Bob 1

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Part 1

Tragedy entered Bob’s life just before his ninth birthday when his father was killed in a car accident. At that point he became the predictable angry young man, or boy in his case.

In order to keep food on the table and pay the mortgage, Bob’s mother had to take on a second job. Working long exhausting hours, she would come home to find the house in a mess, and a son who refused to do anything she asked. In fact it could be said that Bob was being abusive to his mother, actually lashing out at her on several occasions. She had also received a letter from the school about his truancy and a warning that she would face court action and a heavy fine if it continued.

Bob’s parents had of course always been staunch followers of the politically correct brigade and didn’t believe in any form of corporeal punishment. The worst Bob had ever had was to be sent to his room, hardly a punishment when that room contained TV, computer, music centre etc. Bob’s mother simply had no idea of how to deal with this behaviour, as she was telling her neighbour over a cup of coffee one Sunday morning.

Unfortunately for Bob, as it turned out, that neighbour had a thirteen year old daughter, Mary, who was also sitting there listening politely. Asking for permission to speak, Mary said that for a small weekly wage she would be willing to act as Bob’s surrogate mother and bring him back into line. She stipulated however that she be given a completely free hand as regards to methods used.

Bob’s mum was very hesitant wanting to know what methods, was Mary old enough for the responsibility etc. Bob was being a right little shit, but he was her little shit when it boiled down to it. She gradually came around to the idea when it was pointed out she really had no control over Bob and did she really want a large portion of her hard earned wages taken away in court fines, and also the high possibility of Bob being taken into care because she couldn’t look after him.

The added bonus was that Mary promised to have the house spic and span within the week. She didn’t bother to explain that it wouldn’t be her doing all the work.

Bob’s mum was dispatched to relieve Bob of his house key, he would no longer require it as he would not be coming or going unless accompanied by Mary. Mary would also need a letter for Bob’s headmaster explaining that Mary was now Bob’s carer and in full charge of him.

Part 2

Bob’s mum left for work at six each morning but Mary promised to be there in time to see her off, after which she would start taking charge of Bob. True to her word and smartly dressed in her school uniform, Mary was there five minutes before Bob’s mum left the house.

“Good luck in getting him out of bed in time for school,” Bob’s mum said as she left.

Mary just grinned and told her not to worry. Mary quietly mounted the stairs and opened Bob’s door. All she could see of Bob was the top of his head just peeking out of the covers. A dramatic change to that situation was certainly called for, and Mary had come well prepared.

As luck would have it, Bob’s bed was the type made of metal with both foot and headboards and on top of which another bed of that type could be placed to form bunk beds. Mary took rope from her school bag and tied one piece to each corner of the bed, then she gently eased the covers off Bob taking care not to wake him up. Bob was laying almost face down and Mary was able to slowly spread his legs and tie them to the bottom of the bed without him so much as stirring. His right arm was next and secured to the top of the bed. Now he would need to be woken up as his left arm was underneath him.

Removing a wooden backed hairbrush from her bag, Mary gave Bob two hard strokes from it on each bottom cheek before Bob was really awake enough for them to register. The language emanating from Bob would have blistered the ears of a navvy, and the volume very nearly deafened Mary. The screaming increased in both volume and profanity when Bob realised he only had one arm free, an arm which Mary quickly grabbed hold of and tied to the last remaining piece of rope. Finally, picking up a discarded pair of underpants from the floor, Mary made sure they were turned dirty side out, and pulling Bob’s head up by the hair she stuffed them firmly into his mouth. At least now she could hear herself think.

“Now little boy, I think it’s time we had a chat,” said Mary

“Rather I shall do the chatting and you will do the listening.”

“You have been a right little pain in the arse to your mother so it is only fair that your arse is going to be in pain a lot until you improve your behaviour.”

“I’m very glad to say that job has been handed over to me, because there is nothing I like better than making little boys scream for mercy as I torture them.”

Bob had gone quite pale and quiet as Mary uttered that last sentence.

“Now then, let’s get you undressed ready for your shower after which we’ll get you dressed for school, you will be going there because I shall be taking you.”

Bob may well have been thinking that he would have a chance to get away when Mary untied him to undress him, but Mary had other ideas. Reaching into her school bag she took out a large pair of scissors and cut Bob’s pyjamas off him.

“That’s better, now we can finish this little chat before you have your shower.” Mary said.

This particular chat involved very few words, rather it was between Bob’s bottom and Mary’s hair brush. The spanking lasted for about five minutes leaving Bob a snivelling wreck with all the fight beaten out of him. Bob’s bottom was deep red and hot. There would no doubt be quite a lot of bruising to come out, especially on that very tender under part where the last twenty spanks each side had landed. Bob was going to be in for a very uncomfortable day trying to sit still in school.

Untying one arm from the bed, Mary moved it over to the other arm and tied Bob’s wrists together before releasing the second hand from the bed. She then pulled his arms behind his head and took a couple of turns of the rope around his neck. With Bob’s hands well secured she was now able to release his legs which she swung round off the edge of the bed. Pulling him up by his hair, Mary had Bob sitting on the edge of the bed before telling him to stand up.

Mary burst out laughing.

“Oh my, you really are a little boy aren’t you?” “I’ve seen three year olds with a bigger package than that,” Mary mocked, as she grabbed hold of his cock and balls.

This wasn’t exactly true, Bob was in fact quite well endowed for a boy of his age, and Mary was looking forward to seeing just how big it was when he got hard. After all the bigger it is the more there was to hurt, and Mary definitely had plans in that direction.

Gripping him by his package she used it to pull him to the bathroom. Once there she started off by cleaning his teeth, something she noted he hadn’t done a lot of lately. Despite wanting to complain about being treated like a baby, Bob at this time was too scared to utter a word.

Pushed into the shower, Mary used the hand held shower head to wet Bob down, then having him kneel down she washed his hair and face. Having done that she had him stand up again with his legs well spread so she could wash the rest of him with a soapy sponge. She doubted very much that Bob had been having showers for some time, but at least he now smelt clean.

Getting Bob out of the shower she once more had him kneel down, she wrapped a large towel around his head making sure at the same time that it blindfolded him. Now he couldn’t see what was happening, she quickly slipped off her knickers.

“Because of our little chat you won’t have time for a proper breakfast so I want you to take this special drink I’ve prepared for you,” Mary explained.

So saying, she grabbed hold of his nose and forced his head back. His mouth now open she spread the lips of her fanny and sealed them to his mouth. It hadn’t been easy, but she had been saving this from the time she’d got out of bed. The first gush filled Bob’s mouth as Mary sighed with relief. It was only with difficulty that she managed to clamp down quickly enough to allow him time to swallow. Bob of cause had no choice, it was either swallow or choke.

Mouthful after mouthful Mary emptied her bladder in what was for her the nicest way she had ever done it. Bob certainly didn’t share those feelings. If he actually knew what it was he was drinking, the one thing he did know is that he didn’t like the taste of it.

“All gone, lick the bottle clean then you’re done,” Mary demanded, releasing her grip on his nose.
As Bob’s tongue hesitatingly licked, Mary wiped her fanny over Bob’s face. His nose rubbed over her engorged clit almost giving her a climax she was so excited by what she’d been doing. Now was not the time though and she reluctantly put her knickers back on.

Getting Bob dressed she walked him to school where she asked to see the head master of the junior school. Showing him the letter she asked that a special eye be kept on Bob so he didn’t try to sneak out during the day, and that he be kept back after school until she could come and collect him.

(The End)