Phil awoke with a start when the stewardess nudged him. "Please bring your seat up sir, we will be landing shortly," said the British Airways flight attendant walking up the aisle. The just turned fifteen-year-old youth had been asleep since the end of the movie on the nine-hour flight from Atlanta to London. As he came to, he felt like a knot was being tightened in his gut.
Three weeks ago he had been a care free teenager, hanging out and getting into mild mischief with his friends in Savannah Georgia, enjoying summer vacation between the ninth and tenth grade. His life came crashing down though, when his single mother had been killed suddenly in a car crash. He hadn't even been that close with her, they pretty much left each other alone, each doing their own thing, but it was a comfortable life.
Now he was on a plane heading to somewhere in England he had never heard of to live with an Uncle that he had never met. After the accident he was almost placed in foster care until a telegram from the Uncle had claimed him as family and stated that he would take him in. His mom had gotten pregnant from an U. S. Air Force enlisted guy when she was young, hence Phil's presence on the planet, and apparently that caused problems with their wealthy family. She moved to the states with his father, but the marriage did not last the test of time. After he got out of the service, his dad went out one night for diapers and never came back.
The wheels touching down on the runway caused Phil to snap back to the present. He was getting more nervous by the minute, not knowing what to expect. As he walked out of the jetway, he heard his name being called. He walked over to the airline employee who told him to follow her. He bypassed all the normal customs procedures and before he knew it, he had his passport stamped and his bags and was ushered into the main terminal to a large man in a black suit. He spoke to the airline employee.
"Sir Robert thanks you. He is very concerned about his nephew."
"No problem sir. Anything for Sir Robert." The perky employee said.
Phil was confused until the man introduced himself. "You must be Phillip. Welcome to England. I am Edward, your uncle's chauffeur, butler and all around right hand man. Your uncle regrets he couldn't be here to meet you in person, but he had a last minute meeting to attend to."
"Uh, oh, hi. Please call me Phil, that's what everyone else does." The bewildered kid answered. He followed the man out to huge Rolls Royce parked in a no parking area that the local police seemed to ignore in this case. A chauffeur? A butler? This guy must be loaded! Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all!
Edward just gave a knowing smile to Phil as he opened the back door of the car for him. He looked closer at the boy, who was around five foot six and might be a hundred pounds soaking wet. He had brown hair parted in the middle that almost touched his shoulders and a gold hoop in his left ear that set off his hazel eyes. The man noticed how he was dressed in what he could only assume was typical American Teenager, with baggy khaki pants and a T-shirt that was about three sizes too big and a pair of well-worn Adidas. After starting the car and heading into traffic, Edward talked to the boy over his shoulder, "Well I should warn you Phillip. Your uncle, Sir Robert is a very formal person and he expects the same from his children. You probably didn't know this, but you have two cousins, Jonathan who is sixteen and Charles who is thirteen. You will meet them tonight at dinner after you meet your Uncle. I think you might have some adjusting to do."
That was an understatement. Great, not only an Uncle that I have never met but cousins as well, thought Phil. He wondered what Edward meant by formal. The trip was catching up with him and he dozed while the car exited London and headed out to the English countryside.
He was woke up for the second time that day by a nudge, when Edward had to wake him up to get him out of the car. "Welcome to Ford Manor Phillip. Your uncle should be waiting in the study. Follow me, I will get your things later."
A groggy Phil followed the butler out of the car and he stopped dead in his tracks. He was staring at the biggest mansion he had ever seen! He had been sleeping so he didn't see the huge estate that took ten minutes to drive to the formal entrance of the Manor. "This is my uncles house?" he asked dumfounded.
Edward smiled to himself. The next few weeks would be interesting around here. "Yes Phillip, it has been in your family four hundreds of years. It is yours now too, but hurry up. Your uncle doesn't like to be kept waiting." He followed the manservant into the home and could not help but stare at all the expensive things lying around everywhere. This looked more like a museum than a house. After what seemed a quarter mile walk to Phil they came to a large set of double doors. Edward knocked on it softly three times. After a pause they heard a gruff "Enter."
Edward opened the doors and walked in. "Sir Robert, your nephew, Phillip."
Phil swallowed a lump in his throat and walked forward to meet his until now unknown Uncle. Sir Robert Ford was a tall man in his early forties. He stood over six feet and weighed a solid two hundred pounds without a shred of fat. He had black hair and brown eyes that seemed to read right into Phil's mind. When he took is Uncle's hand he had to fight not to squeal as the man's iron grip crushes his hand.
"So we finally meet. Pity it has to be under these circumstances Phillip, but your mother sullied the family reputation and was not allowed back on family land. I tried to meet you once when your father ran off, but my silly sister would have nothing of it. When I heard of the tragedy, I at once claimed you as my own." The man was no non sense, that's for sure thought Phil. "I have been going over your records young man, and I dare say we have a bit of work to do on you to get you caught up where a young gentleman in this family ought to be. We will discuss it more at dinner, but I could imagine you could use a bath and a nap eh?"
Phil didn't know if he should be mad, or embarrassed at his uncles assessment of his life up til now. He knew he wasn't the best student in the world, and somehow his Uncle already knew that. He did know that he did indeed need a shower and a nap though. "Yes sir. I am tired and I imagine I smell kind of bad. It was a long flight." He was being very careful how he spoke around this imposing man.
"Quite. Edward, show Phillip his new room and get him settled in, then come back here. We have some things to discuss before dinner."
"Yes Sir Robert." Edward ushered Phil out of the study and up to the second floor where the family quarters were. He opened the door to Phil's new bedroom. It was decorated very expensively with a huge four poster bed in the middle, but nothing about it said it was a teen's room. That didn't matter at the moment to Phil, all he wanted to do was bathe and sleep. Edward showed him his own private bathroom which delighted Phil until he saw that it only had a bathtub, and no shower. He hadn't taken a bath since he was a little kid! Edward left shortly after and Phil sat down on the bed and pulled off his clothes down to his boxer shorts. He laid back and was going to get up and start his bath, but jet lag took over and he fell fast asleep.
After Edward received his instructions from Sir Robert, he went to Phil's room to get him ready for dinner. Before he woke the still sleeping teen, he gathered up all Phil's clothes that were strewn about the floor and removed them. They would be thrown away along with the rest of the clothes that Phil had brought with him from the states. He then started a bath in the tub and woke up the boy.
Phil was startled, but felt much better after the nap. Edward told him to get in the tub and he would have some clothes ready for him to dress for dinner with. Phil was waiting for Edward to leave the room, but when he didn't, he just shrugged to himself and got up to go to the bathroom. He closed the door and peeled off his underwear and got in the tub. It felt weird at first, but he started scrubbing anyway. Just when he was getting into it the door opened and Edward walked in.
"Hey, what the _f_u_c_k_ do you think you're doing?" shrieked Phil without even thinking as he tried to cover himself with his washcloth. "I'm taking a bath for _s_h_i_t_ sakes!"
Edward looked down at the boy while picking up his dirty underwear. "You've got nothing I have not seen before Phillip, and don't use that kind of language or you will be in your Uncle's study over the stool! You are going to have to get used to having me around boy so just learn to live with it. I have placed your dinner clothes in the closet. As soon as you are done here, come out and I will assist you in dressing."
"I don't need you f, I mean I don't need your help dressing. I am fifteen years old!" Phil was almost screeching. What was going on here?
Edward just smiled and tousled Phil's hair. "Well I will be here if you need me. Make sure to wash everywhere. Your uncle in very strict about personal hygiene." He got up and left the blushing youth alone in the bathroom.
After makings sure he was extra clean, including washing his long hair that turned out to be harder than he thought it would, Phil got out of the tub and dried off. He came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and using another to dry his hair. Edward waited in a chair while Phil looked around for his luggage that he assumed Edward would have brought up but could not see it. He looked at Edward, "hey where are all my clothes?"
"If you mean the ones you brought with you, I was ordered to put throw them out. There was nothing in their suitable for you. I have also been instructed to give you a haircut before dinner, so if you would be so kind to sit down on this chair...." Edward stood up motioning to the chair.
"A haircut? I like my hair the way it is. You're not going to cut my hair! What do you mean you threw my clothes out! You can't do that, HEY!"
Phil was surprised how fast such a large man could move. Before he knew it he was being dragged by his ear over to the chair. "You are going to learn that I don't care to repeat myself Phillip, and I don't answer to little boys."
"OW! HEY, Let go! Ouch. All right all right, you can cut my stupid hair just let go!" Phil screamed as he was flung into the chair. Before he knew it, a sheet was tied around his neck and Edward was combing his long wet hair out.
"Sir Robert does not like his boys to look like girls. I am going to give you a proper boy's haircut. And speaking of girls, this will not do either." Phil felt his earring being yanked out of his earlobe. He remained silent and sulking while the butler did his work. Phil was horrified as his brown locks fell down around him. When he was finished, Edward put some kind of tonic in his hands and rubbed it into Phil's hair, then combed it with a part in the right side. When he was shown a mirror he almost started to cry. What had they done to him? What are they going to do?
Edward pulled the sheet off, taking care to keep most of the cut hair in it. "Your dinner clothes are hanging in the closet. You will find your undershorts in the top drawer, your socks in the second and undershirts in the third. Dinner is in fifteen minutes so hurry up. I will be right back." He left the room with the sheet.
Phil opened the top drawer and sucked in his breath when he looked inside it. Instead of his boxers there were nothing but briefs. Pale blue, yellow, and white briefs! He wanted to scream, but decided it was no use and pulled out a pair of the white ones and pulled them on, finding their fit quite snug. He sighed and pulled out a matching white vest out of the next drawer. The worst was yet to come, when to his horror, all the socks were either gray or dark blue things, and they were huge! He left them me for the moment and went to the closet where he saw a blazer with the family crest on the breast pocket, and white shirt hanging in the closet. A suit just to eat dinner? This was formal. When he pulled the blazer off the hanger though, his stomach knotted and his heart sank. Hanging under the blazer was a matching pair of pants. Short pants!
He was still staring at the shorts when Edward returned to the room. He stared at the boy standing in his underwear gaping at his new clothes. "Come on boy, we don't have all night. You uncle and cousins are waiting in the dining room for you right now. Hurry up!"
"There must be some mistake, I don't wear shorts like these. I wear pants with a suit. I would look like a total dwebe in these!" Phil whined.
"I don't know what a dwebe is young man, but you have about thirty seconds to get dressed or I will help you. If I have to help you, I will tell your uncle what a pain in the arse you are quickly becoming, which will translate directly to a pain in yours if you get my drift. Now hop to it boy!"
It took a second for Edward's threat to sink in and than he just laughed at the butler. "You wouldn't dare! If anyone lays a hand on me I will tell protective services!" Phil was pleased with himself.
It lasted about three seconds. With the same speed as before, Edward grabbed Phil by his ear and yanked him over to his bed. Phil found himself over the larger mans knee, with his undies yanked down to his ankles.
SMACK! "Ouch! Hey what the hell are you doing! You can't hit...."
"You are not, SMACK, in America, SMACK, any longer young man, SMACK, SMACK SMACK!
The butler warmed his hand on Phil's naked cheeks. "STOP IT, OUCH ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT!"
Ten minutes later, with a face as red as his butt now was, Phillip walked into the dining room in front of Edward. He was wearing his blue blazer and white shirt with red and blue striped tie. Blue short pants that exposed his gangly adolescent legs by stopping well above his knees accented his dinner outfit, as did his blue knee socks with the red bands at the top that Edward had to show him how to turn over properly. Polished black leather shoes completed his outfit. Phil wanted to die from embarrassment. He couldn't believe he was being made to dress like this! When his two cousins stood with their father however, he noticed they were dressed identically. While they didn't even look twice at the way he was dressed Phil was still mortified that someone would laugh at him!
"Good evening Phillip," Sir Robert began. "Meet your cousins Jonathan and Charles."
Shy adolescent hellos and handshakes were traded as Phil looked over his cousins. Jonathan looked like a teenage version of his father, with the same hair and eyes, and already almost six feet. The younger Charles must have had some of his deceased mother in him, as he was blonde and blue eyed and very slight. After the introductions were made they all sat down, with Phil giving a slight wince as he rested his cheeks on the hard wood chair.
"I dare say you look more like a proper Ford boy now Phillip. I have a reputation to maintain you know and can't have any of my children walking about looking like a fop!"
Phil had no idea what a fop was, but didn't want to get into any more trouble. As dinner progressed, he made small talk with his cousins, each learning a little about the other. He found out that he was to have a private tutor to catch him up to his cousins, who went to a quite posh private school, until he could pass the entrance exam. Just when he thought they were going to be free to go, his uncle stood.
"Very well, it is time to adjourn to the study. Give me your punishment books boys."
Phil wondered what this was all about when his cousins faces turned a shade redder and handed small note books from their blazer pockets to their father. He took them both without comment and studied them. "Hmphh," the man grunted. "So Jonathan, you got off this week eh? Good show son, as for you Charles, food stains on your shirt, and not changing your underwear as well as a bad mark in math."
Phil could feel the tension as the younger boy looked down at his plate. "Yes father. I'm sorry, I just forgot to put clean ones on the other day and the maid."
"Enough boy, you know the rules, and you are going to be punished. As for you young man," he looked right at Phil causing his knees to start quivering. "I could hear your profanity all the way down here. We do not use that kind of language in this house and you do everything that Edward tells you to. Is that understood?"
"Y, yes Uncle Robert. I didn't know."
"Well you will now. You shall be next after Charles, and your other cousin will witness it. You will find a book in your coat pocket just like theirs. If I or any of the staff ask for it, you will surrender it immediately. Punishment nights are when I choose them to be. I feel it keeps a boy on his toes that way. Now to the study!"
Phil felt like a condemned man walking to the study behind his fellow miscreant Charles. He hadn't noticed the small notebook in his breast pocket until he was told of it. Now it felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. When they were all in the study, his uncle placed a red leather settee in the middle of the floor. "You know the procedure Charles, so you can go first and show Phillip what to do when he is to be punished."
"Y, yes father," Charles answered. He took off his blazer, followed by his shirt and tie. With trembling hands, he undid the belt of his short pants and lowered them down, stepping out of them with his shoes and socks still on. He looked at his father.
"Yes boy, you know the rules. Phillip is now going to live here permanently, so don't dawdle over it."
Holding back a tear, the youngest cousin, pulled off his singlet, then slowly lowered his underpants. He tried to hide his hairless privates from his cousin as well as he could until he lowered himself over the settee, now wearing nothing but his blue knee length socks and shoes.
Sir Robert opened a drawer and pulled out a large wooden paddle. "One of these days Charles, you will go more than one session without me having to do this. This is for your own good you know. A Ford behaves to the highest standards. Mine!" Without another word the paddle found its intended target! THWACK!
"OUCH! One sir."
"TWHACK!" Phil winced as he watched the wood make contact with his cousins pert little cheeks. What was worse was that seeing his little cousin mostly naked getting spanked was having a very odd effect on him. He was getting hard!
THWACK! "Three sir," Charles croaked out as Phil tried to adjust himself without drawing attention.
Sir Robert put the paddle down and told his son to get up and stand with his hands on his head while witnessing Phillips punishment. Charles stood as he was told, dancing on one foot to the other trying to ease the pain in his rear. Sir Robert looked at his half-American nephew. "Your turn Phillip. Off with your clothes then, let's not draw this out." With nervous hands, Phil started taking off his coat. He wanted to scream at how unfair this was. He wanted to run. But run where, he was in a foreign country, (his own country now actually, but he still didn't think of it that way....yet) and didn't know a soul, not to mention, he had none of his own belongings. He didn't notice therefore when Robert opened another drawer and pulled out a large piece of soap.
When Phil got to his underpants, he swallowed hard. He still had the remnants of a boner, and was terrified they would all notice. Maybe they were so used to this that they wouldn't look. When his four inches of boyhood slapped at his belly however, little Charles gawked, and without thinking blurted out, "Look at his willy! It looks funny!" Charles had never seen a circumcised penis before and found it fascinating much to Phil's chagrin. A quick look from Sir Robert silenced the thirteen-year-old. With all the attention, Phil's _c_o_c_k_ just seemed to get harder, so he quickly finished stripping and bent over the settee presenting his still slightly red cheeks to his uncle. Sir Robert noticed the excited state of his nephew but chose not to comment.
Sir Robert grabbed the soap cake. "Since you used profanity, instead of counting your blows. You will taste this so you will think twice about using that filthy mouth again!" He shoved the soap into the startled boy's mouth. "I think five will be sufficient for the first time." He picked up the paddle. "Jonathan if you would be so kind to count for your cousin.
"Yes father," the older cousin answered as he positioned himself to see Phil's soap stuffed face. The two cousins made eye contact, and Phil thought he saw a look of sympathy in his face. Did he have a bulge in his shorts?
THWACK! All thoughts of hardons and embarrassment were lost. All Phil knew was fire on his ass cheeks. He thought the hand spanking that Edward had given him had hurt!
"One sir," Jonathan said. He tried to keep his voice even, and not let on that he found the sight of his new cousin's bum getting thrashed oddly exciting!
THWACK! Phillip almost bit the horrid tasting soap in half.
Sir Robert picked up the pace and the force!
THWACK, "three sir," THWACK, "four sir" THWACK, "Five sir." Jonathan was happy it was over. He wanted to leave as bad as the boys that got punished did, but for a very different reason. His shorts were painfully tight!
A panting Sir Robert put the paddle down. "You boys are dismissed. Phillip, you may spit the soap out into the trashcan. Welcome to Ford manor Phillip, I hope we don't have to do this often and we won't if you keep your socks pulled up." That was one of Sir Robert's favorite sayings, but he also meant it literally, as his boys knew all too well. The lord of the manor, sat back in his desk chair, lit a cigar and poured himself a brandy, watching the boys gather their clothes and make a hasty retreat. . "I will see you at breakfast."
Phil didn't stop to talk to anyone, but made a beeline to his room so his cousins wouldn't see him crying like a baby. Once he got to his room he spit up in the sink trying to get the awful tastes of soap out of his mouth. After he brushed his teeth twice, he took off his socks and shoes and jumped on his bed on his stomach and started crying into his pillow! This was a nightmare! He heard a knock at his door and screamed go away at it, but after a minute he heard it open.
He didn't look up at who came in until he felt a hand on his red-hot ass! He was about to scream but it felt sort of good. He looked back to see his cousin rubbing some cream onto his naked butt cheeks. "This will help take the sting out Phillip," he said.
It did feel better. "M, my friends call me Phil."
"And mine call me John." His cousin started rubbing his soft hand all over his butt cheeks while rubbing his own shorts. Phil started getting a warm feeling somewhere other than his rear end.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all...
The End