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MEATY I drove the car through the large iron gates, up to the house, sounding the horn once to let Ben and Shaun know I’d arrived. The large house we’d used for years was isolated;at least five miles from the nearest village. The girl on the back seat was waking up. As usual I’d been completely right in calculating the amount of drugs needed to sedate the girl and start erasing her memory. I opened the back door and hauled her out. She couldn’t have been more than ten. Her skirt had ridden up exposing the top of her smooth thighs, not quite fat, but plump, meaty and firm-just as we liked them. I lifted her in my arms and kicked the door shut. No need to lock it. The infrared security sensors would alert us if anyone came close to the house. I carried her into the house and it was just at this moment that she must have suddenly snapped out of her trance. She started to struggle and shout. I held her tightly but she managed to turn her head and somehow bite one of my fingers. "Bitch!" I cried out, slapping the side of her head hard. I held her hair tightly, preventing her from tossing her head about and brought her into the living room. Ben was in the chair near the fire a glass of whisky in his hand, chatting to Shaun opposite. Ben was a rugby player, thick set, hairy and muscular, while Shaun was more my build, tall and slim. "Bitch bit me!" I said as I let the girl down. I held onto her arm as she struggled and cried. "That’s enough!" I shouted straight into her ear. She looked up in fear, her eyes wet from crying. I dragged her out of the room to the small cloakroom opposite. "Now, go to the loo, wash your hands and face and be quick about it!" I ordered. She must have wanted to go badly. I heard the water run. The door wasn’t locked. She came out still sniffing and I took her hand and led her back in the lounge. "What are you doing?" she pleaded. I sat down and pulled her over my lap. "I’m going to show you what happens to little girls who bite!" I replied, lifting her pleated school skirt up her back. I pulled her thin blue knickers up a bit into the crack, nicely outlining her large plump bum. Shaun and Ben looked on smiling, their anticipation evident from the bulges in their trousers. I lifted my hand and brought it down hard on her bottom. Slap! I spanked her fast and hard, her plump bottom wobbling and gyrating under her knickers. The girl screamed and pleaded for me to stop. I held her down firmly and continued spanking for at least two or three minutes. "Will you be a good girl?" "Yes Sir! Yes Sir!" she cried, her tears falling to the floor. "Please Sir, I’ll do whatever you say, please stop!" I stood her up and looked straight at her. I hadn’t finished. "Go to the table over there and bring me the hairbrush!" "Now!" I ordered. She hesitated slightly but brought the brush, one hand clasping her sore bottom, wiping her tears with her arm. I took the hairbrush and ordered her back across my lap. She looked at me in disbelief and started to cry louder. I pulled her down and placed the hairbrush on her bottom. "This is just a taste of what’s in store for you if you’re ever disobedient!" I said. I brought the brush down hard three times right in the centre of her left buttock. The sting made the girl squirm and yell as loud as she could. I rested a few moments and rested the brush a bit lower down on her bare thigh. She tensed slightly as the awful realisation hit her. "N.no please!" she wailed. "Not there, oh please.." I slapped the brush down hard onto her thighs about six times, the sound of each slap reverberating round the room like a pistol shot. Her bottom and thighs wriggled about as she sought to escape the painful slaps. I pulled her up and took hold of her hands which she had clasping her reddened thighs. "No rubbing better without permission!" I ordered. "Now put the brush back on the table!". She walked to the table, her legs wobbling as she sought to ease the pain. I led her to the corner of the room and made her touch her toes. I lifted her skirt up and draped it well over her back. "You can stay like that for a few minutes while I have a drink!" We all admired her pert buttocks outlined by her tight knickers. She looked rather ridiculous in this position, her tears still falling onto the carpet, her red thighs on display as she remained bent over. We chatted for a few minutes. Shaun pointed to the girl. " C’mon then. Let’s get her to work!" I ordered her to stand up and come to me. She stood hesitantly before me, her eyes red and nose wet. I explained that she must now learn how to please me. She looked at me uncomprehendingly. I stood up. "Unbuckle my trousers and take them down!" She undid my belt and slid my trousers to the floor. Her eyes rested on the bulge in my underpants. "Now, slide my pants down, slowly!" She took hold of the waistband and slid them down to my ankles, her gaze fixed firmly on my erect penis, pointing straight at her, as if mocking her predicament. She stared open mouthed. She had obviously never seen an adult male member in a state of arousal. I sat down on the edge of the chair. "Bend over and hold it with your right hand!" I ordered. "Touch it with your tongue and taste it!" She obeyed, her sore bottom and thighs obviously reminding her what would happen if she didn’t. She was not not in the most comfortable of positions. I knew that the usual way would be to have her kneeling between my legs, but I didn’t want to make it too easy for her. Her posture also resulted in a nice view of her bum, albeit still in knickers, for Ben and Shaun. Her tongue lightly touched my cock. I ordered her to shut her eyes and open her mouth wide, which she did. Carefully, I guided her head down so her mouth took in the head of my stiff penis. She gagged a little, but I allowed her time to get used to it, getting her to explore it with her tongue and showing her how to poke at the sensitive spots. I put her hand round the shaft and demonstrated how she should rub it. I guided her other hand to my balls and showed her how to gently play with them, the tips of her fingers teasing the area between my balls and anus. The excitement grew. I explained that she must swallow the cream when it came. She must take everything in her mouth and not waste a single drop. I couldn’t hold back any longer. Pushing her a little lower on my cock, I erupted, hot semen filling her little mouth. Abruptly, the young girl tossed her head back, grimacing, receiving the rest of my load over her face. Some dribbled down onto my knees and the carpet. "Ugh! It tastes yucky!" she whined, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She suddenly stopped and looked up with fear. I tried to control my anger and spoke through clenched teeth. "Lick up every last bit you stupid bitch!" I ordered. "How dare you disobey me! I told you to swallow every drop!" She looked around her as if realising for the first time what had happened. I made her lick up every drop she could find. Pulling her to me I made her lick the end of my cock clean. Her disgust showed all over her face, but I didn't allow her to stop until everything was cleaned up. "Now go and get the hairbrush!" She looked at me, her expression changing from disgust to terror. "GET IT!" I shouted. She ran to the table and brought it to me, already crying and begging me not to punish her. "It's too late for that!" I snarled. "You were told what to do and you made a mess of it! Now hands on your head!" She obeyed, her tears running down her cheeks. I slid my hands under her short skirt and cupped her bottom cheeks in my hands. They felt so very big and soft. Looking her straight in the eyes, I held the elastic waist band of her knickers and slowly started to peel them down. "P..please don't sir" she cried pathetically. "Shut up you silly girl! You deserve to get the hairbrush on your bare bottom!" I pulled them to her ankles, took them off and draped them over the back of my chair. "Right, over you go!" I said, pulling her over my lap for the third time. I pulled her skirt right up and positioned her so her bum was sticking out. Her large rosy pert buttocks appeared as two soft peaches with a soft mysterious cleft running between them. I explored them with my hand, fingers softly probing the soft moist area between her thighs. Too young to possess any pubic hair, her pink, smooth little pussy glistened tantalisingly at me. Feely time over, I placed the back of the heavy wooden hairbrush on her bottom. I lifted it high and whacked her hard right in the centre. Her body jerked and she let out a loud scream. I held her tighter and proceeded to administer another eleven hard slaps, waiting a good few seconds between each one. Lifting her off my knees I made her replace the brush and come back to stand in front of me. I almost laughed out loud at the sight of her wriggling. She had remembered the rule about not rubbing better and the feel of her skirt against her sore bottom was obviously hurting. I caught Shaun's eye. He was next. I sent the girl over to him and she stood meekly between his legs, hands on head, a few tears still running down her face. Shaun smiled and wiped the tears from her cheek. "Sore is it?" he asked "Yes sir", she replied, her sobs easing. He stood up and allowed her to lower his trousers and pants to the floor. His prick was fully erect, slightly thinner than mine but a good inch longer. He paused. "Let's get this skirt off shall we", he said softly. She appeared for a split second to complain, but then thought better of it and attempted no resistance as Shaun undid the buttons on the side and deftly removed it. She was now naked from the waist down, her beautiful bottom still red. Shaun patted her thigh. The girl needed no prompting. She bent down as before and took him into her mouth, one hand exploring his aching balls, the other softly sliding up and down his shaft. She didn’t have to work very hard. Shaun’s head fell backward, moaning with pleasure as he came. The girl wobbled as she sought to keep her balance. She had learned well and kept the head of Shaun’s penis in her mouth as he spent his load. A little trickle of sperm escaped from the side of her mouth but she licked it back in almost immediately. This time she managed to control herself and made no noise as she swallowed what she had and sucked the last drop from Shaun’s fast softening prick. I felt like clapping. "Good girl!" I said. I turned to Ben. "It’s amazing what a sore bottom can do for a young little cock-sucker like her!" Ben called her over. He was always last-and for a very good reason. A huge muscular man, he had the most enormous dick I have ever seen. I was interested to see how she’d cope. Wasting no time, he unbuckled his belt by himself and dropped his pants. The girl came and stood in front of him, still licking the sticky semen from from her lips. The look on her face when she saw Ben’s penis was hilarious. "C’mon you bitch, get on with it!" he ordered. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her right down. She opened her mouth and he forced the head of his cock between her lips. I felt a little sorry for her as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and took the head in. Her eyes widened in fright. Her small hand was hardly big enough to completely encircle his cock. Ben was too randy to waste any time in niceties. Keeping hold of her head, he thrust himself up and down. The girl fell forward a little, finding it difficult to keep her balance. "Keep that bum sticking up!" I warned her. She made small grunting sounds clearly having problems accommodating Ben’s swollen member. Her cheeks bulged and she gagged as he pushed her down some more. With a loud cry he came, pushing his exploding cock as far into her mouth as he could. The girl panicked and tried to get up, but Ben held her firmly. She struggled in terror as her throat filled with Ben’s hot semen. Ben continued to come, pushing his cock further down to her throat. She managed to twist her head round and pulled away from his grasp, tumbling backwards, rivers of cum drooling from her mouth. She lay on her side for a few seconds before looking up at Ben with a terrified expression. Still gagging slightly, she frantically licked up as much of the spent semen as possible, tears running freely as she sought by making amends to somehow avoid another beating. Ben lay back in the chair silent. Panicking, she stuffed the end of his softening cock in her mouth, her eyes silently pleading as she sucked him clean. He pushed her off, pulled up his pants and trousers and watched with amusement as the young girl attempted to lick all traces of his cum from around her mouth, the chair and carpet. "Stand up bitch!" he suddenly ordered. She got to her feet, hands instinctively going to her bottom. "S..sorry sir", she moaned plaintively. "Please don't hurt me...I'm so sore..and I..". She dissolved into a loud fit of sobbing. Ben allowed her to cry for a moment before pulling her to him. "Stop making that row you little idiot!" he shouted. The sobbing eased up and she looked up, her eyes pleading for mercy. "I'm giving you a choice you little slut!" he said. "You go to my friend here for another ten with the brush, or I put you over my knee and spank you for one minute!" He smiled. "You've got five seconds to choose-or you get both!" He started to count "Five, four, three, two..." "The spanking, the spanking please sir!!" she cried out. Ben looked happy. "Good. So get over my lap and stick that naughty bottom up as much as you can!" Shaking, she lay across his lap, head down. Adjusting his legs he positioned her just as he wanted. I felt a bit sorry for her. I wouldn't have used the brush as hard as before but Ben had large tough hands which I knew from experience could hurt more than the brush. He wrapped one arm round her waist and held her tightly. With the other, he explored her bum and thighs, delving deep between her legs. She jerked slightly as his rough fingers found her pussy lips. "Must take a closer look later." he muttered to himself. Turning his attention to her bottom he parted the cheeks and found her little puckered anus. Wetting his finger he slowly started to push it inside. The girl tensed and tried to resist, but all he did was push harder. "S..sir" she wailed. "W..what are you doing ? " She squirmed but his strong arm held her firmly. "I think you're going to be a very busy little girl tomorrow! " he said removing his finger. She didn't have chance to think about what he meant by this. Roughly, he adjusted her position a little and parted her thighs a little wider. He checked his watch. "One minute!" he said. The first few spanks were delivered on her bottom and were so hard that they took her breath away. He increased the speed aiming lower and lower until he was spanking her thighs. Forcing her to open her legs even more, he delivered a succession of hard slaps to the inside of her thighs, which made her screaming take on a new higher note. Her bottom took on a deep red colour as he spanked her as fast and as hard as he could. He checked his watch and stopped, panting slightly from the exertion. She wriggled, desperately trying to ease the pain in her sore buttocks and thighs, but he held her until she started to calm down. I marched the sobbing girl to the corner and made her touch her toes as before, while we had a few more drinks. Her tears fell freely onto the carpet as she displayed her well chastised posterior. It was getting late. As agreed beforehand I left the room telling her to follow me. She obeyed, now only wearing white ankle socks and a white school blouse, meekly following me upstairs to my room. Inside I pointed to the ensuite bathroom and told her to go to the toilet. I undressed and ran the shower. "Take your blouse off and get in the shower with me!" She obeyed without a murmur, stepping under the stream of warm water next to me. The sight of her young naked silky smooth body made me hard almost immediately. I washed myself then crouched down and soaped her all over. My hand slid between her legs and gently stroked her little pussy. Her eyes widened and gazed at me for a second, a mixture of apprehension and bewilderment. Turning her towards me I guided her soapy hands to my erection and allowed her to rub slowly along its length. Her hands were so very soft. I stopped her quickly not wanting to waste it. In the bedroom I dried her with a large towel and produced a short thin nightie for her. It was made of a soft white see-through material and only just covered her bottom. I yawned and lay down, signalling for her to join me. She lay next to me not daring to say a word. Stroking her light brown hair I kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I think you know what you have to do before you go to sleep, don’t you?" I said softly, taking her little hand and moving it down to my cock. "Do it nice and slowly and make sure you swallow everything!" I pointed to the bedside table upon which lay a hairbrush identical to the one downstairs. "I’m sure we can make your bottom a bit redder if we want to!" I turned her and pulled her on top of me so her face was buried in my crotch, my head between her legs, my nose inches from her succulent little pussy lips. I gently caressed her sore bottom, my tongue occasionally feeling her soft little pussy buried between. She took my cock in her mouth and played her tongue over the tip, her hands gently rubbing along its length and tickling my balls. It only lasted a few minutes. I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to the waves of climax that wracked my body. My cock seemed to ejaculate for what seemed ages! I heard the girl gasp as she sucked and slurped loudly, taking care to swallow everything as per instructions. Finally I allowed her to stop, but insisted that she sleep as she was, with her little mouth only a few inches from my cock. My hand found a sticky patch on the sheet. "It seems that you spilt some just here", I said sleepily. "Remind me to spank you in the morning! Okay?" "Yes sir, sorry sir", she replied sweetly. I let my hand fall gently on her thigh and drifted off to sleep. About seven I woke and walked sleepily to the bathroom for a pee. The girl was sleeping on her side, her legs slightly open. She had changed position in the night and her head was on the pillow next to mine. The sight of her pert rounded bottom had its usual effect and I lay back down and slipped my hand between her thighs. She didn’t move so I explored further, gaining access to her little pussy. My finger slowly eased its way in a little, feeling her tiny clitoris at the top. She stirred and opened her eyes. Judging from the mixed expressions on her face, it must have taken a few seconds to remember where she was. I kissed her lightly on her lips. "Morning little one", I said softly. "Did you sleep well?" "Y..yes sir", she replied hesitantly. My voice hardened a little."Do you remember me telling you how you must sleep?" She looked scared and pulled herself round so her head was back down near my crotch. "You know what you have to do" I said, laying back and opening my legs. "Get on with it then!" She moved into the same position as before and for a few minutes I was blissfully unaware of anything except for her soft mouth and hands bringing me to a shuddering orgasm.
"Well you'll just have to wait until I give you permission!" I said coldly. "Won't do you any harm to learn a bit of bladder control." I continued my ablutions, aware of her discomfort. After a few minutes, I emerged from the bathroom and finished dressing. She was still fidgeting as she sought to control her need to pee. I sat on the edge of the bed and told her to come over. "I think we have a bit of unfinished business, don't we?" I asked, staring at her wide frightened eyes. "There's something you have to remind me about isn't there?" She looked at the ground. "Yes, sir " she replied in a quiet voice. "You have to spank me." I made her bring me the hairbrush, which she did, holding it as though it burnt her hands. I put her over my knee and lifted her nightie. The sharp slaps of the brush sounded so loud in the room. She wriggled frantically, her full bladder now competing with a rapidly reddening bottom for her attention. After ten smacks I allowed her to get up. the tears already on her cheeks. She was really wriggling now, legs pressed together, desperate to go to the loo. "Stand still you silly girl!" I shouted. "Stop jumping around and put your hands on your head!" With a tremendous effort she stopped her gyrations and stood there, a picture of misery. "Now listen! I have to go out for a few hours. I still haven't punished you for not keeping your head where I told you to in bed, and for not standing still. When I leave, you will go to the other masters and ask them nicely to give you ten smacks each with the brush. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes sir " she whispered miserably. "You may now go to the toilet." I said quietly. The tiny girl rushed to the loo and I heard her peeing for a good minute. Holding my jacket over my shoulder I took her hand and led her out to the landing. I showed her the door opposite. "This is Master Shaun's room. I think you'll find he's waiting for you." I opened the door and pushed her inside. "Don't forget you have to go to Master Ben's room afterwards!" I said grinning. A few hours later I arrived back at the house. I heard voices coming from the basement where we have the gymnasium and dungeons. The gym was a large room fitted out with fitness machines, weights, rowing machines, bicycles and electronic jogging treadmills. I smiled as I surveyed the scene. They had the girl on the treadmill, one wrist secured to the side via a long thin chain. They had dressed her in a tight black leotard made of thin stretchy material that had tucked itself deep between her buttocks, outlining her large bottom perfectly. Shaun was standing in front, hand on the controls. Ben was to one side, tapping a short horse crop against her backside. He nodded to Shaun who increased the speed. Ben lifted the crop and brought it down hard on her uncovered thighs. No doubt saving her bum for later, I thought, chuckling. She screamed and ran faster. I stood for a moment enjoying the sweaty girl run, her eyes flitting nervously between Shaun at the controls and the crop in Ben’s hand. I went over and Shaun lowered the speed to a bearable jog while I chatted. Shaun filled me in. "We had a very nice morning", he said, grinning. "Quick blowjob, gave her a sore bum, then we made her serve breakfast. She eat a few crumbs from the floor, then washed up. We decided to give her a hygiene lesson, so spent about one hour with her in the shower showing her where and how to wash. Then toilet hygiene." Ben laughed. "We introduced her to the bidet and showed her how to wash her anus and give herself an enema after a crap!" They both chuckled. "Got the cleanest arse in the world now!" he said, pointing at her plump bottom, wobbling as she ran. "Well, why don’t you both go and check our ‘toys’", I said, "and I’ll have a bit of fun here." Ben nodded and looked at the bulge in my trousers. "Yeah, seems like you need it!" He looked at the controls on the jogging machine. "She’s done about ten miles. I reckon she could easily do another ten afterwards!" They both laughed and left me alone with the girl. I leaned over and slowed down the machine, undoing her chain.. She stopped running and leaned against the rail panting. I stroked her hair and kissed her cheek lightly. "Come on" I said as I led her off the machine. She looked exhausted, sweat running down her face. Intrigued by the tight fit of her leotard, I ran my hand over her front, lightly squeezing her pussy, nicely outlined by the stretchy material. Bending her over I explored her large bum, pushing the leotard even deeper between her cheeks. I sat on one of the benches and took my trousers and pants down. "Get on with it girl!" I said a bit more forcefully. "You know what I want!" She stood to attention in front of me and bent down as we’d shown her. She was still slightly out of breath as she took my cock in her mouth. I took her left hand and shoved it right under my balls. Leaning back I watched her she sucked and massaged the head of my penis with her tongue. I tapped her right hand which was sliding up and down the shaft, indicating that she should speed up. I came a few seconds later, filling her mouth. She swallowed once and suddenly began to cough. I pushed her away not wanting any stains on my clothes. She straightened up and continued coughing, a stream of cum running down her chin and dropping onto her leotard. I pulled up my trousers and went over to the washbasin. "Here, drink this!" I said giving her a glass of water. She drank it quickly, her breathing returning to normal. "Okay now?" I asked, smiling. She looked up, her soft brown eyes showing her gratitude. "Yes sir, thank you sir", she replied sweetly. I pointed to the large stain on the front of the leotard. "You’ve been careless again, haven’t you! I think we have to do something about that." She wasn’t sure exactly what I meant at first, but was left in no doubt as I took her hand and led her over to the far wall. There was a line of hooks from which were hanging an impressive array of implements, from old worn plimsolls, paddles, crops to wicked looking canes, and yes, a large wooden hairbrush. I ran my hand over them, watching the girls eyes widen. "You know something girl?" I said, "I do believe you need the cane!" My hand stopped at a thin junior rattan cane. I took it off the hook and bent it almost double. I swished the cane through the air a few times, enjoying the look on her face. No, I decided. It's very difficult to give a good caning without bruising the skin, and I didn't want to do that for the moment. I replaced the cane on its hook and took down the old black plimsoll. The rubber sole had been worn completely smooth through years of use. I slapped it gently into the palm of my hand a few times. "Right girl, we'll have you over there!" I said, pointing to a low vaulting horse. I ordered her over the horse until her feet were off the ground and adjusted her position so her bum was at the perfect angle. It looked almost as if it would burst through her tight leotard. "You will receive twenty four slaps of the slipper." I said quietly, the girl already sobbing. "If you're crying after the twelfth, I will continue on your bare bottom! Now be quiet and don't wriggle your bum!" The plimsoll slapped down hard on her bottom with a satisfying thwack. She gasped and shifted slightly to keep her balance. I allowed about ten seconds between each slap, we weren't in a hurry. By the twelfth she was clearly very sore but didn't cry. I was proud of her. She was finally learning. I gave her another six, a lot harder this time. She dug her nails into the soft leather cover of the horse and clenched her teeth. "You're doing very well!" I announced. "The last six will be on your bare thighs and I expect complete silence from you. If you start crying, you'll receive another six after that!" The last six smacks were delivered in fast succession, three on each thigh. She threw back her head and screamed. I thought for a few seconds she was going to break down, but somehow she stopped herself. I put the plimsoll back and slid her off the horse. Her eyes brimmed with tears but she remained silent. I crouched down and hugged her, my hand gently rubbing her backside. "Good girl", I said, smiling. "You took your punishment very well!" She wiped her eyes and looked at me, her expression showing a flicker of pride. After a few minutes rest, I made her get on the jogging machine again and set it for five miles at a brisk trot. I didn't bother with the chain. "You're going to do another five miles, then come upstairs to the living room! Do you understand?" "Yes sir" she replied, starting to run as the belt built up speed. I went to see what Shaun and Ben had found. I poured myself a drink and sat chatting to the others. After about 20 minutes there was a timid knock at the door. I called in the girl and she entered slowly, her face red from exertion, leotard shiny from her sweat. "Go across to the toilet, wash your hands and face and come back straight away!" I commanded, not even looking at her. She returned after a few minutes and stood in front of me, occasionally darting nervous glances at Ben. "Listen carefully!" I said quietly. "Up to now you've learned how to please men using your mouth and hands." She looked down, embarrassed. "However, there are other things that little girls can use. Today we're going to start getting your bottom ready!" She looked up, frightened. I guessed what she was thinking. "No, it doesn't mean we're going to spank you again. It's not the outside of your bottom this time, it's the inside we're going to look at!" She looked at me blankly. "Take that smelly leotard off! Come on!" I ordered. Hesitantly at first, she pulled it off and held it in front of her, covering her privates. I pulled her to me and slapped her bottom hard. "If you ever do that again girl, I promise you you’ll go straight to the study for a good caning!" I shouted. "When I tell you to take something off, you fold it neatly and put it down somewhere, then stand with your hands by your side or on your head, wherever I tell you. Understand?" "Yes sir." she replied, pouting, her eyes downcast. I pointed to the black case that Shaun was holding. "Bring me that case!" She obeyed and I opened it, displaying a wide variety of dildos and butt-plugs, aranged in order of size. She stood in front of us, hands now by her sides, completely naked. Her buttocks were rosy pink from the slippering. I took a small dildo from the case and showed it to her."This is called a dildo and it goes in your bottom." I didn't see why I should explain. I picked up a small black butt-plug. "This is called a butt-plug and you have to keep it in your bottom when we tell you." She gazed at the objects, not understanding. "It feels a bit strange at first, but it will only hurt if you fight it. If you relax, it won't be painful!" I made her go down on all fours, her bottom towards us, then showed her how to lower her head and upper body to the floor, resting her forearms on the floor with the elbows sticking out and hands on her knees. She stuck her bottom up high, her legs about twelve inches apart. We surveyed the sight before us, one large juicy bum with a soft moist pussy peeping cheekily from between her legs. I pulled her a little closer to me, making sure that she held her position. Carefully, I spread some KY over my index finger and, easing her bottom cheeks apart with my left hand, I started to push my finger into her small anus. She flinched and clenched her bottom. "P..please sir..please don't." she whined. "Remember what I told you!" I said sharply. "If you start moaning and making a fuss, you'll get the cane, and I assure you that it hurts a lot more than the hairbrush!" I pushed my finger in as far it went and wriggled it around. "Hmm..I think she can take the second dildo for starters." I said, reaching for the box. I withdrew my finger and lubricated the dildo with some cream. "Now just relax your bottom!" I ordered the frightened girl. "It feels a bit strange, but it only hurts if you try and stop it going in!" I teased her with the tip and slowly eased it in right to the end. She obviously didn't like it one bit and started to cry. "Don't be such a baby!" I said. "That's nothing compared to what you've got coming next!" I turned to Ben "I reckon she can take bigger than this!" I pulled the dildo out of her arse and reached for a slightly thicker dildo in the shape of a penis. I had to push a bit harder to make this one go in and was halfway in when she suddenly clenched her buttocks hard. "Ow..sir, it feels horrible!" she cried. "I said to relax!" I said softly. "Don't push it out.. Let it slide all the way in!" She seemed to try for a second and I pushed it in a bit further. All at once she cried out and moved forward, clenching her cheeks and pushing the dildo back out. I sighed. "Well young lady, you've just earned yourself six of the best", I said sadly. "We'll try one last time and if you push it out again, I'll double it to twelve!" The girl sobbed silently as I inserted the dildo once more and pushed it in up to the hilt, a good six inches. I kept my hand still for a few seconds to allow her to get used to the feel of it inside her, then started to ease it in and out, slowly at first, and then faster. She fought to keep her balance as I pushed it in harder. After a few minutes of this, I removed the dildo and told her to get up. "Good girl. You see it wasn’t so bad was it?" I smiled. She stood silently, wriggling a little. "Take these dildos to the bathroom and clean them!" I ordered. "Dry them properly and hurry back. You’ve got five minutes!" She scooped up the soiled dildos and ran upstairs, anxiously eager to please. She returned after a few minutes and I showed her where to place them in the box. "We’ll try the butt-plugs a bit later." I announced. "I think we have a little disciplinary matter to sort out first!" I pointed to the table upon which I’d placed a thin cane. "Bring the cane here girl!" She looked at the cane in dismay, obviously thinking I may not have been serious before. Slowly she picked it up and brought it to me, tears already filling her eyes. I held it between my hands and bent it a few times. It was an old junior cane used in prep schools. I’d softened the end to avoid too much bruising. "Normally you would bend over a desk or chair," I said to the nervous girl. "However I don’t intend this to be too severe, merely a taste of what a caning is like. You will bend over and touch your toes!" She obeyed reluctantly, tears running down her face. "Please sir, I’m sorry. Please don’t cane me." "Shut up or you’ll get extra strokes!" I said coldly, flicking her plump bottom with the cane as I positioned her exactly how I wanted. Her large backside seem to fill the room as I made her open her legs a little more and stick her bum out as much as possible. I glanced at Ben and Shaun. The sight of the naked girl in a classic position for caning was certainly a most entertaining spectacle. I noticed the bulges in their trousers. "I think I know what’s next on the agenda!" I said smiling. "For goodness sake get on with it!" said Ben laughing. "If she doesn’t blow me soon I’ll go mad!" I turned my attention back to the trembling girl, making her stick her bum out a little more. "You will now receive six strokes of the cane." I announced formally. "Extra strokes will be given for moving your hands, not keeping in position, or making a fuss. We will now begin." I positioned myself to her left and rested the cane across the exact middle of her buttocks. Taking aim I swished the cane through the air and hit the target spot on. The girl jumped and screamed. "Owww..sir...owwww", her sobbing intensifying. I aimed the second stroke just below the first and put a little more force into it. There was a satisfying 'crack' and she screamed again as the pain hit her. Unable to stop herself, she jumped up and grabbed her bottom with both hands. "Owww sir! Please no more! It hurts so much!" she cried out, tears running down her face. I looked at her furiously. "It's meant to hurt you silly little girl!" I said icily. "For standing up and for making a fuss, you will receive two extra strokes. Now BEND OVER!" She obeyed slowly, letting go of her bum and touching her toes as she'd been shown. The next few strokes were of the same intensity and left thin reddening weals across both buttocks. She somehow found the willpower to remain bent over, albeit with a lot of sobbing. The last two strokes were given in quick succession, both aimed at the top of her thighs-a most sensitive place. She screamed and wriggled furiously, her hands white with effort as she grabbed her ankles hard in an attempt to stop herself from getting up. I waited for her to stop wriggling and allowed her to stand. "Put the cane back on the table!" I ordered, placing it in her sweaty trembling hand. Her bum had eight red stripes crisscrossing it. She must have desperately wanted to rub it better but she managed to stop herself. She stood in front of me, looking at the ground, a picture of misery. I pulled her close to me and dried her tears. "That really wasn’t a hard caning you know." I said, lifting her chin up gently. "I didn’t want to bruise you. Next time it will be a lot harder. " I turned her round. "Bend over and put your hands on your knees!" She looked round in fear. "No, I’m not going to cane you again." I said smiling. I picked up a small black butt-plug and smeared the end with some cream. "This isn’t as long as the dildos." I explained, putting the tip against her small anus. "It will feel uncomfortable for a few minutes, but you’ll get used to it." I pushed it in hard and felt her resist slightly. "Don’t push it out!" I told her. "It has got to stay in all the time!" I rammed it home and ordered her to stand up. "You keep it in until we give you permission to remove it. If you feel it’s coming out, you push it back in immediately and tell me!" I laughed. "Then we’ll move up to the next size." I made sure it was in correctly, then pulled her round so she was facing me. "I think Master Ben requires your attention!" I said, smiling at Ben, who quickly pulled his trousers and pants down to the floor. The girl had learned well and wasted no time, her throbbing buttocks no doubt reminding her of the consequences of failure. She bent down in front of him and gobbled greedily, her mouth ungulfing the huge tip of his penis firmly as her hands rubbed and caressed him to orgasm. She gagged slightly when he came, but managed to swallow everything without spilling a drop. Carefully, she licked around his softening member for a while, ensuring that every last trace of cum had been removed. She glanced up at Ben nervously. Ben smiled. "Not bad. Not bad at all." He closed his eyes sleepily. She moved over to Shaun, briefly looking again at Ben, relieved at having escaped unscathed. Shaun wasted no time and lay back in ecstasy as she took his shaft in her mouth. As she started I knelt behind her and prodded the butt-plug. It seemed firmly in position. My hand moved down between her legs lightly brushing her pussy lips. She jerked slightly but carried on giving Shaun her full attention. I stroked her pussy for a few seconds before gently pushing my finger deeper, gaining access to her tiny clitoris. Her breathing grew heavier as she felt strange waves of tingling excitement course through her body. I caressed her clit a little harder, moving my finger in time with her own rythmic motions as she sucked Shaun’s cock. I heard a small moan of pleasure from her throat as she clenched her buttocks, seconds away from orgasm. They came together, Shaun’s hot cum filling her mouth as she pressed her thighs together, shuddering as the intense orgasm wracked her young body. Her mouth opened as she cried out, dripping semen over Shaun’s legs. For a few seconds she remained motionless as her brain struggled to cope with the fact that she’d orgasmed and the steady trickle of sperm down Shaun’s leg. Realising the consequences of this, she frantically licked up all she could while glancing around at us to see what our reaction would be. I looked at her licking the last traces of cum from the carpet and ordered her up. She stood, shivering slightly as we surveyed her naked body. "You disgusting little slut!" I said icily. "Not only do you dare to allow yourself to orgasm without permission, you cannot even service your master without making a mess!" I didn’t dwell on the fact that she’d orgasmed. She would learn in due course about such things. She bowed her head and started to cry again. Ben, having watched the proceedings stood up and placed a hand on her shoulder. " I think you should come down to the gym with me!" he said sternly. I felt a twinge of pity for the girl. She had to be punished, but I knew Ben well and guessed what he had in mind. We’d often discussed the punishments appropriate for young girls’ sexual misdemeanours and I knew full well what he meant to do. The girl looked at me pleadingly as Ben marched her out of the room. I asked Ben what he was going to do. "Half an hour's hard running" He replied with a wicked grin. He paused. "Then a pussy whipping." I nodded in agreement and they left the room, the girl already crying. I chatted to Shaun for the next thirty minutes, then we made our way down to the gym. The young girl was on the jogging machine running for all she was worth. Sweat ran down her young naked body as Ben encouraged her with occasional sharp taps with the crop. Seeing us, he stopped the machine and ordered her to step down. She staggered off and fell to her knees exhausted. Ben meanwhile positioned a high padded bench at right angles to the wall just underneath some small hoops. "Up girl!" he shouted. The poor wretch pulled herself up and looked at us fearfully. Lie on the bench you slut!" he commanded, raising the whip. She ran to the bench and lay down, possibly thinking that we were allowing her to rest. Ben produced a wide leather belt which he used to secure her firmly to the bench. Her eyes widened in fear. "Please sir, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice quivering. Ben, ignoring her pleas, took two lengths of rope which he used to tie her hands to a low hoop in the wall. Asking Shaun and myself to give him a hand he then put a leather strap round each ankle, each with a metal ring attached. Any fear she had must have had increased dramatically as we attached long chains to the rings and ran them through two high loops in the wall. Enjoying the expression on her face, we gently pulled the chains down, lifting her legs up and apart, back over her head. We continued until it was impossible to go any further, and placed small bars through the hoops to hold the chains in position. From the front she was a sight to behold. Her pussy and most of her arse were now completely exposed, the black butt-plug adding a comical touch. She looked at us in terror, not knowing what we would do. "Well young lady", I announced. "You're about to find out what happens to little girls who have orgasms without permission!" I nodded to Ben who held up a long soft leather strap for her to see. "You're going to have what we call a pussy whipping. You'll receive six on your pussy, then another six with your pussy lips open." I moved out of the way as Ben took up position, smiling at the look of horror on the girl’s face. Ben wrapped the end of the strap around his hand and allowed the other end to brush her sweaty little pussy. Measuring the distance, he raised his hand and brought the belt down with a swift crack. There was a tiny pause before her scream of pain echoed around the gym. The right side of her pubic mound was already turning red. He aimed the second stroke carefully and was pleased when the belt cracked her hard right in the middle. The girl writhed in agony, her pussy on fire. After the sixth stroke Ben paused for a few minutes while Shaun and I attached a few clamps to her sore pussy lips. The clamps were connected to thin chains which we held each side, pulling them gently to open her pussy as wide as possible. We ignored the crying from the girl and looked at Ben. He grinned again and ran his rough hand over her labia, making her squirm. "Let's see if I can get her clit!" he said, raising his arm. The girl screamed as she was taken to levels of pain she never knew existed. The belt caught her clitoris a few times making her wriggle uncontrollably. After the last stroke had fallen, I spent a few minutes calming her and gently bathed her pussy with some ice-cold water I'd brought down. I mopped her brow and kissed her gently on her cheek, wiping tears away as she sobbed. Placing a cold wet towel over her sore, swollen pussy I followed the others back upstairs for a drink. We left her in position for about an hour before removing the restraints and lowering her legs. I ordered her off the bench and sent her upstairs. She hobbled along on tip toe, her sore pubic area making it painful to walk. In the living room we all inspected her closely while she stood still, hands on head, her eyes red from crying. She looked so miserable I felt sorry for her. "Come on little one." I said putting my arm round her. "I think you’ve had enough for today." I gently drew her out of the room and up the stairs. I made her get into the shower, removed her butt-plug and delicately washed her all over. "You’re having an early night!" I said, smiling. "Put on your nightie and I’ll bring you something to eat." Her eyes opened wide at this act of kindness and I kissed her on her cheek. I returned after about ten minutes with some sandwiches and a large glass of milk. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and was obviously starving from the way she devoured the food. I allowed her to finish and ordered her to lie down and open her legs wide. "Don’t worry," I told her smiling. "I just want to make sure everything’s okay." I ran my fingers slowly over her sore pussy. It was red but would probably be perfectly alright by the next day. I pulled her nightie back down and lay on the bed beside her. She smelt so fresh after her shower. I felt myself getting hard and she must have noticed for she looked at me nervously and moved her hand to my trousers as she’d been taught. "Do I have to suck it sir?" she asked sweetly. I got up. "Not just now. Go to sleep and I’ll come and see you later." Ben and Shaun were watching television when I came downstairs. "Think we overdid it a bit?" asked Shaun. I had to admit that she’d had a busy day! "I’ll leave her to sleep, then we’ll see tomorrow." I replied. "I reckon she can take plenty more punishment!" We all laughed and discussed our plans for the next day. It was around midnight when I went to bed. I felt the young girl under the sheets next to me. Pulling back the covers I flicked up her nightie and had a quick look. Her pussy was still a little red but would be back to normal by tomorrow. The stripes on her bum had almost vanished too. What a lot of fuss she’d made. I smiled to myself when I thought of the ‘real’ canings she had coming! I was already hard and didn’t see why she shouldn’t service me before I went to sleep. Slipping my hand back between her legs I tickled her gently until she opened her eyes. I lightly kissed her neck and stroked her hair. "Wake up girl!" I ordered quietly. "Get your head down where it should be!" She blinked and slowly turned so she had her head down at my groin and her legs either side of my head. I stroked her beautiful bum, loosing myself in pleasure as I felt her small hot lips encircle the tip of my cock, her tiny hands teasing my shaft and balls as I’d shown her. It lasted only a few minutes. She kept it in her mouth until it was soft again, licking the last few drops of cum that appeared. Remembering her instructions she stayed in position until told to move, her hands continuing to caress me. I suddenly had an idea. "Stand up girl!"I said. "Take off your nightie!" She obeyed without hesitating for a second. She’s finally learning,I thought. "You will now go to Master Shaun’s room, then Master Ben." I informed her, enjoying her anxious look. "When you’ve finished you come straight back, understand?" She looked up, her brown eyes full of worry. "Yes sir" she replied. I pushed her out of the bedroom door and suddenly had a thought. "You may tell them from me that they are not to punish you any more tonight." She looked at me thankfully. "Is that clear?" "Yes sir, thank you sir". she answered. I tapped on Shaun’s door and gently pushed her inside. I must have fallen asleep. The next thing I knew was the door opening and the girl going to the bathroom. I looked at my watch. She’d been gone about an hour. When she came back to bed I could see she was upset. A few tears still remained on her cheeks. "Tell me why you're crying!" I asked her, a little angry at being roused at this hour. She glanced at me, clearly embarrassed. "Please sir, Master Ben made me lick his bottom hole." she said quietly. "He made me stick my tongue right in-it was horrible!" She paused. "He was angry with me because he said I didn't do it right, then I had to suck his..his..thing" she continued. "His penis!" I reminded her. "Yes sir, sorry sir. I did try so hard sir, but I dropped some on his tummy and he's so very angry and he says I have to go to him tomorrow for my spanking." She wiped a tear away. "Sir, Master Ben spanks so hard, please could you ask him not to?" She looked at me hopefully. I was shocked at her impertinence. "You clearly deserve a good spanking for your insolence young lady!" Her eyes filled with tears again. "The act you referred to is called 'rimming' and you should certainly learn how to do it correctly. Master Ben was quite correct in making you do it. Secondly, by now you should know how to service a master without spilling a single drop!" I looked at her icily. "I think we need to discuss this further tomorrow! Now get your head down where it should be and go to sleep. One more word from you and it's the hairbrush!" I pushed the girl round and went back to sleep, the girl holding my cock gently, her mouth just touching the tip. The next morning was much as before.As I made my way downstairs to breakfast I paused for a few seconds outside Ben’s door. From within came the sound of a plaintive little voice followed by Ben’s harsh tones. A loud crack of the hairbrush broke the momentary silence as Ben administered the punishment owed from last night. I noted with satisfaction that he didn’t stop at twelve. I had already mentioned the girl’s cheeky request and he clearly had no intention of letting it go unpunished. Twenty minutes later she entered the kitchen and I saw that Ben had been busy.He had dressed her in a small leather waistcoat/bra (totally unnecesarry given her tender age) and a fiercesome looking g-string that hugged her little pussy tightly before disappearing into the crack between her buttocks. Her bottom was well reddened from Ben’s hairbrush and she still had tears on her cheeks as she busied herself with her chores. Her breakfast consisted of scraps left from our plates which she ate only when we had all finished. Now her initial ‘breaking in’ period was over we decided to get her into a stable routine. At 5.30 am she was to rise and commence her cleaning duties around the house, vacuuming, dusting, polishing etc. At precisely 6.45 she would shower and prepare herself for servicing her masters as they awoke, their plans for the morning having been decided the previous day. Following breakfast she would undergo a period of inspection followed by long PE sessions in the gym to keep her body toned. Saun, ever the frustrated teacher, had announced that she should spend at least two hours each afternoon in the classroom. Fitted with a blackboard, old school desk and piles of dusty books, the small room also boasted an impressive array of canes, paddles and slippers hanging up next to the masters’ desk. Ben declared himself to be in charge of her sessions in the gym, and had already written a timetable for the various exercises, including aerobic, anaerobic, stamina tests, ballet and gymnastics. We also introduced a ‘review’ each evening in which we assessed her peformance for that day. Good points were balanced against bad and appropriate action taken. This could be anything from a severe caning on one extreme to extra rest periods and food on the other. Evenings were kept free for her sexual education. She learned how to service us with both hands tied behind her back, using only her lips, mouth, tongue, teeth and nose to bring us to orgasm. As encouragement, she was given two minutes to complete the act, one stroke of the cane being awarded for each additional minute she took. In order that she should learn to control her own sexual responses, we gave her regular arousal tests in which she had to stand naked and blindfolded, hands on her head. I gently opened her pussy lips and, after ensuring she was not already wet, inserted a piece of tissue and left it for one minute to see how much moisture was produced. A fresh piece of tissue was inserted and then I gently caressed her nipples for sixty seconds, the tissue then checked for any dampness. This process was repeated while caressing her anus, pussy, and finally her little clitoris. It was always the latter that had the most effect. She tried hard but after only ten seconds of my finger teasing her clit, her breathing would quicken and the tissue was hardly needed since I could feel my fingers getting wetter. Fortunately for her she didn’t orgasm, the memory of her pussy whipping still fresh in her mind, but nevertheless, her failure usually resulted in a long and painful slippering. Hygiene was of paramount importance and at the command "Bottom inspection", she stopped whatever she was doing and clambered onto the table, head down, bum stuck up for us to examine. Any butt-plugs were removed and checked. Her pussy was checked for wetness and cleanliness.Her anus was thoroughly inspected and a finger inserted. If the finger was not spotless she was ordered to go and clean herself immediately. Nothing more was said until the review session later when she’d be sentenced to a caning. The first time this happened was only a few days after her pussy whipping. Formal canings were always given in the study and the girl had to wear her school uniform. She entered the study at exactly 8pm having completed her homework from Shaun’s lessons. She had been informed earlier that she would be caned. A quick inspection after lunch had revealed her butt-plug to be slightly soiled. Nervously she stood in front of the desk. She remembered her first caning a few days before and was trembling. “You know why you’re here.” I said sternly. You will receive six strokes of the cane as punishment for failing to respect the rules on personal hygiene. Remove your skirt and take your knickers off!” Shaun and Ben looked on with obvious satisfaction as the young girl removed her short grey pleated skirt and laid it neatly over the back of the chair. Her hands were shaking as she started to slide her tight navy blue knickers down over her large pert behind. She stepped out of them and placed them carefully on top of her skirt. There were already tears in her eyes. I picked up the cane and bent it almost double, enjoying the look of terror on her face. I pointed to a smallish school desk near the wall. “Bend over the desk and hold the edge firmly.” I informed her.” Stick your bottom out and don’t move!” She did as I said, her trembling hands gripping the side of the desk, arching her back and sticking her bum well up in a futile attempt to please us. I stood to one side and tapped her trembling buttocks a few times with the cane as I adjusted her position. I took aim and lifted the cane high. I intended this to be a ‘proper’ caning, not the light swishing I’d given her before. The first stroke landed low, right at the edge of her thighs. She threw her head back and screamed before breaking into floods of tears. “Sir..please sir..don’t sir..oh please not again sir..” she wailed. I noticed with some satisfaction the red weal appearing on her skin. The edges had a hint of blue, indicating the bruising that would follow. The second stroke landed just above the first. The girl sobbed uncontrollably, her knuckles white as she gripped the desk ever harder, her bum wriggling as she sought to cope with the pain. I waited for her to settle down and lift her bum up again. This was far more painful than the ‘light’ caning she’d received in the living room. Her face was screwed up and her teeth clenched as she sobbed, tears dropping onto the desk. With a resounding swish-crack, the third stroke caught her hard across the middle of her bum. The girl jumped as if struck by electricity. With a resounding scream she twisted sideways and fell off the desk onto the floor where she lay on her side, hands clasped tightly to her seared buttocks. I gazed coldly at the small blubbering girl on the carpet. She was a mess, a trickle of snot from her nose running down to mix with her tears. “Get up this instant!” I ordered the shivering wretch. She got to her knees, hands still grasping her behind. “Please sir..please..oh no more..please sir..” she wined pathetically, struggling to her feet. “I promise I’ll wash my bottom more often..Promise sir!” she continued her entreaties. I decided to allow her some time to calm down. “Right girl, go and stand in that corner!” I ordered. “Hands on your head!!” I shouted, slapping her right buttock hard. We left the girl in the corner and went to the living room for a drink. After about twenty minutes we came back to find the girl had stopped crying. A few little sobs escaped but she had clearly regained some composure. Three livid red weals ran across her buttocks, small patches of bruised flesh appearing at the ends. “Turn round and face me!” I ordered. She stood in front of us a picture of misery. “For not remaining in position and for making such a ridiculous fuss you will receive an extra six strokes!” I paused, watching the look of terror and disbelief on her face. I continued, “However, since this is your first offical caning, I have decided to postpone your additional punishment until your bottom has recovered. Now, bend over!” Moving as if she was in a dream, the little girl bent over the desk again, her sobbing resumed. I meant to make her remember the last three strokes for a long time. Flicking her bum with the cane, getting it well up, I brought it down hard on her sweaty buttocks, neatly criss-crossing the three weals already there. I ordered her to stop wriggling so much, tapping the back of her thighs to get the message across. The last two strokes were given in quick succession and were aimed at the top of her bum. She screamed for all she was worth, her backside on fire. We stood back and admired the pattern of red and blue lines I’d created. Sternly I ordered her up and sent her to the bathroom to wash her face. She returned, still knickerless, her thrashed bottom making each step painful. We made her follow us to the living room where we examined her buttocks closely. She stood meekly before us, hands on head, flinching as I examined each weal, running my hand over the swollen flesh. “The bruises will probably take a week to go.” I said to the others. “As soon as her bum is back to normal, she goes straight to the study for another six!” We laughed at the thought. I turned to Ben. “Did we finish her review?” “I completely forgot” said Ben, starting to laugh. “She was supposed to be punished for leaving the kitchen messy this morning” I remembered that Ben had called her down to the gym immediately after breakfast and she hadn’t had time to finish her cleaning. Next time she’d be a bit faster. “Bring me the hairbrush girl!” I commanded, not even looking at her. She obeyed without a murmur. Her eyes were full of tears again as she handed me the heavy wooden brush. “Please sir.please sir, I’m so sore sir..” she begged. “You left the kitchen in an unacceptable state this morning.” I said coldly. “For that you will receive twelve with the brush. Now get over my lap!” The poor girl obeyed, draping herself across my knees and lifting her rear end up. “I really don’t think your bottom can take any more punishment.” I said softly. I parted her legs a bit more and rested the hair brush on the back of her thigh. “Fortunately, you have ample room on the back of your legs!” I lifted the brush and slapped it down hard just below where her bottom started. She cried out and wriggled frantically. “For goodness sake girl, anyone would think you’d never had the brush before!” I shouted, holding her firmly. “You have to learn to take your punishments without all this wriggling!” I slapped the brush down a few more times. The skin was already turning a deep crimson. She cried out and kicked her legs about. The backs of her legs were new to the brush and obviously extremely sensitive. I held her down and spoke firmly. “Listen carefully! If you don’t stop moving your legs you’ll go downstairs for a pussy whipping! Is that what you want?” The effect was amazing. She immediately ceased her gyrations and lay quite still. I finished with some really hard slaps, the sound echoing around the room like gunshots. I stood her up and admired my handiwork. “I reckon she deserves a good pussy whipping as well!” said Ben smiling. The little girl looked at me in terror, her eyes pleading. “”Oh no sir..please not that…I’ll be a good girl..really sir..please not a pussy whipping..please..” I signalled for to shut up. “I think you’ve had quite enough for now.” I remarked. “Trouble is” I continued, smiling at Shaun,”Where else can we punish her?” Shaun laughed and went to the sideboard. Opening a drawer he pulled out an old tawse, its end split into two. “I haven’t used this for ages.” He said, feeling the thick leather. “Designed for use on hands and bottoms.” He chuckled and put it back. “You know where it is should you require it.” I looked at the young girl, standing to attention, trying desperately not to draw attention to herself. “Okay then, no pussy whippings today”. I couldn’t help smiling at her look of relief. “Though, talking of pussy…” I drew her closer to me. “I haven’t checked yours for a while have I?” I patted her thigh gently. “Pussy inspection! Come on girl” She lay down on the floor in front of me and lifted her legs up to her chest, her hands gripping the backs of her knees. I made her open her legs wider until I was satisfied. She positioned herself so her bum was close to my legs, giving me a clear view down between her legs. Her lovely sweet young pussy was glistening in front of me, its smooth juicy pink lips shining. I stroked the outside gently and watched the little girl shiver. Parting the two pink lips I examined further. “You seem rather wet in here!” I said sternly. She looked up, scared and confused. I realised it was a combination of sweat and her own natural juices but why not play with her a bit? “I do hope you’re not being naughty!” She looked at me, fear in her eyes. “No sir..honest sir….please sir..sorry sir..” I patted her thigh to show I wasn’t angry. Easing her pussy lips apart I exposed her little red cherry for all to see. I pushed my finger deeper until she started to squirm. “Tight is it?” I said, glancing at the others. “I think we’ll have to have a closer look at this soon. Little girls should learn what their cherries are for! “ I tickled her pussy and told her to get up. I looked at my watch. It was getting late. “Right girl, go upstairs, have a shower and come straight back!” She slipped out and ran up the stairs. I poured us all large whiskies. When she came down she had her nightie on. It barely covered her bum and a few weals were clearly visible as well as her red thighs. She stood before us timidly, her eyes downcast. “I can’t remember telling you to put your nightie on girl!” I said quietly, winking at the others. She looked scared and confused. “Please sir..I..I’m sorry sir..I thought I should put it on sir.” she stammered. “Well you were wrong weren’t you. Take it off at once!” I ordered. She obeyed immediately and stood before us completely naked, shivering slightly. I made her kneel, put her hands behind her back and tied them with some soft cord. Ben winked and slid his pants down. We all had hard ons but Ben was obviously close to bursting point. “You have two minutes girl!” I said sternly. “Each minute you take after that results in one stroke of the cane..or ….perhaps under the circumstances.. “ I looked at the weals covering her behind. “Under the circumstances, you will have one whip on your pussy!” The young girl was obviously shaken at hearing this but she had no time to react as I pushed her gently to Ben, who leaned back comfortably in his armchair, legs wide open. “I’m starting to time you from…now!” I said, looking at my watch. We watched in amusement as the poor girl bobbed her head about trying to get the end of Ben’s large cock in her mouth. Much harder wihen she can’t use her hands, I thought. She finally succeeded and began to gobble furiously, moving her head backwards and forwards as she sought to accommodate his swollen member. Fortunately for the girl, Ben didn’t need much help. After only one minute he came, thrusting himself forward. His penis pushed her back and she gagged as her mouth filled with hot cum. She’d learned well over the last few days and managed to keep his prick in her mouth until it softened. I gently took her by the shoulders over to Shaun who, in a similar predicament, wasted no time but pulled the girl’s head down onto his stiff cock. Like Ben, he saved the girl from a pussy whipping by coming just under two minutes. She licked him clean and kept his prick in her mouth until given permission to stand. Untying her hands I ordered her to go upstairs and wait for me in bed. She obeyed, thankful to have escaped punishment. When I entered the bedroom she was lying under the sheets, her eyes nervously searching my face for any signs of displeasure. I felt a twinge of pity. I undressed and lay beside her, my hands gently caressing her all over. Signalling to her to get in the usual position, I opened my legs and relaxed while she nuzzled my cock, her legs either side of my head. I gently stroked her buttocks and thighs, tracing the raised weals criss-crossing her bum. My tongue sought her soft pussy and I adjusted my position to allow me easier access. I slowly licked her moist pussy lips and planted a light kiss in the middle, seeking her small clitoris with my tongue. I felt her shudder and clench her buttocks as my tongue probed deeper. "You've had a very hard day haven't you?" I asked, not expecting an answer. "Tonight I'm going to allow you to have an orgasm" I continued, "Just relax and let yourself go!" I continued to caress her thighs as my tongue began exploring her pussy, occasionally teasing her swollen clitoris. My fingers slowly parted her bottom cheeks and gently tickled her anus, slowly pushing inside. I felt her start to stiffen and felt her legs try and close. Sticking my finger deep inside her anus, I flicked my tongue back and forth across her little clit. Her breathing now fast and furious she tensed her whole body and came to orgasm. It lasted about twenty seconds. I felt her body relax, her juices running down over my mouth. I allowed her a minute to recover before ordering her to the bathroom to wash. She returned and stood at the side of the bed, uncertain of what to do. I ordered her to bend over and, realising what she must think I wanted to do, assured her that she would not be spanked. I took a large tube of KY and started to lubricate her anus, gently pushing first one, then two and three fingers inside. Applying a bit more KY, I ordered her to kneel on the side of the bed, head down, bum up. She seemed mystified at first, expecting the familiar feel of a rubber butt-plug, but was left in no doubt as what was to happen as I gripped her waist and started to push my cock into her. The training with dildos and butt-plugs had prepared her, but she still flinched as I pushed in as far as I could. The tight grip around my penis was ecstatic and I came after less than a minute. Pulling out, I turned her around and made her suck my rapidly softening member for another few minutes. Exhausted I lay down and commanded the girl to go and wash herself. When she returned, I placed her in the normal position, her mouth gently teasing my prick until I fell asleep. The next morning I stopped her as she was going to service Ben and Shaun. “This time you will go in and say ‘Please sir, my bottom is ready for your pleasure,’ and you will adopt the same position as last night! Is that clear girl?” She looked nervously down at the ground. “Yes sir!” she replied sweetly. “Only sir..” She looked up scared. “What about Master Ben sir? He’s so..big sir!” I smiled. “I’m sure you’ll manage!” I said, grinning. “Now be off with you before I have to use the hairbrush! She left the room and went to Shaun. Shaun came down to breakfast twenty minutes later, a big smile on his face. “What a great wake-up call!” he said. “Lovely tight arse she’s got!” Ben didn’t appear for a while. When he did, he was closely followed by the girl, her eyes red from crying and walking very carefully. As she busied herself with her chores, Ben helped himself to toast. “Half a tube of KY I had to use on her bloody arse!” he chuckled. “Even then I couldn’t get it all in. I gave her twelve with the hairbrush for that!” he said, laughing. “Anyway, I’ve stuck a bigger butt-plug up her bum and I’ll have another go tomorrow!” Calling the girl to me, I inspected her bottom, still marked with weals and now deep red from Ben’s spanking. Inserting my finger under her g-string I was surprised at how tight it was. The reason was obvious. It was holding in place an enormous butt-plug. Turning her around I showed the others how the tightness was causing the front of her g- string to be pulled hard between her pussy lips. “Can’t be very comfortable for her.” I said. “Never mind,” I continued. “It will help prepare her for the next part of her training.” Towards the end of the afternoon we took her down to the gym. She was obviously nervous at being escorted by all three of us and tried hard to act obedient. As she saw the bench upon which she’d received her pussy whipping, she began to cry. “Please sir”, she wailed “Please sir, not a pussy whipping! Please!” Irritated I ordered her onto the bench. “Shut up girl and listen! You’re not having a pussy whipping this time…but you will if you don’t stop whining!” She ceased her noise and lay still as we attached the ropes and chains as before, rendering her unable to move, her legs pulled wide apart and up to her chest, giving full access to her pussy and anus. I draped a small cloth over her eyes so she couldn’t see what we were doing. Speaking softly to her, I gently stroked her pussy, calming her down. After a few minutes I felt her start to relax. I felt the wetness between her pussy lips and probed deeper, teasing her clit and pushing my little finger up into her vagina. Shaun handed me a small smooth rubber vibrator which I switched on and teased her with until she got used to the feel. I looked at Shaun who quickly smeared a good quantity of KY over its full length. I inserted the tip into her vagina and slowly started to push it in and out. When it was about half way I felt the girl stiffen and cry out. “P..please sir..that hurts!” she cried, a hint of panic in her voice. “I know it hurts “ I said. “It’s going to quite painful in a second, but It’s necessary!” With that, I pushed the vibrator in completely. The little girl screamed in agony and writhed on the bench. Smiling, I stood up. “Come on “ I said to the others. “Let’s leave her for an hour to get used to it!” On our return I brought a small basin of water and clean cloths with me. The girl’s loud sobbing had reduced to a low whimper. I pulled out the vibrator slowly and mopped up the blood that we knew would be there. After bathing her pussy we untied her and took her to bed. She cried quietly unsure of what we would do, but we’d already decided she should be left overnight to recover. After washing her in the shower I made her sleep with the large butt-plug that Ben had put in her that morning. The next morning, I allowed her to sleep longer than usual, but, having woken up without being serviced prior to falling asleep, I roughly jerked the young girl awake, pulled out her butt-plug and slapped her bum to indicate what I wanted. Not wishing to make my hands sticky I showed her how to rub KY all over my throbbing erection. This time I decided to try a different position. Lying on my back I made her straddle me and lower her bum slowly until my cock entered her little anus. Pleased at not having to do the work this time, I put my head back and relaxed as she moved her plump bottom up and down. Her hot little rectum gripped my cock and I moaned in ecstasy as I came deep inside her. After ordering her to the bathroom I examined her sore vagina, then ordered her to Shaun and Ben’s room. At breakfast I noticed Ben was smiling when he arrived, the cowering girl behind him, her tight leather g-string and waistcoat clearly uncomfortable. “Managed to fuck her ass properly at last!” he said, laughing. “She doesn’t need a buttplug any more. “ I looked at her buttocks. The weals from her caning had just about disappeared and I realised that she was due for another six strokes. “I think we should cane her today, then start her BDSM training.” I said to Ben and Shaun, totally ignoring the look of terror on the girl’s face. She wouldn’t have a clue what BDSM meant but she remembered about the extra caning owed to her. “Well why don’t we cane her now, then we’ll have the rest of the day for playing with the ‘other’ toys,” suggested Shaun. I agreed and ordered the girl to tidy up, then report to the study in her school uniform. When she arrived, she was already crying, the memory of her last painful ordeal still fresh. Knowing there was no alternative, she removed her skirt and knickers, and bent over the desk, sticking her bum up. “You remember what happened last time!” I told her. “If you don’t stay in position, you’ll be back for another six!” I glanced at the others and smiled. Our plans for the girl involved a great deal of canings, spankings and floggings, no matter how she behaved, but she didn’t have to know that! The first three strokes were the hardest yet, and pushed her over the desk, her hands scrabbling about, gripping the edge, a river of snot running from her nose as she screamed and cried with the pain. The last three were aimed at the top of her legs and I laughed as she clenched her buttocks and fought the urge to close her legs. Feeling a little cheated at not being given a reason for awarding additional strokes, I playfully stroked the inside of her thighs with the cane, teasing her pussy with the tip and finally pushing the last few centimetres into her anus. I looked at Ben. “Get up girl!” he ordered sharply. She obeyed, her face red from sobbing. She stood meekly, hands by her sides, looking at the floor, fighting the tremendous urge to grasp her swollen backside. Ben lowered himself on one knee and put his face close to hers, his hand teasing her pussy lips. “Shut that row!” he ordered, squeezing her pussy tighter. “You want something to cry about? Well in a few days you’ll come to consider six with the cane as a reward!” With that he stood up, grinning at her confused look. The girl was still crying softly, obviously desperate to rub her sore bottom, but we didn’t give her permission. “Take off the rest of your clothes and fold them up neatly!” I said, winking at the others. A little confused, the small girl obeyed, removing her blouse and socks. Ben turned and walked out. “Follow me girl!” he ordered, not even looking round. By now only anxious to please, she quickly trotted after him. Half an hour later, Shaun and I went down to the dungeon, a well equipped room next to the gymnasium that the girl had never visited. We laughed out loud at the spectacle before us. Clearly wishing to introduce her to bondage and all the pleasure it has to offer, Ben had secured her over a heavy padded trestle table, blinfolded, gagged, her hands, arms and legs spread out and tied tightly to the table legs, her feet off the ground and her arse lifted high offering her intimate regions for our pleasure. I saw that Ben was holding a small electric cattle prod in his hand. “I think she’s desperate for a fuck!” said Ben, lightly touching her pussy with the prod. Their was a sharp buzzing sound and the girl jerked, a muffled scream coming from behind the gag. “You see, she agrees with me.” We laughed and I dropped my pants and ran my hand down over her wealed buttocks and down to her pussy. Ever the perfectionist, Ben had prepared her well, an empty tube of KY on the table. “Time for her to grow up a bit!” I muttered and pushed my cock hard up her tight little vagina. I grabbed her waist and fucked her for a few minutes, her muted squeals and moans of pain increasing my pleasure. With a final push, I came and rested for a while before pulling out, the tip of my cock red with blood. “Shame she’s gagged,” I said, watching Shaun as he took my place. “She could lick this clean for me!” Shaun was obviously very excited and came in about a minute. Ben, blessed with a nasty sense of humour, crouched next to the girls head and stroked her hair. “Guess who’s going to fuck you next!” he said softly, unbuttoning his pants. Positioning himself behind her, he poked the electric prod into her anus and pressed the button. The girl’s body jerked, her back arching and lifting her bum a little higher. Guiding the tip of his enormous penis into her sore pussy, he pushed it in all the way enjoying the girl’s muffled screams. With a loud grunt, Ben shot his load into the girl and then stepped back. A small trickle of blood ran down the girl’s leg and I bathed her pussy gently with some cold water before inserting a small tampon to soak up what was left. We left her tied up for the next hour then led her out of the room but didn’t remove the blindfold until back in the gym. She walked unsteadily, slightly bow-legged, clearly still very sore. “Right young lady,” I said, taking her to the jogging machine. “Just because you’ve lost your virginity and had your first session of BDSM training, it doesn’t mean you change your routine completely!” I pushed her on the running belt and started it moving. “Master Ben will continue your exercise session now, then you go back to work until school starts. At your review tonight we’ll decide if you deserve another trip to the dungeon before bed.” The two of us left them alone and we went back upstairs, grinning as we heard Ben shouting at the girl to run faster, followed by the crack of his riding crop across the back of her legs. Later that day we sat in the living room, the girl standing in front of us, dressed in a smart school uniform, complete with short skirt. Shaun had been busy. Mindful of her well wealed buttocks, he’d apllied his tawse liberally to her hands. The red weals on her palms were testimony enough. I questioned her about her behaviour throughout the day, conscious of a desire to see her experience another session in the dungeon. However, after examining her swollen pussy, we decided to allow her to go to bed without any further sessions. Used to our little routines, she stripped off her uniform and was soon busy swallowing Shaun and Ben’s cum as they made full use of her pretty mouth. As for myself, once in the bedroom and showered, I examined her closely, easing her pussy lips apart and inserting a fresh tampon to soak up any blood. Deciding I wanted her in the ass again, I sat on the edge of the bed and lifted her on my lap so she was facing me, her legs either side. I bobbed her up and down for a while, the tip of my prick teasing her, until I got it between her buttocks. Slowly, I lowered her enjoying the expression on her face as she took the full length into her tight rectum. Laying back on the bed, I held her buttocks and moved her back and forth until I came. I lay quite still for a few minutes before ordering her off and to bathroom. On her return she climbed on the bed and popped my now soft willy into her mouth. This was expected of her and she knew that she had to suck it until I gave her permission to stop or I fell asleep. I made myself comfortable and was ready to sleep, when I felt her small hands stroking my balls. In a minute I was hard again and ordered her to continue. The next morning I had to go out for a few hours and left the girl as she was going into Ben’s room. As I went down the stairs I could hear him shouting at her to keep still. When I returned the house seemed quiet, then I heard a noise from the basement. Upon entering the dungeon I saw the girl in the middle, her hands above her head, secured by a chain to the ceiling. Gagged and blindfolded, her legs were kept far apart by a separating rod attached at each ankle. On her tiny undeveloped nipples were clamps attached to a taught wire that ran down to clamps on her pussy lips. I looked at Shaun and Ben in surprise. “We caught the bitch stealing some food at breakfast.” said Ben with a grin. “Decided she needed a lesson.” I nodded my head in agreement. Going up close, I tested the tight wire between her nipples and pussy. I gave it a gentle tug and the girl screamed behind the gag. Examining her backside I saw the nasty weals from her last caning. “It seems a shame not to cane her just because of that.” I said, running my hand over her bum. “How about a few dozen lashes of this on her back?” he asked, showing me the nasty looking cat o’ nine tails he had wrapped round his hand. I laughed. “Okay then, use that, but I still think she should have a formal caning as well, when her bum’s better!” I stood back as Shaun gave a few practice swishes with the whip. Spacing them out well, he started to whip the girl’s back, the leather straps leaving red scratch-like marks. The small girl screamed and writhed, each movement tightening her pussy and nipple clamps. After about two dozen lashes, I signalled to Shaun to stop. I waited for the girl to stop her moaning and held her nipple clamps to get her attention. “Don’t think this is over girl! Stealing is a very serious crime and this punishment counts as part of your BDSM training. As soon as the marks on your bottom have faded it’s back to the study for a very severe caning.” I paused. “And don’t think it will only be six strokes next time!” We left her as she was and went for lunch. The afternoon saw her busy in the gym. As well as the jogging machine we had exercise bikes and weight training machines. We watched Ben put her through her paces, starting with a fast warm up on the jogger. Our favourite was the leg/thigh machine on which the girl had to sit and open and close her legs, the ankles attached to heavy pulleys and weights. We’d allowed her to wear her tight leotard for the gym session, but after a few minutes we realised it was hugging her sore pussy too tightly so Ben suggested she remove it. Ben was keeping a record of her gym sessions and showed us the progress she’d made. Glancing over at the little girl we noticed she’d stopped, her legs held wide open by the weights, displaying her sweet little pussy. “I said fifty times!” shouted Ben, going over. “Why have you stopped girl?” The poor girl was drenched in sweat. “P..please sir, I needed to stop a minute.” She whined pathetically. “My legs were hurting sir.” Ben looked at her coldly. “Get up girl!” he ordered. Hesitantly, she obeyed. “Go and shock yourself in the arse!” he said quietly. Shaun and I look puzzled, even more so as the girl burst into tears and walked over to a small stool. We followed her and saw that Ben had inserted a small electric cattle prod through a hole in the middle. Ben saw our expressions and laughed. “It’s a new invention of mine.” He explained. “She has to put some cream on the end, squat over it and lower herself so the end goes into her pussy or anus-whichever I decide. Then she has to lean down and press the button on the handle. That gives her a one second jolt!” He paused and we watched the trembling girl wipe the end with some KY jelly from the tube kept next to the stool. “It’s a little experiment in DIY punishment.” Said Ben, grinning. “She knows she has no choice. I told her that any hesitation means a double dose, followed by a pussy whipping!” We all laughed. The sobbing girl straddled the tiny stool and bent her knees, lowering her bum down onto the tip of the prod. I saw her pause a second as she wriggled, getting the tip into her anus. “Stick it in more!” Ben ordered her coldly. “I want it a good two inches up your arse girl!” She squatted lower, sticking the prod further up into her anus. Then, arm shaking, she reached down to the base of the prod and placed her finger on the large red button. For a second she seemed to hesitate. Screwing her face up and gritting her teeth, she pressed the button. We heard a low buzzing sound and the girl sat up as though shot and screamed in agony as the bolt of electricity ripped through her backside making her buttocks clench in a spasm of pain. To her credit, the poor girl managed to hold her position, her hands now on the stool, supporting her weight as the strength ebbed from her legs. We looked at Ben in admiration and started to congratulate him, but he waved his hand. “We haven’t finished yet.” He said. “I don’t think it’s right to let her off with only one!” Turning to the girl he stood right over her. “Give yourself one up your pussy girl!” he muttered, smiling. The sobbing little girl looked up at Ben, unable to believe her ears. “S…sir?” she stammered through a haze of tears. “You heard, you stupid bitch!” growled Ben. “Not only that, for hesitating, you get a double dose. Now get that tight little pussy on the prod or I swear you’ll sit on this the rest of the bloody day!” As if in a trance, she painfully lifted her arse off the prod and positioned herself so it was touching her pussy. She lowered her body very carefully, allowing the tip to penetrate her. Ben wasn’t satisfied, and ordered her even lower, the girl’s face showing her suffering as the prod entered her sore vagina. Her hand reached down between her legs and pressed the switch. She screamed and writhed as the jolt of electricity made her whole vagina contract. Ben gave her five seconds then ordered her to continue. With the knowledge of the unimaginable consequences if she hesitated, the girl pressed the button again and screamed at the top of her voice. Sweat was running down her body and she looked as though she would faint. Ben ordered her up but didn’t allow her a second to rest. Putting her back on the same machine, he soon had her repeating her exercises with renewed vigour. The next few days were frustrating for all of us. Realising that we had to give her vagina time to recover, we avoided fucking her for a while, though her arse got plenty of attention. The weals on her bum faded quite rapidly; she was getting used to her beatings. I was itching to give her another caning but wanted her bum back to normal before I scarred it again. Ben hit on a new idea in the dungeon. Correctly secured over a vaulting horse we were able to use her mouth and arse at the same time. Unable to move a muscle, the little girl took Shaun in her mouth while Ben lubricated her anus, then started to bugger her. I stood watching them, cattle prod in my hand which I ran tenderly over her body as a reminder to cooperate. She still had problems accommodating Ben’s huge cock, and this time was no different and made more difficult since she was concentrating on massaging Shaun’s prick with her mouth and tongue . Shaun must have come just as Ben pushed his cock all the way in. There was a muffled scream and she jerked her head back, spitting drops of cum over Shaun. Surprised and disgusted, Shaun slapped the side of her head and went to wash himself. Ben jerked back and forth until he came too, then pulled out. I waited for Shaun to come back before discussing her punishment. We agreed that in this case, a pussy whipping was required. I also agreed to letting Shaun cane her inner thighs as a special lesson. We released the girl and ordered her to shower and report to the gym in school uniform. Having heard our conversation, the girl arrived in a state of great anxiety. We’d ordered her to wear her uniform for no other reason than the pleasure it gave us in ordering her to remove it. “I cannot believe that you still find it so difficult to control your actions.” I told her, shaking my head. “We have no choice but to severely punish you!” I looked down at the snivelling little girl, already sobbing, knowing what was to happen. On my order, she removed her skirt and knickers, though we allowed her to keep her blouse and tie. Pointing to the wall upon which were hung various implements of discipline, I instructed her to fetch the martinet, a leather strap and a cane. I handed the cane to Shaun, passed the others to Ben, then ordered her onto the bench. Her legs shaking, her crying louder, she obeyed and lay down on the long padded bench, her legs open. I stroked the inside her her thigh softly and lightly tickled her pussy. “We’re not going to tie your legs up this time.” I explained, smiliing at her. “We think you’re experienced enough to keep your legs wide open by yourself.” I made her bring her knees up to her chest, keeping them as far apart as possible, and showed her how to grip them with her hands. “You don’t close your legs during the punishment!” I said sternly. “If you don’t stay in this position, we give you extra strokes! If it happens more than twice, we tie your legs like before and start the punishment all over again!” Ignoring her crying, I stood up and allowed Ben to commence the punishment. The first three strokes of the belt rang out like pistol shots. The girl gripped her knees, her knuckles white. She screamed in agony and rolled from side to side. “One extra stroke for making a fuss and wriggling!” I announced. Ben raised the strap and gave her another four across her red pussy. Reminding her to stay in position, Shaun and I attached the pussy clamps and carefully pulled her sweaty pussy lips apart. Ben picked up the martinet and raised it high. The thin cords whipped down and bit into her sore pussy, making her screams take on a higher note. On the fourth, she let go of her knees and closed her legs tightly, rolling about on the bench in pain. We allowed her a minute, then ordered her back in position, taking a firm grip of the chains attached to her pussy clamps. . “Two extra strokes for not keeping in position!” I ordered, the girl barely hearing me as she cried and screamed. Somehow she found the strength to hold her position for the rest of the punishment. We removed the clamps and I rubbed the skin where they’d been. Holding her knees I pulled her legs apart even more. “Keep them like that!” I ordered, winking at Shaun. Through a haze of tears, the little girl saw Shaun flexing the cane between his hands. Gently, he ran it down the inside of her thigh until it touched her pussy. Positioning himself, he gave her a few playful flicks. “Just there I think” he said, resting it on the fleshiest part of her thigh. The cane I’d given him wasn’t as severe as the ones we used on her backside, but it made a marvellous loud swishing noise as Shaun waved it through the air. The first stroke landed with a sharp crack and the girl screamed in pain. A nice red line was already appearing on her thigh. She took the next few strokes quite well, but the fourth cut her across where a previous stroke had landed and she screamed, letting go of her knees and clasping her thighs. “Get back into position at once!” I shouted, grabbing her knees myself and opening her legs wide. Shaun tapped her thighs with the cane, then stroked her pussy with the tip. He looked at me. I knew what he was thinking. Sore though her pussy was, he wanted to cane it. “Because of your behaviour girl, you will receive the last two strokes on your pussy!” Her sobbing intensified as she felt Shaun flick the cane lightly between her legs. Taking aim he brought it down hard across her pussy. The girl screamed in agony and I thought for a second she’d let go of her knees. The second stroke cracked down right in the middle. She could take no more. Ignoring her screaming I bathed her red and bruised marks with cold water. When her sobbing had grown quieter I allowed her to get up which she did, rather slowly. Shaun handed her some paper to wipe her eyes and then gave her the cane and other implements to put back on the wall. We laughed as she hobbled slowly along the floor. Since she was used to her punishments now, I didn’t allow her time off to recover, but immediately set her to work in the kitchen, reminding her not to be late for her lessons later. For work she had to wear her leather waistcoat and g-string and she generally had two minutes to change. Entering the kitchen I found her standing next to the table, her g-string in one hand, her other hand between her legs. She was clearly having difficulty putting on her tight g-string and tears ran down her face. “Please sir, oh please, it hurts so much sir!” she pleaded with me pathetically. “I can’t put it on sir. Please may I leave it off..please sir?” I looked down at her and grinned. “Not only do you disobey my order to change, but you have your hand in a place that suggests you’re playing with yourself!” She removed her hand quickly and looked down. “Apart from that, I think you’d better decide which hurts most, your little pussy or the caning you’re going to get if you don’t put it on in ten seconds….which I may add, you’ll get while wearing the g-string as well!” Realising she had no choice she stepped into the garment and pulled it up so the thin cord disappeared between her buttocks. Crying out in pain she pulled the front up so the small leather patch was pressed hard on her pussy, the middle creased as it found it’s way between her pussy lips. Ignoring her crying I sat down and put her over my knee and spanked her hard for a few minutes until my hand was sore. Finally I allowed her up and ordered her to clean the floor, admiring her large soft backside as she scrubbed. The weals were fading and I realised that she would soon be ready for the severe caning we’d awarded her for stealing. Her lessons with Shaun lasted a few hours. Shaun informed us that she had tried very hard and he had only had to use the tawse once on her hands. “I gave her plenty of homework though.” He said grinning. “Got to have an excuse for spanking her later!” An hour later she stood before us in her uniform, ready for her review. Her incomplete homework earned her twelve hard slaps with the hairbrush which Shaun applied to the back of her legs. I still wasn’t satisfied and said so to the others. “In the kitchen she had her hand on her pussy and hadn’t put her g-string on.” I explained. “I spanked her a bit but I don’t consider that punishment enough.” Ben looked at the girl, her knickers and skirt removed. “You filthy bitch!” he snarled at her. “Playing with yourself were you?” The poor girl pleaded with him. “No sir, I wasn’t really sir…I was so sore sir.” Ben smiled. “Rubbing it better were you?” he asked, a cunning smile forming. “Yes sir, please sir..I was just rubbing it better.” She replied, desperation in her voice. Ben lowered his voice. “So you admit it then! You were rubbing your pussy. You dirty little girl!” She started to cry again. Ben took a quick look at her red swollen pussy, then turned her round to examine her bottom. “You deserve a good caning for this but I know my colleague here wants your bum nice and soft for later.” He paused and looked at me. I pulled the girl to me and patted her bum, now almost back to normal. “That’s right,” I said. “I want this bum ready for caning tomorrow!” Sliding me hand between her buttocks I prodded her anus. “You will now strip completely, go to the gym and get in position over the horse.” I explained to her. “I’m going to give you another chance. If you manage to suck Master Shaun again while Master Ben’s fucking you in the ass and do it correctly this time, I’ll let you off your punishment. If you fail again, You’ll receive three shocks up your arse and one up your pussy with the electric prod!” I pointed to the door. “Go and get ready! I want you showered and over the horse in ten minutes!” The little girl ran out of the room and up the stairs to the shower. When we entered the room, she was stretched over the small leather covered vaulting horse as I’d ordered. Ben swiftly secured her and gave her a few hard spanks to get her attention. Shaun was oviously still angry from the last time and wasted no time. Grabbing her hair he yanked her head up and stuck his throbbing prick in her mouth. Doing her best, the young girl gobbled and slurped, trying desperately to please him. Ben had already greased her ass and, pulling her buttocks apart roughly, he thrust his huge dick into her sore anus. Her eyes widened as her ass was stretched open and she muttered a few muffled screams as Ben fucked her hard. Conscious of the fact that she had to keep her mouth busy, the little girl concentrated on givng Shaun’s hot dick plenty of attention. After a few minutes, he groaned and came in her mouth, grabbing her head hard as he thrust himself to the back of her throat. The threat of the awful punishment awaiting her stopped her from gagging and she swallowed his cum, her tongue quickly licking the sticky fluid from his cock. Ben was thrusting forward harder now and pushing her arse up with every jerk. He came deep inside her and held her waist as he rested. I untied her and sent her upstairs for another shower. Later, in bed I decided to give her ass a rest and made her suck me while I ran my hands softly over her expansive backside, nuzzling her soft pussy. “Don’t forget about your caning tomorrow!” I reminded her, as she gobbled my stiff cock. “I think we’ll have it in two parts. Six strokes straight after breakfast and another six in the evening.” I paused as she sucked the tip of my cock hard. “I don’t think you’ll ever steal food again by the time I’ve finished with you!” I relaxed and let myself cum, listening to her little whimpering as she cried. After servicing us all the next morning we eat our breakfast, smiling as the poor girl washed up, her hands shaking, knowing what was to happen. She was in her g-string and we decided to proceed straight to her caning without making her change. I took great delight in lecturing her before making her strip. I pointed to the cupboard. “Fetch me the cane!” I ordered. There was quite a selection to choose from and I made her bring me one of the new ones that had recently arrived. Spread over her small desk, completely naked, I spent a few minutes getting her into position. I aimed the six strokes at top part of her bottom. This time she managed to stay in position, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the desk. The swish and crack of the cane were very loud and I was amazed that she could take so much without jumping up. The last two strokes were the hardest yet and I saw with satisfaction that the weals spanned both buttocks. By the evening, she would have some really vivid bruises. Allowing her to stand I made her put back the cane, then sent the sobbing girl down to the gym with Ben. Arriving after a few minutes I smiled as I saw her on the rowing machine. Ben with his sadistic sense of humour had deliberately chosen the exercise best for reminding her of the pain in her buttocks. The rough plastic seat must have been agony. Still naked, the poor girl was rowing as fast as she could while Ben tapped her pussy menacingly with the end of his electric prod. Ordering her onto a rubber mat, he made her lie down and lift her legs up and over her head until they touched the floor, her hands supporting her back. She opened her legs as far as she could and Ben ran the tip of the wicked prod down her leg and over her pussy before pushing it deep between her buttocks and into her anus. “I don’t think you’re trying hard enough!” he snarled, pressing the button. The jolt of electricity made her scream with pain and she clenched her buttocks tightly as she fought to stay in position. Next, he made her work on the exercise bike for ten minutes before continuing with a session on the leg bench. We watched her sweat as she sat up straight, heavy weights pulling her legs far apart. Ben added another a few more weights, then stood in front of her, tickling her sweaty pussy lips with the tip of the prod. “A bit faster!” he commanded. “Come on girl, close those legs!” The poor girl sobbed as she tried to obey him. “Ten more girl!” he ordered, pushing the prod into her pussy. She managed only another five before suddenly bursting into floods of tears, her legs pulled wide open. “P..please sir..” she wailed pathetically. “Please don’t hurt me! I can’t do any more..please sir..” she continued, looking down at the prod in Ben’s hand. Ben smiled and stroked the red button on the prod handle. “Five to go, so that’s five shocks in the pussy!” he announced. The girl looked at him in horror. I coughed and whispered to Ben that perhaps she’d had enough for now. He winked at me and removed the prod, much to the girl’s relief. “I will postpone your punishment for another time girl!” he said, laughing. He pulled the girl off the machine and led her to the jogging machine where he secured her with short lengths of chain allowing her hands enough movement to reach the control buttons. “Let’s see how far you can run in the next hour!” he said, fiddling with the controls. His hand patted her large bottom, feeling the prominent weals at the top. “Just because you’ve got another six strokes coming doesn’t mean I won’t thrash you if you don’t manage at least ten miles!” He started the machine and we left the little girl running on the moving belt and went upstairs. One hour later we returned to find the girl jogging slowly, sweat running down her naked body. Ben quickly checked the dials. “Just over nine miles.” He muttered, looking at the exhausted, terrified girl in fury. He picked up a riding crop and brought it down hard over the weals already on her buttocks. She screamed and tried to run faster. “Lazy bitch!” he shouted in her ear. “Still not getting through to you am I!” He raised the crop and sliced it down across her shoulders. “Think I want to fuck an arse that’s always black and blue?” he shouted, giving her another blow. “There’s plenty of other places I can punish!” He grabbed one of her nipples and squeezed hard. The girl cried out in pain but didn’t dare stop running. Ben picked up the electric prod and waved it in front of her. “One more hour, and I want to see twenty miles on the clock or you’ll spend the whole night with this up your cunt!” We walked out, laughing at the look on her face. Returning after only fifty minutes we saw she had another three miles to go. It was obvious she’d never make it to twenty miles in the next ten minutes. The girl was stumbling along almost half unconscious. I stopped the machine and untied her. “Go and shower, then get your big ass in the kitchen!” I ordered. “Because of you we’re late and you should have started your cleaning duties over ten minutes ago!” She staggered out of the room and up the stairs. Ten minutes later she entered the kitchen clad in her short teashirt and leather g-string. We had started eating and I ordered the girl to wash what was in the sink and then clean the floor. Finishing my lunch I called her over and picked up a black gym shoe that I’d brought up from the gym. “Your punishment for laziness on the jogging machine will start in one hour.” I announced coldly, looking at her tired face. “However, you must also be disciplined for being late in starting work. Bend over!” Without hesitating, she touched her toes and presented her large bottom to me. I gave her twelve hard slaps over her buttocks and thighs before allowing her to resume her work. An hour later, I went to the living room where she was busy polishing some silver. Grabbing her right buttock I felt the weals and patted the yet unmarked flesh on the lower part of her bottom. “Go to your room, strip and go down to the dungeon!” I commanded, smiling at the look of terror on her face. “Master Ben is waiting for you.” White faced, she obeyed and I heard her sobbing as she ran upstairs. Thirty minutes later I went to the dungeon to see what Ben was doing. He had the girl’s ankles and wrists attached with chains to a large scaffold in the middle of the room and had pulled her onto her toes into a spreadeagled position with her legs as far apart as they’d go and her arms secured above. She was blindfolded and her screams were muffled behind a full mouth gag. Nasty looking clips pinched her small nipples and the clips had short thin chains attached. Examining her closely, I noticed that Ben had inserted some strange looking dildos into her arse and vagina. They were attached to rubber tubes which ran round to a foot-pump. Ben explained. “I found the inflatable dildos and thought of a good use for them.” I laughed. “Well pump them up a bit more then!” Ben worked on the footpump and I watched as the girl started to writhe and scream as the dildos expanded her little vagina and anus. Leaving her to get used to her newly enlarged holes, we went upstairs for a while. After thirty minutes I returned with Ben and we removed the dildos, then released her. She fell on the floor and curled up, sobbing. Ben, ever the sex maniac, looked at his watch and dropped his trousers. “C’mon you bitch!” he snarled, holding his huge cock. You’ve got five minutes till your lessons start with Master Shaun, and I need a blowjob!” Aware of what Ben would do if she showed any hesitation, the small girl knelt up and took him in her mouth. Roughly he grabbed her head and fucked her mouth oblivious to her garbled pleas for him to stop. Having learned the hard way of all our likes and dislikes, she grabbed Ben’s hairy buttocks for support and desperately started to play with his anus, knowing full well that he’d come a lot quicker if she did that. “Little slut knows what I like!” said Ben, smiling. Grunting loudly, he shot his load in her mouth and held her head tightly to stop her letting go. The poor girl was bright red, trying to swallow everything, hardly able to breath. Ben let her go and the small girl gasped for air, yet still managed to massage Ben’s prick until it was soft, licking every drop still left to come. Zipping himself up, Ben ordered the girl to stand. She stood in front of us, naked, her head bowed, spirit totally broken. I looked at my watch. “Better run and put your uniform on girl!” I said severly. “You should have been at your lessons over a minute ago!” Having watched her run up to my room and back down again hurriedly arranging her school uniform, we listened outside the classroom door. Clearly angry at her lateness we heard Shaun’s voice being raised followed by the girl’s plaintive little voice, obviously trying to explain. He must have ordered her to lower her knickers and bend over for there was a long pause before the swish and crack of Shaun’s cane broke the silence. I grinned. We’d already agreed that it was time to push the girl to the limit and Shaun was doing just that. We counted six strokes in total. The girl had managed to remain silent throughout, even though her buttocks must by now be absolute agony. We heard further reprimands from Shaun as he performed his regular inspection of her uniform. He was very fussy. Socks had to be pulled up to exactly the same level, blouse and skirt had to be immaculate and her stretchy navy blue knickers had to be pulled up tight, wedged well between her buttocks and pussy lips. Another long pause, then the sound of his heavy leather tawse slapping down hard six times across her upturned palms. We left them to their lessons for the rest of the afternoon and talked about her future training. A few hours later Shaun entered the living room with the girl following looking sweet in her uniform. I sat her on my lap and put my arm round her, my other hand creeping under her skirt. “Worked her hard today.” said Shaun looking pleased with himself. “Maths, English, History. Bit lazy though!” he added, shaking his head. “She doesn’t try hard enough.” I glanced at him. “How did you ‘encourage’ her?” I asked, smiling. “I spanked her once but she really needs another caning to wake her up!” Shaun replied. The girl looked scared, but her attention was partly on what my hand was doing under her skirt. I was gently stroking her between her legs and she obviously enjoyed it. “Do you want to cane her now?” I asked, “Or shall we wait till later? She’s due for six strokes anyway, so you might as well do it then.” Ben laughed. The thought of the little girl receiving twelve hard strokes of the cane on her already sore backside clearly amused him. Pulling the girl to her feet I sent her to my bedroom to shower and wait for me. I realised that she’d be in no fit state to do anything later and I wanted to make use of her. After dinner I strode to my room and joined her. She was standing to attention by the side of the bed, looking so innocent in her school uniform. I kissed her gently and stood her between my legs, deftly removing her pleated grey skirt. Her large curvaceous bottom seemed to stretch the navy-blue knickers to breaking point. Pulling the sides into the crack between her cheeks, I gave her a ‘wedgie’ and examined her buttocks. With vivid bruises and dark red weals at the top, there were also lighter bruises and red marks right down to the top of her legs. I put my fingers in the waistband and slid her knickers right off. Her pussy was still red and very sore. She flinched as I examined her, my finger probing deeper. “I think we should leave your cunt alone for a while.” I said softly. “We have a guest coming next week and I want your pussy in perfect condition!” I smiled as I thought of the weekend we had planned. A colleague would be coming to stay and had promised to bring his own little girl with them. Turning my attention back to matters in hand, I ordered the girl to kneel on the edge of the bed where I fucked her ass long and hard. A little later we went downstairs to the study. The small girl looked terrified. She knew that she had the next six coming and the thought of Sean giving her six as well was too awful to think about. Sean had brought his cane with him, a lighter one than the nasty senior rattan I intended to use. Sean flexed the cane in his hands and licked his lips. “Let’s hope girl that this will ensure you work a lot harder in my lessons!” He ordered her to lower her knickers to her kness and bend over grasping her ankles. For some reason he preferred this position than having her over the desk. For a second she looked as though she’d plead with him, but obviously thought better of it. Draping her skirt well over her back he ran the cane over her backside. Her buttocks were already covered with bruises and weals. Slowly he let the cane slide down to the back of her thighs just below her bum where her skin was relatively unmarked. He flicked them with the tip of the cane. The girl raised her head slightly and looked round, her eyes full of tears. “Please sir,” she muttered quietly. “Please not there sir..please sir!” Sean Stopped her. “One extra stroke for talking!” he told her calmy. “Now get your head down and keep still!” She hardly had time to obey till the first stroke lashed down on her thighs. Sean gave all six strokes in fast succession The girl screamed in agony as the cane seared virgin flesh. She managed to stay in position but her backside gyrated comically as she moved her thighs desperately trying to lessen the pain. “Two extra strokes for wriggling!” announced Sean, laughing at her discomfort. Taking hold of her knickers he lowered them to her ankles and took them off, then tapped her legs. “Move your legs as far apart as possible. Come on girl!” She obeyed until her feet were spread far apart. Moving back he rested the cane right at the top of her left leg and took aim, holding it higher than before. With a loud swish-crack, it landed on her thigh, the last six inches curling round and catching her right at the top of her inner thigh. The poor girl jumped and almost stood up. She must have realised what might happen if she did, for she grasped her ankles even tighter. Ignoring her screams, Sean caned her again on the same leg before changing his position. A few more strokes and we allowed her to stand, hands on head while we examined the lovely red weals. I made her open her legs more and slid my hand between then feeling the prominent weals raised there. For a few seconds my thumb teased her smooth pussy. Tears were streaming down her face and she must have been desperate to rub her thighs. We waited a while for her sobbing to ease. Knowing that her ordeal was only half over, she looked up and asked in a shaky voice if she could visit the bathroom. “You knew full well about your punishment so you should have gone before.” I said, enjoying her squirming. “You may go if you really have to, but you’ll have a pussy whipping afterwards. You better decide!” She looked at the floor and wept. Not wanting to waste any more time, I ordered her to remove all her clothes. She obeyed immediately, her sobbing intensifying as I picked up the cane. Longer and thicker than the previous ones, it was one of the the most severe canes in the collection. I stroked her small immature nipples and talked quietly to her. “While I’m caning you, you must keep your bottom as still as possible. I have to aim between the marks you already have. If the cane lands on top of a bruise it might break the skin and I don’t want to do that. ..At least not yet!” I mutterd quietly, glancing at Ben. Something inside her erupted and she collapsed onto the floor, crying hysterically and begging me not to hurt her any more. For a few minutes it was impossible to speak to her, but finally losing my patience I signalled to Ben and Shaun and they each grabbed an arm and hauled her to her feet. I held her chin in one hand and lowered my other hand to her pussy, tickling it to get her attention. “How old are you girl?” I asked quietly. She looked at me through a haze of tears. “T..ten sir.” She replied, her voice shaking. I shook my head. “The girl before you was only eight and she once had twenty four strokes followed by a pussy whipping!” I smiled at the memory. “Your bum is bigger than hers! For your behaviour I should really double the number of strokes, but I want your backside nice and white in one week so I guess that’s out of the question.” I paused. “You have a choice. You take your punishment followed by an hour in the dungeon or we tie you down for your caning and then put you in the dungeon all night.” I allowed her a few more seconds to cry before leading her over to the wall. I placed a bench in front of the desk and ordered her to kneel on it and lay across the desk, knees well apart, bum sticking up high. She held the edge of the desk lid and gritted her teeth. I rested the cane on the lower half of her bum and aimed between two red weals. The swishing noise of the cane was a lower pitch than the others and as it landed across her buttocks the force of the blow pushed her further over the desk. She barely had time to scream before the next stroke followed. Her hands were scrabbling about on the desk lid and she hit her head on it as trying to somehow control the pain. The cane left wide nasty-looking weals that would turn into bruises within minutes. The third stroke landed and the small girl arched her back and rolled off the desk onto the floor. I shouted at her, furious at this lack of self-control. “Get back into position this instant you naughty girl!” She looked up as though in a dream, her face contorted in agony. Ben, impatient to get her down to the dungeon, lifted her up and almost threw her back over the desk. I spent a while getting her back into position and had to threaten her with a pussy whipping to make her stick her bum up. I slashed the cane down over her buttocks now too angry to care where it fell. I wanted to give her three extra strokes but they followed each other so fast I don’t think she even realised. I ordered her up and made her stand still while I admired her large backside, now completely covered with black and red ridges. “You have sixty seconds to visit the bathroom!” I told her, opening the door. The sobbing girl ran out still naked and returned with one second to go. “Did you wash and dry your pussy?” I asked. Her pussy lips looked wet. “N..no sir..sorry sir..I didn’t have time sir..” she mumbled through her tears. “Well go straight back and do it then!” After another minute she ran back panting glancing at us with frightened eyes. “Is your pussy clean now?” I asked with mock politeness. “Y…yes sir..please sir..it is sir..” she stammered. I picked up Sean’s cane and flexed it., enjoying the look of disbelief on her face. “You know the rules about hygiene.” I said in a matter of fact voice. “For not cleaning yourself after visiting the toilet you must be caned. Bend over!” She stood in a trance until Ben grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her over. “Grip your ankles bitch!” he hissed, keeping a firm grip. Raising the cane I started beating the backs of her legs. Unable to hold her position after the first stroke, I asked Ben to help. A giant of a man, he picked her up and lay her on her back over the larger of the two desks. Then grabbing her ankles he pulled her legs back over her head, as though to prepare her for a pussy whipping. With her thighs now at a perfect angle I continued to thrash her for a few minutes not even bothering to count the strokes. Her screams had changed to a high pitched moaning and I eventually ceased, my arm aching and allowed Ben to carry her down to the dungeon. “A bucket of cold water will soon have her wide awake.” he said chuckling. I called to him as he left. “Don’t beat her any more tonight Ben. We have visitors next week remember? We want her presentable.” He stopped. “It’ll have to be the electric prod then.” he said laughing. “ Thirty minutes later Sean and I made our way down to the dungeon. Even half way down the stairs we could hear the girl’s shrill voice pleading with Ben. He had her on her back again, her legs over her head, but this time he’d used a set of wooden stocks to hold her in position. Basically two heavy slabs of wood hinged together at one end, they had a series of holes through which passed her head, arms and knees. To fit her knees through the stocks, her legs were held tightly against her chest. In her doubled up position all we could see on entering was her large bum with a sore looking pussy and anus exposed. Walking round to her head, hidden by the stocks, we saw Ben fitting a full mouth gag on the girl. “Her bloody screamin’s giving me a headache.” He explained “And I’ve hardly started!” The young girl’s eyes met mine and they seemed to plead for mercy. Having inserted the gag, Ben returned to the ‘business end’ and ran his hand over her buttocks, completely covered with sore looking weals. “We’ve just had a bit of fun with the inflatable dildos,” he explained. I’m about to start the finale now.” He picked up two electric prods. “Anyone care to fuck her before I start?” The bench she was secured to was just the right height and needed no adjusting as Sean dropped his trousers and rubbed his hard cock against the girls pussy. As he entered her, we saw her squirm and a muffled scream escaped her gag. A few minutes later and Sean buttoned his trousers while Ben slowly inserted the prods into her two holes. Although the stocks hid her head from us, she must have guessed what Ben was doing, for she started to make high pitched noises and Ben had to push quite hard to get the prod past her anal sphincter muscle. Signalling to Ben that he should wait, I walked to her head and knelt down, stroking her hair. I kissed her cheek, wet from tears, and talked quietly to her. “I really don’t want to do this you know, but you really have been a very naughty girl. All I ask is complete obedience. Sometimes that means a very sore bottom, and I expect you to take your punishment without making a fuss. Now you’re finding out what happens to little girls who make a fuss!” I paused. “Will you promise in future to accept your punishment, no matter how many strokes I have to give you?” She grunted loudly behind the gag and nodded her head, her eyes desperately pleading with me. I smiled. “Well I hope that this will be the last time that we have to do this to you!” I stood up and walked to Ben. “How many do you reckon Ben?” He thought for a few seconds. “I reckon five in each hole should do the trick.” He replied, licking his lips. “I’ll space them out randomly over the next half an hour, then bring her upstairs. I stayed just long enough to see Ben start the first one-the high voltage ripping through her immature vagina and the muffled screams of agony. Not being too fond of these torture sessions, yet realising their necessity, I left the room and went to my room. I was reading in bed when Ben brought the girl to me. She hobbled slowly into the room, supported by Ben’s arm. I lay her down, still naked, and covered her with the sheet. Gently, I stroked her still quivering body. Although the pain in her vagina and anus must have been intense, I knew that she would be perfectly okay in a few days. The next week was quite different for all of us. We wanted her body to be in a perfect state for our visitor and we realised that we had to reduce the number of beatings to avoid bruises close to the date. Having discussed the matter at some length we decided that all serious punishments would be postponed to a later date, but as a temporary measure we would have to use the electric prod up her arse. This would leave no marks. Since Ben had already rigged up his do-it-yourself punishment stool in the gym with the electric prod sticking up through the centre, we moved it up to the living room and merely had to order the girl to use it whenever necessary. Any extra punishments were jotted down on a small blackboard in the study. Under three headings: School canings, Severe canings and Pussy whippings, the girl had to add a number whenever so ordered, and left in no doubt that these punishments would be administered at a later date. After almost six days, the score was impressive and I had to explain to the tearful girl that they would not all occur on the same day. “Your canings and pussy whippings will be spaced out over a few days.” I said. “Your pain threshold has increased and your skin is finally getting used to frequent bruising.” I smiled. “You may not realise it yet girl, but you’ll soon be able to take regular pussy whippings!” I winked at Saun and Ben. “In a few days we’ll start giving you some injections to help those little titties to grow.” I took her small undeveloped nipple and squeezed it. On the day our friend was due, we kept the girl busy all day cleaning and polishing. After lunch I supervised her in the shower and checked her all over. Her buttocks were in perfect condition and her pussy was a soft pinky colour. Her bumhole was a little red, after being used extensively during the week, but otherwise quite presentable. I took her to the bedroom and dressed her. Under a smart looking white blouse and short blue skirt I made her wear a white lace girdle, thin white stockings and suspenders. No knickers or thong left her pussy and buttocks open to the air and easily accessible. She looked so innocent yet so sexy. When the doorbell rang I told her to stand in the living room and be ready to serve the champagne. Our guest was Rob, a Dutch colleague whom we’d met many years ago. We shook hands and he introduced us to Kali, a young girl standing timidly at his side. She was obviously of Asian origin and was about eight years old, rather plump with long black hair. I took her light coat and smiled at her attire. She wore a beautiful pink frock that just covered the top of her thighs. What made us stare though, was the fact that she already had well developed breasts. Rob had clearly been busy with the hormone injections. We sat down and I presented our girl who handed him a glass. Kali sat on the floor by his feet and crossed her legs. She was wearing yellow knickers with teddy bears on them and looked adorable. We talked about business, our own problems with finding new girls and the difficulties of training them to an acceptable standard. It soon became apparent that whereas we preferred the use of traditional methods to shape our young slaves, our friend was given to the use of drugs and other methods to instill discipline.I nodded to his girl. “So how does Kali rate then? Is she obedient?” Rob laughed. “Well she does almost everything I tell her.” He said, stroking her hair. “But to be honest I would prefer her to be a little more obedient-without the use of drugs.” He smiled. “They’re becoming so expensive now. I’ve just about weaned her off them and that’s one of the reasons I’m here.” Ben looked interested. “Oh yes. How can we help?” He grinned, already guessing the answer. “Well, I was wondering if you’d like to take her in hand for a week and see what you can do.” Said Rob, looking at each of us in turn. “I’m not really an expert in what you call corporal punishment, but I’ve seen the benefits so many times that I think it must be worth trying.” We chatted about our methods and soon agreed on a plan. Rob would take our girl for a week, down to his place on the coast, and we would keep Kali with us- to learn obedience the traditional way. Deciding to take charge, I ordered Kali to stand up. An enquiring look at Rob and he waved his hand. “Please, do as you please with her.” I thanked him and invited him to examine our girl. “You’re our guest tonight Rob, so please treat her as your own!” I stood the little Kali in front of me and slipped my hands under her frock. “First rule in this house, young lady, knickers come off!” I slipped her yellow knickers down and off. She pouted and looked hurt. I looked at Rob. “Rob, I’m sorry, but we really should start the training immediately, otherwise she won’t understand. Do you mind if we start the punishments now?” Rob had a faraway look in his eyes. He had lifted the front of our girl’s skirt and was admiring her succulent pussy. “Please take her to your room and enjoy yourself Rob!” I said, laughing. “She’ll do whatever you want.” I paused. “She’s used to corporal punishment, so feel free to beat her as hard as you like. She’ll show you where we keep the canes and things.” Sean showed them to the spare room and returned quickly. “Now little girl, let’s have a look at those nice titties you’ve got,” I said, feeling them through the frock. She stepped back and crossed her arms across her chest. “Oh dear, you’re not going to be difficult I hope!” Ben took her arm and pulled her back gently. “From now on every time you don’t obey an order, you will be punished.” I explained. “Before we continue, I want to see your little pussy. Lift your dress up to your tummy!” She looked confused and was obviously nervous about what to do. Hesitantly, she lifted the front of her frock. “Higher!” I ordered. With a hurt expression, she obeyed slowly and we admired her lovely smooth pussy lips. Fortunately the hormones used to enlarge her breasts had no effect on her genitalia. I made her open her legs wider and stroked her between her legs. She immediately sighed with pleasure and twisted slightly so my hand was on top of her pussy. We looked at each other in surprise. “Turn around and bend over.” I ordered, removing my hand. Ben took her shoulders and pushed her over, till she was in the correct position. Her backside was as plump as our own girl’s bum. I prodded her bumhole and watched it twitch. “Where do you like being fucked best?” I asked. “In your arse or in your pussy?” There was a small silence, then her little voice, “In my pussy sir.” She replied timidly. I stood her up. “Take off your dress!” Realising she had no choice, she pulled her frock up and over her head. We all gasped in astonishment at the sight of her beautiful breasts. Ben reached over and touched one of her nipples. The small girl jumped and backed away. I looked at Ben. “You know Ben, I really think she needs a good spanking. Would you oblige please?” Ben grinned. We looked at the girl and laughed. Life was good. |