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| Mandy And The Bubblebath Incident |
You'll never believe the trouble I got into today. It all happened by accident and as usual I am innocent and got spanked anyway! Hmmm! It sure is hard being a kid! If you want to hear about it get comfortable and I'll tell you. Are you ready? Well here we go! I was in the bathroom getting ready for a stupid old bath. Now I ask you, is it really important to get a bath every single night of my life? I mean some of that dirt just might like where it is. Right? Mommy always says "Cleanliness is next to g-dliness". I think Mommy needs to get a life personally! Kids should only have to get a bath when they really stink! And if they do stink, well it's a kid smell so that's ok too! I keep hearing all this stuff about us using up too much stuff. So I think we should start with water. All the kids in the world would be so happy. I know I sure would. Anyway back to the bath. I asked Mommy to put that pink stuff in the water that makes awesome bubbles. I really love it but don't you dare tell Lisa or she'll start calling me a "girly-girl" and then I'll be forced to punch her lights out. So let's keep that our secret. Ok? After Mommy put the stuff in the tub she told me to get my "nasty clothes" in the hamper. I was so mad. My dirt is my dirt! I can't help it if mud and stuff is always making me play in it. I did it but I sure wasn't happy. I think I could wear the same stuff for a couple of days. I like my clothes to feel lived in. And a little dirt does that real well! Just as I was getting my underwear out of the drawer Lisa came into my room. No knock! No nothing! She must think she owns this whole house! She walked over to my bed and sat down. I knew immediately that girl had something up her sleeve. I asked her what she wanted and she said she wanted to keep me company. I hate her! And she hates me! Why would I want that creep's company in my room? I nicely asked her to leave. She just kept sitting there. I was getting mad and that idiot didn't move a muscle. So I did what I had to do. I screamed my head off to get her out. Mommy came charging in my room faster then any human has ever moved before. I sure hope she don't get hurt one of these days. I mean she is old and stuff and old people have to be careful. Mommy asked me why I was screaming. I told her that "the thing" was in my room and I surely don't like "things" in my room. Mommy told me to talk nice about my sister. How can I talk nice about her? She is the most annoying girl in the world. She's almost perfect and that makes me sick! She even gets "A"s on her report card! Now if that isn't sick I don't know what is! Anyway I decided to be sort of nice and I asked her to leave. She told mommy that I don't own this house either and we can be anywhere we want to in the house. Mommy gave her the "death ray" look and she scooted out of my room real fast. I ran to the bathroom to get in the tub before the water got too cold. By the time I got there the bubbles were in bad shape. Like almost gone! I asked mommy to put more in and she poured a little bit in. I figured that the tub would get all bubbly again. Wrong! Mommy turned the water off after the bubbles came back to life a little. She asked me if it was ok if she and the "thing" went downstairs to finish its homework. Well she didn't exactly call her the thing but you know what I mean. I got in the tub and I was soaking for a little while. I figure if I have to be here I might as well enjoy it! I really like lots and lots of bubbles and this was just no fun at all. I got the pink stuff off the shelf and turned the water back on. I poured in the whole box cause I figured if a little is good.. a whole lot will be perfect! After I saw the bubbles were getting a whole lot better I realized I left my tub stuff in my room. I need a lot of toys when I am in the tub. I get bored fast and I have to have stuff to do in there. I got some of my stuff. I couldn't find my soldier guys. I knew I put them in my drawer but they just weren't there. I had to look under stuff and on top of stuff and even in my very messy closet. No soldiers! Now this was a problem. I just can't take a bath unless I have my soldiers! I kept on looking and looking. Soon I started to hear water dripping but I figured mommy was washing something. I didn't pay any attention to it and just kept looking. After a while I gave up the search and decided to get back in the tub. I went into the bathroom and there were bubbles everywhere. I mean everywhere. The tub was full of them! I couldn't even find the faucet. I knew at that moment I was dead meat. Mommy hates when me and Lisa decide to take things in our own hands I had to though cause I really needed those bubbles. Mommy must have known something was wrong cause she yelled up to me if I was ok. Of course I wasn't ok but I wasn't going to let her know that. I put on my brave voice and yelled down that I was fine. I kept trying to get to the faucet. We have one of those old tubs that stand on these big old claws. They are very tall and so I couldn't reach the thing to turn it off. I was determined that I was not going to ask for help. I am eight after all! After a little while the water was really coming out of the tub fast I got all the towels and tried to stuff them in the faucet. The water just kept coming and coming! I was starting to get scared but I still didn't yell forhelp. I figured mommy would be so proud of me that I handled this all by myself. Meanwhile downstairs in the kitchen………. Mommy and Lisa were doing her homework. Mommy kept reaching up because she kept feeling wetness drip every so often. Lisa just kept doing her homework. Out of nowhere a piece of the ceiling fell on the table! Splattttttt!!! Mommy and Lisa jumped away from the table. She told Lisa to get into the other room. For once in Lisa's life she listened without a fuss. Mommy ran up the steps. I was standing there naked as could be with a zillion towels in my hands trying to stop that darn water from coming. Mommy shut the water off and grabbed all the towels out of my hands. I knew she was mad because she didn't say one word to me. She saw the empty bubble stuff box on the top of the toilet and I knew at that moment I was history. She sort of yanked me in the tub and washed me. I was not happy but I never argue with a crazy woman. After my bath she sent me to my room. The scary thing was she did this all without words. I practically ran and got in my pj's real fast. After the mess was cleaned up she came into my room. I was ready for her! I figured I would explain to her that I needed to have all the bubbles and as a woman she would understand. I am so dumb sometimes! She didn't understand at all! She told me I needed a spanking to help me understand that kids don't touch things they don't know how to control. As soon as she said that "s" word I fell into my super special dead faint. Mommy was not impressed! She picked me up and carried me over to my bed. I knew my butt was not going to be happy in a very short time! Mommy stood me up and whipped my pj's down faster then anything you ever saw in your life. I knew I was in deep dookey so I pulled out my best defense. I cried! Mommy told me to save those tears cause I was going to need them in about three seconds. This was not good! I tried pleading insanity but mommy doesn't listen well to naughty kids. She just knew she had a job to do and by gum she was going to do it! She pulled me over her lap and as they say …..the games began! Smack to the left! Wham to the right! Slam to the middle! I want you to know I kicked and cried and carried on like she was killing me. I figured if I yell loud enough she'll stop sooner. Boy was I wrong! After a good long while when I felt like a roasted marshmallow she stopped. I was crying my poor little heart out. Mommy picked me up and she hugged me and told me how much she loves me and hates to spank. For a lady that hates to spank she sure does a darn good job! I stopped crying and she put me to bed. I can honestly tell you I am never ever taking another bubble bath as long as I live! Do you blame me?? |