Farther Brennan smiled as he hung up the phone. Sargent Matthew's had just told him of the news that five more families of boys were being picked up for delivery to the Brother's of the Thorn boys home in which he was in charge.

The arrangement he had with the State Foundling Home Society was that he would provide shelter, meals and education for young boys displaced by neglect, poverty, or destitution as a result of the Depression of 1929.

As a senior level authority of the church many families willingly surrendered their sons into his care believing his home to be a faith filled, nurturing loving environment offering the best of care. The church diocese owned the 65 acer land it's, 1200 bed foundling home, and monastery complex. It lay on the outskirts of the county quite pastoral in location and setting. Every brother answered directly to him and was at one time a boy of the home themselves.

The boys should be here in an hour he thought to himself, the Holmes brothers all 8 of them the twins Ralph and Roderick age 14, Matthew age 13, Robert age twelve, Nathan age 11, and the triplets Adam, Anthony, and Seth age 10. The O'Brien boys Thomas age 9, Abel age 7, Albert age 4. The Mc Neil boys Hank age 12, Stephen age 8 and little Jimmy age 5. The Holden family boys Richard age 10, Yentil age 9, Travis age 8, Erik age 7 and Denis age 5. The O'Leary children Bradley age 13, Art age 12, Stanley age 11, Bert and Grant twins age 10, Frederick age 9, David age 7, Jed age 6, Murray age 5 and young Gareth age 4. Thirty boys he counted silently to himself it was going to be a fun filled afternoon and a most enjoyable evening processing this riff raff he grinned at the anticipation.

Needing to pass the time between now and the arrival of his new charges he decides to ring for Brother Beenadick dorm master of Pierce hall, the age 10-11 year old boys. Beenadick answers the phone and Father Brennan instructs him to send the Adam brothers Mark and Michael, and the Davis boy to his office immediately.

Shortly there is a knock at his door. Enter. In shamble the three dejected and terrified boys.

Well, boys he barks what do you have to say for yourselves? Mark stammers to reply, sir, I um what do you mean sir, sorry sir I don't...

Father smiles to himself, "You don't know, what you idiot child, you think you have pulled one over on me don't you, you sinful disobedient little trash!

No sir, the boys lip tremble, tears forming in his scared wide blue eyes. I am sorry sir what did I do wrong sir, brushing his lank blond hair out of his face he peers up at the profile of the man towering above him?

And you boy he directs his inquiry at the boy next to him, Michael is it, yes sir you are not going to just stand there and expect to get away with your sinful behavior too are you, surely you are not as stupid as your brother?

I, no sir, its just that I don't know what I have done sir, I have been trying so hard to be good honest I have sobbed the boy desperately searching his memory for whatever transgression had raised the ire of Father Brennan.

Turning to the Davis boy Curtis age 10, he addresses the boy angrily and demands him to confess to his transgression. The terrified handsome brown eyed, brunet lad, starts listing off his minor offenses, I was disobedient in class, I had impure thoughts, I awoke with the devils touch upon my privates, I cursed under my breath at brother Dominick..."

Enough shouts Father Brennan you irresponsible sinful little buggers will regret your misdeeds and learn the error of your ways, this you can be quite certain of, I assure you. Now off with your clothes, all of you, right now, hands behind your heads, legs wide apart, no wider, wider now, I say, square off those shoulders, heads up, eyes forward, tummy in.

The boys having complied quickly now stood lined up before me, their young boyish innocence on parade, stiff and rigid, too fearful to hardly breathe. It is a site to look at them, Father Brennan marvels, there is Mark the eldest of the three at 4'3 inches tall blond haired blue eyed, with the cute button nose splattered with freckles, a strong jutting chin, the wide shoulders and dime sized nipples, his slightly muscled torso, an outie belly button and then his 3 ½ inch un-circumsized boyhood with the long foreskin dangling off an inch and a 1/4 from the tip of his boy organ, a narrow waist, full mooned shaped flesh of his dimpled ass cheeks, and the deep cleft hiding the pink treasure within, and the slightly muscled hairless thighs long legs and big boy feet, quite the boy he thought.

And then there is Michael a younger looking than average 10 year old, Mark's younger sibling. With curly blond hair framing a cupid pie face with pale blue eyes, red full lips, and two small barely noticeable pink nipples ever so light a pink raising up from his small torso, he posed there trembling every so often, he is cute as can be with an deep inny belly button and his ribs sticking out showing clearly through the tight white skin of his chest, his little cocklet uncircumsised, though not as long in foreskin as his elder brother still covered his peanut sized glans fully, despite the 2 inch erection he was sporting, no doubt out of abject fear. He possessed a smaller whiter versioin of his brother's full ass, with a single freckle on the lower right cheek of his prominent backside.

Last, but not least there stood the Davis boy, just turned ten last week, looking two years younger than his actual age, with those chocolate brown eyes, and wavy brunet hair. This boy has a trim athletic body, summer tanned and with large darken nipples standing eroused from his boyish chest, he too had a inny belly button, full red lips, and unlike the two brothers he was circumsized a delightful pink 3 ½ inch morsel with a prominent flared helmet and slightly less darkened glands, he too was flaccid, his small dick dangling down hanging a bit off to the left, his loose sack of boy marbles fully on display below his little member. His ass two white melons less fleshy than the brothers but still prominent and delightful, the contrast between the tanned areas of his body and the whiteness of his buttocks and immature groin intoxicating.

Picking up the tawse from his desk he moves to the side of Mark and wraps the tails and long handled strap around the quivering neck of the 11 year old.