True Britt
by Britt Ekland
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Several times, I collected a spanking from my father
because of my rebellious nature. Once for playing among the logs
in the wood cellars from which we were barred because of the dirt
and the danger.
Whenever I had worn lipstick or make-up my father had
ordered me to wash it off immediately, but when I peroxided my
hair at a friend`s home I knew that it could not be washed out. I
just had to face the music.
My mother, as well as my father, was aghast, but there
was nothing they could do about this. I had become a blonde - and
a defiant blonde I stayed.
My father did not accept defeat easily. When I dared to
stay out until the early hours with successful end-of-term pupils
who had gained their `white hats`, which in Sweden signify a
student`s graduation, he thrashed me.