Fear, abuse and humiliation

What I'm about to say is something that haunts me, even though it was many years ago. Today I have a husband and a daughter and live in Verginia. I am still today, to shy and embarrassed to tell anyone what I went through. From birth I was raised by my aunt Ella and uncle Calvin. Aunt Ella was my mothers oldest sister and although she was kind to me she was also timid and dominated by uncle Cal. Uncle Cal was very tall and heavy and a mean and arrogant man. Their only son Rodger is 9 years older than me and was the only one who showed me any simpathy or love. I am not sure when it first started but uncle Calvin began to spank me viciously for any type of misbehaviour. He did the same to Rodger for many years and when Rodger was 18 he joined the navy just to get away from his father. We lived on a tabacco farm outside of Wison, North Carolina. As young as 7 or 8 I was assigned certain chores to do each day and was punished if they weren't done or done properly. When Rodger went into the navy things got even worse and since uncle Cal thought I was old eneough I was given more chores and things to do. I was kept home from school many times to help on the farm and uncle Cal became more creul by the day. He bagan spanking me for the most ridiculous things. I complained to aunt Ella but I think she was also fearful of him and ignored my pleas for help. He would always take me or Rodger into the shed behind the house for our so called whoppings. He sometimes spanked both of us in the presence of each other. We were forced to bend over the saw horse and he would pull down our pants or shorts and underware. He had a bamboo cane that was long and thin, and was very painful. At times the spankings would only last five minutes but if he was very mad or drinking a lot they could easily last for more than a half hour. Once Rodger went into the navy it became a nightmare for me and I was so afraid of uncle Cal I avoided him as much as possible. He began making me talke all my clothes off and would spank me naked. When he first started doing this I was more fearful of the pain he would inflict more so than the embarrassment it caused. As I got older and began to develop the humiliation was overwhelming and the spankings lasted longer and at times so painful I would fall off the saw horse onto the floor. He would stand and watch me undress and when I was forced to lay over the saw horse my legs were spread apart and I wasn't allowed to move. At times he even struck my breasts with the cane and would constantly tell me how worthless I was. I was left back in 7th grade and my self esteem was at an all time low. I told aunt Ella one time that he made me take all my clothes off and even though she may have said someting to him nothing changed. Aside from the pain and humiliation he put me through he also ridiculed me and continuely told me how stupid I was. I didn't think it would get any worse but it did. As I got a little older I would struggle or try to get away from him when he decided to spank me. I hid the one time for hours before he finally found me and dragged me into the shed screaming and kicking him. He locked the door and made me strip naked. He pushed me over the saw horse and to my horror tied my hands and ankles to the legs of the legs of it. Then the beating began and it was probably the most severe I ever received. My legs were pulled wide apart and tied so tightly I couldn't move an inch. The cane at times hit both my vagina and anus and the more I screamed and cried the more he spanked me. Once he stopped he left the shed for over an hour with me still tied naked to the saw horse. While he was gone I realized he left the door open half way and two of the farm hands were looking at me. I couldn't see them but could hear them whispering to each other. There were five men who worked for him and I didn't know which ones were looking at me. I was crying but they just stodd there for the longest time and a few times I saw there shoes when they came closer. They finally went away and Uncle Cal came back in to untie me and calmly asked if I learned my lesson. I guess thats when I gave up and became more obedient to him. I tried to do everything I could but the spankings continued but not as often. When I was ordered to the shed I complied with what I was told. When he told me to strip I did and automatically bent over the saw horse for fear of being tied again. The more submissive I was the less severe the spankings were. At one time or another all five of the farm hands had seen me naked and a few even saw me being spanked. Most of the time I didn't know it until after the spanking was done. I was so humiliated I would just cry and wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. I think uncle Cal left the door open purposely so the the men could see me naked. I think he not only enjoyed spanking me but knew of the humiliation he subjected me to. He never tried to have sex with me but I believe he is a sadist. This went on until I was seventeen years old and I finally ran away and moved in with a girlfriend I had known from school. She was two years older than me and had her own apartment in Durham. I got a job as a waitress and never did finish high school. My girlfriend is the only one I ever told what he did to me. I never saw him again but did go to Raleigh a few times to have lunch with aunt Ella. I treid discussing it with her but she just didn't want to know what he did to me. I don't think she wanted to know what a monster he really is. Aunt Ella met my daughter twice so far but uncle Calvin never will. Rodger is still in the navy and I havn't seen him for five years but think he is doing well. After I married we moived to Virginia and I have told my husband bits and peices of what I went through but am to embarrassed to tell him some of the details and ways I was punished all those years. The last time uncle Cal spanked me I called my girlfriend the next morning and left for good that afternoon. It had been months since he punished me and was drinking that day. It was really stupid but I forgot to do a chore and he ordered me to the shed. I was to afraid not to comply since when he drinks he get very nasty. Once inside I had to take everything off and he beat me for twenty miniutes or more. I had welts all over my thighs and rear and finally got smart enough not to take it anymore. Not only that but he allowed one of the farm hands to stand in the doorway watching me get spanked. The abuse and degradation had gone to far and I made up my mind to leave and did.

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