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>Something I could never understand were the parents >who would be spanking their child then get mad at them >for crying during or after the spanking. There are >many times my Aunt Ruth would spank one (or more) of >my cousins. She'd be blistering their bare bottom(s) >usually with a belt or razor strop and then yell at >them for crying, during the spanking. She would tell >them "Stop crying, or I'll give you something to cry >about." My then fourteen year old Cousin Carmen was >getting a whipping one Friday while we were visiting. >I'm not even sure why she was getting the whipping >staying with them. She had taken her into her bedroom >with a belt and made her strip from the waist down. >Then she had to bend over the bed. Ruth0 left Carmen's >door wide open. My brother and I were in the boys >bedroom and we had a direct line view of Carmen's >whipping. Carmen was bawling and Aunt Ruth got mad and >told her, "Stop that damn crying right now or I'll >give you something to cry about young lady." Carmen >turned and looked at her and said, "You already are." >I saw the look on Ruth's face and my heart stopped >beating. She actually dropped the belt, looked at >Carmen and said, "What did you say?" She wimpered >meekly, "You're already are giving me something to cry >about." Ruth's face turned dark red and she said, >"You wanna be a little smart ass?" then she smacked >Carmen in the mouth. After that she literally grabbed >her, shoved her down face first on the bed and started >whipping her butt and backs of her legs again, even >worse than before. Carmen was screaming at the top of >her lungs as Ruth was whipping her like she was an >animal and yelling at her saying stuff like, "I bet >you won't run that smart mouth anymore after this." >When she got done with her, she walked out of the >bedroom, looked at the four of us boys with the belt >still in her hand and said, "You boys better keep your >damn mouths shut too." We didn't say a word. Carmen >lay face down, across her bed still naked from the >waist down bawling at the top of her lungs for more >than an hour after the whipping. Ruth walked by her >room and told her to shut up or she'd get another >whipping and then slammed her door. Then she told us, >"You boys go outside." We did as she said. I don't >know how long she lay across the bed crying after. >When we finally came in close to dinner time, Carmen >was dressed setting the table. She was wearing one of >her skirts and no panties. I guess because it hurt >too much to wear pants or underwear. Being 1969 she >was wearing a mini and you could see the marks on >backs of her legs almost down behind her knees. They >were purple from the bruising. She tried to hold back >the tears while she was sitting at the table eating. A >couple of times Ruth snapped at her telling her she'd >better dry up or she'd give her something to cry >about. Carmen would wipe the tears from her eyes and >try to eat her dinner. I got a glimpse of her bottom >later and it looked worse than her legs. The next day, >the bruises were pretty prominent. All this because >she was crying while getting spanked. > >If I make my Aunt sound like she was a crazy woman. >She was.

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