TIMMY

BY TOMMY
encoretommy@yahoo.fr

[ part 8 ]

The sun woke up Claire and she yawned. She felt something next to her in bed. A little foot. She followed the foot, ran her fingers down a leg and felt something small and stiff. She chuckled. Why did boys always wake up with an erection. She new it was only because of a full bladder, but it was still so amusing. His head was down there, near… She remembered what he’d done last night. It must have been good because she’d fallen asleep very quickly afterwards.

Bertie yawned and opened his eyes. Claire slowly moved him the right way up. She got up, went for a pee, then took Bertie to the toilet. There was something so erotic about watching a little boy pee, she thought, especially when you insisted on holding his penis for him.

Bertie was a truly happy little boy who saw nothing wrong with what he was made to do to the ladies. One of his endearing features was an innocent habit he had of always telling the truth, something that sometimes earned him a very sore bottom. He didn’t know the meaning of discretion. Thus it was that Claire, on questioning him about his part in testing Alison’s caning skills, suddenly realised what Jessica had done to him. She wasn’t angry, just relieved that she’d talked to Jessica before she had similarly initiated Timmy.

“Oh Bertie, you’re really a naughty boy aren’t you” she said, kissing his cheek. “What should I do with you?” Bertie sighed. This lady was even nicer than Miss Fanshaw. “Spank me miss?” said Bertie showing her his bottom. Claire spanked him slowly and gently, then did something much, much nicer to him. As he knelt between her legs and started to taste her salty lady bits with his tongue, he felt his little willy, now exhausted. Yes, this lady was very nice!

After breakfast, Claire announced that she had to go out for most of the day and would be returning for afternoon tea, just before Miss Fanshaw was due to arrive. Alison said that she’d like to practise her teaching and asked her if she could take the boys to the study. Claire agreed, though hinting that maybe she should go easy on Timmy for a while. The lines across his buttocks were still a deep red colour. “Oh mother, I wouldn’t dare cane Timmy today!” said Alison. Miss Stenton thrashed him so hard yesterday! Besides, he’s been so sweet and polite recently.”

Jessica merely said that she’d like to take Jeremy to see the horses – just for half an hour. Alison had agreed, but told the boy to be back by eleven. Before Claire left, Jessica ran up and hugged her. “Mummy, you know you’ve left me in charge of Jeremy. He’s older than me but I’m only allowed to use the slipper if he’s naughty. Please may I use the cane Mummy, please?” Claire was in a hurry. Besides Jeremy was only a boy.

“Okay Jessica, you may use the cane. But not on Timmy, understand?” Jessica nodded. “No mummy, of course not!”

When her mother had left, Jessica sped to the study and took one of the canes just before Alison arrived. She placed it next to the door. Then, she went to where Jeremy was washing his hands and face. She waited for him to finish.

“Come with me young man!”

Jessica spoke in the most grown up voice she could. Jeremy sighed and followed Jessica downstairs.

“Is your bottom still sore after yesterday?” she asked. Jeremy looked at the floor. “Yes miss” She grinned and pointed to the cane.. “Pick that up and follow me!”

The stables were hot and humid inside. Jessica showed him the horses watching him blush as she pointed out how well endowed they were. She hung the cane from a hook in the wall.

Standing in front of him, she smiled. “Does your thing stick up every time you’re close to a lady?” she asked, tapping his bulge. Jeremy went even redder. Where was this leading? Surely she wouldn’t try and…

“No miss, not every time miss.”

Jessica felt his cheek gently. She’d put on some of Alison’s perfume. Jeremy’s eyes opened wider. She felt his bulge move. Her fingers danced over his shorts.

“That’s good Jeremy. Miss Stenton is so strict about these things!” She felt something harden. The front of his shorts were pushed out. Jeremy shut his eyes. No, not again, please!

She pulled his teashirt off over his head, then slowly slipped down his shorts and took them off. His erect penis bobbed up and down as though happy to be free. “Put your hands on your head Jeremy!” she ordered. “If you move them, I promise you I will go to the house and phone Miss Stenton. Do you understand?”

“Yes miss” a small voice replied. Jeremy was almost in tears. It had happened again. What would she do? Why didn’t she cane him and get it over with. He wished his willy would go down.. It was always like this! Once up, it took forever to down again, something most of the teachers had beaten him for.

The feel of her soft hand around his tool took his breath away. “That’s it Jeremy, relax!” said Jessica. His balls tightened as her fingers explored everywhere. “It’s really very big isn’t it!” Jeremy wished the tingling could go on for ever. Jessica saw his expression and reached round to his buttocks. Why were their bumholes so sensitive?

The horses twitched their ears at the strange noise. The reverberation of Jeremy’s shaking legs through the wooden floor was followed closely by a high pitched moan and a feminine squeal of surprise. “Oh Jeremy, you are a big boy!”

Alison grinned as Bertie straightened up, his hands clasping his bottom. “No Bertie, don’t rub it better, and leave your shorts where they are!” she ordered, gripping the cane. “I’ve only given you three strokes. If you can’t recite your eight times table correctly this time, you’ll have another three!”

Bertie sighed. Alison didn’t cane as hard as most teachers, but he had the feeling she’d hardly started. He tried again. “Perfect!” said Alison smiling. “Pull your shorts up and sit down!” She shook her head in bewilderment. Miss Stenton was right. Corporal punishment really did get their brain cells working harder.

Timmy was busy writing a story. Alison looked over his shoulder and pointed to a word. “This is the second time I’ve told you off about this. You know very well how you should spell that word!” Timmy looked up. “Sorry miss, I forgot.” He glanced at the cane on the desk, then at Alison, a worried look on his face. “It’s okay Timmy, I know how sore you are after yesterday. Write the word out fifty times. That should help you remember it!” Timmy gazed at her fondly. “Yes miss, thank you miss.”

“Well well, so what’s this then?” asked Jessica. She was holding Jeremy’s willy tightly and looking at the tip. A large drop of clear liquid had appeared. Jeremy’s breathing was slowing down. He felt so tired. He had to struggle to keep his hands on his head. What had she done to him? It had been so very very nice but he was sure that it shouldn’t have happened.

“Well, I wonder what Miss Stenton will say about this Jeremy. Shall we go and phone her?”

Jeremy felt he was going to be sick. “Please miss, please, oh please don’t!” Jessica smiled, her eyes narrowing. “Well I may phone her, I haven’t decided yet. It really depends on you.” She walked around him, prodding and stroking.

“I’m going to suggest to Miss Stenton that you come and help out at the stables every Saturday. I’ll be going to boarding school next month but it’s not far and I come home at the weekends.”

She stopped and stroked his willy, now completely soft again. “When she asks you, you’re going to tell her that you’d love to come here-okay?” She smiled at her joke.

Jeremy breathed deeply. What could he do? “Yes miss” he replied quietly. “I’ll come miss.”

Jessica took the cane from the hook and flexed it. Then she remembered what her mother had said about sharing him with Alison. She looked at her watch. Goodness, it was after eleven and Alison had insisted on Jeremy joining the others by then.

She ordered the boy to get dressed. “Wash your hands, then go straight to the study. I think Miss Markham is waiting for you.”

Alison was indeed waiting. She had wanted to try her hand at a bit of group teaching and wasn’t too pleased at having only two boys in the class. She was just about to go and find Jeremy herself when he walked in.

“Jeremy, where on earth have you been? You’re thirty minutes late!”

The boy looked confused. Bertie looked at Jeremy and sighed. If Miss Markham was anything like the other teachers, she wouldn’t be interested in excuses. Timmy looked angry. His cousin was working so hard to teach them when she could be outside in the garden. Jeremy deserved a good beating for treating her like this! He looked at Alison picking up the cane. A small part of him was still asking why he thought like this, why he wanted so much to be completely at her mercy, why he wanted to show her how good and obedient he was.

“Lower your shorts and bend over!” Alison ordered. She had to show the boys who was in charge. Miss Stenton had explained many times that excuses only waste time and set bad examples to the others.

“B..but miss I didn’t know what the time was miss.” Jeremy looked desperate. “I didn’t know…..” His voice trailed off as he saw Alison’s expression.

“Jeremy, you have a tongue in your head. You could have asked what the time is.” She pointed to a spot just in front of her desk. “Here!”

Jeremy took the caning quite well, only yelping once when two strokes landed in the same place. Alison didn’t want to waste any more time and immediately started to teach them about fractions. She couldn’t help but smile at Bertie’s obvious desire to please her, even though he hadn’t a clue what she was talking about. Timmy tried as hard as he could and she was surprised at how eager he was to learn, even if it meant making mistakes.

She looked at the time. “You can go and play for fifteen minutes” she announced, closing her book. “Then we’ll try again until lunchtime.”

Jessica arrived as they were going to the garden. The pool looked so inviting. Maybe after lunch. She chatted to Alison about asking Jeremy over to help in the stables. Suddenly they heard shouting outside. Running out they stopped and looked on in amazement at the sight of Timmy and Jeremy rolling about on the grass, punching and kicking each other.

Jessica grabbed Jeremy and pulled him up. “I cannot believe it!” shouted Alison angrily. “Where do you think you are?” She pointed at Jeremy. “You stay here! I’ll deal with Timmy first!” The girls took a bruised and sobbing Timmy back to the study.

Alison picked up the cane. “I don’t care how sore you are from yesterday Timmy, I will not allow fighting and I intend to punish you both severely.” She hesitated. “Tell me why you were fighting! Who started it?”

Timmy looked at her through his tears, then at Jessica. “I did miss. I’m sorry miss, but he…he was saying terrible things miss!”

“What sort of things exactly?” asked Alison sternly.

“He..he was saying rude things about your …your private bits miss” Jessica’s mouth fell open. Timmy sobbed even louder.

“I told him he mustn’t talk like that about my ..my family” He buried his face in his hands.

“He wouldn’t stop miss, so I..I hit him miss!” Timmy pulled his shorts down to his ankles and waited for Alison to order him to bend over. He wiped his eyes. The order never came. For a minute there was only silence broken occasionally by the sound of Timmy crying. He felt a soft hand on his shoulder.

“Pull them up Timmy. Lessons are cancelled till after lunch. Go outside and play with Bertie.”

Alison turned and looked at Jessica, her knuckles white as she gripped the cane. “Get Jeremy please!”