A Change For The Worse 4: Mum's Return
by Daveboycopyright 1998, 2006 by Daveboy, all rights reserved
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A Change For The Worse 4: Mum's ReturnThe next day started the same. Timmy annoying me and Elizabeth making me perform for her and Alice before allowing me to make the beds. After breakfast and having done the washing up I went back upstairs. I started playing my records and lay on my bed. In a little while Timmy came in with one of his friends. He started to tell his friend about all that he had done to me. I tried to ignore him but I was getting angry. He then started to go through my records.
"Leave them alone," I shouted but he just laughed and carried on. I got up and as he moved he jogged the record player which scratched the record that was playing. That was the final straw that made me snap. I grabbed him and started punching him. I was punishing him for damaging the record and for all his nastiness and teasing and because of his dad, Elizabeth and Alice. He immediately started screaming for help and his friend ran out of the room. I didn't care, I just wanted to hurt him. I was hitting him and screaming at him. The next thing I knew I was being dragged off him by his dad.
He was furious. He pulled me across his knee and started wailing away at my backside yelling at me that I was never to lay a hand on his son again. After a few minutes of this he pulled my shorts down, I still hadn't been given any pants, and continued on my bare behind. I soon was crying and begging him to stop. Timmy by this time had stopped crying and was observing my punishment as was his friend. Dad stopped for breath and asked what had caused this. I told him about Timmy touching the records and scratching one but Timmy said he was only looking and it was an accident caused by me shouting at him. His friend backed him up. His dad said that there was no excuse for hitting your brother and I was going to be severely punished to make sure it never happened again. He told me to get up and get undressed. As I was doing this he told Timmy to go and get the clothes brush from downstairs. In a trice I was undressed, despite the presence of Timmy's friend, as I didn't want to make the situation worse. I heard Timmy coming back. He came into the room carrying a big wooden backed brush. I was made to get over Dad's knee again. I was told to put my hands on my back and Timmy came and put my head between his legs and pulled them up my back and held them down. His friend was asked to stand between my legs and grasp them under his arms.
"As this is your first time with the brush I expect you'll move a bit so we'll help you keep still but if you can't be controlled by the boys I'll tie you down and start again", Dad threatened. The next thing I felt was a whoosh of air and then the hardest whack I had ever felt. Dad's hand had hurt but this was much much worse. He carried on slowly allowing every hit to sink in. I was soon crying and begging again but he just continued whacking away. I struggled but luckily they managed to hold me. By the time he finished I was in agony and totally defeated. He had hit me from the top of my cheeks to the back of my knees and when I looked later I was bright red.
He made me stand up in front of him and told me that he was going to confiscate my records and record player as they were the cause of the problem. I begged him not to but he was adamant. He asked me if I was going to ever hit my brother again and I promised him I wouldn't. I then had to apologise to Timmy. He then told me I was to stay naked all day and was to spend the time with Timmy unless he went out. I was to do whatever Timmy said. He said to Timmy that he wanted him to keep my backside nice and red and sore all day to remind me of my crime and prepare it for the spanking I would get at the end of the day from him with the brush. At this I begged and pleaded but he ignored me. He told Timmy that if I didn't obey him completely he was to tell him and he would give me another hiding with the hairbrush during the day as well. He also told Timmy that he could get his friend to help him keep me sore.
With that he collected up my records and record player and took them and the hairbrush out. I was left to the mercy of Timmy and his friend and I knew from their grins I was going to suffer.
"See Andy I told you what happens to him. Right David, bend over and touch your toes. Don't you dare move". Slap his hand came down on my left cheek then again on my right. "Come here Andy", he said, "you hit his right cheek and I'll do his left". Together they slapped away. Soon I was crying again. I staggered forward as the pain built up. "If you move again we'll use my slippers on you," Tim warned. Desperately I braced myself as further damage was inflicted on my bum. Eventually they stopped. "Right stand up", said Tim, "put your hands behind your back". As I obeyed he got a cord from his dressing gown and tied my hands behind me he then looped the cord round my neck and pulled my arms up my back and fastened the other end to my wrists. I was stuck if I tried to pull my hands down I pulled my head back. Timmy started to play with by cock. "See Andy it's only little but it does stick out". Once it was stiff he started to flick it with his fingers side to side. "Do you want a go Andy?".
"Yeah", he replied eagerly and came over. "Lets see who can flick it the farthest". They took it in turns to flick my cock from side to side. Once I tried to pull away but they both flicked my balls twice. I was doubled over pulling on my neck and arms.
"That's what you'll get every time you move", they told me. This game went on for some time and my cock became very sore but it stayed stiff and I didn't dare pull away because of the threat to my balls.
When they had got bored with this game Timmy found another cord and tied it tight around my cock and balls. I was made to sit on the floor and was then told to follow him as he pulled on my privates. I had to drag myself across the carpet on my sore backside. I was soon in tears again as I got burns on my cheeks from the carpet and my cock and balls were jerked every time I didn't move fast enough. After this game I was untied and told to go and stand in the corner with my hands on my head.
I was made to stand with my nose pushed into the corner, hands on my head while they played with some soldiers. After a bit of whispering Tommy ordered me to go downstairs and get them both a drink of squash. I was also to bring a bowl of water with lots of ice cubes in it as well. I crept downstairs but fortunately no one else was around. I got them their drinks and the iced water and brought it all upstairs where the boys were waiting with big grins on their faces. I knew this didn't bode well for me.
"OK hands behind your back again", ordered Tommy. Soon I was tied up again with the cord round my neck. The bowl of ice was put on a low stool and I was taken over to it. "Right," said Tommy, "Squat down over the stool and put your balls and willy in the water. If you don't or you take them out before I tell you we will both slipper you on your bum and your front and you'll have to put them in again". I pleaded and begged but he was adamant.
Feeling humiliated as well as sore I had to crouch down and thrust my groin into the bowl. Having my hands tied behind my back made it even more awkward. The touch of the ice was terrible and I really had to struggle with myself to lower my privates in but I knew they would end in their eventually and by delaying all I would achieve was further punishment. Gritting my teeth I forced them in much to the boys' amusement.
"As it's so small we only needed a small bowl," said Andy.
"Yeah but it'll be smaller soon," laughed Timmy
The initial pain was intense in my balls and willy and I shivered with the cold. Soon my small privates were even smaller and after a while I went numb. The boys were laughing and remarking how small I was and wondering if they would turn blue. After about 5 minutes, which seemed much longer, they untied my hands and then allowed me to stand up and remove my equipment from the bowl of ice. I was ordered not to touch them. I was beginning to be concerned that they would be permanently damaged. I was next ordered to bend over and spread my cheeks. The boys proceeded to push the half melted ice cubes up my bum hole. Soon my insides felt as cold as my front and I was told to stand up with my hands on my head. The boys whispered together and Andy left the room.
"Right David," Timmy said, "you are to keep the ice inside you until its all melted and you better not let anything come out until I let you go to the toilet. Are you sorry you hit me now?"
I told him I was although part of me was still glad but if I had known what was going to happen to me I probably would have controlled myself. All I could hope for was that when my mother got back she would put a stop to my torment. I couldn't believe that when she found out what had happened to me she would allow it to continue despite her words on the phone.
Andy returned with a hot flannel which he placed on my groin. The sudden heat on my frozen skin quickly caused a burning sensation as the blood rushed to the surface. Once again I was in agony with the heat at the front and the ice inside. The pair of them stopped me getting away and I had to just take it jiggling with the contrasting pains.
They then left me to stand there while they continued playing with their soldiers. I could feel the ice melting and soon I had the urge to go to the toilet. "Please can I go to the toilet, Timmy," I asked?
"Not yet, I'm busy," he replied.
"Please," I begged, "I really have to go".
"Hard luck," my tormentor laughed, "you better not make a mess or Dad will treat you like a baby rather than a 7 year old. He'll put you in a nappy."
I squeezed my bum cheeks together hard desperately trying to ignore the build up of pressure inside me. I could feel I was about to cry again. I felt so embarrassed. The boys kept looking over at me and whispering and laughing as I wriggled, desperate to avoid making a mess. Just as I had decided that I was going to have to make a dash for the toilet and take the consequences the boys got up and told me to accompany them to the bathroom.
I had great difficulty walking and keeping my bum hole clenched tightly shut and the boys walked slowly in front of me. The pain got worse as I could see the end in sight and I begged them to hurry as they were blocking my way but they took their time doing a good impression of a pair of snails. Eventually we reached the bathroom and I rushed to the toilet and as I started to sit the water exploded out. I was surprised at what came out but fortunately it all went into the toilet. The boys just stood there laughing at me and teasing me about just making it and not being able to control myself. I had to just sit there, naked on the toilet, taking it from these two 8 year olds as I continued to expel iced water and the other contents of my bowels. Finally I was finished but had the shame of having to wipe my bum in front of them. They made this worse by making me bend over with my head in the toilet while I rubbed away with toilet paper. They kept telling me I was missing bits and made we work the toilet paper right into my hole. Finally I was made to pull my cheeks apart so they could inspect my hole. When they were satisfied I had to wash my hands and accompany them back to our bedroom.
"Right," said Timmy, "I think your bum needs warming up again. Bend over and grab your ankles."
I reluctantly obeyed and they double teamed on me again. Timmy working on my left cheek and Andy on my right. Timmy remarked that it was lucky that Andy was left handed so they could both use their best hand from different sides. This was not a sentiment I agreed with and soon I was having trouble keeping in position but the threat of the brush and slipper being used gave me the strength to comply.
Once I was crying again and my bum I was told was back to being bright red they decided it was time for lunch. This meant me preparing them food and waiting on them while they ate. Timmy announced that I was not going to have any food or drink for the rest of the day because of my upset stomach. This reduced them both to hysterics. I asked to be allow to have something as I hadn't eaten much breakfast and I felt very empty but Timmy was adamant. He had the nerve to tell me that despite my nastiness to him he was still prepared to think what was best for me.
After they had eaten and I had cleared up after them Timmy announced they were going to go out and play in the garden. First though they were going to give me another spanking and then I was going to have to stand in the hall with my hands on my head. If I moved before he said I could then I would get the brush. Again I was made to bend over and the recent spanking was repeated. It only took about 10 smacks from each of them to start me crying again but they didn't stop until I had received 30 spanks from each of them. I knew because they counted them out as they gave them to me. After that I was stood in the hall in a corner with my rear facing the door and out they went to play. They had warned me they would be checking so I kept still not wanting to give them any excuse to give me the brush. I stood there sobbing with tears rolling down my cheeks but I was too scared even to brush them away. I was praying for my mother's return so an end could be put to my torment.
I heard a car pulling up and wondered if my prayers had been answered. A short while afterwards I heard the front door open and looked round to see my mother coming through the entrance. I turned and threw myself in her arms crying and babbling about what had been happening me hardly noticing Timmy and Andy behind her. I felt her put her arms around me and pull me into the lounge. I was trying to tell her everything and didn't draw breath until she sat down and pulled me across her lap. Before I knew what was happening I felt her hand coming down on my sore bum.
"Noooo," I screamed, all my hopes of salvation gone in that one blow. It probably hurt me more than any of the others I had received in the last few days.
As she continued spanking me she said, "You were told to stand in the corner until Timmy told you you could move but you disobeyed. Didn't you listen to me on the phone when I told you to obey anyone your dad put in charge? Are you determined to try and ruin our new life? Well I won't let you. You are going to learn to be an obedient member of this family and until you do you won't be sitting comfortably." All the time she was raining down spanks on my cheeks and legs and I had tears running down my other cheeks. The hurt from my backside was bad enough but the hurt inside as I realised my last hope of someone saving me had gone was worse.
I knew I was now totally at the mercy of all these people who seemed to hate me and I knew I was just going to have to take what ever they dished up. Finally my mum stopped and said, "Well Timmy would you like to take him back to the corner now. I'm sure he'll think twice before not doing what you tell him in future."
Up to that stage I hadn't been aware that Timmy and Andy had followed my mum in and had watched the whole show but there they were, Timmy grinning all over his face while Andy had a look of shock on his. "Yes mummy, I'll take him back there but I did say he would get the brush if he moved," he said stepping up to my mum and giving her a big hug and a kiss which she returned fondly. He gave me a look as if to say he had taken her from me as well.
"Oh right," she said, "do you want to get it and we can give him a few before he goes back in to the corner?" Timmy rushed off to get it while my mother chatted to Andy as if she didn't have her naked son across her lap. In a flash Timmy was back and handed the brush to my mum who gave me 6 on each cheek. "Will that do Timmy," she asked? Luckily he agreed so she pulled me to my feet.
Timmy came over and took my hand and said, "Come on little boy back in the corner for you. Do you think you will remember to stay there this time until I tell you to come out?" I didn't say anything and pulled my hand away. Timmy immediately gave me some more slaps on my sore bum and legs and said, "Do you want to get some more of the brush?"
"No," I begged, "I'll stay there."
"Right hold my hand while I take the little boy to the corner," he mocked. I heard my mother laugh at this but I obeyed, fear of more pain winning over the loss of further dignity. He led me back to the hall and into the corner again. "Hands on head," he ordered, "and don't take them off until I tell you you can." As I complied he started to pinch my backside remarking on the fact it was going to get well spanked with the brush by his dad later that evening and wondering how many other spankings I was going to earn before then. All I could do was just stand and take it. He finally got bored with tormenting me and went off to rejoin Andy and the pair went outside to play.
A little later my mother went out to collect her stuff from the car. She didn't say a word to me but left the front door wide open so I was exposed to the world naked with by red bum and hands on my head. She made several journeys to the car and left the door wide open the whole time. By the time she had taken the things she brought in to the different rooms of the house and changed herself I must have been on display for about 40 minutes. I wondered how many neighbours or passers by had seen me. Even then she left it open saying that it would make it easier for Tommy to keep an eye on me while he was playing.
By this time my arms were really beginning to ache and I was aware of how hungry I felt. To make matters worse mum then started to prepare things for tea and the smell of cooking was unbearable. I tried easing the pain in my arms by moving them slightly but was too terrified to take them down even for a moment as I was sure one of them would catch me the moment I did.
Eventually Timmy and Andy came in and told my mum they were going to take me upstairs to play. "OK," she said, "tea will be in about an hour, I'll call you when the others are back." At this Timmy told Andy to take me upstairs and went into the kitchen. I quickly dropped my arms as I followed him upstairs relieved I had survived the corner without another punishment but not looking forward to more games in the bedroom.
As it happened I was left to stand there while they played with Timmy's toys until mum called us and said tea would be ready in five minutes. "Right," said Timmy, "lets get your bum warmed up again before we go down for tea. Get bent over." I bent as the two boys got behind me and repeated their joint assault on my buttocks. It took very few smacks to get me crying again as my cheeks were so sensitive from my afternoon punishment. I dreaded the thought of the effect the brush would have on me later today. When they had finished Timmy laughingly said, "We better go and wash our hands before we eat you know what we've been touching."
I had to accompany them to the bathroom while they washed their hands but I was told not to bother as there was no need. I didn't understand what he meant and assumed he was referring to the fact that I had not been touching my bum like them. Any way by now I was so cowed that I didn't question and just did as I was told. So still sniffing and with tears on my cheeks I accompanied them downstairs. I was aware that I was going to have to face them naked with a red bum and showing I had been recently crying but by this time I was so hungry I would have walked naked down the street to get some food. Any way I thought they've all seen me naked for the last two mornings and Jane had bathed me. I was surprised though when I walked in the room despite my thoughts how embarrassed I felt. I tried to cover my privates but was ordered by Timmy to put my hands on my head. He then made me turn found to show Jane, Elizabeth and Alice my red backside.
Elizabeth congratulated him on the job he had done in keeping it sore while Alice giggled and came across and rubbed her hands over it. "Gosh it is warm," she exclaimed. At that moment mum called us into the kitchen for tea.
The food smelled lovely, my mouth was watering and my stomach was rumbling. When we got into the kitchen I saw there were only five places laid so assumed that Andy was not eating but he sat down at the table next to Timmy. I carefully lowered myself down on the chair but was told to get up and let the girls sit down by my mother.
I asked where I was going to sit and she told me I was to wait on the others and then I could sit on the stool that was placed in the middle of the kitchen. It was over three foot high with a large square cane seat. I knew it would be painful on my sore bare bum to sit on it but what really worried me was how I was going to balance my food. She made me come to her to collect large plates of delicious food which I had to carry over to the other children one at a time. After they had all been served and started to tuck in I was ordered to get up on the stool and sit facing the table with a leg down each side of the stool. This left my legs dangling spread wide with my privates exposed to the children and all my weight on the cane strips which dug painfully into my tender cheeks. I was ordered to put my hands on my head. When I asked about my food my mother informed me that Timmy had told her about my upset stomach this morning and she had agreed with him that it would be best if I kept off any food for the day. I whined and cried about it not being fair, how hungry I was and that I didn't have an upset stomach but she refused to listen finally getting annoyed and threatening to go and get the brush if I didn't shut up.
The children chatted to my mother and made a big fuss about how delicious the food was and telling me I didn't know what I was missing. I sat there crying, embarrassed by my exposure, with a growing pain from the stool and all I could think about was how hungry I was. I was hoping I would be asked to get down and bring them some more food because I would get some relief from the pain in my backside and if I got a chance I was going to try and sneak some food. Unfortunately my mother got them seconds so I was just left to suffer. After they had all finished and my mother had cleared all the food away I was told to get down which I did immediately but then I had to do the washing and drying up. The unfairness of having to clear up after them having not been allowed to eat got to me and started my tears again.
"What a baby you are," my mum said, "perhaps 7 is too old for you to act maybe we should treat you as even younger. I must discuss it with your dad." I couldn't imagine anything being worse than my present treatment but from the tone of her voice I knew she meant it as a threat so I pleaded with her. "Well we'll see," she said.
After I had finished I was told to go into the lounge to wait for "my" dad to return. I went in and the others were watching TV but Timmy instructed me to go and stand in the corner with my hands on my head. He told me I had better be well behaved because I wouldn't want another spanking before I got the brush from his dad. Something I couldn't agree with more. I heard them discussing the pattern the cane stool had put on my bum, which they found most amusing.
I must have been there about 30 minutes when he came home. After greeting all his children and Andy he came over me and felt my bum remarking to Timmy that he appeared to have done a good job. He squeezed my cheeks and told me he thought they would be just right for the brush. All I could do was stand there and wriggle as he pawed my bottom. He then went into the kitchen to greet my mother.
They both came into the lounge where they announced that my mother was to give me my bath and then I was going to come down for the brush. As I went upstairs with her the others started to rearrange the furniture.
My mother told me to go to the toilet while she ran the bath. Again sitting on the toilet in front of someone meant I wasn't able to do anything although having not had anything to eat or drink since breakfast I was pretty empty particularly due to the cleaning effect the ice had had on me.
"Right get in the bath," she ordered, "and listen to me. I told you on the phone that you were going to have to learn to behave and fit in here. This is my family and your father prevented me for the last seven years from being with them all the time. He ruined my life. Well I am determined that you are not going to carry on his work. Everything about you, the way you look and the way you act reminds me of him. Well unless you change you are going to pay a very heavy price for that. I am going to prove to my new family that just because you are my son you are not going to get any favourable treatment from me. You have been spoilt and allowed to do what you like by your father. Well it is all going to change. You will do exactly as you are told by everyone in this family, or anyone else and your job is to please other people now not yourself. You have no rights here. When I am satisfied that you have unlearnt all the bad habits your father taught you I may consider treating you like my son again. Until then you are just a spoilt little brat who is going to learn that the world does not revolve around him. Every time you complain about anything, every time you don't do as your told, every time you are selfish I will know that you are not learning your lesson and I will treat you accordingly. Do I make myself clear?"
I was astounded by this speech and didn't know what to say. She pulled me up by the arm and slapped me hard across my wet bum. "Answer me," she shouted, "when I talk to you," giving me three more slaps.
"Yes mum," I answered, "I'll try please I'm sorry" I wasn't sure what I was agreeing to but just wanted to stop the spanking and wanted to try and please this woman who was my only parent whom I needed to love me. I was stood there crying while she started to wash me. She wasn't as gentle as Jane but I did my best to just stand there and be co- operative. When she was finished she lifted me out of the water and went to get a towel. She sat herself down on the toilet and spread the towel over her knees and put me across them face down.
"What did I say about you doing as you were told," she asked? "Didn't your dad say you were to tell anyone who washed you how to wash your bum and willy?" With this she started to spank me again. "You brat 2 minutes ago you were promising to be good and try and then immediately you fail to obey your dad. Well I think you'll regret that especially when you're getting the brush shortly."
"I'm sorry mum I forgot I wasn't trying to be bad," I pleaded. I realised that she had deliberately tested me and found me wanting. Dad must have told her.
After several minutes of spanking I was returned to the bath where she washed me in the prescribed manner. She was not gentle and I received several more slaps for moving. She lifted me out of the bath gave me a quick rough rub down with a towel and after the water ran away I had to clean the bath again getting some more slaps because she was not happy with my performance.
Finally when I had completed the task to her satisfaction she took my hand and led me downstairs to where the family and Andy were seated. They were arranged in a semi circle around an armless chair that my stepdad was sitting on.
"Right now we come to the final part of today's punishment for this young man," he said, "and when we're finished I don't think he will ever try and hurt his brother again or any other member of this family. If he should what he has got today will seem like nothing compared to what he will get. Come here David and stand in front of me and show me your bottom. Hands on head."
So as I showed him my bottom I was showing the rest my cock and balls. "I see you had to warm it up again my dear," he remarked, "why was that?"
"He failed to tell me how you liked his bottom and willy washed," my mother replied. "He said he forgot so I gave him some spanks to help him remember."
"Well we must help his memory," dad said. "David you will go to each person in this room and tell them how you have your bottom and little boy's willy washed and ask them to give you six smacks on your bottom and two flicks to your willy and one to your balls to help you remember in future. Go to Timmy first as he has been in charge of you today. If you don't describe it as I tell you and ask for the smacks nicely you will get extra smacks from the brush and you will repeat the exercise tomorrow."
If I had thought I couldn't get more humiliated this proved me wrong. I had to go up to Timmy and repeat after Dad, "I have my botty cleaned with my toothbrush because I'm a dirty little boy who doesn't clean himself properly after going poo. It needs to be pushed well in and wiggled about. I also need my peepee cleaned under the skin. Please check they are clean and then spank my botty and flick my peepee and balls hard." At the end of this humiliating recital Timmy pulled my foreskin back roughly and squeezed and rubbed the sensitive top of my cock. He announced it was clean. By this time it was also stiff so he flicked it twice and my balls. Then I had to turn round and bend over and spread my cheeks while he stuck his finger right up my bum hole and wiggled it about. After he had pulled it out and said it was clean Dad told me to lick it. Even though it was clean I still found it gross.
Next I had to go to Alice and repeat the whole process. Again she was rough but agreed I was clean. I got the flicks, smacks licked her finger and moved on to Elizabeth who really dug her nails into my poor cock and scraped trying to find something. She flicked me harder than the other two and brought tears to my eyes. Again when I bent over her nail scratched my hole and she forced it in a long way, I could feel her nail scratching inside. After I had licked it she really spanked me hard.
Next it was over to Jane who, while she followed her Dad's instructions, was as gentle as she could be and her flicks and smacks hardly hurt. Next to my horror I found that Andy was to have a turn as well. He seemed almost as shocked as me but joined in with enthusiasm, by the time I had licked his finger and received my smacks he was grinning as much as Timmy.
Mum and dad had a turn as well and I was sore front and back as well as totally humiliated. I was surprised my willy stayed stiff throughout it all. Dad asked me if I would remember to tell anyone who bathed me in future how I needed to be washed. I promised I would and he said you better because you will never know if they are testing you and I've already told them.
I then had to go over Dad's knees for the brush. Being so sore already it took only a few smacks to get me yelling but he continued whacking my bum cheeks and legs right down to my knees. He got the boys to hold me again and by the end they were really having to hold me down as I bucked and struggled to avoid the smacks. I was sobbing with tears and snot on my face but it wasn't over yet. I had to finally go round them again in reverse order carrying the brush and apologising for hitting Timmy and asking them to give me any more they thought I needed. Mum gave me three medium ones as did Andy, Jane gave me one gentle one but Elizabeth gave me 5, I think to make up for it, which were very hard, Alice 3 and Timmy finished with a half dozen. He then led me to the corner where I stood with my hands at my sides for the rest of the evening while the rest of the family and Andy enjoyed themselves.
There was one final thing that happened that night on the worst day of my life so far. I was surprised Alice, Timmy and Andy went off to bed before me. About half an hour later Dad took me upstairs where I found Andy in my bed and a pillow on the floor between the two beds. The window was wide open and although it was the summer it had turned cold and the room was chilly. Dad said to me as the youngest I'm sure you won't mind giving up your bed for our guest. So I was going to have to sleep on the hard floor, naked with no covers and an extremely sore bum, willy and balls in a cold room between two giggling boys. As you can imagine it took me ages to cry myself to sleep and I kept waking up through the night feeling hungry and sore. I vowed never to hit Timmy again.