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>>No I wasn't but I did get a really bad spanking for it >>from my Granny when I was seven. Momma and Daddy had >>gone out for the evening and Granny was babysitting >>us. I was taking a bath and while I was cleaning up I >>did start to do it. She barged into the bathroom to >>tell me to hurry up and get ready for bed and caught >>me in the act. She smacked me then jerked me out of >>the tub by my arm smacking my butt hard, screaming at >>me, telling me what a filthy little girl I was and I >>would go to Hell for being so nasty. Then she sat on >>the toilet seat, turned me over her knee and spanked >>me really hard, while still yelling at me telling me I >>was a sinner and would burn in Hell. I was bawling at >>the top of my lungs. She finally stopped the spanking >>stood me up and dried me off roughly still giving me >>smacks on the backs of my legs and butt while she did >>it. Then dragged me still naked back to my room, where >>she spanked me some more and then made me put on my >>nightgown and panties and go to bed. I lay there >>holding my bottom and crying. I was still in the bed >>crying when Momma and Daddy got home. Daddy came to >>check on me and asked what was wrong. I told him >>Granny spanked me. He cuddled me up on his lap and >>asked why she spanked me. I told him, "She said I was >>being nasty." He asked me what I did and I tried to >>explain it the best I could being seven. Then he >>cuddled me up and said "it's gonna be ok Baby Girl." >>Then he gave me a pat on the bottom and I stiffened up >>and cried "OW! It hurts!" Daddy said, "I'm sorry Baby, >>let's see." then slipped my panties down in back then >>I heard him say, "Barbara, you need to come in here >>right now and see this." It was one of the few times I >>ever heard Daddy use Momma's first name when talking >>to her and I got scared. I was laying back on the bed >>on my stomach when Momma came in and she asked what >>was wrong and Daddy told her, "Your Mother beat Hell >>out of Sonya. Take a look." Momma pulled up my >>nightgown and saw the bruises forming on my legs, then >>pulled my panties down and I heard her say, "Oh my >>God, Then she yelled "MOMMA GET IN HERE. NOW!" Then >>told me, "It's gonna be ok Baby." While she held me. >>Granny walked in the room and Momma yelled at her >>telling her to explain herself. Granny tried to >>stammer out, I gave her a good whoopin' because she >>was sinning, I caught her mast... and Momma flew off >>the bed and pushed Granny up against the wall in the >>hallway yelling at her. Then pushed her out into the >>living room still yelling. One of the things I heard >>her saying was "you will never hit one of my kids >>again, ever." Daddy held me in his arms trying to calm >>me down and we heard my brother and sister both >>crying. Daddy stood up and told me, "Baby Girl, I'm >>gonna go check on Bubba and Sissy, I'll be right >>back." Then he gave me a kiss on the head. I nodded >>and he went to check on them. That was when I looked >>in the mirror for the first time to see the damage. My >>butt and backs of my thighs were pretty bruised up. I >>could hear Momma yelling at Granny in the Living Room. >>I was terrified, I crawled back into the bed and put >>my pillow over my head crying. I've heard Momma get >>mad before like when she found out Granny whipped me >>with a switch. But this time she was irate. Daddy had >>gotten my Brother and Sister settled and came back in >>the bedroom. I literally ran into his arms crying and >>asking what I did that was so bad and apologizing. He >>just held me tight and told me everything would be ok. >>Finally I heard the yelling had stopped and Momma came >>into the bedroom she asked if I was ok and then told >>Daddy, "Allen, I need you to take Momma home, I >>can't." Daddy got up and hugged her and told her, he >>would take her and it was going to be ok. He left to >>take Granny home and Momma sat down on my bed, and >>called me over to her. I cuddled up on her lap and she >>told me, "Baby, I'm so sorry." I said, "It's all my >>fault Momma, Granny said I was nasty and a sinner. >>What did I do that was so bad?" Momma just held me >>tight and started crying, then said, "Baby, you didn't >>do anything wrong. You're not nasty, Your Granny is >>just a crazy old woman and I promise you, I will never >>let her hurt you again." She sat holding me in her >>arms and rocking me until I finally fell asleep. >> >>We ended up skipping Church the next morning because >>it was such an exhausting night for all of us. It was >>also a long time before I saw Granny, and Momma never >>left us alone with her again. It was weeks before >>Momma even talked to her on the phone and months >>before we saw her again. I was happy to have never >>been left alone with her because honestly, she scared >>me. I had taken the see her off and on but a couple , >>but I never let her out of my sight when the kids are >>around her. A couple of years ago, after coming back >>from one of those trips, my daughter cuddled up on my >>lap and said, "Momma, I love Granny but sometimes, she >>scares me." I got a little choked up and said, "She >>scares me sometimes too Baby." Bruises go away and are >>soon forgotten, welts and even scars will fade, but >>emotional scars last a lifetime. >> >>After things had settled down, Momma and I started >>having Mother/Daughter talks. She was always patient >>and answered any questions I had. > >What an awful experience, Sonya. > >Thank you for sharing.

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