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EVACUEES, PART 1 (MF/gg, nc, spank, pedo, oral, anal)
   A chill breeze blew across the small country station.  It smelt of wet
steam and fresh coal.  The last warmth at the end of summer clung to the
October day.  Far away in London for another night the bombs had fallen and
the evacuation of the Capitals' children to the safety of the countryside
was in full swing.
   Standing on the station platform was a couple in their mid forties. 
They were well-dressed and seemingly affluent; perhaps not upper-class, but
certainly local gentry or professional.  John Fawcett pulled out a fob
watch and checked the time, another ten minutes to go.  John was the local
doctor; well regarded and adequately rewarded he kept a large house on the
best road into town.  He was of average height with thinning hair.  Next to
him stood his wife, Hortense.  She was taller than John, with slightly
greying hair and angular features.  She was thin and her lips had a habit
of pursing together in a thin line that often dropped at the edges to
express her dissatisfaction.  Hortense was the headmistress of a small
local prep school for children aged seven to eleven years.  It was as
renowned for its results as it was for the quantity of corporal punishment
it meted out.  But every year it was oversubscribed and Hortense had her
pick of pupils whose parents didn't care a jot if their child had their
bottom slippered, caned, strapped or spanked until they couldn't sit down.
Indeed Hortense was affectionately known in town, albeit behind her back,
as `Miss Spank'.
   What the good townsfolk didn't know was that during punishment time at
the school John was sat in a large cupboard in his wife's office behind a
louver door enjoying a long exciting masturbation as a line of snivelling
children entered one by one to receive their spankings.  And all spankings
at the school were delivered on the bare bottom.  Hortense insisted on it
and the parents either agreed or the children failed to be selected. 
Hortense always ensured that after knickers or underpants had been pulled
down and off that the child was positioned with their face against the
louver door whilst they were scolded, their genitals displayed only a few
inches from where John sat.  And after their bottoms had been thoroughly
spanked, they were required to bend over and touch their toes with their
bottoms against the old louver door.
   John and Hortense were a perfectly matched couple.  They had met in
their late teens at a party held at the local squire's house.  During the
day, one of the younger daughter's of their host misbehaved and rumours
were soon rife that the cane would be used on her later.  As the child's
bedtime arrived, unknown to each other, John and Hortense made their
excuses.  John made his way to the nursery where tearful pleading could
already be heard from behind the door.  He put his eye to the keyhole and
saw the young girl quite naked being scolded by the irate nanny, the cane
already in her hand.  The child was obliged to bend over and touch her toes
and the nanny began to whip her bottom with the cane.  John had almost
jumped out of his skin as a voice next to his ear asked if she could have a
look.  John turned to see a remarkably pretty willowy girl of his own age.
They had both shared the keyhole as the little girl's bottom was turned
into a dark crimson splodge by her nanny's cane.  As John watched he felt
the girl next to him slip her hand into his pants and around his highly
aroused penis.  For the first time, someone other than himself brought him
to orgasm as he watched the child howling and dancing about holding her
bottom.
   The two had become committed to each other and married soon after John
had qualified as a doctor.  Children had not come, but they had dedicated
themselves to their careers which soon bore fruit.  Hortense's daily
punishments of the children at the school grew into an orgy of well whipped
bare little bottoms for them both to enjoy.  But it wasn't enough; John
craved intimate sexual contact with the spanked children and Hortense was
frustrated by having to keep the spankings limited to what most parents
would accept.  But now an opportunity had come.
   Hortense looked down the railway track and tapped her foot impatiently.
   "Tell me about them again!" she demanded.
   John smiled.  He loved seeing Hortense all excited like this.  He could
tell she was working over in her mind the different things she would do to
punish the children's bottoms.  He much preferred to sit back and enjoy
watching her administer the spankings rather than doing it himself.  He
viewed himself as a willing assistant and soon, they had agreed, his penis
would join in with the punishing of these two little girls.  He cleared his
throat.
   "They're two sisters; Elizabeth who is ten-years-old, she likes to be
called Lizzie, and Sophie who is eight-years-old.  Their parents died two
years ago in a tragic omnibus accident while on a night out at the theatre.
Details of their life with their parents are sketchy, but it's known that
they had both received the cane from their mother and there is some
evidence that their father had enjoyed his `parental rights' with them."
   "Mmmmm, delicious!" said Hortense, smacking her lips, "What then?"
   John smiled; this was the best bit.
   "They were put in the Charity House Orphanage for Young Ladies." he
smiled, "An institution renowned for its strict upbringing of its young
charges."
   "How strict?" gloated Hortense.
   "From what I've been able to find out, "said John, "very strict.  I know
a doctor in London who shares our interest and has visited there in the
line of duty.  It appears that the little girls are all put through their
paces on a regular basis, and the staff think nothing of using the cane on
girls as young as eight-years-old."
   John watched a dreamy look come over Hortense's face.
   "And what about your interests?" she enquired archly.
   John smiled.
   "From my good friend's report, none of the girls retained their hymens
and there were even a few cases in the elder girls of prolapsed anuses, the
result I believe of regular vaginal douches and very large enemas."
   "Where is that train?" gasped Hortense, "I can't wait to see them!  I
hope they're pretty and have lovely big bottoms!  How long have we got them
for?"
   "From what I can tell," said John, "the orphanage may not open again,
even after this damn war is finished.  The documents they will present us
with give us the right to keep them and to treat them as we would our own
daughters `in loco parentis'."
   Hortense laughed.
   "I think our `daughters' will soon learn that their new parents are very
strict indeed!" she smirked, "And they'll soon be finding out how to use
their bums and pussies to please their new daddy."
   John joined in the laughter.
   "After, of course, they've had new mummy show them how hard she likes to
whip their little bottoms!" John added, "And, indeed, how a good little
daughter should use her mouth to please her mother."
   John checked his watch and looked down the track.
   "Where is that train?" he said, "It's already ten minutes late!"
   The train clattered on the single-line country track.  The girls could
hear the constant rhythmic puffing of the engine, even though they were
several carriages back.  Everyone had left their compartment now and they
were alone.  Lizzie and Sophie were both dressed identically in the
orphanage uniform, a grey woollen pinafore worn over a short white cotton
smock and those horrible scratchy woollen knickers they were forced to
wear.
   Lizzie was a pretty ten-year-old and the eldest of the two.  She was an
average height for her age and had a sweet little face with big brown eyes
and light brown hair.  Her body, like all the girls at the orphanage, was
thin; there were no cakes and biscuits to feed little girls with there. 
Nature had provided Lizzie with a pair of hips that made for a broad bottom
with large soft full cheeks, something she had often cursed when being
spanked.  Surely if you had a bigger bottom the spanking must hurt more
because there was more area for the adult to spank, she had often thought
as she ran her fingers over the big fat stinging welts on her bottom.
   Sophie was eight-years-old and the more exuberant of the two.  She was
half-a-head shorter than her sister, but in looks quite clearly related to
her.  She had the same pretty face with a gap-toothed smile, the same big
brown eyes and brown hair.  Nature had been equally abundant with Sophie's
hips and her large buttocks had been the centre of teasing at the
orphanage; `Sophie big bottom' was a favourite name for the other girls to
call her.  But often they felt sorry for her as her `big bottom' would be
covered with black and yellow bruises from yet another severe caning and
the tears would leak out of her eyes as she was forced to sit for lessons
on her sore throbbing cheeks.
   The girls watched the countryside fly by as the train moved.  It felt
strange to be out of the city with no streets and houses; even stranger to
be out of the orphanage that they'd been locked in for the last two years.
The morning had been a whirl of activity; the girls had been made to wash,
put on their uniforms and then marched to the station.  There had been
hundreds of children there and lots of adults with clipboards.  They saw
some of their friends sneaking off, preferring to take their chances living
on the streets, rather than go somewhere they didn't know.  But Lizzie and
Sophie didn't have that background; they'd never lived on the street.  Up
until the dreadful accident they had lived in a house with Mummy and Daddy,
eaten nice food and gone for walks in the park.  Yes, there had been the
other side to Mummy and Daddy too; when all the nice things of the day were
done and it was the girls' bedtime, that was when Mummy and Daddy used to
hurt them; both sisters naked for the long terrible spankings with straps
and canes and hairbrushes and slippers, the awful humiliating baths where
adult fingers probed and prodded at your private little holes, and then the
most awful huge enemas that filled your tummy up until you felt you might
burst.  But it hadn't stopped there; before they were done, Daddy and Mummy
would take their own clothes off and Daddy's hard adult willy would be
pushed into their little holes whilst Mummy made them kiss her between the
legs.
   Sophie looked out of the window, her nose pressed to the glass.
   "Lizzie," she said, her nose not leaving the glass, "what do you think
they're going to be like?"
   "I don't know." sighed Lizze, who'd been thinking the same thing.
   "Do you think they'll be like Mummy and Daddy were?" persisted Sophie.
   "Like what?" asked Lizzie, but she knew what Sophie was trying to say.
   "Like, they like hurting our bottoms and doing `them things' to us."
answered Sophie.
   Lizzie sighed and shook her head; she'd been avoiding the question
herself for days, but she knew the answer.
   "All adults like spanking children, don't they!" she stated, "Look at
Mummy and Daddy; they did it to us all the time!  And look at all of them
at `the hole'; they had us with our clothes off, touching us everywhere,
spanking us every day.  You know they have their `favourites' that they did
`them things' to in private, don't you?"
   Sophie shook her head fascinated.
   Lizzie gave an exaggerated sigh.
   "They were all at it!  Jenny Brown was in the next bed to me in the
dorm. She was hardly ever there.  She had to go to Mr Jennings every night.
You should have seen her bum hole in the morning!  It was all big, open and
sore and his stuff would be coming out of it."
   Sophie thought for a moment.
   "Yours used to be like that when Daddy had finished." she said solemnly.
   "No it didn't!  said Lizzie sharply and punched her sister on the arm,
but she knew it was the truth; she remembered being able to touch up inside
her bottom because the hole stayed open afterwards.
   "Lizzie?" Sophie said in a questioning way.
   "Yes."
   "Will we have to be good for them when they spank us like we had to be
for Mummy and Daddy?"
   "Yes, I think we probably will." Lizzie agreed.
   Lizzie watched in amazement as her little sister hiked-up her pinafore,
pulled down her knickers and took them off, lifting one foot after the
other, and then pushed them into her pinafore pocket.
   "What are you doing?" Lizzie gasped.
   "When we get there we have to show them we're good!  You know, all ready
to be spanked and to do `them things' for them.  Then maybe they won't
spank us as hard as Mummy and Daddy did!"
   Lizzie nodded and then stood up and took off our own knickers, her firm
bouncy bottom cheeks wriggling as she wondered how hard these new people
were going to spank.
   The train was twenty minutes late when it finally arrived.  John and
Hortense were annoyed and impatient, but as the carriage door opened and
the two little girls clambered out, helped by the Porter, their annoyance
evaporated.
   "Look at their bottoms!" gasped Hortense.
   John was looking and his cock tingled and began to grow.  The two little
sisters were almost ideal for what he had planned; big doleful brown eyes
that he couldn't wait to see fill with tears, full red lips that would look
so lovely obscenely stretched around his cock, thin little bodies with wide
flaring hips and what couldn't fail to be large cheeked soft buttocks as a
result.  The girls' skin was a pale white and he imagined that it would go
an exciting vivid red when spanked and mark-up terribly when the implements
went to work on it.
   The girls approached them with shy smiles.  The eldest child clasped two
official letters.
   "Excuse me!" said the eldest one, "Are you Mr and Mrs Fawcett?"
   "We are Dr and Mrs Fawcett." John corrected sternly.
   "Oh, I'm very sorry, Sir!" the girl trembled, "These letters are for
you. We're Lizzie and Sophie.  We've been sent here.  We were evacuated! 
From the orphanage, Sir!"
   "Yes, I'm aware of that, child." John said, "You will give me the
letters now.  Are you aware of what these letters mean?"
   The girls shook their heads.
   "These two letters," John announced, "give me and my wife the right to
treat you as if you were our own daughters; in every single way that a
parent might treat their child.  Every single way!  Do I make myself
clear?"
   "Yes sir." the girls chorused.
   "They also," continued John, "tell me about any of your, no doubt,
disgraceful behaviour that needs correcting."
   The girls looked at the ground and their bottom lips quivered.  Both of
them had a horrible idea what the letters might say.
   "Follow me." said John and led them to the car.
   As the girls saw the little black car there was great excitement.
   "Is this your car, Sir?" asked Sophie, unable to stop herself hopping
about in excitement.
   "Gosh, Sir!  I've never been in a car before!" said Lizzie in
anticipation.
   It only took a few minutes to drive back from the station to the house.
The girls were suitably impressed with the large residence.
   "It's so big!" gasped Sophie.
   "It's huge!" marvelled Lizzie.
   John and Hortense showed the girls to their rooms.  Sophie's was
decorated with pink wallpaper and had a pretty bed with a new teddy bear on
it.  On the book shelf were new children's picture books and board games.
   "Its lovely!" said Sophie, her eyes wide trying to take everything in.
   Lizzie's room was pink and white, finished with lime green.  On the
floor in front of her bed was a big dolls house, opened up and ready to
play with.
   Lizzie looked up at John and Hortense, her eyes filled with tears.
   "It's beautiful!" was all she could say.
   John and Hortense smiled at each other; they knew full well that the
more the girls felt they had to lose, the more terrible the spankings and
the more degrading the sex acts they would reluctantly comply with.
   Hortense stepped forward.
   "Well girls, do you like your rooms?" she asked.
   "Oh yes, they're wonderful, Miss!" answered Lizzie.
   Hortense sat down on the bed.
   "Now you must listen to me very carefully, girls." Hortense lectured, "I
am the headmistress of a school and you will be attending it.  I am very
very strict at school and I will be very strict with you at home.  Little
boys and girls who disobey at my school are spanked on the bare bottom with
the cane."
   The girls nodded dumbly as she spoke.
   "In this house we have rules." she continued, "Strict rules!  I will be
spanking you every night and `Sir' will be assisting me.  How hard and long
you're spanked for depends on how good you've been during that day.  Sir
and I will teach you the things you have to do to be good."
   Lizzie stepped forward, trembling, the tears starting to trickle down
her face.  She reached down and lifted her pinafore up to show her naked
tummy, pussy and legs.  John stared at the fat little lips of the girl's
tiny hairless pussy that protruded between the tops of her thighs.  Sophie
had started to cry too, her face flushed bright red she stood alongside her
sister and lifted up her pinafore; her pussy was a slightly smaller version
of her sister's; fat smooth little lips with a deep division between them.
   "Boo hoo!  We took our knickers off on the train!" wept Lizzie, "We knew
you'd want to spank us when we got here!  All adults do!"
   "Sniff!  Sniff!  Mummy and Daddy spanked us all the time!" snivelled
Sophie.
   "Did you have to show them your bottoms before you were spanked?" asked
Hortense, her voice slightly strangled with excitement.
   Lizzie and Sophie knew what the adults wanted to see.  They immediately
turned around so they had their backs to John and Hortense.  Then, with
their pinafores pulled up high, both of them bent over double, reached
behind and pulled their bottom cheeks apart.
   Two tiny starfish shaped children's anuses were displayed to John and
Hortense.  Below them were two, almost identical, pussy slits that were
being pulled open so the girls' little vaginas were visible.  John and
Hortense stared at the sight almost speechless.  They could hear the
delightful sound of the children crying in fear as they held their bottoms
open in that humiliating position, the dreadful prospect of a hard spanking
playing on their minds.
   "Boo hoo!  Are you going to spank us in our bedrooms, Miss?" sobbed
Sophie.
   "Boo hoo!  What are you going to spank us with, Miss?  Boo hoo!  How
many are we going to get?" wailed Lizzie.
   John and Hortense grinned like Cheshire cats.  They wanted the children
to be compliant whilst being spanked, to obediently stick their bottoms
out, to stay in position however hard their spankings got, to keep their
hands out of the way and keep their bottoms exposed, to do what they were
told to do when they were told to do it.  The fact that the girls were
already crying with fear but obediently displaying their bottoms spoke of
years of strict parental training that John and Hortense would now benefit
from.  The punishments that John and Hortense had planned would have the
girls squealing and howling long after the spanking had finished.  The two
adults looked at each other for a while, savouring the moment.
   "Girls, we have a special room where you'll be punished." said Hortense,
"We will always punish you naked in this house.  You will go to the room
and wait naked for your punishments.  Take your clothes off, now!  Don't
leave anything on!  Sir and I want you to be completely naked so we can
punish you properly."
   Lizzie and Sophie obediently stood up from their humiliating bottom hole
display and began to take off their clothes.  Hortense thought how pretty
they looked with their faces flushed red and wet from their tears.  Their
years in the orphanage had taught them that any adult in charge of them had
the right to their naked body and they both quickly pulled off their
pinafores and smocks.  In less than a minute they stood fully naked in
front of the new adults in charge of their lives.
   "Hands on heads!" instructed Hortense.
   Lizzie and Sophie clamped their hands on their heads.  They wept as they
displayed themselves and wondered how big the cane was that the tall scary
lady with the eyes that seemed to burn into you was going to use on their
bare bottoms.
   John stepped forward.  He had been saving his little chat with the girls
until Hortense had softened them up.  Now that they were standing naked and
subdued waiting to be taken for their cane spankings was a good time.
   "Girls, you must listen to me carefully." he said, "Miss is in charge of
your spankings and I will assist her.  As a Doctor, I will be in charge of
your physical development and cleanliness.  Where necessary, Miss will
assist me with that.  I shall be ensuring that both of your little bottom
holes are clean and properly developed.  I shall be ensuring that your
throats are in good working order and I will test them regularly.  I will
also be responsible for ensuring the proper and healthy development of your
wee-holes.  Miss will be assisting me with regular clitoral massages for
you."
   Hortense smiled happily at the news; John knew what she enjoyed doing.
The girls nodded their heads; they didn't know what a lot of what he'd said
meant, but now it was clear that this man and woman were just like their
Mummy and Daddy and that their terrible spankings and use of their private
parts was going to start all over again.  Lizzie looked up through her
tears at the man and woman's happy excited faces.
   "P...please, Miss!  Are you going to spank us very hard?" she asked
fearfully.
   "Yes." smiled Hortense, "Very hard!"
   The girls' snivelled and the tears trickled down their faces.  It was
just as they'd feared; their bottoms were going to be hurt badly, just like
they had been at home.
   "Let me show you to the punishment room, girls." Hortense said and led
the way.
   The girls followed Hortense from Lizzie's bedroom onto the landing,
still with their hands on their heads.  John followed behind, admiring the
two little girls' full-cheeked wobbling bottoms.  His cock throbbed as he
thought about how red and marked-up those little bottoms would be by the
time Hortense had finished with them.
   They reached a short corridor at the end of the landing at the back of
the house.  Hortense led the way down the corridor to the door at the end
of it.  It appeared that this was some annex to the house, positioned at
the back, well away from any neighbours' eyes or ears.  Hortense reached up
on top of the wooden surround to the doorway and retrieved a key.  She
unlocked the door and ushered the naked children inside.  They went in,
John followed and finally Hortense entered, locking the door behind her. 
She hung the key on a hook high up on the wall next to the door, far away
from the hands of desperate children, mad with the pain in their bottoms,
who might try to escape from their long severe punishments.
   The room was large and bright with windows on two sides fitted with
frosted glass.  It was a bizarre mix of bedroom, toilet and doctor's
treatment room.
   In one corner was a fully functioning toilet and in another corner a
large double bed.  Against the wall next to the bed was a chaise-longue and
next to that a large cupboard.  Under one of the windows was a low glass
display cabinet full of strange looking medical equipment.  A stout heavy
straight-backed chair stood next to the window.
   Standing some way out from the walls in its own space was the strangest
of contraptions.  It was made of black painted lengths of iron bolted
together.  Its base was an H shape, the four corners of which had been
screwed into the wooden floor.  Rising from the centre of the H was an iron
pole about five feet high.  At the top of the pole a T shaped piece had
been bolted horizontally at right angles to the pole.  The main strut of
the T was iron and about two feet long.  At the end of this at right angles
to the length of iron was a one foot length of one and a half inch thick
wooden dowel.  The dowel had been shaped at either end into what looked
like handgrips.  About six inches down the pole on the opposite side to the
T shape at the top was another T shape that protruded from the pole.  It
was about one foot in length and at the end, fastened at right angles on
top of it, was a one inch thick plank of wood about eighteen inches long
and four inches wide.  The edges of the plank had been rounded and it
looked something like a narrow bench type school desk seat.  Next to the
contraption stood a large sturdy two foot high wooden block that looked
like it might easily take the weight of a man standing on it.
   The girls' attention wasn't focused on any of the room's furnishings. 
They were both staring at an area of the wall next to the fireplace where
Hortense's huge collection of spanking implements was hung.  Over the
years, whenever a little something caught her eye that she thought might
usefully be applied to a child's little bottom, she had purchased it.  In
her position as headmistress of the school this included access to the
catalogues of educational discipline implement suppliers, but many of the
implements were simply of her own choosing.  Many had been tried out on
little bottoms at the school and quickly withdrawn from use as a result of
being too severe.  At home Hortense felt no such restrictions; she was
parent and teacher to these two girls and she could do just what she liked
to their bottoms.  She had a fascination with blisters and the screams
little children made as they formed on their bottoms during severe
spankings.  She could already see in her mind's eye how the two small
full-cheeked bottoms in front of her would look with purple circles on each
buttock with a large white blister at the centre of each.
   Lizzie and Sophie wept, their little bodies quaking as they stared at
the all the spanking things hung on the wall.  There were canes and brushes
and belts and straps and wooden spoons and rulers and even a long stiff
riding whip.  Almost everything came in different shapes and sizes, from a
small nursery cane that would reduce a toddler to a screaming red-bottomed
wreck or might be used more intimately on an older child, to great long
thick canes and heavy straps that would cause even the broadest bottomed
young teen to disgrace herself with uncontrolled squealing and the most
pitiful babyish pleas to the strict adult punishing her.
   Lizzie looked up at Hortense, the tears streaming down her face.
   "Please Miss!" she wept, "They're not all for us?"
   Hortense smiled and she bent down so her head was just behind the heads
of the sisters.
   "Oh yes, young ladies!" she whispered hoarsely into their ears, her
voice thick with passion, "Each and every one of these are for you.  And
when you get older, I shall buy even bigger things that will hurt you even
more!"
   Lizzie and Sophie wailed and put their hands over their bottoms, dancing
about.  Some of these things were just huge!  They would rip their little
bottoms up.
   Hortense stood up and smiled at John.
   "Well `Sir', shall we see what these young ladies' letters have to say?"
   John pulled the letters out of his pocket and opened Sophie's first.  He
read it briefly, nodded, and then began to quote choice pieces from the
report.
   "This child has been discovered in the act of self abuse on more than
one occasion." he read out, "Often following her own, or while witnessing
other's, spankings.  We encourage those taking care of this girl to
exercise the severest discipline to halt this dreadful vice."
   There was a pitiful wail from Sophie; her guilty secrets had been read
out loud for all to hear, along with every encouragement for the new adults
in charge of her to give her terrible spankings and maybe even more
painful, more intimate, punishments too.
   John opened Lizzie's letter and read it.  His eyes glinted with lust at
what he read; it would be the perfect excuse for what he had planned.  He
read out a passage from the letter.
   "It is our sad duty to report that this child has a complete disregard
for the cleanliness of her nether regions.  Despite repeated application of
the largest possible enemas she regularly fails knicker inspection. 
Although it has not been possible here, due to the rules of our orphanage,
it is our opinion that this child should receive adult male anal
interventions conjoined with the strictest anal spankings.  Those acting in
loco parentis for this child should vigorously practice both these
punishments on a regular basis.  Our recommendation is that her knickers
should be inspected at least twice daily followed by immediate punishment."
   Lizzie let out a strange high-pitched quavering wail and pushed the
fingers of one hand between her bottom cheeks so they protectively covered
her sensitive anus.  John hungrily drank in the scene of the naked
ten-year-old protecting her bottom hole and crying her eyes out.  His cock
tented his trousers; now he even had official permission for the painful
degrading things he had planned for the girls.  He wondered how much of the
contents of the letter the child had really understood.
   Unable to resist any longer, John unbuttoned his flies, undid his belt
and pulled his trousers and underpants down.  His excited cock bounced out,
stiff and twitching, it stuck out in front of him.  He pulled his trousers
and underpants off over his shoes.  Hortense followed her husband's lead
and removed her tweed skirt and long-legged white cotton knickers.  Her
greying pubic hair thickly covered her pubis; it was slick with wetness and
the pink open mouth of her pussy gaped between her thighs.  Lizzie and
Sophie sobbed miserably when they saw how hard the man's willy was and how
wet the women's wee-hole was; when Mummy and Daddy had been like that their
spankings had gone on for hours until you didn't even know your own name
and you couldn't sit down for a week afterwards.
   "Lizzie," the man said, beckoning, "I want to show you something I've
had specially made for you.  I called it `the perch'.  Come and stand
here."
   Lizzie looked at the strange black iron thing uncomprehendingly.  The
big apparatus seemed to have no obvious purpose, but it looked odd and
scary.  She went to stand by the half naked man, next to his twitching
willy and the odd contraption.
   John stood behind her.  He'd waited for this moment for weeks.  He put
his hands under her armpits and lifted her up so the small of her back was
level with his head.  The flat plank that formed the bar of the lower T
shape sticking out from the main pole was positioned just below her pubis.
   "Get your legs over and sit on it!" commanded John.
   Lizzie climbed astride the plank.  It was quite solid and barely moved
as she swung her legs round each side and settled her weight on it.
   "Lean forward and grab hold of the bar!" said John, indicating the thick
wooden dowel that was some two feet away in front of Lizzie at the end of
the T shape mounted opposite where she sat.
   Lizzie bent forward and did as she was told.  Her bottom bulged out over
the seat at the back, but John wasn't finished yet.
   "Bend further forward so your chin touches the bar!" he said.
   The result was dramatic.  In order to get her chin on the bar alongside
her hands, Lizzie had to flatten her body and wriggle her thighs back on
the seat.  Now her bottom projected back, suspended in midair, her tightly
bent body lifting her fleshy cheeks up and apart.  John stood behind
Lizzie. The child's bottom was presented to him at shoulder height, her
buttocks thrust out and splayed wide, her little anus revealed in all its
intimate glory.  Below her anus her tiny pussy lips had opened to show her
pink vagina and hooded clit, but it was her small anus that drew John's
eye. It was only a few inches from his face.  He could smell the hot
slightly sweet, slightly bitter odour coming off it and see the way the
tight pink skin crinkled to make a little starfish shape.
   As her husband stood behind Lizzie and admired her spread little
backside, Hortense took a jar of glycerine and sat on the chaise-longue
facing the apparatus.  She was about five feet away from Lizzie's
distressed face and able to observe the child's every expression.  Hortense
pulled Sophie over and sat her on her lap so she could watch her sister
being punished.
   "Legs up and apart!" she instructed.
   Sophie obediently raised her feet and dropped her knees apart to expose
her small pussy.  She was desperate to do anything the woman wanted if it
meant she didn't need to go up on `the perch' like her sister.
   "Did you have an enema this morning, child?" John asked Lizzie.
   "Yes Sir!" the sniffly answer came from the other side of the perch.
   John reached behind him into the glass-fronted cabinet.  He withdrew an
evil looking stainless steel speculum.  It looked like a gigantic pair of
scissors with two smooth ended prongs four inches long and two long handles
connected to the prongs.  The handles were pivoted at the end of the prongs
and the act of pushing the handles together forced the prongs apart.  The
pivot was ratcheted and could be held at any point by the person operating
the handles.  John smeared Vaseline over the prongs and pressed the cold
ends of them against Lizzie's anus.
   "I'm going to have a good look up your bottom, child!" grinned John,
"I'm afraid this is going to hurt quite a lot!"
   Lizzie wailed as the thin rounded cold metal bars pushed up her.
   "Nooooooo!  Pleeeeeeeeease!", she wept, the horrible feeling of the hard
cold things going up her making her squirm and twist on the perch.
   Hortense admired Lizzie's face as the child bared her gritted teeth and
wailed as the long prongs probed her tight sensitive anal hole.  Hortense
poured a little of the glycerine into her palm and then smoothed it onto
the small pussy that sat displayed in her lap.  She felt Sophie shiver as
the thick viscous liquid dripped down her little slit.  Sophie gasped as
Hortense's fingers began to gently smooth it over her soft little lips.
   John had fully inserted the prongs and his cock bounced happily as he
held the handles, one in each hand.
   "Hold on tight," he said to Lizzie, "this is going to hurt a little
more!"
   John pushed the handles together.  There was a sharp clicking noise of
the ratchet and Lizzie's anus, to a depth of almost four inches, was
instantaneously opened an inch wide.  Hortense watched the child's eyes
bulge and her mouth jerk open as the scream erupted.
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
   Lizzie shook the bar she was holding, her body bucking up and down as
her bottom writhed with the pain of her stretched anus.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  It hurts!  Take it out!" she wailed.
   John looked at the little hole.  The prongs had stretched it open into a
letterbox shape.  He could see the deep pink of her inner anus; it was so
pretty.  His cock had become grossly excited and the loose skin at the end
had slid back, fully exposing his purple helmet and pre-cum had begun to
drip from his cock slit.  John smeared Vaseline onto both his index finger
is then pushed them into Lizzie's obediently displayed hole.
   "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!  Oooooeeeeeeeeeeee!  Sirrrrrrrr!" wailed Lizzie as
the rude fingers intruded.
   John had both index fingers positioned facing away from each other.  He
pulled the hole open.  Lizzie shrieked as her bottom was stretched even
further apart.
   "No!  No!  No!  Nooooooooooo!" she wailed.
   John could see into Lizzie's cute little bottom now.  He never tired of
examining children's rectums.  Poor Lizzie would find herself up on `the
perch' being painfully opened many times a week.  John looked over at
Hortense.  His wife's face was flushed and she alternated her attention
between looking into Lizzie's face and at Sophie's spread little pussy, the
lips and clit of which she was gently stroking her fingers over.
   Sophie bit her lip.  This was awful!  Lizzie was being hurt so terribly
by the man, but the fingers that were rubbing that slippery stuff between
her legs was making her get `those feelings'.  It was always the same; even
at home when she'd watched Lizzie getting spanked, she got that feeling. 
She felt so guilty; her sister wailing as her bottom hole was punished and
her own wee-hole feeling so nice.  The lady's fingers just felt so good! 
How did she know to do it like that?  To make it feel just irresistible! 
Sophie wriggled more onto the fingers.  She looked up at Lizzie; her
sister's red face was soaked with tears and snot that dripped off it.  The
man behind Lizzie grunted as he expended more effort to pull her anus
further apart.  Lizzie opened her mouth and shrieked.  Sophie ground her
little wee-hole onto the busy fingers.
   "I hope you're not going to be naughty, young lady!" Hortense whispered
to Sophie conspiratorially.
   Sophie shivered and ground her pussy onto the fingers a little more.  If
`Miss' carried on doing that thing with her fingers, she was going to be
very naughty indeed.
   John pulled his fingers out of Lizzie's anus.  Her constant wriggling
was distracting and he needed to stretch her much further open.  God had
endowed him with a penis of particularly large girth.  It was something of
a curse when it came to pushing it into tiny bottom holes, but he was
adamant that Lizzie should take his whole length.  He was going to stretch
her bottom hole wider than his cock so he could just slip up her and savour
her muscles squeezing around him.  But he would need her to be very
obedient for the extraordinarily painful stretching tools he was going to
use on her.  It was time to let Hortense have her fun.
   "This child is disobedient!" he announced, "Her constant wriggling
whilst I'm trying to investigate the cause of her dirtiness is appalling!
She needs the strictest discipline!"
   Hortense stood up.  This was the moment she'd been waiting for, her
first disciplinary taste of one their little evacuees' bottoms.  She knew
just what she was going to use.  It was the longest whippiest cane hung on
the wall.  Over four feet long, it was crafted from the thin quarter-inch
thick rattan usually used in nursery canes of eighteen inches long.  The
combination of the thin light rattan and the long length would put thin
stripes on a little bottom that would colour dark purple and often blister.
It would produce an appalling sting for girls of Sophie's and Lizzie's age.
It was listed in just one supplier's catalogue as "for use in bona fide
Approved Schools for children of junior school age where all other
implements have failed." It had taken her quite some time to persuade the
supplier that she was indeed suitably `bone fide', and even then she had to
sign a form stating that the supplier was not responsible for "any such
damage to children that shall temporarily or permanently result through the
use of this implement."
   Hortense lifted the long cane of its hook on the wall, looking into
Lizzie's eyes as she did so.  If it was possible for a face as red as
Lizzie's to go white, then it did.
   "Miss!  Miss!  Nooooooo!" Lizzie wailed, "You can't!  It's too big! 
It'll hurt too much!  Don't use it on me!  Pleeeeeeeeeeease!"
   John allowed the speculum to close and withdrew it, but the release of
the dreadful stretching in Lizzie's bottom was no comfort for her.  She
knew the only reason it was being taken out was so that the enormous cane
could properly spank her.  The tears dripped down her face as she begged
Miss to use a smaller cane; even the big girls at the orphanage didn't get
caned with one that big!
   "Darling," said Hortense to John, "if you'd be so kind as to hold her
hands.  I shouldn't like her not to be able to write tomorrow if they get
in the way and are damaged.  Although," she mused, "sitting down might be a
problem!"
   John and Hortense smiled at her little joke as John went to stand in
front of Lizzie and took a firm hold of her wrists.  Hortense stood behind
Lizzie to one side.  The high elevation of Lizzie's bottom meant that the
cane would be striking it diagonally.  It was no problem for Hortense who
was well practised in delivering the cane from both the right and left. 
She couldn't wait to see the rudely presented little bottom decorated with
a crosshatch of reddy-purple diagonal lines that had been delivered from
both directions.
   Hortense held the cane against Lizzie's bottom and adjusted her
position. She angled the cane slightly upwards to catch the sensitive
under-curve of Lizzie's bottom.  Hortense drew back the cane; she had
waited to use this implement for a long time.
   THWICK!
   A scream exploded out of Lizzie.
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Lizzie's bottom bounced about as much as it could given that her lower
thighs were constrained by `the perch's' seat.  A thin red line appeared
and Hortense could see it start to turn purple.
   "NOOOOOOOO!  IT HURTS!  IT HURTS TOO MUCH MISS!  NOOOOOOOOO!" howled
Lizzie.
   Hortense reached down and rubbed her own soaking pussy.  At her school
she couldn't enjoy herself properly whilst spanking; now she could. 
Hortense lined the cane up again; she needed to punish that wriggling
little bottom much more.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEE!  MISS!  NOOOOOOOOO!"
shrieked the Lizzie as her bottom bounced and wriggled.
   Shivering with lust, Hortense stroked her pussy, masturbating her clit.
She didn't want to over-do it on the first day with Lizzie's bottom; that
honour was being reserved for her little sister.  She changed sides so that
the cane would spank the child's little bottom diagonally from the other
direction.
   Lizzie was screaming, her bottom had never felt anything like this. 
Mummy and Daddy had spanked her with canes, sometimes both of them at the
same time, each of them holding a cane and whipping her bottom alternately.
But it had never ever felt like this!  She looked up into Sir's face as the
tears, snot and drool dripped off hers'.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  IT HURTS!  I'LL BE GOOD!  I'LL STAY IN POSITION! 
WHAAAAAAAAAAA!  YOU CAN PUT THINGS IN MY BUM!  I'LL BE GOOD!"
   John smiled down at the pleading child.
   "Miss will give you a few more, just to make sure!"
   "NOOOOOOOOO!  NOOOOOOOOO!  I'M SORREEEEY!  I'LL BE GOOD!" howled Lizzie
as she felt the cane pressing into her bottom as Miss got ready to give her
more with the cane.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAA!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  I'LL BE GOOD!  YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  I'LL
STAY STILL FOR YOU!  YAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Lizzie shrieked.
   Hortense stood back to admire the child's bottom.  It waved about in
front of her, the widely parted cheeks showing off the winking little anus
and pussy and the red-almost-purple lines formed diamond shapes all over
the tightly stretched cheeks.  The special cane was everything she had
hoped for; those twelve strokes would be a constant reminder to Lizzie to
always do as the adult told her, however terrible the thing she was
required to do.  Hortense looked over at Sophie; the girl's red face and
little wriggles of her hips told her everything she needed to know.
   Sophie felt terrible.  She had watched her sister screaming her head off
as her bottom got caned with that huge cane, but she hadn't been able to
stop the wicked naughty tingling between her legs.  It had got even worse
when her sister had been given her second six.  Sophie watched Miss
approaching her.  Miss had a tight little smile on her face.
   "I hope you're not being naughty, my dear?" Hortense enquired.
   Sophie gulped and wriggled her hips; she was being naughty and she just
couldn't help herself.  What was Miss going to do?
   John had released Lizzie's hands and the howling child balanced on `the
perch' squeezing her welted bruised bottom cheeks.  John stood behind her
so he could enjoy watching her open up her holes for him.  His thick cock
jerked and he couldn't resist giving it a good rub; Lizzie's perfect anus
needed lots more punishment.
   John reached back into the glass fronted cabinet and withdrew an even
larger speculum.  The unusual device had three petals clustered together in
an almost circular formation about an inch wide and three inches long.  At
the end was a handle with a grip and a ratcheted wheel that when turned
would open the petals up to almost three inches apart.  Designed for use on
farmyard animals, it would administer the most severe discipline to a
little girl's tiny sensitive hole.  John's cock jerked as he thought about
how he planned to give Lizzie and Sophie a good stretching session every
night in the sitting room with their pyjama trousers pulled down.
   Sophie was sat back down on Miss's lap.  She could feel the hot wetness
from Miss's tickly wee-hole hairs under her bottom.  Her legs were eagerly
spread wide apart and Miss's fingers had begun their exciting work between
her legs again.  She looked up at her sister who was weeping pitifully from
her nasty caning.  She could see Sir spreading Vaseline onto the big metal
device.  She bit her lip and wriggled against Miss's fingers; Lizzie was
going to really howl when that went up her!
   John rested the cold hard tip of the speculum against Lizzie's anus. 
Lizzie whined but resisted the urge to wriggle.  Her bottom cheeks were
still in agony from being caned for wriggling too much last time.
   "Stay still, child!" John cautioned, "I'm going to open up your bottom
hole so I can put big things in it!"
   "Boo hoo!  Please Sir!  Please!  Don't!  It hurts when you open it!"
wept Lizzie.
   John held the speculum firmly by its handgrip and pushed the tip against
the tiny reluctant hole.  The pre-stretched hole started to give slightly
and John bore down on it.
   "Whaaaaaaaaaaaa!" yelled Lizzie, "It's hurting!  Stoooooop!  Please,
Sir! I beg you!"
   Lizzie's sphincter gave way and the three inch long cylinder pushed up
her.
   "YAAAAAAAAAAH!" shrieked Lizzie, her head thrashing about, tears and
snot flying off, "NOOOOOOOO!  IT'S TOO BIG!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   "Be quiet, child!" John admonished, "That was the easy bit!  Now I'm
going to open you up!"
   John held on tight to the handgrip and began to wind the little wheel,
opening up the metal petals in Lizzie's anus.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOO!  STOOOOOOOOOOP!" shrieked
Lizzie, as her little bottom hole was expanded.
   Sophie squirmed madly on Hortense's lap.  Miss was rubbing in a firm
circular motion on that super sensitive bit at the top of her slit.
   "Don't be naughty, Sophie!" Hortense warned as her fingers twirled about
between her legs, "Don't you dare have that naughty feeling!  I can tell if
you do!  Don't you dare be naughty!"
   Sophie began to pant and squeak has her hips thrust against the firm
pressure of the rubbing finger.  She looked up into her sister's screaming
face as Sir wound the wheel to make her sister's bottom hole bigger than
ever.  The feeling was coming!  Sophie couldn't stop it now.
   "Miss!  Miss!  Oooooooooooooo!" she moaned.
   Sophie's body flexed and stiffened; it was a mind-blowing mix of tickle,
throb and spasm deep in her wee-hole.
   "Oh, Sophie, "said Hortense, in a very disappointed voice, "I thought
you were going to be a good girl for Sir and Miss!  Now I'm going to have
to spank you very very hard."
   Sophie wept piteously; she'd tried so hard not to get that feeling, but
Miss's fingers had made her wee-hole do it.  She looked up at the huge
collection of spanking things hung on the wall.  She made a strangled wail
as she wondered which of the dreadful things Miss was going to use on her
bottom.
   John admired his work.  Lizzie's anus had been expanded to almost two
inches wide.  He put his finger inside and stroked the tightly stretched
membrane of her anus.  Lizzie's shrieking had turned into desperate howls
as her poor bottom hole fought against the hard metal in an unwinnable
battle to close itself.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Take it out!  Pleeeeeeeeeease! 
Please-please-please!  Oh, take it out, Sir!  Please!  I'll be good now!"
Lizzie begged, her body heaving and covered in sweat.
   John reached into the glass fronted cabinet and withdrew a long three
quarter inch thick glass inspection rod.  The rod had fine markings
engraved every inch along its length.  He inserted it into Lizzie's anus.
The girl moaned as she felt the cold hard thing passing into her.
   "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa!  Sir!  Please!  What is it?  Don't!  Don't put it in!
Please!" she wailed.
   John continued feeding the rod in.  As it reached nine inches he pushed
more firmly and twelve inches passed into her.
   "Noooooooooo!  Please!  It's so deep!  It's too far in me!  Take it
out!" begged Lizzie, her head twisting as her body involuntarily shook.
   John got fifteen inches of the rod up Lizzie before he stopped.  The
child's anus was perfect for his penis.  It would easily take his seven
inch length and huge girth.  He looked greedily at the little hole.  He
wanted it to hurt so she screamed and begged him nicely when he pushed
himself up her.  Hortense had a special way of making that happen.  He
withdrew the rod and smiled at Hortense.
   "This girl's bottom is disgraceful!" he announced, "She needs the
strictest anal spanking!  My dear, I wonder if you could select an
appropriate implement and administer it?"
   Hortense rose from her fun of tormenting Sophie with descriptions of how
hard and long she was going to be spanked.  She relished the chance to give
a really good bottom hole whipping.  She had one very special tool that
would be ideal for the job.  She crossed over to the wall and unhooked a
nasty looking thin straight stick about two feet long and less than one
quarter inch thick at its base, thinning towards the other end.  The base
of the stick was encased in a green rubber grip.  The stick appeared to be
a peeled natural twig.  Hortense looked up at Lizzie, the girl's tearful
eyes were like saucers as she fearfully watched the thing in Hortense's
hand.  Hortense whipped the stick through the air to demonstrate how stiff
it was, despite being so thin.  Lizzie wailed with fight as the thing
wooshed about in front of her.
   Hortense was very pleased with her most recent purchase.  Imported
directly from the United States, `Marsden's everlasting switch' came with
one rubberised hand grip "for the comfort and convenience of the adult" and
twenty peeled and treated hickory switches.  "No need to wait until
spring!" the advertising blurb had read, "Now you can give that spanking
they deserve all year round, with a `Marsden's everlasting switch'."
   John retracted the petals of the speculum and withdrew it from Lizzie's
little bum.  The anus gaped like a hungry mouth.  John's cock twitched and
a glob of pre-cum dripped off the end.  Soon he would be enjoying himself
in that little hole.  John went and held Lizzie's wrists again.  As he
stood in front of her she seemed unable to take her eyes off his stiff
aching cock.
   Hortense stood behind Lizzie.  The girl's raised position was ideal for
this punishment.  The little bottom was thrust out high above the ground so
Hortense could hold the base of the stick just above her own hips and the
upper six inches of it fitted perfectly into Lizzie's bottom crack. 
Hortense laid the stick down the length of the crack and Lizzie's open anus
rudely kissed the stick.  Lizzie cried hysterically, babbling pleas to try
and save her poor bottom hole and sensitive inner cheeks from a terrible
spanking with the stick thing.
   "Bwaaaaaaaaaah!  Miss!  Noooooooooo!  Not there!  Not with a cane! 
Pleeeeeeeease!  It hurts so much!  I'll be good!  I'll be good for you! 
I'll kiss Sir's willy, like I did Daddy's!  Whaaaaaaaaaa!  I'll kiss your
wee-hole, like Mummy made me!  Oh please!  Anything!  Just don't cane my
bottom hole!  Pleeeeeeeeeeease!"
   Smack!-Smack!-Smack!-Smack!-Smack!-Smack!
   Hortense flicked the switch into Lizzie's anal crack so the child could
get a feel of how painful the stick was going to be there.  Lizzie's
cringing little anus received the message.
   "Eeeeeeeeeee!  Eeeeeeeeeee!  Miss!  Noooooooo!  Not hard!  It hurts too
much!  Pleeeeeeeease!" Lizzie squealed with fright.
   SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!
   Hortense whipped the stiff thin stick hard between Lizzie's squirming
bottom cheeks and the child's screams filled the room.  Hortense's pussy
dribbled juice down her leg and John's cock demanded immediate little girl
attention.  Sophie wept fearfully; now her little wee-hole had had its fun,
watching her sister scream as her bottom hole was thrashed did nothing but
remind Sophie that soon it will be her own bottom that was being hurt.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  YAAAAAAAAAH!  MY HOLE!  MY BUM HOLE! 
YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" shrieked Lizzie as Hortense whipped away.
   SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAAH!  STOOOOOOOOOOP!  PLEASE!  YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  MY BUMMY!"
   SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!  SSSWHIT!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  IT HURTS!  I'M SORRY!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I'LL BE GOOD!  KISS WILLY!"
   Hortense watched the anal crack of the small child turn a dark
ridged-red as the welts from the stiff peeled hickory switch darkened in
colour, then swelled until they stood out on the skin of Lizzie's inner
bottom cheeks like train tracks on a bed of gravel.
   Hortense carried on spanking.  The gaping hole of Lizzie's anus looked
back at Hortense as its edges became swollen and welted.  The screams and
begging from Lizzie as she pulled at her firmly held wrists and humped her
body up and down told the adults what a good strict punishment this was. 
Hortense wondered how many times a week the girls' bottoms would be able to
take this sort of intimate discipline; maybe every second day if she was
careful.
   Hortense stepped aside and John released Lizzie's wrists.  Lizzie
continued to scream as both her hands shot behind her so she could stuff
her fingers into her whipped bottom crack and anus.  John steadied Lizzie
who now wobbled precariously on `the perch', all self-control gone as she
howled with pain and fingered her anus.  Hortense went back to Sophie was
weeping with fear.
   "I'm sorry you had to wait your turn, my dear," she smiled, "but I had
to deal with your sister's naughty little bottom hole.  A certain part of
you was naughty too, wasn't it?"
   "Noooooo!  Miss!  Please!  Nooooooo!" wailed Sophie, clamping her hands
between her legs as Hortense waved the nasty stick about.
   "When you go to bed tonight," continued Hortense, "after Sir and I have
washed you naked in the bath, I'll see what this little stick has to say to
that naughty little bit of you!"
   Sophie wailed with fear; that stick between her legs would hurt more
than anything!  Hortense crossed over to the wall and unhooked a large
ebony backed clothes brush.  The back of the brush was almost the same size
as Sophie's plump little eight-year-old bottom.  Hortense drew up the stout
straight-backed chair so that it was side-on to the chaise-longue and then
sat on it.
   "Get over my lap, young lady!" Hortense instructed, "Let's see what this
nice big brush can do to a little bottom, shall we?"
   Sophie wept as she slowly climbed over Miss's lap.  Hortense pulled her
over so Sophie's body rested on the seat of the chaise-longue and her
bottom hovered under Hortense's stern eyes.  Hortense parted her legs and
lifted the right one so she could trap one of Sophie's legs between hers.
Now the child was held securely with her bottom perfectly bent and pushed
up for its spanking.  Sophie's one free leg could kick as much as it wanted
with little trouble, whilst affording Hortense and her husband the most
delightful views of the girl's tiny anus and pussy.  Hortense took Sophie's
wrists firmly in her left hand and then looked back to see if her husband
was ready.
   John had pulled the large sturdy two-feet-high block under the back of
`the perch' and was standing on it.  His cock was at exactly the same level
as Lizzie's anus.  Hortense watched as John pushed his cock up Lizzie's
bottom.
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAH!  NOOOOOOOOOO!" Lizzie shrieked as John's cock filled her
anus, "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  IT HURTS!  PLEASE!  TAKE IT OUT!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
   John looked down at his cock deeply embedded in the hot red little
bottom hole.  Then he looked down at the small chubby bottom thrust up over
his wife's knee with the child's one free leg already kicking in fear and
showing off her genitals.  He nodded to Hortense that he was ready.
   Hortense began to spank Sophie's bottom.  This wasn't a quick reminder
spanking from an irritated parent; this was a hard deliberate slow bottom
blistering with a huge hard heavy clothes brush.  The brush whacked down
onto Sophie's bottom flattening the little cheeks as it landed and bruising
them.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEE!  TOO HARD!  TOO HARD!" screamed Sophie, her
free leg kicking like mad.
   John began to hump Lizzie's anus as the little girl squealed and pleaded
with him up on `the perch'.  His cock slipped in and out of the freshly
switched little hole with just the right amount of firm friction he loved.
He looked from his cock moving in and out of the tiny orifice at the centre
of the red swollen whipped bottom in front of him down to where his wife
was blistering the screaming eight-year-old over her knee.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   Sophie's bottom bounced about over Hortense's knee, the brush slamming
into it repeatedly turning the cheeks purple.  Hortense's pussy spat juice
onto the chair seat as the child's leg frantically rubbed against her. 
Sophie's desperate pleas stimulated her even more as the child let slip
what their parents had done to them.
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAH!  MISS!  STOOOOOOOP!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!  KISS YOUR WEE-HOLE!
YAAAAAAAAAAH!  MAKE IT NICE!  WHAAAAAAAAA!  SIR!  KISS YOUR WILLY! 
YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  MAKE IT SQUIRT!"
   Hortense's remorseless spanking carried on.  John pumped his cock in and
out of Lizzie's anus as the little ten-year-old begged him to stop.  This
was what he had needed all those years in the cupboard in Hortense's study;
a tight little hole to use for his cock while he watched the children
screaming over Hortense's desk.  From now on he would demand that Lizzie
joined him in the cupboard every day.  He pumped his cock hard into her
bottom.  From Sophie's hysterical screaming the blisters couldn't be far
away.
   Hortense watched the blisters form in front of her as Sophie screamed
her head off.  Hortense stopped and let go of Sophie's hands and then
looked back at her husband; this was always his favourite bit.
   John watched entranced as Sophie tore at her wounded cheeks like she was
possessed.  She shrieked and bounced as she pulled and grabbed big fat
fistfuls of her buttocks.  Her genitals opened wide for John to see inside
her.  John rammed himself into Lizzie's tight little bottom hole.
   "YESSSS!  YESSSS!  YESSSS!" he shouted as his body started to tighten
and shudder.
   John felt his balls pulling up and his prostate starting to pump.  He
roared as his cum spurted up Lizzie's bum, squirt after squirt it carried
on as he moaned and ground himself into the cane spanked little bottom.
   When John was finished, Hortense let Sophie up off her lap and then
reclined on the chaise-longue.
   "Now, my dear," she said, wagging her finger at the still dancing and
howling Sophie, "if you don't want me to come and see you with the stick
tonight, why don't you show me how nice you can be to my `wee-hole'!"
   Sophie frantically stumbled over to Hortense, her hands still feverishly
rubbing her bottom.  She threw herself between Hortense's legs, her mouth
immediately finding Hortense's big hairy pussy.  She began to lick and suck
it in a desperate attempt to avoid a late night visit from Miss and a dose
of that nasty stick between her legs.  As the slurping sucking sounds came
from her pussy, Hortense sighed happily and stroked Sophie's hair.
   "Lick nice and deep, my dear, or you'll get your wee-hole whipped
tonight!" Hortense reminded her.
   Hortense's low guttural moans a moment later told everyone that Sophie
had followed her instruction and had her tongue working deep in Hortense's
pussy.  John's semi-erect cock enjoyed the continued attention of Lizzie's
tight little anus as he watched his wife enjoying herself.
   "Mmmmmm!  Lick harder!  Faster!" Hortense encouraged Sophie, picking the
little stick up and smacking it on Sophie's blisters to emphasise the
point.
   Smack!-Smack!-Smack!-Smack!-Smack!-Smack!
   "Mmmfff!  Mmmfff!  Eeeeeeeeeeeee!  Mmmfff!" Sophie's muffled screams
came from Hortense's pussy.
   As Sophie's screamed into her pussy it seemed to excite Hortense even
more and the stick was applied more firmly to Sophie's ruined little bum.
   Whip!-Whip!-Whip!-Whip!-Whip!-Whip!
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!  Mmmfff!  Mmmfff!  Eeeeeeeeeeeee!  Mmmfff! 
Eeeeeeeeeeeee!"
   Hortense arched her back; the screams were sending powerful vibrations
right into her clit.
   "Lick more!  Deeper!  Harder!  Faster!" Hortense shouted and the
whipping with the stick increased in ferocity.
   WHIP!-WHIP!-WHIP!-WHIP!-WHIP!-WHIP!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  Mmmfff!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!  Mmmfff! 
Mmmfff!"
   "OH GOD!  YESSSSSSSSSSS!" wailed Hortense as her pussy spasmed and
soaked Sophie with its juice.
   As the howling girl was allowed back to her feet after her strict
pussy-licking duties, Hortense smiled up at her husband.
   "Lovely!" she smiled, "How long can we keep them for?"
   "Forever!" he said, "The letters said the orphanage has closed and
they're ours to keep!"
   Lizzie and Sophie wailed as they tried to soothe their ravaged bottoms.
Why did adults like spanking them so much?
   DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact.  The two are very
different.
   
  
Evacuees, Part 1