Name (required):

  Expression ^{(Optional mood/title along with your name) Examples: (happy, sad, The Joyful, etc.) help)}

  E-mail address (optional):

* Type your message here:
>>You probably have to be really old to remember (or >>even know about) this one! But in generations passed, >>whenever adults wanted to drag you somewhere, they >>commonly grabbed you by the soft part of the ear and >>pulled you along. >> >>Also, some adults could really squeeze the crap out of >>your ear with their forefinger and thumb. The old lady >>that worked in the office for my grandfather, she was >>really good at squeezing the life out of my ear! >> >>Did you ever get your ear pulled on in such a way? > >At least once, as far as I can remember, from my >mother. She used it for the same purpose than when she >"spank-marched" me to a suitable seat where she would >put me accross her knee. > >The occurence I recall was me bargaining to come back >home at 7pm instead of the usual 6.pm, after attending >to one of my friends' birthday party on a Saturday >afternoon. For context, I was 10 at the time, and my >mother didn't like me to hang around alone and late in >the streets of Paris, especially during Winter when >night fell early. > >I nonetheless made my attempt on the previous Friday >evening after dinner, arguing most of my friends were >granted with the "7pm authorization". > >Mum just replied me that she didn't care of others' >rule for the matter. I guess the combination of her >"deaf ears" to my demand and the tireness of the >school week made me loose it, because at some point I >blamed her for not "letting me do f*ing anything!" . > >I was about to rush to my room to pout when I indeed >felt my ear unceremoniously grabbed and I was pulled >by my acoustic appendix all the way to my mother's bed. > >When I saw Mum sitting of the edge of it, now having >transfered her grip to my wrist and, above all >reaching for the slipper on her foot, I realized I'd >thoroughly crossed a line > >Mum wasn't interested in the least by my sudden burst >of remorse as it seemed she prefered my apologies over >her lap, my pjs pants tugged down to my calves and the >sole of her footwear intensely warming my exposed >buttocks. > >My tantrum eventually doomed me as I wasn't allowed >the party anymore and I went straight to bed with >aching bottom and ear.

Notice: Copies of your message may remain on this and other systems on internet. Please be respectful.