When I was 16, one of my girlfriends and I were heading to the lake one day to meet up with some other friends. We were running late when she got to my house. I had my string bikini on but that was it when I saw my younger brother and his friend walking up the street. I was wearing a g-string thong bottom and my stepdad had already hit the roof when he caught me wearing it one day and was forbidding me to wear it again.Earlier in the month he had already spanked my bare bottom (right in plain view of my younger brother and his 12-year old playmate – a boy I regularly babysat!) My mom didn’t care (about the bikini, that is) but she was away for the weekend. I didn’t want my brother to see me wearing it so I jumped in the car.Ashley, who had pulled off her shorts and top to show me her new bikini, also a thong, quickly threw her stuff in the trunk. I thought she grabbed my clothes too, that were in a bag in the driveway; but she thought I had thrown them in the backseat of her car. By the time I realized it, we decided it was too late to go back for my clothes less my brother see that I was wearing the forbidden bikini and tattle to our stepdad about it.We headed out and she knew I was a little embarrassed about being in a bikini in her convertible, so she took a back highway. I looked back and saw she had one of her t-shirts on the back seat so I reached over to grab it, got it but then lost it and it went flying out of the car. About 30 seconds later, we heard a siren.A state trooper pulled us over; he had seen the t-shirt go flying out of the car and thought oh, these girls must be stripping or something. Of course, then he saw we were wearing just bikinis and my explanation seemed to satisfy him until he asked to see both our IDs and Ashley’s vehicle registration and driver license (which was in her shorts in the trunk).It was embarrassing enough, given we were in thong bikinis. But then I knew I couldn’t produce my ID because my clothes weren’t in the trunk.As we got out of the car he asked if we had been drinking.We were both, ”No way!”But he made us walk up and down alongside the shoulder of the highway just the same. A few cars approached, honking their horns at us. Ashley made it worse by waving back and jiggling her boobs at them.Because he wanted to write us a ticket and I was the one who admitted losing the t-shirt in the wind and didn’t have an ID, he said he’d have to take me to a station and have my parents come with my ID and pick me up.I started to protest and but he said, “Don’t make me handcuff you. Because I will.”Then I started to plead and say he didn’t understand, that my mom was out of town and my stepdad would be furious seeing me like that and that he probably wouldn’t even wait until we got home before spanking me – as he had threatened to do if he caught me wearing this particular bikini.The patrolman sarcastically responded, “Good. I hope he does! The boys could use a little entertainment down at the station today.”He then added that maybe I should have thought of that before leaving the house with so little on, saying I should be ashamed of myself and that if I was his daughter he’d turn me over his knee just like I was dressed.As I blushed he handed Ashley her ID back, but she dropped it. She bent over to pick it up and within a few seconds, brakes were screeching and then BOOM!!!Then, a moment later there was another BOOM!A horn was sounding, stuck and blaring away and all three of us turned to see a three-car pile-up. Two drivers were soon getting out of their cars, one of them pointing at us while the other driver was swearing and cussing back at him.The patrolman then turned back to us and said, “Just go. Get back in your car and go before you get someone killed out here.”We were going, ”Oh, thank you, officer. Thank you so much. Have a nice day. Bye!”We got back in Ashley’s car and headed to the lake. My heart was pounding for about ten minutes before Ashley started laughing and that finally got me laughing. I had more laughs as we shared the story with our friends once we arrived at the lake.Unfortunately for me, when Ashley dropped me off at home at the end of the day my stepdad was able to figure out that I had disobeyed him. (This despite me leaving my bikini with Ashley and wearing only a towel on the way home.) This was compounded by the fact that, after being pressed about, I admitted to lying about what I had worn to the lake. There was no more laughing that night, except from my kid brother who quite happily watched me getting spanked on my bare bottom.
After hearing what happened to a 12-year old girl in Fridley, MN, I sure have no right to complain that I was diapered a number of times by my first-grade teacher. I had at least wet myself repeatedly in class, thereby providing a reasonable rationale for being diapered by her.
But this poor girl did nothing wrong. She was sent out to pick up trash throughout her neighborhood as a punishment by her mom and her loser boyfriend – wearing just a diaper.
Even more sadly than that fact is that among the 100 or more people who stood by watching (and probably laughing at her), only two of them acted like a human being, showing compassion. One young boy took pictures of the girl and then called police, showing the pics to them (thus evidence of the abuse). And one young woman got a baby blanket and did her best to help cover the exposed girl.
The mom was sentence to serve at least 90 days in jail before being eligible for parole. When they release her, they should send her out wearing nothing but a diaper and make her pick up trash like that for a year. (And it should go without saying the girl should be put in foster care.)
I originally published this on my blog at the Experience Project, December 4, 2012.
As I sit over a friend’s house, enjoying the warm weather, the pool and great food, I wanted to take a few minutes just to say ”thank you” to all those serving in our military and those veterans at home who may not be so fortunate as I, who might be sitting home alone remembering their buddies who didn’t come home as they did.
Their sacrifices have not been in vain – even though there is no amount of gratitude that could ever repay to them what they have given: their lives for my freedom.
To their families and loved ones, rest assured that their sacrifice is not remembered only by you but by everyone who cherishes and loves freedom.
I originally published this on my blog at the Experience Project, May 30, 2011.