My History Part 6


by Anonymous

Don't worry father, William called to his dad as he and I climbed the stairs to the top of the house which is where William had his bedroom and playroom. I was excityed as I had never seen a playroom before and I had not had a new friend of 16 before either.

Before he had left me, explaining that he would return for me at about 7.00pm my dad had warned me that as Mr Snell was an important customer of the bank I had better be a very good boy, polite and play nicely with Mr Snell's son, who he added was at a very expensive public school. I had no idea what that meant but took the warning very seriously.

I knew that a bad report would earn me a whacking when I he got me home and my bottom was still sore from the whacking he gave me two nights before.

William told me to climb the stairs in front of him. He told me that his part of the house wsas nice and private and that we could play in his playroom for a while before he would take me out to play football.

As we reached the toip of the hosue he opened a door in front of me and I walked inside. It was a huge room with a large window in the roof. He ha a ping pong table, a snooker table and a large table with the most fantastic train set I had ever seen. I must have been wide mouthed and William put his hand on my shoulder and said, ''Impressinve isnt it?.

''It sure is'', I replied''what shall we play?''.

''Well young Peter'' he replied '' how old are you''.

'I am nine, nearly ten'' I said proudly.

'That is young; the new boys at my school are 12 or 13 when they join....but you will probably do''.

I was not sure what he meant but then he suddenly announced ''We will play fathers and son.. come and stand in front of me young man''

I did not like the sound of this. William had suddenly gone all bossy and serious. I thought I was there to play nicely and have fun. I did not want to play this game.

''Come here Peter'' he repeated as he sat on a chair and half pulled me to him. His legs were parted and he held me in front of him. I lolked up at him in silence, I could not believe that this older boy, the son of one of my new adoptive fathers clients was beeing unkind to me.

''Mother tells me you have been a naughty little boy Peter....is that correct?''

'No 'I said ''I do not want to play this game please I don't'

''Listen'' Peter repleid, '' if you dont want to play I am going to tell my father to phone your dada dncome and take you home, then what will happen to you''he asked

''I will get punished'' I replied quietly looking down at my shoes sadly.

''Well then, isn't it better to play with me?''

''Ok but please don't punish me too much William'' I asked pleadingly.

''We'll see, now stand here with your hands at your sides.''

I stood as ordered.

''Mummy tells me that you have been a naughty litle boy Peter'' William started again.

I stood for a moment and then replied

''yes I have father''

William smiled an evil look at me. I could tell he had played this before, probably on new boys at his public school.

''And what must daddy do to his naughty boy?'' he asked.

''I don't know daddy'' I played along.

''Well they get their little bottoms smacked, don't they Peter'', he smiled again.

''I suppose so daddy'' I said.

'Take down your shorts then please'' William ordered. I did not want to so I sttod for some moments considering my options. Of course I had none so I undid the buttons on the top of my shotrs and unzipped them letting them fall to the florr. I was then told to pick them up and fold them. This was just like being at home but now I had a sixteen year old boy telling me I was going to get a hiding from him. I think I blushed as I bent and folded my shorts.

''Good boy, give them to me'' Wilian asked and I handed them over. Ge felt them. ''nice and warm still, that's good'' he remarked as he put them next to him on the chair.

Now come closer and turn around. I did so with my back to him, sort of knowing what would happen next.

''I am going to look at your bottom now, naughty little Peter'' he said and I felt his cold hands reach into the top of my underpants and pull the elasticated top away from my thin waist. Slowly he uncovered my bottom, easing the underpants over my bottom so that the elastic then snapped back against my thighs. I was cold and felt ashamed.

''As you have been such a naughty little boy a I am going to redden your bottom nicely for you'' William advised me.

''Now get over my kneee you naughty boy'' I had been over two mens knees since I was young. I had been over the heads knee many times in the orhanage but now I was going to be smacked by an older boy and I hadn't done anything wrong. I felt ashamed as I bent down and lay myself in position over Williams thighs.

''Good boy'' William remarked and I felt his hand rest on my naked bottom. He left it there for some time before suddenly

SLAP! I felt his hand slap the right side of my bum and felt a sting as it did so. He repeated quickly a series of hard slaps all on the same part of my bootom. I stareted to blubber and William shouted at me ''keep quiet while daddy is smacking or I'll do it faster and harder!''

''Please daddy, '' I sobbed ''I am only nine and my bottom hurts''

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, all on the same part of my bottom which was now stinging and hot.

''I will say when you have received sufficient smacks my boy'' SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

William stopped when I was crying. He started to rub the other side of my bottom that he had not hit and I thought he would start on that side so I continued to sob.

''You have a rather nice little bottom Peter...smaller that the new boys in my house but rater nice, nevertheless. I think we can be good play mates in the holidays. What do you say?''

''Yes Willaim'' I replied, my bottom smating in pain and not wanting to earn a repeat performance on the left side.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, again he smacked my hot and stinging right buttock hard''Yes what?'' he asked

''Yes daddy'' I answered. I felt him rubbing my left buttock gently

''That's a good boy Peter'' he said. ''Its not even red yet, naughty boy....and don't you dare talk back to me''

After he had had enough of smacking my bottom William told me I had to stand in the corner with my hands on my head until he said I could stop. I did so, still sobbing and with my bottom still hurting. Every so often William commented about how nice my bottom was and how it looked funny all red on one side and all white on the other. I suddenly wondered what would happen if my father decided to bath me when he got me home or if he took my pyjama trousers down to look at me while I was on all fours drying me hair in front of the fire in my bedroom. I hadn't thought to tell William that my father might see what he had done but I kept quiet for now.


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