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How I became the head of the family at 16 – Chapter 2
Written be: rep
AUTHORS NOTE
Any resemblance of any names and persons is purely coincidental and is not reflective of any events.
4 Years ago – aged 12
There it was again, Mum and Dad going at it full pelt.
It was always the same, each weekend from Friday to Sunday they would get blind drunk, then argue and fight all the time.
This had been going on for as long as I could remember!
All the time this was going on I was rebelling inside.
I was in trouble at school, I had been stealing, and I had been fighting. All to do with the problems with Mum and Dad!
We had already had visits from the social services over me. Mum and Dad seemed like I was the cause for them to be arguing and fighting.
I sat on my bed trying to block it out, my hands over my ears, the music trying to mask the screaming, the shouting.
I began to cry again, this time more than ever because the fighting was worse than I had known.
Then I heard it, my dad screamed out so loud that I stopped crying.
Everything went quiet, the sound of my music now the only thing I could hear.
‘What had happened’ I thought?
The next thing I remembered was a police woman sitting with me. She was nice, she was asking about what music I liked, what boy bands were my favourites at the moment.
“What’s happened?” I asked her.
She looked at me and said “Your dads been hurt, so we are trying to help him and your mum” she said in reply.
“Mum” I shouted “Is she ok?” I asked.
“Someone will come to see us soon, in the meantime let’s just listen to the music” she replied.
I laid back feeling so tired, somehow I fell to sleep!
As the days went on I found out dad was dead. Mum had stabbed him in an argument.
Mum was taken away by the police that night crying, it was the last I saw of her for 3 days.
I was placed with a couple, who were to look after me until something was sorted out.
In the days that followed I was interview by police, by social workers, pretty much by everybody in fact.
Each time it was the same questions. How long had they been fighting? How long would they argue? Had anyone ever been hurt before?
Granny and Aunty Pam came to see me one day. They took me out for a walk.
“Why can’t I stop with you Gran” I asked her.
“Well Jo, it’s complicated you see” she replied looking at me “The police want you to be away from the family connections for a while until it’s sorted” she said
“But why” I replied looking at both of them.
“Shhhh” said Aunty Pam giving me a cuddle from behind.
As she reached around me her hands came to rest over my chest. She squeezed me hard whilst running her hands up and down my jumper. I thought it strange but then again we always used to cuddle when we saw each other.
As she let me go I looked up at Gran and saw her glare at Aunty Pam, a horrid glare as if she had done something wrong.
As I looked at Gran I saw her mouth the words to Aunty Pam ‘Not here Pam’
As the days went on past 5 days I was told I could visit Mum.
I was taken by a police car to the police station. Inside I saw Mum, she looked terrible. As she saw me she burst out crying which set me off too.
It was decided after about 3 weeks that I would be placed in care.
I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t being allowed to go with Gran or Aunty Pam!
At 11 years old my life had just ended as I knew it.
Within 1 day my new life would be about to begin, a life that would never be the same again!
The social worker sat at the side of me in the car we pulled up to this building. I turned to her and looked at her smiling.
I’ll never forget her look at me as she said “Now then Jo, be a good girl as this is going to be your new home now”
Her face was unsmiling; her expression never gave the slightest smile or even hints of kindness at all.
As we got out of the car, I stopped dead. The place before me looked like a prison.
I felt the woman’s hand grab my own and pull me “Come on Jo, no messing about” she said
As we got to the door, she rang the doorbell and stood back looking down at me. I swear I could see her smiling, knowing that soon I would be off her hands!
Just then the door opened and I had my first glimpse of the inside.
It didn’t look too bad I thought as we walked in.
The woman who opened the door must have sensed my initial fears as she looked at me and said “Hello Joanne, how are you?”
“It’s Jo” I replied looking at her.
She just gave me a slight smile and said “Sure it is pet”
I couldn’t speak as we walked through the hallway into a large room at the side.
‘Everything seemed ok so far’ I thought to myself!
I sat in the chair not listening at all as the social woman and the new woman talked to each other. I saw them looking at me occasionally, they must have been talking about me.
Then it was over, the social worker woman came over to me and said “Well Jo I’m off now. Be a good girl, I’ll call to see you in a few days” patting me on the head as she left the room.
I sat there all alone now, my fears started to grow not knowing what to expect next.
The new woman came in and stood before me.
“Right Joanne lets get you sorted out then shall we” she said picking up mu suitcase and heading out the room.
“It’s Jo” I replied at her. “I told you before its Jo not Joanne” I said loudly.
She stopped in her tracks, dropped my case and turned around glaring at me.
“Well I can see why you have been sent her young lady” her face a picture of nastiness. “One thing you will have to learn is your manners young lady” she said as she reached down at me and looked me in the eyes.
That moment my blood turned to ice. I saw the devil standing there, I began to cry.
“Now then young lady, crying wont help you in here” she said standing back up and walking away.
I followed her, not daring to speak again, not knowing what was going to happen I felt more fear now than before in my life.
We went up 2 sets of stairs, at a door we stopped. She unlocked the door and went in.
‘Why lock a door’ I thought as I followed her into the room.
I stopped in complete shock as I saw the room before me.
There was a single bed, a metal bed, a small set of drawers and a wardrobe. That was it.
I began to cry again, the room was horrible.
The woman turned to me as she dropped the suitcase on the floor and said
“Right Joanne, here are the rules” she began to tell me
“No1; at all times you are to call me mistress”
“No2; any cheek, any naughtiness and you will be punished”
“No3; you will be in bed by 7.00 pm every night no exceptions”
“No4; unless I give you permission then there will be no posters on the walls”
“No5; Meal times are as follows – breakfast at 6.30am, dinner at 1.30pm and tea at 5.30pm”
“No6; you will not go to school any more as you will be taught here from now on”
“No7; visitors will only be allowed with my permission”
“No8; you will shower every day, no exceptions”
“Finally No9; all other members of staff will be addressed as miss”!
I was crying now as she finished.
I looked at her standing there triumphant now seeing me helpless.
“I’ll give you 10 minutes to sort your clothes then I will give you a tour of this building.
As I unpacked and put away my clothes, she stood there looking at me. Each time I looked at her I saw her face, it seemed a face of evil and for this I would very soon find out why!
As she gave me the tour of the house, I realised how big this place was. I also realised that all doors were locked; all windows were locked with bars over.
‘What is this place, why am I here’ I thought to myself
“Please” I said looking at her “I’m hungry”
Right then she grabbed me by the shoulders, looking at me she shook me hard screaming “Call me Mistress at all times”
I was crying hard now as I said “Please mistress I’m hungry” between sobbing.
“See Joanne, that’s what happens when you are naughty” she crowed at me triumphant as I stood there sobbing.
“Just this once I’m going to let you off as you have just arrived. But let me tell you young lady that anymore will meet with total punishment”
“You see Joanne; here you are under my control. No-one wants you Joanne, not Granny, Not Aunty and most importantly not even Mummy!”
“Not even foster parents want you as you are trouble Joanne. That’s why you have been brought here, that’s why you have been given to me, so I can correct you” she said standing before me, her face beaming in a smile I would soon know as her satisfaction.
I was given some food, it wasn’t too bad, I was hungry enough to eat almost anything anyway.
Then it was informed to me that it was shower time. This event would set a bench mark that would begin my eventual life that would end in me getting my ultimate revenge.
As I was led to one of the bathrooms, little did I know or expect what was to occur within that room.
Inside were a single toilet and 5 showers all against one wall. There were no shower screens; no shower curtains just open a shower that’s all!
“Do you need to use the toilet Joanne?” said the woman called mistress looking at me.
“Yes” I replied nodding
In that moment I knew I had done wrong again, I had failed to call her mistress again.
I saw the look on her face as she came up to me and said looking directly at my face.
“Yes mistress you silly bitch” grabbing my arms and slapping my face hard.
“The next time you fail to answer me correctly, or fail to address me correctly then you will know and feel pain. DO YOU UNDERSTAND” she screamed looking at me.
Crying now heavily I somehow managed to reply “Yes mistress I understand”
“Good Joanne, now be a good girl and use the toilet then for me” she said with a look on her face I knew was of pleasure.
I went over to the toilet and lifted up my skirt ready to sit on the toilet.
“No you must take off you clothes Joanne” she said “After all you are going to have a shower afterwards, so clothes will be no good”
“Strip” was all she said looking at me.
I began to undress in front of her. I was crying, I was shaking but somehow I managed to take off my clothes without upsetting her further.
As I stood there naked, trying to cover my parts with my hands, I saw her face.
At that moment I knew she was getting pleasure from seeing me like this!
“Well Joanne, are you going to go to the toilet, or are you just going to do it there then?” she said looking at me.
I sat on the toilet; I desperately need to have a poo.
It was difficult to do it with her standing there; I had been naked before in front of Mum but never a total stranger.
I tried and somehow I managed to have a poo, then I had a pee as I tried to block her from my mind.
I reached for the toilet paper and she said “Make sure you clean all your poo off right Joanne”
As I finished and stood up; she said
“Turn around and bend over Joanne, I want to have a look and make sure it is clean before you go in the shower”
Nervously I turned around and bent over.
“Put your hands on the toilet Joanne and spread your legs for me” she said as she came up behind me.
I heard her kneel behind me and felt her hands on my bottom.
She parted my bottom cheeks and said
“Tut tut Joanne; this is no good” as her finger went between my bum cheeks.
I felt her finger feel around my bottom hole and run back along my bottom as she moved it back away.
“Stand Joanne” she said standing up and moving slightly away.
I stood up and turned to her.
As I saw her finger there in front of my face I gasped in horror.
Her finger had some of my poo on it.
“You really must get better at cleaning your self Joanne” she said reaching out to me as she smeared her finger over my chest.
I began to cry more now. I had never been so humiliated in my life; here I was stood there with some of my own poo on my body.
More so this woman was stood there enjoying it so it looked.
I looked down at myself, my chest was not really developed as yet, there were slight bumps where my breasts would eventually grow.
I looked down and saw the poo, the smell was terrible, it was so close I wanted to be sick.
“Right well Joanne, it looks like I am going to have to show you how to clean your self in future” she said walking over to one of the showers.
“Come on girl; don’t dilly dally about” she said turning on a shower.
As I got to her she looked at me and said
“Right hop in Joanne and I will show you what to do”
“Please mistress, I know how to shower” I said looking at her pleadingly.
“You might think you do Joanne, but just looking at you then it is clear that you have a lot to learn about hygiene” she continued “I will show what to do, the way I want you to shower and clean yourself then you will have to do it then”
As I got in under the shower water she began to wash me with her hands and a sponge. Her hands were everywhere, no place would be left alone I knew.
“Spread your legs Joanne” she said looking at me kneeling down. She herself was getting wet as the spray from the water hit her own clothes.
I looked at her as her blouse began to get wetter, I could see her body underneath.
I spread my legs as she began to rub back and forth over my vagina and up between my bottom cheeks.
“Mmmm not quite developed yet are you Joanne” she said close to my tummy
Her hand was continuing her vigorous washing of my intimate zones.
Just then I felt her finger touching my vagina entrance, pushing inside as she said
“Everywhere I want clean Joanne, everywhere you see. From now on you are to fully clean these areas as they are dirty areas”
Her finger now inside my little hole, her finger forcing its way inside as I felt the pain.
The tears ran down my face as she pushed her finger inside me.
I thought that was the worst but then I cried out as another finger pushed at my bottom hole. The pain was worse than I had known as she rubbed her slippery finger over my bottom hole pushing it inside.
“Look at me Joanne” I heard her say
I looked down at her; all wet now, her clothes clinging to her body. Her hair wet, her face wet but at the same time she was enjoying it.
“Look at me closely Joanne and listen real good” she said looking up at me.
“These two dirty holes need to be kept clean at all times” you must clean inside them every day” she continued.
“You will learn to clean these perfectly at all times. From time to time I or one of the other staff will check you without notice” she said continuing her attack on my intimate parts.
“Is that clear Joanne?” she said withdrawing her fingers from both my holes.
“Yes mistress” I replied sobbing, the tears hard to see under the shower spray.
As she got up my eyes followed her body. Her clothes by now completely wet through, all clinging to her skin.
I saw her body under her blouse; I could see the outline of her breasts through the wet blouse.
She had no bra on!
“Look at the mess you have made of me Joanne” she said standing back looking at me.
I looked at her as she began to undress.
My eyes were fixated on her breasts as her wet top was undone button by button. I saw her face as she undressed before me. I saw her smiling I saw her mouth with its evil grin.
As she removed her blouse I saw here breasts fully now, they looked big, bigger than my Mum’s.
I had often seen my Mum naked as we used to share a bath one after the other. Never though had my Mum done the kind of things this woman had earlier to me.
As she removed her trousers I saw she had no pants on either.
She stood before me naked; wet the water still glistening on her skin.
That’s when I saw between her legs, her vagina was bare just like my own.
My Mum had hair between her legs; I knew that someday I would too. But this woman had no hair there!
That’s when she stepped into the shower with me looking down at me saying “Now you wash me Joanne, just like I showed you just now”
She leant back against the only wall there, opened her legs and said
“No Joanne, be a good girl and clean your mistress in the way I have just shown you”
I reached for the sponge and soap and began to lather the sponge.
As I reached out to her arms she grabbed my hand and said “No just down there Joanne, its doesn’t matter about the rest of me yet”
She guided my hand down towards her vagina at the same time pushing down on my head forcing me onto my knees under the water spray.
I reached out to her bare vagina and touched the sponge against it. I saw her legs part more; I could have sworn she moaned out a little as my hand began the cleaning process.
My finger slipped in easily inside her big vagina, I began to move it around inside her just as she grabbed my hand more and said “Put more fingers inside Joanne, that’s a good girl”
Soon I had another one then two fingers inside her vagina until without realising I had the whole of my hand inside her.
“Yes good girl Joanne, that’s it” she said grabbing my hair pulling me closer to her.
“Don’t forget my bottom Joanne, that’s a good girl” she said opening her legs a little more whilst lowering herself down the wall so I could reach her more.
After what seemed ages I heard her moan out whilst she pulled me tighter against me.
When it seemed she was finished she pushed me away from her as she stepped out of the shower.
“Right Joanne, dry yourself quickly and off to bed she said”
To be continued
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