Foster Family from Hell - Part 5
I wanted revenge on Kelly. I knew I couldn't kill her -- no matter how often that scenario played itself out in my head. I thought of jacking off in her food again, but the opportunity wasn't presenting itself. It had been a few weeks since she had slathered menthol onto my butthole and made me stand in the corner while it burned painfully.
Kelly had a new boyfriend, and that helped to take up a lot of her time. Unfortunately, she enjoyed exhibiting her power over me, Jamie, and Charlie. She loved to invite Rick over "to study" and they'd sit in the family room while the three of us had to lie or sit around in our underwear. Rick was a junior, so he was only a little more than a year older than me. It was embarrassing, not because he was seeing me in my underwear, but because I was being treated like a little kid along with Jamie and Charlie.
One evening Rick and Tammy both came over and joined us all for dinner, and afterward while Kelly was cleaning up the kitchen and Tammy tried to help she said, "No, no. You're a guest."
"Oh, right" said Tammy. "Quit being so formal" and she grabbed a dish towel and began drying.
Kelly sighed, obviously tired, and said, "All right. Maybe you can help me with the boys baths later." I gulped, and I think my body temperature instantly dropped 10 degrees. I shivered, and Rick smirked at me over his glass of milk.
They all went out together that night and so the impending humiliation didn't occur, but I knew that it might some day. I didn't know if Kelly was intentionally giving me something to be anxious about, or if the idea had just occurred to her on the spot. In any event, before they left it was time for our baths and Jamie and Charlie and I made our way to the bathroom together. Just as we closed the door it opened again and Rick stood there looking at us.
"Kelly and Tammy are getting ready" he said. "She wants me to make sure you guys don't goof off."
"We're fine" I said, walking over to him and grabbing the door handle.
"No" he said, grabbing my wrist. "Get your clothes off and get in the tub."
My nostrils flared as I tried to hold in my emotions. I had to shower at school every day so it wasn't like guys at school hadn't seen me naked before, but it wasn't the same. At least Jamie and Charlie didn't think anything of it. They both quickly stripped and got in the tub, and I stood there awkwardly in my jockeys.
"Let's go" said Rick, nodding at me.
Exasperated, I yanked my jockeys angrily down and threw them on the floor. I didn't try to cover myself, I just stood there defiantly and let him look at me.
"Pussy" he said, and walked away.
I knew that he and Kelly were fooling around, but I wasn't sure how much. Sometimes he'd be there after school and I'd be confined to the family room or my bedroom. Kelly had threatened to paddle me in front of her friends if I went anywhere near her bedroom, and I decided then and there to exact my revenge on both her and Rick.
The opportunity presented itself sooner than I could have hoped. Friday after I got home from school Kelly and Rick were in her bedroom and I was banished to the family room along with Jamie and Charlie.
Mr. Foster called to say he'd be coming home early and for me to tell Kelly not to bother making dinner because he was going to take us all out for pizza. I went back to the family room and prayed he'd get there in time to catch Kelly and Rick at whatever they were doing. I had no intention of telling her he was coming home. After all, I wasn't allowed anywhere near her bedroom on threat of a paddling.
It wasn't long before I heard his car pull into the driveway, and I turned up the sound on the TV so that that's all Kelly would hear (if she was even listening). Mr. Foster walked into the room and said, "Hey, turn that down. Where's Kelly?"
"In her room" I said.
"Did you give her my message?" he asked.
"No, sir" I said. "She's making us all stay in here."
"Why?" he said, his eyes narrowing in that way he had when we were in trouble.
I ducked my head nervously and said, "I don't know. She's in her room. We're not supposed to bother her."
He walked passed us then, and headed straight for Kelly's room. I muted the sound on the TV so that I could hear what was coming next. I thought I'd hear knocking and then some muffled arguing, but instead I got knocking, then Mr. Foster saying, "What the?" and then a moment later: "GOD _d_a_m_n_ IT!" and then lots of shouting and clear sounds of a struggle.
The next moment Mr. Foster was dragging Rick by his ear through the family room in just his shirt and socks, his shoes, pants, and underwear clumsily bundled in his arms. Rick was saying, "Ow, ow, ow" as Mr. Foster dragged him passed us, and we heard the back door slam closed.
"KELLY!" we heard him roar from the kitchen, and then Kelly was running through the family room, fully dressed but looking disheveled.
They began arguing and shouting, and caution gripped me then and I grabbed Jamie and Charlie gently by their shoulders and led them to our bedroom.
We got out a monopoly game and played that for about an hour, and then Mr. Foster banged our door open and told us to get in the car. Leaving Kelly behind, he took us out for pizza but was silent and brooding the whole time.
When we got home he told us to go take our baths, and Kelly predictably walked in. I didn't care anymore. I defiantly pulled my jockeys down and off, and smirked at her letting her see the contempt I held for her.
Her eyes widened and I think right then and there it dawned on her that I had been involved in her downfall, and she walked across the small room and slapped me hard. I was so mad I used that to make myself not cry, and I just glared at her. The next moment I was gasping for breath as she viciously grabbed me by the balls and said, "You _f_u_c_k_ed with the wrong girl, Baker."
There was something downright crazy in her eyes just then. I mean, she didn't look mad or hurt or pissed off; she looked CRAZY. It was something in her eyes, and I was so relieved when she let go of me and walked away that it was a full couple of minutes before I noticed the ache in my left ball.
The next morning when we all went in for breakfast (Mr. Foster always made the breakfast on Saturday mornings) I found him and Kelly sitting at the table waiting for the three of us. Mr. Foster looked up at me and said to Kelly, "Are you sure?"
"I think so, daddy" she said.
"Come here, Tom" he said to me.
What had she done this time, I wondered. How much trouble was I in? How hard was I going to be paddled for something I had never done? I walked over to him and he pulled out a chair and indicated for me to sit opposite him.
"Tom, Kelly thinks your foreskin might be too small. Do you know what that means?"
I blushed, not wanting to discuss my penis at the breakfast table. "It's fine" I said awkwardly.
He continued as though I hadn't spoken. "If it's too small it can tear when you get -- when you get older" he said clumsily.
"Tom gets erections, daddy" Kelly said. "You can say it" and she rolled her eyes at the ceiling.
"Yes, well" he said, looking back at me. "When you get an erection, does it hurt at all?"
"No, sir" I said, now blushing furiously and wanting to end this conversation. He was so thick sometimes. I honestly don't think he tried to humiliate us as much as it was Kelly doing that and his stupidity going along with it.
"Well I'm making a doctor's appointment for you at the clinic" he said.
"I'm fine!" I said, but he ignored me and started forking pancakes onto everyone's plates.
A few days later Mr. Foster took me to the doctor while Kelly stayed home with the boys. Since we weren't really his children we weren't covered under his health insurance, and we had to go to a state-funded clinic downtown. The examine area was really row after row of curtained off partitions. He came with me behind one of the partitions, and a nurse took my vitals and then said, "You're worried his foreskin is too small?" I was sure everyone around us could hear because it was just a curtain dividing us from everyone else. I wanted to die of embarrassment.
"Yes, ma'am" said Mr. Foster, sounding oddly respectful and formal to me.
"Well, why don't you take off your pants and underwear, and Dr. Piper will be right with you." She swished the curtain open, walked out and swished it back closed.
Mr. Foster sat in the only chair, and I hopped up on the exam table and started untying my shoes. I kicked them off and he picked them up and put them neatly by his chair, and I couldn't bring myself to look at him as I pulled my pants and underwear off. I handed him my clothes, and then sat back on the exam table tugging my shirt down around my lap.
"Jesus, Tom" he said, exasperated and stood up and then yanked my t-shirt up over my head and off. I clapped my hands down over my privates and swallowed hard, determined not to cry.
"You get on your feet for the doctor" he said, and I stood up still holding my hands down in front. I just stood there waiting in nothing but my socks, dreading the examination ahead.
I shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, and a minute later a very pretty woman ducked her head and then the rest of her body through the curtain. My body jerked involuntarily (though I guess in some way I was thankful she hadn't swished the curtain completely open) and I had to push my tears way down inside myself as she walked over and shook hands with Mr. Foster.
He all but jumped out of his seat when she walked in and said, "Marcia Piper" extending her hand.
"Marshall Foster" he said. "This is Tom" and he indicated me with his free hand.
I just looked at the floor, trying not to think about what was happening or what was to come.
"Say hello, Tom" he said threateningly.
"Hello" I whispered, still looking at the floor.
"Tom" said Mr. Foster, "You look doctor Piper in the eye and shake her hand properly."
Again I swallowed my tears, breathed lightly through an open mouth and looked up at the pretty doctor. I reached my hand out, still pathetically trying to cover myself with my free hand, and shook her hand.
She smiled warmly and said, "You're a little embarrassed, aren't you?"
"Yes, ma'am" I said, again looking at the floor.
She stepped close to me so that all she could see was my face, and she gently put her hand under my chin and made me look at her. "I'm a doctor and a mom, so I want you to try to relax as much as you can, okay? I have to look at your foreskin, and I have to touch your penis, and I'm going to ask you some questions. Is that all right?"
What was I going to say? No? She was trying to be nice, but there was something very stern in her manner and all I could do was nod my head and look at the floor.
Just then the curtain swished open and a small group of people in white coats stood there. I stumbled backward, holding both hands down in front, and doubled over pathetically trying to hide myself.
"Dr. Piper?" said an older man. He was leading a group of four men and two women. They were interns (doctors, or almost doctors, I could never tell and I was too mortified to ask for clarification) and Dr. Piper explained that the clinic was a teaching hospital and that it was normal for groups of doctors or doctors in training to examine a patient. The older doctor explained to his group that Dr. Piper had a case here of a foreskin that was possibly too small, and how that wasn't exactly rare but wasn't very common either. It was SUCH an opportunity for his young class. I was painfully aware of the thinness of the curtain surrounding us and how everyone could hear just beyond it.
I did start to cry then. Quietly, anyway. I wasn't making any noise, but the tears were running down my face. Dr. Piper had me sit on the exam table, and all the doctors crowded around as she put on a rubber glove and began manipulating my penis.
"How old are you, Tom?" she asked me.
"Fifteen" I said, and my voice broke and I looked at my lap, humiliated, while she still held my penis.
"It's okay, Tom" said one of the younger male doctors and patted my shoulder.
"Yeah" said another, and also gently hit that same shoulder.
"Thank you for giving us all this opportunity, Tom" said Dr. Piper, and though she sounded like she meant it, I wanted to die. I just wanted it to end, and my dick had shrunk to minuscule size with fear.
"The patient needs to be tumescent to do this examination properly" I heard her say. "Tom, you just lean back and close your eyes and try to relax. Can you do that?"
Again I nodded my head, and she gently massaged my penis. What the hell did 'tumescent' mean, I wondered.
"Go doctor Piper" I heard one of the male doctors say, and one of the women giggled.
"All right" said the older doctor, reprimandingly.
"He's very nervous" said Dr. Piper and she let go of my penis. "Tom, honey, why don't you just lay back, okay." I opened my eyes and looked at her, pleadingly. I didn't want to lay back on the exam table. It made me feel more exposed. "Come on" she said, and gently pushed me back so that I was laying on my back, my feet dangling over the edge of the table. "At a boy" she said, and she gently lifted my feet and rested my heels in the two funny metal rings at the end of the table. It was almost like they were designed for feet.
One of the younger male doctors frowned, and the young woman next to him poked him in the chest and said, "See what it's like for us?" which I didn't understand. My knees were slightly apart, and I could feel my balls hanging down as my dick lay lazily on my stomach. I felt so exposed and humiliated!
I closed my eyes and put my arm over my face. The next moment I felt something cold and slick on my dick, and again Dr. Piper started to manipulate me. With the lubricant sliding around my dick and her fingers gently stroking my _c_o_c_k_ I was hard in seconds. I know I heard snickering, but no one said anything to any of them. I swallowed hard again, and just let the tears run down my face and into my ears. I didn't try to wipe them away because I didn't want to call attention to the fact that I was crying.
"There we go" she said, and I could feel her sliding my foreskin back and forth, up and down my dick. "Does it hurt at all when you masturbate?" she asked.
"No" I croaked, answering her question and admitting to a room full of people that I masturbated all in one little word.
She was practically jacking me off, and though she and the older doctor were talking I was too concerned with not shooting a load to pay any attention. With my eyes closed the situation had gone from humiliating to erotic. I mean, it was obviously humiliating, but here was this pretty older woman essentially giving me a hand job.
I suddenly started to breathe in sharp, jagged breaths and opened my eyes. "Uh, oh" said one of the young male interns, and then my hand flew down to grab Dr. Piper's, but just as I did that I shot a load of cum and it splattered on my belly and chest. My body shuttered violently.
The intern let out a long appreciative whistle, and he roughed my hair.
"Oh, God! I'm sorry" I said, and looking passed her I saw Mr. Foster glaring at me and fingering his belt buckle.
"It's okay, dear" she said, but I could see her face was flushed. She yanked open a drawer and pulled out some towels and, handing them to the young intern said, "Marcus?" and turned to Mr. Foster.
"Doctor, I'm so sorry about that" he said, nodding his head toward me.
"That happens sometimes" she said. "The good news is, Tom is just fine." The male intern wiped the cum off my belly and chest, and I wanted to die of embarrassment as he did it. They all turned and left at pretty much the same time, and I was left alone with Mr. Foster who was clearly pissed.
"What is the matter with you?" he whispered fiercely.
I started to cry openly then and said, "I couldn't help it."
"I can't believe you'd embarrass me like that!" he said. "Come here you little perv" and he grabbed my upper arm and spun me painfully around so that my head and chest were on the exam table. The next thing I knew his hand was raining down on my exposed backside and I was yelping with each smack. He didn't spank me long, but enough to get me crying and pleading with him to stop.
He angrily picked up my clothes and threw them at me. "Hurry up" he said, and I quickly pulled on my underwear, pants and shoes. Lastly I yanked my shirt down over my head and looked at the floor feeling beaten and exhausted.
Again he grabbed me by the upper arm and flung the curtain back. It seemed as though the whole room was facing us, and it was obvious that things had come to a halt as everyone stopped to listen to my spanking. There were several doctors, a boy and girl about my age, one little boy smaller than Jamie, a big fat older guy, and an old black woman who looked right at me with her head crooked to one side. As Mr. Foster dragged me forward by my upper arm they all hurriedly turned away and went back to what they were doing, opening a path for us to pass.
He didn't let go of me until we were at the car, and then he practically flung me at the door. Once in the car I had to turn my head away from him and cry as quietly as possible because I knew he'd just get madder and humiliate me more if he heard me.