A Change For The Worst 3: Bathtime and Bedmaking
copyright 1998, 2006 by Daveboy, all rights reserved
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A Change For The Worst 3: Bathtime and Bedmaking
When we got home everyone was back from school. We had lunch together and they chatted away to each other and their Dad. I wasn't included and didn't join in. No one mentioned my clothes but I got a lot of sneering looks from Timmy. After the meal I again had to do the clearing up while they went off and played. When I finished I went up to my room and put a record on and lay on my bed and sobbed. The music made me remember the times with my real dad and although it made me sad it also made me feel good. The contrast between my former life and now was terrible. In less than two days all my rights had gone and I was totally subject to the whims of others. I had lost my dad and found two males, one old one young, who seemed to want to make my life a misery. I also felt ashamed that I had allowed myself to be cowed so easily but I was only little and had never had to cope with anything like this before.
Much to quickly for me I was called down for tea. After clearing up I was told to join them in the lounge where the twins and Elizabeth were watching the TV Jane was reading. It was one of my favourite programmes and I had only missed the first few minutes so I settled down to watch it. Half way through the programme Dad came in and told me it was time for my bath.
"Can't I just watch the end please, dad?" I said.
"Ask Jane," he replied.
"Can I Jane please?" I said, although why I should ask her I didn't know.
"No I want to watch something later."
Suddenly it hit me that she was going to bath me. Worries about the programme went out of my head. I looked between her and her Dad.
"Oh no please," I begged.
"Get upstairs now and if there is any more nonsense you can come down afterwards to get a spanking from me. Now say goodnight," he ordered.
Again I had to go and kiss him goodnight. As I did so his finger pushed through my shorts on to my bum hole. "Don't forget to make sure she washes you properly," he whispered. I blushed at his action and the thought of what was going to happen.
Jane led me upstairs and took me in to the bathroom. She sat herself on the toilet and pulled me to her. "Arms up," she said, "skin a bunny" and started to pull my jumper up over my head.
"I can do it," I replied pulling away.
"No," she said, "I'm looking after you and dad told me to do everything". She then pulled my shorts down. She was surprised to find I had no pants on but I explained her Dad hadn't given me any to wear after shopping. She held the shorts at knee level and made me step out. Next I had to put a foot up on her lap while she took off my sandal. After we had repeated the operation she got up and told me to use the toilet. While I sat there unable to go because she was in the room she ran the bath. I was relieved to see her putting some hot water in the bath.
After the bath was run she asked me if I'd been yet. I told her I didn't want to which wasn't really the truth but I couldn't go in front of her.
"Okay get in the bath," she said. Once I had immersed my self she started to wash my arms and legs. She was gentle unlike her Dad and it wasn't too unpleasant lying in the warm water even though I was embarrassed about her seeing me with no clothes on. "Sit up," she said and she washed my front and back. "Right stand up I better do the rest of you." She just rubbed her soapy hand over my front and back. "Well rinse off," she said as I just stood there. What should I do? Should I tell her about her father's way or should I just carry on? I ummed and aahed but I was beginning to know my new dad. This was probably a test. I was certain he would ask her and then I knew it would be worst for me if I had disobeyed him.
"Y-y-your dad said I had to explain to you how my p-p-privates were to be wwashed," I stuttered.
"Oh!" she said. "Well go on then," she laughed at my embarrassment but not unkindly.
"You have to pull the skin back on my thing and wash what's underneath".
"Oh," she giggled, "what like this?" and carried out the action. She seemed to be experienced. She was gentle and again the feeling I got was rather nice as she rubbed up and down. My cock started standing up like it had with the tailor. When she finished she asked if there was anything else.
"My bum crack and hole get washed with that toothbrush," I whispered pointing to my old toothbrush.
"Speak up," she smiled. I could hardly get the words out but finally she understood. "Right bend over then". I assumed the position again spreading my cheeks. She took her time rubbing it up and down and poked the brush about half way in. "Anything else?" she asked with the brush still in me.
"Right," she said pulling out the brush, "rinse off and out you get". She wrapped me in a towel and rubbed me dry. Again she was gentle and although it was embarrassing being treated like a baby it gave me a warm feeling. It was the first kindness I had received since my Dad died.
After she dried me she hung up the towel and told me to clean my teeth. Afterwards she asked me if I wanted to go back downstairs or go to bed.
"Can I get dressed," I asked?
"No dad said you were to stay like that, ready for bed".
I decided to go to bed then despite it being so early. There was no way I was going to go down naked in front of the rest of the family.
"Right I'll tuck you in and you mustn't get out until the morning". She picked my clothes up and took me down to my room. She pulled back the sheets and blanket and I clambered in. She then tucked me in and bent over and kissed me good night. She told me the twins would be up soon so don't mess around with Timmy. That was the last thing on my mind.
When Timmy came up he started teasing me about being in bed already. I didn't respond to him but I was beginning to really dislike him and I swore I was going to get my own back soon. He went and got ready for bed in the bathroom and came back in his pyjamas. As he clambered into bed he said, "Don't forget to make my bed in the morning baby". I tossed and turned for a while but eventually dropped off to sleep.
The next morning I was woken again by my bedclothes being stripped off by Timmy. "Time to get up and make my bed," he ordered. My willy was standing up and I was bursting to use the toilet as I hadn't gone last night as I was too embarrassed to go in front of Jane. I pulled on my shorts and rushed to the bathroom with Timmy shouting after me to come back. I rushed in pulling down my shorts and just made it to the toilet. As I relieved myself the door flew open and there was Dad and Timmy.
"See Dad he's been disobedient again," Tim said. Dad walked over to me while I was just finishing and grabbed me by the neck and bent my head towards the toilet bowl and whacked my backside.
His hand punctuated his words. "What whack did whack I whack tell whack you whack to whack do whack first whack when whack you whack got whack up whack?"
"I'm sorry," I cried, "but I was bursting to go to the toilet".
"Answer whack the whack question whack," he ordered.
"To make mine and Timmy's beds".
"So whack why whack have whack you whack dis- whack -o- whack -beyed whack me whack".
"I was bursting".
"That whack is whack no whack excuse whack". "Did whack you whack go whack before whack you whack went whack to whack bed".
"No I couldn't in front of Jane".
"Well whack you whack should whack have whack. And whack if whack you whack wanted whack to whack go whack that whack bad whack then whack why whack did whack you whack stop whack to whack get whack dressed whack when whack I whack told whack you whack yester- whack -day whack that whack you whack were whack to whack do whack them whack before whack you whack got whack dressed".
"I'm sorry Dad I didn't think. I-I'll go and do them now I won't do it again please dad please," I begged with my tears running down to join my piss in the toilet.
"You're right you will do them now but you've got another 3 beds to make as well each morning haven't you"?
"Oh no please Dad not that".
"Yes you will," and recommenced whacking my backside, which felt as if it was about to burst into flames. After another 20 slaps he asked me if I was ready to obey.
"Yes," I gasped.
"Right, down to Timmy and your room and make those beds. When you're done then you go to the other two rooms, knock on their doors and when you're called to come in you will inform them why you're there and wait until they're ready for you to make their beds. When you're in their rooms you will do exactly as they say. When they're all made you can get washed and then dressed. If you fail in any way to obey them or my instructions you'll get the brush across your backside. Now move."
I went sobbing back to my room with tears still running down my cheeks and started carrying out his orders. Timmy joined me after a while and mocked me about the colour of my bum and the fact I would have to show his sisters my spanked bum and willy. Again I kept quiet but I seethed inside. When I had finished our beds I went down the corridor. I was hoping the girls would have gone downstairs by now so when I heard Elizabeth and Anne in their room I decided to do Jane's first. At least she had already seen me naked and had been quite kind last night. I knocked on her door and she called me in. She was up dressed in a night-gown and she asked me what I wanted. She seemed unbothered that I was naked with a bright red bum and told me to get on with making the bed. When I had finished she even thanked me. As I left I was praying that the other two would have gone down by now but when I knocked a voice called out, "come in".
As I went in Anne said, "See Timmy wasn't lying. I'm glad I hadn't gone downstairs". Another grudge was stored up. They asked me what I wanted, so I had to explain my purpose even though they obviously knew. I then started making Anne's bed. Elizabeth was still lying in hers and when I had finished I looked at her.
"Please can I make your bed Elizabeth now?"
"Call me Miss," she commanded.
"Please Miss could I make your bed now please".
"Not yet. First you can prove how obedient you can be". She then started to boss me around. I knew I had no choice but to do what she ordered. I had to touch my toes, do squats, press ups and star jumps. Next I had to kiss Anne's feet. Then I was made to crawl around on the floor on my belly. Next I had to kneel at the side of her bed while she explained that I was going to pay for coming to live with them as she had been expecting to have a room to herself once her brother had gone. I told her it wasn't my fault and I hadn't wanted to but she just repeated that I was going to have to make it up to her and that I would have to obey her in everything. She then made me go and get her sandal out of the cupboard and bring it to her. She made me lie over the bed and got out and gave me six hard whacks. I didn't think a girl just a year older than me could hit that hard and with my already sore backside I was crying again. She called me a baby and got Anne to come and hit me. This reduced me further to tears. She mocked me about letting an eight year old girl make me cry. She then said I could make the bed after I had kissed her feet. She made me lie spread-eagled out on the floor and just raise my head and kiss her feet over and over again. When she tired of this she laughed and then she and Anne left me to it.
I hadn't thought it was possible for me to feel more miserable than I had yesterday but I had now found out it was. I cried my way through the job wondering what I could possibly have done to deserve all this. Was God punishing me? After I had finished I went in to the bathroom. I ran a sink of cold water and was just lowering my bum into it when Tim walked in.
"Get out," he said, "I want to use the bathroom now. Wait outside the door". I reluctantly obeyed but if looks could kill he would have dropped dead there and then. After a while he came out but the basin was empty. I ran it again and was about to cool myself off when in walked Anne.
She was giggling and said, "get out I want to use the bathroom".
Again I had to go outside where Timmy was standing grinning. "I wonder if I'll want to use the bathroom again," he said.
"Please no," I pleaded, "I want to get on".
"We'll see," he said.
When Anne came out he walked in and called me in. "Right if you do as I say I'll leave you to wash in peace and I'll keep Anne away. Otherwise we'll keep you standing outside all morning".
Reluctantly I agreed to do what he said. First he made me bend over and shot some toothpaste up my bum. Next he grabbed my willy and started rubbing it. When it was standing upright he got my old toothbrush and started smacking it. When I asked why he was doing it he said it was because he was the older brother now. I didn't know what he meant but I found out later when I met his older brother when he came home. As it went down he would start to rub it again until it was stiff and then he would hit it again. After a few minutes it was getting sore but it was worse when he started hitting my balls. I doubled over but he made me stand up for one more.
"Okay you can wash now," he said and went out laughing. I hurriedly washed because I wanted to be able to go and get dressed but it took some time to get the toothpaste out of my bumhole. When I was finished I was surprised to find my cock still stiff.
I spent the day apart from clearing up after the meals in my room playing my records. The others seemed to spend the day out at friends so I was left in peace. I found some happiness in my music even though the thought of having to go through the horror of making everyone's bed each morning for a month kept coming back. I had a sinking feeling that Elizabeth and the twins would think up other horrible experiences for me. Still perhaps my mum when she came back would stop this torture.