Jeremy had been in five different foster homes in three years. Each home had its ups and downs, but the worst part was that he never felt like a true family member in any of them. The same was true with the Peterson's, his new foster family. His new foster sisters always got their own way. Sarah who was ten and Kelly who was twelve were spoiled brats. Whenever something was wrong, Jeremy was always the first to be blamed. Luckily he was never punished.
Jeremy's fourteenth birthday was only three weeks after he was sent to live with the Peterson's. A few of his friends threw a small party for him. When he returned back home that evening Mr. Peterson could smell beer on his breath.
"You've been drinking, haven't you?" he sternly asked.
"I only had two beers," Jeremy replied.
"Jeremy, you know you are too young to drink, and I will not tolerate anyone living in my home who is under the age of twenty-one to drink," Mr. Peterson told him. "You will have to be punished for this."
Jeremy sat before the entire family as Mr. and Mrs. Peterson discussed how he should be punished. They debated on exactly what to do, since they had never punished him before.
"I think he should get a birthday spanking," Sarah suddenly suggested in a sarcastic voice.
The room suddenly became very quiet. "You know, maybe a spanking isn't such a bad idea," Mr. Peterson said.
"I agree," said Mrs. Peterson. "Maybe a spanking will cause him to think twice before doing something like this again."
Jeremy was completely mortified. "You're not really gonna spank me, are you?" he asked. "I'm too old."
"Yes I am Jeremy," replied Mr. Peterson. "I think getting your fanny spanked like a little boy will teach you to obey the rules."
"You brought it on yourself," Mrs. Peterson added.
"Jeremy, I am going to give you fifty swats with my hand, bare-bottom," Mr. Peterson told him.
"Can we watch?" Sarah asked with excitement.
"I will spank Jeremy in front of the family," he said. This made Jeremy even more mortified. It would be bad enough to get a spanking, but getting spanked in front of the two brats would be a hundred times worse. "Jeremy, come here."
Jeremy slowly walked over to Mr. Peterson. "I'm sorry for what I did," he solemnly told Mr. Peterson. "Can't you spank me in private?"
"Absolutely not!" Mr. Peterson replied. "You will be spanked right here and now, on your bare bottom, in front of the family."
Mr. Peterson reached for the button of Jeremy's jeans and unbuttoned them. He then unzipped them and pulled them down below his knees. Both of the girls watched closely, and he knew he would never hear the end of it. Never had he felt so humiliated in all his life. His step-father slid his fingers in the waistband of his underwear and slowly pulled them down. Jeremy now stood there entirely exposed. Mr. Peterson looked the boy over for a moment and saw the long forskin on his developing penis. He suddenly took the forskin firmly between his fingers and pushed it back, exposing the head of his _c_o_c_k_.
"Daddy touched his weenie!" Sarah loudly announced with a huge smile.
Mr. Peterson pulled Jeremy over his lap. He reached under, grabbed the boy's penis, and positioned it so that it hung between his legs, in full view to the others. He placed his hand on the small of Jeremy's back to hold him in place, and then with his other hand he began to rub his smooth, bare bottom. He then began to spank Jeremy.
It didn't take long for Jeremy to begin crying and squirming over Mr. Peterson's lap. His bottom quickly reddened as his foster dad's hand attacked it. Between Jeremy's sweaty butt-crack, Mr. Peterson's fingertips found his tight butthole and offered it a dozen sharp slaps. This caused the boy to really cry and kick. Sarah watched as Jeremy's penis wobbled up and down between her father's legs as he spanked him.
The spanking took quite some time, and afterwards Jeremy's bottom was entirely red. He was very sore too. Mr. Peterson lifted him from his lap and took Jeremy's penis between his fingers. Both girls watched excitedly as their dad handled the young boy's _c_o_c_k_. As he pulled the forskin back over the head of Jeremy's penis, Jeremy became hard. Mr. Peterson carressed the boy's penis and balls, and moments later Jeremy had his very first orgasm, right in his foster father's fondling hand. He wiped his hand and Jeremy's penis clean, and then patted the boy's bottom before pulling his pants and underwear back up.