LESBIANS PREFER LITTLE BOYS

BY TOMMY
encoretommy@yahoo.fr

[ part 3 ]

Ben rolled over on his side and opened his eyes. For a second he couldn’t remember where he was, then the realisation hit him and he felt the tears start. He heard a sound behind him and froze, holding his breath. Turning his head, he saw the outline of the thin lady under the sheets. Where was the other one? He dimly remembered her leaving the room at some stage. When had that been?

At least his hands were untied. He rubbed his wrists where the straps had been. The other straps, down…? He slid his hand down under the sheet and touched himself. The cords had all been removed. It still felt a bit sore though. He remembered how they had pulled them to make him try harder. He winced. That had been awful! How long had they made him do all those things? Confused images entered his mind. He licked his lips. That awful salty taste was still there. How long had he licked the lady’s privates? The first lady – the fatter one – had made so much noise! What then? Oh, yes! He felt his bum. No, the soreness had gone. The thin lady had spanked him again. She’d been so angry with him. But he’d tried so hard! His tongue was sore from licking for so long. She’d yanked the cords hard and made him scream. Oh, and the other things they’d done, so embarrassing, pushing that funny buzzing thing inside his bottom. Yuck! That had been horrible! The way they had laughed when his thing went hard. Why did it do that all the time? Their fingers had been all over him, exploring him and trying to make it even stiffer. Then ordering him to make it go down. He couldn’t! It had only been when the thin lady had started to tap his balls with that riding crop, it had finally gone soft again. That had hurt!

Tina smiled. So he was awake? She yawned and looked at her watch. Eight o’clock? Fuck, she must have slept well. No doubt Deirdre was checking her email and making coffee. Always the early riser.

The smell of the young boy next to her was just so beautiful. A sort of sweet yet exciting aroma. How he’d worked last night! Oh yes, they’d kept him busy. How many times had he made her come? She’d lost count. Poor kid must have a sore tongue. Yes, and a sore backside as well. She chuckled. Soon to be a lot sorer! Little bastard! That’s all they were good for!

“Do you need to go to the bathroom Ben?” she asked quietly. She saw the boy freeze. He hadn’t realised she was awake. There was a pause. “Y..yes please.” Tina frowned. “Yes please – what?” Ben swallowed. “Sorry miss…I mean yes please miss.” “Well go then!”

She heard the toilet being flushed. “Did you wash your hands?” she asked as he came back. Ben shook his head. “Filthy little runt. Go and wash them!” Tina rolled over to his side of the bed and sat on the edge. She grinned as she saw him come back, both hands held over his privates. He blushed and shifted from foot to foot nervously. Despite the previous evening, he still felt uncomfortable seeing the ladies completely naked. Their nakedness seemed to embarrass him as much as his own. The thin one had smaller breasts but her nipples were so dark! So hairy between the legs! Why so much hair? What was she going to do now?

“Did you sleep well young man?” she asked, taking his hands in hers. “Yes, I think so” he replied, looking down at what she was doing. Tina’s eyes narrowed. She held his little testicles in one hand and squeezed them gently. “When you talk to me, you say miss, understood?” Ben felt her grip tighten. “Y..yes miss..sorry miss. I..I…” “When you use the loo, you wash your hands, okay?” Ben nodded, starting to panic. She was squeezing his balls harder. “Yes miss.” His voice was higher now. “Finally, you will never try to hide your pathetic little cock! Keep your hands away. Understand, Ben?” The poor boy squirmed and he felt tears come to his eyes. “Yes miss, sorry. Miss…please miss..owwww!” His balls felt like they were being squeezed flat in a vice. He burst into tears and bent double. “Please! Stop miss…please!”

Tina laughed and released him. “Turn round!” The whimpering boy obeyed and she saw with some surprise that his buttocks were as lily white as when he’d arrived. What a fuss he’d made, she thought. All that crying when he’d been spanked! “Hands behind your back!” Ben felt the tears running down his cheeks. Not again? She tied his hands together with the leather cord and turned him round. “Remember what you did last night Ben?” she asked quietly, her hand returning to his balls. He flinched and nodded. Must keep her happy, please don’t let her… “Yes miss.” Tina felt his two testicles and smiled. “So, would you like to do it again Ben? To make me very, very happy?” The boy felt her grip his balls again. He shivered. “Yes miss, yes please miss!” There was panic in his voice. “But you will do it properly, won’t you Ben? Will you lick fast Ben? That little hard bump – remember? Will you, Ben?” She tightened her grip slightly and laughed at the look of fear in his eyes. So funny! “You see Ben, if you don’t do it really, really well, I’m going to have to squeeze these little ball things again. So, will you try hard Ben?” She saw him sniff back the tears and swallow. “Yes miss, honestly miss, I…I promise miss!”

“Good, well why don’t you show me what a good little boy you are?” Tina lay down but kept a tight hold of the boy’s testicles. “Come on Ben. I’m not letting go of these till you’ve finished. Head down there, bottom up here. Like this.. yes, good boy!” She positioned him so he straddled her, knees either side of her tummy, his head down in her crotch, bum sticking up in front of her face. What a cute little anus he had!

It had been her idea to keep his hands tied all the time. So much easier to control, she’d explained. The poor boy had to work a little harder.

Ben felt her hand tighten again around his balls and pushed his head down deep into the woman’s crotch. The salty taste in his mouth, he wasn’t sure if it was from her, or from his own tears. Deeper and deeper he pushed, sticking his tongue out as far as he could. He’d learnt the hard way how fussy the lady was and silently prayed that he was doing it correctly. Tina closed her eyes and caressed the boy’s testicles and penis. This was so very, very good! She gave his balls a little squeeze and felt his tongue pushing harder. Fuck, that was great! So easy to control. Just another little squeeze and… Oh yes! She suddenly giggled at the absurdity of it all. Her fingers toyed with the boy’s privates and she felt him getting hard. His little anus twitched and she teased it with the tip of her finger. Oh yes, he liked that! What a stiff little cock he was getting!

“A bit faster Ben” she ordered breathlessly, gripping his balls again. He flinched and she felt his tongue go crazy, making her clitoris tingle like a live wire. “Ohhh fuck! Ohh fuck!!! Her back arched as her orgasm rippled through her sweaty body making every nerve end hum with increasing intensity. Her grip tightened and Ben writhed in pain, his tongue numb with fatigue as he sought to continue, his face soaked from his tears and her own wetness.

“Miss, please miss…please…owww!” He lifted his head and squirmed as his little scrotum was squeezed harder. Suddenly he felt her relax the grip. He glanced quickly behind him and saw the lady with her eyes closed, a broad smile on her face.

“Hmm, that was very good Ben. Very good indeed” she whispered. She was silent for a few seconds, still stroking the boy’s penis, which, despite his discomfort, remained erect. “But why did you stop before I’d told you to?” she asked, her voice suddenly harder. “I didn’t give you permission to stop, did I?”

The boy looked back, his face glistening. “B..but miss, it was so painful miss. Sorry miss. Please, I…I…” Tina laughed. “Oh Ben, don’t whine!” She yawned. “Get off the bed and stand in the corner. Go!” He rolled over onto the bed, and shuffled to the edge. “Miss, please can you untie my hands?” he asked meekly. Tina laughed. “Shut up Ben! One more word from you and I’ll whip those little nuts till they’re bright red. In the corner!”

Ben stood in the corner between the wardrobe and the door to the small dressing room. “Face the wall! On your toes!” Tina stretched and looked around for her clothes, finally discovering them shoved under the bed. Shit! She needed a shower and something to eat.

“Legs further apart Ben!” She saw one of the leather cords on the floor. What the hell! “Don’t move!” She made a quick lasoo-type loop at the end and slipped it over the boy’s penis. “Miss…please…what..?” The sound of her hand slapping his buttock reverberated around the room. “One more word out of you and it’ll be the tawse again” hissed Tina. “Only, not on your bottom. Somewhere much more painful!” The loop was pulled tight just behind the glans. Ben squealed and received another hard slap. Tina saw the red imprints of her hand on his backside and laughed. Now then, where to tie the…? Of course, she’d forgotten about the collar!

Opening the wardrobe, she rummaged at the back of the top shelf and found what she was looking for. A small black collar decorated with silver studs and rings. Perfect! She placed it round Ben’s neck. “Don’t move please!” The fit was just right. Why hadn’t they thought of this last night?

She picked up the cord dangling between his legs. “Now, just up here and..” She pulled the cord up his back and tied the end to the ring on his collar, ensuring that his small penis was pulled down and back as far as possible.

“There, that should stop you having any erections for a while” she announced, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “Oh stop crying Ben.” She ran her fingers down his back and patted his soft bottom. “I really haven’t given you anything to cry about yet. Her fingers continued down and she teased the back of his scrotum. “Hmm, I bet that feels nice doesn’t it? “ She continued for a while longer, her other hand reaching round and creeping slowly up his thigh till it reached his privates. She felt his penis and chuckled as it started to stiffen.”

“Okay Ben, I’m going to get dressed and have breakfast. Make sure you don’t move an inch while I’m gone.” She kissed the back of his neck and left.

Ben heard the door close. The lady’s fingers had done their work and he felt the cord biting into his willy as it hardened. Owww! Make it go down! Must make it soft again! Please make it soft!

The smell of coffee reached Tina’s nostrils long before she reached the kitchen. Deirdre was sitting at the table, skimming through one of her heavy files. She looked up as Tina entered and grinned. Tina laughed. “Hmm, that was nice” she said, kissing Deirdre and reaching for a cup. “What a way to start the day!” Deirdre pretended to sound hurt. “You could have waited for me. I hope you haven’t worn him out!” Tina sat down and sipped her coffee. Black as usual, no sugar. She gazed at Deirdre’s milk laded sugary concoction and sighed. How could she drink it like that?

“Oh, I think you’ll find Ben has plenty of energy left” she replied, her eyes shining. “Only, … well, he’s a bit tied up at the moment, if you know what I mean.” Deirdre giggled. “Oh you cruel woman, what have you done to him? He’s such a precious little thing!” “Yes, very precious” said Tina, leaning back. “So what are we going to do today with our ‘precious little thing’?” Deirdre closed her file. “Well, I had thought of a nice little film where a certain naughty schoolboy gets spanked on his bare bottom for being late again. Then, perhaps a scene in which he’s caught playing with himself and has to suffer the consequences.” Tina’s eyes narrowed. “And what would those be exactly? Something exquisitely painful, I hope.” Deirdre laughed. “Oh yes. A long hard caning.” She rose from her chair and licked her lips. “Long, hard and yes, exquisitely painful!”

Tina saw the lust in her eyes and nodded to the door. “Well why don’t you go and check our little actor is fit and well” she whispered. “Oh, by the way, I found that keeping a firm grip on certain things helps to concentrate his mind enormously.”

Ben gasped for breath, his head squeezed hard between the woman’s fat thighs as she writhed violently, arching her back as the orgasm coursed through her body. Her hands gripped his buttocks tightly and he flicked his tongue over her hard little bump again and again, waiting for permission to stop. Mustn’t make that mistake again, he thought. At least this lady wasn’t as nasty as the other one. Yes, she’d held his testicles while he started, but hadn’t squeezed them nearly as hard as her friend. She seemed to prefer playing with his bum, for some reason. If only she’d untie him a bit! He’d heard her laugh when she came in the room and had asked her so politely if she could take the cord off his willy. His erection had long since subsided, but nevertheless, having his penis pulled backwards was so uncomfortable. A wet kiss was her answer. That, and a playful fondling of his balls, which immediately made him start crying. “You’ll just have to learn to control yourself Ben” she’d explained, watching his penis pull the cord tight.

“Okay puppy dog, you can stop now.” Deirdre felt exhausted. The boy had learnt well. That had been much better than last night! She ran her hands over his thighs and up onto his back. Must be so uncomfortable with his hands tied like that. She followed the cord down his back to where it was tied around his penis. The boy flinched as she felt it and she laughed. “Okay, off the bed. Back in the corner!”

Ben twisted his body and rolled over and off the bed. Deirdre saw his face glistening and shook her head. Poor kid needed a shower.

“I bet you’re hungry, aren’t you?” she asked kindly. Ben sniffed. “Yes miss.” Deirdre quickly dressed herself and tidied the bedclothes. “Well, if you behave yourself when we make the next film, I’ll make you a scrummy breakfast. Sausages, bacon, eggs, toast – the lot. But you must be good and do exactly as I say. Understand?” Ben felt his hunger increase. So hungry! “Yes miss, promise! Honestly, I…”

The door opened and Ben heard the other lady come in. He kept his face touching the wall and pushed himself up on his tip-toes. Please don’t let her make him do it again, please! His tongue felt almost numb.

“Oh, I see you’ve enjoyed yourself” said Tina. She put her arms round her lover and kissed her cheek. “Hmm, so what now?” she whispered. Deirdre giggled. “He’s a bit smelly and needs a wash but I thought why not do a quick film first.” She glanced over to where the boy was standing. Such a beautiful white bottom. Soon change that! “Then he can have something to eat.”

“Right Ben, over here. Come on!” The boy turned and walked over to where Deirdre was sitting, his eyes darting from one lady to the other. “Good boy. Turn around. That’s right. Now let’s get this untied shall we?”

Ben felt her hands around his neck and breathed a sigh of relief. Deirdre turned him around and held his soft penis, gently easing the cord over the sore-looking glans. “Oh, we’ll have to put some cream on that, won’t we?” She looked at Tina. “Can you pass me that jar on the table?”

Her hands felt so soft and Ben closed his eyes as the lady very slowly massaged the tip of his penis. Deirdre winked at Tina and spread the cream over the boy’s cute little balls, running her fingers between his thighs and up between his buttocks. Despite his fear of the ladies previous warnings about his erections, Ben felt his penis harden immediately. Why did it do that? Yes, the lady’s hand felt nice, but he didn’t want his willy to go stiff! It wasn’t fair!

He was woken from his reverie by a finger teasing him just behind his scrotum. He opened his eyes. “Oh dear Ben, you’re up to your old tricks again, aren’t you!” joked Deirdre. Her fingers nuzzled the sides of his scrotum. She felt him jerk and chuckled as his erection grew. “Perhaps we can use this in the film” she said, looking at Tina. “Tell me Ben, when you play with yourself in bed, does anything come out of your penis?” She enjoyed the confused and embarrassed look on his face. “I mean, does some white cream come out?” she asked, looking genuinely interested.

Ben felt the room spin. Everything was being laid bare before these ladies. Now his most personal… his most private moments, and he had to… He swallowed. “I… I..think so miss” he answered, looking around him nervously. “I mean miss..I…” He stopped suddenly. What on earth had he done? He’d just admitted that he played with himself! What..? Deirdre smiled. “Good, because we need quite a lot of it.” She gripped his semi erect manhood between her thumb and forefinger and gave it a quick rub. “I do hope you’re going to be a good boy when I milk you. I expect at least a glass a day. Think you can manage that?”

Ben blinked and looked confused. What did she mean. Yes, something wet and sticky did come out of his willy when he played with himself, but it had only started happening in the last month or so, and certainly wasn’t a lot. What did she mean, milk? Was it like milk? He’d never thought of it before.

“I asked you a question young man.” Deirdre felt his left testicle and squeezed it gently. “How much can you make?” She saw Tina stifling a laugh and bit her lip to stop herself giggling.

Ben felt her hand tighten on his little balls and shook his head. “Er..I don’t know miss. Honestly miss, I…” He squealed as his balls were squeezed tighter. Deirdre nodded slowly. “Okay Ben, but I do expect you to produce at least one glassful every day. Okay?” Ben nodded. He had no idea how much she meant, but her fingers were starting to hurt him. “Y..yes miss..promise miss!”

Tina looked at her watch and nudged Deirdre. “I have to go out in a few hours – remember?” Deirdre sighed. “Sorry, I forgot.” She stood up. “Right young man, let’s get to work. The sooner we finish, the sooner you eat.” She gave his penis a flick with her finger. “Then you can give me a nice glass of milk!”

She looked at Tina. “Do you have his clothes there? I think they’re on the chair.” Tina found the boy’s grey school shorts and and crouched down to retrieve his tee-shirt and pants from under the bed. Deirdre untied his hands and ordered him to keep them on his head while she dressed him. “What an awkward little thing it is” she laughed, easing his pants up over his throbbing penis. “There, shorts as well. Good. Now your tea-shirt. That’s right.

The door opened and Tina entered carrying her camcorder. “Well?” she looked at Deirdre and switched it on. “What did you have in mind?”

“Hmm, well I thought a similar scene to yesterday, perhaps using a gymshoe as well. We have to get his bottom ready for the cane after all.” Tina grinned. “Sounds great. Now, his tie? Where was it?”

Two minutes later saw Ben standing nervously in the doorway of the mock classroom, pulling the thin material of his shorts that was digging deep between his twitching buttocks. He glanced at the thin lady holding the camera and shivered. Tina winked. “You look very smart Ben. Now just do everything you’re told and it’ll soon be over.”

Deirdre called him in, her voice deep and angry. “Late yet again?” she asked incredulously. “You remember what happened last time?” Ben felt a tear run down his cheek. His voice trembled. “Y..yes miss.” He swallowed. At least it was the fat lady again. He dreaded to think what the other one would do. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too painful, perhaps… His hands went instinctively to his bottom and Deirdre nodded. “Yes, you know exactly what’s in store for you, don’t you young man!” She pulled him gently so he stood in front of her chair. “I think we’ll have these down, shall we?” Her fingers slid into the waistband of his shorts and slid them down to his ankles, very slowly and made him step out of them, ensuring that Tina had time to film everything.

“Well, so what do you have to say for yourself?” asked Deirdre in her deep schoolmarm’s voice. Ben looked down. What could he say? “Yes, nothing! I thought so.” She sighed and shook her head. “There’s only one thing that boys like you understand, and that’s a sore bottom! Come on, over my lap please. We don’t have all day.”

She pulled him to one side and waited a second for Tina to film his face. Seeing her lover pan down to the boy’s underpants, she quickly yanked them up higher, making Ben gasp as they were pulled tight between his bottom cheeks. Ben saw the camera pointing at the front of his pants, but any questions in his mind disappeared as he was placed firmly across the lady’s lap, a heavy hand pressed in the small of his back as he was juggled into position.

The slaps started immediately, not too hard and most falling on the part of his bottom protected by his underpants. Ben looked down at the floor and gripped the lady’s leg. The slaps started to overlap onto his bare flesh and he bit his lip as the stinging intensified. Occasionally he saw thin lady holding the camera only inches from his face. A tear ran down his cheek and fell on the floor. His bottom felt like it was glowing, the heat increasing with every slap. A pause. “Owwwww!” The slaps became harder still and fell on his uncovered buttocks at the top of his legs. He squirmed. “Oww, miss…owwwww!”

Deirdre tightened her grip on the boy and stopped spanking him. “I don’t know why you’re making so much noise Ben. We’ve hardly started!” With that, she yanked up his underpants even more and continued spanking his now bright red bottom, occasionally slapping the back of his legs and glancing at Tina to see if she was getting everything. Tina was slowly circling them, filming the look on the boy’s face as each slap fell, then his writhing body, down to where his buttocks were bouncing up and down, side to side, in fact seemingly exploring every chance to avoid the next slap.

Deirdre stopped spanking the boy and wiped the sweat from her forehead. “I really am most disappointed in you Ben.” She lifted the boy from her lap and stood him up. “Oh no you don’t!” She grabbed his hands as they went to clutch his sore buttocks and held them. “We haven’t finished yet. That was just for starters.” She stroked his hair and wiped the tears away from his eyes. “You’re a big boy now Ben, and I think you deserve a proper lesson. Go and fetch me the slipper please.” She pointed to a cupboard at the side of the room. “The black one on the first shelf. Quickly now!”

Tina filmed him walking over to the wall and grinned as he opened the door. On one side a large collection of canes hung from a rail. Next to them were shelves upon which were a variety of implements, most of them unfamiliar to Ben, though their purpose was quite clear. He took the black slipper, in fact an old worn plimsoll and walked back to the lady. Tina focused the camera on his backside, enjoying the way his thin white underpants contrasted with his chubby bright red buttocks. She heard a cough and looked up. Deirdre mouthed ‘Stop filming’. Tina saw the look in her eyes and giggled. What did she have in mind this time?

Deirdre took the slipper from the boy and placed it under her leg. “Come on Ben, perhaps a little rest before the next part.” She sat him on her lap and gave him a friendly hug. “You’re doing very well, you know. You’re a born actor. Perhaps you’ll be famous one day.” Ben felt her stroke his leg, her fingers slowly inching higher up his thigh. She held him close and kissed his wet cheek. Her fingers reached his crotch and teased his little bulge. “You know Ben, I know it seems painful, but believe me, it’s no different from what used to happen every day in schools.” She winked at Tina who was busy trying not to laugh. It was clear what Deirdre was trying to do. Should be quite easy, she thought. They’d sprinkled at least two crushed cialis tablets into his water next to the bed.

Deirdre kissed him again and adjusted his position on her lap. Ben rested his head against her breast and sobbed quietly as she continued her caresses. “Please miss, I’m so sore.” He felt the tears coming again. “Don’t smack my bottom again miss, please!” Deirdre smiled and for a second, felt sorry for the boy. He was so sweet! “Sshh Ben, just have a little rest. The next part of the film won’t be very long. Then you can have a nice big scrummy breakfast. Just relax.” At the mention of breakfast, Ben felt the hunger pangs clutch his stomach. Perhaps..perhaps if he didn’t wriggle, she’d be really quick. Perhaps…

Deirdre winked at Tina and looked down. The boy’s small bulge had grown considerably and his underpants were being pushed out in a most obscene way. She shook her head. The boy seemed totally oblivious to his erection. Well, soon change that! Tina saw her nod at the camera and got ready.

“Okay Ben, let’s carry on shall we?” She stood him up and retrieved the slipper. Tina walked round and filmed the boy looking at the slipper in her hand. “Well young man, I hope this will be a lesson to you!” Deirdre resumed her role as strict teacher. “I’m going to give you six slaps with my little friend here and I don’t want any wriggling or making a fuss. Understand?” Ben sniffed and nodded sadly. “Yes miss.”

“Good. Well then, we can….” Fighting the urge to laugh, she stared at the front of his underpants, pretending to notice for the first time. “What is the meaning of this?” Her booming voice echoed round the room. Ben looked down and his face, already red from crying, turned even redder. Tina exhaled slowly and held the camera steady as she focused on the boy’s underpants. His erection was pushing the thin material out like a tent pole. Deirdre spoke in icy tones. “You dirty little boy! How dare you have an erection in front of me! I clearly haven’t been getting through to you have I! I think young man, under the circumstances, we should increase the punishment to twelve slaps.” She paused. “ On your bare bottom. You obviously have something down there that needs keeping an eye on!”

Ben gazed at her in horror and opened his mouth. “But..but miss..” Deirdre cut him off. “Not a word!” Her hands went to the top of his pants and started to peel them down, very slowly. Shit, this was good! She wondered if Tina was as hot as she was. The boy’s penis suddenly popped into view and the tingling between her legs grew stronger. Under normal circumstances she reckoned he’d have already lost his erection. Thank goodness they’d hit on the idea of using the drugs! Despite his fear, the boy’s stiff manhood was still sticking up, pointing straight at her as if daring her to do something. Deirdre feigned disgust. “If that thing is still sticking up when I’ve finished slippering your bottom, it’s the cane for you my lad!” She removed his pants completely and pulled him across her lap. Breathing a little more heavily now, she positioned the boy so his penis was between her legs. She felt it pressing into her left thigh and opened her legs a little wider, nodding at Tina to get her attention.

The old rubber soled slipper caught Ben hard on his left buttock and he yelped like a puppy. “Owwww..no miss..nooo!” Deirdre paused, gazing at the red imprint it had made on his now totally unprotected bottom. Underneath Ben, her thigh jiggled against his penis. Tina filmed a close up of the boy’s bum, then moved lower. Her mind reeled. What a sight! She focused on the boy’s penis pressing against Deirdre’ plump thigh. Would she manage to keep it hard? She hoped so.

SLAP! SLAP! Another two large red marks joined the first. Deirdre waited for the boy to stop his silly writhing. Her leg moved rhythmically, almost imperceptibly, pressing against his young willy. “Oh Ben, don’t be so silly. It’s not that bad.” She stroked his back and tapped his thighs playfully with the slipper. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you them nice and slowly. They’ll be hard, but I’ll count to thirty between each one. Do try to keep still!”

Ben grit his teeth, then relaxed, his mind confused. The initial pain of the slipper had made him jump, but the truth was that it seemed less painful than when she used her hand. The glow in his bottom felt incredibly hot but less intense. Underneath his tummy, the lady’s leg continued to tease his hard-on.

Deirdre counted slowly. Holding the slipper between her thumb and index finger, she slid her other fingers between the boy’s twitching buttocks, teasing his hot little anus. His penis jerked and she felt it touch her thigh. Bloody hell. It was still hard!

The slipper descended again and again, each slap increasing slightly in force. Between the blows, she allowed the boy time to recover, her leg and fingers constantly ensuring that his little manhood remained as hard as ever. Ben wriggled and sobbed loudly as each slap landed on his sore bottom, but was quickly subdued as other far more pleasurable stimuli caught his attention.

It was over. The ladies admired the boy’s bright red bottom, Tina moving the camera from his face, down to his bum, before focusing again on his turgid penis, now clamped between two fat thighs. Deirdre spent some time stroking the boy’s sweaty back, allowing her hand to continue over his sore bottom and down to his legs, before teasing him playfully between his buttocks.

“Okay, up you get.” She lifted him up and held his hands in hers. “Now Ben, I don’t want you ever to be late for your lessons again. I’m sorry that I had to punish you, but there are rules in this school and they have to be obeyed. I know it must be embarrassing for you to be spanked on your bare bottom but you’re just a young boy and you’ll have to get used to it. Besides….”

She stopped and pretended, yet again, to be shocked and surprised. The boy’s penis was as stiff, if not stiffer and longer than before. Tina’s finger sought the button at the side of her camera and she zoomed in on his throbbing little manhood bobbing about as if desperate to hide itself. Only, not so little now, she thought, crouching down to get a better shot. “I simply do not believe it.” Deirdre’s voice was loud and angry. “You filthy little boy!” She shook her head in exasperation. “I have to assume Ben, that this is because you have been indulging in frequent self-abuse. I cannot think of any other reason why your penis should be erect, can you?” The question was rhetorical. Ben swallowed nervously, his hands rubbing his sore bottom. Why was it like this? So very embarrassing. If only the lady would stop looking at it! Tears flowed down his cheeks. It wasn’t fair. This shouldn’t be happening.

“Well Ben, I can suggest only one course of action” continued Deirdre. “I will have to discuss this with the Headmistress who, I am sure, will want to investigate further.” She looked at Tina and winked. “She will no doubt insist on you being caned most severely, and I can ensure you that she canes very hard indeed! In the meantime, I think a cold shower is in order, don’t you?”

She stood up and placed her hands on the boy’s shoulders. “Come with me!” A quick look at Tina and she grinned. “Okay, filming’s over for a while.” She gave Ben a quick hug. “Don’t worry Ben, I’m not going to really make you have a cold shower. However…” Her eyes narrowed. “I’m very angry with you for not controlling your little…er thing!” Ben was led out of the class and back to his large bedroom. “I hadn’t planned to have you caned so early in the film, but I really had no choice.” She turned him round to face her and wiped his wet cheek. “I’ll have to think about this very carefully. In the meantime young man, I want you in that shower. I’m going to make you the breakfast I promised, and when I come back, I want to see you standing in the corner with the bathroom towel round you, ready for inspection. You know our rules about hygiene so unless you want to go hungry, I suggest you wash yourself very thoroughly indeed. Go on!”

They watched the boy trot obediently off to the bathroom, still wiping his eyes. “Bloody hell, his bum’s so red!” said Tina, giggling. Deirdre nodded. “I guess it’s not going to be the only thing that’ll be red, is it?” She laughed. They had plans for young Ben!