It was only two weeks after my girlfriend Lauren and I moved in together that David came to live with us. He had run away several times from the childrens shelter he had been placed in three months ago after his single mother had been arrested for prostitution. Lauren had met him while doing volunteer work at the shelter, and she immediately took a liking to him. It was kind of hard not to. He was a real cute kid, brown hair and those dark, brown puppy-dog eyes that made it hard for anyone to say no to him. Anyway, she had been told about everything he had been through in the past few months, and immediately she decided that she wanted to do whatever she could for him. She had been on the list to be a foster parent for quite some time, but had always been turned down because she was single and they usually wanted the kids placed in two parent homes. Now that she and I were living together she decided that it wouldn't hurt asking if we could be his foster parents. The staff at the shelter knew both of us pretty well and thought that we would be perfect for him, and Lauren brought him home that night.
I didn't know anything about David until I came home from work that evening. Lauren met me at the door. "I've got a surprise to tell you," she said with a big smile.
I had no idea what she could have possibly had for me, and she took me by the hand and led me into the kitchen. There for the first time I saw David. He was seated at the kitchen table eating. She proceeded to explain to me who he was, and how she had persuaded the shelter to let us be his foster parents.
Lauren and I had talked about being foster parents one day if the opportunity ever came along, but I always thought that it would be for a baby waiting to be adopted. David was ten, and I had no idea how to raise a 10-year-old kid, especially one I had never seen before. I did have my concerns, but I knew how excited Lauren was over the idea of actually having a child to care for, even if he was a little older than we expected, so I decided that we would give it a try to see how it went.
David was quite a handful right from the start. It didn't take me long to realize that we had taken on more than we could handle. But Lauren kept telling me we needed to give it some time and things would generally begin to work out once the three of us got used to each other. I had my doubts.
During the first few days David did everything he could to get on our one last nerve. Luckily Lauren was there to keep me from going insane and tearing the little brat apart. This was expecially true when I was working on some plans for work that I had brought home from the weekend and David had set a glass of kool-aid down next to them - not a problem. He then proceeded to bounce a soccer ball up and down on the kitchen floor, and yes, moments later the ball had made its way to the glass knocking it over and spilling the kool-aid all over my work. I immediately went off on him and began yelling. Lauren immediately came to his rescue.
"Rick, take it easy, he's just a little boy," she told me.
"Look at this!" I exclaimed, pointing to the kool-aid all over the table.
"I'm sure he didn't do it on purpose," she said. Then she turned to David. "But I have told you not to play with the ball in the house because something like this could happen, so I think you should go to your room for a little while to think about what you did."
"Do I have to?" he whined.
"Yes David," Lauren told him sternly, yet calmly. "Now go on. I'll be in there in a little while, and then if you promise to behave you can come out."
David grudgedly went off to his room while I cleaned up the table. All the hard work I had done was destroyed, and I was pretty upset. Lauren did her best to calm me down. It was a half-hour later when David was allowed out of his room, after promising to be good. He slowly made his way over to me.
"I'm sorry," he said with a sad look, and then he came and put his arms around my waist. Just the look on his little face was enough to melt anyone's heart.
"I know you are," I told him as I ran my hand through his hair. "But from now on I want you to listen to us when we tell you not to do something. Okay?" He nodded.
Things continued on the same way for the rest of the weekend, but I was able to handle things in a more tolerable manner rather than going off on David. It was Lauren who seemed to become more exasperated with each mishap of his. That evening I had to go to my office to drop some things off for my manager and then I went immediately home. I was only gone for a little over an hour. As soon as I walked in the door I heard some commotion from David's bedroom. I walked down the hallway to see what was going on and looked in his room. There I saw Lauren seated in a chair with David sprawled across her lap, pants and underwear down around his ankles. She was spanking his bare bottom with her hand, and he was kicking and crying. She stopped as soon as she saw me in the doorway and rested her hand on his rear.
"He was playing with the ball again in the house and when I tried to send him to his room he refused," she explained to me. "So now I'm punishing him for it."
She resumed smacking his upturned butt, and once again he started kicking his legs and howling. His bottom was very red and she was really giving it to him good. She finally stood him up and he began hopping around, rubbing his glowing, red bottom. He was really crying hard and Lauren stood up from the chair.
"You deal with him now," she told me, and I could tell she was quite worn out.
I walked over to him and reached for his shirt and pulled it up over his head and off. He was rather an independent kid, and it was the first time either Lauren and I had seen him naked. He didn't seem to care now about his nakedness, for all he could concentrate on was his stinging bottom. I picked him up and sat him on the edge of his bed, and then I pulled of his shoes, pants and underwear. I then sat there with him until he settled down.
"Come with me so I can give you a bath," I told him.
I walked him off to the bathroom. His behind was very red, and I could tell that he was a bit sore. He used the toilet while I turned the water on in the bath, and I waited for him to finish before having him get in. He was still sniffling a little when he sat down and I began to gently splash water all over him. I had him stand up and then after lathering my hands full of soap I began to rub the lather on him from head to toe paying extra attention to his small penis and between his butt crack. He looked a little mortified as I touched him most private areas, but he didn't say on word.
"David, weren't you told not to play with the ball in the house again after what happened this afternoon?" I asked him as I continued to wash him.
He nodded.
"I'm very dissappointed that you disobeyed after being told not to do something and continuing to do it," I told him. "After your bath I'm going to going to give your little fanny another spanking myself."
"Noooooo!" he whined.
"I'm sorry David, but you need to learn a lesson from this," I said as I lifted him out of the tub.
I only dried him off a little and then led him back to his bedroom. He was a bit reluctant, but I didn't have any touble getting him to his room. I sat down in the chair, hauled the naked boy across my knees, and proceeded to give him a good butt-rub while I lectured.
"I hope you learn a lesson from this," I told him, and then I raised my hand and brought it down hard across the center of his bottom.
David immediately began to cry hard while I repeatedly swat him. His bottom was still very red from the spanking Lauren had given him, and my hand only added to it. Both his buns were dark red from top to bottom when I finished, and when I stood him up he hopped around once again, holdiing his very sore bottom. I then put his pj's on him and put him to bed where he continued to sob.
to be continued: