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The Birthday
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Thie is a repost of the 1st part of a work in progress. A new chapter
follows. Thanks for the feedback that I erceieved from some of you out
there. I ran both chapters through my spell checker so hopefully there
won't be any typos. As always, comments on this story are welcome. :)
The Birthday
part 1
It started the summer that I turned 9. It was 1972 and my father was
working as an engineer with Hewlett Packard. He was 42 then. He'd been married for
12 years to my mother and they had had 2 children, my older sister, Natalie and
myself. Nat was 11 in 1972.
As sisters go, we were the best of friends. We both had are own group
that we hung out with away from home but we also got along really well while we were
together. Oh there were the usual arguments that sisters will have and even an
occasional all out brawl with the scratching and hair pulling. However these
incidents were few and far between because Daddy wouldn't stand it for long. Caught
in a fight with each other by my father meant being taken
to his study for punishment.
The study came to be a feared place in our household. No one ever
went into it with out my father being present. Not even my mother. It was declared
"Dad's space" and was left alone. Similarly, if dad was in his study, he wasn't to
be bothered. You knocked once if you needed him and if he didn't answer right away,
you left him alone. If he was the king of the castle, then his study certainly was
the Royal throne room.
"Punishment" meant being led alone into his study where door was
closed and locked. Nat and I were then made to strip below the waist. He then made
up bend over
his desk, grabbing the other edge with our hands. We then would get lashes with his
belt. The
number of lashes we got depended on his mood and the severity of the infraction.
After the
whipping, he would then call us over to sit in his lap where he would lecture us on
being good and
doing what, "Mommy and I tell you to do without question." Of course we were still
naked from
the waist down but our modesty was something he never concerned himself with. We
would always
nod our heads in acknowledgment through tear stained faces and then we could dress
and
leave. As a result, fights of that type between Nat and I became less and less
frequent.
The place where this all happened, His study, was perhaps the biggest
room in the house. It had been remodeled from the original family room. When he had
bought the
house even before he and mom had been married. He had added a family room onto the
back and
that left him with a very nice richly panelled study. It was big enough for his Huge
oak desk
and an adjoining drafting table area where he did the work he brought home. It also
had a
wet bar, a large sitting area with a fold out couch (For the nights when he would
work straight
through on a project) It's own bathroom and kitchenette area and a large
entertainment area with a
color T.V. and a set up that he had brought home from work called a Video Cassette
machine. It
also came with a camera. On the one occasion that I had seen it, I couldn't figure
out how
it made pictures because the "film" was just a grey strip of plastic.
My parents never talked about my father's 1st marriage. It was
something that we found out about one evening after my parents had had a fight and
mom mentioned her
name in the heat of the moment. She immediately looked horrified. My father's face
became
redder than I'd ever seen it and he yelled at my mother to never speak that name
again. He then
locked himself in his study and we didn't see him for three days. He would come and
go through
the study's private entrance. When we questioned my mother about this other woman,
she would
only give sketchy details. Apparently he had married right out of High School to an
older
woman with children of her own already. The remained married for about 7 years and
then she
divorced him and vanished. He never saw her or the children again. My mother claimed
that
she had no idea what caused the divorce but from the way she used that woman's
name in their
argument, both Nat and I knew better. We just didn't know what.
That was life at my home leading up to the summer of 1972 when my 9th
birthday finally came. As controlling as daddy seemed to be at times, he was also a
very
loving man. He hugged and kissed my mother often in front of us. We would hear them
both tell
each other how much they loved each other and us kids. That gave Nat and I a sense
of security
that alot of our friends at school didn't have because their parents were divorced
or just plain
nasty to each other. Daddy always found the time to take an interest in our studies
at school,
our extracurricular activities, our friends and in us as people. Not just his
daughters but as
people with our own thoughts on things. It was usually one on one and it made us
feel special.
Thus on the day we celebrated my 9th birthday, daddy took me on a
special trip that was just for he and I. I had remembered when Nat turned 9 and he
had done the same
thing with her. I did notice that the relationship between the two of them seemed
different
after they came back a week later. I bugged Natalie incessantly as to the details
but she would
brush me aside with the comment, "You're too young to know about it."
Now I would find out. The party that my mom had planned went off
without a hitch. She had hired a caterer to take care of the dinner. I was allowed
to invite 10
friends from school for a sleepover. That was when I found out a little of what was
going to happen
with daddy although I didn't fully understand it.
Laying next to Natalie in sleeping bags in the famliyroom that night,
surrounded by 10 of my girlfriends from school, Natalie leaned over and whispered in
my ear.
"What daddy wants to do is to make you a woman, Julie. He says that
only lucky little girls with daddy's like him get to become women this way."
"What does that mean, Nat?" I asked.
"I can't tell you. Daddy said you had to find out for yourself. All I
can say is that it was kinda weird at first but then I really liked it. I think you
will too. After you
come back, we can talk all about it. Daddy said so."
I laid back down in my sleeping bag and stared at the ceiling. I
couldn't imagine what daddy could possibly do to make me a woman. I thought all I
had to do was grow
up. With that thought in my head, I drifted off to sleep bringing the next day and
the
trip with daddy closer.
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