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Far-Queue 05/07/21 9:29:57 PM #24:	My stepfather had a heavy hand in punishing us. He was a junkie, and an alcoholic. Nicotine-yellowed leather stretched over a volatile pile of jittery, restless bones. His patience was thinner than uncooked angel hair, and twice as brittle. Didn't take much convincing to bring the convictions out of him. Started out with long time-outs in the corner while he slept off whatever narcotics were ebbing in his bloodstream. Our legs rubbery with fatigue, our backs aching to stretch and move, but we dared not budge a single inch for fear of incurring a deeper wrath. Eventually we graduated to earning full-fledged beatdowns, complete with belts, books, brushes... anything he could get his hands on. And if nothing was available, well we'd get a slap, or worse. We were well acquainted with fear. A constant dread that haunted even the most serene and joyful moments of our childhood. Knowing that once the last guest had left the birthday party, a darkness would swallow the entire house, smothering us beneath a quilt of guilt and anxiety. And we knew shame. Gotta hide those bruises from the teacher. Oh, that? I jumped off the swingset and landed funny, is all... said as we stare at the floor knowing full-well that our eyes would betray the lies we spoke to avoid rousing suspicion. It was a harrowing childhood, but we survived, my brothers and I. When I was old enough, I left and did not go back. Made a life for myself, for better or worse. Had lots of jobs, a few lovers who helped me to work through the wreckage of my past, and finally earned a career, a wife, and family of my own. Heard the old man passed late last year. Hadn't spoken to him in over a decade. Had long since made my own peace with what he'd done to us. Forgiven him, selfishly, so that I wouldn't have to carry that weight with me any longer, letting it drag down every relationship in my life with its miserable burden. I don't know how far along I am in the healing process, or if I'll every be made whole, but I can honestly say I'm happy today. Truly happy. Content with my life. But one thing I've never been able to figure out is why being whipped with a belt is the only way I can get an erection. --- https://imgur.com/ZwO4qO2 "I'm a pathetic Simp and am proud to be exploited" - Lord_Shadow <cite>Far-Queue posted [p:953675718] in PotD Confe... [t:79431505]...</cite> <quote>My stepfather had a heavy hand in punishing us. He was a junkie, and an alcoholic. Nicotine-yellowed leather stretched over a volatile pile of jittery, restless bones. His patience was thinner than uncooked angel hair, and twice as brittle. Didn't take much convincing to bring the convictions out of him. Started out with long time-outs in the corner while he slept off whatever narcotics were ebbing in his bloodstream. Our legs rubbery with fatigue, our backs aching to stretch and move, but we dared not budge a single inch for fear of incurring a deeper wrath. Eventually we graduated to earning full-fledged beatdowns, complete with belts, books, brushes... anything he could get his hands on. And if nothing was available, well we'd get a slap, or worse. We were well acquainted with fear. A constant dread that haunted even the most serene and joyful moments of our childhood. Knowing that once the last guest had left the birthday party, a darkness would swallow the entire house, smothering us beneath a quilt of guilt and anxiety. And we knew shame. Gotta hide those bruises from the teacher. Oh, that? I jumped off the swingset and landed funny, is all... said as we stare at the floor knowing full-well that our eyes would betray the lies we spoke to avoid rousing suspicion. It was a harrowing childhood, but we survived, my brothers and I. When I was old enough, I left and did not go back. Made a life for myself, for better or worse. Had lots of jobs, a few lovers who helped me to work through the wreckage of my past, and finally earned a career, a wife, and family of my own. Heard the old man passed late last year. Hadn't spoken to him in over a decade. Had long since made my own peace with what he'd done to us. Forgiven him, selfishly, so that I wouldn't have to carry that weight with me any longer, letting it drag down every relationship in my life with its miserable burden. I don't know how far along I am in the healing process, or if I'll every be made whole, but I can honestly say I'm happy today. Truly happy. Content with my life. But one thing I've never been able to figure out is why being whipped with a belt is the only way I can get an erection. --- https://imgur.com/ZwO4qO2 "I'm a pathetic Simp and am proud to be exploited" - Lord_Shadow</quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
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