Jamie didn't like the look of things as he entered his father's den. His dad, Phillip Worth, was sitting in the large leather chair by the fireplace with Mrs. Thompson, the new housekeeper, standing off to his left behind the chair. Mrs. Thompson stood very tall with her arms crossed over her chest. The smile on her face made Jamie want to shiver with dread. Seldom was she pleased enough to smile where Jamie was concerned. He quietly shut the large wooden door and stood just inside the den, swallowing hard, trying not to quiver and shake with his fright. He desperately tried not to think about what he had done to warrant this summons from his dad.
Jamie's dad called out to him,"Jamie, come over here and stand in front of me, son." He had not shouted, only spoke choosing each word carefully. Just the same Jamie jumped at the sound of his voice. Slowly, Jamie walked over to his father and stood directly before him. "Closer, Jamie," Phillip said a bit more forcefully. Jamie moved close enough to nearly tough his father's crossed legs with his own.
Jamie swallowed hard several times looking from his father to Mrs. Thompson. "You wanted me, dad?" Jamie asked softly.
"Mrs. Thompson tells me you have refused to take off your clothes in her presence or allow her to bathe you. She has also told me that you seem to have come to the conclusion that you are old enough to bathe yourself. Is this true son?" Phillip asked accompanied by a glare from Mrs. Thompson boring into him.
"Well, daddy.....I...ummmm, well........ahhhh," Jamie stammered, trying to come up with something in his defense.
"Well, what son?" Phillip asked emphasising each word.
"Well, daddy.....I am 13-years-old now....and....well, I'm a teenager now.....and.....well.....I think I am old enough to do that by myself now!" Jamie spoke the last part with anger creeping into his voice from embarrassment.
"I see," said Phillip. "And when, may I ask, did you become the partent, Jamie?"
"Sir?" Jamie asked somewhat startled.
Phillip uncrossed his lean, long legs and leaned forward towards his son, placing his face quite close to Jamie's. "I said, when did you become the parent, Jamie? I am the father and I will decide when you are old enough to anything, son. Do you understand that?" Phillip asked.
"Yes, Sir," Jamie stated quietly. He had always been fearful of his father even though he loved his dad and knew his dad loved him as well. Jamie's mother had always protected him from his dad. The divorce had seen to it that that would not be possible anylonger.
Phillip leaned back into his chair as he continued, "Jamie, even though Mrs. Thompason has been on staff only a short time does not mean she had any less power over you. And to teach you this point, I have instructed Mrs. Thompson on how you are to be treated by her and all the others on staff here. Since you seem to have a problem with being naked in Mrs. Thompson's presence, until futher notice by me, you will not be allowed to wear anything what so ever. You will be naked at al times."
Jamie blanched upon hearing his father's announcement. "Oh, nooooooo, daddy....please," Jamie pleaded.
"Hush Jamie. You have not heard all I have to say. Furthermore, Mrs. Thompson is to bathe you each and every day. I have told her to pay particular attention to your penis, scrotum, crack and rectum. She is to scrub these areas of your body with a small stiff brush. She may scrub you until she is satisfied, no matter how painful it may seem to you. If you insist upon making a big fuss over this, she has been instructed to spank you anywhere she chooses for as long as she wishes. Do you understand this, Jamie?"
Jamie could only shake his head up and down to show he had heard his father. "Answer me Jamie. Do you understand what I have told you so far?"
"Yes, daddy," Jamie said as he tried to swallow, but his throat had become too dry. The image of the two of them began wavered as his eyes began to fill with tears. He tried hard to not let his tears fall.
"Good. Now, when going about the house or grounds, should any of the staff feel you are doing anything that they feel needs correcting, they have all be instructed they are to stop you and punish you in any manner they see fit. You are to always speak very respectfully to them when done and thank them for taking the time to correct you. Should you choose not to, you will suffer, Jamie."
Jamie's tears have now begun to spill over and run silently down his cheeks and off his chin. It pleased his father to see this.
"Since we have established the rules about your bath time, I will to address the regulations concerning your other bathroom privileges. Until futher notice, they have all been revoked!" Phillip watched his son with this latest announcement and smiled inwardly on seeing the response this generated from Jamie. Jamie looked panicked! Jamie was desperately trying to understand what was going to happen now.
"Starting immediately, you will begin training in the control of your bladder and bowels. You will not be allowed to go to the bathroom without express permission being granted you by Mrs. Thompson or Mr. Liston, the tutor I have retained for your home education, since you will not be returning to you school. You are to politely ask permission when you feel the need to pee or move your bowels. They will determine whether or not it is time. Permission can be denied at anytime for any reason. It may be that it is felt you need to learn more control or perhaps they may just wish to watch you squirm and cry as you try to keep everything under control. But for whatever reason, you are not to lose control, Jamie. Mrs. Thompson is also a registered nurse and if you continuously insist upon having accidents, she will insert a catheter into your bladder and a plug into your rectum. There will be times when this will be done even though there had not been any accidents. You must understand one thing, Jamie. Anyone can do anything they will to you. You do not have the right to say no or to refuse anyone anything ever again!"
By this point Jamie had begun to cry and moan softly. "How could things have gotten to this point", he wondered. "How was he going to survive the embarrassement, the humiliation?"
"I have told Mrs. Thompson you are not to be allowed to get out of your bed in the mornings until she has said you can. Nor will you be allowed to empty your bladder or bowels until you have made your and her beds, picked up and straighted your room to her satisfaction and gone through a thorough inspection of your penis and rectum for any signs of leakage during the night. One of her duties is to make sure your penis and scrotum is kept a nice bright pink at all times. How she wishes to obtain this color is strictly up to her. I suspect she will accomplish this by either pinching, squeezing, swatting or repeatedly twisting them. I have left that completely up to her and Mr. Liston. However, you will endure it and you will learn to do so quietly. This is to continue throughout the day until you come before me each evening. Is this understood, Jamie?"
"Oh daddy.....why? Why are you doing this?" Jamie cried to his father.
"Because I love you and I enjoy seeing this and knowing it is happening to you, Jamie. Because I can. Do you understand, son?" Phillip said with a soft smile on his face.
"Yes, daddy," Jamie responded numbly.
"Good, now we can continue. Jamie, take off all your clothes, starting with your shoes and socks. As you remove each article, you will walk over, place them on the table by the door and then return here. Begin!"
Jamie's face turn several shades of pink as he hopelessly tried to figure out how he was going to endure everything. Jamie bent down and removed each of his shoes and socks. Phillip nodded his head in the direction of the table. Jamie turned and slowly walked over to it, deposited his shoes and socks on top and returned.
Phillip watched Jamie's movements with the excitement of a predator. "Now your shirt."
With shaking hands, Jamie unbuttoned each button, silently slipping it off his shoulders, walked over and placed it upon the table and returned to his position before his father and the housekeeper. Jamie felt faint and weak.
"Unfasten your pants and let them drop to the floor, Jamie."
Oh, how Jamie had hoped he would not have to hear those words. Jamie was shaking so badly he had difficulty unfastening his pants. As he felt the pants slowly slide down his legs, Jamie could feel his face becoming hotter and hotter. His hands, down by his sides, kept clenching and unclenching.
"You may step out of them and deposite them with the other clothes." Phillip said hoarsly.
Upon Jamie's return, Phillip with a lilt of humor in his voice says to him, "Now for the moment of truth, huh Jamie?" Jamie looked into his father's face and pleaded with him with his eyes. "It is time to see what you wanted to hide from Mrs. Thompson. Your underwear, take them off, Jamie. We want to see you naked. And Jamie," Phillip said with emphasis, "Don't make me have to repeat myself, son, understand?"
Jamie shook his head yes as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of his underwear. Oh, how he wished the floor would just open up and swallow him. Jamie did not know just how provocative he was at this very moment. With the sensuousness of an exotic dancer, Jamie began to wiggle his underwear down off his hips. Little by little his lower abdomen was revealed. His _c_o_c_k_ was being pushed down with the waistband of his underwear. Finally, slipping past the head of his _c_o_c_k_, it flopped free as Jamie bends over to pull them all the way down his legs. Stepping out of his underwear, Jamie picks them up and holds them as a barrier between himself and the other two in the room. Turning slowly, Jamie walks over to the table, conscious of his butt cheeks being closely watched. Being self conscious of this fact causes him to walk even more carefully. This carefully movement makes his butt cheeks flow even more smoothly in small figure 8's. Phillip's heart is pounding nearly as hard as his son's, only with excitment.
Jamie places his underwear on top of all the other clothes and takes a deep breath. Slowly he turns after placing his hands over his penis and scrotum, trying to conceal them. Jamie returns to stand before them both.
"Drop your hands, Jamie. You are never to conceal your penis, scrotum or butt from the view of anyone."
Jamie turns scarlet but slowly lowers his hands to his sides. Jamie lifts his eyes up only long enough to see the pleased look on his father's face and the look of excitment on Mrs. Thompson's face. Oh she was going to enjoy this new assignment!
"Mrs. Thompson, you will inspect Jamie now, if you please." Oh no.......Jamie thought with panic, please don't. Jamie wanted to cry out to his father. Jamie just stood there, frozen with a look of panic as he watched Mrs. Thompson walk around from behind the chair and approach him. "You don't know how much I have looked forward to this, boy!" Mrs. Thompson smirked with an evil gleam in her eyes.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" cried Jamie. Turning, he starts to take off, but does not get very far before Mrs. Thompson grabs his arm, twisting it up behind him, holding it up high. Frog marching him back to stand before his father, Mrs. Thompson keeps his arm pulled up painfully high.
"Okay, since you seem to not be able to just obey, let's see if a good old fashion over the lap spanking will help," Phillip quietly states. With that, Mrs. Thompson drags Jamie closer to his father. Phillip grabs Jamie's other arm and pulls him over his lap as Mrs. Thompson steps back slightly.
Phillip repositioned the boy over his knee and locked his leg over the boys legs. Holding him securely around the waist with his spare arm, Phillip raises his hand up before bringing it down hard upon the boys butt cheek.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! Jamie cries out with each and every swat. "Daddyyyyyyyyy, please, don't......please stop."
Phillip continued to smack all over the boys butt cheeks, the top, the bottoms, the middle. Stopping for a moment, Phillip begins to rub his hand over the hot smooth surface of the boys throbbing butt cheeks. "Mrs. Thompson, I wish for you to hold the boy's penis and scrotum tightly as I finish his spanking." Mrs. Thompson knelt down beside the father and son and reaching under the boy, grabbed the boys genitals with both hands and squeezed tightly.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, no, pleaseeeeeeee daddy, nooooooo, it hurts, pleaseeeeeeee," Jamie cried as he jerked and kicked his legs only causing more pain to his poor genitals. With this, Phillip continued his barriage upon the boy's bright red butt cheeks.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! Phillip continued to swat the boy until he just laid over his father's lap, crying loudly. This is what Phillip wanted, acceptance. After several more swats, Jamie's cries had turn into moans. Mrs. Thompson smiled over the boy's back at Phillip.
Phillip stopped suddenly and jerked the boy up off his lap. "Put your hands behind your head, Jamie. Look here, Mrs. Thompson. I do believe Jamie has begun to enjoy his treatment."
Jamie looked down at where both his father and the housekeeper were staring. To his horror, his _c_o_c_k_ was rock hard and oozing pre-cum from the tip. Jamie could not understand it. "I believe he is ready for his inspection, Mrs. Thompson."