I wasn't an addicted cigarette smoker, but I enjoyed one occasionally.
I bummed one from a school chum, along with a pack of matches, and when I got off the bus, I lit up.
I was still toking it as I turned onto the sidewalk up to the house.
Aunt Kelly was outside, staring at me.
"A CIGARETTE?" she demanded.
"Just ... an occasional one, ma'am.." I said weakly.
"ONE is ONE too many. I don't allow it. Get inside, and strip ... naked!"
I did and she led me to a table, and said, "Bend over."
I did and
"In the corner," she said.
I went, and stood there, for over an hour.
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