Several times, I collected a spanking from my father
because of my rebellious nature. Once for playing
among the logs in the wood cellars from which we were
barred because of the dirt and the danger.
Whenever I had worn lipstick or make-up my father had
ordered me to wash it off immediately, but when I
peroxide my hair at a friend's home I knew that it
could not be washed out. I just had to face the music.
My mother, as well as my father, was aghast, but there
was nothing they could do about this. I had become a
blonde - and a defiant blonde I stayed.
My father did not accept defeat easily. When I dared
to stay out until the early hours with successful
end-of-term pupils who had gained their `white hats`,
which in Sweden signify a student's graduation, he put
me over his knee and spanked me soundly..
