Mothers and Daughters Spanked 3: John regularly spanks Mary, her daughter and her mother

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I try to explain to her that she is so cute in those shoes but they are just simply not going to work and we can’t get them. OH LORD. Here comes the mother lode of all public temper tantrums. I should explain about my mother. She too was a victim of my father’s temper and beatings from now and then, so all she could do in these incidents were to stand by and beg my father to take it easy. I do not blame her. She did her best. She was a petrified victim of domestic abuse and it had become all too normalized. Her sisters, her mother, everyone told her something along the lines of, “That’s what husbands do from time to time. Everyone’s husband has his demons. You have to endure it and calm him down, to keep your family intact. Endure it for your children.” It seemed like such a good idea at the time. It was a lazy afternoon and my daughter and I were looking to escape from the house for bit. So yes, from the age of 7 to 15, I took my father’s ‘no-pants spanking’ as a normal rite of passage. I knew my friends were getting spanked by their parents too, and I assumed they were going through punishments just as painful and mortifying. During the ages 13-15, when we moved to the United States, the hitting became harsher, more frequent, and angrier. Around this time, my mother’s pleads became more and more desperate. Onward to store #2. Again, not one single pair of fancy shoes. How can this be?! Isn’t it the holiday season? But, there were those damn slippers again. You can only imagine how that one played out. Even louder stomping accompanied this time by crossed arms and head bobbing.

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Mind you the heel on this shoe is not your typical 6 year old Mary Jane heel. It’s a good inch and a half and it’s narrow. I’m looking at this shoe thinking, “What was the person smoking when they decided to make this and put it in the kid section?”But nope, apparently I’m a glutton for punishment and proceeded to store #3. For sure this time they would have what I need. My father was an emotionally damaged man, who had very few outlets to communicate his soul and demons, so most times he used ‘corporal punishment,’ on me, he lost his temper and control. The times he would lose himself, the pain was more extreme, as I absorbed all of his aggression and toxic anger directly onto my skin. The bruises were darker and lasted longer. Editors’ Note: The introduction to the series on #everydaysexualviolence is here. It contains a detailed trigger warning.) I should have known that taking her shoe shopping would simply have too many choices for her to make. And furthermore, I could have recognized that meltdown #1 was just a precursor to the inevitable epic tantrum experienced at the last store. In hind sight, when I want to have an enjoyable afternoon with my daughter we’ll find something to do that makes her, and I, the happiest. Calmly I say. “I know you really want those shoes, but there is no way we can buy them. The heel is much too high and you won’t be able to walk in them.”

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Let me set the scene for this one just a bit. Its SUPER crowed. Kids everywhere. Moms everywhere. Shoes everywhere. When Amanda and her daughter, Scarlet, take a trip to one of the Emirate States, their vacation turns into a nightmare as drugs are found in Scarlet's luggage. The two women subsequently appear in court, where they are both found guilty and remanded into custody pending sentencing. They are then subjected to the humiliating ordeal of a strip search, and when sentence is finally passed, both women are to serve six months hard labour, plus fifty lashes. At the Court of Appeal, the duration of Amanda and Scarlet's sentence is reduced significantly ... but they still have to endure the remaining lashes before being released.My childhood was not all dark and stormy. My parents gave me so many opportunities to learn and flourish. I always had food and a roof above my head. However, enduring violence from my father was a normalized and significant part of my childhood. Keeping one ear toward the bedroom door in the middle of the night, whenever I would hear my parents argue was normal — because I had to be ready to jump out and protect mom, just in case father started hitting her. Having an angry father had to be accepted as normal. Getting beaten with a 2 x 4 naked was normal, because it was for my own good.