The worst spanking I ever got, I was four. We lived in married
student housing in Cambridge, Massachusetts while my father attended
Harvard. Being an internationally recognized institution, Harvard
attracted students from all over the world. Occasionally, my parents
would invite someone over for dinner. Of course, we girls were
supposed to be on our best behavior.
Our guest on this occasion, was a young Chinese man named Dam Wong.
Being four, I found great humor in his name. I ran around the house
saying, "Dam Wong. Dam Wong," in a singsong voice, giggling
happily.
"Stop that right now," my father said sharply. "You're
being rude."
I didn't.
"I said to stop that!"
I continued. Daddy sent me to my room before dinner. I calmed down a
little, but started up again over our meal. I was sent to my room
again. Instead of staying there, I sat at the top of the stairs
saying, "Dam Wong! Dam Wong".
"I—have—had—enough!" My father bellowed as he
charged up the stairs.
He grabbed me up in one hand, carried me to my room and tore my butt
up. I can't remember if he made me apologize to Dam Wong, but I doubt
it. There was no telling if I'd start up again and break into
hysterical giggles. Needless to say, the after dinner talk was cut
short and our guest went home.
I've never forgotten that spanking. I went out of my way after that
to avoid being spanked by my father. If I got in trouble with my
mother, I would hide before he got home so he wouldn't spank me
again. Once, I hid for so long, my parents were nearly frantic. By
the time they found me, deep in the closet upstairs, the desire to
spank me had passed.
I don't remember anymore spankings after that, but the "Dam Wong
Affair" is indelibly imprinted on my memory.
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Dellani Oakes
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