New Life Part Two


by Anonymous

I hugged my grandmother and cried.

I had never been to the airport. Our village was so far from it that I had rarely seen a plane.

Mother told me to be brave and she held my hand.

My new father said that I would enjoy the trip although it was over nine hours in the air. I was nervous. I noticed that there was only one other boy of about my age on the plane. He was from my fathers country, returning after a holiday in my country. he was a fat boy, unlike me. I was average height and slim. I wondered if all the boys were fat whare my new father came from.

During the flight I sat in between my new father and my mother. We talked about a lot of things and this was when my mother asked me to call my new father Daddy.

I thought this was ok and from that day until I was 16 that it what I called him. I soon forgot my nerves and before we knew it we arrived in the country that is now my home.

It was cold.

Daddy drove us for about a hour until we arrived in the town where I would now live.

I was tired and it was dark on the drive so I could not see anything. I sat alone in the back of the car. I had been in cars sometimes but this was still a thrill for me.

Daddy looked at me sometimes in his mirror and I remember him smiling so I would smile back at him.

I was asleep when we reached the house and I awoke in my fathers arms, climbing the stairs. He helped me undress down to my underpants and then put me in bed.

I cannot remember any more about that first evening in the house that I was to share with the man who would spank my bare bottom hard almost every night for the next six years.


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