Without getting into a long story about my disfunctional family from the time I was 9 up until 13 I had to live with Ted who is my mothers cousin and my second cousin. He was like Hitler and for little or no reason would beat me with a leather belt at first making me pull down my pants and underware. As time went on things got much worse and I was petrified of him. He began making me strip naked first and would force me to strip in front of his girlfriend Helene and worst of all her daughter Ellen who was a teenager. There were many times he beat me so bad I fell on the floor crying and in pain. I was so humiliated by it I rarely talked around the house and embarrassed even sitting down at dinner in front of Helene and Ellen and couldn't look either right in the eyes. I didn't do well in school and became an introvert because of it and had very few friends those years. I was convinced he liked hurting me and intentionally humiliating me in front of his girlfriend and her daughter. Before he made me strip he would tell them to come into the room and tell them why he was punishing me. It is obvious to me now that he did this only to add to my humiliation when he would order me to undress. Before he made me bend over naked he would scold me making me stand there naked a few minutes and neither of them ever said anything to prevent me from being wiped. I think they to were afraid of Ted and he then would make me bend over clutching my ankles before he began whipping me with the belt. He hit me at least ten times and sometimes sent me to my room afterwards but sometimes would make stand in the corner of the kitchen for thirty or more minutes not allowing me to get dressed. I was 13 when I moved back with my mother and grandmother and my life got back to normal somewhat. I studied in school and went to college and the first chance I had to get my own apartment I moved out. Five years ago I was hired by a large manufacturing company and two years became an executive supervisor. About a year ago, to my astonishment I learned that Ted worked for the company, had a well paying job and only needed 6 years for a great retirement. Ted still doesn't know to this day that it was me who did away with his position. He fought it for awhile even getting a lawyer but after only a few months the company decision was final and I put him on the street. He saw me twice that I know of but never recognized me and I never once spoke to him. I used supervisors under me to do away with his department. In that department everyone kept their jobs because they were in the union which Ted wasn't and we had had guards escort him out of the factory. For at least three months I went to bed and woke up with the same smile on my face. I later learned through the gr**e vine that Ted was not very well like by many of the guys working in that department and most were glad he was gone. That SOB had turned me into a wimpy kid within weeks and had me so intimidated and fearful of him I was a nervous wreck over that time in my life. Paybacks are a bitch and I just wish I could do more to make that bastards life worse. Its a bit of satisfaction I cherish for a long time. Go to hell Ted.