Like most other families, mine had turkey and pumpkin pie today. But along with these Thanksgiving staples, there was an underlying spanking theme throughout the afternoon.
-- A friend of my mom and my grandma's husband sat trading stories of how they were spanked as kids. The former told the "go cut a switch" story, but with the twist that when he'd come back with a small one, his dad would simply say, "no problem, I've got a back-up" and haul out a huge switch from the closet. Or when he and his siblings got into trouble once, his father lined them up oldest to youngest to spank each of them. "You'd think he'd have gotten tired by the time he got to me and my brother, but instead he was just more pissed off."
-- My six-year old nephew, brother of the spanko nieces I've referred to a few times, pleaded with the above mentioned friend of my mom to be spanked after being tickled. His mother, my sister, sat next to me blushing. "I don't know what it is with my kids always wanting to be spanked."
-- As that sister and I sat perusing the sales papers, I commented that this one piece of exercise equipment looked like some sort of S & M furniture. She laughed and then goes, "how would you know?" I grinned, as she's the one in my family familiar with my proclivities. "Oh, and like you don't know!" her boyfriend exclaimed.
-- Then there's my brother. He's a twenty-year old cutie with Down's Syndrome who seems to have also inherited the BDSM gene. My other sister once caught him tying up all of his stuffed animals when he was younger. Today he found himself bent over the couch at one point, which invited my mother to playfully kick him in the behind. He feigned distress, but when my mom stopped, he went, "again! again!" Later he comes over to me while I'm watching television, bends right over, and in case I haven't figured out what he wants me to do, says "spank me 'Chell."
Yep. Never know whether to be horrified or amused by my pervy family. But certainly there's no doubt where I get my spanko-ness from.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
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"I commented that this one piece of exercise equipment looked like some sort of S & M furniture."
That is so funny! Pink and I finally got around to looking through yesterday's paper this morning. She came across that same picture and we had a good laugh :)
sounds like a neat crew. LOL
The one with the woman sitting on a bench with her hands bound above her head, brat? Doesn't it soooo just look like something for the dungeon rather than the gym?
He he he -- when I told A. about it, he was all, "how much was it?" The big perv... ;)
Yeah, Patty, aside from being far more open about sexuality than I feel comfortable with when it comes to blood relatives, they behaved themselves pretty well Thursday. :)
Christmas may be a different story. My registered-sex-offender brother is supposed to be there so the whole thing might be even more Jerry Springer than it normally is. It should be a whole new experience for A., who comes from a fairly tame, British Catholic family. LOL
LOL Priceless. So many pervs in one family - if all of you were active in the scene, you'd be forever meeting each other at events. That would be so funny. (Or embarrassing? Well, funny for observers.)
Yeah, it would be kinda creepy in a way if we were all bumping into each other at munches and such. Though you're right, amusing for anyone watching. LOL
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