All in all this kind of punishment is either regarded as a punishment, but later regarded as norm, or regarded as a punishment all the way through. Like I said, speaking from experience, 9 times out of 10, it's enjoyed. When I was growing up my dad caught me and my little brother smoking. His discipline was to put me and him in the fireplace (not lit) for an afternoon. That was a punishment that fit the crime; it was creative; it was humiliating but it wasn't overboard. The shortness of the punishment was the relief valve that is necessary to classify it as a punishment rather than an abuse. She unpinned my outer diaper and removed it once I had lifted myself. Next she unpinned the satin diaper and exposed my mess. She said, “Ooh Baby is really messy, but don’t worry I will clean you up.” My clitty began to get hard and Carolyn said, “Looks like baby just loves being messy.” Aunt Mary interrupted, “Oh, don't worry then Father; I'm sorry we bothered you. I'm sure somehow we'll make do, Happy Thanksgiving.”

No, Mama, don't make me be Eric, Eric was bad, I don't wanna be bad anymore. I wanna be good, even if I am dirty. I tried to clean up, Mama, but I'm still dirty. I'm so scared..." I sat stunned into silence, 'governess', ‘ten-year-old girl’! Surely I had not heard her correctly.

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All finished, sweetheart,” she said, helping to straighten my petticoats as they floated down over my legs. closely that I actually looked just like a girl – the effect was surprising. There was a mirror in the corner of the room, so I could see just how I After being shown the way, Carolyn took me by the hand and led me down the hall to the door marked “Ladies.” Yes, mommy. See you later. Bye, Auntie Kay." He left the room and I heard the front door shut quietly.

In school I knew some things. I was not like the boys and I liked the girl things. My parents divorced and I got replaced as the baby by a brother just before I was 5 and the year I started school. At the house I was shown to my room, a different one from normal. It looked like a large box-room and had several extra items of furniture, including a big old dressing table. When John walked in, all I could see was blood. My blood. He was raping me again, and I was never gonna stop bleeding. When the blood cleared, John had the knife, and was waving it at me.

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Being November, there was an autumn chill in the air, and as they stood in the entrance hall, Carolyn went to fetch her mistress' sable coat. It took forever. It hurt and hurt, and the pain kept going for hours, days, weeks, months... And then he was gone. It still hurt. Without her family in the house (remember that Aunt Mary was recently widowed and her daughter was in college on the East Coast),