The Coopers Chapter 6
By Lee Davey
leedavey_1@lycos.com

copyright 2007 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved

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Chapter 6 - Manor Hill Middle School - PTA Meeting.

I don't remember this being in the job description, Mr
Browne, mused dropping the large binder onto his desktop
with a thump he lent back and stared wistfully at the window
where rain gently pattered against the glass and down in
small rivers, because if I had seen it I sure as hell would
not of applied.

His eyes strayed back to the cover of the folder "A guide to
the effective implementation of the Physiological
Development exercise regime", his eyes then strayed further
to his desk drawer in which hid a bottle of cheap whiskey.

No I better not the PTA meeting starts in an hour, and sure
as sure can be I'm going to damn well need one afterwards.

This meeting had been planned for weeks now, ever since the
Dept for Education and Employment had required all schools
in the UK to make preparations for full implementation of
the Regime. Regime? I wander why it deserves a capital
letter, even in my mind. I wander why we call it a Regime at
all, sounds more like some small tin-pot country, with a
tin-pot dictator in charge, bit like Canada. I wander why I
am daydreaming this load of B^%$^%&s rather than getting
ready for the PTA meeting.

Ah yes the PTA meeting. A meeting normally only attended by
a half dozen inadequate parents with nothing better to do
than make my life hell with queries over the size of bean
bags being used in the sports hall.

But today will be different, indeedy-do, 50 RSVP's, fifty,
unbelievable in the last decade of being head here, I doubt
whether the PTA meetings have been attended by 50 in TOTAL.
Nothing like a little talk on compulsory child development
lessons to drag every liberal wishy washy parent and every
right wing maniac to come crawling out of the woodwork.
Sometimes I believe that half of my pupils parents are so
liberal that they make Mother Teresa look like Adolf Hitler,
and the other half so right wing they make Adolf Hitler look
like Mother Teresa.

Its nearly 6:30 I suppose I should make an effort.

The school hall was crowded filled with seated parents who
chattered noisily amongst themselves. The raised dais at the
end of the hall seated 3 teachers with a fourth chair spare
for Mr Browne.

Threading his way to his allotted seat he passed a table
where the 3 Cooper boys were seated next to their parents
and older sister. Somewhat surprised he saw that the
children were all dressed normally, perhaps due to the
inclement weather outside. Smiling at Richard who blushed
and looked away, he noted that the two other boys appeared
to be shifting uncomfortably in their seats, as if perhaps
their bottoms found the hard chairs uncomfortable for some
unknown reason.

I think I can guess why he thought to himself as he trotted
up the steps to the raised dais, a smile coming to him
unbidden at that thought.

"Ladies, Gentleman your attention please" Mr Browne waited
patiently as the noise of the chattering adults slowly
diminished and silence reined.

"I would like to being this meeting to order. This evenings
meeting is to discuss how the school intends to implement
the new Regime as required by the Government.

"As you may be aware the mandatory nature of the new Regime
has been suspended for 12 months to allow parents and others
to prepare.

"However I have been informed that all schools which receive
state funding such as Manor Hill Middle School are required
to provide appropriate assistance to those parents who
implement the Regime before it becomes compulsory".

A thin reedy voice called out interrupting the Headmaster
"What exactly do you mean by 'appropriate assistance. I'm
not at all sure I want any teacher abusing my Julie; and I
don't see why precious school resources should be wasted on
this disgraceful scheme." this comment came from the lips of
one of the seated parents. It belong to Frederick Taverstock
a man as thin and reedy as his voice indicated.

Collecting his thoughts for a moment before responding Mr
Browne he finally recalled the 'Julie' that the man referred
too. A thin mousy looking girl who apparently took after her
father, the poor thing.

"Mr Taverstock I am well aware of your concerns over the new
Regime; but please remember whilst the Regime is only
voluntary for the first 12 months, this school is obliged to
help, and it is still illegal to disrupt Regime activities,
you may of course protest about the new rules, but given the
majority support the policy enjoys in Government I doubt
whether they will change their minds".

Mr Browne delivered his sharp reminder to the seated Mr
Taverstock despite silently having some support for his
arguments, certainly the argument concerning the financial
strain the new Act would cause the school, Mr Browne was
less concerned over the children, some of them deserved a
good thrashing, and could do with growing up, sentiments he
developed over a long career of teaching these little
'darlings'.

 

He was however acutely aware of the silent presence of two
dark suited men who stood at the back of the hall. They had
introduced themselves as 'observers' from the Institute for
development of standards in public life. Although they said
that they only wanted to gauge public opinion Mr Browne had
heard on the grapevine of stories where teachers were sacked
for giving less than 100% support to the Regime, and
children taken into care because of their parents 'laxity of
morals', after visits from such 'observers'.

Mr Taverstock bristled in indignation but looking round and
seeing little support from his fellow parents kept silent.

Seeing this Mr Browne continued.

"To meet its obligations the school will implement a number
of initiatives, these will be new equipment purchases, an
amended timetable and new school facilities. Miss Tomkins
here will explain the changes in the school timetable". Miss
Tomkins was one of teachers seated on the dais, barely in
her twenties she was still keen and when asked by Mr Browne
to take responsibility for drafting the new timetable was
still naive enough to take it as a compliment.

"Thank you Mr Browne" she responded as the Headmaster took
his seat before turning to the assembled parents, "Mr Browne
asked me to see how the timetable could be amended to
provide time to assist in the 'physiological development' of
our children".

At the words 'physiological development' Miss Tomkins caught
the eyes of young Thomas and Lee Cooper, who squirmed even
more on their hard seats at the reminder at what this young
teacher had done to them some few days before.

"It has been arranged that 'Regime Children' will follow a
slightly different timetable to the other children. Of
course at the moment only some 10 to 15 children are 'Regime
compliant' in this school, but it is expected that this
number will increase over time.

Firstly instead of morning assembly 'Regime Children' will
have a 30 minute genital exercise session directed by a
teacher or appropriate person. Secondly 'Regime Children'
will be provided with separate sports training rather than
standard football or gymnastics, this is of course in
addition to normal lessons, not instead of. Thirdly
compulsory after school exercise sessions will be required,
these will vary and run the gambit of permissible Regime
activities, as such these lessons will replace after school
sessions such as the chess club and music lessons for Regime
children".

At the sound of compulsory after school sessions the three
Cooper boys groaned softly, and not at being denied access
to the chess club, but swiftly stopped when their mother
glared at them.

"....and finally 'Regime Children' may be required to assist
in normal lessons as directed by their teacher."

Smiling at the small round of applause that greeted her
statement Miss Tomkins blushed slightly and made to sit back
down in her seat.

Mr Browne gave the young teacher an encouraging pat on the
back as he walked back to the front of the dais.

"Another part of the new school initiative has been the
purchase of new equipment".

Whilst Mr Brown was explaining this two of the teachers had
walked to the curtain and carried two chairs forward to the
front of the dais. 

"The school has been given a total of 4 Mk3 Independent
Masturbatory Machines" at these words the majority of the
audience remained silent. The majority were simply puzzled,
a few like Mr Taverstock disapproving at the mention of
'masturbatatory'. However the looks on the faces of George
and Heather Cooper were ones of pure delight, and those of
the three Cooper boys sheer horror.

"With luck these machines should be installed within a
couple of weeks. In the meantime we have already taken
delivery of some new 'control' chairs especially designed
for children" at the is Mr Browne pointed towards the two
large chairs now positioned at the front of the dais.

"These chairs differ from the standard school plastic chairs
upon which you sit in two ways. One, these chairs have ample
padding and are therefore suitable for sitting in longer
than our normal school seating. Secondly and most
importantly they are fitted with an anal fastening device".

At this a gasp erupted from the audience.

Mr Browne picked up a chair and tilted if forward so the
seat of the 'special' chair could now be seen by the
surprised audience of parents.

Clear for all to see was a small prong seated in the middle
of the chair, its central position clearly indicating where
it would be inserted in any child unfortunate enough to sit
upon it.

"The protrudence you see is designed to be inserted into the
anus of a seated child and prevent undue fidgeting. These
straps here" two straps which hitherto had been fastened to
the underneath of the chair were pulled out and shown to the
viewing parents.

"These straps can be used to prevent a child from raising
from a chair without permission"

Mr Browne noting some looks the less 'Regime' committed
parents were having hastened to reassure them,

"A dildo this size has been expressly designed for pre-teen
and teen anuses, and has been passed as suitable for long
term use".

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS" an apoleptic Mr Taverstock jumped to
his feet almost incoherent with anger "YOU ARE TELLING ME
THAT CHILDREN WILL BE FORCED TO SIT ALL DAY WITH THOSE
THINGS UP THEIR BOTTOMS. Well I tell you this not my Julie,
and not while I have anything to sat about this" with this
the enraged father grabbed his wife's hand and stormed out. 

From where he stood Mr Browne noticed with disquiet the
frantic scribbling of one of the dark suited 'observers' in
a notebook. Not a betting man normally Mr Browne however
would have bet a weeks wages that Mr Taverstock's daughter
Julie may find herself being taken into care for her own
'developmental need', a pity he thought Julie was a nice
polite child, and now it seems she would be the one to
suffer for her fathers lack of control, a not unfamiliar
state of affairs the Head sighed.

"Yes, well, I can see some of you are concerned but let me
reassure you these chairs are quite safe. To prove this I
have arranged a demonstration, Gilly..."

A large woman slightly overweight woman stood at the sound
of her name. With a nod she swiftly disappeared through a
side door. The expectant hall waited a few moments then
heard raised voices followed by an echoing slap. Moments
later Gilly reappeared through the door holding in one hand
a large black pot and with the other hand the large woman
literally dragged a small naked boy into the crowded hall.

Lee, Richard and Thomas instantly recognised Terence a 9
year old boy who was in the year below Richard as the
unfortunate child, and had gone with them on the skiing
trip.

As Gilly dragged him unwillingly through the hall and
towards the dais his tiny penis flapped wildly.

Thomas noted with a pang of jealously that despite being a
couple of years older than the naked boy, Terence's penis
was as least as big as his if not bigger.

Richard noting Thomas's envious stare smirked at his
brother, who due to his parents presence could do nothing to
his brother but seethe in impotent embarrassment.

The other thing that the Cooper boys as well as all the
others noted was a bright red hand mark on the right cheek
of Terence. A clear sign of how Gilly had settled the
argument she had had with Terence before re-entering the
hall.

When the naked boy and his mother made they way to the dais
Mr Browne continued.

"Mrs Gilly Smith here is a member of the PTA and has
helpfully provided us with young Terence here to be a
demonstrator

Terence is 9 years old and is more or less in the middle of
the age group this school accepts, and is therefore an ideal
subject to demonstrate how appropriate these chairs are for
general school usage.

At a nod from the Head Gilly took hold of her son and began
to move him into a suitable position. Terence now stood
behind the chair facing the audience. His naked body and
genitalia hidden behind the slim modesty of the back of the
chair. Terence hands were placed on the back of the chair by
his mother, his back now slightly bent at the hips and his
legs straight and a shoulder length apart. With a single
finger Gilly tipped Terence's chin up so that Terence had no
choice but to stare straight at the audience. 

The audience stared back in frank interest at the spectacle.
The three Cooper boys felt something other than mere
curiosity knowing full well that whatever diabolical
torments that the 'special chair' promised would be theirs
to 'enjoy' come school time.

Gilly finally satisfied at the positioning of her young boy
began to unscrew the lid of the black pot she carried with
her onto the dais. Dropping the lid on the floor beneath her
she daintily dipped two fingers into it and scooped out a
thick glob of brown viscous grease.

Like some magician's assistant she held the fingers and
grease up for inspection to the audience. Turning to her
child she stood behind him and run her covered fingers up
his butt crack in one solid smooth motion. Mr Browne and the
other teachers seated behind Terence had a birds eye view of
the child's crevice. The paleness of his white bottom now
marred by a line of brown grease running along the insides
of each of Terence's bum cheeks.

Not yet satisfied with the coverage she had managed Gilly
repeated the 'greasing' twice more until a thick covering of
grease covered all of her sons crack.

Throughout this Terence had no option but to look in the
eyes of the assembled parents and Institute observers. Some
say that the eyes are windows into the soul, in which case
Terence's eyes are red rimmed frames into his personal
torment.

Gilly after a moments contemplation dipped her fingers once
more into the grease jar and scooped out a generous amount.
Feeling that perhaps some explanation was necessary she
began to lecture the viewing audience of parents.

"Terence here has had grease smothered on his bottom.
However in order to minimise the potential for unnecessary
irritation to his botty, he must be lubricated inside as
well".

At these words Terence moaned and dropped his eyes from the
mocking stares of the viewing adults.

"Ooooohhh" Terence's head formally drooping now jerked back
up as his mother with an insistent push inserted a greased
finger into his anus.

Terence was surprised, his mother had fingered him before,
when giving enemas or masturbating him. this time much to
his relief there was no great burst of pain from her
violation of his tiny hole. Instead an almost pleasant
tingle ran through his groin as his mother circled her
finger spreading a generous coating of grease up into him.

After a good thirty seconds Gilly finally extracted her
finger, wiping her hand on a tissue she dug out of her
pocket.

"OK Terry this way" Gilly took hold of the boys shoulder and
walked him around to the front of the chair.

Terence now watched the small dildo protruding from the
chair with trepidation. To his surprise his mother did not
immediately force him down on it. Gilly smiling at the
concerned look in the eyes of her son. Quickly took Terence
by the shoulders and turned him around so that his greased
bottom could be seen by the assembled onlookers. With
another equally sudden motion she bent the boy double his
forehead coming down close to the chair seat, but more
importantly his crack was now exposed even more to the gazes
of the on-looking parents.

"As you can see children will normally be well lubricated
before using these devices" Gilly explained her point
reinforced by the finger she used to point to the grease,
some of which now trailed down the inner thigh of the boy.

"Dry use of the chairs is possible but would be reserved for
the most incorrigible of children" Gilly continued, at which
point she flashed a quick almost imperceptible glance at the
three Cooper boys. A glance missed by most of the audience
but certainly not missed by the three boys themselves, who
gulped silently in the currently normal chairs.

Having made her point she stood her son back up and began
the process of seating the boy onto the pronged chair. It
took a few moments before she positioned the child's boy
hole directly over the dildo and gently pushed him down onto
it.

A soft pop and a gaping groan from Terence were the only
signs that the mother had successfully completed her task.
After checking to enure that her son was fully down on the
chair and that the flange in the dildo had caught the boys
anal ring securely, she quickly whipped up the two trailing
restraining belts from under the chair and looped them
around Terence's thin thighs.

Terence who until now did not believe that his evening could
be any worse was shocked to discover he was wrong. His body
now seemed to work in conjunction with his mother to abuse
the boy. Terence knew it was inevitable, his mothers slick
fingers and the fullness in his rectum caused his small
penis to harden and poke out in it's tiny glory.

A burst of laughter issued from the audience at the sight.
terence his bottom and now his pride abused, blushed
fiercely at his bodies betrayal. 

"Ha, ha, ha, well done Terence a most impressive show, and
of course thank you Mrs Smith" Mr Browne the head master who
had until now had left Terence to his mothers kind
ministrations stood up.

"As you can see these chairs are not designed to injure
children's bottoms and indeed can be quite pleasurable for
the user" he waved at  Terence's bobbing dicky, "The main
purpose of these chairs is to secure children and prevent
them from fidgeting and disrupting lessons. Therefore they
have been designed for prolonged use.

There is also the facility to make the dildos vibrate but
unfortunately these chairs have not been plugged in, as we
lack any power points up here'.

The parents around the hall murmured over the display of
Terence seated on an unforgiving prong his small penis
stiffly pointed upwards in defiance of his humiliation.

Coughing to regain the audiences attention Mr Browne
continued the meeting.

'Finally I would like to inform you all of new school
buildings which are planned to assist in 'Regime'
activities. We have been fortunate to secure funding for two
such facilities. The first will be public display cubicles.
These will be glass cubicles where 'Regime' compliant
children can be displayed during punishments, detention etc.
These display cubicles will be built outside the school
office, and in plain view of the public road, but they will
still be on school premises so that the children can be
safely looked after, and when necessary kept secure from the
elements" Mr Browne at this gave a look to the windows of
the hall where rivulets of rain cascaded down.

An approving murmur met this announcement, sensing the
audiences approval Mr Browne quickly went on to explain the
second more controversial announcement.

"The second adaptation will be the building of public
toilets for 'Regime' children. These toilets will be
standard urinals and toilets however they will be housed in
a clear perspex cube some 20ft big. The purpose of these
facilities is to ensure that 'Regime' children do not
develop any undesirable habits or 'modesty' urges, when
going to toilet. Children have been known to masturbate
without authorisation in standard private toilet cubicles
but these public facilities will help prevent this. For you
parents who will not be 'Regime compliant' need not worry as
standard toilets will remain, and be forbidden only to
'Regime' children".

As expected the audience this time was more reserved. Mr
Browne smiled inwardly; Typical British he thought, we don't
mind whipping our children, wanking them of or forcing
things up their up their bottoms, but talk about 'number 1'a
& 2's' and THEN they start thinking twice, go figure.

Shaking himself from his introspection Mr Browne surveyed
his audience before continuing. 

"Now the evening is drawing on and we most soon vacate the
hall. I remind you that tonight was to explain the new
regime to you. As I explained at the beginning the 'Regime'
is optional for now, but the school will assist all parents
who decide to implement the 'Regime' early.

The school will welcome visits by parents thinking of
joining the 'Regime' early and who wish to see children
going through the new Regime, or to view the new school
facilities, but please make an appointment with the school
secretary first of course.

In order for the school to prepare and allocate its
resources I will be sending out letters asking all parents
whether and when they will be implementing the 'Regime'. I
have here" at this he waved to the end of the hall where a
table sat with a pile of A4 sheets upon it, "some of these
'Regime' letters which you can take with you tonight, they
can either be returned tonight or to the school office at
your convenience. Thank you and good night ladies and
gentleman."

At this the audience of parents began to brake up, groups of
parents standing around discussing tonight's events amongst
themselves. A few of the parents at Gilly Smiths invitation
walked up to the dais and inspected the tied and dildoed
Terence, one of the more bold mothers with Gilly's approval
closely examined the stiff penis protruding from Terences
groin.

Ignoring the other chattering parents and the crying
humiliated Terence (after all tiny erect penis's and crying
boys was nothing new to them), George and Heather Cooper
made there way to the rear of the hall and picked up 3 of
the A4 'Regime' slips and then returned to the table where
there children remained seated glumfaced.

"Lets see" George began as he and his wife began to scan
down the contents of the letter.

Name of Child. 

Age of Child.

Question 1.    Will your children be 'Regime compliant' ?   

Q2.            Will daily 'physiological exercise' be 
required?

Q3.            Is public display permissible.

Q4.            Can severe (i.e. Regime listed corporal
punishment be used as Teacher wishes?

Q5.            Are there any specific restrictions?

"Well Dear" George remarked to Heather "this seems quite
clear, so Yes to the first 4 and No to the last?"

"Yes Dear, in for a penny in for a pound, as my mother used
to say. I'm quite glad really it was getting quite a chore
to have to masturbate and probe these ragamuffins by myself,
several times every day, and even with Ruth's help I have
better things to do with my time. If the school wants to
help I say let them" Heather replied, much to her children's
dismay, their vain hopes at a motherly reprieve blown from
the water.

Richard, lee and Thomas all looked at each other as their
parents quickly completed the three school permission sheets
which confirmed their impending doom...


Next Chapter - Afternoon Tea with the relatives.