The Paddling of Mary Ingalls
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wdst...@yahoo.com
May 29, 2012, 11:18:35 PM5/29/12
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Okay, I thought I would contribute a story of my own to try to add a
little spark to the group. I'm no writer, so I can pretty much
guarantee you that it will not be anywhere near as good as one of
Christian's story. Anyway, here it goes.
The Paddling of Mary Ingalls - Part 1
It was a cool autumn afternoon in the year 1880. 16-year old Mary
Ingalls and her 13-year old sister Laura sat under a tree eating their
lunch outside the one room schoolhouse.
Rumors, started and spread by Mrs. Oleson and her daughter Nellie,
were running rampant in Walnut Grove that Mary and Laura’s mother,
Caroline, was shacking up with the town handyman that she hired while
Charles was away in Minneapolis delivering a load of freight.
As Mary and Laura continued to eat their sandwiches, Nellie and her
little brother Willie approached and began to tease the sisters.
“When the cat’s away the mice do play. Isn’t that what mother says?”
Nellie said with a smirk as she stared at Mary.
“Yeah, what’s it mean?” Willie asked
“I don’t know. Do you know what that means, Mary?” Nellie asked
sarcastically.
“What?” Mary replied with a steely stare as she looked up at Nellie.
She loathed Nellie and she had grown tired of all the talk going
around town about her Ma and the handyman.
“No, I’m sure you wouldn’t. You’re too young.” Nellie replied
smugly.
“Well, what’s it mean? Willie asked again.
“Shut up.” Nellie said firmly.
“I’ll bet your mother knows.” Nellie said with a devilish smile as
she looked Mary.
“What’s she talking about?” Laura asked.
“Nothing, just eat your lunch.” Mary said sharply.
“Some folks call it monkey business. “ Nellie said.
“I know what that is. It’s when a monkey goes…” Willie perked up.
“Shut up!” Nellie snapped at her brother.
“I’ll bet even Mary knows what monkey business is. Don’t you Mary.”
Nellie said.
“Think hard, monkey business, monkey business, monkey business.
Nellie chanted. Mary slowly rose to her feet and then slapped Nellie
hard across the face with an open palm. SMACK!!
“OOOWW!!” Nellie yelped as she raised her hand to her cheek. She
stood there stunned as she rubbed her cheek. Then she charged at Mary
pushing her down on the ground on her back. The two teen girls began
to roll around on the ground, slapping and kicking.
“Get her Mary!” Laura yelled.
“Bite her!” Willie yelled laughing loudly.
Soon all of the rest of the class had formed a circle around Mary and
Nellie and were cheering loudly as they rolled back and forth, kicking
and gouging.
Meanwhile, in the classroom, Mrs. Beadle was writing on the chalkboard
when she heard the ruckus. She rushed outside and saw the circle of
students and the two girls fighting. She quickly descended down the
steps and fought her way through the crowd. She grabbed Mary by the
arm and pulled her off of Nellie. “Break it up!!” She yelled. The
girls continued to swing at each other. “That’s enough I said!” Mrs.
Beadle yelled again as she got between the girls and pushed Mary away.
“She slapped me first!” Nellie cried out as she tried to catch her
breath.
Mary glared and started at Nellie again. “That is enough I said!!”
Mrs. Beadle yelled as she tightened her grip on Mary.
“Alright, it’s over. Everyone back inside, now!” Mrs. Beadle
announced loudly.
The students groaned in disappointment as they turned and began
walking towards the school.
“Awwwwww!” Willie groaned.
“Willie Oleson, Go!” Mrs. Beadle yelled.
“Go inside, Laura.” Mrs. Beadle said to Laura who tried to hang
around to give her sister support.
Mrs. Beadle slowly released Mary and stood between the two girls.
“Girls, I will not have this fighting. Is that understood?” Mrs.
Beadle scolded harshly.
“She started it!” Nellie cried out.
“I don’t care who started it!” Mrs. Beadle yelled at Nellie.
“The next time I catch the two of you fighting, you’ll both be
paddled. Is that understood?!” Mrs. Beadle announced.
“Yes ma’am.” Nellie replied.
Mary nodded in agreement.
“Now then, I want both of you back inside, this instant.” Mrs. Beadle
said firmly.
Still fuming, Mary ran towards the schoolhouse and stormed up the
steps into the building. She took her normal seat in the desk on the
aisle in the third row, next to her sister.
Mrs. Beadle followed Mary into the school and then she continued to
write on the chalkboard.
Nellie stayed behind to straighten her dress and fix her hair, her
cheek was still stinging from the hard slap she received. She dusted
off her dress and then entered the school...
End of Part 1
little spark to the group. I'm no writer, so I can pretty much
guarantee you that it will not be anywhere near as good as one of
Christian's story. Anyway, here it goes.
The Paddling of Mary Ingalls - Part 1
It was a cool autumn afternoon in the year 1880. 16-year old Mary
Ingalls and her 13-year old sister Laura sat under a tree eating their
lunch outside the one room schoolhouse.
Rumors, started and spread by Mrs. Oleson and her daughter Nellie,
were running rampant in Walnut Grove that Mary and Laura’s mother,
Caroline, was shacking up with the town handyman that she hired while
Charles was away in Minneapolis delivering a load of freight.
As Mary and Laura continued to eat their sandwiches, Nellie and her
little brother Willie approached and began to tease the sisters.
“When the cat’s away the mice do play. Isn’t that what mother says?”
Nellie said with a smirk as she stared at Mary.
“Yeah, what’s it mean?” Willie asked
“I don’t know. Do you know what that means, Mary?” Nellie asked
sarcastically.
“What?” Mary replied with a steely stare as she looked up at Nellie.
She loathed Nellie and she had grown tired of all the talk going
around town about her Ma and the handyman.
“No, I’m sure you wouldn’t. You’re too young.” Nellie replied
smugly.
“Well, what’s it mean? Willie asked again.
“Shut up.” Nellie said firmly.
“I’ll bet your mother knows.” Nellie said with a devilish smile as
she looked Mary.
“What’s she talking about?” Laura asked.
“Nothing, just eat your lunch.” Mary said sharply.
“Some folks call it monkey business. “ Nellie said.
“I know what that is. It’s when a monkey goes…” Willie perked up.
“Shut up!” Nellie snapped at her brother.
“I’ll bet even Mary knows what monkey business is. Don’t you Mary.”
Nellie said.
“Think hard, monkey business, monkey business, monkey business.
Nellie chanted. Mary slowly rose to her feet and then slapped Nellie
hard across the face with an open palm. SMACK!!
“OOOWW!!” Nellie yelped as she raised her hand to her cheek. She
stood there stunned as she rubbed her cheek. Then she charged at Mary
pushing her down on the ground on her back. The two teen girls began
to roll around on the ground, slapping and kicking.
“Get her Mary!” Laura yelled.
“Bite her!” Willie yelled laughing loudly.
Soon all of the rest of the class had formed a circle around Mary and
Nellie and were cheering loudly as they rolled back and forth, kicking
and gouging.
Meanwhile, in the classroom, Mrs. Beadle was writing on the chalkboard
when she heard the ruckus. She rushed outside and saw the circle of
students and the two girls fighting. She quickly descended down the
steps and fought her way through the crowd. She grabbed Mary by the
arm and pulled her off of Nellie. “Break it up!!” She yelled. The
girls continued to swing at each other. “That’s enough I said!” Mrs.
Beadle yelled again as she got between the girls and pushed Mary away.
“She slapped me first!” Nellie cried out as she tried to catch her
breath.
Mary glared and started at Nellie again. “That is enough I said!!”
Mrs. Beadle yelled as she tightened her grip on Mary.
“Alright, it’s over. Everyone back inside, now!” Mrs. Beadle
announced loudly.
The students groaned in disappointment as they turned and began
walking towards the school.
“Awwwwww!” Willie groaned.
“Willie Oleson, Go!” Mrs. Beadle yelled.
“Go inside, Laura.” Mrs. Beadle said to Laura who tried to hang
around to give her sister support.
Mrs. Beadle slowly released Mary and stood between the two girls.
“Girls, I will not have this fighting. Is that understood?” Mrs.
Beadle scolded harshly.
“She started it!” Nellie cried out.
“I don’t care who started it!” Mrs. Beadle yelled at Nellie.
“The next time I catch the two of you fighting, you’ll both be
paddled. Is that understood?!” Mrs. Beadle announced.
“Yes ma’am.” Nellie replied.
Mary nodded in agreement.
“Now then, I want both of you back inside, this instant.” Mrs. Beadle
said firmly.
Still fuming, Mary ran towards the schoolhouse and stormed up the
steps into the building. She took her normal seat in the desk on the
aisle in the third row, next to her sister.
Mrs. Beadle followed Mary into the school and then she continued to
write on the chalkboard.
Nellie stayed behind to straighten her dress and fix her hair, her
cheek was still stinging from the hard slap she received. She dusted
off her dress and then entered the school...
End of Part 1
Lisa E. Krub
May 30, 2012, 9:32:48 AM5/30/12
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Aside from a spelling error or two, I think it is very well written. A very thoughtful and enjoyable topic. I can't wait for part two!
~ Lisa ;-)
~ Lisa ;-)
wdst...@yahoo.com wrote:
Okay, I thought I would contribute a story of my own to try to add a
little spark to the group. I'm no writer, so I can pretty much
guarantee you that it will not be anywhere near as good as one of
Christian's story. Anyway, here it goes.
The Paddling of Mary Ingalls - Part 1
It was a cool autumn afternoon in the year 1880. 16-year old Mary
Ingalls and her 13-year old sister Laura sat under a tree eating their
Okay, I thought I would contribute a story of my own to try to add a
little spark to the group. I'm no writer, so I can pretty much
guarantee you that it will not be anywhere near as good as one of
Christian's story. Anyway, here it goes.
The Paddling of Mary Ingalls - Part 1
It was a cool autumn afternoon in the year 1880. 16-year old Mary
Ingalls and her 13-year old sister Laura sat under a tree eating their
lunch outside the one room
schoolhouse...
wdst...@yahoo.com
May 30, 2012, 11:06:17 PM5/30/12
to True School Paddling Stories
Thank you, Lisa. I appreciate your comments.
I based this story off of the characters and television show Little
House on the Prairie, but all of you probably figured that out by
now. When I was a kid I had a crush on Melissa Sue Anderson who was
the actress that played Mary Ingalls. I have always loved LHOP.
There are several episodes where there is a spanking or lickin'
threat.
Also, in my story, Mary still has her eyesight. Did you know that
the real Mary Ingalls lost her eyesight at the age of 15?
Anyway, here is part 2. I wrote this story last year, so it's already
complete. There is a part 3 where Mary receives a lickin' with a
strap from her Pa at home, but it's a little more intense. If you
would like to read it, let me know and I'll post it.
Thanks for reading,
Will
The Paddling of Mary Ingalls - Part 2
As Nellie walked down the aisle toward her desk, Mary could sense that
she was coming. At the point Nellie passed by her desk, Mary stuck
out her foot sending Nellie flying forward flat on her face.
“Heeeyyyyyy!!” Nellie yelled as she went down.
The classroom erupted in laughter as they watched Nellie fall to the
floor.
Mrs. Beadle turned suddenly and saw Nellie on the floor. She hurried
around from behind her desk to help Nellie up on her feet. “Are you
okay?” She said as she helped her to desk. “She tripped me!” Nellie
said looking back at Mary who had her head down. “There, there, it’s
okay.” Mrs. Beadle said as she got Nellie settled into her desk.
“Mary Ingalls!” Mrs. Beadle yelled and the class went silent.
The pretty blue eyed teen girl with honey blonde hair lifted her head
and looked at her teacher.
“Did you trip Nellie?” Mrs. Beadle said firmly, fixing her stern eyes
on Mary.
Mary put her head down again.
“Answer me, child.” Mrs. Beadle said.
“Yes ma’am.” Mary replied quietly.
Mrs. Beadle paused for a moment as she glared at Mary. Then she
walked back around behind her desk and removed a wooden paddle,
hanging near the chalkboard, from its hook. Made by Mr. Garvey at the
mill, the oak blade was roughly a half-inch thick, six-inches wide and
eighteen-inches in length, including the handle.
“Come with me, Mary.” Mrs. Beadle said
“Ohhhh…Mary’s gonna get it!!” Willie Oleson cried out.
“Willie Oleson, do you want to be next?!” Mrs. Beadle yelled.
“No ma’am.” Willie replied and quickly put his head down.
Mary pleaded for sympathy with her eyes as she looked at Mrs. Beadle.
“I warned you, Mary. On your feet, child.” Mrs. Beadle said somberly
as she tapped the blade of the paddle in her left palm.
Laura watched intently as her big sister slowly rose to her feet. Mary
had never been paddled before, unlike her, who had been paddled
several times. The last time was two weeks ago when she put a
bullfrog in Nellie’s lunchbox. She received three licks, but she
thought it was worth it to watch Nellie jump and scream.
Mary’s knees were weak as she rose to her feet. She could feel the
eyes of her classmates on her as stepped out from behind her desk and
began to walk down the aisle towards the teacher.
“Alright class, you will sit quietly and read from your textbooks. I
better not hear one peep.” Mrs. Beadle announced as Mary approached
her.
Mrs. Beadle opened the back door of the school house and then escorted
Mary outside and down the steps.
“What has gotten into you, Mary?” Mrs. Beadle asked.
“She was saying those things about my Ma and Pa.” Mary tried her best
to defend herself.
“Still that doesn’t give you the right to attack her.” Mrs. Beadle
replied.
“I am shocked and appalled by your behavior, Mary Ingalls. You are
the last person I would have ever thought I would have out here.”
Mrs. Beadle replied.
“Please don’t paddle me. I’m sorry.” Mary replied in an apologetic
and pleadful tone.
“I hate to do this because I know that you’re fine young woman and an
excellent student, but I’m afraid I have no choice.” Mrs. Beadle
replied.
“Please, I’m really sorry.” Mary pleaded as tears welled up in her
eyes.
“You’re going to receive 5 licks, Mary Ingalls.
“Yes ma’am.” Mary sheepishly replied resigned to her fate.
“I want you to turn around, lean forward and place your hands on the
wall.” Mrs. Beadle instructed.
Mary drew a deep breath and complied with the order she was given.
She wore a long sleeve, ankle length, light blue flower print dress,
white pantaloons, black, over the knee cotton stockings and black
leather ankle high boots. As she bent forward the dress tightened
around her well developed backside.
“All the way over, girl. Spread your feet farther apart.” Mrs. Beadle
commanded.
Feeling humiliated, she did as she was told. She spread her feet wider
and bent all the way over so that her back was flat.
Mrs. Beadle stepped up beside Mary on her left and rested her left
hand on top of her waist to secure the humiliated teen in position.
Then she extended the paddle and placed it squarely across Mary’s
butt. She tapped the paddle three or four times and rubbed it almost
teasingly back and forth across the tightly stretched seat of her
dress.
Meanwhile, back in the class Laura and her classmates listened
anxiously for the unmistakable sound of the wood paddle impacting the
backside of the errant student.
Mary looked straight ahead, shut her eyes tight, and tried to
concentrate on being anywhere but here.
Mrs. Beadle drew the paddle way, way back and then she brought it down
hard. POP!! The paddle plastered both of Mary’s butt cheeks searing
them through the tightly stretched cotton dress. “OOWW!!” Mary
yelped as the intense sting spread across her bottom.
POP!! Again the board smashed across both butt cheeks. “YEOOW!!”
Another yelp came from Mary’s lips as her head snapped back. Her
breathing quickened and her heart pounded.
POP!! The paddle slammed across the fullest part of her bottom and
Mary threw her head back and her mouth dropped wide open, “AAAHHH!!”
The pain was enormous! Tears streamed from her red eyes down her
cheeks.
Back inside, all of Mary’s classmates were almost giddy as they
listened to the sound of the licks. All except for Laura, who was
almost in tears, as she felt sorry for her big sister.
Back behind the schoolhouse, Mary persisted in her dutiful acceptance
of the punishment being meted upon her defenseless buttocks.
POP!!! “YEOOOWWW!!” Mary cried out as the paddle blasted across her
backside. The pain was becoming severe, cascading through her butt
cheeks.
POP!!! “AAAIIIIEEE!!” Mary howled as the last lick landed on the
tender curve of her cheeks and upper thighs. The pain and sting were
more than she could ever have imagined.
Mrs. Beadle released Mary and then she stood back and held the paddle
at her side. “Stand up, Mary.” She said somberly.
Mary stood slowly and turned to face the teacher. She reached back
with both hands and gingerly caressed and rubbed her burning bottom.
“Now then Mary, from now on I expect you to behave like a proper young
woman. Is that understood?” Mrs. Beadle said firmly.
“Yes ma’am.” Mary replied with a sniffle as she wiped her tears with
her hand.
“Good, get back to class.” Mrs. Beadle ordered.
Mary nodded and then she slowly walked up the steps and into the
classroom. She put her head down and made a beeline to her desk. She
didn’t notice Nellie smiling smugly as she passed. Laura watched as
Mary winced when she sat down. She felt bad for her because she knew
her bottom had to be on fire.
Mrs. Beadle followed Marty through the door and closed the door
behind. She returned the large wooden paddle to its hook and began to
write on the chalkboard. “Alright class, we’re going to finish up
where we left off before lunch. She said.
For the rest of the afternoon, Mary, feeling ashamed and embarrassed,
kept her head down and stayed quiet. Her butt cheeks squirmed on the
hard wood seat.
Finally and thankfully for Mary, the school day came to an end as Mrs.
Beadle dismissed the class. The students grabbed their books and
began to file out the front door.
“Mary, may I have a word with you?” Mrs. Beadle asked as she sat at
her desk writing.
Laura looked up at her sister. “I’ll wait for you outside.” She said
softly.
Mary approached the desk as Mrs. Beadle’s desk and stood with her
books in her arms.
“Mary, I want you to take this note home to your folks and have one of
them sign it and bring it back tomorrow morning. Is that clear?”
Mrs. Beadle said and handed Mary the note.
Mary read the contents of the note and then she looked up at Mrs.
Beadle with a distressed look.
“I’m sorry Mary, but I must inform the parents when I have to
administer corporal punishment.” Mrs. Beadle said somberly.
“But Mrs. Beadle, my Pa will give me a…..” Mary started and then was
interrupted.
“I’m sorry to hear about that Miss Ingalls, but it’s my duty to notify
the parents when corporal punishment is administered..” Mrs. Beadle
said sharply.
“Yes ma’am.” Mary said and then she hung her head, turned around and
walked down the aisle towards the door.
“What happened?” Laura asked as she met Mary at the foot of the
steps. She could see that Mary had a note from Mrs. Beadle.
“Nothing, let’s go.” Mary said sharply and began walking down the
road.
Mary was quiet as the two girls made the long trip home. She thought
about what was in store when she got home and her Pa found out she got
licked at school. Her Pa had a steadfast rule if you got licked at
school, you would get another licking when you got home. It had been
several years since Pa gave her a licking and she hoped she wouldn’t
ever have to experience another. But now she dreaded the worst and
remembered how awfully painful it was.
“Does it still hurt?” Laura asked breaking the silence.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Mary said harshly.
The girls continued to walk silently down the road and the thought of
being strapped by her Pa weighed on Mary’s mind. She thought maybe he
would understand what happened and go easy on her. After all, she was
defending Ma’s honor. ‘I’m also sixteen now and too old to be
whipped.” She thought to herself.
“Do you think Pa will give me a licking?” Mary asked her sister
seeking sympathy.
“I don’t know. Maybe if you talk to him and tell him what happened, he
won’t.” Laura replied.
End of Part 2
I based this story off of the characters and television show Little
House on the Prairie, but all of you probably figured that out by
now. When I was a kid I had a crush on Melissa Sue Anderson who was
the actress that played Mary Ingalls. I have always loved LHOP.
There are several episodes where there is a spanking or lickin'
threat.
Also, in my story, Mary still has her eyesight. Did you know that
the real Mary Ingalls lost her eyesight at the age of 15?
Anyway, here is part 2. I wrote this story last year, so it's already
complete. There is a part 3 where Mary receives a lickin' with a
strap from her Pa at home, but it's a little more intense. If you
would like to read it, let me know and I'll post it.
Thanks for reading,
Will
The Paddling of Mary Ingalls - Part 2
As Nellie walked down the aisle toward her desk, Mary could sense that
she was coming. At the point Nellie passed by her desk, Mary stuck
out her foot sending Nellie flying forward flat on her face.
“Heeeyyyyyy!!” Nellie yelled as she went down.
The classroom erupted in laughter as they watched Nellie fall to the
floor.
Mrs. Beadle turned suddenly and saw Nellie on the floor. She hurried
around from behind her desk to help Nellie up on her feet. “Are you
okay?” She said as she helped her to desk. “She tripped me!” Nellie
said looking back at Mary who had her head down. “There, there, it’s
okay.” Mrs. Beadle said as she got Nellie settled into her desk.
“Mary Ingalls!” Mrs. Beadle yelled and the class went silent.
The pretty blue eyed teen girl with honey blonde hair lifted her head
and looked at her teacher.
“Did you trip Nellie?” Mrs. Beadle said firmly, fixing her stern eyes
on Mary.
Mary put her head down again.
“Answer me, child.” Mrs. Beadle said.
“Yes ma’am.” Mary replied quietly.
Mrs. Beadle paused for a moment as she glared at Mary. Then she
walked back around behind her desk and removed a wooden paddle,
hanging near the chalkboard, from its hook. Made by Mr. Garvey at the
mill, the oak blade was roughly a half-inch thick, six-inches wide and
eighteen-inches in length, including the handle.
“Come with me, Mary.” Mrs. Beadle said
“Ohhhh…Mary’s gonna get it!!” Willie Oleson cried out.
“Willie Oleson, do you want to be next?!” Mrs. Beadle yelled.
“No ma’am.” Willie replied and quickly put his head down.
Mary pleaded for sympathy with her eyes as she looked at Mrs. Beadle.
“I warned you, Mary. On your feet, child.” Mrs. Beadle said somberly
as she tapped the blade of the paddle in her left palm.
Laura watched intently as her big sister slowly rose to her feet. Mary
had never been paddled before, unlike her, who had been paddled
several times. The last time was two weeks ago when she put a
bullfrog in Nellie’s lunchbox. She received three licks, but she
thought it was worth it to watch Nellie jump and scream.
Mary’s knees were weak as she rose to her feet. She could feel the
eyes of her classmates on her as stepped out from behind her desk and
began to walk down the aisle towards the teacher.
“Alright class, you will sit quietly and read from your textbooks. I
better not hear one peep.” Mrs. Beadle announced as Mary approached
her.
Mrs. Beadle opened the back door of the school house and then escorted
Mary outside and down the steps.
“What has gotten into you, Mary?” Mrs. Beadle asked.
“She was saying those things about my Ma and Pa.” Mary tried her best
to defend herself.
“Still that doesn’t give you the right to attack her.” Mrs. Beadle
replied.
“I am shocked and appalled by your behavior, Mary Ingalls. You are
the last person I would have ever thought I would have out here.”
Mrs. Beadle replied.
“Please don’t paddle me. I’m sorry.” Mary replied in an apologetic
and pleadful tone.
“I hate to do this because I know that you’re fine young woman and an
excellent student, but I’m afraid I have no choice.” Mrs. Beadle
replied.
“Please, I’m really sorry.” Mary pleaded as tears welled up in her
eyes.
“You’re going to receive 5 licks, Mary Ingalls.
“Yes ma’am.” Mary sheepishly replied resigned to her fate.
“I want you to turn around, lean forward and place your hands on the
wall.” Mrs. Beadle instructed.
Mary drew a deep breath and complied with the order she was given.
She wore a long sleeve, ankle length, light blue flower print dress,
white pantaloons, black, over the knee cotton stockings and black
leather ankle high boots. As she bent forward the dress tightened
around her well developed backside.
“All the way over, girl. Spread your feet farther apart.” Mrs. Beadle
commanded.
Feeling humiliated, she did as she was told. She spread her feet wider
and bent all the way over so that her back was flat.
Mrs. Beadle stepped up beside Mary on her left and rested her left
hand on top of her waist to secure the humiliated teen in position.
Then she extended the paddle and placed it squarely across Mary’s
butt. She tapped the paddle three or four times and rubbed it almost
teasingly back and forth across the tightly stretched seat of her
dress.
Meanwhile, back in the class Laura and her classmates listened
anxiously for the unmistakable sound of the wood paddle impacting the
backside of the errant student.
Mary looked straight ahead, shut her eyes tight, and tried to
concentrate on being anywhere but here.
Mrs. Beadle drew the paddle way, way back and then she brought it down
hard. POP!! The paddle plastered both of Mary’s butt cheeks searing
them through the tightly stretched cotton dress. “OOWW!!” Mary
yelped as the intense sting spread across her bottom.
POP!! Again the board smashed across both butt cheeks. “YEOOW!!”
Another yelp came from Mary’s lips as her head snapped back. Her
breathing quickened and her heart pounded.
POP!! The paddle slammed across the fullest part of her bottom and
Mary threw her head back and her mouth dropped wide open, “AAAHHH!!”
The pain was enormous! Tears streamed from her red eyes down her
cheeks.
Back inside, all of Mary’s classmates were almost giddy as they
listened to the sound of the licks. All except for Laura, who was
almost in tears, as she felt sorry for her big sister.
Back behind the schoolhouse, Mary persisted in her dutiful acceptance
of the punishment being meted upon her defenseless buttocks.
POP!!! “YEOOOWWW!!” Mary cried out as the paddle blasted across her
backside. The pain was becoming severe, cascading through her butt
cheeks.
POP!!! “AAAIIIIEEE!!” Mary howled as the last lick landed on the
tender curve of her cheeks and upper thighs. The pain and sting were
more than she could ever have imagined.
Mrs. Beadle released Mary and then she stood back and held the paddle
at her side. “Stand up, Mary.” She said somberly.
Mary stood slowly and turned to face the teacher. She reached back
with both hands and gingerly caressed and rubbed her burning bottom.
“Now then Mary, from now on I expect you to behave like a proper young
woman. Is that understood?” Mrs. Beadle said firmly.
“Yes ma’am.” Mary replied with a sniffle as she wiped her tears with
her hand.
“Good, get back to class.” Mrs. Beadle ordered.
Mary nodded and then she slowly walked up the steps and into the
classroom. She put her head down and made a beeline to her desk. She
didn’t notice Nellie smiling smugly as she passed. Laura watched as
Mary winced when she sat down. She felt bad for her because she knew
her bottom had to be on fire.
Mrs. Beadle followed Marty through the door and closed the door
behind. She returned the large wooden paddle to its hook and began to
write on the chalkboard. “Alright class, we’re going to finish up
where we left off before lunch. She said.
For the rest of the afternoon, Mary, feeling ashamed and embarrassed,
kept her head down and stayed quiet. Her butt cheeks squirmed on the
hard wood seat.
Finally and thankfully for Mary, the school day came to an end as Mrs.
Beadle dismissed the class. The students grabbed their books and
began to file out the front door.
“Mary, may I have a word with you?” Mrs. Beadle asked as she sat at
her desk writing.
Laura looked up at her sister. “I’ll wait for you outside.” She said
softly.
Mary approached the desk as Mrs. Beadle’s desk and stood with her
books in her arms.
“Mary, I want you to take this note home to your folks and have one of
them sign it and bring it back tomorrow morning. Is that clear?”
Mrs. Beadle said and handed Mary the note.
Mary read the contents of the note and then she looked up at Mrs.
Beadle with a distressed look.
“I’m sorry Mary, but I must inform the parents when I have to
administer corporal punishment.” Mrs. Beadle said somberly.
“But Mrs. Beadle, my Pa will give me a…..” Mary started and then was
interrupted.
“I’m sorry to hear about that Miss Ingalls, but it’s my duty to notify
the parents when corporal punishment is administered..” Mrs. Beadle
said sharply.
“Yes ma’am.” Mary said and then she hung her head, turned around and
walked down the aisle towards the door.
“What happened?” Laura asked as she met Mary at the foot of the
steps. She could see that Mary had a note from Mrs. Beadle.
“Nothing, let’s go.” Mary said sharply and began walking down the
road.
Mary was quiet as the two girls made the long trip home. She thought
about what was in store when she got home and her Pa found out she got
licked at school. Her Pa had a steadfast rule if you got licked at
school, you would get another licking when you got home. It had been
several years since Pa gave her a licking and she hoped she wouldn’t
ever have to experience another. But now she dreaded the worst and
remembered how awfully painful it was.
“Does it still hurt?” Laura asked breaking the silence.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Mary said harshly.
The girls continued to walk silently down the road and the thought of
being strapped by her Pa weighed on Mary’s mind. She thought maybe he
would understand what happened and go easy on her. After all, she was
defending Ma’s honor. ‘I’m also sixteen now and too old to be
whipped.” She thought to herself.
“Do you think Pa will give me a licking?” Mary asked her sister
seeking sympathy.
“I don’t know. Maybe if you talk to him and tell him what happened, he
won’t.” Laura replied.
End of Part 2
Lisa E. Krub
May 31, 2012, 9:34:51 AM5/31/12
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Very good! And you're very welcome!
Yes, of course we realized it was from LHOP. I liked how you mentioned that Laura had been paddled several times, as yes, she would be much more likely to get it than Mary. Putting Mary in that situation certainly gives it all a nice little twist.
And of course, we ALL know how badly Nellie and her brother need it. Can't that be another story? LOL!
Yesssss... PLEASE post part 3!f
~ Lisa ;-)
Yes, of course we realized it was from LHOP. I liked how you mentioned that Laura had been paddled several times, as yes, she would be much more likely to get it than Mary. Putting Mary in that situation certainly gives it all a nice little twist.
And of course, we ALL know how badly Nellie and her brother need it. Can't that be another story? LOL!
Yesssss... PLEASE post part 3!f
~ Lisa ;-)
wdst...@yahoo.com wrote:
Thank you, Lisa. I appreciate your comments.
I based this story off of the characters and television show Little
House on the Prairie, but all of you probably figured that out by
now. When I was a kid I had a crush on Melissa Sue Anderson who was
the actress that played Mary Ingalls. I have always loved LHOP.
There are several episodes where there is a spanking or lickin'
threat.
Also, in my story, Mary still has her eyesight. Did you know that
the real Mary Ingalls lost her eyesight at the age of 15?
Anyway, here is part 2. I wrote this story last year, so it's already
complete. There is a part 3 where Mary receives a lickin' with a
strap from her Pa at home, but it's a little more intense. If you
would like to read it, let me know and I'll post it.
Thanks for reading,
Will
The Paddling of Mary Ingalls - Part 2
As Nellie walked down the aisle toward her desk, Mary could sense that...
Christian
May 31, 2012, 5:17:12 PM5/31/12
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Dear Will,
First I apologize for the lateness of my reply as I was on a much-needed mini-vacation. And I thank you so much for posting something, anything! LOL. There are times when this group tends to take on the role of “the one man show” with duties rotated between individuals based on our real life hectic schedules or lack there of.
Secondly, I thank you kindly sir, for your gracious comment about my stories, though I must kindly disagree. This story was lovely! Most certainly far above par if you ask me. I admit, I am not normally a fan of fan fic, but this is really good. Seriously!
I remember my sister was obsessed with LHOP, so I thus was roped into watching it in my early years. Wow, did that Nellie need a whopping lol! Speaking of being roped into watching things, I also was roped into watching MTV when it came out in the late eighties by her as well (which I eventually loved) and that was forbidden. I guess you can guess how that ended lol. In my sisters defense, she also was roped into watching things like “Knight Rider” and “Chips” lol. On an unrelated note, I recall my parents had a TV that you actually had to GET UP and change the channel! How barbaric is that! And you know what? I was the remote control (change it to channel twelve… No, change it back to seven). Grrr! Can you believe that?! Sheesh!
I had read this story somewhere before (though I am drawing a blank as to where exactly? Perhaps on SIN?).
What I really liked was how you captured the intensity and anxiety of getting a paddling for real and at school within ear shot of peers, which for me was the ultimate humiliation (something I have numerous personal experiences with, unfortunately).
So, when do we see part three? And do you have any other stories? I’d love to read them.
Kind Regards,
Christianwdst...@yahoo.com
May 31, 2012, 10:39:14 PM5/31/12
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Hi Christian,
No need to apologize. I understand. We all need a little break now
and then.
Thank you for your comments. I'm glad you enjoyed the story. I have
written approximately 40 school paddling stories. Most of them either
involve a television character or someone I know or went to high
school with. I find that I can relate to the scene better than if I
were to make up a fictititious character.
There were several off camera whippings on LHOP, including Nellie a
couple times, and Charles once threatened Laura with a whipping. And
like I mentioned before, there are several spanking or lickin'
references in several of the episodes.
It's funny that you mention TV's before remote controls. I remember
those days. RIP, Eugene Polley the inventor of the wireless remote
control who recently passed away. God Bless you.
Okay, here is the final part of my story. I hope you continue to
enjoy. Again, I warn it's little more intense.
Thanks again,
Will
The Paddling of Mary Ingalls - Part 3
Bandit greeted the two girls with a couple barks as they finally
arrived home. Mary followed Laura through the front door.
“Hi girls, how was school?” Caroline asked with a smile.
“It was okay.” Laura replied as she grabbed an apple off the table.
“I’m gonna go fishin’, Ma.” She said and then started out the door.
“Okay, but don’t be gone too long, supper will be ready in an hour.”
Caroline replied.
“Mary, how was school?” Caroline asked. She could tell her daughter
was upset.
“Oh, Ma.” Mary said with tears in her eyes as she handed her the
note.
Caroline took the note and read the contents and then she looked at
her oldest daughter.
“You were paddled, Mary?” She asked, astonished.
Mary nodded and sniffled.
“Mrs. Beadle says you received five licks for tripping Nellie Oleson.
Why on earth would you do such a thing?” Caroline asked.
“She was saying things about you and Mr. French.” Mary said and
sniffled again.
“Well, that didn’t give you the right to trip her.” Caroline replied
sternly.
“I know and I’m sorry, but I couldn’t take it anymore.” Mary replied.
“Well, I’m afraid when your father finds out about this…” Caroline
started.
“Oh, Ma, please I don’t want a lickin’.” Mary pleaded.
“I’m sorry, young lady, but that’s up to your Pa.” Caroline replied.
She kind of felt sorry for her. She was well aware of the rumors
going around town and could understand why Mary would do such a
thing. After all, Nellie and Mrs. Oleson were the biggest gossips in
town.
“Why don’t you go up to your room and rest awhile before supper?”
Caroline suggested.
“Your Pa will be home late tonight. I will let him sort this out.”
Caroline said.
Mary nodded and then she climbed the wooden ladder to the loft where
she shared a bedroom with her sister.
That night during supper Mary sat quietly picking at her food. She
was almost sick to her stomach at the thought of such the humiliating
and painful punishment she was about to receive. She kept looking
back over her shoulder at the thick, black, well oiled strap that hung
on the hook over the mantel and then she would glance at the front
door. In some ways she wished her Pa would come home and just get it
over with.
“Ma, May I be excused?” Mary asked.
“Well Mary, you’ve hardly touched your supper.” Caroline replied.
“I know, but I just don’t feel well.” Mary replied.
“Alright, go up and get ready for bed.” Caroline said.
“Yes ma’am.” Mary replied and then she headed up to the loft.
A couple hours later, Mary and Laura were in the loft finishing up
their homework when they heard their Pa come through the front door
and Mary felt a rush of fear tingle run through her body.
The girls sat quietly as their parents talked and then the topic of
Mary’s paddling came up. Mary felt a pair of uncomfortable lumps
simultaneously forming in both her throat and stomach when it got
quiet below. She knew she was reading Mrs. Beadle’s note.
“Mary!!” Charles called out.
“Oh please, Charles not tonight. Can’t this wait until morning?”
Caroline replied.
“Mary, come down here now!” Charles yelled.
Laura gave Mary a sympathetic look as her older sister rose from her
chair. “Mary’s gonna get it good.” She thought.
Mary felt lightheaded and queasy as she descended down the stairs.
Her knees were weak as she approached her father. She could only look
at her wringing hands as she demurely looked downward.
“Do you want to explain this, Mary?” Charles said forcefully as he
held up the note.
As tears welled up in her blue eyes, Mary looked up at her father.
She was speechless.
“Answer me, Mary!” Charles said forcefully.
“Oh, Pa, please.” Mary said her voice quaked a little
“It says you were paddled for tripping Nellie Oleson. I want to know
why you did it and I want to know now.” Charles said firmly.
“She was saying such awful things about y Ma and Mr. French.” Mary
went on the defensive as best she could. She explained how she and
Nellie fought.
“I don’t care what Nellie did. You had no right to trip her.”
Charles replied.
“I’m sorry, Pa.” Mary said.
“It’s been a long time since you had a lickin’ and that’s just what
you’re gonna get.” Charles said as he walked over to the mantel and
removed the leather strap from the hook.
“Oh, Pa, please don’t!” Mary begged.
“You know the rules, Mary. You get licked at school, you get licked at
home. Come over here.” Charles demanded.
Mary walked over to the end of the dining room table where her father
stood holding the strap at his side.
“Turn around and face the table.” Charles instructed.
Mary turned slowly with her back to her father.
“Take off your night gown.” Charles ordered.
“Charles, please…” Caroline started and then was interrupted.
“Stay out of this, Caroline.” Charles said sharply.
Mary looked over her shoulder at her father.
“Do as you’re told.” Charles said.
Mary reached down by her sides, grasped the gown with both hands at
the hips and pulled it slowly up and then over her head. She stood
wearing just her pantaloons with her bare back to her father.
“Take down your drawers.” Charles commanded.
“No Charles, you can’t….” Caroline gasped.
“Caroline, unless you want to be next, you’ll stay out of it.”
Charles blared.
“Oh, Pa, please don’t make me…” Mary began to beg, as she looked over
her shoulder at her father.
“Take’em down, Mary!” Charles yelled.
Mary trembled as she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her
pantaloons. She leaned forward slowly as she pulled them down over
her hips to her knees. Her face felt the warm blush of embarrassment
and shame.
“Lean forward and grip the table.” Charles ordered.
Mary drew a deep breath as she complied with her order and positioned
herself for punishment. She gritted her teeth and steeled herself for
what was to come.
Meanwhile in the loft, Laura listened to the proceedings happening
down below.
Charles stood back an off to Mary’s left side. He brought the strap
back and high above his right shoulder.
SPLAAAAT!! “OWWWW!!!”
SPLAAAAT!!! “YEOOOWWW!!”
SPLAAAAT!! “AAHHHHH!!”
Mary yelped each time the strap snapped across her bare bottom and
thighs.
SPLAAAAT!! “YEEOOUUCH!!”
SPLAAAAT!! “AAAIIIIEEEE!!”
SPLAAAAT!! “OWWWW!!! OHHHH!!!
Caroline was looking down at the floor from her vantage point as if
she couldn’t bear to look.
Up in the loft, Laura wept softly as her big sister was whipped.
SPLAAAAT!! “OHHH PAAAA NOOOO!!”
SPLAAAAT!! “OHHH NOOO MORE!!”
SPLAAAAT!! “OHHH OOWWW!!”
SPLAAAAT!!! “YEEEOOOOW!!!”
Finally, the whipping ceased and Charles returned the strap to the
hook over the mantel. Mary was bawling as she clung to the table.
Her paddled bottom and thighs were a mass of welts.
“Get dressed and get upstairs.” Charles said firmly and then he left
to go outside and cool off.
Mary stood slowly as her mother quickly came to her and helped her
pull up her pantaloons. Caroline put her arm around her oldest
daughter’s shoulder and the girl turned and collapsed in her arms
sobbing on her shoulder. “There, there it’s over dear.” Caroline
said tenderly. Then she helped Mary put her nightgown on and helped
her up the wooden ladder.
When Mary reached the loft she looked up all teary eyed and forlorn
looking at her sister. Then she fell on her bed on her tummy and
began to bawl. Laura quickly rushed to her sister’s side and began to
comfort her. “Are you okay?” She asked.
That night Mary cried herself to sleep. It was the hardest and the
last licking she ever received from her Pa and it would be several
days before she could sit down comfortably.
The End
On May 31, 4:17 pm, Christian <christian0...@gmail.com> wrote:
> <https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wagKV88Ndcw/T8ffrNriMXI/AAAAAAAAAD...>
No need to apologize. I understand. We all need a little break now
and then.
Thank you for your comments. I'm glad you enjoyed the story. I have
written approximately 40 school paddling stories. Most of them either
involve a television character or someone I know or went to high
school with. I find that I can relate to the scene better than if I
were to make up a fictititious character.
There were several off camera whippings on LHOP, including Nellie a
couple times, and Charles once threatened Laura with a whipping. And
like I mentioned before, there are several spanking or lickin'
references in several of the episodes.
It's funny that you mention TV's before remote controls. I remember
those days. RIP, Eugene Polley the inventor of the wireless remote
control who recently passed away. God Bless you.
Okay, here is the final part of my story. I hope you continue to
enjoy. Again, I warn it's little more intense.
Thanks again,
Will
The Paddling of Mary Ingalls - Part 3
Bandit greeted the two girls with a couple barks as they finally
arrived home. Mary followed Laura through the front door.
“Hi girls, how was school?” Caroline asked with a smile.
“It was okay.” Laura replied as she grabbed an apple off the table.
“I’m gonna go fishin’, Ma.” She said and then started out the door.
“Okay, but don’t be gone too long, supper will be ready in an hour.”
Caroline replied.
“Mary, how was school?” Caroline asked. She could tell her daughter
was upset.
“Oh, Ma.” Mary said with tears in her eyes as she handed her the
note.
Caroline took the note and read the contents and then she looked at
her oldest daughter.
“You were paddled, Mary?” She asked, astonished.
Mary nodded and sniffled.
“Mrs. Beadle says you received five licks for tripping Nellie Oleson.
Why on earth would you do such a thing?” Caroline asked.
“She was saying things about you and Mr. French.” Mary said and
sniffled again.
“Well, that didn’t give you the right to trip her.” Caroline replied
sternly.
“I know and I’m sorry, but I couldn’t take it anymore.” Mary replied.
“Well, I’m afraid when your father finds out about this…” Caroline
started.
“Oh, Ma, please I don’t want a lickin’.” Mary pleaded.
“I’m sorry, young lady, but that’s up to your Pa.” Caroline replied.
She kind of felt sorry for her. She was well aware of the rumors
going around town and could understand why Mary would do such a
thing. After all, Nellie and Mrs. Oleson were the biggest gossips in
town.
“Why don’t you go up to your room and rest awhile before supper?”
Caroline suggested.
“Your Pa will be home late tonight. I will let him sort this out.”
Caroline said.
Mary nodded and then she climbed the wooden ladder to the loft where
she shared a bedroom with her sister.
That night during supper Mary sat quietly picking at her food. She
was almost sick to her stomach at the thought of such the humiliating
and painful punishment she was about to receive. She kept looking
back over her shoulder at the thick, black, well oiled strap that hung
on the hook over the mantel and then she would glance at the front
door. In some ways she wished her Pa would come home and just get it
over with.
“Ma, May I be excused?” Mary asked.
“Well Mary, you’ve hardly touched your supper.” Caroline replied.
“I know, but I just don’t feel well.” Mary replied.
“Alright, go up and get ready for bed.” Caroline said.
“Yes ma’am.” Mary replied and then she headed up to the loft.
A couple hours later, Mary and Laura were in the loft finishing up
their homework when they heard their Pa come through the front door
and Mary felt a rush of fear tingle run through her body.
The girls sat quietly as their parents talked and then the topic of
Mary’s paddling came up. Mary felt a pair of uncomfortable lumps
simultaneously forming in both her throat and stomach when it got
quiet below. She knew she was reading Mrs. Beadle’s note.
“Mary!!” Charles called out.
“Oh please, Charles not tonight. Can’t this wait until morning?”
Caroline replied.
“Mary, come down here now!” Charles yelled.
Laura gave Mary a sympathetic look as her older sister rose from her
chair. “Mary’s gonna get it good.” She thought.
Mary felt lightheaded and queasy as she descended down the stairs.
Her knees were weak as she approached her father. She could only look
at her wringing hands as she demurely looked downward.
“Do you want to explain this, Mary?” Charles said forcefully as he
held up the note.
As tears welled up in her blue eyes, Mary looked up at her father.
She was speechless.
“Answer me, Mary!” Charles said forcefully.
“Oh, Pa, please.” Mary said her voice quaked a little
“It says you were paddled for tripping Nellie Oleson. I want to know
why you did it and I want to know now.” Charles said firmly.
“She was saying such awful things about y Ma and Mr. French.” Mary
went on the defensive as best she could. She explained how she and
Nellie fought.
“I don’t care what Nellie did. You had no right to trip her.”
Charles replied.
“I’m sorry, Pa.” Mary said.
“It’s been a long time since you had a lickin’ and that’s just what
you’re gonna get.” Charles said as he walked over to the mantel and
removed the leather strap from the hook.
“Oh, Pa, please don’t!” Mary begged.
“You know the rules, Mary. You get licked at school, you get licked at
home. Come over here.” Charles demanded.
Mary walked over to the end of the dining room table where her father
stood holding the strap at his side.
“Turn around and face the table.” Charles instructed.
Mary turned slowly with her back to her father.
“Take off your night gown.” Charles ordered.
“Charles, please…” Caroline started and then was interrupted.
“Stay out of this, Caroline.” Charles said sharply.
Mary looked over her shoulder at her father.
“Do as you’re told.” Charles said.
Mary reached down by her sides, grasped the gown with both hands at
the hips and pulled it slowly up and then over her head. She stood
wearing just her pantaloons with her bare back to her father.
“Take down your drawers.” Charles commanded.
“No Charles, you can’t….” Caroline gasped.
“Caroline, unless you want to be next, you’ll stay out of it.”
Charles blared.
“Oh, Pa, please don’t make me…” Mary began to beg, as she looked over
her shoulder at her father.
“Take’em down, Mary!” Charles yelled.
Mary trembled as she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her
pantaloons. She leaned forward slowly as she pulled them down over
her hips to her knees. Her face felt the warm blush of embarrassment
and shame.
“Lean forward and grip the table.” Charles ordered.
Mary drew a deep breath as she complied with her order and positioned
herself for punishment. She gritted her teeth and steeled herself for
what was to come.
Meanwhile in the loft, Laura listened to the proceedings happening
down below.
Charles stood back an off to Mary’s left side. He brought the strap
back and high above his right shoulder.
SPLAAAAT!! “OWWWW!!!”
SPLAAAAT!!! “YEOOOWWW!!”
SPLAAAAT!! “AAHHHHH!!”
Mary yelped each time the strap snapped across her bare bottom and
thighs.
SPLAAAAT!! “YEEOOUUCH!!”
SPLAAAAT!! “AAAIIIIEEEE!!”
SPLAAAAT!! “OWWWW!!! OHHHH!!!
Caroline was looking down at the floor from her vantage point as if
she couldn’t bear to look.
Up in the loft, Laura wept softly as her big sister was whipped.
SPLAAAAT!! “OHHH PAAAA NOOOO!!”
SPLAAAAT!! “OHHH NOOO MORE!!”
SPLAAAAT!! “OHHH OOWWW!!”
SPLAAAAT!!! “YEEEOOOOW!!!”
Finally, the whipping ceased and Charles returned the strap to the
hook over the mantel. Mary was bawling as she clung to the table.
Her paddled bottom and thighs were a mass of welts.
“Get dressed and get upstairs.” Charles said firmly and then he left
to go outside and cool off.
Mary stood slowly as her mother quickly came to her and helped her
pull up her pantaloons. Caroline put her arm around her oldest
daughter’s shoulder and the girl turned and collapsed in her arms
sobbing on her shoulder. “There, there it’s over dear.” Caroline
said tenderly. Then she helped Mary put her nightgown on and helped
her up the wooden ladder.
When Mary reached the loft she looked up all teary eyed and forlorn
looking at her sister. Then she fell on her bed on her tummy and
began to bawl. Laura quickly rushed to her sister’s side and began to
comfort her. “Are you okay?” She asked.
That night Mary cried herself to sleep. It was the hardest and the
last licking she ever received from her Pa and it would be several
days before she could sit down comfortably.
The End
On May 31, 4:17 pm, Christian <christian0...@gmail.com> wrote:
> <https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wagKV88Ndcw/T8ffrNriMXI/AAAAAAAAAD...>
>
> Dear Will,
>
> First I apologize for the lateness of my reply as I was on a much-needed
> mini-vacation. And I thank you *so *much for posting something, anything!
> Dear Will,
>
> First I apologize for the lateness of my reply as I was on a much-needed
> LOL. There are times when this group tends to take on the role of “the one
> man show” with duties rotated between individuals based on our real life
> hectic schedules or lack there of.
>
> Secondly, I thank you kindly sir, for your gracious comment about my
> stories, though I must kindly disagree. This story was lovely! Most
> certainly far above par if you ask me. I admit, I am not normally a fan of
> fan fic, but this is really good. Seriously!
>
> I remember my sister was obsessed with LHOP, so I thus was roped into
> watching it in my early years. Wow, did that Nellie need a whopping lol!
> Speaking of being roped into watching things, I also was roped into
> watching MTV when it came out in the late eighties by her as well (which I
> eventually loved) and that was forbidden. I guess you can guess how that
> ended lol. In my sisters defense, she also was roped into watching things
> like “Knight Rider” and “Chips” lol. On an unrelated note, I recall my
> parents had a TV that you actually had to GET UP and change the channel!
> How barbaric is that! And you know what? *I *was the remote control (change
> man show” with duties rotated between individuals based on our real life
> hectic schedules or lack there of.
>
> Secondly, I thank you kindly sir, for your gracious comment about my
> stories, though I must kindly disagree. This story was lovely! Most
> certainly far above par if you ask me. I admit, I am not normally a fan of
> fan fic, but this is really good. Seriously!
>
> I remember my sister was obsessed with LHOP, so I thus was roped into
> watching it in my early years. Wow, did that Nellie need a whopping lol!
> Speaking of being roped into watching things, I also was roped into
> watching MTV when it came out in the late eighties by her as well (which I
> eventually loved) and that was forbidden. I guess you can guess how that
> ended lol. In my sisters defense, she also was roped into watching things
> like “Knight Rider” and “Chips” lol. On an unrelated note, I recall my
> parents had a TV that you actually had to GET UP and change the channel!
Christian
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A good conclusion. I recall also waiting in fear after getting it at
school. As well as being concerned for my sister when I knew she was
going to get it..
Regards,
Christian
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going to get it..
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Christian
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Man, those were the worst! Two spankings on one day really hurt! Sheesh!
Christian
Christian
Sugarbabe
Jul 3, 2012, 6:50:42 PM7/3/12
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LOVE The Story. Keep them coming! And I would LOVE to hear part 3.
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