A Change For The Worst 1: My New Home

A Change For The Worst 1: My New Home
by Daveboy

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Hello my name is David. This is my story. It starts in July 1967 when I was 12 years and 11 months (nearly) and follows the rest of my growing up. At that time many young people's lives were getting easier and freer, mine unfortunately went in the opposite direction. My life changed for the worst after my father died in a car crash on the 20 July 1967. He had been my main carer for the last 5 years as my mother seemed to be away from the home for much of the time. I knew she was a keen bridge player and was on many committees but she was often away overnight. I was to find out the other reason shortly.

As my life changed and I grew up I discovered how unaware I had been about the true state of my parents' relationship. At the time it was all I knew and I was happy. While my mother was a bit sharp and cold with me my dad was wonderful. He looked after me, played with me and never once hit me. My mum did once or twice but I told my dad and it didn't happen any more. When I had any problems I would go to him and he always seemed to sort them out or at least comfort me. I was small for my age but when I got bullied at school once, he went down to the school and spoke to the Head who dealt with the boys. I can remember my Mum telling him on many occasions that he was spoiling me and making me soft. I suppose he did give me many presents as well as love and being an only child I may have thought the world revolved around me. I was given a lot of freedom to make decisions for myself, especially for that time. I was allowed to choose my clothes and had a record player and many records of the time. He and I used to listen to them together. He was wealthy and his work allowed him to be at home for most of the time when I was. A neighbour would look after me if both he and my mum were not there.

As I say this was all about to change as my story starts and very much for the worst. My mother arranged the funeral a couple of days later and after the funeral we returned to our home. After we changed she called me downstairs and announced that we were going to be moving and I should get my things together. I could only take some of my clothes and my favourite possessions as there would not be as much space in our new home as we would be sharing it with my new family. I was completely shocked and started protesting but she just slapped me once and told me I better get used to the fact that things were going to change and if I didn't get things ready by the time she was ready to leave I would have to go without them. In a daze I went up and packed my favourite toys, my record player and records and some of my clothes. I carried them down to the car and loaded them in. My mother did the same and we were off.

She explained that we were going to stay with a man who had five children. She had known him for five years and he was going to be my new daddy. I would be going to a new school in September. They lived about fifty miles away and so I had about an hour and a half to get used to all this change. We arrived in this road with several large detached houses with big gardens. My mum pulled into the drive of one in about the middle. It must have been about 7.00 p. m. We got out and went up to the front door. She got a key out and let us in. As we entered a man came out of the front room and hugged and kissed my mother and said "At last we can really get on with our life without him ruining it". At the time I didn't know what he meant but I took an instant dislike to him. My mum said "This is David, David this is Mr Wilson he is going to be your new daddy".

"No he's not", I said.

Slap my mother went, "Don't be rude". This was the second time she had hit me today.

"Leave it for now," said the man, "we'll sort it out shortly. Come in to the front room and we'll introduce David to the rest of the family".

As I went into the front room there were 3 girls and a boy. They got up and greeted my mother calling her mum. They were introduced to me as Jane who was the oldest, she was 16, Elizabeth who was the middle, she was 13 and the twins Timothy and Anne who were 8. Elizabeth, Timothy and Anne didn't seem very pleased to meet me and I certainly reciprocated the feeling. Mr Wilson explained that he had another son John, who had just finished at school and was off travelling before he went off to university.

"Right let's get your stuff in and get David settled in and then we'll have something to eat," he said. We went out and got my stuff and carried it up to what was to be my room. Unfortunately it wasn't only to be my room. I was going to have to share with Timothy. This did not please me but I didn't say anything, I think I was still in shock. We just put the boxes of stuff down and went down for food. Mr Wilson said that I could sort them out tomorrow while the others were at school. All of them chatted away with my mother like they were old friends telling her things that had gone on at school. I wasn't included. After the meal the twins were told to go up and get ready for bed. They went and kissed their dad and my mum and went upstairs. After about fifteen minutes Mr Wilson said, "I think its time David went up, I don't want Timmy kept up". It was only about half eight and I was used to going to bed much later.

"My dad lets me stay up until half nine," I complained.

My mum said, "Off you go David this is your daddy now and you do what he says, now kiss us both goodnight". I kissed her but ignored Mr Wilson.

My mum started to get up after me but he said, "Leave it Alice, I'll have a talk with him tomorrow".

I went upstairs went to the bathroom and washed my hands and then went to my new room. Tim was in bed with the light on when I went in. I found my pyjamas and got undressed down to my pants and tee shirt and put my pyjamas over the top as I didn't feel like getting fully undressed in front of someone else not having been seen naked since I was about 5 by anyone.

"You better take them off," said Tim, "my Dad doesn't let us sleep in anything under our pyjamas".

"Shut up," I said, "I choose what I wear".

"We'll see," he said. With this he turned the light out and went to sleep. I tossed and turned for sometime before I drifted off into a troubled sleep.

The next day I woke up to find Tim up and dressed. After he had gone out I got up took off my pyjamas and got dressed. I went downstairs to find everyone having breakfast and they then went off to their schools. My mum and Mr Wilson explained that my mother was going back to the old house to sort it out and arrange its sale and he was going to work but he would be back at lunch time when he and I would have a chat. They said I was to sort my stuff out and to do the washing up from breakfast. I complained that I never had to do it at home as we had a daily. "Well its different here," said Mr Wilson. With this they left and I was alone. I decided to get my things sorted out as I wanted to play my records. I spent the morning putting out my things in the room. At one Mr Wilson returned, I hadn't done the washing up.

"Come down David," he called. Slowly I descended to find him sitting in the lounge. "Why isn't the washing up done," he demanded?

"I've been busy doing my room," I answered.

"You've had time to do both," he replied, "come here". I walked over to stand in front of him. "Now listen and listen good", he said, "Now you live in my home you will do as you're told, you will call me father, dad or daddy and you will follow all my rules. Your mother has told me how spoilt you have been and I intend to change that. No son of mine is going to be disobedient and if you are you will pay. Your mother is going to be away for a few days and when she comes back she better find that you are one of the family and much more obedient. She and I agree that you need a period of strict discipline to make up for the years you've been spoiled. So until you prove you are ready you are going to be treated in many ways like a seven year old. Tomorrow we will go and buy you some more suitable clothes. Now go into the kitchen and do the washing up like you were told".

"I won't", I screamed, "I hate you and all your family I don't want to be here and I won't do what you say and you can't make me". What a mistake in an instant he grabbed me and pulled me across his lap and my virgin bottom received the first of many slaps. I was determined to escape and wriggled but couldn't get away. After a few minutes he stopped. I was pleased I hadn't cried although I was beginning to feel rather sore. He turned me over on my back and started to undo my jeans. My struggling restarted but he was much too strong for me. Once they were undone he turned me over and pulled them down and recommenced on my underpants. Soon the tears started as my bum turned red and felt like it was on fire. I started begging for him to stop and after some more he did. He asked me if I was going to do the washing up. "Yes," I said. "

Yes what," he asked?

"Yes I will do the washing up," I replied.

He started spanking me again. "What do you call me," he shouted?

"Dad," I shrieked.

"Say it then," he said continuing to slap my backside.

"Yes I will do the washing up Dad," I sobbed.

He stopped and said, "Good you seem to be learning your lessons but there is one more you must learn. When you are punished you will not struggle but lie still and follow any of my or anybody else's instructions. You may cry as much as you like but you will not try and get away. You have been punished for not doing the washing up and being rude now you are going to be punished for not accepting your punishment properly. You will get up and take your jeans and pants right off and then come back across my knee for 20 more spanks. If you don't I will continue the spanking until you are ready to and then you will get 40 more spanks. Well which is it to be?"

I knew I was beaten, "I'll do it," I cried.

Smack came down his hand, "Who" he queried?

"I'll do it daddy," I sobbed.

"Right get up". Slowly I clambered to my feet. I pulled my slippers and jeans off and slowly lowered my underpants. "Put them on that chair over there," he said. I carried them over and dropped them. "Neatly," he shouted. I folded the jeans and the pants and placed them on the chair. "Back here at the double," he ordered and I meekly complied. Across his knee I clambered and gingerly lowered myself down. "Don't struggle or I'll start again", he said and continued to lay on 20 more spanks. I was to find out later that he didn't hit me as hard as he could but by the end I was sobbing uncontrollably. At the end he rubbed my cheeks for a few minutes and then told me to get up and do the washing up. I went towards the chair to get my clothes but he said leave them there until it's done. Sore, embarrassed and defeated I went into the kitchen.

Bare below the waist I did the washing up while he sat in the kitchen and watched me. It was embarrassing but at least he could only see my backside, which he had just reddened. Then he told me to dry up and put the things away. This meant walking around the kitchen. Now I had to turn around so he could see my front. I had not grown any hair then and my privates were only just beginning to develop. I found this so embarrassing. I tried to hide myself behind the tea towel. "Keep that towel away from your cock at all times," he shouted, "when you walk keep it above your head. You're just a little boy with nothing to hide". I almost started crying again with shame. He didn't tell me where anything was so I had to keep looking all he did was shout when I tried to put something in the wrong place. By this time he had made some sandwiches and started to eat them. "You can have yours when you're done," he said. Finally I had everything put away to his satisfaction. "Now have your sandwiches," he said.

"Can I get dressed first daddy," I asked hoping to get on his good side.

"No," he replied.

"Well I don't want any then".

"Eat them", he said, "you don't get dressed until you've eaten them and washed up this stuff as well". I tried one but I could hardly swallow. "The twins will be home from school soon", he informed me with a grin. I desperately ate up I couldn't bear the thought of the two of them seeing me like this. I rushed to clear up and when it was all done he let me go and put my clothes back on. About ten minutes later the twins arrived home and went up and changed. In a few minutes Timmy came down and complained to his dad that my stuff was all over his room.

"Its not fair", he said, "First Anne had to move out of the room and now he's taking it over". This I later found out explained partly why the twins and Elizabeth disliked me. The twins because they had been split up. Elizabeth because she had to share her room with Anne rather than have it to herself.

Dad said, "Lets go up and sort it out but he needs some space". Dad allocated the space to us both and I had to move my stuff and put some away. I hadn't unpacked my clothes and he told me not to bother as we would be getting clothes tomorrow but he allocated me drawers and a cupboard.

Soon Jane and Elizabeth were home for school and Dad got tea. After tea he said, "You can all go off as David is going to do the clearing up as he hasn't been to school today and he needs some practice. Then we are going to have a family meeting". After the washing up was done and put away, bringing back the memories of the afternoon's painful humiliation, I went into the lounge to find the rest assembled.

Dad explained to the rest of them that he and mum had decided that as I was spoilt and had missed out on a proper upbringing that I was to be raised as a seven year old until I proved I could behave older.

"Does that mean Alice and I are in charge of him", asked Timmy.

"Yes", said Dad, "and I want you all to make sure he follows my rules. Right David come and kiss me goodnight and go and get ready for bed and don't forget to wash". I thought of mutiny but the look in his eye told me he would spank me in front of them all and I was desperate for that not to happen. So I came and kissed him and said goodnight dad. I went upstairs and went to the bathroom and washed my hands and went into my room.

Again Tim was there so I put my pyjamas on over my pants and vest and got into bed. "I told you last night, take your pants and vest off before you go to bed," he said.

"Shut up", I said.

"Remember I'm in charge of you", he said.

"No you're not you little squirt", I said. He left the room and a few minutes later he was back with his dad.

"Have you got your pants and vest on", he asked?

"Yes", I replied.

"Why?"

"Because I didn't want to be naked in front of Timmy."

"Did he tell you you shouldn't wear them?"

"Yes", I answered.

"Did you hear me downstairs tell him to make sure you followed my rules"?

"Yes but...."

"No buts, did I tell you this afternoon that you were to obey all my rules?"

"Yes".

"So you have been disobedient again twice".

"What", I asked?

"First not following a rule and then not obeying Timmy whom I have put in charge of you."

"It's not fair he's younger than me. My mum won't let you do this".

"Lets go and ask her" he said pulling me out of the bed.

We went downstairs and he rang my old home. He told my mother what I had said and held the phone to my ear. She said, "Your new dad can do anything he wants to you because he is in charge, you will obey him or anyone else he says. You need taking down several pegs and be brought up properly this time. I will be back in a few days and I will punish you as well if you haven't learnt to obey". I knew I was lost.

Upstairs we went again back into the bedroom where Timmy was now in bed. "O. K", said dad, "get undressed". I hesitated. "You have already disobeyed me twice do you want to get the hat trick," he warned. I pulled off my top and my vest and was going to put the pyjama top back on but he told me to leave it off. I felt horrified that I was going to have to be totally naked before my new dad and my 8 year old brother but I had no choice. Like they were stuck to me I slowly dragged my pyjama trousers and pants off. "Put the pants and vest in the wash basket in the bathroom," he ordered. I hesitated again. "Do you want me to drag you down there. I'm sure the girls will come to see what's going on".

"No", I begged.

"Well get on with it", he ordered. Timmy had the widest grin on his face. I looked out of the door and scooted down to the bathroom trying to shield myself with the clothes in case the girls saw me. When I got to the bathroom I threw the clothes in the basket and looking again rushed back to the bedroom this time with no cover at all. Luckily the girls were not around.

When I got back Dad was sitting on my bed. "Now come across my knee for your punishment". Broken I lay across his knee while he relit the fire in my backside. He must have given me 50 slaps but I was crying from shame and pain after 10. At the end he told me to get up. "Don't touch your backside", he warned. I had to stand in front of him with my back to Timmy. "What do you say"?

"Sorry dad".

"Sorry for what?"

"Sorry for not following your rules"

"and for not obeying Timmy"

"and for not obeying Timmy".

"Right now go over and apologise to him". I turned to Timmy covering my privates. "Hands on your head." My humiliation was complete I thought but I was wrong. "Repeat after me. I am sorry I didn't obey you Tim."

"I am sorry I didn't obey you Tim".

"Thank you for trying to get me to follow the rules".

"Thank you for trying to get me to follow the rules"

"and telling dad when I failed"

"and telling dad when I failed".

"Now please give me 10 whacks with your slipper to finish my lesson"

"No", I cried.

"So you want some more from me until you're ready to ask?"

"No dad please".

"Make your mind up".

Almost choking on the words I managed to force out the words, "Now please give me 10 whacks with your slipper to finish my lesson".

"Certainly," said Tim, "it will be a pleasure, pass me my slipper".

I had to go and get his slipper and give it to him and then lean across his bed. He got up and whacked me ten times which reduced me to tears again. "Thank him properly", warned Dad, "and kiss the slipper". I dutifully sobbed out my thanks and kissed the slipper. "Now put it back where it was". After I'd done it he told me to get into bed. I went to put my pyjamas on but he said, "No you'll sleep like that until further notice. It will remind you each night about obeying my rules. O.K. goodnight both of you", he said.

"Night Dad," chirped Tim.

"Well David".

"Er goodnight Dad". He turned the light out.

After he had gone Tim crowed "I told you. I told you. You know what perhaps it won't be so bad having you around. I didn't think being the youngest we were ever going to have anyone to boss around but now we've got you. How's your bum? Sleep tight".

I said nothing but sobbed myself to sleep.