In the first two episodes of the Robin Bridges Series I explained Robins history and current living situation. Robin is currently living in a foster community called the Grasshills, where the children live in several small foster families in one village. It looks kind of like an old-fashioned village, but if you want to know more details you should read the first two episodes. From now one every story will contain at least one spanking, wich will be told more detailed, because the first two episodes weren't meant to tell stories, but just to explain Robin's situation. Enough with the chit-chat, let's get things started!
It was the saturday after I arrived at The Grasshills, I'd pretty much blended into my new family and the village and even made some 'friends', although I couldn't remember their names just yet. It was 12.00, time for lunch and so I joined the family in the living room. We ate our delicous meales after thanking the lord (I didn't believe in him, but I pretended because I was sure otherwise they'd send me back to the social worker) and after we'd eaten our lunches we started talking to eachother. I quite enjoyed this form of cosiness, it already felt like this was going to be my family.
"So Robin, I've heard you already made some friends in the village, Timothy Bailiff just told me you spend this morning at his house playing with his son, Noel."
"Yes father, he has some interesting toys in his room." I replied. I noticed from the start that toys and candy were rare to find in this community, all things were supposed to be sober and humble. But every child had the right to own at least 3 toys. The houses were simple to, they looked like woodchoppers' cabins, only with a few modern facilities like a television (which we were only allowed to watch 3 hours a week) and stuff like that, but the houses were sufficient to my needs so there was no need for me to complain.
"Didn't I tell you to go to the grocery store and buy a few pounds of kitchen flower this morning?"
"Err, yes father you did, but I thought I would have all day to do so."
"Why would I ask you early in the morning when you have all day to do so, boy? Your mother needs flower in her kitchen but due to your lazyness she can't commence. Now what do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm very sorry father, if only I knew mother needed it right away, I'd..."
"Well, that's a lesson to be learned. I hope you understand what you should do in the future when I ask you to do something for me!"
"Yes father, I've learned my lesson, I'll never..."
"Of course you won't, Robin, because you are about to receive your first spanking, and quite a serious one, too. Now go to your room and wait for me there. Peter, you keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid which would only increase his punishment."
I wanted to protest but remembered that father had told me that although sometimes children understand what they've done wrong, they sometimes need a spanking to make sure they won't forget. He also told me he didn't particularly like children who protested to him about his sentence, so I wisely shut my mouth and went upstairs, followed by Peter, whom I shared my room which. As I walked up the stairs and looked behind me, I saw my older sisters gigling a bit. I later found out that Peter was rarely spanked, only about 4times per month. So the fact that I was going to be spanked in my first week at the village was quite an achievement to them. The girls got spanked about 8 to 12 times per month, but most of the time by mother in the privacy of their own room. Luckily for me, this time I was going to get it in my own room too.
"I don't expect you to do anything stupid like putting on 3 underpants or something like that, because that would get you into only more trouble." Pete said.
Pete wasn't a sadistic kid, but somehow I felt he wasn't exactly sorry for me either. I think it was because spankings were quite common in this household. In the whole village by the way.
I wanted to ask him how it would feel and all that, but father walked in immediatly, he obviously wasn't the father who'd let his children wait to make them nervous.
"Alright, come here Robin" he said as he sat down on my bed. "Pete, you leave, his first spanking should be in private, humilitation is something for when he dares to be disobedient again."
Pete left and I reluctantly walked over to father. But without any words of comforting or anything like that, he just pulled me over his lap with one movement.
SMACK!, his hand landed on my bottom leaving a warm but unconfortable feeling, but I only gave a small cry. I wanted to accept my spanking like a man, as it certainly wouldn't be my last one.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! This was horribly, I was starting to cry and tried to get out of his tight grip.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I was still just a boy, after only a few spanks all the courage had left my body and I just lay there over his lap accepting the smacks, crying like a 7 year old.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I lost count after that last one, but I bet that totally he gave me about 80 spanks on the seat of my jeans. Finally after at least 15 minutes, he lifted me off his lap and to my surprise he gave me a big hug. I know this was to express that he didn't like to spank me, but wasn't afraid to do it either. It was a sign of love and it felt as though from that moment on I really was his son.
"Now go and stand in the corner for a few hours."
I obbeyed him and standing there in the corner I felt miserable about myself. It's not that I considered my lazyness such a bad thing, but I knew that father and mother were dissapointed in me.
After two hours, somebody knocked on my door, it was mother. Mother was a friendly woman who always laughed, except this time. She was of average height and dressed like a typical old-fashioned woman. She wore a skirt, jeans and a pink sweater with one of those old-fashioned collars. You know what I mean, she looked like a mum from the 50's.
"Come sit on my lap for a moment Robin." I did as she told me, although my bottom still hurt very much.
"Your father and I just had a talk, and he convinced me that your punishment isn't over yet. He told me that by your laziness you not only dissobeyed him, but also decided not to help me. He said, and I totally agree with him, that you should be spanked by me to, so you won't neglect to help out your mother ever again. So that's why I'm here."
"But mother..." She slapped my face after only two words had come out of my mouth. I wisely shut my mouth again.
"No whining now Robin, this just has to be done! Now, drop you pants."
I wanted to protest, but I saw she had put a wooden spoon on the nightstand. So I decided to cooperate so she wouldn't be tempted to actually use it on my already so blistered behind.
I dropped my jeans down to my enkle, and immediatly, just like father did, she dragged me over her lap and started to spank me. My bottom was high up in the air and after the first smack I realised that in this vulnerable position my buttocks would again be warmed up big time. This time in my underpants.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Oh mother, please stop, I learned my lesson, please, I beg you!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Again all my courage was gone and I was crying like a seven year old although I was almost eleven. I knew my new brother and sisters were listening to my punishment in the hallway because I could hear them giggle. That wasn't the worst part, I knew I would get the chance to hear or see them getting spanked one day. The worst part is that my new mother already had to spank me after a few days at her house.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She allowed me to stand up.
"I hope you've learned your lesson young man, because I certainly don't want to do that again."
I then heard Peter and my sisters giggle again, and angry as I was I immediatly shouted a sentence I perhaps shouldn't have used:
"Shut the _f_u_c_k_ up, the three off you!"
Before I know how stupid that was, she had me over her lap again and she quickly pulled down my underpants. She grabbed the spoon and I knew I was in for it now, I decided not to struggle but just to go along with the punches. I knew there was no way I was about to get out of this without crying.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! I just lay there crying my lungs out, knowing this was only the beginning. She spanked my bare bottom with the woodenspoon for about 50 more times before she ordered me to go to bed. It's hard to fall asleep at 14.00 hour, but somehow the punishment had tired me out, as I slowly fell asleep. But mother did tell me one thing that frightened me:
"Tomorrow morning when you get up Robin, I will have informed your father about what you just said. He is away now, luckily for you. But tommorrow after church you will surely get it big time. And not just by you father, because I believe your brother and sisters will get the chance to revenge your cruel words on you. Well, you shouldn't be afraid of that right now, that's all for tommorrow, but just remember that the whole day will consist of pain, punishment and humiliation. I hope you understand it's all your own fault, and that it will be a lesson for you!"
I cried myself to sleep. Humilitation, even more than just now, I'm sure that my brother and sisters have heard every single spank that last turn with the wooden spoon. I fell asleep hoping that tommorrow I would wake up in a different home...
To be continued...