Little Orphan Boy Chapter 1
By Lee Davey
leedavey_1@lycos.com
copyright 2008 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Introduction:
This first Chapter may be to slow for some of you, if you want to get right to the interesting bits then consider going straight to Chapter 2.
The story takes place in the Regime universe from the Cooper's series. It is unrelated to the Cooper's and can be read as a stand alone series.
It involves a 10 year old boy being adopted into a family with 3 daughters. The parents are strict and believe that boys should remain naked at all times. Boys are also punished physically unlike girls, and given the nature of boys need constant supervision to stop 'nasty' habits. The boy soon learns that unconditional love can be difficult to cope with.

Cast list:
Michael Bellows - Father, 48
Victoria Bellows - Mother, 43
Lisa Bellows - Daughter, 17, Trainee nurse.
Jenny Bellows - Daughter, 14,Student.
Sulky teenager who considers all boys, but particularly Neil, as beneath her contempt.
Katie Bellows - Daughter, 8, Student.
Stout girl and boisterous. Enjoys fact that now she is not the 'junior' member of the family and lords her position over Neil.
Neil Bellows - Adopted Son, 10

Chapter One - Introduction.
"Ohh this ones darling....and this one...Could we have both please Michael dear" a prim middle class lady sat on the settee flipping through a photo album. Her mousy brown hair was tied up in a severe bun.
"No Victoria, there is no way we could afford two...barely afford the one" her husband replied the last part murmured under his breath knowing that his wife was adamant that they were going to take home one boy today, having lost this argument months ago.
They already had three children, but much to his wives disappointment they were all girls. Not that she did not love them greatly she did, however she had set her heart on a boy. A wish that seemed to disappear when she entered menopause a year ago.
Then the adverts on TV started advertising orphan children for adoption. His wife immediately set her heart on adopting a boy falling for the cringe making sentimentality of the Regime Institutes adverts. Michael considered himself very much the head of the household whose word was law. In so far as his word did not stop his wife doing whatever it was she wanted, whenever she wanted. Not that he did not want a son he admitted to himself, a little boy would be nice and hopefully provide him some back up in his female dominated household he added darkly. 
The Governor of the Bromley's boy Regime Orphanage sat behind his mahogany desk as he checked through the two clients paperwork. Satisfied he signed the acceptance box and dropped the paperwork into his out tray and coughed discretely to attract the couples attention
"Well everything appears in order. You have your certificate of Regime education compliance, Social Work reports and character references. All that remains is to select an appropriate child and pay the adoption license fee. Have you decided on a short-list of candidates Mrs Bellows?" he asked Victoria.
"These two would seem to fit the bill"
Victoria handed the two A4 sheets of paper that held the personal details of the two children.
Examining them the Governor noted that they were both boys aged 10. The first boy known as Nicky had been in care since he was 5 when both his parents had died in a car crash. The other boy Neil had been in care since he was 3 when Social Services had finally taken him away from his drug addict of a mother. Unfortunately for the boys they were even at the ages of 3 and 5 past prime adoption age. Most parents wanted babies or at worst young toddlers. The Governor knew that these children fetched a high premium in the 'license' fee stakes, desperate childless couples would pay thousands for 'blank slate' children. With the older children he would be lucky to get rid of any and when he did he may only get a few hundred. Still he thought most of his salary came from commission on settling children out of the care home, and 40% of a few hundred would not go amiss. 
"Well then if you will follow me we can take a look at the pair" standing he led the couple into a room down the hall. The small room they entered into was dominated by a huge one way mirror that opened out onto one of the Orphanages play rooms, currently occupied by 2 dozen or so children who sat chatting, watching television or quietly reading.
As Michael and Victoria sat the Governor followed suit. Scanning the room the Governor spotted the two children that had been selected by the prospective parents and pointed them out to them.
"Want do you think Dear?" Victoria asked her husband as she watched the two boys intently.
"Difficult to tell. I can't really get a good look at them" Michael complained as he looked at the two boys who were still unaware that they were were being examined.
"Could we, you know, have a good look before deciding" Victoria asked shyly slightly uncomfortable at asking the forbidding Governor.
With a smile the Governor nodded. Leaning over he flicked a switch and spoke into the intercom. "Nicky, Neil front and centre."
The entire room seemed to jump. Neil and Nicky stood reluctantly and moved to where the glass wall, complete;y opaque to their eyes loomed. The other children realising that whatever was going on looked relieved and went back to their activities, but kept a surreptitious eye on the two 'victims'.
"When the two boys had lined up. The Governor spoke once more into the intercom, addressing the two boys.
"Children remove your uniforms, I have some prospective parents who want a better look at you. If your lucky they may want to adopt you and give you a proper home to go to. You would like that wouldn't you" although phrased as a question the tone in the hidden Governors voice made it clear that he was not asking their opinions on their prospective adoption. 
Nicky a tall willowy boy with bright blue eyes immediately complied eager to show how compliant he was. With a quick shrug he pulled the grey itchy wool jumper off and woollen pants leaving his pale freckled skin completely bare, apparently oblivious to the fact he now stood naked in front of the other children. He a smile on his lips he looked boldly at the mirror in front of him behind which unknown adults who sat and invisibly appraised him.
Neil on the other hand only reluctantly followed his fellow orphan in disrobing. His hands falling to cover his hairless nub of a penis and small testicles a sullen look on his face. "Assume the proper position Neil you know better than that" the Governor snapped into the intercom. Neil slowly moved his hands away conscious of the fact that compared to the boy standing next to him he was significantly less developed physically.
"I'm surprised Sir that you had to ask them to disrobe at all" Michael asked the Governor, "I thought all Orphanages were now run on Regime lines, don't you keep them naked as a rule" he queried.
"It's true that children should be kept nude all times if possible. After all it promotes good hygiene and discourages undue modesty. The problem is we just don't have the time to control all our children's clothing habits. Our staff have on average 15 children under the care at any one time. What with ensuring their fed, looked after, go to school, keep up their basic Regime lessons we just don't have the resources to keep them fully Regime compliant. That's one of the reasons we are so keen to encourage adopting. Parents have the time and ability to fully care for children, that for all we try we as the state simply can't match.
We allow them to remain clothed so we don't have to worry about them becoming too cold or sun burnt and so on".
Victoria paid little attention to the two men as she intently examined the two naked boys who stood facing her.
Victoria raised a hand to her mouth as she felt her cheeks flush with heat as she drunk in the sight of the two naked children. "Can you get them to turn around please".
As the Governors voice echoed once more into the adjacent room the two boys turned moving around their feet apart and leaned forward slightly causing their buttocks to push up and out.
"that one seems to have some bruises" Michael noted examing the know prominent buttocks of the two boys. Noting a few pale bruises on the bottom of Neil.
"Yes Neil can be a handful. Not naughty just, well inconsiderate perhaps. Recently one of the matrons had to give him a paddling for taking to long in the shower and using up more than his alloted supply of hot water.
Nodding Michael turned to his wife "Have you decided yet?"
"Well I have a preference, but would it be possible to have one on approval so to speak" she asked the Governor. "Not quite. However you can return a child should you deem that the parental child relationship has irretrievably broken down, unfortunately their is no refund and you would need to reapply for Regime clearance" he answered.
Michael drew his breath in at the thought of the cost of having to reapply for clearance, aware of the thousands he had already spent obtaining the necessary approvals.
"Well I think I would like the shy boy I think he is so cute and I can train him up. What do you think dear?" she turned to Michael. "Are you sure Love after all you will be spending most of the time with him when he is home schooled with the girls? But I'm happy with whatever you want" Michael smiled at his wife his affection for her clear. "Can we have a chat with the boy please" Victoria asked.
A few minutes later the still naked boy was ushered into the Governors office by a stern faced matron, trepidation clear on his face. "Neil these people want to have a chat with you" the Governor said as he waved the boy forward to the waiting Michael and Victoria.
Hesitantly the boy stepped forward. Victoria after an enquiring look at the Governor went forward to examine the boy. The boy cringed slightly as Victoria cupped his mouth open and examined his teeth. Moving down she ran her hands over his bony rib cage noticing his slight immature frame. Finally her hands reached down and gently stroked his small balls and penis. The boy jerked back at the strange woman's touch and would have resisted further were it not for the warning tap from the woman staff members thick leather tawse.
Noting the boy's shamed reaction Victoria checkled, with her hands she deftly turned the boy around and using her hands forced the boys thighs apart. With a finger she trailed a finger through the boys butt crevice noting with a hint of distaste the less the perfectly clean state of the boys bum. Michael chuckling patted Victoria on the shoulder, "Remember Dear he is a boy after all, puppy dog's tails and snails and all that; and teaching your child is half the pleasure of being a parent".
Standing up she smiled back at her husband, "A real work in progress, but he's just so cute" she ruffled the boy's hair and barely suppressed a laugh as the boy irritably shook her hand from his hair, turning to the Governor she smiled and nodded.
"Are you absolutely sure?" Michael asked.
"Yes look at him he is so sweet and he even looks a little like our girls, which will help him settle in don't you think".
"Well in that case I agree" Michael replied. Turning to the Governor he nodded that they had made their minds up.
Smiling broadly the Governor picked up a pile of forms and began preparing the reams of paperwork that would need to be completed. Stopping at the very first question he turned to the couple.
"First things first what about the boys name" he asked.
"Name I thought it was Neil?" Victoria replied.
"Yes but you can change it if you want, I just need to know what it's going to be for the transfer papers.
"Oh we're keep it Neil. It's such a darling name" Victoria replied ruffling her new sons hair with a condescending hair.
Neil seethed silently, aghast that something so personal as his name could have been taken from him without a bye your leave. Embarassed as well by this strange woman's intimate exmaination of him and familiar tousling of his hair. He kept quiet though as he saw the tawse wielding Matron stare at him. Remembering the delight the evil witch had taken when beating his bottom black and blue for dawdling in the shower a week ago.

"As you wish if we head back to the office I'll have the boy prepared for transit and we can complete the paperwork" the Governor smiled as he began to assess just how much he could get away with charging the couple for the adoption 'license'.
Half hour and $1800 poorer Victoria and Michael stood by their car as the door to the Orphanage opened and Neil was marched out between the Governor and a heavy set woman staff member his eyes blinking at the bright sunshine. The boy cringed as he realised that he was standing nude in the car lot to the Institution, the Governor taking the boys orphan uniform off him to be reused so as to save money. 
Ignoring the boys discomfort the Governor walked him over to the couple and coming to a stop before them spoke to the boy. "Now Neil these are your new parents, you are to go with them". Neil looked at his new parents sizing them up. He saw a fortyish woman with a stern but somehow kindly smile nod to him. The man was tall at well over 6ft and appeared to Neil to be somewhat distant. "Hello Sir, hello Ma'am" his voice mumbling into his feet.
He felt the soft hand of the woman as she lifted his chin up and then drew the boy into a hug, his face smothered by the woman's average sized breasts covered in a demure dress suit. His initial stiffness soon disappeared as Neil felt the first loving hug he had had in at least 7 years melt away his fear. For some reason tears sprang to his eyes, tears he felt he could no longer cry, the ability to cry long beaten out of him.
The woman released him from her bear hug and he looked up and saw tears in her eyes. Even the distant man face softened. The woman leant forward and kissed his forehead softly and said "Call us Mum and Dad not Sir or Ma'am luv. Come on your going home to meet your sisters". "Sisters?"
"Oh yes you have three sisters now luv, and there dying to meet their new little brother".
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Michael sniffed and lowered the drivers window as he caught a whiff of the less than fragrant boy who sunk lower in the back seat trying to hide his nakedness from the passing traffic.
Victoria who sat next too the boy wrinkled her nose.
"Sweet mercy child have you touched soap recently?" she asked the boy as she too opened a window.
"Sorry but we aren't allowed to tarry in the toilet or bath or we get a whipping" the boy offered in his defence. "Well that's going to change I won't abide a dirty child in my house" his mother replied, but don't worry we'll clean you up when we get home" she half promised half threatened.
Neil's eyes widened in delight as they pulled up to his new house. The Bellows house was only a modest 3 bed detached house. It's neighbouring houses separated by a small but well kept lawn surrounded by a small hedge. Their car pulled up to the attached garage and came to a stop.
Neil looked out of the car window and noted several neighbouring children playing in the quiet cul-de-sac, most of the younger ones nude or at best wearing revealing briefs. The older teenagers either dressed normally or in revealing see through tracksuits or plastic clothes. Neil looked away as he noted the curious looks from the assembled children as they watched the sedate progress of the car as it came to a halt. Unaware or more likely uncaring of the viewing audience Victoria stepped out and walked around to Neil's side of the vehicle and opened the door wide, displaying her son to his new neighbours.
Leaning in and unlocking Neil's seatbelt Victoria ignored the protesting Neil and pulled him out of the car, and made hm stand in full view of the assembled children's frank stares as she quickly locked the car door. Smiling at her sons embarrassed face she put a motherly hand around his shoulders and led him through a garden gate and into the front garden of the house.
Half way down the path she stopped her nose wrinkling, looking at her sons bare frame she came to a decision. "Mike dear can you fetch the large wash tub and the long brush" she called out to her husband. "Stop where you are young man" she placed a firm hand on Neil as he made a break towards the door and away from the stares of the viewing children. "You can make some friends with the neighbourhood children later. First things first no child is going in my house in such a state".
Neil watched as his father dragged a heavy wooden tub to the centre of the driveway. His heart started sinking as he watched his father unhook a hosepipe that lay coiled near the wall and begin filling the tub from it. With shocking strength Neil found himself hauled over his mothers shoulder who carried him over and then lowered the boy into the tub of water.
"Arrrrgghh.....Neil's skin burned at the touch of the intense icy cold that washed over his body up to his small nipples witch hardened immediately. Striving to stand to escape the cold Victoria held the struggling boy down and accepted the long stiff washing brush that her husband calmly handed to her.
Neil's skin barely registered his fathers hands as he was wiped down with some harsh orange soap, a thin film of bubbles now coated his blue tinged nakedness.
"Ow" Neil cried out as some bubbles from the soap crept into his eye stinging painfully. As he blinked the pain away he noted a gaggle of children watching his public bath in delight. their ages ranged from 5 to 15. Several of them burst out loud as Neil was dragged from the little modesty he had crouching in the bottom of the tub to his feet. He little penis a cause for some amusement from the older boys and girls. The embarrassment of his small penis was soon overshadowed as his mother began ruthlessly scrubbing his flesh with the stiff bristled brush. Each brush leaving a clean but red raw patch a skin in its wake. His cries redoubled for a moment as the brush scrubbed his erect nipples painfully. Even this pain was forgotten as Neil felt his fathers soapy hands smear a film of soap over his bottom and deep into his butt crack. A gasp escaped his lips as the hands travelled forward and began gently soaping his balls and tint wee wee.
The viewing children no longer giggled but stood in rapt amazement a tiny gasp echoed from the assembled group as Michael gently retracted Neil's small foreskin and soaped the boys now exposed penis head.
Victoria who stood waiting for her husband to finish soaping the boy brush in hand turned at the gasp and spotted the gaping children.
"Shows over everyone can go home now" she ordered. For a moment the children ignored her. "I said SHOWS OVER. Anyone still here in 2 seconds can join my son, and get a dose with this" she brandished the brush threateningly. As if by magic the assembled children scattered until only 1 child remained. An 8 year old child watched the scene like a hawk. Her face pretty but spoiled by a hint of puppy fat and and pug nose, her hair braided in pig tails.
"Katie don't just stand there come and say hello to your new brother" Michael called out to his daughter as he completed soaping his 10 year old boys lower body.
Katie ran forward and hugged her fathers leg "Daddy, Daddy your home, splleeuhh" Katie spluttered as a wave of water splashed her in the face.
The cause of this water was made clear as Neil screamed as his mother scrubbed the washing brush up and down his dirty butt crack hard. Neil screaming kicked as the bristles found their way to his tender anus and scoured his hidden areas clean, the pain of this causing him to involuntarily kick his legs and spray his father and sister in icy cold water. 
For a moment Neil relaxed as his mothers brush stopped its assault on his bottom and he spared a look at his sister noting the way she grinned at the sight of the boys exposed and, since he stood in a couple of feet of icy water, shrivelled penis. He saw a wide malicious grin brake over his sisters face and then realised why!
"Aieeeeeee....arrgggh" Victoria ignored her new sons cries of agony determined to scrub every inch of her boys body clean, even his tiny dinky and balls.
Neil shook as the bristles scrubbed him clean. He cried freely experiencing more pain now than he had ever experienced before, even in the Orphanage. The fact that this pain wasn't even a punishment seemed to his mind to make it even worse.
Finally his mother dropped the brush and taking a handed towel scooped Neil out of the tub and wrapping him up carried him towards the front door. Michael leading the way and Katie skipping behind.
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Neil was lowered to his feet his toes noting the thick carpet. Shivering uncontrollably his body an amusing combination of icy blue and sore red. Neil looked around the front room when his mother told him wait as she found his other sisters to introduce them to him.
"Are you really a boy"
Neil turned and saw his younger sister, what was her name, oh yes Katie. "Yes, can't you tell" he added irritably as he made reference to his nakedness and the show his mother had put on for her outside.
"Not really no. You don't have a dinky and all boys have a dinky" she informed him. Dinky? then the realisation hit him and he retorted angrily "I do have a ... dinky, it's just that I've just had a...well cold bath you know" he didn't add that even in the best of circumstances his endowment was slightly below average for his age.
"You call that nub a dick? I see my brother is prone to a tad of exaggeration?" a female voice interrupted the squabbling children, sarcasm literally dripping from every word.
"Jenny...." Katie yelled and barged past Neil and threw herself into a bear hug around the girl. Neil closely examined the new girl as she attempted to extract herself from her younger sisters clinging embrace. Pretty rather than stunning he thought perhaps 5'1" in height. Her skin was pale alabaster and contrasted with her dark brown hair and eyes. Her face however was marred by a sneer as she looked her naked, and less than welcome, new brother up and down in a slow dismissive nod of her head.
"Jenny play nice" their fathers stern voice broke their Mexican stand off as he returned to the front room. "Neil this is Jenny she's your big sister. Your other sister is called Lisa but she is currently at college" Michael advised Neil placing a hand on his bare shoulder and pushing the boy so that he was face to face with the 14 year old snooty girl. "Hullo Jenny" Neil thrust his hand out to his sister.
Ignoring the hand she instead spoke to her father
"Dad where is this boy going to sleep you know the new box room still isn't decorated. I hope I'm not going to have to share with him, I already have to share with the sprogling. Why can't I have my own room like Lisa?" she wheedled her hope of having the new room for herself cruelly dashed by this boys arrival.
"Shussh Jenny or you'll spend the rest of the evening in your room" Michael warned his surly middle daughter, who wisely if reluctantly quietened down.
Neil sat on a leather chair avoiding the eyes of the two girls who sat opposite on the settee alternating their attention between the new boy and the TV. Ringggg the front door bell rang out and Michael looked up from the paper he was reading and picking his walet up stood and opened the door calling out to his wife that the takeaway had arived.
Neil watched open eyed and mouth watering as his father carried the huge pizza and bottle of pepsi cola through into the kitchen. In the Orphanage he would never have seen such a site. Used to institution food which was porridge or some form of boiled cabbage soup, highly nutritious but also unfortunately lacking somewhat in edibility. Seeing the two girls leap up and scurry into the kitchen after their father he stood and followed them. He entered the kitchen and saw his sisters already seated around a large pine table plates and cutlery out which their mother must have been setting up when the others were in the front room.
"Here Neil you can sit here".
At his mothers voice Neil went over to the wooden chair his mother indicated that sat between his father and mothers chair. Sitting down he only flinched a little as the cold wood radiated a chill into his bare groin. A minor discomfort he could easily ignore as he watched his father begin to cut the pizza into 4 large slices. Neil watched avidly as his father first laid a steaming slice on Jenny's plate and then Katie's, slapping her little hand gently as he told her to wait for the rest of the family, the third slice he deposited on his wife's plate as she was busying herself behind Neil near the cooker, Joey watched in bitter disappointment as ignoring Neil's plate his father dropped the last slice on his own plate. Sensing Neil's eyes his father held up a small pocket sized grey book that Neil noted had his old Orphanage's name printed along the top. "I'm sorry Neil but the new parents guidebook won't let us give you pizza" Michael explained, "you see your little belly is not used to such rich foods after your previous institutional diet. but not to worry we have bought plenty of porridge and soup sachets from the Orphanage. What we'll do is change your diet slowly until you can eat with the rest of us, until then ... here we go". Neil felt his mother reach past him and deposit a huge bowl of greyish porridge substitute in front of him. Neil recognised it instantly as the same food he had always eaten. He didn't mind the gruel, in fact it tasted of nothing in truth, and had always eaten it without complaint at the Orphanage. However his fellow orphans weren't tucking in to pizza when he done so.
Despite the disappointment in his eyes he politely thanked his new parents for the food, anxious not to give them cause to send him back. At least he thought his mother had given him a bowl 3 times the size of his usual portion.
As the meal Neil swallowed his porridge as he the rest of his new family chatted about inconsequential things. Only half way through his huge bowl of porridge he laid his spoon down his belly full.
His mother having finished her slice of pizza saw this and tutted. "Now now Neil your going to have to better than that, we're going to have to feed you up a bit. Here let me help you" She picked up the spoon and gently slapping Neil's protesting hands picked up a splodge of the porridge and lifted it to the boy's mouth. "Here comes the aeroplane, Vooommmmmmm, here comes the aeroplane there we go" she 'flew' the spoon into the mortified mouth of Neil and dropped the porridge in his mouth and watched him chew and swallow the bland food.
Despite his protestations Victoria continued to feed him like a baby until the last scrapings of porridge were scooped into his mouth. His belly now extended fully from his otherwise slight frame. His mother stood him up and chuckled as she bid her son join the others in the front room with a pat on his bottom and watched him waddle away.
Uhhhhhhhh a rumbling sound caused the entire family to stare at the boy whose bodily emanations caused him to turn red in embarrassment. He mumbled an apology as his digestion worked overtime with the huge meal it was coping with.
"Ewwwwwww" Jenny sitting next to the suffering boy on the settee held her nose and pulled away from the boy. "He just let one off, Ugghhhh" Jenny exclaimed in disgust at Neil's bodies eruptions".
Victoria stood up and walked over sitting next to her new son. Running her hand over his distended belly she slowly shook her head, "My fault I must have given you too much. Never mind we'll soon having you eat the same crap the others insist on eating" she mock nagged her two daughters who rolled their eyes, knowing their mother was the last one to turn her nose up at pizza, fries or Chinese takeaway. "Katie run upstairs and fetch me one of my belly relief tablets from the bathroom please".
Katie shared a look of pity with Jenny and raced to fetch the demanded object. Katie felt a pang of pity for her brother as she opened the cabinet and picked out a coin sized foil package containing the 'belly relief tablet'. officially it was known as a laxative suppository although Katie and her sisters referred to them less elegantly as 'bottom blasters'. Katie remembered the last time she had had one, it had felt as if her entire belly had dropped out of her bum bum. Holding the tablet carefully she ran downstairs wondering what would happen to the boy given the amount of that horrid gruel he had eaten at supper. 
As Katie entered the living room she saw that Neil was already in position. His bottom was sprayed wide as it lay between his mothers knees. His legs either side of his mothers torso and his arms on the floor supporting his weight. Passing the tablet to her mother she retreated to watch the show.
Neil's arms already ached as he strove to support his weight in this awkward position. An instant later he felt his mothers hands rub his two pale butt cheeks then separate them slightly exposing his puckered bum hole to the world and his new adopted families gaze.
Neil heard a faint metallic ripping sound and then fluttering to the side of him he saw a thin foil strip which had fallen from his mothers hand, he stared at the foil as he admired the reflecting light that played over it.
"OK Neil I want to relax for me I need to give you some medicine to make your tummy feel better".
Neil considered these words for a moment. If she's going to give me a tablet than why am I down here, I can't swallow anything like this.
Ohhhh, a moment later everything was made clear as he felt a pressure on his anus as his mother slowly twisted and pushed the large suppository back and forth at the entrance to his bottom.
Unused to anything or anyone touching him there he attempted to scoot forward. The strong hand of his mother grasped his thigh and held the slight boy still. Victoria had performed this service on all her children and was well aware of the natural reaction of a child to the insertion of such a large suppository. However she conceded she could not hold Neil still and administer the tablet at the same time. "Jenny, Katie give me a hand dears, each of you grab a leg".
Katie leaped forward eagerly at the chance to help, aware that normally it was her being held done for insertion of a 'bottom blaster'.
When she was certain that her two helpers had secured their brother she attempted to insert the suppository. Neil held tightly still managed to squirm enough to prevent her aim, the slick tablet sliding off its target three times before Victoria decided to take matters into her own hand. Delivering two brisk slaps to her sons bottom causing their alabaster whiteness to redden with a shade of pink she reached under Neil's held body with her free hand and clenched the boys penis and balls in her hand, and squeezed.
Neil immediately stopped squirming when a deep aching pain gripped his groin a faint wave of nausea passing him.
Seizing the opportunity Victoria squared the suppository up and pushed. With a groan and a tiny flumph from the Neil the egg shaped torpedo pushed past the boys sphincter and for a moment lay held between the boys muscles until with a thumb she pressed it deep into his bowels.
Waving the girls off she released her tight grip on Neil's by now aching balls and pulling to his feet began rubbing his distended belly with one hand and cupped his bottom with the other. "Now Neil you must learn to take your medicine better than that. Next time I want go so easy on you, I won't abide a disobedient boy. Do you understand?"
"Yes Ma'am"
"No dear you will call me Mummy O.K."
"Yes Mummy"
Hearing the words from her son Victoria almost cried and hugged the boy before releasing him. "Girls if either of you need to powder your noses for the next hour I suggest you go now" she instructed the two girls, "you know what those things do to you".
Neil watched as both girls disappeared to 'powder their noses' Neil felt a spasm across his belly a soft oophh escaping his lips. A second more painful contraction ripped across his bowels this time causing his to try to double up, only the strong hands of his mother stopping him. "Oh dear it seems that the suppository is having quite an immediate effect on him Mike" Victoria shot over her shoulder to Michael. Nodding he stood and strode over and picked the small boy up and carried him bodily up the stairs towards the bathroom.
"Daddieee...." Jenny squealed in teenaged shock as she sat on the toilet carefully patting her girl parts dry with a square of toilet paper. "Oh don't make such a fuss I've seen and wiped everything you have got down there before" he replied, although he did notice that his 14 year old daughter now sported a fair amount of black hairs across her puffy lower lips. "Now hurry up your brother here is about to explode, literally".
Jenny stood and quickly pulled her knickers and pants up aware that despite what her father said he had not seen her naked since she was 12 when it was considered inappropriate for a girl to be naked in front of her father.
As Neil was plonked down on the now evacuated toilet he felt as if his tummy was on fire. Looking up he saw his mother enter the bathroom now crowded with his two parents and older sister crowding in the relatively small room. Despite his audience he was not overly self conscious. The Regime Orphanage used communal toilets and he was used to relieving himself in the company of half a dozen other boys. He was also used to being watched by woman as many of the matrons at the Orphanage would ensure that boys did not tarry on the toilet or commit the sin of using too much toilet paper. The only thing that so far prevented him from going was the presence of Jenny. While Jenny was 4 years older she was more or less his age. Neil had had little experience with girls due to the fact he had been in an all boy institution for as long as he could remember. 
A strong contraction returned his attention from the teenage girl back to his bowels. Despite his trying he felt his bottom spasm and he felt his entire belly empty.
Jenny blanched and run from the room, while she had experienced the dreaded 'bottom blasters' on several occasions it was a far cry from watching it happen to another. Her mother laughed at the white faced girl and opening a cabinet under the sink extracted a well used enema kit. Her husband put his arm around the straining boy and comforted him his other hand began massaging the boys belly. Michael marvelled as he helped sooth the boy as he watched the boys belly literally deflate as it contents emptied.
Neil panted as finally he felt completely drained he made to stand. His fathers hand held him down and Neil looked up at him questioningly. "Wait for it" Michael replied a smile on his face.
Half way through the sentence Neil realised why his father restrained him as a second wave began.
Michael satisfied that Neil was not going to risk going anywhere soon turned to his wife who was preparing the boys enema. "I think we should use the soothing recipe for once. A cleansing enema may be to much for him". Victoria without turning held up an empty pouch of the soothing enema package she had already emptied into the rubber container. "Great minds think alike love" she replied "After all I will be starting his home schooling tomorrow and given the new equipment we purchased he will need to be tip top down there. "Mike would you mind finishing up in here and I'll settle the girls down for the night and get our bed ready".
Neil felt the strong hands of his new father lift him to the feet, flush the cistern and taking a moist toilette clean him up. "Now Neil you need to go wee wee now" Michael turned the boy and took hold of the boys small penis and pointed it towards the porcelain bowl.
Neil was mortified as he felt this man's hand hold his pricklet and despite not normally suffering from a shy bladder was unable to release his full bladder. Tutting under his breath his father pressed a hand down firmly on the boys bladder. Then with a rolling motion began palpitating the boys full bladder. Neil stood no chance at first a small spurt of wee came out and then with a gush he finally relieved himself. With a final shake Michael let his sons willy flop loose and took a square of toilet tissue and with a firm hand stopped Neil as he made to escape. "No son boys, especially ones with a cute little foreskin like yours, should always wipe after going" he explained as he dabbed his sons penis dry. "Now over here" Michael took Neil by the arm and knelt the boy down over the edge of the bath bottom pointing up.
Neil yelped as he felt his fathers thick finger begin to smear some sort of gel on his somewhat sore anus. Neil relaxed as he felt the burn in his sphincter ease at his fathers soft caress and despite his embarrassing position he began to relax for the first time since coming to this house.
"Hi Dad" a deep but feminine voice broke Neil's comfort. Whipping his head Neil saw a later teenage woman dressed in a pale green nurses smock enter the room. She possessed a large pair of breasts which despite the fact she was slightly overweight still appeared huge to the naive boys pre-teen eyes.
"You must be Neil. Hello I'm your big sister Lisa" she smiled and her face lit up. She knelt down by the boy and rubbed his back and kissed the boy on his cheek. "Well you seem a bit busy at the moment but we can catch up tomorrow sweety. Good night dad." Lisa stood and kissed her father good night and gently patted her brothers bare bottom and walked out.
Neil was smitten, Lisa was the first young woman he had ever seen up close. the Matrons at the institute picked for age and maturity rather than their looks. His mother was well his mother and Jenny and Katie were simply girls, but Lisa was a woman. His bum still tingled where she had touched it and he felt his penis harden as he remembered the touch. Michael smiled as he noticed his sons reaction to his big sister but he understood how boys reacted, especially young boys. I should warn him about not reacting like that in front of his mother she is less likely to be as understanding. However he conceded knowing boys there was no point telling him to control himself around girls, most boys most times had little say in what their penis's did. 
"Neil keep still while I give you this soothing enema. After you've releaved yourself you can go to bed.
Neil's eyes flew open wide and his penis deflated as he felt his father insert several inches of the enema nozzle deep in to his bowels and let loose its oily contents.
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"Neil you room isn't quite ready yet" His father advised the boy as they entered his parents bedroom. Bloody contractors his father added under his breath. "So for the next week or so you'll be sleeping here with us. it would not be appropriate for you to sleep in the same room as your sisters and here we can keep an eye on you and help you settle in. Now go and get in bed" Michael swatted his nude sons backside and watched the boy skittle off and dive into the big king size bed.
Neil lay in the soft bed luxuriating at the feel of a soft mattress and warn duvet, luxuries unheard of at the Orphanage. He watched as he saw his father disrobe his breath catching in his mouth as he saw his father naked. His father was the first man he had seen nude. Of course he had seen dozens if not hundreds of boys naked but they all looked the same hairless with tiny parts. His father on the other hand could not look more different. Neil looked in amazement at the thick coarse black hair the covered his fathers chest and stomach and then carried on down making his groin appear like a dark forest. His fathers penis appeared huge to his young eyes although in truth it was only average, at least it dwarfed the small thing between his legs thought Neil. 
Oh my God... Neil gulped as he saw his mother enter the room clad only in a sheer bathrobe then nonchalantly removing the robe and throwing it over a chair. His mother now stood naked and walked to her husband and kissed him. Neil watched his mother awestruck. Her breasts were medium sized and had began to lose the fight with gravity. Her womanly parts covered by a brown bush of pubic hair. Curiously Neil noted a large scar that marred his mothers perfection, a legacy from a caesarian performed at Katie's birth. An operation that later denied Victoria the opportunity to have the son she so desired naturally.
Neil lay still as he watched his two parents approach the bed conscious at the stiff erection his naked mothers body had created. Neil lay still as he felt the heat from his parents nude figures as they slid into the bed next too him trapping him between the two adults.
Neil had had a long day and the soft bed and warmth from the two adults soon lulled Neil to sleep. Neil awoke at the noise of a small grunt and the touch of a leg slipping over his warm body. Half asleep he felt the change in the shape of the bed. He struggled not to fall into the centre of the bed. To his left he saw his mother laying down and his father whose leg had caused the boy to awaken lay atop her kissing the middle aged woman's neck passionately. Michael sensing his wife tighten underneath him looked in the direction she faced. "Go back to sleep Neil you have a busy day ahead of you" he gruffly commanded before ignoring the boy entered his wife with a deep thrust.
Neil lay still as he heard and felt his two adopted parents make love next to him. The sounds of liquad slopping, flesh slapping together and the heavy breathing conjuring forbidden images in the little boys head.
Uhhh with a grunt he heard his father cum spurting his cum deep into his wife. With a peck of her lips he rolled off her and levered himself over his son back to his side of the bed.
As he did so for a brief moment Neil felt his fathers dick brush across his lower torso leaving a slimy trail across his skin. Neil despite not being able to make it himself was aware of what cum was, having seen some of the older boys spurt drops of it at night when the patrolling staffs walks gave the boys sufficient time to jerk off without the fear of a whipping.
Neil laid silently conscious of the slimy trail hardening and drying against his skin. He waited until he heard his parents breathing soften indicating that there were asleep and surreptitiously he took hold of his small penis and slowly fondled it to its full 2 inch hardness. he pictured the face of his oldest sister Lisa's superimposed on the naked body of his mother as he stroked himself. Noting a change in the sounds in the breathing Neil looked and saw his fathers eyes boring into him. Instantly he removed his hands knowing as he did so that his father must know what he had been doing. Expecting his father to immediately throw him out of his bed for his perverted behaviour and drag him back to the orphanage he looked at his father terror writ plain on his face. Michael reached a hand forward and softly took over from where his son had stopped his large hand holding the boys dainty penis between thumb and forefinger. Neil looked at his father in astonishment as his father raised a finger to his lips in the universal sign for silence and continued his slow masturbation of the boy. Neil laid there as waves of pleasure radiated from his tiny penis. Neil and his father locked eyes as Neil felt his balls tingle and a dry cum wash over him. Michael not wishing to wake his wife after her hard day quickly kissed his son on the lips to stifle the boys gasps. Maintaining the kiss until the boy softened and recovered his wits. Hugging the boy he spooned his new son his spent penis laying on his sons bottom and slipped off to sleep with his son.
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Neil woke as a beam of sunlight crossed his eyes. Blinking he looked around and noted that both his parents were already up. Standing he first went to relieve himself before walking down the stairs to the kitchen where he heard his family talking. Peering around the door he saw his parents and all 3 of his sisters sitting around the kitchen table eating a breakfast of toast or ceral. Seeing Neil hover at the door his mother waved him over to the empty seat next to her. "Sit here dear and I'll get your breakfast ready".
Neil quickly complied as he felt his belly rumble, empty as it was from last nights trip to the toilet.
"I think these Farley's baby rusks will make a sensible step up from that horrid porridge for you Neil, they are just the right consistency but not too rich" his mother returned and placed a plastic bowl in front of her son containing two rusks and poured a liberal amount of warm milk over them. With a spoon Neil watched as his mother mashed the rusks up into a thick but sweet smelling paste. His mouth watered at the smell. He knew by the way his mother fussed that she would insist on feeding him again like a baby. These Farley's rusks I think she called them smelt wonderful compares to the normal watery porridge he got for breakfast.
"Lisa fetch his juice for you its already on the side" Victoria asked her daughter as she hooked a plastic bib over the naked chest of Neil. "Open wide and here we go".
Neil chewed the sludge that his mother fed him his eyes widening in delight at the sweet flavour. With a clunk Lisa placed a plastic beaker topped by a babies drinking lid. His mother continued to feed him only turning from her task to tell her two younger children to dress ready for school. Neil was somewhat surprised at this as he had been told that he and his sisters were to be home schooled, but perhaps he misheard he thought.
Sitting alone at the table know he slowly sipped the cold orange juice from the plastic baby beaker and contemplated how his life had changed. Until yesterday he had expected to spend the rest of his life, or until he had been conscripted into the armed forces when he turned 18, in the Orphanage. then he had been selected and adopted by a new Mummy and Daddy. But since then he had been forced to remain naked at all times, given a huge dinner, some sort of enema tablet. He had laid next to his parents as they made love and then had his father slowly wank him off. All in all this was not quite what he had expected, and he was not sure whether it was a move for the better.
"Come on sweety time to show you the 'Bellow's schoolroom'" His mother gave a girly little giggle and ruffled her sons hair. His mother explained that she had hated the ill discipline in state schools and therefore had home schooled all her children. She accepted that discipline in schools had significantly improved since the Regime was introduced, but since she had started home schooling she might as well finish. "This is the school room. We converted your Daddy's study. In here you will be expected to behave as you would in school, Do you understand?" Neil nodded. "Good then come on you sisters should be waiting for us".
Neil followed his mother into the room. Along one wall was a huge full bookcase, along another a wall of various childish paintings indicating his new sisters general lack of artistic ability. The final side of the room was in fact a large expanse of glass that opened up onto the back garden of the house. This was not however what drew Neil's attention. The room was bare save for 4 desks. One big teachers desk sat one end by the window, while three smaller wooden old school tables sat lined up facing the larger desk. Two of the desks were occupied by his sisters. To Neil's surprise he saw that both were dressed in what must have been a school uniform. Both wore pure white old fashioned blouses with frilly collars and grey skirts that reached to there knees. Both girls sat demurely on their seats, hands folded in their laps their attention firmly to the front, the heads not even turning at the entry of their mother and brother.
"Take your seat and we will start" his mother advised as she led her son to the spare desk and then made her way to the front.
Neil pulled the chair out and felt his jaw drop. His chair an otherwise unremarkable plastic school chair had one unusual feature. Fastened to the seat of the chair there was a thick pointed and flanged butt plug.
"Mum I can't sit on that".
"Why not? Jenny did you forget to grease your brothers fidgeting restraint like I told you too" Victoria demanded of her daughter as she made her way to Neil's seat.
"No Mum I used plenty of vaseline like you told me too" Jenny defended herself.
Victoria looked at the prong and noted that indeed there was a thick greasy film coating the plug. "Well Neil what is te problem?"
Neil looked at his mother, then to the plug and once more at his mother. "Theres a huge thing there".
"I know its suppossed to be there. It's to stop you fidgeting when you should be studying. I'm going to count to ten if your not sitting down by then your going to get a spanking and then sit down on your chair anyway. One..
Two..
Three..
Neil looked at the determined glint in his mothers eye and realised that there was no escape. Resignedly he hovered his bottom over the prong and tried to lower himself down.
"Owwwww" he cried out as barely the tip of the plug opened his sphincter painfully. His mother ignored this blatant attempt to avoid sitting doen and continued her relentless count.
Five..
Six..
Once more Neil pushed down this time succedding to drive another third of the prong into his abused hole, feeling as if the prong would rip him apart.
Seven..
Eight.
With a desperate thrust Neil literally dropped onto the prong a burst of pain as the widest part of the prong seemed to catch and prevent him from sitting fully on the prong.
His mother decided to take pity on Neil given that this was his first time and with a firm push drove her son fully down the flanged head now securing her son firmly onto the seat.
"Finally all this fuss over taking a little training plug up your bottom. If you make this fuss how your manage when you graduate to a normal sized plug I don't know. I'm going to be leniant given that this is your first day Neil, but if you make such a fuss sitting down again your bottom is going to be introduced to spank spank land." With this lecture delivered Victoria returned to her desk as Neil squirmed on the butt plug which felt as if it would burst him from the inside, tears he could not restrain leaking from his eyes.
Turning to address the small class Victoria began.
"Neil let me explain how this home schooling works. While it may be based at home you will be required to behave exactly as if this were a proper school. Lessons start at 8:30 on the dot. The morning lessons continue until 12:30 when we break for 1/2 lunch. Then lessons continue until 4, after that you can go and play.
Neil had recovered somewhat from his painful seat nodded in understanding.
"Good. Then first thing we need to do is see what sort of education they managed to give you." his mother dropped a small photocopied sheaf of questions on his desk.
Despite the pangs of pain that the plug caused as he shifted uncomfortably on his seat, Neil's heart picked up he had always done well academically. Although he admitted privately being able to spell your name correctly 3 times out of 4 put you head and shoulders above most state educated pupils. Taking hold of a pencil he began the test.
It took barely 5 minutes for the faint light of hope to go out in Neil's heart. Question 12) What is the average monthly rainfall in Belize? How the hell would I know. Question 37) If relation A is a subset of relation B, what is C if C is the total of A times B? Ummmmmmm.....
"Times up lets see how you've done then son".
His mothers voice startled Neil as he turned the page 6 of the paper over not yet half way through.
"Don't worry you weren't expected to finish the entire test" Victoria reassured her son, "Stay where you are and I will makrk the test. You two carry on with your essays" she informed her daughters.
Neil watched anxiously as his mother began marking the test an occasionnal tut tut issuing from her mouth. Victoria massaged her temples and looked up at her son
"Just what have they been teaching you at school up until now. You only got 29%".
"Hee hee your going to get punished" Katie exclaimed delight at her new brothers discomfort plain. "No he isn't Katie, and did I say to stop writing".
"But Mum I got punished when I got 70% last week" this from Jenny who felt incensed that her brother was gaining preferential treatment. "Jenny that was because you got 80% on the same test the week before." her mother explained the testiness in her voice preventing Jenny from continuing her complaint. "In this house Neil we don't punish mistakes, we punish not trying" she gave a reassuring little smile at Neil who smiled weakly back.
"Katie fetch your workbook you completed last year. I think that's about the right level for your brother".
Katie stood up and ran to a cupboard and took out a green book and skipping over handed it to her brother. "You're stupid boy. Can only cope with a 6 years old's work" Katie stuck her tongue out at Neil, who blushed at the insult.
"Katie Melanie Bellows"
Katie stopped instantly her mothers angry voice and use of her 'dreaded' middle name meant she was in trouble.
"I will not have you tease your older brother like that. it is not his fault he has not had the opportunities you have enjoyed. Come here".
Katie whined but complied knowing that her mother was going to punish her and desperate not to make matters worse.
"Katie you need to be punished for your bratty behaviour" Katie's mother berate the 8 year old who looked at her feet with a hang dog expression.
Neil watched avidly he knew what being 'punished' meant at the Regime Orphanage. It meant a severe bare bottom whipping, a fate he had only experienced once, and that had left him bedridden for days. Neil watched as his mother raised her hand and then handed her daughter two sheets of thin ruled A4 paper. "You will right out a hundred times 'I must not tease my brother just because he is a little uneducated.' in your best handwriting, and you are not allowed to go out and play until you have done so."
Neil looked on astonished at his mothers amazing leniancy, and feeling that this home may bot be so bad after all. "Oh Mum" Katie whined but crept back to her desk at her mothers firm stare.
Neil sat silently as he worked through his younger sisters book brow furrowing over some particularly hard sum. His bottom somewhat used to the plug up it still ached occasionally to remind him of its presence. With relief he lowered his pencil as his mother called time for lunch. He watched Neil and Jenny raise and head for the door and rose to join them. 
"Owwwwww...." his sore anus distended wide but failed to loose its grip. Neils knees collapsed beneath him as his bottom reminded him that he was firmly stuck to the chair. Landing hard the butt plug bruised his tender insides causing him to yelp once more.
His mother so that he was unable to raise and beckoning her two daughters helped her son extract himself from the chair. Neil blushed red as he felt his older sister Jenny take firm hold of his right thigh and his mother the left and heave him bodily upwards. The chair rose from the floor the plug stronger than gravity until Katie pulled down on the seat with all her strength and with an audible pop the plug plopped out of his red bottom.
Neil quickly ate the hot soup and crusty bread roll that he and his sisters were given for lunch, shifting occasionally upon the cool kitchen chair his aching anus still slightly open from its extended violation.
All too soon the 1/2 hour lunch came to an end and Neil trooped behind his family back into the room until he stood face to face with the dreaded chair. With a restraining hand his mother stopped Neil as he made to sit upon the plug. Neil looked askance until he saw his mother take a pot of vaseline and reapply a coating to the plug and then with a nod bid her son sit and turn to the others.
"Children this afternoon we will be studying ancient history, Jenny you were to have prepared a report please read it out".
Neil perched above the plug the tip just resting on his sore anus. With a grimace he decided to end his torment quickly and dropped down. the plug swiftly stretching his hole once more. though to Neil's relief the fact that his hole was still loose from this morning restricted the pain to a dull ache. Settling down he turned his attention to his sister.
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Neil lay in bed reflecting on his first full day as a Bellow's boy. His bottom was sore and a quick feel soon reassured him that despite his fear his hole was intact and had, much to his surprise, returned to its normal size.
Neil quickly withdrew his fingers as his parents walked into the bedroom and proceeded to lay down. For a few minutes Neil laid still as he heard his mothers breathing turn to a slight snore. Shifting his weight Neil pressed his buttocks back into the hairy groin of his father hoping that his father would repeat his fondling of the night before. Neil breathed in as he felt his fathers large arm reach around but to his chagrin instead hug the boy into his fathers body so they spooned together, and with a snuffling sound he felt his fathers body relax into sleep. For a moment Neil considered taking matters into his own hands his small pricklet aching, but sensing that his parents may wake satisfied himself by wiggling his bottom more firmly into his fathers thick bush closed his eyes and fell to sleep.
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"What?" Neil's surprised voice echoed around the small school room confusion clear in his voice. The giggles of his two sisters forming a background to his cry. "I said this morning I will explain the facts of life to you. In understand your opportunites in an all boy Orpahange would naturally limit you in this." Victoria explained to Neil over breakfast on Saturday. Her statement causing a bout of giggles from Katie and Jenny. So we will be undertaking some practical sex education lessons" his mother reiterated. "Mum can I watch, pleeaasseee" Jenny begged.
"Oooh, ooh me too Mum" Lisa piped up her eyes twinkling at the embarassment plain in both her mother and her new brother.
"No Jenny and Lisa act your age, you're not helping you know? Neil after breakfast go to the study and wait for me there. Everyone can clear out, OK" Victoria sweapt her gaze across the line of her daughters faces.
Neil entered the study and closed the door behind him and turning let out a gaze at the sight in front of him. Propped up by the desk was a life size manniquin of a naked woman. Walking over Neil immediately gave the figure a gentle push and felt the rubber like skin give way slightly. Neil stood back noting the 'O' shaped hole in the 'woman's' face, the fake cones meant to resemble breasts, and, here is breath caught, what looked like a slit in between the dolls legs. He remembered back to when he had seen his mother naked and wondered whether she had one of these holes underneath the hair that covered her down there. Reaching out again he traced the line with a finger.
"I see you made Diane's acquaintance..."
Neil nearly had a heart attack as his mothers voice echoed from behind him. "Sorry I did'nt mean too...." Neil trailed off as he realised he had been caught redhanded fingering the goods so to speak.
Laughing Victoria ruffled her sons hair.
"Don't worry son, exploring her is the reason why I got your Dad to buy 'Diane'. As a young boy soon to be a man. you need to know how a womans body works. Clearly it would be inappropriate to expect your sisters you help so I brought in a little help.

Victoria thought back to the night before as she and her husband discussed this very matter when the children had been put down for the night. To her surprise it was Michael who raised the subject of Neil's sex education as he had left the girls totally in her hands. He had been idly flicking through the 'Regime' advice manual and had read the section on the required 'sexual development' of Regime children, and how it would now be considered child neglect not to assist children in developing these life skills. 
Michael leant back and considered the matter. he and his wife had decided to closet their daughters from the vagaries of the world. Keeping then away from public schools and the hooligan children who attended such places. Only reluctantly did they even allow their children out to play in the afternoon aware that they needed some social skills, but even then the girls were kept on a short leash. Until now both he and his wife had felt they had done there best for their children. Then a few years ago the Regime came into existence and it advocated the exact opposite. Enforced nudity for all children but particularly boys. Compulsory sexual technique training and strict discipline. The last two at least were anathema to him. He had no sexual attraction to his daughters and neither he nor his wife had laid a hand on them in anger, relying instead on groundings, line writing and such like.
However he had began to change his mind. It all began when he and Victoria attended the Regime training classes which was required of all prospective parents. The tutors had explained and demonstrated the benefits of the Regime, and the statistics of the drop in youth crime could not be gainsaid. The final clincher had come when a parent brought a young child in to talk about his experiences. What was that boys name? Tom Copper... something like that. In any case the boy although shy had stood naked in front of 15 pairs of parents and explained how the Regime had improved his life. So convincing was the boy that despite his initial reservations Michael had began to be won over.
"Dear aren't you due to start Jenny's sex education soon?"
Victoria listened to other husband as he explained what the book suggested about the training of Neil and how Neil may be taken off of them if they failed to meet 'all' his developmental needs. Vistoria had always found it embarassing to speak to her daughters about sex, let alone a boy. She thought back to when she had sat her eldest daughter to talk about the birds and the bees, and had no great desire to go through such excruciating embarassment again.
Still that would be nothing compared to what Michael suggested she needed to do with Neil. She was minded to flatly refuse until Michael pointed out that she would lose Neil if she failed to raise him 'Regime', and there was the risk that Social Services may start interfering with how they raised their daughters. I have no choice she conceded and with a grimace accepted the Regime book that her husband proffered to her, and turned to the 'sex instruction' section and began to read.
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"Well Neil lets start with the basics shall we" Victoria walked to where the doll lay and softly taking the hand of Neil began to point out the various differences between boys and girls.
"Right then question time. Lets see if you were paying attention. Where can a man insert his penis?".
Neil blushing red pointed to the dolls vagina.
"And?"
Neil swallowed and pointed to the dolls mouth and then with a gulp turned the doll around and pointed to the anus of the doll.
"Good boy and which of those holes risks pregnancy?" Victoria asked.
"The vagina, but also to a much smaller level the woman's botty" Neil stuttered.
"Correct, but the word is anus not botty. Please use the right terms in class. Now what areas of a womans body would you need to pay attention to to give her pleasure....Oh you've returned. Did you bring it?" This last question was directed at Lisa who had silently entered the room and was watching Neil as he began touching the doll's conical breasts and legs. the giggle she gave out as Neil run his hand over the latex dolls bottom as he looked at his mother questioningly gave her presence away.
"Yes Mum. I picked it up from the pharmacy on my way back from college" Lisa handed over a small plastic bag from which her mother took out a small bottle and peered at the small writing on its label.
Seemingly satisfied Victoria looked up and noted that Lisa still hovered by the door.
"Thanks dear you can go now."
"I just wondered could I stay to observe" Lisa asked in a rush, and seeing her mothers expression hurried on, "I am training to be a nurse and this would be a very useful training for me." Victoria knew her eldest child had cornered her. She had desperately wanted no one to be present for he sons introductory sex lessons, her embarassment acute enough. But her daughter was right, and Vicoria could not justify refusing Lisa's request. With a resigned nod Victoria acquiesed to her daughter, who smiled turned and closed the door behind her, trning the lock shut with a click. 
Taking a deep breath Victoria flipped open the lid of the bottle she held and looked at her son as he stood next to the rubber doll, his hand still resting on its bottom.
"Neil. You have spent your entire life in an all boys orphanage. Well you see, when we were allowed to adopt you we had to promise to ensure that your Regime developmental training was brought up to speed...so to speak" Victoria came to a halt as Neil stared at her not understanding. "She means you need to know about sex and girls, brother" Lisa piped up from where she stood.
"Oh I see" understanding dawned in Neil's eyes, "but that's why your showing me the 'thingies' using this doll" Neil replied.
"Well yes, but the Regime is not just concerned about modesty, or discipline. It's also about training the young up to be good husbands and wives. And one thing you need to know as a husband is how to be a good lover".
Neil looked at his mother his confusion returned.
"Mum means you need to know more than just where things are and where they go, but also how to do it" Lisa explained, "Mum and Dad think you should get some practice on 'Diane' here to learn how". Lisa grinned like a Cheshire cat at the look of horror that crossed the nude boys feature as he looked back and forth between the rubber doll and his mother who red faced tried to appear determined.
With a surprising quickness Neil darted forward past his mother and run past Lisa towards the door. Yanking the door Neil remembered too late the door was late. His sisters heavy hand grabbing him by the shoulder and dragged him back to his mother.
"I don't want to fuck that doll. That's sick" declared Neil as he stood in front of his mother.
With a firm hand Victoria grabbed her new son and raising one leg up draped him over her knee and began spanking the boys pale cheeks.
"Naughty ... SLAP ... boy .....SLAP" A moderate slap punctuating each word, "If you don't reach a basic level of Regime training within 4 weeks when the Social Workers come around to assess your placement, then you could be taken off me" to Neil's surprise his mother burst into tears and lifting him up hugged Neil tightly.
Neil too started crying, not at the spanking which he barely felt, but at the raw emotion and longing in his mothers voice. "I'm sorry Mum I didn't I know. I'm sorry. Please stop crying" Neil began hiccuping as he pled with his Mum.
Wiping her eyes Victoria looked her son in the eyes with a smile. "Good boy. Promise you'll do what your told from now on?".
As Neil nodded his mother took her handkerchief out to dry her eyes and watched as Lisa took over.
Neil watched licking his lips as the plump 17 year old girl who he know called sister opened the bottle she had purchased and slowly squeezed a thick glob of jelly on her upturned palm.
"Now Neil this is KY jelly" she explained "it is used to lubricate a womans parts if she is not moist enough down there. Since Diane is a doll we need to use this. If it was a real girl you could help her self lubricate by foreplay and cunnilingus...don't worry about what that is for the moment you'll learn about that soon enough".
Neil stood stock still as the teenage girl leant forward and taking the shaft of his penis began softly massaging the jelly on it.
"oooh you are a kean one aren't you" Lisa teased the boy as his small penis immediately hardened to almost 3 inches in length.
Neil cringed in embarassment knowing that he wouls soon have to make out with the ugly rubber doll, but the fact that a seventeen year old girl was giving him his first heterosexual handjob prevented him from resisting.
Lisa satisfied at her job wiped her hands and with her mothers help lifted Neil onto the table with the doll.
Neil lay there facing the doll unsure what he was expected to do. As he looked back to ask his mother what to do next he saw her hand give his two pale buttocks a push causing him to fall forward and bounce on top of the doll who gave what sounded like an indignant squeak as the doll squealed on the smooth table top.
Neil flinched slightly as he felt his mothers cool hand rest on his buttocks preventing him from raising up from where he lay between the dolls legs.
Uhhhh a soft groan escaped from his lips as he felt his mothers other hand reach through his bare legs and take hold of his slick penis between a thumb and forefinger. "You see sweety what you need to do is insert you pee pee into the girls vagina like this" Victoria guided her sons small penis into the dolls hole and with a firm push on his buttocks forced the boy to penetrate his full length into the latex sheath. "How does that feel?"
"Uh funny I suppose" Neil answered his mothers question, "Like something is gripping my penis tightly" he explained further. "good now what you need to do is move it back and firth, like this" Neil yelped as he felt his mothers finger push into his still sensitive anus and curl around inside of his.
Using her bowling ball grip of her sons bottom she pulled his body and penis out of the doll until only the tip remained embedded and then pushed down causing Neil to groan out as he felt the dolls fake vagina grip and slide over the length of his shaft.
"Up and down, Up and down" with each sentence Victoria lifted her sons hips as she instructed her son on the importance of good rhythm for pleasuring a girl.

Victoria smiled as she felt her sons anus start to pulsate and constrict around her finger, Neil's breathing sped up a few moments later Neil convulsed gently and collapsed on the doll post orgasm.
Removing her finger with a sticky plop Victoria rubbed her sons sweating back affectionately, whilst Lisa looked on with wide eyes at the sight of her new brother cumming while making love to a rubber sex doll.
"But remember just because you've had your fun doesn't mean you should stop. You need to learn that sex is about sharing pleasure not just having it" she warned her son and with a firm slap to his bottom bid him to continue fucking the doll. His prepubescent penis hardening quickly as Neil began to thrust once more to avoid any more spanks from his mother.
Victoria watched as her sons pale cheeks bounced up and down and smiled wistfully at the sight. If only my mother in law had taken the time to train Michael a bit better in all this and who knows. Victoria grinned at the thought of her husbands prim mother teaching her son how to make love. It's a pity she didn't she conceded as she thought on Michael's habit of pawing her for a couple of minutes at most and then rolling off her as soon as unloaded in her. If it wasn't for the 3 daughters she had gotton from her then she could have well done without her husbands attentions at all. 
"I'm cumming mummy"
Neil's exclamation broke into Victoria's dark thoughts.
"Well done. Take a few minutes rest and then see if you can go for round 3" she encouraged, "Dry cummers like you can go half a dozen times if they try".
"What's a dry-cummer mother?" Lisa asked.
Victoria looked at her naive daughter and wondered whether her decision to protect her daughter from the world was the right decision. "A dry cummer dear is a boy who does not as yet produce sperm or ejaculatory fluid when they cum. Neil here is still a little young yet.".
"Ooohhhh" Lisa blushed and looked away from her mothers amused stare.
Lisa looked back at her mother when she heard her name.
"Yes?"
"I think Neil here has had enough time to get his breath back. Help get his little manhood hard again. We'll let Neil practice once more today and then call it a day, don't want to wear his pee pee out do we".
Neil hid his face as his mother teased him, but he felt his sore penis react as his sisters finger trailed his two balls. Deciding to try to get this over with he began thrusting his sore penis into the doll and replaced the ugly face of the doll with his oldest sisters face and continued his training.





The Little Orphan Boy Chapter 2
By Lee Davey
leedavey_1@lycos.com
copyright 2009 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 2 - A boy's night in.
"I'll be fine dear. Just go and enjoy the film, you'll be late" Michael kissed his wife and the daughters goodbye as he watched hem leave.
Good grief, even when they don't have to worry about make up, or clothes for that matter, you still wouldn't believe it could take teen girls so long to get ready to go out.
Rolling his eyes he closed the door and walked into the front room. The TV was on showing the football game that had persuaded him to treat his daughters to a trip to the cinema this night. Upon the settee facing the television sat a cross legged Neil. A bowl of popcorn in one hand and a large fizzy drink in the other.
"Budge up sport" he commanded as he sat heavily down next to his son.
Neil smiled and moved along carefully picking up some loose popcorn from between his naked thighs.
Relaxing Michael opened a tin of beer and poured it into a glass, carefully positioned on a coaster, Michael having been well trained by his wife, knowing the consequences of leaving a ring mark.
God this game is dull. Lets have another beer. Just my luck finally have a boys night in and this is the load of tripe I sit through.
Normally a fanatic sports fan even he grew bored, looking to one side he looked at Neil who appeared enthralled by the match. Perhaps this is a rare chance for him to relax away from the busy hands of his mother and sisters Michael conceded, if he could find such a turgid match interesting.
"Neil son, come here" Michael pulled his son over and hung an arm around the boy.
For a few moments they simply carried on watching the match in companionable silence until, somewhat to Michael's relief, and Neil's disappointment the match went into half time.
"Here Neil go fetch me another drink please".
Michael watched as Neil jumped up and went to the kitchen. Silently admiring the cute hairless bubble butt the boy had, almost hypnotised as it bunched and relaxed with the boys gait.
Michael felt his cock shift and harden as Neil returned, a can of beer in one hand, that was not what Michael was looking at. Neil's small penis poking out from the slight chubbiness of the pubic mound it sprouted from. His small testicles not yet fully distended were held tightly into the boys body.
With a shy smile Michael handed the can to his new father and sat down next to him.
Opening the can Michael looked at Neil.
"Well Neil, settling in well?"
"Yes dad".
"And your mother?"
"She's great Dad" another shy smile crossed the 10 year old's face.
"And your sisters?"
"There OK I guess".
Michael could not help himself and laughed at the boys less enthusiastic reply this time.
"Don't worry son, I know what you mean" Michael leant in and whispered confidentially in his sons ear, "All those girls, my life was hell until you cam along to even the numbers up somewhat".
Neil broke into a broad smile at this causing an ache to break into Michaels heart, an ache to rival the one building in his groin.
Michael shifted uncomfortably as his penis filled. He and his wife had not been /intimate' for some weeks. His wife constantly complained about being tired, having headaches, or simply to busy with the children, particularly now that she had to spend so much time training Neil up.
A thought crossed his slightly alcohol muddled head. He knew he was attracted to his son. He was not gay, he loved his wife, and his three daughters were proof otherwise. However the innocence and charms of the boy were unmistakable. And did not the Regime say that an adult does not have sex with a child, they train them, and that was a good moral and socially responsible act wasn't it.


"Here Neil come sit here on my lap boy, and we can watch the rest of the match together."
Michael helped Neil up and positioned the boy so his bare buttocks pressed against his groin his two legs outside Michaels.
"Michael ever had beer before?"
"No dad. The Orphanage would never provide it, and I never had pocket money, so even if I could find a shop to sell it to me I couldn't".
"Well since we're alone have a sip of mine" Michael proffered the can to the boy who took a sip before wrinkling his nose in disgust at the taste.
"Just Remember this is our little secret. If your mother ever found out both our lives would be hell".
Neil giggled and promised.
Taking the can from the boy and setting it down. Michael gently placed his hands on his sons bony hips.
"And how is your Regime training going. Still using the doll or have you progressed to your sisters yet?"
Neil blushed but replied keeping his face away from his father and fixed on the TV.
"Well I still only have sex with the doll. Mum says I'm still to awkward for a real girl" a prickle of pride now crept into his voice "But Mum has let me practice oral sex on Katie several times and herself once.
She says that it is more important for a boy to know hoe to give pleasure this way, than simply to stick his think in, and that she should know" Neil's tone indicated that he did not fully understand this point.

"Did she" was all Michael said understanding his wife's comment all to well; he silently added under his breath, cheeky bitch complaining about me not going down on her, maybe she should reciprocate once in a while.
"What about your anal training?"
"Anal training? Oh you mean those prongs in my chair" a grimace crossed Neil's face. Those butt plugs being the bane of his education.
"OK I guess, but it hurts so when their up their" he whined.
"Hurts. It shouldn't hurt. Well at least not if its done properly" Michael examined the doubtful look on the young boys face.
The pressure in his groin and his lack of conjugal rights made up his mind.
"Neil up you get. Go get some lube from the bathroom and get back here, Chop, chop" Michael hurried his son up with a moderate slap to one of his bottom cheeks.
Quickly disrobing he gave out a sign of relief as his penis sprang up from its confines already fully grown to its 6 inch size. Admiring himself for a moment he noticed movement out of the corner he saw Neil hovering on the doorstop, a pot of lube in one hand, looking at his now naked father, and more particularly at his father's erect penis, huge to the boys eyes, and huge certainly in comparison to the small pee pee that he possessed. 
"Come here Michael. As your father I need to show you that anal sex is something pleasurable, and the ultimate expression of love between boy and man.
You see son a boys anus...his botty hole" he elaborated for the child's benefit, "Is very sensitive. Now a butt plug or strap on can be too hard and impersonal to use properly on a boys bottom".
Taking Neil he led the boy over and bent him over the end of the coach, the boys peach bottom now the perfect height for him.
"Now your mother does her best, but she lacks certain necessary things" his fingers tickled Neil's little package to illustrate his point, "That a man has."
Michael began applying lube up and down the boys bottom cleft, his finger dipping into the boys anus occasionally to smear the lube into the boys anal tunnel. Knowing that he particularly wanted the boy to enjoy this he went over the top with the lube literally packing the boys poop chute with the lubricant.
"Now Michael I'm going to insert my penis into you. Don't worry it's not much larger than your seats butt plug. But it will feel hotter and has more give in it. If it hurts tell me OK".
Neil nodded and relaxed his bottom as much as possible remembering the pain that tensing had caused when his mother had buggered him with a vibrator just yesterday.
"Ahhhhhhh" He felt his sphincter open wide a searing flash of pain ripped through him as his father's penis tried to push into his tight hole.
Michael grunted and pushed his penis hard at the sopping wet hole. He felt the boys small sphincter muscles give slightly, but despite his attempts the head of his penis simply could not fit.
Withdrawing he thrusted forward harder, the head of his penis bouncing off the rubbery wall of the boys sphincter.
Neil could not help but cry, tears flowing from his eyes. He had tried to open his bottom hole wide, as he had learned to do when sitting on his peg. But despite his best efforts he could not open his hole wide enough to accommodate his dads penis. His father had underestimated the thickness of his cock.
Michal's penis was in truth only average, but Michael had made an error of judgement. His average penis was a fair bit wider than the pegs that Neil's mother had been training him up with.
Neil felt a deep burn build and despite his deep wish to please his dad he could not help himself but scream out in pain.
Michael stopped at his sons tears and cries and looked down. He knew then that he had pushed his son to far to soon. He loved his son and indeed wanted no more than express that love physically in the closest way possible between father and son. But more than that he wanted his son to enjoy it, he wanted to make love to his boy not fuck him.
He pulled the few millimetres of his cock that he had managed to insert from the boys now painfully red and sore anus.
He leaned forward and hugged his sons body as he sobbed.
"Shush, don't cry, I'm sorry sport. It's too soon obviously for this to work, but don't worry sport give it a year or too, then maybe we can again".
Neil looked back at his red faced father and nodded bravely, he was scared when it was clear that his father wanted to do him up his bum, but he would have done anything to please his new dad. He would have managed a little discomfort but this was just to painful, he could feel his hole was just to small no matter how much he would have tried to take his father.
Michael smiled and leaning down kissed Neil's tear stained cheek.
"Don't worry son there is still plenty of fun we can have until you're ready for a good rooting".
Michael had lost the desire to bugger his son now his sons pained expression had hurt him too, but his penis and balls ached with the need to cum.
He waited until Neil relaxed, and was once more in control of himself. Then slowly he began to slide his hard cock back and forth between Neil's velvety smooth buttocks, not into his sons hole just up and down the pink crevice in an obscene bum wank.
Neil squirmed at the feel of his father's penis as it rode his crevice. The base of his father's large penis grazing his still slightly sore anus on each upward stroke.
Michael knew that his sons bottom was so hot and smooth, and the slickness that the lube provided causing his cock to glide back and forth that he would not last long.
Neil gripped the sofa with both hands. His bottom was still slightly sore from his father's attentions. Yet he said nothing, the closeness he felt to his father at this moment was worth any amount of discomfort. In fact sometimes it actually felt quite nice when his dad hit that certain spot, his own penis had not hardened but a warm tingle was spreading through Neil's groin anyway. 
Fuck not much longer...Michael knew his limits. Pushing his penis hard up the full length of his sons crevice and allowed the cum to spurt up and over the 10 years old back. The string of cum reached, for Michael, an amazing length of 12 inches.
Michael stood panting gently rubbing Neil's bum idly as he watched his string of cum gently slide down his sons spine to pool in the dip of his lower spine.
For a minute neither of them moved despite the slightly icky sensation his father's cum caused on Neil's back.
Neil felt his father hands shift, one gently parted his cheeks while the other scooped the rapidly cooling cum off his back.
Michael squealed in surprise as he felt his father's sum lubed finger touch the entrance to his sore and painful bum hole. The squeal slowly turned to a low groan of satisfaction as his father gently massaged his cum into his boys bum. The soft liquid soothing the boys abused anus, taking away the pain that his penis had previously caused. 
Finishing scooping his cum and applying it on and in Neil's bottom Michael stood back and admired the taut buttocks of his son who still lay over the back of the sofa. Helping his son to stand Michael idly kicked his clothes to one side and sat down exhausted on the sofa, and pulled Neil back over into his lap.
Hugging the boy close his kissed the boy softly on the cheek. He was surprised when Neil fiercely hugged him back "I love you Dad".
"I love you too son. You're a good boy - usually. Oh look the match is about to restart, that's what I call timing son, here's your popcorn."
"Dad. I'm sorry. I know you wanted to you know do me, you up my..." Neil's apology trailed off in embarrassment.
"Shush I Of course I want to make love with you. It's every father's duty, but I'm responsible for your development and I have to be careful not to push you too far to soon. But don't worry you're a growing boy" he moved his hand and gently fondled his sons small penis affectionately, "There will be plenty of time after all you will be training with me under the Regime for at least the next 10 years sweetie". 
For a minute Neil sat on his father's lap warm in his father's strong arms, shifting occasionally at the feel of the cooling sperm that now leaked from his bottom as it ticked his bottom and thighs.
"Daddy"
"Yes Neil".
"It's OK I won't tell mummy about what we tried to do" he promised as he looked his dad in the yes with a loving look.
"Don't be silly son. Tell your mum, she'll be almost as proud of your performance tonight as I am. Remember there is nothing to be ashamed of expressing love with your parents of your sisters."
"Oh" Neil pondered this for a moment, "In that case can we do it again?"
Michael felt his drained balls "Well not tonight son, but trust me we will, soon and often. Now quiet the match is picking up" kissing his sons head he raised the volume on the TV and settled down to enjoy the rest of the boys night in.





The Little Orphan Boy Chapter 3
By Lee Davey
leedavey_1@lycos.com
copyright 2009 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 3 - Long lost relatives.
"Don't take that tone with me".
"I'll take whatever tone I want, they are your relatives after all".
"This is a sodding airport, I just don't see why it takes you an hour to tart yourself up for an airport".
"I tarted myself up to make a good impression for your relatives Michael. Your the one saying how important it is to make a good impression to your brother and his family".
Fortunately the tannoy rang out announcing the arrival of the 2:30 from Boston, before the bubbling argument exploded.
Michael slowly counted to 10 and stalked away from his wife and towards the arrivals gate in the airport.
Scowling at her husbands retreating back she turned to the two children who stood behind her. "And you two...just don't that's all, just don't" Victoria pointed her finger at some nearby seats instructing her two youngest children to sit down.
Bloody Michael and his fucking brother. Nigel this and Nigel that, that's all I've heard for the last 3 weeks. You would have thought it was the second coming rather than his precious brother coming over from the USA for a visit. There were already 6 of us in our house and yet another 4 were going to have to be fitted in. She understood why Michael had allowed his brother to stay. They were family after all and Nigel had been offered a job interview, a position which if he secured would allow him to return to the UK permanently. Times had been tough for Nigel afte losing his well paying job. 
Serves him right the little mercenary. Nigel had left the UK back in the late 90's to take up a well paying job in the U.S. At that time the US still employed people to do things. Now though decades of debt finally bankrupted the country, it was only then they realised that by outsourcing all their jobs to the far east meant that their ability to produce wealth had also been outsourced. And when your bankrupt and no longer had any jobs times were tough indeed. Fortunately Nigel had dual citizenship, but that only meant that he had a chance at working in Europe. And times were almost as tough here as in the US. In fact the only place their were any jobs any longer was in China.
Nigel plodded down the passport control lane his wife and two children in tow. "Passports please Sir"
Nigel handed the 4 requested documents to the uniformed Immigration officer. "That's all in order Sir" he replied after quickly scanning them through the biometric checker. "and the children 12 and 13 I see, then your be needing these".
Nigel examined the two circular fabric swatches the officer handed to him, along with two official looking papers.
"Oh of course, the Regime passes. Abi, Dan here you go don't lose these" he fastened the two swatches to the shoulders of his children. "Remember without these you could end up being taken for a British child and you wouldn't want that would you".
Abi and Dan nodded silently. They had been more than a little apprehensive when their Dad had told them they were going to visit their relatives in the UK, the true purpose of the families visit had been kept from them.
Like all children in the US they had looked on in astonishment and not a little prurient interest at the goings on in the UK.
Fortunately, from their point of view, only the UK and a few other countries such as New Zealand, Denmark and Cyprus had implemented the new Children's Regime.
Although given the near 100% reduction in under age pregnancy, the massive increase in educational attainment, and equally massive reduction in youth crime, many countries were looking on with more than a passing interest. The US though had not considered such a move. A liberal government apparatus, coupled with the socially conservative populous, meant that it was, at least for the moment unthinkable to treat their precious children in such a way.
It was however becoming clear even to the most entrenched observer that relying on the youth to behave when all consequences for their actions had been removed may not be 100% effective. Youth crime in the US as in many other places had rocketed, whether this was due to simple social derterioation or as a consequence of the depression was hotly contested. 
The swatches and passes Abi and Dan wore marked them out as foreign tourists and as such they were excused the Regime. Normally a child who was wearing normal clothes would have been pulled over by the Police a dozen times a day to explain why, and woe betide the child who lacked written parental permission to wear such clothes. And even those with such permission could expect a later visit from Social Services to 're-educate' their parents as to proper Regime training for their children. Technically Nudity was only recommended, yet there were in the eyes of the Government recommendations and there were Recommendations.
The family having cleared passport control walked through the crowded terminal. All 4 sneaking shocked looks at the numbers of naked children that were dotted here and there among the bystanders. Pale flashes of natural pink and brown skin amongst the multicoloured clothes of the adults.
Abi apologised swiftly as she jostled accidentally a bypasser, due to the fact that she had been keeping her eyes firmly fixed on her feet to prevent the giggles she would have broken into at the sight of so many naked children.
"That's OK - no problem" a masculine voice replied.
Looking up Abi smiled and then blushed bright red. The boy she had jostled must have been at least 17. At least by the size of his full grown penis and thick hair. His naked genitals not covered in the slightest by the plastic see through sweat suit he wore. As the boy hastened off after his departing family, Abi stood still trying to shake the sight of the man's penis out of her head.
"What's up with you" Abi's mother had noted that her daughter had stopped trailing along after her had stopped to see what was wrong. Looking past her daughter she spotted the naked teens muscular buttocks disappear into the crush of bodies, thather daughter had been looking at. "Abigail Charity Bellows. I did not bring you up like that, come on" Tawnee Bellows took her daughter firmly by the hand and dragged the girl, protesting her innocence, after her.
"Nigel, Michael me old mucker, come here." The two brothers embraced laughing and then affectionately thumped each others shoulders, proceeding to start talking catching up on the years.
Tawnee and Victoria shared a rolling of their eyes as they more sedately greeted each other controlling themselves to a quick hug and peck on the cheeks. The two sisters in law not being that close having only seen each other once before at Tawnee and Nigel's marriage.
Ignoring the variably embarrassing behaviour as their parents greeted each other, Abi and Dan looked past at the sight of their cousins who had come to the airport to greet them. Well they assumed they were their cousins. They had never met but why else would a young naked boy and girl be standing behind their uncle and aunt, sharing their embarrassment at their parents' behaviour. 
Well near naked Dan conceded as he saw the pink sheer panties that the young girl wore and the plastic mac that did little to cover her body, not that she had anything to cover of course. Now what was her name? Oh yes Katie. According to his father Katie had the energy and destructive ability of a 250lb Linebacker. Strange she looked sweet enough. Now if that is Katie that must be Neil. He looked the boy over. His eyes widened at the sight the boy made. Katie's attire although unusual for an airport concourse was not completely unheard of. A young girl with nothing to hide in the privacy of her home, on a hot day may walk around like that. Well put like that her clothes were still somewhat unusual Dan conceded.
Neil's clothing could not possibly have an innocent explanation, regardless of where or when he was. Like his new sister he wore a plastic see through top, that did not cover his nudity but at least protected him from the elements. His lower half though. He wore what appeared to be a latex pair of shorts that hugged his bony hips closely. His in Dan's opinion, a small even for a 10 year old, penis poked through a hole in the front of the shorts causing them to bunch and push themselves forward as if asking for someone to examine them. The only protection for his little jewels a plastic clear cap. 
"Oh right" Michael realising he had not made any introductions turned to the children. "Neil - Katie these are your cousins Abi and Dan. Dan your 13 right?" a confirming nod "and Abi 12?"
"Abi answer your uncle" Tawnee her mother told her as the 12 year old girl shuffled her eyes firmly attached to her feet, the sight of her cousins penis causing her to blush uncontrollably and look away.
"Don't worry, Love" Michael affectionately ruffled the girls hair. "We'll get your luggage and get out of here. You all look like you could do with a good cup of tea, or coffee" he nodded to Tawnee" If you heathen Americans insist on drinking that stuff" a smile showed his word as nothing more than gentle teasing. "And anyway you wouldn't believe how much the parking is costing here. So come on lets get moving".
Poky thought Tawnee as her brother in law pulled up in front of the house. Would you look at that. Her critique of the Bellows house stopped as she noted a gaggle of young girls between the ages of 5 and 6 innocently playing some skipping games on the pavement. A scene that could have taken place in Boston, were it not for the fact that they were all naked or near naked. Despite the shock even Tawnee could not help but smile and the laughing innocence of the girls at play, naked or not. For a moment she thought the girls were waving at her, but realised that her niece Katie was waving apparently knowing them. A fact confirmed when Katie run off to them when the car stopped.
"Here you go" Michael announced as he dropped his brothers bags off in what had been their eldest Lisa's room. The decision to evict his daughter and move her in to the room her two other sisters shared, about as popular as he feared.
"What about the children" Tawnee asked as she scanned the room. "Abi will sleep with the girls. It will be a bit tight but they'll manage. And Dan can share with Neil. Both the boys will have to settle for sleeping bags, as Neil's bed has been moved into the girls' room for Jenny to use. But at their age they can think of it as an adventure, rather than a hardship.
Michael spotted the relief that crossed his sister in laws face at the news that at least the boys would be seperated from the girls, and decided that he may as well broach the difficult subject now rather than wait.
"About the Regime. I know you were concerned about your children. But as you know the Regime does not have to apply to visitors to the country."
"Yes I wondered about that, not that I'm criticising how you raise your children" Tawnee hurriedly added as her husband gave her a warning look. "But I don't think it would be right for Abi or Dan".
"Entirely your decision. I can't do anything about the nudity. But None of the children have anything that your two won't have seen before at the school gym if nowhere else. The other aspects of the Regime." Michael paused for a moment wondering how far to go with the conservative Tawnee. "Well we're fairly conservative ourselves. The children's training is normally conducted in the privacy of the school room. So as long as your two keep out of the school room downstairs as they have been told, they shouldn't see anything too disturbing." 
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"What the fuck are you DOING" Dan mouthed horrified as he lay in his sleeping bag desperately trying to sleep yet ironically prevented by the jet lag that he suffered.
"My exercises, what does it look like" Neil responded displeased at the tone this strange boy was taking with him stopping the slow hand job, well finger job given the size of his equipment, to answer his cousin. Who did this boy think he was Neil moaned? After all he was a guest. It was not his idea for his cousin to share a room with him. It wasn't fair. He had only just moved into his own room after eventually the builders had finished the work. Each complaint rapidly fired across Neil's brain as the two boys stared at each other.
It wasn't big little more than small utility room. But it was his, and until today he even had his own bed. And to a boy who had shared a bed with his parents for over a month such things took on importance. Yet here he was being forced to share with this boy.
Dan had done little to endear him to his cousin. Making comments as to the childlike decorations, Neil had little say in the décor, and certainly if he had he would not have chosen a 'my little pony' motif had his views been asked. Now this strange foreign boy was stopping him from doing his homework. Neil dropped his two fingers from masturbating his penis. His mother had made it quite clear that she was dissatisfied with his staying power, cumming after having sex with Katie after only 5 minutes was just not good enough apparently. To be honest Neil was pleased that it had not been Jenny, 5 minutes would have been an unattainable target with his much more developed older sister's body to work with. 
"Mum told me I must do this twice before bed. And if you keep interrupting me I'll tell my Mum on you" he replied defiantly as he restarted his training.
Dan stared in disbelief. The boy had been jerking off in front of him, bold as you like, and when he complained he was going to get in trouble, unbelievable. At least the boy was a dry cummer Dan thought, so immature, thought like a boy who had only passed that milestone some 6 months ago.
Wrapping the sleeping bag around him he rolled away trying to get some sleep, the jet lag draining him. Finally his eye lids dropped...
"I'm cummingg".
"Oh for fucks sake" Dan swore wrapping the pillow tightly around his ears as his cousin pausing only for a minute started wanking away once more anxious to please his mother in the mornings Regime class.
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"You're kidding" Jenny asked her mouth open in surprise.
A giggle issued from Katie who sat on the far bed of the room the 4 girls now shared. "Even I'm not and I'm only 8".
"Well I am and I'm proud of the fact" Abi replied stiffly annoyed at the response her earlier statement had found from her cousins.
"Proud of what" the three girls turned at the new voice. Katie squealing leapt up and ran over to hug her big sister. Lisa extricating herself from her younger sister repeated her question as she began to remove her trainee nurse uniform tiredness clear in her voice.
"Abi here is still a virgin... at her age!!!" the disbelief clear in Jenny's tone.
Lisa looked the 12 year old American girl over. A pity she thought those American boys don't know what there missing. Abi was two years younger than Jenny but was fairly attractive, small budding breasts and a pretty smile.
"You should remember Jen that the US children don't have the benefit of being Regime trained." Lisa explained.
Lisa did not feel like adding that she too had been considered too old to start the Regime. In fact her conservative parents had withdrawn her from school when it had become compulsory and started home schooling. She wondered how both Katie and Jenny would react if they knew that there older sister was also a virgin?
"What about blow jobs or hand jobs" Katie asked. She had only just leant how to do these. Since her brother Neil was around her mother had thought it safe for Katie to practice these techniques. While Jenny was big enough to handle her fathers fully grown penis, both her mother and father thought Katie still to small to risk it. Neil's however was no threat to anyone.
"No of course not, don't be so disgusting" Abi responded her disgust evident; she could not stand the boys in her class, and did not think of them in that way, that's for certain.
"Well then Abi. Trust me when I say the next couple of weeks may be something of an eye opener for you dear" Lisa advised. "Now everyone get in bed I'm shattered and I have another shift at the hospital tomorrow."






The Little Orphan Boy Chapter 4
By Lee Davey
leedavey_1@lycos.com
copyright 2009 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 4 - An American tale or should that be tail?
Dan grunted in annoyance as he heard the strident tones of his mother call for him to get ready.
It had taken a couple of nights to overcome the jet lag he had suffered from. A problem not helped by his room mates constant moans and grunts as he whacked himself off. Good grief if he kept the pace of self abuse up that Neil had he would have had to have a pain numbing injection to get the swelling down.
"DDDANNNNNNNN............."
Hold on, hold on he grumbled silently as he walked down the hallway, his mothers voice still echoing through the house.
Its not as if London is going to disappear in the next 5 minutes.
Dan was not looking forward to the family outing to London. He knew his Dad had some important meeting to go to, a meeting that was kept a closely guarded secret from him and Abi for some reason.
With his father going off that meant unfortunately that he would end up being palmed off with his mother and sister all day.
A whole day traipsing around museums, shops and art galleries with those two and there surprised that I'm not rushing.
He paused for a moment outside a door. The 'door' to be precise. When he had been given the tour of his uncles house he had been shown the door to his cousins 'classroom', and was given explicit orders to not go in there by his mother. She did not explain why, but given what he had heard about the Regime he could guess.
And it was these guesses almost caused him as much difficulty getting to sleep at night as his cousins nocturnal fumblings did.
He knew little about the Regime, well apart from the excellent chance it gave him to have a good look at some naked girls when at the airport, his classmates back in Boston has pressed him to take his cellphone and to take some pictures of any cute nude girls. However when his mother had heard this plan, probably from his sneak of a sister, he had been warned he would be paddled. It was probably a hollow threat his parents were not big on physical punishment and he had not been so much as spanked for 4 years. 
Looking again at the door Dan conceded that what little he had heard about the Regime both frightened and excited him in equal measure. What then lay behind that door...
He had a muffled cry followed by a thump. Creeping closer he noted that the small frosted window in the top of the door, normally closed, had been opened and stood ajar.
Using his two hands he levered himself up and peeked through the crack.
Sweet Mercy. Directly in front of him he lay his 8 year old cousin Katie. Or he assumed it was Katie. Her face and body hidden by the sweaty thrusting body of his male cousin Neil. Only her thin legs wrapped around the back of a boy holding that body as it thrusted into her small frame indicated Katie's presence.
Dan felt his penis harden immediately as he watched Dan bang away into his pre teen sister with abandon.
He knew that children in the UK were schooled in sex, unlike the US were in most states sex education had been all been banned for the last decade, when a right wing Government had thought a back to basics education system would help the failing education system. It hadn't.
Now he realised he was not in the US, and in the last 5 seconds he had learnt more about sex than he would in 5 years of school back home. It was the sounds that surprised him most, the squelching, moans and little grunts. Like most boys his age he had snuck looks on the Internet at naked girls, but here everything seemed more real more personal.
He watched Neil continue to slowly make love to his sister, his small penis pushing into to Katie's equally small hole. From behind he could see that Neil was struggling, his small cock kept slipping out when he pulled his buttocks out, were it not for the fact that their mother patiently kept reinserting it for him, then Neil's attempt at fucking his sister may have ended in failed embarrassment. 
His aunt Victoria watched intently, and helped occasionally, this rape of her daughter. Dan watched open mouthed as his aunt acted as if nothing in all the world could be more right, than to watch her son bounce away on his younger sister.


Dan was sure that had his mother found him screwing his sister, not that he would have touched the squirt with a 6ft pole, she would not have stood there and encouraged him, oh no she would have screamed the house down and sent him and his sister to therapy for the rest of their lives.
As surprising as it sounds Neil spared little attention to Neil's bottom as it pumped up and down on his little sisters cunny. Neil was looking in the corner, where for more interesting things were occurring.
Jenny. Sweet Jenny. He had lusted after his 14 year old cousin since first seeing her. He was disappointed when it became clear that Jenny was unlike her younger siblings rarely required to be fully naked, even though the half dressed teen was enough to cause him several embarrassing erections already.
She was fully naked now though.
She stood in the corner where she was squatting down. Her bare legs stood wide over a small table. Upon the table sat a small penis shaped dildo on the bottom of which several weights had been attached.
Awestruck he watched Jenny grunt and lower herself down. The trembling of her thighs testament to the effort this took. For a moment her surprisingly still hairless cunny, plucked clean by her mother weekly though Dan did not know this, touched the tip of the dildo. Then slowly his cousin sank her tight hole splitting and swallowing the plastic shaft and then, with a grimace Jenny tightened her pelvic muscles and straining her thighs once more raised the weighted dildo up into a standing position, using only the tightness of her young pussy muscles to prevent the weighted dildo from slipping out. 
Dan reached down and cupped his swollen penis wishing that it was he that lay beneath his cousin and not that cold heartless dildo, or at least he had remembered to bring his camera phone with him today.
Jenny held the dildo up for a a few painful heartbeats until she lowered herself once more dropping the dildo onto the table before beginning the erotic weightlifting exercise once more.
"Well, Well, Well what do we have here then" Dan's heart sank, as did his penis within his pants and the sound of his uncles deep voice whispering into his ear.
So intent on watching his cousin impale herself he had not heard his uncles approach, who in an effort to get his house guests out of the house had volunteered to fetch his nephew.
His uncle now stood directly behind him, Dan caught hand on cock, peeking through the forbidden door was in big trouble he knew.
Before he could leap down from the door and protest his innocence his uncles hand held him firmly pressed against the door panel by his buttocks.
Leaning over his red faced nephew Michael looked through the cracked window.
Snorting Michael reached around and casually unzipped Dan's pants and inserted his hand fondling the boys 4 inch penis through the thin cotton of his boxer shorts, causing the tumescent shaft to respond.
"It seems my perverted nephew from across the pond is playing with himself when admiring my sons naked bottom" he accused the erect penis indisputable evidence.
"No, no nothing like that".
"Oh I see, it's an 8 year old girl who's doing it for you then?"
"No, No" Dan stammered his heart beating fast at the thought that imminently his uncle would march him to his mother waiting for him by the car and declare his perversions for all to hear.
Smiling Michael looked to where Dan had been concentrating and watched his middle daughter lift and strain the weighted device with just her pussy muscles.
"Oh I see. You were just whacking off while watching my 14 year old daughter do her muscle training exercises then. So no problem there then?" Michael accused.
Dan did not answer. To embarrassed at being caught, and more so by the fact that his uncles fondling had caused his penis to continue throbbing.
Forcing the boy to look once more at his daughter Michael continued his hand job. With a quick move he moved his hand that had been holding the boy still by his bottom and slipped it underneath the squirming boys pants his middle finger exploring the boys dark butt crevice.
"Don't worry Dan. I understand a young boy like you forced to restrain yourself, surrounded by a house of naked girls. It must be terrible a young buck like you, seeing, hearing and yes smelling all this sex" Michael sniffed, Dan to realised that he could smell something. He could not concentrate on his nose at the moment as a squeeze from his uncles large hand caused Dan to moan as he edged closer to a hand raped orgasm.
"Oh did you see that, Jenny almost let the dildo slip out of her that time. She may have a tight cunt, and trust me I know" Michael nibbled the straining Dan's ear', "but can you imagine how slippery it must be by now? All that impaling and lifting, the plastic shaft stretching her. Her juices coating her insides and the shaft, can you imagine". 
At this last obscene whispered comment Dan shuddered to a climax spewing his teen seed over the insides of his boxers in a series of thick gooey spurts.
Michael did not say a word as Dan shuddered under his hands. In truth he did feel sorry for the boy. It was one thing to be a sex obsessed teen boy in a country full of sex obsessed but ultimately unfulfilled boys. But here all the other boys where having fun all day, while he was not.
For a moment he massaged the boys boxers feeling the boys cum moisten and stain the boxers. Luxuriating in the smell and feel of the teens cum, slightly disappointed that his son Neil was still just a dry cummer, he reluctantly let his nephews penis go and removed his hand from his crevice, pausing only for a moment to force the musky finger under the shaking boys nose so he could smell his own scent.
"No Dan I won't tell your mother this time. It would only ruin your families day out.
But if I catch you peeking again I will have no choice. Is that clear?"
Dan nodded hurriedly feeling the afterglow of his release still pulsing in his soiled groin. Although he also felt slightly used he also felt releaved in both senses of that word that his puritanical mother would not hear of his actions.
"Right come on then everyone's waiting by the car for you" Michael ignored his nephews pleas to be allowed to change his soiled underwear, taking the 13 year old by the hand he walked him directly to the front door, ignoring the boys awkward gait as his wet cum stained boxers irritated his flesh.
"There you are. Get in the car we're already running late".
Dan run at the sound of his irritated father's voice to the car and slipped into the back seat next to where his sister already sat buckled in ready for the trip to London.
He took a look back and flushed as he watched his uncle stare back at him, a laconic look on his face.
"What is that smell Dan" Abi's nose wrinkled at the unfamiliar musky earthy scent that clinged to her brother.
"Nothing. There's no smell, Shut up sis" Dan blustered his own nose recognising the smell of drying cum that soaked his boxers and now seeped a small patch onto the outside of his pants.
"Both of you quit it" their mother snapped back from the front seat as the car started up and began to roll. Her nose wrinkling she too smelt something, a familiar scent that she could not quite place.
"Dan have you been showering properly. Good Lord boy, if you can't wash yourself properly at your age I give up. Do you want me to have bathing you again boy like I did when you was younger." she snapped blaming the smell on the normal odours of unwashed young men.
Abi giggled at her brothers discomfort, and cracked the passenger window a little to gain some fresh air ignoring the dark looks her brother was giving her.





The Little Orphan Boy Chapter 5
By Lee Davey
leedavey_1@lycos.com
copyright 2009 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 5
"Go on, do it."
"Why me?"
"Well duhh, no one else here has anywhere to hide it have we. Look all you need to do is slip it into your jacket packet while one of us distracts the shopkeeper. Easy."
Abi chewed her lip unsure whether to steal the MP6 player. It was a nice player it was true, and with only the one shopkeeper present if one of her new friends run interference then it shouldn't be difficult to get away with it.
Abi looked at her two new friends. Mary and Charlene were introduced to her by her cousin Jenny. Abi was grateful for her cousin's introduction given the miserable week she had had so far. None of the other local children wanted anything to do with her. Her foreign accent, strange beliefs, and most of all her ability to remain fully clothed at all time, meant that no one particularly wanted to talk to her.
The fact that Jenny was equally anxious to offload her younger cousin on children her own age, so that she could go off with her friends was also a factor although Abi was blissfully unaware of that fact.
Looking at the two girls she realized they're right of course, I'm the only one who could pull it off. Both the girls were clothed in skin tight body suits. The suits kept them warm in the mild weather, while leaving no doubt as to the budding maturity of Mary's body, and the obvious bony immaturity of Charlene's. Abi could tell In fact the suits they wore were so tight neither of them could have hid a stolen credit card let alone a music player.
Nodding in agreement she felt a thrill go through at the delicious naughtiness of the plan.
Watching as Mary and Charlene went to the store keeper to engage him in conversation. She waited when it was clear that the pair of girls was keeping their end of the bargain she nonchalantly went over to the display. Taking a look to either side she quickly lifted the player and tucked it into her inner jacket pocket and walked slowly to the door. 
"Hey you". The store keeper looked Mary slowly up and down his disapproval of her tone not to mention her attitude clear on his Asian countenance. Mmm it's that trollop and her friend from down the road. Quite a pretty girl pity about that star trek reject suit she's wearing. Mr Khan thought about his own daughter now 15 and how pretty she looked in the see through diaphanous sari that the ethnic division of the Regime Institute had developed. So much prettier than these store bought clothes that most parents stuck to when dressing their children nowadays. "Yes Miss can I help" the politeness of the professional shop keeper coming to the fore.
"No not really".
Mary shrank a little at the look the shop owner gave her at her cheeky reply, and quickly continued.
"What I mean is that I can help you. The young girl over there in the corner. Can't miss her she's the only girl under 18 dressed in the whole town. No don't look. Well you see she was boasting that she was going to shoplift some gear from your stupid store".
Mr Khan reached under his counter and quickly pressed the camera record button activating the security system that was installed throughout the shop.
"Why are you helping?" he demanded suspiciously. He had long suspected that these two had stolen from him before but had yet unfortunately failed to catch them.
"It's our civic duty" Charlene replied piously.
I doubt that he thought, but frankly I don't care. He stole a look at the 'thief' her tense mannerisms now simply shouting shoplifter. Anger crossed his eyes, all these people coming in and taking from me. My insurance premiums going through the roof. Look the girl can't yet even be a teenager and is still allowed to dress like an adult. I blame the parents, a naked child is an obedient child, he repeated one of the mantras the adverts promoting the Regime spouted continuously on TV. 
"Miss stay where you are"
Abi jumped guiltily at the voice of the shop keeper.
"Why, I'm just browsing"
"Don't give me that" taking her rudely by the arm he dragged the girl back to the counter as he called for his wife and son who sat out in the back to come out.
"Mary, Charlene tell him I've done nothing wrong" Abi begged her two friends.
"Sorry do I know you" Charlene replied.
Mary leant over and whispered into Abi's ear as she was dragged past, "Coming over here and lording it over us you little American slut. Looking down your nose at us just because high and mighty little Miss Apple Pie gets to wear clothes, and waving that Chastity ring saying that your proud to be a virgin. Let me tell you, there's no need to make a vow of chastity when you look as mingy as you."
Abi flinched at the anger in the girl's voice regretting now her denunciations of Mary and Charlene, when they chatted about the Regime classes they attended, discussing crudely how to make boys come, which boys were the best lay, and boasting crudely of which of their fathers was the most endowed.
The two girls laughed and jogged out the store to the benches outside to get a good view of the upcoming entertainment, congratulating themselves on a plan well laid.
Abi looked back and forth as the shop keeper and his wife spoke in a foreign language, then started crying as she watched their adult son call for the Police.
"Hey Charlene got your text, what is it?" Charlene smiled as she spotted Jenny walking along the road her little brother and her other American cousin in tow.
Jenny's annoyance was clear in her voice. As soon as she managed to offload one cousin, her parents lumped her with the other one, and her little brother, apparently her new role in the family was to be an unpaid babysitter.
"Just thought you should know that Abi is in trouble" Charlene innocently explained.
"What do you mean trouble" uncertainty crowding into her voice. She knew full well that while her parents did not believe in spanking their girls usually, but if her cousin, for whom she had somehow obtained responsibility got in trouble, all bets were off, and she would likely need a bottom transplant in the near future.
"Oh no" the groaning Jenny noted the Police car that was now parked outside the shop, her cousin now inside flanked by the two hulking police officers clearly indicating the nature of the trouble.
Tell me she can't have been so stupid, doesn't she know just how monumentally stupid it is to commit a crime as a child in England. This isn't the US, there won't be any due process, and she sure as hell won't get away with a small fine and a slap on the wrist.
Jenny hurried into the shop. To one side she saw one of the police officers looking into a store monitor, before looking over his shoulder at her cousin and speaking into his radio.
"Move along Miss".
"It's OK I'm her cousin, what's going on?" Jenny asked the remaining police officer who guarded the snivelling Abi.
"Well it seems your cousin was caught shop lifting red handed, open and shut case, all on camera."
Turning to her cousin Jenny gently rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Did you do it?"
"Snifff...snifff...yes, but they told me to" Abi pointed at the two laughing girls who sat outside the store watching.
"You fuc.." jenny quickly remembered the presence of the officer and changed her words, "you idiot do you know what the punishment is for theft?"
"A warning" Abi hopefully answered.
A braying laugh from the police officer indicated that this was probably unlikely.
"No, more like a year in a Regime Detention centre. And trust me the last place a 12 year old American virgin wants to go is a Detention Centre". Jenny shuddered, if only half the stories of sexual and physical torture were true than the innocent little prepubescent girl in front of her would be physically and mentally broken after a week of beatings and loveless fuckings that went on in such places, there was certainly no way the prudish 12 year old would survive a year.
"Please Jen, do something" Dan who seeing how distressed his sister was gave an unusually for the siblings, supportive plea to his older cousin.
"What do you think I can do. Look she was caught nicking expensive goods on camera. She's screwed big time". Calming down Jenny turned to the crying Abi, "I'll let your parents know what's going on, don't give me that look, you'll going to need all the support you can get. Word of advice don't resist and do whatever you're told. The Police in the UK don't take any shit from uppity children. Your best bet is to behave, or trust me you won't know what hit you, or more accurately what hits you again and again".
Abi flinched at the warning her cousin gave. The seriousness of her situation hitting home.

"Unbelievable. How could you be so stupid. Stealing, did I bring you up to be a thief, no I did not".
Abi simply hung her head as her mother constantly berated her. The pair waited outside the court room awaiting for the Regime Judge to decide on her punishment, To one side her father stormed up and down, unable to look at her Abi realised miserably. Turning at the sound of the door opening the 3 walked slowly back into the room as the Judge's clerk beckoned them in. 
It was only yesterday when Abi had found herself arrested for theft. When she was taken into the police Station she was horrified to learn that as a child in the UK she had no rights. No right to remain silent, no right to a lawyer, and no right to due process.
Despite her weak protests that she was allowed to remain clothed she was quickly stripped searched, told in no uncertain times that child thieves lose all rights. Standing naked in the custody suite a number of other adult suspects being processed watching on. The police officers briskly searching every orifice, with little account taken of her dry bottom or still virginal vagina. A thick finger with only the merest suggestion of lubrication forcefully pushed up both hole, no account taken of her pained cries.
"Would you look at this. That's something you don't see every day" the police officer who had just shoved a finger up her woman's place, displayed to the entire room the blood streaked digit. Her virginal blood taken by this foreign policeman in public, and not on her wedding night as she had dreamt. The laughing of the officers and fellow suspects causing her to burst once more into tears, a thin trickle of blood now seeping down one bare thigh. 
Abi was unsure whether to be relieved or annoyed that neither of the male officers had otherwise taken the slightest notice of her 12 year old budding body, when they stripped or fingered her, instead discussing the latest sports results as if her body was of no interest to them.
Then still naked she was quickly finger printed, photographed and advised by the custody sergeant that she would be up in front of the Regime Judge at 9.00 the next morning. Abi's head spinned it had only been 15 minutes since entering the police station, and tomorrow she was going to be in court!
"Where are my parents, I want a lawyer" Abi demanded for at least the 6th time after she had collected her wits.
"Are you deaf as well as a thief? This is not the US. Child thieves don't get lawyers, the Regime Judge is there to represent your interests as well as determine your punishment, so you have no need of a lawyer. You'll see your parents tomorrow morning at the Court, if your lucky, if not tough. Not shut up" the custody sergeant ordered the girl irritated at her shrill tone.
She spent a night in the juvenile cells naked trying to cover herself as much as possible with the small threadbare blanket she had been given. In the corner she saw a dirty toilet and shuddered at the mere thought of being here long enough to have to use it.
Squirming on the firm plinth that doubled as the cells bed she quietly sobbed and tried to ignore the cat calls, obscene remarks and sounds of vomiting coming from the other prisoners, a collection of drunks and petty thieves, coming from the adjacent cells. She thanked God for the small mercy that the Regime detention rooms were kept apart from the adult prisoners.
Woken Abi stirred and yelped in horror at the weathered face of the custody sergeant who dropped a plate of cold porridge and colder tea, what passed for an inmate's breakfast at this police station, on the hard bed next to her before walking off advising her to eat quickly as she was due in court in half hour.
To Abi's delight, and surprise, she discovered the clothes that had been taken from her had been returned and lay in the corner. Ignoring the congealing breakfast Abi scampered over and sobbing in relief clothed herself.
To Abi's relief the local magistrate's court was connected to the police station by a tunnel, the brief walk through it relatively private. Passing by the large court rooms Abi was surprised when instead she was taken to a small innocuous door. Abi walked into the small room, she had to double check with the escorting police officer that this was indeed the Juvenile court. The room was dominated by a round table. Taking the seat the officer pointed to, Abi nervously bit her nails as she awaited her fate. 
"Abi...." Tawnee burst into the room and hugged her daughter in a bear hug.
"Mom" for a moment the two women simply hugged.
"Well what do you have to say for yourself".
Abi stiffened at the stern voice of her father who had followed his wife into the room.
"I'm sorry Dad".
"Don't give me that, I went straight around to the shop yesterday when I heard, determined that my little girl is no thief. Yet what do you think I saw when the shopkeeper showed me the store video. WELL WHAT DO YOU THINK I SAW???"
"That's quite enough thank you".
Nigel stopped berating his daughter at the deep female voice that interrupted him. The voice carried an air of authority that stopped even the anger of Nigel cold.
Abi watched the old lady enter sedately and sit down leafing through some case papers. Abi realised immediately that she was the Regime Judge. Not by her clothes, she wore simple street clothes, and not by her looks, if anything she looked more like a kindly grandmother. There was though a clear hint of steel in her visage. A visage that expected, no demanded, respect. 
"Well then today we have the case of the Crown v. Abigail Bellows, on a charge of theft contrary to the Theft Act 1956 as amended".
Abi held her mothers hand, who returned a reassuring squeeze.
"Well Abigail did you do it".
Abi blinked at the blunt question from the judge. She knew however that due to the trickery of her supposed friends, her guilt was plain. The video tape was evidence to convict anyone regardless of whether they had a lawyer or not.
"Yes Ma'am. I'm sorry. It was my friends, I know I shouldn't have, but I'm..." Abi blurted her admission in a blur before stumbling to a halt as the Regime Judge looked on dispassionately.
"I see peer pressure an all too familiar tale, and one I'm afraid carries little weight with me".
Abi quailed once more at the hardness in the tone, so different to the kindly countenance issuing it.
"You're an American I see" The Judge looked at the papers in front of her.
Nigel was aware of the unpopularity of the US in many parts of the world, following misadventures overseas and decades of living on debt had caused the great bankruptcy of 2015, a national US default. A default on national bonds and such like that crippled not just the economy of the US but also those of Europe and the rest of the world, interlinked as they were with the US. 
The West blamed the US for the fact that due to the collapse of the economy under a mountain of debt, the baton of the world's one superpower had moved, from the often difficult but usually benign hands of the US to the more testing hands of China.
The UK though was one of the few places where anti-Americanism was at least muted. He would not have dared take his family to France, Central Europe, let alone the Middle or Far East, unless they pretended to be Canadian in any case.
"Yes Judge but she has dual American and British citizenship" Nigel interjected hoping that this fact would weigh in his precious daughters favour.
"Whether British or American she is a thief. Do you now what the usual punishment is for children who steal?"
Abi shook her head.
"One year in a Regime intensive education centre".
Nigel's heart sank, Abi's face drained and Tawnee stifled a moan of horror.
Nigel and Tawnee had discussed with Michael and Victoria what might happen to Abi the night before. They had to their surprise learned that the Regime was implemented by a lot of families in a much harsher way then the Bellows did. Regular beatings, humiliation and sexual.... activities, were expected if not commonplace. And as Michael warned, juvenile detention centres were there to 're-educate' delinquent children, not bring them up with love as their parents would. Such places broke children. They would leave even the hardest child both physically and mentally scarred, and let's face it, they advised, Abi was not by any means ready for such a fate. 
The Judge was despite her appearance a kindly woman. In fact she never had any intention of imposing such a punishment for a first offence on Abi. This child had not even gone through the Regime as delivered by a loving parent, sending her to a Regime institution would not be a punishment, it would be a death sentence.
"However, I am prepared to be lenient. You are a visitor to this country, and I do not believe it is in the taxpayers' interests to pay to incarcerate you for a year, just so that we can deport you at the end of it.
"However nor can I ignore the fact that you stole from a hard working small businessman. Times are tough enough, thanks to the world economic downturn as it is. I believe then you should be punished and your punishment should act as a deterrent to any other children who would be so foolish to steal while I'm the local Regime Judge".
Abi nodded still frightened at the talk of punishment, but her stomach had stopped churning when the threat of prison, where it was clear she would be beaten and raped (legally or not) on a daily basis, ended.
"Therefore Abigail Bellows you are sentenced to a public caning. You are to receive 12 strokes of the Regime punishment to be delivered upon your naked buttocks. This caning is to be administered near to the site of your crime at the public discipline block in the Mall."
Tawnee stood up half screaming "You can't be serious a caning, that's, that's barbaric".
"SIT DOWN" the judge ordered, causing Tawnee to sit back in surprise. "One more word and I will change my mind. And take my word your daughter will have more than a little whipping during a stay in a detention centre".
Tawnee blinked in realisation that despite the horrible fate that her daughter faced, it was by far the lesser of two evils.
"Abigail you will present yourself at the store tomorrow at 8.00 a.m. for your punishment" the Judge paused. She was despite Abi and Tawnees's opinion a reasonable person, and had no desire to make Abigail suffer more than necessary.
"Abi. Listen to me".
"Yes Ma'am" Abi trembled.
"The caning will hurt, hurt a lot. However your bottom will be protected by a special fabric covering so you'll not be cut, bleed or even be permanently hurt. Pain is just pain and bruises heal in time.
"I know as an American child you will find being naked in public particularly humiliating, unused to it as you are, but then it is supposed to be. But if you take your punishment bravely all this will be over very soon. Then you can go home and get on with the rest of your life".
It took only a few minutes for the arrangements to be made. To Nigel and Tawnee's annoyance they were forced to hand over the familiy's passports to ensure that Abi would attend her punishment. Their protests soon died when they were advised that the alternative was for Abi to be kept locked up in a police cell, at their expense. 
Abi trailed behind her parents as she considered her fate. She had not been so much as spanked before, let alone caned. Yet she was brave and children throughout the ages had been caned so surely it wouldn't be that bad. What she feared most was being seen naked. It was alright for these British boys and girls they were used to it. She had not however been seen naked, even by her own parents since she was 9 and had developed a sense of modesty. Yet tomorrow her budding body would be shown to everyone, everyone who went shopping, everyone who went to the parade of shops. That was what she feared far more than a mere caning.
Tomorrow though she would learn that the Regime did not deal in 'mere' canings... not by a long shot.





The Little Orphan Boy Chapter 6
By Lee Davey
leedavey_1@lycos.com
copyright 2009 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 6
It was a silent tense ride home. Neither of her parents would look at her let alone speak to her.
The bitter disappointment that radiated from her parents made Abi sink into a deep funk.
The children sat around the dinner table exchanging looks. The atmosphere tense. The four adults at one end of the table chewed the food slowly, speaking little. Abi sitting next to her mother, equally morose. Neil looked around in despair at the table. Mealtimes in the Bellows house were normally quite enjoyable, well enjoyable ever since he was allowed to eat the same food as everyone else anyone, but today this was not a happy table.
Abi sat silently avoiding everyone's eye. Jenny too was quiet picking at her food, probably something to do with the telling off she had received for letting Abi get in trouble. Katie was to busy shovelling food in her mouth to notice anyone or anything else, as normal. While Dan for some reason had avoided the looks of all his cousins since his trip to London, mumbling whenever any of them tried to talk to him. 
It was a relief to Neil when the meal was finally over, and to his Dads surprise and his mother's suspicion he volunteered to wash up. If only to get away from his miserable family. A plan that backfired when his aunt ordered Abi to help.
For a few minutes the two cousins washed and dried in silence. The kitchen quiet save for the occasional clink of crockery.
"Neil."
Neil looked up at his name and looked at Abi.
"Neil."
"Yes".
"You've been caned before haven't you?" Abi mumbled her words faltering at the word 'cane'.
"Why" he responded defensively.
"It's ... well I asked Jenny and even Lisa but they said that they had never been caned, but you would have been" Abi explained taking the dish that Neil had handed to her.
For a moment he said nothing thinking. He had just realised the truth of what his sisters had said. He had been living here for some time and had not been really caned. Oh he got the occasional spanking but that was normally just a quick hand spanking over his mothers knee. And his sisters would only receive one of those once in a blue moon. 
"Well have you" Abi interrupted Neil's musings.
"Yes but not since I left the Orphanage, I had, we all had, canings their".
"Do they hurt?"
Do they hurt! Was she serious. Oh he could tell by her eyes and they way the 12 year old chewed her lip that she was. A pang of empathy hit Neil. Normally his female relatives were a source of trouble or at best teasing. Feeling sympathy for one was new.
"It depends"
"On what"
"Well not all canings are equal. It depends on the type of cane, how hard it's used and how many times. At the orphanage we normally got 6 on the bare, and that hurt."
"What about the caning I will get tomorrow, have you ever had one of those?"
"Of course not I've never been trouble with the police" Neil responded indignantly. Looking at the tears that sprang to his cousin's eyes he apologised immediately. "Sorry. I didn't mean that. Look come with me I can show you what will happen if you like".
"I'm not allowed in there" Abi pointed out as the pair of them reached the Bellows schoolroom door..
"It's OK no one is around, everyone else is the front room watching TV" Neil replied as he opened the door and pushed Abi through.
Abi blinked at the bright light that flooded the room when Neil turned the lights on. Despite the dire warnings her mother had given her the room appeared innocuous enough she thought as Neil moved past her and began setting up the computer that was placed in the schoolroom, ostensibly for educational purposes, although most of the time all the children did was play games on it.
Oh... Abi looked as she saw the reason why she was told not to come in the room.
Along one wall hanging on a hook was a deflated blow up sex doll, much like in another schoolroom a child's coat may hang. Beneath the doll stood a wooden block, atop it laying three dildos of differing surprise. Abi's eyes went wide as she saw the size of the largest one convinced that anything that size surely could not fit in any hole she had. Coincidentally a belief that Jenny shared with her not that it did her much good when her mother made her use it anyway. Falling back she made to sit on a chair next to a desk.
"Owwwww" a sharp prong poked her bottom causing her to yelp and shoot up. Looking down she saw that the seat had a small pole sticking up in the middle. How the hell could anyone sit down with one of those there she naively thought. Lowering one hand she touched the small prong marvelling at the total lack of give it had.
"It's ready"
Abi stopped her exploration guiltily and moved over to the PC which Neil had set up, a clip from the Regime Internet primed ready to start.
"This is a video of a punishment caning" Neil explained, "It involves a boy who was in my Orphanage. He was 15 at the time but this was a couple of years ago so I didn't really know him. The Regime judge ordered his caning to be taped and uploaded to the Internet so that it would be 'instructive' to other children" Neil explained.
Abi watched intently as the video began to play. A boy held firmly by two large uniformed men was being marched to a metal frame and was swiftly strapped down. His naked buttocks now pushed out ready for the cane.
"Apparantly he stabbed a member of the staff at the Orphanage with a fork. Don't know why. He was sentenced to 48 strokes of the Regime cane, that's the one you'll be getting tomorrow" Neil added conversationally.
Abi looked on horrified at the long whippy cane that was being swished through the air by a large powerfully built man who was preparing to deliver the strokes.
"Of course Abi you won't get it as bad as this boy did. Apparently so many children were being permanently physically scarred after such canings that the Government restricted the strength of the strokes and ordered that the child's bottom be protected by some special covering" Neil continued blissfully unaware of the draining face of his cousin.
He had seen this video before. In fact everyone in the Orphanage had been made to watch it. As the Warden had determined that it would prove a deterrent to any other disobedient orphans. And it was an effective deterrent, there was not an orphan who dared resist anything a member of staff did to them. Just in case what happened on the video happened to them. 
"Here we go" Neil advised.
Abi flinched back as she watched the officer lash the boy's bare buttocks time and time again. Within a dozen blows blood was oozing from the boy. But instead of stopping the officers simply poured a bucket of salt water, Neil gleefully told her that fact, over the wounds and carried on. It only took a few minutes, but soon every blow was delivered; the boy's bottom was a ruined mess of weals. He appeared semi conscious hanging limply as he was dragged of stage by two officers.
"Of course after events such as that caused such an outcry they changed how it works. They only give 12 at a time now and they use this membrane that goes over the skin that prevents the skin being cut in any way, so you see..." Neil turned and looked at Abi. "What's up? It's alright please stop crying" Neil looked on horrified as Abi was rocking back and forth tears pouring down her cheeks.
Knowing now that he should not have shown Abi this video he hugged her tightly stroking his cousins hair reassuringly, as she cried her face buried in his shoulder.
He knew that showing the clip to his cousin was a mistake. Not just because he truly had not meant to worry his cousin so, but also as a means of self defence. He knew that if his mother discovered how badly he had made his cousin feel, he may indeed feel the cane for the first time as a Bellows child.
For a minute he just held the 12 year old girl. He was becoming aware of the closeness of the girl as she trembled in his arms. Despite being in the Regime he had little experience of having young girls in his arms. There was Katie but in truth she had all the womanly curves of an ironing board, and an attitude only a brother could love, and then only occasionally.
Normally however his sexual training and experiences were restricted to boys (and inflatable dolls...), which while that could be fine, to Neil's mind there was just something special about the feel of a girl.
"Look Abi. Tomorrows caning will hurt. But look at me I'm smaller than you and have been caned God knows how many times. 12 with the cane with the fabric covering won't be that bad. I promise".
Abi looked up and smiled. Surprising both herself and Neil she kissed him on the lips, "Thank you" she breathed before running out of the room".
Neil stood dumbfounded. That was unexpected. His lips still tingled from the feel of his cousins kiss.
Michael walked down the hall giving Abi a sympathetic smile as she moved past him.
Why's that door open, better close it. Michael went to close the door until he noticed his son standing naked in the middle of the room. His small cute penis erect and a dreamy look on his face as he touched a hand to his lips.
"Good grief boy you're insatiable" Michael chivvied the boy misinterpreting the boys state, "We've no time for that tonight" he pushed Neil out of the schoolroom ignoring his attempts at explanations, giving him a firm slap on a wobbling cheek and telling his to get ready for bed, smiling as his son run off he closed the door somewhat disappointed that he did not have time to meet his son's obvious needs tonight. Oh well there's always tomorrow.





The Little Orphan Boy Chapter 7
By Lee Davey
leedavey_1@lycos.com
copyright 2009 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 7
Abi sat still on the bench nervously chewing her nails. Lisa sitting next to her more relaxed laid back on the seat rest and noted a man wearing a black jumper bearing the Red embossed 'R' that signified a Regime officer.
Squinting she examined the man a faint ring of recollection in her mind. It was. Lisa clapped her hands excitedly surprising Abi out of her tense retrospection with a jump.
"Mr Yorke, Mr Yorke it's me"
The Regime officer blinked at the bouncing teen who hugged him. He was in his late sixties now, an ex teacher who supplemented his small pension with a few Regime sessions extricated himself from the well built teenager with difficulty.
Straightening his glasses he looked over the young girl who appeared to know him, even if he could not quite place her face. She was certainly not the girl he had been contracted to discipline. The email booking he got from the local court last night had said he had 3 children to deal with today. Two boys and 1 girl, and that girl was 12 and this one was at least 5 years older than that. 
That must be the one I'm to deal with today the frightened look on the girl was all the clues he needed, as he looked past the older girl to the younger girl who remained seated. I'm surprised she's fully clothed, oh that's rights she's an American, poor dear, this week is not going to be an easy one.
"Mr Yorke it's me" the older girl attracted his attention once more, "It's been so long what must be 7 years Sir".
Oh that was it an ex pupil of his. Wait yes he did faintly remember the girl, there had been so many, he only faintly recalled a few of them. What was it that caused him to remember this one? That's right Lisa, yes Lisa, she had been a quiet girl, a bit of a teachers pet if he remembered. Unfortunately he only had in his class for two years before she was taken out of school. Why was that, of course the Regime, it must have been about the time that a lot of the more well to do parents removed their children from school, afraid of how the Regime would effect their little one's. A pity he though she was always a shy girl, hugging him in the entrance of the mall withstanding, she could have done with being brought out of her shell a bit. And the Regime all but guaranteed that. 
Lisa laughed excitedly as her old, and last teacher, remembered her. She had always had a little crush on him when she was younger. He was after all the only adult male she had anything to do with except her father of course, but he was just Dad so he did not count really.
Abi watched with a touch of slight annoyance while her older cousin talked and joked with the elderly man. Did she not now that this man was going to whip her, probably doesn't care Abi thought with more than a touch of self pity.
She looked to her left where two boys sat. The disapproving faces on their hovering parents faces evidence that they too were due to be punished today. Abi only briefly looked at the younger of the two. A small frail boy perhaps 6, 7 at the most. The older boy was a different matter. Unlike the younger boy he was nearly full grown at the age of 16. His bare chest spouted a few pale hairs. A thicker dusting of hairs sprouted above the small briefs that did little to cover the older boys sizeable penis. 
Seeing the young girl staring at him the boy winked and leered, laughing out loud when Abi blushed and looked away
"Abi this is Mr Yorke" Lisa made the introductions. Seeing that Abi simply stood her eyes fixed on her feet she leaned in and whispered. "Abi, a quick word of advice, it is a really, really good idea to be polite to a man who's going to be caning your bare bottom in a minute".
Abi gulped but realised the sense in her cousins words. Tried to give the man a smile, and stutter a greeting.
Putting an arm around the scared 12 year old's shoulder Mr Yorke steered her over to the bench and sat down next to her. "Hi you're Abi aren't you?" he asked brightly offering his hand, which by reflex Abi took and shook. "That's a nice name, my name is Donald. Only my ex pupils call me Sir or Mr Yorke".
Lisa giggled at this as she sat the other side of the Regime teacher.
Abi was taken aback. She was nonplussed at how things were going. This man was being, well nice. The video that Neil had shown her was nothing like this. Even when Neil explained that her punishment would be nowhere near as severe, this was not going quite how she expected. Were it not for the butterflies in her stomach that reminded her that she was here to be caned naked outside the shop from which she stole, it would almost have been pleasant to chat with this old man. 
"Well Abi I see" he held a printed A4 sheet in one hand, "that you have been a naughty girl and you've been sentenced to 12 strokes of a cane. Ohhh every day for a week ouch".
The man's attempt at weak humour not entirely appropriate to Abi's mind, still she thought it best to follow her cousins earlier advice and be nice. "Yes Sir, I got caught stealing and....I'm sorry" she trailed off her eyes catching sight of the long black bag that Mr Yorke, sorry Donald, had placed next to him. A black case that looked big enough to carry something, say cane shaped.
"Well Abi do you know what is going to happen today?" Donald reached down and opening the bag which Abi could see carried a number of items, it was however the long thin item that the man withdrew that focuses her attention.
"This is a Regime cane Mk 4**. How these punishments work is a fabric protector is placed over your bottom to prevent your skin from tearing or bleeding."
No worries then, Abi thought morosely, but kept this thought to herself. Despite the position she had found herself Abi was not a stupid girl, and she realised that being less than grateful for small mercies was not a good idea, well not a good idea before the caning anyway.
"We only deliver 4 strokes then allow you to recover for a couple of hours" Mr Yorke carried on aware that the technicalities required him to explain the procedure in full to the girl and her chaperone. "First thing we have to do is get you out of those clothes. Then I apply some special cream which also protects your bottom from harm" Mr Yorke for some reason failed to mention that the cream, while an anti-inflammatory and anti-septic cream, had the deliberate side effect of making a child's bottom extremely sensitive. Many a young boy could testify that a spanking on a creamed bottom was 10 times the torture of a spanking on a dry one.
Abi only half listened to the explanation her heart pounding when she realised the time would soon come for her to strip naked. Here in the mall, in public.
Looking around she noted that the mall was still quiet. It being only just past half eight in the morning, only a few shoppers walked past and the two sets of parents of the boys stood to one side. Abi once more thanked her lucky star that her parents had decided that they could not face watching her being beaten, and had asked for her cousin to take their place, a request that Lisa had reluctantly agreed too.
Abi knew though that it would soon fill up with shoppers. She dreaded to think what crowds there may be at lunchtime or at 5 when, if her whippings were on time, her second and third batch of strokes would be delivered.
During the rest periods between canings you will be required to stand outside the shop holding this. Mr Yorke this time extracted a small chalkboard about a foot square.
She turned the board back and forth in bemusement. "Damn, forget my head if it wasn't stuck on" Mr Yorke slapped his forehead theatrically and handed Abi a piece of chalk.
"You're required to write, in big letters mind you, 'I am a naughty little girl who has been soundly punished for being a thief'. It is considered more effective if you write it yourself." Mr Yorke explained.
Bending her head in shame Abi hastily scrawled the words as bidden and handed the board back for approval.
Tutting slightly at the poor handwriting displayed he nevertheless accepted Abi's sign as adequate.
Abi sat pensively as she watched the old man leave her and move on to talk to the two boys. Abi cast a quick sideways at the two boys that were due to be punished alongside her. Ignoring the 6 year old she again looked at the 16 year old boy. Whereas the 6 year looked terrified he lounged back an insouciant smile upon hi slips. His bravado, powered by his previous experience of such public beatings, clear on his face. Even distracted as she was Abi could see the annoyance writ on Mr Yorke's face. She wondered whether the boy was brave or stupid, well time would tell. After another look at the boys naked body she hung her head, closed her eyes and tried to pretend she was not here. 
"Wakey...Wakey". Abi looked up in surprise at Mr Yorke's voice and the sight of the two now naked boys who now stood a few feet in front of her face. A blush flushed across her face and she quickly looked away from the nudity on front of her.
"Well we would better get a move on. I've got to strip you and lotion you up for your first caning at 9.oo a.m. And we've only got 15 minutes left sweetie". Mr Yorke asked the smiling Lisa to carry his bag the 20 or so yards to the shop front where the caning would take place.
Stopping outside the door Abi could see the shop keeper who had caught her already in his shop smiling happily at the sight of Abi through the large shop window. Her attention was quickly dragged back to the Mr Yorke who briskly began unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse.
"You know what Abi, I haven't had cane a girl for, ooh must be over a year now" he talked conversationally as he stripped the pre teen. "Of course such canings are quire rare now. Girls just normally aren't stupid to commit such crimes any more unlike the boys, no offence" he smiled at his faux paus but continued on, "and those girls that are are the long term hooligans and don't normally wear normal clothes". 
Abi closed her eyes as her blouse was taken from her as Mr Yorke handed it to Lisa to take care of for the rest of the day.
"Now why are you wearing that".
Mr Yorke's amused tone was almost too much for Abi to bear. She knew that she didn't really need the training bra yet, but had worn it today as much from habit as anything else. "You don't need it you know. Not yet anyway". The two boys giggled at the insult, causing Abi to flush in embarrassment Mr Yorke's offhand assessment of Abi's fledging breasts may have been insulting, but also quite accurate.
"Most girls aren't permitted bras since the Regime was brought in" Lisa added conversationally, trying somehow to take her cousins mind of the humiliation she was going through. "Parents believe that allowing a girls breasts, and a boys bits for that matter to grow free in the fresh air is better" Lisa waved at her cousins flat chest and then onto the two boys whose genitals flapped between their bare legs.
Abi wished her cousin would shut up about it now. Her chest was freezing as her bra was casually discarded by Mr Yorke as he stripped her.
The air conditioned breeze in the mall causing her nipples to become erect and poke a good ¼ inch out. Which unfortunately for the 12 year old meant that her breasts now poked out twice their normal underdeveloped size. Anyway what does Lisa know about it Abi thought bitterly. Her cousin being blessed with a large pair of breasts, which even in the Regime would have been permitted to wear a bra, if only as a medical necessity.
Stopping Abi's hands paused at the button to her jeans. A choice of garment that Neil and her aunt had warned her against but she did not listen.
Rolling his eyes and conscious of the time Mr Yorke slapped the girls protesting hands aside. With practised hands he unhooked the button and pulled the jeans down.
Abi gave out an eeek, that the watching Lisa had to suppress a smile from, sympathetic to her cousin as she was. The eek turned to a low moan as Abi realised that her tight jeans had caused more than just themselves to lower, catching they had dragged her panties down.
Abi stood still as her traditionally hidden pussy was now only a foot from the face of the man who had so brusquely stripped her.
"That's a turn up for the books".
Abi closed her eyes tightly as she felt Mr Yorke's hand caress her mound a finger trailing idly one of the few sparse black pubic hairs she had only recently grown.
"Into puberty obviously" he commented, "The breasts must just be indicative of their final size".
Abi squirmed at the belittling of her little bee stings of breasts.
It was something of a relief when Mr Yorke took her over his knee her mound now hidden, although her bottom raised. Abi took deep breaths trying to calm herself despite her position. She noted that the number of shoppers had grown somewhat yet to her relief none seemed particularly concerned or interested at the naked girl. 
"Ooohhhh that's cold" Abi squealed as she felt a globlet of cold lotion on her bottom. "Sorry about that" Mr Yorke apologised "as his hand began to massage the special lotion*** into the squirming 12 year old's bottom.
Abi couldn't help but squirm. Not that she was particularly turned on by the old man's hand, and certainly not in the present circumstances. However the lotion was not just leaving a smear on her skin, wherever it touched it left a tingling or burning. Stifling a gasp she felt Mr Yorke open her cheeks and pour a stream of the lotion into the top of her now exposed crack. Her face grimaced as the fluid tickled her sensitive skin. "Oohhhh" Abi's eyes opened wide as the man's finger quickly dipped into her anus. Easing past her tight sphincter it smeared the insides of her anus with brisk impersonal skill.
Watching Lisa quickly turned away as she saw the finger enter her cousin a blush rising to her own face, perhaps with some form of transferred humiliation.
Finishing the application of the special lotion Mr Yorke raised the nude girl to her feet. Despite his attempt at empathetic professionalism he could not help but give a short guffaw as the girl reached back to clasp her abused cheeks a look of surprised shame still on her face.\"Owwww" Abi quickly removed her clasping hands from her bottom as even the gentle touch of her hands radiated pain throughout her bum. 
"You was warned about the Regime lotion werenn't you. It will make even the softest touch feel like torture." Lisa hissed in her cousins ear. "No don't sit down on the bench, what did I just say".
Abi hovered in pained indecision. Her hands were eager to rub her pulsing bottom, yet were busy attempting to cover her breasts and pussy. From the slowly gathering crowd. She had thought to hide her shame more easily sitting down, but realised that given the pain even her hands had caused this would be a monumentally bad mistake for her bottom.
Mr Yorke leaned back and did a final check on the display stocks. They were made of clear stiff plastic. Similar in appearance to medieval stocks. There were holes in which the child's hands and head would be locked, there were also holes in the ground in which the child's feet would be placed. The levers and pulleys on the display device enabled the punisher to twist and bend the child's body in any way he wished. Either causing the boy or girl to bend over for the caning or to stand straight up to display the respective penises or vaginas as appropriate. 
He stood and looked at his three charges. Hmmm I'll leave the older boy to last he mused, I want to take my time with him, and the girl looks like she needs a few minutes to compose herself.
Abi breathed a sigh if relief as Mr Yorke beckoned over the young boy first.
"Simon Beckon you have been sentenced to a public paddling. Do you know why Simon?" Mr Yorke asked loudly ensuring the few shoppers who were around, as well as the little boys parents could clearly hear what he said. The brown haired boy mumbled and stared fixedly at his feet. "What, speak up" Mr Yorke commanded.
"I threw my school bag at a friend, but it hit my teacher and hit her on her head" Simon managed to say before lapsing once more into silence.
Mr Yorke was surprised when he saw that a boy as young as 6 had been sent to him for punishment by the Regime Judge. Normally such misdemeanour's were dealt with by a parents sound spanking at home, or by the teachers paddle in detention.
However the boys bag had hit the teacher, quite accidentally everyone agreed, smack in the forehead requiring the woman to have several stitches.
The Regime were tremendously strict on such matters, realising that for the Regime to work, adults, all adults must be sacrosanct, and children, all children made to know their place. Children must understand that adults were their superiors, must be respected, obeyed, and never, never physically attacked. Violence, accidental, or otherwise could not be tolerated for the good of society. Indeed one of the reasons that the Regime was introduced was the level of low grade violence that permeated throughout schools. The Regime had decided that, even when young children were involved, such incidents must be harshly punished.
Mr Yorke read the Judges instructions. Fortunately for Simon the Judge had recognised that it was an accident, and that Simon was only 6. So despite having committed the most serious offence of all three children, he would get off the lightest. Of course there is a world of difference between 'getting off lightly', and 'getting off', as his bottom would soon testify. 
Mr Yorke took the now crying child by an arm and led him off to a bench where his bag lay. Sitting down he directed the boy to stand in front of him.
Opening the special lotion bottle once again he turned the boy around. Achieving the twin objectives of bringing the boys cute bubble butt in range and displaying the boys tiny cocklet to the slowly growing audience.
Mr Yorke began slowly and thoroughly massaging the lotion onto the boys bum, carefully ensuring the the dark cleft between the two cheeks was occasionally spread and its hidden depths also smeared with the sensation enhancing substance.
Simon stood stoically for the first few minutes. The man's hands feeling quite nice initially as it massaged his bum. Were it not for the fact that he was about to be paddled and his little tinkle was being displayed to the watching audience, he could almost have been at home, and the hands that caressed him belonging to his Daddy. Ahhh, soon the man's hands began to hurt. Where the man's fingers had initially tingled as they caressed down his bum hole, they now leaved trails of fire. 
The audience watched as the soon to be punished boy began to twist and moan as the lotion super-sensitised his bum. The boy began moaning harder as Mr Yorke's finger now gently penetrated his small tight hole and slowly finger fucked the boy.
Satisfied Mr Yorke pulled his finger clear with a pop and closed the bottle and selected a small ping pong paddle. For a second he paused. He always found it difficult he mused when punishing the very young. With older children it was simple a good thrashing, even a little blood was quite acceptable. However with young children brutally was not his style, mild pain and some humiliation was more than adequate.
Simon squawked in surprise as he felt a hand reach around him and lift him bodily up by his middle. Simon blushed as he heard the assembled audience, including his own parents, laugh at the sights and sounds of the small boy, held up in one arm his bum now positioned to the audience as if being presented to the audience for the assessment. 
Even Abi could not help but laugh a little despite her own intense shame at being nude in public, as Mr Yorke swung the boy first left than right to give all present a good view.
Her laughter soon died though as she watched Mr Yorke swing the paddle with a splat for the first time against the little boys behind.
Despite the fact that the blow was in fact quite soft Abi was surprised at the scream of pain that came from the boy.
It was all over quickly Mr Yorke delivered a brisk impersonal paddling, each resounding splat eliciting a howl from the squirming 6 year old. Satisfied at the howls of pain from the boy and his now bright red bottom Mr Yorke let the boy down and softly rubbed his aching arm, a smattering of applause coming from the audience who in truth knew that this was only the warm up act. Thank God, he thought, for the benefits of that lotion. A few slaps were enough to redden the boys behind and cause him a great deal of discomfort for the next few days. As it was, it was a close run thing whether his arm or the boys bottom would give out first from holding the both aloft as he paddled him. 
Picking the crying boy up from the floor he led him over to a display pedestal and locked the boy in. Simon was now bent double his red bottom poking out, his arms and writs locked in the pedestal as if in a set of stocks from the middle ages.
He examined the boys bum for a second, even pulling the boys cheeks apart for a second to admire his handiwork, an action that caused Simon to begin sobbing as even that little touch caused pain to radiate through his bum cheeks.
He trailed a finger down the child's sensitive crease bumping over the boy's anus before gently tracing a line over the boys small and drawn up ball sack. He debated with himself whether to give the boy a quick wank but after a quick look at the older boy still awaiting punishment he decided to wait.
Satisfied at what he saw he turned to look at the remaining two children to decide who was next.
The boy still stood a small sneer still on his, if somewhat more concerned, face. Abi though was white faced the shock at seeing a boy paddled bare so close to her clear to see.
Not wanting to make this any more of a trial than possible he decided to deal with Abi first. Knowing that the waiting must be terrible for her. Smiling reassuringly he walked to where the naked girl stood and with a gentle arm he hooked the arm of Abi and walked her to a pedestal next to where Simon was now strapped into.
Unresisting Abi allowed her feet, head and hands to be locked into place with a click.
As Mr Yorke adjusted the pedestal to suit a girl of Abi's size Abi felt her body being bent over almost double. Her bottom pointing up but her fixed head near her feet.
"Abigail Bellows. By order of the Regime Juvenile Court you have been ordered to be punished for your criminal act of shoplifting".
Abi said nothing as Mr Yorke declaimed the statement to the watching crowd. Well crowd was putting it strongly. Nowadays public canings, even those including girls while uncommon, were not that unusual. However there was about a dozen who had stopped to watch, not of course including the boys parents and Lisa who still watched on quietly as her cousin was prepared for a flogging.
Lisa could also see the shopkeeper watching with a grim satisfied expression, 3 roughly dressed homeless people also watched as they had nothing better to do. Apart from the crowd consisted of a few mothers with young toddlers who had paused to watch before carrying on with their shopping.
Lisa know however that the lunchtime canings were much more popular, a fact that she had kept from Abi for the girls sake..
"The Court had indicated that your bottom be caned 12 times. 4 times now, 4 times at lunch time, and 4 times at 4.00 p.m. During the breaks you will be obliged to stand in the stocks as a warning to all children that crime does not pay. Do you have anything to say before the first part of your due punishment is delivered?"
Mr Yorke waited a few seconds but Abi remained quiet, her only response a heaving sob a a tear trickling from her lowered face, pooling before dripping off the end of her nose.
Coming to the conclusion that Abi was not to avail herself of the opportunity to speak, Mr Yorke took out the cloth buttock protector and stuck it firmly to the moist buttocks of Abi.
Satisfied that the protector was firmly attached he stepped back and picked up the nasty looking cane. Tapping the blade of the cane twice on Abi's cheeks to assess the range, even these taps causing small yelps from Abi, he leaned back and with a whirring motion whipped in the first blow.
The crowd watched the blow land. It was if anything a bit of an anticlimax. There was little sound. The cane itself sliced through the air with a low buzz. The gauze like protector prevented any fleshy thwack. There were winces amongst the crowd even the early morning drunks shared a grimace. The cutting blade of the cane sliced inches deep into the flesh and muscle of the 12 year old girl. Thunking to a stop the cane widened on impact driving a thick solid weal of pain deep into the girls core.
Abi grunted her mouth open. The pain was indescribable. She had been spanked before many years ago, and once when she was 7 had a few strokes of the paddle at school. This was different, the cane had cut into her, yes cut was the right word, it had felt as if the bastard had sliced a deep wound into her buttocks with a sword not a mere cane. 
A scream bubbled up from within her as the chemically increased agony radiated throughout her. The pain though was too much ironically to allow her to scream. The crowd could only here a hurking sound come from the girls widespread lips. One of the drunks slipped a hand into his hole filled pants and fondled his greasy cock.
Lisa shot him a disapproving glare, aware that her job was both to support Abi today and to protect her against any 'unsanctioned abuse'. Previous events such as this particularly early on when boys had been whipped until they bled had been further marred by acts of unauthorised rapes of the tied down children.
A few well publicised long jail terms had stopped the worst of it, yet occasionally it was not unheard of for a child to end up white faced from a passing man's cum and not just the pain. Nor was it unheard of a child to walk with a wince after being punished because of being buggered rather than from the weals of the cane. This was despite the fact that only the supervising Regime officer should be involved in disciplining the children. 
Thud. The second blow had landed, Lisa looked around in time to see Abi's resistance crumble a keening cry issue from her lips, as the pain of the next blow magnified the agony of the first.
A smattering of applause came from the viewing adults, whilst a toddler held by the reins in his mothers hands began to cry in terror at the sight.
Two further blows landed on Abi's bottom. Abi had slumped her weight held only by the stocks she was displayed in. She felt as if her bottom was a bloody mess, sure that the damage that must have been done would surely kill her.
Mr Yorke panting lowered the cane and checked the state of Abi's bottom. Hmmmm, yes I worked that just right he considered with a look. 4 deep red lines marked Abi's small boyish bum plainly visible even through the white gauze protector. There was not despite Abi's fear any blood. The skin had not even split, the gauze preventing the possibility of any such damage.
What Abi did not appreciate, and never would, was that Mr Yorke had not even caned her particularly hard. He had caned many a child much harder as a teacher, often on the bare. He had raised many a weal on a young child's bottom, never with delight only sorrow, wielding a normal cane with much greater force. However he was well trained and knew just how dangerous the Regime canes could be if used to harshly, and how much the special lotion added to the pain. 
He had delivered only 4 moderate blows not because of any sympathy for Abi, although there was some, but from the knowledge that had he seriously hurt a child, particularly a girl, he would lose his license as a Regime tutor, and he needed the extra money to much to risk an over exuberant beating.
Paul felt his bravado crumble in his 16 year old mind as he watched Abi being flogged. He had not been overly concerned when the Judge had sentenced him to 6 of the best with the Regime cane. In his young life he has been caned many times. It was the rare week when he wasn't being whipped over the Headmaster's table, or feeling his Dad's belt across his back. And while they hurt they were nothing special.
Oh of course he had heard from a few children who had experienced the Regime canes how much they hurt, and had seen a few beatings with them in his time. However he always considered that did not look or sound that much worse than a normal caning.
He had soon changed his mind as he watched the young girl writhe in pain a dozen feet from him. He had felt his dad's strong hand come down on his shoulder as the girl was caned causing him to turn and see the smile of his father.
He now regretted his constant misbehaviour and truancy, as the 6 strokes of the cane for truancy rapidly approached. He even more regretted the cheek he had given the Regime officer when they talked earlier this morning.
Mr Yorke smiled as he now turned to the young man in front of him. He had taken no joy in the punishing of Abi or Simon, it was just an unpleasant job. Thrashing this one though would be a pleasure.
Paul slowly walked to the last remaining pedestal. Conscious for the first time in his life of his nakedness. Normally he had no concerns over being naked. He was well built physically and package wise. And the years in the Regime had long since burnt away the shame that the American Abi, or the 6 year old Simon felt at being nude. Now however he knew he was naked and facing a man who would be caning him in front of this audience. With a flash of realisation he realised it was not the nakedness that concerned him, it was the risk that he could embarrass himself and cry out like the girl. 
Mr Yorke quickly reread the punishment sheet for the 16 year old. He smiled when he double checked that the Judge had ticked all the permissible extra boxes. He had been surprised when he had read Abi's sheet. In her case the Judge had refused permission for the punishing Regime officer to inflict the usual extras, such as public anal or genital training, the awarding of extras for poor deportment during punishment, or indeed supervised public participation in the punishment by the audience. However, he smiled, in Paul's case all these were to be permitted.
"Well Paul. It seems we come to you now" Mr Yorke grinned as he slowly looked the teenager up and down. Impressed despite himself at the boys solid looking 5 inch penis, and well defined abdominal muscles.
"You have been sentenced to receive 6 of the best with the Regime cane" he intoned savouring each word and the look on the boys face.
He pulled Paul's arm and dragged him to the front of the little punishment area. Paul now stood nude facing the small gathered group of onlookers. Behind him he heard the gentle crying of Abi and the little boy who had preceded him.
Mr Yorke was a professional child beater. He had caned school children for a number of years and knew how to judge a caning to the perfect pitch of pain and bruising. Due to this he had paid little attention to the Regime training course that he had to attend to become a certified Regime punishment officer. However he had learnt a lot about certain elements of children and punishment. The one that mattered today was that boys felt the cane more keenly after an orgasm. A nugget of knowledge that he intended to put into use right now.
Paul started a a little as Mr Yorke began to gently rub his bottom with the sensitising cream. Paul tried to calm his racing mind as he felt the man's hand explore his crevice his bum beginning to tingle with the effect of the cream. He felt blood race to his penis and really did not want to embarrass himself by getting a stiffy at the hands of an old man. 
Mr Yorke was not to be denied he trailed a finger along the boys dangling balls another finger dipping into the boys dark anus. The effect of the cream as it coated his balls and anus causing his penis to harden and rise to its impressive, for a teenagers, full size.
Paul bit his lower lip as he watched the strangers watching this smile and point at the boy's reaction. A strange smile of pride on his viewing parents faces as he was displayed in all his glory.
Paul was less impressed. He had wanked and fucked children of his own age in public before. But normally only in school, and well in school everyone was in the same boat. It was still relatively unusual for a boy, certainly one his age, to find himself in such a position.
"Well I can't cane you while you have that now can I" Mr Yorke proclaimed pleased at his success. "If I bend you over to cane your bum you're liable to poke your own eye out". A small snigger echoed around the audience at his weak joke. "Come here then".
Paul waddled over and moaned as he felt the old man's hand wrap itself around his shaft and begin to slowly slide up and down the dark red helmet of his exposed glans.
Mr Yorke had always planned to have the boy cum in public. It was indeed standard practice for such events for the older boys. Not obligatory but conman enough. Normally however he would have had one of the other children do the deed. Today though the little boy was too young in Mr Yorke's eyes to further humiliate. The girl though he would have had suck off the boy. A caned bottom and a sperm splattered face would usually stop any delinquent girl from re-offending. Unfortunately the Judge had decided otherwise, a pity he conceded as he looked over at the girl locked in the display stocks her face turned away from the sight of the boy being wanked off mere feet from her. 
However the Judge had simply banned sexual activity for Abi, not near sexual activity Mr Yorke reasoned. Judging the boys imminent orgasm he turned the boys hips until he faced the girl and with a final squeeze stood back as a spurt of white cum issued from the boys penis arcing up into the air until it fell under the girls down turned head. Abi jerked in surprise banging her neck painfully in the stocks as she saw the pool of cum land by her. A few seconds a strange earthy smell reached her nose. The smell of a boys fresh cum the virginal Abi realised with a start of revulsion. The stocks holding her head preventing her from avoiding either the sight or smell of Paul's cum as it slowly congealed under her.
Before Paul could catch his breath Mr Yorke pulled him over to the last pair of stocks and quickly manoeuvred the boy into position. Head down and bottom up the protective skin covering fastened into place.
Selecting the cane he whipped a stroke into the boy's firm buttocks. A red weal forming immediately across the top of the boy's bum. Apart from a whistling of air from his lips Paul refused to break.
Thirty seconds later the second stroke lanced in landing an inch below the first now purpling stroke. Despite the cream and the power of the blow Paul refused to break tightly pursing his lips to prevent shaming his manhood by crying out.
Mr Yorke knew he only had 6 blows and needed to get the boy to cry. The embarrassment of breaking down in public a longer lasting and more effective punishment than the pain of the beating.
He lashed in two strokes on exactly the same spot. Paul this time could bear no more and screamed despite the public watching.
The crowd applauded enthusiastically save for Paul's parents. His mother turned away in pain his fathers set of the lips betraying his disappointment at his boy's girlish scream.
Mr Yorke paused for a moment noting the trickle of blood that his last two blows had caused, despite the protective covering, there was no doubt that the skin would be broken.
"Bleeding but not too bad. Certainly not for a boy his age, no reason I can't continue and make this even more memorable for the cocky teenager."
Laying the cane aside for the moment he reached under the sobbing boy and with a finger scooped off the little drop of cum that coated it. With his other head he raised the boys head and coated his trembling lips with his own salty cum, causing the boy to redouble his sobs.
Picking the cane up he lashed in the penultimate blow this time deliberately low so that it crashed into just the closest cheek of the boy the tip accelerating until it bounced off the cloth covered anus. An unearthly shriek issued from Paul as he felt his anus rip asunder under the blow, not knowing that the cloth and prevented any real damage being done.
Mr Yorke aimed the last blow lower still catching only the boys upper thigh knowing as the blow did before that the tip would continue on. This time the tip impacted against the boys dangling testicles, the testicles that unfortunately for Paul, were not covered by the protective cloth. The effect was instantaneous Paul moaned his eyes rolling up and he slumped forward unconscious as his red wealed balls flapped wildly back and forth as they dissipated the strength of the crashing tip of the cane. 
A thunderous roar of approval from the audience greeted Mr Yorke's masterful beating. The only dissenters the boys mother who had run off crying, Lisa who had looked away sick, and Abi who nearly humiliated herself as she struggled to control her loosening bowels and bladder. Knowing that she had more strokes of the cane to come and dreading the chance that Mr Yorke may be as vicious to her poor sore bottom and genitals as he had been to the boy.
***
Lisa sipped her coffee, sitting at a small café table 50 yards from where Abi stood head bowed in the Regime display stocks, the handwritten sign now hung around her head proclaiming why there was a well caned girl in the mall today. She watched as the parents of the two boys helped, and in the case of Paul, carried the children off home to recover from their ordeal. Leaving Abi alone in the stocks, alone that is apart from the now milling customers who trooped pass. Most ignoring the girl a few however stopping to examine the girl more closely, much to Abi's chagrin. 
"Mr Yorke how did you end up doing this for a job?"
Placing the cake down Mr Yorke considered his former pupils question. "I retired from teaching about 2 years after your parents took you out of school. The Regime was only just getting into full flow and had started to become compulsory in all state schools. The Regime was looking for ex educators to spread good practice, and well my teaching pension was no fortune."
Mr Yorke had readily agreed to Lisa's offer of a cup of coffee. He was being paid for a full days work, but between the actual canings there would be little for him to do apart from chasing away the young children who often gathered around to torment the child being punished, when they tried to take their teasing too far. While humiliation was encouraged their were limits, however the fact he held a big cane in one hand meant that most children kept away by instinct alone.
Normally he would just sit and read a book on days such as these. However he lived alone and was lonely most of the time, the chance to have a conversation with a young lady was to good an opportunity to pass up.
Abi looked up her throat was dry from her earlier screaming, yet the pain in her bottom had reduced from indescribable agony, to merely unbearable. The discomforts of her predicament however began to crowd her mind for attention. The plastic display stocks were padded and well built. Yet she had been standing in them for 3 hours. Enduring the pain and the jeers of passing shoppers, her neck ached and her arms burnt from the strained position they were held in.
The smell of Paul's now dried sum still wafted around her nose, her eyes despite her wishes seeming ever drawn to the congealed mess that lay before her.
Perhaps a bigger problem than all of this was her bladder. She wondered why Neil had warned her not to drink the orange juice she was given for breakfast. The reason was now becoming clear.
Her bladder ached with a fullness. The way her legs were split apart and her feet locked prevented her even from crossing her legs to try to relieve the pressure.
A dull realisation crossed her mind. She had been stripped, caned in front of witnesses, made to stand naked as hundreds of mainly indifferent shoppers streamed past, and it was likely that something even more embarrassing may happen to her. My god if I wet myself standing here I'll just die, she rather optimistically thought.
Looking up Lisa looked over to where her cousin called her and with an apology walked over to the stand.
"Yes Abi, lunch time in ½ an hour, then you can have a rest dear".
"I can't wait, I need to go NOW" Abi replied urgently.
Lisa was not the quickest on the uptake and missed Abi's bodily signals of impending urinary disaster.
"You can't go you have to stay here until this afternoon, you're being punished remember, be brave" she reminded Abi.
"I know I'm being fucki..." remembering that she was trying to ask a favour Abi softened her tone, too aware that her patience like her bladder was being sorely tested. "I know but need to go to toilet...Now"
"Ohhhh" Lisa nibbled her lip "Well I can ask as a favour I suppose, but no guarantees, usually they make you go where you stand". Lisa pointed at the grooves in the base of the Regime stocks upon which Abi stood.
Abi finally understood what those grooves were for now, originally she had feared they were for draining the blood away.
A look of terror crossed her face at the prospect of this fate, "Please".
Lisa could not resist the look of helpless fear in her American cousins face was to much for her large soft heart to bare.
Patting Abi on a straining arm she jogged back to where Mr Yorke sat finishing a biscuit, and began to beg for small mercies.
"I don't know humiliation is part of the process, and she gets a break in half an hour anyway".
"Please, I think we can agree that she is suffering, this could break her".
Abi breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Mr Yorke walk back to her. Unlocking the display bar he helped Abi free.
"Thank you Sir, thank you so much" Abi spoke as she made little leaps foot to foot in an effort to control her body. The need of her bladder overcoming the flashes of pain her little jiggles sent off in her tortured bum.
Abi made to run off towards the mall conveniences some 200 yards down the line of shops, her concern at her bodily needs outweighing the concerns of her nudity. Abi gave a quizzical, and concerned look as Mr Yorke held her back with a hand.
"I'm sorry but technically until 5.00 tonight you are in my legal custody. Where you go I go, well actually it's where I go you go, but lets not quibble".
Abi gawped as the man pulled out a small fabric collar and with a practised hand looped it around her neck. Attaching a leash to the collar he held the other end and bid the girl to make her way to the conveniences, at his pace.
Abi walked a few paces on front of Mr Yorke. The pink leash he held restraining her from running straight to the toilets.
At a, to Abi at least, agonisingly sedate pace the pair walked to along. Abi blushed as the shoppers looked at her in a little surprise. While naked children were not that uncommon, most at least wore some clothing while out, even if it was nothing more a plastic see through mac. It was equally rare for older children to be led about on leash's. Abi could not help but notice that the only other child who was walked on a leash was a small boy no more than 3 years old. Abi noted with a touch of envy that his mother had allowed the boy to wear a pair of furry briefs. I'm envying a toddler a pair of briefs what has my life come too... 
Finally Abi turned the corner and with relief finally saw the entrance to the Ladies. Her jog towards it stopped by a jerk on the leash.
"I can't go in there now can I" Mr Yorke informed her exasperatedly pointing at the female sign above the entrance. Abi began to turn red as instead she was half pulled half led into the adjoining men's toilets.
Abi's bladder though overruled her head pointing out that it for one didn't mind whether the toilet it used was a male or a female one.
Abi quickly turned her head as walking down a line of stalls she could not help but see the urinals against the wall. To her embarrassment they were currently being used. A boy of perhaps 4 or 5 stood cheerfully drawing figures of 8 against the porcelain with his urine. Abi though thought little of the boys small pricklet, she had after all seen Neil's all week, and when her brother Dan's was this boys age she had seen his upon occasion. No what caused her to blush and turn was the boys father. The man was in his twenties and stood next to his son. His, Abi struggled for the correct term, the term prick seemed to insignificant for something that big, was held in his hands as he met his call of nature. 
A tug on her neck attracted her attention. "And what are you looking at girl?" Mr Yorke demanded. Looking back he spotted the attraction that the 12 year old girl had found so beguiling. "I don't believe it!
I'm sorry Sir,"Abigail Bellows apologise for intruding on this gentleman at once. Abi stuttered and the man who had turned his head around laughed loudly.
"Ha ha, no worries mate. I'm sure a girl her age has seen one of these before" he waved his large penis side to side, "Big strapping girl like that must have held her fair share of these by now" continuing his laugh he turned his attention back to his task at hand.
Mr Yorke looked at the mortified girl decided that insisting on an apology was probably unnecessary as the girl could not have been more embarrassed than she was now, an opinion that was to be proved wrong in just a few moments.
"Well here you go Abi, now hurry up".
Abi looked at the cubicle and wrinkled her nose in disgust. Yet her needs were such she made to sit down, gingerly, on the bowl and close the door.
"Sorry I'm not allowed to let you out of my sight at any time. In case you run off or take painkillers and so on" he explained.
Abi sat stock still. Despite the now true pain in her bladder she found that she could not go. Her mother had always told her that bodily functions were strictly private. There was no way she could go with this man standing over her, let alone the fact that the little boy she had seen earlier was looking in curiously as his father washed his hands just around the corner.
"Come on, stop wasting time"
"I can't, not with you..." Abi trailed off.
Deciding to take matters into his own hands Mr Yorke unhooked the cane that had until now been attached to his belt and with a gentle flick, sent the tip whacking into the top of the girls sparsely haired pussy.
More from shock than the sting Abi yelped and jerked up. As her bruised bottom crashed back onto the seat her bladder finally gave up and poured forth.
Abi silently cried as the fires in her bottom were reignited and she shamefully relieved herself with this man and the now giggling 4 year old boy watched on.
"Come on Todd" Abi looked up through her tears and cried even harder when she saw the attractive well endowed man look in to the cubicle curious as to what his son was so interested in.
"Come on Todd" he repeated as he gave the sobbing girl a look over noting what she was doing with a smirk, "there's nothing there of any interest for a strapping boy like you.
"Hi Lisa, Mum asked me to bring your lunches for you" Lisa smiled at her young brother who trotted up to her bearing two brown paper bags. Much to Neil's relief his mother had permitted him to wear tracksuit bottoms and tee shirt for his visit to the mall.
Lisa though looked past him, "Does your mother know your here Dan?".
"Yes" Dan replied truculently. He looked past his older cousin and smiled broadly.
"Hi Abi".
Abi looked up her bottom still aching from the second batch of 4 strokes groaned as she saw her brother leering at her naked body.
It was not as if he was sexually attracted to his sister. Although as a 13 year old boy any female would do. No what this was about was power. The two siblings were only a year apart in age, and had warred for years. It was clear now that the balance of power had shifted to Dan, Abi mortified that her nakedness was known to her brother.
Smiling in false concern he took a packed lunch from Neil and advised Lisa and Neil not to worry he would help his sister. Waving away their concerns he opened the bag and took out a small carton of orange juice.
Confident that Lisa and Neil were sitting out of ear shot speaking to some man he did not recognise he turned to his sister.
He put the straw in his sisters mouth with a look of supercilious concern. Allowing Abi to suck down the juice he removed the straw.
"Well, Well Abi" he slowly looked her body up and down. "Remember when we were 5 years old and shared the bath? Was that the last time we saw each other naked? Well certainly the last time you saw me naked anyway hey Sis."
he patted her sweat coated hair and ignoring the dirty look she gave him he walked around and gave a slow whistle as he saw the red stripes over her bottom.
"Here eat up" Dan popped a biscuit from the bag into his sisters mouth as he returned to look at her.
Abi chewed the food slowly dreaming of various unpleasant methods of revenge upon her brother, they were mostly illegal, and those that weren't were still certainly illegal. Still she chewed the food her brother popped into her mouth. Her belly empty and rumbling and knowing that she had another 4 hours and 4 strokes to go before this day was done. 
"Do you know why I came here to see you?"
"Because you wanted to perv at your sisters body" Abi spat.
"Yes there is that, but also so I could take a little picture for posterity" Dan took his mobile phone out of his jacket packet.
Abi's eyes narrowed dangerously. She knew full well that the phone had a 10 mega pixel camera upon it. And her brother would more than likely be selling glimpses of her shame to his school friends back at home given half the chance.
"You wouldn't dare. I'll tell Mum"
"You'll tell no one Sis" he hissed "Or I'll make sure the photos are on the Internet before the hour is up".
Abi made to scream for Mr Yorke to help, unaware that the taking of pictures of Regime children was not only legal but encouraged. While her mother would have stopped Dan's actions the UK government would be entirely unconcerned.
Dan however was not aware of this freedom but he had a plan. With a quick move he jammed several thick chewy toffees he had saved into his sisters mouth preventing her from calling assistance.
Making sure the coast was clear Dan took his time taking several pictures of his sisters body, ensuring as he explained to the girl that no nook was left unexplored.
Laughing he left his still gagged sister and went off to collect Neil and return home.
It would prove unfortunate for Dan that he failed to note the small 4 year old boy who had taken a liking despite his fathers opinion of the girl, to Abi, and had been watching her punishment with rapt interest all afternoon. It was unfortunate for Dan that he had no compunction of telling Lisa what he had seen.

***The Regime Cane Mark 4 (Patent Pending)
The Regime Institute of Great Britain is pleased to introduce the latest design in judicial punishment tools. Made of a blend of carbon, plastics and polymerised infused corded fabrics the Mk 4. An indestructible implement designed to inflict the maximum pain and subdural bruising with the minimum of effort. The cane measures 140 Cm long with a Variable Thickness Aspect (VTA)™ of 5 mm at rest. 
Introducing VTA™
The traditional cane is rounded in shape and as such has difficulty in penetrating the more resilient bottoms of incorrigible child criminals the Mk 4 is aimed at rehabilitating. The Mk 4 overcomes this by having a fluid aspect that allows the cane blade to from a triangular shape as it cuts into the child's bottom. After penetrating the maximum possible depth the advanced material of the cane expands to approximately 10 mm in width. This causes a wider area of effect delivered deep into the body of the target. This results in effective deep and lasting bruises to be caused with minimal effort.
Regime Warning
Following unfortunate incidents of the use of the Mk 4 on the bare bottoms of children. Resulting in permanent injuries and scarring. The Mk 4 has been declared as unsuitable for use on children under the age of 18 without appropriate skin guards being in place. Furthermore no more than 12 strokes may be given in a 4 hour period. Use of this device by non Regime Institute Officers is strictly prohibited. 

***The Regime Sensate Enhancer
The special lotion is composed of a number of various proprietary ingredients. Originally manufactured for the treatment of sufferers with penile dysfunction caused by nerve damage. It results in an increase of blood flow and peripheral nerve receptors. It was soon licensed for use in Regime delivered punishments as its application can increase the effect of any physical chastisement 20 fold. The Regime has also adjusted the formula to include deep muscle healing and anti septic properties. Enabling the quicker recovery of the child's skin ready for more punishment.
Regime Warning
The solution is not recommended for use on children's genitalia except under medical supervision. Tests have indicated that the pain felt from sexual manipulation following application exceeds safe tolerances.





The Little Orphan Boy Chapter 8
By Lee Davey
leedavey_1@lycos.com
copyright 2009 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 8
Abi placed the tray of food on the mantle place with relief. Finally she was alone. The rest of her extended family was busy eating in the dining room. Abi thanks to the hamburger state of her backside had been permitted to eat alone, and standing, in the other room.
It had been a blessed relief to finally be alone. She had limped home half led, half supported by Lisa as her badly beaten buttocks protested each step. Her day had reached its nadir when she turned into the road only to find Mary and Charlene lounging against a low wall jeering and cat calling at the wounded limping girl. Were it not for Lisa threatening to tell their parents it might have been the worse for Abi, but even as she watched the two girls scurry off she was not satisfied a burning desire for revenge against the girls who had schemed her into a caning burned within her.
The day got a little better when she entered her Uncle's home, not that it could have got much worse really. Her mother and aunt insisted on whisking the girl up to the main bedroom to examine her bottom for themselves, which at least spared Abi from her grinning brothers leering.
Abi did not know what pained her more the dozen deep bruising stripes that her bum had suffered, or the hurt look on her mothers face as she checked on her little girls condition.
No thinking on it, it definitely was the bum that hurt more; yes, no question really.
"When you've finished eating you can go to bed. I don't think I want to look at you at the moment".
Abi turned at the voice of her father who had entered the room behind his wife the anger, no disappointment really, in his eyes clear for all to see. Blushing at the realisation that her father could see her bruised and exposed cheeks, and perhaps see into the dark split between her legs where her secret bits. All Abi could do was nod mutely and look away from the hurt look in her fathers eyes. Abi tried to speak, to apologise to her parents for what she had put them through, but could not find the words. Looking away from his exposed daughter's body her father shook his head sadly and went back to the dining room leaving his daughter. 
Her mother and aunt murmured their disgust at the state of her bottom but offered the girl herself no sympathy. Her mother simply kissed her on the forehead and left. Abi lay on her front arms wrapped around a pillow her bottom was still racked with pain. The formerly red stripes were already beginning to purple. The deep tissue damage from the slashing cane meaning that Abi would not be able to sit at all for 2 days, and not comfortably for a week or more.
Turning she watched as the remaining children entered the room. The others having being sent upstairs as apparently the parents had something important to discuss.
Neil and Dan were also shepherded into the room by the insistent Lisa despite the break they tried to make for their own room. Satisfied that all were present Lisa turned and closed the door pulling the small metal locking bar closed behind her.
Neil could not help but notice that his sister's room had a lock, a device that he had been told in no uncertain tones was unsuitable for a boy's room. They explained to the boy that girls needed privacy when growing up whereas boys needed to be kept a close eye on, and they would be keeping a very close eye on Neil indeed.
"What is this all about" Jenny complained looking around her now crowded bedroom.
Shooting her sister a quieting look Lisa addressed the room.
"Do you remember girls when we were told that you two were going to have to go through the Regime?".
Katie and Jenny exchanged a confused look and shrugged.
"None of us wanted to go through the Regime did we. We had seen how our friends were treated, fucked and beaten like pieces of meat, stripped naked and paraded through the streets" Lisa exaggerated but only slightly "and before Mum and Dad pulled me from school I had seen it there too. Well we agreed that we would stick together through whatever happened to us, we were family right? None of us wanted the Regime but if we supported each other we would get through it right?" 
"Spare us the history lesson" Jenny spoke up in a surly tone.
"Shut up" Jenny looked in astonishment at Lisa. Her big sister was normally the soft cuddly type, but for some unknown reason she appeared to be truly angry for the first time in a long time, and Jenny knew that Lisa did have a temper.
Continuing Lisa looked around the room. "It was always the 'Sisters', and now of course Brother" she nodded at Neil, "against the parents, against the world, against the Regime. The last thing we need is a traitor in our midst."
Lisa paused her oratory and turned to look at Dan who stood smirking at his large cousin's speech.
"Well Dan have you anything to say?"
All the children looked at one another in confusion, and then turned as one to look at Dan.
"What are you talking about. I'm not your brother, and didn't agree to any stupid oath and I've done nothing wrong" he spluttered defensively as 5 pairs of eyes bored into him.
"Well unfortunately for you at the moment your in our house, and that means you play by our rules. It seems that Daniel here took some photos of his sister to spread about on the Internet. Pictures of her when she was naked during her punishment".
"What no I didn't" Dan looked around "Did Abi say this you can't take her word over mine, she's nothing more than a thief after all".
Abi started crying at the harsh words of her big brother.
Sllaapppp. Dan reeled back a bright red hand print raising on his cheek. Lisa rubbed her stinging palm a throbbing fury in her voice. "She is your SISTER. You don't say things like that about family".
Lisa restrained herself somewhat. "And you know what? I think I would take Abi's word over yours. Fortunately I don't have to. If your going to threaten and blackmail your sister, try to do when no one is listening".
***
Lisa stood in the Mall watching Mr Yorke whip her cousin with the nasty looking cane four more times. Abi was suffering horribly by now. Despite Mr Yorke's attempts to avoid hitting previously stroke lines the truth was Abi's small pert bottom made it unavoidable.
The last four strokes therefore all crashed directly on to already wounded areas of the buttocks. Unlike the first 8 strokes Abi took these silently. Not from any stoic resolve more from the fact that she was physically and mentally exhausted. Half conscious the pain had overwhelmed her as she now hung limp, standing only due to the fact that the display post she was strapped into did not permit her to fall to the floor.
Lisa was beginning to admire her American cousin's bravery. She had initially thought that she was just a little madam, strutting around lording her clothes and privileges over the other children both within and outside the home.
When she was caught shoplifting Lisa's opinion of her had dropped even further. It was only when Jenny had told her about the nasty trick that Charlene and Mary had played on Abi, that Lisa gave Abi the benefit of the doubt. She had silently promised the well whipped girl that those two girls would get their comeuppance. After all when she qualified as a Nurse she also qualified as a full adult under the Regime. And two young girls with an adult seeking revenge on them in a Regime environment were in a world of trouble. 
Hearing Mr Yorke declare the punishment finally over she made to help Abi free and then to call a taxi cab home for the pair of them. Helping Abi into her top Lisa nodded in understanding when Abi heaved a sobbing cry of "no" when Lisa offered to help her put her panties and trousers back on, the pain of her brutalised bottom overwhelming what little sense of modesty that Abu had left.
As she half carried Abi towards the cab rank outside the shops a small hand surprised her by tugging at her waist.
Looking down she saw a small boy looking up at her a thumb in his mouth. It was the boy who had been watching Abi all afternoon she had realised. The only reason she had noted him was his young age. He could only be 5 at most and most children that age weren't that interested in naked people of the other sec. It was not unusual even now for older children to watch another naked child being beaten with prurient interest, the younger children were however normally less interested.
"Yes pumpkin" she asked in the tone of a young girl who had endured having two younger siblings follow her around when she was younger.
"Mishh I hashh shomething I need to tellsh you" he answered around his sucking thumb, "Abouts yoush friend" he pointed his spare thumb at the limply weeping Abi.
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Dan looked around for a means of escape or at least support but found neither. Lisa stood between him and the locked door, and given that Lisa was 5 years older, 5 inches taller and at least 50 pounds heavier he did not, rightly, fancy his chances in a physical confrontation.
Katie and Jenny stared at him eyes narrowing at the news that he had betrayed his sister, something in their view was simply unacceptable. Abi had shared their room with them and was almost like a sister to them. Not to mention that she was a girl and he was a boy, and that mattered at their ages.
Seeing their looks Dan considered asking Neil for support against the girls but realised he had even less chance there.
Neil was determined to be 'one of the family' his orphan background meaning he placed extreme importance on family now that he had one. There was also, if he was honest, the small matter of Dan's constant complaints and comments about Neil's night time wanking training. Comments that given the current situation may have been - unwise.
"Well so what. Lay a hand on me and I'll tell. You have no proof" his bravado clear in his voice.
"Proof you mean something like this" Lisa held up Dan's mobile phone.
Dan slapped at his pocket where the phone should have been. "How did you get that" he demanded. "Not important. So let me get this straight. Your going to tell your puritanical mother that you went to look at your naked sister while she was being caned. You then took secret pictures of" she pressed a few buttons on the phone "your sister's pussy, tits and arse so you could put them on the Internet. And you think she is going to be pleased with you and rescue you from us. Well do you!!!". 
"I was not going to put them on the Internet". "Oh you just took them so you could have one of the wrist at night hey" this came from Jenny who had come up to stand next to the boy threateningly.
"No, no, I wasn't..." Dan trailed off knowing he was, and given he was in the UK appropriately, royally screwed.
"What are you going to do then?" Dan asked nervous now. He knew that his mother would kill him if she found out what he had done. This left him to the 'mercies' of his cousins and sister, he was not optimistic.
"Well Abi done something wrong and she was punished. You've done something wrong so you're going to be punished." with a sudden push Lisa toppled Dan over causing him to fall heavily on the bed. Before he could rise he was pinned down, Jenny and Neil each grabbing an arm.
Dan made to scream for help suddenly preferring his chances with his parents than his cousins. Jenny quickly stopped that plan by slapping a hand over the boy's mouth.
"Katie bring me something to gag him with".
Katie leaped up from where she sat watching amazed and delighted as her cousin was held down. The only boy she knew much about was Neil, and then under her mother's direction her role was to lay under him most of the time while he inexpertly thrusted his tiny todger in her. But now she would have the chance to lord it over a boy for the first time rather than be the one lorded over.
She skipped over to the dirty laundry basket and rummaged through its meagre contents. It was a little thought of consequence of the new Regime that washing and ironing of the children's clothes had been greatly reduced. Another selling point for hard pressed mothers throughout the land.
Shifting through the contents she discounted most of her and Jenny's clothes as either being see through plastic and unsuitable, or so flimsy as not being able to gag a hamster let alone a 13 years old boy's big mouth. Ah ha with a wave of triumph Katie found the perfect item. Dan's eyes opened as he watched Katie approach bearing what could only be a pair of his own sisters used panties. Lisa took them and with perfect timing wadded them into Dan's mouth the instant that Jenny removed her restraining hand. 
"So we have you gagged next step is naked" Lisa declared.
Despite the fact that all her cousins were involved and she wanted revenge on Dan, Abi was sensibly staying away from her brothers flailing kicks. The last thing her bottom needed was a stray kick landing on it.
A few minutes later Dan lay naked on the bed his angry eyes staring with hatred at the children staring down at him carefully checking his nude body over with interest.
"Not much to look at is he?" Jenny said examining the pigeon chested boy, his pale pasty flesh, and at best average cock.
"You're right there. He may be bigger than Neil, but Neil is better proportioned all right, his prick is a little on the thin side really".
Neil flushed in pleased surprise at Lisa's compliment, while Dan started to become afraid, not at all comforted by the looks the girls were now giving him. He tried to look at Abi for help, after all she had not been involved up to now perhaps she would help. One look was enough to disabuse him of that hope. Abi stood to one side a few red marks still apparent through the fabric of the shirt she wore as a makeshift nightie. The look in her eyes as she too watched her brother squirm in embarrassed nakedness was not promising of any help from her. 
"Well you may be wondering what we're going to do to you" Lisa spoke up as she threw the last of Dan's clothing in one corner. "I originally thought of borrowing Mr Yorke's cane, but he wouldn't let me. Perhaps then just a jolly good spanking" at Lisa's words Katie clapped her hands enthusiastically. "But that would make to much noise. Our parents would no doubt hear and stop us. I don't mind telling you I was stumped. Fortunately Mr Yorke had an idea".
Lisa rummaged in a pocket and withdrew a small pot. Abi gasped in horrified realisation. "This Dan is a pot of the special lotion that Abi had experienced earlier. What it does is magnify any sensation or pain".
Lisa did not tell her relatives that to secure this pot of expensive ingredients she had agreed to go out on a date with Mr Yorke. Not that she considered that a big price to pay she realised, her crush on her former teacher apparently as strong as it was years before.
With a command to hold him tight she put a pair of rubber gloves on, Mr Yorke was careful to remind Lisa just how painful it could be if any of the stuff got on her hands. The boy's bottom that Lisa wanted the lotion for was frankly of little concern to him. The promise of a date with a young girl sufficient to overrule any concern he may have had about dishing out the special cream to a non Regime official. 
Fortunately as a trainee nurse Lisa already possessed a box of latex gloves which she had brought home from work. Her plan making such a precaution necessary if her hand was to survive the night.
Preventing the boy's kicks by the simple expedient of sitting her not inconsiderable bulk on his legs she took a hold of the boy's 2 inch flaccid penis between thumb and forefinger and began applying the lotion up and down the shaft.
Dan squirmed silently the unpleasant taste of his sister's panties in his mouth a mixture of perfume, musk and other tastes he did not contemplate filling his mouth.
As Lisa began slowly massaging his penis he began to relax. She may think it was a punishment exposing him like this. But for a girl, even his plan cousin, to give him a good wank it was a price he would willingly pay.
His balls and now 4 inch long but thin penis which had hardened under Lisa's touch felt hot and heavy. The lotion caused his genitals to bubble and seethe with odd, but not as yet unpleasant sensations. A muffled gasp escaped his lips, echoed by gasps from the other girls and Neil watching as Lisa delicately pulled back her cousins foreskin and smeared a thick layer of the lotion over his now exposed head. 
Katie, Neil and Jenny were surprised. So far nothing that Lisa had done had seemed that nasty. In fact all three would act in more intimate ways with each virtually every day under the watchful gaze of their mother, and very occasionally their father.
Abi though felt the first pang of pity for her brother. Just a drop of that stuff had touched the outer lips of her pussy earlier. She felt herself moisten at the memory of Mr Yorke's impersonal touch as he accidentally brushed her secret place. The small amount of lotion had caused indescribable sensations in her cunny.
She had not, although she did not know such things were possible in any case, had an orgasm. However if it were not for the fact a few minutes later Mr Yorke had whipped her buttocks raw in public, even that little drop of lotion might have caused her to lose that innocence.
She could not conceive how her brother would feel when that stuff now thoroughly coating his shiny penis finally worked its way into his bloodstream.
Dan realised that something was happening down there. He had of course wanked himself off any numbers of time, he was a horny thirteen year old boy it was practically a hobby. The sensations coursing through his felt different stronger, almost painful in there intensity.
"Well that's all done. Time now for your first punishment" Lisa broke the silence with a grim smile, she took hold of the shaft in one fist and with strong deliberate strokes began to masturbate Dan's burning penis.
For a few moments Dan enjoyed the pleasurable if slightly rough hand job until the pain escalated. It felt as if his skin was being pulled of in sheets with each stroke of Lisa's firm hand, while at the same time little bubbles raised and burst in his testicles.
It took barely 30 seconds for a thick stream of white cum to fountain from the Dan's penis. His eyes rolled as the largest orgasm of his life rolled through him, a deep ache in his balls, and a line of fire raced up his urethra and spilt from the tip.
He did not know that the potency of the lotion was designed to cause erections in even the most impotent of elderly men, for a 13 year old it was pure overkill. In fact Lisa had read the warning label but Mr Yorke reassured her that while it was not recommended for genital use, that was simply because it would cause severe pain, and if overused physical dependence, for the plans the pair had hatched for Dan it should be OK. It would not kill the boy although he may in the end have preferred death Mr Yorke advised as Lisa explained her plan. He did not mention to Lisa that this knowledge was through personal experience, when he like a lot of regime man, had tried the stuff, once but never again.
To his horror Dan realised that Lisa had not stopped her wanking despite his explosive cum - in fact she had sped up her hand now concentrating now on his overly sensitive head. The sensation had long since past pleasure and now it felt as if his penis was boiling. Despite this his body could only react in one way, and in just 1 minute another stream of cum almost as large as the first leapt up in a graceful arc before splattering down on the boys naked belly to lay alongside the first now congealing line of sperm. 
Leaning her back Lisa let her hand slip of Dan's spamming penis. Her wrist ached from the brisk hand job she had delivered. She realised she lacked the stamina that the training in the arts of sex her younger siblings had gained through their mothers Regime training. Unfortunately for Dan the others would get their chance to demonstrate their stamina and skills with Dan before the night was out.
"Jen switch places with me" Lisa commanded. Jenny was less than pleased at being ordered by her big sister even the watching Neil could tell that. However Jenny complied handing the holding down of Dan's arm over to her big sister more than willing to help 'punish' her cousin.
In the Bellow's household there was a very clear pecking order. There was the Mummy, the Daddy, then Lisa, Jenny and Katie in that order. Following Katie was the pet goldfish, the milkman, several complete strangers and then trailing in a distant last Neil.
Given this Jenny had no choice but to obey her sister. Not that Lisa was allowed to do anything, she couldn't spank her or ground her. But she could tell her parents and they always believed the eldest over a younger sibling, and in Neil's case, at least in his opinion, they would more likely believe complete strangers who had been diagnosed as compulsive liars, over their own son. 
Jenny found herself at her cousin's knees and gave a curious look at his limp and drained penis. She had only seen two penises up close in her life. That of Neil's which given its size did not count, and that of her fathers which was well her fathers and did not really count. Of course she had seen the willies of the local boys but never really up close. Even in today's Regime most boys did not particular like strange girls walking up and taking a close look, well unless they reciprocated in some way, and Jenny was not, yet, that curious about the local boys.
"Well don't just look at it Sis, Mum says you have the makings of a good cock sucker so get on with it" Lisa jibed.
Jenny did not believe her sister's statement. Not that she wasn't good at giving head, her father had said so when she practised on him, but then he would be biased wouldn't he, Neil too seemed very happy when their Mum made her suck him, which fortunately for Jenny was very very rare. No what Jenny doubted was that their prim mother would say anything quite as coarse as that, more likely that Jenny was a skilled fellatrix possibly. 
Jenny looked at the 12 year old boy penis with a touch of revulsion. It was uncircumcised and in its post orgasmic sight had shrunk back to a mere inch or so in size. No what really turned her nose was the sticky pool of sperm that still coated it. Oh she had tasted her dads sperm before, but to be honest hated the taste, not that she would have spat it out, not that she had the choice she thought ruefully, if she had of spat out the sperm her parents would not have been pleased at her disrespectful actions with her daddy's juice.
Jenny blinked and realised that her older sister was loosing patience with her. Biting the bullet so to speak she leaned down and enveloped her cousin's sore penis with her lips.
Dan cried out as he felt Jenny's hot mouth suck his penis up into it. He had dreamed of the day that an attractive teenage girl would blow him, OK he hadn't thought it would be his cousin but normally he would not care. Today though his penis was super sensitive, the lotion now fully absorbed through his skin caused his penis to burn as Jenny's warm mouth and hot tongue felt like licks of fire. 
Despite the pain his penis could not help but respond as it sprang to hardness. The Regime lotion was originally designed to coax erections and cum from severely disabled men, regardless of any nerve damage. It was unsurprising then that a 12 year old would only last a few minutes under the ministrations of a skilled 14 years old girls hot mouth and tongue. Despite having had two orgasms ripped from him only a few minutes ago, he groaned and shook as a third load lanced up from his tortured testicles.
Ugg... Jenny felt a small burst of salty sperm leak onto her tongue as the penis she sucked spewed its third load. Fortunately for the dainty teenager the third load was barely a drop, the two earlier loads having virtually emptied Dan's still growing balls.
Still the taste was unpleasant and Jenny, knowing that unlike her fathers cum she could spit this out, did just that. The splat of saliva and cum landed wetly on Dan's left cheek. Causing a giggle to erupt from Katie, who had as yet not experienced the unique taste of her daddies cum, her mother thinking that she was still just a little to young, despite the objections of her husband. 
"Well Jenny did I tell you to stop".
Jenny, and the others looked on in surprise. It appeared that Dan was well and truly fucked. Yet the normally kindly Lisa was clearly not finished with the boy yet.
Jenny was less than happy, Her jaw ached, and the taste of the boys penis was not that pleasant even before the taste of cum was added.
Cursing her sister under her breath she once more attacked Dan's penis with her mouth again sucking hard bored now at the task her sister had set her. She sucked and slurped the lengths of the boys twitching penis.
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Tawnee cocked her head to the side "Can you hear anything?"
"No" Nigel answered.
"Exactly what are the children up to I wonder?" her parental senses tingling.
"Leave them be, they're quiet and out of our hair, which is a relief for once" this was from Victoria who sat opposite alongside. "Anyway have you made your mind up yet, about the job I mean?"
Nigel looked at Tawnee and gave a slight nod before replying.
"Yes. Really we have no choice. Neither of us has had so much as a sniff of a job in the last 3 months back in Boston, now the welfare is stopping. Were it not for my brother paying for the airfare here I couldn't even have afforded to come here for the interview".
That's the first I've heard about that Victoria thought her eyes narrowing as she determined to have a word with her husband about his largesse.
"Tawnee will go back to pack and have our property shipped back" Nigel continued oblivious to his brothers doom. "Yes I'll hand the keys of our home back, we could not have afforded the next 6 months lease anyway". That brings me on to a huge favour..."
Michael followed his seething wife up the stairs to their daughter's room. "Well what could I do he is my brother after all". "You gave him £3000 for the air fares without telling me, and now you have took it upon yourself to invite them to stay here for the next few months until they rent their own house. Without even asking" she hissed back at him. 
It was not the fact that Michael had helped his brother, he was family after all. What really made her mad was that he had not even asked her. Of course the fact that she would have to put up with her brother in law, her constantly moping nephew and well ... the less said about the trouble Abi had caused recently the better. "Well you can explain to the kids why there going to be sharing for the next month that's' all".
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Dan lay back on the bed still. He was no longer held down by his cousins, there was no need. The second blowjob from Jenny had almost made him faint. His penis still throbbed, a look down confirmed the fact that the flesh of his penis and balls was puffed out and swollen red. The lotion that had been employed had magnified the pleasure and pain of his cousin's sexual assault, it also made him helpless to resist. Any movement was at the moment agony, even the touch of his thigh upon his bruised willy sent burns of pain up his spine.
He was thankful for the rest that Lisa had granted him after he came, well dry cummed, into Jenny's mouth. Not that he had gotten off completely. As he was photographed by his own phone camera laying spread-eagled on the bed his own small streaks of cum marking his belly and oozing down his cheek.
"Rested?"
Dan looked up fear in his eyes as Jenny, Lisa and Abi stood over him. He could see Katie off to one side having lost interest in the game while Neil watched the scene, for some reason a hint of panic in his face. He was a little surprised to see Abi standing next to her cousins as they looked down at his naked cum splattered body as if watching an insect pinned by a needle to a tray. Initially Abi had stayed back as she watched her cousins molest her brother, wanking and sucking him off. Her shyness and beaten bottom keeping her back from participating.
However when Jenny had finished and Lisa brought forward the camera phone Abi had picked it up. She had drawn the line at hurting her brother, despite his earlier blackmail, she did love him, and certainly had no interest in his body one way or the other.
Payback though was fine. The thought of having pictures of her naked body traded around school back at Boston had horrified her, now the little bastard could sweat for a while.
For a couple of minutes the three girls passed the camera phone between them. Each taking pictures of Dan who lay still aware that should he protest it would not go well for him. He half protested when Jenny made to take a very close close up of his shrivelled penis and cum stained belly. A quick but relatively gentle slap to his balls stopped any complaint. Even Lisa was mildly horrified at the agony that crossed her cousin's face. A slap that gentle shouldn't have caused that much pain, Oh she suddenly remembered the sensitivity lotion that she had rubbed in. If Mr Yorke had told the truth about how much more painful it made even the smallest sensation then that would explain why Dan was currently writhing and gasping in agony. But in any case its not my problem she thought sweetly. 
Lisa looked at down at the boy. "Well Dan it seems that you have had your balls well and truly drained, and ummm punished. Just remember these pictures we have will guarantee you silence, unless of course you want to be the next gay internet superstar. NO? I did not think so.
But I've been thinking. We've had our fun" she waved her hand at herself and the two older girls". "You have obviously" she pointed at the dry cum stain on his belly. But what about poor Neil there. After all he has suffered because of you. He lost his room after all, and after what he had to put up until he got it that's a big loss".
Neil was surprised at the sympathy in Lisa's voice. It was true that he did not mind sleeping with his mum and dad, it could even occasionally be fun when his father paid attention to him, it was also instructive when his parents made love not caring that he lay next to them. However a boy needed some alone time. His room gave him that even without a lock on the door, like the girls have he thought jealously, thinking about it his room was the first time he could ever have any privacy considering the Orphanage and his first weeks here. 
"So Neil here will show me how much better he has got at making love, by screwing you. Remember Neil the last time I saw you was when you first started practising on that rubber doll?" Dan looked wildly around at the sound of this. Having a girl pull him off was one thing, being fucked up his poop chute by a boy was quite another, irrespective of any pictures they may have there was nothing that would make him submit to that.
Neil flushed at the memory of his rubber doll fucking sessions, as well as the confused look that Abi gave him indicating that she may try asking him questions about this later. Anxious to avoid explaining what his sister was talking about Neil nodded furiously.
"But how" Lisa asked "I don't think he's big enough to actually penetrate Dan's bottom". "That's right he can't even fit in me without Mum helping all the time" Katie piped up from the corner much to Neil's annoyance.
Tapping her chin Lisa thought for a moment. She was enjoying herself immensely but she knew that she had to implicate everyone in the room in today's events unless one of them told their parents, so she had to make Neil as guilty as the others.
"True he is not yet big enough to do it with a boy. I know Neil can lay on top of Dan here and rub his boy bits against Dan's not quite as good as putting it up his bum, but until Neil grows up it will do. What do you think?" Abi looked away uncomfortable at what was going on, feeling things were getting out of hand. Jenny looked mildly amused but in truth was not that interested in watching two boys together, certainly not boys as poorly endowed as her two relatives were anyway, shrugged indifferently. Neil looked badly embarrassed as his sisters discussed his shortcomings so openly he looked down at Dan who looked up at him, his eyes pleading with Neil to do something.
"No, this isn't right. You've gone too far Lisa, I'm telling".
The room fell silent save for the laboured gasps of Dan's breathing. As the faces of his sisters turned to face him Neil realised that it was he that had spoken up.
Lisa and Jenny were both astonished that their new little brother had defied his big sister, something even they would not do. For the past couple of months he had been a timid little mouse, unable and unwilling to argue with anyone, perhaps fearing that he would be taken back to the Orphanage, which had he known how his parents now loved him he should never have feared.
For a moment Lisa and Neil locked stares. Neil's heart beat rapidly as the tension built in the room. The other children looked on at the silent battle. Lisa though knew she was stuck. Despite her desire to punish her cousin she knew that her parents would be horrified at her actions tonight. And although she was nearly an adult and her parents treated her as one, nearly an adult did not cut it. Despite her age and job her parents still had the right to make her go around naked, spank her or start other more intimate activities. She had more to lose than Neil, who frankly would be facing those things every day all day whatever happened here tonight. 
Backing down she waved Neil over to Dan and ordered him to get his cousin out of the room and back to theirs before she changed her mind.
Jenny closed the door behind the boys. Dan supported by Neil limped painfully out of the girls' room and down the hall. Turning to Lisa she spoke. "Well Lisa seems that our little brother has shown who's boss hey?" her amusement clean.
Lisa's jaw clenched. "Jenny you must learn that what separates a boy from a girl is not what hangs between the legs but what sits between their ears" she tapped the side of her head. "Girls are more intelligent. As an intelligent woman I understand when its time to attack and time to back off. Back off and plan a suitable plan for payback. A suitably painful, humiliating and instructive payback. Let him enjoy his little victory sis, there's plenty of time for us girls to remind the boy just what his place is in this family".






The Little Orphan Boy Chapter 9
By Lee Davey
leedavey_1@lycos.com
copyright 2009 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 9 - For some reason immigration is no longer a problem in the UK...
Dan turned over and groaned in pain as his still swollen genitals grazed the sheets of the bed in which he lay.
Unbelievable he thought as he lay staring up at the ceiling. Had anyone asked him a week ago whether he would have cried and begged a pretty young girl to stop sucking his cock he would have laughed in their face.
After last night though that had changed; he had barely slept for a few hours in the night. The pain in his cock and balls keeping him awake. No, that was only partly true. The fact that his sister now had photos of him totally naked and splayed with his own cum was a bigger deal. He knew now that he was totally at the mercy of his sister and his evil cousins. Even the small chance that those pictures would find themselves onto the internet or at his school was too big a risk to take. No, he just had to bite his tongue concerning the humiliating events of the night before. 
Rising he noted that Neil had already left for breakfast. He looked over at where his briefs lay and decided to go commando today when his aching balls twitched a stab of pain once more. Instead he drew, slowly, a loose pair of jogging pants and T shirt on and followed his cousin down to breakfast.
"Finally, what kept you? Are you all right, you look flushed?"
Dan flushed at his mother's observation of his still dishevelled and limping appearance and muttered an "I'm OK" before sitting down gingerly at the breakfast table.
"Well now we're all here I have something to tell you kids" Nigel began addressing his two children. He paused for a second as he noted the quiet subdued faces on both of them as they shifted uncomfortably on their chairs. He had expected Abi to be quiet following her punishment yesterday, why Dan was also so quiet he was not so sure, perhaps sympathy pains for his sister he mused.
"I have been offered a job here in the UK which I have accepted" he began as his two children's faces fell further.
"As you know I have been unable to find a job back home in Boston for some time so we have no choice" turning he placed an arm around his wife.
"Your mother will be flying home to make the arrangements. Pay off the final utility bills, pack up our goods and have them shipped over here".
"But our schools, our friends, you can't do this Dad!!!" Abi burst out, tears at the corners of her eyes.
"I can and I have. Your mother will be flying home soon. Both of you will make new friends here, and we will enrol you at a local school when the new term starts and we have found somewhere here to live".
Abi and Dan looked aghast at each other at this news, as the words "new schools" permeated through to them. They looked over at Neil who sat naked eating his breakfast and watching the discussion with interest. Both the American children realised that a new school in the UK would mean more than just the usual problems of being the new kids at school. 
***
Nigel and Michael sat in the local pub slowly sipping their beers.
"So Tawnee got off OK then" Michael asked.
"Yes. No problems, with any luck she should be able to tie up the loose ends in Boston in 3 or 4 weeks".
"Did you talk to her about the children before she left?"
Nigel looked down at the half drunk beer before nodding his head slowly.
"Yes, she was not happy about but accepted that it had to be done if we are to make a life here, right?"
Michael hid his expression knowing that it would be a massive culture shock for the two American children. He thought back to his own children remembering that he and Victoria had agreed that Lisa was too old to start the Regime at her age, which was about the same age as Abi and Dan. Unfortunately for those two the original leeway that the Regime gave when it was being introduced had long since been removed. The truth was that for Abi and Dan now they were remaining in the UK they had to take part in the Regime, the exception for foreign tourists now no longer applied. 
"The medical officer has been arranged to turn up at 7:00 this evening to examine them before they start the Regime exercises" Michael advised, not mentioning to his brother the fee that had to be paid for this 'privilege'.
For some reason children did not immigrate to the UK much these days. After a few unfortunate incidents with oversized dildos and overenthusiastic parents the Regime authorities ordered that all new children had to be medically assessed to see what they could and could not initially cope with.
"You have told Abi and Dan? About tonight I mean" Michael continued after a moment.
"No, it would just worry them. Dan seems a bit quiet lately and Abi is still badly bruised and pained from her public caning".
"None of our children are the brightest in the world" Michael fairly pointed out, "and while I don't know your two's grade point average I'm fairly certain even they would notice some strangers coming in and intimately examining them, don't you?".
"Yes, but I'd rather wait until this evening after it is too late, then listen to them bitch and moan all afternoon, right?" Nigel countered.
"Fair point; fancy another while we wait then?" Michael motioned to his brother's now empty glass.
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Dan and Abi shared a quick glance as they sat watching the family television, their requests to go upstairs refused for some reason. There was definitely an atmosphere in the room. Every time either of them looked to their Dad he quickly looked away as if ashamed of something. Their Uncle and Aunt however both gave them mixed looks, 50% cold calculation, 50% pity, 100% impending trouble.
Neither of the two American children looked up as the door bell rang out, not sparing a look as their Aunt Victoria got up after sharing a look with her husband and brother-in-law before going to answer it.
"Abi, Dan come say hello to Mr Park and Miss Terry".
The two children looked up and a saw a man and a woman in their twenties walk into the room. Both were dressed in matching Blue medical scrubs. A stylized 'R' emblazoned on their shoulders. Each carried a black bag similar to a Doctor's bag. Each bag identical, save for a blue 'male' sign on the man's bag and a pink 'female' sign on the woman's.
Looking slightly ashamed Nigel turned to his two children.
"Err... well... errrr... I have arranged for these... Doctors... yes, Doctors to come and give you a check-up because... well because..."
Rolling her eyes Victoria took pity on her brother in law and took over the explanation waving Nigel silent.
"Dan, Abi, these people are from the Government. Now that you are staying in the country we need to give you a physical check up".
"Oh, they're from the NHS?" Abi's forehead creased as she tried to remember the name of the UK's socialised Government led health service.
Avoiding an outright lie Victoria nodded and repeated "As I said they're from the... Government".
Seeing that the introductions were done the Regime woman walked forward smiling.
"Hello my name is Tracy and this is Gary" she waved at her attractive partner.
"Abi I'll be examining you and Dan Gary will look after you. Now Mr Bellows, I mean the children's father" Tracy explained as both Nigel and Michael looked, "I believe you have some rooms ready for us to use".
"Yes, Abi can stay here and Victoria and her daughters can help you if needed. While to give Abi some privacy Dan and the men can go to the school room for Dan's examination".
"Good, good, well then sall we get started?"
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Dan looked around the schoolroom curiously as he walked in behind his Dad and this strange Doctor with his uncle and cousin following him. He had only been able to sneak an occasional look into the room before being chased away. The sounds of wood hitting flesh and more importantly flesh slapping into flesh had intrigued him as he stood outside imagining what his cousins were getting up to.
Dan was unconcerned at the thought of his upcoming medical, never being overly concerned with the rare visits to his doctor back home in Boston. He was slightly perturbed when his uncle and cousin followed him into the room but thought perhaps they just wanted Abi to have some privacy.
"Well Dan lets start with the basics, take your top off please".
Dan looked at the man in the blue medical clothes and the stethoscope he now held, extracted from the black bag he carried.
For a few minutes the man briefly examined Dan's chest checking his heart and breathing before tracing his hands alongside the boy's ribs and stomach. The trailing of his fingers over Dan's nipples perturbed the boy, but only slightly.
Leaving Dan, who still thought this was still just a somewhat unusual home visit by a doctor, Gary turned to Dan's father.
"Everything so far is fine, however now we must start the more intimate testing. Please remember that for non UK children this can be somewhat unpleasant initially. Therefore I may need your help" he waved not only at Nigel but also at Michael and Neil, before continuing. "Of course you do not have to help but Dan would then need to be taken into care..."
Nigel nodded solemnly, already knowing the fact that now he had registered his children as being resident in the UK that they became subject to the Regime and perhaps more importantly he could face prosecution for not raising them 'properly', or as 'properly' as the Regime dictated.
Dan looked at his father noting his look. The ominous words of this strange medical officer peculated through into his mind.
"Dad what does he mean 'taken into care'?"
"Quiet and behave Daniel, I mean IT.."
Daniel flinched back at his father's unusually harsh tone. He was unsure why he was being examined in the first place; he could understand his Dad asking for his sister to be examined after her caning, but he was fine. Why also the tone had suddenly changed was beyond him; he had not resisted, after all, it was only a check up.
"Dan I now need to examine your bottom half, so take those off please" Gary ordered the boy.
Dan suddenly remembered that due to his punished genitals he had elected not to wear any briefs.
"I'm not wearing any briefs" he pleaded meekly both to his father and to the 'Doctor'.
"Well that will save us some time then, won't it?" Gary replied offhandedly as he rummaged through his bag.
"Well, can't Neil at least leave - Pleassssse?" he wheedled.
"Don't be silly Dan, you have nothing he has not seen before, and you've seen his; you can see his now" Michael who had been silent until now spoke up, his hand reaching down and cupping his adopted son's small penis and balls and lifting them silently forward to illustrate Dan's hypocrisy.
Reluctant but without choice Dan lowered his jogging pants and pulling them off dropped them to one side. Standing up his hands covered his balls and still somewhat sore penis before understanding the look that the medical officer gave him he lowered them to his side, blushing pink in shame.
Gary brusquely moved over to the now naked boy and cupped his hairless testicles, carefully rolling first one then the other. With a small tape he carefully measured the small peanut testicles and then pulling the boys penis out straight he also
"He seems strangely sensitive down there, any idea why?" Gary quizzed the boy's father as Dan moaned at the doctor's manhandling of the boy's sore genitals.
Shrugging at Nigel's blank look he continued.
"Well, he is relatively small and undeveloped but well within the standard development range for a child his age" he informed the outraged boy's father as he turned Dan around so that now his bottom faced the assembled onlookers.
With a firm hand he pushed the boy into a bending over position, nudging the boy's legs wide apart causing the boy to almost topple forward, only Dan's outstretched hands on the floor preventing an accident.
Dan was red faced. Partly due to the embarrassment of having his small penis declared openly to his father, uncle and particularly his cousin; and partly because he knew what was coming next. Two years ago he had been badly constipated and the family doctor back in Boston had examined his bottom before administering a strong suppository. He had not been happy then, but nor was he unhappy understanding that it was just medicine being administered. However at that point he was 2 years younger and only his mother who had accompanied him had seen him nude.
"Aaarrrrrhhhh..." Dan groaned as he felt a thick finger push slowly into his anus and then begin rooting around in a big anal stretching circle.
Nigel watched as this strange Regime officer fingered his son's bottom, a slight hardening of his penis betrayed his fatherly thoughts. He was surprised at his reaction to the sight of his son being finger fucked in front of him.
When he had accepted the job his brother had warned him that his children would face such... activities. This fact had almost convinced him to turn the job down. But the unemployment rate in the US and his lack of choices meant that in truth he had no choice. Even when Michael advised him that he would need to 'train' his son and daughter he could not change his mind. He could only hope that Abi and Dan were strong enough to survive the change in their lives; he was not hopeful.
Dan felt his small penis harden as the man began to rub a certain spot in his bum continuously for a few seconds. Fortunately, before anything else even more embarrassing could happen the finger was quickly removed, his anus winking open for a few moments before his tight, nearly virginal opening closed shut.
Gary retracted his finger and examined the stained latex covered digit with slight disgust before carefully removing the gloves and putting them in a disposal box brought along for that purpose.
"Mr Bellow, your son is fine back there. His prostate is still small, but again appropriate for a boy of his age. However, his anal muscle seems a bit tight, which given his lack of training is to be expected. It does mean though that I will need to measure his anal dilation rate to see what size of dildo and penis he can currently accept" he clinically advised the shame faced father.
At the sound of 'anal dilation' Dan turned his head and gasped when he saw the strange British doctor pull out a huge black plug shaped object. Dan could see that at its tip it was barely the size of his penis but at its base it expanded in diameter to the size of a football. Along its length white lines measured the diameter of the plug. 
"What I need to do Mr Bellow's is to give your son a good deep enema and then insert this to check the maximum safe dilation of Daniels anus" Gary explained as he began to apply lubrication to the black plug.
"FUCK THAT..." Dan shouted scrabbling to his feet and making a run for the door. His father expecting this made to grab him, his hand slipping from his son's shoulder. Without pause he chased Dan down the corridor until he crashed into the back of his son who stood stock still staring into the front room.
Grabbing Dan by the shoulder firmly he looked past his son to see why he had stopped his escape. A lump rose in his throat and then to his shame in his pants. On the floor his young daughter lay spread-eagled naked, one arm held by her aunt the other by Jenny. What caught his attention was the sight of the female Regime officer briskly and deeply inserting a tapered dildo into his daughter's immature vagina. The white lines along the side of the dildo indicating that Abi was going through the process that Dan was soon to endure. A thin smear of blood which coated his daughter's thighs indicated that she was, or had been, a virgin. A mixture of pride and lust at this fact crossed his face. 
Abi looked up for a moment and began to cry as she saw her brother and father watching her humiliation.
At this Nigel pulled his son back to give his daughter some privacy and dragged the now unresisting boy back to his fate. Looking down at his son's erect penis he noted that Dan had reacted to the sight much, to his chagrin, as he had done.
Dan only started to struggle when the pair came to the door to the schoolroom.
"No, no please Dad, No" Dan pleaded and tried to struggle free.
Slappp. With his free hand Nigel landed an almighty smack to Dan's right butt cheek.
"Listen. If you don't behave and co-operate you will be taken into care, and trust me you do not want that." Nigel shook his son by his shoulder as the surprised boy looked on, a hand rubbing the red mark that now adorned his bottom.
"I know neither you nor Abi want to live here in the UK, not with what goes on here. But understand, we can't go back to the US. We have no money, there are no jobs for love nor money to be had, and my unemployment entitlement has expired" Nigel explained, a tear in his eye.
"But Dad, I don't want to have anything up my you know..." Dan trailed off.
"Daniel, comply, if not for me then for your sister and mother. They will be devastated if you are taken into care. And know this; whether it is done here tonight with love or by force tomorrow by strangers who don't care for you, you will be examined".
Dan slumped, sobbing quietly as Nigel walked him into the room.





The Little Orphan Boy Chapter 10
By Lee Davey
leedavey_1@lycos.com
copyright 2009 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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Chapter 10 - How many times a day!!!!
Gary had been busy. On the floor stood a moulded disposable bedpan. In one hand Gary held a large enema bulb.
Dan did not protest as Gary, with the help of his father, bent him over a desk. From the corner of his eye he saw Neil who gave him a comforting smile.
"Right Dan, I'm going to give you a special oil enema" Gary explained as he initially began to smooth some lubricating jelly into the boys now exposed anus.
"This oil will help clean you out inside in readiness for your internal examination".
Gary did not go into details of what the oil contained understanding that Dan was in little position to listen. Neil however recognised the oil and particularly its pungent aroma.
When he was in the orphanage all the children were given one of these weekly. The oil contained muscle relaxants that eased anal entry as well as made the child more biddable. Neil knew from experience though that the oil would burn inside and cause an immediate need to expel the liquid; Dan could only hope that he was not required to retain the enema for any period of time. Neil had been forced to keep one inside him for 5 minutes; initially the burning sensation caused him to beg for relief, until the solution caused him to feel limp, although the relaxant drugs in the solution did little to stop the dreadful burning. 
With a firm push Gary inserted the nozzle and squeezed the bulb expelling the solution deep into the boy's rectum. With a practised motion he swiftly withdrew the enema tube and plugged Dan's bottom with an anal plug to prevent the solution from being expelled to soon.
For a moment Dan thought that things were going to be all right. He had feared the enema, but the actual insertion was if anything quite pleasant, and the amount of stuff pushed into his bum was really not that much.
Owwww... Ohhhhh... Dan began to feel a heat building up inside his bottom. His insides felt like that time he had suffered from food poisoning. His lower intestines bubbled and complained and his bowels began to feel as if they were boiling.
With a lurch he attempted to stand, however Gary who knew full well the effect that the oil had on boys and girls bottoms was ready. With a strong hand he put his hand on the small of Dan's back and held the squirming boy down.
With his free arm he looked at his watch and watched the minutes tick away.
Dan for a moment thought he would die, as surely his bowels had been burnt to a crisp, slowly though another feeling began to overcome him. A listlessness flowed through him causing him to loosen and fall limp as the drugs in the oil did their work.
Dan realised that despite the fact that his bottom still burned terribly he could do nothing to protest.
Gary waited the full recommended 8 minutes before signalling Michael who stood nearest the bed pan to remove the cloth that covered it.
Using both hands he raised Dan up and walked him over to the now exposed bed pan. Motioning to the two watching adults he arranged for them to help Dan straddle the childish bed pan, his bottom still a foot from resting upon it.
Dan was mortified to be held so knowing that in a moment he would evacuate the enema in front of his uncle, dad and cousin. Despite this he could not seem to form the words to resist and sat limply. With a start he felt the strange Doctor reach under him and with a painful grab remove the anal plug that stoppered him.
As his uncle and Dad dropped him he sat down on the bed pan and felt the explosion of the oily messy liquid from his aching bottom.
For 5 minutes he sat upon the pan. Every now and then just when he felt that he could have nothing left inside him another small stream of oil would erupt causing him to flush in sham at the sounds and odours that emanated forth from his body.
Finally he was helped to stand and Gary helped clean and pat dry the boys now squeaky clean, inside and out, bottom.
Michael turned to his son who stood next to him and leaning down pecked him a kiss upon the lips and ordered him to empty the contents of the bed pan and dispose of it in the rubbish bins outside the house. With an affectionate slap on the hurrying boy's bottom he ordered him to hurry back as his aid would be required later on in the evening.
Dan found himself, head spinning as if drunk, laid upon the desk that doubled as the Bellows schoolroom teachers desk.
Looking to one side he saw his father approach and then taking an ankle in each head pull his legs back and over his head forcing his sore bottom up and open.
Nigel looked down at his son noting that slightly drug befuddled look upon his son's face. However, then his attention turned to Gary who had approached bearing the anal measuring dildo that had started this rumpus.
Nigel looked on with shock and then surprise as the man began to insert the thin tip of the dildo into his son's exposed orifice. Centimetre by centimetre the dildo entered his son's tight anus. With each move forward the boy's anal ring expanded. Gary carefully judged the tight whiteness of the anal muscle.
Hmmmm, perhaps a few more millimetres. There, any more and it could split; a surprisingly good accommodation size for a boy his age noted Gary as he wrote down the optimum maximum dildo size that Dan could accept when his Regime training started in earnest.
With a pull he retracted the dildo and assessed the elasticity of the anal ring as it remained open after the brutal insertion before it finally winked shut.
Dan was screaming inside. His still sore bowels were as nothing compared to the searing ripping pain that the massive, to his eye at least, dildo that raped his bottom caused. Fortunately for the watchers' eardrums the muscle relaxant drugs prevented little more than a moan to escape his lips.
"It's over right" Nigel asked anxiously, concern for his suffering son writ clear on his face.
"Almost done, only the long lasting contraceptive to be administered and I'll be able to write up Dan's" he waved at the prostate boy who lay on the table, legs sprayed wide, a thin dribble of drool coming from one side of his mouth, "Regime training plan for his 1st month".
Nigel nodded in relief. The entire purpose of Gary and his female counterparts visit here, at this thought he shuddered at the thought of what Abi would be going through, was to assess these novice American children and set out what Regime exercises would be suitable and would get them up to speed so to speak in the world of the Regime. The second equally important reason was for the administering of the long lasting contraceptives that would prevent any pregnancy issues until the antidote was administered when the children became adults. 
"So just an injection then" Nigel asked.
The Regime Assessor looked at the man in surprise.
"Well I suppose you could give the contraceptive by means of a simple injection, or even a pill come to think of that.
"However that is hardly in keeping with the Regime ethos now is it. Remember, children must be educated. The first step to educating a child is to remind them that they are nothing save that which they are permitted to be".
Nigel looked blankly at this somewhat cryptic statement. Both Michael and Neil recognised it as one of the founding 'statements' of the Regime. In essence it meant that a child must always be treated as a child, and a means of doing that is by regressing them to a basic state of powerlessness through sexual and physical discipline.
In Dan's case it means that given a choice, a simple pill or injection should not be expected.
Gary pulled out a thin plastic wrapped tube. Breaking the sterile covering he extracted a long thin hollow tube and clinically wiped the tube and Dan's penis with a strong smelling antiseptic spray.
"You see" he began "we found that the direct insertion of the contraceptive drugs into the bladders of girls and boys reminded them that their bodies are solely controlled by their parents, and other adults.
"It is an important lesson for every child to learn that adults decide what goes in and what comes out of their bodies.
"Actually these drugs could be more efficiently delivered by depot injection but there are other concerns which make urethral delivery the preferred method".
Neil groaned in horror as he saw the device. He had not experienced the insertion of such a tube before. His own testicles not being capable of producing sperm there was as yet no need for him to be 'contracepted'. However he knew well enough how the process worked from when a Doctor had come around to the Orphanage and had administered the contraceptive drugs to the dozen boys and girls who were reaching the fertile years of puberty. 
Those children's screams as the drugs were pumped up their dicks and vaginas still frightened him today when he thought of it.
Dan felt Gary's hand tug his small willy up and out. With a horror he felt a small prick of pain on the centre of the hole in his penis. The hole that his pee pee cam out when he went to toilet. Until today he could not conceive of anything going up there.
Despite the drugs a loud groan bubbled from his lips as inch by inch the catheter seared its way up his penis before it lodged into his bladder. Hmmmm, thought Gary, obviously the relaxant drugs are starting to wear off. A pity, for Dan anyway. It would have gone easier for him had the drugs lasted longer. Turning back to the job at hand he clipped the tube shut to prevent any leakage. Gary began assembling a large syringe, filling it with a thick viscous white liquid.
Nigel turned his head in shame. Shame that he was letting this happen to his son. Shame that this was only happening because he had lost his job. And shame that this was only the beginning of the indignities that his son and daughter faced, indignities that he, and if she returned from the USA, his wife would have to inflict.
"I'm sorry, I can't watch any more" with a sob Nigel turned and left the room.
Michael patted the sweating and writhing Dan reassuringly on the shoulder, admiring the boys boyish form and dainty genitals, which reminded him of his own son's cute package.
Michael nodded to Gary to administer the contraceptives knowing that this had to be done.
Gary pressed down on the syringe plunger gently watching intently as the white fluid traversed the tube before entering into the small shaft of the boy. Ignoring the increasing groans of Dan he ensured the full amount flowed into the boy's bladder.
When the syringe was empty he removed it and once more clipped the tube shut to ensure the drugs were fully absorbed.
"OK we need to allow 10 minutes for the drugs to be absorbed. While we're waiting I can set out Daniel's initial training requirements. Now remember failure to follow this plan may result in Daniel being taken into care and the parents of the boy facing prosecution for child abuse."
"I know, I do have 4 children myself you know" Michael hooked an arm around Neil and hugged the nude boy in close. His hand dropping from the boys shoulder and cupping a butt cheek affectionately.
"I'm sure" Gary smiled at the father and his son, "but I have to tell you, it's the rules. Of which I really should tell to the boy's father".
A few minutes later Nigel entered the room following his brother, his composure once more regained but threatened when he saw Dan still laying on the table a tube poking from the end of his small cock.
Having warned Nigel as to the law Gary went on to explain the upcoming fate of the naked boy that lay between them.
"Right, Mr Bellow's I'm all done. I'll remove the catheter in a moment and then I recommend that Dan be put to bed. He has had a rather full evening" Gary masterfully understated.
"But first I need to go through the boy's training plan.
"The boy is physically fine. Rather small genitally but within the normal developmental range for his age group.
"His anus is resilient and the good news is that it is of sufficient size to accept an average grown man's penis. He may complain that it hurts, and it probably will, but that is not important, it won't physically harm him so feel free to enjoy the boy whenever you feel appropriate".
Nigel tried to look outraged but for some reason the thought intrigued him. He was not gay, let alone attracted to his own son physically. However he had always dreamed of having anal sex, a dream his wife resolutely continued to refuse. A refusal that may no longer be an issue he considered before realising what he was thinking. 
"Given that the boy is tight back there, he really needs to be loosened up before starting school in the new academic year. Remembering the average school teacher does not necessarily have the time to take things slow and easily, especially with a class of 30 or so to deal with." Gary paused for a moment before continuing, "so for Daniel's own sake he will need to be buggered three times a day for the next 10 days. After this then the normal 2 or 3 times a week will be more than adequate.
"Orally I doubt as an American teenager he will have much experience of orally pleasuring girls let alone boys. Therefore he will need to practice cunnilingus at least once a day and give a blow job once a day as well."
Nigel waved frantically "3 times a day, that is impossible."
Neil agreed with his uncle, his own botty hole flinching at the thought of being fucked three times a day.
"Three times a day is impossible for any man" Nigel continued his concern apparently being for his own physical well being.
Michael boomed laughter which was joined in by Gary, both highly amused at the man's naivety.
"No brother, you won't need to do the job yourself of course."
"No, don't be silly, you'll have a heart attack" Gary joined in.
"No Nigel, remember I'll be here, as will Victoria. Not to mention the three children will be expected to do most of the leg work" Michael explained.
"Yes, normally parents will have the children meet each others needs most of the time. Parents are expected to occasionally participate, possibly as a treat, for the child.
"And strap-on's and dildos are in little danger of being worn out so to speak. You see most anal penetration is done by small hand held dildos, which is much easier. A good buggering by a boy's father is only expected say once a week. Of course a son's bottom and mouth belong to his father so you can use them as much as you wish. Or should I say as much as you are capable of." 
Nigel nodded, silently relieved. While he was becoming more attracted to the idea of sleeping with his son and daughter, especially since his wife would be out of the country for a month or so, he was under no illusions of his endurance.
"Now I assume a boy his age has wanked himself silly by now, is that right" Gary asked.
"I don't know" Nigel admitted.
"Yes, he masturbates Sir" Neil piped up.
"And how do you know" Michael asked.
"Well, with have been sharing a room for several nights Dad" Neil quickly lied, anxious that his Dad not query him to far in case the events of the night before when Dan was abused by his cousins came out.
Accepting that as being reasonable Michael nodded to Gary to continue.
"Now this may sound strange but Dan should be put in a chastity belt".
"I thought the Regime was all about boy's penises being exposed and used" Nigel asked, echoing Michael's confused look.
"True, but Dan here is used to his penis being his personal property, and as a means of giving him pleasure. He must be disabused of that notion. A man's penis is for his pleasure; a boy's penis is for his parents use.
"So while he should have at least a daily orgasm, to keep his pipes running, this orgasm should be under the control and direction of an adult, or a child if the adult so wishes. Soon Daniel here will learn that an orgasm is a privilege, not a right.
"I have a chastity device designed for small boys such as Daniel here. If you strap him in Daniel will soon learn to comply with your every directions should he wish to express his boy milk.
"Once you have established full control over your son's orgasms the chastity belt can come off. Normally it takes 6 to 8 weeks before a child learns his place."
Shaking the two adults hand and ruffling Neil's hair, Gary made to leave reminding them that Daniel and Abi will need to attend a Saturday school for a check up in 3 weeks time.
As the three men left the room they were met by the female Regime officer Tracy and Victoria. In between them stood a red faced Abi. The blood on her thighs had been cleaned up her father noted, his eyes drawn to his young daughter's now red and puffy cunny. Completely hairless he noted. Had he attended his daughters public caning he would have queried where the few sparse hairs she had had gone. The fact being that each of those hairs had been painfully pulled from the roots by Tracy when Victoria, having examined her niece's vagina, had remarked that she either preferred a full bush or bare.
Victoria smiled at her husband and then turned to her brother in law waving a piece of paper. "The good news is everything's fine with Abi. She is also a virgin which I'm sure you're glad to hear. Although to be honest that is not going to last long. Certainly not once she starts her Regime training; you would not credit how often Tracy here recommends Abi gets serviced a day..." 





The Little Orphan Boy Epilogue
By Lee Davey
Comments welcome at leedavey1000@gmail.com
copyright 2010 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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Epilogue
"This House will now come to order".
The crowded committee room quieted down at the voice of the elderly old man who sat at the centre of the high desks that formed themselves in a semi circle.
Looking first to his right and then to his left the old man nodded at the 11 other members seated alongside him.
"This Health, Education, Labor & Pensions standing committee is now in Session" looking down the gentleman who must have been 80 searched myopically through his papers until finally finding what he was looking for.
"Today we will take evidence from Mr Daniel Bellows and Miss Abigail Bellows on the use of unusual and controversial child teaching methods by the Government of the United Kingdom. Especially in light of the increased number of US children living in the UK".
The two named witnesses sat at the witness table. The young man named Daniel was about 19 years of age, and dressed in a new but ill fitting suit, a small neatly trimmed moustache still attempting to grow on his youthful upper lip.
Next to him an attractive woman of 18, his sister Abigail, sat demurely. Her clothes were dark and plainly cut, yet her attractive physique could not be hidden as she drew many an admiring look from the various officials who lined the walls.
"Last week we heard from the ACLU how such treatment is inhumane and barbaric. Today we have invited two US citizens who as children were taken by their parents to the UK. As adults they have returned to the US and have agreed to share their experiences with this committee".
Dan and Abi shared a glance of reassurance, both not sure how they now found themselves facing the Senate. 2 short months ago just a few weeks after Abi turned 18 the two had quickly and quietly left their parents home in the UK and using the small amount of money they had saved purchased an air ticket back to Boston, turning up at their grandparents home asking for shelter. 
The decision to leave their parents was hard, but for 6 long years they endured the rigours of the Regime, and once they were able they decided to seek sanctuary back in their homeland to seek escape from the hell they had found themselves in.
"Mr Bellows" Dan turned realising that the preliminaries had finished and looked respectfully at the senior Senator for Maine who now addressed him.
"I understand that you and your sister first entered this "Regime process" when you were 13 and 12? I would be grateful if you could inform the committee of your experiences of the the Regime is?"
Dan dreaded this moment where he would have to go through the events of the previous 6 years in public. It had been his grandparents decision.
Having listened to the tales there two grandchildren told them after turning up on their doorstep. They had insisted that the ACLU was told, knowing that the American Civil Liberties Union had long campaigned against the Regime.
A distaste magnified when mutterings were heard amongst the political classes that perhaps it would be no bad thing to introduce the Regime into the USA.
The ACLU hit upon the plan of presenting the two young adults as an example of the horrors of the Regime and had persuaded the Senate committee investigating the matter to allow them to give evidence.
Dan paused for a moment considering the question before replying. "The best way Sir of explaining about the Regime is to offer you some examples of what we were put through" Dan patted his sister on the shoulder and receiving the Senators permission started his story.
"I was 13 when I was inducted into the Regime. This was when my Dad had got a job, so we were going to stay in the UK.
After it became clear we were staying the authorities required us to enter a training program to get us up to speed before joining the mainstream classes in school. Those first days, they were the worst days......." Dan broke off for a second.
Looking around he could see Abi had shut her eyes, while the Senators, their aides, the TV crews and the many visitors who crowded the room looked on in rapt attention.
"It was after a couple of days, to allow me to heal from the initial Regime examination, that...that my families attentions began, and Abi and I entered the Regime for real."
Nigel rubbed his hands attempting to dry the sweat that covered them. His brother Michael stood alongside him, two work friends of his a few steps further behind.
Nigel knew that this day would come. The day when he would need to induct his son onto the Regime properly. It was with reluctance that he had agreed to allow his sister-in-law and his nieces to handle Abi's initial training, finally agreeing that as a girl it was probably best to let them handle her introduction to the Regime gently. 
However as for Dan, that was by broad acknowledgement a fathers job. Michael had made the arrangements for tonight.
He had obtained the assistance for the night of two colleagues both fathers of teen boys, and fully versed in 'training' boys. There presence was because Michael explained that if they were not careful a father may take it too 'easy' on a boys bum, and in the long term that would do the boy no favours.
Nigel looked through the half open door into his sons bedroom examining his son as the boy sat naked perched on the end of his bed.
His cousin Neil sat opposite putting away the pot of thick greasy lubricant he had just used on Dan back to its usual position on the bedside table.
Nigel had felt his penis hardening as he wayched his nephew grease up his sons anus, as the boys father had ordered him too.
It was clear by the sympathetic look on the boy to see that Neil knew what was going to happen to his cousin. Given this and knowing he could not stop it Neil had done his best to ease Dan's night ahead. This he achieved by thoroughly stuffing as much lube into the boys hole as possible, knowing from other boys he talked to, that after a few hours of bum fucking every bit of lube up there would be a blessing. 
That of course did not stop Dan from whining when he heard his uncle tell Neil what to do. And it did not stop him whining even more when his cousins fingers began probing and loosening his tight bottom.
With a nod to the other three men Nigel walked briskly into the room noting the scared look that his son shot as he saw the 4 men stride in.
"Evening Dan I hope your feeling better down there" Nigel pointed between his sons thighs before continuing without waiting for a reply. "As you know you need to be ..... broken in before going to school next month. Your uncle and his friends have agreed to help, isn't that nice of them?"
Dan sat still, an uncomfortable drizzle of cold lubricant slowly oozing down his butt crevice making him shift slightly, but refusing to meet his fathers eye.
"Well son I know this may be a little awkward at first but its for your own good" Nigel continued "be a brave little boy and bend over the end of the bed and I'll try to make this as nice for you as possible." Nigel tried to reassure the boy who still failed to respond.
Michael put out a restraining hand to his brother and mouthed that it was time for plan B, Nigel reluctantly agreed knowing that it really would have been better for his son to be a willing participant, but also knowing that his son would have to participate come what may.
At Michael's nod the two men leapt forward and quickly grabbed the 13 year old boy by his arms and hauled him to his feet to stand in front of his father.
"Now son" Nigel began as he unbuckled his trouser belt and began to undress "You know the Doctor's have said that your big enough now to be fucked" Dan opened his eyes in surprise to hear his father use such language but quickly shut them as he saw that his father, and his uncle, were now fully naked both casually fondling their, to Dan's eyes, penises slowly erect. 
"The Doctors said that a boy of your age and physique can easily withstand anal sex with grown men. And should have anal sex at least 3 times a week, in order to loosen you up for your schooling. Now show these nice English men how a brave American can take some mild discomfit son."
The two men manhandled the limp Dan towards the end of his bed and with a strong grip bent the boy over his chest flat against the bed, arms held firmly down, and bottom presented to his father.
Nigel advanced and nudged his sons feet until they were some 3ft apart causing his sons tight butt cheeks to separate showing the boys tight anus still slowly oozing with light orange coloured lube.
With slow strokes he pushed his cock up and down his sons crevice coating it with lube before using a hand to line the head of the penis against his sons hole.
Just for a second he paused. A few weeks ago he would never have considered doing what he was about to do. Yet the Government said that this was right and just, the medical professionals that it was right and necessary, and he could see that children in the UK were better behaved and were performing better than the children of almost any other country. 
No he steeled himself this was right, this had to be done, he loved his son too much to fail him. With a groan he pushed, the glans of his penis straining against his sons muscles until it popped through the muscle wall of his sons bottom.
Victoria looked up as she heard the scream from the adjoining bedroom. It went on for a good 10 seconds before suddenly ending. Wincing in sympathy for her nephew she returned her attention to fixing the 8 inch training strap on, designed especially for breaking in little girls vaginas, securely around her waist.
Looking over at the bed she nodded approvingly at the scene. Abi was tied to the bed her wrists and ankles tied to the four corners by lengths of fabric. Her middle daughter Jenny laid between her 12 year old cousins legs. Her tongue alternately lapping up and down the girls cleft and then gently sucking the small clit that just peeked up from the girls puffy girl parts. Victoria had to admit that she agreed with the girls teachers she did indeed show excellent oral skills. 
Victoria could not tell whether Abi was enjoying the work her cousin was putting in, probably not knowing the girls immature American view of sex, she conceded.
Her youngest daughter was the reason for her uncertainty. Katie's 8 year old frame knelt over Abi's head. The young girl was grinding her face into Abi's face leaving, much to Abi's disgust and Victoria's motherly pride, a thin trail of slime from chin to nose.
Judging that Abi was as ready as she would ever be she barked a command at her two daughters who immediately leapt up and stood aside as their mother moved to lay atop her cousins body. Lining up the large bulbous head she flexed her muscled buttocks and drove the strap on a good 4 inches into the girls tight cleft with one firm painful stroke. Learning from the goings on next door she stopped the violated girls scram by the simple expedient of kissing her deeply her tongue driving deep into the child's mouth.
Dan arched his back as his father drove deep into him. His bottom felt as if it had been ripped open his fathers cock, despite the lube, feeling like sandpaper as it ground back and forth in his bowels.
To his relief he heard his father calling out that he was cumming as a burst of red hot cum hit his bowels, the sensation making him want to empty his bowels in shock, a sensation that redoubled as his father drew his penis from his now red and open bottom with an embarrassingly loud plop.
Dan lay there breathing heavily glad that finally that his ordeal was over. Turning his head to one side he could see by the bed side clock that he had been raped by his father for a little under 5 minutes, although he would have sworn that it was hours.
"Well done there brother. O.K. Then my turn".
Dan went rigid at the sound of his uncles voice a slow realisation coming over him that his evening was far from over. To one side he saw his young cousin kneeling between his dad's cock and beginning to lick the dirty penis clean, ready for round two provided courtesy of NHS provided erection drugs. Turninng further he could also see the grin on one of the men still holding him down a monstrously large erection awaiting his first turn. 
Then he felt a burning agony as his uncle without warning drove its full length into his sore and brutalised hole.
There was a deathly silence in the room as the Senators looked on a mixture of disbelief and shock on their faces.
"You mean to tell me that your parents raped you?" a female senator asked breaking the silence.
Abi stood "No they did not rape us." she replied.
"but your brother just said?"
"No what I mean is that in the Regime a parent cannot rape their child. It's just not legally possible. Sex between parents is not illegal it is a parents duty."
The Chairman cleared his throat "I see, is there anything else you want to add?"
Abi nodded "Well all that Dan just told you about was just to get us ready for school. With your permission I feel it would be instructive for you to hear about our first few days."
Seeing the nod of permission she continued.
Abi was surprised as she and her brother got out of their dad's new car. All the school children who streamed past them into the school were dressed. Admittedly some of them wore rather revealing clothes but were naked as such.
Auntie Victoria who sat up front next to her father noted the two children's look and smiled. "England is to cold to have children go naked most of the time. Normally your only expected to be naked indoors or when it is high summer. Of course when you start school you normally put your outdoor clothes in a locker so you can be nude and free to learn why at school."
Abi expected to hear that she would have to be nude at some point today, yet the confirmation of this still caused her stomach to churn in trepidation.
For the last month she had been having sex at least 3 times a day. If it wasn't her uncle or father mounting her at any hour of the day or night. It would be one of her cousins using their fingers or a dildo, slowly opening up the American girls previously tight openings.
In the beginning it had been so bad that she had taken to using a water bottle filled with cold water to ease the constant soreness between her legs.
Recently though it had been better, for her at least, she still knew her brother found anal penetration painful. Thank God I have not had to endure that she shuddered, the worst I have had was a few straying fingers and tongues creping up there by 'accident'.
Entering the school they found themselves ushered into the Headteachers office by a kindly looking school secretary. A few minutes later the Headteacher arrived entering the room and greeting her father and aunt. Abi studied the headteacher for a moment surprised. She had expected some brutish middle aged man keen on raping and beating the school children, as if jumped from the pages of some Dickensian novel. 
In this case the headteacher was a woman who appeared in her early thirties at most. Attractive her brown hair tied in a loose bun on her head, she looked no different than any office worker or professional woman you would pass in the street.
Abi turned her head at the sound of her name to find that the headteacher was proffering her hand to be shaken in greeting.
"Good morning Abigail my name is Miss Boscombe I am the headteacher here. I understand that you and your brother will be joining us from this term?"
Abi blushed and took the head managing to stammer a yes yo the attractive but stern woman , in answer to the question.
Miss Boscombe smiled and turned to her father "I see here that the Regime officials say that both of them have made sufficient progress to join main stream schooling. Good...good, a first day at school is a nervous enough day for any child, let alone with any...lets say little surprises awaiting them."
Abi and Dan watched as their father completed the paperwork and kissed both of them goodbye. Alone now Miss Boscombe smiled at the two children.
"Come now Daniel, Abigail, let me show you where you lockers are then I'll take you to your new classes."
Miss Boscombe noted the two children's apprehensive looks and took them by a hand as she led them down the corridor.
"Now children I know until recently that you lived in the US. Yes we do things differently here but just remember every teacher in this school does the job because they want to help children learn. Children here are the same as children all over the world. So remember behave, apply yourself, and make friends and it will be just like going to school in America....Aaa yes, here are your lockers."
Abi and Dan stood there for a moment looking at each other unsure what was expected of them.
"Well get undressed then, quickly now as soon as your in school you put your clothes in here until home time."
Miss Boscombe watched approvingly at the two pupils as they undressed noting that both appeared of average build and development. That's good she thought its always good to be average you don't need the added pressures of being an early or late developer in a new school.
Reaching down she carefully rolled the boys testicles and lightly stroked his penis before undertaking a quick examination of the girls cleft, and then a rather more painful tweaking of the girls nipples.
This was a habit she had with all her charges a practice she employed for no other reason than to reinforce the message that a child's body was freely available to any appropriate adult.
"Wait" a fair haired middle aged Senator asked Abi, "You mean to say that you are required to be nude in school at all times, even in a mixed school?" the latter seeming even more incredible to him if his tone was any measure.
"Indeed Sir. I believe the Regime claims that it means that children have no hang ups about their bodies and equally do not spend all day day dreaming about members of the opposite sex" Abi explained. "I have to admit it is true. If the entire class is naked then it is no longer a big deal. After all you've seen one boy's willy you've seen them all."
A burst of laughter rang through the audience causing Abi to blush realising what she had just said to the assembled Senators.
Banging the gavel the chairman finally obtained order and with a kind smile asked Abi to continue her evidence.
"The nudity as I said was not that big a deal after you got used to it. However what happened to me and Dan at the school assembly later that day I will never forget.. You see what happened was...." Abi fail silent her voice breaking.
Dan silently hugged her and continued.
Dan sat on the hard cold plastic chair and looked around at the hundreds of other children who sat in serried rows around him. Craning his neck he could just see Abi a couple of rows in front of him and recognised the face of his older cousin Jenny who sat a few rows behind him. The children were arrayed in rows according to age the youngest 11 year old's right in front while at the back sat the 18 year old young men and women, who while they were adults to Dan's eyes were still counted children in the Regimes eyes.
Dan sat quietly as Miss Boscombe run through some routine school matters, which allowed Dan to seek some looks at some of the prettier girls, particularly some of the 14 and 15 year old girls who were quite well endowed for their age.
"Daniel and Abigail Bellows please come up here and introduce yourselves."
Dan started at his name and saw that the Headmistress was beckoning him to come forward to the stage at the front where she stood behind a lectern. Still not comfortable being nude the last thing he wanted to do was to stand naked in front of 600+ strange children. Yet remembering the state of his sisters bottom when she was caned for theft, and remembering the words of warning concerning disobedience at school given by his cousins he reluctantly complied.
As Dan walked along the line and made his way up to the elevated stage where Miss Boscombe stood. He could feel 600 pairs of eyes watch him making him ever so self conscious of his small penis as it swayed from side to side.
Miss Boscombe arranged the two new pupils at the front of the stage resting a hand on the head of Abi in a comforting gesture she addressed the assembled teacher and pupils.
"I would like to introduce Daniel and Abigail two new students say hello people."
A chorus of half hearted hellos came from some of the children as they looked at the newcomers, they knew what was to happen next while some were looking forward to it most found it boring.
"Now as you know children this school is proud of its friendly atmosphere and active student participation. I would like you all to introduce yourself in the traditional method. So lets start wit form 1A then."
Dan exchanged a worried look with Abi feeling in the air that something was about to happen, something more than just a handshake. A feeling enhanced by the fact that Miss Boscombe stood behind Abi her hands now firmly holding the girl still, while another teacher had quietly moved behind Dan.
The first child to arrive was an 11 year boy who stood in front of Dan and lisped, "Welcome" and then reached out with his hand and gently stroked Dan's small penis before moving onto Abi.
The teacher had prevented Dan from backing away as the young boy reached towards him.
"We find that this helps break the ice with new children. After this all the children will know who you are and there be no silly modesty issues" the teacher whispered into his ear as the next child, as this time a sweet blue eyed girl introduced herself with a gentle caress.
Dan was acutely embarrassed as child after child came up and fondled his penis, yet if he was honest it was not too unpleasant. The boys barely touched him, just enough to assuage the watching eyes of the teachers, and the girls touches were if anything enjoyable, he was after all a 13 year old boy.
By now the line had moved quickly and the children coming up were around 12 or 13. At this stage Dan began to realise a potential problem, well a problem other than the fact that already some 90 strange children had wanked him, no this problem was likely to be even more embarrassing. Hearing his sisters quicker breathing it was clearly a problem that she shared.
After 30 or so touches his penis had responded as inevitably it would, the blood filling and raising his flaccid penis up to a 45 degree angle. This did not seem to faze the children touching the willy clearly to them there was little difference in touching the new kids penis whether it was hard or soft.
No it was Dan who was having a problem. He could feel the relentless touches beginning to build an orgasm within him, and given the breathing of his sister and the fact that the more recent children were wiping their fingers dry of her juices after running their fingers through Abi's cleft in her greeting, she too was approaching an orgasm. 
It was going to happen he realised and soon. Oh no he thought as he saw that the next half a dozen in line were all boys. It eventually happened when a fat spectacled kid rubbed his shaft Dan groaned and let fly with a spurt of white cum which splattered the arm of the boy.
The unfortunate boy gave a "Yuck" of disgust and dabbed away the offending boy juice from his skin. Shooting Dan an evil look, as if this was all his fault and he was not the victim somehow, the fat boy with all the dignity a fat 13 year old cum stained by could manage ignored the laughs of his classmates and moved over to explore Abi's dripping girl parts.
Dan's face was bright red and he did not acknowledge the next boy in line as he felt his hand touch Dan's spent penis. Dan then immediately then realised another problem, the gentle stroke of the boy felt like fire. His penis still sore and aching in its post orgasmic state, a penis that felt real pain as it was continually stimulated by hand after hand.
Dan attempted to struggle away from the now painful wanking strokes but the teacher expecting this held Dan firmly forward, ensuring he could not avoid the continued 'greetings'.
To Dan's horror it became clear that the boys and girls who continued to troop up to him were aware of what he was going through as they now took time to make sure their strokes were stronger and longer than before, taking obvious childish delight in increasing Dan's torment.
The pain continued as once again his penis hardened, his penis only gaining some slight relief when Abi groaned out a loud orgasm. An orgasm that caused a cheer to run among the waiting children, as following this most of the children only quickly touched Dan's sore pee pee, anxious to finger the now very sore and tired 12 year old American girl.
Dan endured his second dribbling cum around the 400 students number with Abi crying out an anguished orgasm that sounded more like pain than pleasure soon after.
Dan's final cum was at the hands of an outstandingly beautiful 18 year old girl who managed to coax a dry orgasm from Dan despite the fact that Dan's penis by now spotted a small abrasion on the tip of the glans that caused agonising pain at each touch. The stunning smile the girl bestowed upon the boy and the quick peck on the cheek, almost making up for the agonising emptiness of his his now drained balls 
Soon the last of the children walked past and Dan and Abi were given 5 minutes to compose themselves.
As the other teacher returned to their respective classes the teacher who had supported Dan through the last ½ hour of abuse began wiping both him and Abi down with some form of alcohol infused wet wipe. The feel of the burning alcohol causing a hiss of pain from both children as it soaked into their raw and abraded genitals.
"Miss Boscombe these two should be ready to go back now" the teacher called to the Head as he scrunched up the wipes and threw them into a nearby bin.
"Good, good what classes are they due at?" Miss Boscombe asked.
"Abi has maths, and Dan I believe has beginners mutual masturbation" the teacher answered.
"Ohhh, that's unfortunate timing for you Daniel" Miss Boscombe gave a sympathetic smile at the boy.
"Well remember Dan, that Miss Doone is a stickler for effort in her classes, so no slacking off just because of this meet and greet. A boy your age should be capable of multiple cums so there is really no excuse".
The Senators paused as Dan finished his tale and sat back awaiting the inevitable questions.
"Was this an ordinary day in a Regime school?" one Senator finally asked as the silence in the room stretched uncomfortably for the two embarassed witnesses.
"Not the introduction event, that was a one off obviously. But we would be fuc... have sex with fellow pupils and occasionally teachers almost every day" Dan answered truthfully.
"And when I turned 16 one of the teachers made me a class monitor. That meant that in addition to my lessons I was expected to meet any of his...you know personal needs. It was supposed to be something of an honour as he took a special interest in my Regime development if you know what I mean."
The Chair waved off the original Senators attempt at a follow up question and looked at them.
"We've almost finished this evidence session now and you have been fantastically helpful to us, Daniel Abigail the Senate thanks you for that, but there are a couple of questions if you don't mind.
Would you say you suffered in the Regime, mentally physically?"
Well Sir yes the physical punishment hurts, but it was no stricter for most children than a southern child would expect in the Bible belt. But the emotional side? Well speaking for myself" Dan answered, "It was more the fact that Abi and I started half way through the Regime rather than from a baby that caused problems. UK children know no different it would be inconceivable for them not to have sex with their parents, relatives or at school. And any child embarrassed at being nude in public would be sent to a child Psychiatrist as obviously there is something wrong with them.
In all honesty UK children seem happier, and better behaved than US children.
I know that sounds strange but its true. Would I want any of my children to go through it? I honestly don't know".
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The Chairman of the committee sat in his office sipping bourbon from a fine crystal tumbler, turning the tumbler he caught the light musing as he watched the lights dance through his drink.
"Well John what do you think, should we advise the President to go for it?".
His colleague and fellow Senator put down his drink and paused before answering. "Yes, I think we should. There are 85 million US children. None of them can read or write properly following the collapse of our education system. Most are obese and those who are not are only thin because they're on drugs. Something has to be done. Damn any wishy-washy bleeding heart liberal who says otherwise". 
The Chairman smiled as he thought of his grandchildren Adam aged 7 and Melanie aged 11. Throughout today's testimony he imagined himself 'assisting' his precious grandchildren with their education, all for their own good of course, and he admitted it felt right.
"Yes John I believe your right. The Regime should be introduced into the USA. Yes just what we, I mean our children deserve".

    

The Little Orphan Boy