Ashland Manor - A Boy's Life Part I


by A.D.N.

I was in my fifteenth year when I was brought to Ashland Manor. I became an orphan only five months before then when my parents were killed in a plane accident. I had been living on the streets, stealing whatever money and food I could in order to survive. I had been caught several times, but it never became of anything. I was always back out on the street an hour later.

Ashland Manor was owned by Mr. Josiah Jenkins. He was in his late sixties, and was known as the richest man in Surrey (England). He had a large estate with several guest houses which provided living quarters for his servants. Known as a charitable man, he would offer room and board to teenagers who had no other place to go. The only thing expected of them was that they had to work, doing whatever chores needed to be done around the large estate. Anyway, this is how I became one of the 'Boy' servants at Mr. Jenkins' Ashland Manor.

I first met with Mr. Harlow, who managed the estate since Mr. Jenkins was no longer able to do so on his own. Mr. Harlow was a rather strict man, and his small, dark eyes had an evil look to him.

"You will be allowed to live here as long as you need to or up until your eighteenth birthday, whichever comes first," Mr. Harlow told me. Even his voice sounded eerie and evil. "While you are living here you will be expected to work each day at whatever chores you have been given to do. If you decide not to do the chores then you shall be punished, and very severely."

It was then time for me to receive a tour of the main house. It was definately the largest house I had ever seen. He showed me the game room, the living room, the dining room, and the kitchen where a number of servants were working preparing dinner. We then walked into another room where several maids were cleaning. In one corner of the room a small, crying, two-year-old boy lied across the knees of a maid, his buttocks had been bared, and were being lightly, yet firmly smacked by her open hand. I couldn't help staring at his reddened, baby bottom as it was spanked slowly again and again.

"That's Alex, Mr. Jenkin's grandson," Mr. Harlow informed me. "As you can see, no child here is exempt from punishment."

I was pretty dirty and had not showered in quite some time. My clothes were also ragged. Mr. Harlow decided I had best get a bath before meeting Mr. Jenkins. At the time a bath sounded real good.

In a large bathroom he ran the water in a large tub, and then he told me to strip naked. I felt a bit uncomfortable undressing in front of him, but I didn't resist. While I was in the tub he used a scrub brush on me to get all the dirt off. And he scrubbed hard. It hurt when he scrubbed my penis and scrotum with it. He thoroughly washed inbetween my bottom, and even used a small scrubber in my anus, which was real embarrassing, not to mention painful. I was dressed in some new clothes and taken back downstairs to the room where the maids had been cleaning to meet Mr. Jenkins. Little, 2-year-old Alex was still crying as he faced a corner with his pants still down, his tiny bottom now entirely bright red.

"So, this is the new boy?" Mr. Jenkins said as he looked me over.

"Yes sir, this is Andrew," Mr. Harlow replied.

"A rather small fellow, isn't he?" Jenkins asked.

"I'm sure he will be very capable of whatever work he is given," Harlow answered.

"Good," Jenkins said. "Now, why don't you go ahead and give him a small taste of what happens to boys here who don't work up to their full-potential."

"Gladly sir!" Harlow responded with an evil grin.

He sat down in the same chair where Alex's bottom had just been soundly spanked only minutes before. He turned me to face him and unfastened my new trousers. He pulled them and my shorts down just far enough to expose my backside. My privates were also exposed and I was thankful that I wasn't facing the maids. Them seeing my bottom was humiliation enough.

I was turned over Mr. Harlow's knees and a long, hard spanking began. I did my best to endure it, but it wasn't long before I was sobbing, just like Alex had been. The humiliation was great, but the pain was unbearable. I wondered if having a nice place to stay was worth all this. After my spanking my entire bottom was also very red.

"Let this just be a lesson to you," Mr. Harlow told me. "Next time it'll be the cane."


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