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>>Well Hon, yes they were. Daddy was and is still very >>protective of Momma and while he is normally a very >>patient man, He had very little tolerance for any of >>us sassing her. Me turning eighteen was like somebody >>flipped a switch in my brain. I went from being a kid >>who was still going to High School to instant adult. >>So even though legally I was an adult, I was still a >>Senior in High School and still being supported by my >>folks. She had told me to do something and I took a >>"you can't tell me what to do" attitude with her. Not >>that I was angry, I guess looking back I was pushing >>the limits and I started sassing back. I had just >>about pushed Momma to the limit and was probably going >>to get spanked by her when Daddy put his hand on my >>shoulder stopping me right there. He took me into the >>Living Room where he told me, "Baby Girl you are >>getting too big for your britches." I knew I was in >>for it and started begging to not get spanked, but he >>scolded me and told me to pull down my pants and get >>over his knee. My sibs Troy and Sami were watching TV >>in the Living Room at the time and were all eyes >>watching the drama unfold, which made it a lot more >>embarrassing. We had seen each other get spanked many >>times, but this time I was legally an adult, so that >>made it extra embarrassing for me. Also, since Daddy >>didn't spank that often, in fact the last time I >>remember getting spanked by him was a few years before >>that night. I hesitated to pull my pants down and he >>told me to pull them down or he'd do it for me. So I >>unfastened my jeans and quickly pulled them and my >>panties down and lay across his lap. I cried like a >>baby starting with the first swat. He normally only >>gave ten to twelve smacks when he spanked, but this >>time, I got about twenty. He set my butt on fire. When >>he finished, I quickly pulled my pants back up and ran >>to my room bawling. I took my pants off and pulled my >>panties down and looked in the mirror seeing how red >>my butt was. I lay in the bed rubbing my butt, feeling >>sorry for myself for I don't know, maybe an hour, then >>I heard a knock on my door. It was Daddy, he came in >>and sat on the bed beside me and we had a long talk. I >>sat up in the bed beside him and he put his arm around >>me and told me, "Baby Girl, I love you and this is >>always going to be your home for as long as you want >>to live here. But one thing I won't stand for is you >>disrespecting your Momma, do you understand me?" I >>told him I understood and snuggled up against him. He >>gave me one of his big bear hugs and kissed me on the >>top of the head. I cant even begin to describe how it >>felt at that moment. I broke down and started crying >>and apologized. After a while of holding me and >>rocking me. He let me up and said, "Come on, let's go >>get a little snack." I went with him into the kitchen >>and hugged Momma and apologized for acting like a >>brat. >> >>That was the last time I got a spanking. I guess >>thinking back, yes, my folks had high standards for >>us. They were strict but not rigid. My mouth probably >>got me in more trouble than anything else. I could be >>a hard headed redneck girl who liked to get her way a >>little too much sometimes , who sometimes had the >>tendency to speak without thinking. The idea of "being >>a grown up" felt a little too good in my belly and I >>needed to be taken down an peg or two and shown I >>wasn't as grown up as I thought I was. It sounds corny >>as hell to say it, but I did a lot of growing up that >>night. Not that I still couldn't be a little head >>strong, but I stopped pushing the envelope. I ended up >>living at home until I got married. > >This didn't happen to my but it happened in home if my >Best friend. Her Dad was the pastor of our church and >she once told me, every Saturday night, her Dad would >call her and her three sisters into the living room >for a weekly maintenance spanking even if they had >been spanked that week. These were just reminder >spankings to assure they behaved in church the next >day. Each kid got between 5-10 swats (depending on >age) with a paddle bending over the arm of the couch. >These and all their spankings were given on the bare >bottom.

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