Timmy came over and took my hand and said, "Come on little boy back in the corner for you. Do you think you will remember to stay there this time until I tell you to come out?" I didn't say anything and pulled my hand away. Timmy immediately gave me some more slaps on my sore bum and legs and said, "Do you want to get some more of the brush?"
"No," I begged, "I'll stay there."
"Right hold my hand while I take the little boy to the corner," he mocked. I heard my mother laugh at this but I obeyed, fear of more pain winning over the loss of further dignity. He led me back to the hall and into the corner again. "Hands on head," he ordered, "and don't take them off until I tell you you can." As I complied he started to pinch my backside remarking on the fact it was going to get well spanked with the brush by his dad later that evening and wondering how many other spankings I was going to earn before then. All I could do was just stand and take it. He finally got bored with tormenting me and went off to rejoin Andy and the pair went outside to play.
A little later my mother went out to collect her stuff from the car. She didn't say a word to me but left the front door wide open so I was exposed to the world naked with by red bum and hands on my head. She made several journeys to the car and left the door wide open the whole time. By the time she had taken the things she brought in to the different rooms of the house and changed herself I must have been on display for about 40 minutes. I wondered how many neighbours or passers by had seen me. Even then she left it open saying that it would make it easier for Tommy to keep an eye on me while he was playing.
By this time my arms were really beginning to ache and I was aware of how hungry I felt. To make matters worse mum then started to prepare things for tea and the smell of cooking was unbearable. I tried easing the pain in my arms by moving them slightly but was too terrified to take them down even for a moment as I was sure one of them would catch me the moment I did.
Eventually Timmy and Andy came in and told my mum they were going to take me upstairs to play. "OK," she said, "tea will be in about an hour, I'll call you when the others are back." At this Timmy told Andy to take me upstairs and went into the kitchen. I quickly dropped my arms as I followed him upstairs relieved I had survived the corner without another punishment but not looking forward to more games in the bedroom.
As it happened I was left to stand there while they played with Timmy's toys until mum called us and said tea would be ready in five minutes. "Right," said Timmy, "lets get your bum warmed up again before we go down for tea. Get bent over." I bent as the two boys got behind me and repeated their joint assault on my buttocks. It took very few smacks to get me crying again as my cheeks were so sensitive from my afternoon punishment. I dreaded the thought of the effect the brush would have on me later today. When they had finished Timmy laughingly said, "We better go and wash our hands before we eat you know what we've been touching."
I had to accompany them to the bathroom while they washed their hands but I was told not to bother as there was no need. I didn't understand what he meant and assumed he was referring to the fact that I had not been touching my bum like them. Any way by now I was so cowed that I didn't question and just did as I was told. So still sniffing and with tears on my cheeks I accompanied them downstairs. I was aware that I was going to have to face them naked with a red bum and showing I had been recently crying but by this time I was so hungry I would have walked naked down the street to get some food. Any way I thought they've all seen me naked for the last two mornings and Jane had bathed me. I was surprised though when I walked in the room despite my thoughts how embarrassed I felt. I tried to cover my privates but was ordered by Timmy to put my hands on my head. He then made me turn found to show Jane, Elizabeth and Alice my red backside.
Elizabeth congratulated him on the job he had done in keeping it sore while Alice giggled and came across and rubbed her hands over it. "Gosh it is warm," she exclaimed. At that moment mum called us into the kitchen for tea.
The food smelled lovely, my mouth was watering and my stomach was rumbling. When we got into the kitchen I saw there were only five places laid so assumed that Andy was not eating but he sat down at the table next to Timmy. I carefully lowered myself down on the chair but was told to get up and let the girls sit down by my mother.
I asked where I was going to sit and she told me I was to wait on the others and then I could sit on the stool that was placed in the middle of the kitchen. It was over three foot high with a large square cane seat. I knew it would be painful on my sore bare bum to sit on it but what really worried me was how I was going to balance my food. She made me come to her to collect large plates of delicious food which I had to carry over to the other children one at a time. After they had all been served and started to tuck in I was ordered to get up on the stool and sit facing the table with a leg down each side of the stool. This left my legs dangling spread wide with my privates exposed to the children and all my weight on the cane strips which dug painfully into my tender cheeks. I was ordered to put my hands on my head. When I asked about my food my mother informed me that Timmy had told her about my upset stomach this morning and she had agreed with him that it would be best if I kept off any food for the day. I whined and cried about it not being fair, how hungry I was and that I didn't have an upset stomach but she refused to listen finally getting annoyed and threatening to go and get the brush if I didn't shut up.
The children chatted to my mother and made a big fuss about how delicious the food was and telling me I didn't know what I was missing. I sat there crying, embarrassed by my exposure, with a growing pain from the stool and all I could think about was how hungry I was. I was hoping I would be asked to get down and bring them some more food because I would get some relief from the pain in my backside and if I got a chance I was going to try and sneak some food. Unfortunately my mother got them seconds so I was just left to suffer. After they had all finished and my mother had cleared all the food away I was told to get down which I did immediately but then had to do the washing and drying up. The unfairness of having to clear up after them having not been allowed to eat got to me and started my tears again.
"What a baby you are," my mum said, "perhaps 7 is too old for you to act maybe we should treat you as even younger. I must discuss it with your dad." I couldn't imagine anything being worse than my present treatment but from the tone of her voice I knew she meant it as a threat so I pleaded with her. "Well we'll see," she said.
After I had finished I was told to go into the lounge to wait for "my" dad to return. I went in and the others were watching TV but Timmy instructed me to go and stand in the corner with my hands on my head. He told me I had better be well behaved because I wouldn't want another spanking before I got the brush from his dad. Something I couldn't agree with more. I heard them discussing the pattern the cane stool had put on my bum which they found most amusing.
I must have been there about 30 minutes when he came home. After greeting all his children and Andy he came over me and felt my bum remarking to Timmy that he appeared to have done a good job. He squeezed my cheeks and told me he thought they would be just right for the brush. All I could do was stand there and wriggle as he pawed my bottom. He then went into the kitchen to greet my mother.
They both came into the lounge where they announced that my mother was to give me my bath and then I was going to come down for the brush. As I went upstairs with her the others started to rearrange the furniture.
My mother told me to go to the toilet while she ran the bath. Again sitting on the toilet in front of someone meant I wasn't able to do anything although having not had anything to eat or drink since breakfast I was pretty empty particularly due to the cleaning effect the ice had had on me.
"Right get in the bath," she ordered, "and listen to me. I told you on the phone that you were going to have to learn to behave and fit in here. This is my family and your father prevented me for the last seven years from being with them all the time. He ruined my life. Well I am determined that you are not going to carry on his work. Everything about you, the way you look and the way you act reminds me of him. Well unless you change you are going to pay a very heavy price for that. I am going to prove to my new family that just because you are my son you are not going to get any favourable treatment from me. You have been spoilt and allowed to do what you like by your father. Well it is all going to change. You will do exactly as you are told by everyone in this family, or anyone else and your job is to please other people now not yourself. You have no rights here. When I am satisfied that you have unlearnt all the bad habits your father taught you I may consider treating you like my son again. Until then you are just a spoilt little brat who is going to learn that the world does not revolve around him. Every time you complain about anything, every time you don't do as your told, every time you are selfish I will know that you are not learning your lesson and I will treat you accordingly. Do I make myself clear?"
I was astounded by this speech and didn't know what to say. She pulled me up by the arm and slapped me hard across my wet bum. "Answer me," she shouted, "when I talk to you," giving me three more slaps.
"Yes mum," I answered, "I'll try please I'm sorry" I wasn't sure what I was agreeing to but just wanted to stop the spanking and wanted to try and please this woman who was my only parent whom I needed to love me. I was stood there crying while she started to wash me. She wasn't as gentle as Jane but I did my best to just stand there and be co-operative. When she was finished she lifted me out of the water and went to get a towel. She sat herself down on the toilet and spread the towel over her knees and put me across them face down.
"What did I say about you doing as you were told," she asked? "Didn't your dad say you were to tell anyone who washed you how to wash your bum and willy?" With this she started to spank me again. "You brat 2 minutes ago you were promising to be good and try and then immediately you fail to obey your dad. Well I think you'll regret that especially when you're getting the brush shortly."
"I'm sorry mum I forgot I wasn't trying to be bad," I pleaded. I realised that she had deliberately tested me and found me wanting. Dad must have told her.
After several minutes of spanking I was returned to the bath where she washed me in the prescribed manner. She was not gentle and I received several more slaps for moving. She lifted me out of the bath gave me a quick rough rub down with a towel and after the water ran away I had to clean the bath again getting some more slaps because she was not happy with my performance.
Finally when I had completed the task to her satisfaction she took my hand and led me downstairs to where the family and Andy were seated. They were arranged in a semi circle around an armless chair that my stepdad was sitting on.
"Right now we come to the final part of today's punishment for this young man," he said, "and when we're finished I don't think he will ever try and hurt his brother again or any other member of this family. If he should what he has got today will seem like nothing compared to what he will get. Come here David and stand in front of me and show me your bottom. Hands on head."
So as I showed him my bottom I was showing the rest my _c_o_c_k_ and balls. "I see you had to warm it up again my dear," he remarked, "why was that?"
"He failed to tell me how you liked his bottom and willy washed," my mother replied. "He said he forgot so I gave him some spanks to help him remember."
"Well we must help his memory," dad said. "David you will go to each person in this room and tell them how you have your bottom and little boy's willy washed and ask them to give you six smacks on your bottom and two flicks to your willy and one to your balls to help you remember in future. Go to Timmy first as he has been in charge of you today. If you don't describe it as I tell you and ask for the smacks nicely you will get extra smacks from the brush and you will repeat the exercise tomorrow."
If I had thought I couldn't get more humiliated this proved me wrong. I had to go up to Timmy and repeat after Dad, "I have my botty cleaned with my toothbrush because I'm a dirty little boy who doesn't clean himself properly after going poo. It needs to be pushed well in and wiggled about. I also need my peepee cleaned under the skin. Please check they are clean and then spank my botty and flick my peepee and balls hard." At the end of this humiliating recital Timmy pulled my foreskin back roughly and squeezed and rubbed the sensitive top of my _c_o_c_k_. He announced it was clean. By this time it was also stiff so he flicked it twice and my balls. Then I had to turn round and bend over and spread my cheeks while he stuck his finger right up my bum hole and wiggled it about. After he had pulled it out and said it was clean Dad told me to lick it. Even though it was clean I still found it gross.
Next I had to go to Alice and repeat the whole process. Again she was rough but agreed I was clean. I got the flicks, smacks licked her finger and moved on to Elizabeth who really dug her nails into my poor _c_o_c_k_ and scraped trying to find something. She flicked me harder than the other two and brought tears to my eyes. Again when I bent over her nail scratched my hole and she forced it in a long way, I could feel her nail scratching inside. After I had licked it she really spanked me hard.
Next it was over to Jane who, while she followed her Dad's instructions, was as gentle as she could be and her flicks and smacks hardly hurt. Next to my horror I found that Andy was to have a turn as well. He seemed almost as shocked as me but joined in with enthusiasm, by the time I had licked his finger and received my smacks he was grinning as much as Timmy.
Mum and dad had a turn as well and I was sore front and back as well as totally humiliated. I was surprised my willy stayed stiff throughout it all. Dad asked me if I would remember to tell anyone who bathed me in future how I needed to be washed. I promised I would and he said you better because you will never know if they are testing you and I've already told them.
I then had to go over Dad's knees for the brush. Being so sore already it took only a few smacks to get me yelling but he continued whacking my bum cheeks and legs right down to my knees. He got the boys to hold me again and by the end they were really having to hold me down as I bucked and struggled to avoid the smacks. I was sobbing with tears and snot on my face but it wasn't over yet. I had to finally go round them again in reverse order carrying the brush and apologising for hitting Timmy and asking them to give me any more they thought I needed. Mum gave me three medium ones as did Andy, Jane gave me one gentle one but Elizabeth gave me 5, I think to make up for it, which were very hard, Alice 3 and Timmy finished with a half dozen. He then led me to the corner where I stood with my hands at my sides for the rest of the evening while the rest of the family and Andy enjoyed themselves.
There was one final thing that happened that night on the worst day of my life so far. I was surprised Alice, Timmy and Andy went off to bed before me. About half an hour later Dad took me upstairs where I found Andy in my bed and a pillow on the floor between the two beds. The window was wide open and although it was the summer it had turned cold and the room was chilly. Dad said to me as the youngest I'm sure you won't mind giving up your bed for our guest. So I was going to have to sleep on the hard floor, naked with no covers and an extremely sore bum, willy and balls in a cold room between two giggling boys. As you can imagine it took me ages to cry myself to sleep and I kept waking up through the night feeling hungry and sore. I vowed never to hit Timmy again.