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>My Granny was brought up in an abusive home. Her >father was a Hellfire and Brimstone Southern Baptist >Preacher. His wife was a the typical wife for such a >man. He was abusive and controlling. They had five >children including Granny and she was the oldest girl. > Beatings were very common in their household, they >literally had the Bible beaten into them and they were >homeschooled. Whippings were almost daily. If he was >going to whip you, you had to undress in the living >room and he would take the thick belt he had hanging >on the wall and whip you black and blue. Your butt, >legs, back, any part of you that was exposed. He made >them memorize Bible Verses each week and if you >couldn't recite the verse verbatim, you got whipped. >The girls were not allowed to date anybody, in fact >none of the kids could have friends outside of the >church. Their Momma was just as bad as their Daddy. >She was totally subservient to him and I understand >she got whipped by him sometimes too. But she stayed >with him because that was her calling. She would also >whip the kids either with the belt or more often >switches. Sometimes she would whip them bloody. One of >the last whippings he gave Granny was when she was >sixteen. He had decided it was time for her to get >married and he tried to marry her off to one of the >Church Members who was in his mid-forties. She refused >and he beat her so bad she nearly had to go to the >hospital. She reluctantly married the next man who he >picked out for her. They had actually started to build >a life together, and it looked like things would be >better for her. Then her Momma and Daddy were killed >in a car accident on the way home from a revival. In >spite of the abuse she suffered she was really hurt by >their death. Since she was the first child to get >married, she was given the house. She still has that >house today. She got pregnant before turning eighteen >with Momma and it sounded like they lived a fairly >normal life. Then she got pregnant with my Aunt two >years later. Her life totally turned upside down then. >Because her husband was killed in an accident at work. >Now she was having to raise two children on her own. >She started working for the Church and they helped her >out with bills and so forth. But with the loss of her >husband, that spark she had died and she started to >become hard. She became real strict to the point of >being abusive with both Momma and Aunt Cassie. She >would whip them for little or no reason. Momma has a >couple of scars on her legs and butt from one of the >whippings she got. The switchings and beltings she >gave them are the main reason why neither Momma nor >Aunt Cassie have NEVER used a switch or belt on us >kids. She was super strict about matters of friends, >especially boyfriends and sexual matters. She wouldn't >even explain the "facts of life" to them. When Momma >had her first period, she had no idea why she was >bleeding and was terrified. When she went to Granny >about it, Granny whipped her. She was the same way >about masturbation. If she caught you she would whip >hell out of you for it. She whipped Momma for the last >time because she didn't want her to Marry Daddy >because he wasn't from their church. Momma was >seventeen at the time and when she told her she and >Daddy were planning on getting married, Granny grabbed >the belt to whip her. Momma undressed and told her, >"You better make it at good one Momma, because it's >the last time you'll ever whip me." She whipped her >across her bare back, butt and legs till she was >covered in bruises. Then Momma packed her bags while >she was still crying. She grabbed Aunt Connie and told >her to pack up because she was taking her with her. As >they got ready to leave, Granny tried to stop them, >and Momma told her she'd knock her on her ass if she >didn't move. So Granny stepped aside and told them >they were whores and would burn in hell. Momma went to >Daddy's house and his parents owned some rental >properties and put her and Aunt Connie up for free. >Papaw Paul and Gramma loved them like they were their >own. Granny didn't go to their weddings and had >nothing to do with either one of them until Aunt >Connie had Cassie and Momma was pregnant with me. They >said, she had mellowed a little bit and accepted the >fact they had gotten married outside their faith. But >there were still a lot of emotional scars. > >After the whipping Granny gave me with a switch at six >at her house. Momma wouldn't let me stay over there >anymore. But things cooled off and when I was seven, >Momma and Daddy wanted to go out to celebrate their >anniversary. Granny offered to stay to sit with us and >they agreed since things seemed to be going well >again. Granny had put my brother and sister to bed and >she and I were watching TV together, then she said, >"Little girl get your bath and get ready for bed." She >seemed to be getting in a bad mood, and I didn't want >to take a chance on getting in trouble so I did as she >said. While I was in the bathtub washing, I had >touched myself and then started masturbating. While I >was doing that, Granny walked into the bathroom to >tell me hurry up and get ready for bed and she caught >me. She went crazy! She started screaming calling me a >slut and a whore, telling me I was nasty, then she >snatched me up and smacked me in the face hard. After >that she started spanking me with her hand. It was a >lot harder than any spanking I got from Momma or Daddy >and she screamed at me the whole time. Then she turned >me over her knee and continued spanking me. She >grabbed a towel and started drying me off roughly and >slapped me in the face a second time telling me to >shut up. after that she dragged me still naked out of >the bathroom to my bedroom, Where she spanked me again >then made me put on a nightgown and panties and go to >bed. I was afraid of the dark at that time and she >turned off all my lights and slammed the door telling >me to not get out of bed or she'll give me a whoopin'. >When Momma and Daddy got home, Momma was talking with >Granny while Daddy came back to check on us. He came >to my room and turned on my nightlight and saw me >laying on my stomach crying. He started rubbing my >back and asked me what was wrong, I told him "Granny >whupped me" He asked why and I started whimpering she >said, I was being nasty. He picked me up and put me in >his lap and started to rock me telling me I'd be ok >and he patted my bottom. When he touched my butt I >cried out, "Ow DADDY IT HURTS!" He apologized for >hurting and lay me back on the bed, I rolled back on >my stomach and he said, "Here Baby Girl, let Daddy >take a look." He raised my night gown and slipped my >panties down and then I heard him say, "Barbara you >need to come see this NOW." He never called Momma >Barbara. Sometimes he said Barbie but usually it was >Hon or Babe. I got scared and stared crying all over >again. Momma came in and said, "Allen, what's wrong?" >I remember his voice being shaky when he said, "Your >Mother beat hell out of Sonya tonight." Momma turned >the lights on, pulled my panties down and saw my butt >was all bruised up. The she saw the bruises on my face >and a black eye from where she smacked me. She >screamed at her telling her to get in there right now. >When she walked in I heard Momma yell, "Momma what the >hell have you done to my baby?" She tried to tell her >she whooped me because I was masturbating and Momma >put me down on the bed and went after her. I had never >seen my Momma get that angry before. She slammed >Granny into the wall in the hall way. Then pushed her >into the living room screaming at her. Instead of >following them, Daddy picked me up and tried to >comfort me. I felt like it was all my fault because I >had done something evil and had no idea what it was. >Daddy heard my brother and sister crying and put me >back to bed to go check on them. Worried Granny might >have hurt them too. He got them to settle down and >turned on some music for them in their rooms to drown >out the fighting in the Living room then he came back >to me. It finally got quiet and Momma came to my room >and she said, "Allen, will you take Momma home, I >can't..." Daddy kissed me on the head and handed me to >Momma then kissed her and said, "I'll be back in a >little bit hon." Momma sat on the bed with me and I >asked her what I did that was so bad. I really >couldn't understand why she was so mad at me and hurt >me. I told her she said I was wicked and dirty and I >was going to go to hell for sinning. Momma started >crying and hugged and kissed me then she held me tight >and said, "Baby you didn't do anything, Granny is a >crazy old woman and I promise I'll never let her hurt >you again." It took a few days for the bruises to go >away, but I carried the emotional scars for a long >time. It messed me up as far as getting to know my >body was concerned too. I was feeling like it was >something dirty. Momma was very patient with me and >talked me through the changes that were starting to >happen to me. It would be nearly two years before I >ever saw Granny again, and we were never left alone >with her. As far as the masturbation is concerned, it >was a long time before I would do it. If I started I >would stop out of guilt. But that started to come to >an end when I was ten. Momma had just taught me how >to shave my legs without cutting myself to ribbons. I >was starting to want to wear dresses and didn't like >hairy legs showing. The first time I shaved I was >amazed with how smooth my legs looked and felt. I was >in my room after a shower and just had a towel on. >Then as I was rubbing my legs, I stared touching >elsewhere. For the first time since the incident with >Granny I wasn't feeling guilty about my body. Then >Momma walked in. She brought a bottle of lotion to put >on my legs and underarms to help prevent razor rash >and she caught me. I freaked out. I was afraid I'd >get in trouble again. Momma started apologizing to me >assuring me that I wasn't doing anything bad and >wasn't in trouble. Then after comforting me for a >while, she apologized again saying I was starting to >grow up and they need to start respecting my space. >Promising from now on they would knock before coming >in. Then she gave me the lotion and told me what it >was for. I asked what razor rash was and she told me, >"You know those red bumps you see on your Daddy's neck >after he shaves? That's razor rash and it itches and >burns and this lotion will help. I starred rubbing it >on my legs and said, "Momma this feels good, how come >Daddy doesn't use it." She laughed and said, "Well >Baby Girl, sometimes men can be a little hard headed." >I said, "Like me?" and she laughed and said, "You do >get that from your Daddy." Then she kissed me and told >me good night. > >Well I hope that addresses any questions you may have >had, If you have more, please feel free to ask Sweetie.

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