I guess it is pretty ironic when you think about it. I ran away from home because of my Mom's boyfriend's demands of me and the fact my Mom was no help at all.

Dad left Mom when he caught her with another man. I couldn't blame him. She was a real slut! I had known she had seen other men when he was out of town because of his sales job but I didn't know how to tell him.

Eventually she began bringing men home. It embarrassed me terribly when I would open the door after school to find her and a man naked and making love in the living room. It didn't bother her a bit. She said I was fifteen and old enough to learn the facts of life.

When she was caught and Dad moved out I hoped I could go with him but the judge said since my Dad was out of town so much in his job I should stay with my Mom even though I told him what a slut she was. He said that it was understandable for her to look for companionship since Dad was gone so much and since Mom was so pretty he was sure she would soon settle down with a man that did not travel. He seemed to think everything was Dad's fault for not getting a job that would keep him home.

Dad was making good money so with child support and alimony Mom was actually better off than she was when married because Dad had kept her on a tight allowance.

It got bad for me right away. She was really mad because I had testified for Dad. As soon as we got home from court she began screaming at me, calling me an ungrateful bitch. I told her I didn't have to take shit from a slut and started to walk out to try to find Dad. I didn't have any other relatives to run to.

She hit me in my jaw! Not a slap but with her fist. I got real groggy and fell to the floor. While I sat there, dizzy, she jerked the belt out of her bathrobe and tied it around my wrists. She pulled me to my feet then stood on a chair to tie the end around our ceiling fan.

By the time my strength came back it was too late to do anything. I was stretched up by my arms and she had used other belts to tie my ankles to the legs of the dining room table so I couldn't even kick.

She screamed, "You little bitch! You will learn to respect and obey me if it kills you. I should have spanked you more when you were small but I can make up for that now."

She picked up a scissors! I was really scared I thought she was going to stab me with them but she used it to cut off my skirt and panties leaving me nude from my waist down.

I had always been modest. Dad had never let me wear mini- skirts because they were slutty and I agreed with him. Hanging there in the bright light with my legs spread so I could see my pussy in the mirror on the wall was terribly humiliating.

She began spanking my butt with her hand while she screamed, "This is all your fault. I would never have married your limp- dicked Dad if he hadn't knocked me up with you. He was fairly horny until we were married then when I got big he lost interest and never got it back more than once a week. A woman needs more than that."

My butt was really beginning to burn and sting. That and the humiliation made me cry but she wasn't satisfied.

She said, "Shit this is hurting me more than you. Your nerves are buried in that fat ass."

That wasn't true. My butt was only thirty-four inches it just looked big because my waist was so tiny. I knew she was jealous of my figure. She was real skinny with breasts smaller than mine and a flat butt instead of the nice round one I had inherited from Dad.

I was grateful my ordeal was over when she walked out but puzzled she left me hanging. When I heard her come back in the room I sobbed, "Please let me down. My shoulders hurt and it is embarressing to be so naked."

She walked around to face me and said, "Oh the poor baby is embarrassed. Now you know how I felt in court when you told everyone I slept around. Let's make you really embarrassed."

She picked up the scissors again and cut off my blouse and bra to make me totally naked.

I moaned, "How can you do this to your own daughter?"

"You aren't my daughter! You are an ungrateful bitch. I carried you for nine months and took care of you for years but you only showed affection for your dad. If you weren't such a great meal ticket I would throw you out in the street."

She bent over to pick up my panties and blouse saying, "I don't want you yelling and alarming the neighbors."

She jammed my panties into my mouth and tied the sleeve of my blouse around my head so I couldn't spit it out then cut off the rest of my blouse.

She told me that if I promised not to kick she would untie my legs from the table. This would let me get my legs together so I could hide my pussy so I nodded my head. She untied the ends going to the table legs then pushed the table out of the way.

I heard scraping noises behind me then she told me to spread my legs so she could slide Dads huge leather footstool under me. I thought she was going to let me sit on it so I spread my legs real wide to let her put it under me. When I was straddling it she suddenly grabbed the ends of the belts and tied them together under the footstool.

I sobbed again because now my legs were spread so wide I could see the lips of my pussy open slightly.

She said, "Since you miss your Dad so much I have something that will remind you of him."

She stepped in front of me swinging Dads big western belt he wore with jeans.

I stared at her fearfully realizing my spanking was not over.

She said, "It will be a lot better having you tied this way. I can watch your face when this hits."

She swung it to hit the side of my hip with the end coming around to "Snap!" against my butt cheek then backhanded to hit the other. The sting and burn was terrible causing me to scream through my nose.

She laughed! "Wow! That gets your attention a lot better than a little hand spanking."

She kept hitting me until my butt got a little numb. She must have noticed I was not screaming and fighting so hard because she began hitting my thighs to get me screaming again then worse began hitting my tender inner thighs frightenly close to my pussy. I must have passed out from this terrible pain.

When I woke up I was hanging from bicycle hooks she had taken from the garage to screw into the walls. My knees were bent so I stood to relieve the strain to my shoulders to face the corner of the walls like a naughty child.

My panties were out of my mouth and when I realized she was standing behind me I begged for water to relieve my dry mouth.

She laughed and said, "I thought you might be thirsty. I filled my douche bag for you. It is hanging on the wall by your tits and the nozzle is under your chin. When you want a drink just put the nozzle in your mouth and squeeze the bag with those big tits."

I knew the nozzle had been in her pussy and was sure she was not nice enough to wash it. I tried to ignore it but eventually my thirst was greater than my pride and I put the nozzle in my mouth sure that she had not washed it from the salty taste and pressed my breasts against it to shoot water in my mouth.

She laughed again at the humiliation and then said it was a long day and she was going to bed. She loosened the ropes enough for me to sit on the footstool. Eventually I went to sleep sitting on the stool with my forehead against the wall. I got little sleep because I would eventually slump back or to the side to have my arms jerked by the ropes to wake me.

In the morning she told me that she was going downtown and since she did not want me yelling I should stand up and take another drink before she gagged me again. I stood up to be humiliated again by sucking water out of her douche bag. My only consolation was that she gagged me by putting duct tape over my mouth that would not dry my mouth as bad as my panties and loosened the rope to tie my hands behind my back so I could lie on the floor. I was so tired I went to sleep right away.