A NEW BADGE

BY SIMPSON

[ part 1 ]

It began last Thursday, 2am when I woke up thirsty.

I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water and as I came away I noticed the light was still on in the room where we keep the home computer. Standing outside the door I could hear faint sounds of what sounded like a child crying.

Pushing open the door I saw my husband sitting at the computer, which seemed to be the source of the sound. I crept nearer so that I could see what he was so interested in - I knew it must be something exciting as there was no hiding his erection sticking out of his pyjamas.

I looked at the screen.

My hand went to my mouth to stifle a gasp, for what I saw was a young girl, a stranger to me, maybe aged 6 or 7 being spanked over a a man's knees, her skirt raised and her panties around her ankles. Although the volume had been set to low I could clearly hear her sobbing, crying, begging her daddy to stop.

But he didn't.

The scene cut to where the same child was now completely naked and bent over a leather stool with her bottom in the air. With a mixture of horror and fascination I watched as her daddy proceeded to bring down a thin cane on the child's defenceless bottom, time and time again, at the same time verbally abusing his daughter.

"Take that you little slut" and so on.

Suddenly I had a flashback from my own childhood, remembering the times when I was spanked over my own father's knees. He was a big man and the spankings he gave me were always very painful. I must have been around 8 years old when I started to associate spanking with pleasure. Up to this time Daddy had always spent time after spanking in rubbing some soothing cream into my burning cheeks. But around this time he started rubbing me between my legs as well, and afterwards I would lie on my tummy in bed feeling strangely aroused with my teddy-bear between my legs, enjoying the sensation as I rubbed his fur against my bald pussy. I still have Mr Bear and think of him fondly, though his fur has been worn smooth.

Standing in the half-light of the study I was now experiencing a mixture of emotions.

My husband obviously had a side to him that I never knew existed, and I was revolted and hurt at the same time. Now I knew why my husband loved my shaved pussy and small breasts! I felt betrayed.

But as I was thinking this I realised that I could put the situation to my advantage.

"The Police would be interested in that video, I'm sure" I said aloud.

With a start, he spun around to look at me, speechless for a second or two.

"OK - you'd better be frank with me" I said, "Tell me who that girl is, where you got that video from, everything".

I sat down in a nearby chair and listened to him, his head in his hands. He admitted that he did find young girls sexually attractive and had secret fantasies about spanking their bottoms. He told me how there were places on the internet where pictures and movies featuring this kind of activity could be found. He showed me a couple of them.

Now I put the first part of the plan into action. I sat next to him and got him to first locate and then order a chastity device from the internet. I chose one in a fetching pink colour, then clicked 'OK' to order it. Next, with further threats of exposure I got him to erase all his naughty images and videos.

Every single one.

I then took him to bed naked where I tied his wrists to the headboard and his ankles to the bottom of the bed so that he could not fiddle with himself. In the morning I made two phone calls. The first was to his boss, saying that he would not be in that day. The second was to a friend of mine called Jill. Jill and I went back a long way.

"Hi Jill, would it be OK for me to run your Brownie girl-scout pack tonight?" You see, I still had my 'Brown Owl' license allowing me to run sessions for these 7 to 11 year old girls. I had a fancy that the girls would love to study for a new badge.

That afternoon, the post arrived with the chastity device. My husband had now been tied up for about 12 hours and was pretty desperate to go to the bathroom. However I got there first, and bringing his razor back to the bedroom spent a while giving him a good close shave all over his body, leaving just his eyebrows and head hair alone. Taking a vibrator from the draw in my bedside table I set it on full power, pinned his dick to his tummy with it, and to my satisfaction he came in less than a minute, all over his midriff.

As soon as his erection subsided I fitted his limp dick snugly into the tube of the chastity device and snapped the device tight around his balls and locked it. Putting the key around my neck I said "Girl Scout night is tonight - I want you to help me". He looked shocked and did not know what to say.

Nothing new there, I thought to myself.

I then untied him and he raced to the bathroom to pee and to clean himself up.

That evening the girl-scout meeting started in its usual way. Jill introduced us to the girls, then wished me "good luck" and left, leaving me and my husband in charge. There were ten girls all aged 7 to 11, all eyeing me nervously. "OK girls" I said, "tonight will be something special - I'm going to show you some useful tricks for keeping your boyfriend/husband in check. If you do well you will each be awarded the 'Mistress' badge. Does that sound like fun?"

A chorus of young voices exclaimed that it did!

We had brought with us from the house a cane and a padded leather stool, like the ones in the video. With this was a long leather strap. These we put to one side. With a mounting sense of excitement I then ordered my husband to strip naked in front of all the little girls. He was soon obligingly nude, and embarrassed at the pink box trapping his genitals, and his lack of body hair. I got him to kneel on top of the table, legs apart and his hands on his head. Then I explained to the girls about the chastity device, how men would do just about anything for sex and how girls can use devices like this to get their man to do anything. Pointing out to them the bulging flesh at the entrance to the chastity tube, I said "See how his penis strains against its prison walls! Let's make him squirm a little more shall we? Girls - all take off your clothes please"

The girls obediently took off their shoes, their long white socks, their tops, and then peeled off their panties. My husband meanwhile came over all religious because he kept saying “Oh my God!”

“You like young girls, don’t you?” I teased him. He nodded, unable to take his eyes away from the feast of naked virgins before him. “Which one do you like best?” I asked him. “They are all lovely” he said. “Come on, there must be one” I insisted. “I know” I said, turning to address the girls “One by one I want you to approach Andrew here, introduce yourself, your name and your age, then bend over to show him your bums”.

A procession of little girls then approached my husband and gave him an eyeful of the most delightful girl bottoms he could ever have dreamed about. Meanwhile I whispered in his ear, things like “Would you like to kiss that bottom?” and “I bet you could give this one a good spanking”.

“Oh yes” he said, and it became clear that his favourites were Elaine, a blonde stunner aged ten, and Tracy, a pretty redhead aged nine.

Now I took my clothes off too, and lay on the couch. Spreading my legs wide I then got my husband to perform his best tongue work on my pussy, demonstrating to the girls in a very vocal way that this was simply heaven. After a while I got him to stop, then each of the girls took my place. He then licked each of their little pussies in turn, his tongue spending several minutes in each juvenile cunt. Stephanie was first to feel the rasp of tongue on innocent little-girl pussy. Stephanie was followed by Agnes, then Elaine lay down and got a really good licking, then Tracy got her bum licked as well as her pussy, and so it went on. After eleven wet pussies his jaws must have really ached, but he had brought five of the girls to their first sweet orgasm. This included Elaine and Tracy.

“Back on the table Andrew” I commanded, and I followed him there. "Stand back" I said, then unlocked the chastity device. His willy shot up proud and erect, much to the delight of the girls. "Now my husband is going to behave himself and let each of you play with his willy for a while - come on, don't be shy!"

My husband put his hands on his head and closed his eyes as a succession of little cold hands closed around his hot penis, tickled his balls, pinched his firm bottom. He was trying desperately not to cum, though he felt their warm nakedness all round him. After the girls had all had a turn, I showed them how to masturbate a man. Showing them my best technique I then invited the girls to have a go. "OK" I said, "You will each have 30 seconds. If you can make him cum then you will have five minutes to do anything you want with him, or make him do anything you want. If you don't make him cum then he will be allowed to put you over his knees and spank you!"

Elaine tried first, as I said she was ten years old and a blonde stunner. She took my husband firmly by the dick and started slowly wanking him, her movements getting faster and faster until her hand was a blur, a wicked grin on her young face. But all too soon the 30 seconds was up. “Shit” said Elaine, “do I get spanked now?” “I’m afraid so” I told her. “And what about the badge – do I get that too?” Elaine asked. “We’ll see”, I said. “Stand with your hands on your head and face the wall like a naughty girl while Tracy has her turn”.

Tracy was nine years old with long red hair, my husband’s dream age and type. She took his cock hesitantly in both hands and made a couple of strokes, then to everyone’s surprise, not least my husband’s, she lowered her head and took his straining organ into her mouth. Tracy’s cheeks dimpled with suction as she looked into his eyes for approval. It was not long coming. With gasps of tortured breath Andrew came, long and judderingly into Tracy’s sweet nine year old mouth, her tongue curling round and round and over and over his glans.

I offered Tracy a tissue, and she spat out his sticky juices. “Well done” I said, “You will be able to enjoy Andrew at the next meeting, that will give you plenty of time to think of something wicked”.

Turning to the waiting girl scouts I said “Sorry girls, when men cum like that it takes a while before they can do it again. You’ll have your turn at the next meeting. Now it’s time for Elaine to get her spanking”.

“Elaine, please bend over the stool. Protesting, she did so. Taking the leather strap Elaine was then bound to the stool so that her firm young bottom was raised invitingly. “OK, over to you” I told Andrew. My husband began by taking Elaine’s own knickers and stuffing them into her mouth.

He caressed her lovely bottom cheeks then started spanking her, slowly at first but then harder and harder, her bum wobbling sensationally at every bruising stroke. Elaine was crying now, sobbing through her gag, shaking her head, trying to reach back with her hands. But he kept spanking. Mercilessly the blows rained down on her defenceless bum until he could give no more. Then with barely a pause to catch his breath the caning started. On and on, each ‘swish’ being followed by the ‘crack’ of wood on burning skin. At last he was finished, and cast the cane aside.

My husband buried his face in Elaine’s bruised and blazing ten-year old bottom, kissing every square inch of virgin flesh.

I took her gag out and untied her.

With tears streaming down her face Elaine rubbed her sore bum with both hands. “You can get dressed now, Elaine, but first let me give you this” I said.

Elaine looked at what I held out for her.

It was the new badge.