very smart and you're gonna be eighteen in just a few >months." I apologized to him, then he said, "At your >age and as smart as you are, there is no reason at all >for you to get Unsatisfactory marks on your conduct. I >hate to say this, But I'm really disappointed about >this." Then he left the signed report card on my bed, >kissed me on the head and walked out of the room. I >tried to call to him but was to choked up. As soon as >he closed my door, I started bawling. Seeing him so >disappointed in me hurt worse than the spanking I got >from Momma. > >I lay there in my bed sobbing for over an hour when >Momma knocked on the door. I told her to come in and >she opened the door and told me, "Supper's ready >Baby." I told her, "I'm not hungry Momma." She closed >the door and sat down on the bed. I had turned over on >my belly and she started rubbing my back. She asked, >"Are you still sulking from the spanking I gave you or >is it because your Daddy scolded you? " I told her >both and she said, "I don't think so Baby Girl." You >didn't cry this much when I spanked you. It's because >your feelings are hurt from Daddy scolding you. Ain't >it?" I nodded yes. She said, "You've always been like >that. You and your Daddy are so close, the thought of >him even being a little upset with you breaks your >heart. Doesn't it?" I nodded yes. She said, "You two >are so close, sometimes I feel a little bit jealous." >I looked at her and said, "Momma?" She said, "Yeah >that's right. I'm not jealous of your relationship you >two have, but Because I never had that kind of >relationship with my Daddy. He was killed when I was >little and I barely even remember him. You know, the >day you were born. I'll never forget the look on his >face. His eyes were wide with wonder and he had the >biggest smile and tears pouring. You spent more time >in his arms than you did your crib Baby. I even had a >hard time getting him to let you go long enough to >nurse you and if he could have done that he would >have." I smiled and said "Eww" thinking about Daddy's >hairy chest and imagining him trying to breastfeed me. >She smiled back at me and said, "He would have if he >could have. That's how much he loves you honey." So >why don't you go clean up your face dry your eyes and >come have supper with us? I know he won't be able to >enjoy his supper if he can't see your beautiful face >across the table smiling at him." Then she tickled me >and gave me a playful slap on the butt. Then stood up >and kissed me and said, "I love you Baby Girl." and >started for the kitchen, I told her "I love you too >Momma." then I got up and cleaned the makeup off that >had been running down my cheeks. I walked into the >kitchen and straight up to Daddy. He smiled at me and >said, "I'm glad you could join us Baby Girl." I put my >arms around his neck, hugging him tight and then >kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "I love you >Daddy." then sat down in my usual spot across from him >and ate my supper.

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