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>You are absolutely right about Mrs. Dorsey. I couldn't >think of a better teacher for a child to have when >they are first starting school. The story about your >Kindergarten teacher was really sweet. There are still >some teachers who have that same level of compassion >for their kids as she and Mrs. Dorsey had. I have a >friend who is a middle school science teacher and you >can tell by the way she talks about her students, she >absolutely loves her kids. > >Now the Hairbrush story? I guess it's Paul Harvey time >again. > >First, I'll talk about the hairbrush itself then I'll >tell the story. At Christmas we got presents under the >tree including one special present for each of us from >Santa and we also had our Christmas stockings. We were >allowed to get into our stockings as soon as we got >up. When I took mine to my room to see what "Santa" >brought me, I saw one of the gifts was a men's >grooming kit. The kit consisted of a black flat >grooming brush, a shoe horn and a comb. The hairbrush >and shoe horn both had a plastic horse's head on the >handles. I thought it was pretty cool. Now for the >rest of the story. > >One of the big unbreakable rules we had at home >growing up was when you get home from school, you do >your homework before playing or watching tv. When I >got home I saw some of the other kids were playing >football at the house across the street and I wanted >to play. So I walked to my bedroom with my book >satchel (backpacks weren't a thing yet). Knowing I had >homework to do and by the time I'd get it done, they >might not be playing anymore.. So I tossed the satchel >on the bed and made the mistake of deciding to go >play. I asked mom if I could go out and play with >them. She asked me if I had any homework and without >any hesitation I lied and said, "No I don't have any >homework today Mom." then asked, "Can I go play?" She >said, "Sure have fun." and I took off outside. After >playing for about and hour everybody went home >including me and when I got back in, mom was just >starting to cook dinner. I went straight to my room >and hit my homework, trying to get it done without >getting caught. I was able to do it in my room since I >had a desk in there. I had homework in math, science >and spelling. I got through the science pretty quickly >because I was a science nerd. Then I did the spelling >as well. I saved the math for last, because frankly, I >hated math. I was sitting at my desk, math book open >and a worksheet in front of me doing the problems >listed on the page and mom came in saying, "Gary I >need you to...." She never finished what she was about >to say. She said, "What are you doing?" and silly me, >I tried to hide my homework and said, "Nothing". Like >she would really believe that. She said, "Gary Steven >(last name) you told me you didn't have any homework. >You lied to me!" "I'm gonna blister your butt." She >pulled me out of the chair, and then grabbed my >hairbrush off my dresser and took me down the hall >back to the living room. Which is were at least 80% of >our spankings took place. I was still getting over the >knee spankings then but instead she told me, "Get your >pants down and bend over the arm of the chair." I was >already crying as I slowly unfastened and pulled my >pants down, She was clearly out of patience with me, >grabbed the waistband of my underwear, and pulled them >and my pants down to my ankles. Then I found out that >hairbrushes had more than one use. She leaned me over >the arm of the chair then with one hand on my back, >went to work on my bare behind with my own hairbrush. >She burned my ears scolding me almost as bad as she >burned my butt with that hairbrush. I was squalling >and trying to cover my butt with my hands struggling >with every swat. I have no idea how many swats she >gave me but I do know my butt and my thighs right >below my butt were on fire. When she was finished she >pulled me up by my collar and while I was holding my >butt and bawling, she told me, "Young man, get your >little butt in that bedroom and get that homework done >now." "If I ever catch you lying to me again, I'll >really blister your butt good." I was pulling my pants >up and she turned me back around giving me two more >smacks with the brush, before handing it to me. and >sending me to my room while I was still trying to pull >my pants up. I sat back down with great difficulty >and started rushing through my Math homework as I >shifted in the seat uncomfortably. I decided I had to >see how bad my butt looked, and pulled the chair to >the middle of my room in front of the dresser, climbed >up in the chair and pulled my pants back down looking >at my butt in the mirror. It was a deep red in color >and very tender to the touch. As I was rubbing and >looking at my butt, Mom walked in again. She asked, >"What are you doing?" Then grabbed me by the arm and >gave me several hard slaps on my already sore butt. >Getting me crying all over again. Then she told me. >"Supper will be ready and thirty minutes and if you >don't have that homework, I'm gonna whip your bare ass >with a belt. So unless you want to eat standing up, >you'd better stop messing around get it done." I >pulled my pants up and jumped out of the chair. I >quickly dragged it back to my desk and sat back down >to hit my homework. Up to that point I had never been >spanked with a belt, but had seen it happen to my >brother a couple of times, plus my cousins and a >couple of my friends. So the though of getting my bare >butt spanked with a belt on top of the other spankings >I'd already gotten scared me half to death. I >struggled to get through the rest of my math >assignment. Time was running out when I had just >finished the last problem and literally breathed a >sigh of relief when mom came to my bedroom again. This >time she was holding the belt I had seen her use on my >brother a couple of times. It was already folded in >half and ready to be used on me. She said, "Suppers >ready, did you finish your homework?" I stammered, >"Yeah mom I just finished it." She said, "Gary Steven >you'd better not be lying to me again." I quickly got >the worksheet out and opened my math book to show her >I had finished. She stood beside me at the desk and >looked to see it was all done. I also showed her my >science and spelling homework were finished. Then her >demeanor changed, the stern frown changed into what I >can only describe as a look of relief. Then she rubbed >my back and said, "That's good, go ahead and get >washed up for dinner." I watched as she walked from my >room to hers to put the belt away. > >I learned to hate that hairbrush that day and was mad >at "Santa" for bringing it. It was the first of >several times that mom used it to spank me. > >and now you know the REST of the Story.

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