Bob a Job 3


by Rosewood

Mum, Sam and I moved in with Mr jones and Sam and I started to call him daddy. As I think I told you last time, Sam was very scared of our new daddy and whenever mum went out and daddy did the babysitting, sam would cry a lot and keep asking for mum. daddy got cross with sam's crying and sam had to go to his bedroom most of the time.

This meant that I had no one to play with and daddy said that, to stop me being bored, I should do chores. daddy had become like mum. now I had to do things like cleaning the bench every wek 'to keep it nice and clean'. Instead of getting money for it like I had before ( see part one), now I got the stick if daddy did not think the bench was clean enough. So by the time mum came home, sam and I were often in bed and we both had sore bottoms.

Before Mr Jones became my daddy he had paid me 5 bob just to look at my bare bottom. Now, as he told me often, he could whack my bottom any time he liked , for as long as he liked, for free. When uncle was at our house both he and daddy often joked about how Sam and I needed to have our 'naughty little bottoms' smacked a lot.

One morning when sam and I got out of bed to go and see mum and daddy in their bed for our cuddles ( daddy would always put his hands down the back of our sleeping shorts and feel our bottoms when he cuddled us so sam and i preferred mum) we were surprised to see mum packing a suitcase. She and daddy explained to me and sam that mum was going away for some rest. Sam and I cried but daddy looked firmly at me so I quickly stopped, fearing the worst. I knew that with mum gone, daddy would not need any excuse to send me to fetch his punishment stick.

Sam just kept crying and when mum left in the taxi Sam became so upset he cried and cried. Daddy telephoned uncle and when he arrived he told uncle to take me back to his house. It was school holidays but that was the first time I was made to get dressed in my school clothes to do my 'extra homework'. Uncle said I looked very handsome in my uniform. Although I was 11 now I was still in shorts as longs were optional and daddy had not let me wear them to school. About half the other boys in my class were also in shorts so it was not that bad. Daddy told uncle that he could make the day a fun one for me, playing schools. I did not think it was funny when uncle said that he would play a strict school master and that he would find a cane when we got to his house, so that he could make sure I learned my lessons. I was told that I would play the role of naughty schoolboy and uncle added 'you know what naughty schoolboys get dont you'' laughing loudly.

As uncle and I left our home for uncle's house, I could still hear sam screaming that he wanted mum. daddy shouted at him and I knew that with me and mum out of the house daddy would be smacking sam very hard.

At uncle's house I was told that in the afternoon we would be visiting a friend of uncle's and that I would wear my school uniform. Uncle's friend had a boy of about my age and we could play together. But first, uncle told me, I had to do my schoolwork. I did not have any books with me and i was told that today would be mainly spelling tests, and that and good neat handwriting were very important.

Uncle talked to me on the way to his house but I could not concentrate on what he was saying as my mind kept turning to thoughts of the cane I knew I would get from uncle. Uncle had told me on many occasions that although he liked smacking Sam's bottom , he liked my bottom more. I had not thought about my bottom before in my life but since getting a daddy it seemed to have become the most importrant part of my body.

That morning I failed my spelling tests and spent most of my time lying on uncle's bed with some pillows under my tummy and my shool shorts and pants around my ankles. Every time uncle hit my bottom with his cane it hurt and I cried. Every time when the burning got too much I tried to cover my bottom and uncle wouldxpull me over his knee and trap my hand, giving me lots of ectra smacks with a wooden clothes brush.

he did not care how much I cried, he just kept on whacking my sore bottom with the hard and heavy implement until I screamed that I was sorry for the mistakes and would learn them faster. Uncle's punishments were as bad as daddy's but he had complete control so there was nothing i could do.

After lunch with uncle we were to walk to his friends house. I was thinking about sam and worrying that he was OK. Then I asked uncle about my mum and he told me that mum had to go to hospital to rest.

That afternoon I shook hands with uncle's friend and met simon who was his son. Simon did not have a mum . He seemed very nice and we were allowed to play in his garden. They had a swimming pool and simon had his trunks on. Uncle told me that I could swim in my underpants which I did, but they stuck to my bottom. The men talked about how they could see the red marks on my bottom and laughed about what a lot of trouble young boys were to handle and I became quite self consious about it. AT that time it did not occur to me that I could have borrowed a pair of Simon's swimming trunks.

Simon told me that his dad spanked him and added that my new uncle had smacked him a lot also. We talked about football and school. Simon did not go to the same school as me so that was quite interesting. I told Simon that I had a brother and that our new daddy was not very nice sometimes and made me do many jobs around the house. Simon , who at 12 was a year older than me, was very friendly.

After a long talk we were called for tea and after that we were told that we would share a bath. Uncle and Simons dad both watched as we bathed and we both complained that we could bath ourselves. Simon and I both complained and were told that for our rudenes to our 'olders and betters', we would both be punished after our bath. I thought this was very unfair because, although I shared a bath wirh sam and washed his back when daddy told me to, I did not see why I had to wash Simons back. After all, we had only met that day.

Uncle suggested that he and Simon's dad 'swapped boys'. So, when uncle took Simon into his bedroom for punishment, I was taken by Simons dad to his room where I was told to lie across his lap to have my bottom smacked. As I had no clothes on I hated doing what I was told and also hated that Simons dad stroked and felt my bottom for a long time before giving me the fist of many hard fast smacks which left my bottom red and stinging like mad. I was told to go and show uncle my red bottom and as I entered Simon's room I saw that his bottom was very red after uncle's smacking.

As my underpants were still damp from the pool, uncle held tham as I walked back home to daddy's with my bottotm stinging under my grey school shorts.

daddy was pleased to hear all about my day and agreed with uncle that he could collect me thr next day. sam was aslepp, daddy said, asking uincle if I had been a good boy.

Uncle replied that I had been good and I was pleased about that as daddy had told me earlier in the day that he would smack my botttom 'hard'at bed time if I had not done as I was told. I dont think my poor bottom could have talken another session after the events of that day.


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