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Date Posted: 10:53:48 12/11/24 Wed
Hi everyone, I’m Zoe
I’ve only discovered this forum in the last week or so and I’ve loved reading about everybody’s stories and experiences
I thought I’d share one of my own. (Well, one of my twin sister’s anyway)
I grew up as a teenager in the 90s with a lot of rules. Strict parents. Like, really strict. My dad, especially, is… old-fashioned, I guess. The kind of guy who really believes in discipline. I’m not saying it’s cruel or undeserved, but that’s just how things had always been in our house. It’s hard to explain without sounding like I’m complaining, if I’m being honest. Mum was definitely strict too, but much less so than dad.
So here’s what happened to my sister Olivia when we were 15 years old. It’s been stuck in my mind ever since. Olivia has always been… well, she’s different from me. Despite us being identical twins, the one major physical difference between us is that she only has one arm. She had her left arm amputated above the elbow following a horrible car accident riding in a family friend’s car when we were just 11 years old (keep your arms inside the vehicle people, please!) but beside that she’s quiet and thoughtful. She doesn’t push boundaries the way I do. In fact, I’ve hardly ever seen her do anything that would get her into trouble. She is a really impressive swimmer despite her injury, and still trains twice a week these days. I think if she had the desire the be an professional athlete, she could have been a paralympian. Me, my sister Elise (just over a year older) and my older brother Andrew (three years older than me) always seemed to have our underwear off getting the belt from dad, or otherwise over mum’s knee being smacked by her hand, but Olivia always seemed to be the perfect child staying out of trouble but that day, something Olivia did set our dad off. Still to this day I’m not sure what exactly happened to earn her a belting from dad (the only one she ever got in the end) but the experience was so embarrassing I could see why she was keen to never repeat it.
Olivia had just finished her swimming training, and my dad was giving her a lift home. The rest of us—me, Elise, and Mum—had gone to watch Andrew’s soccer game. Olivia had been acting a little off that morning, but I had assumed that she was just disappointed that her training had coincided with Andrew’s game which we all used to love going to watch as a family. But evidently her off day had extended to her trip home after training, because what ever she must have said or done to Dad was now coming back to hurt her.
When we got home, we all walked in at the same time, right as we heard Dad yelling. I froze for a second when I realized what was happening. Something about his tone of voice…You just know. And then we heard Olivia’s voice—her usual soft tone—but this time it was trembling. She was trying to plead and reason with our father, but I couldn’t make out the words. None of us knew what had happened as he seemed to have just finished his lecture. We just knew Olivia was in trouble, and it wasn’t a small thing in our house because she had always been the well behaved sibling.
The living room where dad would belt us kids (because we had a couch he would have us bend over the back of) was just a few steps into our hallway through our front door, and was very central in our house, so we all had to walk past the scene to get anywhere in the house. The first thing I saw in the room was my sister’s swimsuit crumpled on the floor. Usually when dad gave one of us the belt, we had to remove everything below the waist while he “lectured” us on whatever it was we did to earn ourselves the belt, and then he would have us bend over the back of the couch once he was done yelling. Poor Olivia must have left her one-piece swimsuit on under her clothes after training and he had made her remove it, leaving her completely naked. My other siblings and I had been belted completely naked a handful of times due to misbehaving in a swimsuit or being pulled out of the shower and over mum’s lap while running late for school etc, so it wasn’t the rarest of occurrences in our family to have a naked teenager in the living room pleading with one of our parents.
Dad wasn’t some sort of monster, and didn’t try to humiliate us. We were allowed to cover up in front while he was lecturing us to preserve our modesty, as it was only our bare behind that he really cared about when he had a belt in his hands, but this being the only time we had ever seen Olivia in this situation, I guess nobody had put any thought into how difficult it is for a girl with one arm to hide herself from view when she is naked! She ended up using her one arm to cover her breasts, with her half arm desperately flailing at the air. The poor thing was clearly beside herself with embarrassment and the second she saw that she was in a room full of people she burst into tears, not able to contain herself.
We were all standing in the doorway to the living room, trying to make sense of what was happening. There she was—Olivia—out of her swimsuit, her hair still wet from training, desperately bending and twisting her body trying to hide her nether regions from the view of her parents and siblings.
Dad was standing in front of her, belt in hand, face red with anger.
Mum rushed us through the living room to try and give them some privacy but the second she was out of sight I made sure to give myself plenty of reasons to walk back and forth through the living room while dad punished her. Call me evil but I guarantee you that I bumped into Andrew and Elise walking through the living room more times over the next few minutes than I ever would ordinarily, so I guess I wasn’t the only one enjoying seeing our perfect sister taken down a peg! She had definitely seen each of us (myself particularly often) bending over that couch more times than I could count, so I suppose it was justifiable even if only in my eyes
I don’t suppose anyone else has heard a story of someone who physically couldn’t do anything to cover themselves up?
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