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SISTERS UNDER THE SKIN (M/gg, nc, spank, pedo, oral, anal)
   The rooms downstairs where the family lived were plush and
well-decorated.  Up in the attics, where the servants were accommodated,
was different; bare wood, draughty windows and plain furniture was the
order of the day.  There was no heating in the house, save for the coal
fires that burned in the grates of the family's rooms and the large cooking
range in the kitchen.  It was freezing up in the attic and ten-year-old
skivvy Jemima was curled up in her cot with a thin blanket over her.  She
was shaking and small tears leaked out of her eyes, hot on her skin when
they emerged, cold by the time they dripped off her face.  Jemima was a
slim girl with short fair hair.  She was fed adequately and the hard work
she did meant her small body was well-toned.  She had long legs, wide hips
and a small fleshy bottom that stuck out causing a discernible bump in any
shift or pinafore she wore.  Right now she was wearing a
humiliatingly-short white cotton nightshift that barely came down to her
crotch and left her long white legs completely naked.  The cold wasn't any
stranger to Jemima; her shaking and tears were reserved for her forthcoming
terrifying trip downstairs to her employer's study for a stern whipping on
her ten-year-old little bottom.
   Jemima had been in service at Mr Bultitude's house for almost two years
since she had been kicked out of the orphanage.  She had no idea what had
happened and why she'd been kicked out, but one day she had been thrown
outside the gates and told she'd been bad.  After almost an hour, when she
was soaked through and shivering, a carriage had stopped and Mr Bultitude,
as an act of great charity, had offered her the lowest position in his
household as a skivvy.  In the coach on the way back to the house, Mr
Bultitude had raised her skirts until she was quite bare and touched and
played with her private parts.  He had even made her hold her own skirts up
so he could play with her more intimately.  Jemima haven't resisted, she
had nowhere else to go, nothing to eat and would surely freeze to death
within a day.
   Mr Bultitude seemed like a huge man to Jemima.  He was big and fat with
a large tummy.  He had huge whiskers, a big mouth and his eyes seemed to
turn you to stone when they looked at you.  Jemima soon found out that Mr
Bultitude ruled his house with a rod of iron.  There was Cook, Nanny and
the Head Housekeeper, Mrs Meakin, who were the only other adults in the
house.  Apart from them, the house seemed to be staffed entirely by girls,
none of whom were older than fourteen.  It appeared Mrs Bultitude had
passed away in childbirth leaving Mr Bultitude with one daughter, Eleanor,
a small soulful ten-year-old with black hair, large brown eyes, chubby
thighs and large soft buttocks, that were said to come from her mother. 
All the younger girls in the house, including his daughter, were under Mr
Bultitude's stern disciplinary care.
   Jemima strained her ears to hear, but she couldn't hear anything; the
study was too far away.  She knew that Mr Bultitude would have likely
started his evenings' work by now and already there would be some young
girl in the study screaming at the top of her lungs.  Jemima gave a stifled
sob as she imagined Mr Bultitude thrashed her naked bottom cheeks that she
would be compliantly presenting to him in some humiliatingly explicit
position, and then there would be the sex.  Mr Bultitude liked sex with
compliant little girls after he'd finished whipping their little bottoms.
Jemima could now barely remember a time when she wasn't having Mr
Bultitude's big scary adult willy put in her different body holes, or
walking round with a welted bruised bottom and sore little orifices that
had been stretched and rubbed red-raw by a big excited hard fleshy willy.
   Mr Bultitude would get himself more and more excited as he thrashed girl
after girl until the very last girl to see him that evening would get the
most extreme thrashing and painfully vigorous sex punishments.  It had only
been a small plate, but at the moment it fell from her soapy hands as she'd
been washing up and had smashed on the floor, the whole kitchen had gone
quiet.  Jemima had started to cry; she knew that she would be barely able
to walk when Mr Bultitude had finished with her.
   o-------------------------------------------------o
   A coal fire hissed and popped in a small grate in the corner of the
nursery.  It didn't stop Eleanor from shaking as she stood naked in the
corner with her hands on her head.  At any moment her horrible Nanny, Mrs
Renton, would be coming to get her.  Mrs Renton had got her in so much
trouble today; she'd been set stupid mathematics tests that she couldn't do
and Mrs Renton had taken her to her father to play her dreadful pianoforte
pieces for him.  Eleanor's bottom had tingling and wriggled at each wrong
note as her strict father and Nanny had looked on, tutting at her lack of
skill.  But worst of all, Mrs Renton had invited her father to join them
for Eleanor's late afternoon bath time.
   Eleanor had been stood naked, sobbing with her hands on her head, as Mrs
Renton had prepared the long shiny steel tubes that would be passed into
Eleanor's tiny holes to clean her insides.  The burning enemas and vaginal
douches she received seemed a speciality of this awful woman.  Her father
was sitting in a big chair in the corner of the bathroom watching.  She
could see the big straining lump in his trousers where his willy had
already gone hard.  Her father had patted his lap and beckoned to her.
   "Sit here, child, while Nanny prepares for you!" he had commanded.
   Eleanor had swallowed hard as her wobbly legs carried her over to him.
She had climbed up to sit in his lap and had carefully positioning herself
so that his lump fitted into the crack between her bottom cheeks.  Her
father had appreciatively rubbed his trouser-covered willy along the length
of her bottom crack.  His hand had started to slip up Eleanor's inner thigh
and she had wept quietly and as she obediently parted her legs for his
humiliating inspection.
   "Wider please, Eleanor!" he'd ordered.
   Eleanor had drawn her feet up and put her heels on his knees and flopped
her legs apart so poor little holes was totally exposed.  Her father's fat
long middle finger started to explore her wee-hole and she mewled as it
entered her body.  Mrs Renton had smiled encouragingly at her father's
activities as she continued smearing petroleum gel all over the long
insertion tubes.
   "You have been most disobedient today, Eleanor!" her father had said,
and Eleanor had felt his willy twitching in her bottom crack, "I'm
surprised to see that your bottom is still unmarked!  Surely Nanny has many
canes and straps at her disposal!"
   Mrs Renton had looked up from her task, still smiling.
   "Indeed I do, Sir!" she smiled, "You are most generous in your
allowances for Eleanor's disciplinary equipment.  But I'm afraid that today
she has been so naughty that only a punishment from yourself will suffice!"
   Eleanor hiccuped back a sob at the appalling prospect of a strict
intimate punishment from her father.  As she did so, her father wriggled
his finger painfully deep in her wee-hole making her inadvertently wriggle
her bottom crack madly over his hard lump.
   "I think her bottom needs a little spank now!" he had announced.
   Eleanor had wailed as she was twisted round in her father's lap and
found herself being bent over, her upper body hanging over one side his
lap, her kicking legs over the over and her bottom pushed up under her
father's direct gaze.  Big adult hands took hold of her bottom cheeks and
parted them.  Eleanor felt the cold air on her hot anus; she wept miserably
as her father's finger explored that private hole too.
   The finger was withdrawn and her father gave her bottom cheeks a
perfunctory rub.
   "Keep it still now, child!" her father had ordered, "I'm going to redden
this part of you!"
   "Please, Father!  No!" Eleanor had wept, but the big hand had crashed
down before she'd even begun to plead with him.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   Hard stinging spanks had landed and Eleanor soon forgot her father's
order to stay still.  She had bounced and wriggled over her father's lap,
the big lump in his trousers no doubt enjoying being rubbed and massaged by
her involuntary movements.
   Soon Eleanor was howling and her bottom had reached a bright blazing
redness.  Her father had lifted her off his lap and begun to unbutton his
trousers.  Eleanor had jumped about grabbing her bottom and wailing.  Mrs
Renton had come forward to help and soon had her father's enormous adult
willy in her hand.
   "Eleanor, come here and suck daddy!" Nanny had instructed.
   Poor Eleanor had had to bend over and take the end of the big hot slimy
sticky adult willy into her mouth and make lots of noise as she sucked and
licked it like an eager little puppy dog, something Nanny and had trained
her to do from a very early age.  Her father had groaned and enjoyed her
oral attentions for a few minutes.  Then Eleanor had been stood in the bath
and her Nanny had picked up the first of the stainless steel tubes.  Nanny
had smiled wickedly at her.  Nanny loved to hurt her in this humiliating
way.
   Nanny had turned a on a tap and steaming water had spurted out of the
end of the tube.  It was time for Eleanor's strict vaginal douching.
   Eleanor had screamed relentlessly as the tube had been passed into her
vagina and vigorously agitated to "make sure that she was really clean down
there".  Then the tubes had been swapped and the long scary enema tube had
been inserted, inch by painful inch, into her rectum.  The hot water had
made Eleanor shriek as her rectum and lower bowels were washed out until,
as Nanny happily put it, "there wasn't a cleaner bottom in the country"!
   Her father, meanwhile, had removed his trousers and undergarments and
was standing close-by enjoying her howls and shrieking pleas as her strict
Nanny thoroughly cleaned her out.  His long hard willy had peeled back at
the end and the sticky purple helmet with the little slit on it was oozing
clear sticky stuff.  Seeing that had only made Eleanor wail even more; when
her father's thing went like that, he always hurt her with so badly with
it! Nanny wasn't helping; she had taken hold of her father's willy and was
rubbing it briskly as she explained how much deeper the tube had to go into
Eleanor bottom.  By the time Eleanor was lifted from her bath, wailing and
shaking from her ordeal, her father was ready for hard punishment sex with
his snivelling little daughter.
   Eleanor had been marched by Nanny into the nursery and her father had
sat on a low chair with his legs spread.  Eleanor had been made to bend
over, touching her toes, in front of her father so Nanny could put cold
slippery petroleum gel up her bottom hole.  Her father's face had been no
more than a foot away from her anus as Nanny's fingers slipped and
slithered deep in her hole, flashing the tiny thing open to her father,
making his willy jump and jerk like a puppet.
   Eleanor had then been made to sit in her father's lap.  Only it wasn't
really sitting in his lap, it was having his long hard willy pushed all the
way up her bottom as she howled and begged for him not to.  Then Eleanor
had to `ride the horse', as Nanny called the awful operation of moving her
bottom up and down so her father's willy went in and out of her bottom
hole. Nanny had a horrible way of making her do it.  She would have a thin
little stick in her hand and Eleanor had to spread her legs.  Then Nanny
would smack the stick on Eleanor's poor little wee-hole in time to the
movements of Eleanor's bottom hole on her father's willy.  Before long, the
smacks were quickening and getting harder and Eleanor was squealing as she
worked her bottom at a frantic pace on the father's willy.  She screamed as
her labia was being covered by thick welts from the nasty stick.  It seemed
to go on forever, until her father moaned and Eleanor felt his willy
twitching rhythmically inside her bottom and the hot stuff coming out
inside her.  Nanny's smacks on her red inflamed wee-hole lips slowed down
and for a few minutes Eleanor had to carry on using her bottom to milk the
last few drops out of her father's softening willy.
   Eventually her father had signalled to Nanny to take her off him.  As
usual her father had been most complimentary to Nanny afterwards.  Eleanor
had wept pitifully as she listened to the adults talking.
   "Why, thank you, Mrs Renton." her father had smiled, "I can see that
you're doing an excellent job with Eleanor's discipline and cleanliness.  I
shall certainly be considering your request for a wage rise most
favourably."
   Mrs Renton had been delighted.
   "Oh, thank you, Sir!  I'm afraid a girl like Eleanor needs the strictest
discipline!  Perhaps you have had the opportunity to review my request for
additional equipment?"
   "Indeed I have!" her father had responded, "And I shall be ordering it
immediately!  As Eleanor grows, it's excellent foresight on your part to
have suitable equipment ready to restrain her in the most appropriate
positions for her punishments.  And more specialist equipment for her, how
shall we put it, continued `intimate development'!"
   The two adults had laughed uproariously and Eleanor's bottom hole,
vagina and throat had clenched tight.  Nanny's `intimate development'
sessions, always attended by a huge naked excited father, were simply
mind-blowing in their pain and humiliation.
   "I'm sorry to hear that Eleanor has been so naughty for you today?" her
father had said with a questioning tone in his voice.
   "Indeed, Sir." Nanny had confirmed, "Very very naughty!  I'm afraid she
needs your attention tonight!"
   Her father had nodded solemnly.
   I shall be seeing a number of the house-girls tonight.  Please send her
down to me."
   Eleanor had wailed miserably, her tears streaming down her face.  Her
father's huge collection of canes, straps and brushes was legendary in the
household.  Last time she'd been sent to see him in his study, she hadn't
been able to walk properly for days afterwards.  Some of the elder girls
would limp about the house for weeks after her father had attended to them.
   o-------------------------------------------------o
   The coal fire continued hissing and crackling, casting orange and yellow
shadows that danced on the walls of the room.  Eleanor heard the door to
the nursery opening and Nanny entered.  Nanny's eyes looked up at the
clock; it was almost 8 o'clock.  Eleanor's tears came faster; soon she
would be making her way downstairs and then; she shut her eyes as she tried
not to imagine the terrible bottom pain.
   Behind her she heard the top of a jar of petroleum gel being unscrewed.
Nanny was going to make her holes slippery, ready for daddy.
   "Please, Nanny!  Don't!" Eleanor wept as she heard the woman kneel
behind her.
   Long bony fingers parted Eleanor's buttocks and began their deep
journeys into her bottom and pussy.  Eleanor squeaked and wriggled, earning
herself many-a-hard-smack on her bottom and thighs, as her holes were
lubricated.  Finally, Mrs Renton turned Eleanor around so her nose wasn't
stuck in the corner.  As Eleanor saw what had been laid out on the table,
her legs almost gave way under her.
   There were two tall conical white hats, both with a large `D' inscribed
on them; `dunces caps'.  For some reason, the sight of a naked little girl
wearing a dunce's cap had an extraordinary effect on her father.  His
punishments would be terrifyingly severe and his intimate demands more
depraved and degrading than ever.  The fact that there were two dunces'
caps could only mean one thing; Nanny anticipated her thoughts.
   "Go upstairs and give one to your little friend!" she said coldly, "Then
take her down to your father with you!"
   It was the final straw.  A thin smile passed across Nanny's lips as
Eleanor broke down in uncontrollable sobs.  Her only little friend in the
house, both of them having to watch each other getting spanked and
screaming as their bottoms were thrashed to a pulp and then, afterwards,
hours of seeing each other wailing with pain and humiliation as they both
desperately sought to use their bodies to assuage her father's huge sexual
appetite.
   As Eleanor had miserably left the nursery to begin her climb to the
attic, from somewhere far below, Eleanor heard the faint sound of a young
voice roaring with pain; her father's daily punishment session had begun.
   o-------------------------------------------------o
   Jemima's heart pounded as she heard a pair of small soft feet climbing
the creaky stairs up to the attic.  She hoped it was some girl returning
from her punishment, but she couldn't hear the howling that always
accompanied a well-whipped girl in the Bultitude house.  Usually Mrs
Meakin, the head housekeeper, would collect the very youngest girls, as
they had a tendency to try and hide, fearful of their spankings and sexual
punishments at the hands of the terrifying Mr Bultitude.  But Jemima could
tell that this wasn't Mrs Meakin and a new and horrible thought came into
her mind; what if it was Eleanor and they were going to be punished
together?  Mr Bultitude would become aroused beyond words, his big thing
would want to go everywhere, their spankings would be severe beyond belief
and there would be other gross painful sexual punishments he would want
administer to them both.
   The footsteps stopped outside her door and Jemima could now hear the
quiet stifled sobbing.  Her tummy dropped; now she knew it was Eleanor; she
recognised the sobbing all too well from the times they had spent crying
together with their huge bulbous welted bottoms burning like fire after
being punished.  The handle on the door to Jemima's room started to turn
and then Eleanor was standing there in the open doorway.  Jemima started to
wail in the terror as she saw the dunces' caps in Eleanor's hands; Mr
Bultitude would go mad with lust when he punished them together with those
on, thrashing their little bottoms to a fat blistered mess and demanding
the most obscene sexual services from them.
   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  I'm sorry!" Eleanor sobbed as she held out one of
the dunces' caps to her friend.
   Jemima started to get out of bed, her shaking legs so wobbly that she
could barely stand.  Both girls were crying loudly now, the presence of the
other girl validating their own weeping.
   "Boo hoo!  Your daddy's going to hurt us!" Jemima wailed.
   "Boo hoo!  I'm sorry!" sobbed Eleanor.
   "I hate him!" wailed Jemima.
   "I hate him too!" howled Eleanor.
   From somewhere far below in the house, the faint sound of a howling
girlish shriek reach them.  Both girls audibly gulped; it would have to
have been very loud to be heard all the way up in the attic.  Jemima
slipped her shift off, put the dunces cap on and then slowly, shaking like
leaves, the two naked girls with the silly conical dunces' caps on their
heads started their reluctant miserable descent down the three flights of
stairs to the study.  All the time the shrieking howls of the girl being
punished got louder and louder and Eleanor's and Jemima's tears flowed
faster and faster.
   The girls' tiny reluctant steps eventually brought them within sight of
the study; an impressive oak-panelled room with a huge desk and large
mounted wall cupboards that housed Eleanor's father's huge collection of
punishment implements.  The door to the room had been left open a crack so
the pitiful screams and wails could permeate the whole house and remind all
of its little inhabitants to do exactly as Mr Bultitude told them to,
however foul or disgraceful the act was.  The unfortunate girl who
currently occupied the study could now be heard only too clearly by Eleanor
and Jemima.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NO MORE CANE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! 
PUT IT IN MY BUM!  YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
   As the girls edged closer, desperate not to be seen, they were able to
see the whole scene taking place in the study.
   Twelve-year-old Purity was naked, apart from her black knee-length
stockings.  She was a delightful black-haired girl; timid and quiet, the
model of subservience.  A little mouse of a girl, she had small cone-shaped
budding breasts and her puffy little pussy had the very first vestige of
pubic hair on it.  Her frightened blinking brown eyes were often filled
with tears as she tended to Mr Bultitude's seemingly never-ending demands
for strict adult sex with her.
   Purity's white servant's smock had been left back in her bedroom after
she had been obliged to attend Mr Bultitude's study virtually naked, apart
from her stockings.  She was lying on her back on top of the desk her knees
pulled back against her chest and spread wide apart.  Her hands, which
should have been clasped behind her knees keeping her legs splayed and back
against her chest, were instead both grasping big chunks of her bottom that
she squeezed and kneaded frantically.  As a result of her frantic bottom
squeezing, her little pubescent pussy was held wide open and her anus was
completely exposed as she shrieked and howled desperately.  The cause of
her uncontrolled bottom grasping activities and her involuntary outrageous
and explicit display of her genitals to her strict employer was quite
clear; the whole of her bottom, extending down the backs of her thighs
almost to her knees, was a red swollen splodge of strap welts and birch
twig weals and, covering her lower buttocks, were a seething mass of thick
juicy purpling cane welts.
   Mr Bultitude stood to one side of Purity, flexing a long thick yellow
rattan school cane.  He had a huge smile on his face and, from his undone
flies, his long hard penis stood out, its smooth purple end was completely
exposed and glistening with a shiny film of pre-cum.
   Purity howled miserably as the thick welts burnt under her squeezing
fingers.  It seemed every day was like this.  She had been sold to Mr
Bultitude years before.  It had been described as an `apprentice fee', but
in reality it meant Mr Bultitude owned her until she was fifteen.  Even now
she remembered how her tiny seven-year-old self have been undressed for a
spanking by Mr Bultitude for some supposed trifling fault on the journey
back from her mother's.  Then, when she'd arrived back at Mr Bultitude's
house, she'd been taken still naked to the study and he had shown her his
huge collection of child punishment equipment.  Purity remembered wetting
herself with fear when he took out the two-foot-long thin rattan nursery
cane to whip her bottom with.  She remembered screaming herself hoarse and
how, afterwards, she had been shown what Mr Bultitude liked little girls
who had just been spanked to do for him.
   Since then she had done it many different times in many different ways
and, over time, she had become adept at imaginatively coaxing orgasms from
Mr Bultitude, however tired and flagging his willy might be after a long
day of being constantly drained by the many different tearful girls'
reluctant pussies, anuses and throats in the house.
   Today Purity had been summoned to Mr Bultitude's study on account of her
`slap-dash basting of the roast duck', according to Cook.  Purity's bottom
had only just returned to normal after the last dreadful thrashing she had
received just over a week ago.  Mr Bultitude had been highly excited when
she got to the study.  Word had already gone round the house that he was
planning a long evening of spanking little bottoms and it appeared that
young Purity is first on his list.  Weeping with fear, Purity had shed her
clothes in her bedroom, stripping down to just her black knee-length
stockings that she had been told to leave on.  Then the long terrible walk
from her bedroom to Mr Bultitude's study.
   When Purity had reached the study, Mr Bultitude had been sitting behind
his desk.  She had dropped him a deep curtsy and felt her little pussy
winking open as her legs parted.
   "Boo hoo!  Beg pardon, Sir, but I was told to come!" she'd warbled.
   Mr Bultitude had stood up and his big scary adult willy had already been
sticking out of his trousers, hard and excited.  Purity's tears had
redoubled; she knew he was going to do terrible things to her!
   Purity's visit to Mr Bultitude's study had proved as mind-blowingly
painful and degrading as usual.  Mr Bultitude had sat on a chair and had
her display herself to him until not the tiniest part of her most private
places remained unexposed or untouched by Mr Bultitude's fat probing
fingers.  Then Mr Bultitude had taken out one of his nastiest straps; a
thick leather eighteen-inch long monster that was split down most of its
length.  Its twin tails had a terrible propensity to seek out a girl's most
sensitive private places and punish them with breathtaking severity. 
Purity had dropped to her knees as she saw him taking the strap out and
began to plead desperately with him in the most humiliating way.  As he
stood in front of her holding the strap in his hands, his penis had bobbed
up and down in front of her face.  Purity had used her mouth to try and
persuade Mr Bultitude's penis that slipping up and down her throat was a
nice alternative to her being strapped.  Her long gagging drool-emitting
persuasion session hadn't worked and an even more excited Mr Bultitude had
made her touch her toes ready for her bottom to be spanked silly with his
big nasty strap.
   WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!
   The strap had crashed into Purity's poor bottom almost lifting her off
her feet.  Purity had screamed at the top of her voice; it didn't seem to
matter how many times Purity's bottom was spanked, it didn't hurt
any-the-less and her screams were never less than piercing.
   WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOOOOO!  SIRRRRRRRRRRR!  MY BUM!"
   WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  I'LL SUCK YOU!  STOOOOOOOOOOP!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   The strapping hadn't stopped.  Mr Bultitude loved to discipline young
girls, and the older they got, the more severe he became.  By the time a
girl left his employ at fifteen, the pony whip would be in almost constant
use on a perky young teen bottom, thighs and sensitive young teen breasts.
As Purity's bottom became more and more red and inflamed and the strap's
tails sought out new and more exotic destinations for its repeated visits,
Purity's screams and pitiful requests for the strap-spanking to stop became
the ever more base and obscene.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  I'LL TAKE YOUR PANTS OFF!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  SUCK YOUR
BOTTOM!  YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  THROAT YOUR WILLY!"
   Eventually, when Purity's chubby twelve-year-old bottom had been reduced
to a fat welted swollen mess, Mr Bultitude relented.  Pathetically
grateful, Purity had flung herself between his legs, dragged his trousers
off and began to use her well-trained little tongue to excite his anus by
probing deep into the hairy smelly hole.
   Horace Bultitude gave a satisfied moan; Purity was a most delightful
anus licker, her tongue really could do the most wonderful things deep in a
man's bottom.  She would do well in a few years time as an older man's
whore, there to be whipped and to pleasure him as he pleased.  For now
though, Horace had full control over Purity's sweet budding little body and
he planned to enjoy it.
   o-------------------------------------------------o
   As Purity's tongue twirling in his anus, Horace's cock twitched as he
thought about his day; it had really been quite wonderful.  At breakfast
the youngest member of the household, six-year-old Alice, had been brought
to him by the head housekeeper, Mrs Meakin.  Alice was a fair-haired little
slip of a girl who had only spent four weeks in this scary new household.
The shaking weeping girl was presented naked to Horace with her hands on
her head.  It appeared that Alice had wet the bed; a crime that enraged Mrs
Meakin on account of the cleaning required.  Mrs Meakin had requested the
strictest discipline for Alice and had suggested, with a sly smile playing
on her face, that the whippy two-foot-long nursery cane be put to good use
on Alice's little bottom.  Horace had, of course, heartily agreed with his
head housekeeper.
   Fourteen-year-old Janey had been sent for.  Currently the eldest girl in
his employ, Janey had been required to strip naked and horse the fearfully
howling little Alice on her back.  Horace was presented with two beautiful
little bottoms; Alice's small childish affair, with her legs kicking and
tiny genitals showing, and Janey's broader firm teen bottom, with her first
vestiges of hair sprouting from her pussy and anal surround.
   Mrs Meakin had been very happy to fetch the cane and had passed it to
Horace with a huge wink; a sign, Horace supposed, for him to use it as hard
and as long as possible.  Mrs Meakin had not been disappointed as, for the
next fifteen minutes, Alice's small bottom was caned with no regard for her
tender age or the extreme sensitivity of her previously un-caned bottom. 
The girl's shrieks drove Horace to use the cane again and again, reworking
it over the swelling welts just to hear Alice's outraged reactions as,
barely able to comprehend the bottom pain that the cane caused, she
screamed for him to stop and for her mother to save her.
   Alice's first caning had been the most wonderful affair, the child
shrieking and kicking with her little genitals on display as her bottom was
whipped purple.  Janey did not escape punishment either; every time the
young teen stumbled or failed to properly control the twisting kicking
screaming mass on her back, the little cane visited her bottom and thighs
repeatedly to teach her to do a better job.  Finally, when Alice was
entertaining Horace and Mrs Meakin by rolling about on the floor, pulling
at her injured bottom cheeks and emitting rasping hoarse screams, Janey was
made to stand up straight with her hands on her head and push her
developing young breasts out for a good dose of the same nursery cane that
had been used to such good effect on little Alice.  Janey's young growing
breasts had proved an excellent disciplinary area for the cane to work on
and her screams as her nipples caught stroke after stroke of the whippy
little stick were almost as desperate and uncontrolled as Alice's had been.
   The whole little escapade had put Horace in the mood for a visit to Miss
Florence's.  A remarkable lady, with a most select clientele, Miss Florence
had a discreet establishment where young girls were available for the
strictest discipline and whatever other more intimate services her clients
required.  The sheer variety of girls available to have their skirts and
under-garments removed for a severe bare bottom thrashing was
mind-boggling, with never less than ten girls in residence to choose from.
Miss Florence's establishment was frequented as much by ladies as by
gentlemen, many of the ladies having developed a taste for the rod at the
hands of their own unbelievably strict nannies and governesses.
   Horace had arrived at the house by mid morning.  He was lavishly
welcomed by Miss Florence, a strong fit lady in her late thirties.  His hat
and coat were collected by two delightful little girls of eight or nine
dressed in almost non-existent school uniforms.  Horace had quite openly
lifted the skirt of one of them, a thin-faced brown-haired girl who seemed
near to tears and put his hand down the back of her lower garments to feel
her small smooth soft bare bottom.  The child stood obligingly still as
Horace's fingers invaded her little pussy and anus.  Horace saw a small
tear running down the girl's face.  Miss Florence had smiled at him.
   "That's Sarah, if you'd like to use her later!" she'd remarked.
   Horace had smiled.  He had a nice idea developing and he felt sure that
Sarah's little bottom and mouth might well play a part in it.
   The house already had a number of clients using its services.  As one of
its most long-established clients and an early financial supporter of Miss
Florence, Horace was extended a very unusual and most special privilege. 
Each private room was equipped with a small spyglass so that Miss Florence
could keep an eye on proceedings.  Mainly to ensure that each girl was
performing as required, but also to keep an eye out for new trends or to
know the differing requirements of each of her esteemed clients.  Miss
Florence fetched a naked little ten-year-old called Suzy.  Suzy's face was
red and tearstained, her bottom a seething mass of swollen strap marks;
Suzy would be very obedient for Horace to use as he and Miss Florence did
their rounds.
   The first room they observed had been decorated and furnished as a
nursery.  This room was greatly favoured by ladies who wished to play the
part of a strict family nanny.  Right now, there was a young lady in her
mid-twenties occupying the room.  The child in her charge was a small
nine-year-old with straight black hair.  The girl was naked and bent over
the woman's lap.  The woman had her own skirts drawn up around her stomach
so she was naked below her waist.  She was spanking the little girl hard
with a huge heavy ebony-backed hairbrush.  The child bent over her lap was
shrieking as the brush landed again and again on her rudely presented
little bottom.  The spanking had already extended well beyond the bounds of
normal decency and the child's bottom was bruised and starting to purple.
Little Suzy was pushed to her knees and quickly had Horace's penis out and
in her mouth.  She slobbered noisily over it as he and Miss Florence
watched spellbound as the woman spanked the little bottom until massive
blisters extended from the crowns of the girl's buttocks to the tops of her
thighs.  All the time the woman screamed at the child.
   "You're all mine now, you hear!  Your parents will be away for years!  I
can spank you all I want!  How do you like being blistered!"
   The child's shrieking pleas and pathetic responses fell on deaf ears as
the woman spanked on until, with a roar of lust, she pushed the child to
the floor, pulled her own clothes off and violently used the child to
assuage her passions.  Horace's penis slipped in and out of Suzy's choking
throat as he watched the woman use the child's face as a masturbatory aid.
   "Here we have young Mrs Jenkins." Miss Florence remarked steadily, "She
had some issues with her nanny when she was younger and her parents had to
go abroad.  It helps her to come here and work them out."
   Horace had nodded soberly.  It appeared that the young lady was far from
finished with her little charge and as Horace took a final glance through
the spyglass he could see that she now had a narrow leather strap in her
hands, the kind that the very strictest nannies used on small children's
genitals.  As they passed to the next room, Horace just caught the child's
screams as the strap began being put to use.
   The next room was furnished and decorated as a child's bedroom. 
Kneeling on the bed, resting on her elbows with her bottom thrust high in
the air, partially dressed in a school uniform was a girl of around
eleven-years-old.  The girl's face was bloated red from crying and
screaming and rivulets of snot ran out of her nose.  Strewn on the floor
were a mass of broken birch twigs and the stump of the worn-out birch rod.
Amongst the twiggy debris lay a large hairbrush and a leather strap.  Most
of the birch twigs surrounded a chair that the child must have been made to
kneel on to receive it; behind the girl stood a gentleman in his
mid-thirties, well-dressed with his large erect penis poking out through
his trousers.  In his hand he flexed a full-sized three-foot-long senior
girls' cane that would have made a big girl of fourteen or fifteen sit up
and take notice.  It would have a devastating effect on the small bottom of
the child knelt on the bed.  The child's bottom was deeply marked from the
many implements, the bruising extending down her thighs and the spot
blisters from the birch reaching between her bottom cheeks and onto her
pussy.  Horace felt his penis entering Suzy's hot wet mouth and then
passing into her gagging throat as he and Miss Florence observe the scene.
   "In this room we have a little something for a frustrated daddy." Miss
Florence whispered to Horace.
   The man whipped the cane through the air making a loud scary whoosing
noise.  The child mewled in fear.
   "Stick that bottom out, Ruth!" he instructed, "I've not finished your
spanking yet!  You may think that the hairbrush, strap and birch are
enough, but I don't!  Miss Evans tells me that your schoolwork is
appalling!"
   The girl's tearful pleas filtered through the wall.
   "Boo hoo!  Oh please, daddy!  No more cane!  You can put your willy up
me!  Boo hoo!  I'll do better work!  Boo hoo!  Put your willy up my bottom!
Boo hoo!"
   A blob of pre-cum appeared at the end of the man's penis and dripped
off. He laid the cane across the little girl's bottom and she wailed with
despair; holding onto the bed sheets she pushed her bottom back, readying
herself for the stroke.
   THWICK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  DADDEEEEEEEEEEEY!"
   The girl's hands came back and she pulled her bottom cheeks apart on the
pretence of rubbing her bottom.  Her anus gaped obscenely, the wet
translucent evidence of lubrication was clear.  The girl waggled her bottom
at the man as her hands pulled the skin of her cheeks to show off the
welts.
   "WHAAAAAAAAA!  DADDEEEEEEEEY!  PLEEEEEEEEEASE!  NO MORE CANE!" she
wailed.
   "Do you want daddy to stop caning?" the man asked, his twitching cock
desperate for relief.
   "Boo hoo!  Oh yes, daddy!" the girl wept, "I'll be so good now!  Boo
hoo! I'll do anything you want!  Boo hoo!  Put your willy in my bottom! 
I'll move it for you!  Boo hoo!  I don't want no more cane!  Boo hoo!"
   The man's quivering penis was presented to the obediently offered bottom
and a well trained little anus began to milk an excited adult cock.  The
man moaned with delight as the girl's little bottom energetically slipped
up and down his stationary cock.  Before too long the man began to wail
with pleasure and Horace and Miss Florence observed his balls draw up and
his buttocks clench as, whining with joy, he pumped his cum up the
rhythmically stroking anus.
   Miss Florence discreetly moved them on to the next spyglass.  Inspired
by what he had just seen, Horace bent Suzy over to touch her toes.  The
tears flew off Suzy's face and she gulped back her wails as Horace strictly
inserted his penis into her little back hole.
   The room they were looking into was decorated as an ordinary drawing
room.  On the sofa sat a young couple, the man in his late twenties and the
woman in her early twenties.  Standing in front of them were two girls,
both dressed in long skirts.  Both girls were holding the hems of their
skirts high up under their armpits to expose their lower bodies.  They were
wearing short knee-length stockings and no undergarments.  Their small
naked pussies were on display to the couple.  The girls were both very
small.  One might have been six or seven years old and the other five or
six years old.  They were both crying noisily as they displayed themselves.
The eyes of the two adults shone with excitement as they stared at the
girls' nakedness.
   "As I've said before, my dear," the man pronounced to his wife, "we need
all the practice we can get at spanking naughty bottoms for when our little
ones come along!"
   The woman grinned broadly.
   "But of course, my darling!" she answered, "One simply can't spank
enough!"
   "Aren't they a wonderful couple?" Miss Florence whispered.
   Horace nodded; he had to agree.
   "Did Miss Florence say we could use the cane?" the woman asked
hopefully.
   The man shook his head.
   "These two are just a little too small." he said, "But she did say that
we could use these!"
   From underneath the sofa cushion, when they have been carefully hidden,
the man withdrew two twelve-inch long heavy brown leather tawses.  The
girls wailed their distress as the nasty painful implements came into
sight.
   "Gosh!" the woman smiled, her face shining, "My nanny used to have one
of those!  I can't tell you how much it stung!  I used to scream for hours
after she'd thrashed me!"
   The woman reached out and started to pull the smallest of the girls
towards her.  The tiny girl began to scream in terror as she was put over
the young woman's lap, her bottom poking up invitingly.  The man soon had
the elder of the two girls over his lap too, as the child wailed and
pleaded with him to let her go.
   Horace and Miss Florence enjoyed themselves watching the young couple
having the time of their lives as they spanked the little bottoms over
their laps.  Every so often the little girls would be allowed up to dance
about screaming and pulling at their little bottom cheeks, then a new
implement would be produced and a terrible new position would be found for
them to receive more punishment in.  As time wore on the couple's lower
garments were removed and the two little girls began to try to desperately
persuade the two excited adult's genitals that their little bottoms had had
enough spanking.
   After a while, Miss Florence signalled for them to move on when it
became clear that the couple's first explosive orgasms brought on by the
eager mouths of the girls was only the start of the couple's enjoyment. 
They had barely begun to scratch the surface of the girls' punishment.  As
Horace and Miss Florence left, the sound of the two tiny little girls'
desperate shrieking and the rhythmic sound of heavy wood meeting small
little bottoms followed them.  Miss Florence turned and smiled at Horace.
   "I've reserved the schoolroom for you!" she winked.
   Horace was shown to a large room that was laid out as a schoolroom. 
There were four iron-framed wooden desks with folding bench-type seats that
faced central dais with a large table and chair on it.  Behind the table
and chair on the wall was a blackboard and at the back of the classroom was
a large double bed.  Although somewhat out of place in the classroom, the
bed it was entirely practical should the teacher wish to make the
children's punishment more intimate.
   Shortly after Horace had been shown in, the door opened and four unhappy
little girls trooped in, each dressed in a school uniform.  They all sat
down at a desk ready for their lesson to begin.  Horace recognised
brown-haired eight or nine-year-old little Sarah from earlier.  There was
also a blonde girl who looked about ten or eleven years old, another girl
about the same age as Sarah who had her black hair in two plaits and a
younger girl of maybe seven or eight years old who had short mousy hair and
an impish face.  All four of the girls were crying fearfully; the whole
house knew of Horace's reputation.
   Horace sat in the chair at the front of the class.  He beckoned to the
smallest child and the tiny thing climbed out from behind her desk and
reluctantly made her way to him, sobbing miserably all the way.
   "What's your name, child?" Horace barked coldly.
   "Boo hoo!  Maggie, Sir!" the girl wept.
   "Take your clothes off and get across my lap, Maggie!" Horace grinned.
   For the next two hours the ear-splitting shrieks and howls of four
little girls getting punished filled the room and Horace's cock constantly
enjoyed a selection of little mouths, throats, bottom holes and pussies. 
As a final punishment, Horace had all four girls lined up quite naked and
bent over his desk so a line of four bottoms was presented to him.  Already
red, swollen and welted the little bottoms writhed about as their owners
howled in pain.  Horace stripped his clothes off so he was completely naked
too and picked up the three-foot long school cane that had been left for
him.  Each little bottom got six strokes of the cane as its screaming owner
shrieked her desperate pleas to Horace.  By the end of the line there
wasn't one sexual act, however unbelievably painful or humiliating, that a
squealing little girl hadn't offered him.  Horace went over to the bed with
four dancing howling little girls following him and rubbing their bottoms
feverishly, ready to do absolutely anything to make Mr Horace feel nice.
   Horace was in the mood for one of the most revolting sexual punishments
he knew.  In strict age order Horace proceeded to enjoy the tiny bottom of
the elder girl, then he removed his poo covered penis and fed it down the
throat of the next younger girl.  Despite their experience in the house,
the girls' loud retching and miserable wails of humiliation as their
throats cleaned their friends poo from Mr Horace's cock continued unabated
until, eventually, Horace roared with pleasure and the very youngest child
was almost drowned as Horace's sperm pouring down her throat, his penis
twitching and pulsing as his body shook with pleasure.
   Horace had left the establishment soon after, congratulating Miss
Florence on a wonderful morning's entertainment.  He had taken a light
lunch in the city and then a carriage ride out to a village where he had
been in negotiations with a certain lady over her youngest daughter who she
wished to get off her hands.
   The carriage stopped a discreet distance from a ramshackle cottage and
Horace approached on foot.  He noticed that the mother's many children were
nowhere to be seen.  He smiled; it seemed things had been made ready for
him.
   As he approached the cottage, the mother appeared at the door.  Old
before her years, but keenly strong through continual manual labour, Horace
suspected that little bottoms were spanked hard in this household.  As he
entered the cottage he saw a tin bath in the centre of the room with a few
inches of water in the bottom.  On top of a low cupboard to the side was a
large wooden spoon, a thick leather belt and a small knob of goose fat on a
plate.  Horace's cock began to erect itself; it appeared that the mother
was rather keener to close the deal than Horace had imagined and was going
to put on a little show for him.
   "Well now, Sir, you must come in!" she beckoned, "Such a long trip from
the city.  And for what, I don't know?  That little daughter of mine you
were so generously going to take into your employ has turned out to be
nothing but a tramp!  This morning I caught her with no underclothes doing
hand-stands against that tree out there!  Disgraceful!"
   As the mother spoke a warbling sob came from a small trunk in the corner
of the room.  Horace's cock fully erected itself; the girl must have been
shut in the small box and she would no doubt be very keen to get out.
   "Yes, disgraceful!" Horace agreed, a little smile playing on his face.
   The mother enthusiastically picked up on his smile.
   "Is there any way in your heart, Sir, you could find to forgive her and
still take her into your service?" the mother's earnest voice asked and she
nodded meaningfully towards the wooden spoon and belt.
   "Well," Horace started, playing his part to the full, "If I could be
convinced that she has been brought up with the appropriate spanking
discipline, I may be convinced."
   "But how wonderful!" cried the mother, clapping her hands in exaggerated
joy, "In this house we have nothing but the most severe spanking
discipline! I promise you that when you've seen her being spanked you'll
not have seen a child spanked more severely!  And afterwards," she
continued in a more hushed voice, "I shall leave the two of you alone so
you can become more `intimately acquainted'!" and she nodded at the goose
fat.
   Horace's cock twitched; some delicately applied goose fat to the tiniest
reluctant anus and then the piercing squeals as a big excited adult penis
was inserted would be a wonderful way to enjoy himself after observing a
good hard spanking of a little daughter by her powerfully built mother.
   The mother went to the trunk and opened it.  A small naked
seven-year-old girl clambered out, her face red and tear soaked.  Horace
caught his breath; April was the prettiest little thing and this was the
first time he had seen her fully naked.  A perfect blonde-haired little
pixie of a girl, her tiny limbs contrasted with her broad little bottom. 
His trousers tented out as she was presented to him by her mother who
pulled her across the room to him by her ear.
   "Look at this little trollop!" her mother exclaimed, "I'll give her a
good bath and then she can be spanked!"
   The mother's `good bath' for little April was nothing but a thinly
veiled excuse for her to show Horace every tiny part of her daughter's
private anatomy.  The girl's little pussy and bottom cheeks were repeatedly
opened and adult fingers inserted in the little holes on the pretence of
getting her `really clean'.  Eventually, when the mother felt she'd put on
enough of a show, a still soaking wet April was pulled across her mother's
lap and her mother set to work with the wooden spoon.
   Horace was deeply impressed; it seemed that the mother had not been
exaggerating about her severity.  The big wooden spoon flew up and down and
April's tiny bottom, with its jiggling little cheeks, grew redder and
redder.  Solid wooden spoon marks appeared and started to purple as the
bruising set in.  April's reaction to all this motherly attention was as
predictable as it was delightful; she screamed her tiny head off.  Her
pleading for the terrible spanking to stop proved as enlightening as it was
exciting.
   WHUCK!  WHUCK!  WHUCK!  WHUCK!  WHUCK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MAMA!  MAMA!  OH STOP!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  I BEG YOU! 
AAAAAAAAAAAH!  MY BOTTOM!  OH STOP!  PLEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   WHUCK!  WHUCK!  WHUCK!  WHUCK!  WHUCK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  I'LL VISIT UNCLE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  I'LL SUCK HIS
THINGY!  YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  I WON'T COMPLAIN!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   The mother looked at Horace with concern.
   "Such a little liar!" she said, spanking harder still.
   "Yes, a little liar!" agreed Horace, keen to teach young April plenty
more things about adults and their `thingies' to lie about.
   The mother swapped the spoon for the belt and proceeded to work the
thick leather up and down over her daughter's small kicking thighs.  She
made sure to turn her daughter so Horace had a perfect view of April's
little genitals that winked open and closed at him as she kicked and
squealed over her mother's lap.  Finally the mother worked the strap
remorselessly on her daughter's small bottom until blisters appeared on the
crowns of the little bottom cheeks.  The mother let April up to do the most
exciting little dance for Horace, jiggling her bottom for him and pulling
her holes open as she howled and desperately sought to halt the terrible
fire in her bottom.
   The mother smiled at Horace.
   "I'll wait outside." she said and left the cottage.
   Horace retrieved the goose fat and dropped his trousers.
   "Come here, April!" he intoned.
   The howling child came to him.
   " Whaaaaaaaa!  Don't hurt me with your thingy!" she wailed.
   "Show me your bottom, April!" he said.
   The child reluctantly presented her bottom to him.  Horace's goose fat
covered finger penetrated her anus.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Not there!  Don't put your thingy
there!  It's too big!  It won't fit!  Noooooooooo!  Please, Sir! 
Noooooooooooo!"
   Sitting outside the cottage, a little smile played over the mother's
face as the awful childish screams made their way to her ears.  She was
certain little April would be leaving with the gentleman today and she'd be
left with a nice pile of cash.  In the cottage Horace had managed to insert
the first two inches of his cock into the little bottom hole and was having
a wonderful time pushing it in and out as poor April squealed in distress.
Of course, with a hole so small and tight it took virtually no time for
Horace to start trembling with pleasure and to work his cock faster still
as his orgasm approached.  Then, as he shouted with ecstasy, Horace's cock
began to twitch and squirt in little April's bottom as he had the most
wonderful long cum.
   All the way home, Horace enjoyed little April's company in the carriage.
Her whipped little bottom and stretched tiny hole, still leaking his cum
out, made her the most wonderfully compliant and attentive little
companion. By the time they had arrived at Horace's home, there was not one
part of April that Horace had not fully examined and not one part of Horace
that the little girl had not been obliged to lick, tongue, suck or fit into
one reluctant orifice or another.  Indeed, by the time she was handed over
to Mrs Meakin, she was quite in need of another bath.
   Horace had retired to his study but when he arrived he found a note from
Eleanor's nanny suggesting that he might like some fun with Eleanor.  He'd
then had an excellent time watching Eleanor become more and more panicked
as nanny had put her through her paces and, eventually, there had been the
bathtime spanking, genital discipline and delightful daddy / daughter
bottom hole sex.  It had then only seemed a moment before Purity had joined
him in his study for the evening's entertainment to begin.
   Horace stood back and admired Purity's bottom.  The child was lying on
her back on his desk with her legs pulled back.  He had given her a
particularly severe birching as she'd touched her toes.  Those birch twigs
had quite a mind of their own as to where they went and there wasn't an
inch of Purity's bottom cheeks, bottom crack, anus, inner thighs and pussy
that hadn't felt the full force of the birch's disciplinary power.  Now
Purity's poor wobbling cheeks had a collection of juicy cane marks as well.
His fingers slipped into her bottom crack so he could feel her anus. 
Purity spread her legs wider and pushed her anus out to meet his fingers.
   "Boo hoo!  Please, Sir!  Boo hoo!  Don't cane no more!" she wept, making
her offer very clear.
   Horace grinned broadly and moved forwards, levelling his penis with the
small offered anus.  His exposed helmet touched the little hole and he
began to push against the reluctant sphincter.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Boo hoo!  Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!" wailed
Purity as her tiny anus stretched and she felt Mr Bultitude's large
exciting penis pushing up her bottom, deep into her rectum.
   Horace moaned in pleasure; Purity's bottom hole was a true delight for
an excited adult penis.  He pumped his cock in and out of the little hole,
the rubbery tightness causing the most delicious slippery friction on his
cock.
   Outside the study, Jemima and Eleanor sobbed as they watched Purity's
rough anal punishment taking place.  Eleanor's bottom clenched particularly
hard; it was only a few hours since that very same big adult willy had been
painfully working its way in and out of the own little bottom hole.  As
Purity howled in the study, the girls' attention was caught by another
noise, a high-pitched panicked wailing noise it was easily identifiable as
a young female in the utmost distress.  The noise came closer and then
rounded the corner of the corridor.  Eleanor and Jemima could now see that
the voice's owner was a young chambermaid called Lizzie.  She was stark
naked and was shaking so badly that she could barely walk.
   "A-heeeeeeeeeeee!  A-heeeeeeeeeeee!  A-heeeeeeeeeee!" her petrified
crying sounded in the echoing corridor.
   In her hands Lizzie held a small pony whip with a one-foot-long handle
and three-foot-long plaited black leather cord whip.  Mr Bultitude could
use it to whip little girls' whole bodies with.  It was reserved for only
the most serious offences where little girls might be offered a choice
between a dose of the pony whip or being handed over to the police for
prison, deportation or worse.
   Lizzie was a pleasantly mattered little chamber maid.  She was
eleven-years-old and had been in Mr Bultitude's house for three years.  She
had soft brown hair and meek brown eyes that were always quick to fill with
tears.  Her body was barely beginning to bud, with little bee-sting
breasts, their tiny nipples often sticking out, as they were now in fear.
   Lizzie had had a most unfortunate experience earlier in the day.  She
had been sent to dust Mr Bultitude's prized collection of delicate
porcelain figurines, each of them worth more than the lifetime's wages to a
maid.  All the girls well knew that any breakages were deemed to be
criminal damage under the law; the more expensive the item, the greater the
punishment.  Why, everyone had heard of the case only last year where a
ten-year-old maid from a large household had been deported for such an
offence.
   Lizzie had been shaking like a leaf as her dusting feather had carefully
removed the dust from the figurines.  It was most unfortunate that at that
exact point there had been a terrible crash from the street as a stray pig
had run under a horse that had reared up, pulling a carriage over.  It had
only taken an untimely jerk of the feather to send one of the figurines
spinning onto the hard marble fireplace where it to smashed into twenty
pieces.
   Poor Lizzie hadn't stopped crying since the accident.  She had cried as
she had knelt down to touch the broken figurine, barely believing what had
happened, cried as Mrs Meakin, white faced at the gravity of the incident,
had led her to be locked in the cellar whilst her fate was decided, cried
when Mrs Meakin had returned with the pony whip offering her a choice of Mr
Bultitude or the law, cried as she sat in the cellar with the pony whip
waiting beside her, cried as she removed her clothes ready for Mr Bultitude
and cried all the way to the study ready for Mr Bultitude to deliver his
own brand of wicked justice.
   As Lizzie had turned the corner she had seen Mr Bultitude's daughter,
Eleanor, and the little kitchen skivvy Jemima waiting outside the study,
naked with the dunces caps on, whilst the howling and shrieking of the
little girl currently being punished poured out of the slightly open door.
Eleanor and Jemima had drawn back in horror at the sight of the pony whip
that Lizzie carried in front of her as if it were a redhot poker.  Then, as
Lizzie drew nearer, she caught sight of Mr Bultitude vigourously punishing
Purity's bottom hole with his big excited willy as she lay on her back on
his desk with her legs pulled back.  As Purity's shrieks echoed into the
corridor outside the room, the three waiting little girls shook
uncontrollably.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  It hurts!  Sirrrrrrrrrrrr!  Noooooooooooo!  Not so
hard!  Pleeeeeeeeeeease!" wailed Purity.
   Horace withdrew his cock from Purity's anus with a slippery squelching
noise.  He had a wicked smile on his face.
   "Well, young lady," he grinned, "if you don't want to have me in your
little bottom then you must want more with the cane!"
   "NOOOOOOOOOO!  NOOOOOOOOO!" howled Purity, pulling her anus open so it
gaped wide, "I'M SORREEEEEEEY!  I'M SORREEEEEEEEEY!"
   But to her absolute dismay, she saw that Mr Bultitude had picked up the
cane again.  Howling with fear, she moved her hands and re-presented her
bottom to her strict employer.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   More thick juicy cuts of the cane joined the others on Purity's bottom
and the child's unearthly shrieks filled the house.
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOOOOOO! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  I'M SORREEEEEEEEEEEEY!"
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  MY BUM!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  IT HURTS! 
YAAAAAAAAAAAAH! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   Purity's bottom received as strict-a-caning as any little
twelve-year-old in the darkest recesses of the local workhouse or
reformatory might have been subject to.  Horace was sure of that because he
was a trustee of both.  Soon the shrieking girl's bottom had been reduced
to a corrugated mess of thick purple lines with long thin blisters along
the top of each, almost too many to count.  Screaming, holding her bottom,
almost unable to navigate her way, Purity was sent out of the study.
   "LIZZIEEEEEEEEEE!" roared Mr Bultitude.
   "A-heeeeeeeeeeeee!  A-heeeeeeeeeeeeee!  A-heeeeeeeeeeee!" Lizzie's
high-pitched sobbing accompanied her and the pony whip into the study.
   Horace smiled inwardly at the terrified little girl who held the nasty
whip as if it were burning her; outwardly he kept a face like thunder.
   "Lizzie Blenkinsop," he proclaimed, his twitching cock betraying his
excitement, "I should turn you over to the police!"
   With a wail, Lizzie threw herself at her strict employer's feet.
   "Boo hoo!  Oh, Sir!" she wept, "Have mercy!  I didn't mean to!  The
crash out on the street!  It made me!  Boo hoo!  I didn't mean it!  Oh
Lord! Not the police!  I'll be hanged!  Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  Please!  Punish
me!  Use the whip on me!  I brought it to you!  Boo hoo!  And when you've
finished, I'll `service' you!  Boo hoo!"
   Horace watched Lizzie's hand reaching out towards his penis as she
sought to make it clear what sort of things `servicing' might entail.  His
cock was smeared browny-yellow from its recent encounter with Purity's
reluctant anus.  He watched Lizzie take it into her mouth as though it were
the most delicious sweetie.
   "SLURRRRRRRP!  GARRRRRRRRK!  SLURRRRRRRRP!  GARRRRRRRRK!"
   Horace grinned as Lizzie realised her mistake too late and found herself
cleaning Purity's bottom juices off his cock.  Her face grimaced and the
drool poured out of her mouth as she sucked and throated his cock.
   "They may well hang you, Lizzie, should I turn you over to the police."
Horace lectured, "A girl like you who criminally damages property!"
   Horace enjoyed the look of terror on Lizzie's face as she withdrew his
penis from her throat which had been doing such a good job of cleaning it.
   "Eeeeeeeeee!  Eeeeeeeeeee!  No Sir!  No!  Please!  Don't turn me over!
Whip me!  Throw me out if you must!  B...but don't turn me to the police!
I'll haaaaaaaaang!  Eeeeeeeeeeee!  Eeeeeeeeeee!"
   Horace picked up the whip.  It was a terrible punishment implement, the
worst in his collection.  His cock was rock solid with excitement at the
opportunity to use it.  Horace was an expert in its use and could take the
head off a flower at six feet, never mind the skin of a little girl's
bottom at close quarters.
   "Go and kneel on that sofa, Lizzie!" he said, pointing at a large
heavily-upholstered leather sofa in the corner of the study, "Make sure
your head is down and your knees are apart.  This is going to hurt you a
lot, young lady!  If you can demonstrate your obedience to me during this
whipping, I may not have to turn you over to the police."
   Horace watched Lizzie make her way to the sofa.  Her natural reluctance
to having her bottom whipped was overcome by a desperate desire to avoid
the unstoppable and potentially deadly results of being handed over to the
police.  After three years at Mr Bultitude's house, she knew exactly what
position he wanted her in.  She knelt up on the sofa seat and then bent
over double so her head touched the seat of the sofa.  Then she shuffled
her knees apart so they were spread wide and she could look back between
her legs at Mr Bultitude standing there with the pony whip in his hand and
his big hard willy sticking out of his trousers.  She was sobbing
hysterically, quite unable to control herself; that whip was going to hurt;
it was going to hurt so much!
   Swoooowi-CRACK!  Swoooowi-CRACK!  Swoooowi-CRACK!
   Each time the whip came into contact with her bottom, it left a searing
purple blistered welt.  Horace was skilled at imparting the maximum pain
without breaking the skin.  Lizzie's wide-eyed screams as her bottom was
subject to quite unimaginable pain from the punishment made Horace's cock
jerk and dribble pre-cum.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Lizzie's
screaming was raw, unbroken and startling in its intensity.
   Swoooowi-CRACK!  Swoooowi-CRACK!  Swoooowi-CRACK!
   The tip of the whip caught Lizzie between her bottom cheeks, right on
her anus.
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  NYAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
   Lizzie fought desperately to prevent her hands from going behind her and
to keep her bottom raised and on show.  Her fists beat madly at the sofa
seat and she screamed uncontrollably as the pain from her whipped anus made
itself felt.
   Swoooowi-CRACK!
   The tip of the whip landed between her bottom cheeks again as Mr
Bultitude began her genital whipping punishment.
   For the next fifteen minutes, Mr Bultitude entertained himself by
reducing Lizzie's bottom, pussy, anus, thighs and inner thighs to almost a
single fat purple blister.  The girl's shrieks were unbelievable as her
hindquarters were decorated with thick raw purple blistering lines.  But
not once during her terrible punishment did Lizzie's hands come behind her
to try and intercede with her whipping; her terrible fear of the awful
consequences of the judiciary made her demonstrate the most extreme
obedience to her employer.
   Horace stopped, panting from the effort.  All that could be heard was
Lizzie's hoarse wails and gurgles as the big fat blister that had once been
her bottom and thighs was displayed.  Horace's loins burned with passion
and the need to administer even more strict discipline to little girls, but
Lizzie was far beyond the point that she was any good to him.  He rang the
bell for a maid and almost immediately a flushed looking Mrs Meakin
arrived, no doubt having been standing nearby and masturbating herself as
she listened to the whole performance.  She immediately assessed the
situation and half carried the moaning girl from the room.
   "Eleanor and Jemima, get in here now!" Mr Bultitude's voice roared.
   The two little girls, shaking like leaves at what they had just
witnessed, slowly entered the room.  They saw the colour dancing in Mr
Bultitude's eyes; he had seen the dunces' caps on their heads.  Eleanor
tried to desperately gulp back her sobs so as not to excite her father even
more.  From even when she been very little, Nanny Renton had put the dunces
cap on Eeanor's head when she wanted to excite Eleanor's father to the most
extreme punishments of his little daughter.
   Horace looked at the two delightful little things, naked, tearful,
red-faced and standing with the tall conical hats on.  His body sparked
with energy and his cock stuck out, completely rigid; Nanny Renton knew
what he liked.  He felt like he was twelve-years-old again and home from
his boarding school for another wonderful summer of helping his little
sisters' fanatically strict governess, Governess Rawlings, with her
humiliation of his small siblings.  In Governess Rawlings' opinion, he was
old enough to act as an adult and thereby perfect to humiliate his sisters
by his mere presence at their spankings.  Horace remembered little Sophie,
who couldn't have been more than six-years-old and Annette, who could not
have been more than nine, standing naked with their dunces' caps on their
heads, having failed some ridiculously hard test or another.  As he
surveyed their exciting nakedness, Governess Rawlings would parade them in
front of him having them displayed their genitals in the most explicit ways
as she scolded them.  Then all manner of canes, whips and straps would be
used to welt their little bottoms, hands and thighs.  After that it was the
turn of their genitals to be punished.  Big brother would be called upon to
help by putting his stiff young cock into their reluctant little pussies,
anuses and mouths.
   "You foolish girls!" roared Horace at his little daughter and her
friend, the kitchen skivvy, "How dare you be so stupid!  It's nothing but
your wicked lack of application that has led you to this punishment! 
And..." he said, holding up his finger to emphasise the point, "it will be
a very severe punishment indeed!  Eleanor, close the door to the study!"
   Eleanor and Jemima wailed and danced in terror.  Having to close the
study door meant that, not only would the punishment be long and painful
for their bottoms, but they would be subject to the very nastiest sexual
punishments as well.  As if to emphasise the point, they both saw a large
blob of pre-cum ooze out of the end of Horace's penis and drip off.
   Eleanor knew better than to argue with her father, especially when he
was just about to spank her.  She went to the thick oak door and closed it.
The heavy door shut with a well-oiled mechanical click.
   Horace stood with his hands on his hips, surveying the two little
ten-year-olds who stood before him snivelled and whimpered before their
punishment proper began.  He shook his head in mock dismay.
   "What am I going to do with you two?!" he asked.
   Eleanor's and Jemima's sobs turned into a high-pitched panicked wails as
their minds ran wild with imagined answers to the question.  Mr Bultitude's
straining cock shone out like a beacon of hope to them; if they can do
something, anything, however revolting or humiliating, to make it squirt
its stuff then their bottoms might be saved.
   "Boo hoo!  P...please, Daddy!" wept Eleanor, "Let me put your willy in
my throat!  Boo hoo!  You can put it down all the way!  I'll try not to be
sick!"
   Jemima joined her friend with the desperate pleadings.
   "Oh, Mr Bultitude, Sir!  I'll take your willy in my throat too!  Boo
hoo! I'll kiss your bottom hole for you!  I'll put my tongue all the way in
your hole!  It doesn't matter if you've not washed it!"
   "Boo hoo!  Let us take off your trousers and pants, Daddy!" Eleanor
continued, "It'll be so much nicer then!  Boo hoo!  You can hurt us with
your willy more!"
   "Boo hoo!  Please, Sir, please!" Jemima begged, "Punish us with your
willy!  Boo hoo!  You can hurt us both with it as much as you like!  Put it
in all our places!  We'll be good!  Boo hoo!  However much it hurts!  Boo
hoo!"
   "Very well, girls!" Mr Bultitude sniffed, a slight smile playing on his
face as his cock quivered hungrily, eager to taste all the girls' compliant
little holes, "You may attempt to please me, but should you fail to make me
squirt, your punishments will be very severe indeed!"
   The girls ran to Horace and he took their dunces caps off; they would
only get in the way now.  Jemima began to remove Mr Bultitude's trousers
and pants whilst Eleanor knelt in front of her father and began to kiss and
lick the smooth shiny end of his penis.
   "SLURPA-SLURPA-SLOOOO-SLOOOP-SLURPA-SLUPRA!"
   Eleanor rubbed the loose skin on her father's big willy up and down the
shaft nice and firmly as she loudly sucked on the end of it, her lips
rubbing over the sensitive parts as her tongue buried into the foreskin to
wriggle about in the bit her father most enjoyed being orally explored. 
She was rewarded by a satisfied moan from her father.
   Jemima positioned herself on her knees behind Mr Bultitude.  She drew
his buttocks wide apart to expose his large hairy adult anus.  The hole was
crinkled, reddy-purple skin with hairs growing around it.  Despite Purity's
earlier efforts, it was still yellow with poo and smelt bad; she could bits
of his poo clinging to the hairs.  Jemima shut her eyes, opened her mouth
and pushed her face forward between his bottom cheeks with her tongue stuck
out, ready to probe.  The horrible taste made her drool and gag as she
slurped and licked into his anus.  The smell was so strong she could barely
breathe.
   Eleanor was faring little better; tired of her reluctance to attend to
him properly, her father had taken a firm hold on the back of her head and
had strictly inserted his penis all the way down her throat.  Eleanor's
desperate watering eyes stared up at him in horror and she retched
uncontrollably as his cock was moved up and down her throat.
   "GURRRRRRRRRRRRK!  GARRRRRRRRRK!  GURRRRRRRPH!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK! 
GURRRRRRRRRPH!"
   Jemima had managed to get her whole tongue in Mr Bultitude's anus now
and a constant stream of drool ran down her chin and over her chest.  She
licked and twisted her tongue deep into him, her whole face enveloped by
his bottom.
   "SLURRRRRRRP!  SQUELCH-A-SQUELCH-A-SQUELCH-A!  BLURRRRP!  SLOOOOOOOP! 
SQUELCH!  SQUELCH!  CURRRRPH!"
   Horace moaned with delight as the two retching little girls carried out
their horrendous intimate duties.  This delightful interlude only made
Horace more excited and ready to spank their small soft sensitive bottoms.
   Horace disentangled himself from the children's little mouths, almost
insane in their desperate desire to coax an orgasm from his big adult penis
before he began to spank them.  As it became apparent that Horace was
moving away and their efforts had not succeeded, the girls' wails reached a
terrified crescendo.
   "Daddeeeeeeeeeey!  Pleeeeeeeeeeease!" wailed Eleanor, "Put your willy
back in my throat!  Let me make it squirt for you!"
   "Whaaaaaaaaa!  Mr Bultitude!" howled Jemima, "Please!  Just bend over!
I'll get my tongue even more deep into you!"
   Horace laughed a rich fruity laugh.
   "Oh dear, dear, dear, girls!" he chortled, "I shan't be squirting
tonight until your little bottoms have been whipped good and proper!  Now,
Jemima, my dear, Eleanor got a spanking from me earlier, but you haven't
had any yet; that puts you one behind!  Go and fetch my nice big hairbrush,
then you can go across my knees!"
   Mewling and shaking, Jemima made her way unsteadily to the cabinet where
Mr Bultitude's child punishment implement collection was proudly displayed.
Weeping loudly she reached out.  There was a large selection of brushes,
but Jemima knew what horrible Mr Bultitude wanted; the huge heavy
ebony-wood monster that made little bottoms feel like they had been sat in
the very fires of hell.  She took the brush to him, wailing with fear, the
tears falling off her face.
   Horace had sat himself on a straight-backed chair in the middle of the
study, with plenty of room for a child kicking her legs and waving her arms
once they were over his lap.  His cock stuck up straight between his legs,
ready to enjoy this lovely spanking.  Eleanor had been positioned a few
feet away with her hands on her head facing him.  He wanted to enjoy
looking at her naked body and little pussy whilst she was forced to watch
her friend screaming her head off as her little bottom was spanked into a
swollen blob.
   Jemima stood to one side of Mr Bultitude's legs and handed him the
hairbrush with a curtsey.  It was a very deep humiliating curtsey that
exposed the inside of her little pussy to Mr Bultitude who lost no
opportunity in bending over to take a good look as her vagina opened up. 
Then Jemima climbed over Mr Bultitude's lap and stuck her bottom up for
him.
   "Boo hoo!  Please, Sir!  Not hard!" she warbled, but Mr Bultitude always
spanked hard.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   The solid whacks of the hairbrush on a small defenceless bottom were
almost drowned out by Jemima's screams as her little bottom exploded with
pain.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  SIRRRRRRRR!  NOOOOOOOO! 
STOOOOOOOOOP!" Jemima screamed as her bottom wriggled desperately.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAH!  TOO HARD!  MY BOTTOM!  YEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  IT HURTS!" she
howled.
   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  I'LL BE GOOD!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  I'LL
DO ANYTHING!" she begged as the pain in her bottom became too intense to
bear.
   Horace smiled; he was having a wonderful time.  Jemima's little bottom
was such a cute little fleshy thing and it waggled so nicely when it was
spanked.  Now that it was bright red and beginning to swell and bruise it
was even more attractive.  Her constant wriggling against his erect penis
and her explicit promises of how she would use her little body to please
him if the spanking stopped made him even more excited.  He looked up at
Eleanor; the fear and horror in her face as the hairbrush made a mess of
her little friend's bottom was fabulously arousing.  Now it was time to
spank Jemima really hard.
   CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!
   The hairbrush whacked down nineteen-to-the-dozen and Jemima screamed as
her bottom jerked about uncontrollably.
   CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  NOOOOOOOOOO!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
   CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  YOUR WILLY!  ANYWHERE!  PLEEEEEEEEEEASE! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Horace let the child off his lap and she jumped about, running in
circles, alternatively fanning her bottom and clutching it tightly as she
danced.  He looked up at Eleanor and pointed at his cock.  His daughter
stumbled over, knelt in front of the chair and began to suck his cock into
her throat as he watched little Jemima screaming and skipping as her fat
red swollen cheeks were waved in front of his face.
   After a few delicious moments of having his cock sucked and throated as
Jemima's theatrics subsided into howls and firm steady bottom rubbing,
Horace motioned Eleanor away and stood up.
   "Both of you!  Get onto my desktop!  I want you on your knees and
elbows, legs apart and bottoms up!  Quickly now!" Horace ordered.
   Still howling from her hairbrushing, Jemima rushed to obey.  Eleanor
followed after her, sobbing in fear of her strict father.
   Horace stood back and watched the girls getting into position.  They
were both quite ungainly as they clambered up onto his desk.  They had
already forgotten their modesty and, as they climbed up, their legs widely
separated showing him their anuses and pussies.  The girls slowly moved
down from resting on their hands to resting on their elbows so their
bottoms were presented as the highest points of their bodies.  As they
shuffled their knees apart and tucked them in until their knees touched
their elbows, their bottoms bulged out and the cheeks parted to expose
their anuses; between their legs their little pussies opened up to reveal
their coral pink interiors.
   Horace went to his implement collection and chose a carefully
sculptured, highly varnished, cylindrical wooden peg.  The peg was about
six-inches-long attached to four-inch handle; it was thin at the end, a
rounded quarter-of-an-inch and then gradually became thicker by way of a
number of ridges around its circumference.  Each ridge stood out from the
surface by a quarter-of-an-inch.  At a point five-inches along the length,
at the final ridge, the peg's diameter was almost two-inches.  Eleanor
started to wail as she saw it; she'd had it used on her before; her little
bottom hole hadn't closed properly for almost a week afterwards, and the
pain of the peg stretching her was more than she could bear.
   "Whaaaaaaaaa!  Daddeeeeeeeeey!  Nooooooooooo!" she wailed, "You can come
to my bedroom every night!  Put you willy in my bottom!  Not that thing! 
Pleeeeeeeeeease!  Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease!"
   Jemima caught onto the dreadful purpose of the thing in Mr Bultitude's
hand.  Her frantic pleas joined those of Eleanor's.
   "Boo hoo!  No, Sir!  Please, Sir!  Oh lawks!  I can't take it!  Boo hoo!
It'll ruin me!  It's too big!  I'll do anything!  Boo hoo!  I'll b...be
nice t...to your f...friends!"
   Horace smiled to himself; clearly Jemima still remembered how she had
been sent to him after a breakage in the kitchen and found him hosting a
small tea party of gentlemen and ladies.  Unfortunately it had been the
board of trustees of the local orphanage and poor Jemima had found herself
stripped naked for a very whippy caning on her hands and bottom followed by
a number of most excited adults having their way with her.  For now Horace
decided to ignore Jemima's pleadings, but he would be sure to take her up
on that particular offer next Thursday when the trustees met again.  He was
sure they would all be delighted to intimately re-acquaint themselves with
the little girl who had screamed and cried so prettily and finally wet
herself whilst the cane whipped away at her small bottom.
   Horace began to lubricate the peg with goose fat.
   "Spread your bottom cheeks!" he instructed.
   Two pairs of hands came back and two little bottoms were spread wide
apart revealing the prettiest little anuses.  Both girls had tiny
starfishes with small red holes at the centre.  Horace decided that Eleanor
should go first; she was always so sensitive to being stretched.  Her
squeals from earlier when his hard penis had done that job still echoed in
his head.
   Horace touched the end of the peg to Eleanor's little bottom hole.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeee!  Daddeeeeeeeeeey!  Noooooooooooo!" she wailed.
   Horace began to push the peg into the tiny orifice.  Eleanor squealed;
her bottom's constant stretching and use by her strict parent didn't make
it any less painful, though after only a few minutes Horace had her hole
stretched to over an inch wide.  The next few minutes were filled with most
terrible screams and outrageous sexual offers as his little daughter's
bottom was violated by the peg and stretched to the full two-inches. 
Eleanor's tear and snot soaked face looked back at him from where she had
twisted it over her shoulder, her eyes wide and tears flying off as she
frantically shook her head about.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NO, DADDEEEEEEEEEEY!  NO MORE!  THE PAIN!  IT'S TOO
BIG!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  STOOOOOOOOOP!  I BEG YOU!  YAAAAAAAAAAAH!  DADDEY,
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!  TAKE IT OUT!"
   Horace admired the way the tiny hole was stretched so tightly around the
peg.  He took a firm hold of the peg and began to withdraw it, the bumpy
ridges on it punishing the tiny hole on the way out.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  DADDEEEEEEEEEY!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!" roared Eleanor as
her bottom was hurt.
   As the peg exited Eleanor's bottom, her anus gaped by over an inch.  Her
howls of pain and humiliation filled Horace's ears as he examined her anal
passage and rectum.  Jemima's pathetic frightened crying excited him and
his cock quivered, pre-cum oozing out.  He re-lubricated the peg; he had no
doubt that Jemima's reaction would be considerably more exaggerated than
his daughter's.  He guided the end of the peg to the centre of Jemima's
spread buttocks where her anus was so rudely displayed and touched the end
of it to her little hole.  Jemima gave a wail of fear as she felt the
terrible thing, still hot from her little friend's bottom, touching her
intimate sensitive place.  Horace wrapped his left arm around Jemima's
body, holding it firmly so that Jemima was available to move away from the
terrible pain in her bottom caused by the stretching peg.  Jemima mewled
helplessly as she realised how strict the insertion was going to be. 
Horace's cock pulsed and more pre-cum oozed out.  He began to roughly
insert the peg.
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-A-EEEEEEEEEEEEE-A-EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Jemima screamed
continually as she was stretched, "NO MORE!  STOOOOOOOP!  IT HURTS!  TOO
BIG!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   After a while, Jemima's anus was almost an inch wide and the child's
roars and squeals were proving most exciting for Horace.  He correctly
judged that Jemima's untrained anus could not be stretched the full
two-inches, but an-inch-and-a-half would be a most salutary lesson in
obedience for the child.  He held on tightly with his left arm, almost
lifting Jemima off the desktop and pushed the peg up another inch or so. 
Jemima's ear splitting shrieks as her bottom was stretched wider than it
ever had been before almost made Horace ejaculate.
   "So, Jemima my dear," he panted, "shall I take it out now?"
   "YES!  NO!  YES!  NO!  YESSSSSS!" Jemima wailed, quite unable to decide
if she could face the terrible ridges punishing her bottom as the huge
thing was taken out.
   "Yes it is then, my dear!" Horace smiled and pulled the peg out in one
terrible squelching hard motion.
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!" Jemima's howling scream seemed to go on forever
as her gaping hole was displayed for Horace's intimate inspection.
   Horace licked his lips as he looked into the two gaping little holes;
now it was time for some severe discipline.  He went to the cabinet housing
his collection and selected a narrow heavy brown leather strap, almost
one-foot-long, half-an-inch wide and quarter-of-an-inch thick.  The strap
was incredibly supple and glistened with oil.  Many a naughty little girl
had learnt that when locked in Mr Bultitude's study, her little private
places could be spanked, strapped, caned, whipped or stretched in any way
Mr Bultitude pleased.  The screaming little girl would soon find that it
hurt so badly that even the most reserved child would soon be promising the
most revolting sex acts if only it would stop.  Horace showed the strap to
Jemima and Eleanor; both of them have received it before, but with their
anuses gaping wide open the strap likely to find its way inside them.  As
the girls saw what he was holding their fear took hold and their exciting
pleading began anew.
   "Bwaaaaaaaah!  Daddy!  No!  Please!" wailed Eleanor, "Your cocky!  In my
throat!  Every night!  Not the strap on my bum hole!  Pleeeeeeeeeeeease! 
Boo hoo!"
   "Oh, Sir!  Sir!  Please!  Oh lawks!  Not with that!" Jemima howled in
fear, "It'll kill me!  I'll come to your room every night!  You can put
your cocky in my wee-hole!  All the way in!  I'll be good!  I'll take it
all!"
   Horace stood behind Eleanor, his cock twitching; this would be a
first-class punishment for these two naughty little bottoms.  Eleanor's
anus still gaped wide as she obediently held her cheeks apart.
   "Don't let go of those bottom cheeks and don't you dare put your hands
in the way!" Horace ordered.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Boo hoo!  No, Daddy!" Eleanor wailed.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Eleanor's shrieks exploded as her
inner bottom cheeks, anus and even some way into her anal passage were
thoroughly strapped.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  DADDEEEEEEEEEEEY!  NOOOOOOOOOO!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Horace moved on to Jemima.  Her terrified face looked up at him from
over her shoulder.
   "Whaaaaaaaaa!  Please, Sir!  Anything!  Anything!" she begged.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-A-EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NYAAAAAAAA!" her tight-throated
shrieks erupted.
   Horace wasn't finished with her yet.
   THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!  THWUCK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  STOOOOOOOOOOP!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
Jemima screamed.
   Horace moved back behind Eleanor.  The terrified girl looked back at
him; she had clearly thought that her dreadful punishment was finished. 
Horace smiled at her and placed the strap over his shoulder.
   "Keep that bottom spread, Eleanor!" he grinned, "Plenty more to come!"
   Eleanor's horrified wails made his cock twitch and he began working the
strap hard onto his daughter's little anus as he screamed for him to stop.
   Horace had a marvellous time strapping the girls' little bottom cracks.
Each time one of the children thought the terrible punishment was over, he
would return and the helpless obedient girl would be required to present
her spread bottom to him for renewed punishment.  He quite lost track of
time and only when both girls' inner bottoms were a cross patch of swollen
red welts and their desperate entreaties had reached their most explicit
did he stop.  There was no sexual act, however appalling, degrading or
painful that had not been offered.  There was one in particular that Horace
looked forward to making the girls do, but it was so foul that he judged
that a strict caning was required to ensure their unerring compliance
during the act.
   "Both of you, on the mat facing the desk, stand apart, bend over and
touch your toes, bottoms up and out!  It's time you both felt the cane!"
Horace ordered.
   The girls' hands slipped between their bottom cheeks, feeling at their
welted holes as they both howled desperately.  Mr Bultitude was a horrible
cruel man.  At the back of their minds was the despicable thing they had
promised to do if only he stopped strapping their little holes.  They so
desperately hoped that he had forgotten all about it and would never force
them to make good on that promise.
   Eleanor and Jemima sobbed and wailed as they adopted the time-honoured
humiliating position, bent over, their legs straight, the tips of their
fingers touching their toes and their bottoms fully displayed for a strict
dose of the whippy cane.  They were a good four-foot apart allowing Mr
Bultitude easy access to position himself perfectly for each of their
canings.  They both wailed in unison as they saw Mr Bultitude choose a
three-foot-long yellow rattan senior girls' cane.  Made for cheeky madams
of fourteen years or more, it would be the most terrible punishment
implement for a small ten-year-old bottom.
   Eleanor felt the cane being laid across her bottom; she was going to be
first again.  She howled in terror of the dreadful bottom pain that was
going to arrive at any moment.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "A-YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGH!" she screamed, the pain from her bottom
transmitting itself instantly to her brain, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! 
EEEEEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOOOO!  DADDEEEEEEEEEEEY!"
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  MY BOTTOM!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!  STOP!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
STOOOOOOOOOOP!"
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "A-YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  I'LL BE GOOD!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  ANYTHING!  STOP! 
PLEASE!"
   "Stay in position, Eleanor!" Horace ordered, "I haven't finished with
you yet!"
   "DADDEEEEEEEEY!  NOOOOOOOOO!" howled Eleanor in dismay.
   Horace moved over to Jemima, who wailed in despair as she felt the cane
being held across her bottom.  Eleanor's screams as she was being caned had
gone right through Jemima and now she trembled, her bottom physically
shaking as she waited for her dreadful turn to start.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  SIRRRRRRRRRR!  NOOOOOOOOOO!" Jemima screamed; the
pain in her bottom was just unbelievable; she couldn't take any more!
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  SIR!  I CAN'T!  MY BOTTOM!  NO MORE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
she shrieked.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   Jemima disgraced herself; her bladder opened and she urinated, the
liquid gushing down her legs and splashing onto her bent-over face.  She
coughed and spluttered as she soaked herself.  Mr Bultitude shook his head
with a wry grin on his face; many of his friends thought it was amusing
when Jemima did that.  He lowered the cane and rested it against the tops
of Jemima's thighs where her little pussy lips peeped through; such a
disgraceful act could not go unpunished.
   "NOT THERE!  NOT THERE!  PLEASE!  ANYTHING!  NOT THERE!" Jemima howled.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
   Jemima shrieked in a way that any experienced ear hearing it would well
recognise as the sound of a naughty little girl who has found out just how
much a strict caning on her little pussy hurts.  Horace's cock bulged, its
veins sticking out; soon it would be time for a very special intimate
punishment.
   Horace returned to Eleanor.  Her bottom was dark red with thick juicy
purple welts across the buttocks and the whole area between her cheeks red,
swollen and bruised.  He laid the cane across her bottom and her desperate
eyes looked back and sought his out.
   "Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Daddy!  Please!  No!" she wailed desperately, "I'll do
anything!  Anything!  I promise!"
   You don't want other fifty with the cane, do you Eleanor?" her father
smiled.
   Eleanor shook her head desperately.
   "No, Daddy, no!" she wailed; her father's fifty stroke canings were
notorious.
   "You only want another twenty, don't you?" her father's stern voice
continued, "Then you'll be good for me?"
   "Boo hoo!  Yes, Daddy!  Only another twenty!  Then I'll be good!  I
promise!" Eleanor wept.
   "Hmmm, and you did promise something very nice for me earlier if I
stopped punishing your bottom hole!" her father's rich voice reminded her.
   Both Eleanor and Jemima mewled with fear; he was really going to make
them do that thing they'd promised earlier.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
THWICK!  THWICK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  I WILL DO IT!  I WILL BE GOOD! 
YAAAAAAAAAH!" Eleanor howled.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
THWICK!  THWICK!
   "NYAAAAAAAAAAAA!  MY BOTTOM!  IT BURNS!  YAAAAAAAAAAAH!  IT
HURRRRRRRRRTS!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   "You may rub, Eleanor!" her father said.
   Eleanor's hands went back and grabbed her scalded bottom.  She didn't
care who saw her private parts; she just had to stop the pain.  Horace
stood behind his daughter and enjoyed the sight of her whipped little
bottom being mauled and her genitals being opened for him.
   Horace moved behind Jemima.  If anything, Jemima's bottom was in a worse
state than Eleanor's.  The bruising was deeper and the thick cane marks
across the rear of her pussy lips and the backs of her upper thighs
complemented those on her bottom cheeks.  The thick strap marks emerging
from her bottom crack completed the picture of a thoroughly punished little
bottom.  He laid the cane across Jemima's bottom and was rewarded with a
wailing mewl.
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
THWICK!  THWICK!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  SIRRRRRRRRRR!  YAAAAAAAAAAH!  TOO MUCH!  I CAN'T!
NOT ANYMORE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!
THWICK!  THWICK!
   "A-YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH-A-YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  MY BUM!  MY BUM!  IT'S BROKEN! 
EEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEE!"
   Without waiting for permission, Jemima's hands went to her bottom,
rubbing and pulling.  Horace smiled; he'd visit her tonight with a nasty
little strap for her thighs to teach her not to rub without permission, but
right now his cock needed little holes to please it and, in their distress
at having their bottom cracks strapped, the girls had promised him
something quite special.
   "Jemima, you may stay kneeling.  Eleanor, fetch the bowl and kneel next
to Jemima."
   Still howling from the pain in their bottoms, the girls miserably
obeyed. It had been their own idea, what they had promised to make him stop
spanking their bottom holes with that horrible strap, but now they were
actually going to have to do it for him.
   Jemima pulled her bottom cheeks apart and Eleanor knelt next to Jemima
with her head resting against the side of her friend' whipped bottom.  She
held the bowl ready under her chin and opened her mouth.  Horace was
presented with two little holes side-by-side; Jemima's tiny anus and
Eleanor's obediently presented little throat.  Horace's cock pulsed rigid
in front of him; it needed to go deep into both of the girls' little
places. He placed its bulging end against Jemima's anus and began to push;
Jemima's squealing began.  Horace was in no mood for niceties; he rammed
his cock up her, almost lifting her off her feet, and began to pump
vigorously into her.
   Thrurrrrrrrrrrrp!  Thrurrrrrrrrrrrp!  Thrurrrrrrrrrrrp!
   "YEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!  TOO BIG!  TOO BIG!"
   Horace's cock moved in and out of Jemima's stretched little bottom. 
Despite previous use of her bottom hole by Mr Bultitude's large adult tool,
Jemima wailed and squealed as Mr Bultitude enjoyed her.  He pulled out of
her rasping dirty anus and his twitching cock was presented to Eleanor.
   "GARRRRRRRRRRRURK!"
   Horace fed his cock into Eleanor's terrified face, deep into her
convulsing throat.
   "GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  GURRRRRRRK!  GAK!  GAK!  BLURRRRRRPH!"
   Eleanor retched into the bowl she held in front of her.  Horace
reinserted himself into Jemima's bottom and she shrieked loudly at her
rough pounding.
   Thrurrrrrrrrrrrp!  Thrurrrrrrrrrrrp!  Thrurrrrrrrrrrrp!
   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  STOOOOOOOOOOP!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!  TOO HARD!  TOO
BIG!  STOOOOOOOOOOOP!
   Thrurrrrrrrrrrrp!  Thrurrrrrrrrrrrp!  Thrurrrrrrrrrrrp!
   The windy noises serenaded Horace's vigorous pumping of the little hole.
He was out of his mind with pleasure at having both little holes to enjoy
at the same time; the tight rubbery little bottom and the soft enveloping
little throat.  Eleanor wailed miserably; the taste of her friend's bottom
filled her mouth and throat.  Her father's big penis was pulled out of her
friend's stinking hole with a loud meaty plop and appeared in front of her
face again.  Her mouth opened and it was plunged down her throat.
   "GARRRRRRRRRK!  CURRRRRRRRRPH!  GURK-A-GURK-A-GURK-A!  BLURRRRRRRRRPH!
GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  GURRRRRRRPH!"
   Horace moaned in delight.  His balls tingled; he is going to cum soon.
He pulled his cock out of Eleanor's throat and thrust it into Jemima's
small reluctant anus for one last hard and fast shafting.  Jemima shrieked
as the big thing pistoned in and out of her sore strap-spanked hole. 
Horace withdrew his cock, quivering and ready to squirt.  He showed it to
Eleanor, covered with her friend's poo.
   "Daddy's ready to squirt now!" he wheezed, "Use your throat to make
Daddy squirt nicely!"
   Eleanor wailed in fear; if she didn't make her father do his squirts in
her throat just the way he wanted, then he and Nanny Renton would do things
to her that she'd never forget, just like they'd done to that poor servant
girl, Emily, only a few weeks ago.  Eleanor opened her mouth wide and
slowly took her father's cock all the way down her throat, then she began
to bang her head back and forward repeatedly, forcing his hard cock in and
out of her throat in rapid smooth strokes.  It didn't matter how badly she
retched, how sick she was, if she stopped before he squirted then her
bottom would never be the same again after Daddy and Nanny had finished
with it.
   "BLURRRRRRK!  GAK-A-GAK-A-GAK-A!  GURRRRRRRRPH!  A-GAK-A-GAK-A-GAK! 
CURRRRRRRRPH!  GURRK-A-GURRK-A-GURRK-A!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!"
   Horace roared with pleasure; his daughter's little throat was stroking
his cock to the point of no return.  He felt his balls drawing up and his
prostate starting to fire.  He screamed in joy as his daughter retched over
his cock and he began pumping his sperm into her tummy.  He moaned
deliriously as his thick gluttonous cum kept jetting out and Eleanor's head
kept moving, her throat pumping him dry.  Time seemed to stand still as he
came; it seemed to carry on forever until, eventually, he moaned in
glorious satisfaction and withdrew.  Eleanor retched horrifically into the
bowl as Horace happily watched her.
   Horace collapsed into a chair and watched the two girls begin to
miserably clean up after themselves, Jemima trying to mop up her pee and
Eleanor attending to splatters where she'd missed the bowl.  Horace's mouth
twisted into an amused smile.  He wondered if they ever noticed the
similarities between themselves; to him their likeness was quite striking.
Born to two different mothers within hours of each other, he was the father
to both of them; one born to his wife, the other to a fifteen-year-old
servant girl.  Both mothers had died in labour.  One girl had been brought
up in the lap of luxury, the other sent to the orphanage until she was old
enough to serve him.
   "Eleanor and Jemima!" he said, "Pay attention!  I have something
important to tell you!"
   The two girls looked up, their tear-filled eyes uncertain, fearful,
expectant.
   Horace smiled inwardly to himself; this was going to be interesting...
   DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact.  The two are very
different.
   
  
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