I got caught by my dad when I was 16 or 17. I was in my bedroom, door closed but not locked.
It was an ugly scene. You had to know my dad too. Back then he was one angry, stiff, rigid, distant sort of guy. Ex-military prisoner of war. When I was in 1st or 2nd grade he showed me this rusty knife he had cut a mans throat open with in combat and he saved as a souvenir. He grew up a ministers son-who use to beat his ass for just about every infraction. Was sometimes quite physical with me and my brothers (no not hugs) - threw me through a door once when I was in 5th grade (not out an open doorway, through a closed door). I did not masterbate again for probably 2 years. When I did I felt guilt and went many years without masterbating.