I've blogged a few times about my nieces, who appear to be spankos-in-training. Such as here, or here.
So, tonight one of my sisters and I took the oldest two out for their birthday. After watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (was a bit nervous, but I actually quite liked it) and eating pizza at Eatza Pizza (nasty pizza, but nice employees), my sister and I dropped them off at home. I went to give the oldest a hug and as she bent down to hug me, I gave her 11 soft smacks. The next oldest comes running over. "Give me my birthday spanking 'Chell!" And, well, I gave her a hug and 9 soft spanks. Their mother's boyfriend says that he hasn't given them their birthday spankings yet, to which the 9-year-old responds by running over to him and throwing herself over his lap, causing him to wince and complain about his hurt knee. And promise that he's going to give them their birthday spanking at their pool party in a couple of weeks.
Yep. That'll probably be their favorite part.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
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4 comments:
In the endless discussion of "how
we got this way" (e.g., obcessed
with spanking from waking to sleeping)
there has been the debate about
nature vs. nurture.
It sounds like you've got a couple
of points toward the nurture
argument.
I hope you are well,
Wintermute
ronfl giggles yeah i would definatly say that those two are spankos in training all right... heheh
hugs
Mary
Thanks, Case.
In the case of my nieces I'm still not sure on the nurture v. nature thing. Their mother, for intstance, has absolutely no desire to be spanked (yeah, we've actually talked about it). There's certainly a culture of it within our family, and I'd say they definitely internalize it. But it still seems so hit or miss down through the generations that it leaves me to think it's probably both nature AND nurture.
Thanks for the hugs and giggles, Mary. :)
HUGS your very welcome Natty gigles I love reading your blog.. as you know its the one that got me mine ::cheesy smile::
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