A New Home A New Life

~A new home, a new life- a mostly true account
By: Michael Nesbitt

Erotica
 
 
I was really good friends with Jesse. He was a well built guy who got all the prettiest girls in school. I was out now and just turned 18. Having no parents myself, I was raised by the state. On my 18th birthday, I was released from their supervision. That meant of course, I was homeless. I began to beg , borrow, and steal. I remembered that Jesse lived 20 miles outside of town and I jumped on a bicycle I had stolen and rode the 20 miles to their house. Jesse and his dad were about to go hunting and asked if I wanted to join them. I agreed and went along. We just ended up shooting at beer cans and I shot best of all. When we came back into the yard, Jesse’s grandma was on the porch. She looked me over and I could tell she wasn't much impressed.
She began asking me who I was and where I was from. I didn't like those kind of questions and I made the mistake of mouthing off to her. Why don't you just worry about yourself, I said angrily? Jesse's dad, Paul was instantly in my face. Don't you ever speak to my mother that way again. Sorry Paul, I returned. I got a lot on my mind. The matter settled, me and Jesse went and got something to eat.
I could hear Paul and his mom talking quietly as we finished eating. Paul told Jesse to go for a walk while he had a heart to heart with me. Jesse knew what that meant and he just looked at me soberly and grabbed his keys and left. Paul look at me and so did his mother. I felt like a trapped animal. Son, Paul began, I want to help you. I want to give you a place to stay.....but.... There are certain realities you need to accept. First, in my house we respect our elders. You were very rude to my mother and we still have decided to give you a place in our home. However, if you accept then you better know that I fully intend to apply my belt to your bare bottom for disrespecting your elders.
I was in shock. Did he really mean to punish me? What really boggled my mind is that he offered me a place in his home after I had done this. What kind of man does a thing like that? Come along son, Paul urged, let's get this over with. I knew I had nowhere to go and with lead in my feet I followed Paul into the bedroom and waited as he closed to door. Alright son, began Paul, take down your pants and bend over the bed. As I stood there rooted in place with tears starting to form in my eyes, I was awed as Paul began to remove his belt from around his waist. It was a wide scary looking belt and I didn't want to feel it on my bare bottom but I had no choice. I dropped my pants and bent over the bed. Paul pulled my underwear down past my knees and doubled the belt up.
I wonder how much it would hurt and tried to steel myself but when the first lick landed, I howled and put my hand back to block him. He just pinned my arm to the middle of my back and continued whipping me. By the third lick, I was in tears. By the 10th I was trying to escape any way I could. It was no use, he had raised a son and knew how to handle a squirming boy. Lick after lick landed on my bottom and I screamed and cried until all the fight was gone out of me. Finally it was over but all I could do was lay there and cry. My bare bottom was wilted and on fire and it hurt so much. Paul lifted me up and told me to stand in the corner. I obeyed immediately.
I was there maybe15 minutes when I heard voices behind me and one was female. I was standing in the corner with a red and sore bottom on display and a woman was looking at me. Ok son, I heard Paul say, come over here. I turned around and saw his mother sitting in a chair with a short handled bath brush in her hand. I knew right away that I was in for another spanking. Come over here and get over her knees. I walked to her in shock and was pulled down over her knees.
If I thought that belt hurt, I was in for a surprise. I was already sore but when that brush impacted my bottom, it was a thousand times worse. I screamed in agony as lick after lick rained down on my sore bottom. I kicked and squirmed but Paul held me in place as his mother dished our her own brand of justice. I screamed and begged after each and every lick. When it was over, I was crying so hard I could barely catch my breath. I was stood up and directed back to the corner where I remained for an hour.
When I was allowed out and dressed again, my room was made up for me and I was now a member of the household. Only now I knew, I was loved and cared for and any act of disobedience would result in a sore bottom. I grew into a man over the next few years, and there were many more spankings but I learned to work hard and respect my new parents as a young man should.
Many years later I think back on that day and consider what might have happened if I had said no instead of accepting my punishment. I guess we are all looking for something and sometimes it just finds us. I wonder about it a lot.