Gather 'round as I recount a tale from childhood......

Many moons ago...... When I was a wee pup..... I was a troublemaking pup. I constantly was in the principal's office. Usually for fighting. Those who have read previous story time journals, I'm sure that it comes to no surprise to you. But as I was saying I would be in the principal's office frequent. I think I may have had a timeshare in the office myself. So I would make two visits to the principal's office. One for my ADHD medication and the next for usually fighting.

Now..... I had apparently gotten so out of hand and so frequently in trouble. One, it lead to me getting an ADHD diagnosis (coupled with a few other things, of course) and two my grandmother would get tired of coming to the school on such a regular basis to give me a spanking, whoopin', etc. So my family decided that I would get my very own "HAPPY STICK".

I was never happy to see the Happy Stick. My family had signed waivers over to the school giving them license to discipline me when I was in trouble. Which was still pretty often up until I went on to Middle School. I'm surprised that the Happy Stick hadn't broken over the years. But as I had left my school. My presence and reputation was still felt by my younger brother, Blake and two younger cousins, Justin and Michayla, and my cousin who is more like a sister, Ashlee.

Everytime that my family members would get into trouble they would receive the business end of the Happy Stick. Which was about or perhaps more frequently than me. But it is three against one. I did my best to be the worst I could be DAMMIT!!!! So my legacy of troublemaking was felt after I had left. I'm certain that isn't a good thing. But kinda funny.

But as years had past, my mother or grandmother had ran into the principal at the time. They informed them that the Happy Stick was still there in the office. D: I think that it is waiting for me to return on more time. I'm not sure the poor thing can handle my rump these days. The poor thing has probably seen more ass than a whore during a weekend pass.

Disclaimer: This was in the mid 90s to early 00s when corporal punishment was fine and dandy in the state of Georgia. If it wasn't I really don't care. It's a story. If you are butthurt over corporal punishment, I will ignore. I do not wish to express my beliefs on this site on the subject of corporal punishment or anything political really.

This story is meant for the enjoyment of the reader. LAUGH AT MY PAIN DAMMIT!!!!!

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