I was four the first time I masturbated. I had seen a man's genitals by mistake and it scared me at the moment, but that night, somehow I made the connection with my pussy. The technique I stumbled on was the only one I used for about seven years. Laying on my stomach, I placed my middle fingers on either side of my pussy and squeezed, then crossed my legs and humped my pelvis up and down. I call it my missionary position.
I got caught in the act by my older sister, who asked what I was doing, told me never to do it again, and made me feel guilty. But after she left I got right back to it and had my first orgasm. I continued to pleasure myself cautiously on other occasions and always felt guilty afterwards until a few years ago, but, never got caught again.
The funny thing is, when I was a kid, there was a guy in a Santa suit that came around every year before Christmas, to officially check if we had been naughty or nice. He had a big book where all our deeds were recorded, both good and bad, so the adults said. The children in the house had to line up in front of him while he checked his book. That year, I thought I was busted for sure-but after checking his records, he said I had been a good girl. Boy, was I relieved he didn't spill the beans to the whole house. Merry Christmas everyone!