Note: This autobiographical account was written by Courtney, who's modeled for me a few times before.

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I told him I'd be back the next Friday. Or like. Every day. He wanted to agree with my prediction, but after struggling with himself for a while he said his wife would be pissed about that or something. What a bitch, right? How could he have even married someone like that?

Anywho, I didn't get any more spankings from him. But I got plenty of others that summer, since like, I wasn't too much of a pussy to ask for them from whoever. Started giving them too. Found out I was pretty good at that.

Soooooooo, what's the moral of all this? It has three morals, really. First, propriety is a lie and shame causes cancer, don't think about or feel either of them. Second, be the change you want to see in the world. Third, want the change you see in the world to be it filling up with fat-assed sluts. Follow the wisdom of Courtney's three rules, and you'll win the lottery or something.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.~