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Ester wore long skirts and dresses to school every day, that nearly covered her ankles. Pull your skirt off, and lay over the chair. Her life would seem shocking to so many of the people I know now.
It takes two to fight. Bottoms were bared, panties came down.
She was on the end of the Alto section, with the women who could not reach soprano vocals. Her facial expressions were relaxed. No one will whip him. But he should also get a spanking. But to those I grew up around, it was certainly out of the ordinary, but not unbelievable. They proceeded to have an argument. Finally, as the arguing became so intense, the mother gave up telling them to be quiet. He will probably go to hell. She could have been seriously injured.
They came back out and d watching the TV program, sore but willing to contain their frustration with one another. Ester stood in the corner, desperately regretting what she had done in a fit of anger.
In addition, she had a great figure. They were left in the room until they could agree to get along. Her father wore nothing but white or lightly color button down shirts. Her knees had knocked together with fear. Just be lucky your not getting the paddle.
The first thing Mrs. Fassbinder pulled from her purse was a small, rolled up poster of the ten commandments. The drive had enabled her mother to calm down.
You girls know what these are. Her mother had gotten in the car and driven away. She had returned in ten minutes.
She walked into the house no longer in a frightened rage. She proceeded to tell me the story of how a few weeks ago, she and her sister had been watching television with their mother. We were after all, seventh graders, not toddlers.
She tried to stand up, but her mother pushed her back down on the chair. Her face was cute, smiley, and charming. In desperation, Ester lost control of herself. Both cried. I got to know Ester as I sat next to her in the school choir. They lived in extreme poverty, beyond nearly anyone else in my home town. It was wooden, varnished, and thick.
Both her mother and father had been expelled from an Amish order as young adults. Finally the phone was hung up. I could call the police right now, and they would take you away. Poor John. If you keep back talking you will.
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Her father was a part-time minister, and perhaps his obsession with religion was what barred him from finding any full time work. When the mother had been informed, she had panicked. Do not move from the corner. When it finished, Ester was sent to her room. When my mom and dad were growing up, they paddled kids in school, but not anymore. She spoke these words with calm, almost as if she were watching a television program. She forced Ester to stand in the corner, while she called up the minister.
I was somewhat shocked at her sympathizing with someone committing the cardinal sin of smoking cigarettes. Now, they clung to a conservative form of fundamentalist Baptist Christianity in order to hold on to their heritage. Her mother did the same. I learned a whole lot about her.
She and her sister, again, had been in argument. Her hair was always in a bun. The pain was intense.
Her whole body jolted as the wood came down on her, time and time again. Ester obeyed.
It will hang in the Kitchen, next to the ten commandments. She ordered them both to the bedroom they shared, and took them across her knee. Perhaps the fact that I was somewhat of a social outcast, though for different reasons than her, contributed to the developing friendship between us. I want to get a good swing.
The swats struck her as if she were being hit by lightening. She would come in and show me a Christian paperback novel that cost 4. She also wore glasses, cheap glasses, that were held together with pieces of scotch tape. On another occasion she informed me that the worst spanking she ever received was as a third grader.
You earned this! I found it somewhat shocking, but it made sense.
She laughed. She was not overweight by any means. Her mother continued to rain the blows down on her daughter who moaned and screamed. Your sister will be watching. Both sisters gulped. Her eyes seemed to have a positive glow in them all the time. She sobbed and lay on her bed.
Ester had long, thick brown hair, which she never wore down, but always up in a pony tail, or a bun, or something. Ester told me about how her father and mother were both ex-Amish. The topic of spanking first came up with Ester on a day when another student was caught smoking, and suspended. Ester had d her terrified activity of panicking as she stood in the corner. As a result, conversations between us were inevitable. She came from a very different world than, though. She sat down at the kitchen table across from her two daughters.
No emotion seemed to a pass through her as she spoke words about belt whippings and hellfire. I knew Ester when I was in the seventh grade, in my small, rural, Midwest town. It boomed and popped like a violent thunderstorm.
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