Grandpa MikeWhen i was 12 me and my brother's "Phil and Simon" went to stay with our grandpa for a week. We loved staying with him and i know he loved having us. The first few days went great but on the second to last day Simon (the youngest) decided to start a fight with me and Phil. This was ended quite fast with me and Phil on the floor next to a now broken fr
While we were walking to the shed me and Phil tried to protest saying that Simon was involved too but he was having none of it. When we got to the shed Grandpa told me to stand outside while he dealt with Phil. While i was stood there i had allot of thought going through my mind but the main one was "run" but for some reason my body din't want too when all of a sudden i heard Phil cry out in pain and then full tears. After 10 minutes of this the door opened and Phil walked out still crying and i didn't know why but naked. Grandpa told him to stand were i was while he dealt with me.
When i walked in the shed i saw a razor strop on the bench and all kind of thought went through my mind but then i was brought back to reality when he told me to take my cloths off but when i got to my underwear i wasn't going any further until he grabbed my arm and threw me against the bench and yanked down my underwear and then lifted me out of them and then told me stand and put my hands on the bench. He grabbed my cloths and threw them in a pile with Phil's next to the bench. Not much was said before he started apart from "you move they'll get harder and i'll start again".
When it began the first hit was like nothing i had experienced before and i was already in tears and jumping all over the place and trying to run out the shed, but he grabbed me and pushed me back down on the bench and sad "what did i tell you". He was not kidding he got harder and harder and i just couldn't help myself but keep jumping.
After about 30 minutes the fight in me was gone and i just stood bent over the bench basically being beaten and an emotional wreck on tears. When it was over we left the shed and Phil was stood outside and still had tears in his eyes. Grandpa never gave us our cloths and we had to walk back to the house naked. When we got to the house i ran upstairs to the room that me, Phil and Simon were sharing and just collapsed on he bed. Simon came in 20 minutes later and told me he had run a bath so i headed towards the bathroom and locked myself in. I looked in the mirror at my bottom and noticed that i was bleeding and had horrible welts on my bottom and my upper thighs.
I never really spoke to grandpa the rest of the time we stayed there. When my dad came to pick us up grandpa told him what he had done and that i had the worst. So while i was packing my stuff dad came up and told me to take down my shorts and show him, dad was nearly in tears and i was in tears. Dad grabbed me into a hug and we were hugging for a good 5 minutes, he had never hugged me that long befoe. To say the least he was horrified and a massive argument broke out between dad and grandpa.
We never really went back to stay and i'm pretty glad. I didn't really learn a lesson from this, i do know that wasn't a spanking it was a beating. This is one reason why i am this way with my boys. I do spank them for extremely bad things but not for breaking a picture. I never forgave him after this and the relationship between my dad and grandpa was broken. I took great pride in destroying the shed when he died.