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The Birthday Party, part 1. It started when I was
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I would appreciate any feedback on this story from those that read it. It
is still a work in progress and this first part more or less sets the
stage and doesn't contain any sex.
The Birthday
part 1
It started the summer that I turned 9. It was 1972 and my father was
working as an engineer with Hewlit 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 homebut 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 concerened himself with. We would
always nod our heads in aknowldgement 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 pannaled study. It was big enough for his hugh 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 kitchenett 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 immediatly
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 wwoman, 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 controling 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 extracarricular 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 din'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 whispred 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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