This is the longest he has left me to reflect and anticipate. I felt sadness and disappointment as I reflected and I felt anxiety over what was about to happen next. Adding to the anxiety was that I felt this could be a litmus test for how DD is working for us. I think it shows up high on Google depending on what you search for. Anyway, this is just a quick note to say I am so much more than this post may make me appear.
Juliet’s Turn – Shae's Fiction Ish
Regular visitors will know this is a sister website to www. Contact: chasyoung3 yahoo. I grew up in the s and s. My parents lived in a small Suffolk village but I went to a private boarding school in Cambridgeshire.
In Roger's House
When I went upstairs, I found that Amy had dumped several handfuls of uncooked white rice in the corner that I usually stand in. Unsure, I knelt down awkwardly on the rice facing the corner. I gasped as my full body weight was transferred onto my knees, allowing the rice to dig in painfully. It was way worse than it looked. I immediately tried to adjust so that less rice was under my knees, but I was already in big trouble, so I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to breathe through the pain.
I remember running from my father in true terror that still sends chills down my spine, while he took off his belt in preparation for a spanking. I spent a large majority of my childhood in fear that my father was going to sexually abuse me. There was no basis for it, or so I thought. It was a strange fear, and it made me feel small, ashamed, and confused.