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SO MANY LITTLE PLEASURES Disclaimer: Tom Clancy and Frederick Forsyth write about wars, terrorists and torture, but to my knowledge they don’t actually go round shooting people. I write about the abuse of kids but the thought of someone hurting a child in real life is just sickening. The kids in my stories are not real. My stories are the result of a crazy imagination. In the stories, kids accept their situation, endure severe pain and still manage to get sexually aroused. In real life they would probably faint, become hysterical and go into shock. So read and enjoy my stories but please remember that it’s only fiction. Introduction When I was left the family house, complete with the small fortune that came with it, I didn’t at first realise how lucky I was. That is, until I discovered just how useful my father’s cellar complex could be. Long ago, my grandfather converted the enormous basements and cellars into habitable areas, complete with electricity supply, ventilation and rather elaborate decor. My father continued this tradition; in fact he spent a large amount of money on refining the huge complex that now existed below the house. Of course, due to local tax laws, all of this was a closely guarded secret. The authorities knew nothing of my father’s offices, gyms, wine cellars, music rooms and other treasures hidden under our old house. Now that I’ve inherited the house and have enough money to make me a gentleman of leisure, I use these hidden chambers a great deal. Finding kids to fuck My favourite boys are between four and nine, not skinny, slightly plump, pretty with large firm thighs and pert half-moon buttocks that tend to stick out. Girls, I prefer a little older, between six and ten, plenty of meat, large buttocks-and a soft looking mouth. I do my homework well. Having an impressive collection of cars and trucks complete with stick-on false plates, signs and other disguises, I spend some weeks examining schools when the kids are arriving and leaving. I choose my victim with care. He or she will walk to or from home on their own. I don’t rush it, but I stay in the area, always at least two hundred miles from my house, staying in cheap hotels, until I’m sure I have the perfect specimen. With boys, it’s easy. I scatter a few brightly coloured Action Man boxes behind the truck and ask the kid if he’d like to earn himself a free toy by helping me pick them up. Open door, chloroform pad, velcro bindings. Piece of cake. For the little girls I put a few small kittens and food down and ask the girls to help me catch the baby kitten under the truck. Usually it works no problem. The first dose of chloroform keeps them asleep for about two hours. After that I use an eye dropper to add more chloroform to the pad when they seem to be waking up. When I get home I take them, still sleeping, straight to their room and remove their clothes, replacing them with a short thin nightgown. On the chair next to the bed I place the clothes they are to wear in the morning. For girls, the regulation short grey pleated skirt, white blouse and knickers, navy blue or red. For boys I put thin grey shorts, white teashirt and white, red or light blue underpants. There is always a bottle of viagra pills on top. I do like the boys to perform well! ----- The 1st Day Today the girl is about nine or ten, light brown hair, rather plump. Her bottom is enormous and I smile as I imagine thrashing it. Lifting her nightgown higher I admire her sweet pre-pubescent pussy, smooth and fleshy, typical for most young girls. I put a teddy bear next to her in the bed for comfort. Next to the bed I place old towels and water. The chloroform usually makes the child nauseous and I have to be prepared. The room is comfortable and simple. A dimmer switch controls the two lights. On the wall opposite the bed is a large clock with second hands. There is a small cupboard for clothes, and a dressing table. On the wall there are three hooks upon which hang a black gymshoe, a medium sized paddle and a junior cane. An archway leads to a small room with a shower, toilet and bidet at one end, a small fridge, cupboard, sink and table at the other. The small girl sleeps through the night occasionally waking for a few seconds before dozing off again. About 7am she wakes up and I stand ready with the towels. Fortunately she doesn’t vomit but comes too slowly, sitting up in bed and rubbing her eyes. My first words are firm and reassuring. I use complicated expressions that sound impressive, include references to tests, special schools, experiments, poor behaviour etc. I make it clear that I am her teacher, she is in a special school for at least two weeks, I expect obedience, good behaviour and hard work. Now the shock hits her. Tears, crying, calls for mommy. I allow her to cry for a few minutes, then calmly repeat all I have said. I don’t rush things. I make it clear that she will be allowed to leave in a few weeks if I am satisfied with her progress. No more explanations. I repeat this until she calms down. I order her quietly out of bed and show her the bathroom and then the table on which I have already placed bread, jam and milk. I keep the instructions simple. Details will have to wait. She will make her bed, eat breakfast and wash her plate and tidy up. Then she will shower and put on her clothes. I point to the chair. If they don’t fit, I will change them. I show her the clock. At nine o’clock exactly she must be ready and standing next to her bed. I will come and inspect what she has done and take her to the office for her ‘medical’ examination. At nine exactly I enter. She is standing next to the bed. Her eyes look sore. She’s been crying again. I tell her to stand up straighter and examine her uniform. A little tight but it will do. I tell her to follow me as I inspect the room. Bed not made to my high standards, crumbs on the table, sink not wiped, soap not in holder, nightgown not folded. I show her exactly what she has to do next time, then draw her attention to the implements hanging on the wall. Since this is the first day, I will be lenient, but normally, such behaviour will result in corporal punishment. She gazes at the objects, her eyes widening. Medical examination Ordering her to follow me I take her to my office which contains a large oak desk, examination table, and various pieces of apparatus which she looks at in wonder. I start off by gently taking her pulse, measuring her height and weight. I look in her mouth and ears and search her scalp for signs of headlice. Picking up my stethoscope I smile and undo the last couple of buttons of her blouse. This moment is always interesting. I lift up the front of her blouse and listen to her heart. She looks at me anxiously, embarrassed but too young to really understand why. I leave her blouse on but then ask her quietly to take off her skirt. She looks a little shocked and asks me why. I explain that I cannot examine her properly with it on. I lower my voice and explain very carefully that she is not to question my orders, but obey without hesitation. She lowers her skirt and steps out of it. I ask her to fold it up neatly and place it on the chair. On my command she lifts each leg which I look at carefully. I pull her knickers up so the material disappears into the crack between her buttocks. She bends over and touches her toes. I order her to straighten her legs which she manages to do. Although rather plump, the girl is quite fit. Standing her up straight I take the waistband of her knickers in my hands and start to pull them down. She grabs my hands to stop me, pouting, tears in her eyes. I stop and talk to her gently but firmly. I need to take her knickers off to finish the examination. If she behaves like this once more, she will be severely punished. I order her to put her hands on her head out of the way and start taking her knickers down. I always do this very slowly. I love the way the girl trembles as I roll the tight knickers down over her large backside. Kneeling down I pull the back of her knickers to the top of her legs, then ease the front of her knickers very slowly down to the same level. As I expose her smooth little pussy the girl squirms as the feel of the cold air tells her that everything is on show. I remove the knickers completely and throw them on the chair. Lifting her onto the examination table I go to wash my hands, reminding her to keep her hands on her head. She is embarrassed, but even more so when I return. Lying her down, I put my hands under her knees, open her legs and bring her knees right up to her chest, ordering her to support them with her hands and keep them as far apart as possible. The realisation of how she must look in this position makes the girl start to cry. Her most intimate areas are now as fully exposed as they possibly can be. I allow her a minute to cry, soothing her with reassuring words and stroking her thighs. I adjust her position slightly reminding her to keep her knees against her chest and open as much as she can. After caressing the inside of her thighs for a while I turn my attention to her pussy, keeping up a scientific-sounding commentary as I do so. I part the lips and explore deeper with my fingers. Her clitoris is so small but I feel it harden slightly as I gently flick it a few times. After a few minutes I feel her start to relax a little. She is too small and innocent to realise what’s happening. Softly I inform her that I will have to examine her pussy very often. I lower my hand to her bottom and run my finger over her little puckered anus. She shivers. Slowly I stroke it telling her that I have to examine inside here as well but only after she’s learned how to wash it correctly. Finally I order her off the table and tell her to stand to attention, hands by her sides. I talk to her for a few minutes about her examination and the importance of staying fit and healthy. She is still embarrassed as I cast frequent glances at her young pussy and I see her hands twitching as she fights the urge to cover herself. Finally I inform her that she is never to put her hands near her private parts. Whenever her knickers are down she is to stand up straight with her legs a little apart and ensure that her pussy is ready for inspection. Without waiting to see if she has fully understood, I tell her to get dressed, then sit down at my desk and stand her in front of me. Introduction to discipline I talk to her about discipline. There is only one type of punishment I use. This is corporal punishment applied to her bare bottom, either a simple spanking or using the implements she has already seen in her room. She must never rub her bottom until I give her permission. As part of her training she has to experience this. She looks scared and confused but I quickly assure her that each one will be applied very lightly and she will be allowed to keep her knickers on. I move my chair back and pat my lap. First a spanking. I order her over my lap, taking her hand and pulling her down until she is right over, my right leg raised to lift her bum a little higher. I pull her skirt back and start to spank her plump bottom, very lightly at first but slowly increasing the force. After a few minutes I feel her start to wriggle and allow her up. I order her to bring the gymshoe hanging on the wall which she does, rather reluctantly. Over my knee and soon she is wriggling again and starting to cry. I can feel her bottom getting hotter under her knickers. She replaces the slipper and brings me the paddle, already crying and asking me not to smack her bottom with it. Over my lap again and I start off with a few gentle swats, increasing them almost imperceptibly until she starts to whimper, then starts wriggling her large bottom about and begging me to stop. I finish off with a few real stingers then make her put it back and bring me the cane. I stand up and flex it in my hands. I look at the scared little girl before me and order her to bend over and stick her bottom out as far as possible. She cries for a few seconds and I have to tell her again. Reluctantly she touches her toes and sticks her bum up. Her short skirt barely covers her buttocks but I pull it well back. I give her six very light strokes, the last one catching a bit of her bottom not protected by her knickers and making her jump. I allow her to stand, her hands by her sides. She thinks it’s over. Bending the cane, I order her to take her knickers off. She looks confused, scared and even defiant for a few seconds before slowly reaching under her skirt, taking off her knickers and placing them on the chair. I explain. I am very disappointed by her behaviour and have decided that the last six strokes will be hard ones and will be given on her bare bottom. Ignoring her sobbing, I order the girl to bend over and I lift her skirt back again, exposing her expansive chubby bottom, already reddened. She is totally unused to real corporal punishment. The first stroke swishes down and cracks loudly across the middle of her backside. She jumps up howling and prances comically around the room clasping her bum, tears running down her cheeks. I sigh. It’s always the same. Children these days have no idea what a real caning is. I allow her a while to stop jumping around. Her sobbing quietens a little and I sit and ask her to listen to me. Quietly, I ask her if she thinks that she can take another five strokes like that without making a fuss. She doesn’t answer but begs me not to hurt her again, promising to be a good girl, to try harder, all the usual promises they make. Standing up, I remove her skirt. She doesn’t object. Her hands are furiously rubbing the red weal spanning both buttocks. Tied down for her first caning I lead her over to a large piece of equipment I have in my study, a short padded bench with various bars attached that had originally been used in a weight training gym and which I have modified for another purpose. She is barely aware of what I’m doing as I gently order her to lie face down along the bench. One end of the bench is curved slightly up and her bum hangs over the end. I reach down and secure her with a wide leather belt. Within seconds, her arms are tied to bars at the front and her legs are secured at the knees and ankles to other padded bars at the sides. By raising, lowering or widening whichever part of the apparatus I desire, I adjust her position until her bare bottom is sticking up at the perfect angle, the position of her legs ensuring that her buttocks are thrust out without being clenched. The bars supporting her legs can also be moved sideway for opening her legs as wide as I want. Although primarily for punishment sessions, the bench is very useful for children who are uncooperative when being examined or fucked for the first time. As the realisation of what I’ve done hits her she cries and asks me what I’m doing. I’m not in a hurry. Going to the front I place a blinfold over her eyes and a gag in her mouth. Too much screaming gives me a headache. I go to my desk and read for a while until she calms down. I come back and enjoy the view from behind. Her legs apart, her bum up high ready for the cane. I reach down and stroke her sweet little pussy reminding her of her punishment. Not only will she receive six strokes, she will also have a good paddling to warm her bottom up first. I fetch the paddle and enjoy watching how her buttocks twitch as I run the paddle over them. I make a mental note to use this equipment more. It’s so much easier with the child strapped down unable to move. Oblivious to her muffled screams I paddle alternate buttocks until they change to a deep crimson. Realising her cries have no effect on me, her screams change to a low sobbing, punctuated by the loud slap of the paddle on yet unpunished areas of her bum. Finally I stop and return to my desk, allowing her ten minutes to rest. Her sobbing is now a low moan. I pick up the cane and run the tip down between her buttocks, prodding her sweaty little pussy. A little weary now I decide to speed things up. The first stroke takes her breath away and the second arrives before she even starts screaming. Although well secured, her buttocks writhe frantically as I cane them. Pleased with the nice collection of red-blue weals I check she is still secured tightly, then go upstairs for an hour. On my return the sobbing has stopped. She seems to be sleeping. The small girl has soaked the front of the bench with tears. I admire her scarred buttocks, running my finger along the weals. Glancing down between her legs I notice something dripping onto the floor. She has wet herself. I stroke her head asking her if she knows that she’s peed herself. She mumbles something incoherent from behind the gag and whimpers. I feel a little sorry for her but know that I can’t allow this to go unpunished. I fetch the gymshoe and give her twelve hard slaps on the back of her legs. Reaching between her legs I dry her with some tissue, then pinch her pussy lips hard between my fingers. She squeals loudly. I tell her that if this happens again I will beat her on her pussy. Spanked again I send her to her room giving her twenty minutes to make and eat something. I know that she is too young to do this very well but I don’t care. In her room I inspect everything, finding marks on the table and a knife not put away. I take her around, explaining her duties in more detail. We reach the table. I show her the marks, then the knife she’s forgotten to put back in the drawer. I watch as she wipes the table and removes the knife. I sit on the bed and hold her hand. She must do better. Reaching under her skirt I slide her knickers down. Tears form in her eyes. She looks so sweet and vulnerable. I hold her close and kiss her, my hand caressing her soft buttocks. I ease her over my lap and spank her for a few minutes, not too hard. Finished, I remove her knickers completely then her skirt and blouse. I send her to stand in the corner, hands on head and go and eat lunch. Cleaning her bum On my return I ask her if she needs to use the toilet. I’ve guessed correctly. She is uneasy about me watching but I order her to get on with it and she has a crap. After she has wiped her bottom and washed her hands, I talk to her about hygiene. From now on I will inspect her private parts a few times every day and I expect them to be clean. I introduce her to the routine she will use for her anal hygiene. On the shelf above the bidet is a simple enema device. I show her how to use it to inject warm water into her anus and clench and unclench her buttocks for a few minutes. She obviously hates having to stick the rubber nozzle into her bottom and I chuckle as she lets it all out into the toilet. We haven’t finished. I hand her a suggestively shaped bar of soap and order to sit on the bidet and stick it up as far as possible. She has trouble accommodating this and it is only the threat of a caning for disobedience that makes her finally stick it all the way in. The last stage involves a repeat of the enema to remove all the soap and a few minutes on the bidet using her hands to wash her bottom all over. Having ensured she understands my instructions, I watch as she wipes everything clean. Sitting on the bed again I kiss her little nose and talk about her other private bits. She reddens as I describe how I want her to wash her little pussy every time she uses the bathroom. My hand moves down and I stroke her pussy lips with my fingers. Her eyes widen and I realise she is far too young to understand. My finger slowly eases its way further and pokes her cherry. I want her to wash everywhere with plenty of soap, as far as she can. Put to work I stand. Normally the morning is for schoolwork and PE, the afternoon for her cleaning duties and evenings for sex education. Since her cleaning jobs would dirty her clothes she will work wearing only an old teashirt and a g-string. I take the items from a drawer and place them on the bed. She has 5 minutes to put these on and come to the study ready for work. She arrives in tears. She has guessed correctly how to put on the g-string but can’t believe it’s meant to be like that. I laugh and examine her. It is rather tight, but it will stretch. The thin cord is hidden deep between her buttocks and the small leather triangle at the front hugs her pussy tightly. I lead her to the cupboard where I keep the mops, brooms, rags and buckets, then show her the large basin. She will wipe everywhere with moist cloths, sweep all the floors, wash them, polish them and then report to the study. I want to see her working hard at all times, lots of sweat and hard work. She will not stop for a second. I order her on her hands and knees. When in this position I want her back down and her bum sticking up, knees well apart. Occasionally I check to see she’s working hard. She handles the broom in a way so typical of a small child and I have to suppress a laugh. After an hour I walk quietly along the corridor. She is crouching down on all fours with a cloth in her hand, not moving. She looks around and sees me. Her arm is aching she explains. She looks tired but still has one hour to go. I have something that will help her. Going to the study I return with the gymshoe and beat her backside. I order her to continue her work while I am beating her. I don’t want to waste time. I leave the sobbing little girl furiously rubbing the floor, her freshly reddened bottom sticking up. When I inspect what she has done, I am not satisfied, but decide not to punish her. I show her what she must do better next time, then order her to her room for a shower. She must report to the schoolroom in thirty minutes. Learning to suck cock in school In the schoolroom I switch on the television and start the VCR. It’s a hard core film showing women giving and talking about blowjobs, the best way to do it, why they should swallow, how to improve their techniques etc. Nothing is left to the imagination. When the film finishes I rewind the tape and place a list of simple questions in front of the girl. She is to watch the film again, then she will answer the questions to see if she has understood it. In her best handwriting, I remind her smiling. One hour later I return and read her answers. I struggle to decipher her babyish hanwriting. She seems to have grasped what happens though in her innocence she doesn’t truly understand. I remind her what I consider to be important points. She must perform the blowjob with pleasure, she must treat the man’s cream as though it’s the most delicious thing in the world and finally, it must all go into her mouth without a single drop being spilt or wasted. Her homework tonight is straightforward. She will give me a blowjob and I will award marks out of ten for effort, attitude and performance. My rules for homework are simple. Nine out of ten is acceptable, eight results in twelve slaps with the gymshoe, seven likewise with the paddle, six gets six with the cane and lower marks than this will receive twelve with the cane plus all the other punishments together. I take her back to her room and give her a small box containing make-up and cheap perfume. On her bed I have placed a short black nightie. She has ten minutes to get ready then come to my sitting room at the end of the corridor. I smile at the confused look on her face. So much for her to take in, she hardly knows what she’s supposed to do. Homework I’m sitting in my armchair, a drink in my hand when I hear a timid knock at the door. The little girl enters slowly and I look at her in astonishment. The nightie is far too short and just covers her tummy, allowing a nice view of her cute little pussy. She has obviously played with her mother’s makeup before now. She has done well, red lipstick, a touch of mascara, rouge and even her nails painted red. I smile. A few days ago this sweet little girl would have been doing this innocently in her mommy’s bedroom, barbie doll by her side. Now she was about to give her first blowjob with the possibility of a severe beating if she didn’t perform well. I wave my hand indicating to her to turn around. Her bare bum is not very red now, though the weals are still quite prominent. I wondered if there will be even more weals before she goes to bed. I am not squeamish when it comes to beating bottoms. If a bottom deserves thrashing I administer a sound beating no matter how many weals are already there. I stand up and tell the girl to unzip me and take my trousers off. Her hands shake as she obeys, her gaze fixed on my bulging underpants. I take her hand and press it to the bulge. Quietly I tell her to remember the film and what I said afterwards. Now take my pants off. She swallows and shakes a little as she slides my pants down. As my throbbing erection sticks up she freezes as if only just aware of what she’s doing. I sit down on the edge of my chair, open my legs and lean back. Nothing happens for a few seconds, then I feel her little hands touching my cock. She is trying to copy the women in the film. I smile and close my eyes. For a while I feel only her soft hands exploring my cock and balls, then suddenly her small mouth covers the tip. I stroke her hair and instruct her further. More tongue here, suck harder, caress the balls, faster now. For a first time she is doing well though I am already mentally listing things she can improve. I feel myself starting to come and open my eyes to see how she copes. The rush of semen seems to surprise her and she gags as it fills her mouth. She forgets about swallowing and splutters, allowing some cum to run back down my cock. I moan with pleasure as her tongue rubs my swollen glans, but already angry with her not swallowing fast enough. I feel a trickle of semen running down my leg and order her to lick it up, then instruct her to lick around my cock until she’s got rid of all traces of the sticky fluid. Finally I make her suck me for a few more minutes while I write a few notes. Punished for not swallowing Ordering her to get up and stand next to the chair I go through the list I’ve made and explain how she can improve next time. I pause. At first I was going to award her eight out of ten but by not keeping all the cream in her mouth she had lost a lot of points. My hand strokes her little pussy while I talk, then moves round to her large bottom. I can only give her six out of ten and frankly she’s lucky it’s not even lower. She will go to the study and get into position over the punishment bench. She looks at me in terror and starts to cry. Before she can say anything I remind her what will happen if she hesitates in obeying my order. She leaves the room sobbing. I pour myself a large whisky and relax for another ten minutes before going to the study. The small girl is in position, crying softly. I fasten the straps and adjust the bench again before putting a gag on her. I don’t bother with a blindfold this time. Her nightie has ridden right up her back, her large pert bottom sticking out provocatively. Swishing the cane through the air I inform her that she will receive six strokes of the cane for poor homework. I cane her hard, aiming the last few strokes at the lower part of her bottom where I know they’ll hurt more when she sits down. Giving her twenty minutes to regain some composure, I release her and order her to her room. She has thirty minutes to wash the make-up off, prepare a sandwich, eat it, shower, clean up, put on her nightgown and be ready for inspection before bed. Exactly thirty minutes later I enter her room. She is standing next to the bed panting, obviously having finished just in time. I examine her closely. She has a slight smudge of lipstick on her cheek and mascara under her eyes. I order her to wash her face again while I continue the inspection. Her shower unit has not been wiped, there are crumbs under the table and her uniform is not folded neatly enough. I note all these in my book and sit on the bed calling her to stand in front of me. I list the faults. She sees that I’m angry and starts to cry before I’ve even finished. She deserves twelve with the paddle but I feel tired. I tell her that she will get up early tomorrow at seven thirty, remove her nightgown and go straight to the punishment bench for her paddling. She is to stay in position until I arrive. I put her to bed and kiss her softly. ----- The 2nd Day No escape! Next morning I enter the study at eight, expecting the girl to be there. No sign of her. On the wall is a panel with lights indicating the security system. One is blinking. I sigh and walk down the corridor to a large door. All doors in and out of this part of the complex are designed like airlocks. Once through, the door locks itself and a code must be entered to open the second door. The little girl is sitting against the wall, hugging her knees, crying quietly to herself. Dressed in her uniform, she’s obviously been there some time. She sees me open the door and starts sobbing hysterically, calling for her mommy. I watch her for a few minutes before quietly telling her to stand up. I take her gently by the hand and lead her to her room. I sit her on my knee and stroke her hair, explaining that she is here for own good. Two weeks of good behaviour and she will be allowed home, but while here she must obey the rules. We will discuss this more later but now I want her to do what I told her last night. Seeing her hands shake, I unbutton her blouse for her, allowing her to remove it. I pull her skirt down and then her knickers. She is crying harder knowing what I plan to do. Leading the naked little girl to the study I push her gently over the punishment bench and take my time with the restraints. Before putting the gag on her, I kneel down and talk to her quietly. I list what she has done wrong. Late for punishment, gross disobedience, out of her room without permission, wrongly dressed but most importantly, attempting to leave the school premises. The punishments for some of these will be administered after her paddling, but the last crime is so serious I will have to be think about it. Punished I give her twelve slaps with the paddle and wait ten minutes for her to calm down. Her backside is a blazing red, the wide restraining belt across her lower back keeps her in place. I tell her that she will now receive twenty four slaps with the gymshoe, another twelve with the paddle and finally, six stokes of the cane. About thirty minutes later I replace the cane on its hook. Her formerly white buttocks are now a mass of swollen red flesh, crisscrossed with red-blue weals. Going to my desk I take a tube of ointment, a topical anaesthetic, which I spread thinly all over her sore bottom. Her crying is now a constant moan, muffled by the gag. I wait for the ointment to work then allow her up. She stands before me as though drugged, her face red and blotchy with tears. She will now return to her room, have breakfast, shower and change. I will arrive in twenty minutes. Late for school When I enter she stands nervously by the bed, her eyes red. I inspect her uniform, then her room. Apart from a little dust I find nothing wrong. I congratulate her and order her to follow me to the schoolroom. Taking my place at the large desk I face the small girl, standing straight waiting for permission to sit down. I smile and point to the clock. What time is it? It is nine thirty. I ask her why she is late for her lessons. She looks confused, then scared. She is late because of her behaviour earlier. I will not tolerate lateness. I order her to the front and tell her to take her knickers down and bend over. She cannot believe what is happening. The thought of her sore swollen buttocks receiving further punishment is almost impossible to contemplate. She begs me not to cane her and I wave my hand to silence her. She receives six strokes here or we go to the punishment bench and she has twelve. In any case she has already earned extra for hesitating. Her sobbing increasing in volume yet again, she lowers her knickers to her ankles, bends over and touches her toes. I lift her skirt back and rub the cane over her bum, feeling it bump over the raised weals already there. By the third stroke she is screaming with pain, begging me to stop, wriggling and moving her bottom frantically. I remind her that if she doesn’t stay in position she will go to the study. Her hands are white as she grips her ankles hard. The sixth stroke lands with a loud crack and she yells and slips over side ways. Back in position, I flick her bum playfully with the cane. Two extra strokes for hesitation and one for not keeping in position. She clenches her teeth as I inflict fresh weals over old weals. It is over. I replace the cane, allow her to pull up her knickers and order her back to her desk. She hobbles back slowly. She lowers herself gingerly onto her seat and cries out as the hard wood presses against her red raw buttocks. I work methodically through math and english books used in junior schools. Every half hour I test her on what she’s learned. The pain from her bum obviously helps her memory. She performs well in the tests. I give her ten minutes to learn a long poem by heart while I read. She recites it but forgets the second half. I put the paddle on my desk and give her five more minutes to learn it. Before she recites it I order her to take off her knickers and place them on her desk. I am interested to see if a bare bottom will help jog her memory. She recites the whole poem perfectly and I praise her. I tell her to leave her knickers off and to sit with her legs wide open. From my desk I enjoy the view. Hygiene inspection Before lunch I take her to the study and remind her about my rules on hygiene. I remove her skirt and knickers and lift her on the examining table. Placing her on all fours, facing away from me, I see only her huge soft bottom. Lubricating my fingers I slowly push my index finger into her anus. She squirms and asks tearfully why I’m putting my hand there. I remind her about not talking and slap her thigh to remind her. I remark casually that I must check that her bottom is clean and I have to get it ready for fucking tonight. She recognises this as a naughty word but doesn’t know what it means. With one finger up her ass, I try with two fingers. She wriggles and I have to threaten her with a caning to get her to stay still. I finish my little game and order her onto her back, legs up against her chest. Eager to please, she opens her legs wide and even manages a little smile as she offers her pussy for inspection. She has cleaned it well. My finger still slippery, I explore her cherry, managing to get a few inches up her vagina before she begs me to stop, biting her lip. I notice she is crying less now, possibly having learned that it has no effect. Put to work My inspection of her room after lunch is thorough. I discover the rubber nozzle of her enema syringe is dirty. When she has cleaned it I bend her over and beat her with the gymshoe. I set her to work in the complex, dusting and cleaning the many rooms. When I give her only the teashirt to put on she looks confused. She will not wear anything below the waist. I wish to keep her bottom accessible at all times. If she sees me when she is on all fours, she is to stick her bottom right out as she did yesterday. If she’s standing she must bend over and not move. It is part of the preparation for tonight. Ten minutes later I find her wiping shelves in one of the storerooms. She immediately stops working and bends over, sticking her expansive buttocks up for my pleasure. I feel in the crack and stick two fingers deep inside her. Over the next few hours I repeat this process every ten minutes until I can insert three fingers quite easily. Seeing her on the floor polishing the parquet, bum held high, I kneel down and stick my fingers into her anus. She doesn’t dare stop work for a second but opens her legs wider in an effort to help me. I grin. At last she is learning. Schoolwork: How to take it up the ass After her shower I send her to the schoolroom on her own. She knows now how to turn the video on and off. In graphic detail she watches women being fucked in the ass and enjoying it. It’s a long video. I give her a sheet of simple questions and rewind it for her to watch again. After reading her answers I explain that she must start off by doing what she did last night. Her bottom is still a mass of welts and bruises but I won’t hesitate to cane her severely if she doesn’t perform well. I talk for a few more minutes then send her to her room to get ready. I remind her about washing ‘everywhere’ and tell her that from now on she is to perfume her pussy and bottom as well. Before she goes, I give her a tube of lubricant and tell her to push lots of it inside her bottom. Homework: Fucked up the ass Having told the small girl that we would be doing it in her bedroom, I arrive twenty minutes later. As instructed, she has dimmed the lights and is curled up naked on the bed. I am always amazed at how a little nine year old girl can make herself look so sexy and grown up with a bit of makeup and perfume. I remove my trousers and pants, then I walk to the wall and stroke the cane hanging there. She gets the message and licks her lips and tries to look sexy in an attempt to copy what she has seen on the videos. I lie on the bed beside her and softly kiss her red lips, my hand caressing her little tummy. I get comfortable and whisper for her to get to work. Rather clumsily she turns round and moves her head down to my crotch. I grab her legs and lift her so my head is between them, my mouth almost touching her smooth fat pussy. For a few minutes I’m in ecstasy as her little tongue plays with my cock, before taking the tip into her soft mouth. Parting her buttocks I gently check to see if she has prepared herself as I said. Her tight little asshole peeps at me glistening. I let her continue until I’m as hard as I can be, then I slap her bum and order her in position. I stand while she kneels on the side of the bed, head down, bottom up and legs apart. Smearing a bit more lubricant onto my cock, I hold the little girl’s waist and start to fuck her ass. She starts whimpering, scared of what I’m doing. I enter her slowly, but I’m so hot I end up pushing the last few inches up in one go. The girl squeals and starts to cry but that only makes me even more horny. Wriggling her bum she attempts to get away but I grip her tightly round the waist reminding her about the beating she has coming. She sobs louder begging me to stop. It’s so painful. I fuck her for only a few more seconds before I cum. Her tight ass is so comfortable I relax for a few minutes before pulling my cock out and releasing her. Her crying has stopped and she stays in position, sniffing occasionally, no doubt trying to please me and avoid a beating. I order her to turn round and suck me clean. Desperately trying to please she pops my limp penis in her mouth and licks it for a minute before I send her to wash her bottom. While I get dressed I watch as she uses the enema and bidet, carefully cleaning everything, nervously watching me from the corner of her eye. Punished for poor homework She stands between my legs and I kiss her tenderly, my hand caressing her thigh. I pat her bottom and notice how she winces. It’s so tender there. I move my hand round to her pussy and brush it lightly, smiling. Softly I order her to the punishment bench. It takes a few seconds for this to register and then her eyes fill with tears. So shocked, she doesn’t protest and I guide her gently to the study. Once restrained I examine her buttocks closely. I realise that caning her again on top of so many weals will probably draw blood. I decide to cane her on her thighs, just below where her bum starts. The cane cracks down hard and the little girl yells in pain and surprise. I adjust the angle of the bench and continue. A few minutes later I step back to admire my handiwork, six straight lines one inch apart on both thighs. Her thighs are plump and I make a mental note to punish them more often. When she’s calmed down I send her to get ready for bed. I find nothing to complain about in her room and tuck her into bed. She looks so sweet with the teddy bear beside her. Before leaving I inform her that she must be over the punishment bench, completely naked, tomorrow at 7.30 for her paddling. Due to her attempt to avoid it this morning she will now have to do this every day for a whole week. I leave her crying quietly into her pillow. ----- The 3rd Day Laying down the law Entering the study at eight o’clock I find the little girl stretched over the punishment bench, her head in her arms. I take her hands and tie them to the bars, doing the same with her legs. Adjusting the bench I run my hand over her bottom and down between her legs, giving her pussy a little squeeze as if to say hello. Adjusting the lateral leg bars I pull her legs further apart. As I go to place the gag around her mouth she sobs and begs for permission to use the bathroom first. I laugh and put the gag on. She should have gone earlier. I pick up the paddle and start with a few hard slaps on the back of her thighs, the six weals from last night still visible. I adjust the bars a little until her legs are as wide apart as possible, her bum stuck up high, her pussy and anus in full view. I turn my attention to the inside of her plump thighs, knowing how she’ll feel when she walks. Not having decided on the number of strokes, I continue for a few minutes, then suddenly the girl pees herself, the urine flowing down her leg onto the floor. I give her a few really hard slaps on her backside and fetch the mop. Having cleaned the floor, I dry her pussy carefully. She knows what she’s done but she’s too busy concentrating on the pain from her sore thighs and bum to care. I give some time to stop crying then run my hand down gently between her pussy lips. I already warned her about this and what would happen if she did it again. Releasing the little naked girl from the bench, I send her back to her room to eat breakfast and have a shower. I check her uniform then send her to the study. I wish to talk to her before starting school. Sitting behind my desk, I announce that I am not happy. From now I want to see her obey every order without any hesitation. Normally by now, all my little boys and girls should be doing what I say without thinking. I change the subject. She already received one warning about wetting herself. Her behaviour today is unacceptable. I threatened to beat her pussy if it happened again. I pause and she looks up, wondering what I mean. After lunch and before starting her cleaning duties, she will report to the study for her punishment. In the schoolroom she finds it difficult to concentrate but six slaps with the gymshoe on her sore bum soon has her working hard. I set her some work and lean back reading the newspaper. She does well in the tests but I decide to test her obedience. I order her to take her knickers down and bend over. Without hesitating she obeys, sticking her bum out. Satisfied, I tell her to stand, then order her to her room for lunch. Pussy whipping Thirty minutes later she enters the study clad only in a short teashirt and her leather g-string. On my command, she removes the g-string and gets on the punishment bench, though this time on her back. She whimpers but doesn’t struggle as I secure her to the bench. This time her legs are held wide apart and brought back up to her shoulders. Her smooth fleshy pussy is almost horizontal and I walk easily between her legs to examine it. Happy with her position I lift up my pussy beater to show her, a length of black leather, which I wrap round my hand. I lift it high and bring it down hard on her quivering pussy. The small girl cries out in pain and begs me to stop, I grin cruely and continue the beating, giving her twelve lashes. Her whole pubic area is a deep red. Not wanting her to waste time on her cleaning, I spread a little local anaesthetic over her pussy and lift her, still sobbing, off the bench. Five minutes late she is hard at work dusting the rooms. Away for the night Tonight I have to leave. I have a long talk about what I expect while I am away. I won’t be back until tomorrow evening and give her a list of things I expect her to do, all typed clearly for her to read, instructions, exercises for school and her cleaning tasks. I will not have time to enjoy her tonight but I give some ‘homework’. We go to her room. On her bed is a butt-plug and a small vibrator. She is to put lubricant on each, insert the butt-plug right into her bottom, then push the vibrator at least half way into her pussy before turning it on. There are security cameras in every room. The one in her room is pointed at her bed and she is to make sure that the camera can see each one being pushed in. The camera is recording so I can check it tomorrow. I warn her that the vibrator will hurt but she can push it in slowly. If I don’t see it at least half way in, she will be severely caned. She will keep them in for one hour, then wash them both and replace them on my desk. Sine I won’t be here in the morning for her paddling, I decide on an experiment. She is to go to the study at eight a.m. and paddle her own bottom in full view of the camera. If I don’t think the twelve slaps are hard enough, I’ll double it when I return. Finally, at nine p.m. tomorrow she is to be ready for me in her room, washed, made-up, completely naked and with her asshole well lubricated. I give her the list and leave. ----- The 4th Day My little boy The next day I return exhausted, but happy. In the second bedroom there is a little boy, only six or seven years old, a little plump, blond curly hair, wide innocent eyes, cheeky grin. Fast asleep his large pert bottom sticks out from under his nightgown. Tomorrow he will find out what little boy’s bottoms are for. Sliding my hand round his waist I turn him over gently. I notice with satisfaction that his penis is larger than average for his age and is uncircumcised. I lick my lips and leave him to sleep. Before going to the girl’s room, I check the security videos, fast forwarding to the important parts. I watch her cry as she slowly pushes the vibrator into her young vagina, the butt-plug firmly in place. Her attempts to paddle herself are very funny and I make a mental note to give her double next time. In her room, the litle girl is waiting for me on the bed in a sexy pose presumably to try and please me. The presence of the boy has made me horny as hell and I don’t feel like messing about. I order her to get her bum up and start to fuck her ass, warning her about making a fuss. She cries out a few times and grips the pillow but doesn’t struggle as before. Ordering her to shower again, I remind her about her morning paddling and leave the room. ----- The 5th Day
I comfort him for a few minutes and he goes back to sleep. Seeing the time, I walk to the study where the girl is waiting for me on the punishment bench. I strap her down and take the paddle. Her pathetic attempts to administer her own punishment yesterday were inadequate so she must have double the dose today. She cries pitifully but the crying soon turns to sharp yells of pain as I bring the paddle down hard on her thighs. Twelve on the back of her thighs, then another twelve on the inside. By the time I’ve finished, the poor girl is wailing and wriggling frantically, her thighs a deep crimson. I send her to her room and order her to stay there until I arrive. Looking after the little boy Back in the boy’s room, I see he has just woken up. His frightened eyes stare at the strange surroundings and he starts to cry. I sit next to him and stroke his head telling him the same story as I told the girl. Reassuring him that it’s just a special school, I hug him and tell him not to worry. When he calms down, I lift him out of bed and show him the toilet, shower and cupboards. I don’t expect him to prepare his own food; he’s far too young. This will be the girl’s job. I prepare a bowl of cereal and milk and watch him eat. He cries a few more times and I repeat my story and smile reassuringly at him. Removing his nightgown I gasp in delight. He’s beautiful. Totally naked, he looks scared and covers his willy with his hand. I gently move his hand away, but continue to smile. I make him use the toilet, then put him under the shower and wash him delicately, telling him how important it is to be clean. My fingers brush his little penis and I reassure him. I talk We have many rules here. Boys are not allowed to touch their private parts apart from when they need to pee. Not in the shower and never in bed. I make sure he understands and take him out, drying him gently and combing his hair. On the chair are tight blue underpants, thin grey shorts and white teashirt. I dress him slowly, reminding him that next time he must dress himself. On his feet I put white ankle socks and a pair of simple black gymshoes. The shorts are slightly too small but made of a stretchy material that hugs his bottom, disappearing into his crack, outlining his buttocks perfectly. I see him looking at the punishment implements on the wall and tell him what they’re for. His eyes widen and he instinctively holds his bottom. I can’t help laughing. His first medical Taking his hand I lead him to the study explaining the reasons for his medical examination. He stands in front of my desk and looks around. I order him to stand still and I go out returning after a minute with the girl, now dressed smartly in her uniform. I smile at the look on her face when she sees the little boy and explain that she must assist me in his training. She is not to talk to him apart from giving instructions or answering questions about his training. I also explain that, although she is a bit older than him and will help train him, she has to obey him. He’s a boy and she’s only a girl. I turn to the small boy and carefully pull his teashirt off over his head, handing it to the girl to fold up. I pat his head and take his weight, height and so on before listening to his heart and lungs. Praising him for being so healthy, I casually ask him to remove his shorts so I can check his legs. Used to changing his shorts for PE with little girls around, he obeys, hands them to the girl now standing by his side, and stands up clad only in his tight blue underpants, his sweet innocent expression so endearing. I check his legs over and tell him to stand on the chair. He jumps up and I pat his bottom saying what a good boy he is. There are just a few more things to examine. I make him put his hands on his head and order him to keep them there. Smiling at the girl, I order her to take his underpants down slowly. As she starts to pull them down, he whimpers and looks at me, saying he doesn’t want to take his underpants off. I smile at his embarrassment. A little girl not much older than him is going to see his privates. I tell him softly but firmly that in this school, it’s perfectly normal, and he must do as he’s told. He pouts and has tears in his eyes but doesn’t argue. He’s an obedient boy. The girl pulls his pants down to his ankles and he steps out of them. She looks at his small penis with some interest. Taking it carefully between my fingers I talk to the girl about the rules for boys. She is responsible for washing his penis, testicles and anus. The foreskin must be pulled all the way back. She must also help him use the enemas and bidet, and will check that he is always clean. I invite her to explore his privates and smile at the boy’s expression as the little girl examines everything, her hands tickling his little balls. I stop her after a minute reminding her that she’ll have plenty of time for a closer look when she gives him a shower, but warning her to be gentle. I will supervise the first time she pulls back his foreskin. I lift the bewildered little boy onto the examination table and make him lie down and pull his knees to his chest, keeping them well apart. I run my finger down the sensitive area between his testicles and asshole and see him shiver. Gently I touch his tight little anus and it contracts. I invite the girl to look closer and remind her to be careful when inserting the enema tip into his bottom. She must also help me to prepare his bottom for fucking. The boy looks round startled by this ‘rude’ word but doesn’t understand. I lift him down and the girl helps him get dressed. Now the demonstration of the punishment implements. I explain the rules and assure him that he can keep his shorts on while I show him each one. Very gently, I place him over my knee and spank his large behind just hard enough to make him start to whimper. Soothing him, I show him how the slipper and paddle feel, increasing the force of the slaps slightly until he starts to react. I make him bend over for the cane but give him light flicks that don’t hurt much. Congratulating him for being so brave I glance at the girl and ask him if he’d like to see someone get a proper caning on their bare bottom. He nods enthusiastically and I smile and pat his head. In the schoolroom In the schoolroom I sit him at a small desk and give him a workbook of simple sums to do. For the girl I have a list of questions covering the work over the last few days. They are deliberately hard. I’m itching to cane her again. A glance at her answers after half an hour reveals only four out of ten are correct. I order her out to the front and make her lower her knickers to her ankles before bending over, her back to the little boy, who now gazes in awe at her huge bottom waiting to be punished, still bearing signs of old weals from previous canings. I give her six strokes waiting a good ten seconds between each one. The swish and crack of the cane across her buttocks reverberates loudly around the room. Being used to punishment now the girl cries but makes far less noise than she did previously. I send her back to her seat and go to see how the boy is getting on. To my surprise he has completed the first five pages. I tousle his hair and give him plenty of praise. Punishment After lunch I take the two children to the boy’s room and make the little boy sit on the toilet until he has managed to go. I order him to do exactly as the girl tells him and leave. A few minutes she comes to find me, and nervously tells me that the boy won’t let her put the enema tip in his bottom, he won’t even take his pants off. I sigh and go back to the room. I should have realised this might happen. It’s partly my fault for not sufficiently demonstrating what corporal punishment feels like. Time for a sore bottom. Taking the little boy by the shoulders I quickly slip his shorts and underpants off, scold him for not obeying me and order him to bring me the slipper. He will have six hard slaps on his bare bottom. The boy backs away shaking his head, starting to cry. I repeat the order, warning him of severe punishment if he doesn’t obey immediately. Tears running down his cheeks, he continues to shake his head. Realising he’s not going to obey, I grab his hand and practically drag him to the study, giving the girl orders to change and start cleaning. The little boy struggles and screams at me to let go. In one swift movement I place him over the punishment bench and strap him on tightly. I need a minute to readjust the other bars, but manage to get his legs and arms secured. His legs wide apart, chubby bottom sticking up, I enjoy the view. I tickle his tight little scrotum and give his small penis a flick. Aware now that he cannot move, the child cries even louder. I take the paddle and show it to him, telling him that he must listen to me. He stops his bawling and looks at the smooth paddle in my hand. I quietly inform him that his behaviour is unacceptable and he will now be punished. He will be paddled until I think he has learned his lesson. When I finish, he’ll be given another chance to obey my orders, and if he misbehaves again today, I will cane him, exactly like I caned the girl before. Ignoring his cries I start paddling him all over his bottom and thighs, lightly at first and slowly increasing in force. After one minute his bottom is a dark pink, and between blows he promises to be good. I grin and continue for a few more minutes, methodically covering his whole bottom with hard slaps. The promises to be good continue but soon he’s too busy coping with the pain to talk. The skin is now bright red and hot to the touch. I finish off with a few stingers on the inside of his thighs, and stop. While I wait for his sobbing to die down, I fetch some ice cold water and bathe his glowing buttocks and thighs. His punishment was relatively light and the redness should fade in a few hours. A bit of fun I lift him off the bench and fetch the girl. When the little boy sees her dressed only in a g-string and teashirt, his eyes widen. I inform her that the boy is ready to have his bottom washed and then he is to go in the shower and stay there until I arrive. She looks at the boy, naked from the waist down, takes him by the hand and leads him out. Ten minutes later I find him standing in the shower, the girl watching him. On questioning her she tells me that he accepted the enemas but cried a lot when she pushed the hard soap stick in his bottom. I laugh and turn off the water in the shower. Gently I take his little penis in my hand and show her what to do. I soap the end of his penis and then pause. I explain to the girl that it’s much easier to wash a boy’s penis if it’s erect. I smile at the little boy, now looking nervously at what I’m doing. I stroke his hair and kiss him. My hand tickles his little balls and I play gently with his penis, my finger rubbing it just behind the glans. After a minute, his little willy starts to lengthen. I take his foreskin and pull it all the way back, uncovering his glans which has a blueish tinge. The boy squeals and pulls his penis out of my grasp. I order his hands on his head. He obeys, albeit with some crying and pleas for me to stop. I ignore him and tell the girl that she is to do this every time he goes to the toilet or has a shower. I know from experience that a little boy’s foreskin needs only a couple of days to be made looser. She is to elicit an erection, if possible, then wash his whole penis and scrotum. I watch her copy what I do and then take the boy out and wrap him in a large towel. I cuddle him and put him on my knee while the girl cleans his shower. My hand slips under the towel and gently plays with his privates. He looks at me with his big eyes but I tell him that I will play with them whenever I like, which he seems to accept. We watch the girl wiping the floor and I ask him if he’d like to make her do something. I remind him that she must do whatever he says. He looks embarrassed for a second , then whispers that he’d like to see her ‘private’ bits. I suppress a laugh and call the girl, who immediately comes and stands in front of me, the front of her g-string wedged firmly between her pussy lips. I order her to remove all her clothes, which, after a rather brief embarrassed pause, she does, looking at the little boy with a hurt expression. The boy looks at her and then looks at me. A cheeky grin on his face. He seems embarrassed but I order the girl to lie back on the bed and lift her legs right back. With everything exposed I take his hand and invite him to explore her pussy, showing him how he can push his hand between her pussy lips into the hot moist area beyond. He relaxes and starts to examine her pussy and bottom in detail. His fingers trace the red weals spanning her buttocks and I show him how to stick his fingers into her anus. I stroke his little willy and tell him that although she’s older than him, she has to do everything he says. If she doesn’t, I will cane her, or allow him to punish her himself. He looks at me, a cheeky grin on his face. He doesn’t notice that his willy is getting hard and I stand him on the bed and quickly start sucking his little penis. He looks startled but doesn’t complain. I explain that I’ll always be very happy when his willy goes ‘hard’. To make me really pleased with him he must always show me and offer it for me to suck. He giggles and holds my head while I tickle him with my tongue, one hand caressing his cuddly bottom, the other gently playing with his tiny balls. Although very young, I can see that he enjoys it. I remind him quietly that he can make the girl do this whenever he likes, in fact he can do whatever he likes with her. To demonstrate, I stop sucking his willy for a second and order the girl to take my cock out and get to work. As she sucks me, I move my hand to the little boy’s crack and ease my fingers between his buttocks. I start to tease his tight little asshole and manage to get my finger a few inches inside before he reacts. I keep my finger there and wiggle it slowly , trying to get him used to the feel. His penis seems to stiffen a little more and I play my tongue over the tip, making him grip me tighter. I feel myself approaching orgasm but I want to keep it for later so I order the girl to stop what she’s doing and bring me the tube of lubricant. The boy sees her leave and looks down at my glistening cock. I see the inquisitive look on his face and lift him down between my legs while asking if a boy do it better than a girl. He hesitates for a second, then he carefully opens his mouth and starts sucking the head of my cock. The feeling is ecstatic but I’m determined to save myself for the evening when I plan to fuck his bottom. Smiling, I gently lift him up and kiss him, telling him what a good boy he is. I put some lubricant on my fingers and hold him gently round the waist, signalling to the girl to get to work on him. The small boy stares in amazement as the girl kneels down and pops his little penis in her mouth. His attention fixed on the strange but pleasant feeling in his stiffening willy, he hardly notices as I gently push my finger back inside his large bottom and start probing deeper. I wait patiently for his anal sphincter to relax. Gently inserting another finger, I give him a minute to get used to it before pushing it in further. I whisper softly to him that I have to prepare his bottom for tonight. Noticing the time, I pull my fingers out and tell the girl to stand up. She stops sucking him and the boy looks at me reproachfully. His willy is sticking straight up. Instinctively he takes hold of it but I move his hand away immediately, reminding him of the rules. He must not touch himself there, besides, I add smiling, that’s what the girl is for. Set to work I dress him in a teashirt and make him put on a g-string like the girl but with a small leather pouch at the front. The girl is to show him what to do and I expect them both to work extremely hard. I hand the girl a tube of lubricant and explain how I want her to prepare his bottom. Every ten minutes she is to stick her fingers up as far as possible. If she can’t get three fingers up by the end of the afternoon, she’ll be punished. I tell the little boy that he must do what she says and must stand still and not wriggle when she examines him. He has to bend over slightly and rest his hands on his knees while she is preparing his bottom. Patting his bare buttocks, I remind him what will happen if he’s naughty. Leaving the underground complex for a few hours I return and hear crying. The little boy is standing in the corridor, holding his bottom with his back to the wall. I soon learn the cause of his distress. The girl explains that he refused to let her continue to prepare him. She tried to put all three fingers in but he won’t stay in position. I look down at the boy and speak very softly. He either bends over and lets the girl prepare his bottom or he comes with me to the study for punishment. At this, he looks up with a terrified expression and presents his bottom to the girl. I make a mental note to punish him later and leave them to get on with their duties. One hour later I send them both to the shower in the boy’s room and remind the girl to wash his penis and anus. Entering the room I make up my mind to stop any pretence and order the little boy to come and kneel on the edge of the bed. Hearing the tone of my voice he obeys immediately and jumps on the bed, sticking his bottom up and burying his head in the bedclothes, My heart melts and I stroke his back, tickling him and moving his legs apart. Reaching down under the bed I take a small butt-plug and rub some lubricant all over it. Parting his buttocks I start to push it into his bottom. I push it in a few inches until the boy starts to whimper and wriggle. I soothe him with my voice and wiggle the butt-plug, moving my hand between his legs and stroking his tight little scrotum. As he relaxes, I swiftly push the plug all the way in. He flinches and starts to cry, complaining that it hurts. I get the girl to feel how tight it is and tell her to check that is doesn’t start coming out. I send the girl to her room to get dressed in her school uniform and to prepare food for them both. Placing the little boy on his feet, I dress him in his school clothes and tell him to run to the girl’s room for a bite to eat. He looks at me tearfully and asks if he can take the thing out of his bottom. I smile and threaten to spank him if he asks me that again. Sex education After they’ve eaten I take them to the schoolroom and start the video. It’s an old rare film from Holland all about sex with young boys. I give the girl a list of questions and answers to read to the boy. He can watch it twice before attempting the questions and then a third time to check all the answers. I give her my orders for after the film. She is to remove his butt-plug, wash him thoroughly, put plenty of lubricant inside and perfume his bottom. For herself she will make up and wear her short black nightie, but I want the boy naked. They will knock at the study door at exactly 9pm. Before leaving them to watch the film, I take her hand and slip it down the front of the boys shorts. I want her to play with him while he watches. The little boy looks embarrassed but opens his legs wider.
At 9pm exactly the two children arrive. The little boy stands stark naked, fidgeting slightly. I dim the lights and hug them both, one hand round the girls waist stroking her smooth pussy, the other between the boy’s legs, fondling his privates. I smile at the small boy and ask him if he’s ready. He looks up sweetly and nods. I explain quietly that because this is the first time, I have to put him on the restraining bench, but after tonight it will be in the bedroom. As gently as possible I lie him on his tummy over the bench and start strapping him down. His arms and legs restrained, I raise and lower the supports until his chubby bottom is sticking out at the perfect angle, his legs pulled under the bench and well apart. He whimpers as I check he’s comfortable and I stroke him down his back, talking quietly to him. I play with his willy for a minute before teasing his tight little anus with my index finger. Ordering the girl to crouch down low in front of me, I tell her to get my penis as stiff as possible. I want her to tickle my balls while I’m fucking the boy. As her hands dance over my balls and her warm mouth embraces my prick, I add more lubricant to my fingers and start to push them in. I continue for a couple of minutes until he gets used to the feeling. Gripping his waist, seeing the puppy fat wobbling, I pull my erect cock out of the girl’s mouth and press it against his little asshole. I tell him that it’s time for him to be fucked. If he makes a fuss, I will beat him. Slowly I push my prick a few inches inside. The boys cries out in pain and starts shouting for me to stop. I start pumping in and out, very slowly pushing it in further. I realise that he won’t be able to take everything on the first day, but I want to get at least five inches up him. As I fuck him deeper, he tries desperately to wriggle but the straps limit his movement and he cries as his rectum stretches and his asshole is forced open even wider. I fuck him faster, enjoying the tightness of his ass, the feel of his bottom slapping against me, and the girl between my legs, playing with my balls. As the initial pain passes and he gets used to the strange sensation inside him, his cries die down to a whimper. Passing the point of no return, I cum deep inside him, lifting his bottom a little as I do so. I moan in ecstasy and keep my cock inside his ass for another minute while I rest. Pulling out of him, the girl immediately grabs my penis and sucks it clean, no doubt attempting to please me and avoid a beating. I fetch some tissue and wipe the boy gently around his asshole. He’s still whimpering as I stroke his hair, crouching down to kiss his tear-streaked cheek. Softly I tell him what a brave boy he is. The first time is always the most painful. My hand pats his bottom and I run my finger down to the back of his small scrotum, softly stroking it with the tips of my fingers. From now on he will sleep with me in my bedroom. The girl will take him for a shower and then put him in my bed. Turning to the small girl I order her to be very gentle when she uses the enema and not to use the soap stick tonight. I release him from the bench and he goes with the girl, rubbing his eyes. To bed After about twenty minutes she brings him to my room in his nightgown. I remove it immediately and order the boy into bed. In my room, he is to be naked at all times. I ask the girl why she has removed her make-up and put on her nightgown. She mumbles something and looks scared. I didn’t tell her to get changed. Following her back to her room, I inspect it and order her to fetch the gymshoe. I give her six hard slaps and put her in bed. Reminding her to be on the bench at the usual time, I switch off the light. Back in my room I slip into bed and cuddle the sleepy boy. I turn him the other way round and pull his legs up so that I have my head between them. For a few minutes I suck his little penis until sleep comes. ----- The 6th Day Slowly I wake up and my hand automatically falls on the boy’s cute firm buttocks. I roll him over and stroke his balls and willy. He has an erection, typical of boys in the morning when they have a full bladder. I wait until he opens his eyes, then send him to the bathroom. It’s only the scond day and I laugh when I see his confused look on returning. Pulling him close to me, I kiss him lightly on his cheek, my fingers dancing about his little genitals. I promise him that his homework tonight will be easy. He will suck and play with my penis until lots of cream comes out. He must swallow every drop. I look at the clock and whisper that the naughty girl will be waiting her early morning punishment. Would he like to help me tie her up and look at her private parts? My fingers have tickled his small willy and it sticks up straight. In ten minutes I’m dressed and walk to the study, holding the little boy’s hand. I insist that he remains naked until after his shower. He’s clearly unhappy about this and I have to remind him about keeping his hands away from his privates. In the study the girl is in position. I quickly secure her and widen her legs. As I adjust the angle and secure her arms I tell the boy to check that her private bits are clean. With her bum now the highest part of her body and her knees wide apart, her anus and pussy are easily accessible and the little boy can examine everything closely. I smile as he overcomes his initial shyness and starts prodding and poking, his confidence growing as he realises she can’t see him. I have an idea. Taking the paddle down from its hook, I explain that he must learn how to discipline the girl. His eyes grow wider as I give him the paddle and point to her bottom and thighs. He is to slap her as hard as he can and count to ten between each blow. Before I tell him to start, I lower my pants and adjust her position a bit more guiding my throbbing cock into her mouth. It’s obvious what I want her to do, but I make it clear that if she doesn’t swallow everything or makes a fuss, she’ll have the cane directly after her paddling. I order the boy to start the punishment and hold her head gently as I fuck her mouth. Although only six, the small boy brings the paddle down hard on her plump bottom. She yelps with pain and surprise but manages to keep her attention on what she’s doing with her mouth. The effect that the paddle has on her as she sucks me is ecstatic and I have to stop myself from cumming too soon. After about twelve slaps, I look at the boy, red with excitement, and see with some surprise that he has an erection. He smacks her hard on her thigh and I grip her head and cum in her mouth. The threat of a caning works and she manages to swallow everything without gagging. Exhausted I pull my trousers up and release the girl, her eyes red with tears. She sees the boy still holding the paddle and looks down at the floor, totally humiliated. I order her to take him to her room and prepare breakfast for both of them, before having a shower together. They are to get dressed and report to the schoolroom. I remind the little boy that he is in charge and may do whatever he wants with her. He looks a little embarrassed but follows her to the bedroom. At nine oclock the children haven’t arrived and I go to find out what’s going on. Both are already dressed. The girl is standing with her back to the wall facing the little boy who waves the cane in his hand and is shouting at the girl, stamping his foot in frustration. Ignoring the girl I ask the boy what he’s doing. The girl was deliberately rough in the shower and she hurt his private parts he explains. She pulled his foreskin back too fast and hurt his bottom with the soap stick. He wants to give her a ‘good caning’ to punish her but she won’t take her knickers off. The girl looks at me in desperation but I remind her of what I said about obeying the boy. Next time she will be gentler. I tell the boy to inform me immediately if she doesn’t obey. Leaving the room I go and watch them on the security video camera. I laugh as he orders her knickers down and makes her bend over. He canes her very clumsily, the tip of the cane either wrapping around her side or just stinging her legs. I must give him a lesson later. After six relatively light strokes he stops and puts the cane back before telling her to stand. She is hardly marked and seems to be crying more from humiliation than pain. Both late for school When they enter the schoolroom I point at the clock and ask why they’re both late. I smile at the look of dismay on the girl’s face and the boy’s confused look. They both know the punishment for lateness. Ordering the now pale girl to sit down and start her work, I order the little boy out to the front. I tell him to take his shorts and underpants off but he looks at me, tears in his eyes, not believing that I intend to punish him. Softly but firmly I remind him what will happen if he doesn’t obey and he slowly pulls them down. I bend him over a small school desk and make him grip the end, reminding him to stay in position until I’m finished. The cane I take is a light one that will not bruise but nevertheless can sting like crazy. It’s so flexible I bend it completely in half before resting it on his plump bottom. Taking my time, I adjust his position, enjoying myself. The first stroke lands with a sharp crack right in the middle of his bum and he jumps up and hops around, holding his buttocks, crying loudly. After a minute I order him back over the desk. If he stands up again he’ll go to the punishment bench and I will allow the girl to cane him. At this he looks at me helplessly before slowly bending over the desk, tears streaming down his cheeks. He cries and begs me to stop but keeps firm hold of the desk as I continue caning him. Pulling up his pants and shorts for him, I order him back to his own desk where he sits, rubbing his eyes and wriggling. Now it’s the girl’s turn. I take a thicker cane from the wall and order her to remove her knickers. Six strokes later, I send her back to her desk and place her knickers on the edge of my own desk. I want her to sit with her legs open so I can see her little pussy while I’m teaching. Half an hour later I call the girl to me for some reading practice. I make her stand between my legs and read from an old big book that I place in her hands, a rare unpublished collection of short stories by paedophiles. As she start to read, I unbutton her skirt, remove it and stroke her thighs with my hands, one hand moving up to her buttocks, the other lightly teasing her pussy. My fingers are very experienced and my finger soon pushes gently between her hot pussy lips and dances over her tiny clit while my left hand parts her cheeks and strokes her twitching anus. Although young, I know exactly how to stimulate the youngest of girls and in a few minutes her breathing grows heavier and I feel her press her pussy slightly harder on my hand. My fingers move faster and I press her anus as she tries to read, her voice faltering. I see the little boy watching her in astonishment as her knees wobble and I feel her pussy getting wetter. Suddenly she brings her legs together and shivers, crying out as she has her first ever orgasm. Typical of children, her orgasm is short but extremely powerful and she drops the heavy book on the floor and jerks her pussy hard against my fingers, giving in to the waves of pleasure. I allow her to finish, then order her stand up straight with her hands on her head and legs apart. Calling the little boy to me I tell him to feel how wet she is, laughing at her embarrasment as he sticks his small hand in her pussy. Seeing the book on the floor I scold her for her carelessness and order the boy to spank her twelve times with the slipper while I go to wash my hands. Deciding to prolong the fun, I strip the boy from the waist down. When I come back I want to see the girl giving him a blowjob. If he isn’t hard, I’ll spank both of them. Before going out I watch with pleasure as the poor girl bends over the small desk and the little boy picks up the slipper and starts beating her backside. Judging from the effect the beating has on his small but lengthening willy, I don’t expect to have to spank them. Five minutes later I open the door quietly and look inside. The boy is sitting on his chair with the girl between his knees. For a second, she moves back and I see his little erect penis glistening. She pops it back in her mouth and continues to suck him. From the look on his face, he’s obviously enjoying the attention but is far too young to understand why. I order her back to her seat and take the boy to my desk where I listen to him read, my hand teasing his willy, keeping it hard. I take his tight scrotum between my fingers and feel his two little testicles inside, my other hand stroking his large soft buttocks. All plans for the day are forgotten as an overpowering lust fills me and my cock is rock hard. Quickly telling the girl to continue her studies, I lift up the boy and carry him out of the class to my room. He must guess what I have in mind and looks tearfully at me as I remove every bit of his clothing and lay next to him in my bed, kissing his soft lips, then his chest, little tummy and finally his cute little willy. I take off my pants and he looks at my throbbing cock with fear in eyes, hardly believing that I intend to stick it in his bottom again. In an effort to avoid being fucked, he turns round and starts sucking my penis, obviously hoping that I won’t want to fuck him if he gives me his full attention. For a few minutes I let him suck me, pulling his legs round and putting my head between them. I part his buttocks and run my tongue over his asshole, enjoying his sweet aroma. Unable to wait any longer, I order him to sit up while I attach soft leather straps with metal rings around his elbows and knees. Ignoring his quiet whimpering I make him crouch on all fours, head down, backside sticking up, while I attach a separating rod keeping his knees splayed out far apart. It takes only seconds to clip his elbow straps to his knees. With his soft inviting bottom now so accessible, I take a tube of lubricant and play with his asshole, tickling his privates as I prepare his bum for fucking. He begins crying before I even start. Pinching his foreskin hard between my fingers and pulling it right back to get his attention, I warn him about making a fuss or wriggling. I kneel behind him and hold his bottom, pulling him onto my cock. He cries out as I enter him and I allow him a while to get used to the feeling before thrusting my cock in further. I decide to let him have it all and pull him back roughly, feeling my hard cock pushing deep into his rectum. He screams and tries to pull away but I only grip him tighter. He must get used to it, I explain. Little boys bottoms are for fucking and I will train him every day until he gets used to it. His tight anus is stretched to breaking point and he sobs for his mommy as I fuck him hard. I cum after only a minute and hold him tightly. Pushing myself deep into him I slip my hand around his legs and grab his little scrotum, squeezing it gently until it starts hurting. I’m angry with him for making so much noise. As I squeeze a bit more, he turns his arms and tries to pull my hand away. Pulling my soft cock out of his sore asshole, I turn him round and make him suck me clean. His warm tears fall onto my balls as I force my cock in his mouth. After a few minutes I stand him up between my legs and wipe his eyes. Gently kissing his nose, I caress his bottom, telling him what a naughty boy he is for making such a fuss. I remind him that I don’t like beating him because I want his bottom nice and white. Reaching over I pick a long plastic ruler off the table and start patting his little balls with the end. Taking both his small hands in my left hand, I tap his thighs with the ruler making him stand with his legs far apart. His little scrotum hangs down, an easy target and I start to tap it harder until I see it beginning to hurt him. Holding his hands tightly I warn him to keep his legs wide open. Flicking his tiny shrivelled penis with the ruler I tell him quietly that he will now be punished. As I beat his scrotum he screams and wriggles but I keep a firm hold. I give each testicle three good swipes before letting him go and hugging him. After dressing him we return to the classroom. The girl is sitting at her desk, still naked from the waist down, her legs open. I give the boy some work to do and order the girl to my desk. She is nervous, obviously scared that I’ll find yet another excuse to beat her. I gently stroke her pussy, still sticky from her orgasm. Softly I tell her that I’ve decided from now on she will not wear any knickers under her skirt. I want easy access to her pussy and arse at all times and I don’t want to waste time when I have to punish her. I call the boy up as well. He will not wear underpants under his shorts and will lower his shorts immediately whenever I wish to punish him. At this he pouts and looks at me in amazement. As if to make a point I order them both out of the classroom. At the door I tell the boy to remove his underpants and give them to the girl. He obeys me reluctantly and the girl takes his underpants, her eyes on his small penis. On my command the girl trots off to prepare lunch for her and the boy. I examine him carefully, explaining why it was necessary to punish him and stressing that I hope it won’t happen again. As I talk, my hand plays with his small penis, coaxing it into a semi-erect state. After lunch I order them both into my office. Although the boy is young I wish to accelerate his sex education. I’ve already noticed how his regular viagra pills are affecting him. I ask him to lower his shorts. As usual, he feels embarrassed in front of the girl, but doesn’t dare disobey me. At my command, the girl removes her skirt. I hug them both and whisper something. We all walk to my bedroom holding hands. |