Welcome to the world of Little Girl Discipline; a world where adults enjoy strictly disciplining little girls' bare bottoms (and other places). I do hope you enjoy this story. I am always looking for inspiration so please email me at littlegdiscipline@mail.com and share your experiences / thoughts.

Thank you to Jane for her strict ideas on which this story is based.

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OLD HAND 
(M/g, NC, spanking, ped, oral, anal)


From what I understand, the following text was discovered during a house clearance after the death of its occupant. Judging from the dates in the text it was written in about 2001.


INTRODUCTION

I am 79 and I have been told I don't have long left. The Doctor was sympathetic; we have known each other for a while. All my life the thing I have enjoyed best is little girls' bottoms and strictly disciplining them. I am writing this and am sending it to a younger friend so that perhaps, in more enlightened times, it can be published. I want to write about all the things I did before this country went to rot and children's wishes and whimsies became more important than the strict adults who wanted to cane their little bottoms. I want everyone who reads this to know what happened and how much I enjoyed doing it. I am going to write in graphic first person detail, so that everyone will know.

The year is 1936, I am 14 years old and my Father has just died. A week after the funeral, as the house curtains are reopened, my Mother presents me with a little nursery cane. She tells me that I am the man of the house now and it is my job to keep my two little sisters in line. I take it off her and grin at Deborah who is 9 years old and Connie who is 7 years old. I see them shiver. They already know all about big brother's Chinese burns, cow bites and pinching. Mother tells me very clearly that the cane is for use on the bare bottom; "That is where it will do most good!" she says. My adolescent willy twitches; I like looking at their bare bottoms. This is going to be fun.

Later that same day while Mother is present I tell the girls that they are being too noisy and that I will take them to my bedroom and cane them naked. My Mother smiles and encourages me to cane them hard; "Make it count!" she says.

I take them to my bedroom. They are crying and begging big brother not to hurt them. My cock is harder than it has ever been before. I make them strip naked; their bodies are so exciting. I have them each bend over a stool. My first time with a cane! I whip it into Deborah's bottom first. She screams and a red mark appears. She furiously rubs her bottom and starts making high pitched wailing noises. I give little Connie her first taste of the stick. How she squeals! She jumps up and starts prancing about clutching her little bottom cheeks tightly. But I am not in control. In the end I only manage to give them three each; I had wanted to give them six. I make them bend over and show me their bottoms. They are very obedient and do as I say. I have learnt my first lesson. I can see their little bottom holes and pussies. I put my hand down the front of my trousers and rub my cock. I spurt my cum out into my underpants.

Later that week Mother takes me to one side and reassures me that there is nothing wrong with `enjoying' my sisters' discipline. She tells me that the only thing I must never do is put my `thingy' in their `front bottom'. She smiles at me and tells me that anywhere else is perfectly normal. She also tells me that people never talk about such things to others outside the family. What she has said fires my imagination and I think where else I could put my `thingy'. I have learnt my second important lesson.

The year is 1937 and I am 15; my sisters are 10 and 7. I am upstairs in my bedroom sitting in an armchair with my pants and trousers off and my legs slung over the arms of the chair. My oldest sister, Deborah, has my cock in her mouth; she is working the end of it in and out of the top of her throat. I love the gurgling chokey noises she makes. Underneath her little Connie's tongue licks and probes at my anus. Both girls are naked and their bottoms are cherry red. Each pretty pair of buttocks has almost twenty swollen lines from the cane painted across them. My sisters' whining sobs are muffled by their careful attendance to my needs. I can feel my cum starting and I close my eyes and think of how they both squealed whilst being caned and how they both kept sticking out their bums for more for fear I'd use my new big cane on them. I'd learnt my third important lesson by then; always make sure the girl knows there is an even worse punishment if she does not obey.

The year is 1939 and I am 17. My Mother introduces me to my new Stepfather. She tells me that now he is in charge of my sisters' punishments. He has the cane in his hand and a pleased smile. My sisters have already taken their knickers off and are crying. Soon I will listen to their squeals as their new Daddy takes them to their room, locks the door behind them and gives them a long bare bottom caning. He spends a long time with them afterwards. I know his cock is enjoying them.

Later he takes me to one side. He is nice to me and respectful; it feels like he is talking to me as an adult rather than a boy. He thanks me for my excellent work with my sisters and tells me I have a real skill disciplining little girls. He asks me if I enjoy it and I say I do. He tells me he is rich and has many connections. He says there is war coming and he will find me a place in University.

The year is 1943. I have graduated and am conscripted. It is a time I do not wish to speak about. I act bravely and am mentioned in despatches. My Stepfather and I correspond frequently. He offers sage advice that serves me well.

The year is 1946. I return home. My Stepfather embraces me. He tells me that he has established a modest trust fund for me and that, when I am ready, there are some interesting job opportunities he has identified. 


PART 1 - GREENFIELDS PRIMARY SCHOOL

PART 1, CHAPTER 1 - A Day In Class

It was Friday morning and I was teaching my class of eight to eleven year olds. The classroom was old and set aside from the rest of the school. A long corridor led from the rest of the classes to where I was. The room was large and bright with windows set high up on the walls; no one could see into the room. The floor was polished wood and three columns of single wooden desks were arranged in ten rows back from my desk at the front. At the back of the classroom was a locked storeroom. On the ceiling there were rows of glass light shades that contained brightly burning electric bulbs.

Only children requiring `extra discipline' were placed in my class. My unique position of head of discipline, deputy head and parental guidance teacher enabled me to select those mothers who felt their daughters' required extra attention. In truth I selected the prettiest little girls with the fullest bottoms to be sent to my class. Almost all mothers I approached were highly supportive of their daughters being spanked. It usually didn't take long to find those mothers who were happy for their daughters to experience something a little more severe. It was those little girls who became my `specials'. I currently had six very special little girls in my class. My view was that you could never have enough.

Out of my class of twenty five there were only four boys. They were often those who had been caught masturbating. The boys soon learnt that my class was the most fun place in the whole school for them to be.

All the children were required to wear a school uniform that was specially modified for my class. The girls wore a navy blue pinafore with buttons up the front. The hem of the pinafore was to be no longer than half way between the girls' knees and their crotch. The parents all knew that this was so when the girls went over my knee to be spanked, I could easily expose their little bottoms. Beneath the pinafore the girls wore a green gingham check blouse, a small white vest in winter, white knee length socks and green school knickers. The knickers were sourced by me on the parents' behalf and I ensured they were single gusset and two sizes too small for each child. The top third of each girl's bottom was exposed and the gusset rode up into all their little cracks. The class seemed in constant motion as the unhappy girls kept trying to surreptitiously pull the intrusive garments out of their little pussies and bum creases where they would uncomfortably lodge themselves.

The boys wore white shirts, the school tie, a grey jersey in winter, grey knee socks and little grey shorts. The shorts were again sourced by me. They were very small and tight with virtually no legs. The underwear was built into the shorts. On the front of the shorts were three large buttons. The shorts were designed in such a way that when the three buttons were undone the shorts opened up completely exposing the boy's penis, balls and lower part of their bottom. All the boys sat in the front two rows so they had the best view of my disciplinary action. 

It was 10.00 in the morning. Half an hour until break and my cock was starting to throb. It was all little Alice Brown's fault! She was a sweet little ten year old, her black hair tied in cute bunches with red ribbons, her pretty wide face with her toothy mouth, snub nose and pure white skin with freckles. Her face kept blushing a dark red and every so often she wiped away a tear. I could tell from her behaviour that she had a note from her Mum for me, and I couldn't wait to read it. Alice's mother liked her daughter to be strictly dealt with. The child seemed to be a permanent inconvenience to her. If I was in luck, she would be pleading with me to look after her child for the night, or even the weekend. I couldn't wait to see. 

I had a delicious idea; watching another girl getting a real hiding would send Alice into the depths of despair. I would be able to enjoy watching her blubbering to herself and it would be so lovely when she had to come and give me the note. I looked around the class; it was so quiet. They were all working silently on the English comprehension I had set them. No problem; yesterday's maths test results were still in my drawer and could be altered to provide any excuse I wished.

My eyes alighted on young Jenny Martin. Only eight years old and a pretty little head of blond curly hair held back with an Alice-band. Her Mum had approached me a few months ago, complaining of her daughter's lack of obedience. She said that she knew I spanked in my class and could her daughter be moved there. I was, of course, delighted. I enquired as to whether `spanked' meant use of my hand or whether something more severe was permissible. Her response was everything I could have wished for; she laughed and said, "Oh Mr. M.! Really! She grew out of hand spankings when she was four! She gets the stick at home. Good and hard too!". I hoped that in a few months time Jenny might become one of my `specials'. But there was a lot of work to do to make sure that a mother, who was happy for a man to cane her little daughter's naked bottom, was also happy for her daughter to undergo humiliating and painful alternative punishments, but only after her little daughter's bottom cheeks had been worn out by prolonged spanking with `big girl' canes and straps, of course.

Jenny looked up at me; she must have felt my eyes on her. I smiled at her.

"How are you getting on, Jenny?" I asked.

She looked back at me, her bottom lip quivering with fear.

"P...P...Please, Sir! I th...th...think I'm doing it right, Sir!" she stuttered.

"Come up here and let me have a look, girl!" I instructed.

The class noticed my strict tone of voice and they all turned to watch the unfolding drama. The boys' faces broke into grins. Little Alex Jones couldn't wait and I saw his hand slip into his shorts and start to rub his little cocky.

Jenny was shaking when she reached the front. She came and stood next to me and presented me with her schoolbook. I took it off her, closed it and put it down on the desk.

"Can you tell me why you came last in yesterday's maths test?" I demanded.

Jenny's face went white and she gave a little gasp. I watched a small tear form in her right eye and slide down her face.

"P...Please, Sir! I d...don't know! Don't hurt me, Sir! I'm s...sorry!" she said as the tears fell faster.

"You disgraceful child! No attention to your work at all! I shall make an example of you to everyone!" I lectured.

I reached out and began to undo the buttons on her pinafore.

"Boo hoo! Oh no! Oh no! Please Sir! Boo hoo! Don't! Please! Boo hoo!" she sobbed as I unbuttoned her.

"Well class!" I said, addressing the rest of my pupils, "I think Jenny has been very naughty and needs to be taught a lesson. Would the boys' play-friends go and sit with them, please!"

Four girls reluctantly got up. They each had a sick look on their face. The boys happily shuffled up on their bench seats allowing the girls room to sit next to them. Each girl unwillingly seated herself next to her allocated boy and began to unbutton his shorts. The girls knew that if they failed to perform their task as I'd taught them, then a bare bottom strapping in front of the class would be their reward. 

I finished undoing Jenny's pinafore.

"Arms up!" I instructed.

Jenny put her arms straight up so I could pull the pinafore off over her head. Then I rolled her blouse up so that it became just a strip underneath her armpits. Then, in front of the whole class, I pulled her knickers down. She gave a big groaning sob as her pussy was exposed to everyone and covered her face with her hands.

"Hands on head!" I told her.

The sobbing humiliated girl did as I told her so everyone could see her red tearstained face and she could see everyone looking at her.

"Step out of your knickers, girl!" I told her, "Pick them up! Give them to me!"

She shuffled her feet out of her knickers that were draped around her ankles and then crouched down with her legs together to pick them up, trying not to let her legs come apart and give everyone a good view.

"Go and fetch the cane, Jenny Martin!" I said.

There was a gasp from the class. The cane made little girls scream when I spanked them with it.

"Ooooooo! Boo hoo! Bwaaaaaah!" wailed Jenny and she seemed to dance on the spot with the idea of having her naked bottom publicly caned.

Sobbing forlornly she slowly walked to the little rack next to the blackboard where the cane hung next to the strap, the slipper, and a large wooden clothes brush. Shaking with fear she took it out of the rack and immediately dropped it. She wailed at her mistake; that would mean one extra smack for her bottom with the cane. She bent to pick it up. This time she forgot her modesty and bent straight from the waist. Her bottom poked out towards the class and her little pussy peeped out from between her legs. She hurried back to me with the cane. 

"Boo hoo! Please Sir! I'm sorry I dropped it! Boo hoo! Please! I'm sorry!" she wailed as she handed me the whippy stick.

I took the cane and dramatically whipped it through the air so that it swished loudly. It was eighteen inches long, yellow rattan and very flexible. No one would have thought, looking at its short length and slender width, the appalling smart it could impart to a junior girl's little bum or the wicked red raised lines it left in its wake.

"Waaaaaaaaaah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Jenny wailed.

"So, Jenny, I want to show everyone how you get the cane at home!" I smiled, "Get on top of my desk and show them all!"

The tears seemed to jump out of Jenny's eyes. No doubt she wished the floor would open up and swallow her.

"Boo hoo! Please Sir! Not in front of everyone! I can't! No! Please!" she begged.

"Jenny, I was going to give you six smacks with the cane. Now I'm going to give you ten. And then you've got your extra one for being such a clumsy girl with the cane. How many more would you like?"

Mewling with shame and dread, Jenny began to climb up on top of my desk on her hands and knees with her bottom facing the class. Then she lay down on the desk and rolled over so she was on her back. Then, with a wail, she pulled her legs up to her chest, spread them and locked her arms behind her knees.

Her genitals were rudely exposed to the class. I looked back at the boys. They stared glassy eyed at the little girl's privates spread out before them. Each boy's shorts had been opened up by their little play-friend. Each girl had one hand energetically engaged rubbing a stiff little penis and their other hand probing and gently stimulating the boy's anus with a spit covered index finger.

I turned back to Jenny and reached forward to her pussy. With both thumbs either side of the little hole, I opened her up.

"Look everyone!" I said, "This is Jenny's wee hole. It's where she goes wee wee from! You can see it all open when her Mummy canes her like this!"

I reached further down and spread open Jenny's bum cheeks so the class could see her anus. The surrounding skin was a yellowy brown. Back then it was not unusual for children to be only bathed once a week, sometimes less.

"Look at this, everyone!" I exclaimed, "Jenny's bottom hole is all dirty! What a dirty girl! Can't you wipe yourself? That's two extra smacks with the cane for a dirty bottom, Jenny! I'll teach you to come into my class with a dirty bottom! I'm going to have a chat with your Mummy about how we can keep this little bottom clean in future!"

I looked back at eleven year old Paula Wright. Her face was bright red and she squirmed when I looked at her. After I'd talked to her mum about dirty bottoms it had resulted in young Paula visiting my house every week for increasingly large and painful objects to be inserted deep into her anus. Before long she was begging me, with her bottom cheeks held wide open, to pump my cock deep into her bottom rather than take another session with the enormous butt plug I had for her.

"Cathy Jenkins and Sally Wilkins, come out here!" I instructed.

The two girls ran out to the front.

"Hold her arms and legs. I don't want her putting her hands in the way." I told the two girls.

The girls stood behind the desk, each to one side of Jenny. They each took an arm in one hand and a leg in the other.

"Cathy and Sally, what happens if you let go?" I asked the girls.

"Please Sir! We get the strap, Sir!" said Cathy.

"On the bare, Sir!" added Sally.

"So you're going to hold on tight, aren't you?" I said.

"Yes Sir!" they chorused.

I stood back and drew the cane far back, aiming it across the fullest part of Jenny's soft little bum cheeks.

THWICK!

I landed a super whippy stroke, good and hard across her sensitive little bum.

"YEEEEEEEEEOWWWWW!" Jenny screamed.

She writhed about but Cathy and Sally held her tight, their little bottoms twitching with the thought that if either of them let go they would be screaming themselves as their bare bottoms were soundly strapped.

Jenny's pretty holes put on their own special show; her pussy and anus clenched and opened as she wailed and wriggled. I heard a sharp groan behind me. As I looked back I saw Alex with his head thrown back, his cock jerking in the feverishly rubbing hand of his little play-friend. Her finger was buried to the hilt in his anus and she wriggled it nicely for him. As his body relaxed from his little cum. She didn't stop work, but carried on. She didn't want to be the play-friend who had made her boy have the least cums. Sir had a special prize for that!

I turned back to the howling Jenny.

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"AHHHHHHHHHHH! SIR! NOOOOOOO! YAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BUM! YEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she howled.

Her squealing and howling was music to my ears. My cock quivered in my underpants as I watched her red little bottom dancing about on the desk top. Behind me I heard the other little boys enjoying their child cums.

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"NYAAAAAAAAAH! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! MY BUMMY! MY BUMMY! MUMMY! MAKE IT STOP! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! I'LL BE GOOD NOW! WAAAAAAAAAAH!"

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I'LL BE GOOD! OOOOOOOOWAAAAAAAAAH! SORRY! I'M SO SORRY! I'LL BE GOOD NOW! BWAAAAAAAAH!"

Jenny's eight year old little bum thrashed about and gyrated madly as the vivid marks of the bakers dozen I had given her swelled up. I signalled to Cathy and Sally to let her go. They did so and she began to writhe about, her hands clasped to her bum. I lifted her up and put her on her feet so that everyone could enjoy her post spanking antics. She performed a long squealing dance, prancing from foot to foot as her hands clawed at her ravaged bum cheeks.

I looked back at Alice. She was holding her head in her hands and crying great sobs; tears dripping onto her desk. There was no doubt in my mind now; her mother's letter must be something special.

I signalled for the boys to finish up. Alex allowed his little play-friend to stop almost immediately. Jeremy shivered and sighed as he had his cum and so did Andrew, but little Charles was puffing like a steam train and making his play-friend work hard so he could cum again. I let Charles enjoy himself for a full minute before, wriggling with delight, he had another cum.

The four girls sat there holding out their index fingers that had so recently been deep in the bottom holes of their little play-friends, each of them desperate to scrub them clean. Alex held up five fingers, Jeremy and Andrew held up four fingers and Charles held up three.

"She's not very good, Sir!" Charles said by way of explanation.

The little girl who had been his play-friend, a nine year old called Tracey, started to sniff and blub miserably.

"Don't worry, Charles!" I said brightly, "I think ten really hard ones with the slipper will make her try harder next time. Don't you?"

"Oh yes, Sir!" he grinned.

"Come out here, Tracey!" I said, beckoning to the girl.

Boo-hooing and wriggling her bottom in fearful anticipation, Tracey came out to me. By the time she got to me I already had the slipper in my hand.

"Bend over the desk, Tracey!" I told her.

Mewling loudly she bent over the side of my desk, her bum facing the class. I flipped up the back of her pinafore and pushed it up her back. My finger hooked itself into the back of her knickers and I pulled them down to her knees.

"Hands!" I instructed.

Tracey obediently put her hands into the small of her back. I grasped them firmly and lifted the slipper back above my head. Her bottom would be nice and red by the time I finished.

"Count them!" I told her.

WHOP!

The slipper whacked into her wobbly cheeks leaving a white imprint of its sole.

"YAAAAAAAAAH! ONE, SIR!"

WHOP! WHOP!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOO! IT HURTS! TWO! THREE! SIR! BOO HOO! BOO HOO! MY BUM! IT HURTS!"

WHOP! WHOP!

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! TOO HARD! I'M SORRY! FOUR! FIVE! NO MORE! PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"

WHOP! WHOP! WHOP! WHOP!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BOTTOM! I CAN'T TAKE IT! NOT LIKE THAT, SIR! WAAAAAAAAAH! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!"

I smiled; she'd lost count. Tough! She would get her extra one. Her little bum was bright red and her cheeks wriggled nicely showing off glimpses of her pussy and bum hole to the class.

WHOP! WHOP! WHOP!

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAH! EEEEEEEEEEE! OH! OH! IT HURTS! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! SIR! WAAAAAAAAH!"

I let her up and she danced about rubbing her slippered cheeks.

"What do you say to Charles?" I asked her.

She turned to face Charles, seemingly unaware that with her hands underneath her pinafore rubbing her bum, the front of her pinafore was raised showing her pussy off to the whole class.

"Boo hoo! I'm sorry Charles! I'll rub your willy better next time! Boo hoo! I'll make your bummy hole feel nice with my finger! Boo hoo! You'll get lots of nice feelings! I promise!"

Tracey wept and danced about rubbing her bottom. Charles grinned evilly. I wondered how many times he'd really cum. Maybe he'd make Tracey go into the toilets with him at break for some extra practice. I knew he'd be itching to play with that bright red bottom of hers.

I checked the clock.

"OK! Break-time everyone!" I announced, "Tracey and Jenny, knickers on and out of here!"

Tracey wailed as pulled her tight knickers back up over her just slippered bum. Jenny yeowelled noisily as she completed the same task. As the children filed out I watched little Alice. The poor girl was reaching into her satchel and taking out a folded sheet of white paper. I could see her trembling and she sobbed continuously. As the last child exited, Alice approached me with the note.

"Boo hoo! Boo hoo! I have a note from my Mummy for you, Sir!" she sobbed.

My cock throbbed angrily. I took the note off her.

"Let's go to the storeroom, Alice, and we can have a little chat about it!" I said and led the blubbering girl to the back of the class and into the storeroom.

I locked the storeroom door behind us. The room was small and simply furnished; an old armchair, a straight-backed chair and an old cupboard was all the furniture. There were no windows and the room was lit by a single electric light bulb.

"Clothes off!" I said.

Alice had been to my storeroom plenty of times before. She knew what was going to happen. Sobbing loudly she began to take off her clothes. I unfolded the note. I couldn't wait to read what her good old mum had written this time. I wasn't disappointed.


Dear Mister M.,

Once again, I do apologise for imposing on you. You know that I am so grateful for the time and effort you put into Alice's education and upbringing. I don't know what I would do without you to help me. I honestly don't think I could cope without the weekends that you are able to take Alice. If only you knew how much that time means to me. You really are a Godsend!

Alice's behaviour has been deteriorating again. After you last dealt with her she was as good as gold for almost three weeks, but it seems she's going bad again. This is such short notice, I know. But could you have Alice to stay with you this weekend and give her some strict discipline?

As we've agreed before, you can be very strict when you discipline Alice. I believe she deserves it and I agree with you that bruising of the bottom and upper thighs is inevitable when a girl of ten gets caned. But I was thinking that if you could be even stricter in some way then it would be a better lesson for her and she would be good for longer. If there is anything else strict that you would like to try with her then you are most welcome.

As usual you will have my full permission and encouragement to punish Alice without the protection of her clothes. A spanking is simply not a spanking unless it is done on the bare!

Perhaps you could drop round after school today and let me know if it is OK for you to take Alice. Please let me know if there are any other discipline methods you would like to use on her and you will find me very supportive.

Yours truly,

Holly Brown


I looked up from reading the letter. Alice was standing naked with her hands on her head. Her face was bright red with humiliation and she was crying steadily. My cock twitched at the sight.

"Well, Alice, do you know what your Mummy's note said?" I asked.

Her tear filled eyes looked at me.

 "Boo hoo! That I've been naughty and have to have my bottom spanked?" she wept.

I shook my head.

"Oh dear me no, Alice! You've been much naughtier that that! Your Mummy wants you to come and spend the whole weekend with me again. She wants me to be very very strict!" I taunted her.

"Oooooooo, Sir!" she squeaked, "Not the whole weekend!"

She involuntarily wriggled her bum at the thought of all the spankings and canings her bottom would get.

I reached down between her legs and touched her little hairless pussy. She gasped. I slipped my middle finger up into the entrance to her vagina. I felt her body stiffen, but she kept her hands on her head and pushed her crotch out towards me.

"Please Sir!" she said in a small voice, "I'll be really good for you!"

"You've been very naughty, Alice!" I smiled at her, "Your Mummy wants me to hurt your bottom very much! I have to go home with you after school and talk to her about how I can hurt your bottom even more than before!"

"Boo hoo! Boo hoo! Oh Sir! Please! No! If I'm really good an'...an' I make you, you know, `feel nice', then you won't hurt my bottom as much! Will you? Boo hoo!" she pleaded.

"How do you want to make me feel nice?" I asked her.

Her head dropped and her whole body seemed to blush.

"Please Sir!" she snivelled, "Kiss your willy until it squirts. Then swallow all the stuff!"

"That's right, Alice!" I grinned, "Are you going to show me what a good girl you're going to be right now?"

I saw her shudder.

"Yes Sir!" she said quietly.

"What has to happen first?" I asked.

"I have to take your trousers and pants off?" she said questioningly.

I shook my head.

"What else?" I smiled.

The tears slipped out of her eyes and she gave a strangled little cry.

"Boo hoo! You have to h...hurt my bottom first, Sir!" she sobbed.

"That's right, Alice!" I said, nodding my head, "I have to hurt your bottom very hard. What do you think I should use to hurt your bottom with?"

Alice wept miserably as she contemplated the different stingy options. After a long silence and lots of weeping, Alice mumbled her answer.

"Boo hoo! Boo hoo! I think you should give me the strap, Sir!" she whined as she almost danced up and down on the spot in fearful anticipation.

Poor Alice knew from bitter experience that selecting too light an implement inevitably led to the cane. I pointed to the cupboard.

"You know where I keep my `big girl' straps, Alice! Fetch me the nice brown one that's split down its length. We'll see if I can get you to squeal as loudly as you did the last time I used it on you!" I teased her.

Alice could barely control her shaking as she slowly made her way to the cupboard; her wailing hiccupy sobs told me she knew just how much bottom pain that nasty strap would give her. She got to the cupboard and opened it. Inside there were several shelves. The lower ones were stacked with a large collection of special `educational discipline' pamphlets. The upper shelf held a small collection of spanking implements. There was the junior cane, twenty four inches long and a little thicker and heavier than the nursery cane I had in the classroom; it was a quite scream inducing experience for any little girl's bottom. There were a few heavy hairbrushes, a long handled bathbrush and three straps. Alice picked up an eighteen inch, brown leather two fingered tawse. The leather was well oiled and supple. It was ideal for wrapping round a little bottom and getting those tails into all the most sensitive nooks and crannies. She cried loudly as she remembered the last time and how going to the toilet had hurt for days afterwards. Slowly she walked towards me, wailing and shaking as she carried the nasty thing that was going to hurt her bottom so much. She held it out for me and I took it with a pleased smile.

"Please Sir! Don't do it hard! I'll kiss your willy really nicely!" she pleaded.

"Take my trousers and pants off, Alice!" I told her.

Hoping that I might settle for using her little mouth rather than strapping her bottom, Alice leapt to comply. Her fingers pulled at my belt and flies trying to get my trousers down as quickly as she could. As my trousers dropped the big bulge in my underpants revealed how excited my penis was. There was a large wet patch in the material at the end of my cock where the pre-cum had oozed out as I'd caned Jenny. Alice pulled my pants down and my cock sprang out, hard and with the purple end fully exposed. I stepped out of my trousers and pants.

"Shall I kiss it now?" asked Alice, almost eagerly in her wish to avoid the worst of the strap.

I smiled down at her.

"No Alice. I need to strap your bottom hard first!" I said.

Her little face fell and even more tears erupted from her eyes. She wriggled her cute little bum.

"Oh boo hoo! Oh please Sir! I'll do it just how you like! I promise! Just the way you've shown me! Boo hoo! Don't strap me! Let me kiss your willy! Pleaeeeeeeease!" she begged.

"Kneel up on the chair, Alice!" I said, pointing at the straight backed chair, "Hold onto the back as tight as you can and stick that bottom right out!"

Sobbing miserably, Alice obeyed. Her bum looked so cute pushed out and very ready for the strap. I went up behind her and pulled her buttocks apart to have a good look at her cute little anus. It was the sweetest little hole; tight and pink with the darker coloured soft skin surrounding it. My cock twitched as I thought of the new severe methods I would get her mother to agree to that evening. I couldn't wait to hear little Alice's squeals of disbelief as she discovered how a girl's bottom hole could be used for strict discipline.

I stepped back and positioned myself so I could get a really good swing with the strap. I wanted my cock to enjoy slipping into the top of Alice's young throat. A firm strapping would be required to ensure she was suitably compliant to allow such an intrusion. Over the weekend I would ensure that her throat got considerably stricter training.

I held the strap far back and the brought it across her bottom with a solid flick of my wrist just as it was approaching her little cheeks. There was a solid meaty sound as it met the tender little bottom that was so reluctantly thrust out.

THWACK!

As the strap bit into Alice's chubby little bottom she violently thrust her body forward away from the strap. There was a moment as she sucked the air into her lungs.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she howled, "YEEEEEEEEEEIGH! MY BUM! IT HURTS! OH DON'T! PLEASE SIR! DON'T! WAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Stick it our, girl! Stick that bottom out! I'll change the strap for the cane if you don't do as you're told!" I threatened.

Alice thrust her bottom back out. There was an inch wide welt forming across it with the twin tails of the strap clearly visible.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

I set up a steady rhythm bringing the strap hard across her bum as she twisted and howled, trying desperately to be good and keep her bum stuck out for it.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! SIR! YEEEEEEEOWWWWWW! STOP! PLEEEEEEEEEASE! NYAAAAAAAAAH! MY BOTTOM! THE STRAP! IT HURTS! YAAAAAAAAAAH!"

I landed twenty solid strokes with the strap as she howled and writhed. Her bottom was a burning red and deeply welted from the strap. My cock twitched and leaked pre-cum; how it loved to see little girls having their bottoms whipped. I went and sat down in the armchair.

"Alice, come and please me!" I told her.

The wailing girl clambered off the chair, her hands grabbing big chunks of her bottom as she danced her way over to me. She almost fell over as she got on her knees in front of the armchair, one hand reaching out for my cock, the other still rubbing and pulling at her scalded bottom cheeks.

"Remember what I like, Alice!" I reminded her.

Still wailing from the strap, she nodded her head in acknowledgement. Her bright red tear and snot soaked face bent over my straining cock. Her hand was holding my shaft firmly and slowly jacking the loose skin up and down. She opened her mouth and I sighed as her hot little lips closed around the sensitive helmet of my cock. Her tongue began to flick over the helmet as her lips slipped up and down over the stretched skin where my foreskin had been pulled back. I put my hand on the back of my head and I heard a sweet little wail of horror at what she knew I was going to make her do. My cock pushed into the top of her reluctant throat and I felt it convulsing around me as she began to gag.

"Garrrrrrrrrrrrrk! Gurrrrrrrrrrrrk! Currrrrrrrrph!" she spluttered and gagged.

I pulled her head back; I didn't want her to be sick in school. Alice redoubled her efforts to make me squirt without using her throat. Her little hand stroked my cock faster and faster and her head bobbed up and down as she slurped and dribbled over my sticky purple end that filled her mouth. Her tongue kept running around the edge of my glans and I could feel my balls starting to tighten. Her good work was going to make me cum very soon.

I let out a tight little groan as my sperm exploded into her mouth. There was the beautiful sexy noise of her sucking up and swallowing my sperm that continued pumping into her. After I'd finished I let her carry on for a little while so I could enjoy the after effects of her stimulating little mouth. When I'd had enough I let her get up and dressed, whilst I put my pants and trousers back on. 

When we left the stockroom I could hear the class waiting outside the classroom door to be allowed in. Alice sat tearfully at her desk, entirely unable to keep still as she wriggled and moved her little bottom in a constant painful dance.

The rest of the class filed in. They only had to take one look at Alice's red puffy face, her tear filled eyes and her inability to sit still to know that she had spent a very uncomfortable break with me in the storeroom. Soon Alice had a friend; little Jenny found that she couldn't sit properly too. I enjoyed watching the two of them squirming and weeping for the next few hours.

The rest of the day proceeded quietly. I knew that my cock and I would have a lot of fun with Alice over the weekend and I didn't want to overexert myself. Non-the-less, by the time the end of the school day came, my cock was hard and throbbing and I was looking forward to being very strict with little Alice's bottom.

At the end of the day all the children left; grateful for a weekend with their bottoms away from my classroom, but little Alice waited obediently while I tidied up. I could hear her sniffing back the tears as I got ready to leave. Before we left I collected a very special pamphlet from the cupboard in the storeroom and carefully put it into my briefcase. I was sure that Alice's mother would find the contents of the pamphlet most interesting.


PART 1, CHAPTER 2 - Pastoral Care

Thanks to my trust fund I was one of the few people in town at that time to have a car. It was cold and wet outside but dry and slightly warmer in my car. Alice and I were driving towards her home; a small terraced house on the poorer side of town. The loss of Alice's father in the war had left her mother with little, but there were those worse off; little Jenny's mother for instance.

We approached Alice's house; it looked dark and cold. I parked the car on the street. I knew the neighbours' curtains would be twitching and that they would be wondering why teacher had brought little Alice home again; more trouble at school they would think. Alice and I got out of the car and I carefully picked up my briefcase to take with me.

Alice's mother welcomed me into the house; a small mousey woman with a shrew like face, she had a number of male friends who visited occasionally and, I suspected, whose sexual needs she complied with in return for their `generosity'. One thing was for sure, the idea of her daughter being disciplined appealed to her. My guess was that she felt that if she was doing things she hated to make ends meet then her daughter should have an equally unpleasant time. Overall she was not a nice lady, but that suited me just fine.

"Oh hello, Mr M.! Do come in!" she said, her eyes gleaming at me, "I hope Alice was good at school today!"

"I'm afraid she wasn't, Mrs. Brown." I answered, "I had to give her bare bottom a good strapping!"

Alice's mother quickly ushered us in and closed the door behind us. She turned to her daughter.

"Well Alice, let's see the damage then!" she said and without any further warning grabbed her daughter's pinafore, pulled it up and dragged her knickers down.

Alice made a distressed mewling sound as her little bottom was exposed to our view. The bouncy little cheeks were a dull pink, having faded from the bright red of her strapping. The welts were clearly visible though, if anything more obvious than earlier in the day. Her mother roughly pulled and squeezed at the bottom on the pretence of examining her, but it was clear that she wanted her daughter to wriggle and yelp for me; something that Alice obliged us with as her mother pinched the sore welts.

"Oh yes, you've done a good job with the strap there, Mr M.." her mother remarked, "She needs it good and hard. It's the only way to get through to her! Um, did you by chance get the note I sent?"

I could see her eager eyes looking hopefully into mine. I guessed that she would not want her daughter around for the kind of games her male friend would want to play with her.

"Yes I did, Mrs Brown! I'm happy to say that I can look after Alice this weekend for you!" I announced.

Relief flooded her face.

"Oh Mr M., I can't thank you enough. Honestly, I can't! You'll be sure to spend as much time as you like dealing with her bare bottom, won't you. Like I said in my note, I'll expect plenty of bruising!"

There was a wailing sob from Alice as I smiled at her mother.

"I wonder if I could have a word with you in private, Mrs Brown?" I asked.

"Of course! Of course!" she said, "Alice, go and wait upstairs. Your case is already packed, so you can sit and think about what's going to happen to your bottom! You're such a naughty girl! I'm so lucky to have someone like Mr M. to take you in hand!"

Alice scuttled upstairs weeping loudly whilst her mother led me to the kitchen. As we got to the kitchen, Alice's mother moved quickly to close the door to a walk-in cupboard. Before she did, I just caught sight of a coiled whip and what must have been a makeshift leg spreader. It looked like her male friend was going to be playing some very rough games with her. I wondered if she'd like what I had planned for her daughter. We sat down at the kitchen table and I opened my briefcase, taking out the pamphlet and putting it on the table in front of me.

"Mrs Brown, I'm going to show you the very latest in educational thinking about how girls should be disciplined!" I said.

Alice's mother's eyes sparkled and she drew her seat up eagerly to view the publication.

"You see," I continued, "you suggested that I consider more severe discipline for Alice. I agree with you that her bottom gets used up too quickly when she's being thoroughly spanked and we need something that allows me to continue her discipline for a much longer period."

Alice's mother nodded emphatically. I carried on.

"What I am going to show you is for the use of bona fide teachers only. I must request that you do not talk to anybody about what I am going to show you. If you do I would be required to withdraw my support for Alice." I warned.

Alice's mother nodded solemnly.

"You have my absolute word, Mr M.. You know that I trust you with all Alice's discipline." she replied.

I moved the pamphlet so that we could both see it clearly. The pamphlet was A5 size with a plain white cover. In the top left hand corner in small block capitals was the title `Discipline In Education'; below that a subtitle, `Pamphlet No. 5' and below that `Girls Version'. At the bottom of the page, located centrally, was the following wording, `Education Research Foundation. This Pamphlet is for the use of bona fide teachers and child care professionals only.'

I opened the cover up. The first page behind the cover was blank. Next there was a second title page. In bold letters it stated, `Anal Discipline And Your Child - The Route To Improved Control And Better Performance'. Underneath the title was a small section of text, `This pamphlet will be used to illustrate a talk given to you by a teacher or child care professional. Listen to them carefully. Do not be shocked by the images or text in this pamphlet. Scientific research has proved that the methods illustrated are highly effective.'

I turned the page again. The first page showed a photo of a mother with a young girl, of maybe eight or nine years old, standing next to her. The mother looked exasperated and the young girl was laughing and sticking out her tongue. Underneath there was the following text; "Look at this girl! She is naughty! She causes her mother problems! She does not do well in class! She needs to be controlled!"

The next page showed a photo of the same mother and girl. In this photo the mother was looking pleased and wore a broad smile. The girl, on the other hand, looked highly distressed; her little mouth was turned down at the corners and her face was wet with tears. It was possible to see that the girl's skirt had been lifted and suspended at the back. Underneath there was the following text; "This girl is now good! She has been controlled! Her mother is happy! But she has not been spanked! What is the secret?"

I turned over the page.

The next page showed a photo of the same mother and child in the same position but shot from the back. The child's bottom was naked. Protruding from between the buttocks was a large black shiny object. Underneath there was the following text; "This girl is being anally disciplined! It makes her good! Anal discipline can be applied as frequently and severely as required. It can be used in addition to spanking for even greater effect."

The next page showed a photo of a different girl of maybe ten years old. She was naked and lying over a footstool with her legs tucked underneath her. Her hands were reaching back and pulling her buttocks apart to show her anus. The anus was filled with an inch wide solid glass rod. Her face was turned back to the camera; it was soaked with tears and snot and her mouth was open as she howled. Underneath there was the following text; "Anal discipline works! This girl's bottom hole is being hurt by being stretched! It makes her good! She will learn more in class too!"

Alice's mother's face had a little smile playing over her lips. She was flushed and I could see her shifting in her seat in little excited wriggles.

"Would you like to see the next page?" I asked.

"Oh yes, Mr M.! This is so.. so.. `instructive'!" she gasped.

I turned the page. 

The page showed a photo of a young girl, of maybe only seven years old, lying on her back with her legs being held up and back by a man. Three of his fingers were buried in the child's anus and her mouth was wide open as she wailed at the wicked intrusion. Next to the girl was a large tube of medical lubrication cream. Underneath there was the following text; "Enemas are an essential part of anal discipline. This girl is being prepared for a deep enema with a special disciplinary nozzle."

The next page showed a photo of the same girl in the same position with a huge enema nozzle stretching her anus wide open. A black tube from a large enema bag was connected to the nozzle. The girl's tummy was swollen as if she were pregnant and she was crying and waving her arms and kicking her legs. Underneath there was the following text; "This girl has received a large four pint enema. She will keep the liquid in her for proper disciplinary period. Only when she has learnt her lesson will she be allowed to empty herself."

I turned the page again.

The next page showed a photo of the same girl in the same position. The girl was clasping her buttocks firmly, one in each hand, and pulling the cheeks wide apart. There was no object in her anus and it gaped open maybe half an inch wide. Her tearful face was a picture of misery and shame. Underneath there was the following text; "A gaping anus is a good anus! This child will now be well behaved and will do well in school! A long bottom hole stretching should result in an anus that gapes open for several hours."

The next page showed a photo of an older girl of maybe eleven years old. She was naked and bent over a school desk. On the desk top were many objects that could be used to stretch her anus; different solid butt plugs, solid glass rods and a stainless steel speculum. Behind her stood a man. He was holding a butt plug that was is pushing into her anus. She was looking back at the camera; her face was red and she was screaming. Underneath there was the following text; "There are many objects that can be used to anally discipline your child. The teacher or child care professional who is showing you this pamphlet has access to specially designed objects. If they offer to anally discipline your child for you then you should accept. Before turning to the next page, a warning will be issued."

I coughed and Alice's mother looked up at me.

"I'm obliged to warn you that the next page might be slightly shocking." I said.

Flushed and wriggling her bottom on the chair, Alice's mother urged me on.

"No, no! Please continue!" she said breathlessly.

I turned to the final page.

The page showed a photo of the same girl bent naked over the desk. Behind her the man was naked too. His erect penis was embedded deep in the little girl's anus. He was holding open her bottom cheeks so the camera can capture how very deep he was in her. The girl was twisting about on the desk, her bright red face thrown back towards the man, tears flying off as her wide open mouth suggested she was squealing loudly. Underneath there was the following text; "Do not be shocked by this picture! The very best thing for stretching a young anus is the erect adult penis. The unique combination of hardness and soft fleshy tissue means that this tool can be applied repeatedly to the child's anus over a long sustained period with no fear of damage. The penis must be very hard to affect entry and the child may be required to stimulate the male manually or orally to achieve this. Due to the pressure and friction the penis can ejaculate in the anus during the stretching process. After a suitable rest and further stimulation the male should be able to continue."

Alice's mother looked at me glassy eyed.

"Would you be able to discipline Alice like this?" she asked in a whisper.

"With your agreement, yes!" I answered.

"Oh yes! I'd like you to, very much indeed!" she answered, and them remembering herself added, "For her discipline, of course!"

"Yes, of course!" I echoed, "Naturally I will be applying this in addition to the normal spankings and canings I'm going to give her bare bottom."

"Yes, she needs that bottom of hers spanking!" Alice's mother smiled.

Alice's mother's eyes stayed on the picture. I could tell she had something to ask. I waited politely.

"Um, er, when you `deal' with Alice," she wondered, "will you do it like in the picture, with it all up her?"

"It's certainly my intention to insert the whole length. Yes!" I smiled at her.

"Good! I don't want any half measures for my daughter. She deserves everything she gets!" she smiled back at me.

I nodded in agreement and got up to leave. Alice's mother called her down and Alice tearfully descended the stairs carrying her case. As she reached the bottom I spoke to her harshly.

"Lift your skirt!" I demanded.

Blushingly Alice lifted her skirt to reveal a fresh pair of knickers.

"Take those off and give them to your mother!" I ordered, "You won't need those when we get back to my house!"

Alice sobbed and pulled her knickers down; she stepped out of them and then handed them to her mother. Her mother took them and then slipped her hand under the back of her daughter's skirt.

"MUMMY!" squealed Alice, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"I'm putting my finger in your bottom hole!" her mother calmly said, raising Alice's skirt so I could see that her index finger had been pushed deep into Alice's tight little bottom.

Alice wriggled wildly was her mother moved her finger energetically in the hole and finally withdrew it.

"Alice," she said, "I want you to know that I fully approve of all the discipline Mr M. is going to give you this weekend. I know everything he is going to do to you and you deserve it all!"

Alice was crying and she looked totally bewildered as to why her mother had put her finger into her bottom hole. I smiled at Alice's mother and she smiled back. Alice would find out why before very long.

I enjoyed the trip back to my house. Alice sat next to me in the car and cried delightfully all the way. My hand kept slipping between her legs to her naked little pussy, her knickers having been left in the care of her mother. She obediently held her legs open for me and every time I fondled and fingered her little pussy there was a fresh outburst of sobbing.

We reached my house. My trust fund had afforded me a nice large detached suburban house; secluded by hedges and reached by a long drive. I opened the gate to the drive, drove through and then locked it behind us. There would be no disturbances for Alice and myself.

When we reached the house I carried her case to the door and she followed me, sniffling and trying to brush the tears from her face. As soon as we got in I went to light fires in the grates in the sitting room, kitchen and two bedrooms. Alice and I were unlikely to have our clothes on for long and I didn't want to get cold.

I put a large kettle of water on to boil in the kitchen. By the time I returned to the sitting room it was warming up nicely. I drew the thick curtains and switched on the light. Alice stood demurely, her hands clasped in front of her.

"Boo hoo! Boo hoo! Please Sir! Please don't spank me! Pleeeeeeeeeease!" she sobbed.

My cock throbbed as she pleaded with me. She was so cute and she cried and begged in such a lovely way.

"Take your clothes off, Alice! All of them!" I instructed.

I sat back on the sofa and watched as she entertained me with a reluctant striptease.

"Come here, girl!" I said, beckoning her to me.

Slowly Alice crept across the room to me.

"Please Sir! Pleeeeeeeeeeeease!" she wept as she reached me.

"What am I going to do with you, Alice?" I wondered aloud, "Such a naughty lazy little girl! You need so much bare bottom punishment this weekend! I just don't know how we're going to fit it all in!"

"Ooooooo, Sir! Please! No!" Alice begged, "I'll kiss your willy! Don't give me so much punishment! Not on the bare! Pleeeeeeeeeease!"

I smiled up at her.

"You know how hard I can discipline you at home, don't you Alice? There's no school rules here! You know how big the senior girls cane is and how much it hurts!" I taunted her.

I watched Alice gulp and shiver. Once a little girl like Alice had tasted my three foot senior girls cane she never wanted it again.

"Your Mummy said that after last time I gave you the senior girls cane you couldn't sit down for a week! I had to let you stand up in the classroom as well, didn't I?" I carried on.

"Boo hoo! Yes Sir! Boo hoo!" Alice blubbered.

"Go and fetch the senior girls cane, Alice!" I said, "I think you need a little reminder, don't you?"

"Oooooo! No Sir! Please! No Sir!" she pleaded, hopping from one foot to another in dread.

"You weren't refusing, were you Alice?" I said threateningly.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaah!" she wailed and ran upstairs to where she knew I kept the cane.

She came back down and entered the sitting room carrying the dreaded implement. I held out my hand and she handed it to me. I whipped it through the air and she shrank back as it made a loud swishing noise. 

"Alice, I'll give you a choice!" I said, "It's either a good hard dose of this or I can spank you with the hairbrush, but if you choose the hairbrush then we're going to need the bucket out afterwards. Understand?"

Alice nodded her head dumbly. She understood alright! If the bucket was out then it meant my cock was going deep into her throat. She looked at the big cane quivering in my hand.

"B...B...Bucket, please Sir!" she wept.

"Very well!" I said, "Go and fetch the hairbrush, bucket and rubber sheet, Alice. If your performance is anything like last time, I expect we'll both need to take a bath afterwards."

As Alice went upstairs to collect the unpleasant things she had been sent for. I got out the old tin bath and put it in front of the fire. I fetched the big kettle of boiled water and poured it into the bath. Then I fetched further kettles of cold water and made the bath ready. By the time I finished Alice had returned with everything and was crying loudly to herself.

I stripped off my clothes; I wanted to be naked for this exciting discipline session. As I walked around naked sorting things out, my hard cock bounced happily at the thought of what pleasure Alice was going to have to give me and how much she would hate it. I sat on the sofa and patted my upper thighs.

"Over my lap, Alice! Time for a good hard dose of the hairbrush, my girl! Let's see how much Sir can make the hairbrush hurt, shall we?" I told the mewling girl.

Alice lay over my lap. Her delightful bottom was pushed up where her midriff was over my legs. I used my hands to part her buttocks and took a good look at her pretty little anus and pussy. Every little girl's is different. Alice's little bottom hole had a large area of darker skin around it and the hole itself was a very pretty pink. Her pussy was puffy and the inner lips peeked out slightly. A small blob of pre-cum appeared on the end of my cock as I closely examined Alice's little holes. I picked up the hairbrush and patted her bottom with it.

"Now then, Alice! Time for us to get to the bottom of the problem!" I smiled.

Alice gave a disconsolate wail and her bottom wriggled delightfully. As she did this her soft little body rubbed against my hard cock. I smiled; this was going to feel lovely.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

I landed some really hard ones to start with to make Alice squeal and wriggle. She didn't disappoint me.

"YEOWW! YEEEEOWWWWEEEEEE! OWWWWW! STOP! STOP! IT HURTS!" she wailed.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"OWWWWWWWW! STOP! AAAAAAAAAAH! SIR! PLEASE! NOT SO HARD! WAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she cried, her movement becoming more frantic.

Her little bottom was getting some nice red marks on it and her squirmy wriggling was keeping my cock entertained.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"AAAAAAAAAAH! SIR! NO MORE! PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE! PUT YOUR WILLY IN MY MOUTH! STOOOOOOOOOP!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! IT'S BURNING! STOP! YAAAAAAAAAAH! I'LL BE GOOD! I PROMISE! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

I took my time giving her a good long hairbrush spanking. That little bottom was mine to enjoy for the whole weekend. I wanted it bright red and burning like fire. I kept spanking giving her hard solid whacks from the hairbrush on her wriggling little cheeks.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"NYAAAAAAAAH! SIR! NO! WAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BOTTOM! EEEEEEEEEEEE! STOOOOOOP! I'LL MAKE YOUR WILLY HAPPY! BWAAAAAAAAAH!"

Her red swollen bottom cheeks bucked and writhed beautifully across my lap. My cock throbbed and tingled with all the nice wriggling she had done against it. I was very hard and ready to start her lesson in pleasing me with her throat.

I released Alice and she jumped off my lap. Her post-spanking performance set my lions on fire. She screeched and jumped holding her smarting cheeks in both hands, capering around the room showing off her pussy and anus as she pulled at her scalded bottom.

I moved off the sofa and stood on the rubber sheet. Poor Alice came and knelt in front of me, still rubbing her bottom feverishly. She stared at my engorged penis that stood erect against my stomach. Then she looked up at me.

"Waaaaaaaaah! Oh please, Sir! Don't stick it all in! Oh please! It will make me sick! I know it will! Oh please don't! Bwaaaaaaaah!" she begged.

Unfortunately for Alice her mother was now a great supporter of this treatment for her little girl and had been most enthusiastic when I'd explained its benefits. The pamphlet I'd shown her, `Purgatory throat discipline for children', had clearly explained the educational advantages of having a little girl slobbering and gagging over an erect adult penis.

"Do you want to feel the senior girls cane on your bottom, Alice?" I threatened.

She shook her head wildly.

"No! Not the cane! Please! Never! Don't!" she sobbed

I smiled down at her.

"Open wide, Alice!" I said.

Slowly and reluctantly Alice opened her mouth wide and I inserted the whole length of my cock.

What a fine session we had! My cock was treated to the most exquisite sensations as Alice's young throat squeezed and rubbed against it. I repeatedly inserted and withdrew my cock from her mouth and throat, and every time as she finished `using the bucket' she would beg me pitifully.

"Waaaaaaaaaah! Boo hoo! Please Sir! Not again! Pleeeeeeeeeease! Boo hoo! I don't need it putting in again! I've learnt my lesson! I'll be good! Oh God! Don't! Please! Oh no! Not again! Nooooooooo!"

I held her by the ears and slipped in and out of her gagging throat as she gave my cock the most incredible pleasure. Soon I was on the edge of cumming and I executed my favourite finish to this delightful exercise. I squeezed her nose tight shut and let her agitated movements and convulsing throat bring me off. With a roar of pleasure I ejaculated deep into her throat and my whole body spasmed with joy until my balls were emptied.

Poor little Alice was quite a mess, so I swiftly dropped her into the bath and removed the bucket and rubber sheet. A few minutes washing later and you could never have told the unpleasant treatment she had just been subject to. She looked up at me, her eyes still watery.

"Oh Sir!" she snivelled, "I do so hate you doing that! Will it really make me good?"

I smiled down at her.

"Of course it will, Alice. It's a proven scientific fact! It's a special treatment that only a man can properly give. If you had a Daddy, he would do this for you too!"

"Would he?" she asked, inquisitively.

"Yes." I smiled, "It would show how much he loved you."

She nodded silently.

"What about all the spankings and canings?" she asked.

"Oh Alice!" I laughed, "Daddies spank and cane their daughter's bare bottoms all the time!"

"Yes." she agreed quietly.

I lifted her out of the bath and dried her in front of the fire. Then I put a small pair of cute nylon pyjamas on her; not the pair her mother had sent, but a pair that fitted snugly around her bulging bum and pussy.

"What happens now?" I asked her.

A fresh little tear trickled down her cheek.

"I go to bed." she said softly.

"And then what?" I smiled.

"Sniff! Sniff! And then you come up and show me how Daddies give their daughter's their bedtime sp...spankings! Boo hoo! Boo hoo!" she began to cry again.

"Up you go, Alice!" I said, patting her tightly encased bottom, "'Daddy' will be up soon!"

She ran out of the room crying loudly and I heard her galloping up the stairs and then her bedroom door close behind her. I would give her a few minutes to have a really good cry. It was always much nicer then when I went up; she would be dreadfully keen to please her `Daddy'.

I put my clothes back on and spent some time cleaning up after the strict training session I had given Alice. I knew she would be hungry by now, so I made her some jam sandwiches; a rare treat she wouldn't get at home. I took them up to her.

The bedroom was brightly lit with a little single bed with pretty pink sheets and an eiderdown. There was a soft rug on the floor, teddy bears on the bed, a white straight-backed chair, a low brown armchair, a chest of drawers and a bedside cabinet. The curtains were decorated with pictures of little kittens and were tightly drawn against the rainy night. A fire burned in the little grate making the room pleasantly warm. This lovely little girls' bedroom was where my unfortunate `special' pupils were obliged to let `Daddy' give them their bedtime spankings and then enjoy their little bodies.

Alice was sitting on the edge of the bed, crying. She saw the sandwich I had made for her and, despite her tearfulness, eyed it hungrily. I handed it to her and she gobbled it up whilst I sat on the bed next to her. When she had finished, she looked up at me. 

"Thank you for my sandwich, Sir." she sniffed, "Please Sir! You don't have to spank me tonight! I'll be really good for you! I promise I will!"

She spread her little legs wide apart and looked up at me hopefully. I slid my hand up her inner thigh and stroked her pussy through the thin material of the pyjama bottoms, pushing the material into her little slit.

"I can take my pyjamas off and you can put your willy in me!" she offered, her eyes shining with the hope of an avoided spanking.

I smiled down at her.

"But Alice," I explained patiently, "Daddies like spanking their little girls' bare bottoms. It makes a Daddies' willy go nice and hard. And you've been such a very naughty little girl. Your Mummy said so! Daddy's going to have to spank very hard tonight! Shall we have a look at what's in the drawer?"

Alice's turned her head and looked with dread at the drawer of the bedside cabinet.

"Open the drawer, Alice!" I told her.

She started to sob properly now. She knew that the bedside drawer was where Daddies put things to spank naughty little girls' bare bottoms with. She turned to me.

"Boo hoo! Oh Sir! Please! Can't you just use your hand to spank me with? I'll be awfully good! An' I'll stick my bum up and everything! Pleeeeeeeease!"

"Open the drawer, Alice!" I repeated, more firmly.

Crying freely, Alice reached over and opened the drawer. Inside were a huge size fifteen leather slipper and a large jar of Vaseline.

"Oooooo, not the slipper! I don't want the slipper! It's too big! It'll hurt too much! Don't slipper my bum! Please Sir! Don't! I'll be so nice to you! Not the slipper! Waaaaaaaaaaaah!" Alice wailed.

I got up and put the straight-backed chair in the middle of the room, carefully lifting the teddy bear off the seat and putting it on the bed next to Alice. I began to take off my trousers and pants.

"Alice, take your pyjama bottoms off and come over here with the slipper!" I told her.

By the time Alice had struggled out of the tight fitting pyjama bottoms and collected the big slipper from the drawer, I was sat down half naked in the chair waiting for her. Sobbing miserably she approached me and when she was standing in front of me I took the slipper off her.

"Over my knee, Alice! This is going to have to be a very long hard slippering because you've been so naughty!" I told her.

"Waaaaaaaaaah! Oh please, Sir! Not long and hard! My bum's already sore!" she wept, her hands going back to cover her little cheeks protectively.

"Over my knee, girl!" I commanded.

She climbed over my knee, shaking with sobs. Her bum stuck up as she bent right over. My cock had been soft due to its earlier exertions but now, looking at the cute little bottom sticking up under my nose all quivering and so ready to be punished, I felt my cock start to harden. I knew that the feeling of her little body wriggling against my naked cock as I slippered her bottom would make me very hard indeed.

I took a firm grip of the slipper. It was a large heavy carpet slipper with its sole made of thick hardened leather. This was going to sting Alice's bottom nicely. I brought the slipper down onto the cute little bum as hard as I could.

WHOP!

The little bottom shuddered as it absorbed the impact.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NOT SO HARD! PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!" Alice wailed.

WHOP!

"YAAAAAAAAAAAH! TOO HARD! YOU'RE DOING TOO HARD! PLEASE STOP! I'M SOREEEEEEEEEEEY!"

WHOP! WHOP! WHOP! WHOP! WHOP!

I'd got into a steady rhythm now and Alice's little bum was receiving the relentless walloping with the slipper that it deserved.

WHOP! WHOP! WHOP! WHOP! WHOP!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOO! SIR! STOP! WAAAAAAAAAAH! IT'S BURNING! NO MORE! PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE! WAAAAAAAAAH!"

WHOP! WHOP! WHOP! WHOP! WHOP!

I was having the most lovely time. Slippering a little bare bottom over your knee, listening to the shrieks and heartfelt pleas, watching the protruding cheeks go red and swell whilst the desperate kicking reveals the most intimate views, and all the time having your exposed penis stimulated by the energetic wriggling of a half naked little girl is the most wonderful experience. Who wouldn't forgive me for carrying on and slippering her bottom until it looked like two big shiny red balloons.

I let the howling, screeching girl off my lap and sat back to enjoy her spanked bottom dance. My energetic slippering had certainly brought out the best in Alice and I was treated to the most amazing gymnastics as she sought fruitlessly to stem the appalling sting in her punished bottom.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! YAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she yelled, as she put her leg up on the bed and did the splits so she could get her hands up under her buttocks and rub at the soreness there.

"MY BUMMY! MY BUMMY! THE SLIPPER HURTS!" she howled, as she bent double pulling at her burning bottom flesh and opening her little cheeks to show me her anus.

I got off the chair and sat down in the low armchair, putting my feet up on the arms and shuffling my bottom towards the edge of the chair.

"ALICE! Stop that snivelling, child, and come and show me you're going to be good now!" I commanded.

Alice carried on her feverish bottom rubbing but turned to face me. When she saw what position I was in it brought a fresh wail of despair from her. Cleaning my big hairy adult male bottom hole with her tongue was something I knew she hated. Only the strictest application of the cane had persuaded her that little girls were obliged to do such things.

She stumbled over to where I was and knelt down between my legs. She looked up at me with those tearful pleading eyes.

"Waaaaaaaaaaah! You slippered so hard, Sir! It stings and hurts! Boo hoo! I'll be good now! You don't have to punish me any more!"

Her small hands parted my cheeks and she bent her head forward, choking back the sobs as she smelt my unwashed bottom. I felt her hot breath on my anus as she decided where to start. Then the licking and kissing of my bottom hole began. Her tongue pushed into my hole and worked around the sphincter. Last month's scream inducing session with the cane had taught Alice what I expected of her. The squelching sound as she worked her tongue into my anus made my cock quiver with lust; a blob of pre-cum dripped from its shiny end. I decided it was time for my cock to play a more active role in her discipline.

"That's enough now, Alice!" I said, my voice thick with lust.

I got up and went to the drawer, took out the Vaseline and coated my cock with the slippy substance. Alice wept as she watched me, contemplating how I was going to use my hard lubricated member on her.

"Get on your back on the bed and pull your legs up and back! I'm going to put my willy in your wee hole now!" I told her.

Crying frightened mewling sobs, Alice complied and revealed her tiny delicate pussy to me in all its glory. Her slit opened up a little; it looked like a delicate shell with its coral pink interior and the small hole of her young vaginal entrance. My cock twitched and bounced as I viewed this exciting sight. Alice viewed my cock fearfully; she was very tight and the intrusion of my cock into her little hole was a discipline she dreaded. 

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaah! Sir! No! Please! Just the head! Just the head of your willy in! Please! Not any more! It hurts too much for me! Please! I beg you! Don't push it in deep! Oh please! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!"

I beamed down at her.

"All Daddies do this to their naughty girls, Alice! If you had a Daddy he would have got the whole length of his willy into you years ago! This is Daddy's reward for having taken the time and trouble to discipline you!"

I touched the head of my cock to her little pussy and gave a firm push. The head of my Vaseline coated cock disappeared into her. Alice gave a startled squeal as her most private part was so rudely penetrated. The delicious tightness around me encouraged me to penetrate further. I carried on pushing until I got a full four inches into her; it was the most delightful feeling.

I began pumping my cock in and out of that little hole. The tightness meant that my cock only moved an inch or so each time I thrust in and pulled out. Alice shrieked and babbled desperate pleas to me; her face was beetroot red and soaked with tears and snot as she looked up at me with her pretty tear filled eyes. All this soon had me at the point when I was ready to do my `Daddy squirts'. I could feel my orgasm building deep within me; then I came explosively. I gasped and felt my heart pounding as the pleasure seemed to reach every cell of my body, my cock squirting my `Daddy juice' into her for what seemed like forever.

When I finished I pulled out. Her hands flew to her pussy, grabbing and squeezing the sore, stretched hole.

"Oooooooooo-whaaaaaaaaa! It hurts! My wee hole hurts! You stuck it in too far! Yeeeeeeowwwww! It hurts inside! It burns! Bwaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she wailed.

I put my pants and trousers back on and enjoyed the sight of her bright red bottom and gaping little pussy.

"Time for bed now!" I said, as I reached for the light switch, "I'm going to spend a long time dealing with your bottom tomorrow, so I'll need an early night."

I turned off the light, left the room and locked the door behind me. Her terrified shrieks came from behind the door.

"SIR! SIR! LIGHT ON! PLEASE! I'M SCARED OF THE DARK! THERE'S GHOSTS! DON'T GO! WAAAAAAAAAAAAH! PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!"

I smiled to myself as I heard her desperate pleas and her hands scratching at the door. I went downstairs as she called after me, offering my cock even more use of her little body if I would let her keep the light on. When I got downstairs I pulled out the fuse for the upstairs lights. I heard her terrified screams as even the landing lights went off. I knew that tomorrow night the most delightful little girl sex would desperately be given to me in return for leaving her light on. How I looked forward to that!

I went to bed early; my cock and I had a long day ahead of us. Alice was in the next room and I could hear her frightened weeping faintly through the wall. I was in half a mind to go in there and accept a long desperate-to-please, little girl sex session from her. However, I thought better of it. I needed my cock to be very hard indeed for the most enjoyable task of opening up her little bottom hole.

I woke early on Saturday morning, dressed and made preparations. Then I went and unlocked Alice's room. As soon as I entered I could smell urine. Alice was in her bed, softly crying.

"Why can I smell wee-wee, Alice?" I asked, while at the same time searching for where the smell was strongest.

Alice started to blubber almost incoherently as I moved about the room. It only took me a moment to find. There was a small ceramic bowl that had held potpourri to scent the room. The potpourri had been emptied out and the bowl was full to the brim of Alice's wee.

"WHAT ON EARTH IS THIS, GIRL!" I demanded, secretly gloating at the punishment I could now give.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaah! Boo hoo! Oh Sir! I had to go! The door was locked! Boo hoo! There was nowhere else! Oh please don't spank me! Pleeeeeeeeeease! I didn't mean to be bad!"

"You dirty dirty girl!" I lectured, "Weeing in a scent bowl in the bedroom of your teacher's house! Shall I tell the whole class what you did? What do you think your Mummy will say?"

Alice wept piteously; she correctly surmised that, however unfair, her bottom would pay a terrible price for this act. I went to the chest of drawers and opened one of them. It was full of child's underwear. I selected a short white cotton vest and white cotton knee socks for her.

"Put these on!" I instructed, "They'll be all you need to wear today." 

I have to say that Alice looked quite scrumptious with them on. They accentuated how cute looking she was and how her butt jutted out with full flared buttocks.

I took the half naked child downstairs where I had some toast waiting. Again, despite her tearfulness, Alice couldn't help eating slice after slice of buttered toast with jam; a rare treat for her. My cock hardened as I looked at her full little bum cheeks and thought about what lay in store for them. Eventually Alice finished her toast and tearfully looked up at me.

"Alice!" I said firmly, "I think you and I should go to the schoolroom and discuss your recent behaviour!"

Alice's head dropped and she began to sob. Slowly she got up and, of her own accord, began to go upstairs. I followed closely behind admiring her pretty bum. Alice knew from her past visits that I had my back bedroom laid out as a small schoolroom. My garden was well shielded and no one could see into the room from outside. Even so, as an extra protection, I had had frosted glass installed in the window. I followed Alice into the schoolroom and then sat at the teacher's desk.

"Come and stand next to me, Alice!" I said, "I have something I want to show you!"

I took one of my pamphlets out of the desk drawer. I heard a little wail of unhappy surprise from Alice. She clearly remembered the last pamphlet I had shown her, `Purgatory throat discipline for children'. I opened the new pamphlet and showed her the title, `Anal discipline and you - A girl's guide to receiving advanced anal discipline'.

I turned to the first page. There was a photo of a naked little girl of perhaps nine years old. The photo was shot from behind the girl at bottom height looking upwards. The girl had received a severe caning and her bottom was marked with many dark red stripes. She was dancing about pulling at her scalded cheeks. Her bright red face, soaked with tears and snot, was turned back looking over her shoulder at the camera. Her mouth was wide open as she howled. Under the picture was the following text: "This girl has been bad. Very bad! Her bottom has been properly caned, but she needs to be punished more. She will be anally punished. You are going to be anally punished too."

Alice wept softly as I turned over the page. Now she could see two pages, each with a photograph and text on. The first photo showed a different girl to that on the first page of the pamphlet. This girl was about ten years old, naked and standing next to a toilet. Hung from the toilet was a large enema bag. A black rubber tube ran from the bag to a valve and nozzle. The nozzle was black and shaped like an erect adult penis. It was being held by a man whose shoulders and head were not visible in the photo. The man's penis protruded erect from his trouser flies. Under the picture was the following text: "This girl is going to have her bottom hole cleaned. This will hurt. She has been bad. After her bottom hole has been cleaned she will be given a more severe anal punishment. You are going to have your bottom hole cleaned too."

Alice was crying little frightened wails now. The following page showed the same girl bent over with her hands on the toilet seat and her bottom jutting out. The man was pushing the nozzle up her anus; a good three or four inches had been inserted. The girl was looking back between her legs at the camera. She was crying and screaming. Under the picture was the following text: "Having something big put in your bottom hole hurts a lot. You are going to have your bottom hole hurt too."

I turned over the page to show the next two pages. They both showed photos of the same girl next to the same toilet. The first page had a photo of the girl standing up. Her tummy was massively swollen, as if she were pregnant. She was jumping from foot to foot, her tear covered face howling in pain. Under the picture was the following text: "Water comes through the tube into this girl's bottom. The water makes her tummy swell up. It hurts her a lot. The water cleans her bottom. You are going to get a swollen tummy too." 

The next photo showed the girl sitting on the toilet, holding her tummy and crying. Under the picture was the following text: "After the water filled this girl's bottom and tummy she is allowed to go to the toilet. This may be enough to clean her bottom or she many need to have her bottom and tummy filled several times. After the water has filled your bottom and tummy, you will be allowed to use the toilet too."

I turned over the page again. I could feel Alice trembling next to me as she wept fearful tears and mewled in despair as she saw each new picture. There were again two pages each showing the girl who had been on the first page of the pamphlet. The first photo showed her red caned bottom cheeks pulled apart and a man inserting a butt plug into her. Her anus was stretched almost an inch wide by the butt plug. The photo captured her howling red face. Under the picture was the following text: "This girl has had her bottom cleaned. Now she can be given even more severe anal discipline. See how much having her bottom hole stretched hurts her. You will have your bottom hole stretched too."

The next page had a photo showing the girl bent over. The man was holding the girl's bottom cheeks wide apart for the camera. The butt plug had been removed and the little anus gaped open by half an inch. Under the picture was the following text: "When a girl's bottom hole has been properly stretched it will gape open. This shows it has been properly stretched. Things can be left in your bottom hole for many hours, often overnight. Then your bottom hole will gape open all day. You will have your bottom hole made to gape open too."

I turned the page again. As Alice saw the next two pages she wailed and hid her face in her hands, sobbing piteously. 

"Take your hands away, child! Look at these pictures and read the words!" I demanded.

Still crying hysterically, Alice did as she was told.

On the first page was a photo of the girl with the caned bottom. The man who had been stretching her anus had inserted almost the whole length of his penis deep into her rectum. The girl again looked back over her shoulder into the camera, screaming and crying. She seemed to be trying desperately to pull away from the man and the big thing he had pushed up her bottom, but he was holding her tight around the waist and forcing her back into him. Under the picture was the following text: "A man's hard willy is good for stretching a little girl's bottom hole. The man will do his squirts up your bottom. Having a willy in your bottom hole will hurt you but feel nice for the man. This is another way you can please the man in charge of you. You will have a man's willy put up your bottom hole too."

The next page showed a photo of the girl who had received the enema in the toilet. She had been bent back over the toilet and the man who had been administering the enema had his penis buried up to the hilt in her young bottom hole. Again, she was shrieking and trying to pull away. Under the picture was the following text: "This man can't wait! He likes to put his willy in this bad girl's bottom. The man in charge of you will put his willy in your bottom hole many times. You will always do as he says when he wants to do it. You are a bad girl and anal discipline is needed to make you good."

I turned over the page. There was just a single final page left. It was a montage of what appeared to be amateur photographs. Each showed a little girl in a different situation with an adult male penis pushed deep into her bottom. In one photo a little girl was in a compartment on a train and had had her skirt lifted and knickers pulled down. She was sitting in the lap of a man whose penis was deep in her bottom. She was howling and wriggling. In another a girl was in a tent. She had a swimming costume pulled down and was bent at an angle, her butt pushed out and a naked man behind her pushing his penis up her. In another it was a picnic site, deserted other than for a girl with her skirt and knickers pulled down and bent over one of the wooden picnic tables, her feet off the floor. Behind her, with his trousers and pants down, was a man, his cock deep in her anus. Under the picture was the following text: "Anal discipline can happen any time and anywhere. It is a normal way for the man in charge of a little girl to discipline her. You are now going to be anally disciplined."

As Alice read the last sentence she wailed.

"Nooooooooooo! Please Sir! Don't! I don't want anal discipline! I don't want my bottom hole cleaned! Not your willy in my bottom hole! It'll hurt too much! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease! Nooooooooo!"

But I had anticipated Alice's reluctance; that was why we were in the schoolroom and not the toilet. I got up and went to the cupboard where I kept my most severe punishment things. I took out the three foot long senior girls cane; wicked resilient yellow rattan, this would bruise a sixteen year olds bottom. It would leave a lasting memory with Alice's little ten year old bum cheeks.

"Bend over the desk, Alice!" I commanded, "I'm going to give you six of the best with the senior girls cane. I think you'll find anal discipline much more to your liking once I've finished with the cane!"

Alice wailed and covered her bottom with her hands, crying with terror.

"Eeeeeeeee! Please Sir! Not the senior girls cane! Use the junior cane! Bwaaaaaaaaah! You can give me twelve then! I'll stick my bum out! Waaaaaaaaaah! Not the senior girls cane! Oh please! Please! Noooooooooooo!"

"DO AS YOU'RE TOLD! OVER THE DESK! STICK THAT BOTTOM OUT NOW!" I barked at her.

She rushed to obey me, bending over the child's desk, holding on to it and sticking her bum out. Her frightened sobs filled the room.

I stood behind the pretty little bottom and lined up the cane. Done right, this would be a lesson I would only have to teach once. I lifted the cane back and brought it whistling down across the chubbiest part of her little bum.

THWICK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! YAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she screeched.

Alice jumped up and started dancing about, her hands clasped to the burning line across her bottom. All self control gone, she squealed and pranced.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAH! I CAN'T TAKE IT! IT HURTS TOO MUCH! NO MORE! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I could see that firmer action was required. I went to the cupboard and took out some skipping ropes; ideal for restraining little girls who were reluctant to take their bottom medicine. I put Alice back over the desk and tied her hands to the desk legs. The desk was screwed to the floor so there was no danger of it toppling over however much she kicked. 

I stood back and slowly delivered the remaining five.

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

Alice's screaming hurt my ears and her little legs kicked wildly in all directions as the cane taught her that she must always do what Sir tells her to. The senior girls cane would see to it that sitting down would be a problem for some days to come. I untied Alice's hands and she began her manic post spanking exercises. My cock throbbed and jerked in my trousers. There were six thick red lines across Alice's little bottom. The way she squealed and madly pulled at her punished cheeks made we want her mouth on my cock right then. But I needed it to be very hard so I could enjoy her bottom later.

I let her calm down a bit until the squealing had subsided into a miserable howling.

"Are you going to be a good girl now, Alice?" I asked.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAH! YES! YES! I'LL DO WHAT YOU SAY, SIR! DON'T GIVE ME ANY MORE BIG CANE! HURT MY BOTTOM HOLE! BWAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Follow me to the toilet, Alice!" I said, and led the way.

The toilet in the house at that time was out of the back door, into a glass lean-to and then back into a separate room. In those days it was not considered hygienic to have a toilet directly inside the house. I turned the light on in the toilet and shut the door behind us. To Alice's dismay a big enema bag was already hung up on the back of the door. The nozzle was penis shaped but smaller than in the pamphlet, perhaps the size of a fourteen year old boy's erect cock, and was maybe three quarters of an inch thick. It would be plenty big enough for Alice's first stretching experience. There was a jar of Vaseline waiting and I started liberally lubricating the nozzle ready for its painful task.

"Bend over! Hands on the toilet seat!" I told her.

She promptly did as she was told and stuck her bottom out nicely. The cane had taught her a good lesson. I applied plenty of Vaseline to my middle finger.

"Reach back and spread your bottom cheeks, Alice!" I said.

She smartly did so and her pretty little anal hole was revealed; pink and tiny with soft crinkled skin around it. I touched my finger to it and started to push it up. Her hot rubbery passage clung to my finger as I probed her. It was going to feel so good on my cock! I pushed my finger in and out, lubricating the hole well. I took the enema nozzle and pushed the end of it against the hole. Alice gave a quivery wail as her sphincter resisted the large hard end of the nozzle and the skin surrounding the hole was pushed in. I braced myself and pushed hard. Her little sphincter opened up and the head of the nozzle entered her. Alice wailed loudly.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaah! Sir! I can't stand it! It hurts! Ooooooooooooo! It really hurts!"

I smiled to myself. This was nothing to what she'd get once I'd given her the enema.

"Your bottom hole needs to be punished. Alice!" I gloated and pushed the nozzle in, twisting it as I pushed.

Another inch of the nozzle went in. Alice wailed and her body shook with sobs. My cock was straining to get out. Anal discipline was so very effective! I pushed harder still and Alice tried to move away as the pressure on her anus increased.

"Stick it out girl, or it's upstairs for another six with the cane!" I threatened.

Alice wailed and pushed her bottom back out to meet the nozzle I was pushing up her anus. Another two inches went into her. It wasn't enough though; I wanted to be able to get the whole length of my cock into her.

"Stop clenching, you silly girl! Stick that bottom out! I want the whole nozzle up you or I'll use the cane between your legs!" I told her.

Alice howled at the idea and really stuck her bum out. I thrust the final two inches up her and she squealed and jumped about.

"YEOWWWWW! IT HURTS! OH SIR! SIR! SIR! TAKE IT OUT! IT'S TOO BIG! AHHHHHHHHHH!"

I adjusted the valve and let the water start flowing into her bottom. There was silence for a moment.

"Oooooooooooo, Sir! Noooooooo! It feels bad! It's going in me! Right in me! Oh! It's going in my tummy! I can feel it! Ooooooooooo! Stop it, Sir! Stop it now! I beg you!"

The water drained into her and as her tummy started to bulge the cramping started.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAH! SIR! MY TUMMY! OH, I'M GOING TO DIE! I KNOW IT! STOP THE WATER! I NEED THE TOILET! I NEED IT SO BADLY! I HAVE TO GO! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!"

She looked so cute, standing there with her tummy bulging and that enema nozzle stuck up her bottom, the long black tube snaking out between her bottom cheeks and up to the bag. I checked the water; there was still a pint to go.

Alice bawled her little eyes out as the last of the water drained into her. She hopped from foot to foot as the cramping and her desperation to go to the toilet reached their peak. She offered my penis every delight it could ever want if only I would stop the dreadful bottom hole cleaning. As the last of the water drained in, I told her to get ready. I dragged the whole five inches of the nozzle out and she threw herself on the toilet. Her noisy activity only served to humiliate her further in front of me.

It was a much chastened girl that I took back upstairs to her bedroom. I told her to kneel up on her bed with her head down and her bottom stuck out, so that I could stretch her bottom hole ready for my cock. She immediately did as I told her. I took off my trousers and pants and fetched a good inch wide butt plug. In those days such things were only available through licensed medical suppliers to be used for certain examinations. I had a good selection of different sizes. I lubricated the butt plug well and began the long exciting process of Alice's first major anal stretching session.

Alice's squeals could have woken the dead! How she begged me to stop as I probed her bottom hole deeper and deeper. And the deeper the plug went in, the wider it got and the more it stretched her anus. Eventually I got just past the widest part of the plug and her sphincter closed around it drawing it into her. I began to play with the plug; pulling it back to open her up and then letting it slip back in. Alice shrieked dreadfully and wriggled her bum whilst her hands clawed at the bedclothes.

I smeared my aching cock with Vaseline and removed the butt plug. Her hole gaped open for me. I pushed my cock deep in her. Her anus constricted tight against me and I began to vigorously pound the whole length of my cock up her bottom hole. Even the butt plug hadn't prepared her for this.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! YAAAAAAAAAAH! TAKE IT OUT! PLEEEEEEEEEASE! SO BIG! IT'S SO BIG! AAAAAAAAAH! MY BOTTOM! TAKE IT OUT!"

Her bottom hole seemed to milk my cock internally, almost as if it had a life of its own and had been designed with the sole purpose of pleasing a man's penis. With a long groan of delight I came, pumping my cum up her poor red raw bottom hole.

I pulled out of her and she gaped nicely. Her caned bottom and gaping anus, now leaking sperm, was such a hot picture. I went and washed my cock and dressed myself. Alice still had a long session in the schoolroom to come.

When I was ready, I led Alice back to the schoolroom. Behind her desk was a wooden stool. She had never asked why there were certain holes in the stool. Now she was going to find out! Right at the back of the stool I began to attach a butt plug; a little larger than the nozzle I had used on her and a little smaller than the butt plug I had just stretched her with. As she saw what I was doing, tears fell down her face like rain. I lubricated the plug well.

"On you hop, Alice!" I smiled at her.

She hesitated. It only took one look from me at the cane, still lying on my desk, for her to start climbing up on the stool and trying to fit the plug into her bum. She was not doing very well. I lifted her up from behind with one arm around her body and used the other to position the end of the plug against her anus. Then I lowered her down.

Poor Alice! Her bottom was not used to being stretched. As the plug went up her bottom she howled and wriggled. In just a few moments the plug was fully inserted and Alice's thighs were resting on the top of the stool. The plug was right on the edge of the stool and this meant that Alice's bottom cheeks protruded back out into thin air. I put a set of maths exercises on the desk in front of her.

"Numbers one to fifty, Alice! You've got half an hour!" I smiled.

I left Alice to her work; my cock was still recovering after being milked by her anus. I wanted my cock to be very hard before I used her tight little hole again. The next time it would be a very long and slow session for Alice; I looked forward to her weeping and helpless wriggling.

As I pottered around the house I could hear Alice sobbing loudly as the large butt plug did its painful job of stretching her anus. I doubted very much that she was getting on with her maths. I suspected that she needed a little encouragement and my body tingled in anticipation as I went upstairs to give her some.

As I walked through the door of the schoolroom there was a desperate rustling of paper as Alice tried to look busy. A quick look at her paper confirmed my suspicions; fifteen minutes gone and only six questions answered, mostly wrongly from what I could see. I went to the cupboard and took out a leather strap. It was an inch and a half wide and most of its length was cut into three tails. The strap was made of two layers of supple leather carefully stitched together with the polished surface on the outside. As I wrapped the end of it around my hand I could hear Alice's near hysterical sobs; she knew from bitter experience how the three solid tails could smack a little bottom with almost unbelievable force. After the six she had had with the senior girls cane this was going to make her little bottom hurt like sitting on a wasps nest.

"You lazy little girl!" I scolded her, "Look at how few you've done! I'd have thought you'd have been trying extra hard! But no! I think we'll have to smarten up your ideas, won't we?"

She wriggled in dismay, only too aware of how her little cheeks overhung the back of the stool. I walked behind her.

"Don't Sir! Please! Oh God! Not after the cane! Pleeeeeeeeeease! I'll get more sums done! I will! I promise! Don't strap me! Oh, boo hoo! Boo hoo! Don't strap me! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease!"

"Hold onto the edge of the desk tightly, Alice! I don't want you putting you hands back!" I told her firmly.

Waiting with fear, Alice bent further over and gripped the edge of her desk tightly. Her little bottom, with its six red purpling lines pushed itself out to me; the big butt plug clearly visible poking out from between her cheeks. I lifted the strap far back and paused for a moment to enjoy her uncontrolled panicky wails.

THWACK!

Right across the fattest part of her sit-upon.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she screeched.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Real beauties, the strap's tails spitefully flicking up under her cheeks.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOOOO! SIR! YAAAAAAAAAAAH! STOOOOOOP! I'LL BE GOOD!"

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BOTTOM! STOOOOOOP! I'VE BEEN CANED! IT HURTS! EEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Twenty solid smacks with the heavy strap over her caned little ten-year-old bottom had Alice shrieking and bucking about on her stool. As her bottom bounced up and down the wicked butt plug appeared and then disappeared as it kept being thrust back into her sweet little bottom. It was a beautiful sight, made all the more delightful by her howling shrieks and frantic begging.

When I'd finished, her bottom looked like two plump overripe tomatoes, swollen and welted it seemed to quiver and tremble as she remained bent over. Her bright red face was covered with tears and snot and laid flat on the desk top. Her howling filled the room.

My balls tingled and my cock was half hard. Another hour and I would be ready for a very vigorous session with Alice's bottom. I cleared the unfinished maths away; in the meantime I would have her do something to amuse me.

I went to the blackboard and wrote out her next task; `Write an essay two pages long, with the title "How I am naughty and how I get punished". You have one hour. Write neatly and spell correctly. Mistakes will be punished with the cane.'

I went to the cupboard and took out the whippy twenty four inch junior cane and put it on her desk.

"Just to remind you to do a good job!" I smiled at her.

I left and went downstairs where I had a light lunch. I put some bread and butter aside for Alice; I doubted that she would be too hungry until later in the day. After relaxing a little and taking a short sleep to recover my strength, I went upstairs to see how my little pupil was getting on.

When I entered the schoolroom I saw Alice writing furiously. As she saw me she stopped writing and looked up. Her bottom lip quivered and hot little tears welled up in her eyes; she squirmed her bottom on the big plug she was sitting on.

"Please Sir! I tried my best!" she blubbered.

I picked up the writing from her desk and sat down behind my desk to mark her work. I started reading her essay.

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HOW I AM NAUGHTY AND HOW I GET PUNISHED

By Alice Brown, Age 10


I am always being naughty. Mummy tells me I am a lazy, silly, naughty girl. Sir at school tells me I am very naughty. Sometimes I don't know I'm being naughty but I get told I am. I think that if I'm naughty without knowing it then that must be the worst naughty of all.

Mummy says I'm naughty because my bottom gets dirty. She checks my bottom all the time to see if it's clean. I clean it loads but she still says it's dirty. She says I'm a dirty girl and need to be taken in hand. In class sometimes I'm careless and cough or drop a pencil. Sir says that is bad and I'm a silly careless girl.

When I get home from school I have to stand with my hands on my head while Mummy sees if I am a naughty girl. She lifts my dress and pulls my knickers down and looks at them. Sometimes she smells them. She says I am dirty and cannot keep my knickers clean. Then she sometimes rubs my front bottom with her fingers and keeps telling me how naughty I am. It makes me feel really tickly down there and I wriggle. Mummy says wriggling is bad and that shows I am a naughty girl. Then she wrights to Sir and tells him how naughty I am and that I must be punished.

Sir says I am naughty all the time. That is why he has to punish me so much. He punishes me at school and sometimes at his house. Being punished at his house is worst because I get very bad punishments there.

I get punished in lots of different ways now. I used to just get spanked by Mummy. She would take me to my room and take my clothes off. Then she would spank my bare bottom with her hand really hard for ages. That was years ago when I was littler. Then she started using a hairbrush. It was really big and hard. When I got it for the first time I screamed for ages.

When I was nine years old Mummy said that I needed much harder punishment from a man. I was scared because being spanked with the hairbrush hurt so much. She said that there was a teacher in my school who would help. I cried because I knew it meant I was going in the naughty class.

I get punished a lot by Sir and there are lots of ways he punishes me. He has a hairbrush like my Mummy. When he spanks my bare bottom with the hairbrush he does it harder than Mummy and I cry a lot. He has the slipper and he spanks my bottom for ages with it. It hurts more the longer he spanks. It feels like sitting on a fire and I ask him to stop.

Sir has straps that he uses on my bare bottom. He has different straps. They all feel different. He has some long straps that hurt like anything when they smack me but the hurt goes a few hours after. He has other straps that are thicker. They hurt more and keep on hurting for days. Some straps are cut so it's like being smacked with more than one strap at a time. Sometimes the strap smacks between my legs. I always scream when I get the strap. I cannot help it because it hurts so much.

The worst thing Sir has to punish my bottom with is the cane. He has three canes. The nursery cane and the junior cane and the senior girls cane. Mostly I get the junior cane but sometimes Sir gives me the senior girls cane. Canes hurt the worst. When I get my bottom smacked with the cane I cannot even think because it is hurting so much. Sometimes I cry in bed at night just thinking about getting the cane. The senior girls cane hurts more than any other hurt I've ever had. It feels like having my bottom cut with scissors but worse. I never want it again.

Sir has other ways to punish me as well as smacking my bottom. He uses his willy to give me punishment in my mouth and front bottom hole and now my back bottom hole. He has a big willy that is all hard when he punishes me. He puts it in my mouth and I have to lick all over the top with my tongue and rub the skin up and down it with my hands until it squirts in my mouth. Then I have to swallow the squirt stuff that tastes funny and salty. Sir pushes his willy down in my throat now. I hate it because it can make me sick. Sir grunts and sighs a lot when he pushes his willy in my throat. He says that my throat pleasing his willy is a good punishment for a naughty girl. Sir pushes his willy in my front bottom hole. It hurts and makes me really cry for it to stop because his willy is so big and my hole is so small.

Today Sir taught me that he can give me punishments in my back bottom hole. He put something big in it and it hurt as much as being caned but the hurt was up inside my bottom. He put water up there and 
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My cock throbbed urgently. How delightful to read about little Alice's impressions of my strict tutelage. I was annoyed that she hadn't finished her exciting description of her first anal discipline. The cane would make her regret not writing faster so I could have revelled in her pitiful description. I looked at her as she sat half naked at her desk, her young bottom hole so nicely stretched by that big butt plug.

"Disgraceful!" I said, "You didn't even finish. You're a naughty lazy girl!"

A look of panic spread across her face and the tears jumped out of her eyes.

"Boo hoo! Please, Sir! I tried hard! Honest I did! I wrote loads! Oh please don't cane me! Oh please! Boo hoo! My bottom can't take it! Please Sir! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease! Boo hoo!"

I smiled back at her.

"Oh I agree, Alice! I don't think your bottom can take it either. That's why I'm going to cane you on the backs of your thighs! It's going to sting a lot more than on your bottom."

Alice started to shake.

"Boo hoo! Oh please Sir! No! Not there! Oooooooooooooo! It hurts too much! Boo hoo!"

I got up and went to where she was sitting.

"Come on! Up you get!" I said putting my hands under her armpits and lifting.

There was a loud squelchy sucking noise accompanied by Alice's squeals as her sphincter was re-stretched and her bottom disgorged the plug. I made her kneel up on her stool with her head down on her desk. As her bottom thrust out I could see that her anus gaped open almost an inch wide. My cock jerked at the sight. I quickly took off my trousers and pants. I would need to use Alice's bottom hole as soon as the cane had ensured she was obedient.

My cock stood flat up against my stomach; its head had become exposed and pre-cum oozed out of the tip. I picked up the cane and lined it up with the soft sensitive backs of her thighs, still white and quaking beneath the swollen welted dark red of her bottom.

THWICK!

A nice red line high up on her thighs, just below the sit spot where her bottom met her thighs. I had learnt that little girls were particularly sensitive there.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! SIR! PLEEEEEEEEEEASE! I'M SORREEEEEEEY! YAAAAAAAAAAAH! NO MORE!"

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

Her little bottom, with her cute pussy and gaping bottom hole so prominently displayed, wriggled and danced for me as she squealed and pleaded. I loved to hear Alice howling. That mournful urgent sound as she was strictly dealt with made my balls and cock tingle.

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"YAAAAAAAAAAH! MY LEGS! NOOOOOOOO! SIR! DON'T! YEEEEEEEEEEIGH!"

How she wailed as I administered that whippy stick to the backs of her thighs! I didn't count how many strokes I gave her and only stopped when I could see that the backs of her thighs, from the top from where they joined her bottom until halfway down to her knees, were red and swollen with bumpy cane ridges like the rest of her bottom.

Alice's hoarse wails and flailing hands told me that the cane on the backs of her thighs had had just the effect I wanted.

"Alice, go to your bedroom, take your clothes off and get on the bed. I'm going to come and put my willy in your bottom hole!" I told her.

Still howling and with both hands frantically rubbing and grabbing at her caned thighs, Alice danced her way out of the schoolroom off to her bed. I stripped off the rest of my clothes and went to the cupboard to fetch a jar of Vaseline. I smeared it over the whole length of my rigid cock and then went to see Alice.

When I got to her bedroom she was lying naked face down on the bed. She was still wailing and her hands were forlornly trying to rub the sting out of her thighs. She looked so cute lying there, her punished little bummy and thighs wriggling as she rubbed. As she looked so cute I thought I would leave her just like that whilst I disciplined her bottom hole. The only adjustment I made was to get two pillows from the bed and to stuff them under her tummy to push her little bottom up.

I crawled onto the bed and over Alice with her legs between my open thighs. Then I leant forward, using one arm to support myself, and used my spare hand to position the head of my cock against her anus. Then inch by pleasurable inch I pushed up her tiny hole. Her tearful squeals and pleas were so loud that I had no doubt that any neighbours standing outside would have heard them. But in those days hearing a naughty girl screaming her head off whilst staying with a strict teacher was nothing but to be expected. Indeed, if they did hear the occasional scream or howl I would be congratulated later on `dealin' with another badun'". Of course, if they had come into my little pupil's bedroom and seen me naked on top of her thrusting the whole length of my cock in and out of her red raw anus they might have thought differently. But that simply wasn't going to happen and nobody believed the silly tales of a naughty little boy or girl.

Unlike my earlier short, but delightfully sweet, time in her bottom hole, this time I enjoyed myself to the full. I interspersed hard vigorous thrusts with periods of stillness buried deep in her anus enjoying the feeling of the tight accommodating hole that seemingly massaged my cock of its own will. After maybe twenty minutes energetic use of her bottom hole my balls were boiling and I knew it was time to cum. I slowly built myself up to a series of long hard thrusts with my cock up her bum. Then, shaking and groaning with joy, my body stiffened and I poured my cum into her. My orgasm was strong and hard and I collapsed on top of her as I finished.

After a few minutes of recovery I untangled myself from her and removed my cock from her bottom. Tired out now, I left her alone for the afternoon with a plate of bread and butter for company.

When it was early evening I instructed Alice to put on her pyjamas and come downstairs for tea. She came down looking just so sweet in those tight thin little jammies with her bum so sore and wriggly and her eyes so wet and puffy. Despite myself my cock started to harden. 

Poor Alice couldn't sit down so I let her stand to eat. I had made a lovely light chicken dish for tea and Alice, unable to believe how nice food could taste, kept eating until her whole plate was clear. After she had finished she looked at me, her face full of concern.

"Are you going to spank me tonight?" she asked, her voice small and fearful.

It was a question I had asked myself, but seeing her looking so sweet and sorrowful with her little jutt butt so nicely displayed in those pj bottoms it sealed her fate. I nodded.

"Yes, Daddy's going to have to spank tonight!"

She started to cry; little hiccupy sobs becoming stronger and louder.

"Boo hoo! Please Sir! My bum's so sore! Please! Not tonight! Oh please!" she wept.

Silly girl! Her tearful pleading had exactly the opposite effect and made me want to discipline her even more.

I took her to the lounge, where the fire was burning and it was nice and warm for us. I would enjoy her more in there. I pulled her pyjama bottoms down to her knees, had her face away from me and bend over touching her toes so I could admire her bottom. What a sight it was; still red and swollen with some bruising setting in from the senior girls cane.

"How do you think you should be punished?" I asked her.

There was a long silence. I decided to help her a little bit.

"Daddies like to spank before bedtime, Alice, to make their willies hard! I've had to wear your little bottom out today, haven't I? Where haven't I punished yet, Alice?" I asked.

Alice gave a wailing sob and then her shaking voice answered.

"Boo hoo! Boo hoo! On my hands and between my legs, Sir!"

"That's right!" I said

My hand stroked her bottom and then slipped lower to stroke her little pussy lips that were poking out at me.

"Oooooooooooo! Please Sir! No!" she said, her voice rising in fear.

"Don't you want to be spanked on your wee wee hole?" I asked, feigning surprise.

"Ooooooooo! No Sir! I don't Sir!" she whined.

 "Take those trousers all the way off and come and sit in my lap. You can take my willy out first!" I said, a little smile playing on my lips.

Alice eagerly jumped to obey. She knew that sitting in my lap all bare with my cock out meant that a little `Daddy/daughter' deal might be arranged. She slipped her pyjama bottoms off and fumbled about in my lap taking my cock out of my flies. Then she sat in my lap, my cock clasped between the tops of her thighs and pushed against her hot pussy. She grasped my cock and gently began to wank it.

"What is it you want, Daddy? Just tell me an' I'll do it!" she said eagerly.

Do you want the light left on tonight?" I asked.

I felt her shudder with fear.

"Oh yes, Daddy! Please, Daddy! I'll do anything for you, Daddy!" she begged.

"Daddy wants his willy to go all the way into your wee wee hole tonight, darling!" I said, my voice hoarse with lust.

"All the way in, Daddy! Ooooooooooo! Boo hoo! It's gonna hurt so much! Boo hoo!"

"You always have a choice, Alice!" I smiled.

Her head dropped and the tears came thick and fast.

"Boo hoo! How do you want to do it, Daddy? Boo hoo!" she asked miserably.

"Like this, with you facing me and sitting down on it!" I smiled, "Now go and get the Vaseline!"

Alice slowly went off to get the nearest jar of Vaseline. Meanwhile I stripped off and by the time she came back I was sitting naked on the sofa. My cock was hard and twitching and eagerly awaited its pleasure as a tiny reluctant little girl's pussy was opened up to accept it.

I had Alice smear my cock with Vaseline ready for her and then climb up on my thighs. She put the head of my cock against her little hole and began to sit down.

After a few minutes, despite her wails and sobbing tears, my cock's smooth purple head and the first inch of its shaft were in her. It took another five minutes of painful sitting down accompanied by delightful mewling tears before, for the very first time, my whole length was in her. I sat back on the sofa.

"Make Daddy's willy squirt now, Alice!" I told her.

The little girl began to move herself, raising her bottom so that just an inch of my cock was showing and then dropping herself again so that I was fully inserted. It was so hot watching her pussy taking my cock and looking into her red tear soaked face; her eyes and mouth were both wide open as she cried and squeaked with pain as my cock had the most wonderful time disciplining her little hole. Before long I had a nice little cum; not so big considering what had gone before that day, but most enjoyable none-the-less.

I sent the sobbing Alice upstairs to bed bare bottomed, carrying her pyjama bottoms under her arm. Those little bottom cheeks would take more tomorrow.

On Sunday morning I took us both to Church; in those days it was expected. Alice wore her school uniform and I wore a suit. Alice was too sore to sit so she stood at the back. I noticed her standing next to another girl who was maybe a year or so older She looked equally uncomfortable. I recognised her as the Rev Cuthburt's daughter, Julie. Perhaps a little chat with the good Rev Cuthburt was in order.

After the service I hung back as the Rev bade farewell to his parting flock; we were the last ones at the door.

"Ah, Mr M! Delighted to see you!" the Rev Cuthburt shook my hand, "A little girl from your school?" he nodded towards Alice.

"Yes, a rather naughty one, I'm afraid! I'm looking after her for the weekend. She's in need of some strict discipline!" I smiled.

"Mmm, yes! I have something of the same issue with my daughter!" he said nodding at Julie, "Perhaps we could pop into the vestry for a quick chat? Exchange notes? In the spirit of good parenting, of course!"

"Of course!" I agreed.

The Rev Cuthburt locked the church door firmly and led us to the vestry, a thick-walled room with a stout door that he closed firmly behind us.

"Now, you were saying this naughty little one requires strict discipline?" he asked, his face red and shining.

"Yes indeed!" I replied, "I've had to cane her a number of times just in the last day. As a man of the cloth, and a father yourself, perhaps you could inspect the area punished and offer me an opinion on if I've been strict enough?"

"I'd be absolutely delighted!" the good Rev beamed, rubbing his hands.

"Alice, remove all your clothes, then bend over and touch your toes!" I told Alice, who was cringing with embarrassment.

As little tears trickled down her cheeks, Alice obeyed, stripping off her clothes for the Rev's and my amusement. Eventually she pulled her knickers down, bent over and thrust her bottom out as she'd been taught.

Her whole bottom surface was lightly but visibly bruised and there were thin long purple bruise lines where the senior girls cane had done its job. Her anus was red, sore and inflamed. The Rev knelt behind Alice and smoothed his hands over her cheeks, feeling for the ridging and then pulling apart the cheeks, checking her anus in more detail. He finally stood up and we could all see his trousers tented out over his erection. He made no attempt to hide it.

"Excellent work, Mr M! I think you've been quite strict, but not too strict! You use enemas, I think?"

"Indeed. I find they have a most therapeutic effect." I smiled.

He nodded and turned to his own child.

"Julie, remove your clothes and show Mr M your bottom!" he instructed.

Julie burst into tears, but it was clear that she didn't dare disobey her father. Slowly she revealed her little body to us. It was always lovely to see a little body for the first time, and before long my own trousers were in a similar state to the Rev's.

Finally, after some extra big gulped back sobs, Julie pulled her knickers down and showed us her bottom. There were ten vivid red cane lines across it and the surface was a hot red suggesting a pre-caning spanking session. Like the Rev, I closely examined her little cheeks and holes. Her anus seemed untouched, but I could tell from the way her pussy opened up at the slightest pressure that her little hole was the recipient of frequent visits from an erect adult penis.

"You punished her this morning?" I asked.

"Yes!" the Rev confirmed, "I didn't have time to finish off, so I've promised her the rest now. I'd be quite happy if watched her get it!"

"Daddeeeeeeeeey!" wailed poor Julie, "Don't let them watch! Pleeeeeeeease! I don't want them to see! Do it in private! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease! I'll be `really good'!"

As she said the final words she looked up at her father with the kind of look that made it clear what being `really good' meant.

"The little girls I look after are required to be `really good' too!" I confirmed, to put the Rev at his ease.

The Rev Cuthburt reached up on top of the cupboard. There was a clattering sound suggesting that there were quite a number of things on top of the cupboard. Eventually his hand brought down a junior cane.

"Position number two, please Julie!" the Rev smiled.

A sick look came over Julie's face. It was clear that position two was one she found particularly distasteful. She spread her legs quite wide apart and then bent smartly over, putting her hands on the floor. She shifted her legs even further apart until she could get both her palms flat on the floor. It was a delightful position that showed her little pussy and butt hole off to perfection. The Rev stood behind her flexing the cane. He smiled at me.

"She was, how shall I say it, less than accommodating to me this morning."

I shook my head.

"Little girls need to do as their Daddy tells them when he tells them. Pleasing Daddies is a little girls' job!" I pronounced.

"I agree!" added the Rev Cuthburt and drew back the cane.

THWICK!

The Rev Cuthburt caned hard. Poor little Julie's bum shuddered forward with the impact and her screams weren't far behind.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! DADDEEEEEEEEEEY! NOOOOOOOOOO!"

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! DADDEEEEEEEEEEEEY! STOOOOOOOOOP! I'M SORRY! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! BWAAAAAAAAAAH!"

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

The Rev Cuthburt landed twenty stinging strokes to add to the ten his daughter had had earlier in the day. Julie screeched and kept lifting and thumping down alternate feet. This caused her bottom to gyrate madly. Both the Rev and I enjoyed the show. Julie just managed to stay bent over and keep her bum stuck out. When the Rev Cuthburt had finished applying that wicked little cane to his daughter's tightly stretched bottom he spoke to her.

"You may rise!" he intoned.

Julie leapt to her feet and began to dance about the vestry, her hands clutched to her bottom. As she jigged from foot to foot she howled and shrieked just as much as if she were still being caned. Her energetic naked dancing gave us many fine views of her pussy and anus as her legs twisted and she pulled at her buttocks.

The Rev urgently took me to one side. His voice was high and rasping.

"Errrr, perhaps we could swap now?" he suggested.

It was clear what he had in mind and regretfully I shook my head.

"This one's not ready yet. But there are others. With them that would be no problem."

"Others!" he said, his voice full of marvel, "You must call me. Perhaps we can arrange something?"

I nodded in agreement. I could see that the Rev needed some private Daddy/daughter time now. I motioned to Alice to collect her clothes and follow me out of the vestry. We shut the door behind us. Alice started to put her clothes on. After a few moments, despite the thickness of the vestry walls and door, the sound of a little girl gagging and retching met our ears. It seemed that the Rev was teaching his daughter a very strict lesson in `accommodating' Daddy. The noise continued unabated until we left the church some minutes later. It appeared that the Rev was very strict indeed.

In the car Alice was very quiet. She was obviously thinking. Eventually she turned to me.

"Sir, is it true that all Daddies smack their little girl's bottoms with canes and slippers and other things?"

"Yes!" I confirmed.

"Do all Daddies punish their daughters with their willies? Like you and Rev Cuthburt?"

"Yes!" I agreed.

"An' if I had a Daddy, would he keep doing that to me?"

"Yes!" I smiled.

She was quiet and thoughtful again.

"Maybe I'm naughty because I don't have a Daddy to do that all the time!" she said finally.

I looked down at her.

"Yes, Alice. I think you're right. That's why I have to punish you so much and my willy needs to hurt you such a lot!"

Her head dropped, her bottom lip quivered and little tears squeezed their way out of her eyes.

"You're going to hurt me more today, aren't you?" she sniffed.

"Yes, Alice," I smiled, "I'm going to have to give you a really big punishment when we get back to my house."

For the rest of the journey the pretty sound of her fearful sobs filled the car. My cock was ravenous after watching the Rev Cuthburt's strict discipline of his daughter. As I parked my car in the garage I turned to the miserable little girl next to me.

"Alice, go to your bedroom and take all your clothes off. I'm going to have to be very strict with you!" I said sternly.

The wailing girl fled into the house and up the stairs. My whole body tingled; I was going to give Alice one of my most special punishments; the one my special girls hated the most.

I went to the cupboard in the schoolroom and took out the groove strap. I was going to spank Alice's bottom crack and pussy until the whole area between her little bottom cheeks and all over her pussy was red and welted. The groove strap had a short wooden handle with a quarter inch wide, eighteen inch long leather strap attached. Once a little girl had been the recipient of a strict spanking with the groove strap her reaction at seeing it brought out again was always a delight to behold. This would be Alice's second time and I couldn't wait for her to try and persuade me not to punish her. For good measure I took out something she had not yet felt; a little martinet. Like the groove strap it had a short stout wooden handle attached to the end of which were ten eighteen inch long thick leather bootlaces. Each bootlace had a large tight knot tied right at the end of it. Some of the little girls who had been spanked with it had told me that every smack felt like being stung by a swarm of bees. The naughty area spanked with it soon became a mass of swollen red spots. I stripped my trousers and pants off; my cock was going to thoroughly enjoy itself. I went to have some fun with Alice.

As I entered Alice's bedroom she was waiting for me naked, sitting demurely on the edge of the bed. Almost instantaneously, as she saw the groove strap in my hand, she gave a shriek of horrified disbelief that caused my cock to jerk so hard a blob of pre-cum dripped out. Her hands flew to cover her face and eyes to block the terrible image out, and then her lovely pleading started.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaa! Nooooooooooo! Please! Noooooooo! Not that! Oh God! Not that! It hurts! Oh God! It hurts! Please Sir! Give me the cane! Give me anal discipline! Anything! Just not that! Bwaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"You'll have to do better than that, Alice!" I smiled.

Shaking, she took her hands away from her face and looked up at me, her eyes desperate and pleading.

"Boo hoo! Oh please, Sir! I'll do anything! Just give me a chance to make your willy feel nice! Please! I'll show you how good I am! Really! I'll make your willy squirt for you! Boo hoo! I don't want my wee hole strapping! Waaaaaaaaaah!"

I gently stroked her hair as she looked up at me; she spread her legs wide to show me her pussy and demonstrate her obedience.

"Boo hoo! Please Sir! Anything you want!" she emphasised.

She was such a silly girl! Didn't she realise that the harder my cock was, the harder her little pussy and the sensitive bits between her bottom cheeks would get spanked.

"You have ten minutes to make me squirt, Alice! Otherwise you know what you're going to get!"

She nodded her head, understanding her little challenge.

"Please, Sir! Sit in the chair, Sir!" she said, pointing at the low armchair, "I'll kiss your bottom hole for you!"

My cock twitched in anticipation; it was one of my favourite things for her to do. As I positioned myself with my feet up on the chair's arms, Alice briefly disappeared. She returned with the bucket; it seemed as if my cock was in for a real treat.

Alice knelt in front of me and her face disappeared between my bottom cheeks. I felt her tongue, hot and urgent, entering my anus. Ahhhh, the pleasure she gave me as her tongue twirled and probed in my hole and the slurpy squishy noises filled the room. Her face lifted up and she took a firm hold of the base of my cock. Her mouth opened and she lowered her head. I watched my cock enter her mouth and felt it start pushing into the top of her throat. The tiny passage constricted around the exposed shiny tip of my cock as she gagged over me. She forced my cock deeper into her throat and her finger found my bottom hole. She pushed her finger and wriggled it about like the girls did with the boys in class. For a while I though the little minx really would make me cum as she retched and choked on me, but I gritted my teeth and held out; my cock knew that there was a most exemplary crack-spanking to be given yet.

Frustrated that her efforts had not born fruit, Alice took my cock out of her mouth and fetched the Vaseline. She smeared it over the whole length of my cock, ensuring that plenty went on the head. Then she turned her back to me and bent, offering me her little ass.

"Put it in my bottom hole, Sir!" she said, crouching down so her bum floated above my lap.

I held the tip of my cock against her anus and she sat down, her little hole trying to fit me in. Her stifled wails and squeaks of pain as my cock entered her almost set me off again. Soon I was deep in her and she moved her little body to pump my cock with her bottom. Poor Alice, despite her best efforts my cock held out through all the most delightful activities she lavished on it.

"Time's up, Alice!" I announced.

Her howls of despair made me quiver with lust. I was going to teach Alice the meaning of the word `strict'!

"Kneel up on your bed, Alice!" I told her, "Head down and rest on your elbows, legs wide apart!"

Poor Alice struggled into position, her little spread bum pushed out into the bedroom, her pussy and anus nicely exposed for their discipline. I picked up the martinet; the focussed sting of those nasty knots on her most sensitive privates would be a new and unwelcome experience for her. I drew back the martinet and whipped it across her bare bottom, making sure the knots went right into her bottom crack and between her legs. 

FFFLACK!

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Her howl and madly wriggling bum told me those wicked knots had done their job.

FFFLACK! FFFLACK! FFFLACK!

"NYAAAAAAAAAA! SIR! DADDY! NOOOOOOOO! IT'S TOO MUCH! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

FFFLACK! FFFLACK! FFFLACK! FFFLACK! FFFLACK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! IT STINGS! IT STINGS! OH STOP! EEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! I'LL BE GOOD! I'LL BE GOOD FOREVER! BWAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

She disgraced herself and brought her hands up to cover her bottom and pussy, trying to stop the terrible discipline of her most intimate sensitive parts. 

"Oh dear, Alice! I was thinking of letting you off the groove strap!" I lied, "But now you've done that I think I'd better give it to you!"

"Waaaaaaaaaaah! Oh No! Oh No! I'm sorry! I won't cover again! Please! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Don't! I'm sorry! Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she begged.

"Turn over, Alice! On your back! Pull your legs up and apart! Nice and wide! It's time for the groove strap now!" I commanded.

As if she almost believed it was her own fault for covering herself, Alice got on her back and displayed the whole of her genitals to me. I stood in front of her with the groove strap. A large blob of pre-cum slowly dripped off the end of my cock, the sticky clear fluid forming a long strand. I began her intimate spanking.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

The groove strap was such as strict implement of discipline. It whipped down, the end of it cruelly snapping across her pussy lips and inner thighs. Her screams as the strap did its job between her legs had my cock jerking every time I brought the strap down. Between her squeals her red tear and snot covered face stared at me and she blubbered her desperate pleas for me to stop in exchange for the very hardest little girl sex.

I changed my angle so that now I was bringing the strap up, using an underarm action so that it whipped into her bottom crack and spanked her little anus and inner bottom cheeks. Alice's howls and squeals redoubled.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NOT THERE! NOOOOOOOOO! NOT THERE! YAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Alice howled and her body did a sexy wriggly dance.

This time Alice was obedient and kept her legs spread and her hands out of the way as I punished her. After some time the whole area between her legs, from the bottom of her tummy to where her bottom crack started at the base of her back was a bright red mass of stinging wheals left by the nasty groove strap.

"Are you going to be good now, Alice?" I asked the howling girl.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! YES! YES! I'LL BE GOOD! I PROMISE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH! I'LL BE GOOD! BWAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

I put the groove strap down on the bed next to her and carefully smeared my cock with another quantity of Vaseline, then sat down in the low armchair.

"Alice!" I said, "Use your bottom hole to please my willy!"

The howling child was engaged in a vigorous pussy and bottom hole rubbing session as she writhed about on the bed. But as soon as she heard my command, she jumped to attention and came immediately to me. As before, she obediently stood with her back to me and crouched down so I could engage the head of my cock with her anus. This time I pulled her on to me so that the insertion was much quicker and considerably more painful for her; my cock needed to be pleasured quickly. Alice's accompanying wails were delightful. Then the little girl, so very desperate to please the man her Mummy had sent her to be punished by, repeatedly bounced up and down in my lap so my cock plunged in and out of her bottom. My cock pulsed and twitched knowing that it was not to be denied its ultimate pleasure. Her thoroughly spanked pussy and bottom crack were spread for me to admire. I started to shake as my orgasm approached and then I roared with pleasure as my cock jerked and spat my cum up her anus in a seemingly never ending series of squirts.

Later that day I dropped Alice home. Alice walked stiffly to her door. As her mother answered the door I noticed that she was limping; I guessed that the whip and spreader bar must teach a harsh lesson. Her mother smiled at me conspiratorially. 

"Did she feel you?" her mother asked.

"All of me!" I answered her.

"Good!" she said, "And is she bruised?"

"Yes!" I confirmed.

"Mr M, I can't thank you enough for looking after my little girl." She simpered, "I have another `friend' staying in three weeks time. I know this is such a lot to ask, but..."

"Please, Mrs. Brown!" I said, holding up my hand to stop her, "You know I'll do everything I can to help out."

"Oh Mr M," she said, beaming from ear to ear, "you really are a godsend! I hope you take every opportunity to whip that naughty little bottom of hers and, well, `use' her as you see fit!"

"Oh Mrs Brown," I smiled, "don't you worry, I will!"

Alice started sobbing miserably and her mother and I looked at each other and began to laugh.


PART 1, CHAPTER 3 - New Start

It was a rainy Tuesday morning, not many days after I had taken the opportunity to give that dirty bottomed little eight year old, Jenny Martin, her legs up caning in front of the whole class. As my little pupils trooped in to begin the day, a very tearful Jenny handed me a note from her mother. I immediately opened and read it.


Dear Mr M.

Thank you for your recent discipline of my daughter. I can promise you that she got the same again when she got home. Jenny's behaviour has recently deteriorated and I wonder if you might be able to discuss what additional discipline I could use. I am free any night that you might wish to come round.


Yours sincerely,

Janet Martin


I read the note a second time. There was something about the note that I couldn't put my finger on, but it didn't feel quite right. Most notes demanded immediate discipline for the child or were from mothers who were not clear about how to discipline. This note fell into neither of these camps. I was intrigued and decided to visit Mrs Martin and find out a little more. 

That evening I told Jenny to stay after class. I popped into my storeroom and collected a selection of my pamphlets; I really wasn't quite sure what I might need. Then we drove to Jenny's house.

By the time we arrived at Jenny's house the little girl was weeping frightened tears; a situation I was finding most satisfying. Jenny's house was really quite dismal; almost dark with no lights on or fires lit and in a very poor state of repair. Her mother answered the door when I knocked.

"Oh hello, Mr M." she said, smiling pleasantly, "I'm so pleased you could come round."

Again, something didn't seem right. The mother's demeanour and accent was out of place with the poor state of affairs the house was in. Indeed, as we went inside it got worse. I could feel the damp and even the stove was unlit; there would be not hot food that day. I was not even offered a cup of tea. Jenny was shooed upstairs and I sat down with her mother. I was glad of my jacket against the cold.

"Mrs Martin, I understand you wished to discuss Jenny's behaviour with me?" I stated formally.

"Why yes, Mr M." she smiled, "Please, you must call me Janet. Her little bottom really begs to be thrashed, doesn't it?"

Yet again, her comment confused me. I agreed with her, of course, that little Jenny's bottom was most entertaining to discipline. But to say something like that to me in virtually her first sentence was unusual. I decided on a different tack.

"Janet, do you feel cold?" I asked.

Her face went red. At first I thought she was angry and about to ask me to leave, but then her head dropped and I realised it was shame.

"Yes," she said quietly, "I feel cold."

I sat back in my chair.

"Look, why don't you and Jenny come back to my house for a while. I have a stew that has been cooking today. There'll be plenty for all of us."

She looked at me with a quizzical expression, but didn't question me.

"Yes. That would be very kind. Thank you." she agreed.

We drove back to my house. Both mother and daughter looked suitably impressed. Janet pointed down the road.

"I used to live near round here; about a mile down there." Janet said.

I nodded; that was where the really big houses were. It certainly fitted with her accent and how she behaved.

The warmth of my house was clearly welcome to them as I served them with the rich stew; Jenny wolfed it down whilst her mother savoured every mouthful. I took Jenny upstairs and sat her in the little girl bedroom so that her mother and I could talk downstairs in private. This time I felt confident enough to let Janet know what was on my mind.

"Janet, there's something puzzling me." I said, "You clearly punish Jenny severely; I don't think there's anything I can teach you about discipline. So, what is it that you think I can do to help?"

The question floored her. She looked around the room trying to find an answer, but couldn't seem to find one. Yet, I knew there was something she wanted to say. I thought I would help her.

"You were disciplined severely yourself?" I prompted.

That caught her attention and she latched on to it.

"Oh yes, Mr M., I got it alright! Good and hard!"

"Tell me about it!" I smiled.

She smiled back at me. This time it was a genuine smile.

"In intimate detail?" she grinned.

"Oh yes. I should like to hear that!" I smiled back.

"Well, she began; my daddy was a very strict man. He loved to discipline his little daughters; that's me and my younger sister, Mary. My mummy never stopped him. Whatever he wanted to do with us, well, that was just fine with her. Every single night it was the same, from when I was five years old and my sister was only three. He would take us both up to the attic to `teach us some manners' as he called it. At first he'd just bare our bottoms, put us over his knee and spank the living daylights out of us. I don't think it was long before a big leather slipper appeared and he started using that on our bottoms. Afterwards we'd have to show our red bottoms to him whilst he, well, you know, took his thing, his cock out and rubbed it until he'd finished."

"Did he squirt?" I asked.

"Yes!" laughed Janet, "All over our bums and then he'd rub it in with the end of his cock."

"But it didn't stop there?" I prompted.

"No." she continued, "That's just when we were tiny girls. By the time I was eight he'd converted the attic into our punishment room. It was horrible going up there; I mean every day we had to troop up there in the nude before we went to bed. The door would be locked behind us and there'd be just us and him. He had everything in that room; canes, sticks, straps, slippers, brushes; you name it, he'd got it. It didn't matter if your bum was still in a real state from yesterday, he'd just start again as if nothing were wrong with you. When I think about the amount of tears Mary and I shed in that room; well, there'd be enough to sink a battleship."

"So, typically what would he do?" I asked, my cock hardening.

"Well," smiled Janet, warming to her theme, "we'd both be in the nude, so first off he'd spend ages feeling us up. He couldn't get enough of touching us between the legs, playing with our bums and pussies, getting us to pose for him and all sorts of other rude stuff. Then it would be time for the first part of our spanking. He always spanked in two parts. The first part was over his lap so he could enjoy our wriggling and the second part, bent over with our bums stuck out so he could use one of his spanking things on us. So, typically we'd get something like his hand and the hairbrush for part one, and then the cane or tawse for part two. The one he liked the most was to have us over his lap and to spank us with the hairbrush; he'd get us wriggling and howling like billy'o and he'd carry on for ages, giving our bare bottoms big smacks with the hairbrush to keep us moving about and crying. Whenever he spanked like that, the top of his cock would pop out above the waist of his trousers. He'd lie back in the chair so we'd be wriggling all over his cock during the spanking. Then his favourite for part two was having us on our backs on the top of a table, with our legs pulled back against our tummies and spread wide open. He liked to use the cane on us then and get us really screaming."

She dried up, clearly not sure if she should go on.

"And then what?" I encouraged.

"Well, then Mr M., to be honest, he used his cock on us!" she blushed.

"I should like to hear how!" I pushed.

"Oh Mr M.!" she gasped, "You are naughty! But OK then! Daddy was very hard with both of us. Sometimes having his cock used on us was worse than having our bottoms thrashed. By the time I was eleven years old, he was putting his full length into every hole."

"How did it start?" I asked.

"Well, at first it moved from having him squirt over our bums to having to kiss his willy to show how sorry we were. Kissing soon changed to having the end of his cock put in our mouths and rubbing the skin up and down his shaft whilst we used our lips and tongues on the end of his cock. Then he began to squirt in our mouths and make us swallow it. Then we had to start licking his bottom hole. Then he started putting his cock into our pussies, and finally our little bottom holes were made to feel his cock. Eventually he forced his cock down our throats; that was terrible; a real punishment in its own right!"

"And you were married?" I asked.

Her face fell.

"Yes, only for a few years. He gave me a daughter, but...but...I lost him in the war."

A tear slipped down her cheek.

"I lost Daddy fighting too." she continued, "And then there was no money. And then Mummy went."

She dissolved into tears.

"Do you work?" I asked.

"I clean for people." she said.

"Do you have many you clean for?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"None!" she said simply.

"Actually Janet, you may be able to help me." I smiled, "I need someone to cook and clean and iron for me. To date I haven't engaged anyone. You see, it would have to be someone who if they heard a child screaming blue murder, wouldn't give it a second thought. Someone who if they found unusual equipment or documents, wouldn't be surprised, and someone who, to be frank Janet, if they walked in on me with me cock stuck up a little girl's bottom hole, wouldn't go to the police. Would you be that person, Janet? I would pay well!"

Janet's face was transformed; it was full of hope.

"Oh Mr M.! What can I say? How much would you pay?" she gasped.

"I should think about 8 a month." I smiled.

"Oh gosh! That's a lot!" she exclaimed, "I can buy coal and food and pay my debts and... Oh Mr M., I promise that I shall be very discreet. Anything you want to do with little girls is fine with me. Screaming doesn't bother me in the slightest; Jenny does quite enough of that when I cane her. And as for what you do with your cock, well, don't forget that I've had it all done to me and I think it's just the right thing to do to a little girl."

"Which brings us to just one question." I mused, "How can I help you with Jenny?"

"Oh Mr M.," she smiled at me with her eyes twinkling, "I want Jenny to be brought up in just the way I was. If her father were here I'm sure he would have, and if not then her granddad certainly would have. But they're not, so I need a man to help. A man who can cane her little bottom until she screams and then use his cock on her in a way that's even worse that the cane. Could you do that, Mr M.?"

I smiled at her.

"My dear Janet, but of course! Jenny clearly needs the strictest discipline a man can offer. Often during the week I have free nights when it would be nice to have an entertaining little companion stay. A little companion where there are no limits to what I can do to her. Are there any limits, Janet?"

Janet looked kind of guilty and replied slowly.

"Well, I shouldn't like her skin to get too many cuts!"

I smiled happily.

"And that's your only concern?"

"Yes, I think so!" she said, "Was there something else?"

"So, I can thrash her as much as I like, and put my cock in all of her holes as deep as I like, and share her with my friends, men and women, and take pictures of her, and make her disgrace herself publicly, and spank her bare bottom in public? Anything I want?"

Janet smiled brightly.

"Oh yes! All of that's fine! My sister and I were always getting lent out to Daddy's friends. They'd have their cocks out and be caning our bums in a jiffy. We'd have to go to bed with the wives too; they loved it just as much as their husbands. I certainly remember there was this one man who liked to take us to a busy park and put us over his knee and spank our bare bums in front of everyone. It was so humiliating! I think it meant he got to meet other Daddies who liked spanking their daughters too!"

I nodded.

"Yes. I think Jenny has that in store for her." I smiled.

"Good!" Janet beamed.

"Janet, one final thing," I asked, "has Jenny ever seen or felt a man's cock before?"

"No, never!" she said, "I know she's seen the boys in your class and you made her be a playfriend for a while, so she knows boys like having them rubbed."

I smiled at Janet.

"Good! I think it's going to be a most unpleasant surprise for Jenny. Perhaps she could stay tonight? No time like the present! I'll run you home if you like?"

"Of course, Mr M.! You have my complete blessing to do anything you wish. I do hope you enjoy it!"

I got up and called Jenny down. When she arrived I spoke to her.

"Jenny, your mummy tells me that your behaviour is disgraceful. She has requested that I `take you under my wing' as one of my special girls. I have told her that my special girls get special punishments. Your mummy and I have discussed these punishments in detail and she wants me to give them to you tonight."

Jenny started to wail. Of course she had no idea what `special punishments' were, but she had a pretty good idea that they were going to hurt.

"Jenny," I continued, "I'm going to drop your mummy home and then come back and punish you. While I'm gone I'm going to lock you in the cellar. There's no light down there, so I hope you're not afraid of the dark!"

 Jenny started to wail.

"No! Pleeeeeeeeease! No! I don't like the dark! Don't put me in the cellar! I'll stay wherever you put me! I won't run away! You don't have to lock me in the cellar! Waaaaaaaaaah!" she sobbed.

I got up, grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards the door that led to the cellar. I opened the door and there was the flight of stairs that led down into the darkness. I half dragged, half carried the terrified child down the steps. At the bottom were two other cellars; the coal cellar and an empty storeroom with a lockable door. I pushed her into the storeroom, quickly closed the door and locked it. Her screams and the sound of her thumping on the door followed up the steps. When I got to the top I closed the door behind me. Even then, I could still hear her muffled screams.

Janet was on her feet, her face flushed and she wriggled.

"Gosh, you were so firm with her Mr M.. Just like my Daddy was with me. I don't know if it's right to ask, but do you think there's any chance I could watch you punish her one day?"

"Every chance!" I smiled, "Would you enjoy that?"

"Oh yes!" she smiled.

"Would your pussy enjoy that?" I ventured further.

"Oh Mr M.!" she exclaimed, and then giggled, "Yes, it would!"

"Then one day I shall arrange a special session for you to properly enjoy Jenny's punishment!" I promised, "But tonight I want her all for my own."

She put her hands on her hips.

"Just like my Daddy!" she laughed.

We both laughed at her joke as the muffled screams of her terrified daughter came from behind the cellar door.

When I got back from dropping Janet at her house, all was quiet. At first I had a little panic that Jenny, who was untrained as a special girl, had in some way injured herself, but when I opened the cellar door I could hear frightened crying from below. My body tingled and my cock stiffened; my first time with a new special girl was always a most exciting occasion. 

I spent the next ten minutes arranging a few things in the toilet, schoolroom and girls bedroom. I couldn't wait to watch those pretty tears falling down her face as I made her bottom red and my cock enjoyed her holes for the first time. I went down the cellar to collect her.

As my footsteps sounded down the stone steps I heard frantic sounds behind the storeroom door.

"Boo hoo! Sir! Sir! Oh please, Sir! Is that you? Oh please! Boo hoo! Who is it! Sir, I'm sorry! I'll be good! Is it you, Sir? Boo hoo! Please don't be a ghost! Boo hoo! Boo hoo!"

"Hello Jenny!" I said simply.

Floods of relieved tears greeted me.

"Boo hoo! Boo hoo! Oh Sir! Let me out! Please Sir! I'll be so good! I'll take all my punishments like a good girl! Boo hoo! Just let me out! I'm so scared! Please! It's so dark! Boo hoo! You can cane me real hard! Boo hoo! Legs up and everything! Boo hoo! Oh let me out, Sir! Pleeeeeeeeeeeease! Pleeeeeeeeeeeease! Boo hoo!"

I unlocked the door to the storeroom. Jenny fell out onto me, hugging me and sobbing into my body.

"Boo hoo! I'm sorry I was bad, Sir! I'm sorry you had to lock me up! Boo hoo! I'll be so good! You can spank me all you want! Boo hoo! If you take me back upstairs I'll take all my clothes off! Then you can spank me naked! Boo hoo!"

I led her up the steps and then upstairs to the schoolroom. Up until now Jenny had only seen the girls bedroom, so the fact that there was a fully equipped schoolroom came as a surprise to her; an unpleasant surprise when she saw that laid out on my teacher's desk were the junior cane, the big scary senior girls cane, a twelve inch long leather spanking strap and the wickedly intimate groove strap.

"Which of these have you had before?" I asked her.

Jenny shivered and pointed.

"Boo hoo! The little cane and the big strap, Sir!" she whimpered, "Please don't give me the big strap, Sir!" Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease!"

I smiled; the fact that she hadn't singled out the groove strap above the senior girls cane definitely meant that she'd never had it before. Any of my other special girls would have fallen on their knees and begged me to thrash them with the senior girls cane in return for not being given the groove strap.

"Take your clothes off, Jenny!" I instructed.

I sat down in my desk chair and watched Jenny stripping off.  What a cute little girl she was; the way she took off one item then another, all the time her eyes wondering from me to the terrible punishment things sitting on my desk. Her pretty little body was soon on display. She knew better than to cover up and she stood naked with her hands by her sides letting me admire her tiny slim body and little hairless slit.

"Turn around, Jenny! I want to look at your bottom!" I told her.

She immediately did as she was told. Her slim cheeks looked like they would soon develop a fullness that would make them a true delight to punish. For now she had a classic little girl bottom that jutted out and such pretty slim thighs.

"Come and stand next to me, Jenny! I have something I want to show you!" I said.

Jenny dutifully came and stood next to me as I sat at my desk. I opened the desk drawer and took out one of my pamphlets. This was my most special pamphlet; almost twice as thick as any other. I had only had the opportunity to use this once before. Tonight would be a very special night.

Like the others the pamphlet was A5 size with an almost plain white cover. In the top left hand corner in small block capitals was the title `Discipline In Education'; below that a subtitle, `Pamphlet No. 10' and below that `Girls Version'. At the bottom of the page, located centrally, was the following wording, `Education Research Foundation. This Pamphlet is for the use of bona fide teachers and child care professionals only.'

I opened the cover up. The first page behind the cover was blank. Next there was a second title page. In bold letters it stated, `Compendium Of Private Punishments'. Underneath the title was a small section of text, `This pamphlet will be used to illustrate a talk given to you by a teacher or child care professional. Listen to them carefully. Do not be shocked by the images or text in this pamphlet. Scientific research has proved that the methods illustrated are highly effective.'

I turned over the page. The page overleaf from the cover was blank. Opposite this was a full colour photograph. It showed in close-up the face of a girl. She was maybe nine or ten years old with black hair cut into a bob. Next to her face was an erect adult penis. The girl was holding the base of the penis and looking directly into the camera lens. The penis was straining with bulging veins and the foreskin was pulled back revealing the engorged smooth purple helmet that was covered with clear sticky pre-cum. Although an average sized erect penis of maybe six or seven inches, held up against the little girl's face it appeared huge, almost longer then her whole head. The girls face was red and soaked with tears and snot, her eyes red and puffy and her mouth open as if she were wailing in distress. Emblazoned at the top of the photograph in large letters were the words `Girl And Cock' and underneath in smaller letters `A Little Girl's Guide To Being Punished By A Cock And Pleasing The Man In Charge Of You'.

Jenny turned from staring at the page to look at me, her expression one of bewilderment. 

"Please, Sir! I don't understand, Sir! What's a cock? Why is that willy so big and strange? What's being punished by a cock?"

I smiled at her.

"Jenny, your Mummy and I have decided that you are too naughty just to have your bare bottom spanked with canes and straps. So now you're going to get special private punishments as well. This book tells you all about the private punishments you're going to get."

I turned the page to show the next two pages. The first page showed a photograph of the girl on the previous page. The girl was stark naked facing the camera. She was holding out both hands in front of her palms up. Lying across her palms was a junior cane. The girl hung her head; her face was red and she was crying. Underneath there was the following text; "This girl is bad! She must be punished! She will be caned!"

The opposite page showed a photo of the same girl straddling a low stool. The girl was bent tight over holding on with both hands to the edge of the low seat. The photo was shot from directly behind the girl's bottom. The stool between the girl's legs kept them splayed wide apart. Her open pussy and exposed anus were prominent. Her upside-down face could be seen between her legs. Across her bottom were a multitude of cane marks. It appeared that the caning had been long and severe. The girl's soaked face and hair showed she had been crying for some time. Her mouth was wide open and her lips drawn back over her teeth as she howled. Underneath there was the following text; "The cane used to be enough to make this girl good. Now it is not enough! She needs more punishment! The man in charge of her knows what she needs. She needs private punishments!"

I turned the page to show the next two pages.

"At the top left of the first page was the title "The Groove Strap". The page showed a photo of a different girl. She had fair hair and was maybe eleven years old. She was lying back on a bed with her knees pulled up and spread wide apart. The girl's hands were behind her knees keeping them back and spread, but it was clear she was struggling to keep in position. Her face stared into the camera and was a perfect picture of howling agony. Between her legs her inner thighs and pussy were dark red and swollen with bulging bright red welts. To one side of the girl a man's hand held up a groove strap. Underneath there was the following text; "This girl is getting a private punishment. The man in charge of her spanks her with the groove strap between her legs on her wee hole. It hurts her a lot! A groove strapped girl is a good girl!"

On the page opposite there was a photo showing the same girl in the same position. The inside of her bottom cheeks and her anus had been whipped with the groove strap. The whole area between her bottom cheeks was now dark red and welted. The photo was an action shot and the groove strap could be seen as a blur moving up towards her bottom crack. The girl seemed to be kicking her legs out and she was screaming with tears flying off her face. Underneath there was the following text; "This girl is getting spanked with the groove strap between her bottom cheeks. See how her bottom hole has been punished. The groove strap really hurts! A groove strapped girl is a good girl!"

I picked up my groove strap from the desktop and held it out for Jenny to see.

"Shall we use this later, Jenny?" I teased.

Mewling with fear, Jenny looked at the narrow heavy strap with the wooden handle that I was holding.

"Boo hoo! Sir! Please! No! Please don't, Sir! Please! I beg you! Not like that! Not there! Ooooooooo! It'll hurt too much! Boo hoo! Don't! Pleeeeeeeease!"

I turned the page.

At the top left of the first page was the title "The Enema". The page showed a photo of the black haired girl from the first few pages. She was naked and in a toilet, bending over with her hands on the toiled seat. Almost half the photo was taken up with her bottom. A man's hand pulled one cheek of her bottom to the side exposing her anus. His other hand held a penis shaped enema nozzle half an inch wide that he had penetrated her anus with. Her face was turned so she looked into the camera; she was howling and tears dripped down her red cheeks. Underneath there was the following text; "This girl is getting a private punishment! Bad girls need enemas. This girl is having a nozzle put in her bottom. Water will go through the nozzle into her bottom and tummy. An enemaed girl is a good girl!"

The page opposite had a photo showing the same girl standing up as the enema emptied into her. The enema bag and the black tube leading between her buttocks could be clearly seen. The little girl's tummy was swollen as if she were pregnant. The girl was crying and her hands rubbed at her large tummy.  Underneath there was the following text; "The enema hurts when it goes in! Sometimes enemas can be hot or have soap and mustard in them so they hurt more when they go inside. This girl is getting a hot enema! It hurts her a lot. An enemaed girl is a good girl!"

Jenny's face had gone pale and her breath came in short shallow bursts. The pictures of the girl having her anus probed and standing with a swollen tummy had frightened her. She looked at me with imploring eyes.

"Boo hoo! Oh Sir! You can't! Please! Not like that! Her tummy! It's wrong! Ooooooooo! Boo hoo! Boo hoo!"

I put my hand on Jenny's bare bottom and fondled it.

"I need to make you clean inside your bottom, Jenny! See what happens next!" I said, turning the page.

At the top left of the first page was the title "Bottom Stretching and Gaping". The page showed a photo of the fair haired girl. She was still in the diaper position, her groove strapped pussy and anus red, swollen and on display. Instead of the groove strap in his hand, the man now held a butt plug that looked an inch wide at it thickest point. The plug was almost fully inserted in the girl's little anus. The sore skin surrounding the little hole was tightly stretched wide around the massive invader as it was pushed into the girl. She was writhing about and looking up at the camera. She seemed to be begging for it to stop. Underneath there was the following text; "This girl is getting a private punishment! She has been bad so her bottom hole is being stretched. See how it hurts her! When the thing being used to stretch her bottom is taken out, her bottom will gape wide open. A gaping bottom is a good bottom!"

On the page opposite the photo showed the girl using her fingers to pull open her bottom cheeks. The butt plug had been removed and her anus now gaped almost an inch wide. The tension around her finger tips showed how hard she was pulling at her bottom to keep her anus open. To one side the man's hand could be seen holding the groove strap again. It was clear that the girl was being encouraged to open herself as wide as she could. Underneath there was the following text; "This girl's bottom hole is gaping now! The man in charge of you likes to see your bottom hole gaping. It makes him feel nice. It makes the bottom hole ready for him to punish with his cock! A gaping bottom is a good bottom!"

Jenny shook her head slowly, the tears dripping off her face. The picture of the punished child with her gaping bottom hole was unlike anything she had ever seen before. In the photograph the girl's red screaming face made it clear that being punished in this way hurt a lot. Jenny looked up from the photo into my eyes.

"Boo hoo! I'll be good! I'll be really good! Don't do that to me! Boo hoo! Please! I'll be the best girl ever! Boo hoo! I promise!"

"Do you really want to be the best girl ever?" I asked.

"Boo hoo! Oh yes, Sir! I'll be the best girl for you! I'll do everything you say! I'll take my caning good! I'll stay however you put me when you punish!"

I smiled at her.

"You see, Jenny, it's not just about being good while your bottom is being punished. You have to please me. If you please me then I might punish you less. I want you to look at the rest of this book very carefully. It shows you how to be good and do nice things that will please me."

Jenny nodded her head.

"Boo hoo! Yes Sir! I want to be good! Just show me what nice things you want me to do!"

I turned the page again.

The first page on the left had the title "A Man's Parts". It showed a photo of a naked man lying back with his legs up and spread wide showing between them his erect penis. The man's upper torso was not visible. Imposed on the photo was a line pointing to his penis. At the end of the line was the following text; "Cock, willy and penis are some names for this part. When you are punished the man who is charge of you will have a cock that gets big and hard like this. He will use it to punish you." A second line pointed to the man's balls. At the end of the line was the following text; "Balls, testes and eggs are some names for this part. Only touch here if the man in charge of you tells you to. He will tell you what to do." A third line pointed to the man's exposed anus. At the end of the line was the following text; "Anus, bottom hole and poo hole are some names for this part. Part of your punishment will be to please the man in charge of you here. This pamphlet will show you how."

At the top of the page opposite was the title "A Girl's Parts". A small red headed girl of maybe eight years old lay back in the diaper position. Her bottom was cherry red and a blister could be seen forming on her left bottom cheek. There were some oval shaped marks on her bottom and lying next to her on the bed was a heavy wooden hairbrush. The girl held her own legs wide apart and her face was red with tear streaks. She was not struggling so it appeared as if the spanking had finished a short while before and the girl was now keen to be obedient.

Imposed on the photo was a line pointing to the girl's pussy that was spread slightly open. At the end of the line was the following text; "Pussy, wee hole and vagina are some names for this part. When you are punished, the man in charge of you will put his cock here." A second line pointed to the girl's anus. At the end of the line was the following text; "Anus, bottom hole and poo hole are some names for this part. When you are punished, the man in charge of you will put his cock here." A third line pointed to the girl's mouth. At the end of the line was the following text; "Your mouth, lips and tongue are very important parts that you can use to make the man in charge of you feel nice. This pamphlet will show you how."

Before Jenny had time to say anything, I turned the page again.

At the top of the first page was the title "Using Your Mouth". The photo showed the man and red headed little girl from the previous two pages. The man was in the same position, lying on his back with his legs up and pulled back. The girl's face was between his buttocks which she was holding apart. The photo was a detailed close up. The girl's tongue was extended out of her mouth and the tip was in the man's anus. Underneath there was the following text; "This girl is getting private punishment. Kissing and licking a man's bottom hole makes him feel nice but is punishment for you. You will do this for the man in charge of you. He will like it. You must put your tongue in as far as you can. It will taste nasty."

On the page opposite the photo showed the same man and little girl. The girl's head had moved up the man's body. Now she was holding his cock firmly with one hand. Her mouth was open and the exposed purple helmet of the cock was in her mouth. The close up camera shot showed her tongue wrapping itself round the head of the penis. Underneath there was the following text; "This girl is getting private punishment. Kissing and licking a man's cock makes him feel nice. When only part of his cock is in your mouth, like in this picture, it will not hurt you. Rubbing the loose skin on the man's cock up and down whilst you kiss his cock will feel nice for him. The man in charge of you will teach you how to do this. Your tongue must work hard to keep licking the top of the cock that is in your mouth."

Jenny looked with interest at the two pages. I could see that she was thinking that, although unpleasant and distasteful, these activities to please a man's cock didn't seem as bad as the other things I had shown her. I smiled to myself; the next two pages would be a most unpleasant surprise for her. I turned the page.

At the top of the first page was the title "Using Your Throat". The photo once again showed the same man and red headed little girl. It was taken from a little further back. The man was standing and the girl was kneeling on a bed. The girl's head was bent over the man's cock and the whole of the length was inserted in her throat. The girl's face was bright red and her eyes bulged. The man's hand was firmly on the back of her head. A huge glob of glistening drool was dropping out of the girl's stretched mouth and off the bottom of her chin. Underneath there was the following text; "This is proper private punishment! This girl has been bad. She is being punished severely. Having a cock down your throat hurts and makes you be sick. It feels very nice for the man doing it. He will keep doing it for a long time. A throat punished girl is a good girl!"

At the top of the page opposite was the title "Using Your Pussy". The photo showed the nine or ten year old black haired girl from the cover who had received the enema. The girl was lying back in an armchair, her legs draped over the arms of the sofa. Kneeling in front of her was a naked man. The majority of his erect penis was pushed deep into her pussy, there was perhaps only an inch left to go. The camera had clearly captured how stretched the little hole was around the big adult tool that had been so firmly inserted. The girl seemed to be trying to push the man away and her mouth was open in what looked like a scream. Underneath there was the following text; "This is good private punishment. Having a cock in your pussy feels very nice for the man but will hurt you a lot. The more that you struggle, the more the man will push his cock into you. You must be good while the man in charge of you punishes your pussy with his cock. A pussy punished girl is a good girl!"

Jenny looked up at me again. Her bottom lip quivered as she blubbered. Her words were almost incoherent.

"Waaaaaaaaah! P...P...Please! N...No! Oh God! Don't put it in me! Don't put your c...c...cock in me! Oh God! Oh Please! On no! Bwaaaaaaaaah!"

I turned to the next two pages.

At the top of the first page was the title "Using Your Anus". The photo showed the eleven year old fair haired girl who had been pictured with the gaping anus. She was in the same diaper position on a bed. The man was kneeling next to the bed. He was just to one side of her and was pulling her bottom cheek firmly away so that the camera could see the insertion of almost the whole length of his penis into her little bottom. The girl was twisting about, her arms and legs waving in the air, her tear soaked face red and howling. Underneath there was the following text; "This is excellent private punishment. Having a cock in your bottom hole hurts more than being caned, but feels lovely for the man in charge of you. He will want to put his cock in your bottom hole all the time. He will not mind if you scream and shout because he knows how much it is hurting you. An anally punished girl is a good girl!"

Jenny looked terrified, her eyes bulging with fear as she looked at the little girl taking a man's cock deep in her rectum. Jenny made a little mewling noise as her tears fell.

"Oooooooo, Sir! Don't do it to me! Pleeeeeeeeeeeease! I'll be good for you! Don't put your cock in my bottom!"

At the top of the page opposite was the title "How cocks squirt". The photo showed the red headed girl. She was kneeling in front of the man and was holding his cock firmly in both hands. It seemed from the slight blur of her hands that she was pumping the cock hard. The cock was level with her face and she had her mouth open. A thick string of ejaculate was captured jumping from the end of the cock into her mouth and over her chin. Underneath there was the following text; "At the end of a private punishment given by the man in charge of you, his cock will squirt like this. It is not wee wee. It is special juice. If his cock is in your pussy or anus he will squirt up there. If his cock is in your mouth he will squirt there. A man will only feel properly nice once his cock has squirted. It is your job to make it squirt. A squirting cock is a happy cock!"

I turned to the final pages. The first page was a photo and the last page was blank to ensure the only plain covers could be seen when the pamphlet was closed.

At the top of the final page was the title "Swallowing Cock Squirt Juice". The photo was an extreme close up of the face of the black haired girl who had been on the front cover and had been caned, enemaed and had a cock deep in her pussy. Her mouth was open and the end of the man's cock was in her mouth. The photo captured the cum squirting out of the cock and trickling down her throat. Underneath there was the following text; "When the man in charge of you squirts in your mouth you must swallow everything. His squirt juice will taste salty and slimy. You must swallow it. If you don't then you will be locked in a dark hole forever. Good girls swallow cock squirt juice!"

I closed the pamphlet and put it back in the desk drawer. Jenny stood sobbing, dismayed by what she had seen. I had been fondling her quivering bottom and now I slipped a finger between her cheeks. She gasped as I touched her anus. I pushed my finger against the little hole and she wriggled desperately in response. I pushed my chair away from the desk. My trousers had tented around my hard cock and I displayed it to her, rubbing the lump contentedly.

"What's this big lump here, Jenny?" I asked.

Her frightened eyes fixed on the bulge in my trousers.

"Boo hoo! Boo hoo! Please, Sir! It's your cock, Sir!" she wept.

"Come on Jenny! Get over my knee! I'm going to spank your bare bottom now! I want it looking nice and red!" I told her.

Sobbing big tearful gulps, Jenny climbed over my lap. She was a veteran of this from the strict upbringing her mother gave her. When she was over my lap with her bum under my nose she pushed it up at me, as her mother had taught her. I reached down and spread her cheeks wide apart. Her cute little pussy opened up invitingly; it didn't look like I had any hymen to contend with. I wondered if she was a compulsive masturbator; I hoped so as it would be a great way to humble her even further. My cock looked forward to entering that pretty little hole. Her anus was a delight to examine; smoothly stretched slightly crinkled skin surrounding it, and the hole itself just a little red dimple, begging to be stretched and punished until my cock could fully enjoy her. What treats I had to come. But first, what better way to start than over my lap for a few really hard ones with my hand and then a more serious lesson from my trusty spanking strap.

"Hands!" I commanded.

Obediently Jenny put both her hands in the small of her back. I took them both in my left hand; I wanted them kept well out of the way for the prolonged spanking I was going to give her. My cock twitched at the sight of her little bottom thrust up ready for punishment. I raised my right hand, fingers slightly spread, ready for the first smack. Her tiny lily-white cheeks moved tensely; she knew what was coming. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Best to start a spanking hard, I always think. Jenny didn't seem to agree.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Oweeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she wailed.

Nice big red handprints appeared on her bottom. They looked so cute and the way she wriggled all over my cock felt so good.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I'm sorreeeeeeeeeeeeeey! Not so hard!" she blubbered.

Silly girl! This was just a little warm up!

Two or three minutes later, and after I don't know how many hard smacks, Jenny's bottom was a uniform bright red and she was howling loudly. Her body bucked and thrashed across my lap, her legs kicking and splaying, especially when I spanked her down the backs of her thighs. It had been most satisfying for me, but now my hand was stinging and I needed to teach her a much more serious lesson in obedience. I reached over to the desktop and picked up the spanking strap; a twelve inch length of thick supple leather, specifically designed to be wielded on little bottoms at close quarters. Jenny was too preoccupied with her burning bottom to have noticed what I'd just done. She was about to find out!

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NO! STOP! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! OH NO! WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

This was a different level of discipline! Her bottom jerked wildly as she howled. The strap imparted a sting that my hand could never have managed. Dark red welts started to appear on her bum where the end of the strap flicked down and bit into her cheeks. Every time the strap landed a dark red imprint to commemorate its visit remained. I lent back so that Jenny's wriggling would have more benefit for my cock and then carried on giving that little girl's bare bottom a first class spanking with my strap.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! SIR! YAAAAAAAAAH! NO MORE! STOOOOOOOP! I'LL DO THE THINGS IN THE BOOK! AAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

It was some time before I finished. When I put down the strap her bottom was a dark red and swollen. My cock strained, desperate to be released to enjoy the obliging little Jenny for the very first time. But Jenny yet had to be taught the important lesson that, however badly they might hurt, the things she might be required to do to please Sir's cock were nowhere near as bad as some of the bare bottom punishments she could get.

I let Jenny get off my lap and sat back, enjoying watching her caper about shrieking and grabbing at her burning bottom cheeks. Her little nude body was delightfully displayed to me as she danced and jumped about, her legs and bottom cheeks parted exposing her pussy and anus. A dark patch appeared on my trousers at the end of my penis as my pre-cum soaked through the material.

I stood up and picked up the junior cane off the desk. I held it in both hands and flexed it to show Jenny how whippy it was. I pulled the heavy chair out until it was three or four feet away from my desk. 

"Get that bottom over here, Jenny!" I barked, "Kneel up on this chair, hold onto the back and stick that bottom out!"

Still wailing and rubbing at her bum, Jenny did as she was told. She looked so cute, kneeling naked on the chair seat, holding onto the back rail with her tummy pushed down and her red strap-welted bottom pushed out for its next punishment. She looked back over her shoulder at me; her face covered with tears and snot. She pouted miserably.

"Boo hoo! Waaaaaaaaaaah! Oh please, Sir! Not the cane! Pleeeeeeeeeeease! My bum's so sore! Not the cane! I'll do what you want! Bwaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

I lined the cane up across her bottom, giving it little flicks so it smacked against her painful cheeks making her emit frightened wails and squirm her bottom deliciously. When I had done teasing her I drew back the cane for the first proper stroke. She looked back at me desperately.

"No! Please! No cane! Pleeeeeeeeeeeease!" she begged.

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! IT HURTS!" she howled.

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"NYAAAAAAAAAAAH! SIR! NO! MY BOTTOM! STOP! EEEEEEEEEEEE! I'M SORREEEEEEEEEY!"

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAH! STOOOOOOOP! THE HURT! I'LL BE GOOD! I'LL DO IT ALL! WAAAAAAAAAAAH! LIKE IN THE BOOK! STOOOOOOOP!"

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"YAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BUMMY! OH STOP! EEEEEEEEEEEEE! PLEASE SIR! PUT YOUR COCK IN MY ANUS! NO MORE CANE! YAAAAAAAAAAH!"

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! NYAAAAAAAAAAH! I'LL KISS YOUR COCK! SWALLOW YOUR SQUIRT! AAAAAAAAAAAAH! NO MORE! PUT YOUR COCK IN MY PUSSY! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! YAAAAAAAAAAH! PUNISH ME WITH YOUR COCK! BWAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

I put the cane down on the desk. Jenny knelt on the chair squealing her head off, her bottom covered with a red swollen splodge of crossing cane marks. Her howls were music to my ears; they promised hours of obedient sexual enjoyment for me. My cock quivered as I watched her squeezing and pulling at her thrashed little bottom. I ached to put my cock in Jenny's mouth and teach her her very first lesson in pleasing me, but I wasn't finished with Jenny's bottom quite yet; I picked up the senior girls cane. 

"Jenny!" I said sharply, "You need to learn what the senior girls cane feels like on your bottom!"

My announcement brought forth blubbering wails and pleas from the terrified girl. I swished the senior girls cane through the air. The whooshing sound was considerably louder than the junior cane. Jenny wailed even louder at the sound.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaah! Please, Sir! Let me off! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease! I'll do everything in the book! Bwaaaaaaaaaaah! Don't give me that! It's so big! Pleeeeeeeease! I'll make your cock feel nice! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease!" she begged me.

My cock needed release, but Jenny needed to feel what she'd get if she didn't obey.

"Get off the chair, Jenny! Touch your toes! I'm going to show your bottom what happens if you don't please my cock the way it likes!" I grinned.

"Waaaaaaaaah! Boo hoo! I will, Sir! I will! I'll please your cock the way it likes!" she sobbed as she clambered off the chair and bent over.

Jenny's limber young body bent double and her bum jutted out. I lined up the senior girls cane with the fattest part of her little bottom. I knew that Jenny would remember her first stroke with this cane forever.

THWICK!

Jenny stumbled forward as the physical momentum of that big whippy stick transferred itself to Jenny's bottom in one appallingly stingy line. There was almost no sound as she jumped up, her hands flying to her bottom, her face red and wide-eyed. Then she opened her mouth and screamed. I'd never heard Jenny scream like that before; the length and the intensity, again and again and again as she jumped and danced in front of me. I felt my cock jerking.

"Bend over and stick your bottom out, Jenny!" I said.

She wailed and danced about in front of me.

"WAAAAAAAAAAH! PLEASE, SIR! PLEASE! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE! BWAAAAAAAAH! LET ME PLEASE YOUR COCK! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"

I pointed downwards. Accompanied by many wails and sobs she bent back over and touched her toes. The line the senior girls cane had made was easy to make out from the other cane marks. It was huge in comparison and was quickly going purple. One more stroke would be quite adequate to ensure complete sexual obedience to me for months to come.

THWICK!

Jenny's reaction was no less spectacular than before. As I watched and listened to her performance I pulled my trousers and pants down. My cock sprang out rock hard, its purple head exposed and shiny with pre-cum. As soon as Jenny saw through her tear filled eyes that my cock was out she threw herself on her knees at my feet.

"PLEASE SIR! PLEASE! NO CANE! USE YOUR COCK TO PUNISH ME! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"

I put her hands on my cock and she grasped it firmly.

"Open your mouth, Jenny!" I said.

She did as she was told and I guided her head down until my cock went into her mouth. What an amazing feeling she gave me; so reluctant to do such a nasty thing, but so desperate to please me and make my cock squirt so that her naughty bottom didn't get punished any more.

"Rub the skin up and down, Jenny!" I told her, "Close your mouth around it! Use your lips to rub up and down the end bit! I want to see it sliding in and out of your mouth, Jenny! Use your tongue! Lick all over the bit in your mouth! Not like that, girl! Use the tip of your tongue! Get into all the little ridged bits with your tongue! Faster girl! Rub it faster! Use your lips and tongue quicker! That's it! Keep going! Just like that!"

Her eager mouth, tongue and hands made my balls start to tingle. It wouldn't be long now.

"I'm going to squirt soon, Jenny! Squirt in your mouth! Don't stop rubbing and licking when I squirt, Jenny! I'll be very angry! I'll use the senior girls cane on you! Swallow all of my squirts, Jenny! I'll cane you so hard if you don't!"

I felt my balls tensing and my cock bulging, then my prostate started and I pumped my cum into her mouth.

 "Ahhhhhh! I can feel it coming, Jenny! My cock's going to squirt now! Ahhhhhhhhh! Yesssssssss! Ahhhhhhhh! Swallow it all, girl! All of it! Oh yesssssssssss!"

Poor Jenny choked and gagged as my cum squirted into her mouth, but she daren't stop pleasuring me. The threat of being given more with the senior girls cane was the only thing in her mind. I watched her throat obediently gulp down my cum as she slurped her mouth over my cock's shiny sticky end.

Eventually I withdrew from her mouth, but only after I had enjoyed plenty of post-cum playing about, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth, getting her used to the feel of me in there. When I finally withdrew she looked up at me.

"Did I do alright, Sir? Did I make your cock feel nice?" she asked.

"Yes Jenny!" I smiled, "You did very well. But now it's time for me to start teaching you some ways to make my cock feel even nicer. I'm going to start with your bottom hole, Jenny. You're going to learn how to make my cock feel nice using your anus. But first I have to clean your anus and then stretch it. Come to the toilet with me, Jenny! I'm going to give you something called an enema; just like you saw the girls in the book getting!"

I took Jenny's hand and led her downstairs to the toilet. I didn't bother putting my trousers and pants back on. My cock would be enjoying all her little charms throughout the next few hours.

When we reached the toilet I had already set-up the enema. I grasped the enema bag; it was on the hot side of warm. The water had been quite hot when I'd put it in. Now it would feel like it was burning her inside but do no real harm at all. My cock started to fill out again at the prospect of seeing Jenny take all that hot water inside her bottom and hearing her pleading with me to stop the horrible enema.

I had selected a medical stainless steel nozzle. It was intended for particular procedures for adults and was about three quarters of an inch thick. I carefully lubricated it with Vaseline. 

"Bend over and put your hands on the toilet seat!" I told her.

Jenny did as she was told, jutting her punished little cheeks out at me. I touched the cold steel nozzle to her tiny anal hole. She jerked and wriggled. I began to push the nozzle against her tight hole and the tip inserted itself in her. For the first inch, Jenny behaved well, but by the time her anus was stretched to about half an inch she began to cry and started pleading with me.

"Ooooooooooo! Boo hoo! Sir! That's enough! It's hurting me! Don't push it so hard! Pleeeeeeeeeeeease! Boo hoo!"

I leant forward so my mouth was near her ear.

"Senior girls cane!" I whispered.

Jenny gave a little wail and her bottom was pushed out presenting her anus to me. I carried on pushing the nozzle up and there were no further complaints, but she sobbed and every so often gave a little squeak of pain as her bottom hole was opened up. Once the nozzle was fully inserted I opened the flow of water and stood back to watch the fun.

As soon the hot water began to flow into her rectum, Jenny let out a terrible mewling noise.

"Sir! Sir! Boo hoo! It's hot! It's coming in hot! Boo hoo! It's hurting me! I can feel it! Oh stop! Please! It's going to burn me! Ooooooooooooo! Boo hoo! Sir, please! Owwweeeeeeeeeeeee!"

I looked down at my cock and she followed my gaze. In front of our eyes my cock erected itself. She looked back up at me.

"Boo hoo! Please! I'll do anything! Boo hoo! Just tell me what you want!" she begged.

"All in good time, Jenny!" I smiled, "First we have to clean your bottom hole!"

As the hot water filled her bottom and tummy, Jenny kept up an obscene little dance where her anus and pussy were thrust out at me and waved about. She wailed in despair as she saw her own tummy starting to bulge.

"Whaaaaaaaaa! Oh, Sir! Sir!" she wept, "It's going all in me! It'll burst my tummy! Oooooooo, it hurts! Boo hoo! Please stop it! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease!"

I checked the enema bag; almost empty. Little girls were always so compliant with their bottoms and tummies full of a hot punishing enema.

"My cock needs pleasing, Jenny!" I said.

She looked up at me, her eyes fearful.

"Bwaaaaaaaaaaah! Owwwweeeeeeee! What do you want me to do, Sir? I have to use the toilet now! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease! Boo hoo!"

"Not yet, Jenny!" I admonished, "When my cock has been pleased. I want to put my cock in your pussy, Jenny!"

"Boo hoo! Waaaaaaaaaaah! In my pussy!" she said, looking down at her tiny slit and then back at my engorged adult cock.

"Boo hoo! Will it... will it fit, Sir?"

I smiled back at her.

"It will hurt you when I put it in, Jenny, but it will feel lovely for my cock!"

I reached into the open jar of Vaseline and pulled out a large dollop on my fingers. Then I smeared it all over the tip of my cock. I moved Jenny away from the toilet and sat down on it with my legs open. Then I positioned Jenny so she was facing me, standing between my legs and pressing up against me. I took my cock firmly in my hand and put the tip of it against her little pussy. Then I used my spare hand to pull her towards me. Jenny wailed as she felt the pressure of my smooth cock end on her little hole; then `pop', I was in her. The whole of my cock end had gone into her pussy.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Jenny wailed, tears streaming down her face, "IT HURTS! OWWWWEEEEEEE! TAKE IT OUT! IT'S TOO BIG! WAAAAAAAAAAH!"

I pushed her back slightly and I popped out of her. The feeling of entering and withdrawing from her soft tight little hole was delicious. Jenny's look of relief as I took my cock out of her was replaced by one of despair as she saw me prepare to push my cock back in.

"Pushing my cock in and out of your pussy makes me feel nice!" I smiled at her.

I pushed and `pop', I was back in her again.

"Move your body so my cock goes in and out of your pussy, Jenny! Or I shall never let you go to the toilet!" I told her.

Jenny shut her eyes and began to push her body backwards and forwards. Each time she came forwards my cock head pushed back into her hole. Each time she moved backwards my cock popped out. I leant back on the toilet and enjoyed the spectacle of this little girl's very first punishment sex. All the time Jenny kept up a constant stream of howls and wails as her pussy was punished.

"OWWWWEEEEEEEEE! OWWWWEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAH! IT HURTS! BWAAAAAAAAAH! WAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she howled.

After a minute or so, almost two inches of my cock was slipping in and out of her every time she moved herself. I could feel my cum starting to build. I grabbed hold of her bottom with both hands so I could guide her movements. Then I shook her little hips so my cock pistoned in and out of her clinging hole. Gasping and moaning  I shot my cum up her; I kept moving her until every last drop of my cum had been drained.

When I'd recovered I stood up. I positioned Jenny over the toilet and then removed the enema nozzle. The horrified Jenny discovered the humiliation of voiding herself after a deep hot enema. Soon she would have nothing that was private or personal anymore. Sir would know her every secret.

When Jenny was finished she was very meek and subdued. I cleaned her up and took her back to the classroom. As we entered the room she realised that the only thing left on my desk was the groove strap. She turned and looked up at me in terror, tears almost jumping out of her eyes at the thought of it.

"Boo hoo! Waaaaaaaaah! Oh please, Sir! No! Not that! Anything but that! Boo hoo!" she said, her voice full of fear.

"You have to learn what it's like, Jenny!" I told her, "How much it hurts you! All my special girls say this is the worst! Even worse that the senior girls cane! If you promise to be good when I stretch your bottom hole, then I shall only give you two smacks on your pussy and two smacks on your bottom hole with it. Are you going to be good for me, Jenny?"

Jenny stood transfixed, staring at the groove strap.

"Boo hoo! I'll be good, Sir! You can do what you want to me with your cock! Boo hoo! My bottom hole's clean now! You can put it there! Anything! Boo hoo! Don't spank my holes! Boo hoo! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! I beg!" she wept.

"Get up on my desk, Jenny! On your back, legs up and apart! Just like when your Mummy canes you!" I said.

Wailing with fear, Jenny did as she was told. Her pretty little holes were exposed and open to me. Her pussy was red and sore and gaped open after the punishment my cock had given it. I picked up the groove strap and smiled. Jenny would find being spanked on the pussy and anus with the groove strap very stingy indeed. I raised the groove strap just above my head.

THWAP! 

I snapped the groove strap down so that the end flicked wickedly in a diagonal across both pussy lips. 

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Jenny's shrieks hurt my ears as her hands flew between her legs to grab hold of the spot where the strap had landed.

"Move your hands, girl! Now! Or I'm not going to count that one..." I told her.

Howling with pain, Jenny presented her pussy to me again. She was so obedient; I was going to have such fun with her!

THWAP! 

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" she squealed.

I gave her a few moments to recover and watched her scrabbling around on the desk.

"Turn round, Jenny! On your knees, head down, rest on your elbows, legs apart, bottom up!" I insisted.

Sobbing and wailing she turned over and got into position. Her little anus winked at me from between her cheeks. I lined up the groove strap for a vertical stroke between her buttocks.

THWAP! 

Jenny screamed and thrust her fingers between her bottom cheeks. My cock started to stiffen again. It jerked up as Jenny's bottom and anus were waved so thoroughly in my face. Jenny had no idea how her bottom waving antics set my blood on fire and ensured that I was even stricter still with her.

"GET YOUR HANDS OUT OF THE WAY!" I shouted.

Jenny did so immediately and her little bottom hole, now with one nasty big red welt on it, was offered back up to me for another wicked smack from my nasty groove strap.

THWAP! 

Jenny's screams redoubled and I stepped back. She writhed and flipped on the desk top like a fish out of water; she put on quite a show for me. A blob of pre-cum oozed out of the end of my cock and dripped to the floor. My cock was ready to give her deep anal punishment. But first her little hole needed stretching.

I left Jenny writhing about and went to the cupboard. I took a little contraption out; a stainless steel child sized speculum. Despite the fact that it was child size, it could open up to an inch and a half diameter. I thoroughly lubricated it with Vaseline and then went back to the desk where Jenny was howling and rubbing at her holes.

"Do you want more groove strap?" I asked her.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NOOOOOOOOOOO! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! NOOOOOOOOO!" she wailed.

"Then get back on your knees with your head down and bottom up! I'm going to stretch your bottom hole now!" I told her.

Once more her little bottom and pretty anus were presented to me. The speculum was a good four inches long and about three quarters of an inch thick when compressed. A little thumb wheel adjusted the mechanism to open it up. I pushed the speculum into Jenny's anus. Even after the enema nozzle it was quite a stretch. Jenny made a dreadful fuss as I inserted the whole length making my cock twitch with delight. She didn't know that the real discipline was just about to start. I began to turn the thumbwheel and the speculum began to open up. Jenny wailed and twisted her bottom about.

"Owwwwweeeeeeeeeeeee! Sir! Nooooooooo! Don't! Please! It hurts! Waaaaaaaaaaaah!"

I twisted the thumbwheel more. Her little anus was stretched open an inch wide. I could see up her little hole now. Her twisting and protests became more extreme.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAH! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! OWWWWWWWW! IT STINGS! IT BURNS! OH STOP! STOP! PLEEEEEEEEASE! I'LL BE GOOD! NO MORE!"

I kept twisting the thumbwheel until her sphincter was opened to a squeal inducing inch and a half and I could see deep into her rectum. Jenny shrieked in disbelief at how much having her bottom hole stretched could hurt; her howls made my cock drip blobs of pre-cum. Soon my cock would be deep in her punished hole.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAH! NOOOOOOOOOO! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! IT HURTS! TAKE IT OUT! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! USE YOUR COCK! I BEG! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! PUT IT ANYWHERE! STOP! OH STOP! PLEASE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!"

I touched a release button on the mechanism and the speculum contracted back, pushed by her muscular sphincter. I pulled the speculum out and there, in front of my eyes, was the perfect inch wide gaping little girl anus. Jenny's hands came behind her and she felt at her sore little hole. Her fingers explored the gaping opening and she made a frightened mewling sound.

"Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Ooooooooooooooo! It's open! It's all open! My bottom! It won't close! Oooooooo, Sir! What have you done! It's not right! It won't close! Oh, it hurts! Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

I smiled at her little performance; her tight little hole was ready for me now.

"Jenny, go to the bedroom across the landing. When you get there, put the pyjamas on and wait for me. You and I are going to have a little chat, my girl!" I grinned.

The howling Jenny ran across the landing and into the room.

I gave Jenny a few minutes to collect herself. I took the remainder of my clothes off. I wanted to have a very intimate chat with her. I wondered across the landing to the little girls' bedroom I had so nicely decorated. Jenny was standing in the tight nylon pyjamas, her face red, puffy and wet, and her eyelids heavy and sore with all the tears she had shed. Her bottom was far too sore for her to sit on the bed.

Jenny's eyes were drawn with morbid fascination to the posters I had stuck up on the walls. Supplied with the pamphlet I had shown her earlier, they folded out to A3 size. There were six posters, each with a blown up photograph from the pamphlet and a slogan.

The first poster showed a photo of the fair haired eleven year old on her back in the diaper position with her legs far apart. Her pussy, anus and inner bottom cheeks were red, welted and swollen. The poster bore the title "A groove strapped girl is a good girl!". 

The second poster showed a photo of the black haired ten year old standing with the enema pipe going into her bottom, her tummy full and bulging. The poster had the title "An enemaed girl is a good girl!". 

The third poster showed a photo of the fair haired girl, still in the diaper position. She was pulling her bottom cheeks apart and her anus gaped open half an inch wide. The camera had captured the view deep into her rectum in exquisite detail. The poster was entitled "A gaping bottom is a good bottom!". 

The fourth poster showed a photo of the small eight year old red headed girl. It was a close up of her face with the whole length of an adult cock down her throat. The photo captured her wide eyed desperation, her dark red choking face and the large quantity of drool dripping from her mouth around the cock. The poster was titled "A throat punished girl is a good girl!". 

The fifth poster showed a photo of the same black haired girl that appeared on the second poster. She was lying back in an armchair. The man kneeling in front of her had almost his whole cock in her pussy. He had grasped both her legs, one in each hand, and had bent the legs back so the girl was almost in the diaper position. The girl seemed to be thrashing her head about and screaming. The title of the poster was "A pussy punished girl is a good girl!". 

The final poster showed a photo of the fair haired girl. She was kneeling on a bed with her head down and was resting on her elbows. Her legs were wide apart and the camera had shot the photo from directly behind her so her face was clearly visible between her legs. The man was by the side of the bed with one foot on the ground and the other on the bed next to the girl so he straddled her. His cock was totally inserted into her anus. The girl's howling face showed how much this very special private punishment hurt. The poster was titled "An anally punished girl is a good girl!".

Jenny turned to look at me. She could see I was completely naked now. Her bottom lip quivered and the tears fell thick and fast.

"Boo hoo! Please, Sir! My bottom hurts too much! Please give me private punishment! I'll be really good! Boo hoo!" she said, looking up at the posters meaningfully, "You can pick which punishment you want! Boo hoo! I'll be so good! I promise!"

I shook my head slowly.

"Oh, Jenny! It's not that simple. You see, when you come into this bedroom and put those pyjamas on, it means you and I are going to have a Daddy / Daughter chat. You know, if you had a Daddy he would spank you and give you private punishments all the time. Daddies love doing that to their daughters. Spanking their little bottoms makes Daddies cocks get big and hard, and then they can give long severe private punishments. All the girls who have Daddies in my class get spankings and private punishments from their Daddies. All of them!"

"Even Sarah Cartwright?" asked Jenny, her eyes doubtful.

I laughed; eleven year old Sarah liked to give the impression that she was above all the other girls.

"Even Sarah Cartwright!" I confirmed, "Every night her Daddy strips her naked and spanks her bottom with a big hairbrush. Then he gives her the groove strap between her legs so that she is extra good for her private punishment. He likes doing that to her.." I pointed at the poster of the girl with the cock down her throat, "He sits on the toilet and makes her bend her head over him. Her Mummy makes her do it in the toilet so she doesn't get any sick on the carpet."

Jenny nodded solemnly. I could see that she was starting to realised that strict private punishments were what naughty little girls got. 

"So you see, Jenny, when we come in here, I'm going to be like your Daddy. You can call me Daddy when we are in here. And Daddies always start there chats by spanking their little girl's bare bottom good and hard. Daddies like doing that. Pull down your pyjama trousers and show me your bottom, Jenny!" 

Crying mournfully and shaking her head in horrified disbelief that she was going to get more punishment on her bottom, Jenny did as she was told. I marvelled at the sight; her bottom cheeks were huge big red mounds, the skin was tightly stretched and there were welts covering almost every inch of her little cheeks. Finally, across both cheeks were two purple lines, courtesy of the senior girls cane. My cock jerked at the lovely sight. I wondered how much more her bottom could take. Very little I guessed, but the backs of her thighs were only slightly red and would be great fun to spank more.

"Oh dear, Jenny! You must have been very naughty at school today!" I beamed, "Daddy is going to have to be extra strict with you tonight! See how big and hard my cock is, Jenny! That means I'm going to have to really hurt you tonight!"

"Boo hoo! Boo hoo! Please, Sir! No, Sir!" she wailed.

"Daddy, not Sir!" I corrected.

"Boo hoo! Oh please, Daddy! My bummy's so sore! I'll do nice things for your cock! Oh please! No more on my bottom! Pleeeeeeeeeease! Waaaaaaaaaah!"

"Have a look and see what's in the bedside drawer, Jenny!" I said, pointing to the small cabinet beside the bed.

With a trembling hand, Jenny reached out and opened the drawer. Inside, lying diagonally was a huge two foot long wooden bath brush. Jenny wailed in terror when she saw it.

"Gosh!" I grinned, "Look at that, Jenny! I'm going to spank you so hard with that bath brush until your bottom is bruised and blistered all over. That's going to make Daddy's cocky feel so nice doing that!"

"Waaaaaaaah! Boo hoo! Noooooooooo!" howled Jenny, "Please, Daddy! Pleeeeeeeeeeease! Give me private punishment! Anything! Take me to the toilet! Make me sick with your cock! Boo hoo! I'll do it! I'll do what you say! Not the bath brush! No! Daddy! Pleeeeeeeeeeease! Bwaaaaaaaaaaah!"

I smiled down at her and my cock twitched, jerking in front of her.

"Take your pyjamas off, Jenny! I'm going to give you some private punishment now. If you're a very good girl then I'll just spank the backs of your thighs and I won't blister."

"Boo hoo! Oh, Daddy! Yes please! Please spank my thighs! Not my bottom! Boo hoo! My bottom hurts so much! Don't blister me! Boo hoo! Just tell me what you want!" she said, pulling her pyjama bottoms off her feet and taking her top off.

I sat back in the armchair and put my feet up on the legs. Then I shuffled forward until my bottom overhung the chair seat.

"Jenny, I want you to kneel between my legs, pull my bottom cheeks apart and then lick and suck my bottom hole. If you're very good and get your tongue right up inside my bottom hole, then I shan't blister you!"

"Yes, Daddy!" she said demurely.

She knelt down and I watched her reach forward with her hands towards my bottom. I felt her hands touching my and parting my cheeks so I could feel the cool air on my anus. I watched her head bending forward and my balls being pushed up by the top of her head. As I lost sight of her face I just caught her look of absolute disgust and wrinkled up nose as she approached my big hairy hole. I felt her breath on my anus and then the tip of her hot wet tongue touched the centre of my hole. Jenny gave a little whine as she tasted me, but I felt her tongue pushing into my hole. I could feel her slipping into me and then her lips touching the sensitive surrounding anal skin. Then Jenny started sobbing as her tongue and lips began to lick and suck. I lay back and listened to her humiliated wails. It was such a lovely sound; her blubbering cries mixed with the slurping and sucking sounds as she worked so hard not to get her bottom blistered. As her tongue probed my hole and her lips rubbed over my big anus, I instructed her how I liked it best.

"More slurping, Jenny! I want to hear what a good job you're doing! Suck the air in when you rub your lips on my hole! That makes the best noise! Push your tongue in further, Jenny! I know you can! I want you to lick all around inside me! Oh, Jenny! You're doing such a good job! If you keep going like that, I'll only spank the backs of your thighs, not your bottom at all! Go on! Show me that's what you want! Stick that tongue in really deep! Oh yes, Jenny! Just like that! Good girl! Keep going deep!"

My cock jerked and bounced and copious quantities of pre-cum leaked out as my anus was pleasured. Once again, I knew that little Jenny Martin was going to be one of my favourite special girls.

After ten lovely minutes I told Jenny to stop. She pulled her face back away from me; it was bright red and soaking wet from her tears and the large amount of saliva she had dribbled whilst licking and sucking my bitter tasting hole.

I got up and sat on the bed, picking up the bath brush as I did so.

"Come on, Jenny! Over my lap, young lady! Time for Daddy to have a chat with his little girl where it will do most good!" I said, beckoning to her.

Sobbing and wailing at the prospect of even more spanking, Jenny climbed up over my knees. I lifted my right leg and put it over both of hers, locking them in position. Then I took her hands and held them firmly in the small of her back. The bath brush was heavy and long and I held it at the end of the handle. Jenny would learn a good lesson when she felt just how much a spanking with the bath brush could hurt.

CRACK!

I brought the bath brush down hard on the backs of her thighs. The brush easily covered both of her thighs. There was a moment of shocked silence and then she bucked and screamed.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! DADDEEEEEEEEEEEEY! NO! NOT HARD! AAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"NYAAAAAAAAAAAA! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! WAAAAAAAAAAAH! IT BURNS! IT HURTS! STOP! STOOOOOOOOP!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! I WANT PRIVATE PUNISHMENTS! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! STOP SPANKING! PLEEEEEEEEEEASE! PRIVATE PUNISH ME! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! DADDEEEEEEEEY! STOP!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! WAAAAAAAAAAAAH! ANYTHING! I'LL DO ANYTHING! STOP, DADDY! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

The backs of her thighs were a dark swollen red. I had spanked hard with the bath brush and it wouldn't take too many more smacks to start blistering. I let her scramble off my lap and do an energetic post spanking dance for me. Her hands clutched at her thighs and pulled as she danced. As she capered about pulling herself open at the back I was treated to a lovely view of her open anus and pussy.

I reached over to the jar of Vaseline in the bedside drawer and started lubricating my cock. I had already cum twice that evening and my cock was going to be hard for a long time; it would require of lot of work to make it cum and Jenny's bottom hole was going to have to do that work.

"Jenny, come and lie on the bed with me!" I said, "Daddy's cocky is going to go up your bottom hole and give you private punishment now!"

Still rubbing vigorously at her burning thighs, Jenny came and lay with me. I positioned her so she was on her side with her back to me and my cock was level with her little bottom. She turned back her red tearful pleading face to look at me.

"Boo hoo! Boo hoo! Is it going to hurt, Daddy?" she mewled.

I smiled at her.

"Oh yes, Jenny! It's going to hurt you alright! This is part of your punishment!"

She wailed as I positioned the head of my cock against her anus. I held the base of my cock firmly and then pushed hard against her. There was nothing gentle here; this was bottom hole punishment for a naughty little girl! Two inches of my cock lodged in the pre-stretched hole.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAH! DADDEEEEEEEEEEEEY! IT HURTS! STOP! STOOOOOOOOP! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!" she howled.

I put both my hands on her shoulders and pushed my cock up her, pulling down on her shoulders at the same time. Slowly my cock went in until the whole length was in her tiny bottom hole.

"NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! TAKE IT OUT! DADDEEEEEEEEEY! NOOOOOOOO! IT'S TOO BIG! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! IT HURTS! PLEEEEEEEEEEASE! GET IT OUT OF ME! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The feeling of her little ass around me was incredible; the reluctant young anus of a properly punished little girl does such special things for a strict adult's penis! I began to thrust in and out of her tiny bottom, my tummy slapping into her back as she howled and shrieked whilst her anus was punished. As I expected, I took a long long time. Her howls became hoarse as I carried on thrusting and she constantly babbled pleas as she sought to find some obscene offer that would stop her bottom hole being punished by my cock. Eventually my orgasm came, and when it did it was long and sweet. I doubt that I squirted much cum up her obliging hole, but my pleasure was extreme.

After what seemed to be like ages to me, my orgasm subsided. I lay there with my cock still buried in that naughty little girl's bottom. Jenny sobbed and wriggled against me. I withdrew my cock with a slimy pop and then cleaned both of us up. I fetched her clothes and helped her back into them. She looked up at me, the tears still streaming down her face.

"I'll never be bad again, Sir!" she promised.

I nodded.

"I'm sure you'll think twice, Jenny!" I said, "But it's very difficult for a naughty girl to be good so quickly. I think you will need many private lessons before you are good. I wouldn't be surprised if your Mummy wanted you to stay here with me for a whole weekend. Can you imagine that?"

From the terrified mewling noise, Jenny made it clear she could.

I put Jenny in the car and drove her back home. Jenny knelt in the back of the car all the way home. Her bottom and thighs were still very sore.

When we arrived, her delighted mother greeted us both.

"Oh do come in, Mr M." she said happily as she closed the door behind us, "Do you mind if I check the damage?"

"Be my guest!" I smiled.

In a moment Janet had lifted her daughter's pinafore and pulled down her knickers. Janet made a big play of opening Jenny's pussy and anus and examining the gaping little holes.

"Oh, you did a good job here!" she said warmly, "Well up to standard!", and she winked at me. "You know, Jenny," she continued, "I think it would be good if you spent a whole weekend with MR M.. I'm sure he would enjoy that a lot!"

Janet smiled wickedly as her daughter threw herself on her knees and between sobs begged her mother not to send her for a weekend with me.

"Boo hoo! Mummy! Please! Don't send me back! He put his willy in me! In my bottom! And my wee hole! And my mouth! He put hot water in my bottom and my tummy! And he whipped my bottom so hard! Look at it! I'll be so good! I'll be good forever! Don't send me back! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease!"

Janet pushed her daughter away, a broad grin on her face.

"Oh Jenny, you silly girl! I sent you to Mr M's exactly so he could put his willy in you! It's such a good punishment for a bad little girl like you! Now, go upstairs take your clothes off and touch your toes. I'm going to cane the backs of your legs before you go to bed. Get upstairs! NOW!"

I watched the delightful sight of Jenny rushing upstairs, wailing in despair. Her pinafore was still pulled up and her little knickers pulled halfway down her thighs. Her red welted swollen bottom bounced about as she ran up.

"Excuse me a moment." said Janet.

She disappeared into to the kitchen. When he emerged she was carrying a whippy junior cane and was stark naked. I could see her pussy was soaking. She smiled at me.

"I'm going upstairs to have a little chat with Jenny, now!" she beamed, "I think that as she's done such a good job pleasing you, she can learn how to please me. I'm certainly ready for it after seeing what you did to her bum!" She gave her hips a wriggle. "Are you OK to have her this weekend or next?"

"Next weekend it would be my pleasure!" I smiled.

Janet grinned.

"Yes, I do hope so! The more severe her private punishments are, the better! Make sure you use her throat next time! I used to hate that when Daddy did it to me! Now, when you're ready, you can let yourself out!" she smiled.

Janet turned and started to climb the stairs.

I waited for a few moments. I heard her go into Jenny's room and the door shut. There was the noise of wailing sobbing pleas and then the unmistakable THWICK! sound of a cane meeting soft schoolgirl thighs followed by Jenny's renewed howls and squeals. Then another THWICK!, and another and another. 

I left the house with the sounds of the vigorous caning of a naughty little schoolgirl ringing in my ears. I couldn't wait for the next weekend; after such strict treatment from her mother, Jenny would be unbelievably desperate to please my cock. I decided to invite some friends round to watch her strict punishments. Then I would allow them to indulge themselves as Jenny desperately tried to satisfy their insatiable sexual appetites.




DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact. The two are very different. 

