My Granddaddy like to play with me. He called it reindeer games. As in, "Come on, cunt, I have a new reindeer game." The first such game i remember him playing was in the creek that ran by the house. When it rained heavily the water would get up pretty high in the creek. There was a beautiful old weeping willow that stood by the bank. We always played this game at night. First i had to strip off my clothes. If i didn't do this willingly, he would bite me until i did. When i finally gave in and complied, he would pitch me off the side of the bank, into the rushing water about 10 feet below. While i struggled to get out of the water he would break off willow switches. The longer it took me to get out of the water and cling to the side of the steep hill that ran back up to the bank, the more switches he would collect. Then he would lean over the side of the bank and whip my hands and back and ass as i struggled to pull myself up the hill. Inevitably i would loose my grip several times and plunge back into the rushing water. It was terrifying. The water would be in my nose and mouth. i was convinced i would drown. And, as soon as i pulled myself free the lashes would start. My hands would bleed. My back would be a fiery criss-cross of agony. When i was lucky at least one of the switches would become to frayed for use before i could get back up the bank. Usually, i was not. As soon as i would haul myself over the edge, i would drop exhausted by the effort and my fear. Then he would begin to berate me for my idiocy and clumsiness. "You stupid little cunt! How could you fall in the fucking creek? Look at you! You are filthy. I can't let you in the house like that! Now I'm going to have to teach you not to be so goddamn clumsy!" And then he would beat me with the rest of the willow switches. Each one lasted a fairly long time. By the time he was done i would be a mass of bloody welts from chest to crotch and shoulders to buttocks. Then he would give me another lecture. "Now look what you made me do! You are a mess. What a fucking worthless little cunt! Aren't you?" And, i would have to tell him i was a worthless cunt. And, i knew he was right. If i weren't, i'd be at home with my real parents. Once he had the admission from me, he would laugh, and say what a fun game it was. When he went back into the house... which i wasn't allowed to enter all muddy and bloody, i would crawl under the porch and try to sleep.
