Why I'm an ignorant, horny slut

Fall is here, and the holidays are fast approaching, less than 2 weeks until Thanksgiving in fact. One of the symbols of the harvest is the Horn of Plenty, also known as a cornucopia. In my house, we were familiar with this classical symbol of abundance because my mother had created a large ceramic statue of the horn in her 70's ceramics class. That statue was responsible for the term "Horn of Plenty" entering my vocabulary as a young child.

When I was in first grade, my two older sisters and one of my brothers were talking one day and they used the word "horny." I asked them what it meant, and they all started cracking up. I felt stupid for asking. I suspected it had to do with the horn of plenty, but I wasn't sure. "Go ask Mom and Dad," they said. I detected there was some mocking and a dare behind this demand, but drawing on my stellar vocab skills, I was positive that "horny" was somehow related to the horn of plenty... So i confidently marched into my parents room and asked, "Dad, what does horny mean?" Both my mom and dad yelled something, which I can't recall, and immediately I was hit on my ass as a punishment. This was my first and only spanking that I recall from my childhood.


This is not, I repeat NOT, a symbol for sexual arousal

It strikes me as very strange now, because my Dad never had a bad temper and I'd never seen him spank any of the 6 kids. Ironic, that a father of six would react so impulsively and violently to the very word that inspired his unplanned, large family, isn't it?

I'm not a fan of hitting kids, no matter what way you slice it. Parents who physically discipline their children, in my opinion, are inept. In my case, my Dad didn't set much of an example for encouraging innocent curiosity. I ran out of the room crying, humiliated and angry. I was shocked that my Dad just hit me, but mostly I felt ripped off because my brother and sisters had put me up to it. And all because of a vocabulary mix up and a tacky holiday decoration. Perhaps this is a story that I will fondly recall this Thanksgiving while my family sits around the table, enjoying the annual festive meal. Nothing say "togetherness" like a good familial spanking story.