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>It was three days after my eighteenth birthday. I let >being an adult go to my head. Momma and I got into an >argument over nothing really. She had asked me to do a >couple of things and I went into that whole "I'm a >grown up you can't tell me what to do." Mode. it's >like I had totally forgotten my upbringing in three >days. Momma told me, "Look here young lady, you might >be an adult but, you're still living under Your Daddy >and my roof and we're still paying your way. So if you >wanna start sassing me, don't think I can't put you >over my knee." Then the redneck in me came out and I >said, "I'd like to see you try Momma," then the next >thing I knew, I felt Daddy's hand on my shoulder. I >knew right then, I had messed up big time. He chewed >me out for my attitude and for backtalking Momma. Then >he took me into the living room. My brother and sister >were in there watching TV and Daddy sat down in his >chair with me standing in front of him. Daddy rarely >ever raised his voice, but he was that night. The read >me the Riot Act and told me, You're getting too big >for your britches Little Girl. So maybe you need to >pull them down and get over my knee, NOW." I was in >shock, I hadn't been spanked for almost a year and not >by him in a while. I said, "Daddy I'm too old.." but >he cut me off and said, "NO by the way your acting >tonight, you are definitely not too old. Now pull your >pants down or I'll pull them down for you." at that >point I wasn't an eighteen year old woman anymore, I >was a six year old about to get my first spanking from >my Daddy again." I started crying and begging him not >to spank me as I pulled my pants and panties down. >Then I quickly got across his knee. Usually once he >started spanking he didn't say a word. But not that >night he scolded me the entire time as he spanked me >hard. Giving me twenty hard deliberate smacks that >felt like they were setting my bare butt on fire. I >kicked and cried like a little girl as he spanked me, >totally embarrassed to see my brother and sister >watching wide eyed. Even Momma watching from the >kitchen had a look on her face that was a cross >between shock and sadness. When he finished, I >quickly pulled my panties and pants back up with my >hands still in the back of my panties rubbing my >burning butt and crying loudly while he still scolded >me. The last thing I remember him saying, was "This >better not happen again." I said, "Yes sir and then >ran to my bedroom crying." > >When I got to my room, I closed the door and turned on >the lights, then took my jeans and panties off. I was >shocked to see how red my butt was. It was really >hurting. That was the worst spanking Daddy had ever >given me. But as bad as my butt was hurting, my >feelings were hurting even worse. Because it was Daddy >that had spanked me. I was laying in my bed and I >finally stopped crying, then I heard a knock at my >door. I heard Daddy ask, "Can I come in Baby Girl?" I >told him yes and sat up in my bed. He came in and >closed the door behind him. He was no longer angry or >upset. His tone was back to the gentle baritone I was >used to hearing. He sat down and the bed and said, >"Come here Baby Girl." I scooted over next to him and >he put his arm around me and hugged me against him >tight and we started talking. I apologized for the way >I had acted and he kissed me on the head and talked to >me about that. He said, "I understand you are feeling >all grown up now, but Baby, you're still living here >and I'm not gonna put up with you disrespecting your >Momma like you did tonight." "This is your home and it >will always be your home as long as your Momma and I >are living, and while you may not have to live under >all the same rules you had before you turned eighteen, >one rule will apply as long is you're living here and >that's to be respectful, especially to your Momma, >Ok?" I hugged him tight and said, "Yes Daddy" and he >gave me a bear hug and told me, "I love you Baby >Girl". I told him I loved him too. After we hugged >for a minute or two, he have me a pat on my butt and >said, "Hey Baby, your Momma made a Sweet Potato Pie. >How about we go get a piece of it before Troy and >Samantha eat it all?" Then patted me on the butt again >and said, "You might wanna put your pants back before >we go to the kitchen Baby Girl" then I blushed and >said, "Sorry Daddy" he chuckled and said, "Ain't >noting I ain't seen before." I put on my panties and a >pair of pajama pants and said, Ok. He put his arms >around me and kissed me on the head again and said, >"Just one favor ok? How about you apologize to your >Momma?" I squeezed him tight and said, "I will Daddy." > >I lived at home until I got married. Which was just a >couple of weeks before my twenty-first birthday. > >Well that's it, if you have any other questions please >ask Sweetie.

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