Tommy

Training Ben

Chapters 4-6

Chapter Four

"Time to get up little one." I said, untying his hands and feet. Examining him all over in the shower, I removed his butt-plug and was pleased to see that he was almost back to normal. The powerful spray I used had turned his pert buttocks back to their normal silky white smoothness. I decided not to put his cock stretcher on, but ensured that his genital ring was nice and tight. When he was dry I gave him a plate of stale bread and a glass of milk which he devoured within a minute. I sat down at my chair, had a few sips of tea and waited. Had he got the message? I didn't have to wait long. Holding the paddle nervously, he came to my chair.

"Please sir, may I warm your toast please sir?" I smiled.

"How kind of you to offer Ben." I took the paddle and he climbed onto the punishment bench, gripping the bar down in front, and pulling himself forward so his buttocks were in the correct position. I didn't waste time restraining him but started the spanking immediately. I saw him grit his teeth and grip the bar even tighter, but apart from a few short yelps, he managed to get through it without crying.

"Your bottom's nice and warm now Ben," I said, feeling his red posterior. I smiled.

"However, I really would like my toast a little hotter this morning. What do you suggest?" I heard him swallow and choke back a few sobs.

"P..please sir, please would you spank me again sir?" he asked quietly.

"Of course Ben, if that's what you want. How hard Ben?"

"Very hard, please sir." I heard his shrill voice say. This time I spanked him really hard, the paddle making his backside bounce up and down like jelly. He squirmed and yelled as each blow fell but didn't alter his position or let go of the bar. I stopped, my arm aching.

"I think that's probably hot enough now!" The toast was delicious.

Having received a few emails from clients requesting me to phone them, I decided to devote the rest of the morning to this task. I settled myself down in a small armchair and ordered Ben to kneel in front, between my legs.

"You know what you have to do Ben. Nice and slowly." I started dialling, watching Ben's little hands fumble with my zip. Discussing with the clients what Ben could and couldn't do and what they could do to Ben in intimate detail while being sucked by the boy in question, was incredibly exciting. The last name on the list was the Headmaster, and I saw little Ben tense as I said who it was.

"Yes, yes of course Headmaster....didn't bother to check you'd signed it....I agree....needs a sharp lesson...would you....so kind." Ben looked up, his large innocent brown eyes glistening.

"A new cane just arrived?....of course....sure he would love to be the first......yes he told me...in bed...dirty thoughts...absolutely......" I pushed myself down in the armchair.

"of course a boy will have erections....you didn't notice?...obviously hiding them from you....yes, of course....probably masturbates in secret......investigate.....severely punished.....yes, I agree...as soon as he arrives.....goodnight Headmaster." I finished my phone call just in time. I couldn't have lasted any longer. Rolling my head back I came in Ben's mouth. He tried hard this time and managed to swallow everything, though not without making a great deal of noise.

Now fully relaxed I put Ben on my lap and stroked his head, my hand playing with his cute little penis, slowly pushing his foreskin back.

"Well my little schoolboy, it looks like you'll be quite busy soon. Lots of people want to play with you, especially the Headmaster." I paused, stroking his balls.

"So you better start getting this willy nice and stiff pretty soon. They do like little boys to have erections you know." I took his soft willy in my hand and began to rub it.

"Most clients enjoy sucking a little boy's cock and they get very disappointed if the boy can't keep it hard!" Ben sat still and watched what I was doing to him.

"B..but sir," he started, in a puzzled voice.

"But sir, if my willy goes hard at the Headmaster's house, he'll cane me sir." I smiled. He still hadn't fully understood.

"Yes, Ben of course he'll cane you, that's the point!" I held him closer.

"Ben, the Headmaster is a very good and respectable man who enjoys two things, fucking and caning naughty schoolboys. He likes to have a reason for caning you, and if you have an erection, that will be another reason for him, and he'll be very happy. Do you understand Ben?" Looking at his worried expression, I wasn't sure he did. Concentrating on the task at hand I managed to get his penis sticking up slightly, but it was clear that his anxiety was hindering my efforts.

"Not to worry though," I said cheerfully.

"I'll start you on a course of viagra today. That ought to help." I'd only just said this when the phone rang. After a lengthy discussion, I replaced the receiver and gave Ben a cuddle.

"That was the Headmaster again Ben. Seems you're going to be famous." I started to push my finger down between his legs.

"He's just bought a very old cane in an auction-over one hundred years old! On of the first rattan canes to be used in a school-and it's in perfect condition." Opening my legs slightly I stuck my finger up between his buttocks. With my other hand I started to play again with his willy.

"The Headmaster wants to organise a 'Victorian evening' next week for a small group of important guests and he'd like you to come dressed as a victorian schoolboy," I prodded his hot little bumhole.

"There will be two other little boys there as well, a little younger than you, but you'll be the first one to feel the cane, and that's a great honour! You'll have to be on your best behaviour and entertain them for a few hours, passing round drinks, sitting on their laps, letting them put their hands down your trousers, feeling your hole, being a sweet little schoolboy." I eased my finger into his sweaty anus and explored further.

"Then the Headmaster will make a speech and call you forward. You will take the cane round for everyone to examine and return it to the Headmaster." I stuck a second finger up into his bum.

"He will then order you to strip naked, he'll bend you over a genuine victorian school desk and give you six strokes with the cane." I felt his little prostate and poked it.

"Then, after showing everyone your stripes, you go off to a room with one of the guests for twenty minutes or so. While you're gone he canes the other boys, then you return for another caning and so on all evening." I noticed that his willy was starting to rise a bit more, and massaged his prostate harder.

"When the party has gone on for long enough, he wants all three of you boys to stand side by side and bend over in front of the guests so they can examine your backsides and vote on which is the best thrashed bottom. Then finally, the Headmaster begins the stamina competition where you mustn't make a sound while he continues to punish you. The first two boys to cry both receive twelve strokes with the birch and the one who's left wins a prize. The prize is the chance to be the star of a real film!"

Ben was only half listening. His head on my shoulder, his breathing seemed to be a little faster. I didn't elaborate on the prize. The Headmaster had asked everyone not to tell the boys for a very simple reason. He was going to make a film about corporal punishment and sexual abuse in victorian boarding schools and intended it to be as authentic as possible. Ben's little penis was now fully erect and I felt him squirm as I rubbed it, my other hand busy teasing his prostate. His buttocks clenched and his hands held me tightly.

"Stand up Ben!" I ordered quietly, keeping my fingers up his arse. In one movement I had him standing in front of me and took his throbbing willy in my mouth. My tongue played with it for only a few seconds before he squealed and shook slightly. His orgasm was intense but he was too young to ejaculate. I continued to suck his shrinking willy while he gazed at me in bewilderment.

"Some clients will want to do this Ben," I explained, licking the tip of his glans.

"Some of them like your willy soft, some prefer it to be hard, and some like to bring you to orgasm-like I did now. You must do exactly what they tell you!" I tickled the sides of his balls.

"Because you're a young fit boy, you should be able to have your willy hard again in a few minutes." I had an idea and quickly slipped my pants down. Bringing the boy to orgasm had made me horny as hell.

"Go get your arse ready for fucking Ben!" I whispered, settling back in the chair. Ben ran to the table and took a tube of lubricant. One lesson he'd learned was to prepare his bumhole by himself. I saw him rub plenty inside and out, then skip back where he stood meekly, hands by his sides. I sat him on my lap, facing me and jiggled him about till my cock was nudging his bumhole, then lifted him and started to lower him onto it slowly. As usual he bit his lip and flinched as I pushed inside, but I didn't stop till I everything was in, my thick cock stretching his tight bumhole and buried deep up his rectum.

"Why are you crying Ben?" I asked, seeing tears run down his cheeks.

"Sir, i..it's hurting sir...s...so tight sir."

"Really Ben, you should be used to being fucked by now." I told him, closing my eyes. I showed him how to move himself up and down on my cock, while I just lay there. He leaned forward more to get comfortable and I felt his buttocks clench, gripping my cock as he jiggled up and down. I held his sides and pulled him down hard, coming in spasms. After the usual licking me clean I allowed him a few minutes to go and wash himself. When he returned, I smiled and stroked his tiny willy.

"You know Ben my little bumboy, there are people who like to smoke after sex." He looked down at my fingers teasing his foreskin.

"But personally, I prefer to thrash a lovely backside. It's so fulfilling!"

I pointed to the desk.

"Bring me the small cane Ben." Nervously Ben obeyed and handed me the rather short light whippy cane I reserved for occasions such as these. Although it could sting like crazy it wasn't quite heavy enough to bruise easily. Ben looked at me pouting.

"P..please sir," he began.

"Please sir, I did what you said sir and I tried to be a good boy sir."

"Yes?" I asked, interested.

"Please sir, why are you going to cane me sir?" he asked pitifully, his eyes full of tears. I looked puzzled.

"Why?" I repeated.

"Because Ben, you've got a beautiful bottom and I enjoy caning it." I answered.

"No other reason Ben." I looked serious for a moment.

"Don't you ever ask me again why I beat you! It's nothing to do with you. You just do as you're told and concentrate on getting that backside of yours as high as possible!" Pulling him gently over my lap I relaxed and with one hand firmly on the small of his back, I flicked his buttocks playfully with the cane. I played with him like this for about fifteen minutes, most of the strokes not even painful, a few hard ones sometimes getting a small yelp from the other end.

Suddenly remembering the school uniform that the Headmaster had sent, I stood the boy up and unfolded the clothes.

"Let's see how you look in these Ben." I said, putting the little white shirt on him.

"Don't think though that I'll allow you to wear them for very long. For you, clothes will only be allowed when clients request them! Can you do the tie yourself?" I asked, placing it around his collar.

"Yes sir" he replied, tying it himself, though rather badly. I grinned. Just one more excuse for the Headmaster to use his slippers and canes! I held up the grey shorts. They were made of thin stretchy material and had no pockets or zip. I pulled them up tight and smiled. Slightly see-through when stretched, they hugged his bottom tightly, disappearing deep between his buttocks like ballet tights. At the front, his little genitals, already pulled forward by his ball ring, made a provocative bulge in the shorts leaving nothing to the imagination. It was clear that even a slight erection would be noticed immediately and I made a mental note to ensure that Ben would arrive next time with his bulge twice as large. Our best client must be kept happy! I picked up the cane.

"Right Ben, let's see what they look like with you bending over in them, come on!" I ordered, flicking him with the tip of the cane. He touched his toes and looked round.

"Is this okay sir?" he asked sweetly. Good boy, he was learning. The shorts looked gorgeous on him.. I didn't think they'd offer much protection and decided to find out.

"Legs open a little more, bum up!" I adjusted his position until it was just right.

"Right Ben, keep still while I cane you!" I gave him six strokes, not too hard, but enough to make him yelp and sniff as he fought back the tears.

"Stand up and take those shorts off!" Squirming a little he obeyed, putting them gingerly on the chair and glancing at me to make sure he'd done it correctly.

"Bend over!" I ordered, brusquely. The next six strokes I aimed lower down than the previous six, but using the same force. Ignoring his little cries I examined the thin red marks in great detail.

"Well Ben, it's clear that the shorts do give some protection so you will only wear them when visiting the Headmaster." I ordered him to stand.

"Take off the shirt and tie!" I said, flexing the cane.

"I want to see you with nothing on! That's how you'll stay!" He obeyed and within a few seconds was completely naked again.

"Before your next session with a client Ben, I want to make sure you can do everything expected of a little cuntboy." I stroked his balls gently.

"I want that willy up again-come on , you've managed it once already!" I teased his small cock with my other hand. His penis stirred and rose slightly.

"You see Ben, it's getting bigger-and no injections either!" I said, smiling. If you can get it stiff now, I think a course of viagra will keep the clients very happy-especially the Headmaster!" At the mention of this name, I saw his willy start drooping rapidly. I sighed.

"Okay, we might as well start straight away." I went over to a cupboard and returned with some small pink tablets.

"Take these", I told him, handing him a glass of water.

"You take two of these three times a day and your cock will be sticking up like a flagpole!" I held his waist lightly.

"Another thing Ben. When you're with clients, I want you to flirt with them and be ready to do anything they ask." He looked at me with his big innocent eyes.

"Please sir, what does flirt mean sir?" I laughed and pulled him closer, my hands fondling his soft chubby buttocks.

"I mean Ben that you tease them a little and act like you're desperate to be fucked. Look I'll show you." I sat him on my lap.

"You put your head against the clients chest and let him cuddle you. If he wants to play with your willy, you open your legs wider-like so. If the client takes your hand and moves it to their privates, you slip your hand down their trousers-or up their dress if it's a lady-and play with them." I showed him carefully what to do. If the client plays with your bottom, you must wriggle a bit and smile nicely all the time. Usually they like to examine it and see how tight your bumhole is. If they stand you up, you lean forward, hands on your knees and stick your bum out-like that, yes. Look round and smile sweetly at them-that's right." I placed my hand on his head and pushed him gently down to his knees.

"If a lady or gentleman client shows that you should be down there it means they want you to use your mouth to make them happy. Some might allow you to use your hands as well, but many clients like to see a boy using only his mouth. " I stood him up.

"Sometimes there are other little boys and girls there and you might have to play with them as well." He looked up puzzled.

"The clients sometimes have several boys or even girls at the same time and they like to watch you do things to each other." I stroked his wavy hair.

"If you're lucky you'll be made to fuck each other. Some clients like to see you fighting. Some want to see the boys fuck the girls, others want the girls to tease the boys."

I looked at my watch. It was almost lunchtime.

"Right Ben. I have to go out for a while and while I'm away I want you to clean the room, then do a bit of exercise." I led him to a door, unlocked it and switched on the light. This was a small but well equipped gym. I showed him the equipment, the running machine, weight training apparatus and rowing machine and demonstrated how to use it all. I pointed to the clock.

"When I come back at six o'clock I want to see you covered in sweat from your exercises. When you hear me arrive you will take the little bat and ask me very nicely to warm your balls. You're seeing a client tonight so I don't want to thrash your bottom any more." I paused for a second.

"Remember what I said about a change in your behaviour Ben!

" I left him a few plates of cold meat and bread for his lunch, two viagra pills, a glass of water and went out.

It was almost half past six when I got back. I ran down to the gym and found Ben on the rowing machine, his thin arms trying to pull the seat forward. He saw me and jumped up, running to the table and picking up the small bat.

"P..please sir, w..will you warm my balls for me please sir?" I smiled as I saw the effort he'd put into this request.

"Oh of course I will Ben, if that's what you really want." The strenuous exercise had warmed him up and his testicles hung down, swinging freely between his legs. I prodded each small testicle in turn, pretending to examine them as I would a squash ball. "Okay Ben. Let's get you ready shall we." I swiftly secured his hands and then his legs with the separating rod. I didn't have much time so I gave him about thirty hard slaps, hardly allowing him time to get his breath back after each blow. He squirmed and cried his eyes out. I gave him a couple of injections, a quick drink with painkillers and a few more viagra tablets.

"Tonight Ben, you'll meet a very nice lady who's very interested in art," I said, untying him when his crying had ceased.

"She likes photographing boys and girls in funny positions so you have to do whatever she tells you!" I'd noticed it was quite cold outside so I gave him a small dressing gown to wear.

It was early in the morning when I picked him up. My colleague hauled him out of his car and into mine.

"Poor boy's exhausted!" he muttered as I closed the door.

"Did you get my message?" he asked anxiously.

"Yes," I replied, smiling.

"The Headmaster really has taken a shine to him, hasn't he!" He laughed.

"Well I promised the boy would be there just after lunch, in his school uniform-don't forget!"

"Don't worry, I'll meet you here at one o'clock." I said.

"I've started him on viagra, so that should please the Headmaster." I added, laughing.

Back at the house, I washed the small boy under the shower and gave him something to eat.

"So what did the lady do then?" I asked, examining his little penis and pulling the foreskin back.

"Sir, she took lots of photos sir." He replied, flinching slightly as I examined his uncovered glans. Pouring a glass of water, I made him take his viagra pills.

"What did you have to do?"

"She had some little girls there sir, and they had their photos taken as well sir, and she made my willy hard sir and I had to put it in their holes sir, then some men came sir and she told them to f..fuck me sir." I turned him round. His bumhole was red and sore. Wasting no time I sprayed it liberally and put him to bed.

"You can sleep for a little while now Ben, I have to wake you up in three hours." I switched off the light.

Late as usual, I woke Ben and thrust the little boy, half asleep into the shower. Drying him quickly, I dressed him in his uniform, Ben looked up, rubbing his eyes.

"You're going to stay with the Headmaster again." I said, grinning. His expression was a sight to behold, a mixture of horror, disbelief and dumb resignation. I handed him four pills and a glass of water.

"Take these Ben!" He obeyed, and I pulled his thin grey shorts up tightly. Smiling, I rubbed his little bulge.

"With the help of a small injection and these pills Ben, your willy will be pushing a hole through these shorts for the rest of the day.

"B..but sir, the Headmaster will..."

"Yes Ben, the Headmaster will be angry and he'll probably spend the rest of the day playing with your willy and caning you, and that will make him happy!" I stroked his hair and gave his buttocks a hug.

"Ben, don't forget that he can't fuck you and cane you at the same time. Try and flirt with him a bit, wriggle your bum and look sexy. It may save you from a beating." I picked up an envelope and the small wooden bat.

"Since you won't be back until tomorrow I've written another letter asking the Headmaster to warm your balls later today." He looked at me, devastated.

"If I were you Ben I should try to be very obedient today. The Headmaster sounded very angry with you on the phone!"

Half an hour later, I handed him over to my colleague.

"He's all ready." I said, preparing a syringe. Swiftly I gave him an injection in his penis.

"One should do it." I explained, shutting the door.

"He's had plenty of viagra and I don't want to exaggerate." I laughed.

"This Headmaster's going to be busy today!"

"Anything planned for the next few days?" he asked.

"No, I'm giving him a break for two or three days." I explained.

"My sister's coming to stay and she'll want some time with him!" I suddenly laughed.

"You met her a few years ago, don't you remember?" He chuckled.

"Oh yes, I remember! She's quite a disciplinarian as I remember."

"That's right, the boys really love her!" I said.

"Hard work, regular beatings, exercise, obedience tests, hygiene, cock and ball torture, anal examinations- and that's just the mornings!" I added jokingly. We chatted for a few more minutes before finally driving off.

When I picked Ben up the next morning I could see instantly that the Headmaster had been very busy. He didn't make a sound during the ride home apart from a few quiet squeals when we drove over bumps in the road. Back at the house I saw that his buttocks had been the focus of much attention.. There was not one place that wasn't bright red or bruised. After treating his scorched flesh and giving him a drink of orange juice, I discovered, on questioning him, that the Headmaster had not been the only teacher this time. Apparently he'd had a student teacher who'd assisted the Headmaster in his lessons. Having heard stories of the Headmaster's gay lover, I assumed it was the same man. Certainly Ben's small bumhole was red and sore from constant use.

"Was the Headmaster pleased to see you?" I asked, continuing my examination.

"A bit sir," he replied meekly.

"But my willy was sticking up sir, and the new teacher thought it was funny, but the Headmaster was angry sir." I told Ben to continue.

"He let the other teacher spank me but it wouldn't go down sir, so the Headmaster gave him a slipper to use." Ben looked up. He didn't spank very hard sir but then the Headmaster told me to take my shorts off and they examined my thing and the Headmaster showed him how to use the cane and he practised on me until my thing went down sir." He wiped a tear from his eye.

"Then they took me to the gym sir and I had to do exercises sir, then they made me lie over the big bench while they f..fucked me sir." His voice trembled.

"After my shower I had some lessons and the new teacher made me learn poems and say them but he kept putting his finger in my bottom sir and the Headmaster said I wasn't trying hard enough sir, so he caned me sir, then he made me bend over a desk and s..suck his thing while the new teacher caned me again sir, then..." I allowed him to continue for a while.

"So Ben, did you get some sleep this time?" I asked, rubbing a mild corticosteroid cream into his anus.

"No sir, sorry sir," he replied sleepily, flinching as I treated the worst bruises on his buttocks.

"The new teacher slept with us sir," he explained innocently.

"He kept playing with my willy sir and making it go hard, then he sucked it, then told the Headmaster and I had to fetch the cane sir!" He wept at the memory.

"The new teacher kept fucking me sir and then the Headmaster woke up and blamed me for making a lot of noise sir, so I had to go and get another cane, then he made me suck his thing sir while the new teacher fucked me.again" He looked so distraught at this and spilt his orange juice.

"He was angry with me because I didn't swallow everything sir, but it wasn't my fault - really sir. The other teacher was pushing so hard sir! They were both angry with me and they both gave me six really hard strokes each sir. Then I couldn't sleep because of the pain sir, and I was just falling asleep when the Headmaster said it was time to get up." Ben looked down and sobbed.

"He said I needed my balls warming before I left and he used your bat sir, and then his friend said he wanted a go so he did it as well sir!" I felt his little testicles and he flinched.

"So you got them warmed yesterday and again this morning did you?" I asked, preparing a syringe.

"Yes sir," I heard him say tearfully.

"Please sir, he read your note when I arrived and did it at lunchtime sir." I injected some antinflammatory drugs into his balls and wiped his eyes.

"Well Ben, you won't be going to the Headmaster's house for a little while. We have a visitor arriving the day after tomorrow and I want you here." I tousled the sleepy boy's hair and got him something to eat.

"As soon as you've finished eating, I want you on your bed ready for fucking!" I said smiling.

"Then you can sleep till the afternoon."

The next morning I was pleased to see that his behaviour had continued to improve. As soon as he'd had his shower and I'd tightened his ball ring, he asked me sweetly if he could 'warm my toast'. Tiring of his usual position, I tried something different. Lying him on his back I made him hold his legs up and wide apart while I paddled both his bottom and the insides of his thighs. Ignoring his crying I made him bring his knees up to his chest and hold them tightly with his hands.

"There, you see," I said, slipping a few pieces of toast between his thighs.

"I can warm my toast and play with your willy at the same time." I ran my finger over his anus, smiling as he shivered.

"I can keep an eye on your bumhole as well!" I added, laughing.

Most of the day I kept the boy extremely busy. Adjacent to the main chamber were several other rooms used only when visitors arrived. Not just spare bedrooms, but a smart living room, dining room, kitchen and various other rooms that I hardly ever used. I unlocked the doors and got him cleaning and polishing. Due to liberal application of sprays and creams, the bruises on his buttocks had disappeared by the evening and the continuous high doses of viagra meant his penis was almost always half erect. Taking him around the rooms I showed him how to pour drinks, lay the table, serve food and generally how to behave as a little slaveboy.

"Ben, the lady coming tomorrow will expect good behaviour and total obedience, do you understand?" Ben, nodded meekly.

"Yes sir." He replied, his naked body covered in a film of sweat from his work. This was the first day when I hadn't beaten him and I also gave him a break from his daily ball warming sessions. I smiled and tickled his balls lightly. His penis started to rise immediately.

"Good!" I said laughing.

"Just how it should be."

That evening I sat in one of the deep leather armchairs in front of the living room fire. A glass of brandy in my hand I smiled contentedly as the small panting boy straddling me moved himself up and down on my cock, his buttocks clenching and unclenching rythmically as he'd been shown. The feeling as his tight anus gripped my throbbing cock was amazing. His little willy flopped around, sometimes tickling me. Unable to hold back any longer, I came deep inside him but he didn't dare stop what he was doing until I ordered him off. He knelt between my legs and was soon busy sucking my now-soft cock, licking it clean and attempting to get it hard again. I stroked his head. He was learning. I took another sip and thought about tomorrow, suddenly shivering as his tongue found a particularly sensitive spot. Feeling myself getting hard again, I quietly ordered the boy back on top and closed my eyes.

Chapter Five

"Go to the living room and stand next to the couch!" I ordered as I went up the steps.

I returned a few minutes later with Sarah, my twin sister. Aware since a ridiculously young age that we shared the same fetishes, we had formed a bond long ago. Almost as tall as me, slim, long brown hair and eyes that always seemed to be smiling, this attractive lady would be taken for a loving aunt or kind teacher rather than the perverted and sadistic creature she actually was. We chatted for a few minutes as I showed the changes I'd made since her last visit.

"The boy's in there." I said, guiding her to the living room.

Ben was standing where I'd told him and looked up nervously as she entered. Sarah raised her hands.

"Oh George, he's gorgeous!" she exclaimed, running over to him. Taking his head she planted two kisses on his cheeks.

"Hello Ben" she said, stroking his hair.

"Your master's told me all about you but I didn't realise you were such a handsome little boy!" Ben looked at her with perhaps a flicker of hope in his eyes. Was this lady was going to be nice to him? Opening a bottle of wine, I poured two glasses on a tray and watched as Ben took it to my sister, his little hands trembling. I showed her the other rooms for a while before returning to the living room. Sarah sat on the couch and placed her large handbag next to her.

"Come here Ben and let me look at you." she said, smiling at him warmly.

Ben stood in front of her and I watched as as she inspected his clothes.

"My, what a smart uniform!" She ran her hands down his shirt and felt his tie.

"Lets take these off shall we?" she said, undoing the buttons. Within a few seconds she had his shirt and tie off and folded neatly. Holding him gently at the waist she turned him round, looking at his shorts, running her hand softly over his prominent buttocks, admiring them.

"You do have a big chubby bottom don't you? What nice shorts as well! They feel so soft. They must be very comfortable!" Turning her attention to the front of his shorts she pretended to be surprised.

"Oh Ben, what do we have here?" she asked, looking at his bulge. Ben turned bright red. He fidgeted slightly but kept his hands by his sides as I'd instructed. His embarrassment heightened as she stroked it lightly with the back of her hand. Despite his embarrasment, the effects of the drugs I'd given him made him react instantly. The bulge grew larger. Sarah laughed and ran her fingers over it.

"You've obviously got something here you want to show me, haven't you Ben" she said, smiling as she felt the growing hardness under his shorts.

"Well don't you think it's rude to keep a lady waiting?" She paused and tickled the outline of his balls.

"Slip your shorts off for me Ben!" she whispered, her eyes twinkling.

Ben stood transfixed, dimly aware of what my sister was saying but his acute embarrasment stopping his hands from moving. I spoke to him quietly but firmly.

"Take your shorts off this instant boy!" I looked at Sarah.

"Sorry Sarah. He doesn't usually hesitate in obeying orders." I paused.

"He'll be caned of course." Sarah looked at me and grinned. Ben took off the shorts and held them nervously in his hand.

"Let me take those" said Sarah, folding them neatly and putting them on the floor. Ben's face turned an even deeper shade of scarlet as she now turned her full attention to his little genitals.

"Oh Ben, what a beautiful little willy you've got!" she cried, holding it gently. With her other hand she tickled his balls.

"Come on Ben, show Auntie Sarah what a big boy you are. I know boys love showing off!"

The combination of drugs and my sister's caresses made his erection grow until his penis was sticking almost straight up. Ben looked down in amazement as Sarah ran her fingers along its length.

"What a lovely erection you have Ben! Let's just get this back shall we?" she said, slowly pulling his foreskin all the way back. Ben squirmed and whimpered but stood still.

"I like to see everything a boy has!" Lightly stroking him under the glans to keep him as hard as possible, she now pretended to notice his balls for the first time. His proximity to the fire kept his testicles hanging down loosely.

"What nice little balls you have Ben," she whispered, examining for a second his ball ring.

"They feel so cute, like little acorns." She squeezed them slightly making him whimper.

"Your master told me that he warms them for you every day. Is that right Ben?" Ben looked down, his balls held firmly in her hand.

"Y..yes Miss." He whispered sadly.

"How does he do that Ben?" she asked, her other hand keeping him erect.

"W..with a table tennis bat Miss" Sarah pretended to be shocked.

"Oh George how could you?" she said, winking at me.

"Ben, your master is absolutely right to warm your balls every day, but with a ping pong bat....really!"

She let go of his balls and stroked his thigh.

"Ben, while I'm staying here your master has asked me to look after you. I can promise you that I will not allow anyone to use a pingpong bat while I'm here!" I smiled, guessing what would happen next. She opened her bag and took out a long wooden spoon. "Now Ben, this is what I will use to warm your lovely little balls!" Placing it between his legs, she lifted each testicle in turn.

"This is much more precise Ben! It allows me to concentrate on warming each ball individually. Furthermore, I don't like the position your master makes you adopt. I prefer your balls to be facing up-here, I'll show you!" To Ben's dismay she made him lie on his back at her feet and bring his knees up to his chest. Opening his legs a little she reached betweeen his thighs and pulled his balls upwards while ordering him to close his legs and keep them held tight against him. In this position his testicles were held firmly in position jutting out between his thighs. I laughed.

"Why that's the position I used this morning for warming my toast!" Sarah smiled and bounced the spoon lightly on his tight little balls.

"Oh Ben, I adore hot toast. Could you warm some for me tomorrow?" Ben's plaintive high pitched voice came from behind his knees.

"Y..yes Miss."

Running her hand down from his balls, she tickled him between his buttocks.

"Why Ben, I just realised. You haven't shown me your little hole yet. Let's have a look shall we?!" Reminding him to stay in the same position, she slid a cushion under his lower back so his buttocks were more accessible. Smiling at me, she licked a finger and started to play with his bumhole.

"I do hope you keep your hole nice and clean Ben," she said quietly.

"You'll find that I'm very fussy about things like that!" She turned to me.

"George, do you have that collection of vibrating butt-plugs still?" I nodded.

"I've got a new inflatable one as well." I added.

"Oh excellent!" she said, starting to slide her finger deeper.

"I know he's too young to ejaculate sperm, but I want to start stimulating his prostate. It's amazing what even a young boy can produce you know!" She withdrew her finger and examined it closely.

"Mmmm, not too bad, but I want to see even cleaner in future!"

She allowed him up and he stood nervously before her while she continued to examine his young body. I stood up.

"I think lunch should be cooked by now Sarah. Shall we go to the dining room?"

"Oh do let's!" she replied, giggling, one hand still between Ben's legs.

"I'm so hungry." I slapped my head.

"Sorry, I just remembered. I have to cane Ben for his behaviour earlier." I looked at the little boy, not daring to move with my sister's fingers firmly round one of his testicles.

"Ben fetch the small cane!"

He returned in a few seconds, his shaking hands holding the thin yellow rattan cane. With Sarah watching him intently, I ordered him to bend over and touch his toes.

"Ben, we're both hungry so I'm not going to waste any time with you. For hesitating in obeying an order you're going to receive six strokes." I had an idea.

"Sarah, perhaps you should cane him." She smiled and sipped her wine.

"Okay." she said, putting her glass down. I ordered Ben to stand up and gave him the cane.

"Go and say sorry to Miss Sarah and ask her very politely to cane your bottom!" Ben approached her slowly.

"Please Miss, I....I'm sorry for being naughty and please will you cane me please Miss?" Sarah took the cane and stroked his hair.

"Okay Ben, I'll cane your bottom for you, but I do insist on you respecting certain traditions of mine." She tapped his shrunken willy with the cane.

"Firstly, I want your foreskin pulled back during the punishment."

She turned to me.

"George, do you have any small cockrings?" I went to the next room and returned with a small rubber ring. Ignoring his whimpers, she slid the tight ring onto his tiny willy and pushed it up, pulling back his foreskin in the process. Ben squirmed and started to cry. Sarah looked at him in surprise.

"Ben, I will not allow any crying during a caning. You should be use to it by now." Ben looked up through tears.

"Please miss, it's hurting my willy Miss." He blubbed, wriggling. Sarah looked at him, shaking her head.

"Ben, you're about to be caned. Your foreskin is held back and right now all I'm interested in is your bottom. The fact that your willy hurts is not important. Kindly bend over and be quiet!" Ben gulped back his tears and touched his toes. Sarah wasn't happy with this and spent a minute changing his position until he had his hands on his knees, back curved and head higher.

"That's better isn't it?" she said, stroking his back.

"I don't like your buttocks pulled so tight. I much prefer them soft and bouncy. I also like your head up" She flicked his leg with the cane.

"Legs open a little more." She patted his head.

"Turn your head round and look at me Ben!" she commanded.

"I like to see your face while I'm beating you!" Sarah must have been very hungry, for she applied the cane very fast. I heard six sharp cracks and saw Ben's face screw up in agony.

"Stay very quiet Ben! I don't want to hear a sound!" Ben stayed bending over while Sarah examined the six thin red lines spread across his buttocks.

I took her to the dining room and brought in the roast chicken and the rest of the meal. Ordering Ben about, I'm sure he soon forgot the six weals spanning his buttocks. Having served the dinner, I saw Sarah take Ben and gently remove his cock ring. With an embarrassed grin, she pushed him under the table.

"Come on Ben, under my dress-get to work!" she whispered, leaning back. From her expression I could see that Ben had learnt a thing or two in his appointments with the lady clients. Sarah sat up very straight but soon started to shudder.

"Ben you really know just where to put your tongue don't you!" she said, her voice wavering.

I smiled as I eat my lunch. Sarah eat slowly, her eyes glazed as Ben's hands and tongue worked their magic. I was sure she'd had at least three orgasms by the time she'd finished the first course. Leaning back she sighed.

"That was excellent George. I must come again soon." I laughed at her joke.

Ben appeared from under the table, his face red from exertion. Sarah looked at him in surprise.

"Hello Ben. I don't remember giving you permission to get up!" Her voice was friendly but there was something in her expression that scared Ben.

""S..sorry Miss." he said, starting to go back under the table. Sarah looked at me and smiled.

"Cheeky little boy isn't he." she said, pouring another glass of wine. She was clearly a little 'merry'.

"Ben!" she called, lifting the edge of the table cloth.

"Come here darling!" Ben cawled out from under the table and stood up, hands by his sides, a worried look in his eyes. Sarah, pulled him close and kissed his nose.

"I think that your bottom needs another visit from Mr Cane, doesn't it?" she said, giving him a hug. She took his balls in her hand.

"But first I think we have to do something about these things here. I know your master makes you wear a ball ring, but I don't believe that's sufficient. From now on I want your genitals kept in harness."

Poor Ben didn't have a clue what she was talking about. I served dessert, then brought a small box from the other room and put it on the table in front of her. She rummaged about and withdrew two rubber rings. I laughed, knowing what she planned to do. The room was warm so Ben's testicles still hung loosely between his legs. Sarah placed her fingers around Ben's right testicle and squeezed it gently, separating it from the other. Quickly she snapped one of the rings over it. Ben squealed loudly.

"Oh do be quiet Ben!" she said, feeling for the other testicle. Ben started crying as she picked up the other ring and backed away.

"Miss, it's so tight miss, please miss!" he wailed. Sarah looked shocked but not angry.

"Ben, separating your testicles is very important for discipline. All boys I visit have to be put into harness. Now come here!" Ben obyed and she snapped the other ring over his left ball, ignoring his high pitched yelp. The rings separated his two balls very well and held them tightly. Finally, she replaced his cock-ring, pulling his foreskin back as far as possible.

Ben's lip quivered and tears ran down his cheeks. Taking a plastic clip, she attached the cock ring to his genital ring ensuring that it couldn't slip back down his penis. Sarah took a mouthful of dessert and looked at Ben.

"That's how I want you from now on Ben." She said after a few seconds.

"One more thing though." She tickled his shrivelled penis.

"I want your willy sticking up all the time. Come on Ben-up now!" She stroked his balls while speaking, trying to stimulate him. Despite his discomfort, the huge quantity of viagra I'd given him soon had him erect.

"Good boy, now keep it like that!" she ordered, caressing his erection.

Moving to the living room again, I told Ben to clear the table and wash up in the kitchen.

"You can eat what's left on the plates Ben." I said kindly.

"But I want you back here in twenty minutes." I grinned at Sarah who was flexing the cane in her hands and giggling. She'd had rather a lot to drink and her eyes were sparkling.

"Oh George, he's marvellous! I do hope you let him sleep with me tonight!" she laughed. I assured her that she could do what she liked for the next few days. I had to be at work in the morning and would be busy until the weekend. She swished the cane through the air and smiled playfully.

"He seems to be taking a long time to wash up George!"

"The boy's only eleven years old." I said, pouring us both a brandy.

"He's never had to wash up before." Sarah raised the cane and brought it down hard on one of the cushions. She was just about to say something when there was a loud sound from the kitchen. I went to see what had happened. Ben was standing on a chair in front of the sink, the remains of two smashed wine glasses on the floor. Quickly I told Ben not to get down. He had nothing on his feet.

"Finish washing up Ben." I said, sweeping up the glass.

"Miss Sarah is waiting for you." Ben looked at me, his eyes shining with tears.

"Sorry sir, please sir they fell off the sink sir, I tried...." I stopped him.

"Ben, just do what I said and come into the living room!"

Five minutes later he entered the room looking nervously at me then at Sarah. I stood up.

"I've just remembered a phone call I have to make. I'll only be five minutes." Sarah looked up sleepily and grinned. The call took a bit longer than expected and I was surprised at the silence when I returned. I laughed. Ben had obviously been ordered to prepare himself for punishment and was bending over in the middle of the room. Sarah was fast asleep on the couch, the cane on her lap. I gently shook her awake.

"Sarah, why don't you go and have a sleep for a few hours." I nodded at Ben.

"I'll deal with Ben if you like." She got up and walked to the door.

"Oh no George, he can wait for a couple of hours. Could you send him to wake me in about two hours please?" She smiled at Ben.

"I told him to bend over and was just sitting admiring his lovely bottom when I dozed off."

"Well you go and get some sleep. I just have to chastise him for breaking the wine glasses, then he's going to the gym." Sarah left and went to her room.

Turning to Ben, who hadn't dared move without being told, I picked up the leather tawse I'd brought with me.

"Stand up Ben!" The small boy obeyed and faced me, hands by his sides.

"Ben, you broke two glasses. I don't want it to happen again-understand?"

"Yes sir, sorry sir," he replied softly.

"Hold out your hand!" He lifted his hand, palm facing up, looking puzzled. For the next few days, only Miss Sarah will beat your bottom." I announced. I cracked the tawse down hard across his palm. Ben yelled and held his hand against him. I ordered him to keep his hand still and gave him two more lashes.

"Now the other one Ben!" I said quietly as the sobbing child nursed his sore hand. The last three were given in quick succession.

"Next time you're careless and break something Ben, I'll give you six on each hand! Now go to the gym and start running!"

I left him for about half an hour. When I went to see how he was getting on I was impressed. Covered in sweat he'd done about five miles on the machine but was beginning to tire. I switched off the machine and examined him. His genital harness was still firmly in place and he winced as I tested it was tight enough.

"Miss Sarah really does like your balls, doesn't she?" I said, admiring how each testicle was held tightly and stuck out so prominently. I laughed and felt them gently.

"She'll soon find out which one is the most sensitive!" I looked at his small willy.

"We'd better get that nice and stiff before you go to her room!"

Feeling his little privates had made me horny and I kissed his sweaty forehead and sat down on the small vaulting horse.

"Get to work Ben!" I ordered, unzipping my trousers. I looked at my watch and smiled.

"If I don't come in five minutes, I'll use the tawse on those lovely balls!" As he took me in his mouth and caressed me with his small hands, I made a mental note to tie his hands next time to make it more difficult. His private tutoring with the Headmaster had clearly paid dividends and I came after a few minutes, filling his little mouth with cum. I watched as Ben licked me clean, popping my flaccid cock back in his mouth in case I wanted 'seconds'. I let him continue for a while until I felt myself getting hard again. I stroked his hair.

"Go to your bedroom and get your hole ready." I said quietly.

"I'll be along in a minute."

One hour later, I took Ben from the shower and checked his harness.

"When you go to Miss Sarah's room, I want you to stand next to her bed and wake her up very gently." I explained.

"Your willy will be hard and you'll hold the cane in your hands. Do exactly what she tells you!" I took him to the other room and gave him a quick injection in his penis.

"With all the viagra in you, this should be quite enough to give her a nice surprise." I said, laughing. I waited a few minutes till his willy was sticking up.

"Feels as hard as iron." I said, giving it a quick squeeze. Taking him to the bedroom door, I gave him the cane to hold and patted his large bottom.

"You know very well this is the lightest cane Ben so don't make a fuss-or you'll find yourself over the punishment bench again!" Ben looked up with frightened eyes at the memory of the last time he'd been 'severely' punished over the bench. I opened the door and pushed him inside.

Listening for signs that my sister was awake, I heard a yawn followed by a low squeal of delight. There was silence for a few minutes, then the telltale hiss-crack of a cane being used. I smiled and went to wait in the living room. Thirty minutes later, my sister appeared, obviously refreshed and with a broad grin on her face. She had the cane in her hand and had clearly enjoyed using it. Ben followed meekly behind her, his face flushed, his willy at half mast.

"Oh George, what a lovely surprise!" exclaimed Sarah, sitting down.

"Thank you so much!" She took Ben gently by the arm and turned him round so I could see his bottom.

"I gave him six of the best when I woke up, just to put me in the mood." She explained, tracing the thin weals.

"Then I kept him busy with that 'monster' of his." she continued, stroking his willy.

"I think I came as soon as I saw it!" I laughed.

"I gave him another six afterwards as well."

We chatted for a while, then I turned to Ben.

"Ben, go to the toilet, then wash yourself . I think it's nearly time to have your balls warmed." Ben looked at me in dismay, tears already forming. He seemed as though he would say something but obviously thought better of it and ran to the bathroom. While he was gone I made a cup of tea and talked to Sarah about the next day.

"I have to go in to the office tomorrow, so you'll have him all to yourself." I said. perhaps you could get me an invite to the little soiree you told me the Headmaster's organising." She said.

"Shouldn't be a problem." I said.

Ben came in the room, a frightened look on his face. Sarah drew him gently to her and sat him on her lap.

"Well, is my lovely little boy going to let me warm his little balls for him then?" she asked, giving him a hug.

"Answer Miss Sarah!" I ordered sharply.

"Yes Miss," I heard a little voice say. She pointed to her handbag.

"Go and bring me my wooden spoon then and we'll get started." Ben obeyed and handed her the spoon. He broke into floods of tears.

"Please Miss, I'll be good miss, please don't warm my balls miss! It hurts so much!" He buried his face in her lap and sobbed. Sarah looked at me, a little annoyed.

"I thought you'd trained him George. What on earth is all this?"

I looked at Ben crying his eyes out.

"Sorry, I guess I wasn't strict enough after all." I picked up the cane and bent it.

"I didn't beat him at all yesterday and let him off having his balls warmed. I see now that was a big mistake." I stood up and lifted Ben to his feet.

"Bend over and touch your toes Ben!" I ordered angrily, pushing him to the centre of the room. Ben did as I asked, perhaps hoping that the caning was in place of his ball warming. I was soon to prove him wrong!

"Ben, I'm disgusted with your behaviour! The only reason I'm not using the other cane is because you're seeing the Headmaster on Monday and I don't want your buttocks bruised." I gave him six hard strokes then pushed the blubbing boy back to my sister.

Sarah smiled at Ben holding his backside and wriggling.

"Wait a minute Sarah," I said, fetching the aerosol. I sprayed his buttocks and explained.

"This will have his backside lily white again by tomorrow." Sarah looked irritated and wasted no time in ordering Ben to lie down at her feet and assume the correct position.

"I know it hurts Ben," she said.

"But that's the whole point!" She bounced the spoon up and down on his left testicle while he whimpered.

"Your master has already explained that it increases your pain threshold which is very important!" She turned her attention to the other testicle.

"It also instills discipline!" She tapped his testicle harder with the spoon.

"But most important Ben, I'm warming your balls because I enjoy doing it and that's enough!" With that, she raised the spoon and brought it down hard on one of his balls. Ben screamed in agony and held his legs tight to his chest, knowing that if he didn't stay still, the consequences would be unthinkable! A few more blows and the poor boy was crying his eyes out, yelling in pain as Sarah concentrated on his left testicle. I saw Sarah reach down and poke his little bumhole, now as sweaty as the rest of him.

"Can you pass me that big butt-plug?" she asked, pointing to the box I'd brought in earlier. I passed it to her and watched as she smeared lubricant over it."Might as well stick this in while I'm here!" she muttered.

Ben's attention was momentarily distracted when Sarah pushed the black vibrating butt-plug hard into his tight anus. She pressed the small button and laughed.

"I wonder what he thinks of that!" Ben had only seconds to think before the spoon continued its hard attacks on his testicle. Sarah paused.

"You know George, I think I'll leave his other ball till tomorrow. I considered her plan.

"He didn't have his balls warmed yesterday and he's behaved very badly today. I think another ten hard smacks with the spoon!" Sarah grunted her agreement and gave Ben's left ball her full attention. I prepared his usual anti-inflammatory shot and injected it deep into his scrotum, then pulled him to his feet.

"Ben I have to leave early tomorrow so I won't have time for breakfast. Miss Sarah will stay in bed so you go straight to her and show her exactly how you keep the toast warm." I wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Don't forget that Miss Sarah hasn't warmed your other testicle yet, so do remind her!" I spoke quietly.

"I'm very disappointed by your behaviour Ben. You know very well that you deserve a far more severe punishment than the caning I just gave you"

I lifted his chin and looked in his eyes.

"I intend to write to the Headmaster on Monday asking him to birch you!" Sarah looked surprised and grinned. Ben hadn't a clue what I meant, but the tone of my voice told him it was very serious.

"I don't enjoy administering this punishment myself and I know the Headmaster uses it very occasionally-but only when requested. Since we have no appointments until the following weekend, I think Tuesday morning would be ideal." I looked at Sarah.

"That should give just enough time for his skin to heal." Sarah looked thoughtful.

"But if he's spent a whole day with the Headmaster before the birching, his buttocks will be bruised already, so it may take longer to heal!" I shook my head.

"Not necessarily. I asked him to birch a boy last year-little Nicholas-remember?" Sarah nodded and smiled as she recalled the small boy who she'd first met being carried screaming to the punishment bench.

"Oh yes, stubborn little thing wasn't he!" I laughed.

"Well, I asked the Headmaster how he'd do it. He simply uses the cane only on the lower part of the buttocks, inner thighs and back of the legs, and then birches the top of the boy's bum and a bit on his back." I patted Ben's head.

"I think Ben would benefit from it, I really do!" Sarah pulled Ben to her and kissed him, her hand cradling his sore little balls.

"George, I agree that he needs firmness but the birch is just...well, too savage!" She held Ben's right testicle between her fingers.

"The birch leaves such awful cuts all over the skin. Say you get a client asking for him at short notice!" She placed her other hand on his bottom and felt the butt-plug, humming inside him.

"Let me deal with him tomorrow and then allow me to decide if he should be birched or not-please!" Sarah smiled, tightening her grip on Ben's testicle. I agreed to her request, knowing that my sister wouldn't hesitate to have him birched if she thought it might do him good.

That evening I showed Sarah where I kept Ben at night. I agreed to her having Ben in her room till it was late but only if she promised to secure him to his bed later.

"No problem George, I'll make sure the chains are on," she assured me.

"I'd like him to sleep with the vibrator in though." I went to bed early leaving them together.

Chapter Six

"Come on, wake up Ben!" I ordered, tickling his balls to get his attention.

"I've got to leave soon and I need a fuck before I go!" I pulled the butt-plug out and slapped his bum till he got it in the right position.

"I'll put some toast on a plate just before I leave." I told the sleepy boy as I fucked him slowly.

"You take it to Miss Sarah with the paddle and when she's ready, you show her exactly how you warm it-understand?"

"Yes sir" I heard a little voice reply. I needn't have bothered. Sarah knew exactly what to do, but we were interested to see how he behaved.

"After breakfast, you wash up, then remind Miss Sarah to warm your right testicle!" Gripping him hard, I came inside him and picked up my shaver while he turned round and sucked me clean.

"Don't forget to shower!" I called, walking out of the door.

I din't hear any noise when I returned later in the day, but as I descended the steps I realised they were in the gym with the door closed. I looked in and started to laugh. Ben was on the jogging machine, running like crazy but with his legs further apart than normal making him look very funny. I saw why. A cord was tied round each testicle with one of my metal weights swinging at the other end. His penis was sticking up more erect than usual, no doubt due to one or more injections. Just poking out of his bumhole was the tip of a pink vibrator. He must have to keep his buttocks clenched tightly to keep it in, I thought. Sarah was standing at the side, tapping his bottom lightly with the paddle and occasionally giving his willy a squeeze.

"Come on Ben, I think you can go another ten minutes- a bit faster please!" She felt his two balls, pulled down hard by the weights.

"Perhaps my wooden spoon would help!" This made Ben run faster immediately. She tapped the end of the vibrator.

"Make sure you keep this in as well." She looked at the electronic controls.

"I'm going to talk with your master. If you slow down at all, I'll know about it from these dials and warm your little balls again!"

She told me about her day.

"He's been very well behaved. Woke me up, spent half an hour under the sheets with me doing things a gynacologist would never do!" she laughed.

"He was embarrassed about showing me how to warm the toast, but I chose that same position. Very useful-toast gets warmed between his plump thighs and his buttocks are two hotplates!" I laughed at her description.

"He washed up, not too well-I made him do it all a second time. He was so sorry about it that I didn't chastise him. I thought I'd give him another chance." I shook my head.

"Not a good idea Sarah. He's been shown what to do. If you let him off, he won't learn!" She sighed.

"I guess you're right. I'll deal with him later." She continued.

"Anyway, after that I left him in the kitchen, sat down to read a magazine and waited. I knew he'd finished and the poor boy spent about fifteen minutes plucking up the courage before he came and asked me to warm his other ball." She grinned at the memory.

"He was so nervous!" I looked serious.

"Sarah, he shouldn't have hesitated at all! I hope you punished him for not asking you immediately."

"No, not really. I gave his right ball about twenty smacks, then set him to work cleaning the place." I looked round. The room certainly was tidy.

"Well, I'm going to give him the tawse across his hands for wasting time in the kitchen, but you really should cane him hard Sarah," I said.

"He'll get into bad habits otherwise!"

" Yes, you're right. I'll let him have a shower, bring him to you for the tawse, then whack his backside."

"That's the spirit!" I said smiling.

I changed the subject.

"What did you do with him in the afternoon?" Sarah smiled, a little embarrassed.

"Well, I was sleepy so I had a nap and allowed him to go with me." She chuckled.

"When I woke up, he had an erection, so I spent some time examining exactly what he could do. I had to calm him a little, but the viagra you've been giving him certainly is amazing! He had a little orgasm, and immediately looked so worried because he ejaculated all over me

"So is this all due to your vibrators?" I asked.

"Absolutely. His testicles can't make sperm yet but you can make his prostate produce lots of delicious juice!" I laughed at her as she licked her lips.

"You know I love young boys juice. Remember when we were young, every night you and I...."

"Yes, I remember," I said hurriedly, a bit embarrassed.

Sarah looked at her watch..

"Poor Ben, he must be exhausted. I'll just go and put him in the shower." I poured a drink and sat down, reading the paper. They came twenty minutes later. I was surprised to see she'd left the weights attached to his balls. His willy was still erect but less than before. I noticed at least she'd removed his vibrator. Ben looked completely exhausted and tears ran down his cheeks. Sarah explained.

"I told him why he has to be punished so he has no reason to cry. Frankly George, I'm starting to think you were right about having him birched!" I laughed and picked up the tawse.

"Hold out your hand Ben!" Ben obeyed, his sobbing growing louder. By the third lash of the tawse the boy was having problems keeping his left hand still and I had to wait a while for him to hold it steady. After six on one hand he looked at me in disbelief as I told him he would have six on the other hand.

Sarah looked at his palm and whistled softly.

"I didn't know the tawse could do so much damage." She exclaimed, examining the swollen skin. Kneeling down, she gripped his balls firmly.

"Keep your hand still Ben, very still!" The snivelling boy got the message and held his palm steady for all six lashes. I allowed Sarah to take him to the bathroom where she held his hands under cold water for a while.

"There there Ben, don't cry so much," she said, bringing him back. She sat down and held his wrists gently.

"Will you pay more attention next time you wash up now?" she asked quietly.

"Yes Miss-I promise!" Ben replied, sniffing back his tears. Sarah smiled sweetly.

"There's also the matter of your wasting time afterwards Ben. You should have come straight back to have your ball warmed, but you didn't, did you?" Ben looked down, the picture of misery.

"Please miss, I'm sorry miss, I really am miss.." he started. Sarah put her finger to her lips.

"I know you're sorry Ben, but your master thinks you must be punished and I agree with him" She let go of his hands.

"I think I left the cane in the bedroom. Go and fetch it please!" Ben ran off to get it, keeping his legs well apart so the weights wouldn't swing against his legs and hurt his balls even more. We laughed at the spectacle.

Suddenly the phone rang in the other room. When I came back, looking very thoughtful, I was entertained by the sight of Ben's large backside seeming to dominate the centre of the room while Sarah, her face flushed and eyes sparkling, laid the twelfth stroke across it.

"This cane is simply marvellous George." she said, running the tip of it down between Ben's sore buttocks.

"Stings like crazy but doesn't bruise, and leaves his bum ready for another whacking after only a few hours! Ben, you just stay like that until I tell you to move-and no snivelling!"

"Yes, you should have seen his backside the first day!" I said.

" I used my standard school cane on him. Nearly as many bruises as the Headmaster gives him!"

I explained about the phone call.

"Something's come up. My colleague has asked me if I could help one of our clients. Apparently the client had to go abroad in a hurry and can't take the kid. He's got the kid in his car about thirty minutes away."

"Well off you go then." She said, grinning, looking lustfully at Ben's red buttocks.

"I'm so desperate, if I don't get that tongue of his busy soon, I'll go mad!" She flicked him with the cane, ordering him to stick his bum out more.

"I think I'll just give him a few more, then he can come to my room and play!" Smiling, I went out, listening to the swish-crack of the cane as she sought out fresh territory.

It was early evening when I came back. I could hear noise coming from the living room. Sarah was sitting with Ben on her lap and was slowly masturbating him. They looked up as I entered, their eyes on the small figure at my side. Sarah's mouth fell open. "A girl?" she asked in amazement. I nodded.

"I'm as surprised as you. Her name's Penny, eleven years old-like Ben, and she'll be staying with us for at least the next few weeks, until I decide what to do with her."

I looked down at the little girl, wrapped tightly in a large fur coat.

"Right girl, let's get your coat off. It's warm down here." I took her coat off and was surprised to see that she was wearing a thin blue dress with white socks and smart looking shoes. The girl looked around her nervously. Not quite as tall as Ben, she was however rather plump. I coughed and looked at Sarah.

"Penny, take off your dress please and fold it up neatly." She looked at me, blinking her eyes.

"Sir?" I sighed.

"Penny, we don't allow children to wear clothes here. I want you naked-like Ben there." She looked at Ben's erection and her mouth opened.

"But sir, my mistress allows me to wear this." I groaned. A mistress! Rather irritated, I looked at her sternly.

"Penny, I am your new master, as from now. Take that dress off!" She slowly pulled it off over her head and folded it up, before handing it to me.

Ben and Sarah watched, transfixed. Her shoes and socks were removed, leaving her only in a short white blouse and a pair of sweet light blue knickers. I was pleased to see that her bum was even bigger than Ben's. From the look of her blouse, she seemed rather well developed for a young girl. There was a short silence.

"Take off your blouse Penny!" The little girl pulled it off carefully, her face reddening with embarrassment. We all gazed in wonder at her small but well developed breasts. Sarah laughed.

"Her mistress has used one of those special hormone drugs on her," she explained.

"They make the breasts grow without affecting the rest of the body."

I chuckled.

"Well, we'll soon find out." Penny looked as though she was going to cry any second. I smiled at her and winked.

"Get those knickers off girl! Show everybody your pussy!" Penny gasped and stepped back shaking her head, her hands going to the top of her knickers.

"No sir, not my knickers as well!" I was stunned.

Sarah stood up and addressed the girl in icy tones.

"How dare you speak to your master like that! Hand me those knickers now!" Petrified by Sarah's tone, the girl slid her knickers off and handed them over.

"Keep those hands by your sides!" I heard Sarah order, as the small girl instinctively covered herself. I knelt down and examined her closely. I held her little breasts as she sobbed quietly. Sarah joined me.

"Look at those nipples!" I said in admiration. Sarah grinned.

"I saw a box of nipple clamps somewhere." she said.

"We'll have fun later!" I reached down and gently stroked the girls smooth pussy.

"Have you been fucked yet?" I asked quietly. The girl looked down in dismay, tears dropping on the floor.

"No sir, not there sir." She answered, her voice shaking. My hand crept round to her plump thighs and up between her two firm buttocks.

"What about here?" I asked, easing her cheeks apart and touching her bumhole.

"Yes sir, once sir." She said sadly. I stood up and rubbed my hands.

"Right, I don't know about you Sarah, but I'm starving. If you and Ben could get dinner ready, I'll just go and put Penny here on the punishment bench." I took the child by the arm.

"Penny, you've obviously got into bad habits, so I have to start training you from scratch."

I guided her into the large inner chamber.

"Over here is the punishment bench and you go on top-like this." I lifted her easily onto it and swiftly secured her firmly to the contraption. Ignoring her sobs, I adjusted her until she was in almost the same position as Ben had experienced, but with her legs separated even more, allowing access to her pussy. The narrower support under her tummy meant her small breasts hung free. By this time the girl was begging me to untie her and sobbing almost hysterically. I ignored her entreaties and stroked her inner thigh, moving my hand slowly up to her tight young pussy, now covered in sweat.

"Silence please!" I said, quietly. She grew quiet, trying to turn her head, but was held completely immobile by numerous straps.

"Thank you so much!" I chuckled sarcastically.

"Now Penny, I'm going to have my dinner now, and when I come back I intend to whip, paddle and cane you. It will be extremely painful but you need it! Afterwards, we're going to examine all your little holes and get you ready for fucking." She moaned and the sobbing started again.

"Miss Sarah will be in charge of your more intimate punishments." I heard Sarah calling me.

"See you in thirty minutes!" I said cheerfully as I went to dinner.

Having left Ben to wash up we came back, Sarah sipping a large brandy. The girl was quiet now but moved as she heard us enter.

"Look at that backside!" I said, slapping her left buttock playfully. Sarah laughed.

"Do you want to start or shall I?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Tell you what, why don't you start with the paddle while I go and find those toys you mentioned." I suggested.

"There's a whole load of nipple and pussy clamps somewhere." We heard a pathetic little voice.

"Sir, please can I go to the toilet sir. I have to go really badly sir!" I smiled.

"Penny, you are not allowed to talk without permission. I'm not interested in what you want. If you dare to pee during your punishment session you'll be punished in an appropriate way!" I looked at Sarah who giggled. Penny started to cry and squirmed under the straps.

I had to spend about ten minutes finding the clamps in another room but I heard the sharp slaps of the paddle and howls of pain echoing down the corridor. Bringing the box back I saw Sarah applying the paddle hard and fast to the girls thighs. I stopped and saw a puddle under the table.

"Why can't kids control their bladders?" I groaned. Sarah smiled grimly.

"Not only that George, she's quite smelly. I think she should have a shower before continuing." I agreed and helped Sarah undo the straps.

"Clean up your mess!" I told the sobbing girl, handing her some large paper towels. She obeyed, wriggling as her sore thighs rubbed together. I went to the bathroom and watched as Sarah washed the girl thoroughly all over.

Back in the main room, Ben was standing quietly by the door.

"Please sir, I've finished washing up and I've cleaned the kitchen." he said meekly, his head bowed. I lifted Penny over the bench and started to strap her in.

"You are a good boy!" said Sarah, taking him in her arms. She looked down at his balls.

"Come on Ben, you've had these weights on for long enough!" she said, untying them.

"The rings stay on though!" she said warningly.

"I like your testicles to be well separated." She pointed to the door and patted his bottom.

"You need your balls warming before bed. Go to the living room!". Ben looked as if he would burst into tears but dutifully obeyed her. She licked her lips.

"I'll just go and deal with Ben," she said, as I pulled the last strap tight.

"Have fun!" I ran my hand down the young girl's back and up over her buttocks. She trembled as I moved my hand further down to her privates.

"Please sir, please don't.."

I slapped her bum hard and she squealed.

"Penny, I've already told you about talking." I went to the desk at the top of the bench and took the old school cane from the drawer. Penny's eyes widened in horror.

"Please sir, not the cane sir..please sir!" she sobbed.

"The cane's for boys sir, not for girls. My mistress told me..."

"Be quiet!" I shouted angrily.

"For talking, you will receive six strokes." I wasted no more time but proceeded to thrash her large buttocks." I put the cane back and ignored her silly screams of pain.

"This should give you something to think about while I'm examining you." I said, picking up some fierce looking nipple clips. I felt her breasts. The nipples were hard and I snapped the clips into place enjoying the look of surprise and pain on her face. Turning my attention to her pussy, I explored it carefully with my fingers and started to probe deeper. The girl gasped as I entered her and I felt her tense.

"No sir...plese sir no!" she whined between sobs.

I stopped what I was doing and picked up the small whip. Similar to a french martinet it had a short wooden handle to which were attached ten thin leather cords. I'd found it only recently and had meant to try it on Ben first.

"You know what I told you girl!" I said coldly. I stood behind her and dangled the cords of the whip so they tickled her pussy. Taking aim, I lashed it down hard down the deep divide between her buttocks. She screamed and tried to twist but her restraints held her firmly. Grabbing one of her chubby buttocks, I pulled it to one side, exposing her tight pink bumhole.

Hearing footsteps I saw Sarah enter.

"Look what I've found!" I called, laughing. Sarah watched as I whipped the girl several times deep between her buttocks. Sarah looked on in amazement.

"Oh George, I have to try this on Ben tomorrow!" I paused.

"Where is he?" I asked.

"He's in the living room, waiting for me to come and warm his other ball," she explained. I let go of the girl's buttock and stood back a little further. The next few lashes fell on the girl's smooth pussy making her screaming reach a higher pitch. I saw Sarah rummaging about in the box.

"Here they are! I knew they'd still be here!" I heard her cry. Sarah held up a handful of what looked like crocodile clips. I suddenly remembered.

"You've found the old clitoris clips!" I exclaimed.

"But isn't she a bit young for them?" I asked, putting down the whip.

"Oh George, don't be so naïve!" said Sarah with a smile.

"I saw some alcohol in the cupboard. I'll go and sterilise one while you get her clit ready."

As Sarah went to find the alcohol I stroked the sobbing girl's sore buttocks and started to caress her pussy lips. Knowing exactly what little girls liked, I parted her buttocks and stroked her bumhole with one hand while delving slowly deeper into her pussy with the other. Her crying died down as she felt the pleasant sensations starting to ripple through her young body. She seemed to be trying to raise her hips towards me, so I gently pushed my finger inside her tight anus. I continued my caresses until I felt her tiny clitoris start to stiffen. I'd hardly noticed Sarah who was standing next to me. I gently opened the girl's pussy as wide as I could and nodded to Sarah. Trying hard not to laugh out loud, she deftly placed the clip on the clitoris. There was a brief silence, then a shrill scream from the girl filled the room. The red ends of the clip stuck out of her pussy with a cord attached. Ignoring the girl's screams, Sarah took the girl's pussy lips between her fingers and tightened two pussy clamps onto them.

"How about a dildo up there as well?" she asked, smirking.

"Not tonight. I replied, feeling the clamps.

"I thought we'd save her vagina for tomorrow-perhaps Ben could help?" I said, grinning. Patting the girls bottom I picked up the cane.

"Another six strokes and I think I'll put a butt-plug in just before she goes to bed." I looked at my watch.

"It's not too late. Any ideas?" Sarah's eyes lit up.

"Well, I thought perhaps she and Ben could get to know each other a little before bed." I nodded.

"Great idea!" Penny was crying quietly to herself, occasionally stretching and clenching her buttocks.

"Okay Penny, you're going to get six very hard strokes now. Just remember that after today, I only use this cane for very special occasions. I'll introduce you to the lighter cane later!" The poor girl screamed and twisted as I brought it down hard over her red bottom. I spaced the strokes evenly down her sore buttocks, the weals cutting across the red marks left by the whip.

"I'll give her ten minutes to calm down, then bring her in" I said, fetching the spray for her bruised skin.

"Perhaps you could get Ben ready. Sarah laughed and went out, calling for Ben to stand up.

A while later I entered the living room, the small girl walking carefully before me, eyes still red from crying. I'd refused to take off the clip and pussy clamps, explaining their importance in maintaining discipline. I had however removed her nipple clamps. Sarah was sitting in the armchair with Ben standing between her legs. I chuckled. His willy was sticking up straight, not as big as after an injection, but impressive nonetheless. His balls were still held apart by rubber rings and I saw one looking much redder than the other. Ben gazed at the girl's pussy in amazement, then realised she was staring at his erection and blushed. I removed the girl's clamps and gently pulled the clip off her clitoris.

Sarah hugged Ben and tickled his willy.

"Ben, you mustn't be shy. You and Penny are going to get to know each other very well." She turned to the girl.

"Come and have a closer look Penny." Penny stood next to them and Sarah showed her how the rings round his balls worked and the tight ring holding back his foreskin. Ben looked embarrassed and even more so as Sarah allowed her to kneel down and explore Ben's genitals with her hands. His erection started to shrink, and then as the young girl's hands caressed his balls, we saw it stiffen again.

"Well Penny, now you've been introduced, I think you should show Ben that you want to be friends." said Sarah, her head guiding Penny's head forward.

"I want to see you lick and suck that lovely willy in front of you-come on!" she added sternly as Penny hesitated nervously. Even fully erect, Ben's penis wasn't more than about five inches [12½ cm] long. Penny opened her mouth and sucked the end hesitantly, then as Sarah tapped her impatiently, she took it all in her mouth and sucked noisily.

"Is that nice Ben?" she asked, cuddling his bottom.

"Y..yes miss." I heard a little voice reply. Ben was looking down at the girl's head in wonder, totally captivated. Sarah, moved the girl's hand to his balls and reminded her to play with them while sucking. She left them at it for about two minutes, just until it seemed that Ben was becoming too excited.

Separating them, she held them tightly in her arms.

"Now Ben, you have to show Penny that you like her. Why don't you give her a kiss?" Ben was still in a daze and Sarah had to take his arms and fold them around Penny.

"That's right. Penny, hold him tighter! Ben, hold her close and kiss her mouth." Ben obeyed and gave her a quick kiss.

"No, no Ben, not like that. Put your tongue in her mouth-yes you too Penny!" The two children put their mouths together and we watched as they kissed. Ben was hesitant at first but soon realised it wasn't too bad. In fact, from the look of his erection, he seemed to be enjoying it.

Sarah adjusted the position of his penis so it was pushing against the girl's little pussy, then took Ben's right hand and placed it over the girl's breast.

"Good Ben, feel her little boobies, that's right - and the nipple" I turned down the light more and winked at Sarah.

"That's enough kissing now-on your knees Ben!" she ordered.

"Stroke his hair gently Penny-now Ben, kiss her little pussy-that's right." I saw Penny's eyes open wide as the feel of Ben's tongue playing with her pussy lips.

"Push your tongue deeper Ben, go on-right inside her-and explore!" No stranger to this, Ben obeyed, making the little girl shudder as his tongue found her clitoris.

Sarah looked at her watch. I stood up.

"I think we'll continue this tomorrow. It's getting late." I picked up the light cane as Sarah separated a rather hot looking Ben from Penny's crotch.

"I'd like Penny to have six strokes with this before bed." I looked at Ben.

"It's about time you start helping a bit more Ben." I said, handing him the cane.

"Let me see you give her six hard strokes!" Ben looked confused for a second, then turned to Penny.

"B..bend over Penny...please." He muttered, embarrassed again at the thought of what he was going to do. Penny looked at him in dismay, then realising she had no choice, she touched her toes, displaying her large plump posterior, already partially covered with red and black weals. I took Ben's hand and showed him how to hold the cane and how to swing it.

"Try it now." I said, after a few trial swings through the air. Ben touched the middle of the girl's bottom with the cane and lifted it high. There was a swish-crack followed by a squeal of pain from the girl.

"Good boy!" I said, smiling.

"A bit harder next time-and you can order her to change her position if you like."

Ben looked at the red line he'd just produced.

"O..open your legs more Penny,...and s..stick your bum out more!" He looked at me and I nodded.

"Good! " Penny obeyed him sobbing, absolutely distraught at being punished so intimately by a boy her own age. Ben raised the cane and lashed it down hard. This time, his aim was completely wrong and the cane slashed down hard on her left thigh. Penny screamed and letting go of her ankle with one hand, rubbed the red mark already forming.

Ben looked at me enquiringly.

"Yes Ben, you may give her extra strokes for not keeping her hands in position!" I grinned as Ben continued to thrash the sobbing girl. He was clearly enjoying it as his throbbing little erection showed. I allowed him to give her a total of ten strokes before taking the cane from his sweaty hands.

"Good boy Ben," I said, tousling his hair. I looked at Sarah.

"Perhaps Miss Sarah will let you off having your other ball warmed tonight." Sarah laughed.

"Yes of course. Come on Ben. Let's get you showered and into bed. Maybe your master will allow you to stay the whole night with me."

"Yes, okay," I replied, laughing. Sarah was obviously dying to get Ben's tongue working again. She took him by the hand and led him out.

"Stand up girl!" I ordered, turning to the miserable wretch still bent over, tears falling to the floor. I ordered her to follow me and went into the main chamber. I took out the long rattan cane and placed it on the table.

"Just to remind you what will happen if you're disobedient." I explained.

"Come with me!" I took her into my room and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I know you enjoyed sucking Ben's little cock, you can't wait to have a real man's cock in your mouth, can you girl!" She didn't reply but looked nervously at me while I slipped my trousers off. I stood up.

"Take my pants off girl. I haven't got all night."

Swallowing, she pulled my pants down to my ankles and I kicked them off. I took her little hand and placed it around my erect penis, sliding it up and down.

"When was the last time you sucked a man's cock?" I asked, guiding her other hand to my balls.

"Never sir." She answered, her voice trembling. I groaned.

"I assume you know what happens when a man comes?" I asked quietly.

"Yes sir," I heard her whisper, not daring to look at me. I told her to continue.

"Something comes out of his willy sir - like cream." She said, now rubbing my cock faster as I tapped her hand.

"Yes, that's right girl, it's like cream. It's a very special cream - and you have to make sure you swallow every drop!" She looked at me in surprise.

"But, but sir..." I silenced her.

"You'll do this every day girl, so you might as well get used to it. All the cream has to go in your mouth. If even a tiny drop is lost, you'll be punished!" I stroked her hair and gently pushed her head so her mouth was just over the tip of my cock.

"Lick the end-very gently." I ordered. She obeyed, a few tears forming as she realised what I wanted to do.

"Now right in your mouth!" I muttered, pushing her other hand further under my balls. Like Ben, she could only get the end of my cock in her mouth. I started to tell her to suck and lick more and felt myself starting to come. Her eyes opened wide as my cock jerked, shooting hot sticky semen into her mouth. She suddenly pulled her head back, gasping, a thin stream of my cum shooting over her face. I grabbed her hand and rubbed it up and down my cock even faster. Seeing the look on my face, the girl frantically wiped the cum off her face and licked her fingers, then popped my already softening cock back in her mouth. I allowed her to suck greedily until I was completely spent, then ordered her up while I dressed.

"Not good enough was it!" I said, leading her over to the punishment bench. She realised what I was doing and started to cry louder.

"Please sir, no sir, not that again..please sir!" I lifted the girl over the bench and strapped her on tightly before raising some of the pads, lifting her bum as high as possible and opening her legs wide. Ignoring her screams, I proceeded to thrash her scarred buttocks, searching for flesh not already covered with weals. I stopped after six strokes and prodded her little pussy with the tip of the cane.

"You'll swallow every drop tomorrow, won't you girl?"

"Yes sir...promise sir!" she gasped between sobs. I was tired. Quickly I sprayed her rump with the drug cannister and untied her.

"Just one more thing to do-don't move!" I yawned. I lubricated her sweaty bumhole and pushed a black rubber butt-plug deep inside. The girl yelled in fear at the strange feeling but stayed still.

I lifted her up and carried her to one of the spare bedrooms. She flinched as I placed her on the bed, the rough mattress hurting her throbbing backside. Having secured her hands and feet to the chains I ran ny hand over her body. Her nipples were hard, obviously from nerves than any sexual stimulation. Slowly I stroked her young pussy until her tears subsided.

"I have to leave early tomorrow so Miss Sarah will be in charge of you." I explained, rubbing my finger up and down between her soft pussy lips.

"I'm sure she'll keep you very busy." Easing a finger deeper, I felt her tiny clitoris like a small hard peanut.

"Just be a good obedient little girl and everything will be okay." I whispered, teasing her nipples with the other hand. I continued for a few minutes, listening to her breathing grow heavier.

"I want you to come for me now girl!" I said quietly. I leant over and kissed her sweaty pussy, thrusting my tongue inside. Her body stiffened as I found her little clit, the tip of my tongue teasing it. The girl gasped and thrust her hips up as she orgasmed, her leg muscles rippling as she instinctively tried to close her legs. I smiled at her bewildered look and gave her sticky pussy one last kiss before switching off the lights and leaving her alone.

The End