LadyBeckett
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Joined: 2/4/2004 From: Scotland/Tennessee Status: offline
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Oh I have several many of "those" stories, as well, but one of my favorites to share is the one about when I was 7. Our next door neighbors were Italian, and the male was the head of the household. His wife was pregnant with their fourth child, and I would go over to visit with her, and help her in the kitchen in the afternoons. If he saw me outside doing yard chores, he would send one of his boys to do it for me. I would wait until I saw him coming out on his porch, and I would take the rake, or the shovel, or the trash can, whatever it was, away from whichever boy it was helping me, and just look like I had been laboring the whole time. The father would come out the door, with his strap in hand and order the boy over the stoop right in front of me. While he took his whipping, I looked him right in his eye. One day the boy asked me, after the whipping, why I kept doing that. I flicked his chin and said, "So you don't forget who's Boss." and winked at him. I was merely mimicking something I had seen my father do, but over the years, it has become my own.
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Lady Beckett _____________________________________ "Submissive boys yearn to fall into their proper place, so that the rest of their life will." ~ Lady Beckett
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