Ditzy Debbie
© Mom
(Prologue)
Debbie is my real life daughter; her story begins here at the age
of twenty. However, I have six children so it would be impossible to remember
her exact age at each incident.
She was also adopted at a later age than most, so our ages are not
all that far apart, which explains the ease in which we talk to each other.
Today I am 41 and she is 28, she still lives with the same Dom she had when
it began.
She is a very small woman a whopping 5 ft tall and probably about
75 pounds in weight. She still lies, and still gets herself into some real
jams. But, these are the ones I was around for, so it is easier to write
about them.
I have only seen her spanked once, but have heard them and seen the
results on many occasions.
Anyway,.on with the story.
Ditzy Debbie Stories
(Learning not to mess with John)
My daughter Debbie is a lovely girl that has a horrible problem with
lying. Not only does she lie, she can't remember what she lies about. This
would be the single reason she spends more time counting fur balls on the
carpet then she does changing clothes.
This particular time she had used John's family as an excuse to
her landlord for not paying rent. This included telling the woman I had died,
which eventually almost gave the woman heart failure, when she knocked on
my front door to pass on condolences and I answered the door.
John was a patient man; he had rarely spanked the boys and never
the girls while they were growing up. But Debbie changed all that with one
set of lies. He called me the morning after we found out and said he wanted
to see "Deborah Ann" as soon as he got home. He also said I might want to
leave when he got there.
I have never been able to stomach watching someone else get spanked.
Especially not my children, so on the rare occasion when John did spank,
I left the house. So, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what
he intended to do.
Me being "the good little wifey" and a little ticked at the length
that Debbie had taken her latest game, invited my daughter over for coffee.
Oh yeah, about 15 minutes before John was to arrive home. She had no idea
what was fixin to happen, but the rest of us did, and all you seen when John
walked in the front door was everyone leaving the house by the fastest means
possible.
I had forgotten to grab a couple of important things, like shoes
and a coat. So I was stuck on the back porch with Samantha my other daughter,
and Debbie's boyfriend Willie. I kept saying, he won't do this he will just
yell at her and it will all be over. So when I heard his voice BOOM which
is uncommon for John who was soft spoken. I knew it wasn't good.
Next thing we hear was a series of slaps and in between a lot of
scolding. But as in all spankings pretty soon all we heard was a lot of slapping,
and a lot of crying. After an eternity (I bet it seemed longer to her) it
finally stopped. I was nearly in tears by this time, but had to laugh when
her boyfriend (and eventually her Dom) said, "Well, hell if this stops her
from lying all the damned time I may have to try it myself"!
I am not sure how she got out of the house that night, because I
didn't see her for a few days and when I did she didn't say a word. Neither
did John come to think of it. However, it was the last time Debbie ever pulled
John into one of her schemes or lies.
I would like to say that is the last time my adorable daughter got
spanked, but there IS a reason this is a Ditzy Debbie series!
Written with love by,
Mom
The Story Continues