A Change For The Worst 2: New Clothes
by Daveboy

copyright 1998, 2006 by Daveboy, all rights reserved
daveboy@iname.com

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A Change For The Worst 2: New Clothes

The next morning I was awoken by Timmy pulling off my
bedclothes and telling me his dad said I had to get up. I
realised I was stark naked and yesterday's events came back
to me. I grabbed for the clothes and pulled them back over
me. "Get lost squirt", I said. 

"Do you want me to tell Dad you won't obey", he said moving
to the door. 

"No", I desperately cried, "look I'm out", I pleaded as I
scrambled out of bed. 

"Well", he paused at the door, "lets see if you're obedient.
Hands on your head". I hesitated he started to open the
door. 

"All right", I cried. I put my hands on my head and stood
there while he walked round me. His fingers explored my
backside which was still a bit sore. Next he got hold of my
penis and pulled on it. I knew I could do nothing. 

"That's better", he said, "I think I will just slipper you
again though to make you remember to obey me". 

"Please," I begged, "I'm sorry". 


"Bend over or I'll tell Dad", he threatened. Reluctantly I
bent and he picked up the slipper. Ten times he whacked me.
"Now go to the bathroom and wash", he ordered, "and
properly". I rushed to the bathroom and locked the door and
sat on the toilet and sobbed. After going to the toilet I
started to wash. 

The door rattled and Anne said she needed to come in. "Go
away", I said, "I'm in here". 

"Open this door I've got to get to school", she whined. 

"Shut up", I said, "I'll let you in when I'm ready". She
went away but a few minutes later another rap on the door
came and I heard her father's voice telling me to open the
door. I hurriedly wrapped a towel around me and opened the
door. Anne was standing by him grinning. 

"Why didn't you open the door when she told you to", he
demanded. 

"I was washing", I pleaded. 

"Get downstairs now", he said, "and wait in the lounge".
Dressed just in a towel I went downstairs and waited. The
others were getting breakfast in the kitchen. 

After a while Anne came down ready for school. "All right
come in here all of you. Well David, what do you have to say
for yourself? Is there any reason I shouldn't spank you for
being disobedient?" 

"I'm sorry Dad I didn't know there was any rule about using
the bathroom, please I won't do it again, don't spank me,
I'm sorry Anne," I grovelled, terrified that I was about to
be spanked naked in front of them all. 


"Well you might have a point there", he said, "but it was
still selfish. Anne has to go school today and you don't. I
suppose because you have been spoilt you're not used to
considering others. Well I won't spank you this time as you
haven't failed to obey my rules." I relaxed and Anne and Tim
looked disappointed but it was too soon, "but from now on
the rule for you David is that you may not lock the bathroom
or toilet door at any time and if anyone wants to use it you
will let them. That means even if you are right in the
middle of anything you will wait outside the door until they
are finished. Perhaps that will teach you to consider others
particularly as you are the youngest". They were all
grinning now obviously thinking of the fun they could have
in the future. "Well David you know there is a rule now,
eh?" 

"Yes Dad", I croaked. 

"Well go and get ready and make sure you've washed properly
we are going to get you your new clothes. O. K. off the rest
of you go. I know its your last day at school but you don't
want to be late so hurry up. If David and I aren't back when
you get home be good". 

I wondered what clothes Dad had in mind as I went upstairs.
I finished washing and went into my room to get dressed. I
found Dad sitting on Timmy's bed. He pointed to my unmade
bed. "First thing after you get up you make your bed. Its
another rule but you should have known from the way Timmy
did his. You will make yours and Timmy's bed for the next
month". 

"Oh Dad" 

"Do you want to make everyone's bed?" 

"No dad". 

"O. K. do it, if you don't make them both before anything
else for a month you will make everyone's bed for a month.
Remember before you do anything else and that includes
before getting dressed". The thought of having to make
Timmy's bed in the nude was bad enough but making the girls'
beds was horrific. "Right get it made". As I bent over to
start the towel I had round my middle slipped. I grabbed it
and started to wrap it round me again. "Take it off", he
ordered, "we haven't got time to waste". Once again I was
forced to be naked in front of him while I carried out my
chore. When I had finished he said, "don't forget tomorrow.
Now come here and let me see if you're clean". 


He made me bend down to look in my ears and round the back
of my neck, then I had to stand and lift my arms while my
armpits were inspected. He wiped his hands over them and
sniffed then leant in and sniffed my pits directly. "Ugh",
he said. Next his hands rubbed between my legs and over my
balls and cock. Again he sniffed and looked horrified. He
next grabbed my cock and started to peel back my foreskin.
This was painful as it was not something I had done before
and he wasn't gentle, I tried to pull away but a slap on my
leg stopped me. He rubbed his finger over the exposed head
and then squeezed the tip. I yelped but a warning look
stopped me from continuing to pull away. He looked up and
smiled and said, "this really is a little boy's cock isn't
it". 

"Yes Dad", I squeaked as he applied pressure to my balls
with his other hand. When he had finished squeezing,
stroking and pulling he pulled the skin back over the head
and made me turn round. Now with my back to him he made me
bend over but he still had hold of my cock and balls in one
hand. "Put your hands on your bum cheeks and pull them
apart", he ordered. Reluctantly I obeyed. Next thing I felt,
apart from total humiliation, was his finger running up and
down my crack. "Don't move and don't let go", he ordered and
then he proceeded to push his finger into my hole. It hurt
it was degrading but I couldn't move through fear and the
firm grip on my privates. After what seemed hours but was
probably less than a minute he pulled his finger out and
looked at it. 

"You are filthy", he said, "your neck has days of grime on
it, you stink, you don't seem to have ever washed your cock
properly nor do you clean yourself properly after going to
the toilet. The more I find out about you the more I am sure
we are right to treat you as a little boy. Right let's go
back to the bathroom and this time I'll wash you properly".
I was pulled down to the bathroom and he started to run the
cold tap of the bath. "I'm not wasting any more hot water on
you now", he said, "you had your chance to have a proper
warm wash". When the bath was half full he told me to get
in. 

I gingerly put a foot in and whined, "its freezing". 

Slap went his hand against my left cheek. "In", he shouted.
I got both feet in and slowly lowered myself down to the
water. As my cheeks touched the water I hesitated but he
placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me under. "Right
lie there with everything under the water except your head",
he ordered. Again time seemed to stand still as I shivered
under the water. He loomed above me with a wide grin on his
face. It reminded me of Tommy when I got punished in front
of him. 


"Right stand up", he said. He soaped his hands and started
to rub away at my neck. I thought he was going to rub the
skin away. "If I ever find you in this state again I'll take
a scrubbing brush to you", he threatened. Next it was my
arms, back, chest and stomach. If I flinched or moved his
hand would hit my backside. "Lift your leg", he ordered and
scrubbed away with his hands. "Now the other one". After he
finished my body from neck to waist and legs tingled. Next
he attacked my privates although I tried to stand still I
couldn't remain motionless and received several more slaps.
Next he grabbed my penis and pulled the foreskin back and
roughly soaped the head and shaft. "Right which is your
toothbrush," he asked? 

"The red one there", I pointed out. 

He rubbed his finger along it and said "Unused, Clean your
teeth now". I clambered out all covered in soap and started
to brush my teeth as ordered. It seemed a strange order to
do things but I was beginning to learn that it was safer
just to obey orders. It was amazing how quickly I had been
cowed into submission. When I had complied I returned to the
bath, "under you get", he said, "and rinse off". I hurried
to obey as I didn't want to be ducked again. My body had had
a chance to warm up while I had been standing so it was a
real shock to the system to go under again. As I lay under
his hands were all over my body including pulling the cover
back over my penis. "O. K. up you get again and bend over".
The next moment my privates were grabbed again and I was
ordered to spread my cheeks again. Then I felt a rough
object rubbing up and down my crack, next it was invading my
hole like his finger had before it. I was nearly in tears
again by this time.

"O. K," he said as he pulled the object out, "rinse off". As
I lowered myself down again he stood above me with his grin.
He was holding my toothbrush. "You're lucky David I let you
brush your teeth before rather than after", he sneered. "O.
K.", he said, "put your head under". When I came up he
washed my hair rinsed it with more cold water and then
pulled me out and roughly towelled me down. While this was
happening the bath emptied and in my birthday suit I was
made to clean the bath. When I finished he made me stand in
front of him with my hands on my head. "O. K. David", he
said, "You will be washed each night like this until I think
you're ready to be allowed to wash yourself. When I think
you are you will then be allowed to wash yourself under
supervision, when I'm happy that you can be trusted you will
be allowed to wash yourself on your own. Every morning you
will come in and have a complete strip wash at the basin.
You will only use cold water in the morning". 

"Will it always be a cold bath at night", I queried. 

"That depends on the person who washes you", he replied,
"but you are to remind them to wash you exactly as I did,
particularly under your foreskin and your bumhole". 

"Who else will it be", I asked horrified? 

"Who ever I decide". 

"Please Dad can't it be only you", I begged. At least he had
already seen me like this and done it to me. Horrid as it
was the thought of someone else doing it was even worse. 

"It will be anyone I say and you will behave as if it was me
or your backside will pay. Do you understand"? 

"Yes Dad", I gulped. 

"Right lets get you dressed and we can get on with our
shopping. You better remind me to get another toothbrush for
you otherwise you'll be using this one at both ends". We
went back to my room where I got dressed. "Well", he said,
"make the most of them as it will be the last time for a
while your wearing things like this". My sense of dread
about this clothes shopping increased. 

I went downstairs and had my breakfast and did the washing
up. We then got in his car and drove to the shops. The first
call was the barbers and despite my plea for my hair which I
had grown quite long for that time, like my music heroes, I
got a short back and sides pudding basin cut. Another part
of my past and resistance went with my hair.

Next we went to a department store where my dad walked
around and collected some shorts. I knew it was no good
saying that I only wore long trousers. We were shown to the
changing stall by a young female shop assistant who said she
would wait outside to see if we needed anything. She closed
the curtain as she left. "Right get stripped", said Dad,
"Everything off I don't want to waste any more time we have
a lot to do". I stripped again even taking off my
underpants. I was stood on the bench. The shorts were tried
and although they seemed to fit all right to me Dad was not
satisfied. After having them all on and off he pulled the
curtain back and asked the assistant to get him some one and
two sizes smaller. I was left there exposed to her view and
to anyone else in the shop. While she went off my Dad went
outside to get more things and I was left there. I didn't
know what to do. While I wanted to pull the curtain I was
terrified that my new Dad would spank me if I did. So I just
tried to scrunch myself up and hope no one noticed me. A few
minutes later Dad returned with some little coloured pants.
At the time these were very unusual as boys wore white Y
fronts. He tried one pair on. They were very tight. "They're
for a seven year old", I said. "Good that's how you behave,"
he answered. He took them off and put them to one side.
"Right wait there and stand up straight with your hands by
your side. Don't slouch". When the shop assistant came back
that's how she found me. She was only about seventeen and
she had a good look. She stood there holding the shorts and
we both waited for my Dad to return. 

When he did he tried them on but this time no one shut the
curtain. Dad explained to her that I was a spoilt boy who
had not grown up properly yet and so was going to be treated
as a seven year old. He removed the shorts and then said to
her, "I need some shirts and tops suitable for a seven year
old could you get me some". Off she went and he went off as
well leaving me again standing straight and exposed. Dad
came back first with ankle socks, knee socks, and a couple
of sweaters. Soon the lady returned with the tops. Again
they were very juvenile and tight but they did fit. Some dad
rejected because they came down to far he said. "Everything
must come down no further than his hips". Off she went again
and returned with the required items. Finally Dad said,
"Have you got some pyjamas? He's not allowed to wear them at
present because he was naughty but when he is he will need a
couple of pairs". 

"I've got just the thing," she said and disappeared. Dad
went off too. When she returned she had two pairs with teddy
bears on and were really babyish. She looked around her and
then held the top up against me and said, "Aren't they sweet
and they don't cover your little man", which she then
squeezed. Dad then arrived and told her they would do fine.
I was left in the open cubicle while he paid for all the
goods. I was then given a pair of shorts, a top, and socks
to put on and my shoes but no underpants. We left the shop
leaving my old clothes behind me. 

Next call was the shoe shop where I got a pair of sandals, a
pair of plimsolls and some slippers. It seems I was to have
nothing from my former life so my shoes were replaced with
the sandals. "Right", he said, "we'll go and get you
measured for some more clothes". We went down a side street
to a dingy little tailor's shop. I was taken into the shop
where a little man of about 50 came and met us. "I spoke to
you this morning on the phone about making my son some
clothes for school and home". 

"Ah yes sir", said the man, "is this the young man"? 

"Yes", said Dad, "You know what I want"? 

"Certainly sir no problem. This way". Shortly I found
myself, for the second time that day, in a changing cubicle
standing on the bench stark naked. I was told to do whatever
the man said and he was told to give me a slap if I was not
co-operative. My Dad then said he had one or two things to
get elsewhere and would come back for me later and left. 

"Well David we're going to measure you all up for some
special new clothes" the man said. He started to take my
measurements but his hands seemed to linger longer than
necessary. I pulled away when he was taking my inside leg
measurement as his hand seemed to have got stuck at the top
of my leg. Slap he went and said he would tell my Dad I had
been awkward when he got back. 

"No", I begged because I knew what that would mean. 

"Well we'll see how good you are". I knew I was trapped. He
continued to measure but his hands wandered, stroked and
patted. "Right lets have a look at your John Thomas", he
said grasping it in his hand. "Can you get it to stand up",
he asked. 


"No", I replied not knowing what he meant. He started to
move his fingers up and down and to my surprise it did stand
up he kept going for a while but then said, "no cream yet,
never mind it will come". I didn't know what he was talking
about so said nothing. He measured my John Thomas as he
called it length ways and round it, noting the measurements
in his book. He then sat on the bench and made me come
across his knees. He then went on to measure all parts of my
bum including the depth of the crack. I then found myself
with another finger invading my hole. What had happened to
my life. Three days ago I had had privacy, love and my body
was my own. Now everyone I met seemed to be able to look at
it and touch it.  

My Dad came back then. "Was he good" he asked? 

"Not bad", the man replied. When my dad was sure all the
details had been taken he asked when the clothes would be
ready. 

"About two weeks", said the man, "bring him back for a
fitting then". 

"Right get dressed David I want to get back for the others".
We walked back to the car. Just as we were going to drive
off I remembered my toothbrush. When I told Dad he said, "I
said to remind me when we were out shopping you'll just have
to use your old one for both ends until we come back
shopping". I begged and pleaded that I couldn't and that I
was sorry. I was then given the choice of a spanking and we
would get a new brush or I could make do with the old one.
Although I didn't want a spanking I couldn't put a brush
that had been up my bottom in my mouth so I asked for the
spanking. Apparently reluctantly my Dad agreed and told me
to get out of the car and take my clothes off. I pleaded to
just get it in the car with my shorts down if necessary but
he was adamant or we could go home without a new brush.
Again I was beaten. Slowly I crawled out of the car and
removed my shorts and my top as instructed. When this was
done he told me to lean over the bonnet. He reached between
my legs and boosted me up and then spanked my bum and down
my legs to my knees. He must have given me over 50 smacks
and I was sobbing again. 

When I got up there was an audience of several people. No
one had tried to stop it in fact there seemed to be general
approval. Everyone just assumed I must have deserved it.
There was no such thing as child abuse in those days. As
long as you didn't kill them a parent or step-parent could
do what they liked. 

I was allowed to put my shorts and top back on but my tears
and the marks on my legs let everyone we met, to and from
the chemist and in it, know I had been spanked but at least
I had my new toothbrush.

  
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