As they say in real estate, the three factors you consider when purchasing a house is location, loca
As they say in real estate, the three factors you consider when purchasing a house is location, location and location. The same circumstances apply for my situation when it came to the luck in having a certain neighbor. We lived next door to the towns high school principal, Mrs. Kellor. She was there for us when mother took ill and eventually passed on. And as time passed and I became a bit of a behavior problem for my father she, offered her assistance and expertise in straightening me out. The day I was sent next door to see Mrs. Kellor I was in the usual indifferent teen mode but with a little nervousness as the woman’s presence always intimidated me.I was told to follow her into her study where I was left non-plussed when I was handed a pair of juvenile pajamas in my size and ordered to put them on. When I hesitated she stood up and grabbed an arm and applied a three foot cane to my rear until I was in tears and capitulated.I was made to strip completely and dress into the pajamas in front of her,tears dripping down, having to forsake my embarrassment of doing the act in her presence.After I was in pajamas I was called over to her and told to stand in front of the seated authoritarian. I was lectured that my behavior was juvenile and totally unacceptable and so I was to be treated accordingly. Before I could react my pajama pants were pulled down and was hauled across her ample lap and secured there. I had no idea where that brush came from but I sure felt it’s presence.Before I was let up, I had a crop of wet blisters all centered to where I needed to sit and could hardly breathe from all the screaming and pleading I was doing. I Hardly knew where I was and my whole being was centered in the heat and pain she created on my bottom, when she stood me up and roughly pulled my pajama pants back up.I was told to put my sneakers back on and collect my clothes. She asked for my hand and she took me home. It was over a two hundred foot walk that seemed to take forever and we waited at the door until my father decided to finally open it. She took me inside and told my father he’s to go straight to bed and preceded to escort me to my bedroom. In my room, after I put my clothes down, she spun me around and with a finger in my face, warned me that if she got another report about my behavior, what I just got would seem like a fond memory. A hard smack to my tender bottom sealed that threat.My father was standing in the open doorway when she said to him, He’s not to leave this bed without permission and he’s missed supper for tonight. Call me if he gives you the slightest bit of trouble and I’ll make him the sorriest young man in this town.I made many pain filled trips between the two homes until I learned it was easier to just obey and do what I was told. Where did she ever learn to spank that hard is still a mystery to me? They weren’t allowed to spank you in school? -- source link