Ok- so for those of you who are getting to know me, you'll see I used the term Chicken Tenders for fun, playful spankings and 'attention'. Unfortunately, when I get smart mouthed or defy Daddy, the chicken tenders are converted to Rump Roast. Yes.... Nikki got what she wanted--- ME in trouble. Ok, I kindof brought it on myself (chalk it up to a moment of insanity), but I made a rather insincere and half-heartedly apology to my sister following Daddy's order. Dumb dumb dumb- I didn't think he would immediately check on the response. I dot my little butt hauled to the spanking chair, went OTK bare bottomed and received a rather heated lecture via my back end to be nice and not so rebellious. I swear, the man has a hand like wooden board- I HATE it. So yes, my friends, I now sit here on well roasted, unhappy chicken tenders that need some SERIOUS marinade (rubs). But I'm not allowed.....
I'm sorry, Nikki. I won't try to get you in trouble anymore. (For a while anyway). Luvs- Bree-Bree
For once I was spared! Yes! Sorry Bree Bree. Love you but you have had this coming for awhile.
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