Jason was going to be 12 years old soon and had already had enough with life. He had been in a long succession of foster homes and had had a bad time in all of them, not that he was mistreated in any way, it was the indifference that most gnawed away at him. Why the hell these people bothered to have foster children was beyond him, all he seemed to be was a disturbance a small boy in the way. So he had decided that he was going to leave; go somewhere, anywhere, anyplace where they would never find him, not the social services, not his foster parents, not anybody.
Jason was small for his age, about 4' 10" with fair hair, smooth skin and the most amazing blue eyes. Everybody he ever met was instantly struck by the colour of his eyes, more like a deep turquoise than your normal blue, as if they were bottomless. He had a face that most people would describe as angelic, as if he could do no wrong; which was exactly the contrary. The amount of scrapes he got into was quite staggering for one so young and he was very well known by the police. But, nobody cared he thought, he often wondered what it would be like to be with someone who actually cared, someone who would not put up with any of his nonsense and mischief, who would actually get round to doing something about it instead of threatening to, in short someone who would punish him, the most he got was being sent to his room or told to leave the house and get into mischief elsewhere.
He had just come from the house of his only friend, Benjy, and had witnessed Benjy's little brother Richard, who was 9 years old, being spanked by his father, he had broken one of his fathers prize marrows whilst riding in the garden on his bike, he fell off and landed on the enormous thing; crushing it. His father had grabbed hold of the boy by the arm, marched him to the lounge and sitting on a chair placed the boy over his knee and spanked him soundly with his hand on the seat of his grey school shorts for a good ten minutes.
"What have I told you about riding that bicycle in the garden ... well?"
Richards father was very angry but he didn't shout at the boy. Richard rubbed his eyes with bunched up little fists and stammered out "N ... N ... Not to Daddy" between sobs and sniffs.
"Exactly! Not to! Well this time young man you will learn. Benjy, go to my bedroom and fetch one of my slippers."
Benjy jumped up with a little grin on his face and ran upstairs to fetch his fathers carpet slipper, he had sampled the kiss of its leather sole many a time on his bare bottom and knew exactly how much it stung, though as he was 11 now and his father had graduated him to a large wooden oval Mason Pearson hairbrush which would reduce him to the state of a blubbing little five year old.
"Pleaseeeee Daddyyyyy, Ill never do it again ... honest ... I'll be good ... Promise" wailed Richard in the universal plea of all boys about to get a _d_a_m_n_ good spanking. "Not in front of Jason ... sniff."
His father took no notice, "You have behaved like a very naughty, very silly little boy and you will be punished like one and punished now, I don't care who is here!"
With that Benjy ran back in with a size 8 carpet slipper and handed it to his father. "Sit down over there with Jason, and don't you dare say a word or taunt your brother or I'll have Richard fetch the hairbrush for your backside, understood?"
"Yes Daddy" replied Benjy and obediently went and sat down next to his friend.
To Jason's amazement, he had never seen anyone spanked before, let alone felt a spanking himself, Richards father stood the boy up between his knees and gently pulled down Richards grey school shorts, revealing a pair of Star Wars briefs. Richard just sobbed quietly knowing that there was nothing he could do to avoid the slippering, then wailed as his father slid his fingers in the waist of his briefs and pulled them down to join his shorts around his knees. Jason just sat and looked at the little boys full round bottom which was a light shade of pink and felt his mouth go dry and strangely began to wonder why his little willy was beginning to stir.
"Now young man, you have been deliberately disobedient and acted like a very naughty little boy, well naughty little boys are spanked soundly, do you here me? And spanked on their bare bottoms."
With that he pulled Richard over both his knees and raised his right knee higher than his left knee so as to position Richards little bottom for a sound spanking. He then held Richard firmly about the waist with his left hand and placed the slipper on Richards little bottom. Richard flinched as the cool leather of the slipper touched his pink bottom.
He raised the slipper above his shoulder and brought it down sharply on the middle of the bottom. The slipper covered both his cheeks and Richard wailed. When he raised the slipper again to deliver the second swat Jason noticed that there was a white sole shaped splotch on Richards bottom which quickly turned a darker pink colour, he tried to swallow and looked at his friend Benjy who was also watching with a glint in his eye.
Richards father spanked methodically and well, he spanked the boy on the same spot three times then moved on to the left cheek, another three strokes with the slipper and on to the right, then the centre again. Richard was yelping with each smack of the slipper and began to kick his legs up and down as if he were back on his bicycle, all the time wailing and pleading for his daddy to stop, which he had no intention to until he was certain that the boy had learnt his lesson well. After about the 20th smack with the slipper, Richard tried to cover his bottom with his right hand and his father quickly grabbed the offending wrist and pinned it to the small of his back. Then began the lecturing as he continued to soundly spank his naughty little son.
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.
These were placed on Richards left cheek, on the sit upon part of his bottom, which elicited a rather loud yell from Richard.
"Will you disobey me again young man?" his father said to the writhing boy
"N ... N ... Noooooooo D ... D ... Daddy honisttttttttt" blubbed Richard.
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, came another five swats of the slipper, this time on the right cheek, again on the sit upon part of his little bottom. Richards bottom was now a very dark red and again Richard wailed. He thought this was never going to end.
"Will you ride your bicycle in the garden again?"
Richard just laid there hiccuping and trying to catch his breath. "No answer? Well"
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK,
These landed on the crease where the bottom meets the thigh and Richard tried to yelp but all he could do was open his mouth in a large oval as no sound would come out. He hicked and then in a continual wail shouted out "I promiseeeeeeeeee" and sobbed lustily.
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK,
The right crease was next and Richard could only manage to lie there sobbing silently.
"That was for my marrow", His father was an avid gardener and was going to enter that marrow in the county's show, it was a beauty he thought, three feet long and weighing in at almost 15 pounds. "And these are to make sure you have learnt you lesson"
He proceeded to spank the boy with the slipper on the top of his left leg ten times.
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.
Richard was too exhausted to kick or struggle and just laid there sobbing and crying like a very little boy.
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.
These were delivered to the top of the right leg and again Richard just lay there crying. His father dropped the slipper on the floor and began gently rubbing Richards bottom. His bottom was a deep red from the crown of his buttocks to the tops of his legs and very hot to the touch.
"There, there son, its all over now" said his father gently and Jason was surprised to see tears in Richards fathers eyes. He gently lifted up the boy and sat him on his knees making sure his bottom was between his legs and therefore not in contact with anything. He held his crying repentant little boy in a huge hug and gently rocked him back and forth whilst stroking the back of his head until the boy calmed down. Richard throw his arms around his fathers neck and clung on fiercely as he cried eliciting a gentle smile from his father.
"Now then Richard, I think you best go upstairs and get ready for bed, wash your face and all and Ill be up in a few minutes to tuck you in"
Richard got up and picking up his school shorts and briefs quietly went upstairs to get ready for bed. His father sat in his big chair, which only he could sit in and looked at Benjy and Jason. "Don't think your too old to be soundly spanked like your brother young man" he said to his oldest son and then to Jason, "I think you best be getting home son, its getting late".
Jason just sat there, his mind on overload. He had just seen his friends little brother spanked silly, for the first time he had seen someone spanked and couldn't quite understand it, instead of resentment from the little tyke all he saw was something he had never experienced, a great deal of love between father and son. He had a knot in his throat and felt like crying himself, as if he had missed out on something in his own life.
Jason stood up and felt quite light headed, a million things were running around in his mind, why didn't Richard hate his father after being spanked so soundly, why did he seem to love his father even more, then he thought, I wonder what that felt like. He was very puzzled, then he realised his own situation and said to himself, well I guess I'll never find out.
He got up and for the first time in his life he was more or less polite to someone.
"Yes sir, thanks for having me sir"
Benjy's father smiled at Jason and nodded the boy towards the door. Benjy accompanied Jason to the end of the front garden gate. As he walked down the garden path he turned and asked Benjy, "Why does your Dad spank you Benj?" the reply was one he wasn't expecting,
"Because he cares silly, and he loves us, he doesn't want us to be like the rest of the kids round here. Doesn't your father spank you too?"
"I haven't got a father" Jason frowned.
"What about your step dad?"
Jason made a snorting sound and said, "He couldn't give a _s_h_i_t_"
"I suppose" replied Benjy "My dad would spank the living daylights out of me if I said that word" and smiled. "See you tomorrow?"
"Er ... I don't know Benjy, I don't know what I'll be doing tomorrow."
Jason walked away rather slowly thinking of what he had witnessed, then thought of all the foster homes he had been in and silently wept as he thought of all the love he had missed out on. Suddenly he stopped in his tracks as he came to the beginning of his street, he clenched his teeth together and glared at his house, an angry rage building up inside him. Once again he thought, I've had enough, tomorrow I'm going where they'll never find me.
His mind set, he opened the front door and went into his house, his foster parents were sitting in front of the television watching some crappy soap opera and eating some God-awful microwave dinner. He stood there at the door to the sitting room but they didn't even bother to look up from their plates or from the television. He looked at them with a look of disgust, which they didn't see, and turned around and went up to his room to prepare for tomorrow and the first day of the rest his life. '_f_u_c_k_ 'em' he thought, '_f_u_c_k_ the lot of 'em'.
He went up to his room, pulled down a large Nike sports bag and began quietly making preparations.
(To be continued ... )
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