Terrible ParentingMy parents used to lock my brother, sister and I in the car while they went to the pub for a "quick one" after work. This quick one might last several hours, during which they would send bottles of Indian Tonic Water to us by way of refreshment.
On one particularly cold evening, bored stupid, we lit a small bonfire on the back seat of the car using the cigarette lighter and the contents of the glove box. We owe our lives to passing winos. (BTW: Please no more Maddie or Jesus gags, they've been done.)
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 16 Aug 2007, 9:47)
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My childhood was painfully strictI once failed to get an A for an english essay. My father slammed my testicles in the door of our family Nissan Micra 100 times as punishment.
When I could stand again without whimpering or walking with a list, he noticed i had not finished reading my copy of Virgil (classical greek edition) and whipped me across the back with a 3 foot cutting from the bramble hedge at the front of our house.
Evidence of masturbation was dealt with very gravely.. He shot my brother in the chest at point blank range for bashing his bishop in bed. He now breathes with a ventilator and dreams of being able to pleasure himself manually.
I myself was treated to a night in the understairs cupboard with a king cobra for scratching my crotch in a mildly suggestive manner.
When I bought a girlfriend home to meet my parents he hit defcon one, ranted on about pre-marital sex and children, and then hit her around the head with an anvil before tying me up to the guttering with thorns and pelting me with rifle fire.
But I've done OK out of it. I am now a gimp in a danish S&M dungeon. I have not seen the outside world in 4 years and am seriously mentally disturbed, but my mistress "Queen Tania the Undefeatable" is nothing compared to my father.
(Back soon, she wants to stamp on my testicles and tie a cord round my neck until I stop breathing.).
(, Wed 22 Aug 2007, 12:28, Reply)
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