teasing. "I will treat you just as I would any of my daughters, and I do not put up with female attitude, either. You've been warned, and this is the only warning I'll give." He got to his feet and smiled at her. "Welcome to the family, Molly Henderson." He came around the table, leaned down, and kissed her on the top of the head. "We are delighted to have you here, Molly. My sweet Mary and I are sad that so many of our children are leaving us... And having you here will be a blessing." He looked at Mary and said, "Is there anything you require of me this afternoon, darling?"
"Only one thing, dear. I managed to get the duster thingy stuck on the chandelier in the dining room. Could you unstick it? It looks ridiculous up there!" she said, giggling.
"Well, if that is all I need to do to make you happy, Mary, I'll gladly do it, and then I'm going down to my workshop for a while and work on my project." He pulled her from her chair and turned her around and gave her a playful pat on the bottom. "Lead me to that ridiculous chandelier, young lady."
"Was your father threatening to spank me if I'm late getting home from work and forget to call?" Molly whispered to Michael.
"He'll scold you," Michael answered. "He probably won't resort to spanking unless you scare the daylights out of Ma. Sassing Ma, backtalk, cursing, temper tantrums; Pa would spank you in an instant. Of course, I can't see you treating Ma like that. You're a grown woman, and it is easy to see that you already like Ma and respect her." He paused and then said, "Molly, I wouldn't have brought you home to my family if I didn't know for a fact that you were a good, decent person. If the situation was reversed, and Natalie was the one who needed help, I would have deposited her on the doorstep of an agency. Pop would have blistered her and soaped her mouth within two minutes of meeting her." He grinned, "Not that I would have minded seeing that!" He reached out to touch her cheek. "I love my family and would never bring someone into their home who wasn't special and you are very special."
"Oh Michael... I hope I am everything you think I am. I don't know how to be in a family," she whispered. "I don't want to disappoint you."
"I don't want to disappoint you, either," he admitted, clearly surprising her. "Hey, I'm human, too. You're special. You matter. What you think matters. I don't go around spanking just anyone."
"Your Father said he spanked your Mom when they first met... Do you know the story?" she asked, trying to make sense of these men who believed in spanking grown women. It seemed that they equated spanking with love, but it was difficult for her to grasp that concept.
"The entire family knows the story," he said, shaking his head. "I guess Ma was a bit of a firecracker when she was young. Pop was really young, about twenty-one, and working construction. They were putting a roof on a house, and got started really early in the morning. Ma was in her senior year of high school, and she didn't appreciate the hammering next door on a Saturday morning when she wanted to sleep in. She opened the window and started yelling at them, and her language was pretty blue. Pop told her she was too pretty to talk like that. She gave him even more sass, and when they kept right on hammering, Ma lost her temper and decided to fix them. She got dressed, went outside, and started throwing eggs at Pop's old pick-up. He yelled at her to stop; she ignored him. He came down the ladder, and she threw an egg at him, and it smashed on his shirt. He was really mad then; she tried to run, but he caught her, knelt down right there in her front yard and spanked the sass out of her. He then made her wash his truck. But she started feeling feisty again and was mad because he treated her like a child. She turned the hose on him, soaked him, and the other guys on the crew were laughing, which only made him angrier. Ma tried to run again, but he caught her, and after soaking her with the
"Only one thing, dear. I managed to get the duster thingy stuck on the chandelier in the dining room. Could you unstick it? It looks ridiculous up there!" she said, giggling.
"Well, if that is all I need to do to make you happy, Mary, I'll gladly do it, and then I'm going down to my workshop for a while and work on my project." He pulled her from her chair and turned her around and gave her a playful pat on the bottom. "Lead me to that ridiculous chandelier, young lady."
"Was your father threatening to spank me if I'm late getting home from work and forget to call?" Molly whispered to Michael.
"He'll scold you," Michael answered. "He probably won't resort to spanking unless you scare the daylights out of Ma. Sassing Ma, backtalk, cursing, temper tantrums; Pa would spank you in an instant. Of course, I can't see you treating Ma like that. You're a grown woman, and it is easy to see that you already like Ma and respect her." He paused and then said, "Molly, I wouldn't have brought you home to my family if I didn't know for a fact that you were a good, decent person. If the situation was reversed, and Natalie was the one who needed help, I would have deposited her on the doorstep of an agency. Pop would have blistered her and soaped her mouth within two minutes of meeting her." He grinned, "Not that I would have minded seeing that!" He reached out to touch her cheek. "I love my family and would never bring someone into their home who wasn't special and you are very special."
"Oh Michael... I hope I am everything you think I am. I don't know how to be in a family," she whispered. "I don't want to disappoint you."
"I don't want to disappoint you, either," he admitted, clearly surprising her. "Hey, I'm human, too. You're special. You matter. What you think matters. I don't go around spanking just anyone."
"Your Father said he spanked your Mom when they first met... Do you know the story?" she asked, trying to make sense of these men who believed in spanking grown women. It seemed that they equated spanking with love, but it was difficult for her to grasp that concept.
"The entire family knows the story," he said, shaking his head. "I guess Ma was a bit of a firecracker when she was young. Pop was really young, about twenty-one, and working construction. They were putting a roof on a house, and got started really early in the morning. Ma was in her senior year of high school, and she didn't appreciate the hammering next door on a Saturday morning when she wanted to sleep in. She opened the window and started yelling at them, and her language was pretty blue. Pop told her she was too pretty to talk like that. She gave him even more sass, and when they kept right on hammering, Ma lost her temper and decided to fix them. She got dressed, went outside, and started throwing eggs at Pop's old pick-up. He yelled at her to stop; she ignored him. He came down the ladder, and she threw an egg at him, and it smashed on his shirt. He was really mad then; she tried to run, but he caught her, knelt down right there in her front yard and spanked the sass out of her. He then made her wash his truck. But she started feeling feisty again and was mad because he treated her like a child. She turned the hose on him, soaked him, and the other guys on the crew were laughing, which only made him angrier. Ma tried to run again, but he caught her, and after soaking her with the
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