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>It happened to me when I was thirteen. I was arguing >with Momma and dropped the "F"Bomb. Instead of >spanking me, she told me to take a bath and go to bed. > That made me even more angry because it was just >before seven. So I was in the shower taking my dear >sweet time and the curtain opened. It was Momma >standing with a towel and her hairbrush in her hand. >She told me to turn off the water then set the brush >down on the shelf above the toilet and handed me the >towel. I wrapped the towel around me and she told me >to come with her. We walked over to the sink and she >reached into the bathroom closet and got a wash rag >and a box of perfumed cosmetic soap. She opened the >soap, turned on the water and lathered the rag up >telling me she was gonna wash my mouth out with soap. >She read me the riot act for my foul language, then >told me to stick out my tongue she started running the >soapy rag down the length of my tongue warning me not >to swallow the soap because I'd get sick. I was crying >and gagging while she soaped my mouth, then she made >me open up and stuck the rag in my mouth and told me >"Close it and don't swallow." She made me hold it in >my mouth for maybe thirty seconds with tears streaming >before she took it out and allowed me to spit the soap >out and then rinse and spit again. Oh my God, as good >as her soap smelled, I can't even describe how bad it >tasted. After spitting it out, she took me by the hand >over to the toilet, put the lid down, grabbed her >hairbrush and sat down. Then took off my towel and put >me across her knee stark naked and dripping wet. Then >she wore me out good with that brush. While she was >spanking me I actually forgot about the horrible taste >in my mouth as I cried at the top of my lungs. She let >me up telling me to hurry up, clean up the water in >the floor and get ready for bed. I went straight to >the sink brushing my teeth and tongue crying. And >rinsed my mouth out with Listerine several times but >still couldn't get the taste out of my mouth. She >popped her head back in the door telling me to hurry >up and slapping my naked butt by hand. I used my towel >to mop up the water in the floor and then streaked to >my bedroom to put on a nightshirt and went to bed. > >Only one of my kids came close to getting their mouth >washed out with soap and that was my daughter last >year just a few weeks shy of her twelfth birthday. She >popped off and dropped the "F" bomb one day and it was >the third time she let that slip. So I took her to the >bathroom to wash out her mouth with soap. I made her >take off her top because I didn't want her drooling >soap all over it while she begged me to not do it. I >was soaping up the rag and she grabbed the bath brush >off the hook on the wall over the tub and then she >pulled her pants and panties down and begged me to >spank her instead of washing her mouth out. I was >shocked that my little drama queen actually ASKED ME >to spank her. I laid the soapy rag in the sink and >rinsed my hands off and dried them. Even though I had >never spanked my kids with a bath brush, I picked it >up and sat down on the lid of the toilet. She shuffled >over to me still topless with her pants and panties >down to her knees and I told her to turn over my knee. >I swatted her bare butt about a dozen times while I >scolded her for her language. I continued the scolding >after I let her up while she rubbed her butt crying >and I told her if I ever heard that word come out of >her mouth again, she'd get the brush again and I'd >wash her mouth out with soap. > >A few weeks after her birthday, she was in the >bathroom washing her face, wearing just a pair of >panties, and she was using the soap I bought her for >acne. I guess she had thought about nearly getting her >mouth washed out with soap and her curiosity got the >best of her and she actually tasted the soap. She >instantly regretted that and spit it out and came >running out of the bathroom crying. With one hand over >her breasts and the other frantically fanning her >mouth. Through all her drama, she told me what she did >and in spite of myself, I laughed. She had tears >streaming and said, "it not funny nonna. it >verns!(trying to say Momma and burns without closing >her mouth! I took her back to the bathroom and had her >rinse her mouth with cold water. Then had her brush >her tongue and teeth and rinse with cold water and >mouthwash. She was starting to calm down and said, her >mouth wasn't burning anymore but she could still taste >the soap. I explained the reason why it burned so much >is that soap has alcohol in it. She was feeling really >embarrassed and started crying, so I put my arms >around her and hugged her, and then patted her bottom >and asked if she was ok. Then I told her she would >probably be tasting this for a few days. When Mark >came home I told him, "Guess what YOUR DAUGHTER >decided to do today." and she started begging me not >to tell. Of course I told him and he roared with >laughter. She pouted saying it wasn't funny and he >said, "no baby it's funny" and kept laughing. She >finally stopped pouting and laughed to saying, "I >swear I will never say the "F"word again."

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