My question is regarding my son's complexion. He is 17 years old and I am his mother. He has an awfully dusky brownish skin colour which I hate. I am so much fairer than him that people often question me how can I be his mother being so fair and him being so brown skinned. His arms, legs and cheeks seem to be the most tanned areas although his entire body is irritatingly suntanned to me. I have applied sunscreen on him but it didn't work. I don't allow him to wear shorts outside but still his legs seem to be as suntanned as ever. Let me narrate today's incident. I was coming home by walking when I spotted my son sitting near the lake. He was wearing short dresses including a white sleeveless under vest and very short shorts which even barely covers his thighs. That made me angry. While I was coming to him, some boys kicked him so hard from the back that he fell into the dirty waters of the lake. When he came up being drenched wet, he saw me but before complaining to me about the boys, I too slapped his cheek so hard that he again fell into the dirty waters! we all laughed at him. When he now got up from the waters, he asked me, "why did you beat me so hard? I said, "your short dresses need no explanation of beating you up! come to my home fast! he initially refused to come as he knew he would be beaten by me. But I didn't leave him. I slapped him again and again hard and tight on his cheeks that he fell on the ground again and again. And so in that fashion by slapping him I took him to my home. By the time we reached home, he was crying and saying sorry and his cheeks were having the red fingerprints of mine, which were red hot with my slaps! I threw him into the room and simply asked him, "didn't I tell you not to wear these short pants and sleeveless vests outside? It doesn't look good for a brownish tanned boy to wear these kinds of dresses. He begged forgiveness but I refused. So I offered to beat him up badly. I closed the door and started beating him really mercilessly. I kicked his legs, smacked him and scratched his limbs and back, till I myself got exhausted. He was lying down on the floor crying. But after a few minutes when he again came to me, I did all that I could do to him. I shouted at him, "today, I will beat you to die! I will kill you, you brown boy! and I burnt his arm and took my cane and whip. I made him all naked excepting wearing an underwear and caned and whipped him up. By the time my torture and beating was finished, he was almost unconscious and his heart was pounding badly. I pitied on him as he was bleeding badly with his legs being so scratched deep that his bone could be even seen. I have beaten him not for his brownish tanned complexion but for his short dresses which I hate.