Real Stories - May 2005

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Fridays were the worst for me. My discipline usually began immediately upon our arrival home after an evening out. When Anna was in her worst humor, if we drove to her eating and drinking establishment of choice, she would slap my face repeatedly in the car after I had parked, so I would be noticeably reddened as we walked from the parking garage to her condo across the street. After we entered the building, if no neighbors were present, she would lead me by my hair or necktie to the front door, and upon entering her unit, either demand that I strip in the entrance foyer, or grab the scruff of my neck and march me to an overstuffed easy chair in her living room. In her most aggressive moods, she would literally throw me over the chair, and return from a brief visit to the master closet armed with both a 36" cane and the 24" paddle she called her board of education.