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Disciplining my teenage niece; your thoughts and prayers welcomed!
She actually is my ex daughter-in-law, while she keeps calling me “unclie”.
Her mother - my ex-wife’s older sister - lost her elderly, well-off husband way too soon. He died from heart stroke while performing his Christian duty (as per Genesis 1:28, Genesis 2:24, etc.). Some might call her life-style frivolous; unfortunately, God has cursed her by excessive “drive” (in terms of Ezekiel 23:19-20). On the other side, she’s very generous and forthcoming - in her own way. Anyway, I was offering some consolation to a poor woman after her loss. Later I even tried to substitute fatherly figure to her daughter. And no, I’m NOT her biological father - timing doesn’t match at all!
I KNOW that I failed as a Christian (as per Proverbs 22:15, Hebrews 12:6); I’m praying to God for forgiveness and strength.
I was trying to provide moral guidelines to her, but I was too weak. She was such a sweet child, even after she turned into a wild one – unfortunately, she has her mother’s nature… and stature by now. At her 18 she looks anything but childish.
I wasn’t strict enough. I should’ve used a rod (as per Proverbs 22:15) instead of my bare hand – I thought that would do, but apparently it didn’t; even worse. She started openly defying my authority, dressing and behaving inappropriately in front of me – wearing parts of her mother’s not-overly-decent wardrobe, including excessive high heels. At first I thought that’s just a sign of youthful defiance, alas...
Recently, I even tried to keep myself away from her; but SHE called me and asked with acted innocent voice “Unclie, don’t you care for your favorite niece anymore?” – like she was provoking me! I said to myself “That’s it; I’m going to teach her a lesson!”
The whole ordeal reminds me on Genesis 19:32-34 and especially on Genesis 38:15-16 When Judah saw her, he thought her [to be] an harlot; because she had covered her face. And he turned unto her by the way, and said, Go to, I pray thee, let me come in unto thee; for he knew not that she [was] his daughter in law. And she said, What wilt thou give me, that thou mayest come in unto me?
She was expecting me dressed like a harlot – high heels and a stretchy dress that was barely covering her bubbly behind. She moaned “I wuz a bad, baaaad girl. I deserve to be punished, unclie!” From this point on everything was like in a blur; I don’t know how I got her bent over my knees, but she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her dress – for shame! I lost control; I stared punishing her really hard. Oh yes, she started to groan – not giggling as usually – but, unfortunately, not out of pain alone. Finally, I … had an “issue” (in terms of Ezekiel 23:20) without touching myself, I swear!
I felt lost while she looked at me with a blissful expression on her face and said: “Unclie, don’t be sad, please; you did what you had to do. Oh look… you did a naughty thing down here! Me too!” Then she smirked at me and walked away. Just like that.
The moral of this story should be: If you’d hit it, hit it hard ON TIME - before it’s too late.
Pray for my soul, brothers and sisters, please. Yours advices are welcomed as well.
YiC
Dan
Her mother - my ex-wife’s older sister - lost her elderly, well-off husband way too soon. He died from heart stroke while performing his Christian duty (as per Genesis 1:28, Genesis 2:24, etc.). Some might call her life-style frivolous; unfortunately, God has cursed her by excessive “drive” (in terms of Ezekiel 23:19-20). On the other side, she’s very generous and forthcoming - in her own way. Anyway, I was offering some consolation to a poor woman after her loss. Later I even tried to substitute fatherly figure to her daughter. And no, I’m NOT her biological father - timing doesn’t match at all!
I KNOW that I failed as a Christian (as per Proverbs 22:15, Hebrews 12:6); I’m praying to God for forgiveness and strength.
I was trying to provide moral guidelines to her, but I was too weak. She was such a sweet child, even after she turned into a wild one – unfortunately, she has her mother’s nature… and stature by now. At her 18 she looks anything but childish.
I wasn’t strict enough. I should’ve used a rod (as per Proverbs 22:15) instead of my bare hand – I thought that would do, but apparently it didn’t; even worse. She started openly defying my authority, dressing and behaving inappropriately in front of me – wearing parts of her mother’s not-overly-decent wardrobe, including excessive high heels. At first I thought that’s just a sign of youthful defiance, alas...
Recently, I even tried to keep myself away from her; but SHE called me and asked with acted innocent voice “Unclie, don’t you care for your favorite niece anymore?” – like she was provoking me! I said to myself “That’s it; I’m going to teach her a lesson!”
The whole ordeal reminds me on Genesis 19:32-34 and especially on Genesis 38:15-16 When Judah saw her, he thought her [to be] an harlot; because she had covered her face. And he turned unto her by the way, and said, Go to, I pray thee, let me come in unto thee; for he knew not that she [was] his daughter in law. And she said, What wilt thou give me, that thou mayest come in unto me?
She was expecting me dressed like a harlot – high heels and a stretchy dress that was barely covering her bubbly behind. She moaned “I wuz a bad, baaaad girl. I deserve to be punished, unclie!” From this point on everything was like in a blur; I don’t know how I got her bent over my knees, but she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her dress – for shame! I lost control; I stared punishing her really hard. Oh yes, she started to groan – not giggling as usually – but, unfortunately, not out of pain alone. Finally, I … had an “issue” (in terms of Ezekiel 23:20) without touching myself, I swear!
I felt lost while she looked at me with a blissful expression on her face and said: “Unclie, don’t be sad, please; you did what you had to do. Oh look… you did a naughty thing down here! Me too!” Then she smirked at me and walked away. Just like that.
The moral of this story should be: If you’d hit it, hit it hard ON TIME - before it’s too late.
Pray for my soul, brothers and sisters, please. Yours advices are welcomed as well.
YiC
Dan
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