posted by admin on Mar 8
Tag masturbation, first time, A young girl learns the mysteries of the female body
I am an only child, and my parents were married 18 years before I made an appearance. I think they figured they would never have children. Needless to say, I was a daddy’s girl, through and through. My mother was a hard woman to love, and even harder to live with. She had a vicious temper and tended to self-medicate with alcohol a bit too much. My father, on the other hand, could do no wrong, in my eyes.
When I was five, my dad changed jobs for health reasons, and his new job required him to be out of town during the week, leaving me home with my mother.
She was very strict, in her household rules, and if I wasn’t obedient enough, well, I would be punished with anything from a “Go to your room!”, to a smack across the ass with a wooden spoon. One day, she was so livid, she hit me across my face. I remember my stunned reaction to her violent outburst, but not the transgression that would cause such a reaction.
I used to live for weekends, and dread them at the same time. My dad would be home on the weekends, and for those few days, I would see a reprieve in my mother’s outbursts as she turned he anger full force toward my dad. I dreaded the ensuing fights, which were full of abuse, both verbal and physical. Everything would be calmed down by Sunday evening, and we would have a Sunday dinner in the dining room that would make “The Walton’s” green with envy. Monday would come and Dad would leave. I would then silently count the hours until I faced my mother’s wrath once again. I knew it would come, as sure as day follows night.
I can remember being about 10 or 11, getting to the age when a young girl needs to know certain things about her body. My mother, being the generation that she was, decided that she didn’t need to talk to me about sex. There was nothing to be learned at school at that time, sex education hadn’t made it in to the curriculum, but, I digress. Mother thought it best if got books from the doctor and have me read them. I was given two pieces of “motherly” wisdom.
