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I pushed harder and faster and my daughter's voice grew louder, high pitched with fear. She gripped the chains as tight as she could manage, just as I told her to. She begged me to stop and she definitely wasn't enjoying it any longer. Too bad for her, I was just getting into my rhythm, my hands catching and releasing in metronomic timing, just below her ass. Tears were now streaming down her innocent little face and she squeeled in anxiety. She never had it like this before..
Eventually I finished up, exhausted. Then she went and told my wife about the whole ordeal.
We threw the swing set out.
Never, ever criticize someone until you have walked a mile in their shoes........for at that point they will be a mile away. And you'll have their shoes !