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SO MANY LITTLE PLEASURES (ped, bdsm, abuse)

BY TOMMY
littltommy3000@yahoo.co.uk

Disclaimer: Tom Clancy and Frederick Forsyth write about wars, 
terrorists and torture, but to my knowledge they don't actually go round 
shooting people. I write about the abuse of kids but the thought of 
someone hurting a child in real life is just sickening. The kids in my 
stories are not real. My stories are the result of a crazy imagination. 
In the stories, kids accept their situation, endure severe pain and 
still manage to get sexually aroused. In real life they would probably 
faint, become hysterical and go into shock.

So read and enjoy my stories but please remember that it's only fiction.



Introduction

When I was left the family house, complete with the small fortune that 
came with it, I didn't at first realise how lucky I was. That is, until 
I discovered just how useful my father's cellar complex could be. Long 
ago, my grandfather converted the enormous basements and cellars into 
habitable areas, complete with electricity supply, ventilation and 
rather elaborate decor. My father continued this tradition; in fact he 
spent a large amount of money on refining the huge complex that now 
existed below the house. Of course, due to local tax laws, all of this 
was a closely guarded secret. The authorities knew nothing of my 
father's offices, gyms, wine cellars, music rooms and other treasures 
hidden under our old house.

Now that I've inherited the house and have enough money to make me a 
gentleman of leisure, I use these hidden chambers a great deal.

Finding kids to fuck

My favourite boys are between four and nine, not skinny, slightly plump, 
pretty with large firm thighs and pert half-moon buttocks that tend to 
stick out. Girls, I prefer a little older, between six and ten, plenty 
of meat, large buttocks-and a soft looking mouth.

I do my homework well. Having an impressive collection of cars and 
trucks complete with stick-on false plates, signs and other disguises, I 
spend some weeks examining schools when the kids are arriving and 
leaving. I choose my victim with care. He or she will walk to or from 
home on their own. I don't rush it, but I stay in the area, always at 
least two hundred miles from my house, staying in cheap hotels, until 
I'm sure I have the perfect specimen.

With boys, it's easy. I scatter a few brightly coloured Action Man boxes 
behind the truck and ask the kid if he'd like to earn himself a free toy 
by helping me pick them up. Open door, chloroform pad, velcro bindings. 
Piece of cake.

For the little girls I put a few small kittens and food down and ask the 
girls to help me catch the baby kitten under the truck. Usually it works 
no problem.

The first dose of chloroform keeps them asleep for about two hours. 
After that I use an eye dropper to add more chloroform to the pad when 
they seem to be waking up.

When I get home I take them, still sleeping, straight to their room and 
remove their clothes, replacing them with a short thin nightgown. On the 
chair next to the bed I place the clothes they are to wear in the 
morning. For girls, the regulation short grey pleated skirt, white 
blouse and knickers, navy blue or red. For boys I put thin grey shorts, 
white teashirt and white, red or light blue underpants. There is always 
a bottle of viagra pills on top. I do like the boys to perform well!

The 1st Day

Today the girl is about nine or ten, light brown hair, rather plump. Her 
bottom is enormous and I smile as I imagine thrashing it. Lifting her 
nightgown higher I admire her sweet pre-pubescent pussy, smooth and 
fleshy, typical for most young girls. I put a teddy bear next to her in 
the bed for comfort. Next to the bed I place old towels and water. The 
chloroform usually makes the child nauseous and I have to be prepared. 
The room is comfortable and simple. A dimmer switch controls the two 
lights. On the wall opposite the bed is a large clock with second hands. 
There is a small cupboard for clothes, and a dressing table. On the wall 
there are three hooks upon which hang a black gymshoe, a medium sized 
paddle and a junior cane. An archway leads to a small room with a 
shower, toilet and bidet at one end, a small fridge, cupboard, sink and 
table at the other.

The small girl sleeps through the night occasionally waking for a few 
seconds before dozing off again. About 7am she wakes up and I stand 
ready with the towels. Fortunately she doesn't vomit but comes too 
slowly, sitting up in bed and rubbing her eyes.

My first words are firm and reassuring. I use complicated expressions 
that sound impressive, include references to tests, special schools, 
experiments, poor behaviour etc. I make it clear that I am her teacher, 
she is in a special school for at least two weeks, I expect obedience, 
good behaviour and hard work. Now the shock hits her. Tears, crying, 
calls for mommy. I allow her to cry for a few minutes, then calmly 
repeat all I have said. I don't rush things. I make it clear that she 
will be allowed to leave in a few weeks if I am satisfied with her 
progress. No more explanations. I repeat this until she calms down.

I order her quietly out of bed and show her the bathroom and then the 
table on which I have already placed bread, jam and milk. I keep the 
instructions simple. Details will have to wait. She will make her bed, 
eat breakfast and wash her plate and tidy up. Then she will shower and 
put on her clothes. I point to the chair. If they don't fit, I will 
change them. I show her the clock. At nine o'clock exactly she must be 
ready and standing next to her bed. I will come and inspect what she has 
done and take her to the office for her 'medical' examination.

At nine exactly I enter. She is standing next to the bed. Her eyes look 
sore. She's been crying again. I tell her to stand up straighter and 
examine her uniform. A little tight but it will do. I tell her to follow 
me as I inspect the room. Bed not made to my high standards, crumbs on 
the table, sink not wiped, soap not in holder, nightgown not folded. I 
show her exactly what she has to do next time, then draw her attention 
to the implements hanging on the wall. Since this is the first day, I 
will be lenient, but normally, such behaviour will result in corporal 
punishment. She gazes at the objects, her eyes widening.

Medical examination

Ordering her to follow me I take her to my office which contains a large 
oak desk, examination table, and various pieces of apparatus which she 
looks at in wonder. I start off by gently taking her pulse, measuring 
her height and weight. I look in her mouth and ears and search her scalp 
for signs of headlice. Picking up my stethoscope I smile and undo the 
last couple of buttons of her blouse. This moment is always interesting. 
I lift up the front of her blouse and listen to her heart. She looks at 
me anxiously, embarrassed but too young to really understand why. I 
leave her blouse on but then ask her quietly to take off her skirt. She 
looks a little shocked and asks me why. I explain that I cannot examine 
her properly with it on. I lower my voice and explain very carefully 
that she is not to question my orders, but obey without hesitation. She 
lowers her skirt and steps out of it. I ask her to fold it up neatly and 
place it on the chair. On my command she lifts each leg which I look at 
carefully. I pull her knickers up so the material disappears into the 
crack between her buttocks. She bends over and touches her toes. I order 
her to straighten her legs which she manages to do. Although rather 
plump, the girl is quite fit. Standing her up straight I take the 
waistband of her knickers in my hands and start to pull them down. She 
grabs my hands to stop me, pouting, tears in her eyes. I stop and talk 
to her gently but firmly. I need to take her knickers off to finish the 
examination. If she behaves like this once more, she will be severely 
punished. I order her to put her hands on her head out of the way and 
start taking her knickers down. I always do this very slowly. I love the 
way the girl trembles as I roll the tight knickers down over her large 
backside. Kneeling down I pull the back of her knickers to the top of 
her legs, then ease the front of her knickers very slowly down to the 
same level. As I expose her smooth little pussy the girl squirms as the 
feel of the cold air tells her that everything is on show. I remove the 
knickers completely and throw them on the chair. Lifting her onto the 
examination table I go to wash my hands, reminding her to keep her hands 
on her head. She is embarrassed, but even more so when I return. Lying 
her down, I put my hands under her knees, open her legs and bring her 
knees right up to her chest, ordering her to support them with her hands 
and keep them as far apart as possible. The realisation of how she must 
look in this position makes the girl start to cry. Her most intimate 
areas are now as fully exposed as they possibly can be. I allow her a 
minute to cry, soothing her with reassuring words and stroking her 
thighs. I adjust her position slightly reminding her to keep her knees 
against her chest and open as much as she can. After caressing the 
inside of her thighs for a while I turn my attention to her pussy, 
keeping up a scientific-sounding commentary as I do so. I part the lips 
and explore deeper with my fingers. Her clitoris is so small but I feel 
it harden slightly as I gently flick it a few times. After a few minutes 
I feel her start to relax a little. She is too small and innocent to 
realise what's happening. Softly I inform her that I will have to 
examine her pussy very often.

I lower my hand to her bottom and run my finger over her little puckered 
anus. She shivers. Slowly I stroke it telling her that I have to examine 
inside here as well but only after she's learned how to wash it correctly.

Finally I order her off the table and tell her to stand to attention, 
hands by her sides. I talk to her for a few minutes about her 
examination and the importance of staying fit and healthy. She is still 
embarrassed as I cast frequent glances at her young pussy and I see her 
hands twitching as she fights the urge to cover herself. Finally I 
inform her that she is never to put her hands near her private parts. 
Whenever her knickers are down she is to stand up straight with her legs 
a little apart and ensure that her pussy is ready for inspection. 
Without waiting to see if she has fully understood, I tell her to get 
dressed, then sit down at my desk and stand her in front of me.

Introduction to discipline

I talk to her about discipline. There is only one type of punishment I 
use. This is corporal punishment applied to her bare bottom, either a 
simple spanking or using the implements she has already seen in her 
room. She must never rub her bottom until I give her permission. As part 
of her training she has to experience this. She looks scared and 
confused but I quickly assure her that each one will be applied very 
lightly and she will be allowed to keep her knickers on. I move my chair 
back and pat my lap. First a spanking. I order her over my lap, taking 
her hand and pulling her down until she is right over, my right leg 
raised to lift her bum a little higher. I pull her skirt back and start 
to spank her plump bottom, very lightly at first but slowly increasing 
the force. After a few minutes I feel her start to wriggle and allow her 
up. I order her to bring the gymshoe hanging on the wall which she does, 
rather reluctantly. Over my knee and soon she is wriggling again and 
starting to cry. I can feel her bottom getting hotter under her 
knickers. She replaces the slipper and brings me the paddle, already 
crying and asking me not to smack her bottom with it. Over my lap again 
and I start off with a few gentle swats, increasing them almost 
imperceptibly until she starts to whimper, then starts wriggling her 
large bottom about and begging me to stop. I finish off with a few real 
stingers then make her put it back and bring me the cane. I stand up and 
flex it in my hands. I look at the scared little girl before me and 
order her to bend over and stick her bottom out as far as possible. She 
cries for a few seconds and I have to tell her again. Reluctantly she 
touches her toes and sticks her bum up. Her short skirt barely covers 
her buttocks but I pull it well back. I give her six very light strokes, 
the last one catching a bit of her bottom not protected by her knickers 
and making her jump. I allow her to stand, her hands by her sides. She 
thinks it's over. Bending the cane, I order her to take her knickers 
off. She looks confused, scared and even defiant for a few seconds 
before slowly reaching under her skirt, taking off her knickers and 
placing them on the chair. I explain. I am very disappointed by her 
behaviour and have decided that the last six strokes will be hard ones 
and will be given on her bare bottom. Ignoring her sobbing, I order the 
girl to bend over and I lift her skirt back again, exposing her 
expansive chubby bottom, already reddened. She is totally unused to real 
corporal punishment. The first stroke swishes down and cracks loudly 
across the middle of her backside. She jumps up howling and prances 
comically around the room clasping her bum, tears running down her 
cheeks. I sigh. It's always the same. Children these days have no idea 
what a real caning is. I allow her a while to stop jumping around. Her 
sobbing quietens a little and I sit and ask her to listen to me. 
Quietly, I ask her if she thinks that she can take another five strokes 
like that without making a fuss. She doesn't answer but begs me not to 
hurt her again, promising to be a good girl, to try harder, all the 
usual promises they make. Standing up, I remove her skirt. She doesn't 
object. Her hands are furiously rubbing the red weal spanning both buttocks.

Tied down for her first caning

I lead her over to a large piece of equipment I have in my study, a 
short padded bench with various bars attached that had originally been 
used in a weight training gym and which I have modified for another 
purpose. She is barely aware of what I'm doing as I gently order her to 
lie face down along the bench. One end of the bench is curved slightly 
up and her bum hangs over the end. I reach down and secure her with a 
wide leather belt. Within seconds, her arms are tied to bars at the 
front and her legs are secured at the knees and ankles to other padded 
bars at the sides. By raising, lowering or widening whichever part of 
the apparatus I desire, I adjust her position until her bare bottom is 
sticking up at the perfect angle, the position of her legs ensuring that 
her buttocks are thrust out without being clenched. The bars supporting 
her legs can also be moved sideway for opening her legs as wide as I 
want. Although primarily for punishment sessions, the bench is very 
useful for children who are uncooperative when being examined or fucked 
for the first time.

As the realisation of what I've done hits her she cries and asks me what 
I'm doing. I'm not in a hurry. Going to the front I place a blinfold 
over her eyes and a gag in her mouth. Too much screaming gives me a 
headache. I go to my desk and read for a while until she calms down. I 
come back and enjoy the view from behind. Her legs apart, her bum up 
high ready for the cane. I reach down and stroke her sweet little pussy 
reminding her of her punishment. Not only will she receive six strokes, 
she will also have a good paddling to warm her bottom up first. I fetch 
the paddle and enjoy watching how her buttocks twitch as I run the 
paddle over them. I make a mental note to use this equipment more. It's 
so much easier with the child strapped down unable to move.

Oblivious to her muffled screams I paddle alternate buttocks until they 
change to a deep crimson. Realising her cries have no effect on me, her 
screams change to a low sobbing, punctuated by the loud slap of the 
paddle on yet unpunished areas of her bum. Finally I stop and return to 
my desk, allowing her ten minutes to rest. Her sobbing is now a low 
moan. I pick up the cane and run the tip down between her buttocks, 
prodding her sweaty little pussy. A little weary now I decide to speed 
things up. The first stroke takes her breath away and the second arrives 
before she even starts screaming. Although well secured, her buttocks 
writhe frantically as I cane them. Pleased with the nice collection of 
red-blue weals I check she is still secured tightly, then go upstairs 
for an hour.

On my return the sobbing has stopped. She seems to be sleeping. The 
small girl has soaked the front of the bench with tears. I admire her 
scarred buttocks, running my finger along the weals. Glancing down 
between her legs I notice something dripping onto the floor. She has wet 
herself. I stroke her head asking her if she knows that she's peed 
herself. She mumbles something incoherent from behind the gag and 
whimpers. I feel a little sorry for her but know that I can't allow this 
to go unpunished. I fetch the gymshoe and give her twelve hard slaps on 
the back of her legs. Reaching between her legs I dry her with some 
tissue, then pinch her pussy lips hard between my fingers. She squeals 
loudly. I tell her that if this happens again I will beat her on her pussy.

Spanked again

I send her to her room giving her twenty minutes to make and eat 
something. I know that she is too young to do this very well but I don't 
care. In her room I inspect everything, finding marks on the table and a 
knife not put away. I take her around, explaining her duties in more 
detail. We reach the table. I show her the marks, then the knife she's 
forgotten to put back in the drawer. I watch as she wipes the table and 
removes the knife. I sit on the bed and hold her hand. She must do 
better. Reaching under her skirt I slide her knickers down. Tears form 
in her eyes. She looks so sweet and vulnerable. I hold her close and 
kiss her, my hand caressing her soft buttocks. I ease her over my lap 
and spank her for a few minutes, not too hard. Finished, I remove her 
knickers completely then her skirt and blouse. I send her to stand in 
the corner, hands on head and go and eat lunch.

Cleaning her bum

On my return I ask her if she needs to use the toilet. I've guessed 
correctly. She is uneasy about me watching but I order her to get on 
with it and she has a crap. After she has wiped her bottom and washed 
her hands, I talk to her about hygiene. From now on I will inspect her 
private parts a few times every day and I expect them to be clean. I 
introduce her to the routine she will use for her anal hygiene. On the 
shelf above the bidet is a simple enema device. I show her how to use it 
to inject warm water into her anus and clench and unclench her buttocks 
for a few minutes. She obviously hates having to stick the rubber nozzle 
into her bottom and I chuckle as she lets it all out into the toilet. We 
haven't finished. I hand her a suggestively shaped bar of soap and order 
to sit on the bidet and stick it up as far as possible. She has trouble 
accommodating this and it is only the threat of a caning for 
disobedience that makes her finally stick it all the way in. The last 
stage involves a repeat of the enema to remove all the soap and a few 
minutes on the bidet using her hands to wash her bottom all over. Having 
ensured she understands my instructions, I watch as she wipes everything 
clean. Sitting on the bed again I kiss her little nose and talk about 
her other private bits. She reddens as I describe how I want her to wash 
her little pussy every time she uses the bathroom. My hand moves down 
and I stroke her pussy lips with my fingers. Her eyes widen and I 
realise she is far too young to understand. My finger slowly eases its 
way further and pokes her cherry. I want her to wash everywhere with 
plenty of soap, as far as she can.

Put to work

I stand. Normally the morning is for schoolwork and PE, the afternoon 
for her cleaning duties and evenings for sex education. Since her 
cleaning jobs would dirty her clothes she will work wearing only an old 
teashirt and a g-string. I take the items from a drawer and place them 
on the bed. She has 5 minutes to put these on and come to the study 
ready for work.

She arrives in tears. She has guessed correctly how to put on the 
g-string but can't believe it's meant to be like that. I laugh and 
examine her. It is rather tight, but it will stretch. The thin cord is 
hidden deep between her buttocks and the small leather triangle at the 
front hugs her pussy tightly. I lead her to the cupboard where I keep 
the mops, brooms, rags and buckets, then show her the large basin. She 
will wipe everywhere with moist cloths, sweep all the floors, wash them, 
polish them and then report to the study. I want to see her working hard 
at all times, lots of sweat and hard work. She will not stop for a 
second. I order her on her hands and knees. When in this position I want 
her back down and her bum sticking up, knees well apart.

Occasionally I check to see she's working hard. She handles the broom in 
a way so typical of a small child and I have to suppress a laugh. After 
an hour I walk quietly along the corridor. She is crouching down on all 
fours with a cloth in her hand, not moving. She looks around and sees 
me. Her arm is aching she explains. She looks tired but still has one 
hour to go. I have something that will help her. Going to the study I 
return with the gymshoe and beat her backside. I order her to continue 
her work while I am beating her. I don't want to waste time. I leave the 
sobbing little girl furiously rubbing the floor, her freshly reddened 
bottom sticking up. When I inspect what she has done, I am not 
satisfied, but decide not to punish her. I show her what she must do 
better next time, then order her to her room for a shower. She must 
report to the schoolroom in thirty minutes.

Learning to suck cock in school

In the schoolroom I switch on the television and start the VCR. It's a 
hard core film showing women giving and talking about blowjobs, the best 
way to do it, why they should swallow, how to improve their techniques 
etc. Nothing is left to the imagination. When the film finishes I rewind 
the tape and place a list of simple questions in front of the girl. She 
is to watch the film again, then she will answer the questions to see if 
she has understood it. In her best handwriting, I remind her smiling. 
One hour later I return and read her answers. I struggle to decipher her 
babyish hanwriting. She seems to have grasped what happens though in her 
innocence she doesn't truly understand. I remind her what I consider to 
be important points. She must perform the blowjob with pleasure, she 
must treat the man's cream as though it's the most delicious thing in 
the world and finally, it must all go into her mouth without a single 
drop being spilt or wasted. Her homework tonight is straightforward. She 
will give me a blowjob and I will award marks out of ten for effort, 
attitude and performance. My rules for homework are simple. Nine out of 
ten is acceptable, eight results in twelve slaps with the gymshoe, seven 
likewise with the paddle, six gets six with the cane and lower marks 
than this will receive twelve with the cane plus all the other 
punishments together.

I take her back to her room and give her a small box containing make-up 
and cheap perfume. On her bed I have placed a short black nightie. She 
has ten minutes to get ready then come to my sitting room at the end of 
the corridor. I smile at the confused look on her face. So much for her 
to take in, she hardly knows what she's supposed to do.

Homework

I'm sitting in my armchair, a drink in my hand when I hear a timid knock 
at the door. The little girl enters slowly and I look at her in 
astonishment. The nightie is far too short and just covers her tummy, 
allowing a nice view of her cute little pussy. She has obviously played 
with her mother's makeup before now. She has done well, red lipstick, a 
touch of mascara, rouge and even her nails painted red. I smile. A few 
days ago this sweet little girl would have been doing this innocently in 
her mommy's bedroom, barbie doll by her side. Now she was about to give 
her first blowjob with the possibility of a severe beating if she didn't 
perform well. I wave my hand indicating to her to turn around. Her bare 
bum is not very red now, though the weals are still quite prominent. I 
wondered if there will be even more weals before she goes to bed. I am 
not squeamish when it comes to beating bottoms. If a bottom deserves 
thrashing I administer a sound beating no matter how many weals are 
already there.

I stand up and tell the girl to unzip me and take my trousers off. Her 
hands shake as she obeys, her gaze fixed on my bulging underpants. I 
take her hand and press it to the bulge. Quietly I tell her to remember 
the film and what I said afterwards. Now take my pants off. She swallows 
and shakes a little as she slides my pants down. As my throbbing 
erection sticks up she freezes as if only just aware of what she's 
doing. I sit down on the edge of my chair, open my legs and lean back. 
Nothing happens for a few seconds, then I feel her little hands touching 
my cock. She is trying to copy the women in the film. I smile and close 
my eyes. For a while I feel only her soft hands exploring my cock and 
balls, then suddenly her small mouth covers the tip. I stroke her hair 
and instruct her further. More tongue here, suck harder, caress the 
balls, faster now. For a first time she is doing well though I am 
already mentally listing things she can improve. I feel myself starting 
to come and open my eyes to see how she copes. The rush of semen seems 
to surprise her and she gags as it fills her mouth. She forgets about 
swallowing and splutters, allowing some cum to run back down my cock. I 
moan with pleasure as her tongue rubs my swollen glans, but already 
angry with her not swallowing fast enough. I feel a trickle of semen 
running down my leg and order her to lick it up, then instruct her to 
lick around my cock until she's got rid of all traces of the sticky 
fluid. Finally I make her suck me for a few more minutes while I write a 
few notes.

Punished for not swallowing

Ordering her to get up and stand next to the chair I go through the list 
I've made and explain how she can improve next time. I pause. At first I 
was going to award her eight out of ten but by not keeping all the cream 
in her mouth she had lost a lot of points. My hand strokes her little 
pussy while I talk, then moves round to her large bottom. I can only 
give her six out of ten and frankly she's lucky it's not even lower. She 
will go to the study and get into position over the punishment bench. 
She looks at me in terror and starts to cry. Before she can say anything 
I remind her what will happen if she hesitates in obeying my order. She 
leaves the room sobbing. I pour myself a large whisky and relax for 
another ten minutes before going to the study. The small girl is in 
position, crying softly. I fasten the straps and adjust the bench again 
before putting a gag on her. I don't bother with a blindfold this time. 
Her nightie has ridden right up her back, her large pert bottom sticking 
out provocatively. Swishing the cane through the air I inform her that 
she will receive six strokes of the cane for poor homework. I cane her 
hard, aiming the last few strokes at the lower part of her bottom where 
I know they'll hurt more when she sits down. Giving her twenty minutes 
to regain some composure, I release her and order her to her room. She 
has thirty minutes to wash the make-up off, prepare a sandwich, eat it, 
shower, clean up, put on her nightgown and be ready for inspection 
before bed.

Exactly thirty minutes later I enter her room. She is standing next to 
the bed panting, obviously having finished just in time. I examine her 
closely. She has a slight smudge of lipstick on her cheek and mascara 
under her eyes. I order her to wash her face again while I continue the 
inspection. Her shower unit has not been wiped, there are crumbs under 
the table and her uniform is not folded neatly enough. I note all these 
in my book and sit on the bed calling her to stand in front of me. I 
list the faults. She sees that I'm angry and starts to cry before I've 
even finished. She deserves twelve with the paddle but I feel tired. I 
tell her that she will get up early tomorrow at seven thirty, remove her 
nightgown and go straight to the punishment bench for her paddling. She 
is to stay in position until I arrive. I put her to bed and kiss her softly.

The 2nd Day

No escape!

Next morning I enter the study at eight, expecting the girl to be there. 
No sign of her. On the wall is a panel with lights indicating the 
security system. One is blinking. I sigh and walk down the corridor to a 
large door. All doors in and out of this part of the complex are 
designed like airlocks. Once through, the door locks itself and a code 
must be entered to open the second door. The little girl is sitting 
against the wall, hugging her knees, crying quietly to herself. Dressed 
in her uniform, she's obviously been there some time. She sees me open 
the door and starts sobbing hysterically, calling for her mommy. I watch 
her for a few minutes before quietly telling her to stand up. I take her 
gently by the hand and lead her to her room. I sit her on my knee and 
stroke her hair, explaining that she is here for own good. Two weeks of 
good behaviour and she will be allowed home, but while here she must 
obey the rules. We will discuss this more later but now I want her to do 
what I told her last night. Seeing her hands shake, I unbutton her 
blouse for her, allowing her to remove it. I pull her skirt down and 
then her knickers. She is crying harder knowing what I plan to do. 
Leading the naked little girl to the study I push her gently over the 
punishment bench and take my time with the restraints. Before putting 
the gag on her, I kneel down and talk to her quietly. I list what she 
has done wrong. Late for punishment, gross disobedience, out of her room 
without permission, wrongly dressed but most importantly, attempting to 
leave the school premises. The punishments for some of these will be 
administered after her paddling, but the last crime is so serious I will 
have to be think about it.

Punished

I give her twelve slaps with the paddle and wait ten minutes for her to 
calm down. Her backside is a blazing red, the wide restraining belt 
across her lower back keeps her in place. I tell her that she will now 
receive twenty four slaps with the gymshoe, another twelve with the 
paddle and finally, six stokes of the cane.

About thirty minutes later I replace the cane on its hook. Her formerly 
white buttocks are now a mass of swollen red flesh, crisscrossed with 
red-blue weals. Going to my desk I take a tube of ointment, a topical 
anaesthetic, which I spread thinly all over her sore bottom. Her crying 
is now a constant moan, muffled by the gag. I wait for the ointment to 
work then allow her up. She stands before me as though drugged, her face 
red and blotchy with tears. She will now return to her room, have 
breakfast, shower and change. I will arrive in twenty minutes.

Late for school

When I enter she stands nervously by the bed, her eyes red. I inspect 
her uniform, then her room. Apart from a little dust I find nothing 
wrong. I congratulate her and order her to follow me to the schoolroom.

Taking my place at the large desk I face the small girl, standing 
straight waiting for permission to sit down. I smile and point to the 
clock. What time is it? It is nine thirty. I ask her why she is late for 
her lessons. She looks confused, then scared. She is late because of her 
behaviour earlier. I will not tolerate lateness. I order her to the 
front and tell her to take her knickers down and bend over. She cannot 
believe what is happening. The thought of her sore swollen buttocks 
receiving further punishment is almost impossible to contemplate. She 
begs me not to cane her and I wave my hand to silence her. She receives 
six strokes here or we go to the punishment bench and she has twelve. In 
any case she has already earned extra for hesitating. Her sobbing 
increasing in volume yet again, she lowers her knickers to her ankles, 
bends over and touches her toes. I lift her skirt back and rub the cane 
over her bum, feeling it bump over the raised weals already there. By 
the third stroke she is screaming with pain, begging me to stop, 
wriggling and moving her bottom frantically. I remind her that if she 
doesn't stay in position she will go to the study. Her hands are white 
as she grips her ankles hard. The sixth stroke lands with a loud crack 
and she yells and slips over side ways. Back in position, I flick her 
bum playfully with the cane. Two extra strokes for hesitation and one 
for not keeping in position. She clenches her teeth as I inflict fresh 
weals over old weals. It is over. I replace the cane, allow her to pull 
up her knickers and order her back to her desk. She hobbles back slowly. 
She lowers herself gingerly onto her seat and cries out as the hard wood 
presses against her red raw buttocks.

I work methodically through math and english books used in junior 
schools. Every half hour I test her on what she's learned. The pain from 
her bum obviously helps her memory. She performs well in the tests. I 
give her ten minutes to learn a long poem by heart while I read. She 
recites it but forgets the second half. I put the paddle on my desk and 
give her five more minutes to learn it. Before she recites it I order 
her to take off her knickers and place them on her desk. I am interested 
to see if a bare bottom will help jog her memory. She recites the whole 
poem perfectly and I praise her. I tell her to leave her knickers off 
and to sit with her legs wide open. From my desk I enjoy the view.

Hygiene inspection

Before lunch I take her to the study and remind her about my rules on 
hygiene. I remove her skirt and knickers and lift her on the examining 
table. Placing her on all fours, facing away from me, I see only her 
huge soft bottom. Lubricating my fingers I slowly push my index finger 
into her anus. She squirms and asks tearfully why I'm putting my hand 
there. I remind her about not talking and slap her thigh to remind her. 
I remark casually that I must check that her bottom is clean and I have 
to get it ready for fucking tonight. She recognises this as a naughty 
word but doesn't know what it means. With one finger up her ass, I try 
with two fingers. She wriggles and I have to threaten her with a caning 
to get her to stay still. I finish my little game and order her onto her 
back, legs up against her chest. Eager to please, she opens her legs 
wide and even manages a little smile as she offers her pussy for 
inspection. She has cleaned it well. My finger still slippery, I explore 
her cherry, managing to get a few inches up her vagina before she begs 
me to stop, biting her lip. I notice she is crying less now, possibly 
having learned that it has no effect.

Put to work

My inspection of her room after lunch is thorough. I discover the rubber 
nozzle of her enema syringe is dirty. When she has cleaned it I bend her 
over and beat her with the gymshoe. I set her to work in the complex, 
dusting and cleaning the many rooms. When I give her only the teashirt 
to put on she looks confused. She will not wear anything below the 
waist. I wish to keep her bottom accessible at all times. If she sees me 
when she is on all fours, she is to stick her bottom right out as she 
did yesterday. If she's standing she must bend over and not move. It is 
part of the preparation for tonight. Ten minutes later I find her wiping 
shelves in one of the storerooms. She immediately stops working and 
bends over, sticking her expansive buttocks up for my pleasure. I feel 
in the crack and stick two fingers deep inside her. Over the next few 
hours I repeat this process every ten minutes until I can insert three 
fingers quite easily. Seeing her on the floor polishing the parquet, bum 
held high, I kneel down and stick my fingers into her anus. She doesn't 
dare stop work for a second but opens her legs wider in an effort to 
help me. I grin. At last she is learning.

Schoolwork: How to take it up the ass

After her shower I send her to the schoolroom on her own. She knows now 
how to turn the video on and off. In graphic detail she watches women 
being fucked in the ass and enjoying it. It's a long video. I give her a 
sheet of simple questions and rewind it for her to watch again. After 
reading her answers I explain that she must start off by doing what she 
did last night. Her bottom is still a mass of welts and bruises but I 
won't hesitate to cane her severely if she doesn't perform well. I talk 
for a few more minutes then send her to her room to get ready. I remind 
her about washing 'everywhere' and tell her that from now on she is to 
perfume her pussy and bottom as well. Before she goes, I give her a tube 
of lubricant and tell her to push lots of it inside her bottom.

Homework: Fucked up the ass

Having told the small girl that we would be doing it in her bedroom, I 
arrive twenty minutes later. As instructed, she has dimmed the lights 
and is curled up naked on the bed. I am always amazed at how a little 
nine year old girl can make herself look so sexy and grown up with a bit 
of makeup and perfume. I remove my trousers and pants, then I walk to 
the wall and stroke the cane hanging there. She gets the message and 
licks her lips and tries to look sexy in an attempt to copy what she has 
seen on the videos. I lie on the bed beside her and softly kiss her red 
lips, my hand caressing her little tummy. I get comfortable and whisper 
for her to get to work. Rather clumsily she turns round and moves her 
head down to my crotch. I grab her legs and lift her so my head is 
between them, my mouth almost touching her smooth fat pussy. For a few 
minutes I'm in ecstasy as her little tongue plays with my cock, before 
taking the tip into her soft mouth. Parting her buttocks I gently check 
to see if she has prepared herself as I said. Her tight little asshole 
peeps at me glistening. I let her continue until I'm as hard as I can 
be, then I slap her bum and order her in position. I stand while she 
kneels on the side of the bed, head down, bottom up and legs apart. 
Smearing a bit more lubricant onto my cock, I hold the little girl's 
waist and start to fuck her ass. She starts whimpering, scared of what 
I'm doing. I enter her slowly, but I'm so hot I end up pushing the last 
few inches up in one go. The girl squeals and starts to cry but that 
only makes me even more horny. Wriggling her bum she attempts to get 
away but I grip her tightly round the waist reminding her about the 
beating she has coming. She sobs louder begging me to stop. It's so 
painful. I fuck her for only a few more seconds before I cum. Her tight 
ass is so comfortable I relax for a few minutes before pulling my cock 
out and releasing her. Her crying has stopped and she stays in position, 
sniffing occasionally, no doubt trying to please me and avoid a beating. 
I order her to turn round and suck me clean. Desperately trying to 
please she pops my limp penis in her mouth and licks it for a minute 
before I send her to wash her bottom. While I get dressed I watch as she 
uses the enema and bidet, carefully cleaning everything, nervously 
watching me from the corner of her eye.

Punished for poor homework

She stands between my legs and I kiss her tenderly, my hand caressing 
her thigh. I pat her bottom and notice how she winces. It's so tender 
there. I move my hand round to her pussy and brush it lightly, smiling. 
Softly I order her to the punishment bench. It takes a few seconds for 
this to register and then her eyes fill with tears. So shocked, she 
doesn't protest and I guide her gently to the study. Once restrained I 
examine her buttocks closely. I realise that caning her again on top of 
so many weals will probably draw blood. I decide to cane her on her 
thighs, just below where her bum starts. The cane cracks down hard and 
the little girl yells in pain and surprise. I adjust the angle of the 
bench and continue. A few minutes later I step back to admire my 
handiwork, six straight lines one inch apart on both thighs. Her thighs 
are plump and I make a mental note to punish them more often. When she's 
calmed down I send her to get ready for bed.

I find nothing to complain about in her room and tuck her into bed. She 
looks so sweet with the teddy bear beside her. Before leaving I inform 
her that she must be over the punishment bench, completely naked, 
tomorrow at 7.30 for her paddling. Due to her attempt to avoid it this 
morning she will now have to do this every day for a whole week. I leave 
her crying quietly into her pillow.

The 3rd Day

Laying down the law

Entering the study at eight o'clock I find the little girl stretched 
over the punishment bench, her head in her arms. I take her hands and 
tie them to the bars, doing the same with her legs. Adjusting the bench 
I run my hand over her bottom and down between her legs, giving her 
pussy a little squeeze as if to say hello. Adjusting the lateral leg 
bars I pull her legs further apart. As I go to place the gag around her 
mouth she sobs and begs for permission to use the bathroom first. I 
laugh and put the gag on. She should have gone earlier. I pick up the 
paddle and start with a few hard slaps on the back of her thighs, the 
six weals from last night still visible. I adjust the bars a little 
until her legs are as wide apart as possible, her bum stuck up high, her 
pussy and anus in full view. I turn my attention to the inside of her 
plump thighs, knowing how she'll feel when she walks. Not having decided 
on the number of strokes, I continue for a few minutes, then suddenly 
the girl pees herself, the urine flowing down her leg onto the floor. I 
give her a few really hard slaps on her backside and fetch the mop. 
Having cleaned the floor, I dry her pussy carefully. She knows what 
she's done but she's too busy concentrating on the pain from her sore 
thighs and bum to care. I give some time to stop crying then run my hand 
down gently between her pussy lips. I already warned her about this and 
what would happen if she did it again.

Releasing the little naked girl from the bench, I send her back to her 
room to eat breakfast and have a shower. I check her uniform then send 
her to the study. I wish to talk to her before starting school. Sitting 
behind my desk, I announce that I am not happy. From now I want to see 
her obey every order without any hesitation. Normally by now, all my 
little boys and girls should be doing what I say without thinking. I 
change the subject. She already received one warning about wetting 
herself. Her behaviour today is unacceptable. I threatened to beat her 
pussy if it happened again. I pause and she looks up, wondering what I 
mean. After lunch and before starting her cleaning duties, she will 
report to the study for her punishment.

In the schoolroom she finds it difficult to concentrate but six slaps 
with the gymshoe on her sore bum soon has her working hard. I set her 
some work and lean back reading the newspaper. She does well in the 
tests but I decide to test her obedience. I order her to take her 
knickers down and bend over. Without hesitating she obeys, sticking her 
bum out. Satisfied, I tell her to stand, then order her to her room for 
lunch.

Pussy whipping

Thirty minutes later she enters the study clad only in a short teashirt 
and her leather g-string. On my command, she removes the g-string and 
gets on the punishment bench, though this time on her back. She whimpers 
but doesn't struggle as I secure her to the bench. This time her legs 
are held wide apart and brought back up to her shoulders. Her smooth 
fleshy pussy is almost horizontal and I walk easily between her legs to 
examine it. Happy with her position I lift up my pussy beater to show 
her, a length of black leather, which I wrap round my hand. I lift it 
high and bring it down hard on her quivering pussy. The small girl cries 
out in pain and begs me to stop, I grin cruely and continue the beating, 
giving her twelve lashes. Her whole pubic area is a deep red. Not 
wanting her to waste time on her cleaning, I spread a little local 
anaesthetic over her pussy and lift her, still sobbing, off the bench. 
Five minutes late she is hard at work dusting the rooms.

Away for the night

Tonight I have to leave. I have a long talk about what I expect while I 
am away. I won't be back until tomorrow evening and give her a list of 
things I expect her to do, all typed clearly for her to read, 
instructions, exercises for school and her cleaning tasks. I will not 
have time to enjoy her tonight but I give some 'homework'. We go to her 
room. On her bed is a butt-plug and a small vibrator. She is to put 
lubricant on each, insert the butt-plug right into her bottom, then push 
the vibrator at least half way into her pussy before turning it on. 
There are security cameras in every room. The one in her room is pointed 
at her bed and she is to make sure that the camera can see each one 
being pushed in. The camera is recording so I can check it tomorrow. I 
warn her that the vibrator will hurt but she can push it in slowly. If I 
don't see it at least half way in, she will be severely caned. She will 
keep them in for one hour, then wash them both and replace them on my desk.

Sine I won't be here in the morning for her paddling, I decide on an 
experiment. She is to go to the study at eight a.m. and paddle her own 
bottom in full view of the camera. If I don't think the twelve slaps are 
hard enough, I'll double it when I return. Finally, at nine p.m. 
tomorrow she is to be ready for me in her room, washed, made-up, 
completely naked and with her asshole well lubricated. I give her the 
list and leave.

The 4th Day

My little boy

The next day I return exhausted, but happy. In the second bedroom there 
is a little boy, only six or seven years old, a little plump, blond 
curly hair, wide innocent eyes, cheeky grin. Fast asleep his large pert 
bottom sticks out from under his nightgown. Tomorrow he will find out 
what little boy's bottoms are for. Sliding my hand round his waist I 
turn him over gently. I notice with satisfaction that his penis is 
larger than average for his age and is uncircumcised. I lick my lips and 
leave him to sleep.

Before going to the girl's room, I check the security videos, fast 
forwarding to the important parts. I watch her cry as she slowly pushes 
the vibrator into her young vagina, the butt-plug firmly in place. Her 
attempts to paddle herself are very funny and I make a mental note to 
give her double next time.

In her room, the litle girl is waiting for me on the bed in a sexy pose 
presumably to try and please me. The presence of the boy has made me 
horny as hell and I don't feel like messing about. I order her to get 
her bum up and start to fuck her ass, warning her about making a fuss. 
She cries out a few times and grips the pillow but doesn't struggle as 
before. Ordering her to shower again, I remind her about her morning 
paddling and leave the room.

The 5th Day


I sleep next to the boy until he wakes. Noticing the signs, I lift him 
up and go to the toilet where he vomits. I clean him up and lie him 
down, stroking his hair and talking soothingly to him. I treat boys 
differently to girls. I'm less strict and much gentler with them. I 
still use plenty of corporal punishment but try to keep their buttocks 
free from nasty weals wherever possible. The slipper, paddle and cane I 
use are much lighter than the ones for the girls. Little boys tend to 
accept the situation faster and are more eager to please.

I comfort him for a few minutes and he goes back to sleep.

Seeing the time, I walk to the study where the girl is waiting for me on 
the punishment bench. I strap her down and take the paddle. Her pathetic 
attempts to administer her own punishment yesterday were inadequate so 
she must have double the dose today. She cries pitifully but the crying 
soon turns to sharp yells of pain as I bring the paddle down hard on her 
thighs. Twelve on the back of her thighs, then another twelve on the 
inside. By the time I've finished, the poor girl is wailing and 
wriggling frantically, her thighs a deep crimson. I send her to her room 
and order her to stay there until I arrive.

Looking after the little boy

Back in the boy's room, I see he has just woken up. His frightened eyes 
stare at the strange surroundings and he starts to cry. I sit next to 
him and stroke his head telling him the same story as I told the girl. 
Reassuring him that it's just a special school, I hug him and tell him 
not to worry. When he calms down, I lift him out of bed and show him the 
toilet, shower and cupboards. I don't expect him to prepare his own 
food; he's far too young. This will be the girl's job. I prepare a bowl 
of cereal and milk and watch him eat. He cries a few more times and I 
repeat my story and smile reassuringly at him. Removing his nightgown I 
gasp in delight. He's beautiful. Totally naked, he looks scared and 
covers his willy with his hand. I gently move his hand away, but 
continue to smile. I make him use the toilet, then put him under the 
shower and wash him delicately, telling him how important it is to be 
clean. My fingers brush his little penis and I reassure him. I talk We 
have many rules here. Boys are not allowed to touch their private parts 
apart from when they need to pee. Not in the shower and never in bed. I 
make sure he understands and take him out, drying him gently and combing 
his hair. On the chair are tight blue underpants, thin grey shorts and 
white teashirt. I dress him slowly, reminding him that next time he must 
dress himself. On his feet I put white ankle socks and a pair of simple 
black gymshoes. The shorts are slightly too small but made of a stretchy 
material that hugs his bottom, disappearing into his crack, outlining 
his buttocks perfectly. I see him looking at the punishment implements 
on the wall and tell him what they're for. His eyes widen and he 
instinctively holds his bottom. I can't help laughing.

His first medical

Taking his hand I lead him to the study explaining the reasons for his 
medical examination. He stands in front of my desk and looks around. I 
order him to stand still and I go out returning after a minute with the 
girl, now dressed smartly in her uniform. I smile at the look on her 
face when she sees the little boy and explain that she must assist me in 
his training. She is not to talk to him apart from giving instructions 
or answering questions about his training. I also explain that, although 
she is a bit older than him and will help train him, she has to obey 
him. He's a boy and she's only a girl.

I turn to the small boy and carefully pull his teashirt off over his 
head, handing it to the girl to fold up. I pat his head and take his 
weight, height and so on before listening to his heart and lungs. 
Praising him for being so healthy, I casually ask him to remove his 
shorts so I can check his legs. Used to changing his shorts for PE with 
little girls around, he obeys, hands them to the girl now standing by 
his side, and stands up clad only in his tight blue underpants, his 
sweet innocent expression so endearing. I check his legs over and tell 
him to stand on the chair. He jumps up and I pat his bottom saying what 
a good boy he is. There are just a few more things to examine. I make 
him put his hands on his head and order him to keep them there. Smiling 
at the girl, I order her to take his underpants down slowly. As she 
starts to pull them down, he whimpers and looks at me, saying he doesn't 
want to take his underpants off. I smile at his embarrassment. A little 
girl not much older than him is going to see his privates. I tell him 
softly but firmly that in this school, it's perfectly normal, and he 
must do as he's told. He pouts and has tears in his eyes but doesn't 
argue. He's an obedient boy. The girl pulls his pants down to his ankles 
and he steps out of them. She looks at his small penis with some 
interest. Taking it carefully between my fingers I talk to the girl 
about the rules for boys. She is responsible for washing his penis, 
testicles and anus. The foreskin must be pulled all the way back. She 
must also help him use the enemas and bidet, and will check that he is 
always clean. I invite her to explore his privates and smile at the 
boy's expression as the little girl examines everything, her hands 
tickling his little balls. I stop her after a minute reminding her that 
she'll have plenty of time for a closer look when she gives him a 
shower, but warning her to be gentle. I will supervise the first time 
she pulls back his foreskin.

I lift the bewildered little boy onto the examination table and make him 
lie down and pull his knees to his chest, keeping them well apart. I run 
my finger down the sensitive area between his testicles and asshole and 
see him shiver. Gently I touch his tight little anus and it contracts. I 
invite the girl to look closer and remind her to be careful when 
inserting the enema tip into his bottom. She must also help me to 
prepare his bottom for fucking. The boy looks round startled by this 
'rude' word but doesn't understand.

I lift him down and the girl helps him get dressed. Now the 
demonstration of the punishment implements. I explain the rules and 
assure him that he can keep his shorts on while I show him each one. 
Very gently, I place him over my knee and spank his large behind just 
hard enough to make him start to whimper. Soothing him, I show him how 
the slipper and paddle feel, increasing the force of the slaps slightly 
until he starts to react. I make him bend over for the cane but give him 
light flicks that don't hurt much. Congratulating him for being so brave 
I glance at the girl and ask him if he'd like to see someone get a 
proper caning on their bare bottom. He nods enthusiastically and I smile 
and pat his head.

In the schoolroom

In the schoolroom I sit him at a small desk and give him a workbook of 
simple sums to do. For the girl I have a list of questions covering the 
work over the last few days. They are deliberately hard. I'm itching to 
cane her again. A glance at her answers after half an hour reveals only 
four out of ten are correct. I order her out to the front and make her 
lower her knickers to her ankles before bending over, her back to the 
little boy, who now gazes in awe at her huge bottom waiting to be 
punished, still bearing signs of old weals from previous canings. I give 
her six strokes waiting a good ten seconds between each one. The swish 
and crack of the cane across her buttocks reverberates loudly around the 
room. Being used to punishment now the girl cries but makes far less 
noise than she did previously. I send her back to her seat and go to see 
how the boy is getting on. To my surprise he has completed the first 
five pages. I tousle his hair and give him plenty of praise.

Punishment

After lunch I take the two children to the boy's room and make the 
little boy sit on the toilet until he has managed to go. I order him to 
do exactly as the girl tells him and leave. A few minutes she comes to 
find me, and nervously tells me that the boy won't let her put the enema 
tip in his bottom, he won't even take his pants off. I sigh and go back 
to the room. I should have realised this might happen. It's partly my 
fault for not sufficiently demonstrating what corporal punishment feels 
like. Time for a sore bottom. Taking the little boy by the shoulders I 
quickly slip his shorts and underpants off, scold him for not obeying me 
and order him to bring me the slipper. He will have six hard slaps on 
his bare bottom. The boy backs away shaking his head, starting to cry. I 
repeat the order, warning him of severe punishment if he doesn't obey 
immediately. Tears running down his cheeks, he continues to shake his 
head. Realising he's not going to obey, I grab his hand and practically 
drag him to the study, giving the girl orders to change and start cleaning.

The little boy struggles and screams at me to let go. In one swift 
movement I place him over the punishment bench and strap him on tightly. 
I need a minute to readjust the other bars, but manage to get his legs 
and arms secured. His legs wide apart, chubby bottom sticking up, I 
enjoy the view. I tickle his tight little scrotum and give his small 
penis a flick. Aware now that he cannot move, the child cries even 
louder. I take the paddle and show it to him, telling him that he must 
listen to me. He stops his bawling and looks at the smooth paddle in my 
hand. I quietly inform him that his behaviour is unacceptable and he 
will now be punished. He will be paddled until I think he has learned 
his lesson. When I finish, he'll be given another chance to obey my 
orders, and if he misbehaves again today, I will cane him, exactly like 
I caned the girl before. Ignoring his cries I start paddling him all 
over his bottom and thighs, lightly at first and slowly increasing in 
force. After one minute his bottom is a dark pink, and between blows he 
promises to be good. I grin and continue for a few more minutes, 
methodically covering his whole bottom with hard slaps. The promises to 
be good continue but soon he's too busy coping with the pain to talk. 
The skin is now bright red and hot to the touch. I finish off with a few 
stingers on the inside of his thighs, and stop. While I wait for his 
sobbing to die down, I fetch some ice cold water and bathe his glowing 
buttocks and thighs. His punishment was relatively light and the redness 
should fade in a few hours.

A bit of fun

I lift him off the bench and fetch the girl. When the little boy sees 
her dressed only in a g-string and teashirt, his eyes widen. I inform 
her that the boy is ready to have his bottom washed and then he is to go 
in the shower and stay there until I arrive. She looks at the boy, naked 
from the waist down, takes him by the hand and leads him out.

Ten minutes later I find him standing in the shower, the girl watching 
him. On questioning her she tells me that he accepted the enemas but 
cried a lot when she pushed the hard soap stick in his bottom. I laugh 
and turn off the water in the shower. Gently I take his little penis in 
my hand and show her what to do. I soap the end of his penis and then 
pause. I explain to the girl that it's much easier to wash a boy's penis 
if it's erect. I smile at the little boy, now looking nervously at what 
I'm doing. I stroke his hair and kiss him. My hand tickles his little 
balls and I play gently with his penis, my finger rubbing it just behind 
the glans. After a minute, his little willy starts to lengthen. I take 
his foreskin and pull it all the way back, uncovering his glans which 
has a blueish tinge. The boy squeals and pulls his penis out of my 
grasp. I order his hands on his head. He obeys, albeit with some crying 
and pleas for me to stop. I ignore him and tell the girl that she is to 
do this every time he goes to the toilet or has a shower. I know from 
experience that a little boy's foreskin needs only a couple of days to 
be made looser. She is to elicit an erection, if possible, then wash his 
whole penis and scrotum. I watch her copy what I do and then take the 
boy out and wrap him in a large towel. I cuddle him and put him on my 
knee while the girl cleans his shower. My hand slips under the towel and 
gently plays with his privates. He looks at me with his big eyes but I 
tell him that I will play with them whenever I like, which he seems to 
accept. We watch the girl wiping the floor and I ask him if he'd like to 
make her do something. I remind him that she must do whatever he says. 
He looks embarrassed for a second , then whispers that he'd like to see 
her 'private' bits. I suppress a laugh and call the girl, who 
immediately comes and stands in front of me, the front of her g-string 
wedged firmly between her pussy lips. I order her to remove all her 
clothes, which, after a rather brief embarrassed pause, she does, 
looking at the little boy with a hurt expression. The boy looks at her 
and then looks at me. A cheeky grin on his face. He seems embarrassed 
but I order the girl to lie back on the bed and lift her legs right 
back. With everything exposed I take his hand and invite him to explore 
her pussy, showing him how he can push his hand between her pussy lips 
into the hot moist area beyond. He relaxes and starts to examine her 
pussy and bottom in detail. His fingers trace the red weals spanning her 
buttocks and I show him how to stick his fingers into her anus. I stroke 
his little willy and tell him that although she's older than him, she 
has to do everything he says. If she doesn't, I will cane her, or allow 
him to punish her himself. He looks at me, a cheeky grin on his face. He 
doesn't notice that his willy is getting hard and I stand him on the bed 
and quickly start sucking his little penis. He looks startled but 
doesn't complain. I explain that I'll always be very happy when his 
willy goes 'hard'. To make me really pleased with him he must always 
show me and offer it for me to suck. He giggles and holds my head while 
I tickle him with my tongue, one hand caressing his cuddly bottom, the 
other gently playing with his tiny balls. Although very young, I can see 
that he enjoys it. I remind him quietly that he can make the girl do 
this whenever he likes, in fact he can do whatever he likes with her. To 
demonstrate, I stop sucking his willy for a second and order the girl to 
take my cock out and get to work. As she sucks me, I move my hand to the 
little boy's crack and ease my fingers between his buttocks. I start to 
tease his tight little asshole and manage to get my finger a few inches 
inside before he reacts. I keep my finger there and wiggle it slowly , 
trying to get him used to the feel. His penis seems to stiffen a little 
more and I play my tongue over the tip, making him grip me tighter. I 
feel myself approaching orgasm but I want to keep it for later so I 
order the girl to stop what she's doing and bring me the tube of 
lubricant. The boy sees her leave and looks down at my glistening cock. 
I see the inquisitive look on his face and lift him down between my legs 
while asking if a boy do it better than a girl. He hesitates for a 
second, then he carefully opens his mouth and starts sucking the head of 
my cock. The feeling is ecstatic but I'm determined to save myself for 
the evening when I plan to fuck his bottom. Smiling, I gently lift him 
up and kiss him, telling him what a good boy he is. I put some lubricant 
on my fingers and hold him gently round the waist, signalling to the 
girl to get to work on him. The small boy stares in amazement as the 
girl kneels down and pops his little penis in her mouth. His attention 
fixed on the strange but pleasant feeling in his stiffening willy, he 
hardly notices as I gently push my finger back inside his large bottom 
and start probing deeper. I wait patiently for his anal sphincter to 
relax. Gently inserting another finger, I give him a minute to get used 
to it before pushing it in further. I whisper softly to him that I have 
to prepare his bottom for tonight. Noticing the time, I pull my fingers 
out and tell the girl to stand up. She stops sucking him and the boy 
looks at me reproachfully. His willy is sticking straight up. 
Instinctively he takes hold of it but I move his hand away immediately, 
reminding him of the rules. He must not touch himself there, besides, I 
add smiling, that's what the girl is for.

Set to work

I dress him in a teashirt and make him put on a g-string like the girl 
but with a small leather pouch at the front. The girl is to show him 
what to do and I expect them both to work extremely hard. I hand the 
girl a tube of lubricant and explain how I want her to prepare his 
bottom. Every ten minutes she is to stick her fingers up as far as 
possible. If she can't get three fingers up by the end of the afternoon, 
she'll be punished. I tell the little boy that he must do what she says 
and must stand still and not wriggle when she examines him. He has to 
bend over slightly and rest his hands on his knees while she is 
preparing his bottom. Patting his bare buttocks, I remind him what will 
happen if he's naughty.

Leaving the underground complex for a few hours I return and hear 
crying. The little boy is standing in the corridor, holding his bottom 
with his back to the wall. I soon learn the cause of his distress. The 
girl explains that he refused to let her continue to prepare him. She 
tried to put all three fingers in but he won't stay in position. I look 
down at the boy and speak very softly. He either bends over and lets the 
girl prepare his bottom or he comes with me to the study for punishment. 
At this, he looks up with a terrified expression and presents his bottom 
to the girl. I make a mental note to punish him later and leave them to 
get on with their duties.

One hour later I send them both to the shower in the boy's room and 
remind the girl to wash his penis and anus. Entering the room I make up 
my mind to stop any pretence and order the little boy to come and kneel 
on the edge of the bed. Hearing the tone of my voice he obeys 
immediately and jumps on the bed, sticking his bottom up and burying his 
head in the bedclothes, My heart melts and I stroke his back, tickling 
him and moving his legs apart. Reaching down under the bed I take a 
small butt-plug and rub some lubricant all over it.

Parting his buttocks I start to push it into his bottom. I push it in a 
few inches until the boy starts to whimper and wriggle. I soothe him 
with my voice and wiggle the butt-plug, moving my hand between his legs 
and stroking his tight little scrotum. As he relaxes, I swiftly push the 
plug all the way in. He flinches and starts to cry, complaining that it 
hurts. I get the girl to feel how tight it is and tell her to check that 
is doesn't start coming out.

I send the girl to her room to get dressed in her school uniform and to 
prepare food for them both. Placing the little boy on his feet, I dress 
him in his school clothes and tell him to run to the girl's room for a 
bite to eat. He looks at me tearfully and asks if he can take the thing 
out of his bottom. I smile and threaten to spank him if he asks me that 
again.

Sex education

After they've eaten I take them to the schoolroom and start the video. 
It's an old rare film from Holland all about sex with young boys. I give 
the girl a list of questions and answers to read to the boy. He can 
watch it twice before attempting the questions and then a third time to 
check all the answers. I give her my orders for after the film. She is 
to remove his butt-plug, wash him thoroughly, put plenty of lubricant 
inside and perfume his bottom. For herself she will make up and wear her 
short black nightie, but I want the boy naked. They will knock at the 
study door at exactly 9pm.

Before leaving them to watch the film, I take her hand and slip it down 
the front of the boys shorts. I want her to play with him while he 
watches. The little boy looks embarrassed but opens his legs wider.


Fucked for the first time

At 9pm exactly the two children arrive. The little boy stands stark 
naked, fidgeting slightly. I dim the lights and hug them both, one hand 
round the girls waist stroking her smooth pussy, the other between the 
boy's legs, fondling his privates. I smile at the small boy and ask him 
if he's ready. He looks up sweetly and nods. I explain quietly that 
because this is the first time, I have to put him on the restraining 
bench, but after tonight it will be in the bedroom. As gently as 
possible I lie him on his tummy over the bench and start strapping him 
down. His arms and legs restrained, I raise and lower the supports until 
his chubby bottom is sticking out at the perfect angle, his legs pulled 
under the bench and well apart. He whimpers as I check he's comfortable 
and I stroke him down his back, talking quietly to him. I play with his 
willy for a minute before teasing his tight little anus with my index 
finger. Ordering the girl to crouch down low in front of me, I tell her 
to get my penis as stiff as possible. I want her to tickle my balls 
while I'm fucking the boy. As her hands dance over my balls and her warm 
mouth embraces my prick, I add more lubricant to my fingers and start to 
push them in. I continue for a couple of minutes until he gets used to 
the feeling. Gripping his waist, seeing the puppy fat wobbling, I pull 
my erect cock out of the girl's mouth and press it against his little 
asshole. I tell him that it's time for him to be fucked. If he makes a 
fuss, I will beat him. Slowly I push my prick a few inches inside. The 
boys cries out in pain and starts shouting for me to stop. I start 
pumping in and out, very slowly pushing it in further. I realise that he 
won't be able to take everything on the first day, but I want to get at 
least five inches up him. As I fuck him deeper, he tries desperately to 
wriggle but the straps limit his movement and he cries as his rectum 
stretches and his asshole is forced open even wider. I fuck him faster, 
enjoying the tightness of his ass, the feel of his bottom slapping 
against me, and the girl between my legs, playing with my balls. As the 
initial pain passes and he gets used to the strange sensation inside 
him, his cries die down to a whimper. Passing the point of no return, I 
cum deep inside him, lifting his bottom a little as I do so. I moan in 
ecstasy and keep my cock inside his ass for another minute while I rest. 
Pulling out of him, the girl immediately grabs my penis and sucks it 
clean, no doubt attempting to please me and avoid a beating.

I fetch some tissue and wipe the boy gently around his asshole. He's 
still whimpering as I stroke his hair, crouching down to kiss his 
tear-streaked cheek. Softly I tell him what a brave boy he is. The first 
time is always the most painful. My hand pats his bottom and I run my 
finger down to the back of his small scrotum, softly stroking it with 
the tips of my fingers. From now on he will sleep with me in my bedroom. 
The girl will take him for a shower and then put him in my bed. Turning 
to the small girl I order her to be very gentle when she uses the enema 
and not to use the soap stick tonight. I release him from the bench and 
he goes with the girl, rubbing his eyes.

To bed

After about twenty minutes she brings him to my room in his nightgown. I 
remove it immediately and order the boy into bed. In my room, he is to 
be naked at all times. I ask the girl why she has removed her make-up 
and put on her nightgown. She mumbles something and looks scared. I 
didn't tell her to get changed. Following her back to her room, I 
inspect it and order her to fetch the gymshoe. I give her six hard slaps 
and put her in bed. Reminding her to be on the bench at the usual time, 
I switch off the light.

Back in my room I slip into bed and cuddle the sleepy boy. I turn him 
the other way round and pull his legs up so that I have my head between 
them. For a few minutes I suck his little penis until sleep comes.

The 6th Day

Slowly I wake up and my hand automatically falls on the boy's cute firm 
buttocks. I roll him over and stroke his balls and willy. He has an 
erection, typical of boys in the morning when they have a full bladder. 
I wait until he opens his eyes, then send him to the bathroom. It's only 
the scond day and I laugh when I see his confused look on returning. 
Pulling him close to me, I kiss him lightly on his cheek, my fingers 
dancing about his little genitals. I promise him that his homework 
tonight will be easy. He will suck and play with my penis until lots of 
cream comes out. He must swallow every drop. I look at the clock and 
whisper that the naughty girl will be waiting her early morning 
punishment. Would he like to help me tie her up and look at her private 
parts? My fingers have tickled his small willy and it sticks up straight.

In ten minutes I'm dressed and walk to the study, holding the little 
boy's hand. I insist that he remains naked until after his shower. He's 
clearly unhappy about this and I have to remind him about keeping his 
hands away from his privates. In the study the girl is in position. I 
quickly secure her and widen her legs. As I adjust the angle and secure 
her arms I tell the boy to check that her private bits are clean. With 
her bum now the highest part of her body and her knees wide apart, her 
anus and pussy are easily accessible and the little boy can examine 
everything closely. I smile as he overcomes his initial shyness and 
starts prodding and poking, his confidence growing as he realises she 
can't see him. I have an idea. Taking the paddle down from its hook, I 
explain that he must learn how to discipline the girl. His eyes grow 
wider as I give him the paddle and point to her bottom and thighs. He is 
to slap her as hard as he can and count to ten between each blow. Before 
I tell him to start, I lower my pants and adjust her position a bit more 
guiding my throbbing cock into her mouth. It's obvious what I want her 
to do, but I make it clear that if she doesn't swallow everything or 
makes a fuss, she'll have the cane directly after her paddling. I order 
the boy to start the punishment and hold her head gently as I fuck her 
mouth. Although only six, the small boy brings the paddle down hard on 
her plump bottom. She yelps with pain and surprise but manages to keep 
her attention on what she's doing with her mouth. The effect that the 
paddle has on her as she sucks me is ecstatic and I have to stop myself 
from cumming too soon. After about twelve slaps, I look at the boy, red 
with excitement, and see with some surprise that he has an erection. He 
smacks her hard on her thigh and I grip her head and cum in her mouth. 
The threat of a caning works and she manages to swallow everything 
without gagging.

Exhausted I pull my trousers up and release the girl, her eyes red with 
tears. She sees the boy still holding the paddle and looks down at the 
floor, totally humiliated. I order her to take him to her room and 
prepare breakfast for both of them, before having a shower together. 
They are to get dressed and report to the schoolroom. I remind the 
little boy that he is in charge and may do whatever he wants with her. 
He looks a little embarrassed but follows her to the bedroom.

At nine oclock the children haven't arrived and I go to find out what's 
going on. Both are already dressed. The girl is standing with her back 
to the wall facing the little boy who waves the cane in his hand and is 
shouting at the girl, stamping his foot in frustration. Ignoring the 
girl I ask the boy what he's doing. The girl was deliberately rough in 
the shower and she hurt his private parts he explains. She pulled his 
foreskin back too fast and hurt his bottom with the soap stick. He wants 
to give her a 'good caning' to punish her but she won't take her 
knickers off. The girl looks at me in desperation but I remind her of 
what I said about obeying the boy. Next time she will be gentler. I tell 
the boy to inform me immediately if she doesn't obey. Leaving the room I 
go and watch them on the security video camera. I laugh as he orders her 
knickers down and makes her bend over. He canes her very clumsily, the 
tip of the cane either wrapping around her side or just stinging her 
legs. I must give him a lesson later. After six relatively light strokes 
he stops and puts the cane back before telling her to stand. She is 
hardly marked and seems to be crying more from humiliation than pain.

Both late for school

When they enter the schoolroom I point at the clock and ask why they're 
both late. I smile at the look of dismay on the girl's face and the 
boy's confused look. They both know the punishment for lateness. 
Ordering the now pale girl to sit down and start her work, I order the 
little boy out to the front. I tell him to take his shorts and 
underpants off but he looks at me, tears in his eyes, not believing that 
I intend to punish him. Softly but firmly I remind him what will happen 
if he doesn't obey and he slowly pulls them down. I bend him over a 
small school desk and make him grip the end, reminding him to stay in 
position until I'm finished. The cane I take is a light one that will 
not bruise but nevertheless can sting like crazy. It's so flexible I 
bend it completely in half before resting it on his plump bottom. Taking 
my time, I adjust his position, enjoying myself. The first stroke lands 
with a sharp crack right in the middle of his bum and he jumps up and 
hops around, holding his buttocks, crying loudly. After a minute I order 
him back over the desk. If he stands up again he'll go to the punishment 
bench and I will allow the girl to cane him. At this he looks at me 
helplessly before slowly bending over the desk, tears streaming down his 
cheeks. He cries and begs me to stop but keeps firm hold of the desk as 
I continue caning him. Pulling up his pants and shorts for him, I order 
him back to his own desk where he sits, rubbing his eyes and wriggling. 
Now it's the girl's turn. I take a thicker cane from the wall and order 
her to remove her knickers. Six strokes later, I send her back to her 
desk and place her knickers on the edge of my own desk. I want her to 
sit with her legs open so I can see her little pussy while I'm teaching.

Half an hour later I call the girl to me for some reading practice. I 
make her stand between my legs and read from an old big book that I 
place in her hands, a rare unpublished collection of short stories by 
paedophiles. As she start to read, I unbutton her skirt, remove it and 
stroke her thighs with my hands, one hand moving up to her buttocks, the 
other lightly teasing her pussy. My fingers are very experienced and my 
finger soon pushes gently between her hot pussy lips and dances over her 
tiny clit while my left hand parts her cheeks and strokes her twitching 
anus. Although young, I know exactly how to stimulate the youngest of 
girls and in a few minutes her breathing grows heavier and I feel her 
press her pussy slightly harder on my hand. My fingers move faster and I 
press her anus as she tries to read, her voice faltering. I see the 
little boy watching her in astonishment as her knees wobble and I feel 
her pussy getting wetter. Suddenly she brings her legs together and 
shivers, crying out as she has her first ever orgasm. Typical of 
children, her orgasm is short but extremely powerful and she drops the 
heavy book on the floor and jerks her pussy hard against my fingers, 
giving in to the waves of pleasure. I allow her to finish, then order 
her stand up straight with her hands on her head and legs apart. Calling 
the little boy to me I tell him to feel how wet she is, laughing at her 
embarrasment as he sticks his small hand in her pussy. Seeing the book 
on the floor I scold her for her carelessness and order the boy to spank 
her twelve times with the slipper while I go to wash my hands. Deciding 
to prolong the fun, I strip the boy from the waist down. When I come 
back I want to see the girl giving him a blowjob. If he isn't hard, I'll 
spank both of them. Before going out I watch with pleasure as the poor 
girl bends over the small desk and the little boy picks up the slipper 
and starts beating her backside. Judging from the effect the beating has 
on his small but lengthening willy, I don't expect to have to spank them.

Five minutes later I open the door quietly and look inside. The boy is 
sitting on his chair with the girl between his knees. For a second, she 
moves back and I see his little erect penis glistening. She pops it back 
in her mouth and continues to suck him. From the look on his face, he's 
obviously enjoying the attention but is far too young to understand why. 
I order her back to her seat and take the boy to my desk where I listen 
to him read, my hand teasing his willy, keeping it hard. I take his 
tight scrotum between my fingers and feel his two little testicles 
inside, my other hand stroking his large soft buttocks. All plans for 
the day are forgotten as an overpowering lust fills me and my cock is 
rock hard. Quickly telling the girl to continue her studies, I lift up 
the boy and carry him out of the class to my room. He must guess what I 
have in mind and looks tearfully at me as I remove every bit of his 
clothing and lay next to him in my bed, kissing his soft lips, then his 
chest, little tummy and finally his cute little willy. I take off my 
pants and he looks at my throbbing cock with fear in eyes, hardly 
believing that I intend to stick it in his bottom again. In an effort to 
avoid being fucked, he turns round and starts sucking my penis, 
obviously hoping that I won't want to fuck him if he gives me his full 
attention. For a few minutes I let him suck me, pulling his legs round 
and putting my head between them. I part his buttocks and run my tongue 
over his asshole, enjoying his sweet aroma. Unable to wait any longer, I 
order him to sit up while I attach soft leather straps with metal rings 
around his elbows and knees. Ignoring his quiet whimpering I make him 
crouch on all fours, head down, backside sticking up, while I attach a 
separating rod keeping his knees splayed out far apart. It takes only 
seconds to clip his elbow straps to his knees. With his soft inviting 
bottom now so accessible, I take a tube of lubricant and play with his 
asshole, tickling his privates as I prepare his bum for fucking. He 
begins crying before I even start. Pinching his foreskin hard between my 
fingers and pulling it right back to get his attention, I warn him about 
making a fuss or wriggling. I kneel behind him and hold his bottom, 
pulling him onto my cock. He cries out as I enter him and I allow him a 
while to get used to the feeling before thrusting my cock in further. I 
decide to let him have it all and pull him back roughly, feeling my hard 
cock pushing deep into his rectum. He screams and tries to pull away but 
I only grip him tighter. He must get used to it, I explain. Little boys 
bottoms are for fucking and I will train him every day until he gets 
used to it. His tight anus is stretched to breaking point and he sobs 
for his mommy as I fuck him hard. I cum after only a minute and hold him 
tightly. Pushing myself deep into him I slip my hand around his legs and 
grab his little scrotum, squeezing it gently until it starts hurting. 
I'm angry with him for making so much noise. As I squeeze a bit more, he 
turns his arms and tries to pull my hand away. Pulling my soft cock out 
of his sore asshole, I turn him round and make him suck me clean. His 
warm tears fall onto my balls as I force my cock in his mouth. After a 
few minutes I stand him up between my legs and wipe his eyes. Gently 
kissing his nose, I caress his bottom, telling him what a naughty boy he 
is for making such a fuss. I remind him that I don't like beating him 
because I want his bottom nice and white. Reaching over I pick a long 
plastic ruler off the table and start patting his little balls with the 
end. Taking both his small hands in my left hand, I tap his thighs with 
the ruler making him stand with his legs far apart. His little scrotum 
hangs down, an easy target and I start to tap it harder until I see it 
beginning to hurt him. Holding his hands tightly I warn him to keep his 
legs wide open. Flicking his tiny shrivelled penis with the ruler I tell 
him quietly that he will now be punished. As I beat his scrotum he 
screams and wriggles but I keep a firm hold. I give each testicle three 
good swipes before letting him go and hugging him.

After dressing him we return to the classroom. The girl is sitting at 
her desk, still naked from the waist down, her legs open. I give the boy 
some work to do and order the girl to my desk. She is nervous, obviously 
scared that I'll find yet another excuse to beat her. I gently stroke 
her pussy, still sticky from her orgasm. Softly I tell her that I've 
decided from now on she will not wear any knickers under her skirt. I 
want easy access to her pussy and arse at all times and I don't want to 
waste time when I have to punish her. I call the boy up as well. He will 
not wear underpants under his shorts and will lower his shorts 
immediately whenever I wish to punish him.

At this he pouts and looks at me in amazement. As if to make a point I 
order them both out of the classroom. At the door I tell the boy to 
remove his underpants and give them to the girl. He obeys me reluctantly 
and the girl takes his underpants, her eyes on his small penis.

On my command the girl trots off to prepare lunch for her and the boy. I 
examine him carefully, explaining why it was necessary to punish him and 
stressing that I hope it won't happen again. As I talk, my hand plays 
with his small penis, coaxing it into a semi-erect state.

After lunch I order them both into my office. Although the boy is young 
I wish to accelerate his sex education. I've already noticed how his 
regular viagra pills are affecting him. I ask him to lower his shorts. 
As usual, he feels embarrassed in front of the girl, but doesn't dare 
disobey me. At my command, the girl removes her skirt. I hug them both 
and whisper something. We all walk to my bedroom holding hands.

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