Child Abuse Story From Janet

by Janet
(Dover, Kent, England, UK)

It happened a very long time ago, during the War. I was evacuated to Lancashire from London in 1940 with my brother. I was 13 and he was 12. We were lucky that we got to stay together at the same place. We were taken in by a couple who ran a grocery shop. They were in their 40's and seemed quite pleasant.

We'd been there for a few weeks when I started to feel uncomfortable with the man (we had to call him Uncle H*****.) He came into the bathroom to go to the toilet when I was having a bath, but seemed more interested in looking at me. Then a while afterwards, my brother took some sweets from the shop without asking, and the wife (Auntie B****) found them. My brother admitted taking them, and I was also blamed for allowing him to steal them. We were ordered to our bedrooms and told to get into our nightclothes. I thought this was the punishment, but soon afterwards we were told to come downstairs.

Uncle H***** told us we were both going to be punished. Auntie B**** was sitting on a chair, and she called my brother over to her. She told him to remove his pyjama bottoms. He refused at first because he was wearing nothing under them. She grew more angry, and he eventually pulled them down. She pulled him over her knee and began to spank him very hard with her hand. This went on for what seemed a very long time. When she stopped, she told him to go to bed. He ran upstairs crying. By this time I was very scared.

Uncle H**** then said it was my turn. He said as I was older it would be a more severe punishment. I was told to remove my nightgown. I did this, although I was extremely embarrassed to be naked in front of them. I was made to lie face down on the floor while they took turns spanking me with their hands, then a belt and a slipper. After they finished, I was told to go upstairs.

The following week, I was told once again I was going to be punished yet again, but this time for not taking my shoes off indoors. Auntie B**** offered me an alternative punishment "that wouldn't hurt." Naively, I agreed to this. It was later that day, about 8 pm, and I was in my room. Auntie B**** came up and told me to get into my nightgown and come downstairs. When I did, I was surprised to see other people there. As well as Uncle H and Auntie B, there were another four oldish men and two women. I was told that they were friends and not to worry, but I would have to do what I was told or I would get the cane. Uncle H then produced one and swished it for effect.

Over the course of the evening, I was forced to participate in acts I still have nightmares about. A man took photos as I had to do what each of the men and women told me. The worst thing was my brother being brought down and the two of us having to play "mummies and daddies" while the others watched. To top it all, I was still caned, along with my brother, by one lady who seemed to enjoy it. The others all cheered her on.

The abuse lasted for a further six months, until we went to stay with another couple who were very kind. We never spoke of it again. I only came to terms with it when I decided to see a counsellor a few years ago.

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