Amy – Chapter 13
(Spank, BDSM, Mf, Mb)
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Georgie removed the lock of hair from her mouth and took a gulp of the offered drink with a word of thanks.
Amy smiled shyly and kept quiet as the older girls in the group around her chatted. Although all of them had been friendly Amy still knew she was an outsider due to her age, but given the lessons that she had to take and the nature of boys she needed these girls protection.

She paid little attention when the girls talked about an older girl who had apparently been hurt during detention, the older sister of a girl in the class. Her attention picked up though when the name Josh was raised. She had worried what would happen in the morning when Josh would see her following his detention. She worried because she suspected that she would be blamed for his punishment, and that she would be ‘punished’ under the rules of the schoolyard.

It was a relief then when it became clear that Josh was absent today, no one commenting on his empty seat, the eyes of everyone seeming to avoid the space he left even.
“I heard Josh had to go to hospital.” One girl called Claire whispered in horrified tones.
“I KNOW” another answered, “Apparently it was Dorky, who else!” she drawled.
The girls nodded their heads sagely all knowing that particular teachers predilections. Amy was summoning the courage to ask what had happened to her erstwhile tormentor but the bell rand summoning the girls back to class before she could.

The girls immediately jumped up and hurried back to the class anxious to avoid Ms Haye’s glare for being late. Not that they would get into trouble for being a little bit late, but there was a fine line and crossing that line could prove painful.
The girls scooted around a large platform that had been raised in the hall upon which two men stood painting the wall. The girls giggling easily missed the trestle, but unfortunately Amy in doing so stumbled against a dust sheet that had been laid and fell onto the wall the freshly coated paint coating one arm of her white shirt.

“Oh shit my mom is going to kill me” Amy exclaimed at the stain, knowing her mothers reactions to prior small grass stains, and raising them by a factor of ten.

“What was that girl?” a deep male voice interrupted Amy’s examination causing a trickle of ice to go down her back.
“Err nothing Sir” she stammered as looked up at the approaching teacher. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was Mr Peters, one of the year 9 teachers, rather than the Headmaster or Mr Dawkin’s.

“Don’t lie to me girl I heard you and so did all these gir….” Mr Peters paused realising that the other girls had disappeared as if by magic. While Georgie and the others may have taken the young girl under her wing, there were limits to their courage.
“Well these men certainly heard your disgusting language.” He corrected himself waving at the two painters who had by now and climbed down and were examining the large streak that Amy’s arm had caused to their paint.
“Sod her language, she’s ruined this wall, we are going to have to redo it all.” The older man huffed in an annoyed tone.

Mr Peters paused he had merely intended to give the girl some lines for her language, the paint on her shirt some excuse. The painters words though gave him a better idea.
“Well in that case then girl you will spend the rest of today helping these men correct the mess you have made. Don’t argue Amy, yes I know who you are, I will tell Ms Haye’s where you are and you can do any work you missed as extra homework.”

The older painter rolled his eyes at his younger apprentice. He knew that the young girl would be more of a hindrance than a help, but his company was being well paid for the work in the school.
Amy stood in front of the old painter nervously chewing her lip. She had watched as Mr Peter’s and the man had talked, the painter grimacing but nodding before the teacher stalked off.

“Well Amy. Here we are.” The man looked at the young girl. His daughters had grown up long ago, and long before the new rules were introduced. He was therefore uncomfortable at what was to happen, but not so unhappy as to risk his job.
“My name is Bert. How do you do?” he gravely bent forward and offered the girl his hand a twinkle in his eye.

Amy shook the hand shyly keeping her eyes fixed on her feet. Bert turned and grinned at Dave his 20 year old apprentice.
Dave looked at the girl with more pity than his employer. He knew what the girl would be going through, although she looked a bit young surely she could not be thirteen? However whatever he felt, the teacher had made it clear what was to happen. In truth he was just disappointed that the girl was so young.

Amy was quite happy this punishment wasn’t too bad, she hefted another pot of blue paint and brought it to the two painters. Were it not for the fact that she was completely naked it would almost have been nice.
Amy protested when Albert told her what Mr Peters had ordered. Protested until Albert, a long time parent remembering how to deal with a recalcitrant child, mildly offered to tell the teacher about her refusal. Reluctantly Amy had complied undressing and piling her clothes safely out of the way of the various pots of paint.
“Thanks missy.” Dave called out not even sparing the naked girl a look. Amy was thankful that neither of the men had made any comments her nudity. The truth was both of them knew what they could see while working at a school, and Amy was too young and undeveloped to attract either of the men.

In fact Amy was much preferring helping the two men with cleaning and fetching rather than actually do school work, that was until Devon appeared.
He really should not have been there. The school normally strictly segregated the teenagers from the younger children, for obvious reasons.
Today Devon had been asked to deliver a message to the Heads office. It was unfortunate for Amy then that the direct route to the office from Miss Denny’s office went through the hall they were currently painting.

Devon stopped and gaped at the sight of his former class mate Amy. Devon had never thought much about Amy when they were in the same class. She was just a girl and a brain box to boot. But Devon could not help but stare at her now. She was naked and at this moment staring back at him mouth open in surprise.
For a moment the two eleven year olds stared at each other in a form of Mexican stand-off.

Devon slowly smiled, the smile turned into a grin, until finally a pointed and laughed at Amy.
“You’re naked.” He exclaimed delightedly as if exposing some secret. Amy was mortified. She had almost come to terms with the possibility of being naked amongst her new class mates. She had seen them naked, and some having sex. With them it seemed right. She was just another kid amongst many. With a boy from her former class it was somehow different. The fact the boy who would not face the possibility of such a punishment himself for a couple of years was standing there laughing was too much.
Crying she turned to flee, to escape the mocking laughter of the boy. She did not get far colliding with bulk of Dave who had come up to see what the noise was. The young man caught Amy by the shoulders and pulled her in to his chest.
“What is going on here?” Dave demanded trying to put the bass assurance that Albert managed, unsuccessfully, but he tried.
Devon was not impressed, the confidence of youth, causing the demands of this 20 year old man, to look as nothing against the naked torment of his former classmate.

“Naked, naked, Amy is nake…” Devon’s taunts stopped when he sensed a presence behind him. Turning Devon looked up into the face of Albert. Unlike Dave Albert had presence and an evil look when he chose to use it.
Devon quailed and shrunk back, before backing away the boy turned and ran off, recognising trouble when he saw it.

“Amy, Amy here look at me.” Albert knelt down and pulled Amy around to look at him. Her face was red and puffy, her nose sniffly.
Taking out a none to clean hanky Albert dabbed the eyes of Amy, and covering her nose ‘ordered her to have a good blow’. 

“There you go all better now.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead tenderly. 
“That’s right Amy, just remember that little boy will get what is coming to him when he gets to big school like you.” Dave chimed in squeezing the shoulder of the girl who nodded bravely, but still harboured thoughts of Devon being tied up helpless in front of her and she standing in front of his naked body with two half bricks in hand.

“Tell you what Amy, why don’t you try your hand at actually painting. Help Dave here with a brush.” Albert offered kindly.
“Really, can I.” She looked between the two men eagerly.
“Of course Dear, after all you can’t possibly be worse than young Dave is with a brush.” Albert answered jovially.
“that’s right Amy….. Hey….” Dave finally twigged in a mock offended tone causing Amy to finally giggle.

“There all finished for the day. Good jobs lads.” Albert packed away the last cleaned brush into the bag and turned to his two helpers. “Amy I’m including you  as an ‘honorary’ Lad of course.”.

Amy smiled at the compliment and brushed a lock of her hair from her eyes. She was surprised at how good today had been. She had really enjoyed painting, the two men laughing and joking with her as equals, making no fuss of her nudity.
Even when other children had seen her little attention was made of her. The older children in the school rarely tried to humiliate a child simply because they were being punished or were naked. After all it was virtually certain they would find themselves in a similar predicament at some point.

Albert paused and gave Amy a frank stare causing the girl to look a little embarrassed. 
“You are a mess.” He stated matter-of-factly.
Amy looked down and could not argue. She was splattered with spots of paint all over. Her brush style was more enthusiastic than skilled so paint splashes were inevitable, and unlike the two men she wore no painters overalls.
“It’s OK Al. Amy proudly used the old man’s nickname, an honour she had been bestowed as an honorary painter. “I’ll have a shower when I get home.”
“Oh no you won’t” Albert replied holding up his hand to stop Amy’s protests. “Firstly I’ll send no child home to their mothers in that state; and secondly that paint won’t be coming off without help, soap and water won’t cut it.
“Dave fetch the cleaners will you. Amy with me.”

Albert moved off without looking to see of Amy obeyed. He did not need to he knew the girl would follow. Amy dithered for only a moment before sighing and followed after the man.

Amy almost said no when she saw Albert enter the teachers toilet. It was the TEACHERS toilet. No student would dare enter there ‘on pain of death’. Well maybe not death but quite certainly a ‘fate worse than death’ in any case. Amy was caught to enter the room meant punishment, but to refuse the direct order of an adult also meant punishment. She finally decided that if she was going to get into trouble she would rather get in trouble in the privacy of the teachers room, than the public hallway, steeling herself she turned the handle and walked in.
She looked around gawping. Unlike the student facilities which were plain and utilitarian, were painted the colour of urine and smelt of it as well, the teachers facilities were luxourious. The room smelt faintly of lemon, the walls tiles gleamed, and the stalls had real polished walls free of the scribbles and graffiti that ordered every student toilet in the entire school.
Amy mooched her way to where Albert stood running steaming water into a basin. She did not resist as he pulled a handful of tissues wetted then and began to scrub gently at the marks on her body.
Amy stood there bearing the scrubbing with fortitude. She was conflicted inside as the man clinically moved over her body, wetting and replacing tissues as needed. Amy did not know how to react she had not been washed by her father since she was a very young girl, and even her mother rarely saw her in the bath. Yet there was no sense of wrongness in Albert’s touch, it felt just as her fathers touch must have felt when she was younger. Her fathers touch certainly felt different know she added bitterly.
Albert too took no pleasure from washing the girls naked body. He had helped wash his own children when they were younger, and he saw this young girl no differently then he did them. The fact that he was also well into his sixties and in truth without medical help the girls body was safe from him.
Amy jumped a little as the door to the toilet opened and it was with mixed emotions she saw that it was just Dave. Amy had become used to the hands of Albert as he washed her, even when he scrubbed a blue mark on her bottom or, here she blushed a little, her front bits there was nothing to it.
Dave though was different. At just twenty he was closer to Amy’s age; and while he had little interest in little girls. One little girl was experiencing unfamiliar feelings upon seeing him.
Dave opened a box and pulled out a chemically smelling disposable wipe and offered it to Albert.
“No lad you do it. My arthritis is giving me gyp, and no mistake.” Albert stood groaning holding his back.
Dave paused and looked at the girl the paint cleaning wipe in his hand. Until a moment ago he had not even seen the girl as naked. Oh he had seen she was naked, but now she was glistening, her skin damp, pink from the rubbing and a glow seeming to emanate from her, but above all she was naked.
Still he had to do something to stand there doing nothing would be awkward. He bent over and gently began to clean Amy’s back, seeing this as the safest most inoffensive patch of the girls skin to start with.
The splatter of paint easily wiped off under Dave’s hand so he moved to the next mark and continued. Amy stood there feeling a tingle go through her, a tingle she had not felt before, the mans hand was warm even through the cleaning cloth. Amy’s face felt hot and she knew that she was red. For some reason she was beginning to feel even more uncomfortable then when her parents took her hymen and made love as she watched.
Dave felt his pulse increase as he moved down the young girls back and onto her bottom. The bottom was flat and no different than any boys of the same age, but there was a difference Dave noticed, there had to be because of the thoughts that went through his head. He was not attracted to children he told himself, even when he was one himself his fantasies lay with big bosomed women not flat little tomboys. Then why was his finger edging to the dark butt crevice, stop it he moved his hand down to the girls thighs.
Oh God, oh God, oh God, he nearly touched my place Amy thought staring blankly at Albert who was drying his hands paying the pair little attention. His hand was THAT close to my place.

Shit there is no paint left Dave looked hard but there was no paint, just skin whether it was white or pink. He pulled another cleaning cloth out and steeled himself.
“Well Amy lets do the rest of you then” he called out a light tone.
Amy turned slowly somehow pleased that she would now be looking at the young man. Where previously she wanted no more than to hide her nakedness now, now she wanted to show him, why?
Dave breathed deeper as the girl turned. Kneeling his head was barely above the girls cleft. He could not help but look. Obviously he had seen many girls naked before, he had been at school himself not so long ago. But this was different, he had had sex with a number of girls and boys, but that was just, he could not explain it, it was just school. This was a young girl naked and trembling in front of him.
His hand reached out and mopped a stain from her chest, an inch above her nipple. As he moved down paint spot by paint spot, to the large blue paint spot that had fortuitously hit the girls nether lips. He locked eyes with the girl for a moment sharing something deep and unknowable with her. His hand shook as it came to ‘that’ spot and rubbed, gently and firmly, circling until the paint disappeared and the girls perfection was once more restored.

Amy shivered inside, her clitoris was blocked she would have no clitoral orgasm, the Government had decreed otherwise. But the Government did not understand she was a girl becoming a woman, it was possible to have an orgasm without penetration. Those silly old man did not understand, Amy breathed slowly as a ripple of something run through her as Dave pulled his fingers away finally, reluctantly from Amy.

“Finished then?” Albert asked without paying attention, “Good well Amy let me say that despite how it came to happen, I hope its hasn’t been too bad to work with use today?”
Amy smiled and hugged the old man who kissed her on the forehead paternally.
“Got one for me?” asked Dave holding his hands open. Amy looked and walked forward leaning up to kiss the younger man. She pursed her lips and closing her eyes tilted her face slightly to one side inviting him to kiss her lips.
Dave felt his cock shift in his overalls as the girl leaned up to him. For a moment his was tempted to take her firmly and kiss her hard and deep. But hid didn’t it wasn’t right, instead he leaned down his lips almost brushing Amy’s as they passed over and kissed her on the cheek.

Amy relaxed unsure whether to be disappointed or relieved, all she knew was that she felt something. After that everything ended with a whimper Amy dressed as the two men packed up, and when ready simply slipped out of the school door dreaming of things she did not know and did not understand.

“Look at the state of you” Amy flinched as her mother noticed the ruined shirt, as she laid down the large pile of homework that she had to do.
“I’m sorry mom it was an accident.”
“Ruined completely ruined. Do you think money grows on trees?” Fran counted to 10 slowly.
“Go to your room and do your homework. Just wait to your father comes home. I don’t know that shirt was only bought last month.”

Amy slunk upstairs a feeling of dread at the sound of ‘wait to your father come home’. Her dad had been looking at her in a strange way lately, in fact ever since she had moved up in school for some reason.

Amy’s wrist hurt she had been writing none stop for 2 hours it was therefore with mixed feelings that she stopped when her door opened and her father entered.

Amy looked up nervously trying to scan her dads face for any sign of what he intended to do. She was not spanked, well she did not used to be spanked, but she was not so sure now.
“I hear you ruined your shirt.”
“I’m sorry it was an accident, I just tripped. I’m sorry.” Amy nervously twirled the pen in her hand.
John looked at his daughter, perversely pleased at the trepidation in her face. He was not angry, it was an accident and it was only a shirt. His wife was always melodramatic about such things. He knew she suspected he wanted to spank Amy, but he didn’t he loved her, and didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted to love her, and to demonstrate that love.
“It’s OK Amy.” He pulled her up from the chair and sat down. To Amy’s surprise and relief he did not put her over his knee, instead he picked her up and placed her on his knee looking over his daughter’s homework.
“You’re not angry?”
“I’m not happy” he tweaked her nose “but accidents happen” he gave her a gentle hug.
“You’ve been busy I see. This is an awful lot of homework surely?”
Amy anxious not to turn back to the reason she simply shrugged non-committedly.
“Well.” He paused ordering his thoughts keen not to overplay his hand now his daughter seemed to trust him once again, “This Saturday love I have arranged a little play date for you. I’m visiting a friend of mine who has a daughter about your age and I need you to play with. You’re OK with that aren’t you?” 
Amy was in truth not best pleased at this feeling that she was too old for a ‘play date’. However she knew she was on shaky grounds, and with the ruined shirt hanging over her head she was not going to refuse. Instead she smiled and nodded her agreement.
“That’s a good girl. Now come on time for dinner.”