It was shortly after my thirteenth birthday when my mom died of breast cancer. I had no other relatives that I could stay with, and I was turned over to the custody of the state of New Hampshire. Most of the time social services would find foster homes for children, but that was only a temporary thing. For the time I needed something permanent, and I was turned over to the custody of The Hargrove Home for Boys. This was a large, Victorian, country home where about fifteen other boys lived ranging in age from six to fifteen. The boys waited to be adopted by a permanent family, but most of them never were.
Miss. Daley was head of the orphanage. She was a woman in her late fifties, and never having any children of her own she decided to open her own home to boys who had nowhere else to go. Now, some twenty years later, she was still taking homeless boys in. She was quite strict and old-fashioned, expecting the boys to show her respect.
"Come on, I'll show you around," she told me, minutes after I had been dropped off at the home by my caseworker. She first showed me the large den where several boys were hanging out. "Eric, get your feet off that table!" she sternly told one of them. The boy quickly moved his feet on to the floor. She then showed me into the kitchen and told me to help myself to anything, or Carman the cook could get whatever I needed.
We moved upstairs to where the bedrooms were. "We only have four bedrooms here, so you'll be sharing a room with a few of the others," she told me. We were in one of the bedrooms when I began hearing faint sounds of something going on in the bedroom next to us. "Come with me, I'll show you your room," Miss. Daley told me.
I followed Miss. Daley to the room where I had heard the sounds, which were now louder. She gave the closed door a quick rap and opened it. I followed her inside the room. In the center of the room sat a large man who was fiercely smacking the bare buttocks of a small boy who was draped across his lap. The boy was shrieking and wildly kicking his legs up and down. The man stopped for a moment, resting his hand on the boy's small, reddened bottom.
"This is Mr. Jergens. As you can see, he is the disciplinarian around here, so you will want to be on your best behavior while in his presence," Miss. Daley informed me. She looked at the young boy who was still over Mr. Jergans Lap, crying loudly. "Young Alex getting it again?" she asked with a slight smile.
"He'll learn his lesson sooner or later," Mr. Jergens replied. And with that he resumed to spanking the boy, who once again began shrieking and kicking. The man had his arm wrapped tightly around the Alex's small waist, and I noticed his hand had found the boy's small tool, firmly carressing it while he repeatedly slapped the boy's small buttocks.
Miss. Daley stood there until he stopped and Alex's little bottom was nearly purple. The boy quickly rose from his lap, went over to a bed, and buried his face into a pillow. "What can I do for you?" he turned and asked her.
"This is Ryan. He'll be with us for awhile," she told him. "When you get some free time can you give him the usual introduction?"
"Sure. I've got to step out for awhile but should be back in two hours or so," he replied. "You want me to take him through the entire introduction ritual?"
"Well, definately a spanking since its probably been awhile since he has had one, if ever," she told him. "I'm also going to want a sperm sample from him, so see what you can do about getting me that. And while you're at it give him a rectal exam."
Mr. Jergens nodded. "How old are you Ryan?" he asked.
"Thirteen," I replied.
"I'll call for him when I get back," he told her as he got up.
When Mr. Jergens had left Miss. Daley turned to me. "Why don't we go down and get you aquanted with the other boys while you're waiting for Mr. Jergens to return."
I followed her downstairs into the large den where we had been earlier. "Eric, I told you to take those feet of the table. You just earned yourself a date with Mr. Jergens!" she said. The other boys began to rib him and joke about it. "Any of you who wish to join him just keep it up!" she said.
Suddenly she had the boys attention. "This is Ryan," she said, placing her hands on my shoulders. "He's going to be staying here and I would like for you boys to make him feel welcome."
Miss. Daley then left the room. The boy she called Eric got up off the couch and came over to me. "Hi, I'm Eric," he said, holding out his hand. "How old are you?"
"Thirteen," I told him, shaking his hand.
"Cool. I'll be fourteen next week," he replied.
"Have you been here long?" I asked him.
"Going on four years," he replied. "I know it seems like it sucks now, but believe me, you'll get used to it and see it ain't so bad here."
Eric introduced me to the other boys in the room - Johnnie who was 10, Craig who was 12, and Justin who was 13.
"You see Mr. Jergens yet?" Justin asked me.
"Later on," I answered.
"That's the only bad part about this place," Justin replied.
"That old man's a pervert!" Craig said. "He spanks your ass black and blue and then jerks you off!"
"Yea, but that last part feels good and you know it," Eric answered him with a smile. Then he turned to me. "Don't worry about it. It's not as bad as it sounds."
"You got any hair on your dick?" Justin asked me.
I nodded, although I only had a little bit.
"The second Jergens saw a hair on my dick he shaved it off," Justin told me.
We talked a little bit more, and finally Miss. Daley came back in the room. "Ryan, it's time for your appointment," she told me. All the other boys wished me luck.
I followed Miss. Daley upstairs to the bedroom where Mr. Jergens waited. "He's all yours," she told him, leaving the room.
Mr. Jergens was sitting in the same chair where he had spanked Alex earlier. "Come over to me Ryan," he told me. I stood before him and he placed his hands on my hips. "So tell me Ryan, when is the last time your fanny was spanked?" he asked me.
I was a little embarrassed and began to blush. "When I was six," I replied..
"I see," he said. "Well, you do know that I am going to be spanking your fanny in a few moments, right?"
I slowly nodded.
"Good, but first I think we'll take care of some other things," he told me. "I'm going to pull your pants and underpants down, and I want you to leave your hands at your sides. You understand?"
I nodded.
"Good," he said. He unbuttoned my pants, unzipped them and pushed them down below my knees. He then slid his fingers in my underwear, tugging them down to meet my jeans. I stood there embarrassed and exposed, and a bit scared as well standing there before this strange man. He immediately opened a jar of vaseline and stuck his finger in and then pulled it out. "Turn around and lean forward with your hands on your knees."
I reluctantly did this. It was obvious what was coming next. He spread my butt cheeks apart and slid his finger all the way up inside me. It was very uncomfortable as he probed around. It seemed to last forever. "Feels like you need to use the toilet. Is that so?" he asked me.
I nodded, feeling very embarrassed. He shuffled me off to a bathroom across the hall and had me sit on the toilet while he watched. I felt totally mortified as I relieved myself in front of him.
"You all done now?" he asked after a few minutes.
I nodded and he motioned for me to stand. He held my arm while wiping me with toilet-paper, just like a little kid. He shuffled me back into the bedroom and sat back down. "Ok, it's time for your spanking," he said as he pulled me down across his knees. I felt his hand on my butt, rubbing it all over. "Raise your bottom!"
I did my best to stick my bottom upward. SMACK! His hand swiftly descended on my bare butt cheeks. It really seared my bottom quickly and I did my best to hold back the tears. But the smacks continued to fall hard against my unprotected behind and I was soon yelling and begging for him to stop. It did not stop, and I began to howl.
"Please stop!" I loudly cried. "Pleeeeze!!"
"You're learning what happens to naughty boys here," he told me. "Naughty boys get their fannies spanked!"
He continued to spank until my voice was hoarse from crying. He picked me up off his lap. My hands immediately went to my bottom and began to rub. He just as quickly grabbed my hands and planted a good whack on my bottom. "Keep your hands at your sides" he told me.
He waited there until I stopped crying, which was awhile, but he was patient. "Okay Ryan, you may now rub your bottom if you wish," he gently told me. My hands immediately went back, trying to rub some of the heat out. As I did so he took my penis in his hand and began to inspect it. I felt strange standing there while this man carressed my _c_o_c_k_. It felt good, but I was a bit nervous. Finally my penis became erect and he wrapped his fist around it and stroked it. Pumped it harder and harder and suddenly I felt something like never before. He took a small jar and held it over my penis. Seconds later my penis erupted and sperm shot out into the jar. He squeezed all the sperm out, and it really felt good. I forgot about the pain in my bottom.
"Okay, we are done," he said, pulling up my pants. "I hope you will remember this and take it for what its worth so that we don't meet each other too often in the future."
I nodded, but deep inside I couldn't help thinking that it was worth being spanked and probed if I could just feel that way again.
This series will be continued...