I feared that hairbrush so much. Mom kept it in a drawer in the kitchen. When it was out of the drawer I couldn´t look at it. I don´t think i ever held it in my hand. Just felt it on my bare bottom.
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"Truly awesome" was how I felt about touching the spanking yardstick my mother used. I totally relate to your fear of the spanking hairbrush. I call it "the spanking hairbrush" because you said it lived in the kitchen, not a place normally involved in haircare!
