I guess - the closest thing to that would be when I was over at Miss Stokes' house, a babysitter my Dad chose for me and my sister.
She was a really mean lady and used a 'switch,' a thin wiry branch she pulled from a tree, stripped of leaves and branches, and would SMACK us with it if we misbehaved.
My sister was staying over at her friend's so it was just me and two other girls, about 2-3 years older than me. I was 6-years old I think. Maybe 7.
One girl had dark hair, long, the other brunette, short.
I know I was messing with a peg-puzzle, fascinated by it, and the dark-haired girl kept saying she wanted to play with me. I said no. She said c'mon, it'll be fun. I said no. She finally gave up and they watched the TV Miss Stokes had in the room. Some kind of scary movie was playing but I was more interested in my peg puzzle.
Nighttime came and Miss Stokes turned out the light and said bedtime, notta peep. In a flash the dark-haired girl had wrapped her legs around the back of my neck and shoved me straight into her panties from the front, jambing her toes against my back.
I - was shocked, I had no idea what I was looking at - or supposed to, and I whimpered in fear mostly because I couldn't breathe in there. And then Miss Stokes came back in saying she forgot something and the same girl KICKED me in the head and I mean HARD back to where my sleeping roll was.
I cried out trying to say something along the lines of, she did - she was - but Miss Stokes smacked me with the switch and said, what you crying about you big baby, it's time for bed, you better not wail in the night or you'll get worse.
I looked at the girl with dark hair but she had already turned her back on me and rotated her sleeping roll away from me. After a moment I saw the other girl, the brunette, get out of her own sleeping roll and climb into the dark-haired girl's one. Then they giggled and whispered to each other in the night, but I slept, I was tired - and - my head hurt.
That was the first and last time I ever saw them. For in the morning I overslept and the parents had already picked up both girls, possibly sisters, because I was alone. Miss Stokes watched me quietly playing with the peg puzzle and said I was so well-behaved I deserved a treat, so for the first time ever, she brought me something to eat, and it was French Toast which of course was atrocious but I ate it down anyways.
Dad came to pick me up an hour later and that was the first time I had ever encountered a girl, but certainly not the last.