Guess what happens, if you are getting a deserved scolding, and try to switch the subject. exactly, the consequences will be swift and memorable. Not having that sort of disrespect. #StrictMotivation
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“Get ready, Missy!” he yelled through the house, up the stairway and shook his head. Every morning the same routine. She had skipped breakfast, again, just to sleep in the 10 minutes longer, regardless how Tony insisted that breakfast is the important start in the day. He had cleansed up his plate, and cornflakes bowl, like every morning, read through the paper briefly, and dressed. Now he had his coat and boots on, ready to go to work, and yet she was stalling him, again. He drove her to the uni, and it was no big detour, but he could have insisted she takes the bus. But then she would have to get up 1 hour earlier, and so….
“I will be waiting by the car. You better hurry scurry!” he said in a stern voice, and went outside, into the cold autumn morning. He sat in the car, watching the clock move on, but Janette was no-where to be seen. He pressed the horn, once, twice… no Janette in sight. He sighed, getting really annoyed. She usually should come running by the second time he blew the horn. She would know that if he had to get her in person, she would be in trouble.
Tony got out the car, shaking his head, but hoping Janette was alright and not just sleeping in. He knocked at her bed-room door and entered. She was still in bed!
“Young Lady!” he said in a cold voice. She woke up startled. “Why are you still in bed and not dressed and ready?” he hissed at her. She put on a sweet pout. “But Tony, i told you i was sick…” she mumbled.
“Are you?” he asked her with mockery in his voice. “Or are you just pulling it off so you can skip school?”
I work at My desk, and My eyes are glued to My work, as I listen to your confession. I dont look up from My work, I dont get tense visibly to you. I give you that very impression, that you are a radio, playing a song I may have heard before. I listen very closely to the words you say, but I do not validate your anguish by looking up to you or giving away I actually do listen.
I let you do all the talking, sniffling and crying, knowing that you are standing a few feet away from both tables, the one with restrains to My left (and your right) being even a little further away from you. I know how much you detest and fear that table, even if it is much less massive than My work desk, but its metal rings for the restraints speak in such a loud volume about inevitable painful punishment, where as the work desk, can be just that: furniture to work at
Right now, it is used for that very purpose, and yet you feel the sting of punishment. You came to confess, but you also came to cleanse your slate. And you came for recognition. Recognition of your failing. Recognition of your feelings, Recognition of what you had done or didnt do. Recognition of your story. But also recognition of how you were trying and how maybe this isnt just about being bad.
And now that desk, that wooden monument, over which your body has been bent over for discipline, correction and education many times over, that very desk that doesnt just harbour pens and pencils and other stationary utensils: letters, envelopes, paper pads, the lap top and tablet, the telephone, as well as the sealing equipment you have been made acquaintance with before, the report card forms, it thrones before you, unsurmountable like a fortress. You also are very well aware there is this one drawer, in My desk, under neath the little table for a snack, that tablet like drawer, and the one with the stationary equipment. That third drawer from the top.
That third drawer from the top, still above the files drawer at the bottom. To My left, closer to that dreaded table with the restraint over there. That third drawer, that harbors the rulers and a few, handy paddles, as well as one rolled up leather belt. You know that slightly shrieking swoosh that third drawer from the top makes, that unique sound, peculiar and if it were not opened for such sinister reasons, maybe even slightly amusing. But it is the third drawer from the top, the one where the bars of soap live, and the icy hot, the tiger balm, the thermometer, the vaseline, the medical gloves and the dried rice and dried peas, as well as the sealing equipment in its rosewood little chest.
Oh dont you know that third drawer from the top, and that is where your eyes stare into nothingness, every time you do dare lifting them from your feet. Oh #SpankieMonster is very aware, how you are even avoiding reading My bodylanguage, young lady. How every thought beyond the very moment sends shivers down your spine and erupts cramps in your tummy, of apprehension and that deep rooted wish to be anywhere but here and anytime but now.
I let you stand there, finishing My work. I dont speak a word. I dont give you any recognition for all of the minutes that are endless now. They dont fly by using the inernet or texting with freinds. They dont go unnoticed not one single of them. They are felt with all the heaviness they could possibly muster. All those minutes you had recklessly pushed your bedtime, like it was your choice. They drag their leaded feet in that desserted space, that is not even the comfy corner.
Yes, the corner would be horrible, but it would also be a recognition of your failing. While it is intimidating and dull, and making you feel vulnerable with your backside exposed to whatever may come, it also keeps your vital front side very protected. It allows you to focus and forces you to look ahead, or close your eyes and be present in the moment. That dreaded yet useful corner, with its dullness still would be so much better than standing here, with no cover, no-where to run and your face exposed with its every expression. It will like a traitor give away your true state of intimidation, discomfort or any left over defiance or arrogance. It will be like a work-sheet presentation producing all the data #SpankieMonster might need, without you even saying a word.
There is no corner to cradle your facial expressions, now that you stand exposed, in the middle of the Study, you stand like on a platter, before Me sitting behind My desk, My lap top screen, with My books and My note book and pad, and pens. I am seemingly sunk into My work using all those things that you had deemed more important than My rules and guidelines created and maintained to help you being well. The kindle, the cell phone, the social media now seem to have all My attention, while you stand there, exposed, tensed up, feeling the full weight of the time tab you had run up.
Now that the time has finally expired, now that you have been made to be still – even though admittedly not as comfortable as a bed would have been, we are ready to move on. Your defiance toward being comfy for the designated rest up time, on a soft, warm bed with blankets, pillows and sheets, possibly all your stuffed animal friends you had exchanged by your very failing to meet the bed time for this, much stricter rest up time. Maybe when presented with your bedtime you will start seeing it like the privilege it is and not like some punishment, since you have a better comparison now. To make sure you feel the discomfort you had brought upon yourself you are about to learn a lesson and learn it thoroughly you will.
I look up over My glasses. I look at you, young lady. My eyes are like diamond-covered drills that will not take any resistance from you. I clear My voice and it is thunder to your ears. I lift My left hand use My arm to rest My heavy head on it, the hand playing with My short beard, like I am sunken in a dream.
I start the lecture, to you, My girl and explain to you how much your well being means to Me. I let you know how much attentiveness, care and wisdom goes into the making and maintaining of the rules I am giving you to help you keeping yourself safe, and more to empower you to become successful in your life. I take all the time, and use the lengthy lecture to remind you that I dont do this as a pass time or to get my jollies out, but that I am in fact investing energy, time and effort into your well being, because I respect you very much more, than you do yourself, when you allow yourself to deviate from the path laid out for you.
I remind you with very choice words, that I have weighed carefully as so they convey exactly My sentiment and do not cause any undue harm, words selected to provide you with guidance and structure and help you shape the thoughts as well as resonate with those very emotions that are going to ease your betterment and enduce your (self) improvement in the future long after everything we have to deal with at this time is said and done. I let you know about that structure that now seems like binding and taking away some freedom but isnt nothing different than a safety rope, a parachute or seat-belt – and that the little discomfort will pass once you get used to their existance – but how much they will be a saving grace in case of challenge and adversity.
I am speaking calmly , and I need not raise My voice other but to emphasize the key words I want to be stuck with you after this lecture is over. I dont just deliver a speech. I also conjvey to you how your short coming is not just your personal problem. We are in this together. I have taken you under My wings, and am not just some coach at the side line, more so I am the warrior helping you with the fight in the war zone. I am on the battle ground with you, getting dirty, and your short-comings arent just painful and potentially crippling to you, it pains Me to see you suffer needlessly, when the cure to whatever tripedation you are fighting is at arms reach. Every time you ignore My guidelines, My guidance and are in defiance with My genuine love, care and attention, you are not just putting yourself in harms way, but at the same time one of My protected ones. And I will not be standing idly by, when you harm one of Mine.
I lean back into My heavy office leather chair, but My lips do not smile. My hand in that same maze of a dream like state grabs the pull handle of the third drawer from the top and slides it open, with that slightly shrieky swoosh the thing makes. That peculiar almost amusing estranged sound that now resembles more a sirene. That has you alert and tensed up, even trembling. Had you wished to be elsewhere before you are praying the earth would swallow you whole about right now, but evidently earth wont do you that favor.
My left hand dives into the drawer and produces 4 implements all of which you are not fond of. I walk over the few steps to that less massive, more dreaded punishment table, and arrange it, setting the table and mood for the thorough repentance to come.
(to be continued)
#SpankieMonster #StrictMotivation (c)2017 StrictMotivation@yahoo.com
Once upon a time, in a land behind seven hills and seven seas, there lived a little princess. She was fair and lovely and wonderful. She loved to pick flowers, she loved to color and giggle and she loved all animals, living and stuffies. Like every princess she had trouble remembering all the rules. Why did they have to make all them stupid rules anyway? Dio this, do that, dont do this, dont do that – who is to remeber what to do and what not to do and keep them apart!
One of the princess’ standing orders was to keep hydrated. Well that must be the most stupid rule in the history of the books of rules. If you keep drinking all the water, you will surely swim away. Then they will call you princess duckie or princess hippopotamus, and if worst comes to worserest, you will pee your princess panties, because the water you put in, in the worst moments evar wants to come out. big pout
The princess therefore knew, this rule certainly had to be one of those rules, where the great rulemaker called Sir Meaner must have had erred. He wanted to write “do not drink all the water” certainly, and just forgot that “not” word. How would anyone even think a princess would be able to drink and drink water and not turn into a fish, or worse PrincessPotty!
And so the princess did not drink enough. She didnt meet what in that land where she lived was called “Minimum drinking requirement”
She crossed her arms before her princess chest and broke the sweetest pout so cute, even the sun hid behind a cloud! Now that Sir Meaner must be cray, that is what i say, because only by mean experiment you’d come up with an ugly name like MINIMUM DRINKING REQUIREMENT and to make the point be even more good, the little princess stomped her foot
The earth did quake, the clouds got more. The princess was beturbed. Bunnies, why are you running away?! It is not bed time, just the middle of the day! she protested, but all the bunnies ran away, quickly seeking their homes, and pulled the covers over their heads, in their beds, down in their earth holes.
That was strange. The princess, walked on, not minding the darkness now falling , and the sun hiding. Maybe just a summer storm, nothing to be too afraid. She thought by herself, and lets face it: she was quite brave
She walked past a bee-hive, where all the bees quickly tried to get inside. “Oh lil bees, have you some honey for me?” she asked chirpily. “Bzzzz bzzzzzz bzzzzzzs bzzmzzz bzzz bzzzzzzzzzzzzz! the bees said in unison and quickly hid in the hive. In bee’s language that was a cryptic massage. Something about some monster, that had been called, and to better be good or getting taught!
The princess looked in the sky, and the sun was not to be seen, and the dark clouds frowned and threatened rain. This is so unfair! Even more water! The wells will over-flow and I hate hate hate that! she said, pouted harder and stomped her foot again. She would just go hide in the forest, the trees and bushes would make for an umbrella
The little mushroom, by the trees root looked at her. Princess, it whispered. You should really not be in the forest, with what is coming. There will be a Storm Massively!
thats plain stupid! she protested, enraged and stomped her foot a third time. The tree she hid under, it was a young birch looked at her and scolded. young lady, if I were you I d not stomp that foot a fourth time, not with what you are bringing upon yourself But the princess was now angry for real. Not enough she would get soaking wet from that stupid rain coming down, in heavy wet drops, not enough she had too many rules to follow that made no sense. Her animal friends had abandoned her, and now even the plants in her beloved forest started being meaniepants!. I ll stomp my foot all day and all I wanna! she shouted and stomped again and again and again.
Out of no-where SpankieMonster appeared. It grabbed the poor PoutyPrincess, by her royal ear and pulled it with so much force, she thought she’d pass out. ow ow ow! she protested in vain, but oh goodness, no, what was SpankieMonsters game?
He flipped the princess, all over his knee, and no time later her panties were seen!
He had just flipped up her little skirt, no matter how much she stomped her feet, into the dirt
He shifted her weight, and the feet kicked the air, but that was not all SpankeMonster wanted to share
She got a scolding, about being defiant
told off in great length
she should be just compliant
and if the tedious words
were not bad enough
Spanke Monster yanked down
her panties all rough
The shroomies and trees tried to hide their eyes
but all the world heard the poor girls cries
as SpankieMonster paddled her butt
painting painful rainbows, onto there a lot
Spanked the poor princess’ both lovely cheeks
had her cry water in creeks of hot tears
paddling her buttocks, paddling her thighs
until she was redeemed
in SpankeMonster’s eyes
Then she was marched
held by her arm
and let me tell you
it was a sight with no charm
out through the forest
by the hive of the bees
where queen bee mom said
“girls: that’s why, better well behaved be!”
marched her on the field,
with bunnies all shocked
taught by their parents
marched to the fortress
and its overfilled wells
bent over the wall there
exposed were her welts
On top of her bum
now soaked by the rain
SpankieMonster took a bar
of soap – to add pain
And rubbed it all in
ungently without rush
using the bristles
of a heavy bath-brush
and as you can imagine
I know thats a shock
making foamy bubbles
would not be where it stopped
the day went from bad
to worse and worse still
as the bath-brush did dance
by SpankieMonster’s will
and taught the little princess
a message to be taught
Sir Meaners rules you better
be breaking not!
on your tummy tonight
(c) 2016 StrictMotivation@yahoo.com
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