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REAL LIFE STORY FROM MY DOCTOR [ part 2 ] The next week I was waiting for Dr.F in the examination room sitting on the exam table. She came in and sat on the little stool and started the exam. Avoiding eye contact she started talking. "I took your advice. I went to my father and thanked him for raising me the way he did." I asked, "And?" "He cried. He was touched and happy. The experience was very cathartic. We really bonded. Thank you." I was happy that I helped someone. "Remember that scenario you presented last week? It was as if you were reading my mind. The one and only time I got the belt was for exactly the same story. Well almost exactly, it wasn't mid-term but I did have to study for two tests that were scheduled for Monday. However the parents of a friend of mine had to leave town to attend a funeral and my friend thought that he'd have a party while they were away. I was thirteen at the time and was a bit rebellious. Once the plans had been made I thought I'd be able to out smart my folks and attend the party. It was Friday night about 8:30 when I got up from the table where I was studying, stretched and faked a yawn. I told my folks that I was tired and would go to bed early. I went up stairs and put some pillows under the covers to look like I was asleep. I changed into an outfit that I knew daddy would hate, a little mini skirt with a shirt that left my midriff bare. I crawled out the window and started to climb down the trellis. About six feet from the ground I heard a smack and suddenly my butt exploded in pain. SMACK another explosion on my butt. My legs were dangling while I held on to the wooden lattice. SMACK again with the pain. My brain was confused, I had climbed down before and I never experienced pain. I let go and fell the six feet to the ground. I looked up and saw daddy swinging that big black belt. Since I was sitting on my tush he couldn't hit me there, no matter, WHACK right across the legs. "Get in the house!" he yelled." "Whap,whack,smack, pop,slap the belt rained down leather as it hit me. I scrambled to get up but instead of running inside the house, I ran the other way. Now I wasn't thinking to clearly since I was in the back yard I ran right to the six foot wooden fence." "Daddy grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to a tree with a low hanging branch. While he was holding me by a hank of hair with one hand, he took off his tie with the other. He grabbed my hand and tied it with his silk tie." "He did the same with my other hand. There wasn't all that much left to the necktie but he managed to lift me while he wrapped the remainder around the branch. He pulled my skirt and panties down and off. There I swung naked from the waist down. He then let me have it." "WHAM! The belt landed across my thighs and I screeched. I know the neighbors heard cause I saw their lights go on." "Daddy must have hit me twenty times when the branch broke, that didn't stop daddy. He just kept swinging that cursed belt." "I managed to get my hands lose and scrambled away from him. I now ran to the house looking for sanctuary." "GET TO YOUR ROOM! Daddy yelled, while still swinging that belt." "I ran up the stairs while he swung that belt. It landed between my legs, the pain made me dizzy." "I ran into my room with daddy right behind me. I ran to a corner and tried to cover my head with my arms." "Daddy grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the bed and practically threw me across the mattress." " I was lying on my tummy and the leather rain began again." "Whap, smack, smack, slap." "The pain was all over my body. I hurt all over, every strike sent new pain shooting throughout every nerve in my body." "Daddy kept hitting me until his arm got tired. Daddy left me there crying and walked out." "I don't know how long I lay there crying but after I stopped and just sobbed and hiccuped, daddy walked in and said, "If you ever try and lie to me again you'll get that again every night for a week." "I had brusies for a month." She became quiet for a while, then took a deep breath and said," To this day I can't figure out how he knew." I chuckled and said; "Think about it, what would you think a thirteen year old girl would do on a Friday night at 8:30. Do you really believe she'd be going to bed?" |