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Write to me at littlegdiscipline@mail.com Hope you enjoy this latest story. There are more on the way. It would be great to hear from more of you. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- OLD HAND, PART 2 (M/ggggg, nc, spank, pedo, oral, anal) Introduction The little mini car bombed along the country lane. It really was the latest thing and Irene Jones was very proud of it. It was such a turn around from a year ago when she was on her uppers; widowed with only the few low-paying part-time jobs to support her and her petulant nine-year-old daughter, Emma, to deal with. But now everything was different; he was such a wonderful man, a well-off bachelor who seemed to like nothing better than to lavish her with care and attention and money. Well, almost nothing better, Irene reflected; spanking Emma was perhaps his favourite thing. He seemed to almost always have her knickers down for some reason or another. It had started even on their wedding night. He had claimed Emma's behaviour during the day wasn't what he expected and Irene had to agree with him. She had often spanked Emma herself and when he offered to take this chore off her hands she was quite grateful. Emma was quickly taken upstairs and Irene had remained in the lounge reading magazines. Almost an hour later he had returned with her daughter. Irene had been quite surprised to see that Emma was returned to her quite naked. Emma was howling and her face was red and soaked with tears. When she inspected Emma's bottom she could see why; it appeared that a spanking in her new husband's view was not limited to his broad hand. It turned out that Emma had been given the hairbrush and the cane; not that she was even certain why her new husband had a cane! It also appeared that he had not limited himself to a mere six strokes; she couldn't even count the number of stripes on Emma's bottom. Irene knew she should have rebutted him, but instead she offered him her congratulations on a job well done. Over the next few months her daughter's spankings became more frequent. Soon there was a nightly bedtime spanking, on Wednesday evenings a special bathtime spanking and every Friday was `spank night'. Irene knew that the moment she left for her WI function on a Friday evening that Emma's knickers would be taken off and her daughter would spend the whole evening being spanked in different positions with different implements until her bottom became a welted blistered mess. But the fact was that Emma's behaviour was now perfect. You could take her anywhere, her school reports were glowing and she was the most respectful child, always minding her P's and Q's; in short, Emma's spankings worked. She'd been a little surprised when a few weeks ago her husband had sat her down and explained that Emma was not being punished enough. She'd countered, saying that her daughter was getting spanked naked with the cane and strap every day. Her husband had said mysteriously that he was not best placed to talk to her about things that mothers should be talking about. Instead he had mentioned the names of two other mothers at the WI group that he thought she should talk to. Her husband had been very insistent and Irene had immediately invited them round for tea the next day. Sarah and Alice had bustled into her house quite excited at having been invited; it was well known that her new husband was wealthy. Chat soon turned to their daughters. Sarah had a nine-year-old and a seven-year-old and Alice had an eleven-year-old. Irene had carefully steered the topic to spanking. "Now, I have to say that Emma has been a different girl since John started giving her daily spankings." she slipped in. There was a silence as Sarah and Alice both looked at each other and flushes of colour appeared high on both their cheeks. Irene immediately sensed a faux pas and started to back-pedal. Sarah immediately sat forward and put her hand up reassuringly to calm Irene. "I'm sorry we both went quiet, Irene. It certainly wasn't a sign of disapproval." she said. "We just wondered if there was a reason you were raising this with us?" asked Alice, her eyebrows raised. Irene swallowed hard. She couldn't go back now; her husband had insisted. Her voice came out a little high and nervous. "Um, my husband, well, he talked to me last night, and he said that Emma wasn't being punished enough. But then he refused to say anymore, except that I should talk to you two. Sarah and Alice looked at each other for what seemed like a long time. "I think John knows Alistair." Sarah finally said. "Yes, I think he knows Ian as well." said Alice, nodding slowly. Sarah turned back to Irene. "Does Emma get spanked hard?" she asked. "Um, she does." said Irene, "Very hard. He's got a slipper, a cane, a strap and a hairbrush for her." Irene noticed more colour come to Sarah's and Alice's cheeks. "That's excellent!" announced Sarah. "Perfect!" agreed Alice. "Does he like to spank her in private?" asked Alice. "Yes, in her bedroom with the door locked." said Irene. "Does he like to spank her bare-bottom?" asked Sarah. "Well, quite naked in fact!" said Irene, not quite following the conversation. "She must make a lot of noise when she's being spanked?" enquired Sarah. Again, there was a pause. Irene felt like she was being tested. "Oh yes, a lot of noise!" Irene said, sensing that her friends were looking for a little more than a yes or no, "She screams like anything! Begs him to stop!" "Mmmm!" said Sarah appreciatively, "Mine both do that too." "Mine does as well." agreed Alice. "I like listening to mine being spanked." Sarah offered, "So satisfying, don't you think Alice?" "Oh, lovely!" agreed Alice, "Their little squeals as their bare bottoms are dealt with, the drumming on the ceiling from their feet, the way they plead with him not to do it! What do you think, Irene?" Irene swallowed hard and her face went bright red. At first she'd been shocked when Emma had been spanked. She'd almost run upstairs to stop it. Having to listen to her daughter's screams and desperate entreaties had been hard. But over time, as she got more used to it, she'd started to become excited. At first it was a slight tingling and damp knickers, but that was months ago. Now she drew the curtains, took her knickers off and masturbated herself shamelessly as she listened to Emma's bottom being dealt with. During the hard extended spankings her new husband favoured she could cum two or three times listening to her daughter's childish shrieks. "Um, yes, it's lovely! I like it!" she confessed quietly. Sarah reached over and held her arm reassuringly. "We all do, darling. None of us can get enough of it. I wank myself stupid listening to my two getting it!" "The way mine screams!" Alice moaned, "I could just cum forever! And her little red bottom afterwards, all hot and wriggly; Mmmm, yummy!" Irene shook her head in confusion. "But isn't it wrong?" she asked. Sarah smiled at her. "Of course not, silly. It's good for them. Their little bottoms need as much spanking as they can get. It's good for them, good for you and good for her daddy too!" "Well, not for your hubby, yet!" added Alice. "What do you mean?" asked Irene. "Well, think about it." said Sarah, "Emma gets her spanking, you get to wank yourself silly, but what does your hubby get?" "I don't know." Irene said, suddenly feeling a little guilty and selfish. "Imagine," said Sarah, "that poor man having a naked girl in front of him, all her parts on show, her bottom all big and red and her lovely crying and begging. He must be so frustrated!" "In pain, I would say!" added Alice. "I suppose I should relieve him." Irene said with a look of distaste on her face. One big advantage of their marriage was that she wasn't troubled for sex. "Oh gosh, no!" said Sarah sharply. Alice shook her head with an exaggerated `yuck' expression on her face. "We don't like doing that." Sarah stated, "All that nasty hard work whilst they sweat all over you." Irene found herself nodding in agreement. "After all," said Sarah, archly, "why should we when it's a daughter's job to look after her father!" "Saves us the trouble!" added Alice. "But she's only nine-years-old!" exclaimed Irene. "Yes, and that's why it's an additional punishment." said Sarah. Irene's eyes widened as the penny dropped. "You mean...?" "Yes," Sarah smiled, "that's the additional punishment your husband wants to give Emma. Mine get it off their daddy all the time!" "My hubby loves it!" grinned Alice, "And, oh, listening to her getting `it' from him is better than any spanking!" Irene licked her lips which had gone dry. "I'm not sure." she said, but her pussy had started to throb and wet itself at the idea of how Emma would cry and beg when her daddy started doing `it' to her." Sarah nodded understandingly. "We all feel the same, at first." she said, "But there is someone who can help." "Who? In what way?" asked Irene. "There's a gentleman who specialises in such matters. He'll explain to you how it's all very scientific and good for Emma, and then he'll train her; train her to `please' her daddy." Sarah explained. "They're taught to call doing `it' with daddy `pleasing' him. So, after their spanking, they have to `please' their daddy." Alice clarified. "All you have to do is enrol Emma in his gym club, and he'll take care of the rest." Sarah said. "It's personal recommendation only." said Sarah, "But don't worry, I'll propose!" "And I'll second!" grinned Alice. For the next hour Sarah and Alice told Irene all about the exciting times that lay in store for her and Irene's pussy grew hotter and wetter. It was only a week later that Irene found herself driving to meet Mr M. She threw the mini around the corner and there was a little squeal from the tyres. Her pussy was on fire and it wasn't helped by Emma's miserable crying from the back seat. "Boo hoo! Mummy! Please don't take me there! I'll be good when daddy wants to spank me! Boo hoo! I don't need extra lessons! I promise to be good! I don't need spanking lessons! Boo hoo!" Irene caught a view of her daughter's red tear-soaked face in the rear-view mirror. It was a face she'd seen similarly red and wet many times over the last year. The place Mr M used for his club was out of town in the grounds of a large house in a neighbouring village. Irene reached the village and drove through it until she found the drive she was looking for. After almost a mile on the drive she approached some outbuildings, one of them a large stone structure that looked like a collection of old estate offices and storage space. She parked in front of it, took Emma out of the car and a half dragged her reluctant daughter to the door. On the door was a small discreet sign and bell. `Little Stars Gymnastics Club' it said on the sign. Irene pressed the bell. She didn't hear it ringing; the walls to the building must be very thick! Little stars gymnastics club The year was 1964 and my life as a teacher at Greenfields Primary School had become less satisfying. There seemed no lack of parents who still required the most exemplary discipline for their young daughters, but the school authorities had started to limit what was possible. Bare bottom spankings were now frowned upon and the kind of naked punishments I preferred were outlawed. Six strokes of the cane to a well-bent little bottom dressed only in a pair of tightly pulled up knickers was permissible, but having a child strip naked, lie on their back with their legs pulled back to their chest up to completely expose their genitals whilst teacher strapped the living daylights out of their wriggling buttocks was not. My parents had passed away leaving my sisters and I with a good inheritance. I bought a larger house with better privacy and invested some in a project I had had in mind for a few years. I found a very discreet building on an old country estate and fitted it out as a gym club for little girls. Before long those parents who required rather more severe discipline for their daughters than I was now able to offer at school enrolled them in my gym club. On every Tuesday and Thursday nights I put my team of little girls through their paces. Sexual discipline was high on every father's list of requirements, and some of the mothers' too. My collection of educational pamphlets was still often called upon to reassure one spouse or the other that the repeated painful sexual punishment of their child was a perfectly normal expression of parental discipline, and was as good for their child as them playing in the sunshine. I was twenty minutes into my Thursday evening gym session when the bell rang. I left the girls exercising and made my way to the outside door which was situated through the changing room and then on through an office and porch. Despite the fact that we were so remote, I saw no reason for anyone who might call at the door to be disturbed by the desperate screams of whichever girl in my troop I might be disciplining at the time. I was expecting a new little member to be brought to me today. Two mothers of exemplary character had recommended her with the suggestion that after some minimal persuasion her mother would be happy for the very strictest discipline to be applied. I was already semi-erect when I reached the door; a new little bottom to punish was always exciting. I opened the door and was immediately introduced to Emma by her charming mother. Emma was delightful; I could see why her father repeatedly spanked her and needed to use her sexually. She was the prettiest little thing; long fair in a neat ponytail, cornflower blue eyes, a little snub nose and her teeth still changing with a small toothy gap at the front. Her body was rounded and her black leotard was filled by her big bottom that thrust the leotard out at the back. To my delight I could see that she had been crying; her face was red and wet. My cock filled out even more. "Mrs Jones, lovely to see you!" I said, shaking Irene's hand. "Oh, Mr M, thank you for taking Emma under your wing." she smiled, "I understand you're quite selective?" "Oh yes," I smiled, "I only take the best, most promising pupils." Her eyes shone with excitement. "I understand it might be possible for you to show me something of how Emma will be disciplined?" she asked eagerly. "That might be possible." I agreed, "I understand that you're new to the idea of Emma being sexually disciplined?" "Mummy!" whined Emma, "What's `sez-u-al' discipline?" Her mother and I laughed at her hopeless pronunciation. I knelt down so my face was level with Emma's. "Well, Emma, it's where the man spanking you does things with his willy to hurt your private parts, or makes you do horrible things to him that make him feel nice but hurt you." "Mummeeeeey! No!" Emma shrieked, trying to run out of the door, but finding it impossible thanks to the automatic bolt I'd had installed. "Please bring your daughter with us, Mrs Jones." I said, leading the way into the office, "I shall show you both exactly what `sez-u-al' discipline is all about." Mrs Jones grabbed Emma by the ear and the girl yelped as she was dragged with us. I sat at the desk and offered Mrs Jones a seat next to me. Emma stood snivelling next to her mother. I had the appropriate pamphlet ready for us in a folder. I removed it, it's plain A5 covers revealing nothing. I opened the pamphlet; the inner leaf was blank; on the first page in the top left hand corner in small block capitals was the title `Discipline in Education'; below that a subtitle, `Pamphlet No. 18' and below that `Girls Version'. At the bottom of the page, located centrally, was the following wording, `Education Research Foundation. This Pamphlet is for the use of bona fide teachers and gymnastics tutors.' I opened the cover up. The first page behind the cover was blank. Next there was the second title page. In bold letters it stated, `Physical Exercise and Sexual Punishment - How Enhanced Discipline Can Help Your Child''. Underneath the title was a small section of text, `This pamphlet will be used to illustrate a talk given to you be a teacher or professional gymnastics tutor. Listen to them carefully. Do not be shocked by the images or text in this pamphlet. Scientific research has proved that the methods illustrated are highly effective.' I coughed discreetly and Irene looked up at me. "What you are about to see," I said formerly, may shock you. Do not be shocked. This is perfectly normal discipline for children and is widely administered. As you are aware, we ask for discretion on your part so as not to embarrass yourself, your husband and your child with its rather intimate nature. Do you agree with that, Mrs Jones?" I watched Irene nod her head enthusiastically. I could see that she couldn't wait to look at what was in the little book. I couldn't wait to see Emma's reaction to what, she would increasingly realise, was going to be done to her. "You have my absolute assurance, Mr M, that whatever I see and however you `sez-u-ally'," Irene laughed at our little shared joke, "discipline Emma will have my full support, and will go no further than my immediate family." Satisfied by her pledge and obvious excitement, I turned the page. On both pages of the opened pamphlet was a photo of you same girl. She was about nine-years-old with short brown hair, brown eyes, a lily white skin and full lips. She was dressed in a white gym top and nothing else. On the left page she was facing the camera with her hands on her head. Her legs were slightly parted and she seemed to be pushing her little pussy out towards the viewer. Her face was red and soaked with tears and snot and her mouth was wide open with her teeth showing she howled in distress. Underneath the photo was the following text: "This little girl is undergoing physical exercise and sexual punishment. This is a useful addition to a girl's normal disciplinary routine, rather than an alternative. This pamphlet explains what to expect and how scientists have determined this helps the child develop." On the right-hand page the girl had been photographed from behind. Her bottom was a bright red splodge of cane and strap marks that extended down her upper thighs. The whole area was livid red and bumpy with the multiple crossing swollen welts. Underneath the photo was the following text: "After a physical exercise and sexual punishment lesson the child's buttocks will look like this little girl's. This is the result of repeated spankings with many different child discipline implements." Irene's tongue was practically hanging out as she looked at the vivid photos. Emma's reaction was somewhat different; all colour had drained from her face and the tears trickled down her cheeks. "I don't want to stay here!" she whined. "Silence child! Speak when you're spoken to!" I snapped "You better do as you're told, Emma! Mr M is very strict!" her mother grinned and turned back to me. "Please proceed." she smiled. I turned the page. On the left-hand page was a graph. On the side axis it showed a scale labelled `Level of physical effort' and on the bottom axis it showed a scale labelled `Amount and type of punishment' There were three lines on the graph, one was a straight horizontal line across the graph starting low on the side axis. It was labelled `No punishment'; the second line rose diagonally from where the first line started to about halfway up the graph. It was labelled `Spanking'; the third line rose diagonally from where the first two lines started up to the top right hand corner of the graph. It was labelled `Spanking and sexual punishment'. Underneath the graph was the following text: "Scientists have shown that a girl who is both spanked and sexually punished will far outperform other children in all ways. Sexual punishment is an ideal addition to spankings for all children. The person showing you this pamphlet is fully trained to administer sexual punishment safely to your child." On the right-hand side of the page was another photograph of the brown haired girl. This time she was naked and standing facing the camera. It appear to be an action shot with her running on the spot. One of her legs was lifted with the knee higher than her groin and the other leg was standing on the floor with the muscles tensed. Next to her was a man dressed in a pair of blue gym shorts, white gym shoes and no shirt. He was clearly physically out of shape with a large tummy. The photo had been cropped at the top of the child's head so the top of the man's shoulders and his head weren't visible. His hand held a brown leather strap that was split down two thirds of its length. The strap was outstretched as it was caught by the photo flying through the air behind the girl on the way to make vigorous contact with her bottom. The man's blue shorts stuck out in a huge tent. He was side on to the camera which emphasised the bulge. The girl's face was red and twisted and her mouth wide open as she screamed. Even her upper chest was wet from her tears. Red welted strap marks could be seen covering the girl's flanks and curling through her inner thighs. Underneath the photo was the following text: "There is nothing better for a girl than to start her gym lesson with a good spanking. This prepares the child to be obedient for her sexual punishment and allows the tutor's penis to reach full erection." "No, Mummy! That's rude!" wailed Emma, pointing at the photo. "You'll have that done to you today, child! And more!" I barked. "Yes, Emma! You're going to learn how to be sexually punished so that daddy can do it to you!" her mother smiled at her. "No! Mummy!" Emma wailed, wringing her hands, "I don't want it! Don't let daddy! Please! I'll be really good!" "You're not being good now!" I reminded her, "Any more out of you and I shall spank that little bottom of yours right now!" Emma mewled prettily as the tears made their way down her cheeks. I couldn't wait to get at her large protruding bottom and start to redden it. "Would you like me to carry on?" I asked Irene. Her red face, short breaths and tiny involuntary wriggles in her chair told me how keen she was to see more. It seemed that Irene might even become one of my `inner circle' where, in return for certain disciplinary and sexual privileges with my little troop, Emma would handed over to me for whole weekends or longer. Yes, Irene looked like just that sort of Mum. "Oh yes, Mr M," she breathed heavily, "do carry on." I turned the page. The images that confronted mother and daughter were by far the most explicit yet. On the left-hand page was a group of three girls; the brown-haired girl from the previous pages, a younger fair-haired girl of about eight-years-old and an older ginger haired girl of about eleven-years-old. All three girls were naked. The photo showed them facing the camera in a line. Again it was an action shot and it appeared that the girls were doing bunny hops across the floor towards the camera. They were each in a slightly different phase of the bunny hop. The brown-haired girl was squatting with her legs wide apart. Her little pussy was open showing her tiny clit and vagina. The fair-haired girl seemed to the slightly higher in her squat than the brown-haired girl; whether she was rising up or lowering herself was difficult to tell. Her leg muscles were tight and her little pussy less open, although her red inner labia were clearly displayed. The ginger-haired girl was mid hop, stretched out with her feet off the ground. Again, like the little fair-haired girl, her pussy was only slightly open with the red inner lips showing. Behind them stood a man, as in the last photo his head and shoulders were not visible. The man was naked and had a large erection, his penis standing up with the purple helmet exposed. He held a cane which was swishing up behind the small fair-haired girl's bottom. It seemed likely that this was an encouragement for her to do a particularly enthusiastic bunny hop. All three girls were red-faced and howling, their mouths wide open and their faces soaked. Underneath the photo was the following text: "These girls are receiving spanking as part of their physical exercise. The tutor is now naked to ensure that his penis is available to begin sexual punishment. Your child's tutor will also be naked when punishing your child. This is a normal and acceptable part of your child's development programme." On the right-hand page was a photo of the ginger haired girl. She was naked with her legs spread almost 180° apart as she did the horizontal splits. The camera had been positioned near the floor shooting upwards. It captured the girl's vagina spread wide open, her dark pink interior exposed in intimate detail. Kneeling next to her was her naked tutor. He had his hands firmly on her shoulders, pushing her down to force her legs further apart. His penis was inserted a good two or three inches into the girl's mouth. The girl's eyes were wide open from the discomfort of her stretched leg muscles and the rude insertion of her tutor's penis. The photo captured a tear falling off her chin towards her chest. A long line of sticky drool dangled out of her mouth that was stretched around her tutor's insistent penis. Underneath the photo was the following text: "This girl is undergoing both physical exercise and sexual punishment. The oral stimulation of the tutor helps prepare his penis ready to administer more severe sexual punishment." As Irene saw the photos, her hand went to her mouth. "Oh my goodness! she exclaimed, as she wriggled in her seat. Emma's reaction was just as predictable. "No! Mummy! He can't do that! It's rude! I won't let him!" I grinned; It was time for me to give Emma her promised spanking. I pulled back my chair, grabbed her by her arm and pulled across my lap. She wailed with indignation and fear. I grabbed her hands that protectively covered her bum and pulled them up her back, locking her arms together with my left hand. Then I put my right leg over both of hers, grabbed the right leg-hole of her leotard and pulled it up so the material disappeared into her bum crack. I repeated the process with the left leg-hole. Her wobbling bare bum cheeks were presented to me. She was indeed an ideal child for spanking; her small cheeks were soft and full and looked able to take longest hardest spankings. I could detect multiple faint blue lines crossing her bottom, all with different angles. She'd clearly had a nice little caning, perhaps three days ago. "Mrs Jones," I smiled, "I wonder if you could pass me the hairbrush out of my desk drawer. I just need to warm your daughter's bottom for her." Irene couldn't have jumped up any quicker. She whipped the hairbrush out of the drawer and handed it to me. "Please proceed, Mr M!" she said, her face shining. I gratefully took the heavy wooden hairbrush off her. Emma would soon be obeying me as fervourently as all the other girls in my troop. After two minutes of hard hairbrush spanking, Emma was a very different little girl. There were no protests about it being dirty or her not allowing such things. Now she sang a very different song. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE! I'M SOREEEEEEEY! YOU CAN PUT IT IN MY MOUTH! YAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I'LL BE GOOD! YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" Her bottom was dark red and hugely swollen. It looked oddly comical framed by her leotard; that would be coming off soon enough! I saw Irene watching spellbound as her daughter was spanked; I had no doubt that her knickers were soaked and her pussy was driving her mad with its throbbing. I pulled the howling girl off my lap and let her caper about, grabbing and rubbing at her poor spanked bum. I could see some bruising from the heavy brush; it had been a good lesson. I grabbed her leotard and pulled it down her body. She obediently let me take it off until she was standing naked in front of us. She made no attempt to cover her pussy, instead her hands were energetically engaged behind her, feverishly rubbing at her red spanked bum. Emma was a quite delicious child in the nude. I could well see why her stepfather wished to use her. She looked like she was just on the verge of beginning to develop. Her nipples had that heaviness about them and their areola had grown larger and darker. Her pussy was chubby and the fat lips looked as though, after suitably long and miserably painful stretching sessions, they would be able to accommodate an adult penis. I took Emma by the ear and dragged the still hopping bottom-rubbing girl to stand with her face in the corner, taking her hands off her bottom and putting them firmly on her head. "Stand there Emma! I said firmly, "Do not take your hands off your head! If you can't behave yourself whilst adults are talking, then you should know what to expect!" I went and sat down at the desk with the pamphlet and was joined immediately by Irene, who seemed to be wriggling more than ever. I smiled at her and turned to the next pages. As I turned the page over and Irene saw the photos, her mouth opened wide. "Oh Mr M!" she said in a throaty voice, "I can see now how my husband needs to punish Emma!" On the left-hand page was a photo of a pair of asymmetric bars. The eleven-year-old ginger-haired girl was being lifted up by the tutor so she could grasp the lower of the two bars. Both the tutor and the girl were naked. The girl's bottom was heavily marked from a caning. The photograph was taken from about the level of the girl's knees. It showed the tutor lifting her with one arm around her body and the other supporting her bottom. The photo had captured how the tutor's middle finger was buried in the girl's anus and his index finger was deep in her pussy. The girl's red tearful face showed her pain and distress and having her tutor's fingers deep in her most private places. Underneath the photo was the following text: "This girl's anus and vagina are being penetrated to encourage improved performance. This is extremely uncomfortable for the child and will result, over time, in the increased width of her sexual orifices. On the right-hand page was a photo of the same asymmetrical bars. In this photo the original brown-haired girl was shown hanging by her arms from the lower bar. Almost half the length of the tutor's penis was embedded in her pussy. The child's small pussy seemed stretched to a quite unbelievable degree around the penis's large girth. The girl's mouth was open and her lips were pulled back over her teeth as she howled. Her face was bright red and the tears seemed to be flying off in all directions. Underneath the picture was the following text: "A child who does not perform will be punished. In addition to being spanked the insertion of an adult penis into a child sexual orifice is an excellent punishment. This will enhance the child's performance greatly." I turned to Irene. "You understand that Emma will receive punishments like this from me and your husband?" I queried. She looked back at me, her cheeks flushed bright red. "Oh yes! I can see now she needs them!" "There are further, stricter, punishments shown on the following pages. Would you like to see them?" I asked, "To ensure you understand what will happen to Emma." I explained, so she could gracefully accept. "Oh indeed, Mr M! It's only right I should see!" she enthused. I turned the page again. On the left-hand page the photograph showed the little eight-year-old fair-haired girl bending over with her face in her tutor's crotch. All but an inch of the tutor's cock was pushed down her throat. His hand held her hair in his fist as she was firmly pushed down onto his cock. The girl's eyes were wide open and tears flooded out of them. A long line of sticky drool bubbled out of the girl's mouth and strings of gloop hung out of her nostrils. Underneath the photo was the following text: "This girl has failed in her exercises. She is being sexually punished. Severe sexual punishment of your child, as illustrated here, will form a regular part of their training." On the right-hand page was a photo showing a line of four naked girls bent over touching their toes. The photo was taken from one side to the rear of the girls. The girls' faces were visible and fair-haired girl and ginger-haired girl were at the start of the line. After them in the line were two previously unseen girls; a tall thin mousy-haired girl of about ten-years-old and a short, slightly overweight, dark-haired girl of about nine-years-old. The view down the line of the girls' reluctantly presented bottoms was instructive as to how very different the bottoms and heights of girls at age can be; from full wobbly bums to tight compact mounds, with heights ranging by as much as one foot. The tutor was stood behind the fair-haired girl who was second in the line. He was thrashing her well presented bottom with a junior cane. The ginger haired girl who was first in the line appeared to be freshly caned, her bottom a red mass of crossing cane marks. The slight blurring of her bottom indicated that it was being waggled furiously in post-cane agony. The girl's red face and open mouth suggested she was still screaming. The fair-haired girl seemed equally distressed, although her bottom was less marked. It appeared that she still had some way to go before her strict tutor felt she had been suitably punished. The remaining two girls in the lines appeared to be crying energetically, no doubt fearful of their turn to come. Kneeling in front of the tutor was the brown-haired girl from previous photos. She held his cock and was sucking the end of it as he caned her friends. Her bottom had been thoroughly caned and it looked as though she might have originally been the first in the line. A string of drool dripped down off her chin as she sucked her tutor off. Underneath the photo was the following text: "Sexual punishments and spankings can be combined where the tutor is busy and has multiple girls to punish. Your child will be subject to group punishments such as this one." I turned over to the final page. The right-hand page was blank, as the first page of the pamphlet had been. On the left-hand page a photograph showed the nine-year-old brown-haired girl and her tutor naked together. The tutor was lying on the floor and the photo was taken at almost floor-level from between his slightly separated legs. The girl was squatting over his crotch, her legs widely separated and her hands on her head. The tutor's penis was completely inserted into her anus and the child was facing the camera, her mouth open wide and screaming. Underneath the photo was the following text: "This child is being sexually punished. The insertion of the adult penis into a child's anus is painful for the child. It is likely that the inserted penis will ejaculate in the child as a result of the friction. This is a perfectly normal result of the punishment and should not cause concern." I closed the pamphlet. Irene sat glassy-eyed, trying to suppress her wriggles. Her breathing was shallow and she had two red blush marks high on her cheeks. "Mrs Jones, "I began, "having had sexual punishment explained to you, are you happy for Emma to be sexually punished?" There was a tearful wail from Emma who was still standing naked in the corner crying with her red bottom on display. Her mother and I briefly glanced up at her and then ignored her. "I am indeed, Mr M. I'm only sorry that I didn't know about this sort of punishment before. I'm sure it will be very healthy for my husband also." "Indeed it will, Mrs Jones." I smiled, "And for you also. I would suggest you talk to your husband about you perhaps observing or assisting with some of Emma's punishments. Many parents find it a wonderful experience to share their child in this way." I saw the fire and lust flash into her eyes. "What a wonderful idea!" she exclaimed, "I must get involved in spanking and punishing Emma. Do you think my husband might agree, Mr M?" I smiled broadly at her. "Mrs Jones, let me reassure you, I think he'll bite your hand off if you make that offer." I watched her eyes as she thought of the exciting possibilities. A small trickle of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth. She immediately came to herself, pulled out a small delicate handkerchief and wiped it away. "Do forgive me!" she blushed, "I was quite overcome at the thought." "Not at all." I smiled, "I find that appropriate discipline of a child is both good for the child's behaviour and for the parents' marriage. Now, I understand you'd like Emma to join my gym club." "Oh, that would be wonderful!" she replied eagerly, "What date could she do that?" "Right now!" I answered. She looked at me nonplussed. "I have a class taking place right now, Mrs Jones. You can't hear anything because of the soundproofing. I can promise you that everything is very discreet!" She stared at me in complete surprise which quickly turned to eager anticipation. "You mean that Emma might be ready for my husband and I to, er, `try out' tonight?" I smiled at her little euphemism. "I shall try to teach Emma something useful today, but it will be very limited. Never-the-less, I'm sure it will be worth you asking her to show you both what she has learnt. I would say that in about six months she will be fully trained and able to take care of any `requirements' that your husband, or if indeed you, Mrs Jones, might have." "I shall look forward to that!" she smiled, nodding in agreement. "If you would like to return in an hour and a half, Mrs Jones, then Emma will be ready for collection. Please remember that she will be very sore and almost certainly tearful." I advised, knowing full well that `tearful' almost certainly meant `screaming her head off'. "Of course, Mr M." Irene smiled and started to leave. As she saw her mother preparing to leave her to her terrible fate, Emma ran out of the corner and flung her arms around her mother. "Boo hoo! Don't go, Mummy! Please! I'm scared! He's going to do bad things to me! Don't let him! Take me back! I'll be good for Daddy! I won't make a fuss next time he puts his finger in me! Pleeeeeeease!" Emma wept. Irene pushed her daughter away. The news that her husband had already fingered Emma seemed to make her quite annoyed with the girl. "You naughty, dirty, little girl!" she spat, "No wonder your Daddy wanted you to come here! I hope Mr M hurts you as much as he can! From now on you're going to get sexual punishments morning, noon and night! And lots more spankings too!" "Whaaaaaaaaa! Mummeeeeeeey! Nooooooooooo!" Emma wailed, distraught. I took hold of Emma and held her firmly as her mother left. As soon as the door closed behind her mother I grabbed her right ear and pulled her, wailing, towards the changing room. We went through the door from the office to the changing room. In the changing room there were benches with hooks above them for clothing. At the other end of the room was a door that led to the gym. It was now possible to hear very faint noises of activity going on in the gym. Without any ceremony or warning I pulled my shorts down and took them off. My erect cock sprang into view, sticking out in front of me, the skin beginning to peel back over the purple helmet. Emma wailed as she saw my erect adult penis. I wondered if she had not already been required to rub her father's during his exploration of her little holes. I took hold of Emma's ear again, opened the door to the gym and pulled her through. As I closed the door behind us, Emma's frightened wails increased in intensity as she took in the scene in front of us. The large room was painted white and brightly lit. It was a fully equipped school gymnasium, suitable in size for perhaps ten to fifteen children. There were climbing bars, asymmetrical bars, a balance beam, two gym horses, climbing ropes, floor mats, every bit of equipment a gym tutor might require. But Emma wasn't concentrating on how well equipped my little gym was, she was focused on the state of the four little girls who I was in the process of training. From one end of the room to the other, a line of floor mats had been laid. Three of the girls were engaged in running repeatedly from one end of the room to the other. They were completely naked, covered with sweat and their skin glowed red. They were desperately fatigued and stumbled as they ran, almost unable to coherently put one foot in front of the other. I guessed that each of them had already fallen over a number of times in my absence. All three of them were crying, both in pain as their muscles screamed at them to stop and in fear of the terrible punishments their bottoms would receive if they stopped before the allotted time. I checked the clock; another five minutes left for them to run; I doubted any of them would make it. "FASTER! FASTER!" I shouted, enjoying their wails as they pushed their aching muscles harder. I watched the three of them stumbling along the line of mats. There was little eight-year-old Angela; a `little star' for almost a year now. She was a blonde-haired little pixie with sharp facial features, a slim body and a compact bottom. The tightness of her little bottom hole and pussy made stretching them to the required size to fit her father's girth a painful scream-inducing activity. Her mother had started disciplining her when she was very young. Even as a toddler, Angela had been lifted screaming onto the changing mat, her nappy removed, a good coating of baby oil applied and then mummy's big wooden spoon went to work on her tiny bottom. When she was sent to me for training she was already no stranger to the cane and her anus had been subject to increasingly large enema nozzles. Angela was a quiet withdrawn child and it was a joy to watch her horrified embarrassment at being sexually disciplined in front of others. Next there was ten-year-old Portia. A less-slight child that Angela, Portia had what I call `tennis thighs'; big and muscular but with very little fat on them. To match this she had broad buttocks, large and firm, they could take a lot of thrashing; something her mother and I took full advantage of. Portia had a pretty open face with short brown hair. Her breasts had just started to develop and the tiny bee-stings stuck out on her chest. She had a slight moustache at the top of her slit that was otherwise hairless and smooth but had just starting to swell into a pubescent pout. Portia's father was away at sea for most of the year, leaving her in the care of her severe mother. Portia's mother loved to spank her daughter and did so relentlessly, seeking out other parents who were of a like mind to her so that she could publicly spank her daughter. In the absence of her husband for most of the year, Portia was used as a sexual substitute and spent most of the time that she wasn't being spanked with her face between her mother's legs. Portia had become a `little star' two years ago to be trained how to please her father. It turned out that her father was so delighted with this new sexual treat he was offered when at home that he insisted Portia remain a `little star' to keep her `in harness' whilst he was away. Her mother was delighted for Portia to continue with me; it was an ideal opportunity for her to meet the strictest parents and arrange for them to witness Portia's thrashings. Finally, still running along the mats from one end of the room to the other, was Bunty. Like Portia, Bunty was also ten-years-old. She had long black hair which was tied in plaits either side of her head. A slightly overweight shy little girl she had only been a `little star' for two months. I watched her stumble and almost fall; it wouldn't be long before she simply couldn't go on. She was crying loudly in desperation as she tried to keep going. Her bottom wobbled as she thudded over the mats. Another few months with me and that fat would be gone. She was a delight to punish; her soft bottom felt the cane or strap with devastating intensity and she soon dissolved into childish squealing and pleading for her spanking to stop. Her mother had lost her husband when Bunty was small and had come to rely on the generosity of two or three gentlemen that Bunty called `uncles' to keep her financially afloat. For the first years of Bunty's life her `uncles' were satisfied with watching the toddler being stripped naked and taken over her mother's lap for a long spanking with whichever implement they had chosen from Bunty's `little collection'. As the child grew older, her mother added more severe implements to the collection and new exciting diversions for her uncles, like `bath time enema giving' and `masturbation story time', where a huffy puffy little Bunty wriggled in their laps as `uncle's' hand went down the front of her pyjama bottoms or up the front of her nightie. Eventually her `uncles' became interested in her providing more grown-up activities after they had witnessed or administering one of her spankings. Already her mother had let me know that her `uncles' were delighted with Bunty's progress in my class and wanted to administer far more severe sexual discipline to her, something that I was delighted to support. There was one girl who was not running. Over to one side of the gym, next to the wall bars, was a child-sized leather gym horse with stout wooden legs. Mounted on one end of it, straddling it as if she were riding the horse, was Marion. She was bent over with her body flat against the horse, her arms encircling the body and her hands tied together underneath it. Behind each of her knees a thick brown leather restraint strap attached to a horse leg was tightly buckled. Her legs were stretched wide apart by the body of the horse exposing her pretty brown-ringed anus and small hairless pussy. Her labia were parted and her vagina was gaping open by almost half an inch. Lying on top of the horse in front of her face was a thick heavy brown leather spanking strap and a large tub of Vaseline. Marion was a tall skinny eleven-year-old who had a tight boyish bum. Her brown hair was cut short in a page-boy style. Due to a series of unfortunate events, Marion had been left with an elderly male relative a couple of years ago. Uncle Cedric was a retired headmaster of a private boys school. Confronted with a new slender doe-eyed `daughter', he immediately cut her hair short and dressed as a boy. At home Marion was required to wear a smart boys school uniform with tight grey shorts, a white shirt and tie, grey socks and black shoes. Unfortunately for Marion, Cedric had delighted in thrashing the little boys in his charge. He enjoyed nothing more than having them visit his study at night dressed in just their pyjamas with them crying with fear. He would spend hours whipping their bare little bottoms with all manner of implements until they would beg for `Sir' to put his big adult willy up their tiny bottom holes. Marion had been immediately introduced to life as Cedric's obedient personal schoolboy. She was constantly denuded so she could present her bare bottom to him to be thrashed and her tiny hole, previously reserved for pooing out of, to be painfully opened up and used by her excited uncle. In the last year or so Cedric had declined a little, and while he still immensely enjoyed whipping Marion's bottom and listening to her scream and plead with him, he had been less able to fully penetrate her anus. After consulting me, Cedric had found a new lease of life. Following her thrashings, Marion was now obliged to use her mouth and tongue to excite her uncle's wrinkled old anus and her throat to caress his tired partially-erect penis to orgasm. Marion was duly enrolled as a `little star' and, at her uncle Cedric's insistence, was given regular anal discipline from a hard fully-erect adult penis. As the other girls continued to run and stumble to and fro across the room I walked over to stand behind Marion. Emma tearfully followed me; her tiny sobs were very pretty and made my cock twitch. Marion's bottom was a swollen mass of thick livid bright red strap welts. Her bottom was shiny with a greasy sheen from where I'd plastered her cheeks with Vaseline prior to her strapping. The thick petroleum jelly had intensified the sting from the strap and made her bottom far more liable to blistering. Marion had mewled miserably as my finger had entered her anus coated with the petroleum gel. She knew that this nasty adult intrusion was only to prepare for the rough anal sex that would follow. Her quiet weeping increased to a wailing crescendo as she watched me approaching with my hard cock bouncing about in front of me. I reached out and traced my fingers over her slippery bumpy bottom cheeks, feeling the thick welts that stuck out proud of her bottom. She wriggled and wailed as she felt me and her head craned round so that her red tearful face was looking back over her shoulder at me. "Boo hoo! Please! No more, Sir!" she wept. I picked up the strap. "Don't be silly, Marion!" I chided, "We had only just started! Why, there aren't even any blisters on this little bottom of yours yet!" "Whaaaaaaaa! Please, Sir!" she wept, "Please don't blister me! Use my b...bottom instead!" I smiled down at her. "Oh, I will Marion, I will. But much later!" There was a thudding noise as a little body hit the gym mats. I turned round. Angela's legs had finally given out and she had collapsed. I watched her trying to struggle to her feet as the other girls did their best to avoid her and carry on running. "Come here child! Now!" I commanded. Weeping with fear, Angela struggled up onto her little legs and stumbled over to me. "Did I tell you to stop running, Angela?" I enquired. "Boo hoo! No, Sir!" she wept, her hands moving to cover her bottom. "I'm going to give you such a caning, you lazy child!" I promised. Angela wailed miserably, her hands clutching her poor soon-to-be-caned bottom cheeks. "Angela, kiss my willy while I finish off Marion's strapping!" I instructed. Angela fell to her knees and took hold of the base of my cock, moving the thick purple end to her mouth. I watched her mouth open wide and her lips slip over the ridge of my helmet. I sighed contentedly as the hot wet softness of her mouth surround the sensitive end of my penis. Her tongue began to flick repeatedly at the underside of my helmet ridge where my foreskin joined the base of my pee-slit. I leant forward and picked up the strap. Marian began to struggle in her restraint straps as she saw me lifting the strap up behind my shoulder. "Whaaaaaaaaa! Pleeeeease! No more strap!" she wailed, her pleading eyes looking at me desperately. THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! I began a good vigorous strapping of Marion's tight little bum cheeks. The already red welted skin was immediately reignited by the strap. She began to yelp and howl mournfully as Angela's lips noisily rubbed back and forth over my helmet ridge. THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! I happily strapped away at the shrieking eleven-year-olds bottom cheeks, making sure that they would be nicely bruised and painful to sit on for days to come. My cock enjoyed itself in Angela's mouth as she reluctantly pleasured me. I began to strap Marion more intimately, working the stinging tails of the strap between her legs and bottom cheeks. THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! "YAAAAAAAAAH! NOOOOOOOO! I'LL BE GOOD!" she screamed, her little anus and pussy winking open and closed with pain as I strapped them. THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! FORGIVE ME! I'LL BE GOOD FOR UNCLE! YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! HIS WILLY IN MY THROAT! AAAAAAAAAAH! WHEN HE WANTS TO! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! "NYAAAAAAAA! SIR STOP! PLEEEEEEEEEEASE! I'LL BE SICK FOR UNCLE! EEEEEEEEEEEE! HIS WILLY ALL THE WAY DOWN! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I stopped the strapping and turned around just in time to see Portia and Bunty collide into each other on the mats. They had both been so engrossed in fearfully observing their friend's vigorous thrashing that they hadn't seen each other. They both sprawled on the mats wailing with shock at the impact and the realisation that their bottoms would be severely punished. I pulled my penis out of Angela's mouth and went to stand on the mats, dragging Emma along with me by her painfully stretched ear. Angela miserably followed, her bottom wriggling fearfully at the thought of the cane. "Portia and Bunty, get up and come here!" I commanded. The two ten-year-olds got up on shaky legs and wobbled over to where I was standing. "Girls," I announced, "this is Emma. Emma is going to be a `little star' just like you. Her mummy has heard all about sexual punishment and has decided that Emma must have as much of it as possible. Her daddy will be sexually punishing her every night at home, just like your parents and guardians do to you. And now I'm going to cane all of you! Bunty, get my biggest cane! All of you, line up and touch your toes! Stick those bottoms out! Emma, you get in line too! I'm going to cane you first so everyone can see what a baby you are!" Emma's chest and cheeks went bright red and the tears cascaded down her face. She wasn't used to being spanked in front of others and the idea of humiliating herself with her babyish yowls and tearful pleading filled her with dread. "P...Please, Sir!" she wept, her tearful eyes looking at me beseechingly, "C...Cane me in private! Please! I'll be good! I'll stick my bum out an' everything!" "Bend over, Emma! Touch your toes and stick that bottom out!" I said firmly. The sobbing little girl did as she was told and her luscious big cheeked bottom was presented to me. I reached forward and pulled the cheeks apart so I could admire her tiny anus and the rear of her puffy labia. "Ooooo, Sir!" she wailed as I parted her cheeks. She had a most lovely bottom hole; dark and deep set between her cheeks, the puckered skin around it closed tight with just a hint of pink at its centre. It would look very different in six months time when it had been repeatedly stretched to accommodate her father and myself and all manner of objects that I would be putting up there. I released her cheeks and stood back. Bunty was standing holding the three-foot senior girls' cane that I had sent her for. She was crying almost hysterically; Bunty hated having her bottom caned and the senior girls' cane was the worst of all. "Boo hoo! P...Please, Sir! I brought you the c...cane!" she wept. I took it off her. "Thank you, Bunty!" I smiled, "Go and bend over at the end of the line. It will be your turn soon!" "Bwaaaaaaaaaah!" Bunty wailed, stumbling to the end of the line where she bent over and stuck out her bottom. I stood back to admire the line of four little bottoms that were presented to me. There was only a year or so between them, but their bottoms were all so very different. From the lush cheeks of Emma to the tight little bottom of Angela, there was every variation of height, width and weight on show. I flexed the cane between my hands and swished it through the air. All four of the girls jumped at the swishing sound and the level of crying increased. I lined up the cane against Emma's bottom. I knew from discreet enquiries that she had only ever had the junior came before. This was going to sting her bottom considerably more! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! The cane whipped into Emma's bottom and there was a most satisfying judder as it impacted on her cheeks. A thin white line appeared where it had landed. Emma fought for breath, struggling to draw air into her lungs as a strange gurgle left her lips. Then she screamed, her hands coming up to her bottom, grabbing at the now reddening mark. She stood upright and began to caper about rubbing furiously at the white hot cane mark. "YAAAAAAAAAH! IT HURTS!" she howled, dancing about. I shook my head at her pathetic performance. "Portia," I said, "go and bring the spanking chair over here. You and Bunty will have to hold Emma over it while I cane her. She's such a baby, isn't she?" Portia immediately stood up and went over to a stout heavy straight-backed chair which she dragged over to me. I grabbed Emma and bent her over the back of it. Portia and Bunty grabbed Emma's hands and held on tightly. Angela stood up and moved out of the way. "Don't let go, girls!" I warned, "Or you'll get all her strokes!" I saw Portia and Bunty tighten their grip. "Well, Emma!" I smiled, "Let's see how your bottom likes a proper caning!" "NO! NO! NOOOOOOO!" she wailed. THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! Emma screamed and her legs kicked up into the air. She had both feet off the ground and was kicking madly as Portia and Bunty held onto her wrists for dear life. "YEEEEEEEEEIGH! YEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" she shrieked. There were some nice lines across Emma's bottom now. A really strict caning was just what she needed. Something she would feel every time she sat down for a week. Something that would make her beg her daddy not to send her back again as she pulled the front of her pyjama trousers down to let him play with her little pussy and rubbed his willy for him. There would be no better way of making sure her father was all too keen to send her back for even more advanced punishment. And when she came back she would remember just what the senior girls' cane could do to her bottom and would tearfully comply with the most painful sexual punishments that I would begin to administer. THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! NOOOOOOOOOO! I'LL BE GOOD! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she shrieked. THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! Her bottom was becoming well marked and swollen now, the welts starting to cross each other and form a scalding mass on her cheeks. THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! "EEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOO!" THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! The two plump firm cheeks were a scarlet ridged mess of thick purple crossing cane marks and Emma's unearthly screams hurt my ears. I signalled to Portia and Bunty to let her go. As Emma was dropped and her feet hit the ground she bounced up and began to jump and scream in a crazy hopping bounding trot. "YEEEEEEEEEIGH! EEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAA!" she screeched as she pulled at her cheeks. My cock twitched; her first does of the senior girls' cane had taught her a lesson she would never forget. When she came back next week her bottom would still have marks from this week's caning on it. It would only take a few strokes of the cane then and she would soon decide that obediently gagging on my adult penis was a better option. "Your turn girls!" I said, pointing with the end of the cane to the place on the floor where they had been lined up. All three girls were crying openly. Watching Emma's bottom being so thoroughly thrashed and her hysterical reaction had completely unnerved them. They shakily got into line and bent over until they were touching their toes. Three wonderful little bottoms were presented to me again, wobbling slightly as their little owners shook with sobs. "Boo hoo! Please Sir!" wept Angela, the youngest of the three, "Please don't use the big cane on me! I'll suck your willy for you! Boo hoo! Please!" The other girls eagerly joined in. "Don't cane me either! Boo hoo!" sobbed Bunty, "You can put your willy in my wee-hole! Deep in!" "Boo hoo! And you can use my bummy hole!" promised Portia, wriggling her bottom to show the little hole in question off to me. I flexed the cane between my hands. "I'm sure we will do all those things together, girls!" I smiled, "But now your little bottoms need the cane! Hold on tightly to your ankles. This is going to hurt and I don't want any hands getting in the way!" The there was a collective wail of fear from the girls as I lined the cane up behind Angela. THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! The thin white lines on her bottom from the cane immediately started to colour and swell. Angela shrieked and her bottom bobbed up and down as her knees flexed. THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAH!" she squealed, "SIR! MUMMY! STOOOOOP!" I smiled; it wasn't unusual whilst receiving the most severe parts of their spankings for little girls to get me confused with the parent who usually punished them. I moved on to Portia, who was mewling loudly. "Boo hoo! P...Please Sir! Use my bummy hole!" she wept and her hands slipped up the backs of her legs until they rested on her bottom cheeks which she lewdly pulled apart, "You can put your willy all the way in! Please! I don't want the cane!" Portia's anus was particularly delightful and looking at her tiny dark starfish displayed so invitingly was certainly tempting, but her bottom needed the cane. "Not this time, Portia." I said, "Maybe next week. Take your hands away and get your bottom ready!" Portia wailed and her bottom was duly presented for the cane. THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! "YAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAH!" she howled, her pretty bottom waggling about as her legs twisted. THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOO! SIR!" she squealed, "NO MORE! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" Finally it was Bunty's turn. The miserable girl was weeping loudly and her bottom cheeks shook invitingly. Her three fellow `little stars' were howling in her ears as the welts swelled up on their cane spanked bottoms. She looked back around her legs at me. "Boo hoo! Let me please your willy, Sir! I'll do anything you want! You can put it anywhere! Boo hoo! Please let me be good for you! I'll make it feel so nice!" Bunty was a very enticing girl and her pussy and anus were waved in my face to emphasise her compliance. I laid the came across her bottom and she wailed. "Stick it out, Bunty! Your turn now!" I said. The little bottom was obediently pushed another inch or so out by Bunty, who was weeping piteously now that she knew there was no escape for her little bum. THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" Bunty screamed. Bunty's screams were quite piecing and her legs stamped up and down, providing me with a most entertaining display of bottom jiggling. THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she howled and stumbled about, her hands still holding onto her ankles as she moved sideways like a crab. "Back in the position, Bunty!" I commanded, "Those ones don't count because you moved!" "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! PLEASE SIR!" she howled, "I'LL KISS YOUR BUMMY HOLE! YOU CAN PUT YOUR WILLY IN ME! DON'T CANE ME NO MORE! I CAN'T TAKE IT!" "Bunty, you have such a lovely bottom for caning!" I smiled, "I'm sure all your Uncles enjoy watching you being thrashed! Now get that bottom stuck out and don't move this time!" Howling with the pain in her bottom and from the dreadful knowledge that there was more to come, Bunty moved back to her position and stuck her bottom out. THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! "YAAAAAAAAAAH! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" Bunty's screams echoed around the gym as the little girl's bottom waved about madly. Her holes flashed at me, almost as if she were consciously trying to entice me to use them rather than cane her anymore. I stood back to admire the three caned little bottoms in front of me. "You may rub now!" I intoned. Three pairs of hands jumped up to their little owners' lumpy red welted backsides and began to grab and paw at their scalded cheeks. Three pairs of buttocks were opened up to show me their little pussies and anuses. My cock jerked and dripped pre-cum at one of the sights that I found the most exciting. I crossed over to where Marion lay astride the child-sized gym horse and held the cane across her bruised welted bottom. "It's your turn for the cane now, Marian!" I smiled, "How many do you think I should give you? After all, you are the eldest!" Her red tear-soaked face turned back over her shoulder to look at me; there was panic in her eyes. "Oh no! Sir! Please don't! My bottom hurts so much! You've spanked it enough! I'll be good now! I'll do whatever you want! Don't cane me on top of the strap! Please...please...please! My bummy's all ready for you now! Stick your willy up it! Do it hard! Don't give me the cane! I'll be good!" I looked over at Emma, who was mewling as she nursed her purple blistered bottom. This would be a good lesson for her. "Emma!" I said, "Come over here! I want you to watch how sexual punishments are done." Emma fearfully ran over to where I was. The severe caning has dramatically improved her attitude. I turned back to Marion. "I think you need a few with the cane, just to remind you to be good, Marion!" I teased. "Oh no! No! Please!" she begged. "Let's say six!" I smiled, "And if you're not good after that, then I can always give you plenty more!" As Marion desperately babbled her pleas not to be caned, I lined the cane up across her welted cheeks. THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOO! IT HURTS!" Marion howled and her little bottom bounced up and down on the horse, as much as her restrained legs would let it. I mounted the horse in front of Marion so my bottom was in her face. Due to the small size of the horse, my feet were still on the ground. I bent forward so my hairy bum crack was presented to her. I looked up at Emma. "Emma, I want you to use your hands to pull my bottom cheeks apart. Marion is going to show you how to kiss and lick an adult's bottom hole." Desperate to show she was being good, Emma stepped forward and her inexperienced hands touched my bottom and pulled it open. I felt the cold air on my anus. "Show me how much you don't want any more cane, Marion!" I said. I felt her hot breath on my anus as Marion pushed her face up between my bottom cheeks. Then her hot tongue touched my hole. It began to gently twirl and wriggle into the opening until it was almost an inch up me. I felt her hot wet lips close around the sensitive skin surrounding my wrinkled bum hole. The loud slurping and licking sounds started as Marion began to eat me in earnest. Her lips mashed against my hole and her tongue probed and circled the pink mucous membrane of my anus. My cock dripped obscenely as she serviced my bottom. "Bunty!" I called, "Come here and suck my willy! Show me how it goes down your throat!" "Can you see, Emma?" I asked, "Can you see how sexual punishment works? Your daddy is going to want to do this every day! Watch how Bunty gets her throat gets punished!" Bunty miserably appeared and began to work her head between my bent body and the top of the horse so she could get her mouth onto my cock. I felt her soft lips sliding down my helmet. Her tongue started to flick at my glans and the stretched skin below the helmet ridge. Her lips slipped up and down over the ridge. I reached down with my hand and put it on the top of the head. "Get it in your throat, Bunty!" I commanded, "Don't you dare be sick, or you'll have to stay with me for another weekend!" There was a wail of fear from Bunty at the idea of another weekend spent with me administering thrashing after thrashing and the most intimately painful punishments to her. I felt her hot tight throat sliding over my helmet and down my cock. "GAAAAAAAAK! URP! GURRRRRRRRK!" Bunty's throat rubbed up and down my cock and her drool dribbled out of her mouth in long sticky streams as my cock enjoyed her throat. "See how it's done, Emma!" I groaned, "Bunty is being sexually punished now! Your daddy's going to enjoy doing this to you!" I pulled Bunty away from me and climbed off the horse. Marion's copious saliva made my bottom cheeks slide together in a very delightful way. I went and stood behind Marion, my cock resting between her bottom cheeks. "What happens now, Marion?" I asked. "Boo hoo! Boo hoo!" the miserable child wept, "You're going to stick your willy up my bottom hole, Sir! Boo hoo!" "Emma, come here! I want you to see what happens!" I instructed, "Bunty, come and hold my willy so it can go in Marion's bottom hole!" Still coughing and crying, the slime dripping off her chin onto her chest, Bunty came and held the base of my cock firmly and positioned the tip of it against Marion's tiny anus. "Emma, this is what happens to naughty little girls who need to be sexually punished!" I said and thrust my cock up Marion's Vaseline lubricated bottom. Years of training by her strict uncle had left Marion with an anus capable of receiving a large adult penis. But it was no less painful for her than any other child. Four inches of my cock rammed up her and Marion screamed at my rude entry to her private hole. "YAAAAAAAAAAAH! IT HURTS!" she shrieked, "NOT HARD! PLEASE SIR! NOT HARD!" I paid no attention to Marion's begging and pushed my remaining two inches up her. I turned to Emma who had one hand covering her face as she looked at my cock massively stretching the tiny bottom hole. "This is what's going to happen to you, Emma!" I smiled at her; then I pulled my cock out of the hole until only the head was left in and then slammed it back up. Frrrrrrrrp! A windy noise came from Marion's bottom as the air escaped around my cock. It was all but drowned out by Marion's squeal as her bottom was filled again. Frrrrrrrrp! Frrrrrrrrp! Frrrrrrrrp! Frrrrrrrrp! Frrrrrrrrp! My cock pistoned in and out of her little bottom hole as Marion told all the other `little stars' how much she was being hurt. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOO! TOO HARD! SIR! NOT HARD! NOT LIKE THAT! IT HURTS! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! STOP! PLEEEEEEEEASE! OWWWWWIE! MY BUMMEEEEEEEEY!" Frrrrrrrrp! Frrrrrrrrp! Frrrrrrrrp! Frrrrrrrrp! Frrrrrrrrp! My thrusts were getting faster now and I could feel my orgasm building. Marion's little bottom gripped my cock tightly and I could feel her bottom spasmodically clenching on me as the soft fleshy friction drove my sensitive cock-end towards orgasm. I pumped even harder into her and her begging became more frantic. Frrrrrrrrp! Frrrrrrrrp! Frrrrrrrrp! Frrrrrrrrp! Frrrrrrrrp! "YAAAAAAAAAAAH! EEEEEEEEEEEEE! NOT HARD! NOT FAST! WHAAAAAAAAAA! IT HURTS! PLEASE STOP! SIR! ANYTHING! NOOOOOOOOOOO! ANYTHING! WHAAAAAAAAAA!" Frrrrrrrrp! Frrrrrrrrp! Frrrrrrrrp! Frrrrrrrrp! Frrrrrrrrp! My body tightened and my cock began to spurt jets of sperm up her as I groaned with pleasure. I let her poor sore anus milk the last drops of cum out of me as I ground into her. Then I pulled out. Her anus gaped and white globs of sperm dribbled out. Emma was making strange high-pitched wailing noises as she saw how she was going to be sexually punished. I absentmindedly put my hand on her pussy and slipped my index finger between the soft smooth lips finding her little vagina. My finger wormed its way up into the soft tight little tunnel as she wailed. "Soon be your turn, Emma!" I grinned, and my cock jerked in agreement. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact. The two are very different.Old Hand, Part 2