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BIBLE SCHOOL SPANKINGS (M/g, F/g, nc, spank, pedo, oral, anal)
   It was a low modern building surrounded by corn fields, invisible from
the nearest road and served by a single lane access track.  The locals in
the small town thirty miles away knew little of it, other than some local
merchants who had very good accounts supplying provisions there.  It would
have surprised most people to know that over forty girls from the ages of
eight to twelve resided there permanently in what was described to any
official who might enquire as a Church Foundation Bible School.
   The school was one of a number of such institutions scattered around,
known only to a few committed pastors and populated through their personal
recommendations.  It was unclear how the schools were funded, but the
foundation that ran them never seemed short of money.  Young girls, no
older than nine-years-old, who were a burden on their parents, were sent
there; the pastors ensuring that the parents were glad to see the back of
them.  Then, through a number of deceitful legal transactions, it was as
though the girls officially ceased to exist.
   The building was part school, part prison.  All windows were barred and
all doors double locked.  The ten staff charged with the girls' care and
education were careful with security; they had a lot to protect. 
Hand-picked by the shadowy foundation that ran the school, they all had had
a penchant for the strict discipline of children prior to their
appointment, often as a result of their own strict childhood punishments.
The foundation nurtured and supported this behaviour by enshrining it as
the rightful discipline that the children in their care required.  In
addition to the staff were ten `big girls'.  In their late teens these
girls were drawn from the foundation's institutions and had been trained in
childcare and basic teaching.  The `big girls' were selected on the basis
of having demonstrated `exceptional disciplinary aptitude'.  Staff knew the
signs to watch out for in their little charges; getting others into trouble
in return for being allowed to watch their long private punishment
sessions; gleefully assisting teachers in the punishment of their peers,
often intimately sexual punishment; red faces, sparkling eyes and a
shortness of breath whilst watching their peers being punished, often
accompanied by surreptitious masturbation.  The `big girls'' had the
opportunity to punish the smaller children in any way they saw fit,
something they always took to like ducks to water.
   It was around 10:00 PM and a dark night outside the school.  Only dim
background lighting illuminated dormitory 4A.  Each small dormitory held
four girls.  The dormitories were furnished simply with four cot-like beds,
a chest of drawers with one drawer for each girl and one double-door
wardrobe which they shared.  The walls of each dormitory were quite bare
apart from a single hook from which the favourite spanking implement of
that dormitory's monitor hung.  Each dorm had one of the big girls
allocated as its monitor; her job was to ensure absolute obedience from the
girls in her dorm.  She had complete reign over the girls and was free to
spank them as much as she liked and to use them in anyway she saw fit. 
Dormitory 4A's monitor was a strong athletic nineteen-year-old called
Alice. Hanging from the hook on the wall in dormitory 4A was a huge
foot-long rectangular heavy wooden paddle through which multiple holes had
been drilled.  It didn't take Alice long to raise the most terrible
blisters with it on the bottoms of the dormitory's unfortunate occupants.
   The big girls didn't sleep in the dormitories; each of them had their
own comfortable private room where they were free to take any of the girls
for their own personal entertainment.  The dormitory monitor would only
actually appear in the dormitory occasionally, usually at the worst
possible moment for its little occupants.
   Dormitory 4A was occupied by four girls who were all either nine or
ten-years-old.  All four of the girls were currently disobeying the rules;
instead of wearing their pyjamas correctly and being tucked up in bed, each
of them was lying on top of their bed, face down with their pyjama bottoms
pulled down to their knees.  All the girls were crying softly; they daren't
cry too loudly for fear that Alice might hear and come to `shut them up',
although Alice's process of `shutting them up' was extremely noisy as the
paddle dealt with four little bottoms and the girls screamed their heads
off.  That was the last thing they wanted as, after a long day at the
school, their bottoms were wrecked.  Teacher after teacher in class after
class had paddled, belted, strapped and caned them.  They had also been
comprehensively sexually disciplined by their teachers and were still
nursing their sore little holes.  Some also felt unwell from the dreadful
oral discipline they had been given by their aroused male teachers.
  
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   In the first bed lay Mary.  Mary was nine-years-old; a short girl with a
small frame, she had straight black hair cut into a short bob.  Her
tight-cheeked bottom was pale-skinned and had a tendency to mark terribly
when she was spanked.  Right now it was a purple blistered mess.  Mary
couldn't stop thinking about her awful day; it had gone wrong almost
immediately.
   The buzzer in all the dormitories went off at 6:00 AM and the girls
gathered in their pyjamas for the first prayers of the day.  There they
begged God to forgive them for their constant sinfulness and to bless the
hands and rods of their holy chastisers.  Then they took their showers
followed by the despicable `cleanliness inspection' where one or more of
the staff would open up their little pussies and spread apart their little
bum cheeks for a good look, supposedly to detect any lack of cleanliness.
In fact it was just a good excuse for the teacher presiding to pick a
little favourite out for a good spanking after which a delightfully
reluctant, but now very obedient, little child would satisfy their most
obscene sexual needs.
   As Mary had got in the inspection line, naked after her shower, tears
had come to her eyes almost immediately as she saw that it was Mr Toby
doing the inspection.  The sweaty overweight teacher couldn't seem to get
enough of Mary; he always seemed to find an excuse to spank her and enjoy
her little body at least once a week, sometimes more.  Mary saw his eyes
light up as caught sight of her.  Her bottom lip quivered; she really hoped
her little holes were clean.
   Toby Masters' cock began to stiffen as he saw Mary.  She could have
almost been the double for his little sister all those years ago.  It had
started when he was fifteen-years-old and she was five.  His father and
stepmother had started asking him to babysit her for them.  His stepmother
was always keen to suggest to him that any trouble from the little girl
should be met with a firm spanking, `bare bottom of course' she would
smile. Toby had gleefully followed his stepmother's generous offer, wasting
no time in removing little Jemma's panties almost as soon as his parents
left the house.  He soon found that he loved spanking her and hearing her
shrill screams as his hand energetically cracked down on her little bum. 
He also found that her bare bottom wriggling antics over his lap caused his
penis to become extremely erect.  Every hard spanking of his little sister
was followed by Toby enjoying a long private masturbation after.
   On his sixteenth birthday, his stepmother gave him a present.  Everyone
watched as he unwrapped a sturdy little spanking paddle and a two-foot long
school cane; `For use on a certain little bottom', the note with the
implements read.  He'd watched with delight as his sister, now
six-years-old, burst into tears and covered her bottom with her hands
whilst she did a fearful little dance.
   The very next day Toby got the chance to use both implements on his
little sister's reluctantly presented bum.  It was a revelation; he had
never seen such an extreme reaction to a spanking as she screamed her head
off and flipped about on his lap.  The vastly increased stimulation caused
him to cum in his pants.
   It appeared that Toby's messy pants did not go unnoticed, and his wily
stepmother came up with the perfect solution.  The night before his parents
were next due to go out and leave Toby alone to take care of his spanking
duties, there was a timid knock on Toby's bedroom door.  His sisters
quavering voice asked permission to enter.  When she came in she was
wearing a little pair of pink pyjamas that were several sizes too small for
her.  They were the cutest things Toby had ever seen.  Her hair had been by
tied back in a pretty pony tail and, to his delight, he saw she was
red-faced and crying.
   "P...please Toby", she'd snivelled, "Step-mummy told me I'm old enough
to do sex punishments for you now!"
   She'd pointed at the pyjamas she was wearing.
   "These are my sex punishment clothes.  Step-mummy says you can get them
as messy as you like!"
   "They're very pretty!" Toby had grinned, "Why don't you take those
trousers off!"
   His sister had let out a sob and shook her head.
   "Boo hoo!  Look!" she'd blubbered.
   His sister had reached down and pulled open the seam between the legs of
the pyjama trousers.  It appeared that almost the whole seam, from front to
back, had been unpicked, allowing instant access to the girl's little pussy
and anus.  His sister had looked up at him, her bottom lip quivering.
   "Boo hoo!  Step-mummy says you can put it in my mouth as well!" she'd
wept, "Boo hoo!  Step-mummy says that if I'm good for my sex punishments,
you might not cane me so hard!  Boo hoo!  Step-mummy says that I have to
come and do sex punishments for you every night from now on!  Boo hoo! 
She's told me all the th...things I have to do!  Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!"
   Toby's little six-year-old sister had then bent down and began to
inexpertly unzip his jeans.  He had let her pull his erect penis out and
was then was treated to a good old-fashioned baby-sister-blow-job.
   His sisters' pitiful gagging as she rubbed and sucked his penis and then
her desperate gulping and spluttering, as his cum filled her mouth and
throat, was music to Toby's ears.  Every night his little sister would
drain Toby's balls using all her reluctant little holes to please him, and
once or twice a week Toby would blister her little bottom with all manner
of spanking implements as she shrieked and begged him to stop.
   Toby had ended up as a well respected teacher at a private girls'
school. The school had a fearsome reputation for the use of the rod and
Toby never held back in its use.  It was only years later that it emerged
he was using some rather more advanced punishments than the school
sanctioned for some of his little pupils.  The foundation had soon
contacted him making an offer he couldn't refuse
   Toby beckoned to Mary and the small girl came to him, her face red and
her eyes brimming with tears.
   "I don't think you've cleaned yourself very well, Mary!" he announced,
without even bothering to check, "Perhaps you'd like for us to go somewhere
more private?" he smiled at her.
   Toby watched a tear trickle down Mary's face and his cock jerked fully
erect.  The girls in the school always opted for a private punishment
rather than a public one; their painful spankings resulted in babyish
shrieks accompanied by humiliating pleas for it to stop.  Who wanted their
friends to hear all that?
   "Sniff-sniff!  Yes, Sir!" Mary snivelled.
   Toby led Mary back to his rooms.  All the teachers had their own
luxuriously appointed apartment; fully air-conditioned and highly
soundproofed they were designed with the purpose of ensuring that there was
no reason the teacher would ever bother looking for another life outside
the Institute.
   As they reached his apartment, Toby opened the door and guided the naked
little girl inside.  As the door closed behind him it automatically locked.
Toby removed his shorts and vest, all that he had been wearing.  His erect
dripping cock sprung up as his shorts came down, a sticky drop of pre-cum
flicking off the end.  He watched Mary staring, mesmerised by it.
   "Mary, go and fetch my biggest hairbrush!" he grinned.
   The poor little nine-year-old ran into Mr Toby's bedroom to the cupboard
he kept his punishment things in.  She'd been to his apartment enough times
to know what to look for; a horrendous solid heavy dark-wood brush, almost
one foot in length, the oval rear of which was almost as big as her bottom.
She picked up the nasty thing and, in a fit of hiccupy sobs, took it back
to her strict teacher.
   Toby pulled the weeping child over his lap.  Mary's pink little bottom,
fresh from its shower, poked up at him.  Her hot little body felt delicious
pressing against his thighs and squashing his cock into his stomach.  He
took the brush from Mary who passed it up to him from her position over his
lap.
   "Boo hoo!  P...please, Sir!  Not too hard!" Mary wept as she passed him
the brush.
   Toby's cock twitched; he loved it when the girls pleaded with him, just
like his little sister had done.  He took Mary's hands and held them behind
her back so nothing would get in the way of the brush as it smacking into
her bottom.  He grinned and set off at a nice solid pace, making the little
bottom bounce and writhe over his lap.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "WHAAAAAAAAA!  MR TOBY, NOOOOOOOOO!  YEOOOOOOOOWIE!  IT HURTS!  PLEASE!"
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  IT HURTS!  MR TOBY!  STOOOOOOOOP!  I'LL BE GOOD!"
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAH!  IT'S BURNING!  PLEASE STOP!  I'LL SUCK YOUR WILLY! 
ANYTHING!"
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  NOOOOOOOOO!  IT HURTS!  PLEASE STOP!  ANYTHING! 
I'LL DO ANYTHING!"
   Toby's cock throbbed as he watched the little wriggling bottom over his
lap turn a dark red and then start to bruise.  Mary's pleas became more
desperate and explicit.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  KISS YOUR BUMMY HOLE!  YAAAAAAAH!  THROAT YOUR
WILLY! YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  PUT IT UP MY BOTTY!"
   Unable to resist any longer, Toby released Mary and watched the naked
child bounding about doing her spanky dance.  Toby's cock twitched
frantically; each child's spanky dance was different and he loved watching
them scream and jump about.
   "Go and fetch the bucket, Mary, or I'm going to cane you!" he ordered.
   Mary ran to the cupboard and returned with the plastic bucket.  Her
frequent trips to Mr Toby meant she was in no doubt as to the horrible
thing that was going to happen.  She put the bucket between Mr Toby's legs
as he sat on the sofa and knelt down.  Mr Toby liked to put his cocky in
little girls' throats and make them sick.  Mary was crying almost
hysterically as she took his cock and guided it into her open mouth, it was
never anything less than awful.
   Toby sighed with delight as the tip of his cock slipped into her hot wet
mouth and was then engulfed by her tight soft throat.
   "GURRRRRRRRRRRK!  URRRRRRRRRPH!"
   Mary's gagging and retching began almost immediately.  Toby put his hand
on her head to steady her and began to pump his cock into her throat.
   "GURK!  GURK!  GURK!  GURK!"
   Toby pulled Mary's throat off him and let her use the bucket.  She
looked up at him, her face streaming with tears and snot, and obediently
opened her mouth wide for more of his cock.  Toby fed it down her
convulsing throat as he moaned with pleasure.
   "GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  GURK!  GURK!  GURK!  URRRRRRRRRRPH!"
   Toby stiffened; he couldn't hold out much longer.  He looked down at the
little face pleasuring him.  For a moment he saw his little sister at the
end of a long spanking pleasuring her big demanding brother.  Toby orgasmed
spectacularly, his cock squirting string after string of sticky cum down
Mary's throat as he howled in joy.
   Mary lay on the bed in her dormitory, her exposed mess of a bottom
burning.  The tears trickled down her face as she remembered how rough Mr
Toby had been.  As soon as he'd finished she'd been sent out of his room.
She'd sat at breakfast with her friends, unable to sit still and quite
unable to eat anything, her throat sore and used.  Her friends had been
sympathetic; everyone knew what Mr Toby was like.
   Mary had tried not to get into trouble for the rest of the day, but it
was so hard.  The hundreds of petty rules meant that the girls were
constantly caught out.  Mary was given two demerits during the day to add
to her existing two.  When she got to five demerits it would be a trip to
the Principal to get a terrible spanking.  The last class of the day have
been maths; Mary's worst subject.  Miss Sarah took the class.  A stern
looking woman in her late forties, her punishments were breathtaking in
their severity.  She seemed to despise children who were not good at maths.
Mary's legs had gone weak and her tummy had dropped as Miss Sarah announced
there was to be a test; failure was never forgiven lightly.
   Sarah Atterman looked over her class of eight girls with grim
satisfaction.  Who was going to fail her test today?  Maybe it would be
sweet little Mary, or maybe succulent Jenny whose little breasts had just
started to bud?  Either way, it didn't matter.  Sarah needed to thrash a
screaming child's little bottom and then use her in the most degrading
sexual ways.  Her own upbringing had consisted of having to submit to her
Mother's and Aunt Lucy's strict child rearing methods.  Both women were
teachers and they seemed to have one burning ambition; to produce the
perfect child.  This was to be achieved with a collection of canes,
paddles, brushes, straps and whips that they called their `training tools'.
Little Sarah was entered for every academic competition going; maths
quizzes and spelling bees were particular favourites of the two women. 
Sarah would stand on stage, her tummy fluttering, knowing that every wrong
answer, every slight hesitation, would be noted and later, when they got
home, the `training tools' would come out, her bottom would be bared and
she would be `trained' to do better until her bottom was a fat hot purple
blistered mess.
   Her Mother's and Aunt Lucy's training sessions were long and frequent.
No opportunity was lost to train her in the error of her ways.  The two
women also seemed to have a fanatical obsession with Sarah's anus and
vagina.  Her little holes were poked, prodded, opened, stretched,
exercised, probed, cleaned and invaded with all manner of objects.  This
would happen anywhere; at the store, at the pool, during a competition; a
firm womanly hand would slip into her panties and fingers would work their
way into her.  Unfortunately for Sarah, the fingers of her Mother and Aunt
seemed particularly skilled in getting a little girl all hot and bothered,
even if it was the last thing that that little girl wanted.  Sarah's tiny
nub of a clit would become excited and seek the attention of the fingers,
with Sarah seemingly quite unable to stop herself.  A red-faced huffy
little girl would be brought to a tingly shiver-inducing orgasm as a strict
motherly voice whispered in her ear the terrible punishments she would
receive for such a lack of control.
   Decades later Sarah's dreams were still filled with her standing with no
clothes on looking up at her Mother and Aunt who would be standing over
her, each holding a massive paddle, and then the punishment would begin. 
Sarah will wake in a cold sweat, her pussy on fire, desperate for a little
girl to treat in the same way she had been treated.  Sarah had spent most
of her childhood sitting on a bottom felt like it had been blow-torched. 
Her Mother and Aunt were mean spankers who loved to keep her bottom black
and blue, especially with a few nice big blisters on it.  And then there
was the sex.  Her Mother's and Aunt Lucy's pussies began to gush at the
very whiff of childish tears, pouting pleas and a little bottom being bared
for discipline.  The two women seemed to constantly be on heat, their
panties a soaking mess as they spanked their little daughter.
   Keeping her Mother's and Aunt Lucy's pussies satisfied was a constant
chore for Sarah.  They had to be licked during TV time, rubbed while they
were out in the car and tongued in the swimming pool changing rooms.  But
it was during her punishments that the sex was worst; her Mother and Aunt
Lucy would be consumed with lust; they would sport big strap-ons that would
be plunged into her holes, often by both women at the same time, they would
sit on her face with their pussy or anus whilst Sarah struggled for breath,
they would demand the longest and deepest anus eating sessions from their
daughter; it was a taste that would never leave Sarah's memory.  Even now
she could recall the taste of each woman's anus, as if her tongue was still
in it.  Sarah turned to the class and began the maths quiz; she was only
interested in when it finished and finding out who was going to suffer at
her hands for the next few hours.
   Mary's tears trickled down her face; the test was so hard.  She didn't
even seem to be able to understand the questions.  All the time, Miss Sarah
seemed to have her beady eye on her, watching her reaction to the
questions, seeing how she trembled, almost licking her lips as Mary's tears
flowed.  Mary began to panic; Miss Sarah's punishments for failure were
notorious; she would barely be able to walk afterwards.  As the test went
on, Mary's snivelling became louder.  A few minutes before the end of the
class, the test finished and Miss Sarah collected the papers.  With her
mathematical genius of a brain ticking away, it only took her a few moments
to scan the papers and work out the scores.
   "Mary, stay behind, please!" she smiled at the weeping little girl, "We
have rather a grave matter to discuss!"
   Sarah's pussy tingled as she thought of all the times she'd been told by
her Mother and Aunt that there were to be `discussions' when they arrived
home, and the horrible feeling, deep in the pit of her tummy, knowing that
her bottom was going to be broken by the two terrible disciplinarians.
   The other girls left the classroom and the automatic lock on the door
clicked as it closed behind the last girl.  Unlike classrooms in other
schools, there was no way to see in from the corridor and the outside
windows were frosted and barred.
   "Well, Mary," smiled Sarah, "we need to `discuss' your results in my
little test."
   Sarah reached into the drawer of her teacher's desk and drew out the
biggest scariest old wooden paddle any little girl had ever seen.  Sarah
knew it well; it was the same paddle that had spanked her own little bottom
when she was small; a big thick oak paddle, rectangular, heavily varnished,
drilled with holes and with a foot long handle.  It only took a few wallops
with the paddle for the bruising to start and then the blisters would
follow.  Mary's sobbing became desperate as she saw the paddle in Miss
Sarah's hands.
   "Take your clothes off please, Mary, so we can begin our `discussion'!"
Sarah's gravely voice commanded, her pussy wetting itself in anticipation.
   Mary began to fumble with her uniform.  All the girls in the school wore
a sweet little uniform of a short plaid skirt, white ankle socks and a
white blouse with a pretty pink gingham check elasticated bowtie.  The
skirts were deliberately very short so all the girls' white panties were
constantly on show.
   As Mary's frightened weeping accompanied her reluctant undressing, Sarah
smacked the paddle down into the open left hand and scolded Mary.
   "You careless, silly, stupid girl!" Sarah's caustic voice grated, "How
could you fail such a simple maths test?  Do you have no brains?  Didn't
you try?  I'm going to teach you to try harder!  I'm going to teach you to
get better results!  After you feel my big paddle on your little bottom,
you'll want to try your hardest for me!"
   Mary took off her last item of clothing, one of her dainty white ankle
socks, and stood naked in front of Miss Sarah.  Her hands had automatically
come to rest on her head.  All the girls were constantly told that their
bodies were not their own; that they belonged to God and through God to
their teachers.  Mary looked up through the blur of her tears at Miss
Sarah. The strict adult, in just a few moments, was going to cause her the
most excruciating bottom pain.  Unable to hold back any longer, Mary began
to plead to save her bottom.
   "Boo hoo!  Miss!  I'm sorry!  I'll never not try again!  I'll pass any
next test!  I promise you!  Boo hoo!  Don't spank me this time!  Please let
me off!  I'll do better!  Don't use that paddle!  It's too big!  Boo hoo!
Please, Miss!  Please!"
   Sarah's pussy throbbed; it was just like listening to herself all those
years ago, begging her mummy and auntie not to spank.  And just like her
mummy and auntie, now was the time that Sarah began to get really excited.
She raised her skirt to show Mary her big adult pussy; Sarah never wore
panties.  Mary began to plead desperately, the revelation of the adult's
genitals a sign that her bottom might be saved.
   "Boo hoo!  Miss Sarah!  Please, Miss Sarah!  I'll lick it for you!  I'll
lick it really good!  I can make it feel so good!  Boo hoo!  Do you want
your bottom licking too?  I can put my tongue up it!  Oh please!  Please
just tell me what you want!  I'll do it for you!  Boo hoo!  My bottom got
bruised this morning!  I can't take the paddle!  I'll do anything! 
Please!"
   Sarah smiled down at the naked little girl in front of her, now her
pussy was really dribbling.
   "If you promise to be good for me after your spanking, Mary, I may
consider stopping before your bottom blisters too badly?" Sarah smouldered.
   Mary gave an involuntary wail and her hands left her head and covered
her soon-to-be-blistered bottom.
   "No!  No!  Not blisters, Miss!  Please!  No!" she wailed, but Miss Sarah
had already hoisted her skirt up around her waist, and was pointing to a
place on the floor for Mary to come and bend over to have her bottom hurt
beyond words.
   Mary's terrified mewls as she made her way to her strict teacher made
Sarah's pussy spasm; she loved it when they were terrified.
   Mary bent over and touched her toes in front of Miss Sarah; it was such
a terrible day, first the awful time with Mr Toby and now a paddling from
hell by Miss Sarah.
   Sarah admired the little bottom presented to her by the naked child.  It
was freshly bruised from this morning.  Sarah smiled; she preferred her
bottoms to be bruised when she started, that way it hurt even more.
   "Keep your fingers on your toes, or else...!" Sarah said firmly.
   Sarah smiled to herself as she gripped the paddle handle with both hands
and drew it back.  She knew that Mary would be quite unable to stay in
position and stop her hands from flying to her injured bottom.  Sarah had
been fifteen-years-old before she could take a bum whacking with that
paddle and keep still.  She remembered very well that at Mary's age the
force of the paddle knocked your breath out and often propelled you across
the room, so you landed flat on your face squirming on the floor.
   WHAP!
   Sarah landed a perfect upwards stroke of the paddle just under the
sit-down part of Mary's bottom.  The little girl was virtually lifted into
the air by the power of the stroke and immediately stumbled forward,
jumping up to grab at her bottom.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Mary's screams
filled the room.
   Sarah masturbated furiously as she watched Mary's reaction; no wonder
her mother and auntie had felt the need to use her little body to satisfy
themselves with afterwards.
   "Back in position!  I've barely begun to teach you your lesson!" Sarah
ordered.
   "YAAAAAAAAAAH!  A-HURRRRRRR!  A-HURRRRRRRR!  NO MORE!  PLEASE!" Mary
begged as she bent back over.
   Mary's breaths coming in panicked wheezes.  Her bottom felt like it had
been run over by a truck.  She just couldn't take any more.
   WHAP!
   The paddle exploded onto her bottom and Mary hopped-skipped-and-jumped
across the room, shrieking at the top of her voice; it was the worst bottom
pain she had ever felt.
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  STOOOOOOOOOOOP!  LET ME LICK YOU!" she bellowed as
her hands grabbed at her punished cheeks.
   "Back in position!" Miss Sarah said, a hard little edge to her voice.
   Mary bent over and Miss Sarah lined up for her next shot at the purpling
little cheeks.
   Very slowly, and without an ounce of pity for the screaming girl, Sarah
paddled Mary.  The little bottom started to turn dark purple and two
bull's-eye blisters appeared on the sit-spots of each cheek.  Sarah lined
up for her last spank.  Mary was shaking with the pain and would likely be
unable to hold her own position for any more.  Sarah smiled as she spoke
the same words as her Mother had used.
   "Hold on tight, Mary!  I'm going to do this last one really hard!"
   WHAP!
   Mary screamed louder than ever as she flew through the air and landed on
her front on the floor.  The force of the paddle had knocked her off her
feet.  She grabbed her bottom that had become and all-consuming ball of
agony and held the bruised blistered cheeks in her hands as she kicked and
wriggled on her tummy on the floor at Miss Sarah's feet.
   Sarah went and sat in a chair and spread her legs.
   "Come and lick my pussy, child, or I'll have you back in here tomorrow
for seconds!" she instructed.
   Mary staggered to her feet, stumbled over to her teacher, dropped to her
knees and began to eat her pussy as if she were starving.  Sarah groaned
and spread her legs wider, grabbing Mary's hair and forcing her face hard
into her pussy.  As the eager little tongue licked away, Sarah felt the
most tremendous orgasm coming; she let it arrive.  The sharp hard pleasure
came almost like a blow to her stomach as Sarah bellowed in glee as her
pussy spasmed and juiced over the little girl's face.
   When Sarah had finished, she pushed Mary away and the little girl slid
back down to the floor, lying there with her hands on her bottom howling.
Sarah stood up and rolled her skirt back down.  She went to the classroom
door, unlocked it and prepared to leave.  She looked back over at Mary and
her huge bulbous purple blistered bottom.
   "Don't you dare fail one of my tests again, girl!  And if you don't
hurry up and get to prayers, I expect you'll be spanked again!"
   As Miss Sarah left, Mary had tried to get dressed again, but she was
still late for prayers.  Her panties had been pulled down for a caning, but
when the state of her bottom was discovered, she was given spanking with a
gym slipper instead.  It didn't stop Mary screaming the whole room down as
she was slippered on her blisters while the other girls carried on praying.
   In the dormitory, as the four girls lay on their tummies, their bottoms
exposed, Mary's renewed bout of tears and sobs was barely noticed by the
other girls over their own miserable crying.  Mary wept bitterly; she hated
it here.
  
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   Lying on the bed next to Mary was ten-year-old Emma.  Emma was an
athletic blonde girl, her hair cut shoulder length and gathered into a neat
ponytail.  Many teachers thought her blue eyes to be amongst the prettiest
in the school, as bloodshot-red and flowing with tears they looked up as
she desperately listed the filthy things her body would do to prevent
further bottom pain.  Emma's day had been terrible as usual; Mr John the PE
teacher had seen to that.  The cute little blonde had been one of Mr John's
favourite for some time.
   John had been an only child with a strict mother; a mother who believed
in the use of the strictest implements on bare bottoms to get results. 
From when he was a toddler, his mother would slowly undress him, scolding
him as she did so and the implements of the day would lay spread out ready
for use on his bed.  A long tearful howling session would follow during
which his soft little penis would be plucked and rubbed until a small
pencil-stick erection occurred.  The cane and paddle would then continue
their work whilst his mother teased a miserable little orgasm out of her
wailing son.  As John got older his mother would vigourously milk her son's
penis as his cane whipped bottom danced about, his sperm spraying
everywhere as his mother scolded him.
   When John left for college his mother arranged for him to board with
Marion, the daughter of an old friend of hers.  John had found himself in
the house of an extremely attractive single lady in her mid-thirties.  In
addition to John, there were his landlady's two little daughters; Emily who
was six-years-old and Amanda who was eight-years-old.  On his first evening
there, John heard his landlady go into the girls' bedroom which was next to
his.  He could hear a low scolding adult voice and two tearful pleading
voices chirping in at intervals.  Then a terrible shrieking and drumming of
feet started, accompanied by the regular crisp retort of thin wood smacking
on defenceless little bare bottoms.  John put his ear against the wall and
could hear the weeping pleas from the girls for the spanking to stop.  His
cock had started to harden, an almost automatic response from his mother's
treatment of him over the years.
   There was a hiatus from the girls' bedroom and John could hear the low
adult voice again.  He heard the door to the girls' bedroom open and pulled
his ear away from the wall.  There was a timid knock on his door and he
could hear crying from behind it.  John had given his permission for the
knocking child to enter, in what he hoped was a serious adult voice.  The
door had opened and little eight-year-old Amanda had stood there.  To his
amazement she was quite naked with her hands on her head.
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  Mommy says can you come and help spank us!" she
wept, her little body twisting with humiliation at having to show herself
to a stranger.
   John's cock had gone completely hard now.  The thought of being involved
in strictly spanking little children just like he'd been spanked seemed to
press a button in his mind, and his cock and obtained an iron-like
hardness. His heart beat faster as he followed the snivelling little girl
back to her bedroom, admiring her bright red wobbling little bottom as he
walked behind her.  What he saw when he got to the bedroom blew his mind.
Marion was standing there naked with a thin whippy plastic rod in her hand.
Her large pert breasts stuck out with erect nipples and her pubic hair was
soaked with pussy juice.  Emily was dancing about the room holding her
bright red swollen bottom, the large wooden paddle that had done the damage
lay discarded on a school desk that had been put in the centre of the room.
Marion smiled broadly at him.
   "Hello!" she grinned, "Take your clothes off and join in!  I'm just
giving the girls their daily spanking.  Then I'm going to have sex with
them.  You can use them as much as you like while you're here!"
   John had needed no second bidding.  His clothes had come off and his
hard eighteen-year-old body was exposed to the girls' mother, his big solid
erection sticking up against his tummy.  Marion had clapped her hands with
delight as she saw his big excited cock.
   "Look at it!  Look at it, girls!" she'd cried out, pointing at his hard
quivering penis, "Mr John's going to hurt you with his big thing!  Mommy's
going to have him to do it all the time to you!"
   As John held Amanda down over the desk and Marion thrashed her little
daughter's bottom with the whippy plastic rod, she had told John of all the
fine plans she had for them to enjoy the constant punishment of her
daughters.
   For the next hour Amanda and Emily screamed and shrieked themselves
hoarse as their little bottoms were turned into big swollen red splotches
decorated with purple lines and patches and John's cock was worked into
their tiny holes.  Finally John had stood upright as Marion gripped his
cock, her two daughters had knelt in front of him and both of them had
slobbering over the exposed end of his penis until he shot his cum into
their open mouths.
   Marion had been as good as her word about allowing him do it all the
time with her daughters.  She would constantly dream up new humiliating
ways for her daughters to disport themselves and to present their little
bottoms for spanking.  Public places seemed no bar for Marion to spank her
daughters and little bottoms would be hairbrushed and paddled behind
bushes, in restrooms, in storerooms, wherever they could find.  John would
spend long relaxing evenings watching TV as two naked little girls worked
their mouths, pussies and anuses on his cock to draw cum after cum out of
his productive youthful balls.  When John had finally left Marion's
clutching a PhD, the institution had appeared ready to make him an offer
his penis couldn't refuse.
   John looked happily at the class of eight ten-year-old girls trooping
into his PE lesson.  The school had a large well equipped gym and no
request from the teacher for something, however custom made, was ever
turned down.  The girls all wore their gym kit of black slip-on rubber
plimsolls, navy blue panties worn two sizes too small and a loose white
cotton crop-top with tiny straps over the shoulders.  John's cock twitched
as he saw Emma amongst the pupils.  He decided that this was going to be a
special `Emma Day'.
   "Emma!" he called out, "Come here, please!"
   Emma had been trying to make herself as small as possible and to hide
behind the others; it hadn't worked.  Her face red and her bottom lip
trembling she made her way out to stand in front of Mr John with the whole
class watching her.
   "You didn't put a lot of effort in the last time, Emma!" John barked,
"Today is going to be different!  Take off your panties and top!  You'll do
PE naked today!"
   The tears stung Emma's eyes as she undressed.  Doing all the stretching,
jumping and gym exercises in the nude would be so humiliating, but Emma was
far more frightened of the punishments Mr John would be giving her.  Having
her friends listening to her screaming and begging was just `the worst'.
   The PE lesson was horrible; Mr John walked round with a huge gym slipper
in his hand, walloping the girls' bottoms for lack of effort.  Anne Marie
was the first to get a full spanking.  Over Mr John's knee; WHOP!  WHOP! 
WHOP!; panties down and off; WHOP!  WHOP!  WHOP!  WHOP!; and Anne Marie
shrieking and kicking her legs apart, showing her bits to everyone as she
begged Mr John to stop.
   Emma's friend Sandra was next, bent over the gym-horse, holding on
tight, panties taken off and the thick leather belt taken off its hook for
a good work-out on her bare bottom.  The `THWAPS!' and shrieks as she was
thoroughly strapped brought some of the girls almost to tears as the little
bottom bruised and blistered in front of their eyes.
   Mr John's excited cock tented out his shorts and left a visible wet
patch at the end.  The girls feared his excessive and energetic use of
their small unfledged holes.  Emma's tears slipped down her face as her
naked body sweated during the vigorous exercises.  Mr John's eyes seemed to
almost never to leave her; she knew that today she was going to be `it',
the unlucky one.  Mr John always needed someone to take out his pent up
excitement on.  As the last few minutes before lunchtime slipped away, Emma
jumped as she felt a big male hand holding her bottom.
   "The rest of you may go now!" Mr John smiled, "Emma needs to stay with
me for a private lesson!"
   Emma broke down in sobs; it was worse than she'd imagined.  She'd hoped
it could just be a terrible caning in front of the rest of the class, but a
full blown private lesson with Mr John in the gym; he would do the most
appalling things to her.  The other girls left the gym, their pitying
glances at Emma making her feel worse; all the girls knew that Emma
wouldn't be the same for days afterwards.
   As the last girl left the gym, the door closed and automatically locked.
Mr John's hand was still fondling her bottom.  She turned her head behind
her to look at him.
   "Boo hoo!  Please, Sir!  D...don't hurt me!" she wept.
   Mr John's finger pushed between her bottom cheeks and started to worm up
her anus.  Emma whined and wriggled as she was penetrated.
   "Owwwwieeeee!  Please, Sir!  Let me be good for you!  Do you want to put
it in my bottom?  I'll bend over now!  Please, tell me what you want me to
do!" Emma wept.
   "Oh Emma!" smiled Mr John, "I'm going to put it in your bottom, but
first I need to spank you with the whip!"
   Emma gave a strangled cry of fright; the whip took a little girl's skin
clean off her bottom.  She threw herself at Mr John's feet.
   "Bwaaaaaaah!  Oh please...please...please!  Not the whip!  Anything but
the whip!  Cane me!  Strap me!  Paddle my pee-pee hole!  Anything you want!
I'll stay still for it!  You can whack as hard as you like!  Not the whip!"
   John smiled; it was exactly the response he'd hoped for.
   "Perhaps I could be a little more lenient now, Emma, but you will have
to come and see me tonight for a far stricter training session." John
suggested.
   The little girl at his feet looked up, her eyes shining with hope and
the promise of the most extreme obedience.  His cock almost spurted as he
saw the look in her eyes; he could do anything to her and she would
desperately encourage it.
   "Very well, Emma!  I think a little switching now and my cocky up your
bottom, then this evening we can have a more serious discussion."
   "Oh, thank you!  Thank-you-thank-you-thank-you!" Emma wept, her kisses
working their way up his leg to his straining penis.
   John watched as his shorts were undone and his straining cock released
as Emma's little mouth began to show its owner's gratitude with a long
sloppy blow job.
   Long before John was ready to cum, Emma had been instructed to remove
her mouth and bend over the gym-horse, straddling it so her legs spread
obscenely wide and her bum was pushed back out, her genitals explicitly
displayed.
   Mr John had a batch of fresh switches cut that very morning by one of
the `big girls' in the school's own little grove of switch bearing trees.
The carefully selected variety of trees provided fresh green pliable
switches for almost every season of the year, bar darkest winter.
   John whipped a switch through the air and listened to Emma's pitiful
mewls as she heard it.  Emma's head turned back so her tear-filled face
could look at him.
   "Boo hoo!  Please, Mr John!  Anything!" she begged, her eyes pleading
with him.
   "Get ready for your spanking, Emma!" smiled John, "There'll be plenty of
time for `anything' later!"
   SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!
   The nasty thin switch whipped into Emma's bottom and she began to `ride'
the horse.  Her feet scrabbled at the sides, but not finding a hold and her
bottom bucking and swerving as the switch bit into it.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  YAAAAAAAAAAAH!  OWWIEEEEEEEE!" Emma squealed as the
first stinging strokes set her poor little bum on fire.
   John's cock throbbed as the little bottom performed for him, the tiny
anus and pussy winking open and closed.
   SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!  SIR!  NOOOOOOOOOO!"
   Emma's bottom was jerking uncontrollably now, her little cheeks heaving
up and down, waving her bottom in her strict teacher's face.
   SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  IT HURRRRRRTS!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!"
   SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!
   "NYEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  MY BUM!  STOP!  I'LL DO ANYTHING!"
   SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!
   "YAAAAAAAAAH!  USE YOUR COCKY!  DO WHAT YOU WANT!  EEEEEEEEEE!  STOP! 
IT HURTS!"
   John enjoyed himself switching Emma's wriggling bottom.  It was a long
switching and Emma's bottom cheeks became bright red and marked with dozens
of thin raised scarlet wheals that crossed each other, often forming tiny
scalding blisters where they intersected.
   Emma was becoming increasingly wild over the horse.  Her bottom bucked
and jerked and her arms and legs flailed about.  Her shrieks echoed around
the large gym which seemingly magnifying the sound of the little girl's
strict educational switching.
   John pulled his shorts off and fetched a sturdy wooden block about
two-foot-square and a large tube of lubrication gel.  He was just in the
mood to make very hard use of Emma's tiny tight starfish of an anus.  His
cock was completely solid after the excitement of spanking the little girl
and he was ready to work it into something very tight.  John smeared the
lubrication gel over the whole length of his cock; there were no half
measures at this school.  Each and every little girl was expected to take
the whole length of whatever object they were being penetrated with; in
this case Mr John's nice stiff seven-inch penis.
   John put the block under the end of the horse.  He stood on it and
slipped his cock between Emma's bottom cheeks that were being vigourously
rubbed and squeezed by the desperate girl.  Then he began to push himself
into Emma's anus.  As the girl felt her little bottom hole being painfully
stretched, she began to squeal and plead.
   "SIR!  SIR!  OWWIEEEEEEE!  YEEEEEEEEEOWWWWWW!  PLEASE!  DO IT SLOWER! 
EEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEE!  PLEEEEEASE!  DON'T PUSH HARD!  OWWWWIEEEEEEEE!
   As John's cock slipped up, he marvelled at the firm hot fleshy tightness
of Emma's anus; the girl seemed to have a hole specifically made to
pleasure a penis; tight and smooth but soft and accommodating.  Finally he
got the whole of his cock in and then began to slam his cock in and out of
the little hole as Emma shrieked.  Dirty windy noises accompanied his
strict activity.  After only a few minutes of this delightful fun he felt
his balls tingling and his prostate starting to trigger.  He gave a moan of
absolute pleasure as his body went into spasm and he shook uncontrollably.
His sperm began spurting out of his cock up Emma's reluctant anus, the
child weeping in humiliation and pain as she felt his hot stuff coming out
inside her bottom.
   After a little more time enjoying himself in the tight hole, John
withdrew with a satisfyingly dirty sticky plopping noise.
   As he walked off towards the showers, leaving Emma weeping and used
astride the horse, he shouted back over his shoulder.
   "My room after homework, Emma!  We'll have time for a much longer
discussion then!"
   All afternoon and evening Emma had kept crying.  Her bottom cheeks and
anus hurt terribly from their awful spanking and strict sexual use, but the
fear of what was to come frightened her more.
   Emma finished homework and, with the rest of the girls, changed into her
pyjamas and brushed her teeth.  But instead of going to the dormitory, she
plodded off to Mr John's suite of rooms.  She knocked quietly on the door;
perhaps he wouldn't hear her?  But there was no such luck and the door was
opened by Mr John.  He was wearing a plain white T-shirt and a pair of
white boxers.  The boxers were already tented out by his hard cock.  He had
a wicked smile on his face.  Emma swallowed hard and her tears started
again; this was going to be really bad.
   John admired his little sex partner for the night; she was so cute in
her little pj's, tearful and red faced.  He liked hard abusive sex with
unwilling obedient little participants.  The school had a constant supply
for his needs.  John took Emma into the lounge, sat on the sofa and patted
his lap.
   "Come and sit on my lap, Emma, so we can have a little chat!" he smiled.
   Emma slowly came and sat in his lap.  John slipped his hand down the
front of her pyjama bottoms and began to play with her pussy.
   "Are you going to be good for me tonight, Emma?" he asked.
   Emma nodded dumbly, spreading her legs so the insistent finger could get
access to her little wee-hole.  The finger burrowed up and she bit her lip
to stop herself from shouting out with the sharp pain.
   "Naughty little girls like you deserve to be punished, don't they?" John
taunted her.
   Emma bowed her head as the tears came thick and fast.  She was trapped
with Mr John and he was going to do whatever he liked with her.
   "Yes Sir!" she wept.
   "Yes, you do!" John smiled in s self-validatory way, "Let's go to my
bedroom.  We can take our clothes off and I can really punish you hard
there."
   John lifted Emma off his lap.  Emma's legs seemed all wobbly under her.
Mr John was her worst nightmare; he just seemed to love punishing her.  She
followed him to his bedroom.  As he opened the door Emma screamed.  Her
eyes had scanned past the huge lexan paddle with drilled holes lying
waiting for her on the bed to the centre of the room, where a small
circular inflatable child's paddling pool sat on the floor.  There was no
water in the inflatable pool, instead there was a plastic bucket and a
collection of different dildos of varying lengths, thicknesses and
materials.  Emma began to hyperventilate; she was going to be
deep-throat-trained.  With her kneeling in the pool those huge things would
be fed down her throat and agitated as her gag-reflex went crazy.  The
inflatable pool had no other purpose than to protect the carpet from her
body's inevitable violent reaction to having to accept the big long things
down her throat.  She began to shake with fear, her eyes turning to Mr John
for some hope of leniency.
   "Boo hoo!  Pleeeeeeeease!" she wept, "No!  Anything but that! 
Pleeeeeeeease!"
   Mr John had calmly taken off his T-shirt and boxes and stood he there
naked with his big penis bobbing up and down.
   "Take those pyjamas off, Emma!" he instructed firmly, "That silly
gag-reflex of yours has been annoying a lot of us teachers.  By the time
I've finished with you tonight, you'll take the biggest cock down your
throat without a murmur of complaint!"
   Emma wailed as she took her pyjamas off; this was going to be the most
terrible thing that had ever happened to her.
   John sat on the bed as Emma stripped off her pyjamas.  He picked up the
paddle; a pair of big fat scream-inducing blisters on Emma's bottom cheeks
would ensure she complied with her strict training.
   "Over my lap, Emma!" he intoned, "Let's get that bottom of yours nice
and blistered!"
   The shaking little girl climbed over his lap and pushed her bare bottom
up at him.  Her bottom was already swollen and bruised purple with a
collection of tiny blisters on it.  It wouldn't take long with the big
heavy lexan paddle to make her little bottom feel like it was on fire and
raise terrible blisters.  John's oozed pre-cum as Emma's naked body
squirmed against it and her poor bottom wriggled invitingly.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   The huge paddle bounced off Emma's bottom as she screamed and kicked
over John's lap.  John loved spanking little bottoms so very much and he
particularly loved it when the child was in so much pain they complete the
lost control of themselves.  He enjoyed watching Emma put on a frantic
display over his lap.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   The paddle kept whacking hard into Emma's bottom, remorselessly spanking
the little cheeks and the backs of her thighs.  Emma screamed and screeched
almost continuously as the strict discipline was administered.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   The screams increased in intensity as John watched the blisters forming.
   After a few more good hard spanks on the backs of Emma's thighs, John
concluded the spanking.  As Emma lay kicking and shrieking over his lap, he
was satisfied that her mind-blowingly painful bottom would ensure her
complete compliance with the unpleasant strict training.
   "In the pool!  On your knees!" he barked.
   Emma flew off his lap, jumped in the inflatable pool, got on her knees,
bent her head back and opened her mouth.  Her hands clawed at the
excruciating blisters on her bottom; she was ready to be trained.
   John stepped into the inflatable pool, his cock dripping a long slimy
trail of pre-cum.  He loved training little girls to deep throat; he liked
to train them strictly.  John angled his cock down and into Emma's mouth.
He sighed as the hot fleshy wetness enveloped him.  Then he began to squat
down, feeding his cock into Emma's throat.  The terrible gagging started
immediately.
   "GAK!  GURRRRRRRRRK!  GARK!"
   "Very poor, Emma!" he remarked, as he withdrew his cock which was
twitching from the stimulating experience, "I shall have to be very strict
with you!"
   John picked up one of the dildos lying on the base of pool.  It was made
of flexible gel plastic, double-headed, eighteen inches long and a funky
translucent purple colour.  At one end a short length of rope had been
passed through a hole in the dildo just below the glans.  Emma let out a
petrified moan as she saw the huge thing long thing in John's hand.
   John passed the loop of rope over the wrist of his right hand.  He would
need to be in complete control of this severe training tool for the
delicate operation that lay ahead.  His cock dribbled pre-cum down its
erect length.  Emma was going to be taught a very strict lesson.
   Five minutes later, John had inserted the entire length of the dildo
into Emma's throat.  He agitated it up and down briskly as he firmly held
Emma's wrists clasped together in his left hand.  Emma's bulging bloodshot
eyes stared up at him, her mouth wrapped around the huge tool.  Her slurpy
gagging emanated from around the edges of the dildo and her tightly
stetched lips.  John pulled the whole length of the dildo out of Emma's
throat in one slick motion.  Emma dragging air into her lungs and then
retched miserably.  John swapped dildos, this time for a pink
heavily-veined penis-shaped model with a large glans at the end and the
beginnings of a ball sac at the other; Emma wailed and shook as she saw the
new dreadful tool in Mr John's hand.
   After half an hour, John was sitting in a plastic chair in the middle of
the inflatable pool, his legs splayed wide apart.  Emma was kneeling in
front of him, his cock completely down her throat and her eager tongue
lapping at his balls.
   "GURRRRRRRRRRRK!" Emma's rebellious throat sounded as she smoothly moved
her head up and then down again for some more ball-lapping.
   Emma slowly pulled her head off Mr John's cock, sucking obscenely as she
did so.  A long strand of sticky pre-cum and drool connected her mouth to
the end of his quivering penis.  Emma slurped it up noisily and her tongue
lolled and flicked around the exposed head of John's rigid cock.  Then she
slowly inserted her strict teacher's cock back down her throat and began to
move her head slowly upwards, so only the tip of his cock was left in her
throat, and then down the whole length again until her tongue touched his
balls.
   John moaned with delight; Emma had proved a very adept pupil; she'd been
taught that a little girl's gag reflex should never get in the way of
giving your demanding teacher a long luscious deep-throat blow-job.
   "Faster!" moaned John, his balls starting to tense.
   Emma's head began to rock back and forth, quickening the pace.
   "Faster!" urged John.
   Emma began to bang her head up and down violently, pumping his cock in
and out of her throat.
   "GAK-GAK!  GAK-GAK!  GAK-GAK!  GAK-GAK!  GAK-GAK!"
   Emma's wide-open watering eyes stared fixed up at Mr John's ecstatic
face.  John let out a high pitched strangled mewl and his cock jerked and
pulsed in Emma's throat as it squirted a huge load of cum into her waiting
tummy.  As his orgasm subsided, John stroked the obedient girl's little
head.
   "Well done, Emma!" he smiled, "I'm sure all the teachers will want to
try you out now!"
   Emma wept bitterly; she knew what Mr John said was true.  Her throat
would be in constant use for months to come.
   Emma was unceremoniously ejected from Mr John's apartment.  A `big girl'
was waiting outside, ready to go in and clean up the mess.  She slapped
Emma hard across the face.
   "Next time make sure it all goes in the bucket!" she raged, as she
stormed into the room to clean up.
   Emma lay on her bed crying miserably; her bottom and throat were so
sore. Life at this school was horrible.
  
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   In the next bed to Emma was Anne.  At nine-years-old, Anne was the
youngest girl in the dormitory, six months younger than Mary.  She was a
slight girl, a little taller than Mary, but shorter than the others.  She
wore her fair hair in two plaited pigtails, one either side of her head,
the end of each tied off with a small red ribbon.  Her shy gap-toothed
smile made her one of the very cutest little girls in the school.  Like the
other girls in the dormitory, Anne's pyjama trousers were pulled down to
her knees, her exposed, welted and bruised bottom not wanting to have
anything touching its burning surface.  Her tiny anus felt like it was on
fire and Anne wept piteously into her pillow.
   From the moment Anne had got up, she had known what awaited her.  There
would be no punishments for her during the day; Mr Simon liked her bottom
to be kept for his personal use alone.  Mr Simon had a special standing at
the school and the other teachers were happy for him to have Anne to
himself.  For other girls there was always the hope that they would escape
the day without a spanking, or perhaps just a demerit at most.  But Anne
knew her appointment with Mr Simon was at four o'clock sharp; she had all
day to worry about it.
   By the time four o'clock came round, Anne was in her usual desperate
state; standing outside Mr Simon's suite of rooms, her body shaking as she
emitting hiccupy sobs.  She knocked on the door and waited.  It took Mr
Simon a while to get to the door and open it.  In his early fifties and
obese, his body dwarfed Anne's as she stood weeping at his door.
   "Do come in Anne, dear!" Mr Simon smiled and Anne saw a bead of sweat
break on his forehead; her daily nightmare had begun.
   Mr Simon's suite of rooms was classically appointed; deep soft cream
carpets, heavy darkwood furniture and a baby grand piano graced the large
lounge.  He boasted a large kitchen and almost palatial bedroom.  Rumour
had it that Mr Simon had been very high up the institution and had retired
to `teach' at the school.
   Anne entered the room and the door automatically locked behind her.  She
immediately put her hands on her head and cried quietly to herself whilst
Mr Simon pulled over to the piano stool and sat on it.  He turned and
smiled at her, his eyes devouring her.
   "Come here, Anne," he smiled, "and let's talk about your singing."
   Simon Repton had been brought up as a privileged orphan.  By the age of
twelve he was in charge of his demised parents' fortune; the trustees of
his legacy having decided that their bread would be much better buttered by
pleasing their future master.  Simon's three sisters, thirteen-year-old
Annette, eleven-year-old Elizabeth and seven-year-old Sally were not
beneficiaries of their parents' will and were entirely dependent on their
brother.  They were almost beside themselves with fear as they watched
matters unfold.  Their brother was a despicably cruel little boy who spied
on them changing and bathing and told tales on them so they'd be punished.
Their horrible nanny, Mrs Thorne, believed in spanking.  The girls would be
stripped naked in their bedroom at night and spanked with all manner of
cruel implements, always certain in the knowledge that their awful brother
would be watching through the keyhole rubbing his little dicky.
   Surprisingly, Simon's first action was to dismiss Mrs Thorne.  The old
lady was given a handsome payoff and a generous pension for life.  Simon
recruited a stunning young woman from Eastern Europe as his sisters' new
governess.  Miss Sonia was a fanatical disciplinarian and understood her
role was to satisfy Simon's sexual needs, either personally or through his
sisters.  Soon his sisters were putting on long displays of naked shrieking
bare bottom submission to Miss Sonia's paddles, canes and whips.  The most
revolting forms of sexual activity with their brother soon became an
attractive alternative to a severe spanking from Miss Sonia.  Miss Sonia
would strip herself naked, spank the girls to a state of complete obedience
and then teach them how to use their bodies for their brother's pleasure.
On many nights Simon would enjoy watching his elder sister Annette scream
her head off as her anus was caned whilst Elizabeth sucked his bottom hole
and poor tiny Sally took the whole length of his cock down her throat.
   As Simon's sisters grew older, Simon turned his remarkable mind and
fortune to ensuring a constant supply of young girls to meet his needs. 
After some months the foundation found Simon and over the years he obtained
high office.  An unfortunate incident meant he had to keep a low profile,
so life of the school suited him perfectly; his duties as music teacher
with virtually non-existent and he had the pick of the girls for `personal
tuition'.
   Anne reluctantly went to stand next to Mr Simon.
   "Why don't you slip your clothes off, dear!  You'll be ready for your
lesson then!" Mr Simon grinned.
   Anne miserably undressed for her teacher.  Mr Simon amused himself by
fondling her body as she denuded herself.  As always, he was keen for her
panties to come off so he could start to put his fingers between her bottom
cheeks and play with her anus.  Anne's little squeaks grew in volume as Mr
Simon's fat finger wormed its way up her bottom hole.  After a while his
finger was withdrawn, yellowy-brown and smelly.  Mr Simon put it under
Anne's nose; her tummy tightened in disgust and she opened her mouth.  Mr
Simon put his dirty finger in it for her to suck clean.
   "Dirty girl!" Mr Simon admonished as she performed the horrible task.
   After she finished, Mr Simon turned to the piano.  He hit a note.  Anne
tried to copy the note with her voice.  Unfortunately for Anne, she was not
musically gifted.  Her voice wavered and was partially flat.  Mr Simon
turned and without a moment's hesitation slapped her hard across the front
of the thighs.  Anne squealed and rubbed the forming red handprint.  Mr
Simon played on another note on the piano; her music lesson had begun.
   Five minutes later and the fronts of Anne's thighs had been spanked
bright red with fat overlapping handprints and finger shaped welts.  Anne's
pretence at trying to follow the notes had disappeared and she warbled
tearfully; likewise, Simon was now fully engaged in his reluctant pupil's
discipline.  He lifted the top of the piano and withdrew a short heavy
brown leather spanking strap.
   "Get across my lap, young lady!" he said, smacking his hand down on his
thigh, "Let's see how well my strap makes you sing!"
   Anne's hand instinctively covered her bottom; the strap was hard and
heavy and a prolonged session with it over Mr Simon's that would leave her
bruised for days.
   "Boo hoo!  Please!  Please, Sir!" she whispered through her tears as she
crawled over his big thighs and obediently stuck her bottom up for him.
   As she crawled over Mr Simon lap, despite his bulk, she was able to feel
the hard bulge of his cock in his trousers.  Anne shivered as she felt its
size and hardness pressing against her; the strapping would only be a
prelude to more severe and intimate punishments.
   Mr Simon took the girl's hands in his massive left paw; the little bum
in front of him was everything he wanted from a child's bottom.  It was
lithe, but at the same time the cheeks were fleshy and protruded from her
body.  He used the fingers of his right hand to separate her buttocks; she
had the most delicious anus and pussy.  He fumbled more, opening her anus
and pussy up to see her more intimately and to listen to her humiliated
sobbing.  He finished his little game and picked up the strap.  His cock
throbbed; now he was going to make her squeal and bounce all over it.
   WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!
   Anne kicked and shrieked as her bottom was spanked by the heavy strap.
Mr Simon was a hard spanker and he liked every stroke to count.  Being
spanked by Mr Simon felt like having your bottom set on fire, but this
spanking wasn't going to stop any time soon.  Mr Simon liked to give long
spankings; he was only getting started and pleading was useless.  But Anne
didn't care; in her mind, one day she might say some magic words that would
stop her spanking, offer some gross sexual act that he would find
irresistible, or maybe just make him feel sorry for her and stop.
   WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  STOP!  PLEASE!  I'LL BE GOOD!  I'M SORRY! 
WHAAAAAAAA!  I'LL PRACTICE HARDER!"
   WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!
   "NYAAAAAAAAH!  MY BUM!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  IT'S HURTING!  PLEASE!  STOP!
I'LL DO ANYTHING!  NOOOOOOOOO!  IT HURTS!"
   WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  USE MY BUM!  STICK YOUR COCKY UP MY BUM! 
AAAAAAAAAAAH! STOOOOOOOOOP!  IT HURTS!  I'LL KISS YOUR COCKY!  WITH MY
THROAT!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!
   Simon's cock strained against the tight material of his trousers.  He
knew already that there would be a large wet patch where his pre-cum had
leaked through.  Anne's bottom was now a beetroot red and heavily welted.
He laid off with the strap and let her carry on wriggling and kicking over
his lap as he admired his work.  He had to restrain himself with the first
spanking; there would be more to come.
   Simon put Anne on her feet and watched the lively naked nine-year-old
jump about holding her bottom; she just looked so cute like that.  Simon
began to strip off his clothes; he wanted to be naked to enjoy the rest of
the punishments he had planned for her.
   As Anne came to the senses, she saw through her tears that Mr Simon and
taken off his clothes.  His huge belly hung over his crotch and his hard
erect cock traced up the underside of his belly, the last two inches
sticking out in open air, the shiny purple exposed end of his cock was wet
and sticky.  Anne mewled; Mr Simon would using it to hurt her with.
   "Let's go to the bathroom, Anne my dear!" Mr Simon said in his scary
voice.
   Anne put her fist in her mouth to stifle a scream; his bathroom was
where he did his worst punishments.
   Mr Simon took Anne by the forearm and led the reluctant child to the
bathroom.  Simon's bathroom was palatial; a marble floor and wall tiles, a
large Jacuzzi bath, a walk-in shower, and a high-tech toilet; all had
plenty of space in this large room.  Anne started to wail in terror; the
beautiful room was not what she saw; her eyes were fixed on the enema bag
hung from the glass front to the shower with the huge black butt-plug
nozzle at the end of the tube, the eight-inch-long one-and-a-
half-inch-thick heavily ribbed dildo with the strong disinfectant liquid
soap next to it and the big heavy four-legged bathroom stool with the
three-foot-long heavy rattan cane lying on it.  She turned to Mr Simon,
tears and snot dripping off her face.
   "Boo hoo!  P...please, Sir!" she wept, "Take me to the bedroom!" Punish
me there!  Boo hoo!  Let me do sex to you!  I'll make you feel nice!  Boo
hoo!  Please!  I promise!  Don't hurt me here!  Pleeeeeeeeease!"
   Simon's cock emitted a glob of pre-cum that dripped off the end of his
quivering tool.  He began to lubricate the butt plug shaped enema nozzle.
At five inches long and two inches thick, the nozzle was an unbelievably
strict punishment tool.  Simon listened to the child wailing with distress
as she contemplated the terrible painful stretching her anus would be
subject to.
   "Over the stool, Anne!" Simon smiled.
   Anne lay over the bathroom stool, her head down on the floor, her legs
spread wide apart and her bottom elevated and thrust out.  Her bottom
cheeks were spread wide apart in this position and her little pussy and
anus were exposed and ready.  Simon held the nozzle firmly and began to
insert it into the tiny starfish shaped hole.  His cock quivered; he knew
that having her bottom hole stretched was the thing that Anne hated the
most.  As her anus was dilated, Anne squealed and pleaded for the
punishment to stop.  By the time it had been dilated to an inch, Anne was
shrieking and promising him the most obscene sexual obedience.  Simon had
no plans to stop and continued to insert the nozzle whilst Anne and
screamed and kicked and hammered her fists on the marble bathroom floor.
   When Simon was satisfied that the nozzle had been fully inserted, he let
the soapy enema mixture flow into Anne's bottom.  It was still hot, having
been almost boiling when he'd made it earlier.  Anne howled as the hot
irritating mixture filled her.  Simon sat on the floor in front of the
bathroom stool, next to Anne's head, his penis in front of her face.  As
the enema continued flowing into her and the cramping began, Anne grabbed
Mr Simon's cock and began to enthusiastically fellate him; she'd just do
anything to stop that dreadful enema.
   "Slurrrrrrrrp!  Slooooooo!  Slurpa-slurpa-slurpa!  Please, Sir!  Please
stop it!  Slurrrrrrrrrrp!  I'm being good now!  Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrk!"
   Mr Simon put his hand firmly on Anne's head.  If this girl wanted the
enema to stop, she would have to demonstrate a more significant level of
obedience.
   "GAAAAAAAAAK!  GURRRRRRRRRK!  GAK-A-GAK-A-GAK-A-GAK!"
   Anne's little throat began to earn her bottom the chance to stop the
dreadful enema as Mr Simon groaned with pleasure.  After months of
practice, Anne's deep throat skills were now well advanced and her eyes
locked on Mr Simon's face as she used her throat on him.
   Simon removed his cock from Anne's obedient throat before he came too
quickly; he wanted his cock to be hard for the rest of her punishment.  He
stopped the enema and Anne was allowed to squat over the toilet.  As he
removed the huge nozzle and Anne's anus was dilated to the full two inches
all over again, poor Anne's piercing screams hurt his ears.  After a
humiliating noisy use of the toilet and a babyish cleaning up, Anne stood
crying and desperately fingering her gaping anus, trying to relieve the
dreadful pain.  Simon's cock quivered as he watched her and he picked up
the cane.
   "Touch your toes, Anne!" he said, as he swished the cane meaningfully,
"Make sure you stick that little bottom out!  You need a hard caning
today!"
   Weeping with fear, Anne did as she was told and her little bottom was
presented to Mr Simon.
   "Boo hoo!  Please-please-please!  Don't!  I'm sorry!" she wept dismally
as the big naked highly aroused Mr Simon, his adult willy bouncing about,
lined up the cane against her bottom.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   Anne stumbled forward as the cane seemed to almost lift her off her
feet.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed, the
pain exploding across her little bum cheeks.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAA!  NOOOOOOOOOO!" she shrieked and jumped up, prancing
about, her hands on her bottom pulling the cheeks open and inadvertently
displaying her genitals to Mr Simon.
   "Anne..........!" said Mr Simon in warning.
   Anne bent over, the tips of her fingers touching her toes and her bottom
stuck out; Mr Simon liked to give long canings.
   Fifteen minutes later and Anne was the most caned little girl at the
school.  Her bottom was a seething mass of cane welts, most of them
blistered and darkening.
   "Over the stool, Anne!" instructed Mr Simon.
   Despite her feverish activity dancing and screaming and rubbing, Anne
got over the stool.  She didn't have to wait be told what to do; she pulled
her bottom cheeks wide apart for Mr Simon to use her anus.  But there was
going to be that other horrible thing he liked to do to her first.
   Simon took the big skin-coloured heavily-ribbed dildo and spread it with
the disinfectant liquid soap.  Then he took a firm hold of the handle at
the end, put the large glans-shaped tip against Anne's anus and rammed it
up.  Anne screamed uncontrollably as the whole thing went up her.  Then
Simon pulled it straight out and as the little hole gaped open in protest.
Then he shoved it back up again.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  USE YOUR WILLY!  PLEASE!  USE YOUR WILLY!" Anne
screamed as the thing was shoved in and out of the bottom.
   Mr Simon granted Anne her plea and she felt his weight on top of her
back as his fat tummy weighed down on her.  His large adult penis was
introduced to her bottom and her long strict anal discipline began.  Anne
clawed at the floor, wept and shrieked as his cock remorselessly pumped in
and out of her.
   Simon had the most delightful time with his cock in Anne's little
bottom. His weight rubbing on her cane welted bottom made her howl and
wriggle in a most humiliating way as his cock was treated to the tight firm
soft slippery lining of her bottom hole.  In the end he couldn't hold back
any longer as her tight bottom began to extract the most aching incredible
cum from his balls.  He raised his head and bellowed with joy as spurt
after spurt of cum filled Anne's bowels.
   After Mr Simon had spent a few minutes luxuriating and Anne's still
convulsing anus, she was unceremoniously dismissed.  It was late and Anne
had returned to the dormitory, changed into her pyjamas and joined the
other sobbing girls who were lying on their tummies, their pyjama trousers
pulled down.  Anne felt some more of Mr Simon's sperm dribbling out of her
bottom.  She buried her face in the pillow and sobbed harder.  Mr Simon had
told her to come back tomorrow so she could find out what the big heavy
wooden paddle felt like on top of her cane blistered bottom.  Anne couldn't
imagine what it would feel like, but she knew it would hurt, hurt real bad.
Her pillow muffled her miserable wails; this school was the most awful
place on earth.
  
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   In the next bed to Anne was Karla, a dark-haired girl of ten-years-old.
Karla was a more broadly built girl than the others girls in the dormitory.
Her skin was a delicate creamy white.  Her bottom was expansive, smooth
firm globes that wobbled gently with only the slightest provocation.  Her
bottom crack was a deep seductive division between large soft cheeks.  Many
adults enjoyed punishing her; from the vivid redness and raised welts that
showed perfectly on her delicate sensitive skin, to the parting of her
bottom cheeks to reveal her large fleshy anus which was often obliged to
accept all shapes and sizes of excited adult penis and thick solid
strap-ons.  But, perhaps, what many of them liked best was that Karla was a
miserable little coward who would constantly plead and beg, inventing the
most terrible demeaning acts for herself in order to avoid her spankings.
She really was prepared to do absolutely anything.  Only Karla had been led
naked on her hands and knees at the end of a dog leash into the staffroom
to lick everyone's bottom holes; only Karla had been put in the big girls'
washroom to act as their personal toilet slave.  Like the others in the
dormitory, Karla lay on her bed, her pyjama bottoms pulled down to her
knees, her bruised and blistered bottom exposed as she wept bitter tears;
she'd had a terrible day.
   Karla's problems had started at breakfast.  As usual, the dining hall
was quiet as the girls ate, apart from the sound of prayers being read out
loud by the day's reader.  It had been only a moment's clumsiness and
Karla's metal spoon had clattered to the floor.  Almost instantaneously a
big girl arrived next to her with a broad thick punishment strap at the
ready and beckoned for her to stand up.
   "Hands!" the big girl had barked.
   Already weeping fearfully, Karla had held out both her hands in front of
her, palms up.
   WHAP!
   The strap crashed down across her palms and Karla howled, stuffing her
poor stinging hands under her armpits as she danced about.
   "Hands!" the big girl barked again.
   Shaking and reluctant, Karla held out her already reddening and welting
palms.
   WHAP!
   Karla shrieked and waved her hands madly in the air; the sting was
appalling.
   "Hands!" the big girl repeated.
   Fifteen times the strap crashed across her palms until Karla was
screaming, unable to hold her hands out and another big girl was called to
ensure that Karla's hands remained held out and in position for the rest of
her punishment.  The other girls ate breakfast accompanied by the noise as
of Karla screaming as she was repeatedly strapped on her hands.  Karla had
then received another two demerits for not holding her hands out properly.
   Still howling, her hands big red welted things at the end of her arms,
Karla went to her first lesson.  Unfortunately for Karla, it proved to be a
history test, where complete silence and an ability to write quickly and
accurately was required.  Try as she might, Karla was unable to stop the
tears, let alone hold a pencil.  The scary form of Miss Fiona had appeared
next to her.
   Fiona was a rotund woman in her fifties.  By day her time was filled
with a throbbing dribbling pussy as she spanked one bottom after another.
By night she would remember being the snivelling pleading child undergoing
the most terrible punishments at the hands of her strict mother.  Her pussy
would be on fire and she would beg for the day to start and for more fresh
little bottoms to present themselves to her.
   Fiona's mother had been a disciplinarian who took the greatest of
delight in vigourously punishing the bottoms of her two daughters.  She had
followed pseudo-Christian teachings about the duty of parents to spank
multiple times a day with a variety of implements on the uncovered bottom.
The teachings recommended that `lavish affection' follow such spankings, by
which Fiona's mother took to mean the use of her daughters' bodies to
satisfy her insatiable sexual appetite, and also to take care of the needs
of a number of generous spanking `Uncles' and `Aunts'.
   Fiona's spankings had started when she was six-months-old with a short
length of rubber tubing.  By the time Fiona was a toddler, she was
collecting her own punishment implements from the cupboard where they were
stored and presenting them to her mother with a curtsy.  When Fiona was
about six or seven, her real spankings started; long sessions for her and
her sister in their mother's bedroom, both of them bare naked, their mother
in her underwear.  Their mother's vicious scolding would soon have them in
tears long before they were spanked, and the sight of terrible bottom
hurting implements being laid out for them would have them snivelling and
pleading with their mother to try and lessen their spankings.  Good
behaviour would be promised, better grades and lavish adult-child sex for
their mother and her chosen friends.  But the result would always be the
same; two little girls screaming their heads off as their bottoms were
slowly and methodically blistered.  Their genitals did not escape
punishment either; their mother believed they were a logical extension of a
child's bottom.  Their screams always reached new levels of intensity when
their mother began to strap or cane a little pussy or bottom hole. 
Finally, they would be given a choice; more punishment or sex with their
mother and any other watching adult.  Both sisters learned how to coax the
most delicious long intense orgasms out of gaping adult pussies and huge
stiff adult cocks, using their mouths, pussies and anuses.  Many of their
Uncles demanded deep anal sex with them and their mother obligingly
stretched their little holes at every opportunity.  Fiona eyed Karla like
an eagle does its prey; like every teacher at the school, she adored
Karla's big soft bottom and her miserable pleading.  Fiona had recently
taken delivery of something particularly severe and her throbbing pussy
told her that this little bottom deserved it most.
   "Karla," Miss Fiona intoned, "you will stop that noise and attend to
your test now, my girl!"
   Miss Fiona had stood by her to witness her pathetic effort to achieve
either of her commands.  If anything, scared of another punishment by Miss
Fiona, Karla had cried even more.  Miss Fiona had virtually picked Karla up
by the ear and pulled her over to the teacher's desk at the front of the
class.
   "The rest of you carry on with your work while I deal with Karla!" Fiona
announced, certain in the knowledge that everyone would be watching.
   Fiona made quick work of stripping Karla's uniform off until the girl
was quite naked.
   "Face the blackboard, Karla.  Bend over, hands on knees, legs apart, dip
your back and get that bottom stuck out!" Fiona instructed.
   A naked ten-year-old bottom was presented to the class at a rude and
jaunty angle, the soft globes stretched taunt and the little pussy
partially open.  The pink of Karla's inner labia was in clear contrast to
the white of her skin.  Her body shook with sobs and the miserable pleading
started.
   "Boo hoo!  Please Miss!  Not in public!  Take me to the storeroom!  Boo
hoo!  I'll be good for you!  Don't do it in public!  Please!" Karla
blubbered.
   Fiona grinned; Karla was such a coward, she brought it on herself. 
Fiona reached into her desk drawer and took out an eighteen-inch-long
rectangular wooden paddle.  It was a genuine 1950s high school paddle
bought at auction on Fiona's behalf.  Designed to be felt by pupils in
their late teens administered over jeans and underwear, it would have a
devastating effect on the small bare bottoms of the young girls of the
Bible school.  Karla began to shriek and blubber helplessly as she saw it
in Fiona's hands.
   "Bwaaaaaaaah!  Please, Miss!  Not with that!  I can't take it!  It'll
kill me!  Boo hoo!  My bottom!  Not on my bottom!  Please!  I'll do
anything!" Karla sobbed.
   The class watched Karla's bottom cheeks wobble and bounce as her feet
did a little jig whilst she was still bent over.  Fiona stood behind her;
the child's bottom was really quite enchanting; the paddle was going to
make it go all colours of the rainbow.  Fiona's pussy wet itself as she
thought of how loud Karla would scream when the paddle landed.  Fiona
pressed the paddle against Karla's little bum.  The paddle was much bigger
than Karla's whole bottom.  Fiona drew back the paddle to shoulder height
and then whacked it into Karla's bottom with the same force as the most
determined High School Principal.
   CRACK!
   Karla's feet seemed to leave the ground as the paddle landed.  There was
a sharp strangled cry as Karla jumped up, her hands welded to her bottom as
she danced about on tip toe.  Her face went red as her mouth opened in a
silent scream and she danced naked in front of her classmates.  A moment
later, she drew in a huge ragged breath and screamed; she screamed like she
had never screamed before; her whole bottom felt like it was coming off in
her hands.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" she screamed, as
she danced about.
   Miss Fiona watched her, seemingly impassive, but her pussy threatened to
overwhelm her panty liners with the copious juice it was producing.
   "Don't make such a fuss, Karla!" she said dismissively, "You've still
got another nine to come!"
   Karla threw herself at this Fiona's feet, her hands still clamped to her
bottom, squeezing at the cheeks.
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  MISS!  NOT NINE MORE!  WAAAAAAAAH!  THE PAIN!  MY
BOTTOM!  TAKE ME TO YOUR ROOM!  I'LL KISS YOUR WEE-HOLE! 
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   The class sniggered at Karla's dirty offers, but they all knew that in
private they would beg for exactly the same thing.  Miss Fiona tutted,
waving her finger at Karla.
   "We don't have time for that now, Karla!  I'm in the middle of teaching!
Get back up and bend over!  Bend over my desk if you can't control
yourself!"
   Karla stumbled to her feet and bent over Miss Fiona's desk.  She felt
Miss Fiona take her hands off her bottom and force them into the small of
her back, holding them there firmly with one hand.  Karla kicked out with
her legs and found both legs kicking in thin air.  She howled with terror;
Miss Fiona had her held in position now and there was nothing to protect
her poor bottom from the massive paddle.
   "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Karla screamed, just as the paddle landed again.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   Karla's screams assumed an unearthly quality as her large bottom cheeks
went purple and bull's-eye blisters developed the cheeks' crowns.  Her legs
kicked wildly in the air, giving her classmates a full and intimate display
of her open genitals.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!  NYAAAAAAAAAH!  STOOOOOOOP! 
EEEEEEEEEEE! YEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" Karla screamed.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   Fiona released Karla and the deranged child ran about the room with her
hands glued to her bottom, jumping around.  No one in the class said a
thing; none of them had ever seen a paddle that big before and its effect
was stunning.  Karla's purple bottom seemed to be everywhere at once in the
classroom as she ran about, parading herself in front of her classmates. 
Fiona watched her with a sly smile on her face; she would need an intimate
session at break-time to sort her throbbing pussy out.  Eventually, Karla
collapsed in a heap, still screaming and rolling on the floor.  Fiona
returned the classes' attention to their test and they carried on with it
as Karla's howls from the pain of her poor busted butt accompanied their
frenzied scribbling.
   Karla was dispatched at break-time whilst a snivelling little Charlotte
Evans was locked in the classroom with an excited Miss Fiona and a solid
wooden hairbrush.  Charlotte would soon be making the same promises Karla
had made as the hairbrush remorselessly whacked into her tiny bottom;
promises which a now naked Miss Fiona had every intention of collecting on.
   Karla had managed to pick up another two demerits from Miss Fiona for
not staying in position and generally `carrying on' whilst being spanked.
Only one more demerit was needed before she would have to visit the
Principal for a terrible spanking.  Not for the first time that day, Karla
trembled and wept with fear.
   With her red welted hands and blistered bottom, it was only a matter of
time before Karla got into trouble again.  This time it was in maths for an
inability to write the answers quickly enough and generally being a fidget,
something that the appalling pain in her bottom as she sat on her bruises
and blisters made it impossible for her not to do.  She was handed her
fifth demerit and a trip to the Principal was sealed.
   For the rest of the day Karla fought back fits of tears as 4:00 PM
approached.  At the appointed time, she took her leave of the lesson to
visit the Principal.  Sniffing back her tears, she approached an office
towards the rear of the school.  She could see a queue of four girls and a
big girl with a clipboard.  As she got nearer she could hear that the
Principal was already busy.  The door to the office had been left open a
crack and there was a mournful weeping emanating from it.  Then there was
the dull crack of a length of thin whippy wood meeting a soft resilient
young bottom and a rasping shriek filled the corridor outside the door. 
All four girls in the queue danced on the spot, tears flowing down their
cheeks as the awful shriek assaulted their ears.
   The big girl saw Karla arriving; she checked her clipboard and beckoned
Karla to her as she ticked a name on the list.
   "Karla," she grinned, "so glad that you could join the Principal's
little party today!  I do believe the Principal's is in a very severe
mood!"
   Just as the big girl spoke, another juddering thwack came from the
office accompanied by a desperate shrieking.  The sobbing of the girls in
the queue intensified.  The big girl turned back to Karla.
   "I'm sorry to report, Karla," she grinned in a way that said she wasn't
sorry at all, "that the Principal has requested you go last!"
   The big girl bent down so her mouth was next to Karla's ear.
   "So you can both spend some private time together!" she whispered.
   Karla had been crying the whole way to the Principal's office, but now
she began to bawl like a baby.  `Last in the queue', `private time with the
Principal', it was the most terrible end to the most awful day.  The
thwacks and screams from the office carried on as she wept.
   Some minutes later a buzzer sounded and the big girl went into the
office.  She emerged half dragging a naked eleven-year-old girl out into
the corridor.  The girl was shrieking with her hands clamped to her bottom
that was covered in thick swollen red cane marks.  She seemed to have lost
all self-control and hopped about squealing as the big girl moved her a
little way down the corridor.  When the big girl released her, the girl
began to jump and up and down emitting pitiful wails.  The big girl
consulted her clipboard and pointed to the next girl in the queue.
   "In you go!" the big girl smiled.
   Wailing with fear, the next girl went into the Principal's office.  A
minute or so later the screaming started, this time accompanied by the
explosive cracks of what sounded like a thick lexan paddle.
   For almost an hour, Karla waited, listening to the screams of the other
girls as their bottoms were ripped up by the vicious Principal and they
each emerged screaming, holding their mess of a bottom.
   Karla became almost hysterical as her turn arrived and the big girl,
sensing her reluctance, dragged her by the arm into the office.
   Behind the desk sat Miss Jennifer; a small prim sprightly lady in her
late fifties, her piercing eyes and fearsome severity made her feared by
all the girls.  She was as well liked by the staff as she was feared by the
girls; those piercing eyes of hers would twinkle as she regaled the staff
with stories of her very latest severe thrashings, often accompanied by
hilarious imitations of the girls' screaming reactions.
   Jennifer's pussy was soaking; her daily disciplinary duties always had
this effect on her.  A trip by Karla to the office was always a delight;
the girl's terrified squealing and pleading and her large soft creamy white
bottom made for a long satisfying punishment.  Jennifer had been taught
early in her life how an adult's sexual pleasure was intrinsically linked
to spanking a child, and her own little bottom had been one of those that
had provided that pleasure.
   Jennifer had been born into a secretive religious sect.  On their
compound, far from anywhere, there were over one-hundred families, and
several thousand other families spread across the country.  The adults were
taught that the Bible encouraged the bare bottom spanking of children with
strict implements and that a man's `rod' was also a punishment implement.
The adults were also taught that as a community it was important to share
and that meant sharing your children with others who might also wish to
spank them.  The large families encouraged by the sect left the two-hundred
adults with almost four-hundred children to `shepherd'.
   The compound seemed to be constantly filled with the sounds of shrieking
children having their bottoms thrashed.  Adults took to carrying canes and
straps with them, so that if a particular child caught their fancy they
could immediately indulge themselves in the strictest discipline of that
little child's bare bottom.  It was taught that spanking was good whatever
the age of the child and so children, right through from babies to girls
and boys in their late teens, were subject to the will of adults.  On their
seventeenth birthday a child was deemed to be an adult and they were
conferred with full spanking rights over anyone aged less than seventeen,
something that most of them took to with an almost insane relish.
   Jennifer's life had been no different to the other children's in the
sect.  She would weep and beg miserably as another large adult penis was
pushed into her small pussy or up her tiny bum; she would gag remorselessly
as a strict adult had her deep throat him as his cock twitched and squirted
in her throat; she would gasp for air and kick her legs in desperation as
she was suffocated by another huge gaping adult pussy sat over her mouth
and nose, and she would scream just as loud as any other child as her
bottom was whipped and paddled until the big fat blisters came.  Jennifer
had spent most of her childhood with her bottom growing a new layer of skin
thanks to the constant severity, length and frequency of spankings.
   Once Jennifer turned seventeen she soon established a reputation for
herself as an intelligent young adult with an ability to gain almost
immediate obedience from a child.  She soon had her own class of children
to teach and by her mid-twenties was responsible for the whole sect's
education.  After a most unfortunate incident with a certain young child
escaping and telling tales, the sect was closed, although mysteriously,
there were no prosecutions.  Jennifer was offered work by a shadowy
organisation that had been linked with the sect to establish a series of
Bible Schools, initially to house the children of the sect and keep them
quiet.  Jennifer had proved most adept at her role.
   Jennifer observed Karla weeping for a while and then turned to the big
girl who had brought her in.
   "Why don't you stay with us, Angie?" Jennifer smiled at the big girl,
"I'm sure you must be quite soaked after listening to all that spanking
going on!  Perhaps Karla here can provide us both with some entertainment?"
   The big girl grinned.  No wonder Miss Jennifer ran this place; she knew
just how to keep everyone happy.  Angie shut the door and it automatically
locked.  She and Miss Jennifer would want to take their time with Karla.
   Karla stared from the older lady to the teenager; she trembled with fear
as she saw the raw lust in their eyes.  With the two of them punishing her,
she would barely be able to walk for days.
   "Are you going to entertain us, Karla?" Miss Jennifer asked.
   The tears and snot dribbled down Karla's face; if only she could
convince them in some way not to spank her!
   "Boo hoo!  Yes, Miss!  I'll entertain you!  And Miss Angie!  I'll be
good!  Boo hoo!  I'll be your sex toy!  You can use me!  I can lick and
kiss your bottoms!  I'll really get my tongue up you!  Boo hoo!  I'll go to
the toilet with you and...  Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!...  you can use me to clean
you!  Boo hoo!  Oh please, Miss!  Please!  I'll do anything to entertain
you!"
   "But what about hurting you, Karla?" smiled Miss Jennifer, "How should
we entertain ourselves doing that?"
   Karla began to wail hysterically.  Her bottom was already blistered;
what was Miss Jennifer going to do to her?
   Jennifer nodded at Angie.
   "Take her clothes off and let's see what sort of bottom this child has
to offer us today!" Jennifer instructed.
   Angie made short work of stripping Karla and making her stand with her
hands on her head.  Jennifer and Angie examined the little purple bottom
with its huge white blisters on each cheek.
   "I think Miss Fiona's been busy with her new paddle!" grinned Jennifer.
   Angie smiled and nodded, only sorry that she hadn't been there to
witness it.
   "Still," continued Jennifer, "it seems that she's left us with plenty to
work with.  Why, she's barely spanked between those little cheeks at all!"
   "Nooooooooo!" wailed Karla, squeezing her legs together and twisting
about, "Not there!  Boo hoo!  Pleeeeeeeease!  Anything!  Don't spank me
there!  Bwaaaaaaaaaah!"
   "Angie," Jennifer said, with a hungry look in her eyes, "please fetch me
my longest thinnest plastic rod.  I want Karla to remember this every time
she wees and poos for the next month!"
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Karla's terrified wails serenaded
the elder woman and the big girl as they prepared to punish her.
   Jennifer began to take her clothes off and signalled for Angie to do the
same.  They both wanted to be ready to enjoy Karla's compliance during her
strict punishment.  Jennifer whispered some instructions to the big girl.
   Angie finished taking her clothes off and then fetched a
three-and-a-half-foot long quarter-inch thick white plastic rod, a six-inch
long one-and-a-half-inch thick heavily-veined skin-coloured strap-on dildo
and a large tub of lubrication gel.  Angie handed the thin rod to Jennifer
and set about fasting the strap-on dildo onto herself and lubricating the
thick shaft.  As the two ladies readied themselves, poor little
ten-year-old Karla's snot bubbled out of her nose and ran down her face as
she told them how good she'd be if only they didn't whip her poo and wee
holes.
   "Whaaaaaaaaa!  Lick you so nice!  Boo hoo!  Poo in my mouth! 
A-hurrrrrrrrr!  Lick your bummy holes clean!  Bwaaaaaaaah!  Sit on my face!
Pleeeeeeeeease!  Anything!  Whaaaaaaaaaah!"
   "Get her on the table in the diaper position and keep her arms and legs
out of the way!" Jennifer instructed Angie; Jennifer's pussy needed Karla's
punishment to be very strict indeed.
   Angie dragged Karla up onto Miss Jennifer's large padded desktop and
laid her on her back.  Then she stood behind Karla and pulled the girl's
legs back over her shoulders.  With a firm grip on each of Karla's ankles,
Angie pulled Karla's legs wide apart.
   "Arms!" Angie instructed.
   Karla stretched her arms out behind her flat on the desktop.  Angie
lifted up her own leg and put her thigh over Karla's arms to hold them
pinned to the desktop.  The big strap-on dildo rested across Karla's face,
reminding her of what she would get later.
   Jennifer looked down at the little girl being held down firmly on her
desktop.  Karla was on her back, her legs pulled back behind her head and
widely spread.  Her pussy lips and inner bottom cheeks were exposed, milky
white and untouched, her tiny holes were open and pink.  The unspanked area
was framed by her obscenely swollen purple bottom cheeks.  Jennifer touched
the plastic rod deep into Karla's bottom crack, the end of it resting on
Karla's exposed anus.  She smiled into Karla's red weeping face.
   "A good bottom hole whipping with the rod will teach you right from
wrong, Karla!" Jennifer intoned, "Girls who come to my office with demerits
get taught a good lesson!"
   Jennifer lifted the thin plastic rod back over her shoulder.  As Karla
howled her last desperate pleas, the rod was whipped down between her
bottom cheeks, landing on her little anus with a dull fleshy `whuck' noise.
   WHUCK!  WHUCK!  WHUCK!  WHUCK!  WHUCK!
   Miss Jennifer slowly, strictly, spanked Karla's anus and pussy with the
terrible rod.  Each spank was timed for the full effect to sink in. 
Karla's horrible screams assaulted Jennifer's ears as her private parts
began to welt and swell.  The rod painted red-hot lines of sheer agony on
the very most sensitive parts of the little girl as Jennifer continued to
discipline her.
   WHUCK!  WHUCK!  WHUCK!  WHUCK!  WHUCK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!  YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  AAAAAAAAAH!"
   Karla's shrieks had lost all coherence as her body bucked and squirmed
in Angie's firm grip.
   WHUCK!  WHUCK!  WHUCK!  WHUCK!  WHUCK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAAH!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   WHUCK!  WHUCK!  WHUCK!  WHUCK!  WHUCK!
   "A-YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  AAAAAAAAAAAH!"
   Jennifer stood back to admire her work.  The small areas that had been
the focus of the rod's incessant attention were fat and red, the ridged
lines from where the rod had landed standing up proud on Karla's pussy and
anus.
   "Karla," Jennifer said sharply, "Do you want your spanking to stop?"
   "EEEEEEEEEEEE!  YEESSSSSSSSSS!  YEESSSSSSSS!" Karla screamed, her head
thrashing about, bumping her face into the big strap-on lying across her
face in an almost comical way.
   "Are you going to be good for me and Miss Angie when we use our bodies
to discipline you?" Jennifer asked.
   "YEESSSSSSSSS!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!  I WILL!" Karla shrieked.
   Miss Jennifer went and sat on a low sofa and spread her legs.  Angie
dragged the jumping skipping genital-squeezing little girl over to her and
showed her Miss Jennifer's pussy.  Karla threw her face into the
grey-haired pussy and began to eat it as if her life depended on it.  Angie
knelt behind Karla, the big strap-on level with her genitals.  Angie looked
enquiringly at Jennifer.
   "Bottom!" said Jennifer.
   Angie put the tip of the hard plastic cock against Karla's whipped anus
and began to push.  The girl's screams sounded in Miss Jennifer's pussy. 
Jennifer sighed and stroked Karla's hair.  She looked at Angie who was
knelt behind Karla feeding the thick plastic cock into Karla's anus.
   "Do it to her hard!" Jennifer moaned in a dreamy voice, "I need to feel
the screams!"
   Angie rammed the cock up Karla's anus and the really intense muffled
screams began.  Jennifer's eyes rolled back in her head as her clit
responded.  Desperate for her own release, Angie held Karla by the hips and
thrust the cock in and out of the tiny hole, almost lifting Karla off the
floor as Angie's taunt teenage stomach smacked into Karla's ravaged bottom
cheeks.
   "EEEEEEEEEE...mmmfff...EEEEEEEEEE...mmmfff...EEEEEEEEE!" Karla's screams
were emitted deep to Jennifer's pussy.
   Angie's sweating body worked the strap-on cock in an out of Karla's
bottom as Angie's firm young breasts bounced in time to her thrusts.
   "EEEEEEEEEE...mmmfff...EEEEEEEEEE...mmmfff...EEEEEEEEE!"
   Angie began to grunt as the clitoral stimulator at the base of the
strap-on cock did its job on her engorged clit and labia.  Jennifer
twitched and tossed on the sofa and her breaths became short.
   "Gonna cum!" moaned Angie as her hips worked away, "Gonna cum!  GONNA
CUM!  GONNA CUM!  YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
   Angie's body twisted and shivered as she tried to keep working the cock
in Karla's anus to ensure Miss Jennifer could `feel the screams'.
   Jennifer felt her head go light and she arched her back as she had a
long intense orgasm, her body twitching as her pussy repeatedly spasmed. 
During her orgasm the unfortunate Karla was completely drenched by Miss
Jennifer who was a copious squirter.  To the poor girl it felt as if she
were being drowned as the liquid went into her mouth and nose.
   As was normal practice at the school, as soon as the adults had enjoyed
themselves, Karla was unceremoniously kicked out of the room, naked into
the corridor.  She had managed to crawl back to the dormitory and onto her
bed, but still, hours later, her bottom and pussy were in agony, her anal
tract was raw from the pounding Angie's strap-on had given it and her mouth
and nose couldn't get rid of the taste and smell of Miss Jennifer. 
Accompanied by the other three girls in the dormitory, Karla wept
piteously; every day at the school was worse than the last.
  
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   Suddenly the light in the dormitory came on and Alice, their dormitory
monitor, was standing there in just her panties.  Mary, Emma, Anne and
Karla panicked, trying to pull their pyjama bottoms up from their highly
illicit position down around their knees.  Alice glared at them.
   "Aren't you brats asleep yet?" Alice barked, "I could hear your
disgusting wailing all the way down the corridor!"
   Alice reached up and took the huge paddle off its hook.
   "Don't bother pulling your pyjamas up!" she said in a firm low voice,
"It looks like I need to teach you all a lesson!  Get up on your hands and
knees!  Heads down!  Bottoms up!  Get ready; I'm going to do this hard!"
   The terrible screams and shouts that came out of dormitory 4A soon woke
up most of the other girls in the dormitory block.  They trembled as they
heard the heavy cracks and unearthly howling as four little girls had their
bottoms broken.
   Alice grinned as she wielded the paddle; she'd pulled her panties off
and was now naked.  Mary's little tongue had wormed its way up into her
anus and Karla was feverishly sucking at her pussy and clit, Anne was
shrieking and pulling at her bottom cheeks and Emma was screaming as the
paddle collided with her bruised and blistered bottom.  Alice wriggled her
pussy and ass into the two busy little faces; she loved being at this
school.
   DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact.  The two are very
different.
   
  
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