She really scared us when she told us she had turned off the electric fence planning to climb over it for a walk in the forest. She couldn't climb the fence fortunately but we realized that if she really got desperate she would. Lance asked her how she had turned off the fence.
Oh I couldn't find the switch so I just turned off all the power at the main switch box. Our landlord showed me how to do it because he was tired of coming over to reset the circuit breakers. My mom was always plugging in too many things at once and popping the breakers."
We punished her for turning off the switch with the excuse that she could have caused the food to spoil in the refer and freezer. I stayed with her that night and she told me she could be very happy living there if she could just have a friend. Yeah sure, Like I should kidnap someone to be her friend.
The next day one of the teachers asked me if I knew why Shirley was not in school. I told him I did not know her that well but thought I had better check to make sure that he would be told she left town if he checked. I checked with the neighbors on both sides of her. They didn't know any detail except they just left evidentally to beat the landlord out of his back rent. Just to make real sure I stopped at the house behind hers. It was really a hovel. At least Shirley kept their shack fairly clean. A big unshaven man opened the door wearing a dirty undershirt. He scratched himself all the time I was talking to him. At my question about Shirley he said,
"I never paid any attention to those people. The old lady was a drunk and dragged loud drunk truck drivers home with her. I think Janie knew Shirley. Janie! Get your lazy ass in here."
A girl about sixteen appeared with tousled blonde hair wearing a large black dress buttoned to her neck and with sleeves to her wrists. The hem of the dress was just above her raggy sneakers.
She told me Shirley's mother was going to marry a truck- driver and she told her that if the Landlord asked, they were going to Canada. She hadn't seen them leave.
The man said impatiently "Okay! End of story. Get your ass started on your run. You had better be real sweaty when you get back."
She got a scared look on her face and ran out the door.
This was the girl Shirley had told me about! I noted the direction she was running thanked the man for the information and got in my car to follow her. I caught up with her in about three blocks. I opened the window on her side and told her to get in so I could talk to her.
"No I can't. I have to run. If I am not back in fifteen minutes real sweaty I will be punished."
"You can just run faster later, get in. We can drink a coke and talk." That appealed to her so she got in saying she couldn't stay long. I wanted to hear about her punishments so I invented a huge lie.
"Hey I don't blame you. My folks take down my pants and spank me with a strap for any little thing I do wrong."
"You don't know how lucky you are. At least you have a car to drive and have nice clothes. Mom and Dad have always spanked me but until dad's brother moved in it was always on my clothes. Dad only works once in a while when a contractor needs help and mom just works part time at a 7 Eleven. So they needed him to help pay the rent. One night when mom was working they had me bring them beers. When I opened Dad's some of it squirted out on him. He got real mad and said I needed a spanking. I leaned over the kitchen table like I always do but his brother pulled my dress up because he thought I wouldn't even feel it through all my clothes. It was really embarrassing. They patted my bottom and talked to each other about me being a big girl and having a good butt for spanking. They gave me the worst spanking I ever had. To make it worse they made me give them a kiss and thank them for the spanking and had me stand in a corner holding up my dress so they could see my red bottom after they had pulled the seat between my cheeks." I broke in to say I knew just how that was because I had to do it too. Then I asked her if they ever whipped her naked."
"Oh yes! You too? The first time it happened I had just finished taking a bath when dad yelled at me to come to the kitchen. I put on my bathrobe and went to him. He said, 'This place is a mess! Why didn't you wash the dishes?' I told him I was going to do them as soon as I got out of the tub but this wasn't good enough. I leaned over the table and his brother took some rope out of his pocket and tied my wrists to the legs. They pulled the bathrobe clear over my head so I was stark naked on the table. then they used their belts to stripe me from my thighs to my shoulder blades. They were standing on both sides of me and when they hit my back the end of their belts would hit the sides of my stomach and boobies.
When they were done they tied my arms to my sides by running ropes from my crotch to my arms. The rope cut into my crotch just terrible. Then they had me stand in the corner again. but every minute they would have me turn around so they could see my front as well as my back. When I faced them they told me I had to stand up straight. and if my stomach was not sucked in enough to satisfy them they would whip it with their belts.
This was just terrible so I told mom. She was no help at all. She just told me that Dad didn't want me to be wayward because she had been wayward, got pregnant with me and they had to drop out of school to work to support me. She said I should understand why he might resent me sometimes for causing him so much trouble and then said we couldn't get along without his brother's money and that I shouldn't feel bad about being naked because we were all family.
Since then it has gotten worse. Now I always have to get naked and they hang me from the ceiling fan so they can stripe my whole body."
She hesitated a minute then continued, Last week Dad gave me a bunch of leather strips and told me to braid them together to make a handle. I have to keep it under my pillow and bring it to them and ask them to whip me. The last time instead of having me kiss their lips they made me kiss and lick the things they pee out of till the things spit on me."
"Why don't you run away?
She looked scared. Dad said if I tried to run away he would beat me till I died! Besides, I don't have any money or anywhere to go. I have been saving all the change I find around the house. When I save twenty dollars I will run away."
"How much have you saved."
She said proudly, "I already have four dollars and thirty one cents."
"Look I am going to run away too. I have a car and lots of money and a friend in California that can get us jobs."
"Gee I will have to think about it. Dad may want to kill you too. And I have been told never to owe anyone for anything."
"Tell me the truth! It excites you to get naked and whipped by those men. Doesn't it?"
She blushed and then answered, "You too? But it is getting less exciting and more painful. every time they hurt me a little more."
"Do you always run at the same time?"
"Just on wednesdays, fridays, and Saturdays. Those are the nights Mom works and they always start me running at six in the evening when she goes to work. When I get back if I am not sweaty enough they whip me. I am never sweaty enough."
"Alright you think about it. If you decide you want to go I will be waiting for you at six next friday at the next intersection. Leave a note under your pillow that you are going to hitch hike to Canada to stay with Shirley and her Mom. I am sure Shirley really went to California because one of your neighbors saw California plates on the truck."