The next day started the same. Timmy annoying me and Elizabeth making me perform for her and Alice before allowing me to make the beds. After breakfast and having done the washing up I went back upstairs. I started playing my records and lay on my bed. In a little while Timmy came in with one of his friends. He started to tell his friend about all that he had done to me. I tried to ignore him but I was getting angry. He then started to go through my records.
"Leave them alone," I shouted but he just laughed and carried on. I got up and as he moved he jogged the record player which scratched the record that was playing. That was the final straw that made me snap. I grabbed him and started punching him. I was punishing him for damaging the record and for all his nastiness and teasing and because of his dad, Elizabeth and Alice. He immediately started screaming for help and his friend ran out of the room. I didn't care, I just wanted to hurt him. I was hitting him and screaming at him. The next thing I knew I was being dragged off him by his dad.
He was furious. He pulled me across his knee and started wailing away at my backside yelling at me that I was never to lay a hand on his son again. After a few minutes of this he pulled my shorts down, I still hadn't been given any pants, and continued on my bare behind. I soon was crying and begging him to stop. Timmy by this time had stopped crying and was observing my punishment as was his friend. Dad stopped for breath and asked what had caused this. I told him about Timmy touching the records and scratching one but Timmy said he was only looking and it was an accident caused by me shouting at him. His friend backed him up. His dad said that there was no excuse for hitting your brother and I was going to be severely punished to make sure it never happened again. He told me to get up and get undressed. As I was doing this he told Timmy to go and get the clothes brush from downstairs. In a trice I was undressed, despite the presence of Timmy's friend, as I didn't want to make the situation worse. I heard Timmy coming back. He came into the room carrying a big wooden backed brush. I was made to get over Dad's knee again. I was told to put my hands on my back and Timmy came and put my head between his legs and pulled them up my back and held them down. His friend was asked to stand between my legs and grasp them under his arms.
"As this is your first time with the brush I expect you'll move a bit so we'll help you keep still but if you can't be controlled by the boys I'll tie you down and start again", Dad threatened. The next thing I felt was a whoosh of air and then the hardest whack I had ever felt. Dad's hand had hurt but this was much much worse. He carried on slowly allowing every hit to sink in. I was soon crying and begging again but he just continued whacking away. I struggled but luckily they managed to hold me. By the time he finished I was in agony and totally defeated. He had hit me from the top of my cheeks to the back of my knees and when I looked later I was bright red.
He made me stand up in front of him and told me that he was going to confiscate my records and record player as they were the cause of the problem. I begged him not to but he was adamant. He asked me if I was going to ever hit my brother again and I promised him I wouldn't. I then had to apologise to Timmy. He then told me I was to stay naked all day and was to spend the time with Timmy unless he went out. I was to do whatever Timmy said. He said to Timmy that he wanted him to keep my backside nice and red and sore all day to remind me of my crime and prepare it for the spanking I would get at the end of the day from him with the brush. At this I begged and pleaded but he ignored me. He told Timmy that if I didn't obey him completely he was to tell him and he would give me another hiding with the hairbrush during the day as well. He also told Timmy that he could get his friend to help him keep me sore.
With that he collected up my records and record player and took them and the hairbrush out. I was left to the mercy of Timmy and his friend and I knew from their grins I was going to suffer.
"See Andy I told you what happens to him. Right David, bend over and touch your toes. Don't you dare move". Slap his hand came down on my left cheek then again on my right. "Come here Andy", he said, "you hit his right cheek and I'll do his left". Together they slapped away. Soon I was crying again. I staggered forward as the pain built up. "If you move again we'll use my slippers on you," Tim warned. Desperately I braced myself as further damage was inflicted on my bum. Eventually they stopped. "Right stand up", said Tim, "put your hands behind your back". As I obeyed he got a cord from his dressing gown and tied my hands behind me he then looped the cord round my neck and pulled my arms up my back and fastened the other end to my wrists. I was stuck if I tried to pull my hands down I pulled my head back. Timmy started to play with by _c_o_c_k_. "See Andy it's only little but it does stick out". Once it was stiff he started to flick it with his fingers side to side. "Do you want a go Andy?".
"Yeah", he replied eagerly and came over. "Lets see who can flick it the farthest". They took it in turns to flick my _c_o_c_k_ from side to side. Once I tried to pull away but they both flicked my balls twice. I was doubled over pulling on my neck and arms.
"That's what you'll get every time you move", they told me. This game went on for some time and my _c_o_c_k_ became very sore but it stayed stiff and I didn't dare pull away because of the threat to my balls.
When they had got bored with this game Timmy found another cord and tied it tight around my _c_o_c_k_ and balls. I was made to sit on the floor and was then told to follow him as he pulled on my privates. I had to drag myself across the carpet on my sore backside. I was soon in tears again as I got burns on my cheeks from the carpet and my _c_o_c_k_ and balls were jerked every time I didn't move fast enough. After this game I was untied and told to go and stand in the corner with my hands on my head.
I was made to stand with my nose pushed into the corner, hands on my head while they played with some soldiers. After a bit of whispering Tommy ordered me to go downstairs and get them both a drink of squash. I was also to bring a bowl of water with lots of ice cubes in it as well. I crept downstairs but fortunately no one else was around. I got them their drinks and the iced water and brought it all upstairs where the boys were waiting with big grins on their faces. I knew this didn't bode well for me.
"OK hands behind your back again", ordered Tommy. Soon I was tied up again with the cord round my neck. The bowl of ice was put on a low stool and I was taken over to it. "Right," said Tommy, "Squat down over the stool and put your balls and willy in the water. If you don't or you take them out before I tell you we will both slipper you on your bum and your front and you'll have to put them in again". I pleaded and begged but he was adamant.
Feeling humiliated as well as sore I had to crouch down and thrust my groin into the bowl. Having my hands tied behind my back made it even more awkward. The touch of the ice was terrible and I really had to struggle with myself to lower my privates in but I knew they would end in their eventually and by delaying all I would achieve was further punishment. Gritting my teeth I forced them in much to the boys' amusement.
"As it's so small we only needed a small bowl," said Andy.
"Yeah but it'll be smaller soon," laughed Timmy
The initial pain was intense in my balls and willy and I shivered with the cold. Soon my small privates were even smaller and after a while I went numb. The boys were laughing and remarking how small I was and wondering if they would turn blue. After about 5 minutes, which seemed much longer, they untied my hands and then allowed me to stand up and remove my equipment from the bowl of ice. I was ordered not to touch them. I was beginning to be concerned that they would be permanently damaged. I was next ordered to bend over and spread my cheeks. The boys proceeded to push the half melted ice cubes up my bum hole. Soon my insides felt as cold as my front and I was told to stand up with my hands on my head. The boys whispered together and Andy left the room.
"Right David," Timmy said, "you are to keep the ice inside you until its all melted and you better not let anything come out until I let you go to the toilet. Are you sorry you hit me now?"
I told him I was although part of me was still glad but if I had known what was going to happen to me I probably would have controlled myself. All I could hope for was that when my mother got back she would put a stop to my torment. I couldn't believe that when she found out what had happened to me she would allow it to continue despite her words on the phone.
Andy returned with a hot flannel which he placed on my groin. The sudden heat on my frozen skin quickly caused a burning sensation as the blood rushed to the surface. Once again I was in agony with the heat at the front and the ice inside. The pair of them stopped me getting away and I had to just take it jiggling with the contrasting pains.
They then left me to stand there while they continued playing with their soldiers. I could feel the ice melting and soon I had the urge to go to the toilet. "Please can I go to the toilet, Timmy," I asked?
"Not yet, I'm busy," he replied.
"Please," I begged, "I really have to go".
"Hard luck," my tormentor laughed, "you better not make a mess or Dad will treat you like a baby rather than a 7 year old. He'll put you in a nappy."
I squeezed my bum cheeks together hard desperately trying to ignore the build up of pressure inside me. I could feel I was about to cry again. I felt so embarrassed. The boys kept looking over at me and whispering and laughing as I wriggled, desperate to avoid making a mess. Just as I had decided that I was going to have to make a dash for the toilet and take the consequences the boys got up and told me to accompany them to the bathroom.
I had great difficulty walking and keeping my bum hole clenched tightly shut and the boys walked slowly in front of me. The pain got worse as I could see the end in sight and I begged them to hurry as they were blocking my way but they took their time doing a good impression of a pair of snails. Eventually we reached the bathroom and I rushed to the toilet and as I started to sit the water exploded out. I was surprised at what came out but fortunately it all went into the toilet. The boys just stood there laughing at me and teasing me about just making it and not being able to control myself. I had to just sit there, naked on the toilet, taking it from these two 8 year olds as I continued to expel iced water and the other contents of my bowels. Finally I was finished but had the shame of having to wipe my bum in front of them. They made this worse by making me bend over with my head in the toilet while I rubbed away with toilet paper. They kept telling me I was missing bits and made we work the toilet paper right into my hole. Finally I was made to pull my cheeks apart so they could inspect my hole. When they were satisfied I had to wash my hands and accompany them back to our bedroom.
"Right," said Timmy, "I think your bum needs warming up again. Bend over and grab your ankles."
I reluctantly obeyed and they double teamed on me again. Timmy working on my left cheek and Andy on my right. Timmy remarked that it was lucky that Andy was left handed so they could both use their best hand from different sides. This was not a sentiment I agreed with and soon I was having trouble keeping in position but the threat of the brush and slipper being used gave me the strength to comply.
Once I was crying again and my bum I was told was back to being bright red they decided it was time for lunch. This meant me preparing them food and waiting on them while they ate. Timmy announced that I was not going to have any food or drink for the rest of the day because of my upset stomach. This reduced them both to hysterics. I asked to be allow to have something as I hadn't eaten much breakfast and I felt very empty but Timmy was adamant. He had the nerve to tell me that despite my nastiness to him he was still prepared to think what was best for me.
After they had eaten and I had cleared up after them Timmy announced they were going to go out and play in the garden. First though they were going to give me another spanking and then I was going to have to stand in the hall with my hands on my head. If I moved before he said I could then I would get the brush. Again I was made to bend over and the recent spanking was repeated. It only took about 10 smacks from each of them to start me crying again but they didn't stop until I had received 30 spanks from each of them. I knew because they counted them out as they gave them to me. After that I was stood in the hall in a corner with my rear facing the door and out they went to play. They had warned me they would be checking so I kept still not wanting to give them any excuse to give me the brush. I stood there sobbing with tears rolling down my cheeks but I was too scared even to brush them away. I was praying for my mother's return so an end could be put to my torment.
I heard a car pulling up and wondered if my prayers had been answered. A short while afterwards I heard the front door open and looked round to see my mother coming through the entrance. I turned and threw myself in her arms crying and babbling about what had been happening me hardly noticing Timmy and Andy behind her. I felt her put her arms around me and pull me into the lounge. I was trying to tell her everything and didn't draw breath until she sat down and pulled me across her lap. Before I knew what was happening I felt her hand coming down on my sore bum.
"Noooo," I screamed, all my hopes of salvation gone in that one blow. It probably hurt me more than any of the others I had received in the last few days.
As she continued spanking me she said, "You were told to stand in the corner until Timmy told you you could move but you disobeyed. Didn't you listen to me on the phone when I told you to obey anyone your dad put in charge? Are you determined to try and ruin our new life? Well I won't let you. You are going to learn to be an obedient member of this family and until you do you won't be sitting comfortably." All the time she was raining down spanks on my cheeks and legs and I had tears running down my other cheeks. The hurt from my backside was bad enough but the hurt inside as I realised my last hope of someone saving me had gone was worse.
I knew I was now totally at the mercy of all these people who seemed to hate me and I knew I was just going to have to take what ever they dished up. Finally my mum stopped and said, "Well Timmy would you like to take him back to the corner now. I'm sure he'll think twice before not doing what you tell him in future."
Up to that stage I hadn't been aware that Timmy and Andy had followed my mum in and had watched the whole show but there they were, Timmy grinning all over his face while Andy had a look of shock on his. "Yes mummy, I'll take him back there but I did say he would get the brush if he moved," he said stepping up to my mum and giving her a big hug and a kiss which she returned fondly. He gave me a look as if to say he had taken her from me as well.
"Oh right," she said, "do you want to get it and we can give him a few before he goes back in to the corner?" Timmy rushed off to get it while my mother chatted to Andy as if she didn't have her naked son across her lap. In a flash Timmy was back and handed the brush to my mum who gave me 6 on each cheek. "Will that do Timmy," she asked? Luckily he agreed so she pulled me to my feet.