RE-WRITE: TRAINING THE GIRLS

BY TOMMY
encoretommy@yahoo.fr

[ part 4 ]

The CD player was already on one of the tables blaring out some awful pop music. Dave nodded at Mike and laughed at the sight of the guard, standing behind the row of girls, his trousers unable to hide his erection. Poor guy! Still, he’d have some fun later and of course tomorrow afternoon!

“Right girls, listen carefully!” He surveyed the back of their heads, noses pressed against the wall as ordered, hands on heads, feet well apart. Four pairs of cheeky firm buttocks all waiting to be dealt with!

“If you remember, this morning we used the special tables over there to keep you still during your punishments. Can anyone tell me how many times your bottoms were thrashed?” There was a silence, punctuated only by quiet sobs as the girls shivered in fear. A hand rose. “Yes Christine?” “Please sir, it was twelve sir… I think sir.. thank you sir.” Her voice shook. Dave nodded. “That’s right, twelve. Twelve lashes for each ribbon.”

He sat down and licked his lips. “However, I’m hoping that from now on, it won’t be necessary to keep you tied down. If you can take your punishment without too much wriggling, then I will only give you half.” He waited for the girls to digest this new piece of information.

“When I call your name, you will turn, come to me and give me your black ribbons. I will then tell you which implement you are to be punished with and you’ll fetch it from the cupboard. Then after we’ve finished, you’ll thank me for punishing you, return the implement to the cupboard and go to the other gentleman who’ll tell you what to do.” He looked at his watch. “I don’t want to waste any more time. Just remember that if you don’t take your punishment well, you’ll go over the whipping table and get double!”

He saw Carol and Sally arrive, their faces bright red with embarrassment. Mike spoke a few words and the two girls started their knee bends in time to the music. Dave nodded at them. “Pussies smooth?” His friend chuckled and slid his hand between Sally’s legs. The loud squeal as she felt his hand on her pussy earnt her a hard slap on her thigh. Carol pursed her lips and shut her eyes as the man’s fingers explored her privates, one finger delving deeper between her pussy lips. “Smooth as a baby’s bottom!” he announced, laughing.

“Hmm, good.” Dave rubbed his hands together. “Now then, talking of bottoms…..Becky!”

The little six year old turned and walked to him, her legs shaking, large tear-filled blue eyes shining in the strong fluorescent light. Dave took the two ribbons and gently pulled a strand of blond hair away from her left eye. Her small pussy still looked red from all the attention it had received earlier. Oh well, she’d soon have a red bum to match it!

“Bring me the small black gymshoe on the left, please Becky.”

He watched her go to the cupboard, her cute bubble butt twitching in anticipation of what it was about to receive.

“Thank you” he said quietly, taking the old worn gymshoe from her. “Okay, over my knee please” He lifted her gently across his lap, positioning her so her bum stuck up at just the right angle. “There, much more civilised like this isn’t it? Now then..” He tapped her buttocks with the slipper and smiled as she flinched. “Two ribbons. One for not asking permission to come, and the other for failing to put the vibrator all the way inside your pussy! What is two times six Becky?” He heard her sniff, then a little voice croaked. “Please sir I don’t know sir…thank you sir.” Dave shook his head in bewilderment. Still, she was only six. “The answer Becky, is twelve!”

He raised the gymshoe and brought it down sharply on her right buttock. Crack! The girls facing the wall flinched en masse as the sound echoed round the room. Becky’s sobs grew louder as Dave continued, alternating between buttocks till each was bright red. The last two cracked down hard across the back of her legs making her squirm under his grip.

Dave ran his hand over her sore backside. Hmm, nice and warm! Easing her chubby buttocks apart, he touched her tight little bumhole. Becky gasped, her sobbing cut off in mid flow. “Right young lady, no more crying please” whispered Dave, his finger still teasing her anus. “One single sound and you’ll get another six!”

He pulled the little girl off his lap and kissed her wet nose. “See, wasn’t that bad was it?” He looked at her questioningly and handed her the gymshoe. Becky wiped her eyes and sniffed loudly. “Please sir, thank you for punishing me sir…er..thank you sir… I mean…” Dave put his finger on her lips. “Okay, that’s enough. Put it back, then join Sally and Carol!”

He waited till she’d joined the two oldest girls. Mike had them jumping up and down now. Dave laughed. The guard’s eyes were glued on Carol and Sally, enjoying the sight of their young breasts jiggling up and down under their tight vests

“Rachel!” The cheeky seven year old redhead turned and buried her head in her hands, weeping profusely. Dave felt a twinge of sympathy for the poor girl. “Give me the ribbons please” he said softly. She handed him the four black ribbons, biting her lip, her large eyes meeting his and shaking like a leaf.

“Black gymshoe please Rachel. Come on! We haven’t got all day!” The walk to the cupboard and back seemed the most difficult thing she’d ever done. Her legs felt wobbly. Giving him the slipper, she shook her head in desperation. “P..please sir, please don’t sir… please..” “For goodness sake Rachel!” Dave pulled the terrified youngster over his lap. “It’s only a slipper. Just wait till you get the cane! Then you’ll have something to cry about!”

He tapped her trembling buttocks and spoke so the rest could hear. “Four black ribbons. One for losing the race in the PE lesson, one as part punishment for not washing yourself after using the toilet, one for having an orgasm without permission and one, like Becky, for not inserting your vibrator all the way into your vagina.” He sighed. They really had to learn. “Finally Rachel, for talking just now, you’ve just earned yourself another black ribbon.” He tapped her harder. “However, I think we’ll deal with that one tomorrow morning. Now then….”

Slap! Slap! Slap! An ear splitting scream cut through the air. Rachel squirmed under the man’s strong grip, her bottom and thighs on fire. Strict though he was, Dave wanted to avoid having to tie her down over the whipping table. It wasn’t just the wasted time. Years of experience had taught him the importance of making each punishment exquisitely painful, yet just bearable, ensuring the girl was pushed to her limit and her pain threshold increased each day. Making a girl hysterical served no useful purpose and he had no doubt that being tied down for another forty eight whacks would do just that to Rachel. He grinned and gripped the wriggling girl harder. There would be plenty of time for tying her down in the future. Oh yes, plenty of time!

He allowed the screaming little girl off his lap and laughed. “Okay, twenty four slaps. I bet that hurt!” Rachel clasped her crimson backside and did a little war dance, her tears spraying all over the place. “I’m counting to three. If you’re still crying, you get another dose! One…two…” The sobbing ceased as if by magic and he sent her over to Mike, her pert bottom resembling two over-ripe peaches.

It looked like Christine would prove to be less of a problem. No doubt relieved at possessing only one black ribbon and having already experienced twelve with the belt earlier in the day, the prospect of six smacks with a PE slipper didn’t fill her with quite the same amount of dread as the two smaller girls. The podgy ten year old handed the man her ribbon and blushed as she saw his eyes focused between her legs. “Hmm, nice juicy looking pussy you have there” said Dave jokingly, taking the ribbon from her. “Fetch me the paddle please Christine.” He saw the confusion in her eyes. “Oh sorry, I forgot you probably don’t know what I mean.” He pointed to the cupboard. “That brown wooden thing next to the gymshoe.”

Christine swallowed nervously and fetched the strange looking implement. Why not the slipper? This felt heavier than a slipper. The wood was shiny and there were three holes through it. What on earth…?

She was still thinking about the holes as the man pushed her gently but firmly over his lap. Dave spent a few seconds surveying the large pair of buttocks before him, before tapping them with the paddle

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m not using the gymshoe on you as well Christine” said Dave, enjoying the way the girl’s bum wobbled. “Well, apart from the fact that you’re older, you also have a very large bottom which, I think, is just begging to be made very red and sore. Something which I’m about to do. If you remember, your ribbon was for not inserting your vibrator all the way into your very nice pussy. However, I’m sure that you’ll manage it tomorrow.”

If Christine thought the paddle would be anything like a slipper, she had had a rather rude awakening as the first slap landed hard on her left buttock, the excruciating stinging pain making her lose her breath. “Owwww..sir..please no!!!” The chubby girl dissolved into floods of tears. Dave waited a few seconds between each slap, enjoying the way her large bottom wobbled like a jelly. The last two slaps landed at the top of her legs, producing a scream that reverberated round the room.

Admiring his handiwork, Dave stroked the girl’s backside, occasionally slipping his hand down between her legs, teasing her fleshy pussy. He parted her buttocks. Hmm, nice deep cleft! Just begging for a large butt-plug thought Dave. Well, she’d have that to look forward to later!

“Okay, stand up! My, you’re a little fatty, aren’t you!” He patted the girl’s tummy. Not that it mattered of course. In fact he was pretty sure he could guess exactly which clients would be asking for this one!

The girl grasped her sore bum, sobbing loudly. “That’s enough!” said Dave loudly. “For talking during your punishment, you have another black ribbon. Any more noise and it’ll be two! Well?”

Christine nodded and bit her lip, forcing herself to be quiet, stifling the sobs that were making her whole body tremble. She thanked the man and returned the paddle to its hook, then joined the other girls, who were running on the spot and being encouraged by Mike, a thin riding whip in his hand.

“Beverly!” The blond eleven year old turned and walked over, her stomach churning. Shit, she was pretty, thought Dave. Her blue eyes glistened as the tears started. The clients would be fighting over her, that was sure. Innocent expression, resplendent with the just the right amount of puppy fat, no sign of any pubic hair, yet possessing the largest tits he’d ever seen on a girl so young!

“The wooden hairbrush on the right!” Beverly did as she was told. Her knees shook. She mustn’t say anything! Please don’t let her say anything! A tear fell on her hand. More ribbons than any other girl! It just wasn’t fair!

“Well, well young lady. Three black ribbons, hmm?” With difficulty, he tore his eyes away from the rather obscene outline of her breasts and smiled. “Not washing your privates, coming without permission and refusing to put all of the vibrator into your vagina. Come on, over you go!”

Moving his legs closer together, Dave positioned the girl so her breasts were just hanging down over his left thigh, her bum sticking up provocatively as if begging to be punished. He gripped the old worn hairbrush and ran the black bristles gently over the girl’s sweaty backside. How many times had he used this? Not as heavy as the paddle, it was perfect for the eighteen slaps he was about to administer.

Slap, slap, slap! Beverly jerked and squealed as the hard wooden brush was brought down hard over her buttocks and thighs. The pain from each slap merged until her whole posterior was engulfed in fiery agony. No matter how she bucked and squirmed, the man’s strong arm held her firmly over his lap.

It was over. Beverly felt her face soaked in tears, but part of her was happy that she hadn’t shouted out and earned herself another ribbon. So very, very painful! Her bum felt like it was on fire.

She lay on the man’s lap sobbing quietly while he explored her hot buttocks. His other hand stroked her hair, then moved a bit lower until… The girl gasped as she felt his hand reach her breast. A finger teased her nipple. “Well, well Beverly, I must say you do have nice tits! I bet the other girls in your class are dead jealous!”

The girl bit her lip with embarrassment as the man continued his little exploration. Yes, it was true what he’d said! But nobody had ever touched them like this man was doing.

She felt the man’s other hand slide down between her legs and squirmed as a finger started to tease her pussy. Her nipple stiffened and she heard the man laugh. “Oh, another little hottie! I wonder what happens when I touch you just here and….”

Beverly squealed as a fingertip found her tiny clitoris. Years of experience meant that Dave knew exactly how to stimulate a small girl’s clit. His fingernail prodded her little bump very, very gently and he watched with amusement as she clenched her buttocks, his wrist held tightly between her thighs.

He toyed with the idea of making her come. After all, he’d be doing it frequently from tomorrow. Masturbating the girls after each punishment helped them accept punishment faster and besides, it was an entertainment in itself!

“Okay, up you get!” Shit, she was seconds from coming! Beverly stood up and thanked him, her voice shaking, pain from her sore bottom competing for her attention with the strong tingling from between her legs.

Within seconds, she was with the other girls, jumping up and down in time to the music, while Mike barked instructions.

Dave checked the time and fetched the video camera from the other room. “Could you do this Mike?” he asked, handing it to his friend. “You know I’m hopeless with these things!” Mike laughed and switched it on. “Yeah, okay. I’ll take about ten minutes now, then edit it down to one or two minutes later. Should keep our clients happy!”

“Okay girls!” Dave clapped his hands. “In a line please, smallest to the biggest please. No Rachel, you go next to Becky, remember? Quickly Sally!” He glanced at Mike who nodded.

“Right, start jumping! Come on, higher! Yes, higher Carol!” Mike walked slowly round them, filming the girls first as a group, then individually. He took a deep breath. Shit, they were sexy! The three oldest girls blushed as he focused on their vests, their breasts bouncing up and down underneath. Poor Beverly! She looked quite comical!

“Good girls, now on your backs please! Quickly! Lift your hips off the floor. Hands underneath. Now pretend you’re riding a bicycle. Good girl Becky! Legs higher Christine! Come on, faster!

With Becky and Rachel too young to be overly embarrassed by their position, this could not be said of the other girls who were only too aware of how they must look to the men. However, their embarrassment soon increased even further as they were ordered to open and close their legs.

“Right girls, legs further apart. Come on Carol, further! Now hold them open and keep still! Carol felt tears of shame appear as the man holding the video camera stood over her, zooming down for a close up of her pussy.

Mike moved along the line, ensuring that each girl’s sweaty pussy was captured on film. His hands shook slightly. Shit, his erection was uncomfortable! He sighed and focused down between Beverly’s legs. Well, at least tomorrow he’d be able to start putting it to good use!

Dave clapped his hands. “Good girls. Stand up and form a line over there in front of the tables. Quickly!” He waited for them to stand next to the tables and benches, where they’d eaten their lunch earlier.

“Okay, now when I tell you, I want every girl to take off her vest and put it on the table. Any hesitation, any at all, and you’ll receive a ribbon. One, two, three…off!”

En masse, the girls obeyed, their fear of further punishment far outweighing any additional embarrassment. Dave whistled softly and looked at Mike. This was the first time they’d been completely naked in front of the men. The novel situation was not lost on the girls either. They squirmed and wriggled, wishing they could be anywhere else but there! Becky and Rachel faced the men, uncomfortable, yet still too young to understand the effect their nakedness had on others. Dave frowned. “Carol and Beverly, you will both receive a black ribbon for covering your breasts!” The girls in question looked at him in horror, totally unaware that they’d instinctively folded their arms across their chest. Carol exposed her breasts, trying not to cry. Nobody had seen her like this for years – not even her own mother. It wasn’t fair! Dave nodded. Oh yes, no modesty allowed here!

If Carol was upset, Beverly was even more distraught. How many ribbons did she have? No idea! She felt the men’s eyes on her firm young breasts and burst into tears.

“Stop that noise Beverly, or you’ll get another one!” The sobbing stopped as if by magic, though tears continued to stream down her face.

“Okay, let’s have you jumping up and down. Come on Rachel, higher! Yes, you too Christine. My, your tummy wobbles a lot when you jump, doesn’t it! Even more than your bum! Chest out more Sally! Show those boobies off! Everyone turn around! Stick those bums out!”

He saw Mike check the clock on the wall. “Right girls, that’s enough for now. Maybe we’ll do a bit more tomorrow.”

He saw the guard enter the hall carrying a large box. Good! Dinner was ready. The huge Albanian grunted and slid some bowls along the table, closely followed by bags of bread, cheese and a large packet of sliced meat. Six plastic cups and bottles of milk followed.

“Well, I bet you’re all hungry, so sit down and start.” He noticed the worried looks among the girls. They were clearly not at all happy about eating in the nude. “Your PE vests have to be washed. Now sit down and eat!”

Slowly, the girls moved around the table and found a place to sit, moving the chairs quietly, hoping not to draw attention to themselves. The older girls, suddenly realising how ravenous they were, grabbed handfuls of bread, quickly seeking out the pieces of cheese to put into their bowls.

“Sit up straight! Don’t make a mess!” Christine, her mouth full, looked up and saw Dave staring at her. He grinned. “Nice and slowly please. You’re not in a race.”

Rachel munched slowly on a crust, her eyes full of tears. When would she be allowed to go home? She shifted in her chair. So uncomfortable! She saw Sally looking at her. Sally had freckles too! Rachel looked down at her own tiny buds. Would she really have titties like Sally in a few years? Oh, and the fatty girl, Christine! What a big tummy!

Carol chewed her food slowly, one eye on the guard. Why was he always smiling at her? She felt a lump in her throat. A few days ago, she’d felt so grown up. Thirteen years old, developing nice breasts, her periods started… What would she give now to be with her mother? These horrible men! What on earth did they want?

Something about slave girls? They couldn’t be serious surely? Oh, and these ribbons…? She suddenly felt sick. She still had a blue one! What was blue? Wasn’t it breasts? What did that mean? Sally had a pink one. So what exactly were the men going to do? Surely not…. She saw the guard leering at her again. Suddenly she didn’t feel hungry any more. She wanted so much to cover her breasts, but didn’t dare!

Mike took the video camera back to the office and Dave walked slowly round the table. As each girl finished eating, he ordered her to take her bowl and cup into the kitchen and wash it up. On returning to the hall, their exercises resumed with some gentle running on the spot. Although primarily a way of keeping the girls busy, Dave also believed it to aid digestion.

“A bit faster Christine!” The podgy girl sweated as the man flicked her bum with his riding whip. “You shouldn’t have stuffed yourself at the table, should you” he continued, grinning at her discomfort. He saw the guard laughing. What a beautiful sight! Six little sweaty naked girls, all doing their best to please the men.

“Okay, stop!” He surveyed the unhappy looking bunch and checked the time. “Go to the bathroom, use the toilet and then shower! Pay particular attention to your hair, ears, nails, pussy and anus. I’m feeling generous tonight so I’m giving you fifteen minutes. When you finish, put on your nightdress, go straight to the classroom and sit down quietly. Oh, and make sure you leave the bathroom spotless. Move!”

The six naked girls ran out of the door, one or two of them desperate for the loo. Dave went to see how Mike was getting on. His friend had already transferred the film to the computer and showed Dave the scenes he was editing. “I should be able to get it all down to just over two minutes” he announced, wiping his brow. Any more than that, and the file gets too big to handle.” Dave nodded. He knew a little about what Mike was doing. The film would be encrypted, then hidden inside another file before being uploaded to their website. A website, Dave remembered, originally made by one of their clients. After all, how many people were interested in a boring Norwegian school reunion website? Nevertheless it had proved invaluable for communicating with their many clients. He wondered how many of the richer ones were even now sitting on a yacht somewhere, horny as hell, satellite link ready to download the video and begin choosing their girls.

The girls sat in silence, not daring to even whisper. For the fifth time, Sally tried to pull her thin nightdress further over her legs, but it still covered only a few inches of her thighs. She turned her head, her long hair sending drops of water across the room.

Well, she had tried to dry it, but there hadn’t been time! She looked at Beverly. The pretty eleven year old looked so scared, her blue eyes full of tears, nervously running her hand through her blond curly hair. Sally felt a twinge of sympathy. How many ribbons did Beverly have now?

The door opened and Dave strode in and clapped his hands. “All sitting comfortably?” he asked cheerfully. “Nice and clean?” He reached his large desk at the front and took a video from a drawer. “Before we finish for the day, I have a lovely film for you to watch, and I’m sure that you’ll enjoy it, but before I put it on, we’re just going to have a quick inspection. Stand up please.”

He patted Becky’s head and looked quickly behind her ears. “Good girl.” He passed along the line, checking that his instructions had been carried out. “Hmm, hair still very wet Sally. Next time dry it better!” He licked his lips and went back to little Becky. “You know what I have to check now, don’t you, little one?”

Becky nodded, a lump in her throat. So rude. So very, very rude! “What do I have to check?”

“Er, please sir, my…my pussy and..and my..anoos sir, thank you sir.”

Dave laughed. “It’s ‘anus’ Becky. Yes, that’s right, we have to check your pussy and anus to make sure they’re perfectly clean.” He tapped the front of her desk.

“Stand here in front Becky.” He smiled at the others. “You too!” He waited for the girls to move, noticing the apprehension in their eyes.

“Good, now I want everybody to copy what Becky does.” His voice lowered. “I think you all know what happens if I see any hesitation!”

“Right Becky, I want you to lean back against the very edge of the desk. Good girl. Lift your nightdress up to your belly button. Excellent!” He saw the other girls copy her, their faces already red. Bloody hell, when would they get used to having their privates on show?

“Now I want you to lean back and lie on the desk. Think you can do that Becky?” Keeping his voice friendly , he helped her lie back on the wooden desk, his hand supporting her as she did so.

“There we are.” He glanced at the others.

“Some of you older girls will have your head hanging over the other side of the desk, so it may feel a bit uncomfortable. Don’t worry, it’s only for a minute or so.”

“Now then, I want you to lift your legs up and bring them up towards your shoulders – like when you were doing the bicycle exercise – remember? But this time, open your legs and grip them with your hands. Good girl Becky! Yes like this. Wider Carol! You as well Beverly! Legs wide apart, and pull them back as far as you can.”

He stepped back to survey the beautiful scene before him. Several of the girls were crying quietly with shame. But what a sight! Six lovely little pussies and bumholes rising to greet him! What could be a more embarrassing and subservient position for a girl?

“Pull your legs back more Rachel! You as well Sally! No, heads down! I don’t need to look at your faces!”

The door opened and Mike strode in with a camera. “Ah, just in time I see” he said jokingly, his erection suddenly getting even stiffer. “Fuck me, what a lovely collection!”

Dave laughed and waited while his colleague took pictures from all angles, followed by close-ups between their legs.

“I’ll get these sent off immediately” he said, rather breathlessly, switching his camera off. “By the way, the video was uploaded a few minutes ago. You wouldn’t believe the emails we’ve had already!” With a last lustful glance at the six girls, he left the room, shutting the door quietly.

“Right girls, hold those positions!” Dave moved to Becky and smiled. The little six year old was pulling her legs right back to her shoulders, clearly in an attempt to please him. Her blue eyes looked at him anxiously.

“So then, this position is what we call ‘Pussy inspection’ and you will form this position immediately whenever you hear that command. Now then..” He took a thin surgical glove from a drawer and put it on his right hand. From a small blue tube, he quickly squeezed lubricant over his fingers.

“I’m going to go along very quickly and inspect both your pussies and bumholes. You will not move until I tell you!”

With his left hand he stroked Becky’s sweet little pussy and chuckled as the girl gasped. To her surprise and consternation, he lowered his head and stuck his tongue between her pussy lips. “Hmm, very nice Becky! Tastes and smells delicious!”

She felt his other hand moving between her buttocks and squealed as a finger entered her tight little anus.

“Okay Becky, just relax. Let it go all the way in and…”

He withdrew his finger. “You see, nice and clean. Good girl!”

Leaving the tiny girl to her thoughts, he moved to Rachel. The little redheaded girl was crying, unsure of what was happening. Dave patted her thigh. Shit, she was pretty, her freckles giving her such an innocent, helpless look.

“Nice fresh tasting pussy you have there Rachel.” He licked his lips and pushed his finger deep inside her anus, enjoying the look of surprise and discomfort on her face. “There, you see, nice and clean. Wasn’t that bad was it!”

Christine’s large bum received the same treatment, his tongue lingering as it delved deep inside her succulent pussy, fingers gently teasing her bumhole before sliding in. Beverly, having witnessed the other girls being examined, bit her lip and tried not to make a sound. The man’s finger felt horrible inside her bottom! His tongue on the other hand… The young girl felt her mind spinning at the strange sensations rippling through her body. Something touched her right nipple and she opened her eyes to see the man staring at her, laughing. “Mmm, your nipple’s as stiff as your little clit Beverly. I think you were quite enjoying that!”

“Now then Sally, let’s see how you taste!” He lowered his head and explored the twelve year old’s pussy, making her flinch as his tongue poked her clitoris. “Not bad Sally.” He removed his finger from her anus and frowned. “Could be a bit cleaner!” He thought for a few seconds. “I’ll let you off this time Sally, but I want that bumhole cleaner next time… or else! Poor personal hygiene is a three ribbon offence. Just remember!” Sally, her long brown hair hanging down over the edge of the table shivered with fear. She’d make quite sure her bum was clean next time!

“Well well well, let’s see how you taste then.” Dave inhaled the delicious aroma emanating from between Carol’s legs. The plump thirteen year old schoolgirl tried not to cry as the man’s tongue slid inside her. “Oh come on Carol, relax!” said Dave, prodding her tight anus. “It’s going in whether you like it or not!” He smiled to himself as he thought of their plans for later. Just wait till she saw the butt-plugs!

He felt her whole body quiver as he pushed his finger deep inside her anus, his tongue slowly teasing her clitoris until he felt it stiffen.

“Oh yes, delicious!” Dave examined his finger and nodded. “Acceptable, but only just. Spend longer washing your anus next time!” He stroked the girl’s pussy and frowned. “Hang on a second..” Carol felt the man’s large hand grip her mound a bit tighter.

“You were supposed to have shaved of all your pubic hair” he announced quietly, a hint of menace in his voice. “I can still feel a bit here!” He tapped the offending patch of skin. “I know you didn’t have much to start with, but the rules are quite clear. That’s a pink ribbon for you Carol!”

He sighed and stepped back, ignoring the girl’s anguished look and tear filled eyes.

“Okay, you may all get off your desks and sit down properly.” Dave gave the two little ones a hand, and then switched on the video.

“This is a very nice film and I want everyone to pay attention. After about 20 minutes, we’ll start taking you, one by one, for the final punishment session, then you will have your butt-plugs inserted and go straight to bed. As soon as you hear your name called, stand up and leave the room quietly.”

He waited for the film to start and adjusted the volume. “Remember, any whispering or attempt to communicate with each other will be severely punished. There are hidden cameras and microphones everywhere, and I still have plenty of ribbons!”

With that, he left the room, leaving the frightened girls, their eyes glued on the television screen.

Becky crossed her legs and looked quickly at the other girls. Why was the big girl crying? What was pubic hair? What was a butt-plug? She glanced at Rachel sitting next to her. The cheeky redhead saw her staring and looked away, scared. Becky understood. What if the men were watching? Her bottom twitched as she remembered the black gymshoe. Gosh, that had really stung! She reached out and took Rachel’s hand in hers. Well, that wasn’t talking, was it? Rachel hesitated but didn’t pull her hand away. The two little girls turned their attention to the film, their small hands linked in an infantile attempt at reassurance and comfort.

The film was one Mike and Dave had put together the year before. The vibrators appeared as before, though this time used with more imagination. A small girl was shown in the familiar ‘pussy inspection’ position, giggling while another girl teased first her rosy pussy, then moved it lower before easing it into her tight bumhole. Scene followed scene. Larger vibrators, scary looking black butt-plugs, penis-shaped dildos.

Becky gripped Rachel’s hand tighter. How could they put such big things in their bottoms? It was just so….

“Becky!” The sound of her name being called made her jump. For a second she couldn’t remember what she had to do, then carefully stood up and tip toed to the door. Dave smiled and took her hand. “Come on sweetheart.” He saw the tears in her eyes and laughed. “Becky, you don’t have any ribbons, so stop crying. I’m just putting you to bed, that’s all.” The small girl sniffed and wiped her eyes. Yes, that was true. She didn’t have any of those coloured ribbons like the others had.

They entered the large bathroom at the end of the corridor. “I’m sure you need the loo, so hurry up and go!” He noticed the pained expression on her face and shook his head. “Yes Becky, I’m going to watch you and make sure you clean yourself afterwards, so may as well get used to it. You’re close to getting a black ribbon. Now go!”

Becky didn’t know why, but she felt more embarrassed about peeing in front of the man than when he looked at her privates. Dave couldn’t help laughing at the concentration on her face as she forced herself to pee, her short nightdress hitched up to her belly button.

“Good girl, now wash yourself. Bottom and pussy, remember?”

The little girl lowered herself onto the bidet and soaped her hand. Dave knelt down to watch and she felt tears come to her eyes. Why did the man have to look so closely. It was so rude. So…

“Fingers in further Becky!” She blushed and tried to push deeper into her pussy but it hurt. “Okay, now your anus. Come on Becky, don’t be shy. I’m only doing this because I don’t want to have to give you three ribbons. Now get it really clean!”

She pushed her finger up inside her bottom, wincing at the horrible sensation.

“Okay, that’s probably enough for now, but just remember that whenever you have a shit, you’ll need to spend a few minutes doing this! It’s best to use two fingers and make really sure you’re perfectly clean.”

Becky recoiled at his choice of words. Her Daddy had once said that word and Mummy had given him such a mouthful!

She stood up and dried herself carefully, ever conscious of being carefully scrutinised.

“Right, now then, all we have to do is put your butt-plug in and then it’s time for you to be in bed.”

Becky watched, mystified, as the man took a large box from behind the door and opened it. Dozens of black rubber butt-plugs, each with a number stamped on the base rolled out. The man swore, then put them slowly back in the box, examining each one.

“Hmm, I think these should do” he said at last. He placed five of them on a shelf and smiled at the nervous little girl, shuffling her feet before him. She saw he had one of the black things in his hand. As he started to smear cream over it, she realised what he was going to do. It had been in the film. He was going to put in into her… She started to cry.

“Oh for goodness sake Becky, don’t be silly.” Dave smiled at the frightened girl. “It’s not a big one! Look, it’s only a number two. Sally and Carol are having bigger ones than this. Now then, I want you to bend over and put your hands on your knees. Can you do that for me?”

The small girl sniffed and looked at the butt-plug in the man’s hand. It looked so horrible. So big, nasty and…

Dave sighed. The girl was so sweet, but this was getting silly. He shook his head. “Right Becky, that’s a black ribbon for not obeying an order straight away. You’d better bend over, or it’ll be two ribbons. Now!”

Tears flowing freely now, the six year old bent over and grasped her knees. She felt her short nightdress being lifted up further over her back, cool air wafting up between her legs. The man’s finger slid between her buttocks and she felt something wet being pushed in her bottom. “Just lubricating your little hole Becky” explained Dave, squeezing some more cream from the tube. “This will feel strange but as long as you relax, it won’t be too bad. Okay, I’m going to push it in now. Relax your bottom hole and…”

Becky’s eyes widened as she felt the butt-plug slowly being pushed inside her anus. No, no, no, this was horrible! The wide tip of the rubber plug stretched her sphincter and she sobbed even louder. Dave laughed and held the girl’s waist firmly as he pushed the plug right in up to the base.

“There, wasn’t bad, was it?” he asked, wiggling the base around. “It should stay in all on its own now, but sometimes if they’re too small, they fall out.” He stood her up and smoothed her nightdress down over her bum. “If you feel it coming out, you should tell me straight away and I’ll put a bigger one in.”

He wiped her eyes and kissed her wet cheek. Bloody hell, she was so pretty! Her blue eyes gazed up at him sadly. He leant forward, held her little hands in his and kissed her gently on the lips. Such a lovely mouth! He thought about their plans for the next day and felt his cock harden. What a nice afternoon they were going to have. Little Becky would find her hands and mouth being kept very busy indeed!

Mike was ushering Rachel out of the classroom when Dave arrived. The freckled face seven year old looked at him like a scared rabbit. Poor kid, thought Dave. Still, they had to learn!

“Come on then.” The little girl was guided through a door opposite the classroom and taken down another short corridor to the room at the end. Their ‘playroom’ as Mike liked to call it, had originally been part of a large cellar. Completely renovated, thoroughly soundproofed and decorated, the room resembled a cross between a dungeon and a hospital operating theatre, albeit a rather messy one. Strong metal bars were fixed into the ceiling, some with chains hanging from them. Tables and cupboards lined the walls. A shower and small chemical toilet stood in one corner.

Rachel started to cry. She wiped her eyes and looked at the strange table in the middle of the room. A bit like an old fashioned four-poster bed, it was higher and resembled a large workbench more than a bed. A thick rubber mattress covered the top. At each corner, a metal bar was set firmly between floor and ceiling, small metal hooks at six inch intervals set into each one.

Dave shut the door and smiled at the terrified girl. The first time was always difficult. He remembered when they used to do this with all the girls together. Complete pandemonium! At least this way, each girl got to experience her first punishment alone, the soundproofed walls ensuring that the others had no idea of what was happening.

“Okay Rachel, we’re all tired, so let’s get this over with shall we?” He crouched down and stroked her cheek, noticing how her freckles matched her red hair. “You have a pink ribbon and a silver one. Do you remember why you got them?”

Rachel nodded, her knees trembling. What were they going to do to her? Please don’t let it hurt…please!

Dave ran his hand up her leg and over her small firm thigh. “Yes, I bet you do!” His hand reached her soft bottom and he slowly squeezed her left buttock. “We take hygiene very seriously here Rachel. Girls have to be clean everywhere, and that includes inside their pussies and bottoms. Understand?”

Rachel squirmed, the man’s hand gripping her tighter. Too frightened to speak, she nodded her head again, tears dripping from her cheeks.

“Good, because I hope I don’t have to explain it again. Now, let’s get this off shall we?” He stood up and swiftly pulled the girl’s nightie over her head. Rachel squealed as the cool air swept over her naked body. In a second she was lifted and sat on the edge of the table.

“Pussy inspection please” ordered Dave quietly. The men watched, amused, as the sobbing little girl lay back and opened her legs, pulling her knees back to her chest.

“Oh, what an obedient little girl you are” said Dave sarcastically. “From tomorrow Rachel, we expect all girls to take their punishment without any restraining, but the first time is, well…” He nodded at the guard who within a few seconds had wrapped bands fastened with Velcro around the girl’s ankles and wrists. Each band had a small metal ring attached to it. Rachel barely had time to realise what was happening before he’d clipped thin chains onto each ring. If the tears obscured her vision, she was left in no doubt as to the purpose of the chains. Gently pulling each one, the guard fastened the chains to the metal poles, ensuring that the girl’s legs were held up and as wide as possible.

Rachel screamed. What were they doing? Her heart beat wildly as she felt her legs pulled open even further, her arms stretched out straight. Where was mummy? She wanted mummy! It was a dream wasn’t it? Please let it all be a dream!

Her screams stopped abruptly as something touched her pussy. She gasped and focused on Dave, his hand gently caressing her most private region. “Yes, that’s better, isn’t it!” He nodded at Mike. “This gentleman is going to deal with you now, then we go to the bathroom and get your butt-plug put in.” Rachel shook her head, her young head unable to grasp any of this.

“Don’t hurt me! I want to go home! Please let me go..please! I….” Dave squeezed her pussy hard to shut her up. He glared at her angrily. “You may be only seven, but even you can understand the rules about talking without permission. That’s another black ribbon for you Rachel! Now it’s time to see what happens to little girls who don’t wash themselves properly!”

He stood back and watched as Mike picked up his ‘little shocker’ as he jokingly called it. Whereas the older girls would be actually whipped on their private areas, the men had decided long ago to treat the younger girls slightly differently to avoid injury. It had been Mike, the electronics genius, who’d come up with the answer. A simple electric stun baton, modified into a long thinner shape and fitted with a small dial for varying the voltage.

Mike ran the long silver device down the girl’s thigh and teased her pussy with the tip. Rachel tried to lift her head higher to see what he was doing. What was it? It looked like some kind of large car aerial. What…

Dave licked his lips. Yes it was cruel, but the girls had to learn. He yawned. Shit! This was taking so long. He tapped Mike on the shoulder. “Come on then. We’ve got another four after this and I’ve got to get their butt-plugs in. Besides, I want to read some of those emails from the clients.”

Mike laughed. “Okay, here goes.”

Rachel squirmed as the smooth metal stick slid between her pussy lips. What was he doing? No, please..why was he putting it just….”

The faint click of a button being pressed. Rachel felt her pussy explode with pain and arched her back, eyes bulging as her nerve endings sought to come to terms with this new agonising experience. Her mouth opened and a high pitched scream filled the room.

“Bloody hell, it was only on the first setting” said Mike, his finger hovering over the small red button. Dave shrugged. It was always like this. They’d get used to it though.

The girl’s screams were cut short by another shock, then a third. Mike pulled his ‘shocker’ out of her pussy and moved it down a few inches. Three shocks for each ribbon; that’s what they’d decided.

Rachel’s sweaty body trembled as she felt the metal pushing her bumhole and screamed again as it slid into her tight anus. No, please….. Mike pressed the button.

Dave glanced at the guard and tried not to laugh. The bulge in his trousers spoke volumes. Oh yes, he loved his job!

It was over. Dave helped untie the sobbing girl and led her out of the room. “Mike, why don’t you just carry on while I sort her out. Be faster that way.” Mike nodded and told the guard to fetch the next one.

Christine soon discovered exactly what Rachel had experienced, the fact that she had only one pink ribbon partially compensated by the slightly increased power setting on Mike’s electric baton. Her fat bottom wobbled comically as the thin silver metal sent thousands of volts through the girl’s pussy.

Dave arrived back in time to see the overweight ten year old being helped off the table, her plump thighs pressed tightly together, trying hard to ease the throbbing pain, her tummy bouncing as she sobbed uncontrollably.

“Guess I don’t have to hurry back for the next one” joked Dave, pushing Christine gently through the door. “I reckon Beverly will keep you busy for quite some time!”

He was correct. Returning after less than ten minutes, he had to shut the door quickly to stop the screams reaching the others. “Two pink, two silver and a blue” explained Mike, waving his toy through the air like a conductor’s baton. He grinned. “We’ve just done three in her pussy and arse. I thought we’d do her tits next.”

Dave looked at the attractive eleven year old girl secured firmly on the table, howling in pain, her desperate attempts to close her legs making the thin chains jingle like a large set of keys. Her large blue eyes darted from the guard to Mike then to him.

“You are such a beautiful little girl” said Dave, tickling her thigh. “But you were naughty today and you have to be punished. Rachel spoke during her punishment and got a black ribbon. I hope you’ll be a bit more sensible!”

He stood back and let Mike continue. His friend ran the silver metal baton up over the girl’s tummy to her breasts. “Hmm, look at those lovely tits!” he said jokingly, the tip of his baton now teasing a nipple. He glanced at Dave. “I’m sure they’re big enough to take a proper whipping. But for now, we may as well…”

Beverly’s nipple exploded in pain. Her tear soaked blond hair fell over her eyes as she twisted her head, screaming and writhing. She had barely enough time to catch her breath as her other nipple suffered the same treatment.

“Shit, look at that!” Mike tapped the girl’s nipples again. Dave whistled. Having already hardened slightly due to the cool air, fear and Mike’s teasing, the electric shock received had made both nipples as hard as rock, each one swollen to its fullest extent as though begging for more.

“Oh yes, very nice!” Dave licked his lips. “Okay, last one, then another three in her pussy and bum!”

Beverly’s world dissolved into pure pain as the punishment continued. Finally led away, shaking and blubbering, having the butt-plug inserted was a minor inconvenience. Sleep overtook her rapidly, the words of the man still in her ears. Yes, she’d be good, yes, obedient, anything, just anything….

Leaving Carol alone to enjoy the video on her own, Sally was brought quickly into the room, and the door slammed shut. She was under no misapprehension about what was going to happen to her and the tears started even as her nightdress was pulled over her head.

Strapped tightly to the table in the now familiar ‘pussy inspection’ position, she felt a hand groping her privates and yelped like a frightened dog. “Oh shut up girl!” snapped Dave. “You know why you’re here. Should have kept your mouth shut, shouldn’t you!” His finger slid between her pussy lips and his frown was replaced with a smile. “Hmm, I think you were enjoying that video, weren’t you? You’re so wet here.” A fingertip touched her little clit and she shuddered. “Oh yes, you like that, don’t you!”

His expression changed again. “Anyway, we’ll have plenty of time for that tomorrow. I’m tired so let’s get this over with.”

To her horror, Sally saw the huge swarthy guard appear between her legs. A nasty looking riding whip in his hand. Her long hair waved as she turned her head trying to see the other man.

“No sir! Please, no…please… I don’t want to.. Don’t let him…”

“Shut up!” Dave appeared at the guard’s side, his eyes like thunder. “He was the one who caught you and Carol talking, so he gets to punish you. In addition, you’ve just a got a black ribbon for talking! Now be quiet, or I’ll double the punishment!”

He nudged the guard and chuckled. “Give her six!” He turned and lowered his voice. “Not too hard though. We don’t want to damage the goods – remember?” His voice sank to a whisper. “Besides, you’ll be seeing a lot more of it in a few days!”

The guard laughed. “Right boss!” Mike saw the bulge in his pants grow.

After two years of providing the same service for their young ‘students’, the guard had learned how to aim the tip of the riding whip exactly where it would cause most pain, yet without damaging the delicate tissue that now peeped cheekily up from between the lips of the girl’s plump pussy.

The soft leather tip cracked down across the girl’s pubic mound. Sally screamed and lifted her hips in a futile attempt to avoid the blows. A sharp swish, crack and a second red mark appeared. Sally writhed, her soft brown eyes pleading with Dave’s as he stood at the side, nodding his approval. Such cute freckles on her nose, thought Dave, impervious to the high pitched screams filling the room.

A pause. The guard grunted and Mike and Dave watched as he adjusted the chains, pulling her legs further back and raising her hips off the table. “This one, she needs it somewhere to remember” he explained with a heavy accent. “I know where they like it!”

Mike laughed. Cruel bastard! The riding whip sliced through the air and landed just below the girl’s pussy lips. Dave winced. Shit, that would be sore! He thought about the next day. The use of restraints was meant only as a temporary measure. The girls would be expected to assume this same position themselves. Not an easy thing to do. Forcing themselves to keep their legs wide apart while having their most tender places whipped? Oh well, they’d learn. They always did!

The last two strokes fell right on top of the girl’s pussy and the chains holding her legs apart were pulled tight as she tried desperately to close her legs.

“I really don’t know why you’re crying so much” said Dave, taking a tube from his pocket. “I’m sure you’ll be getting another pussy whipping very soon.”

He squeezed some cream onto his fingers and massaged it gently all over Sally’s sore skin, enjoying the confusion on her face as a finger occasionally slipped a little deeper inside and teased her clitoris. “There, you’ll be fine now.” Even as the man slipped the tube back in his pocket, Sally could feel the throbbing beginning to fade. Supplied by one of their clients – a retired surgeon - the cream was a mixture of local anaesthetics, corticosteroids and other strange sounding chemicals that Dave could never remember. He didn’t care. All he knew was that the stuff worked like magic, removing any bruising and bringing the skin back to normal within hours.

He looked at Mike, helping the guard to remove the girl’s wrist straps. “I think we have to order some more of this stuff soon Mike. We’re down to the last few tubes.” Mike grinned. Oh yes, they’d be using a lot more of it in a few days! Increasing the girls’ pain threshold was an important part of their training. After all, what would the clients say if a girl couldn’t take a long hard caning every day?

Inserting Sally’s butt-plug took longer than he’d expected and it finally took a black ribbon and threat of another to make her relax her anal sphincter sufficiently for him to slide the large rubber device inside.

“That’s two black ribbons you’ve got Sally. Better get used to having these things in your bum. They’re going to get a lot bigger tomorrow!”

It was evident from the look on the guard’s face that he was looking forward to dealing with Carol and the girl started crying as soon as she was brought in. “Come on girl, it’s getting late and we’ve got a busy day tomorrow” said Dave, slipping her nightdress off. He saw the guard gazing at her breasts and laughed. Randy bastard!

“Right, you’re the last one tonight so don’t make it last longer than it has to… or else!” He placed his hands on the girl’s shoulders and turned her gently so she facing the guard. “A blue ribbon for talking. I think even you can remember what that means!” His hands crept round to her breasts and touched the tip of her nipples.

Carol gasped and turned, pulling them away from his fingers. “N..no..please sir.. I..”

A sharp slap reverberated round the room and the girl squealed as Dave’s hand left its red outline on her large buttocks. “Do that again and you’ll have so many punishment ribbons on your dress tomorrow, you won’t be able to move!” He winked at Mike and continued teasing the thirteen year old’s nipples, ignoring the loud sobs and warm tears that fell on his arms.

“I’m just getting them nice and hard for you. There we are!” He nodded at the guard and kissed Carol’s wet cheek. “Be a good girl and stay absolutely still while he punishes you. You’ll have three strokes of the whip on each breast. Any wriggling or trying to dodge them and you get extra.

Carol saw the guard flex the riding whip in his hands and her legs turned to jelly. Her eyes moved down and she blinked. The man’s trousers were being pushed out by something, his…? She felt sick. His thing was sticking up!

She closed her eyes and bit her lip. A swishing sound filled the air. The leather tip of the whip slashed across her left nipple. “Owwwww! Please no sir..please!!”

Her right nipple received similar treatment, and Carol stepped back, tears flowing down her face. Dave shook his head and gripped her shoulders hard. “Oh no, you stand absolutely still. He winked at the guard. That’s one extra stroke you’ve got coming. They’ll keep coming until you learn to take your punishment correctly. Now face the gentleman and stick those tits out for him!”

The bawling thirteen year old shook with fear as the guard lifted the whip. Dave felt the girl tremble, then jump and scream as it landed. He let go of her shoulders. “Right Carol, now stand still and show me how a big girl can behave. Don’t let me down!”

She didn’t know how she endured the rest of the strokes, but she knew they must have finally come to an end when she felt Dave’s hands sliding round her. “Sshh, just let me put this on.” His fingers spread cream gently over the marks on her young breasts, circling in to her red nipples. She flinched, then slowly relaxed as all pain seemed to fade away, replaced by a growing tingling as his fingers lightly teased each nipple into erection.

Any relief from the pain was soon replaced by terror as she felt herself pushed and lifted onto the padded table. Legs lifted, tied down, a waft of cold air reaching her privates.

Her pussy tingled. Please, not more! She opened her eyes, just in time to see the thin whip slash down. Sharp pain enveloped her whole pubic area and she screamed.

Dave laughed. He loved watching their reactions. Her first pussy whipping! The girl’s legs strained against the restraints, making the entire table shake. He suddenly thought of Becky, the sweet little six year old. Shit! She was the only girl who hadn’t gone through this. Part of him felt sorry for her. Poor little thing. He should have found an excuse for including her. Better to start early. Still, there was always tomorrow.

The guard administered the final stroke and wiped his forehead, chuckling at the hysterical young girl. Her long brown hair had fallen over her eyes and was soaked in tears.

“Okay Carol, all over.” Mike stroked her sweaty thigh while Dave unscrewed the tube of cream. “Come on, it’s not as bad as all that.” Carol shook her hair from her eyes and stared up at the men, her eyes red. Dave touched her pussy lips and she flinched.

His fingers spread the cream lightly over the sore skin and into the creases where the whip had landed. “Sshh, just relax Carol! There, that’s better, isn’t it!”

The young teenager felt the pain disappear. She closed her eyes. Why couldn’t she go home? If only it would all stop. Just be a dream! Back in her own bed. Mummy and Daddy and….

A strong tingling spread through her. What??? Dave teased her tiny clitoris again and shook his head. Stupid girls. So easy to stimulate.

Mike ran his hand down her thigh again and touched the girl’s puckered anus. He watched it contract and slowly slid his finger inside. This always got them going! He looked thoughtful. They had to make sure the girls experienced these punishments as often as possible. No matter. He was sure they’d find plenty of reasons tomorrow for using the whips and electric prod! After all, it was such fun!

“Okay, that’s enough.” Dave held the door open and waited for the guard to remove the restraints. “Right Carol, come on! Just one more thing to do, then it’s bedtime.” He thought of the butt-plug waiting for her in the bathroom and laughed.