Chapter 1: Foster Life

Life sometimes plays a cruel trick on us.  Emily started off well, born to a mother and father that loved her, their first child.  They were so proud of her when they brought her home from the hospital.  Although they had no close relatives nearby, they showed Emily off to all of their friends.  For eight years they were an idyllic family that lived in the small town of Saratoga Springs, New York.

It was late October, and Emily was off at school.  No one knew why John wasn’t at work, but he was at home with Betsy when the fire broke out in the home.  It had something to do with the gas water heater.  It was over quickly.  A spark ignited the gas, and the house exploded into a ball of fire that took only minutes to consume it.  Their bodies were found in the kitchen, burned beyond recognition.

Emily’s life was upended that day.  She was taken from school and put under the supervision of Family Services.  They worked diligently for the next three weeks to find a living relative that would take Emily in.  Her grandparents were deceased on both sides of the family.  Betsy and John were only children like Emily.  Family Services finally gave up on trying to locate any living relative that would take her in.  She was transferred to Saratoga Springs Orphanage.  It was a tough time for her, not only losing her parents, but also losing all of her friends.  It took her years before she could cope with that.

Over the years that followed, there were some opportunities for her to be adopted.  She was bright and attractive, but for some reason, they never worked out.  She was placed in foster care a number of times, but she always seemed to go back to the orphanage through no fault of her own.  She was never bad, disruptive or impolite.  It just never worked out.

She’d given up hope for anything to happen until her eighteenth birthday when she’d be released as an adult.  But, in the spring of 2013 at the age of fourteen, a couple in the foster care program took her in.  All of a sudden, she had another chance for life outside the orphanage.

Anne and Steffen took Emily in.  They were both immigrants from Germany, but that was over thirty years ago.  At fifty, without any children of their own, they took in Emily.  It was a three-month process for them to get approved for foster care, but they had all the right credentials and references.  They were an ideal couple, and Family Services hoped that they might adopt Emily eventually.

Emily was glad to get out of the orphanage in spite of having to lose some good friends, but they always got adopted or went into foster care.  It was her turn now, she hoped.

Anne and Steffen had a small house in a nice part of town.  It wasn’t the rich neighborhood, but it had neat lawns, and people took care of their houses.  Anne stayed at home and Steffen worked at the auto repair shop fixing cars.  For the first time in a long time, Emily had her own room.

Emily remembered the love her parents lavished on her when they were alive.  Anne and Steffen weren’t like that.  They treated her nicely, fed her well, made sure she did well in school, but it was as if taking care of Emily was their job.  Emily knew that foster parents were paid to take in orphans.  At least she was safe, and she had friends at school.  Her life was two hundred percent better than at the orphanage.

For the first six months, Family Services would pay a monthly visit, but after they found no problems, they never returned.  A month later, Anne announced to Emily that they were moving and they would do so within the week.  Emily struggled to come to grips with it, but she knew she couldn’t change their minds.  Steffen got a better job, and that was it.

If she thought it might only be a town away, she was grossly disillusioned.  They moved to Derby Line in upstate Vermont on the Canadian border.  It was a small town.  They moved into a house just like the one in New York, small but neat.  The town had one major employer, Green Mountain Institute.  It was there that Steffen got a job in maintenance.  It was some kind of hospital.

Nothing changed in the household, Anne and Steffen took good care of her, but there was no love.  A year later, something changed.  It was unexpected and out of the blue.  Emily didn’t know what to make of it.  She was mostly good and rarely got into trouble, but every teenage girl managed to get into some trouble.  That was a part of life.

The school they attended was small, not even a teacher for every grade, some classes a mix of grades.  Emily met an older girl, Beth, short for Elizabeth.  She was in her class, but she was a year older than Emily.  Emily looked up to her and tried to emulate her.  That wasn’t necessarily a good thing to do because Beth was involved with boys.  It was a warm day in late spring when they decided to skip school.  The day before, they both wrote a note to their teacher explaining that they would be away from school the next day, and they forged their parents’ signatures to it.  Beth was good at forgery, at least she said she was and Emily believed her.

Emily felt something was different when she went home that day.  Anne looked at her funny, but she never said a thing.  Dinner that night was quiet, not much discussion, but it was never much anyway.  Emily never saw the signs until Anne cleaned up and the three of them were in the living room.

“I heard from school today, Emily.  They were inquiring about your absence.  I was surprised to hear that Anne had sent a letter to excuse you.  Neither Anne nor I knew anything about it.”  Steffen’s voice was gruff.  This was the first trouble he had with her, but he knew how to handle it.  He expected it.

“I, I…” she stammered to come up with something.

“Don’t say a word and make it worse.  I’m sure it will only be another lie.  I’m disappointed in you, and I need to make an example out of this.  You’re to be punished.”  Steffen said it with anger in his voice, in spite of the fact he was very calm.

Emily didn’t know what to say.  She’d never been punished.

“I’m going to spank you.”  He said it with finality.

Emily looked up in surprise.  Spanked!  She was fifteen.  That should be too old to be spanked, but she looked at Anne, and there was no mercy in her or Steffen’s eyes.  She was still only a foster child, and she didn’t want to go back to an orphanage.  She’d have to endure and not get into trouble again.  “Yes, sir,” she finally managed to say in hopes that her politeness would get her somewhere.

“Bring one of the dining room chairs into the living room.  Place it in the center of the room.”

The wooden chair was heavy as she carried it into the living room.  It was sturdy with no arms on it.  She still didn’t know what to expect.  Will I have to bend over the chair?  She watched as Steffen stood up.  For the first time, she noticed how large his hands were.  He sat on the chair.

“Lay over my lap, Emily.”

She didn’t expect that, but he had an evil glint in his eye.  She didn’t want to make it worse, so she tried to lie on his lap, but it was difficult.  A hand was on her back to guide her.  He pushed her forward, and when she was settled on his lap, her ass was poised up high and vulnerable.  His hand was still on her back, but it was low down, almost on her buttocks.  She tried to prepare herself mentally for this.

Steffen’s hand rose up and came down.  It sounded like a firecracker went off in the room.

She thought it would be like a little girl being spanked, but she didn’t expect the full force of Steffen’s palm would strike her buttock.  The pain shot through every nerve on one of her buttocks.  She bit her lip as she struggled not to cry out.  The pain took her breath away.

“One,” Steffen called out.

He spanked her again.  She could hear it whistle as his hand cut through the air before it struck her.  The pain shot through her other buttock, and they both begin to burn.


Steffen worked with his hands, and they were strong.  He knew how to make it hurt.  Emily struggled to breathe as she tried to grasp what was happening to her.  He hit her again, and the sound reverberated through the room.


He began to spank her faster, going from one buttock to the other, but the pain always increased, or her buttocks grew tender from the previous blows.  She didn’t know which, but it made little difference.  He counted out each spank with no change in the tone of his voice as if it was mechanical.  Her eyes began to tear up, and she bit her lip one time when the blow was harsher.  Her breath was halted.  Her buttocks ached and glowed from the heat of the blows.  She couldn’t keep her buttocks from clenching and unclenching uncontrollably as Steffen rained down blow after blow.  He paused when the count got to ten.  Emily hoped that he was finished, but his hand stayed on the small of her back.

Then, it began once again with the same intensity and the same drone cadence as he called out each blow on her buttocks.  She knew she’d be sore when she sat down the next day.  He didn’t stop until he got to twenty and only then did he pull his hand away and allow her to get up.

“Go to your room and do your homework and then think about what you did wrong.”  Steffen sent her off to her room. 

Emily looked at Anne, but all she got back was a blank look.

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For the next three years, Emily was subjected to more spankings, not less.  Beth was her best friend and her worst mentor.  She got her into so much trouble.  Emily learned to accept the spankings as her punishment, bowing over his lap without help and suffer the indignity of being spanked in spite of her age.  Even at seventeen, she still was spanked.  Emily never told Beth about the spankings after the first one.  It was too humiliating.