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Originally Posted by pscates2.0
You get older and sassier and say stuff like "What's with me going out in the yard and finding you something to whip me with...just take off your belt and get it over with already!"
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Heh. I remember my parents going to the hardware store and asking for *extra* yardsticks (they were free, and inevitably broken over my bare heinie).
The 'belt' was only used for particulary heinous crimes...like feeding our hunting dogs too late. My father used to take great pleasure in the moments before the beating. He would fold the belt in half and do that little looping 'CRACK!!!' My young bare ass pointed firmly out in fear as I bent over my bed. Sometimes he would even hit the side posts *hard*, sending the reverberations through me as he passed out of sight behind me for *mine*.
Whatever, he's now a poor, wretched old man who has no respect from his son...and he knows it. I'll take that revenge served cold, thank you very much.
And again...good times.