My dad was until I was about ten. He and mom were about to lose the veggie & fruit farm where we lived and worked until a man that had been Dad's sarge in the army came into our lives. He was called a partner because he came up with the money to save the place. Though called a partner he was in fact completely in charge of everything, the farm, Dad, Mom, & me. He had been there less than a month when he first took a belt to my butt
(OK,I had it coming). He had been there just a few weeks when something started that seemed a little odd even to a ten year old. Two or three nights a week Dad would sleep in the extra bed in my room while 'Sarge' stayed in the bedroom with Mom, By the time he had been there a year, Sarge, mom and me would take 2 trips a year to visit Sarge's mother whom I was instructed to call grandma. I didn't mind because she was extremely kind to me and always told everyone I was her grandson. By the time we started visiting grandma Sarge & mom stayed in the sane bedroom full time. Dad stayed in the guest quarters where Sarge had stayed the first weeks he was there. By the time I was eleven I was told to call Sarge daddy and was told to call my biological dad by his name (James). This was a weird situation even by today's standards, in the early 60's, well let's just say there were lots stares and whisperings in the small town that was close by. There was no doubt that Sarge (Daddy) was in charge of Dad(James), Mom & me. Though I got spanked many times by my new daddy from age 11 until I was 19 I must say he was very loving to all of us and probably keep us from being homeless or on welfare. I know I got to do lots of things I doubt that I would have done had he not been a part of my life. Quite honestly I think everyone concerned had a better life because of him.
What describes your family best, dominance-wise?
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My dad was until I was about ten. He and mom were about to lose the veggie & fruit farm where we lived and worked until a man that had been Dad's sarge in the army came into our lives. He was called a partner because he came up with the money to save the place. Though called a partner he was in fact completely in charge of everything, the farm, Dad, Mom, & me. He had been there less than a month when he first took a belt to my butt
(OK,I had it coming). He had been there just a few weeks when something started that seemed a little odd even to a ten year old. Two or three nights a week Dad would sleep in the extra bed in my room while 'Sarge' stayed in the bedroom with Mom, By the time he had been there a year, Sarge, mom and me would take 2 trips a year to visit Sarge's mother whom I was instructed to call grandma. I didn't mind because she was extremely kind to me and always told everyone I was her grandson. By the time we started visiting grandma Sarge & mom stayed in the sane bedroom full time. Dad stayed in the guest quarters where Sarge had stayed the first weeks he was there. By the time I was eleven I was told to call Sarge daddy and was told to call my biological dad by his name (James). This was a weird situation even by today's standards, in the early 60's, well let's just say there were lots stares and whisperings in the small town that was close by. There was no doubt that Sarge (Daddy) was in charge of Dad(James), Mom & me. Though I got spanked many times by my new daddy from age 11 until I was 19 I must say he was very loving to all of us and probably keep us from being homeless or on welfare. I know I got to do lots of things I doubt that I would have done had he not been a part of my life. Quite honestly I think everyone concerned had a better life because of him.