I think there are a few lucky people
who look back on childhood as some of the most wonderful, carefree days of their
lives. I, unfortunately am not one of those people.
My name is Mayone (my own) and this
is my story.
I was born in the mid 60's to a
couple named Von and Mary. They separated and divorced before I was two while
mother was pregnant with my younger brother, Mike. My father disappeared. I
didn’t see him again for over 30 years.
A few years later mother married a
man named Don. Several months later, she had one last child, a boy named Marvin
Wayne after his paternal grandfather. He was never called by his first name
though; we always called him Wayne. I loved helping mother take care of him
whenever possible.
For a few years, things were fine.
Then one day, Don stopped me in the hallway, held my face, and pushed his
tongue into my mouth while kissing me. I was disgusted at the time. Even now as
I write this, I can feel how disgusting it felt to me. Thankfully, it only happened
the one time.
Another time, Don came to my younger brother,
Mike and I one day to ask if we wanted to learn a new game. We asked him what
new game. He refused to tell us until we said “yes” or “no.” I agreed right away,
but my brother was hesitant so, I pleaded with him until he agreed also. Don
grabbed six dice and said, “Come on.”
We all went into my room and Don shut
the door for privacy. He then told us that in this game we were going to play,
we would all roll the six dice. We could then stay with what we had, keep part
of what we had and roll again or we could roll all six dice again up to two
more times. The person with the lowest score had to take a piece of clothing
off. In the end, when one person was completely naked, we would all roll the
dice again, if the naked person still rolled the lowest score, the person with
the highest score, got to “have their way” with the loser.
I remember losing a lot it seemed and
Don was usually the winner at those times. He would then have me lie on my bed while
he used a vibrator on my vagina. It always “tickled” in such a way as to make
me writhe across the bed. I remember liking the sensation yet wanting to get
away from it.
I should make one thing clear here;
the vibrator Don used on me was not
the kind you find in today’s sex shops. It was one made by a company for the
specific purpose of relieving pain by “massaging” the aching part of your body.
It had a tan plastic case and was about 6'l x 4'h x 2'w with a metal top, which
made me think of a double humped camel.
I’m sure Mike was the lowest roller
on more than one occasion; however, I don’t remember what happened to him. On
one occasion Don was the loser and I was the winner. I had seen mother hovering
over him one morning as he lay on their bed, so I decided to imitate her. I had
him lay on my bed, climbed up over him and rubbed myself against him. I didn’t
do it for very long as I didn’t really know what I was doing and I got bored
with it. That was the closest we ever came to having actual intercourse at that
time.
This must have gone on for several
weeks if not a few months before mother found out what was happening. She
learned about “The Game” when I was cleaning my room one night. I found the
cord for the vibrator in my room and went to put it away. As I walked through
the living room with it, mother saw it and asked me why I had it. That’s when I
reluctantly told her about “The Game” we played in my room while she was at
work. She told me that what had happened was wrong. When she saw that this
upset me, she also told me it wasn’t my fault. It was Don’s, as he knew better.
Shortly after this they separated, then he filed for divorce.
Once the story came out about the
game and Don’s abuse of us, I didn’t feel totally comfortable with him anymore.
One day shortly after that happened, he was sitting in a chair in the middle of
the living room and asked me to come to him. I shook my head “no.” He insisted
that I come to him and promised not to hurt me. I reluctantly walked over and
stood next to him. He put his arm around me and talked to me briefly before
letting me go. I scampered away as quickly as possible.
Don also physically abused me as a
child. On more than one occasion he used a tree branch to beat me with when I
did something wrong. Once he even made me go out and take a switch off the
tree. I spent so long trying to do it, that he came out to get a different
branch.
On another occasion Don beat me with
a stick and then put it next to my dresser telling me as he did so that he was going
to spank me again in the morning for the same offense! He asked me to remind
him. I nodded my head in agreement. The next morning I saw the stick and
ignored it. A few days later as I was cleaning my room, I quietly took the
stick outside and threw it away. He never mentioned it again.
There is one incident in particular
which stands out. I went to an elementary school, which was approximately five
blocks from our house. I walked to and from school every day. Don always told
me to come straight home after school and I always did. I just wasn’t always as
quick about it as he thought I should be. He expected me home from school
within 15 minutes of school ending. I was often late as I always walked home
with friends and we would laugh and talk all the way to my house, then they
would go on to their homes. I was late so many times that Don finally
threatened to chase me to and from school spanking me all the way if I was late
one more time. Shortly after that I was late coming home again and he did exactly
as he’d threatened to; chase me to and from school, spanking me all the way. In
later years, I started thinking that the punishment was excessive for the crime
and talked to my mother about it. She didn’t agree as I had come home late so
many times. I realize now that it was public humiliation, which is wrong under
any circumstances.
