charles-50127508 @charles-50127508
The first time I remember being punished was when I was 12 years old. I had been caught stealing food from the kitchen by my stepmother. She took me to our room and locked the door behind us. Then she sat down on the bed, put me over her lap, and spanked me with a wooden spoon until I cried for mercy. After that beating, I never stole again.
The next year, when I was 13 years old, I had been caught talking back to my stepmother in front of our guests. She took me to our room and tied me down using ropes she found in the attic. Then she sat on the bed and gave me a long lecture about how bad it was for a woman to talk back to her husband or anyone else who was older than her. After that, I never talked back again.
When I turned 18 years old, I went out into the world to find a husband. But I didn't make very good choices in men and ended up with several husbands who were much older than me. They all had one thing in common: they were mean to me and spanked me whenever I did something wrong. The last man I was married to, he was 60 years old, and he punished me almost every day of my life with his belt or his hand.
He would tie me down using ropes like this, then give me a long lecture about how bad I had been before spanking me repeatedly until I cried for mercy. After
