I was always very dependent as a little kid. I suppose this may have been to my mom being a bit over-protective. My dad had left before I was born because he didn't want the responsibility of a child, and that left my mom to raise me on her own. Sure she dated some, but nothing ever serious, and most of them split the minute they found out she had a kid.
When I was five my mom met Rick. Despite the fact that I was pretty young, I was old enough to make the decision that I didn't like him one bit. I also felt that his feelings of me weren't much better. He was always over at the house every night, and the only attention he ever paid toward me was to complain about something I did or was doing. I had only been out of diapers for a short time, and still wore them at night, and he really made a big deal out of that and called me a baby. I was pretty scared of him, and I did whatever I could to avoid him and stay close to my mom when he was over.
One night after my mom had gotten me ready for bed she had to go out to the store and buy some Pampers since I had wet the last one, which I was wearing at the time. I had to stay home with Rick during that time, and just like he did every evening he vacuumed the main room which never seemed to stay clean, and then he settled down in front of the television. I had gotten out a big bag of potato chips and then went into watch t. v. also.
"You better make sure you don't get crumbs all over the place if you're going to eat those in here," he told me in a stern voice.
I paid no attention to him. I tried to open the bag with my little hands, but it was real hard. I pulled as hard as I could, and finally the bag wripped open and chips flew all over the place.
"God-dammit David, what did I just tell you?" Rick angrily yelled. "You better start listening to me because the next time you don't do as I say I'm going to bust your bottom!"
This last threat became glued in my mind right then. In fact, I was petrified. To me to bust something meant to break something, and I took this threat meaning that if I upset him again he would break my bottom. I even tried to imagine what a broken bottom would look like. I had never been spanked in my life before. The only experience I had with spanking was at my daycare center after a little three-year-old boy threw a toy at another boy. The little boy's pants were yanked down and his tiny, bare bottom was smacked over and over, fast and hard. I also remembered the boy screaming at the top of his lungs, and as I watched I had hoped that this would never happen to me.
Mom came home, but had to go back out for some reason I can't remember. Anyway, she asked Rick to give me a bath and put me to bed. He took me into the bathroom, removed my wet diaper and sat me in the tub. I complained that the water was too hot, but he told me to sit there and be quiet. He used his hands to wash my entire body, even my tiny penis and butt-crack. He even pushed his fingertip through my anus which caused me to squirm a bit. I was sitting there in the tub while he was rubbing my tummy, and all of a sudden a stream of pee arched up and back down into the water.
"You little _s_h_i_t_!" he yelled as he grabbed my penis and balls tightly in his hand. "That's it, I'm gonna spank the crap out of you!"
He yanked me out of the tub and roughly dried me off. He then grabbed my arm and dragged me off to my bedroom. He sat on my bed, and then he pulled my naked, little body right over his lap. He began to spank me immediately with his hand. I was only five and honestly thought I was gonna die. I mean, this wasn't the usual spanking where you pull down a kid's pants and spank his bare bottom so that it's red. He was spanking me as hard as he could, and it was definately the most pain I had ever felt. I was crying and kicking and screaming with all my might, but he just kept spanking me over and over. Finally it was over.
I never talked to my mom about this experience, but I think she knew that something had happened. I never saw Rick again.