A Change For The Worse 4: Mum's Return 
  by Daveboy
  
  copyright 1998, 2006 by Daveboy, all rights reserved
  daveboy@iname.com
  
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  A Change For The Worse 4: Mum's Return 
  
  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 cock. "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
  cock 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 cock 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 cock 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 cock 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. 
  
  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 I 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 cock
  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 cock. 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 cock 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.

  
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