I have a life I do I swear! Ok, for this to make any sense at all, I need
to start at the beginning. You see I was hanging out with some of my
girlfriends’ late last night, and early into this morning. They were helping me
plan the perfect outfit to get Luka's attention. I think we may have found it too, but the final
vote's not in yet. Anyway, time just got
away from me and I was late getting back to the dorm. Now by late I mean three
hours past curfew. Now, this wouldn't ordinarily be a big deal, since I can
always sneak back into my room. The guards, who aren’t the sharpest knifes in the
drawers, always walk rounds hour on the hour. Just wait until five past, then
use your phone-a- friend lifeline and they can unlock the door for you. Before
the guards come back you are both in your rooms eating popcorn before anyone is
the wiser.
A perfect plan almost came together this morning, EXCEPT, I forgot that
today was the day that I was to meet my Dad for breakfast on his way to a
meeting. We were to meet at six and, as
I looked down at my wrist, Mickey told me the time was five after five. Well, it would have been perfect, excepting
that I had forgotten that my parents live in the next time zone, an hour ahead
of us, so when I got to the door to meet my friend, instead I came face to face
with her, my Dad, and the security guard. BUSTED!! My Dad had stopped in on his
way through town. We WERE supposed to have a nice Daddy/Daughter Breakfast
before he went on about his trip. He says two hours extra on the road are
totally worth it when the two of us get a nice laid back visit… Well today instead of a nice relaxing visit
what did I get? I got a swat and a promise. That's what I call this kind of spanking
anyway. He sat down and gave a lecture
about respect. Respect for rules, when you have agreed to follow them, respect
for my health in that I had not slept all night, respect for my grades for the
same reason, and respect for Him. OUCH! Through that last part of that lecture I
hurt inside so bad that I had never felt him pulling down my pants and panties.
So I was taken off guard when the first of the paddle swats were delivered to
my poor bare bottom. I did not have long to think about my loss of modesty with
that blasted red plastic ping pong paddle hitting so fast! I believe he was
trying for some sort of speed record because In less than five minutes he had
delivered over seventy-five hard swats. OUCH!! There are a couple of reasons why, as much as
I hate getting spanked in any way, I'd rather it be drawn out over a longer
time than to get it that fast. Now I don't mean I want a spanking to be
stretched out over days, or weeks or anything , that would be awful! First of
all when my parents sentence me to a “swat and a promise” I get essentially a double
dose, or worse! Secondly, I don't necessarily know when or how the second (or
third) part is coming.
I have earned this punishment and I know it, I mean, besides breaking the
school’s curfew, I kept my Dad, who had driven two hours out of his way, just
to have breakfast with me, waiting for over an hour! I should have kept it all
straight but YOW! Did he have to swing like, that HARD or give so many? Worse still,
He has promised to finish the job when he gets back. Yikes! Now, I have that to
look forward to after a week of “nothing but class, meals, homework, and
solitude grounding” That is as close to
NO LIGHTS, NO HOUSE, NO MOTOR CAR I ever hope to get. Our Breakfast date was reduced to him eating
eggs and bacon from the cafeteria while I stood in the corner. He left me with
a roll of powdered donuttes, a quart of milk, and another hour of corner time. What's
wrong with me? So yeah, now I'm not
supposed to see my friends outside of school for a while - but there are always
the visits in my dorm room , and he never said anything about what I was or
wasn't supposed to talk about, as long as I don’t do it over the phone, ...
Oops, speaking of, the phone's ringing it right now and it could be Luka! I slipped him my
number the other day. Sneaky, maybe, but he never talks to me - I had to try
something. With that being an option I, of course
answered it. Well, needless to say…It wasn't Luka (sigh).
That was Mom and to tell me that she's coming over to talk because I really
stressed Dad before his big trip, and oh, yeah… I also kind of broke my
grounding restrictions, phone wise. How
many times have I been told not to do either of those? I guess in truth I lost
track of both counts a long time ago. I didn't mean to do either one, both were
accidents. So now my Mom is going to drive four and a half hours, and take the whole
weekend off work, so we can have “good mommy/daughter talk”. I wouldn't mind if it was just a friendly
Mommy/Daughter visit. But I assure you,
if my Mom is coming all this way, and taking time off work to come all the way
here just because I misbehaved then the
resulting spanking is going to be a DOOZY! Yea, I'd rather not think about it,
but I have to. If here was a way to get
around it I would try, but there's no way. SO as tempting as that is sometimes
I don't do it because it just isn't worth it because it will be just that much
worse. She's going to swing hard too, I
know she is. She'll make me cry, I know
she will. So when Mom comes I will post
that part of the story, and when I finally face my Dad…. I guess you are going
to hear from me a LOT! In the meantime I am going to step back into the the point where the darkness meets the light. After all, my shadows comfort me.
