When I was a teen, my dad allowed my step-mom to abuse me mentally, and once she hit me. I was terrified of her. If I f***** up in any way, she’d make my life a living h***.
It was my habit to walk the short distance from the bathroom to my bedroom. Inadvertently, she had seen me naked.
I was briefly embarrassed, and then I understood the weapon I had at my disposal. My nudity.
I left my bedroom door open and allowed her to see me baked in the am when I was folding my laundry.
The second time, I let her see me naked and masturbating.
She was a cruel woman and I was willing to use anything I could to make her uncomfortable. I have never regretted my action.