My Ma got off on whipping me mercilessly. Ma whipped me with a strap until I bled. She lifted the prongs on the strap to create greater punishment. She'd beat me within an inch of my life. This occurred time after time from when I was four years old until I was sixteen and mature enough to stop her. She didn't care how much blood was on my face or head or arms and legs.

Most of the time, I didn't know why I was getting whipped. She loved to whip me. She didn't want sex with my Dad, so she got her rocks off...