A vanilla blogger, to whom I’m not linking to spare her blushes, made me laugh the other day. She described a dialogue with her daughter:
…She had torn apart our living room and was starting to throw Candyland cards around the room despite my repeated warnings – that I said something that even surprised myself:
“M…, do you want a spanking??”
That was all it took. She stopped immediately, quickly jumped to her feet, dropping the rest of the cards, and said, “Yes!”
Whatever a spanking was — she has not been and won’t ever be spanked — she was so excited to get one. It made me laugh and we picked up the cards together.
That reminded me of a conversation I had with my parents once when I was about 12. My father returned from a parents’ evening at school disappointed at some of the reports he’d had about me. Mum said, “Well, what do you suggest we do with her? Spank her? Marry her off?”
“I vote for spanking, please,” I said hopefully.
My parents looked at me as though I was an alien, and both burst out laughing. My hopes were dashed. I wasn’t to get my first spanking until I was an adult.
Parents shouldn’t joke like that with kids like me, they’re only getting our hopes up.
I’m torn between chuckling about how much this is like a Naomi Darvell story and utter shock that your teachers would ever have had cause to complain about your behavior. Your real teachers, that it…
My behaviour was fine, but my marks took a dive at the start of middle school (as in, I didn’t get straight As, which to my parents was unthinkable).
It is funny the things kids said – that poor girl is probably horribly disappointed!
Wonder if she really is a spanko in the making?! Did make me laugh anyway, that must really have taken the wind out of the parental sails 😉 Funny cos, although I fantasised endlessly about being punished at school, I found the thought of my parents doing it, or even knowing about it, a total squick. That really did feel too close to home.