My father had died when I was ten. He was involved in a multiple car accident on the motorway.
We had managed fine since then. My grandparents helped out when mum could not be around.
I was often in trouble but the wanrnings I got from mum that she would 'come and deal with me' when she sent me to my room after I had been bad rarely came to anything. The twins, my brothers, who were five years younger than me, kept mum so busy that I guess she just forgot about me sometimes. I would read comics in my room. It was a hassle not being allowed out to play but at least my bottom was kept safe. Other times , when she was really mad, she smacked my bare bottom with her hand but I just cried and told her how much it hurt, begged her to stop, and promised that I would be a good boy, and she fell for it.
I always made sure I looked really sorry for whatever I had done to upset her for much longer than was necessary.
I know she felt bad whenever she spanked me or the twins. We all played on that and basically got along fine.
Then he arrived.
I don't know what she saw in him. He was quite fat and the twins and I did not like him from the start.
There were a lot of new rules.
On the first day he moved in I was told by mum to come home from school without stopping to play with my friends.
She told me I had to stay in my school uniform until he told me I could change.
When he got home we had dinner. He kept telling the twins off and then let them leave the table before me.
I was sent to my room to read whilst mum got the twins ready for bed.
The house fell quiet and he came in and sat on my bed.
He ordered me to come to him, which I did, not wanting any trouble. He told me it was bath time.
I was horrified as he started to undo my tie and I backed away. He just looked coldly at me and told me to get back in place in front of him. I was humiliated as he undressed me but it got worse as he slid my underpants down and told me to step out of them. He held my white cotton briefs open and looked inside. I couldn't believe what was happening and I guess I just froze on the spot.
He pulled me close. I was twelve and standing there as he looked at my naked body.
He said things like ''turn this way' as he guided me to one side then the other. Then I had my back to him and he said 'very nice', he patted my bottom saying 'I think we will need a stick for this, won't we'' I relpied 'no'. He continued ''oh, I think we will and soon too'.
I was now becoming afaraid of him. He washed me in the bath. I had not been washed by another person for years.
Back in my room he dried me and gave me my pyjamas. He told me to comb my hair and that I could come down stairs to watch TV.
When I got downstairs mum said she was going to my grandparents for a while.
That when it all started.
The twins were in bed by then so it was just him and me. I sat quietly on the end of the sofa.
'Come here boy', he siad and seconds later I was lying across his lap, my body and legs lying along the edge of the sofa and my private parts on his lap.
He gently and slowly pulled my pyjamas down so I could feel the air on my bottom. I dared not do anything.
I suddenly felt a hard sting on the middle of my bottom. He beganslapping me hard. I must have moved, or wriggled, because he shouted at me to be still.
He punished me hard then, the slaps stung my bottom and a fire started to burn on my skin. I could not remember being smacked that hard ever in my life.
This time my tears were genuine. I was feeling a man's hand punishing my bottom.
When he had finished he let me lie there crying. He rubbed my bottom but it was stinging and hurt for a long time.
The next day I had to visit his dad's home and cut the grass. His dad encouraged him to braek a hazel switch from the bushes in his garden and after I cut the grass he whipped my bottom with the switch whilst his dad just laughed. Afterwards I had to remove my shorts and underpants as they both admired the marks on my bottom. His dad made many remarks about how it would be good to have a helpful boy in the family again. He joked that he would have to get his camera ready for the next time. I just looked down at the floor and cried as they made fun of me.
As I pulled my underwear up over my stinging and striped bottom, the man I would later have to call 'daddy' replied
'oh, didn't I mention it...there are two seven year olds back at the house. They are nice and slim like this one. I will bring them along tomorrow'.
'I'll cut some switches so they are ready for you'', the other man said.
My brothers and I were whipped at least once a week for years after that. He just invented reasons for punishing us.
The end.