Some time after the incident with Shane, HIS older brother nicknamed "Dinkey" decided he wanted in on the game too. My aunt Charlene had a glass table in the den area which had been broken some days before.
All of the kids were outside playing in the back yard of the apartment complex and charlene was at work. My mom was still gone.
Dinky approached me, much in the same manner as shane, only rather than freddy kruger the threat was
The wrath of my aunt.... I guess i should explain here, in my family, a whoopin was the worst thing anyone can experience. Extension chordes, belts, bare fist, anything that could cause the most pain was utilized. The spankins at time didnt end with a lesson, but rather bloodshed, if that. I guess whenever the adult let out whatever anger they had in them over what you had done. Breaking an expensive glass table was probably the equivalent of a normal child killing its sibling.
So "dinky" continued to taunt me with the prospect of telling Charlene that i was the one who had broken the table. I being me became hysterical, crying, swearing that i didnt break it. But he said he didnt care, someone had to get it. I pled with him. begging him not to tell her that i did it. I told him i'd do anything.
Perhaps, its natural that the older brother is more aggressive, but as i held on to dinky's leg crying, he kicked me. he pushed me down and he pulled off my pants. Unlike his brother i DO remember it hurting, worse than anything that up to then that i had experienced. I guess this is because, well... Dinky used a different hole...
Looking back, i swear he must have mistaken me for a grown woman the way that he was pushing in. When he was done, there was a stain on the carpet.. my blood. He said "you fuckin bitch" and got up and went into the bathroom, wiped himself clean, and tossed me a soapy towel and told me to clean it up. Afterwards, he told me to go up to my room. I craweled up the stairs, and went into the bathroom. i stuffed my underwared with toilet paper to catch the blood. Then i got into bed and cried myself to sleep praying my mom would come home and get me...
that evening, i was awoken to a belt across the face. Dinky had told charlene that i spilled juice on her carpet. Then a wack to the back, and a few more wherever she could land the hit. I tried to tell charlene what happened, but all i got out was "but charlene, dinky" before she hit me again and told me to shut up cause she didnt wanna listen to my lying ass. She was irate at the fact that the little bitch she took in when not even her own mother wanted her had broken her table. And She said i was lucky she didnt throw my ass in the streets. Then she left.
I didnt care about the whoopin. I was actually thankful..She was nice, she let me keep the covers on. I actually dont remember any other spanking where there was actual protective padding between me and the belt.