Welcome to Bama, Kid.

Yep. . . . . I'm here. We had a rockin' drive in. . . . Jessau19's husband drove. Now, he has this astounding ability to set himself up. . . . he also, fortunately for Jessau19 and I, has a sense of humor. . . . or at least an understanding of girly snarkiness. Man, did we have fun! Now. . . . unfortunetly for me, Twospeed (Jessau19's husband) took a very keen interest in my college paperwork. (Thanks, Jess! *sigh*) I succeeded in very quickly talking myself into a huge hole. . . . I might as well have brought my own personal backhoe. Apparently, Twospeed doesn't take well to "justifications" whether they're valid or not. His phrase of the night was, "So what's the problem?" Heh. The problem? I'll do it in my own damn time, that's the problem. (No, I didn't say that. . . . I was very diplomatic and tactful the entire time. ) However, he wasn't having it. First, he made me clear off this armless chair that was sitting in the living room. . . . I hemmed and hawed for awhile. . . . and then I tried a flat, "No thanks, I'd really rather not." Heh. Apparently, it wasn't a request. I cleared the chair off. . . . (and, as I'm sure you can see, ever so neatly and daintly piled everything that was on it on the coffee table.) He dragged the chair back to my bedroom. . . . and then he requested my presence. Now, I had any number of reasons why I shouldn't have to come with him. . . . and one of my biggest was that I needed a glass of water. However, that facade was quickly put to an end. "Let's go." *sigh* Time to go. . . . I followed him down the hallway to my room, and that freaking armless chair was sitting in the middle of room. . . . he sat down, and he asked me, "What's the deal with the paperwork." *sigh* I curled up on the bed, and we talked for a little while. . . . and then, he called me over. He had me take my pants down, and he pulled me over his knee. . . . Now, Twospeed is pretty darn tall. . . . . almost tall enough that my feet and hands can't touch the floor. (I was about to throw a fit!) However, I was over his knee for an INCREDIBLE amount of time. . . . . and then, he laid me over the bed, and he used a double tongued strap for quite some time. . . . . that wasn't getting enough of a rise out of me, and so he switched to a heavier strap. . . . .yeah, that one hurt. However, I still had some fun stuff to say. . . . Twospeed was laughing at me the entire time he was spanking me. . . . which wasn't fair. What right did he have to laugh, and then spank for the same thing? Eventually, it came to an end. . . . . I bounded to my feet, danced out to the living room, and looked at Jessau19. . . . and she asked a question. . . . a simple question. "Are you ok?" I burst into laughter. I was MORE than ok. . . . and definitely ready for the rest of this trip! Oh yeah!