And No One Stopped Them | Part 3
Unmotherly Love
Is there a love more cruel?
Squeezing my upper arm till it stung, my mother reached up under my dress with her other hand and roughly yanked off my panties. Tears rolled quietly down my cheeks; I knew what was coming next.
“No, Mummy! Please! Don’t!” I begged, as she picked me up and slammed me down on my back across her lap.
“Get those legs up!” she ordered.
“No! Please!” I cried. “I don’t want to!”
Grabbing both my ankles in one hand, she raised my feet till they were almost over my head.
I tried to push her hands away as she attempted to pull my legs apart.
Smack! Her hand stung my bare bottom. “Stop fighting me!” she ordered. “Lie still!”
But I couldn’t. I tried to get away. I squirmed and I pulled, I cried and I pleaded. “Mummy! No! Please!” I sobbed, pushing her hands away.
“Spread your legs for me! Now!” She forced them apart, pinching my skin while she was at it.
“You’re hurting me, Mummy! Ow! Ow!” I cried in my helplessness, knowing that just like every other time, she would not stop until she was good and ready. My stomach was churning; I thought I would be sick.
