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EVACUEES, PART 2 (MF/gg, nc, spank, pedo, oral, anal)
   Lizzie and Sophie shivered slightly as they stood in the small school
yard.  Their navy-blue pleated skirts that Hortense had given them to wear
were ridiculously short, barely covering their tight navy-blue knickers and
leaving their legs exposed.  They both were wearing a thin white blouse and
tie in the school colours; the wind had turned to blow from the North and
cut a chill through the girls.  Their eyes were red and hollow; they had
cried more tears the day before than they had thought possible.  After what
had only felt like a few minutes following their introduction to the
terrors of `the perch' and their mind-blowing blister spankings up in the
terrifying `special room' at their new parents' home, they found that Sir
and Miss had an almost insatiable appetite for enjoying the strict sexual
discipline of little girls.  The girls' screams and howls had seemed
never-ending as Sir's cock repeatedly enjoyed itself deep inside them and
Miss eagerly tried out different spanking implements to see which of them
made the girls scream the most.
   Lizzie and Sophie watched the other children playing.  The boys kicked a
football about and the girls stood in small groups chatting quietly.  The
quiet and subdued nature of the other children was barely noticed by Lizzie
and Sophie; all they could think about was how much their bottoms hurt. 
Thick bruises covered both their bottoms and the purple tramlines from the
different canes and sticks that had been used on them covered their
buttocks, crossing each other in a painful throbbing mass.  On each of
their bottom cheeks, right on the crowns of their buttocks, there was a
nasty big blister.  The girls were barely able to sit down without wailing.
They were both dreading a day sitting on a hard school bench.  Their bottom
holes and pussies were sore and used.  They had found out that Sir's willy
seemed to keep getting hard again only a few minutes after it had squirted.
Their daddy's had always been floppy for hours after it had punished them.
   A mean-looking fat woman came out of the school building carrying a hand
bell that she rang briskly.  The children immediately began to form three
lines.  The smallest children, aged five to seven-years-old, stood in the
left line, those of eight to ten-years-old in the middle line and those of
eleven to twelve-years-old in the right-hand line.
   Lizzie and Sophie were unsure what to do.  The fat lady approached them.
   "Lizzie and Sophie?" her voice boomed.
   "Yes, Miss!" the girls answered automatically in unison.
   "I'm Miss Catley!  You're in my class!  Get in the middle line!" the
woman barked.
   The girls immediately joined the line for Miss Catley's class and, at a
signal from Miss Catley, the lines began to troop in.  The girls followed
the line into the building and into a classroom.
   The classroom was a joyless place.  The walls were bare, save for a map
of the world and some number and word charts.  At the front there was a
large blackboard with a big teacher's desk and chair in front of it. 
Facing the blackboard were rows of iron framed desks with wooden bench
seats and wooden desktops.  The rows had been arranged into groups of two.
Sat on the corner of the teacher's desk was a tall conical dunce's hat and
hung on the wall to the side of the blackboard was a thick leather tawse, a
small cane, a large cane and a big heavy-looking clothes brush.  Lizzie and
Sophie could almost feel the fear and misery that years of weeping
screaming children had imparted to the room as their bare bottoms were
publicly spanked and strapped and caned.
   As the children filed into their desks, Lizzie and Sophie saw that two
desks were free.  Miss Catley motioned to the empty desks.
   "Don't just stand there, you silly girls!" Miss Catley boomed, "Sit down
now!"
   As the girls lowered themselves onto the hard benches, Lizzie bit her
lip to stop herself crying out.  Sophie was less successful and made a
little squeaking sound.  Unlike at the orphanage, where the other children
would have giggled, here the children looked round and eyed them with pity.
A grim smile appeared on Miss Catley's face and she strode down the
classroom towards them.
   "Everyone," she announced, "this is Lizzie and Sophie.  As I explained
yesterday, they have been evacuated from their orphanage in London and are
living with our Headmistress."
   Miss Catley gave Lizzie and Sophie an evil smile.
   "You don't seem to be sitting very comfortably, girls!" she grinned,
"Why is that?"
   Lizzie's and Sophie's faces shone bright red with humiliation; after
only their first few minutes they were being asked to tell the whole class
of their shameful punishments.
   "Come on, girls!  We're waiting!" Miss Catley said, her voice low and
menacing.
   "P...please, Miss!" Lizzie mumbled, "We got spanked!"
   "We can't hear you!" Miss Catley shouted, holding her hand to her ear.
   A tear escaped from Lizzie's eye as she shamefully repeated herself more
loudly, so everyone could hear.
   "Please Miss, we were spanked!"
   "Oh dear!" said Miss Catley in mock concern, "You were spanked!  You
must have been very naughty!  Did you have to take off all your clothes?"
   "Yes Miss!" Lizzie confirmed, the tears trickling down her face.
   "And what did you get spanked with, once you were all naked?" Miss
Catley enquired.
   Lizzie thought carefully; the huge things that had been put in their
bottom holes and what Sir had done with his willy weren't really spanking,
so she didn't have to mention those.
   "We got spanked with four brushes, three canes, five rods, six straps,
two wooden spoons and one of those metal things you use when frying, Miss."
she said.
   Even Miss Catley looked taken aback.
   "Very well." she said curtly, "Our Headmistress always does a thorough
job!"
   Miss Catley strode back to her desk.
   "Who has any notes for me?" she boomed.
   A small girl of Sophie's age put her hand up.  She had short dark hair,
a round face, pale white skin and was slightly plump.  Her face was dark
red and she was struggling to control her sobs.  Miss Catley homed in on
her, like a vulture on its prey.
   "Ah, Lucy!  I hope you've not been causing your poor mother trouble? 
You know what I said would happen last time if you did!"
   Lucy's sobs bubbled out loudly as she passed a white envelope to Miss
Catley who pulled it open with eager anticipation and read the contents to
herself.
   "Lucy wet the bed!" Miss Catley announced to everyone.
   She turned back to Lucy.
   "You disgusting dirty child!" she scolded, "Weeing in the bed, soaking
it with all your nasty wee-wee, giving your poor mother all that work to
clean it up!  No wonder she's asked me to give you the most severe
thrashing, without the protection of your clothes, in front of all your
friends!"
   Lucy began to wail; tight high-pitched mewls that interspersed her
choking sobs.
   "Take your clothes off, Lucy!" Miss Catley continued, "All of them! 
Right now!  Socks, shoes, everything!  Fold them neatly and put them on
your desk.  Then come out to the front and I will give you just what you
deserve!"
   The miserable frightened child began to undress.  Lizzie and Sophie
could see there were smirks on the faces of some of the boys.  They were
getting a free striptease show from their classmate, something that might
have cost them a penny or more if they had got their little sisters to do
it for them.  Lucy was soon down to her underwear.  As she pulled off her
vest, her small wobbly tummy and was revealed.  Finally, she forlornly
pulled down her knickers and her large chubby bottom and smooth fat-lipped
pussy were exposed.
   "Come to the front, Lucy!" intoned Miss Catley.
   Miss Catley had picked the big cane off its hook; two-and-a-half feet
long and much thicker than the small cane, it was generally meant for girls
and boys of eleven or twelve-years-old, not little eight-year-olds.  It
would create the most appalling sting when used on Lucy's soft little
bottom, leaving thick bruised wheals that would last for weeks.  Miss
Catley whipped the cane through the air producing a terrifying whooshing
noise.  Lucy's wailing went up a notch and her hands covered her bottom as
she danced from one foot to another.
   "Boo hoo!  Please Miss!  Please!  Not the big one!" she wailed.
   "Come here, Lucy!" Miss Catley said sharply.
   Lucy's quivering legs slowly took her to Miss Catley.
   "Lie on your back on my desk, Lucy, with your feet towards the class."
instructed Miss Catley, "Then I want you to bring your feet up onto the
desk and spread your legs wide apart, so everyone can see where you did
your wee-wee from."
   The terrified child did exactly as she was told, mewling and hiccupping
back her sobs as she did so.  Miss Catley helped to lift her up so she was
sitting on the desk facing the class, then Lucy lay back so the whole class
could see her little pussy.  As she raised her feet up, her genitals became
more exposed and her anus peeped out from between her bum cheeks.  Finally
Lucy flopped her knees apart and her pussy opened up so the coral pink
inside was visible and her bum cheeks parted to show her reddy-purple
starfish shaped anus.
   Miss Catley put her hands between Lucy's legs and roughly pulled her
pussy lips apart, opening the child's labia so the class could see up her
vagina.
   "Look at this nasty place where Lucy's wee-wee comes from!" Miss Catley
exclaimed, encouraging the class to gawp at the inside of Lucy's pussy.
   Lizzie and Sophie noticed sly smiles on some of the boys' and even a few
of the girls' faces; they were enjoying such a rude explicit show.
   "Shall I spank you with the strap `here'?" said Miss Catley, indicating
Lucy's pussy, "Right on your naughty bit, where your wee-wee comes out of?
In front of everyone, so they can all see?"
   "Boo-hoo!  Bwaaaah!  No Miss!  Please Miss!  Don't!" begged Lucy.
   "Maybe I should come round to your house tonight and spank you with the
strap between your legs in private?  Would that be better, Lucy?"
   "Boo hoo!  Oh yes, Miss!  Do it in private!  Not here!  Please!  I'll be
good!"
   "Will you be good when I cane your bottom, Lucy?  Good so I come round
tonight and give you your wee-wee strapping in private?"
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  Yes Miss!  I'll be good!"
   "Will you stay in position, stick your bottom out and not put your hands
in the way, however hard I cane you?" Miss Catley insisted.
   "Bwaaaaaah!  Yes Miss!  I'll be good while you cane me!" Lucy wept.
   "Very well then, Lucy," smiled Miss Catley, "turn over and get on your
knees and elbows.  Make sure that your knees are nice and wide apart and
that you stick your bottom right out.  I like to have my little targets
well presented for a good cane-spanking!"
   Lucy wept pitifully as she positioned herself up on Miss Catley's desk.
Her bottom was presented to the class, thrust out towards them.  As her
knees spread her bottom cheeks parted and her anus seemed even more exposed
than it had been before.
   Miss Catley stepped back and laid the cane across Lucy's quivering
little bottom.
   "Twenty strokes, Lucy!" Miss Catley gloated, "You'll be crying for the
rest of today after I give you these!  And then, tonight, I'll come round
and give your naughty wee-wee place a good strapping.  Your mother can hold
your legs apart while I do that.  Keep your bottom stuck out, Lucy!  I'm
going to cane you really hard today!"
   Lucy began to make desperate mewling noises as Miss Catley began an
exaggerated limbering up process, flexing the cane, stretching her arms and
bending her back.
   "This is going to be such a hard caning, I don't want to sprain my arm
whilst I'm doing it!" she announced to the class.
   There was a fit of wailing from Lucy at the news.
   Miss Catley lined up the cane against Lucy's bottom, holding it against
the soft little cheeks that shuddered with the child's sobs.
   "Are you ready, Lucy?  I'm going to make this really hurt!  You better
hold onto the edge of the desk.  I don't want you putting your hands in the
way.  I'll give you your wee-wee place strapping in public if you do!"
   Without waiting for a reply, Miss Catley drew the came back behind her
shoulder and whipped it across the eight-year-old's tiny bottom.
   THWICK!
   There was an almost imperceptible pause as Lucy hauled air into her
lungs, then there was a blood-curdling scream as the little girl's bottom
shook and danced in front of the class.  As the bottom waved about, Lucy's
anus and pussy winked open and closed at the watching children.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOO!  TOO HARD!  YAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Lucy
shrieked.
   "Don't be a silly girl, Lucy!" Miss Catley smiled, "I told you it was
going to be hard!  Now, let me see; ah yes, nineteen more to go!"
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  PLEEEEEEEEASE!  I'M SORREEEEEEEEY!
YAAAAAAAAAH!  I WON'T WET AGAIN!"
   Lucy's howls and desperate pleading filled the classroom as her bottom
waggled about showing off her genitals to her classmates.  The livid red
cane marks were swelling up to become thick finger-sized welts across her
cheeks.
   Sophie's chest felt tight and that bit between her legs was throbbing
madly; the urge to touch it and rub it was almost unbearable.  She looked
around the class at the other children.  To her surprise she saw that
almost half of them had their hands down the front of their pants or
knickers.  Most of the girls they had blatantly pulled their skirts up to
their tummies and their fingers were working furiously in their knickers.
Miss Catley could clearly see what was going on, but made no comment; it
appeared that this was quite usual practice.  Sophie pulled her little
skirt up to her tummy just like the other girls.  Then she put her hand
down the front of her knickers and started to rub the little bumpy bit at
the top of her slit in a jerky circular motion as she watched Lucy
screaming her head off.  A girl sitting a few desks from Sophie turned and
winked at her and pulled her knickers to one side so Sophie could see that
she had four of her fingers pumping in and out of her little hole.  Sophie
gave the girl a little flash of her own pussy and the girl smiled, settling
back to watch the `Miss-Catley-and-Lucy-bare-bottom-caning-show' taking
place at the front of class.
   Miss Catley was now some halfway through administering Lucy's caning. 
The small child's bottom had ten wicked cane stripes across it.  Miss
Catley had cruelly made sure that all the cane strokes crossed each other
at different angles, producing burning blisters where they crossed.  Lucy's
terrible howls and shrieks continued as her body shook and juddered with
the cane's impact.  She held on desperately to the desk-edge; the thought
of a wee-wee hole strapping in front of the whole class was more than she
could bare.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!  STOOOOOOP!  IT HURTS!  NOOOOOOOOO! 
STOOOOOOOP!" Lucy screamed, her bottom covered with thick juicy cane welts.
   Sophie's little fingers rubbed harder; she had seen several of the other
boys and girls shiver and stiffen as they went `pop' inside; her own `pop'
was coming soon, she could feel it almost starting.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAH!  MY BUM!  MY BUM!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  IT'S BROKEN! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOOO!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Sophie's little pussy became a needle-sharp centre of pleasure making
her jerk and gasp with the intensity of the feeling as at the front of
class Lucy desperately grabbed and rubbed her cane welted cheeks with her
little hands and her pussy gaped open obscenely, the pink of her little
vagina flashing at the watching children.
   Miss Catley wiped the sweat from her brow in an exaggerated gesture. 
She looked back at the class and frowned at the children who were still
playing with themselves.
   "You can stop that now." she said curtly.
   The few remaining busy hands were instantly removed from their little
owner's pants and knickers; nobody wanted to be the next one kneeling up on
Miss Catley's desk getting their bottoms caned.
   During the next two hours before break time, Lizzie and Sophie watched
as Miss Catley gave a girl named Lily six on each hand with the strap,
slippered the bare bottom of a boy named Eric over her knee and promised a
weeping girl called Jenny a "first-class knickers-down bare-bottom spanking
with my biggest hairbrush, just before lunchtime".
   At break-time a bell rang out in the school yard and Miss Catley
dismissed the children.  As the children filed out into the yard, a big
circle formed around Lucy; everyone wanted to look at her cane welted
bottom.  Despite Lucy's wails to be left alone, the other children grabbed
her and pulled her knickers off, holding her down so everyone could gawp at
her dark red welted bottom.
   "Look at those marks!" said some boy.
   "They're all bruising up!" said a girl.
   "I bet those new girls' bums are all bruised!  They live with the
Headmistress!" said another.
   Suddenly the crowd's attention switched to Lizzie and Sophie.  Lucy was
left crying on the ground, trying to struggle back into her knickers, as
the children jostled around Lizzie and Sophie.
   Suddenly a large girl stepped in front of Lizzie and Sophie, facing the
crowd.  The girl was tall for her age, a good five foot, although she
couldn't have been more than eleven or twelve.  She was blonde and slim
with a wiry body.  She had a thin nose, sparkling green eyes and her lips
were full and red.  Lizzie and Sophie couldn't help noticing, with the
girl's back to them, how her bottom jutted out, pushing her small skirt
back out behind her.  Three other girls formed into a tight bunch around
Lizzie and Sophie facing out into the crowd.  The girl who had stepped in
first then spoke.
   "They're in my gang." she said simply; the message was clear.
   A large boy stepped up to the girl.
   "We want to see their bums!" he said.
   The girl smiled at him slyly.
   "I know what your Mummy does with your willy, Charlie Spooner!" she
said.
   The boys face went bright red and he disappeared.
   "I know what lots of your Mummies and Daddies do to you!" the girl said
to the crowd.
   Suddenly there wasn't a crowd anymore.
   The girl turned round to face Lizzie and Sophie.  She stuck out her hand
for Lizzie to shake.
   My name's Annette." she said, "This is my gang."
   Annette indicated one of the three girls with her.  Lizzie and Sophie
recognised her from their class.  The girl was shorter than Annette,
somewhere between Lizzie and Sophie in height.  She had black hair cut into
a bob and large brown eyes.  Her body carried some puppy fat and her skin
was a creamy white.
   "This is Emily." said Annette.
   Emily nodded at Lizzie and Sophie as Annette turned and indicated the
smallest of the three girls.
   The child looked just a little younger than Sophie, but was a similar
height.  It was immediately apparent that the girl was related to Annette
as there was an obvious likeness; the same thin body, blonde hair, thin
nose, green eyes, red full lips and large protruding bottom.
   "This is Ellie.  She's my sister." announced Annette.
   Ellie nodded in greeting to Lizzie and Sophie and they nodded back.
   Annette moved on to indicate the final girl.
   Lizzie's and Sophie's gaze fell on the final girl.  She was about the
same height and age as Lizzie, but had not been in Lizzie's and Sophie's
class that morning.  She had straight shoulder-length brown hair that had
been tied into a pony tail with a pink ribbon.  Her face was round and open
with large hazel eyes and perfect teeth.  Her upper body looked slim and
athletic; it then broadened considerably at her hips giving her a bottom
and thighs that seemed out of proportion with the rest of her body.  Lizzie
and Sophie detected a slight redness around the girl's eyes that indicated
tears in the not too distant past.
   "This is Jane." said Annette.
   Lizzie finished shaking Annette's hand.
   "I'm Lizzie and this is my sister Sophie." Lizzie said.
   Annette nodded.
   "I heard my parents talking about you." she said, "You're living with
the Headmistress and Dr John, aren't you?"
   Lizzie nodded her head.
   "Come with us." Annette said and began to lead the way, followed by the
other girls.
   Lizzie and Sophie followed Annette.  They weren't quite sure of the
situation, but this girl had stepped in to protect them.  Annette lead the
way round the back of one of the school buildings.  There was a short
access space that ended in an old fence bordering the end of a long garden
that backed onto the school.  Annette looked around, slid back one of the
fence panels and disappeared through the gap.  The other girls followed her
and Lizzie and Sophie followed suit.  They found themselves at the back of
a large overgrown garden next to an old unkempt shed.  Despite its age, the
shed still had its windows intact and its roof looked watertight.  Annette
opened the unlocked door and the girls followed her in.  She shut the door
behind them.
   "Lizzie and Sophie," she announced, "we would like you to join us.  We
are `the spanked girls club'.  We all get really bad spankings from our
parents and from other people too.  Our parents have a club where they
spank us.  They do it round each other's houses.  I heard my mum says that
the Headmistress and Dr John have joined because they've got children they
can `share' now.  Do you know what `share' means?"
   Lizzie and Sophie shook their heads.
   "It means they get to spank each other's children," Annette continued,
"and do sex with them; sex that hurts!"
   Lizzie and Sophie nodded; they knew what that meant after last night.
   "If they can have their horrible club, then we can have ours!" Annette
announced.
   The other girls started clapping Annette's impassioned statement; Lizzie
and Sophie joined in.
   "Bottom inspection first!" cried Annette, "Let's see who got what last
night!  I'll go first."
   Annette hoisted her short skirt, yanked her knickers down to her knees
and let them drop as she bent over and stuck her bottom out for the other
girls to look at.
   Annette's large protruding bottom cheeks seemed to almost float in
midair as Lizzie and Sophie stared at them.  The other girls gathered round
to look.  Thick blistered lines crossed the cheeks from side to side and
diagonally.  Bruising extended around Annette's flanks and onto her upper
thighs.  Annette's voice came from near the floor where her bent-over head
was.
   "Thirty with Mummy's `big girl' cane!" she commented.
   She reached behind her and pulled her bottom cheeks apart.  Her anus was
red, inflamed and sore.
   "Daddy stuck his willy in my bum and did it to me twice!" she added,
"You go next, Ellie."
   As Annette moved out of the way, she kicked her knickers off and tucked
her skirt up so she was naked from her navel all the way down to the tops
of her white school socks.  Her little sister, Ellie, took her place.  She
carried out exactly the same procedure as her sister, pulling her knickers
down, lifting her skirt and bending over.
   Ellie's bottom was a smaller version of her sister's large protruding
balloon-like cheeks.  Her cute little bum wobbled slightly as she moved her
legs so her knickers could slide down them.  Her bottom then stretched
tight as she bent over.  Her whole bottom was badly bruised.  In some
places towards the top of her bottom where it met her back and around her
flanks there was slightly less bruising.  On these less bruised places it
was possible to see the outline of a two fingered tawse.
   "Daddy gave me the strap." she said, "I got twenty five with it, while
Mummy watched.  Then Mummy took me to her bedroom and gave me the slipper.
Then I had to kiss her wee-hole for ages!"
   "Emily, you next." said Annette.
   Ellie moved aside to let Emily take her place.  As she moved aside,
Ellie stepped out of her knickers and rucked her skirt up.
   Emily moved into position.  She flipped up her skirt, pulled her
knickers down and bent over.  Her large soft bottom pushed itself out
towards the girls; the puppy fat seemed to enhance the soft globes and the
little cheeks jiggled.  Emily's bottom was black and blue and at the centre
of each cheek, right on Emily's sit-down bits, were large blisters.
   "Mummy went mad with the hairbrush last night because I hadn't pleased
Uncle Simon's cocky right.  He puts it all down my throat till I'm sick! 
When she'd finished spanking me, I had to go back upstairs with him to do
it properly.  It was horrid!"
   "Jane next." said Annette.
   Emily shed her knickers and rolled her skirt neatly around her tummy to
expose herself as she vacated the spot at the centre of the shed for Jane.
Jane took her place and exposed her broad chubby bottom, thrusting it back
up high as she bent over.  It was almost black with bruising; cane marks of
different hues and ages crossed one another covering the girl's ample
buttocks.
   "Last night was the final night of my big punishment from Mummy for
saying "no" to my new Daddy; twenty with the big cane every night for a
whole week.  My bottom hurts!  It really hurts!  New Daddy's got me to
himself this weekend.  He's told me all the bad things he's going to do to
me.  I can't say "no", not and have Mummy do this to me again!  I'm going
to have to do everything he says.  It's going to be awful!"
   "Your turn!" said Annette to Lizzie and Sophie, "You can go together, if
you like."
   Lizzie and Sophie felt they couldn't say no after everyone else had
shown their bottoms.  So, with Lizzie leading the way, they took their
positions in the centre of the shed, pulled their knickers down, lifted
their skirts and bent over.  There was a collective gasp from the others as
their two firm little bottoms were displayed to them.
   The repeated spankings over many hours with a large selection of
implements from John and Hortense's huge collection had resulted in two
little bottoms that had been taken to their limits, short of breaking the
skin.  John and Hortense had amused themselves in producing the most
outrageous squeals and howls from the sisters as every inch of their
bottoms, every punishable crevice and every sensitive little hole was
spanked and stretched.  The whole of both girls' buttocks were black with
purple outer edges and large blisters sat at the centre of each bottom
cheek.  The dark bruising extended between the girls' bottom cheeks where
their sore swollen anuses still throbbed painfully.  Between their legs,
their sensitive inner thighs and each girl's chubby little pussy was also
bruised from the strap and heavy wooden ruler.
   "I think Lizzie's and Sophie's need is greatest!" remarked Annette,
mysteriously.
   Lizzie felt her sore bottom cheeks being gently parted and a hot wet
wriggly tongue softly squirming against her bottom hole.
   "Ooooooo!" she gasped.
   Lizzie heard Sophie adding her own little mewl of pleasure beside her.
She looked next to her and saw that Ellie was kneeling behind her little
sister.  As she turned further, she saw that Annette was kneeling behind
her with her face between her bottom cheeks.  The two generous sisters were
probing and soothing the sore bottom holes of their new friends with their
energetic tongues.
   Lizzie looked up at Jane and Emily.  The girls were standing watching,
each with a hand between the other's legs, rubbing the area around each
other's clits in a slow gentle circular motion.  Lizzie's pussy began to
pulsate.  Unlike her sister, she rarely played with herself and hadn't had
another girl share her bed at the orphanage; the chance of getting caught
was too scary.  But here, behind the secret fence panel, in this shed, with
this expert wriggly tongue deep in her bottom hole, watching the other
girls masturbating quite openly, Lizzie's pussy responded, throbbing madly
with pleasure.
   "Lie on your back." said Annette, "Ellie and I will finish you off.  We
need to be quick before the bell goes."
   Without a moment's thought Lizzie twisted round and lay on the floor,
her legs drawn up and her knees flopped wide apart.  Sophie had got into
position even quicker than her and was making excited squeaking noises. 
Annette went down on her hands and knees in front of Lizzie.  Lizzie
watched in wonder as the girl's mouth fastened on her sore bruised pussy.
Sophie is making satisfied moaning noises as little Ellie's mouth fastened
onto her small pussy.
   Lizzie arched her back as Annette's slick tongue got to work grating
over her sensitive clit and slipping into her hole to stimulate her inner
labia.  The tongue expertly flicked and drilled in an unending rhythmic
motion.  Lizzie gasped and stretched her body as she felt a wonderful `pop'
feeling growing inside her.  Sophie squealed next to her in delight as her
`pop' feeling came.  Watching her sister writhe in pleasure set Lizzie off
and she tried to muffle her own squeal as her body tensed and shook in the
most acute pleasure.  A moment later, Annette looked up from between
Lizzie's legs.
   "I'm glad you enjoyed that!" she smiled, "You can repay the favour at
lunchtime.  We'd better go now; we don't want to be late!"
   There was a mad scramble as the girls all tried to locate their own
knickers.  As all their knickers were the same dark blue, each pair had to
be checked for the discrete embroidered initials of their owner.  With
their knickers back on and their skirts readjusted down the girls left the
shed.  As the effects of her orgasmic high wore off and the pain in her
bottom returned, Lizzie bit her lip.  She felt the need to confide her fear
to her new friend, Annette.
   "I hope they don't want to spank me more tonight!" she said to Annette,
her bottom lip trembling, "I just don't think I could take anymore!"
   Annette stopped, just before lifting the loose fence panel and looked
back at Lizzie, her face a mix of slight amusement and pity.
   "There's good news and bad news." Annette said, "The good news is that
your bottom is not going to be spanked again for a week or two, although
you can bet that you'll be doing a lot of work here," Annette pointed to
her own pussy, "here," she moved her finger behind her to point at her
bottom hole, "and here." she moved her finger to point at her mouth, "The
bad news is that there's a parents club meeting planned.  One rule is that
all children attending have to have their bottoms ready to be spanked. 
That means all white and no bruises.  But by the time they've finished, all
our bottoms will be like both of yours are now.  The other thing is that
it's going to be round at your house!"
   Lizzie instantly saw the pitying glances of Jane, Emily and Ellie
directed towards her and Sophie.  She felt a terrible sinking feeling in
her tummy.  She was about to ask what those looks meant, but Annette
anticipated her question.  Annette bit her lip looking at Lizzie and put
her arm around the younger girl's shoulder.
   "When it's round at your house," she explained, "your parents have to
put on a show.  You always get it worst.  The other parents like to watch
you getting it.  Sometimes they get to join in."
   The tears had started to trickle down Lizzie's face and she could hear
the small frightened sobs of her sister.  The awful prospect of receiving
their terrible punishments in front of a whole room of excited adults was
more than they could bear.  If only the orphanage hadn't closed!
  
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   Almost two weeks later, on a Friday night, Lizzie and Sophie sat
together on the bed in Lizzie's bedroom.  The pretty room with its pink
dolls house had lost a lot of the appeal it had when the girls first saw
it. Now Lizzie tended to think about how Sir liked her to kneel down in
front of the dolls house in her pyjamas and pretend to play with the dolls,
whilst he knelt behind her and pulled her pyjama bottoms down and pushed
his willy up her bottom hole.  Then he'd lean over her and pretend to play
with the dolls, whilst she cried as his big thing painfully stretched her
hole and twitched and jumped inside her.  Or how Miss would come in with
her big rubber gloves on, take the potty out from under Lizzie's bed and
put her fingers and other things into Lizzie's bottom hole so she pooped
into the potty.  Miss would then tell her all the dreadful punishments she
was going to get as a result of not being clean, as Lizzie wept with
humiliation and fear.
   The girls sat in the bedroom together.  They just had their underwear
on; a short white vest, navy blue school knickers and long white knee
socks. They could hear Sir and Miss downstairs, moving things about and
getting ready for the parents club meeting.  Lizzie and Sophie had been
told to stay out of the way and that Sir and Miss would be up to get them
ready soon.  The small bedroom was quiet, apart from the soft stifled sobs
of two scared little girls.
   Downstairs, John and Hortense moved around each other as they made their
final preparations.  Their faces shone with excitement; this would be a
delightful evening of the strictest child discipline.  Both John and
Hortense were keen to witness the other parents spanking their children and
enjoy the exciting variety of little mouths, pussies and bottom holes that
would be on offer.
   In the large backroom of the house, John and Hortense had arranged a
variety of sofas and armchairs in a semi circle so they faced into a
central point where the performances would take place.  To one side of the
performance area was a variety of equipment; a sturdy straight-backed
chair, a child-sized wooden vaulting horse with restraint straps fitted to
the four legs, a rolled-up soft rubber exercise mat and a very large
mysterious cardboard box, on the side of which was written "Caution! 
Handle with care!  Live creatures!".  To the other side of the performance
area there was a table on which was arranged a selection of spanking
implements, speculums and punishment dildos from John and Hortense's
collection.  Alongside this was a child's potty, a selection of rubber
gloves and a very large jar of petroleum jelly.
   John checked the clock.
   "Time to get the girls ready!" he smiled at Hortense.
   "I can't wait!" Hortense smiled back.
   Lizzie and Sophie heard Sir and Miss beginning to climb up the stairs.
They both simultaneously looked up at their costumes that were hanging on
the back of the door.  They'd been told exactly what they were to do and
had been made to practice all week.  As the adults' footsteps came closer,
they both began crying more loudly as they thought about the punishments
they were going to receive.
   The first guests to arrive were Charles and Emma, the parents of Annette
and Ellie.  Charles and Emma were slightly younger than John and Hortense,
and slightly wealthier.  Charles had been successful in the City and was in
semi-retirement, thankful to be out of the capital now that the bombs were
falling.  Emma was elegant and intellectual; deeply in love with her
husband, she delighted in a tearful child's face, their squeals of protest
as they were disciplined and the sight of red-hot welted little bottoms. 
Her pussy was already wet at the prospect of seeing two new little children
put through their paces.
   Behind Charles and Emma trailed Annette and Ellie.  Annette seemed
completely different to when she had been at school.  Gone was the
eleven-year-old's confident swagger.  Instead, her eyes were wet, her face
was red and she was visibly trembling.  Soon her dreadful secret would be
revealed to Lizzie and Sophie; that she was a big baby coward and the
moment her knickers came down and Mummy or Daddy started swishing that big
cane, she would be blubbering and pleading with them to "not hurt poor
Netty's bum-bum".  And when the wicked stick whipped into her trembling
bottom, it would be only moments before she was shrieking and offering
Mummy and Daddy, and any other adult in the room, the most despicable sex
acts if only they would "save poor Netty".  Annette bit her lip and stifled
a sob; by the end of the evening she would have humiliated herself in every
way humanly possible in front of an audience of her friends and their
parents.
   Ellie was the perfect picture of a tiny eight-year-old girl waiting for
her spanking.  She wrung her hands together and blubbered miserably; Mummy
and Daddy loved to show off how strict they were; she wouldn't be able to
sit for days when they'd finished!
   John and Hortense showed their guests to the backroom where some drinks
had been laid out.  John served their guests with some drinks while Emma
turned on her two daughters.
   "Well!" she said sharply, "What are you waiting for?"
   Annette and Ellie miserably began to strip; naked little girls were the
order of the day at these get-togethers.  No part of their bodies was off
limits for a spanking or for it to be touched or used by any adult.  John
and Hortense watched eagerly as two little bums and pussies were revealed
to them.
   "Soon get some colour on those!" said Emma, pointing at her children's
bottoms.
   The adults laughed, the ice broken.
   A few moments later there were more guests.  Alice and Emily had
arrived. A slightly overweight woman dressed in tweed was at the door, with
Emily held tightly by the hand.  The black haired, creamy skinned
nine-year-old looked extremely reluctant to be there.  Indeed, Emily had
spent the last thirty minutes trying to persuade her mother not to bring
her.  This had included long detailed descriptions of how obedient she'd be
for her `Uncles' and what special punishments they could give her all week
long if only she didn't have to go.  But Alice was not to be denied her
pleasure and watching numerous little children having their bottoms
thrashed black and blue always got her fired up and desperate for relief;
something that was always the more delicious for making some child do it to
someone who wasn't their Mummy or Daddy.
   Alice and Emily were invited in and shown to the backroom.  Emily
miserably stripped off her clothes as her mother was poured a drink.
   The adults mingled as Annette, Ellie and Emily stood with their hands on
their heads, available for the adults to play with.  Hortense and Emma were
involved in an animated discussion about child vaginal cleanliness.  They
had little Ellie lying on her back on the sofa, with her legs over her
head, pulling her own pussy open for them to inspect.
   "So hard to keep all of it clean!  Especially deep down!" remarked
Hortense, her fingers probing deep into Ellie's vagina.
   "Yes, I favour a nice little bottlebrush for that job!" agreed Emma.
   "That must be `well received'!" smiled Hortense.
   "Oh yes!  Screams like a baby!  I'll show you later if you like?" Emma
grinned as Ellie's frightened mewls greeted this terrible prospect.
   John and Charles were focused on Emily.  It appeared that `bottom holes'
was something of a shared passion for them.  Emily was bent over touching
her toes, her legs held straight.  John and Charles had managed to both
insert their index fingers into Ellie's anus and were moving them about
together.
   "She really is very tight!" commented Charles.
   "Yes, and the anal lining is particularly smooth." agreed John.
   "She might benefit from more stretching?" wondered Charles, "I've got
Annette up to two inches now.  Of course, she's quite noisy when she's
having it done, but I like to hear that!"
   "Indeed!" agreed John, "I always find their screaming when being
punished is one of their most attractive features!"
   "Indeed!  Indeed!" agreed Charles, and the two gentlemen continued their
energetic probing of Ellie's bottom hole as the fair-skinned nine-year-old
wailed in distress.
   Alice had cornered Annette, a long-time little favourite of hers.  Alice
enjoyed tormenting the child as much as Annette feared her `alone times'
with Auntie Alice.  Alice had pushed herself up close to Annette and had
slipped her finger deep into Annette's pussy.  Her finger squirmed around
inside Annette as she whispered in her ear.
   "Are you going to be a little baby for us again today, Annette?  Make a
fuss like a two-year-old?  Shall we put a nappy on you, like last time? 
Baby-oil your bottom and have you go over every adults' knee for a
spanking? Have you go potty up there on the table?  I can't wait until you
come and stay with me next weekend!  Didn't you know?  I'm swapping Emily
for you for the whole weekend!  Can you remember what I did to you last
time?"
   The other adults looked up in surprise at Annette's wail of despair. 
They watched with mild amusement as Alice roughly jabbed her finger into
the weeping child's vagina and whispered in her ear, detailing the terrible
spankings and revolting sexual punishments that she had planned for her. 
The adults soon lost interest and returned to their own amusements with
their chosen children.
   After a little while longer, John withdrew his finger from Ellie's anus,
wiped it on one of the handkerchiefs dotted around the room and coughed
discreetly.  The other adults looked up.
   "Ladies and gentleman," John announced, "Margaret and Jane won't be
joining us.  It appears that Jane's new Daddy has taken her away on a
`special visit'!"
   There was a collective chortling; it was likely that even now, far away
in a remote cottage, pretty brown-haired ten-year-old Jane's large-cheeked
bottom and thighs had been caned to shreds by her new stepfather.  The rest
of the time would consist of a desperate-to-please little girl obediently
fulfilling every single sexual need of her stepfather, however degrading
and painful they might be.
   "As they won't be joining us," John continued, "please take your seats."
   John indicated the sofas and chairs and the adults sat down.  As was
traditional at these meetings, the naked girls stood, with their hands on
their heads, facing the wall next to the door to await their turn.  They
wouldn't be able to see what was going on, but they would hear every woody
whack and thick leathery splat as something big and painful landed on a
soft little bottom.  Every scream, howl and plea for mercy as their
friends' humiliated themselves and every moan and grunt as the adults
satisfied themselves would reach their ears.  And all the time they would
cry as they thought about how it would be their turn soon.
   John and Hortense took centre stage.  Together they took the heavy
rubber exercise mat and laid it out on the floor.  Then they dragged the
large cardboard box labelled "Caution!  Handle with care!  Live animals!"
to the edge of the mat.  The box was heavy and scraped over the floor as
they both pushed it from behind.
   "Ladies and gentlemen," announced John, "earlier today we had some new
pets delivered.  A pair of adorable little kittens.  Let's say hello to
them."
   John and Hortense folded back the flaps that formed the top of the box.
Two little heads appeared.  Lizzie and Sophie peered out at their audience.
Their hair had been tied into tight buns and on either side of their faces
three thick black lines had been drawn radiating out from their upper lips
to look like whiskers.  Some of the lines had been smudged with the girls'
tears.  Over the top of their heads, the girls wore a metal headband
attached to which were two carefully sown black and white furry triangular
cat ears.  The girls cautiously stood up.  They had been crammed into the
box together for three-quarters-of-an-hour and felt very wobbly.  As they
stood up and revealed their child punishment kitten costumes, the small
audience broke into applause.  John and Hortense exchanged proud glances.
   Both girls wore identical costumes of tight black long-sleeved vests
with mittens sown on the ends of their sleeves.  The black mittens had
white material sown onto their palms.  The waists of the vests were tightly
elasticated around their midriffs.  They both wore tight black stockings
that ended at mid-thigh where they were elasticated, the thick elastic
digging into the girls' thighs.  Between the tops of the girls' stockings
and the waists of their vests, the girls were naked, their thighs, bottoms
and pussies on public display.
   "Meowwwwww!" said Lizzie and licked the back of her hand, using it to
smooth down her hair.
   "Meowwwwww!" agreed Sophie and began to imitate her sister's actions.
   The adults murmured their approval at this charming display.
   "Let's lift them out of their box so they can play." said John.
   John lifted Lizzie out of the box and Hortense lifted Sophie with their
hands under the girls' armpits.  They put the girls on the mat and, as they
were lowered, the girls went down onto their knees.  Still clearly under
instructions, Lizzie turned round on her hands and knees so her bare bottom
faced the audience.
   "Meowwwwwwwww!" she said in an exaggerated way and stretched like a cat,
her back arching down and her bottom thrusting up.
   The audience watched a little pussy and bottom hole being exposed to
them as the cat-like stretching went on.  Sophie joined her sister and two
little parted bottoms and pussies were displayed.
   "Tut-tut-tut, naughty kittens!" smiled Hortense, "What naughty things
will they get up to next?"
   "I think they want to clean each other!" grinned John.
   Sophie lay on her side and brought her knee up to her mouth.  Her pussy
opened up, the coral pink on show to everyone.  As she widened her parted
legs her anus was revealed, still a little red and sore from its nightly
shaftings by her strict new daddy.  Lizzie lay on her side top-to-tail with
Sophie, her face between Sophie's legs and her own knee up to her mouth,
her pussy next to Sophie's face.
   Lizzie began to lick Sophie's pussy; long licks down the length of
Sophie's slit, her tongue grating over Sophie's engorged little clit at the
end.  The licks became more intimate as Lizzie's tongue began to push up
into Sophie's little pussy and probe her exposed bottom hole.  The adults
could hear the squishy noises as `big kitten' Lizzie showed everyone what a
naughty kitten she was.  Sophie made little stifled moans as the tongue
wriggled about in her.  She returned the favour by licking her big sister's
bottom and pussy.
   "What naughty little kittens!" exclaimed Hortense.
   "Yes, disgraceful!" agreed John, "I've heard that you can train kittens
to be good!"
   "I thought you couldn't train kittens?" wondered Hortense.
   "Well, I've heard that if you discipline them young enough and severely
enough, then they can be trained!" said John.
   "Young enough and severely enough!" echoed Hortense, "Well, they're only
little kittens and I think we can be very severe with them!  Perhaps we
should try to train them now?"
   "Yes, I think so." agreed John, "Look at their dreadful behaviour! 
Quite disgraceful!"
   The girls continued licking each other's genitals, but as the adults
discussed their severe discipline, the tears dripped down their faces as
they thought about what terrible things would happen to their bottoms.
   "I think we need to take the poo-poo out of their naughty bottoms
first!" remarked Hortense.
   "Yes, we don't want them to dirty themselves whilst we're disciplining
them!" agreed John.
   The audience sat forward; the strict toiletry discipline of their own
children was something they all enjoyed.
   Hortense went to the table where she picked up the rubber gloves and
made a great show of putting them on, snapping the rubber sleeves against
her wrists.  Then she picked up the child's potty and a large jar of
Vaseline.  Hortense crossed over to the mat where the two naughty kittens
were still noisily slurping at each other's genitals.  She took hold of
Sophie's arm and pulled the girl up until she was standing.
   "Meowwwwwwww!" wailed Sophie miserably.
   "So, little kitten," Hortense said, "shall your new owner take the
poo-poo out of your bottom?  Then we can get down to some really severe
discipline!"
   "Meowwww!" came the frightened response.
   "What's the matter little kitten, is meow all you're allowed to say?"
   "Meowwwww!" cried Sophie fearfully.
   Hortense smiled wickedly.
   "That's right, little kitten.  Saying anything other than `Meow' earns
you a caning every night for the next week!"
   The audience grinned with eager anticipation; they knew that under
strict punishment `meow' would soon be forgotten and were keen to see
Sophie's reaction as she earned herself a week of nightly canings.
   Hortense began to lubricate all of the fingers on her gloved right-hand.
Sophie meowed miserably as she thought about how terribly her bottom hole
was going to be stretched with those nasty probing fingers.
   "Bend over, little kitty!" grinned Hortense, "Time for me to get the
poo-poo out of your bottom!"
   Meowing pitifully Sophie bent over with her bottom facing the audience.
She put her hands on her knees, arched her back and pushed her bottom out.
Then she parted her legs so Hortense could put the potty between them.
   Hortense stood to the side of Sophie, facing the audience.  She put her
left arm around Sophie's body to hold her tight and then began to probe
Sophie's anus with her gloved middle finger.
   "Meowwwwwoww!" wailed Sophie at the rude intrusion.
   Hortense forced her finger up Sophie's bottom and began pumping it in
and out.  The eight-year-old's bottom wriggled about as the finger moved
about inside her.
   "Meow!  Meow!  Meow!" she warbled.
   Hortense added her index finger to her middle finger and the two fingers
were roughly pushed up together.
   "Owwwie...Meowwww!  Sophie wailed, almost forgetting herself.
   "Don't be a bad kitty!  Remember to meow!" smiled Hortense.
   Hortense began an exaggerated set of movements with her fingers in
Sophie's bottom, hooking them, parting them and clenching them.  Taught to
Hortense by an old Nanny, the movements produced an irresistible urge in
the child to poo.
   "Meow!  MEOW!" wailed Sophie in a desperate warning that her poo-poo was
coming.
   Hortense ignored the girl and thrust a third finger up, stretching the
little anus even more.
   "Meoaaaaaaaaaah!" Sophie howled.
   The three fingers separated, opening the little hole.  Sophie
desperately tried to communicate that her poo-poo was on its way as her
anus was opened.  She knew only too well that going straight into Miss's
hand resulted in a certain special punishment.  Just before bed, Miss would
slip into the offending girl's room with the hard rubber spiked `bottom
hole hurter'.  The girl's screams would go on for hours as the big thing
tore up her little bottom hole.
   "MEOW!  MEOW!  MEOWWWWWWW!" shouted Sophie; she could feel the poo-poo
coming down now.
   "MEOWWWWEEEEEEEEIE!" howled Sophie as her poo-poo landed in Miss's hand;
her bottom hole would be torn up tonight for sure and every poo for the
next week would burn like fire.
   Hortense calmly wiped the poo off her hand into the potty using a
medicated paper wipe.
   "Disgusting kitty!" she admonished and Sophie wept pitifully with
humiliation.
   John took the potty and returned in a few minutes with it cleaned out
and with a bowl of warm soapy water and washcloth.  Hortense humiliated
Sophie further by washing her bottom like a baby until it was clean inside
and out.  Then she re-applied Vaseline to her fingers and set about
lubricating the little hole.  Sophie wept and meowed with discomfort as her
hole was prepared for the stiff adult cocks that would be using it.
   "Why doesn't little kitty go and play?" smiled Hortense, withdrawing her
fingers from Sophie's anus.  She propelled the girl towards Charles and
Emma who eagerly pulled her onto Charles's lap and began to assault her
little holes as she meowed in pain at the rough probing.
   "Let's get `big kitty' ready now!" smiled Hortense and beckoned to
Lizzie.
   "Meowwwwwww!" wept Lizzie, as she approached Miss to have her poo-poo
humiliatingly extracted.  Even the most basic control of being able to
choose to poo or not had been taken away from her.
   "Bend over, kitty!  Just like you do for this every night!" Hortense
gloated.
   "Meowwwww!  Meowwwww!" sobbed Lizzie; now everybody knew how she was
degraded in such an awful way every single night.
   Lizzie bent over and presented her bottom to the audience.  Miss's
strong well-trained fingers roughly entered her bottom hole and began to
move about painfully, starting to induce that `needing-to-do-a-poo'
feeling, almost instantly.
   Sophie was not fairing well in Charles's lap.  Emma had withdrawn her
husband's erect penis from his trousers and he was now trying to penetrate
Sophie's tight anus.
   "MEOWWW!  MEOWWW!" Sophie cried, trying to draw attention to what was
happening, but all the adults' eyes were on Lizzie's antics at the front of
the room.
   Lizzie was tearfully meowing and wriggling her bottom as her anus was
stretched and her poo induced.  She had grown to fear and hate having this
terrible procedure carried out.  The added fear of losing complete control
and pooing straight into Miss's hand, rather than the potty, and the
extreme bottom whippings that would result made her meow in miserable self
pity.
   Lizzie shut her eyes; she could feel her poo coming.  Miss had four
fingers in her anus, opening her up.  Lizzie began to shake with the effort
of keeping her poo-poo back, sweat breaking out on her body.  Then Miss's
long finger seemed to reach up inside her and touch a terrible special
sensitive spot that made her poo instantly dump itself into Miss's hand.
   As Miss cleaned up and scolded her like a tiny poopy baby, Lizzie meowed
dismally; the thought of the cane every night on top of a blistered and
bruised bottom terrified her.  She and Sophie would be screaming late into
the night as their white hot bottoms felt like they had been branded
   Lizzie was carefully cleaned and lubricated like her little sister had
been.  As the humiliating process was carried out, she was forced to watch
her sister meowing at the top of her voice as Charles's big penis
repeatedly penetrated her anus and Emma pinched Sophie's clit to make her
bottom hole clench on her husband's excited cock.
   "Why doesn't `big kitty' swap with `little kitty'?" Hortense smiled,
"It's time for us to teach this little kitten what a severely disciplined
bottom feels like!"
   John pulled over the wooden gym horse with its thick leather restraint
straps and the sobbing meowing little Sophie-kitten was strapped into
position with her bottom facing the audience.  Sophie's legs were widely
spread and secured apart at the knees.  Her wrists were strapped tightly to
the legs of the gym horse on the other side from her legs.  Sophie's body
shook and heaved with her frightened sobs as her spanking approached.
   Hortense went to the table and picked up a thick leather strap.  It was
about an inch wide, eighteen inches long and split into two for the final
two thirds of its length.  The audience murmured its appreciation at such a
thick heavy implement for the small child's initial spanking; her little
bottom would be bruised and welted easily with such an implement.  They
wondered in anticipation what even more severe punishments John and
Hortense had planned for their new little girls.
   Hortense stood just behind Sophie to one side so that the audience could
get a good view of the child's bottom, genitals and face.  This would be a
punishment they would want to savour, watching the child's bottom wriggling
as it was welted and her red howling face looking back at them.  Hortense
raised the strap up so it was at shoulder height ready to swing it down so
it exploded across Sophie's bottom that was now juddering with the child's
hysterical sobs.
   "You've been very naughty this week, `little kitty'." Hortense gloated,
"I can't think of the number of times you've had little cummies all over my
fingers!  And look at how you just pooed on me!  That bottom and those
naughty places of yours need a severe spanking!"
   "Boo hoo!  No Miss!  I'm sorry!  I won't have cummies next week!  I
promise!  Boo hoo!  Don't spank me on my parts!  Please Miss!  Please!"
Sophie begged desperately through her sobs.
   "Oh dear," smiled Hortense, "it looks like someone just forgot about
saying `meow'!"
   Sophie howled in dismay; in her eagerness to beg off her spanking, she'd
completely forgotten.  She felt Hortense's hands on her bottom, fondling it
and pulling the cheeks wide apart.
   "Boo hoo!  I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!  Meow!  Meow!  Meow!" Sophie wept
desperately.
   "Far too late for that, my dear!" Hortense's voice came from behind her,
"Bare bottom canings for a week!  And so much of Sir's willy in this tight
little hole, you'll cry every time you poo!"
   "Meo..." began Sophie, but Hortense had already unleashed the strap.
   THWACK!
   The thick leather strap wrapped itself around the centre of Sophie's
small bottom just above her sit-down bits.  The audience watched the
immediate shock on Sophie's face, her momentary wide-eyed stare, how her
mouth flew open as she dragged air into her lungs and then her howling
scream which told them how much the strap had hurt her small soft cheeks.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOOO!  MISS!  PLEEEEEEEEEASE!" she shrieked,
her bottom waving madly.
   "Oh Sophie!" laughed Hortense, "That was only your first!  We've dozens
to go yet!"
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NO!  MISS!  NOT DOZENS!  EEEEEEEEEE!" squealed Sophie
in disbelief.
   Then Hortense began to strap Sophie's bottom in earnest.
   The strap flew into Sophie's wobbling cheeks making satisfying whacking
noises as it landed.  The cracks of the strap landing were all but
drowned-out by Sophie's screams of pain and her entreaties for her strict
new Mummy to stop.
   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  MY BUM!  NOOOOOOOOOOO!  STOOOOOOOP!"
   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  NOOOOOOOO!  THAT'S ENOUGH!  I'M SORRY!  I'LL BE GOOD!"
   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!
   "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  NO MORE CUMMIES!  I'LL BE GOOD!  I'LL DO ANYTHING! 
STOP!  PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   Hortense had had many years experience of punishing children's bottoms,
somtimes four or five of them a day.  The strap was delivered with elegant
grace and breath-taking power.  The audience was spellbound as they watched
such a dedicated professional at work.  Lizzie stood between Charles'
spread legs, bent over with her bottom in his crotch whilst he pumped his
cock in and out of her anus.  Emma cruelly twisted Lizzie's nipple, making
her squirm and writhe, providing extra stimulation for her darling
husband's embedded cock.  Alice had pulled up her tweed skirt and her hand
was busy down her thick woollen knickers.
   Hortense began carefully placing the strap so the tails flew onto
Sophie's pussy and between her bum-crack.  The child screamed madly as this
new stage of her punishment made itself felt in her most private places.
   The twin strap tails spanked Sophie's pussy, anus and sensitive inner
bottom cheeks with terrible stinging accuracy.  The girl's high-pitched
screams excited the disciplinary minded adults who sat enjoying the
spectacle.  At the back of the room, with their hands on their heads and
their noses pressed to the wall, the other girls wept loudly.  Sophie's
insane screams told them how very severe her punishment was; they knew only
too well it would excite and encourage their own parents to deliver the
most terrible spankings to their own children's poor bottoms.
   Sophie's bottom seemed to have swollen to almost twice its size; like
two over-ripe bulging tomatoes it bounced about in front of the audience.
Its surface was welted by dozens of strap marks; in some cases the twin
tails of the strap were clearly visible as raised welts and in some cases
they all merged together.  Between her legs the individual strap welts
could clearly be seen reaching into her bum-crack and decorating her pussy.
   Hortense walked back to the table.  She feigned fatigue, dabbing her
forehead with a large hanky.
   "Such hard work disciplining these small kittens!" she remarked to the
audience.
   The audience broke into spontaneous applause.  Hortense had already set
a very high standard for the evening.  They watched with anticipation as
Hortense selected another implement.  She picked up a thick short strap,
about nine inches long and half an inch wide.  The use of such a narrow
short strap was well known to the audience and Charles ground his cock into
Lizzie's tight reluctant anus in delight; Sophie was going to get a pussy
strapping.
   Hortense went to stand the other side of the gym horse from the
audience, so she could reach over with the strap and spank right onto
Sophie's pussy.  The howling girl sensed what was happening.  She looked up
desperately into Hortense's eyes.
   "WHAAAAAAAAAAA!  DON'T MISS!  DOOOOOON'T!" she begged.
   Hortense smiled down at her.
   "Don't be such a silly little kitty!  You knew very well when you were
having all those cummies what would happen to that naughty little part of
you!"
   "THIS!" cried Hortense and brought the strap hard down so the end of it
went straight into Sophie's spread pussy.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Sophie's screams filled the room as Hortense punished her little pussy.
The little lips soon became fat, red and bloated as the strap did its work.
Hortense's pussy throbbed; she knew that even tonight, with Sophie's pussy
in agony from its strapping, when she started to apply the slippery
soothing cold cream and her delicate fingers went to work, the silly girl
would be having cummy after cummy.  John would enjoy the show as the
reluctant and unwanted orgasms were coaxed from the little girl and Lizzie
would be set her own challenge; to make Sir's willy cum again, even though
it had been drained by the evening's activities.  How hard Lizzie would
have to work and what desperate measures she would be willing to take; the
threat of another caning on her ruined bottom would drive her to perform
the most obscene and degrading acts for her new daddy.
   Sophie's pussy was now a red-hot swollen splodge of strap marks and
Hortense again returned to the table.  The audience held its breath; this
was first-class little girl punishment and they wanted to see more. 
Hortense put the crack-strap down on the table and picked up a thin
straight ratten rod.  This was not the traditional crook-handled cane, of
which there were several on the table, but an extremely thin flexible
eighteen inch long stick.  Hortense bent it into a complete circle to show
the audience how flexible it was.  She whipped it through the air so there
would be no mistake about what sort of sting it would produce.
   "And finally," she announced to the audience, "something for this
naughty little kitty's bottom hole; something to teach her never to poo on
me again!"
   Charles moaned with delight as Lizzie's bottom hole clamped on his cock,
her anal muscles shutting in fright as she realised that her own bottom
hole would be whipped too.  She wailed miserably as Charles enjoyed himself
in her bottom and Miss got ready to spank her sister's bottom hole with
that horrible whippy stick.
   Hortense had crouched down to one side of Sophie.  She was keen for the
audience to see the bottom hole spanking in all its glory, but it did
require her to kneel in a slightly less than lady-like position.  However,
Hortense was keen to make a good impression at her first meeting of the
club and so she made sure that she kept her audience's pleasure as a
priority.  She laid the end of the stick vertically between Sophie's bottom
cheeks, so it rested on the child's anus.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOOOO!" howled Sophie in terror.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   The thin rod wrought havoc between the little girl's bottom cheeks,
spanking at the tender inner cheeks and whipping down onto the exposed
sensitive anus.  If the audience had thought they had heard Sophie scream,
they were mistaken.  Now Sophie's real screaming began as the whippy little
rod tore up her small anus and inner cheeks.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  YAAAAAAAAAH!" she shrieked.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAAA!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Charles began to grunt loudly as Emma forced Lizzie to bounce hard and
fast on her husband's cock.  He was going to cum watching this little girl
having her anus whipped with that stinging flexible rod.
   "YEAHSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Charles roared as his cock exploded in Lizzie's
bottom.
   John's cock jerked and emitted pre-cum he watched his new friend
enjoying Lizzie's small anus; it was such a tight lovely hole for a large
adult cock to be pushed into.
   Hortense finished Sophie's bottom hole thrashing.  She and John released
Sophie's hands so that the girl could amuse the audience with her desperate
attempts to stop the terrible pain.  Still bent over with her legs held
spread apart, Sophie's hands went to work.  The audience was treated to a
pair of grabbing pulling squeezing rubbing hands that did nothing but
explicitly open up the girl's own genitals for their intimate inspection
and jiggle her own huge swollen cheeks in an enticing way.
   Hortense let the show continue for some minutes before she released
Sophie for the final part of the little girl's display.  Sophie jumped and
ran about the room screaming, her hands on her bottom and between her legs,
hardly knowing where to squeeze or rub next.  The audience watched her
display hungrily and one by one their eyes turned to Lizzie, who had begun
to cry hysterically as her turn neared.  Charles pushed her off his lap and
his semi-erect cock emerged from her tight bottom with a plopping sound. 
His sperm dribbled out of her gaping anus as John and Hortense pulled the
resisting girl over to the gym horse.
   "MEOWWWWWWW!  MEOWWWWWW!  MEOWWWWWWW!" wailed Lizzie, trying not to
forget she was a kitten.
   John and Hortense secured the girl over the horse until she was bent
with her legs wide apart and her face looking back through her legs, like
her sister had been.
   "MEEEOWWWWWWWWW!" Lizzie wailed in fear.
   "So, `big kitten'," grinned Hortense, as she moved around next to
Lizzie's bottom, "I hear you've been very-very naughty this week!"
   Hortense reached forward with both hands and, taking one of Lizzie's
buttocks in each hand, wrenched them apart to display her anus.  As
Hortense pulled the cheeks open, Lizzie's anus gaped and a dribble of
Charles's sperm fell out of it.
   "Look at this naughty hole!" announced Hortense, "She can barely keep it
clean!"
   Hortense slid both her index fingers into Lizzie's anus and pulled it
open.  The tight hole resisted the pull of her fingers but a good inch wide
gape was presented to the audience, who craned forward to look into the
little girl's rectum.
   "Why, I had my whole hand up there last night!" bragged Hortense.
   Lizzie's wailing sobs filled the room as she remembered the terrible
scream-inducing stretching she had endured in her cosy little bedroom last
night, with her clawing at the bedclothes and trying to crawl away from
Miss's huge hand that had stretched and stretched and stretched her little
bottom hole until she had felt the whole massive hand go up there.  Then
Miss had started to make her hand move about inside her bottom.  Lizzie
wept as she remembered the terrible-terrible things she had promised and
begged Miss to be allowed to do; things that Sir would be coming up to her
room on a nightly basis for the next month to take advantage of.
   "Would `big kitten' like to me to show everyone how I can get my whole
hand up?" enquired Hortense.
   "Boo hoo!  Noooooo!  Please, Miss!  Noooooooo!" wailed Lizzie, beside
herself with fear.
   "Oh dear!  We forgot to say `meow'!" smiled Hortense, "That's the cane
every night for a week!"
   Lizzie howled in despair; every night for a week with her screaming in
agony as the cane bit away at her poor punished bottom.
   As Hortense went to the table, John noticed that Sophie had finished her
war dance and Emma had lifted her elegant dress high and lowered her silk
knickers around her knees.  John could see her hairy pussy, desperate and
gaping open, ready for attention.
   "Sophie!" he ordered, "Go and kiss Auntie Emma's wee-wee hole!"
   Sophie almost ran across the room to where a delighted Emma awaited her
arrival, her legs spread and her pussy open like a hungry mouth.  John's
cock ached for attention.  He could see that Charles' cock was semi-turgid
again and that Alice had that desperate look in her eyes, ready for a small
child to use.
   John coughed discreetly.
   "I know it's a club tradition," he started, "but I wonder why we have
adults who require attention and available children who are not being
used?"
   He indicated the crying girls at the back of the room.  There was an
immediate murmur of approval.  Yes, it was lovely for the girls to cry for
them, but they could do that while their little mouths, pussies and bottom
holes were put to good use pleasuring the adults.
   "Annette!" called Charles, "Go at once to your Uncle John!"
   The tears seemed to jump out of Annette's eyes as she reluctantly
approached her new strict uncle who was in the process of taking his
trousers and pants off.  She wailed miserably as his hard cock sprang into
view.
   "Ellie!" commanded Emma, "Go and please your Auntie Alice!"
   The small eight-year-old approached the large tweed-clothed lady whose
skirt was now around her middle and whose woollen knickers had been
removed. The big smelly pussy scared her.  Auntie Alice liked to wrap her
legs around your head and force your whole face into her so you could
hardly breathe.  Poor Emily had told them that her mother would sometimes
ride her face for hours having cum after cum as Emily wriggled and gasped
for air, her eyes stinging from her mother's copious strong acrid pussy
juice.
   Alice beamed at little Ellie as she approached.
   "Emily!" she brayed, "Go and be nice to your Uncle Charles!  Your holes
need to feel a lot more men's willies in them!  Charles, do feel free to
use her throat!  But be careful that you have a bucket if you do!"
   Emily watched with horror as, right in front of her eyes, Uncle Charles'
cock began to fill and stiffen at the prospect.  Ever helpful, John passed
Charles a large metal bucket.  Emily felt queasy and her stomach tightened
at the terrible prospect.  Uncle Charles' fully erect penis twitched at her
as she approached.
   As each adult began to touch the reluctant crying child with them, their
attention returned to Hortense, who had been waiting patiently whilst her
guests made their sexual arrangements.  Hortense picked up the traditional
crook-handled junior cane.  At twenty four inches long, it was a formidable
implement for the cringing crying ten-year-old bending over in front of
her, but particularly when applied repeatedly with no thought to the number
of strokes.
   Hortense positioned herself behind Lizzie and laid the cane across
Lizzie's bottom.  The child wailed with fear.
   "Bwhaaaaaaaa!  Please, Miss!  Don't!" she wailed as Hortense drew back
the cane.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   Lizzie's bottom bucked and writhed as the cane kept whipping into it. 
Her screams filled the room as her white little bottom began to redden with
cane marks.
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  NOOOOOOOOOO!" she howled.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAA!  MY BUM!  MY BUM!" she shrieked
   John put his penis's thick purple helmet against Annette's little pussy
and, giving a firm push, penetrated her vagina.  The weeping little girl
began to move about to pleasure the strict adult cock inside her.  Emma
sighed happily as she pushed Sophie's face between her bottom cheeks to
tongue and probe her dirty anus.  Emma had deliberately not washed her
bottom for days and she enjoyed Sophie's gagging mewls as she was forced to
carry out this unpleasant task.  Ellie was beside herself with panic; she
could barely breathe as Auntie Alice's huge wet pussy was pushed down on
her, the smelly juice pouring out of it.  But Emily has it worst; Uncle
Charles moaned with delight and fed his long cock down her throat she
gagged over him and desperately used the bucket.
   All of the time Lizzie's canning continued.  The girl's screams became
more desperate and intense as her bottom swelled up and the livid red cane
marks merged together into one massive swollen blister on each cheek.
   Hortense swapped the cane for the crack strap.  Like with Sophie,
Hortense took up position on the other side of the gym horse so she could
bring the strap down vertically between Lizzie's legs onto her pussy.
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   Lizzie's pussy strapping began and her shrill shrieks accosted the
adult's ears as they enjoyed the obedient girls with them.  The two mothers
sighed and moaned as the girls kneeling in front of them used their tongues
and mouths.  Sophie's tongue was as far up Auntie Emma's bottom hole as she
could get it; the foul bitter taste just wouldn't go away as she ate out
the big dirty hairy adult bottom hole.  Ellie struggled as Alice sat on her
face and her eyes burned with the strong pussy juice flooding into them. 
John had forced his cock up Annette's anus and the girl wept and pleaded
with him like a little baby; "Pweeeease `nunkie!  Twake it owwwt!" Annette
shrieked, lisping like a two-year-old as John's cock pounded into her
bottom.  Charles had Emily's head held tightly, so he could pump his cock
in and out of her rebellious throat.
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   The crack-strap kept whacking into Lizzie's pussy so the adults could
enjoy her screams and desperate exciting begging.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOOOO!  MISS!  PUT YOUR HAND IN ME!  I'LL BE
GOOD!  I'LL TAKE IT ALL!"
   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  SIR!  USE YOUR WILLY!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  UP MY BUM! 
YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  EVERY NIGHT!"
   Lizzie's pussy had become a red swollen mess of thick meaty strap welts.
Hortense returned to the table where she picked up the rod she had used on
Sophie's bottom hole and showed it to the audience.
   "Give it to her!" cried Alice.
   "Good and hard!" moaned Emma.
   "Whack her `til she can't walk right for days!" roared Charles.
   Hortense went back and knelt next to Lizzie, whose hysterical squeals
and pleas for forgiveness serenaded the parents' using their shrieking
daughters.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   As the little rod did its work on Lizzie's sensitive bottom hole and the
child's screams reached new heights, the parents' orgasms started to
approach and they egged the children on to a frenzy of activity to make
them cum.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!" squealed Annette as
`Uncle John's' penis pumped in and out of her tight bottom.
   The muffled wails of Sophie and Ellie became more desperate as the two
mothers used their child's faces to bring themselves off with.
   Poor Emily's guttural gagging and retching had reached an almost
constant pitch as the Charles' huge adult cock slipped up and down her
throat.  Charles was the first to cum, despite having already enjoyed the
attentions of Sophie's bottom earlier.  The sensation of being
deep-throated whilst watching Lizzie having her anus whipped was
overpowering.
   "RAAAAAAAAAAAR!  YESSSSSSSSSS!" he bellowed, as his cock jumped and
squirted down Emily's throat.
   Alice's clit was throbbing repeatedly, a sure sign she was about to cum.
As Charles' roars found her ears, she began to shudder as between her legs
little Ellie fought for breath and wriggled desperately, all of which added
to her stimulation.  She clenched her fists, closed her eyes and her whole
body shook as waves of pleasure shot through her.  As she came, her pussy
spasmed repeatedly squirting more of her acrid juice into Ellie's face
until the child felt as if she were drowning.
   John's cock was being treated to its favourite pastime; a small
reluctant anus with a blubbering yeowching girl attached bouncing up and
down on his cock.  Annette's babyish pleas and regressed lisp as she begged
him to stop were quite delightful, and most stimulating.  John had held
back as much as he could, but the shuddering sighs and gasps of joy of the
other adults orgasmed, made him lose the battle.  Like Charles, he shouted
out his pleasure as he squirted deep into Annette's bottom.
   Emma was the last to cum.  Sophie had been working like a demon between
the elegant lady's legs.  After giving her bottom a deep-clean with her
tongue, until Emma had been satisfied with Sophie's anal washing, she had
been put to work on Emma's pussy.  Emma's eyes were wide open and glued to
Lizzie's writhing purple blistered bottom and her red shrieking tear and
snot dripping face.  She found nothing as stimulating as a child being
given a long hard thrashing.  Her pussy, almost of its own accord, began to
convulse and her orgasm tore through her and her refined elegance
disappeared, her eyes burning as she began to shout.
   "Yes!  Whip her!  Whip the naughty girl's bum!  Make her cry!  Do it
harder, Mummy!"
   Her body arched and she shook, her pussy twitching open and closed. 
Charles smiled; only at the point of orgasm did his wife ever forget
herself as visions of her childhood flooded back to her; egging her mother
on to thrash her little sisters ever longer and more severely and,
afterwards, paying her mum back by eating her anus and pussy out for hours.
   As the audience settled back after its release, Emma, a little red-faced
at her display, watched Hortense put the bottom-hole-spanking-rod back on
the table in front them.  Hortense pulled her dress up and dragged her
knickers down.  Then she undid the straps on Lizzie's wrists, lifted
Lizzie's head up by her hair and plunged the howling child's face into her
soaking pussy.
   Hortense bit her lip and vigorously rubbed Lizzie's mouth, nose and
tongue into her wet gaping hole.  The intense punishments she had delivered
had left her unbelievably aroused.  The audience watched in awe as Hortense
went wild, shaking Lizzie's head up and down over her pussy and clit as the
child clawed at her spanked bottom, thighs, pussy and anus.  The scene was
amazing and, even so soon after their orgasms, the adults became stimulated
again.  Hortense shrieked like a banshee as she came, her pussy slobbering
juice over Lizzie's soaking face.  The audience broke into spontaneous
applause and one by one the adults stood to give Hortense a standing
ovation.  This couple were indeed a powerful new addition to their group
and, no doubt, the many other similar groups around the country that they
were in contact with.
   The rest of the evening was a most pleasant time for the adults. 
Charles and Emma demonstrated their double team caning approached to
Annette, with each of them, armed with a cane, standing either side of
Annette whipping alternate cheeks of her bottom.
   THWICK-THWICK!  THWICK-THWICK!  THWICK-THWICK!
   Annette's shrieks and babyish pleas delighted the audience.
   "WHAAAAAAAAA!  PWEEEEEEEEEEASE!  I SUCK DADDY'S WEE-WEE! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  `NETTY SOWEEEY NOW!  YEEEEEEEEEEIGH!"
   Then Charles and Emma took their near hysterical eight-year-old daughter
Ellie and played the
`how-big-a-cane-can-your-bottom-take-without-you-standing-up' game.  Ellie
was bent over touching her toes and then her parents worked through
Hortense's large collection of canes one-by-one.  A whippy six with the
heavy three-foot senior girls' cane was Ellie's limit and she jumped up
screaming and dancing about, her hands glued to her bottom.  Her reward for
her disgraceful lack of control was a diaper position, legs behind your
head, pussy spanking with Hortense's thick eighteen inch ruler.
   Finally, Alice brought Emily out to the front.  The little girl wept in
high-pitched frightened sobs; it seemed that Emily already knew what was
going to happen.  Alice pointed at the table.  The naked nine-year-old went
to the table and, with shaking hands, picked up the four-foot monster cane
that had pride of place.  She took it back to her mother and handed it to
her with a curtsy.  Alice slowly and deliberately fastened her daughter
over the horse, taking plenty of time to make sure the restraint straps
were good and tight.  When she was satisfied she stood up.
   "This week Emily tried to tell someone about how she is punished by us!"
she announced.
   There was an intake of breath, even fear, from the adults.
   "Naturally, no one believed such a fantastical story!" Alice smiled,
"But I think Emily needs a little reminder to keep tongue still."
   The audience murmured its approval; this really was the most serious
crime.  They watched with rightful glee as Emily's bottom was ruined by the
long wicked cane.  It was a salutary lesson to their own daughters about
what would happen should they ever tell.
   As the caning proceeded and Emily's screams grew ever more intense and
out of control, the adults pleasured themselves with the bodies of their
little daughters.  Hard adult cocks slipped in and out tiny throats and
small tight bottom holes, bloated hairy adult pussies were licked and
tongued into ecstasy by obedient little girls' tongues and lips.  The whole
evening was a great success, John and Hortense agreed.
   It was in the early hours before Lizzie and Sophie found themselves back
in Lizzie's bedroom.
   "Bwaaaaaaaah!  I want to go back to the orphanage!" wailed Sophie, "My
bottom hurts!  Oh God, my bottom hurts!"
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  Mine hurts too!" wailed Lizzie.
   "Oh, please!  Let us go back to the orphanage!" prayed Sophie, "We'll be
good forever!"
   "We promise!  We promise!" wept Lizzie.
   At that very moment, far away in London, a nightly air-raid was taking
place.  It was just one of thousands of bombs being dropped, but it found
the abandoned orphanage and blew it apart.  All the records of the children
who had been there and where they've been evacuated to were instantly
incinerated.  No one would ever come looking look for Lizzie and Sophie. 
John and Hortense would enjoy strictly disciplining their new little
evacuees for years to come.
   DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact.  The two are very
different.
   
  
Evacuees, Part 2