Michelle’s Paddling1

Hi, my name is Michelle and this is one of my “real life” experiences. I hope you enjoy it; I am rather curious what folks think about my story. I was raised on a farm and knew the meaning of hard work. I helped my Mom around the house, helped some with the livestock and when I got old enough, drove the truck when we loaded hay. My parents were hard-working, conservative and religious. My grandfather (my mother’s dad) was a preacher. I may have been a girl and an only child but I was certainly not spoiled. My parents believed in the phrase, “spare the rod and spoil the child.” Actually, it was a paddle, not a rod! The paddle was made of wood and was about a foot and a half long. It was kept on top of the refrigerator in the kitchen. I remember several occasions when I felt that hard wood smack my bottom and the searing pain that radiated across my rear.