true britt
by britt ekland
pages 10/11
several times, i collected a spanking from my father because
of my rebellious nature. once for playing among the logs in the
wood cellars from which we were barred because of the dirt and
the danger.
whenever i had worn lipstick or make-up my father had ordered
me to wash it off immediately, but when i peroxided my hair at a
friend`s home i knew that it could not be washed out. i just had
to face the music.
my mother, as well as my father, was aghast, but there was
nothing they could do about this. i had become a blonde - and a
defiant blonde i stayed.
my father did not accept defeat easily. when i dared to stay
out until the early hours with successful end-of-term pupils who
had gained their `white hats`, which in sweden signify a
student`s graduation, he thrashed me.