The easiest thing for a man to hear is when your girl calls you and says, ‘My father’s an asshole. I have to get out of here.’ Then he knows he’s got her. You don’t even have to take her anywhere. She’s just happy that you showed up for her at all. When I was 12, my girlfriends and I sneaked in to see "An Officer and a Gentleman," a movie that explicitly depicts Debra Winger and Richard Gere having sex. It was the first sexual encounter I had ever seen outside of my father's bed, and it was tremendously erotic for me. Even at home with my mother, I would crawl into her bed to sleep at night. Meanwhile, at Dad's house, the abuse continued. I'd go to sleep, genuinely fall asleep, and he'd get in bed. I'd wake up and feel his warm skin, his erection against my bottom, his breathing in my ear, the slight scent of Budweiser on his breath. One afternoon, there was a spanking after a sexual encounter and the link between sex and shame became permanent in my brain. I believed that I had let the sex happen, and that it was my fault; I believed that I was the bad one. Two Pieces of Candy: Having been caught stealing from the 7-11 she is taken home by her father who spanks her in front of the whole family. Later, she is sent to do corner time. If the “last straw” happened in front of Dad, though, you might hardly see the belt coming off. You wouldn’t think a man could remove his belt that fast… it was like the belt loops were greased or something. Usually 2–3 hard swats that would be remembered for more than a day.

The Glamour Shots: When Alyssa persuades her father to pay for her high school graduation pictures, she takes advantage of the situation and has explicit glamour shots taken as well, spending a lot of his money in the process. When her father discovers the revealing images, he is furious, and Alyssa soon finds herself on the wrong end of his hand and paddle. The Monitor is a peculiar little publication that’s hard for the world to figure out. We’re run by a church, but we’re not only for church members and we’re not about converting people. We’re known as being fair even as the world becomes as polarized as at any time since the newspaper’s founding in 1908. About a year ago, I happened upon this statement about the Monitor in the Harvard Business Review – under the charming heading of “do things that don’t interest you”: Switched!: Whilst Sara is being driven home from school by her mother, having been suspended, a freak of nature occurs and mother and daughter find themselves in each others' body! Sara is due to be punished when her father gets home, but who is actually going to get spanked now?But the sex itself wasn't necessarily enjoyable for me. I wanted the sex, no doubt, but I also used it to keep feeling ashamed. I was casual and cavalier about having sex, refused to take it seriously -- and as a result ended up feeling awful about some of the sexual choices I made. Other times, the routine was different. He would work up to things slowly. We'd be wrestling, rough-housing playfully, maybe in the living room, and he would casually, repeatedly touch my vagina through my clothes. Later in bed he would hold me close and we'd laugh. He'd ask, "Who's my No. 1 girl?" And he would touch me under my nightgown, and I would like it. The Report Card: Since Katie's mother died, she feels the only time she gets her father's attention is when she is in trouble. And she is certainly in trouble now, not only for failing grades, but for forging his signature on her report card. She has his attention now, but it's not really the kind that she wants.

I thought the beating was excessive. If my daughter was missing for three days, I’d be angry, but I’d be more relieved she was alive. Clearly, if she felt she could leave for three days at that age, there’s something going on at home. He needs to beat himself because he lost control a long time ago.Somebody has a pull on her that her parents haven’t been able to replicate or respect. She was out looking for love. The first thing you can do to combat that, is give her a hug. If she knows she’s going to get her ass beat, then she was probably like, ‘Let me call my boyfriend, he’ll give me a hug.’ Somebody’s going to give the girl a hug. I’d rather it be man than the other man. Many things that end up” being meaningful, writes social scientist Joseph Grenny, “have come from conference workshops, articles, or online videos that began as a chore and ended with an insight. My work in Kenya, for example, was heavily influenced by a Christian Science Monitor article I had forced myself to read 10 years earlier. Sometimes, we call things ‘boring’ simply because they lie outside the box we are currently in.” Life can be difficult for teenage girls, especially when you have a very strict daddy, only too happy to spank for the slightest misdemeanour! This collection of daddy spanks daughter stories features the following tales: Around the same time, I initiated a phone sex relationship with Mr. Bernard, the neighborhood "perv." He lived alone; he was normal looking, maybe 60 years old. I don't know how we kids knew he was a "perv" -- it was just common knowledge, information passed along, as many things were, by the older, wiser sisters of my peers. My friend Kathy's parents used to tell us, "Oh, leave him alone, he's just an old alcoholic man." But the wisdom of the sisters reigned supreme. At slumber parties, we would crank call him and scream "You're a perv!" into the phone. "We know what you do to little girls," we'd taunt, and then hang up.

Saum clarifies his views on spanking versus abuse when asked if witnessing a spanking, then offering your card, send a mixed message to kids. My childhood was fairly uneventful. I was brought up in a loving household and small, mostly-German farming community (and related to about half the people in some fashion or another). I was actually a pretty good child and did not suffer any brutality, but I was spanked more than once. With a single exception, I never did anything really malicious. I was just very curious and sometimes careless… and a kid. Leaves You Wondering: Regan is in big trouble. After a long afternoon of standing bare bottomed in the corner of the living room in full view of her siblings, she has to suffer the further indignity of being spanked over her dad's knee in front of everyone. Sent to her room, she then has to wait for a further spanking before bedtime.What some parents – and most kids – may find surprising is that any branch of law enforcement would offer to stand witness as a parent spanks their kid. Recently I read that national radio host Tom Leykis urged his male listeners to "hit on" female victims of incest and sexual abuse: "If you think that a woman's more likely to put out, or more likely to be good in bed because she has a history of abuse, is it wrong to try to find that out and then go for the gold?" At first I cringed in anger that the comment had been made, but then I cringed in shame, knowing that in some ways the comment described me. I had been promiscuous. I had gone out of my way to make sure that my lovers thought I was a talented sexual partner. My mom and I moved when I turned 13, into a new house where my father had never touched me and would never have the chance. I began sleeping in my own bed immediately, and I gave up my relationship with Mr. Bernard shortly thereafter. In my personal history, I administered a singular “pop on the diaper” when our first son tried repeatedly to jump overboard while we were under full sail on the boat we were living aboard. He got the message because mommy had never spanked him and never did again.