A NEW BADGE

BY SIMPSON

[ part 2 ]

As the meeting ended and the rest of the brownie girl scouts put their uniforms back on, my husband Andrew’s limp cock was caged once again in its pink prison. We dressed and everyone tidied up the meeting hall. Tracy came over. “I’ll let you know in a few days what I’ve decided to do with Andrew, Miss”, said the pretty nine-year old redhead. “Ok” I replied, “just send me a text saying what you need & I’ll get it for you”.

The next meeting was a week away. Our nights were now filled with best sex that we (or rather I) had had for ages. My husband was very attentive to me now, and the little key around my neck seemed to be an object of fascination for him. He gave me oral pleasure whenever I wanted it, and left me alone when I didn’t. Now and then I would cuddle him, tapping the chastity device just to remind him that he wasn’t going to cum until I said so.

On Monday morning I got a text from Tracy. My eyes widened as I read it.

“Very inventive”, I thought to myself. “Andrew will have a very uncomfortable five minutes”.

That lunchtime I popped out from work and bought the things Tracy had asked for and which we didn’t have already.

Soon it was Thursday again. After work I had my usual shower. “Girl-scout night tonight” I called out to my husband. “Time to get ready”. As if my husband had any choice! Stepping out of the shower a few minutes later and drying myself I picked up his razor and some smelling salts then went to our bedroom. Andrew was already naked, lying on his back on the bed and waiting for me. I tapped the chastity device that was locked around his balls, a penis prison made of rigid pink plastic. I cuffed his hands to the headboard, tied his ankles to the bottom of the bed, and unlocked the device. My husband sighed loudly as his dick enjoyed its first freedom for nearly a week.

His willy gently nodding, I ignored its request to be played with, and instead shaved his body even more closely than before. Opening the smelling salts I wafted the pungent smell under my husband’s nose until his erection subsided, allowing me to once again put his dick into its tubular cell. Then I knelt astride his face and felt his warm tongue inside me once again. Lovely!

We arrived early at the meeting hall to meet my friend Jill who normally ran the brownie girl-scout pack. The girls themselves started arriving soon afterwards, keen to learn more man-handling skills. Jill left us.

“Shall we get undressed now?” asked Agnes, a plump ten year old. “Wait until we are warmed up” I told them. “Andrew here will get undressed first so we can all have a good look at him”. Without waiting to be asked my husband stripped naked then knelt on the table as before, legs apart and his hands on his head. A couple of the girls came up and ran their hands over his bottom. “Can I smack him, Miss?” asked Stephanie, an 8year old with her dark tied hair in bunches. “Yes please Stephanie, let’s see how well you can do it” I replied, handing her a stiff leather paddle. Stephanie started to attack Andrew’s bottom with gusto, but not very accurately. I corrected her and she was soon delivering some very effective swats to my husband’s bum, which quickly turned a bright red. The other girls watched intently to see if Stephanie could get him to cry out, or even better, beg for mercy, but she was little and he was strong, though his teeth were clenched.

“That’s enough Stephanie”, I said after a minute or so. “Would anyone else like to smack Andrew’s bottom for me? My husband had to endure several more painful spankings in that position before the girls were satisfied. His bum was on fire.

“Tracy will now have some time to punish Andrew in her own way as a prize for her performance at last week’s meeting” I said. “But first we need to tie him up then give him some special treatment”. With the help of several little girls I soon had Andrew bound hand and foot to the table, face up. Three of the girls folded their panties and stuffed them into his mouth. “Right” I said, “This is an advanced technique that gets all that nasty sticky semen out of a man’s body without giving him any sexual pleasure, and without giving him any sexual relief. He will be as randy as hell after the treatment, just as he is now, but the difference will be that his dick will ache, his anus will hurt terribly and he will be unable to ejaculate for several hours no matter how hard he tries.”

Working in a hospital, I knew a couple of ways of getting sperm from paraplegic men so they could continue to have a family. I now switched on the electro-ejaculation machine that I had borrowed.

An electrical probe was inserted into Andrew’s bum so that its three electrodes pressed against his prostate area, and the machine started its cycle. The voltage pulsed between 0 volts and 10 volts, one second on, one second off, increasing by three volts per minute to a maximum where it would alternate between 10 volts and 50 volts. Designed for people who had no feeling below the waist, it soon had a dramatic effect on Andrew. “See how Andrew struggles, his bottom must be hurting a lot”, I said. “What we want to see is a steady stream of semen coming from his dick”

It took a few minutes, and I don’t know what the final voltage was, but sure enough a stream of thick white fluid was soon flowing from Andrew’s cock. His prostate gland was being forced to spasm and would continue to do so until the machine was stopped. I waited until the flow had completely stopped before turning the machine off. “That is the easy way to milk a man”, I said, then showed them how to do it manually.

“Now for Tracy’s prize”, I announced.

Tracy showed everyone the spiked metal glove she was now wearing. My husband looked at it with horror. “Don’t worry Andrew”, I reassured him “It’s not as bad as it looks”. Tracy sat down on the padded leather stool, legs splayed to show her sweet, pert pussy, her long red hair in a ponytail. “Would you untie and un-gag him please?” she asked. My husband was released and soon stood erect before the nine year old. Wet panties were removed from his mouth. Now Tracy took a thin metal chain, wrapping it around Andrew’s balls, and clipped a wire to the loose end, clipping the other end of the wire to a 12 volt battery. A wire from the other terminal on the battery led to the glove. A little conductive gel completed the setup.

“Over my knees for your punishment!” barked the little girl. Andrew laid over Tracy’s lap, his bum in the air and his hands and feet on the floor. Tracy started touching his bottom with her gloved hand, lightly at first but then more and more firmly, then sliding the glove up and down and around. My husband’s bottom was already red from the spankings the little girls had given him, now it had scratch marks all over it. “Do you like that, Andrew?” Tracy asked him. No answer.

“I SAID, do you like that”, repeated Tracy, with a particularly firm press of the glove. “Yesss” came the reply. “Would you like to feel electricity surging right along your penis?” asked Tracy.

“I guess so” Andrew replied. “I want to hear you begging for it” insisted this amazing nine year old mistress. I made a mental note to get her something to wear, something in black leather.

“Please” said Andrew. “Please yourself!” replied Tracy, now actually spanking my husband.

“Ahh Ohh Aagh, please tie me up and give me electric shocks to my penis!” he managed to gasp.

The spanking stopped. It didn’t matter that Tracy had exceeded her five minutes, I was quite wet between the legs watching the display, and the rest of the girls were watching spellbound.

“Can we do it Miss?” asked Tracy. “Certainly” I replied. So my husband found himself once again tied to the table, the chain still wrapped around his balls. A brass ring was forced over the head of his dick, resting just below the glans, and a wire was attached to it. Now the magic started.

As soon as the switch was pressed Andrew’s buttocks left the table, his back arched and his teeth clenched. As soon as the current stopped these things were reversed. I had never seen a dick so rigid as his was for those few minutes! All the girls had a turn at the switch. They seemed to take great pleasure in the control they had. But all good things come to an end, and when all the girls had played enough, the electricity was turned off for good. My husband was made to bend over the stool and was tied to it.

“Now for the last control technique” I announced. “You will take the place of the man, and you will use this”. I held up a penis made of hard, polished wood with straps attached. Lubricating it, I strapped the dildo to me and forced the tip into my husband’s bottom. “He probably won’t like this, but it asserts your position of power” I told them. No, he didn’t enjoy it. Slowly and rhythmically I thrust myself back and forth, enjoying the feeling of resistance from his anal flesh. After the milking session earlier his bum must have hurt a lot. After a while I asked “Would anyone else like to try?” Only one girl stepped forward, an 11 year old brunette called Stephanie. It looked really strange seeing a little girl sporting a stiffie. Then it disappeared, sliding in and out of my husband’s ass. Andrew sobbed a little from the pain and the humiliation, but then it was over. Andrew was untied but just laid across the stool, exhausted.

“That just about finishes the course”, I announced. “But before handing out the Mistress badges I think Andrew should get a reward for being so good tonight. What do you think?” A cheer went up, so I asked him “What will it be? Can you still get it up? Without replying, Andrew rose to his feet, went over to the still naked Tracy, and pinched her ass. “I would like to fuck this little minx!” he said, loudly. “No!” screamed Tracy, but many hands held her fast.

“I’m not going to cum so I can fuck you as long as I want” Andrew gloated as Tracy was tied over the stool, face up. Her legs were apart and her head hung down towards the floor. “Mmmmm” Tracy said through her pantie gag, shaking her head. My husband started by licking Tracy’s sweet nine year old pussy, savouring the taste of her, exploring every fold of the rosy virgin flesh. He was deep within her, her clitoris swelling and yielding to his expert ministry. He pressed his face even more firmly against her hairless snatch as his hands worked the cheeks of her lovely bottom, pressing and kneading them. Tracy’s legs started to twitch then a rosy colour spread briefly over her chest. Her back arched and she came, a powerful orgasm racking the slender frame of this pretty redhead.

Then he raped her. Brutally. He just pushed his dick into her wet but tight preteen cunt and started to piston in and out. Tracy’s hands clenched and unclenched as he did so, tears leaking from her closed eyes. He was like a machine. Not able to cum he could go on as long as his strength or conscience would allow. Eventually he slowed to long deep strokes, his cock tight against the little girl’s cervix at every thrust. After a few minutes Andrew withdrew, removed the gag, then started to snog her. I pulled him off at that point; this was going too far I thought. Angrily I used the smelling salts on him again and re-fitted the chastity device.

“OK everyone, please get dressed” I said. The girls were soon all back in their uniforms, though some had very wet knickers and had to put them in their pockets. I presented the Mistress badge to each of the girls, reminding them that they should not ask anyone to sew them onto their uniforms.

“Just remember what you have learned, it may give you a lot more pleasure when you are older” I told them.

Then everyone departed. My husband made love to me good and proper that night and for many nights afterwards, and never again sat at his computer, late into the night…