| Title: | Elmer | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Name: | Elmer | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Email: | not given | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Gender: | Male | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Current Age: | 47 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Whom Story is About: | Myself | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Posting Date: | 09/27/09 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Summary: | What I'm about to write is about a excruciating period in my life. I was born in Austria in 1962 and my mother was unwed and 16 years old. To my family this was totally disgraceful. My mother brought me to the United States when I was still an infant or probably forced to leave by my grandparents. Her oldest brother took us in and I lived there until I was almost 18 years old. He owned a farm in North Carolina and mostly grew tobacco. I don't know why but suspect my uncle was abusive to her and in later years was told by my cousins that he and my aunt would beat her often. By the time I was 4 years old my mother moved back to Austria and left me with them. I had three cousins who were considerably older than me, Amanda was 4 years older, Clare 6 years older and Philip was 9 years older. My uncle Fredrick and aunt Anna were short-tempered and all of us were spanked more often than necessary. Only they weren't really spankings but more like beatings. The were very severe and abusive aside from being humiliating. When my uncle Fredrick died in 1970 I was 8 and my aunt hired a German family that my uncle knew to work the farm. They lived in a trailer several hundred yards away from the house. Their daughter was 14 and they had two sons 16 and 18. My cousin Philip worked alongside the father and two sons. My aunt was distraught at the loss of her husband and it seemed she took her frustrations out on me most of the time. The beatings continued and I recall many times the girls were also beaten by her. My cousin Philip seemed to be the same as his father and spanked me often also many times in front of my two girl cousins. My aunt and uncle always whipped us bare bottom but never made me or the girls take our underwear completely off and never did it with us completely naked, which Philip began to do and Aunt Anna soon followed. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Deekerian Score (20 is max.) [?]: | 2 (10%) |
I was always thin and frail and sure my aunt Anna despised me because she was stuck with me living there. At 8 years old I was assigned chores and household tasks 7 days a week. The abuse I withstood became commonplace as I got older and the beatings continued not only by my aunt and Philip but also by the girls. I became very timid and perhaps introverted and was picked on in school constantly. I was always afraid and cried even when hollered at and began wetting my bed at night when I was 9, sometimes three or four times a week. I was a kid on the verge of a nervous breakdown with no recourse. I was ridiculed so badly and eventually made to wear diapers to bed every night. To further humiliate me my aunt wouldn't let me take off or put on the diapers myself which I would have been perfectly capable of doing. Instead she took my diaper off each morning and bathed me whether or not I had school. If I didn't wet myself I was allowed to remove the diapers myself and bathe myself. She would do it often in front of the girls and Philip and if I did wet that particular night I would get a beating as soon as I was out of the bath. Then if I did something bad or didn't do my chores I would be put in diapers after dinner and of course another spanking. I couldn't stop wetting the bed and today realize it was probably my nervousness and fear that caused it as I don't think it was anything physical. In the mornings when I awoke and was wet I would immediately start to cry knowing what would happen to me. My aunt had a long desk in the hall next to the bathroom, at the top of the stairs that she used as a dressing table for me. The bathroom closet is where she kept all the diapers. If I wet the bed she would grab my hair and lead me to the bath. After washing me she would make me lay over the desk naked and either beat me with her hand or a belt. Amanda or Clare or both would watch and snicker as she bathed and beat me. I was usually in tears the whole time not only from the pain of the beating but also the degradation I endured. As time went on not only did Philip and my aunt whip me but the girls were also permitted to do so. By the time I was ten they also bathed and changed my diapers when I wet the bed. Philip refused to change or bathe me but didn't hesitate to whip me when he thought it necessary. Clare was more sympathetic than the rest of them but Amanda seemed to enjoy my misery and when she beat me it was every bit as severe as when my aunt or Philip did. They all treated me more like a child because of my size and timid disposition. I was clearly afraid of them, they knew it, and took full advantage of me. Both Clare and Amanda began spanking me naked just like Philip did. They would make me strip often in front of their friends and also the German girl, then would make me bend over before beating me, normally with the belt. As I got older I tried not to cry but the pain and humiliation of it always brought me to tears as they would make me tell them I was sorry. At times I didn't even know why I was being spanked or for what I had done. My Aunt was out often and Philip worked with the German men so I was at their mercy the majority of the time. Clare was the one who checked my diaper each morning but Amanda would always insist on bathing and spanking me. Clare didn't hit me nearly as hard and I don't think she actually liked to spank me as much as Amanda did. By the time I was 13 I was still under 5 feet tall and only weighed about 90 pounds but didn't wet the bed nearly as often. Sometimes only once a week and at times maybe only twice a month. I still had to wear the diapers every night to bed, but the beatings and the bathing of me was less. By this time no matter who bathed me I started getting erection every time. I knew my aunt Anna was repulsed when I did just by the way she beat me after I got out of my bath. I think Amanda and Clare were amused by it but would often tell me how small it was and ridicule me. One night Amanda caught me masturbating and told my aunt. She ordered me to the living room and made me take off my pajama bottoms. Amanda brought her the belt and she made me bend over the arm of the sofa. She commenced to give me the worst beating I ever had. I was 14, naked from the waist down and beaten in front of Philip, Amanda, Clare, and the German girl. I don't even think the embarrassment was so great since the pain was unbearable. I would try to cover my butt with my hand but she just kept hitting even my hands. Philip came over and held my arms above my head and my aunt just continued beating me with the belt. Several times it hit my scrotum which caused me to beg her to stop. I was hysterical crying and pleading with her. She must have hit me with the belt 50 times or more. When she finally stopped I fell whimpering onto the floor. With them all watching me I just lay there a few minutes in a fetal position not even thinking about how pathetic I looked or the fact that the could all see my privates. My rear hurt for a few days after that and fortunately I didn't wet the bed that week. About ten days went by and I did wet the bed. Clare came in and told me to go in the bathroom where she took off my diaper. I thing she was 19 or 20 at the time and put me in the tub and washed me. I couldn't help it and got an erection right away. After I dried off I did go limp and she almost apologized for having to spank me. I didn't know where Amanda was but found out she was out of the house. She didn't spank me very hard and again I got an erection. To my shock she told me it was okay to masturbate and let me go back to my room where I did. Two weeks went by and again I wet and again Amanda was out. Clare again put me in the bath and I again became erect. She never did this before but told me to stand up and then told me to masturbate. I was embarrassed to do it but she said she wouldn't spank me if I did. Normally when I masturbated it only took minutes for me to cum. Because she was watching me it took much longer and I knew I was blushing even though she had seen me naked many, many times. This went on several times over the next year and I never again let Amanda see me masturbate but Clare wanted me to and I did each time we were alone. By the time I was 15 I finally stopped wetting the bed and bathings and spankings stopped in the mornings. I still got spanked once in a while but they stopped completely when I started working the farm with Philip and the German guys. I moved to Wilson, NC when I was 19. It sounds crazy but when I was 22 I bought diapers and started wearing them to bed at night. I had bladder control but would purposely wet them at times. I'm 47 now and lost some girlfriends after telling them of my fetish. The girlfriend I have now has accepted it although not completely. A couple weekends a month she will diaper me, bathe me and spank me although not as hard or vicious as when I was young. Those weekends she treats me like a child and masturbates me when I ask. She doesn't seem to mind it but also can't understand it. I can't understand it either, because those years from 9 to 15 were horrible and probably the worst time of my life. The sheer humiliation I suffered is unforgettable not to mention the pain I endured and all the beatings I was subjected to. I know I have a diaper fetish but still can't understand how that time of my life caused it.