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Our poor little Mandy is laying on her bed. As we can see she looks as though she has been crying. Why don�t we drop in on her and found out what happened?

Sniff! Sniff! You just wouldn�t believe what happened! We better be real quiet though because Mommy is still not happy with me. It all started last night when I was studying for a spelling bee. We have them a lot and usually I win. I am so smart in spelling! Well, at least I was till that new kid came to our class. Her name is Angelica. Isn�t that the stupidest name you ever heard? She thinks she is so �all that� too! She ain�t nothing but a weirdo in a dress! Boy! I bet I could punch her lights out in two seconds if I wanted to! I was going to but I decided I don�t like the principles office that much. Anyway I want to tell you my side of the story.

     On the last Thursday of each month we have to study all the spelling words we learned for that month. There�s about sixty of them too! I know! I know! It�s a lot but I am very smart so it�s not bad for me. I think I have a photographic memory or something! All I do is look them over and I remember every single one. Well almost all of them. Right on up until February I was winning every month. Then SHE came! Last month Angelica beat me by one crummy word. I was so mad! I think I got nervous or something and that�s why I didn�t spell the word right. I remember the word too. It was �adventure�.

      By the way the lucky person who wins doesn�t have to do homework for one night during the month and they can pick whatever night they want. I was picking the night when we had a million tons of homework. You see I have certain shows I love on TV and I just have to watch them! This month I was going to pick next Wednesday because Mrs. Wilson was planning on giving us a short research project and our regular homework.

I was going to watch a movie at 3:30. Then I was going to eat dinner and watch all my shows! It was going to be a great night! I even had a plan to get Lisa back too. She�s my dumb old sister. In our house whoever gets her homework done neatly and first gets to pick a TV program she wants to watch. I wasn�t going to have homework so I pretty much was boss of the TV for the whole night! Boy! Life is not fair sometimes. Anyway I better get back to the story before Mommy sees you and I get another lickin�!

      Thursday night I was studying for the spelling bee. I pretty much knew all the words. Mommy offered to test me but I told her I knew them. I wish I would�ve let her test me. I guess Mommy�s do know some stuff. I am so stubborn sometimes!

I was determined to win this month and so I had to come up with an idea. I sat and thought for a while and finally I had it. It was perfect and I thought I could get away without getting a lickin� to boot! Boy, was I wrong! I have to tell you it was worth every second of that spanking. If you would�ve seen her face you would�ve agreed to.

I went downstairs and told Mommy I felt like doing an art project. Let me back up for a minute and tell you one thing about Angelica. She is a ballet dancer. As you know I think all that �girly� stuff is really disgusting and except for Lisa she is the most sickening girl I know.

I found a white tee shirt and my puffy paints and went to work. When it was all done I drew a fast picture so Mommy would not guess what I was planning to do to Angelica. I put all my things away and went to show Mommy my picture. For some crazy reason grown-ups like to see kids pictures. I think it�s stupid but what do I know? Mommy loved my picture and wanted to hang it on the refrigerator. I begged her not to because if my friends saw it they would tease me for a hundred years. She said she�d hang it in her room. Why do grown-ups think they have to hang every single picture a kid draws? I don�t know either!

I hung the tee shirt on my door with a sweatshirt over it so Mommy wouldn�t see it when she tucked me in. I got myself ready for bed and after Mommy kissed me I fell asleep in two seconds flat.

The next day I woke up and got ready for school. I put the tee shirt on under my sweatshirt. I couldn�t wait to put my plan in action. We always have our spelling bee at the end of the day. I hate waiting but when you are a kid you don�t get a whole lot of choices.

Finally it was time! I was feeling very excited. I just knew I was going to win this one. That girl didn�t have a chance against good old Mandy! We were down to her and me. It was time to put the plan together. I told my teacher I was hot and she said I could take off my sweatshirt. I tried not to laugh as I did it. When the shirt was finally off I turned around so Angelica could see the shirt. She made the maddest face I have ever seen on a kid! I mean it wasn�t that bad. All it said was �Ballet is for Baby Girly Bozos�! The teacher was sitting behind us and I was in front of her so she didn�t see it either. She sure saw Angelica making faces at me and she got yelled at. Boy, it sure did feel good to have somebody else get it for a change!

We were up to the last three words and I knew I had to do something fast. Every time it was her turn I silently mouthed the wrong letters to that word. She kept making faces at me and kept getting yelled at too! It was awesome! I was looking as innocent as a kid could look. Each time she said a letter I pointed to a word on my shirt but I made it look like I was itching something. Boy, I am good at this! The teacher must have seen me do the itch thing and told Angelica to stop spelling. She did. I was wondering why but soon enough I found out. The teacher made me turn to face her and I knew at that moment I was busted! She looked at my shirt and her eyes opened up real wide. She made me go to back to my seat. While I was walking there she told Angelica that she was the winner. I almost fell down dead! I was pretty mad but I thought that was the end of it. Not so!

The teacher wrote my mom a note and put it in a sealed envelope. Those types of notes are never good for a kid�s rear end! I dragged my feet all the way home so I didn�t have to show it to her too fast. I figured the later the better. When I got in my house Mommy asked me how my day was. I started to tell her when she asked me if I had anything I wanted to tell her. I gulped real loud and handed her the note. Mommy told me my teacher had called and told her I was bringing a note home. Man! Teachers don�t play fair! They don�t give you a chance to give the note to your parents!

Mommy and I sat down and I tried to explain to her why I felt I had to do what I did. She didn�t understand at all. She told me I was going to get a spanking for a couple of things. The first thing was making a shirt and hurting Angelica�s feelings. The second thing was for attempting to cheat. I told her I wasn�t cheating and that made her even madder. She gave me a smack on the seat of my jeans and marched me to the corner and had me stand there. Like what was I going to do? Have a tea party or something? I did as she asked because I was hoping good behavior would help!

After about a hundred hours she called me to her. When I turned around I saw she was sitting in a chair and I knew my butt was not going to be happy in about a minute from now. I walked over to her and tried to plead my case for the last time. I think Mommy turns her ears off or something when we give a last minute plea for clemency. Mommy started to lecture and was pulling my jeans and panties down. My toes were scrunching the carpet and my stomach was in knots. I was plain old scared to death!

Mommy put me over her knee and the lickin� began. She has a nasty habit of spanking the same place about five times. Then she trades that place for a different place on my poor innocent behind! Let me tell you it hurts like heck! I think Mommy took a class in how to spank. I bet they called it �Spanking in Ten Easy Lessons�! I bet she got an �A� plus in that class too.

She kept scolding about how awful it was to hurt other peoples� feelings. I wanted to say she was killing my feelings but I figured this was not a good time. Then she started on the cheating thing. By that time she could have said just about anything and I would have agreed to it. After a while I was lying over her lap and crying my eyes out. She stopped. She helped me up and took me in her arms. I cried for a while and she asked me if I wanted my panties up or off. I told her off and she helped me to step out of them and my jeans. She gave me one final hug and told me to go lay down for a while. I practically ran up to my room.

When I got to my room I just had to look at my bottom. It was so red! I sat down real gentle and boy did it sting. I did make a decision about next month�s spelling bee though. I was going to have to be way more creative!