paulas schooling pt 2
Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 3:58 pm
Paula sniffled and sobed as quiet as she could while Sheri and I walked out to the back deck to have a drink. Our words were brief but meaningful, and of course paula was the main subject.
"Is that what she really thinks of me?" a hint of concern tinting Sheris tone.
"Of cours not, she loves you so much you wouldnt believe it if she told you. She idolizes you. Dont be silly.
......."ok"
"Tell ya what, I'll go in there and give her the brush for a little bit then it will be all over but the crying. It'll be all back to normal...promise."
"No more than 20....she's had enough."
"Ok no more than 20."
Walking back into the room paula shifted nervously from one foot to the other peeking over her shoulder for her tormentor.l
Its me paula...your getting the rest of the punishment from me. Now come here with the brush." I said sternly as I sat on the couch. Paula turned my way and walked slowly towards me as if she were studying my face for a sign of mood or intent. My intent was to get this over with and nothing more. Making my little girl cry was not on the top of my priority list but it was a necassary evil if nothing else. She had to be taught the importance of a college education and that there is a responsibility on her part to do her best.
Sitting on the edge of the couch I left my left knee out so puala could drape herself over it and in turn would wrap my leg around hers keeping her in place. This was going to hurt and would not help anythng if I had to wrestle her to the ground to finish the punishment. Handing me the brush paula dutifully draped herself over my knee hung her head and waited for the worse. Looking down I realized paula was a young lady now. What had happened to the little stick tom boy who accompanied me to all the Seahawk games? Back in the days before hanging out with friends took priority over hanging out with the old man. Pulling her close I rubbed the brush briskley over her tush then began. CRACK! OOOOHHH! SMACK! MMPHH THWACK! paula was kicking and crying from the get go and who could blame her, she was no doubt still sore from the first session. Avoiding eye contact with those big doe eyes was an important part of the punishment and puala knew once she caught my gaze with hers the punishment wouldnt last long. Keeping head down I delivered the final swats to poor paulas bright red derriere then sent her to her room for rest of the night where no doubt she slept restlessly on her tummy.
"Is that what she really thinks of me?" a hint of concern tinting Sheris tone.
"Of cours not, she loves you so much you wouldnt believe it if she told you. She idolizes you. Dont be silly.
......."ok"
"Tell ya what, I'll go in there and give her the brush for a little bit then it will be all over but the crying. It'll be all back to normal...promise."
"No more than 20....she's had enough."
"Ok no more than 20."
Walking back into the room paula shifted nervously from one foot to the other peeking over her shoulder for her tormentor.l
Its me paula...your getting the rest of the punishment from me. Now come here with the brush." I said sternly as I sat on the couch. Paula turned my way and walked slowly towards me as if she were studying my face for a sign of mood or intent. My intent was to get this over with and nothing more. Making my little girl cry was not on the top of my priority list but it was a necassary evil if nothing else. She had to be taught the importance of a college education and that there is a responsibility on her part to do her best.
Sitting on the edge of the couch I left my left knee out so puala could drape herself over it and in turn would wrap my leg around hers keeping her in place. This was going to hurt and would not help anythng if I had to wrestle her to the ground to finish the punishment. Handing me the brush paula dutifully draped herself over my knee hung her head and waited for the worse. Looking down I realized paula was a young lady now. What had happened to the little stick tom boy who accompanied me to all the Seahawk games? Back in the days before hanging out with friends took priority over hanging out with the old man. Pulling her close I rubbed the brush briskley over her tush then began. CRACK! OOOOHHH! SMACK! MMPHH THWACK! paula was kicking and crying from the get go and who could blame her, she was no doubt still sore from the first session. Avoiding eye contact with those big doe eyes was an important part of the punishment and puala knew once she caught my gaze with hers the punishment wouldnt last long. Keeping head down I delivered the final swats to poor paulas bright red derriere then sent her to her room for rest of the night where no doubt she slept restlessly on her tummy.