My parents were killed a several years back in a car accident, and I'd been in care since then. All my other living relatives were very old, and living in retirement, and weren't interested in me. Sounds bad, and sure for the first few years it took a lot of getting used to, in fact my imagination of what foster parents were going to be like was a lot worse than the reality – I imagined a dickensean world of beatings and cold baths, and to a 12yo that's pretty scary.
As I said though, it wasn't like that and my foster parents were always very kind and nice people. As I approached 15 I had to move foster home, as my foster mother fell ill and was no longer able to look after me – so the social workers said anyway. So I was moved.
It was therefore with some trepidation that I got in the social workers car to be taken to my new foster parents. I had been told that they already looked after two boys – Nathan and Scott – 13 and 12 years old. Nathan I knew from school – although 2 years below me, he had a rep as a bit of a hard man and was always in trouble for fighting (and usually winning) with pretty much anyone in our school. Me – I'm more academic and kept my head down - so I was more nervous about moving in with him than meeting my new foster parents.
Anyway – both foster mum and dad turned out to be likeable, but very mousy type people – no wonder Nathan was such a problem. I was shown to my room – or I should say our room. Although it was a large room with 3 beds in, apparently we all had to share. My foster dad also seemed to take great pleasure in telling me that this was pretty much a last resort, as I would have had to move away from our town if they weren't able to take me in. Great! It wasn't a threat as such, but it was kind of said by way of explaining why things weren't so nice as my last house.
My bed was the only tidy one – the other lads had obviously no time for bed making. So I put my stuff away in the empty cupboard and went down to talk to my foster parents a bit more. I mentioned that I knew Nathan from school, and joked that he was always in trouble, expecting them to laugh along with a shrug, however they both turned on me – foster mother getting particularly worked up about what a misunderstood good lad he was, always doing his best for them and his foster brother, happy to share his home with boys who had no home!
MMmmm! Could this be the same Nathan – the nasty bit of work always scrapping?! I certainly had my wires crossed in assuming Nathan was a foster boy too, but nevertheless, parents are usually happy to admit if they have a black sheep – regardless of love.
There was a bit of awkward silence for a bit as I considered my faux-pas, only really broken by the arrival of Scott, a short, red haired lad, impish type lad, looking kind of nervous. He immediately became a little more relaxed when he was asked of he had seen Nathan (he hadn't). I say short – he was just a little shorter than my 5'8, so I'm no giant either. Anyway we shook hands shyly, and he went upstairs to get changed out of his sports kit.
I was getting a bit nervous myself about Nathan – Scott's reaction didn't inspire me at all. It's a shame, as I was looking forward to having brothers – albeit foster ones, having always been an only child. This however, was going to get some getting used to. Nathan arrives shortly after, and apart from glaring at me – went over and kissed his mother and ignored me completely. It was only when his mum pointed me out as the new foster boy, and pretty much forced my hand into his, that he acknowledged my presence. He asked if Scott hand got home yet, and then went upstairs to join him – with a strange grin on his face.
My foster mother then showed me around. I made the mistake during the tour of calling her Jean, and I could see her stiffen – so I knew that wasn't right – but I was too shy to ask what else I should call her – I made a mental note to ask Nathan. It started to get very strange when, as were moving around downstairs, I could hear the sound of slapping and yelling. To my untrained ear, I guessed that there was a spanking going on – wow! I had never been spanked in my life let alone lived in a house where boys were spanked. I wonder if Nathan was getting a beating by his dad!! However, as soon as I went into the lounge I realised I had leapt to a wrong assumption – as my foster dad was down reading the paper!!
No way! That could only mean that Nathan was spanking Scott! And nether one of his parents was raising an eyebrow! I had to ask! "Um, what do you think is going on up there!"
"I expect Scott is being spanked" said my foster mother matter of factly!
"What - by Nathan?!" I couldn't keep the incredulity out of my voice
"That's right – Nathan looks after Scott, it was on of the conditions that we allowed in exchange for Nathan sharing his space when Scott moved in. That way he keeps control of what happens in his room!"
Blimey! I could barely keep track of all the rules – I logged mealtimes, and the usual stuff about washing up rotas and the like. However, while they were both gentle creatures, they did seem very fixed and old fashioned about what was required. Boys not allowed to sit on the lounge furniture, bathing before bed time, and plenty that went in one ear and out the other.
"Um I am nearly 15 you know!" I reminded her
"While you are living here you'll fit in with the other boys – otherwise it makes life difficult all round!" Mmm this was getting worrying. What sort of place had I come to live!
We then went into the bedroom so I could be shown clothes washing arrangements. There I came across Scott in the corner, snivelling with his undies round his ankles – hand on head, bare red bum visible to all! Blimey!!
"Caught him in the Amusement Arcade" said Nathan by way of explanation, and his mum simply got on with showing me the laundry basket and stuff. I was then left with Nathan and Scott 'to get better acquainted'.
As soon as she had gone, Nathan growled "So you're Tim eh! Sad foster boy who nearly had to leave town!"
"Um I'm not sure it was like that" I stammered annoyed that I was being seen as some basket case.
"Well, that was about it – and my folks with their bleeding heart let you in here. Well you can see there's no space – and that's cause of you!" he said, prodding me in the chest for extra emphasis. "You best understand, that, as far as I'm concerned, you best not get in the way – I come first you understand! Same for Scott for that matter; he was here before you too, so we get first choice – right!!"
"Yeh well I'm sure we'll all do our best!" I tried smiling, but he was having none of it.
"You best mind me" he continued, "this is my house and wot I say goes!"
I didn't want a confrontation, but I was buggered if I was going to listen to him rant and rave like some brat. I was about to give him a few things to think on – but we were called down to dinner.
Nathan turned – tossed a pair of red shorts in Scott's direction, grunted something and stalked out downstairs. Scott turned and started to get undressed. "You best mind him- he's a mean one" he advised, his eyes still red "he is mad about you moving here! You know he'll beat you up if you get on the wrong side of him. Doesn't matter he's younger than you – he's still strong!"
I had to agree, he was if anything bigger than me too – and I know he had got the better in fights at school of many of my year – some of who had prized their ability with their fists. I watched Scott strip and pull on the red, almost shiny, nylon shorts that Nathan had thrown him. "What are you doing?!" I asked intrigued.
"Oh, if you gat a spanking, you have to wear the red shorts round the house for the rest of the day. It's to show you been bad! Its real bad if we have people over"
"Wot nothing else!?"
"Nope, and I have to do more corner time downstairs too! It's daddy's rules, not that I ever seen Nathan wear them, let alone get a spanking. He gets away wih murder – they both think he's an angel!"
"I kind of guessed – and you don't mind him spanking you?"
"Don't get a choice – and I kinda got used to it now – lived here for 4 years now." He replied, rubbing his bottom and looking over his shoulder in the mirror. "Man that's sore!" before pulling the shorts up. I was fascinated by his growth of pubes – their weren't many – but they were as red as his hair! Quite big dick too which surprised me. "Come on or we will both be in trouble!"
When we got downstairs, the meal was eaten in relative silence. Scott was of course asked why he was in the shorts.
"um cause I have been naughty daddy! Nathan caught me in the arcade!"
"And what happened?"
"I had my bottom spanked Sir!" answered Scott blushing as red as the shorts! That was pretty much it. After we finished, I had to wash up with Scott, while Nathan was sent up for his bath. It was still odd seeing Scott in just the shorts, but I gess that was why he had to wear them.
We were then sent up for our bath too. Nathan by now was finished and dressed in a t-shirt and shirts type of PJs. I indicated that Scott could go first, but Nathan piped u with his own idea. "No way dude – you can both get in together – we are not allowed to run another bath, and it will be cold else!"
"S'ok maybe I could shower!" I suggested.
"You see a shower! – We only got a bath! Get going!" Scott shucked his shorts and padded bare through to the Bathroom. Meanwhile, I had to square up to Nathan!
"Look man – drop the attitude. We got to live together, so be civil aright!" I started patiently. Before I could finish he gave me a massive punch in the belly – this had me doubled up. This was soon joined with a few punches to the face and head – and a shove sent me to the floor, where I was given a few kicks. It happened so quick I dint have a chance. I was rolling around gasping with shock as much as pain.
"Wanna take me on Tim? Or argue some more?!" he sneered. I could only shake my head. "Fine! Get naked and join Scotty!" utterly beaten, I composed myself, checked my nose for blood, and gingerly got to my feet. As I started to undress, Nathan obviously hadn't finished "See – you best not take me on, or I'll thump you good next time! What I say goes round here!" I suddenly was feeling rather shy as I got down to my undies, feeling a little awkward of being naked in front of the younger lad. "Hurry up and drop em! I want to see what you are packing!" he smiled evilly. Instead I calmly tuned my back and dropped them, and started walking away from him. Next thing I was flat on my belly being pushed to the floor! Moment's later tears were in my eyes as my balls were held in a vice like grip!
"You don't learn do you Tim!" he murmured, twisting my balls tighter. "Never try to get the better of me! Understand"
"Yeh yeh – gerrrroff!" I yelped in agony
"You listen to me in future and do what I say got it!" he demanded, twisting again
"Yeeooaaaaawwww yes - anything - pleeeease" I yelled
"Now get up and show me what your hiding!" he demanded releasing my balls. What a relief. Once again I found myself getting to my feet in pain. I turned slowly towards him.
Nathan sniggered gently "Can see why you were trying to hide it- clear off then and join Scott!" I shuffled off, humiliated and beaten.
I had to share a rather cold bath with Scott, and then after we got dressed in our PJs, we went down to watch TV. Scott by the way was only dressed in a PJ top, as he had to do his corner time. This apparently was always done like this. Meanwhile, while Scott stood bare assed in the corner, Nathan and I sat on the floor watching some police drama.
At 9pm we were all sent off to bed
Next morning all went rather uneventfully. Nathan left to go somewhere all morning, and I messed around with Scott. It was only in the afternoon it started to go badly wrong. Scott and I were in our room, Scott showing me his stamp collection, when Nathan breezed in with that evil grin on his face.
"Tim – what you been calling my Mum and Dad?" he asked, still grinning.
"Err by their names I guess" I responded, "Why they don't like it?" I asked generally interested.
"Mum is very upset actually. Says that it's an insult after all they done for you – told me to take it up with you. You call them Mummy and Daddy like Scott here – anything else is disrespect- you understand!!"
"Um sure – but that's a bit immature for me don't they think?!"
"Don't matter what you think – its what they want - and for what they are doing for you they don't need disrespect!"
"Ok Ok – mummy and daddy it is". I resented it to be honest – not only was it childish in the extreme, also they weren't my mum or dad. Still, anything for a quiet life.
"Good – now for your punishment – you get a spanking from me for disrespect!"
So that's why he was grinning. "No way – absolutely not! No way!" I stammered. Before I could get into another fight, I flounced off to find 'daddy'. I had to have this out with him. I found him in the kitchen.
"Nathan seems to think he's allowed to spank me but its not on!" I blurted out "He's a brat and he's younger than me – no way; no way!" I stammered on oblivious to how I was sounding.
My foster dad calmly put his paper down and looked at me "Son, Nathan is a good lad, and does his best for me. As for you, he is making space in his own room so you got a roof over your head. If it doesn't work out and you two can't get along, I'll just have to get hold of social services. Maybe they can find a new home for you somewhere else."
The threat was implicit "But getting on is one thing – him disciplining me is something else!" I whined.
"As I said, go back upstairs and sort this out with him. I made a deal with him that he could be in charge before I started fostering, so that boys like you would be looked after. If I have to get involved it will be much worse for you – understand! Just stay out of trouble and it wont be an issue." He finished, before picking up the paper.
Deflated I climbed back upstairs. I didn't have much choice as I didn't want to change schools – my friends were the only thing I had left. Moving foster home would mean starting up somewhere else from scratch. I went back in to our room.
"So you ready for your spanking now?" asked Nathan ironically, still grinning. Scott was sitting up on his bed equally amused.
" 'Daddy' said we had to come to an agreement – and this isn't on, besides how am I to know about _s_h_i_t_ like this!" I started
"Mmm you call disrespect '_s_h_i_t_'? you do need a spanking don't you! Sorry but that's what you are getting – unless you want me to bring Dad up?!"
"No I don't !" I said softly shaking my head.
"Good – then take off your jeans and stand over here!"
"But!........" what's the use! I slowly started to unbuckle my belt and unbutton them. I had never been spanked before, and this was not the intro I would have wished for. As I worked on the buttons I looked over the lad in front of me – who was grinning evilly – thinking through the humiliation about to come my way. Scott was equally interested, though I guess he was pleased another boy was on the scene to share the spankings with. I pulled of my Jeans and folded them on my bed and approached Nathan.
"You understand why you need your bottom spanked Tim?!" asked Nathan sarcastically
"because I was disrespectful" I responded mechanically
"Not to just anyone though! Who to?" he demanded
"your mum and dad!" I answered again
"NOO!" Tim got up and layed into the back of my legs with 3 hard slaps each side. Owch! "Try again!"
"because I was disrespectful to Mummy and daddy!" I tried again shocked at what happened
"That's right" he said, and with that I felt his fingers in the waistband of my undies as he pulled them slowly down. He left them at my knees and then pulled me over his lap. This was a strange feeling, being pulled over this boys lap, my dick against his jeans. My legs restricted by my own undies. As my own head went down I caught a last glimpse of Scott, who winked at me, pleased to see another bum getting it!
Nathan arranged his legs so my bum was nicely presented to him. "Please Nath! Don't spank me!" I tried suddenly finding my voice.
'Whaaapppp' was the response as my bottom felt its first whack. "You need this Tim, you're a bad lad!"
Whap, Whap, Whap, Whap. The slaps came fast and strong on each of my cheeks and the tops of my legs. It soon got uncomfy. And I was wriggling. Nathan held me fast though.
I was starting to sob by now completely unused to what was going on. Nathan jus mocked "Pathetic – even Scott takes it better than you – in fact maybe Scotty should spank the liddle boy!"
The spanking carried on till I openly was crying. My bum was on fire! I was begging, "Please no more - stop it!"
After a few more swots Nathan let me up and pushed me into the corner. "Stand here till you've stopped that ridiculous noise" he said pushing my hands to my head. "Scott – you best lend him your shorts, as we haven't got any for him yet! Tim if they don't fit – come down naked!! Anyway – I'll see you both downstairs. Scott make sure he stands there for at least 30mins otherwise you get a spanking too!" With that he stomped off.
"Told you not to mess with him Tim, now look what's happened, he can spank you anytime he chooses, and you cant do anything about it!"
"Shut up – just shut up!" I sulked
"He'll find any reason too – look at me yesterday – I only went in the arcade to give a mate some money I owed, but that's no good to me. My ass is still sore from that! What's worse he announced in front of my mates that he was going to spank me! They couldn't believe it – a guy pretty much the same age dishing out spankings! Imagine you explaining to your mates that a guy 2 years below you is in charge of spanking you!!"
"Please just leave me alone!" I said really sorry for myself.
"Awww don't be like that" said Scott rubbing my hot bum "You'll be watching me get a spanking soon, just get used to it. Face it - your just another boy who gets his bum spanked regularly!" it was something for me to get my head around!
The time was soon up and Scott tossed over his red shorts. I stripped and slowly pulled them up. They were tight, but not unwearable. Like Scott yesterday, I stopped and rubbed a bit before puling them up. I stared at myself in the mirror - a red eyed, spanked lad looked back at me. It was only 3pm, so I had to stay around the house; I parked myself in front of the TV watching kids programmes.
At about 4pm one of Scott's friends came over – and of course couldn't help notice me in red nylon shorts. I heard Scott explain "That's Tim who's living with us now. He's just had a bad spanking on his bottom from Nathan!" I could have died.
Over dinner I was asked why I was in shorts "because I was disrespectful to you and mummy. I had my bottom spanked!" I answered humbly. 'Daddy' winked at Nathan, which made me blush.
I was soon sent up to bath – first this time, while Scott and Nathan did dishes. They both shared the water after me – fair enough. This time I just went downstairs in my PJ top and stood in the corner all night. I was so embarrassed.
Sadly for me though, this is just the beginning. I have been spanked many times since this by Nathan, sometimes with Scott and sometimes have been really humiliated in the process. Maybe I'll tell you about them sometime.