If you are looking for rampant sex, this is not the place. But for the names, it really happened.
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Maybe I should call this "It's Never a Mom's fault"
My mom needed someone to punish for her mistake, for her lot in life. Years later I found out I was born a bastard child, her only bastard child, a sin in the 50s. My brothers and sister were all legal. My mom needed to punish someone, it was me.
My summer of 1962 included a life altering event that impacted the rest of my life.
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That summer, we lived in a NY town called Pearl River. The six of us lived in a small 3BR home. At the time, I was eight, my brother Pat was 5, my other brother Jim was 3 and May was two.
With my dad working and going to college we rarely saw him in those days. That summer was unusual because my mom had been a stay-at-home mom, before that summer ... I don't know what she was doing, but she spent the summer out of the house, which meant us kids spent the summer out of the house.
I don't know where the younger kids ended up, I was 8, didn't care, but here is the thing. Pat and I were battling on an almost daily basis, so our parents separated us for the summer. Pat went to my dad's parents house, and I went to a farm. At the time I was thankful I wasn't sent to my mom's parents. At 8 I already knew I hated her father, maybe he blamed me too.
I don't know how my mom hooked up with this farm family, maybe the PTA, but I was dropped off at the farm every day about 7:30 AM. They had a son, John, who was in my 2nd grade class the last year. We weren't best friends, I always thought something was off with him, but we got along.
My mom thought this was great because I would have a classmate to play with.
His 15-year-old sister Jill, and her best friend Emily were left to 'babysit' us since their mom worked too. My mom made it clear that the girls are in charge.
Being eight at the time, they were 'just' girls so 'ok' mom, they were in charge. Both being 15 and in high school they were bigger than me. Jill being a blonde, and Emily was dark skinned with black hair, they were older so I wouldn't be playing with them anyhow.
When we first met, my mom asked me if I thought the girls were pretty. Susan Oshiak and Cindy Braiden were the two prettiest 2nd graders, and I liked them, especially Susan, she was the best girl kickball player in the 2nd grade. Emily and Jill, they are adults to me, and they are girls. Don't care, so I agreed they were pretty.
It was not a big farm, but they had a few cows, ducks, and chickens. They also had two horses which the girls loved to ride. I wasn't allowed.
The farm had a nice built-in pool in the backyard, two barns, a silo, and a pond of sorts. I believe it was used to provide water for the animals. It was pretty gross, green water with pond scum floating on the service. John warned me even though it was kind of cool, we were not allowed in the pond.
My first day there, Jill and Emily set the ground rules:
• We were not allowed in the house except to eat lunch. If it rained we could stay in the barn. If we had to use the bathroom, find a bush outside
• We were not allowed to swim unless the girls were out there to watch
• We could go anywhere we wanted on the farm, but do not leave the property.
Easy, no problem.
My first day there, John took me on a tour of his favorite places on the farm.
It being my first farm, I thought everything was pretty cool. At lunch time we went back to the house. That's when I first noticed there was something really whacked between John and his sister Jill.
The two of them got into an argument over the food. Jill was taking nothing from John and ended the argument in seconds.
"I don't care what Mom said. We are having egg salad for lunch. PERIOD."
"But Mom ..."
"... Who's in charge here and what happens when I don't get my way."
John looked scared. Don't know why ... yet.
"OK"
I guess she is the bossy type.
Since it was hot, I asked if we could go swimming, and the girls agreed.
John was not happy, but it was so hot we really couldn't do anything else. Into his room to put on our suits then out to the pool to wait for the girls
Its 95 degrees and we're melting until the girls come out. They come out wearing bikinis. I had seen bikinis on TV but never 'live', I mean WOW! Honestly, I thought ... WOW!
In 1962, most girls I saw were wearing 1-piece suits.
Anyway ...
... Into the pool, and the girls seemed friendly enough. We played several different games throughout the afternoon before my mom showed up to pick me up.
It was kind of weird. I never had a girl hold my hand before. Jill held my hand out to the driveway, no idea why. She told my mom I was very good.
Next day, same routine, same schedule, but no arguments between Jill and John. It was 90 at 10 AM so we hit the pool early, and again I could not take my eyes off the two bikinis. Except at lunch, we were in the pool all day.
Today, the girls got bored with the regular games, so I taught them pool soccer. The rules are simple. Two goals at opposite ends of the pool, and you need to place the ball on your goal with two hands. Those are all the rules, with the thought that there are no fist fights, clawing, or drowning your opponent.
We played a few games, mixing teams up. The final game was boys against the girls.
I thought everyone loved it until it was boys against the girls. John did not want to play. Jill talked him into one game but John did not play as hard as earlier.
I had a blast wrestling with the bigger girls for the ball to score. My first experience wrestling with girls and I thought it was awesome.
I did manage to score two goals and I fed John for one when the girls converged on me, but they won, getting 5 goals first.
Walking into the house for ice pops, I asked John why he didn't play harder.
"Jill is mean. That argument we had at lunch, she told my mom and I got a spanking for not doing what Jill told me to do. My mom told me if I did it again, it would be worse. When it was us against them, Jill whispered to me she better win or she'd tell my mom I was bad again, and I'd get another spanking."
"She would do that?"
"Yes, I promise she will tell your mom you were bad if you don't do something she wants you to do."
When my mom picked me up that night, both girls held my hand out to the car, and both told my mom how wonderful I was.
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Things were going good on the farm for the next few days, but on Thursday John and Jill got into it over snacks.
Jill got mad, picked up John and poured him out of his bathing suit. That was all he had on at the time so he was standing there with no clothes, his thing getting hard in front of the girls. Jill put him over her knee and paddled him good, starting with red handprints all over his butt until his entire butt was red, with him crying.
Jill had him stand next to our lunch table with his red butt facing us. After whispering in his ear she gave him back his suit.
The girls really loved pool soccer, so I was in their good graces.
Later that afternoon a second thing happened. I didn't give it another thought at the time, but it came back to get me the next week.
We were playing pool soccer, Jill and her brother against Emily and me. It was 4-4 so the game got intense trying to score the winning goal. Emily had stolen the ball from John and passed it to me. Jill and I racing for it, I got it and dived for our goal.
Jill, trying to stop me grabbed my bathing suit and yanked on it to stop me, pulling my bathing suit completely off.
I scored!
We won! I was cheering, jumping up and down in the pool, naked.
The girls were both laughing, watching me jump.
Jill threw my suit out of the pool, "Let's play again. Same teams."
We won two more games, because without my bathing suit on they had nothing to grab to slow me down.
Getting out of the pool for lunch, walking with John to get my suit ...
... we headed to the house for lunch.
John was sad, about losing?
"I can't believe you're sad over losing the last 3 games."
"I'm ok. Seems like my sister is starting to like you a lot, but be careful. You might not have noticed, they both had big smiles in those games. I think they liked you with no bathing suit. My sister can be very mean, even to people she likes, and Emily will go along with her on just about anything."
I thought that was a weird comment, but ok.
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That following Monday, I convinced my mom to let me wear just my suit, shirt, and sneakers. She called Jill, and Jill agreed so I'm good.
It's really hot, so the 4 of us are in the pool early.
Then the weird stuff starts. In the 3rd pool soccer game, Jill grabs John's suit, yanking it off him, she throws it out of the pool. I thought it was hilarious and go to get it for him.
He puts it on and leaves.
Jill, "You better come back here, or else."
He just keeps walking. Jill is not happy.
She gets out of the pool and heads into the house.
Emily and I float around the pool, playing a lazy game of catch, until Jill comes back a few minutes later. But no John.
We really can't play pool soccer because we can't make fair teams so we float around until lunch.
Into the kitchen, John is sobbing with his nose in the corner. No bathing suit and his behind is a deep red. My parents never make me stand in the corner after a spanking, and never showed it by having me stand in the corner with no clothes.
Jill asks him if he wants lunch, but he doesn't answer.
"Turn around, look me in the eyes and tell me if you want lunch."
He turns, why is his thing hard?
"No thank you." And he turns back to face the wall.
He stayed there for the rest of the day.
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Emily and Jill walk me out to my mom.
"How was he today girls?"
"Well, Bill was good, but John wasn't which raised a question for us. When John is bad, Mom gave me directions on how to punish him. If Bill is bad, how do you want us to handle it?"
"How did your mom tell you to handle John?"
"Into a corner first, a spanking second, call mom to come home to deal with him, third."
"Hmmm, a spanking???"
She didn't think on it for long.
"... You girls are old enough. Since you can't call me to come here, a spanking works for me."
"Thank you, Mrs. T. I'm glad we got that clarified."
The girls walk off.
"MOM! A spanking? They're girls!"
"Then don't be bad. You do as they tell you, and you won't get a spanking. It's that simple."
"But Mom!!!"
"Enough!"
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Next morning, John takes me out to the barn right away.
"Jill told mom I was swearing and acting like a spoiled child, which was why she spanked me."
"But you didn't do that."
"I know but Emily told my mom I was doing that stuff so Jill did not get in trouble for spanking me. Jill did get in trouble for tearing my new bathing suit. Mom is making her use her money from watching us to buy me a new one."
"So that's good, right?"
"No. Jill is mad because she lost that money. I promise, she will get mean. She could beat me up, and still convince mom I was bad."
"Should we hide?"
