A Change For The Worst 2: New Clothes
copyright 1998, 2006 by Daveboy, all rights reserved
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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".
"Do you want to make everyone's bed?"
"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.