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with surprising agility and catches me. I kick and bite and scream as they wrestle with me, ripping my pyjamas and dressing gown off my body. Then they drag me naked and kicking and screaming to my father’s room where they tie me to one of the posts of the bed.
    My stepmother produces a riding crop and they take turns in beating me. Both women are enraged by my impudence and the switch bites into my flesh across my buttocks and back, drawing blood and leaving thin angry welts.
    I cry and scream and beg for mercy but the beating continues until I sag unconscious against my restraints.
    When I come to, everything is dark and qui et. My body is on fire and my mouth is dry. I am confused, not knowing where I am. And gradually I begin to realize that I am locked in my father’s clothes cupboard in their bedroom. I can smell his cologne on the suits hanging from the rack above my head.
    I am not sure how long I am imprisoned there. Days drag by. I sleep fitfully and am desperate to urinate and eventually I pee and as the hours drag by, I am sitting and lying in my own wet stench.
    I can’t stop crying, overwhelmed by fear and thirst and hunger.
    Finally I hear a key in the lock and the cupboard door swings open. It is night time and my stepmother is standing naked before me. I cower away from her.
    She smiles down at me. “Have you learnt your lesson, boy?”
    I nod, my eyes well ing up with tears once more.
    “Speak up! I can’t hear you!”
    I startle with dread. “Yes,” I answer, my voice thin and trembling.
    “Yes what?”
    I don’t know what she wants me to say.
    “Are you speaking to a dog?” she screams. “Are you speaking to a servant? Yes what?”
    “Yes, mother,” I whisper.
    “I can’t hear you!”
    “Yes, mother,” I say louder.
    “That’s better!” She seems to relax and then pulls a face. “You stink. When your father comes home I will tell him that you deliberately pissed in his closet as an act of defiance against me. I will tell him that ’s why I was forced to beat you. The maid is my witness.”
    She took my nipple between her thumb and forefinger and twisted it savagely. “ You have made an enemy of me, boy. I warned you that you would regret it. Now, go and shower and report back here so that I can do an inspection and make sure you have cleaned yourself properly. Make sure to scrub your dirty penis and inside your bottom as I will look inside there as well. I will be inspecting everything.”
     
    An hour later I stand before her in fresh pyjamas, washed and clean and smelling of soap. My body is trembling with fear and my cheeks are stained with tears.
    “How am I to inspect your bod y if you’re wearing pyjamas? Take them off at once – unless you want another beating! Your father is away for another two weeks. I can easily lock you in the cupboard till then.”
    “No, please!” I begin , my lips trembling.
    “Not such as sullen, disobedient boy now, are you?” she said , and laughed mockingly. “You will soon learn to bend to my rules. You will know what it is to live under the hand of a strong-willed woman. Now take off your clothes!”
    I do as she says, shaking from head to toe.
    She sits naked on the side of her bed and tells me to come closer. I stand before her and she cups my underdeveloped prepubescent genitals in her hand and fondles me. My limp penis begins to harden pathetically under her ministrations.
    With her other hand she takes my hand and puts it on her private parts.
    She laughs. “Do you know what this is?”
    I shake my head, too afraid to speak.
    She spreads her legs for me to have a better look. “It’s called a woman’s vagina, but I prefer the word ‘cunt’. Have you ever seen a woman’s cunt before?”
    I shook my head.
    “Liar! I bet you have. I bet you’re just like all the other dirty little boys who love nothing more than drooling over pictures of naked women while fondling themselves. Would you like to touch your mother’s