CLAIRE

BY TOMMY
encoretommy@yahoo.fr

[ part 1 ]

“Well I do hope you’ve enjoyed your little tour of our school, Dr Phillips” said the headmistress, holding the door open. “I’m so sorry I don’t have more time to answer your questions, but I can assure you that your daughter will be made to feel very welcome here.”

Jeff smiled and looked round at the playground. Shit! He thought he’d timed it just right. All this bullshit about being new to the area and having a daughter!” Five days he’d spent checking out the school and finding the girl he wanted. All this bloody acting was taking its toll. What if the headmistress had checked the false address? What if she’d tried to contact his imaginary daughter’s school. What if… A bell rang. He looked round as a stream of children emerged from the building opposite. About time too!

Suddenly he saw her. Yes, that was her! Couldn’t mistake that large bum, or the hint of breasts hidden under her blue pullover. Bloody hell! This was a primary school! How the hell did girls mature so quickly these days?

He pretended to be surprised. “Excuse me. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what’s the name of that girl over there?” he asked, a puzzled frown on his face. “I’m sure I know her parents. We had dinner together last Saturday.”

Mrs Cayle smiled. “Oh, that’s Claire Langley” she replied, looking over at the girl in question. “Do you know her parents?”

Jeff shook his head and laughed. “Sorry, I thought I did, but they’re Mr and Mrs Taylor. I just thought for a second…. Anyway, Mrs Cayle, I mustn’t keep you any longer.” He took his car keys from his pocket. “Thank you so much for taking the time to show me round your marvellous school. I’m sure my daughter will be very happy here.

Mrs Cayle shook his hand. “Not at all. I look forward to meeting her. Have you received the relevant forms from the education authority?”

“Yes, we sent them all back yesterday. My wife is so looking forward to meeting you in a few weeks. She was amazed at the Ofsted report for this school. Really Mrs Cayle, you must have worked incredibly hard!”

The headmistress beamed. “That’s very kind of you Dr Phillips. We certainly do our best.” She waved at a teacher standing outside her study. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

Jeff walked back to his car whistling. He looked back and saw the girl Claire, with a group. Oh yes, that was her! What a specimen! Only eleven years old, last year of her primary school, nice pert bum, not skinny, firm thighs, cute face and already a little pair of titties. His erection strained against his trousers and he opened the car door. Oh yes, she would do nicely!

Claire heard the car slowing down even before she saw it. She looked round. A large black car stopped just in front of her and the passenger door was pushed open. “Claire? Claire Langley?” She looked inside and saw a man holding a piece of paper and frowning. “Yes?” She gazed at the man nervously. What was this about? She didn’t recognised him.

“Hello Claire, I thought it was you. You probably don’t remember me. Mrs Cayle said you’d be on your way home. Can you get in please?”

Claire got in the car and the man took her bag and placed it on the back seat. No sooner had she sat down, she realised what she’d done. A stranger’s car? What on earth?

Jeff smiled and showed the girl a small plastic card. “Dr Phillips, local education authority.” He smiled. “Don’t worry, everything’s okay.” He drove off, noting with satisfaction that nobody else was paying them any notice. “Didn’t Mrs Cayle say anything about remaining behind after school? I was supposed to pick you up there.”

Claire shook her head. “No, she didn’t say anything. Why…” They passed the turning that led to her home. “But where are we going. I live down there and..”

Jeff laughed. “Oh dear, Mrs Cayle has kept you in the dark, hasn’t she! Oh well, never mind.” He paused. “Claire, you’re a very lucky girl. You’ve been chosen from lots of others to take part in the new education project. Ever heard of ‘Back to Basics’? Claire shook her head. Jeff stared at her in amazement. “Weren’t you listening last year when I spoke at your assembly? I explained all about it. Not sleeping were you?”

Claire thought hard. Perhaps she did remember. They had so many visitors. “Er, I think so.” “Good girl! Well, this project involves spending some time at a special school. You get your own room, own bathroom, even a television just for you!”

He patted her thigh, noticing how her skirt had ridden up slightly. “Your parents promised to keep it a secret, but Mrs Cayle was supposed to tell you this afternoon. Your mum should be phoning later, though I hope Mrs Cayle gave her the number.”

He drove into a small car park and stopped the car . “There’s a loo over there. It’s quite a long drive, so better go now.” He waited for her to return and asked her to sit in the back. “There’s a box of sandwiches and some juice on the floor” he said, looking for the signs to the motorway. “You can lie down if you get sleepy. I put a few pillows at the side.”

Claire explored the sandwiches and other titbits in the box. Why had her mum not told her? She tried hard to remember any signs that would have hinted that something was happening. No. Nothing. She looked at the back of Jeff’s head. Maybe he had been at school. Maybe she’d be away on that day. Maybe… She eat another sandwich and opened the bottle of orange juice. Hmm, nice taste! She drained the bottle and yawned. A special school? New project? Chosen out of all the other girls! Her eyelids felt heavy. Yes, the pillows were here. So comfortable! Her eyes closed. A special school, just for her!

Jeff chuckled. The sleeping tablets he’d dissolved in the juice had worked fast. With luck, she wouldn’t wake up till the morning. Pulling off the motorway, he stopped the car and opened the back door. There was a thick blanket right at the back. He opened it to cover the sleeping girl. Yes, she was in a deep sleep alright! He licked his lips and lifted her skirt up over her meaty thighs. Her tight navy blue knickers came into view and he groaned as his huge erection begged for attention. He patted her large bottom. So big and juicy! Just asking to be thrashed! His fingers moved round to her front and felt her little pubic mound, tracing the crease where her knickers were wedged between her pussy lips. Oh yes, he liked that very much! He slid his hand under her blouse. Where were they, ah yes, there! His fingers found one of her titties, obviously very recently grown. He touched her nipple and smiled as it hardened. Funny how these things could happen eve n during sleep. What about the other one…. He suddenly realised the time. Another four hours of driving. Shit!

The traffic was heavy as usual but lessened as he drove north. The last thirty minutes took him through small villages and past huge sprawling farms. Then off the main road, a dirt track through the wood and finally.. He pressed the remote control to open the huge gates. Great thing about being rich was having privacy, he thought. It certainly didn’t come cheap.

The girl was small for her age but Jeff was tired and she seemed to weigh a ton as he carried her down to the basement. Swinging back a large stack of shelves, he unlocked the door leading to the hidden series of rooms and corridors, long ago made habitable and even, he had to admit, rather cosy. Oh yes, he did like his ‘special school’!

Claire opened her eyes. What was that noise? Wait a minute! That wasn’t her ceiling! She looked round. A small alarm clock was beeping on the table next to the bed. She pressed the black button and it stopped. Eight o’clock? But where was she? Sitting up, she looked round the room. No windows, but small lights set within the ceiling and walls illuminated the room in a rather pleasant way. On her right was a door slightly ajar and she saw a toilet and bidet inside. Another door was wide open. That must be the bathroom. She stretched her arms out and yawned. How long had she slept? In fact she couldn’t remember actually falling asleep. She’d been in the car. She remembered lying down. Then what?

She felt the thin material of the thin white nightie she was wearing and her eyes opened wide. What was this? Not her usual pyjamas! She certainly didn’t remember putting this on! Her hand gripped the hem. It seemed a bit short. What about… Where were her knickers? She wasn’t wearing any knickers underneath!

Opposite the bed was a large heavy looking cupboard with a chair placed next to it. It looked like there were clothes already prepared for her on the chair. But who’d undressed her? Perhaps she had undressed herself, but she couldn’t remember!

Suddenly the door on her left opened and the man she’d met, Dr Phillips, entered. “Good morning Claire, I trust you slept well?” he asked, smiling down at her. “You were so sleepy last night, I bet you can’t remember much can you?” Claire shook her head. “I remember being in the car, and then….” Jeff laughed. “Well don’t worry. Breakfast is ready. You can see where the loo and bathroom is. Don’t get dressed yet. You’ll do that afterwards.”

He left the room and went back to the large kitchen, about ten yards along the corridor. Claire entered a few minutes later, the smell of hot bacon guiding her. Jeff’s eyes flitted over the young girl’s body. Bloody hell! Good job she didn’t realise how see-through her nightie was! She clearly wasn’t worried about not wearing knickers underneath, or perhaps she’d forgotten. He felt himself getting hard immediately.

“Here you are young lady” he said triumphantly, placing a large plate in front of her. “A full English breakfast! What better way to celebrate your arrival in your new school!” Claire giggled and started to eat as though she hadn’t eaten for a week. Jeff watched her eat, trying not too stare at her upper thighs, now completely bare. The nightie was short, very short, but clearly the girl was too innocent – or too hungry! – to realise how much it revealed.

“More toast?” Claire sat back in her chair and sighed. “No thank you, I’m full up!” Jeff grinned and cleared the plates away. “Okay, well what I want you to do now is to go back to your room, have a shower, clean your teeth and put on those clothes that are on the chair. They should fit you. Your mother sent us your measurements last week.” He looked at his watch. “In ten minutes it will be nine o’clock, and at that time you’ll be officially a pupil in the school. When you’ve finished, I’ll tell you all about our plans and answer all your questions. Off you go!”

He watched the little girl leave the kitchen, her big bottom clearly visible under her nightie. In fact, the nightie was so short, it barely covered her buttocks! He stroked his rock hard cock and moaned silently.

Claire dried herself and looked at the clothes she had to wear. White ankle socks, a short white vest and dark grey gymslip. She knew what is was from the old films on television, but no-one wore these anymore, did they? On the top were a pair of thin navy blue knickers. She quickly pulled them on and gasped. Not exactly uncomfortable but so tight! Almost like elastic. They stretched over her like a second skin, hugging her bottom tightly and disappearing into every crease. The vest was not as tight, but seemed too short to her, reaching not much further than her belly button. At least the gymslip seemed okay, though perhaps a bit short as well. She sighed and looked around for a mirror. Strange! No mirror in the room. Pulling the white socks on, she saw a pair of white gym shoes under the chair. Must be for her, well they fitted her anyway.

“Oh very smart!” She hadn’t heard the man enter. “Well, come on then, I’ll show you where my office is.” She followed him to a door at the far end of the corridor. His office was even bigger than that of her headmistress at school. A mahogany desk at one end with cupboards and shelves along the wall. A white padded table was on the right, surrounded by what looked like trays of medical equipment. On the other side of the room was some sort of trestle table, a bit like the one Daddy used in the garage for doing his cutting, only bigger. Strange thing it was, very complicated looking. She wondered what all the bits did.

Jeff sat down at his desk and smiled. “Well young lady, since you’re now officially a pupil at this establishment you may address me as ‘Sir’. Understand? Claire nodded, her eyes still on the weird contraption. Why were some parts padded?

She looked at the man. “Yes, er, sir.” Jeff grinned. “Good. Well, before your medical, I’ll explain a bit about our project. Shame Mrs Cayle didn’t do this yesterday, but never mind.” He picked up a small pile of papers and started to read.

“Experimental educational project established by Local education authority in collaboration with County medical services. Organiser: Dr Phillips, Chief medical officer and education consultant.” He glanced up and laughed. “That’s me – remember!” He put the papers down. “The whole aim of this project, Claire, is to examine the effect of a completely new type of education.” He paused. “The government is getting increasingly concerned about the falling standards and behaviour of children in the country and has finally agreed to do something about it.”

“Two worrying factors came to light during discussion. One was the role that women play in our society. The other was the discontinued use of corporal punishment.” Claire frowned. She knew that expression. Didn’t it mean what teachers used to do years ago? She’d seen a programme on television once. Canes, belts, spanking…

“What was decided was to redefine the role of girls and see if they could be educated in their new role. Do you know what the purpose of a wife is, Claire?”

The girl looked blank. “Er, to get married sir?” Jeff laughed. “Yes, obviously a wife is married, otherwise she wouldn’t be a wife, would she!” He shook his head. “A wife is there for her husband to use. She will be obedient, humble and attentive to his every whim.” Claire scratched her nose. It didn’t sound a bit like her Mum!

“She exists for her husband’s pleasure” continued Jeff. Her body is for her husband to do whatever he wants with. She must learn how to please him and keep him satisfied. She will not be his equal. She will be his plaything, a toy if you like, and concentrate on providing relaxation and sexual pleasure!”

Claire’s ear twitched. She knew that word. They’d had lessons at school about this only a few months ago. Didn’t you have to do things with your privates? It had all sounded very strange. The man’s willy went inside the woman and they made a baby. They’d giggled afterwards and then forgotten all about it.

“So this school is here to teach young girls like you, not only the academic subjects like Maths and English, but also how to excite, explore and service your husband’s every desire and fantasy.” He laughed at the look on her face. “I know you’re only eleven, but for a girl, that’s old enough to start learning and experiencing the sexual acts and associated practises that you will need in the future.”

He looked down at the papers. She was far too young to have understood everything. No matter. “Mrs Cayle told me you’re a particularly obedient girl” he said, leaning back. “Are you going to do as you’re told Claire?” The girl sighed. Strange. What was it all about? Anyway, it must be okay if Mrs Cayle had said so. “Yes sir” she replied sweetly.

Jeff looked at her mischievously. “You do realise, Claire, that you will have to obey every order I give you? No matter what it is?” “Yes sir.”

“Hmm, okay then.” He winked at her. “Tap your nose three times!” Claire grinned and did as he asked. “Hop on one leg!” She bounced up and down. “Pull your socks up and down five times!” She giggled and bent down. “Lift the hem of your gymslip to exactly two inches above your belly button!” She did as instructed, exposing her knickers to his gaze.

“Good girl. Stay like that for a minute!” He looked with satisfaction at the way the tight material seemed to stick to her body. “I see you’re wearing the knickers I put in your room. Comfortable?” Claire nodded. “Well, yes, but, er, a bit tight sir.” Jeff seemed to consider this. “Yes, perhaps. But the knickers that go with the uniform are meant to be tight. They’re the rules here.” He smiled at her. “Okay, you can pull your gymslip down.”

“Right young lady” he said brightly, standing up. “Time for your medical check. I have to go and fetch a few things. Over here is where I have to examine you.” He showed her the white padded table surrounded by various instruments. “Do you remember your last medical exam? It was last year I believe.” Claire nodded. Oh yes, she remembered lining up in the corridor and then the nurse checking her everywhere. It had been fun.

“Well, while I’m gone, I want you to fold your gymslip up neatly, place it on the chair here and stand on the scales, in your vest and knickers. Try and keep as still as possible and when I come back you can tell me exactly how much you weigh.”

He walked quickly out of the room. He hoped she’d have no qualms about stripping to her knickers. He chuckled. After all, even those would be coming off soon!

A few minutes later, he returned wearing a white doctor’s coat and sporting a stethoscope round his neck. Had to play the part, he thought.

He noticed with satisfaction that the girl was standing on the scales, dressed only in her vest and knickers as requested. He groaned with frustration. Thank goodness she was too young to notice the obscene bulge in his trousers.

“Good girl” he said, stroking her hair. “Well how much?” Claire looked down for the tenth time. “Fifty two kilos sir.” He wrote it down. “Excellent. Now your height.” He quickly measured her, pulling the tape measure down to her white gym shoes. Good. Well in the range.” He picked up a clipboard. “Now then, any illnesses recently?” “No sir.” “Any pain in your arms or legs?” “No sir.” “Have your periods started yet?” Claire blushed. Her mother had mentioned this a few weeks ago. “No sir.”

“Good. Now, can you touch your toes for me, very slowly, keeping your legs absolutely straight?” Claire obliged and Jeff changed position as his erection got suddenly harder. “Er, excellent. No problems there.” He swallowed. Next step. “Slip your vest off and fold it neatly please” He took his stethoscope in his right hand. “We have to have a little listen to your heart and lungs.”

For a split second, Claire hesitated, but the white coat and Jeff’s official manner seemed to put her at ease. After all, he was a doctor, wasn’t he!

“Perfect, quite perfect” muttered Jeff, placing the stethoscope all over her back. He placed it firmly below her left preteen tittie and tried to look perfectly casual. “Good, good, no ventricular flutters, nice and steady.” His hand brushed her little nipple. “Any problems here?” he asked, his finger stroking it gently. “No sir, I don’t think so” replied the girl, blushing again. If the truth were known, it did feel awfully nice when he did that, but of course, she couldn’t say so!”

Jeff stood up and looked at his watch. Time for the next test! Please let her obey! He remembered how some of the other girls had reacted. Idiots! He gave her back the vest. “Okay, put this back on. I’ve just realised that I have to check the post this morning. Mrs Cayle should have sent a few more forms.”

He stopped halfway to the door. “I’ll only be a few minutes. Could you just slip your knickers off and get on that table for me? On all fours please. Like a little pussy cat. Just a few more things and we’ll be done!”

He walked out quickly. Always better to avoid any discussion, he thought. She has to decide herself.

Claire watched the door close. What? Knickers off? On all fours? She couldn’t remember the nurse making her do this last year! Wait until he came back? She considered. He’d said all that about being obedient. But wasn’t it a bit rude? She felt her face reddening. But then, he was a doctor! She vaguely remembered having to show a doctor her private parts years ago when she’d had some kind of itchy problem. She sighed. Oh well, if it was part of the medical….

Jeff stopped outside the door and breathed deeply. Please don’t let her be another problem kid! Then again, even if she was another shy one, he’d just have to start the whipping earlier than planned! He stroked his throbbing bulge and opened the door.

He stared in disbelief. She’d obeyed him! For a second he felt dizzy with excitement. What an obedient girl! On the table, clad only in her vest and socks, the little eleven year old was waiting quietly as ordered, her bare bum sticking up provocatively. At the sight of her lily white buttocks seemingly filling the whole room, an overpowering urge gripped him. That bottom was begging to be fucked! Or perhaps, well, at least spanked thoroughly first!

He clenched his fists. Get a grip on yourself! This wasn’t the first time!

“Good girl! Now then, could you open your legs a little wider? Excellent. Arch your back a bit more! Lovely.” He felt her large buttocks. “No pain here?” “No sire” replied Claire, very quietly, her face beetroot red with embarrassment. “Glad to hear it!” Jeff put a pair of latex gloves and picked up a tube of cream. “This may feel a bit uncomfortable but only if you don’t relax.” He parted her buttocks and licked his lips at the sight of her small puckered anus. “I have to do a quick anal and rectal examination. It will only take a minute.”

Claire squealed as she felt his finger push inside her. “There, there, just relax! Any sharp pain here?” “N…no sir” replied a small voice. This was awful. It felt so strange! “Hmmm, I think you definitely need a lesson in how to use the bidet” muttered Jeff. “Hygiene is taken very seriously here!”

He withdrew his finger and removed the glove, much to Claire’s relief. “Sorry if that felt a bit strange, but these examinations really are most important” he explained, patting her pert behind. He smiled. She’d be finding out why in just a few hours!

“Almost finished Claire. I just need you to roll over onto your back now. Bring your legs up further! Here, let me help you.” He picked up a small cushion and placed it under her head as she turned over.

Her hands instinctively moved down to cover her most secret place. Jeff gently took her wrists. “Hands gripping your legs please young lady! Believe me, you haven’t anything I haven’t already seen a hundred times before!” He started to slowly part her knees. Claire looked at him in horror. “B..but sir, I…” Jeff laughed. “Sorry, Claire, but I have to examine your genitalia, otherwise I can’t sign the medical certificate that I have to send back to your school.”

He looked at her sternly and lowered his voice. “Please don’t make me ask you again Claire. That would require me to administer corporal punishment! Now, pull your knees up to your shoulders and keep them wide apart. I won’t ask you again!”

Something in his tone made the girl keep quiet. She felt the tears spring to her eyes as she did as he said. This wasn’t happening! How could she expose everything like this? It wasn’t just embarrassing. It was unreal! What did he mean by corporal punishment? He’d spank her? He had said something about that, hadn’t he! She sobbed quietly and then gasped as she felt his fingers on her ‘private bit’ as her mummy called it.

“Legs further apart please!” Jeff parted the girl’s pussy lips and whistled softly. Beautiful! Her light pink labia were rather plump, not like some of the skinny girls he’s had in the past. A tiny preteen clitoris peeped cheekily at him from under its hood and he stroked it gently. The girl gasped and stiffened as though electrified. He pretended not to notice. The entrance to her small vagina beckoned him and he slid his finger inside, waiting for her reaction. The girl squealed. “Owww, sir , please, that hurts sir!” He smiled and and withdrew his finger. Yes, hymen intact, still a virgin! Though not for long!

He tickled her pussy, resisting the urge to stick his tongue inside. Save that for later!

“Okay Claire, everything’s fine. You see, it wasn’t really that bad was it?” he asked, stroking her thigh. “A girl’s pussy is so very complex!” Claire swallowed. ‘Pussy’? She’d heard it called that once in the playground.

Jeff put his fingers back between her pussy lips. “I’m going to say the name of the part I’m touching, and I want you to repeat it. Understand?” Claire gripped her knees harder. Please let this be over soon! “Yes sir.”

He ran his hand over her mound. “Pussy”, then stroked the sides. “Labia.” She repeated the words. “Urethra.” He touched her red cherry. “Vagina.” As his finger found her clit, she gasped again. “Clitoris.” She said the word and flinched as he touched it again. “Yes, that’s your clitoris and we’ll be examining that, and your vagina, in more detail during the next few days.”

He patted her thigh again. “Okay, sit up. Here, let me help you off the table.”

She stood before him and her hands immediately went to her crotch. Jeff sighed. “Claire, keep your hands by your side please! I will not tolerate this ridiculous obsession you have with covering yourself. It’s called a pussy. All girls have one and there is absolutely no need for you to hide it. You will never attempt to cover it with your hands again, do you understand?” Claire choked back a sob and wiped her eye. “Yes sir.”

Jeff smiled kindly at her. “Okay, okay, you can put your knickers back on now. Yes, and your gymslip.” He checked the time. “Goodness me, it’s nearly eleven and you haven’t even done any schoolwork. What would Mrs Cayle say if she knew?”

He waited for her to dress, then led her out of the room and across the corridor. “This is the schoolroom” he said, guiding her towards one of the small wooden desks in the centre. “As you see, we have room for up to four pupils, but it seems you’re on your own this week.” Claire sat down at her old traditional school desk and looked at the teacher’s desk facing her. On the wall behind was a large clock and underneath, a row of pegs upon which hung a variety of slippers, belts, canes and other strange-looking objects. She recognised the canes from old pictures she’d seen. Jeff noticed and laughed. “Oh yes, we use corporal punishment a great deal in this school Claire! Some people find it a bit cruel, but you know, it really does encourage girls to work hard!” He patted her shoulder. “You’ll no doubt be shocked the first time you experience it, but you’ll soon get used to it. Girls were beaten at schools right up to only ten years ago, so it’s nothing new.”

He placed some books in front of her. “There’s a pen and pencil in your desk and some exercise books. I want you to look at the first chapter in the Maths book, do all the exercises, then take the test. The same with the English book. There are some spellings you have to learn on page twelve. Best handwriting please. I’m quite fussy about that!”

He stopped at the door. “You do not leave your place without permission. I’ll be coming back in about twenty minutes to see how you’re doing. Work hard! He grinned and wondered how she’d like the English book. Such a happy few weeks he’d had, putting that together! Who knows. Perhaps he could publish it!”

Claire looked at the books he’d given her. They looked so old fashioned! She looked at the first chapter of the Maths book and gasped. Rows and rows of sums on every page! They didn’t look too difficult, but there were so many of them! The English book looked newer and she eyes opened wide as she found the first page. Had she seen Jeff’s drawings before, she might have recognised the style. Six small pictures were presented in comic-book style, depicting a young girl being scolded by a teacher, pulling her knickers down and being spanked across his knee. The last frame showed him reaching for a cane, with the girl looking on in horror. Underneath were written a few exercises. ‘1. Copy three of the pictures into your exercise book with a pencil. 2. Write about what you think the story is about. At least two pages, best handwriting.’

She turned the page and was presented with lists of words, some of them very long indeed. Did she have to learn all these? It looked like it! She sighed and took two exercise books from inside her desk. Better make a start!

In fact, having become engrossed in sorting out an old box of sex toys in his study, Jeff didn’t return for over an hour. He walked to the large desk at the back and was pleased to see the girl busy at work. She looked up and raised her hand. “Please sir, I need to go to the loo.” “Very well.” Jeff looked at his watch. “We don’t have much time, so I’m giving you three minutes. Better be quick!”

It was five minutes before she came back. “Sorry sir” she said blushing. Jeff stood up and went to the blackboard. “You’re two minutes late young lady” he said quietly. He wrote a ‘4’ on the board and grinned. “That’s four points you’ve just earned yourself! Now sit down and finish your work.” He looked at her sternly. “You have ten minutes!”

Claire swallowed nervously. What did he mean, four points? She tried to concentrate on the spellings. Some were so difficult.

“Okay Claire, bring me your exercise books please.” The girl took them to Jeff and he handed her a sheet of paper. “You can do this test while I’m marking your work.”

He was pleasantly surprised to see that she’d got most of the sums right. The mistakes she’d made were clearly due to lack of care and not checking the answers sufficiently. He had to stop himself laughing out loud when he saw her efforts to draw the pictures. Hopeless! As for the story, hmmm, not bad, though a few spelling mistakes and awful handwriting!

Claire looked at the sheet of paper and blinked. Half the sheet was taken up with a rather graphic drawing of a girl lying on her back, legs apart and bent back to her chest, exactly the same as her in Dr Phillips’ study! However, in the drawing, the girl was holding her pussy lips apart herself. Arrows pointed to parts of the girl’s privates. She read what was written underneath. ‘Label each part of the girl’s genitalia.’ But which was which? How to spell them? She suddenly remembered some of those words in the spelling list. Of course! Now, which one was the clitoris?

Jeff looked at his watch. “”Okay, Claire, stop what you’re doing. I have to go quickly through this now.” He walked to the blackboard, holding her exercise books. “Sixteen sums wrong.” He wrote the number on the board. “Drawings, well, not bad, but could be a better! Four punishment points!” Claire stared. What did he mean?

“Five spelling mistakes in your story. That’s ten points. By the way Claire, the last picture showed the teacher picking up a cane. For a caning, the girl always removes her knickers and gymslip. However you probably didn’t know that, so I won’t give you any punishment points.”

He sat down again. “Right. Spelling test. Ready?” Claire swallowed and picked up the pen. “Yes sir.”

The test didn’t go very well at all. Claire handed Jeff her paper and her heart sank as she saw his expression. “Oh dear, I’m disappointed in you Claire. Twelve mistakes out of fifty words! That’s twenty four points!” He walked to the board and wrote down the figure. “Oh, and this last exercise, let’s have a look.” He picked up the sheet of paper on her desk and shook his head slowly. “You’ve mixed up clitoris with vagina and spelt urethra wrong! I think we’ll have to go through all this again later!” He walked to the board. “Another four points I’m afraid.”

He saw her puzzled look and pointed to the figures. “Now I have to add them all up. Let’s see…er, four, fifteen…” He wrote down the final figure with a flourish. “Sixty two punishment points!” He smiled at her. “Rather a lot for the first time, but never mind. Come here and stand in front of my desk please!”

Claire obeyed, her mouth dry. Punishment points? Was he going to…

“As I’ve already explained, we use only corporal punishment here.” He enjoyed the look on her face. “However, this is divided into three levels of severity. Every punishment point earns you one spank.” He held up his hand to make it clear. “Two points equals one hard slap with a slipper, strap, or whatever I judge appropriate.” He pointed to the row of pegs behind him. “Four points is one stroke of the cane!” He paused. “So you see that, for example, sixty two points can be either sixty two spanks, thirty one slaps with the slipper, fifteen strokes of the cane- with a few points left over, or any combination of those.” He slid his hand down behind the desk and felt his throbbing dick. He looked at the figures again. “What I propose to do is to give you fifty points now as a spanking and to add the last twelve points to whatever you get later. Any questions?”

Claire had plenty of questions but her young age and confused mind left her in no fit state to put them into words. “B…but sir, Does that mean a ..a real spanking, I mean..I mean…”

Jeff laughed. “Yes it does Claire, and the sooner we get it over with the better. I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry, and we still have a PE lesson to do before lunch!” He looked at the fear in her eyes. He spoke in a friendly but firm voice.

“I know it’s your first spanking Claire so I promise that I’ll make it a bit lighter than usual at the start. Please remember though that your behaviour during a punishment is very important. Any hesitation or disobedience will earn you double points! Now come here and stand in front of me. Soon be over!”

As though in a dream, the girl went over to Jeff. How would it feel? Her mother had slapped her a few times. That had been nothing. Surely it wouldn’t be too bad, surely…

“Pull your knickers down to your knees and bend over my lap please!” Claire looked at the man in horror. Did she really have to… “In three seconds, you’ll earn another four points!” whispered Jeff.

Tears in her eyes, Claire pulled her knickers down and leant across his knees. She felt his hand yank her knickers a bit further down and then lift her gymslip up over her back. Cool air wafted over her bottom. Not knowing what to do with her hands, and being too small to touch the floor, she simply gripped his legs.

Suddenly, she felt his large hand on her bottom. “I want you to count for me Claire. When we get to fifty, we’ve finished. If you make a mistake, we start all over again. Understand?” A small voice answered, “Yes sir.”

The first slap reverberated around the room. The second was a even louder. “Two sir!” Claire gripped the man’s legs. It stung but wasn’t too bad. The slaps followed at two second intervals.

Jeff looked down at the girl’s large backside growing slowly redder. He didn’t want o traumatise her the first time, but it was silly to postpone the inevitable.

SLAP! Claire squealed. “Oww, ten sir. Oh that hurt so much sir, I…” SLAP “Owww, eleven sir, Please not…” SLAP! Jeff moved his hand to the top of her thighs. So smooth and firm! Just waiting for..SLAP! Claire broke into tears and wriggled frantically trying to move her thighs away from the man’s hand. “Owwww! Twenty five sir! Owww!” Jeff stopped. “Good girl Claire. Now, stop wriggling about or I’ll have to award even more points!”

By some Herculean effort, Claire managed to cease her gyrations. What did he mean ‘more’ points? The slaps fell all over her bottom and thighs at random. Jeff increased the force. SLAP! Claire bawled her head off. “Forty sir! Owww please!!” “Ten more to come, then it’s over” said Jeff quietly. He gazed with satisfaction at her bright red buttocks and thighs. This was what little girls needed!

Claire was never sure how she managed to survive the last ten slaps. Her bum felt hot enough to fry an egg! Then it was over. “Fifty..fifty sir!!” she almost screamed. Jeff lay his hand on her thigh. “Okay Claire we’ve finished. You’ve had your very first spanking.” He stroked her left buttock very gently. “To be honest Claire, that wasn’t a severe punishment at all! It’s just that you’re not used to corporal punishment. Just wait! In a few days, a spanking like this will seem perfectly normal.”

He stroked her for a few minutes until she stopped crying, his finger occasionally delving between her buttocks and teasing her little sweaty anus, making her gasp with surprise.

“There, all over” he said, standing her up. “You may pull up your knickers now.” He walked to the board, rubbed out the ‘12’ and wrote ‘16’. I’m giving you four points for wriggling so much. Next time you wriggle like that, it will be an extra eight points!”

Ignoring the look on her face, he walked to the door. “Come on, it’s already half past twelve. You have thirty minutes for PE before lunch. Quickly girl!” Claire followed him along the corridor, rubbing her sore backside and sniffing. That had been awful! How could teachers have done that to girls?

The gym was a narrow but long room with some exercise mats piled up at one end, an old vaulting horse and a few boxes holding balls, skipping ropes and weights. On one wall were two pegs, one holding an old leather slipper, the other, a wicked looking riding crop.

“Right Claire, I placed your PE kit on the chair in your room, with another pair of gymshoes. Go and put them on please. You have two minutes!”

Having learned the consequences of being late, the girl rushed out of the door. Yes, the clothes were on the chair. She quickly stripped and pulled on a short tight vest. The PE knickers were light blue and not much different than the navy blue pair. She slipped on the gymshoes and ran back to the gym.

“Hmm, just in time” said Jeff grinning. He pointed to the far wall. “There’s a counter on that wall with a timer and a little button that you press. Behind you, there’s another one on this wall. Do you see the button and the numbers?” Claire looked, fidgeting as the tight knickers eased their way into every crease. “Yes sir.” “While I’m checking lunch, you will run from wall to wall three hundred times and press those buttons. When the numbers reach three hundred, you can stop. You have twenty minutes. The timer starts as soon as you press the button” He paused. “For this exercise you get ten punishment points if you don’t finish in time. Get going!”

He watched the young girl dash madly to the wall and press the counter, then run to the far wall. He walked out chuckling, rubbing the large bulge in his pants. There was no way she could finish in time!

In fact lunch was ready; he just had to heat it up in the microwave. He poured himself a beer and looked at his watch.

Claire felt the sweat running down her face. Almost two hundred laps! Her heart thumping madly, she glanced at the timer. Already fifteen minutes! Five minutes left! Her legs felt like jelly. She had to finish, she had to! She forced her legs to go faster. Another eighty laps now. Please let her have time. She had to… A shrill electronic buzzing filled the air and a red light on the timers flashed. She sank to her knees exhausted. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t…

“Well, well, Claire, you’re not very fit are you!” She hadn’t noticed the man come in. “Don’t worry though. You have two PE sessions every day so we’ll soon get you into shape.” He helped her to her feet. “I think that’s enough for now. Lunch is ready. You just have to take a shower and change.”

Claire swallowed. Gosh, she was hungry! She started to walk to the door. “Haven’t you forgotten something young lady?” She turned to see the man taking the large slipper from its peg. “Ten punishment points, remember? That’s five slaps with the slipper. Come here please!” The girl burst into tears. “Please.. do I have to sir? Please don’t..” Jeff sighed. “Claire, I will say this only once. If you don’t take your knickers down and touch your toes immediately, I’ll give you double!”

Claire pulled her knickers down to her knees and bent over, tears falling onto the wooden floor. Jeff surveyed the large twitching posterior before him. The skin was still pink from her spanking, but really nothing to justify the fuss she’d made. He tapped her bottom with the slipper. “Stay in position! If you wriggle or fall over, I’ll add extra. Now let’s get this over with!”

He raised his arm and brought the slipper down hard across her right buttock. Claire screamed and gripped her ankles. Please don’t let her move. She didn’t want extra! She had to… The second slap caught her on the left buttock. She gritted her teeth. Yes, it was painful, but she had to show him that she could take it. She wasn’t going to give him an excuse for punishing her even more! Jeff was in a hurry. They had plenty to do in the afternoon. He administered the fifth slap across the top of her thighs.

“Okay, go and shower!” He replaced the slipper on the peg and opened the door. “Make sure you wash yourself very well. Oh, and I’ve left a piece of paper next to the bidet explaining how to use it correctly. I expect you to use it every time you go to the loo.” He grinned as he watched her pull her tight knickers up over her throbbing buttocks. “I’ll be checking up on you occasionally, so make sure you use it properly!”

Jeff had already eaten when she entered the kitchen. He put a plate in front of her and watched her eat for a few minutes. “When you’ve finished Claire, wash the dishes up and go to the room next to my office. There’s a television there and plenty of videos and DVDs.” He tousled her hair. “I always allow a few hours of rest after lunch, so make the most of it.” He went out, jingling his car keys. Time for a bit of shopping.

Claire was pleasantly surprised when she entered the room a while later. Thicks rugs covered the floor and a large white leather sofa stood in the middle facing the television. Typical of young children, she was adept at figuring out how video and DVD players worked, and was soon watching an old collection of Tom&Jerry cartoons. Kneeling on the floor, she examined the boxes of videos. Some she knew and she spotted a few Disney films that she’d always wanted to see. Another box held a mixture of videos and DVDs. Her eyes almost popped out as she looked at the titles and pictures. Naked men, naked women, titles with swear-words in, words she’d never heard before, some even with children in the picture. She wondered if she was allowed to watch them. Better not try without permission! He was sure to find out, and then…. She shivered at the thought of the slipper! Jeff laughed at the sigh of the girl sprawled our on the sofa, engrossed in a some kind of zany film with talking animals. He checked the time. Three o’clock. Claire saw him and sat up. “Actually, when a teacher enters, it’s polite to stand” said Jeff, his eyes twinkling. Claire stood up and switched off the television. “Good girl.” He smiled at her. “Did you have a nice little rest?” The girl nodded. “Yes sir.” “Good, I’m pleased to hear it.”

He sat on the edge of the sofa. “ Now then Claire, let me explain. The morning sessions at this school are devoted to your academic work, like in all the other schools. In the afternoon, you’ll be doing similar work, but at the same time learning all about your duties as a little woman, sex education, providing pleasure to men, BDSM, and lots of other things.” He stood up. “By the way, did you understand the instructions about using the bidet?” Claire nodded, her face turning red with embarrassment. “Good girl! Did you clean your pussy and inside your bottom like it showed in the picture?” Claire’s face was crimson. “Yes sir.” Jeff laughed. “Good! I can’t stand girls who don’t keep themselves spotlessly clean! Dirty bottoms get caned and dirty pussies get whipped!”

He held the door open. “You’ll find your clothes on the chair as usual.” She looked puzzled. “But sir, I already have my uniform on.” He nodded. “Yes, that’s your morning uniform. For the afternoon sessions we have a completely different dress code. It’s actually very simple because you only wear one thing. Nothing else at all! No knickers, no vest or socks. Just the dress and your gym shoes. Hurry up please. I’ll be waiting in the schoolroom. You have two minutes!”

Claire hurried to her room and picked up the white cotton dress on the chair. The material was very soft, though rather thin. She slipped off her clothes and pulled the dress over her head. What on earth! She looked in amazement at her small titties sticking out of the two holes in the front. Surely it wasn’t meant to be like this, was it? Her knickers? Oh no! Did she have to? Reluctantly, she slid them down and off. The dress was a bit tight and really too short! She tried to pull it a bit lower. For goodness sake! It only just covered her bottom! This was… The time? Oh no! Please!

Jeff looked at his watch as Claire rushed through the schoolroom door. He didn’t look too angry. Perhaps he hadn’t noticed. Perhaps he…. She looked at the blackboard. The ‘16’ had been replaced with a ‘24’! Jeff smiled. He pretended not to notice her small tits sticking through the holes in the dress. “Yes Claire, you’re late. Now sit down. We have work to do.”

He handed a pile of worksheets. “These are numbered from one to ten. You read each one very carefully and do all your work on the sheet stapled to it. Best handwriting of course. I’ll be popping in occasionally to see if everything’s okay.” He crouched down beside her and took her small hand in his. “There’s no need to rush Claire. Take your time. Later on, I’ll give you a little test to see if you’ve understood everything.”

He stood up and went to the door. “Be good! I’ll be back in an hour.”

Claire watched him leave and looked at the first sheet. This was just a copy of the one she’d seen earlier. Yes, that was the clitoris, that was the vagina. At least she knew how to spell urethra now. How could she forget?

The second sheet showed a similar picture with some questions. ‘Open your legs wide and use your fingers to explore all the parts of your pussy. Which feels the nicest when you touch it?’ ‘Stroke your clitoris slowly for a few minutes. Does it feel terrible or quite nice?

Similar explanations and questions followed. The third sheet showed a little girl playing with her nipples and smiling. The fourth had a picture of a young girl holding a strange object that looked like a carrot. One sheet showed a naked man. Claire’s eyes opened wide. His willy was sticking up! It looked enormous. The next sheet showed a young girl holding the man’s willy next to her lips, her mouth wide open. Claire turned back to the first sheet and picked up her pen. Better start writing something before he came back!

Jeff listened to the news on the radio. The girl’s disappearance had been reported, but nobody had a clue why. He sighed with relief. He always planned everything so well, but there was always the possibility of someone noticing them during their stops along the way. So far, he’d never had any problems. He remembered the little asian girl he’d trained two years ago. Fuck! She’d been good! It had taken two weeks and a lot of work, but at the end she’d turned into a really amazing sex-slave! He’d kept the girl for a few months before finally taking her into London and releasing her one night, stuffed full of drugs. The authorities never had a clue about the truth!

Claire jumped as the door opened and the man came in. “Okay, just give me the sheets you’ve finished” said Jeff kindly, crouching next to her. “Six sheets? You have worked hard haven’t you!” He handed her another sheet and a small pencil case. “I’ll just go and check these. Can you work through this sheet for me? Thanks! You’re really doing very well!”

He rose quickly so she couldn’t see him smiling and walked to his desk. Let’s see. Oh yes! He liked her answers. Very astute!

Claire opened the pencil case and took out a large rubber pen-shaped device with a funny rubber bulb halfway down. There was a small switch at the end and she pressed it. Immediately the whole device started to vibrate. It made no noise, but the vibrations seemed very strong. She switched it off and read what was on the sheet. A small picture showed a young girl inserting the device into her vagina, a look of complete ecstasy on her face. Underneath were instructions, questions to answer, and a sentence printed in red. ‘This is an official test. Failure to complete it will result in twenty punishment pints being awarded!” Claire gripped the small vibrator and bit her lip. She read the sheet again and looked at the man sitting behind his desk, busy marking her work.

Jeff glanced up and grinned. Poor girl. She was so embarrassed. Yes, he’d have to work on that! He saw her read the sheet from top to bottom about three times before slowly sliding the vibrator between her legs. He knew from experience the various expressions he could expect to see on her face. Shock, discomfort, confusion, more shock, surprise and finally pleasure, with a bit of embarrassment as well!

He allowed her ten minutes to write down her answers, then coughed. “Okay Claire, if you will put your pen down please, we can discuss your work.” He looked at the first sheet. “Do you know which is your clitoris and which is your vagina?” Claire blushed. “Yes sir.” Jeff looked up and took the second sheet. “Good girl. “How did it feel when you stroked your clitoris?” Claire looked embarrassed. “Er, nice sir.” “Good girl!”

He turned to the next sheet. “Do your nipples go hard or stay soft when you stroke hem?” “Hard sir.” Jeff nodded. “Okay, what is the thing called that the girl is putting in her pussy?” Claire swallowed. “Um, a dildo sir?” “Yes, that’s right, but what if it vibrates? What’s that called?” Claire remembered. “A vibrator sir.” “Yes, that’s right. Good girl Claire. You’re doing very well!” He looked down. “Can you tell me why the man’s penis is sticking up Claire?” She blushed a deeper red. She’d had to read that bit a few times. “Because he’s excited sir, and he’s waiting for the girl to, er, service him sir.” Jeff tried not to laugh. “Yes, that’s right, but what does it mean, ‘service’?” Claire had read about that. “It means she makes his er, willy, I mean his penis so excited that it shoots out a special cream sir, and makes him feel very happy.”

Jeff laughed at the description. “Not bad at all! Good girl. Tell me Claire, how can the girl get his penis excited and make him shoot his cream out?” He looked at the last sheet she’d done. The girl looked at the papers in his hand. “Er, she can use her hands sir, her pussy, bottom or her mouth sir.” Jeff clapped his hands. “Excellent Claire! I really am very proud of you. You’ve worked so hard.” He stood up.

“Right, now we’ll have the practical part of the test. Take the sheet you’ve just finished, put that vibrator back in the case and we’ll go to the study. Then you can watch a nice film. Would you like that?” Claire nodded. “Yes please sir.” Practical? What did he mean?

She followed him to the study. “Up we go. Gosh you are heavy!” said Jeff, lifting her onto the padded table. He smiled at her reassuringly. “Right, I’m sure you want to get to the television room, so we’ll try and get through the test as quickly as possible.” He pushed her back on the table. “Put your feet up as well, that’s right, bend your knees, legs apart please!” Claire’s dress was so short that in this position, it left her thighs and pussy completely exposed to his gaze. She blushed and tried to pull her dress over her knees to no avail. “Please sir..I…” Jeff moved her hands away and spoke softly.

“First exercise Claire. You have ten seconds to show me very clearly which is your clitoris and which is your vagina. I’m counting from now!” Claire opened her legs and pulled her pussy lips apart. “Here..and here sir” she said quickly. Jeff looked closely. “Okay, that’s correct. Stroke your clitoris for me please! That’s right, very gently. No, keep going until I tell you to stop. Good girl. Okay, that’s enough. No, keep your legs in that position please! Now I want to see you make your nipples go hard. Ten…nine…” Claire stroked her little nipples until they were erect. Jeff felt them and laughed. “Oh, very nice and hard. Well done!”

He handed her the small vibrator. “Show me what you do with this please!” Claire pressed the switch and put the end in her small vagina. “Further please” ordered Jeff quietly. “That rubber bit is supposed to press against your clitoris.” Claire pushed it in another inch and grimaced. “Okay, that’s enough” said Jeff. He didn’t want to rupture her hymen just yet. That particular job was already planned for tomorrow.

He breathed deeply and felt his erection suddenly grow even more. Yes, it was time!

“Have you ever seen a man’s penis when it sticks up?” he asked, lifting her down from the table. “No sir, never” she replied, pulling her dress down as far as it would go. Jeff swallowed. “Well the last part of the test, before you see the film, is to look at my penis and try and make it excited. Are you ready?” Claire looked at him with big eyes. His willy? But…but…

“Undo my belt and take my trousers down please” ordered Jeff, his heart beating faster. Claire did as he said. A man’s penis? Sticking up? Yuck! She pulled his trousers down and stared in amazement at the obscene bulge in his underpants. Was that…? Was it really..?

“Take those right down Claire and hold my penis in both hands!” Her hands shook as she pulled his pants down. Her mouth fell open. It was so big! How could men have one of these things? Her small hands closed around it and Jeff groaned.

He pulled up a chair and sat on the edge. “Kneel down please Claire. Keep a firm grip on the penis!” She knelt down in front of him holding his cock firmly, now only inches from her face.

“Do you remember the picture on the last sheet Claire?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady. The feel of her little hands round his throbbing cock was almost too much to bear. He had to be quick. Claire nodded. Yes, that had been the picture of the girl with the man’s willy in her mouth. Surely she wouldn’t have to..

“When a girl makes a man’s penis excited, some special cream shoots out of the hole in the top. You’ve already learned that. It must never go anywhere except somewhere inside the girl, either her pussy, her bottom or mouth. That’s very important Claire. Are you listening?” Claire jumped. “Yes sir, really sir!” She’d be examining the hard twitching cock in her hands. It looked wet at the top.

“Put your other hand just here and stroke gently, very gently” he said softly, moving her left hand to his balls. Fuck! That was so good! “Lick the top with your tongue and taste it please!” Claire hesitated for a second, then did as he said. Jeff laughed. “See, that’s a bit of the cream that’s leaked out. Taste’s salty doesn’t it?” Claire nodded.

“Listen very carefully now Claire. This is very, very important. It’s the last part of the test.” The little girl’s fingers teased the back of his balls and he gasped. Shit! He was going to come any second! “You have to rub the penis a bit faster and put the end- yes that bit- in your mouth. When the cream shoots out, make sure you swallow it all. You mustn’t let even one drop escape. That’s very important. Oh, and don’t stop until I tell you!” He held her hand gently and showed her how to rub it along the whole shaft.

The tone of his voice became serious and the girl looked up. “Because this is so important, there will be a lot of punishment points if you don’t do it properly. An awful lot of points!”

Claire looked at the throbbing monster in her hand and swallowed nervously. It was disgusting! How could she… But the punishment points?

“Okay Claire, the cream’s coming any second now. It’s going to shoot out very fast so keep your lips tight round the end. Rub a bit faster! Quickly, in your mouth! Do it girl! Quickly!”

Claire opened her lips as wide as she could and took the end of his cock in her small mouth. It was enormous! How on earth..? “That’s right all in! Tickle the end with your tongue! Faster girl! Faster! Here it comes!”

He held her head gently in his hands and closed his eyes, his mouth open in a silent moan as he started to come. Of shit! Oh shit! Yes! Yes! This was fantastic! She was going to empty his balls!

Claire felt her mouth fill with the man’s warm salty cum and swallowed it as fast as she could. Another load filled her mouth and she coughed, then swallowed again. This was horrible, so disgusting! Why did he make her do it? More of the fluid shot into the back of her mouth and she gagged, pulling her head back off the man’s cock. A trickle of cum ran down her mouth and onto her dress. She coughed for a few seconds and swallowed what she had in her mouth.

“Better lick up everything you can!” she heard the man order in an angry voice. “Don’t stop rubbing till I tell you!” Desperately, the girl licked the cum from his now slightly softer penis, her hand continuing to rub. The looked up and shivered. The man was gazing at her, his eyes cold. Secretly Jeff was delighted. He hadn’t really expected her to perform perfectly the first time, and it had felt so very, very good. Still, he had to maintain discipline!

“What’s that on your dress?” He pointed to a small stain. Claire’s lip trembled and tears came to her eyes. “Sorry sir, I’m sorry, I did try and swallow everything sir, I did…” “Okay, okay! “ Jeff stood up. “Pull up my pants and trousers!” He waited for her to finish, grinning at the way her tiny hands fumbled with his zip.

“Okay Claire, time for your marks. You stopped rubbing the penis for a few seconds near the end. Ten punishment points.” Claire felt tears run down her cheeks. But she’d tried so hard. She really had! “You also stopped stroking the balls. Another ten points. You didn’t keep the penis in your mouth. Twenty points! Not all the cream went in your mouth. Twenty points! Finally, you dropped some on your dress and also forgot to thank me nicely afterwards. Remember the last sheet you read? Ten points. Let’s see, that makes seventy points! That’s an awful lot isn’t it Claire! How on earth is your bottom going to cope?”

The little girl burst into tears and buried her face in her hands. This was just not happening! Please! Make it all stop, make it a dream, anything! The tears ran through her hands and fell to the floor. Jeff pulled gently took her by the waist and pulled her to him. “Sshh, there there, it may not be as bad as all that!” His hand slipped under the back of her dress and felt her large buttocks. He stroked them slowly. “Perhaps, just perhaps I can bend the rules a little, hmmm?” His other hand teased her nipple. He did love the way her immature titties stuck out the holes in the dress. So very provocative!

She looked up, her eyes red. What had he said? Bend the rules? Jeff teased her nipple till it was rock hard. “Suppose, just suppose that I give you another chance? The fact is, you’ll have a bit of time before bed tonight. Now, if you promise not to say anything to anyone, I might just allow you to have another go. What do you say?” Claire nodded her head vigorously. “Yes sir, oh yes please sir!” Jeff laughed. “Okay then. What I propose is to allow you to try again and, if you do it properly, I’ll knock fifty points off. That means only twenty points. I think your bottom can easily take that, yes?” Claire wiped her eyes. “Yes sir, thank you sir” Twenty points? That meant twenty spanks, or ten with the slipper or, well a few with the cane. She wondered what that felt like. Must be painful!

“Okay then. Run along to the television room and watch the video I’ve put in. It’s all about ways of pleasuring a man. You’d better pay attention because you’ll be having a short test afterwards. Off you go!”

Claire ran out of the room, licking her lips. She could still taste that salty cream from the man’s willy. She had to try harder next time. Had to avoid all those points!

Jeff yawned and sat back in the chair. Oh yes! That had been good, and he had another one to look forward to later! He felt his cock harden and sighed. She hadn’t emptied him completely. Still plenty left! He thought of his plans for the rest of the afternoon. Hmmm, oh yes, the PE lesson. Mustn’t forget that!

The video was so very, very rude, but Claire watched transfixed as the little girl in the film sucked the man’s cock, groaning with pleasure every few seconds. One of Jeff’s discoveries years ago in Amsterdam, it had clearly been watched hundreds of times. Claire swallowed. She could still taste some of that cream. The girl on the screen was with a different man now and giggling. There was a close-up of the man’s penis, then a shot of him putting it in….. Claire watched spellbound as he slid it slowly deep inside the girl’s bottom. How could she enjoy it? Didn’t it hurt? She was making funny noises and clearly having a good time! The next scene was worse. Claire put her hand between her legs. Ouch! How could such a big willy fit in there? The final scene simply showed the girls laughing as she was spanked by all three men. Her bum looked quite red but she seemed to love it. How….

“Finished?” Jeff stuck his head round the door. “Good. It’s nearly time for your second PE lesson, so go to the schoolroom, answer the questions on the piece of paper and then get changed.” He looked at her switching off the television. “In the afternoon, you have a different PE kit. I’ve put it on the chair. It’s very similar to the dress you’re wearing. Just one simple vest, that’s all. Oh, and Claire, now I’ve shown you what to wear, make sure you keep everything neatly in the wardrobe. Off you go!”

Claire trotted to the schoolroom. The questions were easy. All about the video. She finished in a few minutes and went to her room. What had the man said? Oh yes, everything in the wardrobe! She folded up her clothes from the morning and placed them on a shelf. Better get to the PE room quickly! The man hadn’t exactly said how fast, but better not take any chances!

She removed her white dress and placed it in the wardrobe with the others. Hope the man didn’t come in while she was completely naked! The PE kit? She picked up what looked like a white leotard, No, it was a sort of vest. She saw the small holes in the front and groaned. Oh no! Another one that showed her titties! It was tight but very elasticated. She pulled it on and paused, a puzzled look on her face. It only came down to about an inch below her belly button, no further. So what about lower down? The man hadn’t said anything about her PE knickers. He must have made a mistake surely? He wouldn’t expect her to do PE just like this! It would be so embarrassing. No, he must have forgotten to tell her to wear the knickers. Only…. Perhaps it would be safer to check first!

The door of the gym opened and Jeff watched the young girl enter, covering her crotch area with her hands, her face red. “Right Claire, let’s get started. I’ve put some exercise mats on the floor. I thought you could do some stretching and bending first.”

Claire swallowed. “Er, please sir, I…” Jeff looked at her crossly. “What is it now girl?” She turned a brighter shade of red. “Sir, shouldn’t I wear PE knickers as well sir? This doesn’t come all the way down.” Jeff pretended to look puzzled. “But it’s not meant to. It’s a PE vest. As for your PE knickers, you only wear those in the morning. No knickers are worn in the afternoon, remember?”

Claire’s mouth felt dry. Cool air wafted over her bare buttocks reminding her how she must look. Jeff pretended not to notice her obvious discomfort, or the fact that she was covering her privates. “As I was saying, I want to see how supple you are. You’ll be eating in an hour so I think we’ll have thirty minutes for exercises, twenty minutes for the race, then you’ll have ten minutes left for a nice shower. Come on, on the mat please. Running on the spot. Quickly Claire!”

Something in his voice made Claire run to the mat and start jogging. It was impossible to do this with her hands where they were and tears came to her eyes as she was forced to expose everything she had. Jeff whistled softly at the sight of the young nubile girl bouncing up and down. The tight vest merely served to exaggerate her cheeky buttocks that were wobbling as she ran. Even her little protruding titties were shaking provocatively.

“Good girl. Now touching your toes. Legs straight. Come on, fifty times!” He walked slowly round her. “Good. Now some knee bends. Legs further apart, that’s right, down slowly, up…keep going!” He checked the time. Oh, this was wonderful! “Come on Claire, right down!” As he passed in front of her, she suddenly saw he had the riding crop in his hand, slapping the strip of leather at the end softly into his palm.

“Lie on your back now, legs in the air, legs up! Come on , yes, hands supporting your sides. Let’s have some bicycle riding shall we? Faster Claire, faster!” Her little legs moved round as she did as she was told, occasionally darting nervous glances at the crop in his hand.

“Right, legs straight up please! Now as far apart as you can, nice and slowly. I said slowly Claire!” She gasped as she felt him tap her pussy with the crop. Back together, yes slowly. Open them again, yes, wider Claire!” He tapped the crop on her pussy again, much harder. Ow! “Keep doing that until I tell you to stop!” Too tired now to worry any more about how she looked, Claire didn’t see the man laugh as she spread her legs wider apart. Jeff blinked. Oh, now that was such a beautiful sight!

Shit! Look at the time! “Up you get Claire. You just have the race to do now, then you can shower and have something to eat.” He laughed. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ravenous. I’ll just go and get it ready while you’re running.”

He didn’t even give her time to rest. Claire watched in horror as he went to the timer on the wall and pressed the button. “Three hundred laps, twenty minutes. Good luck!”

He placed the riding crop on its peg and left the room. Claire burst into tears and ran frantically to press the button again. Now she had to run, and run fast. Not fair, just not fair! Not fair….

Jeff put another potato in his mouth and glanced at the clock. He wiped his mouth. Right, almost twenty minutes. Warm her bum, get her in the shower and have dessert while she had a shower. He leaned back and closed his eyes. Oh yes. This was the life! He checked the time again. Hmmm, no hurry. Besides, she’d be all sweaty. Why not wait a few minutes?

Claire’s heart pounded in her chest. The counter said two hundred and ten. The timer said seventeen minutes. Perhaps, just perhaps, if she tried… The sweat poured down her. For a few seconds she couldn’t see as a bead of sweat trickled into her eye. Almost there. Almost…

The buzzer sounded. Two hundred and fifty seven laps! She collapsed onto one of the exercise mats and cried. She’d done better than before! He might give her only a few slaps. That slipper was so painful! It stung so much! Slowly, her heart rate dropped. A small voice in her head tried to reason with her. Come on! Yes, the slipper was painful, but the pain went away pretty quickly afterwards! Don’t be such a baby! Besides, her rumbling stomach told her there were other things to think about. She was so hungry! Why not show him that she could take it? Come on, be a big girl Claire! He’ll slap your bum with the slipper and that will be that!

As on cue, the door opened. Jeff looked at the timers. “Oh Claire, I’m so sorry!” he said trying to look concerned. I thought that perhaps you might have beaten the timer this time. Never mind, it’s early days yet. He turned so she couldn’t see him grinning. The slipper felt heavy as he took it from the peg. “Bend over please. Ten slaps and then you can have your shower and come and eat.”

Claire, about to touch her toes, looked at him in dismay. “But…but, you gave me five slaps last time sir. It was five sir, really, I remember sir..” Jeff shook his head. “Yes, it was five slaps, but I have to add on another five every time you fail the test. I’m sorry Claire, but those are the rules. Now, bend over, touch your toes and stick your bottom out!”

Jeff gazed lustfully as the little girl stuck out her beautiful half moon bottom. Now that was a bum just begging to be thrashed!

Claire never knew how she got through the ten hard slaps but somehow she did. Towards the end, it felt like fire was burning her skin off. The tears ran profusely onto the floor, but she stayed in position. She’d show him!

“Good girl. You may stand up now. It’s all over” said Jeff, putting the slipper back. “Run and have a shower, then put your afternoon dress back on. I already put your meal on the table, so you can start. Don’t take too long! You still have some homework to do before bedtime.

Claire ran sobbing to her room, hands clasped tightly to her red posterior. Jeff licked his lips. If she only knew…..

Twenty minutes later and he watched her as she finished another burger and reached for more ketchup. The business of filling her tummy had made her forget her ordeal earlier and she munched her way quickly through everything he’d put out. From his position on the other side of the table, where he was drinking coffee, Jeff enjoyed a rather nice view between the girls legs. Her innocence had clearly prevented her from realising that her ridiculously short dress allowed her no modesty at all when seated.

“If you’ve finished Claire, I’ve put a few sheets on your desk. It’s getting late but I want you to finish them before bed. We have a timetable and it’s important to stick to it!” He put his coffee down. “There are also some punishment points still written on the blackboard. I will allow you to decide if you wish to receive them tonight or leave them for tomorrow.” Claire spoke up immediately. “Oh tomorrow, please sir?” “Very well” said Jeff quietly. He frowned. “Do remember that if you don’t perform well in your test later, you’ll have seventy added to those! Even if you do well, I still have to add twenty, remember?” Claire nodded, her face pale. She must do it properly next time. Must swallow everything and… “Well then, run along and make a start. It’s getting late!”

In the schoolroom she looked at the ‘24’ written on the board. She suddenly realised. Even if she did well later, it would still go up to forty four. Forty four points!

She sat down and started on her homework. The first two sheets were similar to what she’d already seen. The rest were slightly different, with pictures of a young girl having something put in her bottom. She read what was written. It was called a ‘Butt-plug’. The next sheet contained questions about what she’d read. So that was what it was for! To get her bottom used to being used. She picked up her pen. Had to work fast. He’d be coming to send her for her shower soon. Must finish. Must!

Jeff waited till he heard the shower stop then opened the door. “I’ve just marked your homework young lady. Very good, most of it, but you made three spelling mistakes.” He surveyed the little girl before him, a large towel wrapped tightly round her. “However, that’s only three points, not much! Simply takes the total to twenty seven.”

He saw the look in her eyes. “Hey, don’t worry. It could be a lot worse. But you’re going to make sure that it won’t be a lot worse, aren’t you Claire?” She heard the tone of his voice and nodded. “Yes sir, I..I’ll try sir.” “Good girl. Now let’s get this on you.” He held her short nightie and pulled it over her arms as she held them up. He did it slowly, enjoying the view of her plump pussy while it was pulled over her head, and resisting the urge to tickle it; he wanted her relaxed for her task.

She looked so sweet, so very, very sweet. He spoke very softly. “All I want you to do now, is just what you had to do before, but this time, making no mistakes. I want you to take your time. When you taste the cream, you pretend that it’s the most delicious thing in the world. Understand?” Claire nodded, twisting her thumbs nervously. “Okay then, I’m waiting Claire!”

She swallowed and took a deep breath. Her hands trembled as she undid his belt. Pulling down his zip, she could already feel his bulge pushing against his trousers. His pants followed his trousers and for the second time, she gazed in awe at his huge erection pointing straight at her.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pointed to the floor. She knelt down and took his penis in both hands. It felt so heavy! Please let her do it right, please! There was a drop of precum on the tip of his glans and she licked it off. She had to show she was trying! Gently feeling his balls with one hand, she started rubbing the shaft, slowly at first. Her tongue played over the tip of his cock. Jeff put his head back. Oh fuck! That was so good! Oh yes, she was definitely getting better at it!

Her hand moved faster now and her finger tips found the sensitive area on his balls. Oh yes, that was good! Suddenly he felt her hot little mouth envelope the end of his cock and suck it hard, her tongue teasing all the time. Oh shit! He couldn’t hold off any longer. A dam broke inside him.

Claire’s eyes widened in horror as her mouth was filled with hot semen and she swallowed quickly, remembering this time to keep her hands busy and her lips tight around his pulsating penis. Jeff gasped in amazement as her tongue continued teasing his glans, her hand pumping every last drop out of him. A second and third spurt continued to fill her mouth, for a second almost making her choke, but she just managed to swallow in time.

She felt the throbbing penis start to soften slightly and the spurts of cream stopped. Popping the less swollen glans out out her mouth, she continued to kiss, lick and tease it with her tongue, coaxing every last drop out, making little appreciative noises as though licking an ice cream.

Jeff raised his head and watched her for a while. His body felt drained, and begged for sleep. “Okay, you can stop now.” Claire stood up and looked at him, as if trying hard to choose the right words. “Please sir, thank you very much sir!” She looked worried. Had she said the right thing? Jeff laughed. “That’s okay. Did you enjoy it?” Of course she hadn’t liked it! So yucky, she thought. “Yes sir, I liked it very much!” Jeff stood and pulled his trousers. “Hmm, that’s good, because you’ll be doing it tomorrow as well.”

The poor girl looked so sleepy. What time was it? Bloody hell! He picked up something he’d left on the chair. “Before you go to sleep Claire, I just have to put this butt-plug in. It’s a small one, so don’t be scared.” He picked it up and showed her. She touched the black rubber and he gave it her to hold. She turned it around. It certainly didn’t look small to her! “Here’s a tube of cream and we place some all over it like this, see?”

He pushed her gently to the bed. “On all fours again please, like a little pussy cat, remember?” Claire looked at him in terror. B..but.. Jeff laughed. “Don’t be silly! It feels strange at first, but you’ll soon get used to it. On all fours, head down, bottom up, now!” The tone of his voice was enough, and she got into position, her face reddening as she felt the air on her bare bum. Why was this nightie so short?

Jeff licked his lips at the sight of her pert bottom sticking up. He pulled the nightie further along her back. He could feeling himself getting hard again. Another blowjob? No, he was exhausted!

“Knees wider apart, yes, that’s better. Now relax.” Taking the tube, he put a large drop on his finger and pushed it gently into the girl’s tight bum-hole. She jumped. “Don’t worry!” Jeff laughed. “That’s just to make it easier for it to go in. Please relax Claire. If you relax all the muscles here, it’s a lot easier. I’m putting it in now.”

Claire felt him remove his finger. That had been horrible. She remembered when he’d examined her ‘there’ in the morning. Awful, just awful! Suddenly something pressed against her bottom again. It was pushing so hard! It was hurting! “Owww, please sir, please, stop sir!” The man stopped and she felt him change position and put an arm round her waist. “Right, listen to me very carefully Claire!” Jeff was angry. He wanted a drink, a shower and bed! “This is going in, even if it takes all night! Now listen! Relax! Just stop tightening the muscles in your anus! It will be over in seconds. Otherwise….” He didn’t finish.

He pushed the butt-plug in again, ignoring the girl’s pathetic sobbing. “There, you see! Finished!” He pulled her nightie back down. “Lie down now Claire. You must be exhausted. You’ve had a very busy day!”

He waited until she was lying down. From the expression on her face, the butt-plug took some getting used to! Jeff placed the tube of cream on the bedside table. “From now on Claire, although I’ll put the butt-plugs in the first time, you’re responsible for looking after them. If you need to use the loo, you take it out, clean it and replace it when finished. Same before a punishment; remove it, clean and replace afterwards. It’s only until tomorrow night – I hope.”

He stroked her hair and kissed her softly. “When the alarm clock rings tomorrow, come straight for breakfast, okay. Sleep well little one.”