LESBIANS PREFER LITTLE BOYS

BY TOMMY
encoretommy@yahoo.fr

[ part 1 ]

Deirdre sat back in the large leather armchair and took another deep puff of her cigarette. She saw her hand tremble. Fuck's sake Deirdre, don't be such an idiot! She grinned and looked at the clock above the mantelpiece. Tina would be home soon. She exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl slowly upwards. Everything would be okay! If only Tina would hurry up!

Not for the first time she thanked providence for bringing Tina into her life. Yes, she, Deirdre was the brains. The cool, calculating, yes even scientific partner, but....well, what would she do without Tina?

Yes. Tina. Tina was the dynamo that kept her going. The energy, the enthusiasm, so streetwise, so sharp, so....? The word 'evil' entered her mind. She smiled, frowned, then laughed. Well, so what! Yes, Tina was 'evil' but what the hell! Where would she have been without Tina?

Her hand strayed down to her thigh and she pressed her crotch. Damn these smart trousers! What she needed now was a short skirt. She shifted in the comfortable chair and rubbed herself. Shit! Where was she?

Discovering Tina last year had changed her life. She often wondered if there could be another lesbian in the whole world as lucky as her. Like chalk and cheese in many respects, they seemed to fit together like a lock and key. Deirdre the chubby blond, Tina the slim brunette. Both as horny as hell. Both intelligent and successful. Both possessing a deep hatred of men.

Deirdre closed her eyes. Yes, both horny, successful, even ...yes, even evil. What about cruel? What about 'perverted'? Oh yes, those as well.

She heard the sound of a car approaching and pressed her hand harder against her crotch. Tina was here at last. Why the fuck had she taken so long?

Had they done the right thing? Her hand trembled again. Then the old memories cut in, and her hand became still. She clenched her fist. Well, why not? After all... No stop it! The memories suddenly appeared. Her father, stale beer on his breath, pressing himself against her as she lay helpless on her small bed. How old had she been? Nine, ten? The boys at school. How had they found out afterwards? A foster home, childrens home. Beatings, made to perform the most disgusting.... No!!! Men, boys, bastards! Fucking bastards!!

It had been Tina who'd first suggested it. Deirdre had laughed, then had thought 'Why not?'. They were both rich. Large country house miles from anywhere. An elaborate security system. Complete privacy.

Little ideas spoken during the throes of their lovemaking had formed the basis of their plan. When had that been? Yes, she remembered. The shock, the embarrassed silence, then the laughter as both realised that they shared the same perverted interests and fantasies. Fantasies and desires that for millennia had seemingly belonged to the male of the species. Deirdre thought of what they were about to do and her hand rubbed faster. To use a young boy for their own pleasure! This was going to be such fun!

Oh yes, the photos and films they would make. She chuckled. That had been her idea. Of course they didn't need the money. Her mail order business practically ran itself and the money just continued to pour in. Tina's consultancy work abroad netted them thousands every month. Not that Tina spent that much time abroad. She far preferred to work from home whenever possible.

The films. Yes, they had to make them! She rubbed herself harder still. She remembered the thrill as a child, watching Oliver Twist and David Copperfield on television, the tingle between her legs increasing during the spanking scenes. After all, what else were boys for?

She heard the automatic garage door closing. What time was it? Only four o'clock? Seemed much later. So how long had the boy been here? Only a few hours! She sighed and wondered if he was still sleeping. She'd checked on him thirty minutes ago and he'd been still in a deep sleep. She frowned. Had she overdone the chloroform? No, she didn't think so.

It had all been so easy. Lunchtime outside a large secondary school. Hundreds of people coming and going. Plenty of boys to choose from. A couple of words spoken from inside the car. It had taken no more than a few seconds. Tina had made it look so natural and Deirdre had driven the car away the moment the door was shut. The boy had struggled but the chloroform pad held over his face had worked quickly.

The worst part had been actually getting him out of the car and carrying him down to the basement. They'd forgotten how steep the stairs were! Oh yes, the basement. Well, not really a basement - was it? More like an extra floor under the house. She wondered if the agent who sold them the house had realised it even existed. The previous owners had obviously kept it secret. Perhaps they rented the rooms out. No idea. Well, whatever, having a secret set of rooms was certainly useful!

"I see you're missing me already!" Deirdre glanced up at the figure in the doorway and stopped rubbing herself, her cheeks reddening. Tina laughed and kissed her. "No need to stop is there?" she whispered, her hand sliding down between her friend's legs. Deirdre moaned in pleasure. She wanted so badly... Shaking her head, she stood up and kissed Tina on the lips. "Let's save it for later."

She followed her friend into the kitchen, picking up a few of the bags brought in from the car. Tina took two cans of beer from the fridge and handed one to Deirdre. "So, how's our little man?" she asked, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. "Awake yet?" Deirdre leant against the table and took a few sips. "No idea. He was still asleep last time I looked." Tina grinned. "And er...is he uncut, or haven't you checked yet?" Deirdre winced. She hated that expression. She saw Tina grinning and laughed, blushing slightly. "Yes, I did check, and if you mean circumcised, then no, he isn't." Tina nodded. "Great. Men look stupid enough with those things between their legs without making it even worse. Nothing uglier than a cock with its foreskin missing!"

Her friend almost spilt her drink. "Oh Tina!" She wiped her eyes. "Don't make me laugh so much!" She suddenly remembered something. "Oh yes. And you'll be pleased to hear that he hasn't any hair, you know, round his things. Smooth as a baby's bottom!"

She nodded at the bags. "You've been busy then? " "Yep." Tina started to unpack. "Spare batteries for the camcorders and digital cameras, a few more toys from our favourite shops in Soho." Deirdre giggled. "Oh, and this!" Tina opened a long box and took a strange rod shaped object out. "Found it in the second hand shop. Look!" She pressed a small button set just above the handle and a loud buzzing filled the room. "Cattle prod" declared Tina triumphantly. "Just in case we have any er..any trouble with our young guest." She laughed. "Any nonsense and he gets a few thousand volts up his arse! Or somewhere a bit more interesting!" Deirdre bit her lip and giggled. A frown appeared. "Yes, but don't forget he's only a kid Tina. Perhaps we shouldn't be too strict with him and....." She saw the look in Tina's eyes and stopped. She understood perfectly. She remembered the evening last year when Tina had told her the whole story. A frisson of terror swept over her as she recalled how her friend had sobbed uncontrollably half the night. Raped and beaten up when she was only nine, by boys only a few years older than her. Left for dead at the side of the park, only to be found by a man walking his dog later that evening. How the man, far from calling for help, had taken her to his house and kept her there for almost three weeks, raping and torturing her every day before finally letting her go. Nobody had ever been caught. "Shit, I'm sorry Tina. You're right. Man or boy, what's the difference?" Tina's eyes narrowed for a second, then she chuckled and held up her thumb and forefinger. "The only difference between men and boys, Deirdre, is that. About three inches!" Their laughter reverberated round the kitchen.

Ben wiped his eyes again and sat on the large double bed, hugging his knees to his chest. He still had his grey school jumper on and could see his blazer hanging up on the wall, but where were his trousers? His head was still throbbing. Where was he? What had those ladies done to him? So difficult to remember.

The room was large and bright. A small table on each side of the huge bed held vases of flowers - plastic perhaps? A huge wardrobe dominated one wall and framed posters and photos littered the others. Ben gazed at them with interest. Boys everywhere. Photos of naked boys playing, sketches of boys being beaten by old fashioned schoolteachers. So strange!

One door, the door leading out, was locked. He knew. He'd already tried it-repeatedly. Next to the door was a small keypad. Clearly you had to know the code to open it. On the other side of the room were two more doors. The one closest to him led to a smart bathroom. The other room was what appeared to be some kind of dressing room and kitchen. A sink, fridge and microwave were squashed at one end with another wardrobe along one wall. Why no windows? The only light in the room came from powerful overhead strip lights.

He let go of his knees and got off the bed. Much better now. His legs didn't feel as wobbly as before. If only he could find his trousers. Who'd taken them off? He couldn't remember a thing. A sound? Footsteps? Suddenly, the large heavy door swung open and two ladies walked in. The shorter, fatter one reminded him of his aunt and a lump came to his throat. Her companion, a tall thin, severe looking lady looked like a teacher. Perhaps... "What's your name young man?" asked Deirdre, smiling reassuringly at the frightened boy. "Ben. Er.. Ben Taylor." "Ben Taylor....what?" asked the strict looking lady. Ben understood. "Ben Taylor, miss." "Well stand up straight and pull those pants up properly! Hands by your sides please!" Deirdre watched as the boy yanked his underpants up, the tight material accentuating his little bulge. She shivered and glanced at Tina. No, take it easy! They'd already discussed this. Nice and gentle does it. Mustn't go too fast!

"Please miss, why am I ...?" Tina raised her hand to silence him. Ben noticed a long metal tube in her other hand. What could that be? "Be quiet Ben!" Something in her voice told Ben that this was not a lady to disobey. "If you want to talk, you will raise your hand." She closed the door.

"How old are you Ben?" "Twelve miss." Tina's eyebrow raised slightly. He seemed younger. Well, not to worry. "Well Ben, what you need to know is this. We have brought you here for a little project we're doing." She saw Deirdre grin. "Let me make it quite clear here and now that you have absolutely no say in the matter. You will stay here for approximately ten days and do exactly what we say. If you refuse to obey or give us any trouble, we will simply keep you here longer until you change your mind." She paused. "I don't want to waste time, so if you want to go home as soon as possible, I'd advise you to be a good obedient little boy and behave yourself."

Ben looked at her, his face a mixture of emotion. Deirdre chuckled. Of course it would take time for it all to sink in. She gazed at the boy's pants again and licked her lips. She saw a tear run down his cheek. Funny how she hadn't noticed before what a pretty boy he was. Yes, he did look a bit younger than twelve. Was it his curly blond hair or freckles? His large brown eyes made him look like a little puppy. Not exactly fat, he certainly wasn't thin. What did they call it? Puppy fat? He certainly had some of that. His thighs looked so firm. So juicy! Deirdre felt the tingling between her legs and tried to calm down. His bottom sticking out, a perfect half moon, stretching his pants to breaking point, just begging to be fondled and spanked. His little boy parts waiting to be examined, squeezed and played with. He wasn't far into puberty, that was obvious from his lack of pubic hair, but she was sure she'd be able to coax something out of him. Wasn't boy juice supposed to be good for you? Where had she read that? Oh and his cute little mouth. That tongue! His little tongue, probing, pushing, licking down between....

Ben raised his hand. A tear ran down his other cheek. "Yes?" "Miss, I don't understand. What project?" Tina smiled. "Well, we intend to use you mainly for two things. One is to make films about corporal punishment. Have you ever seen films where the boy is punished, usually spanked or given the cane?" Ben nodded. "Yes miss" Yes he'd seen films like that. It used to happen in schools a long time ago. "Well, we'll be filming you in a variety of scenarios, some of them very realistic, other quite pornographic and some rather esoteric." She winked at Deirdre. "The other reason you're here is for our own enjoyment. You'll learn how to give pleasure to a lady." She stopped. The expression on his face was priceless! The poor boy was totally confused. "The best thing Ben, is not to worry about the details. You just do what you're told and everything will be fine."

The boy wiped his eyes, suddenly looking very scared. He hadn't understood everything, that was true, but he knew what corporal punishment was, and the word pornographic. He remembered the afternoon he'd spent with a friend, leafing through some of his Dad's magazines. That was pornography. Naked ladies doing things with men. Yes, he knew about sex. They'd studied it last term at school, but it all seemed so remote. And spanking? His Mum had slapped his bum a few times when he'd really annoyed her, but that wasn't really spanking, was it? He knew that the cane was used when his Dad was at school, but teachers today weren't allowed to do anything like that.

He raised his hand. "But miss, the cane won't be a real one will it? I mean...I mean..if you spank me, it won't be real...won't be..." Tina nodded. "Yes Ben, it will be real. The films have to be realistic." Deirdre saw the confused look on his face and looked at Tina. "Yes, but we'll start off very gently at first, won't we. Besides Ben.." She smiled at the boy. "Boys have been spanked and whipped all through history. A sore bottom is nothing new!" Ben gazed at Deirdre, then at Tina. Suddenly he covered his face with both hands and sobbed loudly. "I want to go home. Please take me home. Please!" Deirdre looked at the pitiful figure and saw Tina's eyes narrow. Yes, they'd expected this. After all, how else could he react? She noticed the empty glass and plate on the table. At least he'd eaten something.

Both women waited patiently while the boy sobbed. Had to get it out of his system! Tina spoke, a little more softly this time. "Okay Ben, I know it's a shock, but the fact is that you will be going home. Just how soon is completely up to you." She sighed and looked at Deirdre. "We're going to leave you now for about twenty minutes to think it over." She pointed to the large clock above the door. "When we come back I want to see those things on the table washed and put away. There's a sink in that room there. If I don't have complete obedience, you'll go to a small room for twenty four hours – no light, pitch black, no bed, spiders, cobwebs, no food - until you change your mind. It's up to you!"

The ladies turned and left, waiting a few seconds while Deirdre keyed in the code. Ben sank to his knees and cried. A dream. Please let it be a dream!

"Well, he eat the sandwiches." said Tina as they walked back to the stairs. Deirdre nodded, giggling. It had been her idea to sprinkle some crushed cialis inside. "Yes, but I only gave him a small dose. Later on I'll use some viagra, then some more cialis tomorrow. Should be interesting! "

It was more like half an hour before they returned, Deirdre having smoked a few cigarettes and Tina grabbing another beer. The boy was sitting quietly on the bed, his eyes red and cheeks wet from tears. "Stand up Ben!" ordered Deirdre softly. She stroked his hair pushing the curls away from his eyes. Bloody hell, he was just so cute! Tina smiled. At least he'd stobbed crying. "Well Ben, are you going to be good, or do we have to wait a few more days?"

The boy looked at her and nodded. "Yes miss." He buried his face in his hands and sobbed quietly for a few seconds. Had to be good! Had to do what they said. Anything to get home! "Good boy." Tina sat on the bed and took a camera out of a bag next to her. "I don't want to waste time, so before we start we have to sort out some clothes for you." She saw the puzzled look on his face. "No Ben, for the films, you have to be dressed correctly." She saw Deirdre grin and blushed slightly. The subject of how he should look had been one of their favourite topics. "You can wear the jumper; that's quite smart, but we have to change your shirt and underpants. Oh and find a nice pair of shorts for you." Ben raised his hand. "But miss, I've got my trousers - somewhere." He looked around. He'd forgotten to ask about them.

"No Ben, little boys wear shorts. Oh, and we have to find a smart tie for you. I don't agree with this latest trend in schools." Ignoring his puzzled glance, she walked into the dressing room and opened the wardrobe, talking over her shoulder. "I'm going to put some clothes here for you and I want you to try on the vests and underpants. Come on!"

She held out her hand. "Better give me the jumper and shirt ." Ben hesitated for a second, then pulled his jumper over his head. Deirdre watched him unbutton his white shirt. They'd agreed that it was far too long. Far better to have a shirt that ended at the waist. Mustn't cover his underpants. That would be no good at all! Oh yes, the underpants! Deirdre exhaled slowly, a faint tingling starting between her legs. Nice though the boy's pants were, they didn't come close to what they were looking for. She saw the boy take off his shirt and hand it to Tina. Hopefully, her skills at dressmaking hadn't let her down. The selection of pants and shorts residing in the wardrobe had taken her weeks to modify!

The boy turned for a moment and she blinked in wonder at the sight of his smooth tummy. Beautiful. So beautiful! "Now then Ben," continued Tina, exiting the room. "I want you to put on a vest and underpants from this pile and show us how they look." Ushering the boy into the room, she smiled for a second and came out, shutting the door. Let him have a bit of privacy. It was early days yet! "Lovely isn't he?" whispered Tina, sitting next to her friend. She turned on her camera. Deirdre whistled softly and nodded.

The door opened and the boy appeared in white shirt and light blue underpants. Deirdre felt her heart race. The shirt ended just below his belly button. Perhaps a little too short. But his pants! How many times had she explained to Tina? Yes, they had to be tight, of course, thin and tight. But in the right places!

The pair the boy was wearing now had been one of her later attempts. Not only must they outline the bottom perfectly, but they should be shaped in such a way as to disappear deep between the buttocks. The front had been a source of much contention. Whereas Tina had suggested as tight as possible, Deirdre had ideas of her own. Generally tight, yes, but the area covering the genitals should be a bit thinner and looser, allowing a perfect outline to show and leaving nothing to the imagination. Gazing at Ben, she knew she'd excelled herself. She felt Tina tap her leg and turn on the camera. "Hmm, not bad. Turn round Ben." The boy faced the other way and Deirdre's mouth opened wide. Perfect! Not only did they outline each buttock, they were slightly shorter than standard pants, leaving a considerable portion of the lower buttocks completely bare.

"Okay Ben, the pants are fine but the shirt is a little short. Go and put the pants on the chair next to the wardrobe, then try on another set. Come on, we don't have all afternoon!"

The next pair of underpants proved as interesting as the first, if not slightly too tight. This time at least the vest was the required length. By the time the boy had tried on all the garments, Deirdre was pleased to see they had five pairs of pants and four shirts that were ideal. She wondered if the boy had any idea of how provocative he looked. No, too young and innocent.

Tina stood up. Deirdre saw how flushed she was and chuckled. Some fashion show! "Good boy. We've sorted that out, now we just have to choose the shorts. Come on! " The boy followed her into the other room. "Leave the pants and shirt on for the moment" she said, taking a pile of shorts out. "Try these on now."

Ben's hand strayed to the back of his pants. "Miss, can I wear my other pants? These feel funny. They feel...." "No Ben, they look great. You'll just have to get used to them." She walked out. "Quickly now!"

"So, did you get plenty of good shots?" asked Deirdre, proffering the camera as Tina came and sat down. She laughed. "How he looks in those pants!" Tina took the camera. "Wicked!" she said, her eyes shining. "Bloody wicked!"

The shorts that Deirdre had modified had taken her ages to find. Not just standard grey school shorts, but also white shorts used for PE lessons. The aim had been to choose shorts that were as stretchy and thin as possible, yet easy to alter. No belt or zip at the front, just an elasticated waist.

The first pair Ben tried on were a disaster. Obviously she'd shrunk the back too much. Entering a few seconds later however, Ben treated both women to a sight that rendered them speechless.

Stretchy enough to cope with the typical exertions of a young boy, they nevertheless resembled the underpants in how they hugged the contour of the boy's pert posterior. Both the front and back gave the impression that the boy's skin had merely been painted grey. Deirdre was overjoyed to see that her alterations had also resulted in them being shorter than normal - just like his underpants. Even with the shorts on, a few inches of his lower bottom cheeks were visible.

Tina spoke first, trying to keep the shaking out of her voice. Quickly she took a few photos. "Good boy. Put them on the chair with the others we've chosen. Now the next pair." A succession of grey and white shorts followed. Fortunately, none were as bad as the first pair and they were left with an impressive collection.

"Excellent" announced Tina. Rummaging in a drawer, she found a small schoolboy's tie with an elastic string attached and put it round his neck, arranging it carefully. "There we go. What a smart little boy you look now!" She smiled at her friend. "What do you think?" Deirdre blinked. This was amazing! She coughed. "Er, very good. Very good indeed!"

Tina looked at her watch. "Well, I'm sure that you're starting to get hungry Ben, and I don't want you to go to bed late." She saw Deirdre bite her lip and blush. "But perhaps we have time for a short filming session. Just to get you used to the procedure." Ben looked up. fear in his eyes. "Now miss? I mean..are you going to cane me miss? Do I have to..." "No Ben, we're not going to use the cane tonight. We have to get you used to corporal punishment first."

She ran her finger down his cheek and smiled. "I'd like to shoot a simple scene where a naughty boy is late for his class and gets a spanking." She saw him open his mouth and held up her hand. "Don't worry. It will sting a bit, but not too much. Besides, since it's the first time, it will be over your shorts. Nothing to worry about."

For a second, she saw a defiant look in his eyes. She lowered her voice. "You've already agreed to cooperate Ben." Her voice became a whisper and she held up the cattle prod. "Any disobedience now and you'll be punished. This thing is excruciating. I assure you it will hurt far more than any caning! Now, let's go!"

Close to tears, the boy followed Deirdre out of the door and along a short corridor. Tina followed, admiring the way the boy's bottom wobbled seductively in his tight shorts. Fuck that looked good!

The room chosen for the filming was the largest in the underground complex. Ben saw with astonishment that part of the room had been converted into a classroom. An old fashioned pupil's desk sat opposite a larger desk for the teacher, behind which hung a large blackboard and various posters depicting the multiplication tables, a map of the world and parts of the body. Next to the board was a tall cupboard and shelves. A musty smell hung in the air. Deirdre shivered. The whole place was so realistic.

At the far end of the room, among piles of junk, stood a table upon which were arranged a series of battery chargers, all connected to a plug in the wall. Tina picked up one of the batteries and inserted it into a rather fancy looking camcorder.

"Well?" she asked quietly, looking at Deirdre. She grinned. "So, what do you have planned?" Deirdre’s heart pounded in her ears. She looked down at Ben and smiled at him.

"Well Ben, all I want you to do in this scene is walk in the room and I'll take it from there." She paused. Shit! His arse looked so sexy! And that bulge. His little things, just so...The tingling grew stronger. No, save it. Save it for later when.... "If the spanking stings too much, I don't mind if you cry a bit, but I don't want you to wriggle or try to get off my lap." She looked at Tina. "Otherwise the lady here will be very angry. Very angry indeed!"

Ben scarcely had time to consider this. Deirdre switched on a few powerful lights and stood next to her desk. Tina ushered him out. "Count to ten, then come in!" Quickly, she positioned herself next to the door ready to film. The door opened.

"Ah, so you've finally decided to grace me with your presence, have you?" a voice boomed down the room. "You're ten minutes late. Come here!" Ben walked to her desk as if a dream, while Tina filmed from behind. She focused the camera on his back, then did a close up of his backside. Those shorts...!

Deirdre had pulled her chair to one side and was sitting down. "Come on! Over my lap" she ordered, pulling the confused boy across her knee." She waited a second for Tina to get closer. "I know it's your first day, so I will be lenient, but I will not tolerate lateness to my lessons." She ran her hand over his large buttocks marvelling at how the shorts stuck to them like a second skin. "Naughty boys have their bottoms warmed, and you're no exception!"

The first slap took Ben by surprise. Having realised that a warm up would look silly on film, Deirdre decided to make it look as realistic as possible. The slaps reverberated around the room, the pitch increasing slightly as her hand sought out the bare part of his bottom.

Ben shut his eyes, then opened them wide as a particularly hard slap caught the top of his thigh. "Owww! miss! Please miss! Owwww No! Please! His pleas grew louder and Tina knelt down, filming his face as the spanks fell. Fuck! This was better than she'd ever dreamt! The boy burst into tears and she saw them run down his cheeks. "Stop wriggling Ben!" Deirdre held him frimly over her lap, her left hand round his waist. "We're only half way. We can continue with these shorts down if you want. Is that what you want?" The question was followed with a few more slaps on the uncovered part of his bum. She gazed with satisfaction at the pinky hue spreading down to his thighs.

"Nooo, please not there! " Ben arched his back in an effort to dodge the hard slaps. "Right young man, you heard what I said. Stand up!" Ben had hardly time to realise what she was doing. Lifted off her lap he immediately clasped both hands to his rear. "Oh no you don't!" spat Deirdre, grabbing his hands, her face flushed. "On your head. We're not finished yet. I said, on your head!" Ben obeyed, his eyes full of tears. "Miss, I.." He had no time to finish the sentence. In a second, his shorts were pulled down to his ankles and his underpants yanked up hard. Tina had a few seconds to film his obscene bulge before Deirdre pulled the boy back across her lap.

Ben screamed as his rear with covered with hard slaps. Despite the shorts being thin, they had at least afforded some protection. Pausing for a second, she pulled his shorts over his ankles and threw them on her desk.

Tina was floating on air. Moving around, she filmed from various angles, down from above, between his legs, close ups of his face as each slap landed, close ups of his bottom as it shivered in anticipation for the next spank, and finally, following a whisper to Deirdre, a rather exiting close up of his little bulge jiggling about as he lifted his hips, tying in vain to avoid the slaps on his bare thigh.

"There, I think you've learned your lesson now" said Deirdre, stroking his bottom, Through his thin underpants she could feel his hot buttocks. "There, there, it's all over now. Here, let me just have a look. Lift your hips up a bit. That's right." His tears lessening slightly, Ben felt his underpants being slid down and removed. "Miss, I..." Deirdre smiled and stroked his reddened buttocks gently. "Sshhh. Just be quiet. Isn't that better, hmmm?" Despite his embarrassment, Ben had to admit that the cool air on his hot skin did feel remarkably soothing. As for the lady's hand, well that felt nice as well, sort of... Tina continued filming, marvelling at his bright red buttocks and top of his thighs. Gosh, that must been painful! She giggled. So what?

Slowly, his sobs subsided and he lay quietly as Deirdre stroked his sore skin. If he wondered why her fingers occasionally strayed to other places, he didn't show it. Tina looked at her watch. Deirdre nodded.

"Okay Ben," she said quietly. "I'm going to allow you to stand up now and I want your hands on your head. If I see any hesitation, you're back over my lap for another spanking. Understand?" "Yes miss" a small voice replied. It was only as he was lifted off her lap that he remembered his predicament, but it was too late. His instincts told him to immediately put his hands over his privates, but the glow from his backside suggested that this was perhaps not the wisest course of action.

Deirdre’s eyes widened as she saw the boy's penis, not small and limp as it had been when she' d secretly checked it while he slept, but sticking out horizontally. She glanced at Tina. Yes, she was getting everything!

She gazed with amusement at the boy's face, now as red as his bottom. Not only were his little private parts on full view in front of two ladies, but he had an erection as well! Not a full erection certainly, but still exquisitely embarrassing for a boy just starting puberty.

"Get rid of it please Ben." she said, very softly. Ben looked round, his face beetroot red. "Miss?" Deirdre smiled, but her eyes narrowed slightly. "Now is not the time nor place for discussing this. Your penis is sticking up. I want it back down. I'm going to count to ten, if it is still stiff, I'll spank you again, though a lot harder. One.....two.." She needn't have bothered. With the caresses at an end and the thought of a further session over the lady's lap, Ben's penis shrank rapidly, returning to the small soft three inches Deirdre expected.

Tina whistled softly and switched off the camera. "Right" she said, trying to look like she did this every day. "Pants and shorts back on Ben, then we'll go and eat."

She placed the camera back on the table and slid the battery back into its recharger.

"Then we'll give you a nice bath" she said, winking at Deirdre. "Oh yes Ben. We have to get you nice and clean, ready for bed!"