My first memory of my daddy was when I was four. I was playing with my toys in the living room and he was watching something on the TV, I think it was some sport. My mom, Anna, is a doctor and she was working so I was alone with dad. I remember that I was very quiet because dad wanted to watch TV and I did not want to be rude. I also remember that he would take me to my swim classes, and sometimes he would carry me on his shoulders, and I liked being close to my dad.

His name is Mathias, he used to work for an industry of car parts, and he is also doctor, like my mom. We all used to live in an apartment close to the beach.

I remember that my mom and dad argued a lot. One time I heard my dad saying to mom that she had to make him happy, he said bad words to her and also said that she was working a lot, which was true. Daddy also worked, but not as much as my mom. I think the problem was that they worked at different times and because of that it was hard for them to be together. But some days they did manage to get together at home, and they stayed in their bedroom almost all of the time on those days. I was not allowed to disturb them on those occasions, or dad would get very cross because I was being a bad boy.

He always said that I should respect the adults, do what they told me and not complain. This is what I had to do if I wanted to be a good boy. I had to be extra polite and show respect to all men I met. I also remember that dad was not a calm person. When I was five we would be together most of the time, and he was almost always on-edge (except for when he and mom managed to get together). I tried not to make noise, because he would slap my bottom because I was being a bad boy.

As I got older the things that made him slap my bottom got more. Also he started to spank me harder, saying that I was not learning my lesson, and sometimes I went to sleep with a very red and sore bottom. I used to cry a lot on those nights. It hurt lots but I was really sad for being a bad boy for daddy, and I wanted to be a good boy.

But when he was happy, he would sometimes play with me. Sometimes he even let me hug him. not like my mom she did not like hugging me. It was daddy who took me to my swimming lessons. Sometimes he gave me piggyback rides when we walked there, and that was the best. He made me breakfast with oats, milk and fruits every morning. After that he put me on the school bus and he went to his work.

I didn't like school. It was just for boys, and teachers gave us a lot of homework, specially at weekends! The teachers did not like kids to talk too much, so we needed to be quiet most of the time. I did not have many friends there, and it got worse when two bigger kids started to pick on me on the bus. They were the only two big boys on the bus, and they were four years older than me. Jonas was the one that always started it, but his buddy Ben would always be willing to help him. They made me sit with them in the back seats of the bus, saying I needed to be quiet. They tied my hands in front of me most of the times, and they would use their phones to film me doing nasty things for them.

At first they bringed old smelly socks and I had to put them in my mouth and keep them there until we got to school. They also used to take off their shoes and put them over my nose. I had to take deep breaths with their shoes on my face whenever they told me to. They were very smelly and I did not like it at all, specially Jonas, his feet and shoes were the worst. They would slap my head when I didn't do things the way they wanted or if I was not quiet. They said they would beat me up if I did not do the things they wanted, and I was very scared of them.

One day Jonas started to make me lick his feet even in-between his toes. It was really yucky, specially on the way back home, cos their feet were really sweaty and stinky by then. Luckily I didn't see them at school, because we were in different buildings. Also us smaller kids had lunch at a different time to the big boys.

Daddy started to get angry about things that didn't use to make him mad. Like when I was in my room playing with my toys he said I was too loud, so he started spanking my bottom for that. And another day I closed the door so he would not hear any noise and he spanked me even harder cos I shut the door. He said I was never to close my bedroom door because he wanted to know what I was up to. One day he made me take off my briefs and shorts. He said it was so he could spank me properly and from then on I had to get bare every time I was spanked.

One day he went into my bedroom and it was a bit messy. He got really angry and spanked me really hard, I cried a lot and my bottom was red and sore for three days. He told me I had to take good care of my bedroom and keep it always clean. I had to clean the floor, remove the dust, wash and change the bed sheets every two weeks and also wash, fold and put away all of my clothes. He would then inspect my work and if it wasn't good enough for him I would be spanked hard.

I used to like playing with my toys a lot, and sometimes I would leave some of them around the house. Dad punished me for that, several times, but I still forgot sometimes to put the toys in the right place after playing with them. One day he said he was fed up. I had had enough chances, and I still wasn't do what I was told. He said that he was taking all my toys and keeping them in his office. I went to my bedroom and started crying, but he came in saying that I had no reason to cry and complained that I was too loud. He said that he would give me something to cry about, and he spanked my bottom very hard.

When I was a good boy he would choose, one of my toys for me to play with, but I had to give it back to him after playing with it and thank him for letting me play with my toy. Most days I did not get one to play with because I had been spanked for being a bad boy. On a good week I would get to play with a toy one day but usually only once every two weeks. Sometimes he would play with my toys while I was cleaning my room. He said that he was allowed because he was a good boy and I would be sad, because I wanted to be a good boy and play with my toys. He told me I needed to try harder to be a good boy and please daddy!

I was already six, and I could take my shower all by myself (but I could not close the bathroom door, because daddy wanted to keep an eye on me). One day he went into the bathroom after I took my shower and he was very cross with me, because the bathroom was filthy. He spanked me very very hard that night I was lucky it was on Friday because on the next day I was in a lot of pain, and it would be hard to go to school. I had to start very early to clean my room and then my bathroom. I saw in the mirror that my bottom was very dark red and purple in some places and it was difficult for me to walk, sit down or even lay on my bed.

Daddy inspected it and said it was ok for a first time, but he showed me lots of things he said I had to do better next week. He noticed that I was still limping from the day before's spanking. He took me back to my bedroom and said he would spread a soothing cream on my bottom. He made me get over his knees like for a spanking. He started to rub my bottom with the cream. He did it for a real long time. It felt very nice and helped some of the pain to go away. While he was rubbing my bottom I noticed something poking in my bely, but I didn't say anything, because dad was very calm and I did not want him to get angry cos of my questions. After that day he did not spank me for a whole week! After that he started to spank me again, but from then on he always spent a long time massaging the soothing cream into my bottom after he spanked me.

I didn't spend much time with mom, because I think she didn't like being with me. She didn't spank me but she knew that my father did. She would say to me that I needed to stop being a bad boy so my father would not need to spank me so hard and often. Soon I was getting beatings from my dad every day for being a bad boy again. He said I was not allowed to play with my toys anymore, watch tv or even go to my swimming clases because of that. And he said I would need to do more house work to occupy my time and stop me from being such a bad boy. So I now had to clean the whole apartment. Daddy would wake me up early and give me my breakfast. I would do some cleaning before going to school: starting with my bedroom and if mommy was working I would clean their room too. I would get back from school, do my homework and clean the rest of the house before I could take a shower and have dinner. And I had to clean the two bathrooms once a week.

Daddy continued to be angry with me. Even though I tried so hard I never managed to be a good boy all the time. One day, after I had cleaned his bathroom he went to check my work while I cleaned the rest of the house. I was cleaning the TV room when he came back very angry and dragged me by my ears to his bathroom. He pointed at the toilet seat, and shouted at me to lift it. I was trembling when I did it, and I saw that there were some drops of pee under it. He was really mad! That was the first time he used the belt on me. He ordered me to put my hands behind my head and face the wall. He hit my bottom ten times with the belt. It hurt a lot and I started crying from the first smack, but he yelled at me to keep quiet. I tried to do as he said and although I was still crying I was not making much noise. When he finished he told me I had to stay there in the same position and he went to drink his beer and watch tv. He came back a long time later, my arms were hurting from being behind my head and my back and bottom were also hurting from the belting. Then he ordered me to get on my knees in front of the toilet. He said that I would need to learn the hard way how to clean his toilet and he told me to lick it clean. I was crying as I started licking, but very quietly. I did not like the taste of pee or licking a toilet, but he stayed there telling me which parts were still dirty so I had to keep licking. After I finished he said I would need to stay there on my knees until the fight that was on tv ended and he would come back and let me take a shower and go to bed., Also there was no dinner for me that night as a punishment as well.

I got spanked again the next night, but he used only his hand this time. It did not hurt that much, and I think it was only a small bad thing I did. I was making too much noise cleaning the house and he wanted to concentrate on the book he was reading.

Some days after that it was time to clean the bathrooms again. I very carefully cleaned his bathroom, but I think the other one was not quite as clean after I finished. He was very agitated and dragged me there to see some drops of pee on the toilet seat. He made me lick it clean again, and then he told me that I must like to drink pee, as I got punished again for the same reason. He ordered me to open my mouth because I was going to have to swallow his pee so he could teach me a lesson, and I was going to drink it directly from his penis. It did not touch my mouth, and he peed slowly so I could swallow all of it. I cried a lot, and though the taste was slightly better because now it was warm, but it was still not good and it was coming from his wiener. After he finished, he was smiling at me, patted my head and said that I was a good boy!

I was a bit confused after that, but he let me stay in the living room and watch some TV with him, he even changed it to a cartoon channel. When we were in the tv room, he would always be without a shirt, only in his shorts or jeans. That day he put his arm round my shoulders while we watched TV. I was very happy with that, specially because he told me I was a good boy.

Some days later he was agitated again because I was drinking water too loudly. He was watching tv and drinking beer. I said that I was sorry, but he said he was still going to belt me for being a bad boy. I remembered the other day and asked him if I could drink his pee instead! In my mind he would be calm after that, as it had worked on him the other day. And it worked again, just like I hoped! We went into the bathroom and he let me drink his pee. But this time he put his penis in my mouth and made me shut my lips so I could drink it quickly and not make a mess. After that he let me sit on the couch with him and we watched tv together like the other day. This time it was just for a few minutes, as he said I needed to go back and finish the housecleaning.

He started to be a bit nicer to me, letting me go to the beach with him some days and he even put me in a surf class there. I would learn to surf while he went for a run in the morning, two times a week. For the surf class I had to wear wetsuit shorts, which was good because I did not want anyone to see the marks on my bottom from the spankings, and if I used my swim briefs they would know I was being a bad boy. sometimes there were some marks on my back as well, but they were not as noticeable as the ones on my bottom, and people wouldn't suspect that they were from daddy's belt., Also when I started surfing daddy stopped belting my back to avoid leaving marks there.

He started to have me drinking his pee more often. I learned to drink it better so I did not make a mess on the floor. He would even make me drink it in the TV room, when he was watching TV.When I was seven I did not have a birthday party. I only received some clothes and a book as a gift from daddy and mommy, as I wasn't allowed to play with toys anymore. They were still arguing a lot, and I remember it was just after my birthday daddy decided to move to another apartment.

It was also at that time that Jonas started to be meaner to me on the school bus. On a Friday we were coming back from school and he had his big toe in my mouth forcing me to suck it, with my hands tied so he could control me. I was on my knees, between Jonas and Ben and Ben was forcing my head against Jonas' feet. Jonas told me that they were getting bored, and that they needed me to think over the weekend about other things that I could do for them. They wanted a good suggestion on Monday morning or I would receive a beating from both of them.

That was the first weekend I went to stay with my dad in his new apartment. He was a bit edgy, but I offered to drink his pee and he calmed down. I had to clean the whole apartment and it was very dirty as daddy had not cleaned it since he moved. He never did any cleaning while he lived there. I visited him every weekend, so the apartment was dirty every time, but it was smaller than ours, and had only one bathroom. Even though it was smaller, that first time I didn't know it very well and it was really dirty. He said that some places were not very clean after I finished my work on that first day, so he gave me a spanking. But apart from that he was mostly calm as I was drinking his pee all of the time and he didn't use the belt on me.

On Monday as I got on the school bus, I was scared what Jonas and Ben would do. I only had one idea in my mind, to offer Jonas and Ben to do the same I was doing for my dad!

"Can I drink your pee for you?" I said.

They laughed very hard, but they liked the idea so they accepted it, and I was relieved I was not going to be beaten up by them! I was already on my knees in-between their seats, with my hands tied together, so they only had to free their wieners and put them in my mouth in order for me to drink their pee. I was already used to doing it with my father so it was easier with them, as they have smaller wieners, and the taste wasn't as strong! I still hated the taste of their pee, but I decided it was better then getting beaten up.

Now I had to do it every day for them on the way to school. On the way back home I still had to lick their feet and suck on their toes. The other kids completely stopped talking with me. No one wanted to talk with the kid that was drinking pee on the school bus everyday!

Well, I did not like to be me, but I wanted to be a good boy and good boys don't complain, so I let it happen and stayed silent. Jonas moved to a new apartment closer to school only two weeks after I started to drink his pee, so I didn't see him anymore on the bus after that. Ben did not make me do things to him without his buddy Jonas watching, and in some weeks he had to move to the other school bus with the bigger kids, so it was quiet for me on the bus again. Really quiet because the other kids still didn't talk to me.

So I stayed with dad every weekend, and the rest of the time I was with mom. She still did not want to play with me or even talk to me much, so she hired an old nanny to look after me. I stopped having to do the cleaning of our apartment, but I still needed to clean my room and the new apartment my daddy was living in. I continued to go to the surf classes, but it was the nanny who took me so it wasn't like when dad took me. She did not understand our language very well, and for that reason we did not talk much.

One Monday she noticed I was walking funny, it was because my daddy used the belt on me the day before, when I was at his apartment, I think it was because I let some drops of his pee escape my mouth onto the floor of his tv room. He did not like that at all, and he made me lick it clean but he still spanked me hard for that. She guessed that my father had spanked me, and I think she liked the idea, because she said 'good, father slap boy. Bad boy need better'. I did not understand much, but I think she said that my father did good to spank me because I was being a bad boy. I was very ashamed that she discovered I was being a bad boy for daddy, but I would not tell her the reason for my spanking. I never told anyone about the things daddy used to do to me at that time.

Without daddy I could play with my toys and watch tv again, but I missed him, and now I did not have anyone to play with me. Also daddy used to kiss me goodnight when I went to sleep, some days he would even read me a story from a book, and mom never did that.

But dad was getting more irritated with me each weekend. I remember one weekend I went to my dad's house after school, and I was a few minutes late because mom stayed at work later before bringing me to his place. After mom left he spanked me hard for being late but he did rub the cream into my bottom after. I thought it wasn't fair, because it was not my fault, and I stayed in my room crying for a while. But I needed to start cleaning as the apartment was dirty and if I did not started quickly I would get another spanking. Dad went to watch a fight on tv and to drink some beer. During the fight he called: "Finn, come here." He needed to pee and he wanted to use my mouth. I was happy, not because I liked the taste of pee as I still hated it, but because I thought he would be happy with me. I dropped to my knees in-between his legs and put his penis in my mouth., He got hold of my head with one of his hands and pushed his thingy a bit deeper, so no pee would escape from my mouth.

When he finished peeing, he did not let me take his penis out of my mouth, and he said I should keep it there. He put his other hand on my head and his penis was getting bigger and bigger. He said I should suck on it for him, and he was forcing it in and out of my mouth. It was difficult to breath and sometimes his big wiener was making me gag as it hit the back of my mouth and throat. I started crying but he said it was a nice feeling for him, so I could keep crying if I wanted. Soon there was some cream coming out of his wiener and going into my mouth. I did not like the taste at all, it was salty and yucky, but he said I should eat it all. Some escaped from my mouth and I could see it was white, so I knew it was not pee. I had to lick up the cream that escaped and I was still crying, but he changed the tv to a cartoon and hugged me. He said I was a good boy for taking my punishment well, and he was very proud of me, and he would let me watch tv with him as a reward. I would need to stay on the floor by his feet, but he said that I could hug his leg if I wanted. Because of that I went to sleep very happy that night!

On Saturday morning he came into my bedroom to wake me up and he asked if I could drink his cream for him again. He said this would make him very happy, so I ate his cream again, and this time he tried to force more of his penis into my mouth. I choked, coughed and started to cry, some of his cream even came out from my nose. He said this was funny, but I needed to learn to take all of his cream if I wanted to be a good boy. He told me that this time he was not even angry with me for not swallowing all of his cream as I was still learning. I was happy as I was not punished for it.

After a lot of practice, the teachings and some punishments, I learned how to drink his daddy milk the way he wanted, and I was doing it for him all day and night when I stayed with him. Some days he would force his big wiener in and out of my mouth and it would hurt my throat a lot, I even lost my voice for the weekend once when he did that. But he was much more calmer after I started eating his cream, and when I learned to take more and more of his penis without gagging so much he was super happy. I was getting less beatings too, which I liked a lot. And he would let me hug his leg and stay there on the floor to watch TV with him for a few minutes afterwards. Sometimes he even helped me clean the house a little bit, just so I could finish quicker to drink more of his cream and pee.

He also got an alarm for me so I could wake up earlier than him. I had to go to his bedroom and wake him up by licking and sucking on his penis for him until he gave me his cream to eat. After that he would let me drink his pee, and that would be my only breakfast. I then had to start to clean the apartment after that and this was the way I had to wake him up every day we were together.

I tried very very hard to please him by taking his wiener deeper, cleaning his house extra hard, being very quiet and offering to do things even before he ordered me to do them with no complaints, but he started to be mean to me again. He stopped playing with me, speaking to me or asking me what I wanted to do, he just ordered me to do things and to serve him. I don't think he liked me anymore at all, and I was very sad. He started to say that I was a dirty little slut and he was disgusted that he had to have me to stay and that I was only good to serve him, and I was not allowed to call him daddy anymore, only Sir. I cried a lot when he started saying that to me, but he said I was not allowed to cry anymore, so he always spanked me hard when I was crying. Soon he moved to another country and I never got to see him again, and I was very sad for a long time.

This is the story of my early childhood, and how my daddy corrected me for being a bad boy, the spankings with his hand and with the belt, how I learned to clean the apartment, how to drink his pee and also how to eat his daddy cream even before I was 8.

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