OK, so how do I end up 19 still getting spanked over a man's lap and bare and all? I'll tell you my side and I'll tell you the truth..
I was born. Yes I think that is a good place to start. No, I am not going to go on about all the details of my like when I was really little, but this is where it starts. Like I said I was born 19 years ago, and for some reason my parents decided to name me after the character Tigger from Winnie the Pooh. My mom liked it or something. I never asked.
I was a perfect healthy baby very cute and quiet so I have been told. I did all the normal things babies do you know. I was very smart too people say. Potty trained, learned to feed myself and dress myself when I was really young. This made my parents really happy. I was there smart, perfect little boy. They use to brag about me to all there friends. So proud I could read before I was actually four and the fact I was skinned in school straight to first grade.
We where the prefect family to everyone outside. They didn't know my mom actually drank, even though she would go on and on about how sinful it was. Yep we where church-going Bible-reading you-sin-and-you-go-to-hell family. Oh and my dad he drank some too and went off with underage girls. They was such hypocrites!
I was into sports. I had to be it made the family look good. You know couldn't not be it would make me look like a whimp. I got great grades. Hardly did anything wrong really. Not that I could I wasn't aloud go to to friends' houses. I only had a few that I could have over at mine also. My mom said we would mess up the house, and she usually had a headache.
When I did get in trouble it was always the same. My dad would come in my room, grab my arm, yank me off my bed or where ever I was hold me so my feet hardly touch the ground and whip my butt and back with his strap. He wouldn't even ask me if I had done what I was suppose to have done. He just whipped me, swore at me, and then threw me down and walked off. I would be left there wondering what the hell I did most of the time. I was suppose to know though.
Now when I was thirteen I had one of my friends over. He was the one my parents really liked. His family was from our church and my parents wanted me to be like him or something. So they let him come over and study with me. Now at that age I kinda figured I liked boys more then girls. He was really cute too.
So here we where in my room studying for a big history test. We had a soccer match that afternoon and we where still on our uniforms.. I thought he was really cute in his. We got bored of studying and started goofing off. We wrestled, hummm isn't that how it ways starts you are wrestling then you figure out you are attracted to each other? Well that's what happened. He ended up on top of me on the floor. We where both breathing really heavy and I could feel his heart beating on me. It was like it was beating against my own. Suddenly his leaned down and kissed me. Then he leaned up and blinked at me. It was do _d_a_m_n_ cute. We both laughed it was a nervous laugh but you know. I think we where both in shock or something.
It was all so wonderful then I looked up and saw my mom standing in my doorway. She looked straight at us with daggers. I swear her eyes where like daggers she was so pissed and disgusted at us. She told him he should go home and not to come back. Which he did. He just left. I think he was scared then. Scared she would tell his parents also.
She just said stay here tell your father comes home and left. I waited there for hours scared half to death. Finally he should up. I saw him and oh was he pissed. He started beating me telling me how dare I ruin his left. I was ruining his _d_a_m_n_ left? By what being myself. I hate him so much. Finally he stopped. I thought I was going to die but I didn't I just passed out.
I woke up in some alley some where. I had no clue where I was, and I didn't have anything but my clothing and my id which was in my shoe. Lucky I had that it would help me later, plus it told me who I was. Funny like I would forget. I sat there in this strange place leaning up against a building my arms wrapped around my legs, my heart pounding. It smelled like dirt and oil, and was dark. Even though it was morning it was still dark. I just stayed that way for a long time. I must have been a least a day and night, I don't remember.
So I became a street kid. Which means I had to have _s_e_x_ with people to get food and money. Don't believe those bull_s_h_i_t_ movies about the kids who run away and find a bunch of buddies who help each other out because it's wrong. It doesn't happen. You don't make actual friends. There are no groups who will fight for you and _s_h_i_t_. You have to do it yourself earn everything you get, and fight to keep it.
Sure I talked to the other boys and girls around. It wasn't like we hated each other we just didn't become friends. Six months after I became a street kid after I had slept with so many men and women I lost count. Yeah women like to sleep with young teens too despite how people think. I was given a dare. When you live on the street and you are dared you have to do it our you will be labeled a whimp and get the crap kicked out of you and your stuff stolen so I had to take it. It was an easy one really.
The dare was to go into this bar near where we where and ask the guy who the boy who dared me pointed out if he wanted to _f_u_c_k_ me. So of course I had to do this. I walked into this bar, and the other boy came too just so he could see I asked him. It smelled like beer too me and other stuff I really didn't know what it was. There was this annoying music playing really loud. It hurt my ears. He was sitting at a table in the corner and so I just went up and asked him. He looked at me in shock for a minute and told me to leave the bar that I was to young to be there and so I started to leave. I was happy the dare didn't say he had to say yes just that I had to go and ask him. Which I had. Then he whispered at me to stay outside tell he got there. Oh well I thought it's more money and he's not bad looking.
He was about 6ft tall I thought I wasn't good at telling that. He was big and strong. He's going to break me I though. Had brown hair which was cute really short and blue eyes. I couldn't help staring at them they where so blue. He looked like he hadn't shaved for a few also and it looked good on him. Had on levis and a button down green paid shirt. Plus he's work boots. I figured he did construction or worked on the roads something like that.
I guess I should describe myself here what I looked like. Ok I was about 4'11 then and really small. I had always been small for my age anyways and not eating didn't help much. I was really weak. Had black hair which was at my shoulders then being on the streets for 6mths and all. It was all dull and ratty felt gross too , but I was use to it I guess. I wasn't clean at all looked dark but it was all dirt. Had on my black soccer shorts still, and my grey soccer shirt which was wripped some. My eyes where and are green emerald green I guess it is. They are dark but green.
He comes out of the bar about 10 minutes after I did and says come on as he gets to his truck. I just stare at him. I am not going anywhere with him unless he has money. So I say so, and he shows me some money. Then I walk over and get in his truck.
"Buckle up I am not going anywhere until you do" he says
"Yeah ok whatever you say"
"I'm Rob and you are?" he says to me
"Huh? what?"
"I said my name is Rob and ask what your name is?" he asks
"Whatever you like long as you pay me" I state
"I would like to call you by your name your real name so please tell me it ok?"
"Tigger"
"Ok Tigger now we are going to stop and get something to eat then go home. You like hamburgers?"
"Uh yeah guess so, uhh errrr"
"Uh errrr what?"
"Well you didn't go what is your real name after I said Tigger"
" I asked you your real name so a assume that is it."
"It is but most people think it's a nick my mom liked him. Good thing she didn't like Piglet"
"Yea that is good" he said laughing.
So we went threw the drive-thru and he order a bunch of hamburgers, fries, and drinks. also sundaes for us. I thought this dude is weird. He suppose to take me to somewhere screw me I get paid and go. Not suppose to by me lunch and act all nice.
We get to his house and we go into the back yard. He says we are going to eat outside because it's a nice day. I eat outside all the time this is no big deal to me. We eat and don't really talk much. Just chit chat.
"How long you been working on the streets? "
"Uh like six months I think"
"How old are you now?
"14 was 13 when my parents kicked me out well threw me away cuz I was kissing a boy"
He just nodded at this. He looked mad though, and I thought he was at me so I kinda got scared then. He just looked at me and said he wasn't mad and to finish my food. So we did and then went inside.
It was a nice house not that big but nice. It smelled like pumpkin for some reason. I liked the smell of it. It was calming or something.
"Go into the bathroom there, get undressed, get into the shower and clean yourself" he says pointing to the bathroom.
"Ok"
" After you are all clean, your hair too. then you can soak in the bathtub for a while. You look like you need to relax" he said and smiled.
"Whatever you say your the boss" I said and went to do what he said.
The bathroom was cool it had a large shower with sprayers on 3 of the walls and a big tub which was next to it. I undressed and got into the shower. It felt so good I wanted to be there forever. I thought about why he was doing this. No one else had been nice. Sure some of them got me clean but not like this. It was more like they threw water on me and _s_h_i_t_ like that.
After I was all clean I got out and ran water in the bathtub. It was a large oval shaped tub and it too a while to fill up. So I looked around the bathroom. I smelled his after shave and cologne he had. and messed with his shaving cream. I don't know why I guess I was just curious.
Finally it was filled and I got into it. Awww it was so warm and good. It was amazing. I had forgotten how good baths where. I looked on the side of the tub and it had buttons. Funny buttons on the tub. So curious me pushed the one in the middle. The tub started to vibrate and make rubbing sounds. then all these bubbles started coming.
"AHHHHHHH" I screamed because it started me. Which caused Rob to run into the bathroom.
"What?" he asked panicked
"Nothing" I said "uh bubbles, tub scared me ok"
He laughed a little and said it was a Jacuzzi.
"Oh It's nice" I started to like this a lot. It had scared me but it was good now.
"Ok you can use that for a while, but don't put any soup in it" he said then left taking my clothing with him.
I finished dried off and went of the bathroom. I wanted up to him and asked him when we where going to _f_u_c_k_.
"We aren't going to do that at all and stop swearing" he stated
"Ok fine then give me my clothing so I can leave now" I state
"I burnt them"
WHAT!!!!" I yelled" You burned my clothes???" I was scared now hell I thought he's going to make me his slave lock me up in his house and use me forever tell I die.
"Yes I did they where beyond repair they needed to be burned. I was not going to let you put those rags back on. Now settle down, and listen to me.
"Fine" I said
"I didn't bring you home to have _s_e_x_ with you. Yes I like younger men. Men that is 18 and over not boys. I am not into that ok. You need help you are only fourteen and I am not going to sit there and do nothing. Yes I know there are lots of street boys but they didn't come ask me to sleep with them you did. So I am helping you." he said
I just stood there. What was his game I though he must have game. Get me all trusting then hurt me. I thought yeah that's it. Play Mr. I am so helpful then kick me. Yep that's it.
"Ok I need to go to the store and some other places now. I will be back as soon as I can. You can play video games, what movies, read, or sleep. Whatever you want to do is fine. Just done cook anything or make a mess ok?"
"Fine I say" well he was leaving me alone and it was a nice house so I was going to indulge him for a while. Hadn't played video games for a long time and stuff.
He came back about midnight and said everything was set.
"Set? what?"
"I talked to your parents"
"You WHAT??" Hell now I am dead he's going to take me back to them _s_h_i_t_ I thought
"Calm down now I said I talked to them and they are letting you stay with me."
"How the hell did you find out where I lived"
"Your ID and stop swearing" he stated "I got them to give me temporary custody of you, we'll work out the rest later. It wasn't easy but it's done and legal so don't worry. I will have my friend check it over just to make sure its all ultimately ok and gets finished."
"Why?" I asked shocked at him for doing this.
"Why because I like you. That's why you look like you need someone, and I am not doing this to make you my _s_e_x_ slave or anything like that. I am not going to have _s_e_x_ with you. Not when you are 14 years old. You are just a kid.
"Ok but I am not a kid you know " I say not believing him
"He then told me that they had told my friends and school that I was living with my grandparents I was wondering how they explained me being gone like I was for that long.
"Now I am going to cut that hair of yours. You look like a girl with it that way."
"I know some guys like it. Some even want me to dress like a girl to get them off. You know the whole naughty school girl thing"
He just raises his eyebrows and groans. Then he wants into this room I hadn't been into before and tells me to follow. It was a room with hair cutting stuff. Like a chair and one of those sinks with the neck thing on it like where you get your hair cut at.
"The old owner of this house was a beautician" he says
"Oh ok" I say was I was wondering why he had one in his house. he cuts my hair. It looks good too. Its short but not really short and parts to the right which it does naturally.
He spins me around so I can see myself and says "So do you like it?"
I smile and say "Yea it's cool"
"What's wrong. It's ok right?"
"I said it was cool didn't I am I a smiling aren't I means it's fine"
" No, Tigger, it doesn't. You say it's fine and you smile but your eyes tell me it's not"
"My eyes?"
"Yes you know you don't tell what people are feeling by if they are smiling or even what they say. It's there eyes you can tell from. They don't lie Tigger and your aren't happy."
"I like the hair it's good but I am still dirty, you know what I mean. No matter what you do I will still be"
'You are not dirty Tigger. You did what you had to do survive. I am not going to judge you about it. You will go to the doctors tomorrow and get check out though, and don't give me that look now. "
"Ok" I said and yawned this had been a really weird day. I was tired.
"Ok time for you to sleep now"
"Uh I need like clothing to sleep in"
"No you don't need any Tigger you can sleep nude plus it's too hot for clothing now anyways."
"Uh thought you didn't want to have _s_e_x_ with me"
"I don't being naked is natural when you sleep and you aren't sleeping in my room. You are sleeping in yours."
"My room??"
"Well it was the guest room but it's yours now."
So I go into this room he says is mine and there is a Tigger stuffed toy on the bed. I pick up and laugh .Ok I am not a baby but it was cute. So I just throw it back on the bed and get in. I don't know why but I end up holding it cuz when I wake up it's in my arms. It was the first night I'd slept in a real bed for a long time. I slept really well too.
We go see this doctor I am suppose too. He checks me out all over. He's nice and stuff. Says I need to eat more that I have this and that. Gives me meds and says I need to rest. I get tested for std's and all that too. I don't think I have anything as I was save always save but I am scared too.
It's been weeks sense I started living with him. He got me clothing, games, and other things teen boys need. I made a few friends and it seems nice and everything. It's too nice It can't last I am not good enough for this. He acts nice doesn't beat me when I do something wrong. Hugs me when I have a bad dream and all but it can't last I thought
Finally I snapped. It was nothing big really he just told me I couldn't go to the mall and I freaked. I started smashing thing, throwing books around kicking the wall and swearing at him. He walks over too me doesn't say anything picks me up and swings me over his shoulder like I am a bag of potatoes. I kick and pound on his back. I tell him to put me down and call him an big mean gorilla. I don't know why it just came out.
He took me and carried me to his den. I screamed at him the whole way, but he said nothing. Just set me down in front of him and held on to me. He tells me to calm down but I don't I just scream at him I scream and kick and try to get away. but he's so strong. He pulls me over his lap and starts spanking me. The first swat shocks me! I wasn't expecting this I had never been spanked like this ever in my life. It sounds so loud to me and it hurt. Anyway he keeps spanking me on my shorts and tells me to calm down. I scream and scream and kick at him. I am so pissed now he won't let me up. He don't care. He just keeps spanking me hard. I try to bite his legs it sounds funny now but I did. He kept swatting me and swatting me ass and harder too and I kept fighting him. It hurt and my head started to also from the blood rushing too hit. I screamed and I couldn't understand what he was saying. My ass was hurting like on fire! I was so mad, so hurt, so confused. Not because of this and his spanking me hard and all because of everything that had happened. I didn't understand why he was nice to me at all ever? Why he took me home everything? Finally he stopped but only for a few minutes.
I thought it was done and my spanking was over and I thought ok yeah I see now let me up. He didn't thought he started to take my shorts off me. I struggled cause I didn't want him to do it. I was still mad, mad at him mad at me mad at the world everything.
He didn't care I was mad. He just took my shorts completely off me and left me bare naked and then he put me back over his knees again. He started swatting me again, like slapping my bare ass hart now, each one was like a shock to me. I felt so angry and hurt inside I didn't want to cry I didn't want to do anything but die. Not because of what he was doing and spanking me and hard and all, no because of what I was. My head hurt I felt my whole body tense my stomach hurt, my legs did everything. I could feel my heart beating.. My tongue was like numb and my ears ringing. He kept spanking me.
He said, "Let it go, Tigger" and for some _d_a_m_n_ reason I started crying then. Not because he was hurting me I had been beaten before much harder and this wasn't that bad but because of everything I had been threw that was bottled up inside. I let it go then. I cried deep long painful angry scarred confused sobs. I chocked and spit and yelled. I swear and yelled how much I hated this and that. He spanked me, he just kept spanking me bare ass until he felt I had enough then he stopped.
I layed over his knees sobbing my head with a pounding pain in my bare ass that felt like hell and my heart was going so fast. Then he turned me over and pulled me up on his lap and craddled me in his arms and started talking to me really softly telling me it was ok and everything was going to be fine. I was shocked. What is he doing I thought you don't hug people after this stuff you throw them down and walk out call them stupid idiot and stuff not suppose to hug them and be like this.
So I tried to get up but he just held tight and told me to be calm and it was fine. All fine. So I did I layed there trying to calm down. I did finally much. It took a long time.
"You ok now?" he asked
"Yeah" I said then asked, "why?
"Why what? Why did I spank you?"
"No, why are you hugging me now?"
He looked shocked and said "I am hugging you because you are upset and need to be hugged that's why, and I spanked you because you where out of control and needed it also."
"Oh" I said I was still crying and he was still hugging me and rocking me like bare in his arms.
"You need a bath you are too tense still." he said and carried me to the bathroom. He turned the water on and sat down on the toilet holding me. We talked and waited for the tub to fill up. He put raspberry foam bath in it. Yeah yeah boys use that stuff too so whatever I like raspberries.
So we sat there me in the tub and him beside me talking and listening. I told him everything then what had happen to me what I felt and finally I felt safe with him. He talked to me too which was good. I fell asleep and he took me to my room and I went to bed. I woke up later and we went out to eat.
I loved him from then on. Then I knew he wasn't going to throw me away that he really loved me for me and that I was save. I was 14 then and I didn't love him like I do now. I started to I think when I was 16 more that way. He started loving me that way too, but we didn't do anything about it. Like he said before.
When I turned 18 I asked him to be my boyfriend. Said you know you said you wouldn't date me cuz I was under 18 and I am 18 now. He said, "yes." So that's how we became boyfriends, and partners. We slept together that night on my 18th birthday, but I'm not telling anyone what happened. It's special to me and him not something people need to know.
I told him didn't need spanked anymore and that I was an adult cause I was 18. He said ok that it was fine then, but it wasn't OK or fine later and I needed it so he did it, he spanked me, again and again and again and he's still spanking me even though I am 19 but that's another story.
Well, I said in my story before "I am a brat." And, yea, I still get spanked. It ain't easy being me.