A Change For The Worst 8: My 13th Birthday - Part 1
  by Daveboy
  
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  A Change For The Worst 8: My 13th Birthday - Part 1
  
  So I woke up the next morning the day of my birthday, stiff
  and cold from lying naked on the hard kitchen floor with
  only a few sheets of newspaper under me. I had had a very
  disturbed night. As I lay there relieved that the paper at
  least was dry I remembered my previous birthdays. My dad as
  far back as I could remember had always taken the day off
  for my birthday and the whole day was organised to give me
  pleasure. We had been to places of my choice, great parties
  had been arranged for me and my friends. Everything had been
  done to provide me with a continuous day of enjoyment and
  treats. I had been showered with presents and money. 
  
  As I remembered those happier days I found myself crying as
  once more I realised those days were gone. I missed my dad
  so badly, why did he have to be killed in that car accident.
  I wondered what this year would hold for me and with the
  optimism of youth I hoped for something good. Birthdays were
  days you got treated especially nicely and although I
  guessed it wouldn't be as good as former years I reckoned
  for this day at least I would be safe from spankings and
  other punishments. Perhaps I would be allowed to wear some
  of my old clothes as a treat. I decided to ask my stepdad if
  I could wear my jeans for today at least. Perhaps my
  presents would include the return of my record player and
  records. 
  
  As I lay there I heard footsteps coming downstairs. It
  sounded like the whole family was coming down together. I
  heard them go into the lounge and then Timmy came into the
  kitchen and surprised me by wishing me a Happy Birthday and
  said I was wanted in the lounge. Naked as the day I was
  born, I followed him in and found them all sitting there. 
  
  "Come here David," my stepdad said. I went and stood in
  front of him. "Happy birthday son, this is your special day
  and so we have lots of treats in store for you. Now I know
  you must be very excited but I want to remind you, you still
  need to be good and do what you are told because I don't
  want to have to punish you on your birthday but I will if
  you force me to. So you will be a good boy won't you?" 
  
  "Yes dad, I will," I answered. I liked the idea of treats
  and was determined not to do anything to earn a spanking. 
  
  He went on, "This afternoon your mother and I have arranged
  a tea party for you and you will be given your presents
  then. First though we are going to put your cream on and
  give you your birthday decoration. Lie on the floor on your
  front". 
  
  I didn't know what he was talking about birthday decoration
  but not wanting to annoy him I laid down as instructed. I
  looked up at him as he got up and picked up the ointment. I
  knew it would sting but was determined to be brave. He put
  it in and around my hole and I felt the burning sensation.
  While I lay there I saw him pick up a paint brush and a
  bottle of green ink. "Now lie still the ink is indelible and
  I don't want to smudge it or make a mistake," he ordered. He
  knelt over me with his knees each side and sat down on my
  bottom. 
  
  I lay there feeling him drawing on my back. It tickled a bit
  but I held myself still as I had been told, trying to ignore
  it and the burning in my bum. He worked down my back and
  moved down until he was sitting on my knees and I felt the
  brush on my right cheek and then the left. I lay there
  wondering what this was all about but it didn't hurt and by
  the time he had finished neither did the ointment so I
  thought it didn't matter. 
  
  When he had finished on my cheeks he just sat there while
  the ink dried. Then he checked my hole and got up and helped
  me up. I tried to look over my shoulder and see what was on
  me but couldn't make it out. 
  
  "Go over to your mother and she'll read you what's written
  there," he said as he saw me looking. 
  
  Again I obeyed and went over to my mum and turned round so
  she could read my back. 
  
  "Well David, it says 'I am 13 today, please give me my
  birthday spanking' and on each cheeks it says '7 here
  please'" she told me. I spun round in horror and found her
  smiling. 
  
  "No," I yelled, turning to my stepfather, "I haven't done
  anything wrong please you said you didn't want to punish me.
  It is my birthday". 
  
  "This isn't a punishment its just a bit of fun on your
  birthday and to allow people to share your birthday.
  Everyone you meet today, if they wish, will give you 14
  spanks, 7 on each cheek, that's one for each year of your
  life and one to grow on. If anyone asks you about it you
  must explain and make it clear that you want them to do it.
  If you don't co-operate I will take the belt to you. Now we
  will start with your mother, go and ask her to give you your
  birthday spanking," he directed. 
  
  I stood there hesitating not able to believe that I was
  going to be spanked on my birthday not just once but many
  times. 
  
  "Timmy perhaps you would go and get the belt as your brother
  seems to need some encouragement to be obedient," he asked.
  "I don't understand him the birthday spanks will hurt his
  little bottom a lot more when its been beaten by the belt
  but if that's what he wants." 
  
  As Timmy got up I realised that my stepfather was correct
  and I knew by now that he would carry out his threat. So I
  quickly went to my mother and asked her for my birthday
  spanking. 
  
  "OK, Timmy leave it for now it seems he has decided not to
  be bad," he said. 
  
  "Do you really want it," my mother asked. I knew she knew I
  didn't but I had to say yes. 
  
  "Now David you have to say it with more enthusiasm than
  that, some people might think you don't mean it," she said. 
  
  I was made to ask her several times until they were
  satisfied that I had asked properly. At their instructions I
  had to say, "Please mummy will you be kind enough to give me
  my birthday spanking on my botty". 
  
  "Now that's how you must ask anyone else, today," I was
  told. I decided then that I was going to spend as much time
  as possible in my room out of the way of other people for
  that day. 
  
  My mother put me across her knee and gave me 7 spanks on my
  left cheek and then 7 on the right. They weren't too painful
  as she didn't hit as hard as I knew she could but they stung
  a little. 
  
  Once I was on my feet, I had to go across to Jane and
  request the same from her. She as I expected did little more
  than pat me 7 times on each cheek. Elizabeth went next and
  she again appeared to want to make up for her sister's
  kindness by smacking hard. Although she was only a year
  older than me and a girl she played lots of tennis and
  really made me smart. As I'm sure you can guess Alice and
  Timmy also gave it their best shots and by the time I went
  back to my stepfather I was feeling warm. As I climbed up on
  his knee we all heard the milkman delivering the milk. "Will
  you go and speak to him dear," he asked my mother?
  
  My mother agreed and went to the front door while Dad gave
  me 7 on my left cheek. He took his time and although he
  wasn't hitting as hard as when he had punished me other
  times they were no pats. Each slap produced a loud report
  and a real sting to my cheek. As he started on the right
  cheek my mother came back in with the milkman. This was the
  first time I had met this man that came to our house
  everyday except Sunday and here he was seeing me naked over
  my stepdad's lap with a reddening bum and green writing over
  my back and cheeks. 
  
  "The milkman wants to wish David a happy birthday," mum
  announced. 
  
  "That's very nice of you," dad said, "Almost finished". With
  that he gave me the sixth and seventh on my right cheek
  which were harder than the ones that went before. I was
  lifted up and sent over to the milkman who wished me a very
  happy birthday. I thought to myself he must be joking but I
  didn't say it as I knew it would only make things worse so I
  just thanked him. 
  
  "Ask him for your birthday spanking," my stepdad ordered. 
  
  So I had to ask this stranger to give me a birthday
  spanking. He like most I was to meet that day and future
  birthdays was not at all reluctant to grant me my "wish".
  Soon I was across his knees and his big hand was working on
  my cheeks. When I had received the 14 I was stood up and I
  had to thank him and he went on his way whistling cheerily. 
  
  I was told to go and have a pee in the garden and then go
  for a wash and then to come down for breakfast. I timidly
  raised the question of clothes but was told my mother would
  find me something later but as it was my birthday I would
  spend the morning in my birthday suit. 
  
  Luckily I was once again unobserved peeing in the garden but
  I wondered how long I was going to have to continue using
  it. The enema and the fact that I hadn't eaten much
  yesterday meant I didn't need to do anything else. I was
  pleased about that but I did worry about the future. I ran
  upstairs and washed and then joined my family for breakfast.
  The meal went OK apart from the postman arriving and while
  he brought me some cards from relatives, a couple with money
  in, he also wanted to wish me a happy birthday after
  speaking to my stepfather. So another stranger spanked me
  and left whistling happily. The paperboy also was pleased to
  join us and wish me a happy birthday in the same way. He
  told us all that it was his 13th birthday last month and he
  was jolly glad he hadn't had to be spanked but he liked
  giving spankings. 
  
  That morning I didn't have to do any chores but had to stay
  downstairs reading a book. This activity was interrupted on
  a number of occasions by tradesmen or other callers who all
  were invited in to wish me a Happy Birthday which always
  included the birthday spanking. Not one person refused the
  opportunity and they all seemed to find it a most amusing
  custom. Some spanked lightly treating it as a joke for which
  I was grateful because I was beginning to get quite tender
  back there. Others seemed to put everything in it, the worst
  that morning were the two window cleaners who had their sons
  with them. The boys were about my age but much bigger,
  helping their fathers on their school holidays. They all
  smacked with enthusiasm and getting 56 hard spanks from the
  four of them in such a short time really got my tail ablaze.
  The boys were invited by my stepfather to sit and play cards
  with me while their fathers did the windows as he explained
  I had no friends in the area yet. I have to say I didn't
  find them the best of company as they only seemed to want to
  laugh about my predicament and comment on my body in a very
  personal way. My red bum was commented on as well as the
  size of my privates and my lack of hair down there. I was
  pleased when their fathers had completed their work and the
  card game could end. As they were about to depart one
  suggested to my stepfather that I should join their sons'
  scout group as that would be a good way for me to meet other
  boys, an idea that appealed to him a lot more than me if
  these 2 were an example of the kind of boy I would meet.
  They agreed to get the scout leader to contact my stepfather
  so I could be enrolled. It seemed this was another thing I
  was to have no say in. 
  
  After lunch Timmy, who had been out all morning, asked if he
  could take me out to play with his friends. Permission was
  granted despite my request to be allowed to stay in and read
  my book but we were both told to be back by 4.00pm so I
  could welcome my guests to my birthday tea. I was given my
  Red Indian loin cloth to wear and sandals and we departed
  with my stepfather's warning ringing in my ear that if Timmy
  reported that I had not done what he said or didn't take my
  birthday spanking from anyone I would get the belt when I
  got home birthday or no birthday. 
  
  The first call was to Andy's house. We were greeted by his
  mother and sister, who invited us in to wait as Andy had
  just gone down the shop for something. His sister was 12 and
  they both were highly amused by my attire. As I walked past
  them they saw my back and the girl said, "Gosh mummy, Timmy
  wasn't lying, he really does want a birthday spanking". 
  
  "Is that true, David," asked Andy's mum, "Would you like us
  to give you a birthday spanking?" 
  
  "Er er," I didn't know what to say, of course I didn't want
  them to spank me but with Timmy there I knew I couldn't say
  no. "Um dad said anyone could if they want to," I said
  hoping they would get the message that this was not
  something I wanted. 
  
  I don't know if they would have taken the hint but Timmy
  butted in, "And you want them to as well don't you Davey,"
  he said threateningly. 
  
  The fear of that belt which I had felt for the first time
  yesterday made me answer, "Yes I'd like you to as well". 
  
  "OK I'll go first and show Susan how to do it," she offered.
  She sat down and I went across her knee. She turned the back
  of the loin cloth up baring my cheeks to her gaze. "Oh how
  helpful it tells us how many to give," she laughed as she
  rubbed my backside. She then gave me 7 moderate slaps to my
  right cheek and then 7 to the left. "I'll hold him Susan
  while you give him yours," she offered. Susan came close and
  repeated the dose. Standing up she took a big swing for each
  slap and they hurt more than her mum's causing me to yelp on
  the last couple on each cheek. "Oh Susan you were hard on
  him, it was only a birthday spanking," she said, "I'll have
  to make it better". With this she rubbed and stroked my
  cheeks again moving them around. While she was doing this
  Andy arrived back from the shops and of course wanted his
  turn so still over his mother's lap I received another 14
  slaps almost as hard as his sister's. After a bit more
  rubbing I was allowed to get up and the three of us set off. 
  
  We called for two other boys and the events were repeated at
  both houses so by the time the gang was assembled I was
  really smarting. There was lots of whispering and giggling
  as we went along, something I had learnt meant no good for
  me. I asked where we were going, to be told by Timmy,
  "You'll find out". We walked down a track until we came to
  what looked like a derelict shack. "OK David when the man
  comes to the door ask him to give you your birthday
  spanking," Timmy ordered with a giggle. 
  
  "Please Timmy, who is it, why do I have to," I whined hating
  myself for being so weak afraid to obey but afraid to
  refuse. 
  
  "Its Old Smelly," he replied grinning, "He'll enjoy giving
  you your spanking, he likes boys and you have to because dad
  said so or you get the belt". 
  
  The four boys shoved and pulled me down what once must have
  been a path but was now overgrown. As I was dragged towards
  the door I pleaded with them hoping this was just a trick
  and they would let me go or perhaps no one lived here and
  Old Smelly was just made up to scare me. When we got to the
  door Timmy started banging on the door while the other 3
  held me. Again I had time to hope that there was no one
  there as the place looked deserted but then this old angry
  voice could be heard demanding we leave him alone. Timmy
  ignored this and continued banging and we heard the voice
  coming nearer. As the door started to open the other three
  shoved me forward and Timmy tripped me up. As I fell forward
  I was aware of the others running away. I fell into the
  house as the door swung open and I was grabbed by Old
  Smelly. I don't know how old he was but he lived up to the
  other part of his name. He stunk, his clothes were old and
  filthy and he was unshaven. He had hold of my arm and I
  couldn't get away. 
  
  "What do you want," he shouted, pulling me up, close to him.
  His breath smelled of drink and I felt sick being that close
  to him. I couldn't speak as he pulled me close to him, his
  clothes were rough against my bare skin. He stood there with
  his arms round me so I couldn't move breathing on me. "Well
  what do we have here," he chuckled running his hands over my
  chest and belly, "So what do you want". 
  
  "He wants his birthday spanking," Timmy called out from the
  safety of the track. 
  
  "So you want old Tom to give you your birthday spanking, do
  you," he said, "OK my darling you come inside and I'll soon
  warm your arse up". 
  
  Without waiting for an answer from me he dragged me inside
  shutting the door. Inside the house was even more filthy
  than he was, there was rubbish all over the place and broken
  bits of furniture. He sat down on something that must have
  once been a sofa but now was just piles of horse hair
  covered by some bits of cloth. Not giving me a chance to
  escape he pulled me across his lap. He turned the back of my
  loin cloth up over my back and started to stroke my cheeks,
  he pulled my legs apart and felt my balls and front. He was
  rough and his clothes and horse hair made my skin itch. 
  
  "Please just give me my spanking, mister and let me go," I
  said. 
  
  "What's your hurry boy," he said, "Old Tom doesn't get to
  have a pretty young boy over his knees often". 
  
  "Please I have to go, I have to get back for my party," I
  begged, "My mum will be worried". 
  
  "OK sonny, don't worry I'll let you go soon but first your
  spanking". with that he started spanking my cheeks, he
  didn't concentrate on one but just slapped away. I was
  counting but he went past 14. 
  
  "Hey mister, it says 7 on each cheek," I said. 
  
  "Oh I haven't got me reading glasses, well you better count
  them out for me cos my maths ain't too good". 
  
  So I had to take another 14 from him counting them out loud.
  It didn't occur to me that if he couldn't count I could lie
  and get less, I foolishly counted properly. When I got to
  seven for the second time he sat me on his lap and started
  to run his hands over me. "Please Mister I've got to go,
  I've had my spanking," I pleaded. 
  
  "Well now you can do something for Old Tom," he said and
  while he held me with one hand I could feel his other hand
  under me, I realised he was undoing his trousers. I
  struggled but he was a strong man. "You hold on there boy, I
  know you want it, coming to see Old Tom nearly nekkid and
  asking to be spanked. I know what boys like you want". He
  stood up lifting me up and pushed his trousers down then sat
  me down on top of him again. He took my hand and placed it
  on his cock, "Now you rub that nicely". He held my hand on
  it and started moving it up and down. I was surprised at the
  size of it as I had never seen a grown up's cock before and
  I felt really sick at having to touch it. I knew it was
  wrong same as having people touching mine. The last month
  lots of people had touched mine and my new stepdad had let
  them and now here was I sitting on this filthy man's knee
  and he was making me touch him. His other hand then grabbed
  my hair and twisted my head and he put his mouth over mine
  and started to kiss me. Before I realised it he had shoved
  his tongue in my mouth and in horror I reacted and bit him. 
  
  He yelled and both his hands released me as he screamed in
  pain. I was off his lap in an instance and making a run for
  the door. He was quick and almost caught me but fortunately
  his trousers round his ankles tripped him up and I was able
  to open the door and escape down the path. I rushed past the
  four boys who had been waiting outside and ran back down the
  track. When I was sure I was safe and old Tom or Smelly,
  whichever he was called, wasn't coming after me I threw
  myself down on the bank. The next minute I was being sick. I
  was still emptying my stomach when the others arrived. 
  
  "Didn't you like old Smellie," said Timmy, "Perhaps that's
  why everyone is told not to go to his place but you're not
  good at doing what you are told are you?" With this he burst
  into laughter, which Andy joined in with him but as I looked
  up the other two boys looked rather shocked at the state of
  me. 
  
  "OK lets get going we will have to go back soon for the
  party and then you will get your presents. I bet you are
  going to like them, especially mine and Alice's," the way he
  said it I knew I wouldn't but how birthday presents could be
  bad I didn't know. 
  
  We walked back along the path until Andy asked Timmy, "Can I
  give him another birthday spanking, I didn't give him as
  hard as I could cos my mum was there". 
  
  "OK," Timmy said, "We'll all have another turn and see who
  can spank him the hardest, he can be the judge". 
  
  "No," I said, "Your dad said each person would only give me
  one spanking". 
  
  I was glad to see this made Timmy hesitate so I pressed my
  advantage and told him I would tell on him if he tried. Andy
  tried to persuade him but I could see Timmy was not going to
  disobey his dad. 
  
  "Lets go down to the rec. then," Timmy said. Again he and
  Andy were whispering and giggling with the other 2 boys as
  we walked along. 
  
  "Don't you think he's had enough," said Michael the one who
  had seemed the most shocked earlier. 
  
  "No, if he doesn't want us to have a second turn its his own
  fault," Timmy replied. 
  
  When we arrived at the rec. there were a group of boys
  playing football, there were about a dozen of them and they
  had put jumpers down for goal posts. They looked to be at
  least a couple of years older than me. As Andy went over to
  them I realised what was planned. "Please Timmy you four can
  spank me again I won't say anything, call him back," I
  begged. 
  
  "No you had your chance and now you are trying to get me to
  disobey my dad, that is naughty," he crowed. 
  
  Andy by now was talking to one of the goalies and pointing
  over to us as we continued to walk towards them. He called
  his mates over. By the time we arrived they were all
  standing in a group. "Turn round," the goalie said. I turned
  round and they read my back. "The kid was telling the truth,
  well we better do what you ask, hadn't we". 
  
  "Which school do you go to," asked another, "I ain't seen
  you at ours". 
  
  "He goes to Hamer Hall," Tim answered before I could say a
  word as up to then I hadn't heard the name of my new school. 
  
  "Oh does he," said the goalie, "he's one of those snobs. We
  hate your sort looking down your nose at us. Well we're
  going to enjoy spanking a Hamer Hall boy. OK who wants to go
  first?" 
  
  The boys took me over to a bench and made me bend over the
  back and Timmy bared my bum. Then they lined up and one
  after the other they gave me the required number on my
  cheeks. They certainly didn't hold back and after the first
  few I couldn't hold back my tears. This led to much teasing
  and name calling. When they had all had a go they went back
  to their football offering to spank me anytime I wanted them
  to and left me to painfully make my way back home. Andy
  accompanied Timmy and I into the house while the other two
  boys left us at the end of our road. 
  
  When we went through the kitchen door my stepfather pounced,
  "You're late and look at the state of you". I looked at my
  loin cloth it did look dirty which was hardly surprising
  with what I had been through. "Right I told you what would
  happen if you didn't look after your clothes, well tomorrow
  you can wear your punishment loin cloth". 
  
  While I hated the idea of wearing that scratchy thing
  tomorrow at least I thought it wasn't today. "Right take it
  off," he ordered, "and then have a wash, we don't have much
  time before the first guests arrive". 
  
  I removed the loin cloth and went towards the stairs, "No
  use the kitchen sink" he ordered. While I stood at the
  kitchen sink washing myself he checked me out. "Seems like
  quite a few people wanted to wish you Happy Birthday," he
  chuckled as he felt my tender cheeks, "Well there will be a
  few more coming soon. I want you standing by the front door
  so when they arrive they can give you your birthday
  spanking. I will let them in and you will present your back
  to them, when they have read what to do you will bend over
  and grasp your ankles, feet wide apart and you will hold
  that position until I tell you to stand when you will resume
  your position by the front door until the next guest
  arrives". 
  
  He handed me a small towel to dry with and then he took me
  out to stand by the front door. He made me bend over and
  moved my legs wide apart. It felt like I was doing the
  splits before he was satisfied with my position. He made me
  repeat it several times. When he was satisfied I knew what
  to do he left me standing by the door. I had only been
  standing there a couple of minutes when the bell rang. My
  stepdad came and opened the door wide and in walked Gordon.
  I turned my back to him and he read out what was written
  there. I then bent over and grasped my ankles, he let me
  have fourteen good slaps. He chatted politely with my
  stepfather while I remained bent over. Finally he went in to
  see Elizabeth and I was allowed to stand and resume my
  position by the door. 
  
  Next Mr Pope arrived. His slaps weren't very hard but as the
  men stood chatting with me bent over his hands explored. He
  felt my hole and his fingers rubbed my willy which made it
  stiff. They both talked as if I wasn't there and my
  stepfather didn't seem to notice what Mr Pope was doing. 
  
  While they were still talking the bell went again. My
  stepfather made me return to my position and then opened the
  door. The next guest was the doctor who read my back but as
  I bent over remarked on the state of my willy. "Well it
  seems the boy likes having his bum spanked, eh John. That
  reminds me we never did take that sample to see if he can
  make sperm. Bring him down another time and I'll do it
  then". He felt my balls and rubbed my willy before giving me
  the 14 slaps. These were about the same strength as
  Gordon's. 
  
  I had a bit of a wait for the next guest who turned out to
  be Mr Davis the tailor. He had hardly finished when Mr
  Palmer the PE teacher arrived who confirmed my earlier
  impression of his strength as he hit me the hardest of
  anyone that day. It appeared as if that was the last
  expected guest because I was taken into the lounge where
  everyone was waiting and we all sat down to tea. I must
  admit that the tea was excellent and although I was sore I
  sat there enjoying my food and pleased to be mainly covered
  by the table cloth. The only problem was I sat between Mr
  Pope and Mr Davis who both spent nearly all the time with
  one hand under the table touching some part of my body.
  Finally the cake was brought in with 13 candles lit. After
  blowing them out and making a wish which unfortunately never
  came true or Timmy and his dad would have been lying on the
  floor stone dead there and then I was informed it was
  present time.

  
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