My Sister


by Anonymous

I read another MMSA Stories story today and it was excellent. It reminded me of the unfairness of the way my sister and I were dealt with when we were growing up. I wonder how common this way of bringing up baoys and girls is. Perhaps others will join in and let us all know.

When I was 9 and my sister was 6, my parents divorced and vey soon after that my mother moved in with the man who was to become our new dad. We moved to another country soon after that and I do not remember my real dad at all.

Although I had a reasonably happy upbringing with my new dad, in matters of discipline it was far from that. It was not until I was a lot older that I realised the truth behind his 'discipline'. My sister and I were good looking children (average height but slim and active kids)and he had probably taken that into account when he married our mum.

from the beginning I learned that I was not to complain to mum about what dad did to me. I was made to believe that it would upset her and I did not want ''to upset your mother...do you simon?'' I also knew that mum was aware of what happened and therefore she had given her agreement.

At first I was taken to dad's bedroom and undressed before clibimng over his knees. All I can remember in the early days was how much it hurt and how much I cried before he took me over to the full length mirror and I saw my bottom through the tear stains. My sister was taken to her room, given a lecture and had to stay there until dad or mum told me to fetch her. She was never spanked. I was spanked whenever I did the slightest thing wrong. Sure I got a lecture but always got a sore bottom as well. I remenber resenting my sister who always got let off. When I was 11 dad shoed me his stick and told me that I would be getting it after that. Now the routine was, to his room, bending over the bed and waiting for him to pull down my underpants. I had to be waiting for this before he got up to the room. The stick was kept in his closet. That stick hurt like hell. I screamed when I got it which was every other week or so. Now, looking back I think dad timed my whackigs (as they were known) to be regular. He always found a reason to justify the punishment, even if it was just the way I had spoken to him.

After getting some whacks with the stick he always lifted me over his knee to spank me with his hand, or a short strap that he had made for using on me. Then it was over to the mirror again and showing me my naughty red and sore bottom.

Dad always bathed (or took me to the shower after I turned 11)and I had to wash in front of him. He must have enjoyed watching the water cascade over my sore buttocks and would tell me to put more soap between my legs and on my bottom so that he could watch me massaging my red butt. After I turned 14 the whackings stopped. I guess he lost interest then.

My sister never got punished by dad as far as I know but she heard me crying loudly every time dad punished me. We are in our 40's now and have never discussed it.


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