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THE CLASS P CHRONICLES - LET'S MEET CLASS P (MF/g, NC, spanking, ped, oral, anal)


CHAPTER 1 - The Classroom

The playground echoed with riotous laughter and play. Girls dashed about chasing each other, giggling and behaving just as young girls do. The warm early autumn sunshine spurred them to enjoy their play before the chill of winter set in. 

Set apart from the others a small group of six girls stood huddled together. They didn't run or play but stood still looking at the ground, serious, removed, they barely even talked. One of the girls cried continuously, dabbing at her eyes with a soaked handkerchief. None of the other girls came near them. Nobody dared to be seen associating with Class P. It was so against the rules that you might even end up in Class P! That was the last thing in the world that any girl in the school wanted. 

Everyone knew that the `P' stood for Punishment. There were stories, horrible stories, of what happened to girls in Class P. Unbelievable stories of bare bottom whippings, hot soapy enemas and teachers doing rude and nasty things. You couldn't believe everything you heard, but if you failed Class P then it was a one way trip to the Orphanage, and really bad things certainly happened there.

The six girls in class P were aged from ten to thirteen. The eldest, Jane, had just turned thirteen and had been in Class P for the last three years. She was a slim blond, her straight hair held back in a short pony tail. Her face was pretty and she had small budding breasts under her uniform.

After Jane there was Sasha and Jade who were both twelve. Sasha had shoulder length black hair and was small for her age. Although her skin was very white her face had a healthy red glow. The colour of Jade's skin was black and she had a pretty face and soft sensitive skin. Every morning started with tears as her severe mother brushed her hair hard and tied it into bunches with pretty red ribbons.

Next were Alice and Julie who were both eleven. Alice was cute with an imp-like face. Her brown hair was cut short and her face looked boyish. Her thin upper body flared out at the hips to accommodate a large soft bottom; seemingly out of proportion with the rest of her. Alice had been crying all playtime and her eyes were red and puffy. Julie was tall for her age, thin with a sweet face and mousey blond shoulder length hair. Her uniform skirts were always too short for her and left most of her long legs constantly on show. 

Penny was the baby of the class. At ten she had only been in Class P for three weeks. Her short blond hair was tied in bunches and face was freckled with a tiny snub nose. She was nervous and shaky. The experience of Class P, its humiliations and painful punishments, was new and scary for her. 

The bell rang for the end of playtime and all the girls lined up in their classes. Far away from the other girls Class P lined up. The bell sounded a second time and the girls began to march into the school. Class P started down the steps that led to the basement. Jane was the eldest so she led. The others followed in order of their age. They walked along dimly lit dusty corridors until they came upon an open door with light streaming out. The girls filed into the room. Buried deep under the school far away from the other classrooms, no one saw or heard what went on in Class P. 

The room was larger than might be expected with white walls and stark florescent light. There were six children's desks and chairs facing the front of the classroom where a large teachers desk stood and behind that a blackboard. Each girl stood behind their desks and began the humiliating process of taking off their pinafores and panties; only bare bottoms were allowed in Class P. As each item of clothing was removed it was neatly folded and stowed in the owner's desk.

As the tearful Alice removed her panties the source of her misery was revealed. Her cheeky little bum had been switched red raw. Cruel thin red marks covered both sides of her bottom and as she sat on the hard wooden chair she gulped and wriggled uncomfortably. 

Soon all the class were seated dressed only in little white vests and knee socks. How horribly exposed they all felt, all day every day. The fate of their poor little bare bottoms rested in one pair of hands, Class P's fearsome teacher Mrs Stuartson. In her tweed skirt and smart blouse with her hair pulled back in a tight bun she dominated the girls' every waking moment.

As the class sat, Mrs Stuartson pulled the heavy teacher's chair to one side of the desk facing the class, a sure sign that there was going to be a punishment. Only just before the break they had all watched Alice squeal her way through a horrible switching. Each girl desperately hoped that she wasn't going to be next. 

Mrs Stuartson spoke. "Welcome back from your afternoon break girls. I do hope you enjoyed yourselves. Now, before we were so rudely interrupted by the bell, I believe we were part of the way through teaching Alice to be more respectful to her Stepfather."

Alice started sobbing loudly.

"Now really my dear," said Mrs Stuartson, "you didn't think that I had finished, did you? That note from your Stepfather clearly stated that I had to teach you to be most respectful to him. Come out to the front please Alice, I want to give you the rest of your switching."

Crying miserably Alice took her bottom to Mrs Stuartson. When she got to the front Alice climbed up so that she was kneeling on the seat of the heavy teacher's chair. She held tightly onto the top of the chair back and stuck her bottom out rudely. Her nasty Stepdaddy had told Mrs Stuartson what position he wanted her punished her in. Being most respectful meant getting into this position so that her Stepdaddy could put his horrible big adult willy right up her bottom hole. Alice knew that nothing made his willy harder than seeing her little bottom after a hard thrashing. Seeing it after a double switching was going to make him do the nastiest roughest things to her. It was just so unfair!

Mrs Stuartson surveyed the whipped little cheeks in front of her. Her experience told her that although they were covered in red stinging marks, such a chubby little bottom could take plenty more. She picked up the cruel whippy switch still lying on her desk from before break. Her pussy began to throb. Damn it, she thought, I only just changed my panties during break! She touched the switch the sobbing little girl's red bottom and sawed it back and forth over the swollen welts. She was rewarded with wriggling and a frightened squeaking from Alice. 

"Stick it out more Alice!" said Mrs Stuartson, "Just how your Stepdaddy likes!"

Alice hollowed her back and her bottom crack pushed open revealing her pretty holes.

"Perfect my dear! Just right!" encouraged Mrs Stuartson. 

Mrs Stuartson raised the switch up behind her head. She loved to whip the girls hard.

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" wailed Alice.

The hard switching reignited the terrible sting in her bottom from the fifty strokes she got before break. Her bottom weaved madly as she tried to keep hold of the chair back.

"Control yourself please!" said Mrs Stuartson.

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BUM! IT STINGS!" yelped Alice

Instinctively her hands left the chair back and grabbed hold of her injured cheeks. As she pawed away at her red swollen skin she inadvertently kept opening up her little bottom hole to show off her Stepdaddy's favourite place.

Mrs Stuartson allowed Alice a few moments to humiliate herself and then smacked away at her hands with the switch. Alice wailed and put her stinging hands back on the chair back.

"That's better!", said Mrs Stuartson, "You keep them there this time. Your Mummy is going to be away all week and you're going to have to be most respectful to your Stepdaddy all the time, aren't you?"

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! YES MRS STUARTSON!

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I'LL DO IT! I'LL DO IT WHEN HE WANTS IT!"

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"NYAAAAAAAAAAAAA! MY BUM! PLEASE! I'LL LET HIM DO IT! STOP!"

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! PLEASE MISS! I'LL LET HIS FRIENDS DO IT TOO! PLEASE!"

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NO MORE! STOP! HE CAN DO ME WHENEVER HE WANTS!"

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! STOP MISS! PLEASE! I'LL BE GOOD!"

Mrs Stuartson stepped back and surveyed the damage. Alice's bottom was a throbbing mass of crossing swollen switch marks. 

"You may rub!" said Mrs Stuartson.

Alice clamped her hands to her big bottom and howled miserably. Mrs Stuartson whipped so hard it was unbearable. Her hands tried desperately to squeeze the sting out but only helped to spread her holes even more obscenely. Mrs Stuartson crossed over to a telephone mounted on the wall. She lifted the receiver and pressed a button to dial a stored number.

"Hello! Yes! That's her you can hear crying. Almost 100! She's been well whipped. Yes! I'll pass you over now!"

Mrs Stuartson handed the phone to Alice.

"Your Stepdaddy wants to speak to you, my dear." she said.

Alice took the phone and held it to her ear.

"Boo hoo! Boo hoo! Yes Sir. Yes Sir, I will be! Boo hoo! Yes, it really hurts! I promise I'll be good! Boo hoo! Yes Sir, most respectful! Please Sir! Don't make say it! Please! Not in front of class! Boo hoo! Please! I don't want more! Please! No! Boo hoo! Boo hoo!" Alice blubbed and handed the phone back to Mrs Stuartson.

Mrs Stuartson listened to Alice's Stepdaddy and then put the receiver down on the desk.

"Well young lady! It seems you still aren't doing exactly what you're told. Get back up on the chair, stick your bottom out and we'll see if a few more good hard ones with the switch do the job." she said. 

Sobbing miserably Alice did as she was told. She held the back of the chair tightly, pushed her bottom out and waited for the horrible pain to start. Mrs Stuartson raised the switch. She was going to make these extra hard.

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BUM! MY BUM!"

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH! STOP! PLEASE! I'LL DO IT! I'LL TELL EVERYONE! WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Mrs Stuartson laid the switch down and waited until Alice's howling had subsided a little.

"So Alice, what do you have to say to the class?" Mrs Stuartson asked.

"Boo hoo! Boo hoo! Being most respectful to my Stepdaddy means lettin' him put his willy up my bottom hole. Boo hoo! An' getting' spanked. An' lettin' his friends do it too. Boo hoo! Boo hoo!" Alice sobbed. 

"You may sit." said Mrs Stuartson, her hand waving towards Alice's desk.

Alice returned to her desk sobbing mournfully. She'd been whipped in front of the class many times but the humiliation of having to tell everyone what happened to her at home was too much. When she got to her desk she sat with her bottom pushed out behind her chair so as little as possible was on the seat and buried her head in her hands for a really good cry. Mrs Stuartson returned the phone receiver to its cradle and started to hand out the papers for the afternoon test.

There was silence in the classroom as the girls struggled with the test questions. No one wanted to come last. The reward for last place was a strict caning which always caused the recipient to howl and blubber remorselessly in front of everyone. At the front of the class Mrs Stuartson took down the large tub of lubricant and started to do her rounds. Every afternoon it was the same; every girl, from the eldest to the youngest in strict order, had her bottom hole well lubricated ready to be sent home.

Mrs Stuartson started with thirteen year old Jane. She lubed up her middle finger while Jane obediently moved backwards in her chair so that her bottom poked out behind it. After three years in Class P Jane's bottom hole was still tight and as Mrs Stuartson began to probe her anus Jane wriggled with the discomfort. The finger slipped up higher and Jane grunted softly. This was the easy part! When she got home her Mum would be waiting for her, just like every day after Class P. Her Mum was obsessed with Jane's poor little bottom hole. It seemed like her Mum could never spend enough time probing, examining and stretching her daughter's tight orifice. As always Jane would be treated to a horrible cramp inducing soapy enema that made her bottom hole burn and itch. And the size of the nozzle her Mum used now was huge! She just couldn't stop crying and wailing as her Mum firmly inserted it into her bottom. It was worst when her Mum's boyfriend was invited to join in. He couldn't wait until Mummy had finished stretching and hurting her and he could make use of the gaping little hole. Mummy always said such horrible things about her being a slut and tempting Mummy's boyfriend whilst he pushed his big willy in and out of her bottom. Mrs Stuartson was sliding her long finger in and out of Jane's hole and the rest of the class could hear the slurping sounds. A tear ran down Jane's cheek, then another. Mrs Stuartson left the crying girl and moved on to Sasha.

The small framed Sasha wriggled and twisted as Mrs Stuartson dealt with her little hole. For a very modest little girl the public humiliations and punishments of Class P hurt her desperately. Since her Dad had left home Sasha's Mum relied on Uncle James to make all the decisions. Uncle James had always loved to see her spanked until she was howling over her Mum's knees with her bright red bottom on show and her legs kicking apart as her Mum used that nasty big paddle of hers. It was Uncle James who had decided it was best for Sasha to go into Class P, Uncle James who examined her spanked little bum every day after school and Uncle James who, in the privacy of his study, took full advantage of Sasha's lubricated back passage. But Sasha had a plan! She thought, if she took enough bare bottom punishments and gave Uncle enough nasty sex he might let her stop going to Class P. It wasn't much of a plan but it was all Sasha had.

Next up was Jade. The girl's large soft bottom flared out over the seat end as Jade miserably watched Mrs Stuartson lubricating her whole hand. Jade's Mum had been using her young daughter to pay her debts for several years now. A severe woman, she was determined that her daughter should remain a virgin but quite happy that her little ass hole could be used to pay the rent. And if the men wanted to whip her little bottom into the bargain, well that was fine too. Mrs Stuartson inserted two fingers into the hole, then a third. Jade wriggled and made a whining noise.

"Jade, tell the rest of the class how many fingers I have in you." Mrs Stuartson instructed.

"Three, Miss." answered Jade.

"Your Mummy told me you had some `big' appointments this afternoon." teased Mrs Stuartson.

"Oh no! Please Miss!" said Jade tearfully.

Jade knew only too well what that meant. Not only did it mean that by the time she went to bed her bottom hole would be really sore and leaking all the squirty juice from the big adult willies that had been up her, it also meant that Mrs Stuartson was going to hurt her real bad.

"Up to the front of the class, my dear." Mrs Stuartson said.

Miserably Jade made her way to the front. The other girls watched her sympathetically. It seemed that Jade got this punishment time and again. Mrs Stuartson went into the storeroom and retuned carrying the `stretching chair'. A light but strong metal and plywood chair with arms. The unique feature of the chair was mounted firmly in the centre of the seat. An eye watering inch and a half thick rubber penis, five or six inches long; complete with moulded veins and a large glans. Mrs Stuartson hummed a little tune as she liberally lubricated the whole length.

"Come on Jade. You know what to do." said Mrs Stuartson holding the base of the rubber penis so that she could guide the tip.

Jade backed up to the chair and, sobbing loudly, started to sit down. Mrs Stuartson guided the girl's bottom down and positioned the tip of the penis against Jade's cringing anus. Mrs Stuartson put her free hand on Jade's shoulder and pushed her down onto the seat. 

"No! Please Miss!" Jade cried wriggling madly, "It's so big! It really hurts! I don't want it in me! Please! Please!"

Mrs Stuartson put both hands on Jade's shoulders and pushed more firmly. The glans of the penis rudely entered the young girl's hole and lodged about an inch in. 

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAH! IT HURTS! TAKE IT OUT! NO MORE! PLEASE!" wailed Jade.

Mrs Stuartson was resolute in her methods and she pushed down even more firmly. Jade resisted her efforts pushing up with her legs. In one deft movement Mrs Stuartson kicked Jade's legs out from under her. The rubber penis instantaneously thrust up her. 

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed, "NOOOOOO! TAKE IT OUT! WAAAAAAAAAAAH! TOO BIG! TOO BIG! MY BUM! MY BUM! YAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The whole class's bottoms clenched in sympathy. Calmly Mrs Stuartson took Jade's legs and one by one draped each over the arm of the chair until Jade's widely dilated anus and open pussy were on full view. She left the girl howling on her seat of pain as she carried on her rounds.

Next came Alice. Her bottom had already been well dealt with so Mrs Stuartson contented herself with inserting a good deal of lubrication into the sobbing girl's bottom hole.

"Yes Alice darling," said Mrs Stuartson, "we want it to be extra slippery today so that it's really nice for your Stepdaddy when you're most respectful to him."

Then Mrs Stuartson moved on to Julie. Her hand fondled Julie's pert bottom cheeks and she put her mouth close to Julie's ear. Julie shivered as she felt Mrs Stuartson's hot breath on her. This wasn't what normally happened! It could only mean one thing. Julie began to shake and a tear rolled down her face. Oh god! Her Mum had threatened this but she never thought she'd actually do it.

"I got a letter from your Mum, this morning!" whispered Mrs Stuartson conspiratorially, "Gosh! What do you think it said, Julie?"

"Boo hoo! Please Miss! Please don't say!" begged Julie.

"Oh but I must, Julie dear! I think every one should know. Don't you? Know how little Julie got presents from the man next door for taking her panties off for him! And letting him touch her! And kissing his willy! What else did he give you presents for, Julie?" Mrs Stuartson taunted.

Julie sobbed. This was just so unfair. Every week she had to visit her different Aunts and Uncles. She had to take her panties off for them so they could spank and cane her and touch her as they wished. She had to kiss her Uncles' willies and her Aunts' wee holes. The only difference was they gave her Mummy money instead of giving her presents. When her Mum found out about her getting the presents she was furious. It was a cold deadly fury, so instead of giving Julie a cane whipping on her bare bottom she simply told Julie she would write to Mrs Stuartson. 

Mrs Stuartson carried on "I'm going to punish you so hard, Julie. I can't even tell you the things I'm going to do! You're going to come home with me tonight. My husband is going to help me. He's even stricter with naughty little girls than I am. Go to the front of the class and stand with your hands on your head and your face in the corner. I'll deal with you and your little bottom after school."

Sobbing loudly Julie went and stood herself in the corner. She was so scared. This was all her Mum's fault. Mrs Stuartson was going to hurt her really badly and she'd said her husband was stricter than she was. Julie crying became even louder.

Mrs Stuartson moved on to little Penny. How cute she was. How she wriggled and shook with fear each time Mrs Stuartson went near her. Mrs Stuartson loved them like this. It made her pussy so wet and throbby. Today she had something special planned for Penny; her first taste of a blister spanking with the big paddle. But first there was an opportunity to humiliate Penny in front of her classmates. 

Mrs Stuartson started to apply the lubrication to Penny's anus. She slowly spread it around and gently probed the girl's sensitive hole. She felt Penny relax a little as the gentle teasing carried on. She stroked Penny's back lightly, lulling the little girl into a sense of security.

"You're a good girl really aren't you?" coaxed Mrs Stuartson, "You don't need to be here. You could be back with your friends."

"Ooooh! I'm a good girl Miss!" sighed Penny.

Mrs Stuartson's fingers moved from the anus to start rubbing and massaging the little girl's pussy. The super skilled fingers slipped and darted over Penny's most sensitive pleasure spots. 
 
"Oooooh Miss! I'll be a good girl! Really good!" moaned Penny.

She started to rub herself against Mrs Stuartson's busy fingers.

"Come out to the front of the class with me, Penny. I want you to show everybody how good you are." said Mrs Stuartson.

She led Penny out. The rest of the class knew what was happening. She always did this with a new girl. If only there was some way they could have warned Penny! But any attempt to ruin Mrs Stuartson's fun would earn the guilty girl a private trip to the class storeroom, where the most horrible things happened. Penny would still get her spanking anyway, so nothing would be gained.

Mrs Stuartson guided Penny to the teacher's desk.

"Climb up here and sit on my desk, darling. That's right. Face the class and put your feet up on the desk. Tuck them up near your bum. That's it, perfect. Now open those legs wide. Show everybody everything. That's it. You're such a good girl. Now close your eyes and think of something nice. I'm going to show the class how good you can be." 

Mrs Stuartson stood behind Penny and put her hand on the young girl's pussy. Her previous playing meant that Penny didn't resist but actually pushed her open pussy onto Mrs Stuartson's fingers for more attention. The class watched as Penny's little clit became turgid and Mrs Stuartson's clever fingers flicked rhythmically over the top of it. Penny moaned and wriggled as the pleasure between her legs built. 

"That's it darling! You just let it happen! I know all about Uncle Eric. I'm sure he does this for you, doesn't he. Is it every night before bed?" Mrs Stuartson whispered.

The class saw Penny's body start to stiffen. The mention of the naughty games she played at Uncle Eric's seemed to have pushed her over the edge. Mrs Stuartson knew all their secrets.

"The feeling's coming, Miss!" Penny gasped, "Please! Keep rubbing! It's almost there! I'm......! Ahhhhhhh! Oooooooh!"

The room was quiet apart from Penny's panting. Then Mrs Stuartson spoke.

"You dirty dirty little girl! In front of the whole class! Dirty girl!" 

"But Miss! You said I was being good! I only wanted to be good! I....." Penny voice quivered.

"Being good! Giving the whole class that display of your naughtiness! No wonder you're in Class P!" Mrs Stuartson crowed. "Now I'm going to show you properly what happens to naughty girls in Class P. I'm going to spank your bottom with my big paddle and I'm not going to stop until I've given you blisters. You don't even know what a `blister spanking' is, do you? Well you're going to find out now!"

Mrs Stuartson opened her desk drawer and took out a big paddle with many holes drilled in it. She sat down in her chair in front of the class and pulled the sobbing ten year old over her lap. This was going to be a long hard no-nonsense over the knee bare bottom spanking. 

Mrs Stuartson positioned Penny to her satisfaction and raised the paddle high.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! STOP! NO PLEEEEEEEEASE!" squealed Penny. 

Penny had never known pain like it. The spankings she had got from Mrs Stuartson had been awful, almost as bad as when she got the cane from her Mum. But this! It seemed like the whole of her bottom was going to explode! 

The class watched Mrs Stuartson paddling. She was doing it so hard that the paddle seemed to bounce off Penny's bare bum cheeks. Huge dark red marks appeared on the screaming child's skin. But Mrs Stuartson had a long way to go yet.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I'LL BE GOOD! WAAAAAAAAAH! STOP! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEESE MISS!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! IT HURTS! AHHHHHHHHHHHH! THE PAIN! STOP! PLEASE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BUM! I'M BLISTERED! PLEASE! STOP!"

"Don't be silly, child! Your bottom can take plenty more before it blisters!" Mrs Stauartson laughed.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! IT HURTS! WAAAAAAAAAAAH! I CAN'T TAKE IT! STOP! PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE! NYAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! IT STINGS! IT BURNS! STOP! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I BEG YOU! MISS! PLEASE! BWAAAAAAAAAAH!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BUM! THE PAIN! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! STOP! STOP! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NO MORE! PLEEEEEEEEEEASE! I CAN'T! NO MORE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! MISS! STOP!"

Penny's little bum and the tops of her thighs had changed to a dark burning red. The sit-upon bits of each cheek looked ready to blister. Mrs Stuartson prepared to give the final hard paddle spanks that would give Penny's bare bottom its first experience of a painful blister spanking.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MY BUM! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Mrs Stuartson had aimed all the five hard paddle spanks at exactly the same place on the crown of Penny's left bottom cheek. She was rewarded as a crop of blisters appeared on the cheek. She repeated the same for the right cheek.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! IT HURTS! THE PAIN! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Mrs Stuartson released the howling girl who clambered to her feet, her hands clasped to her bum holding the cheeks tightly. Squealing and wailing, almost blind with the tears streaming out of her eyes, Penny staggered around the room. Falling into the other girls' desks she couldn't think of anything apart from the atrocious pain of her blistered bottom. Mrs Stuartson ignored the howls and dancing of the spanked girl as she collected in the test papers and began to mark them.

Jane helped Penny to her desk and the poor girl sat howling with her bum jutting out through the back of her chair. Anything just so long as she didn't have to sit on it! Penny knew it would be horrible when she got home. Her Mum would see the blisters when she got her bedtime enema. Then she would want to show Uncle Eric. Then Uncle Eric would want some `private time' with his favourite niece so he could `nurse' her bottom. So Mummy would go out and leave her alone with Uncle Eric. Then Uncle Eric would get out the cane and take his willy out of his trousers. He loved to cane her. The cane would be whipped across her bottom and the backs of her thighs. Then, when he was really excited, his willy would be pushed up her bottom hole. Oh God! What was the cane going to hurt like on her blisters!

Mrs Stuartson looked up from her marking. 

"Well girls! Once again a poor performance from you all! But by far the worst, the most dreadful performance, was by one girl. A girl, who in a few moments, will show you all just how much a bare bottom can hurt for coming last in my test."

Mrs Stuartson went over to the cane rack and selected one of her longest, thinnest and whippiest canes. The class shuddered. It would rip the bottom up of whoever the unlucky loser was. Mrs Stuartson flexed the cane and whipped it noisily through the air.

"Sasha, will you come out here please!" Mrs Stuartson intoned.

Sasha's hand flew to her mouth in horror. Getting the cane from Mrs Stuartson was an experience to be feared. She shakily rose to her feet. Her pretty pussy with its swelling lips winked open as she moved her legs to get out of the chair. No wonder Uncle James used her so often and so roughly. On autopilot Sasha's legs carried her out to the front where Mrs Stuartson waited swishing the cane.

"Please Miss! I did try! Honest I did!" sobbed Sasha.

"I don't think you did, Sasha." said Mrs Stuartson, "I think a good hard dose of my whippiest cane will make you try harder tomorrow. Now then, how old are you? Oh yes, twelve years old. I think eighteen of the best will make you think. Now bend over, grab hold of your ankles and stick your bottom out."

"Boo hoo! Boo hoo! Please! Not eighteen, Miss! I've only ever had twelve before! I can't take eighteen! Boo hoo! It'll hurt too much! I'll never keep down for it! Please! Oh Please! Boo hoo! Boo hoo!" Sasha wailed.

"Oh you will keep down for it!" Mrs Stuartson countered, "And if you don't I'll cane you right between your bottom cheeks."

Sasha cried miserably. She'd seen Mrs Stuartson do that to Jane once. How Jane had squealed and squealed! Sasha slowly bent over, her hands sliding down her legs until they reached her ankles. She was almost bent double. She bent her knees in and hollowed her back so that her bum stuck right out.

Mrs Stuartson stood back and admired the cheeky bottom with its pale white skin. How beautifully it always marked when she whipped it. She drew back the cane. Sasha was going to learn a good lesson about hard discipline today.

THWICK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" squealed Sasha.

The cane had cut into little Sasha's bottom like a hot knife into butter. A pale white line appeared across the bottom and quickly became a vivid dark red. Sasha stamped her feet and wriggled her bottom with the pain.

"Yeow! Yeow! It stings! It's so hard, Miss! It's cut me! I'm going to bleed! Stop! Please!" Sasha begged.

Mrs Stuartson had no such intention. Her pussy was soaked and throbbing after her session with Penny. A hard caning for Sasha would be just enough to get her to climax.

THWICK! THWICK!

"YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BOTTOM! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Sasha legs swayed and her bottom moved up and down as the dreadful sting sunk in. Mrs Stuartson waited for her to calm down.

THWICK! THWICK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NO MORE! MISS! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! I'M SORREEEEEEEEEY"

Sasha's bottom bobbed around like a demented go-go dancer. 

"Please Miss! I've got to rub! Please let me! I'll get back down for you! I need to rub! Please! Please! Please!" Sasha wailed.

"Very well, Sasha. If you must!" sighed Mrs Stuartson. 

She stood behind Sasha so she could see between the girl's legs. Watching Sasha rub her whipped bottom was a real delight.

Sasha's hands came back up behind her and she grabbed a big fistful of each stinging cheek and pulled them wide apart showing her little holes to the audience behind. Then she stretched her cheeks this way and that while her holes winked open and closed. All the time she kept up a sobbing commentary.

"Boo hoo! My poor bum! It hurts so much! The cane really stings! Boo hoo! It burns! I'll do well in my test! The cane's too whippy! It stings too much! I'll be good now!" Sasha wailed.

Mrs Stuartson's pussy twitched at the sight. No wonder Sasha's Uncle James had that cock of his up her butt and pussy all the time. Putting on a show like that!

"Hands back." instructed Mrs Stuartson.

Sasha did as she was told and presented her bottom for the cane again.

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NYAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BUM! OH GOD! MY BUM! IT HURTS!"

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MISS! NO! NOT QUICK! IT HURTS TOO MUCH!"

Sasha's bottom weaved madly from side to side.

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! LET ME RUB! GOTTA RUB! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"

"You may rub!" agreed Mrs Stuartson.

She stood back and watched another pussy tingling show of explicit little girl bottom rubbing. She was going to cum any minute now.

"Last four, Sasha. Back into position." Mrs Stuartson instructed.

Sasha's bottom bulged back out.

THWICK! THWICK!

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! BWAAAAAAAAAAH! IT HURTS! I'M SORREEEEEEEEEY!"

THWICK! THWICK!

"NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BUUUUUUUM! WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"You my rub!" said Mrs Stuartson huskily as she stood behind Sasha.

Sasha's hands flew back and Mrs Stuartson began to climax as she watched the snivelling girl put on the best bottom rubbing show yet. Her pussy pulsed in pleasure as the orgasm wracked her body. Maybe next time, Mrs Stuartson reflected, she'd give Sasha twenty five strokes and see if the bottom rubbing was even more intense.

"Return to your seat." Mrs Stuartson told Sasha.

Sasha straightened up, her hands still clasped to her bum. She was crying buckets. The cane marks would still be all fresh and red when Uncle James inspected her bum after school. He'd tell her Mum that she'd been so naughty at school she deserved another punishment at home. Her Mum always agreed with Uncle James. Then they'd take up upstairs, Mum would strip her naked and paddle her bum all over the cane marks whilst she squealed the house down. And then the final nasty humiliation; being led by Mummy to Uncle James' study to be left alone with him for a little Uncle / Niece talk. This meant Uncle taking his trousers and pants off and pounding his big hard willy into her poor little bottom hole. However much she shouted Mummy never came to help. Afterwards Uncle would have her lick and kiss his willy until it got all hard again, ready for him to push it back up her bottom and start hurting her all over again. Uncle sometimes did it to her four or five times before he let her go up to bed to cry herself to sleep. She hated him so much.

Mrs Stuartson went over to Jade who was still crying with her anus helplessly impaled on the stretching chair.

"So Jade, do you think you're ready for your `big' appointments yet?" Mrs Stauartson teased.

"Boo hoo! Yes Miss, I am. Boo hoo! My bum has been really stretched, Miss. Boo hoo! They'll all fit up now. Boo hoo! It'll feel really nice for them. Boo hoo! Oh Miss, I'm gonna get whupped really bad tonight too! Boo hoo! Please can I get off now, Miss? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease! Boo hoo!"

"How are you going to get `whupped'?" Mrs Stuartson enquired.

"Boo hoo! Uncle Johnny paddles like hell! Boo hoo! An' Uncle Mickey makes me cut a switch. Boo hoo! He whups so hard! It hurts sooooo much! Boo hoo! An' Uncle Eddy, he's got a c-c-cane! Oh Miss, I can't sleep after he's caned me! Boo hoo! The pain! It's gonna hurt me! Boo hoo! Boo hoo!"  

Mrs Stuartson looked at the spread fleshy cheeks of Jade's bottom. She could well understand how her strict Uncles whipped her long and hard before relieving themselves in that flexible rubbery ass hole of hers.

She lifted Jade's legs off the chair arms and put her feet back on the floor. Then she went and stood behind Jade and put her arms under Jade's armpits. She put one foot up on the seat of the chair to keep it in place.

"Ready to dismount, Jade!" she instructed, "1 - 2 - 3!"

Mrs Stuartson pulled the girl up off the chair. There was a loud `PLOP' as the rubber penis came out. 

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah! My hole! My hole!" sobbed Jade.

Her hands clutched her bottom cheeks to stop the poo from coming out. Mrs Stuartson had caned her until she didn't know her own name last time that happened.

Mrs Stuartson looked up at the clock. Only five minutes to go.

"Girls, you are dismissed. I look forward to another day of your company tomorrow. Julie, you and I are going to spend a little time together now!"

The girls quickly got dressed and left the sobbing Julie to her fate.


CHAPTER 2 - The Storeroom

Mrs Stuartson closed the door behind the last departing girl. She walked over to the little girl dressed in just her vest and socks standing with her nose in the corner. Julie's crying became louder as she approached. So cute thought Mrs Stuartson, such nice long legs and such a pert little bum. She felt her pussy start to tingle again. She stood right up against the girl holding her with one hand on the shoulder, the other fondling the soft little bottom. She put her mouth next to Julie's ear.

"Well, my dear! Your Mummy must have been very angry with you to have given you to me for the night. Do you know what she said to me when I phoned her? Do you? She said I was to give you something you'd remember for a long time. And then I asked what I should do with you after. Do you know what she said, Julie? She said `You can use her as you see fit'. Both me and my husband are going to do that, Julie. What do you think of that, my dear?"

"Please Miss!" sobbed Julie, "Please don't hurt me!"

"Oh but I will, Julie! You won't be able to sit down for a week by the time I've finished with you! Now come with me to my storeroom."

Julie was crying loud frightened hiccupy sobs as she followed Mrs Stuartson to a locked door in a corner of the classroom. Everyone knew about the storeroom. It was where the very worst punishments happened. She'd never seen inside but she'd been there several times when, begging and pleading, Jane had been taken in. The door would be closed and locked and then there'd be the most terrible screams and squeals as she was punished. The punishments were long and there'd be quieter periods of sobbing wails and then the squeals and howling would begin again. When Jane was brought out of the storeroom she would be dancing with her bottom on fire, her face covered with tears and snot and her bum a red swollen mass of seething wheals. And between her cheeks her bottom hole would gape wide open so you could see right up.

Mrs Stuartson unlocked the storeroom door, turned on the light and propelled Julie in. Julie blinked in the bright light. A tight knot of fear gripped her tummy. This wasn't a storeroom, this was a purpose built little girl punishment room. The room was a cross between a gym, a toilet and a Doctor's examination room. In the centre of the room was a child size vaulting horse bolted to the floor. Restraint straps were fastened to the four legs of the horse. In the corner of the room was a toilet, a washbasin and a collection of enema equipment. There was a heavy low stool with restraint straps on its legs and over its top. There was a stout straight backed chair and an old well stuffed armchair. Along one side of the room was a Doctor's examination table. Next to it was a collection of scary looking stainless steel medical instruments and a selection of maybe ten or eleven different rubber and plastic butt plugs and dildoes. But the most stunning thing was almost a whole wall that was covered with hooks. From each hook hung a different punishment implement. There were thin straps, thick straps, belts, straight canes, bent canes, bath-brushes, hairbrushes, wooden paddles, leather paddles, wooden spoons, little whips, switches, even a birch. Everything a dedicated disciplinarian might need for a long hard little girl punishment session. 

Mrs Stuartson sat down in the armchair.

"So, do you like my store room, Julie?" she asked.

"Please don't hurt me, Miss! Please!" begged Julie.

"Take your vest and socks off." instructed Mrs Stuartson, "I want you completely naked."

Sobbing Julie did as she was told. She was so very pretty thought Mrs Stuartson. She could feel her pussy starting to get wet.

"Come here and stand in front of me, Julie. Hands on head." Mrs Stuartson said.

Julie obeyed. Mrs Stuartson's hand snaked up her legs and started to play with her wee hole, just like she'd done with Penny's earlier. Mrs Stuartson reached for the lubrication gel and smeared some on her fingers. Her hand went back to its business between Julie's legs. One of Mrs Stuartson's fingers slipped up into Julie's pussy. Mrs Stuartson was surprised at how easily it entered. She slipped a second finger up. Julie whined and wriggled.

"This hole is nicely stretched, Julie. How old were you when it was first stretched and who did it?" Mrs Stuartson asked.

"Boo hoo! I was nine, Miss. Boo hoo! It was Mummy that did it." Julie blubbed.

"How did she do it and why?" asked Mrs Stuartson.

"Boo hoo! She did it with her big plastic willy. Boo hoo! She said that it was so it would feel more nice for my Uncles when they put their willies up there. Boo hoo!" sobbed Julie.

"How many willies get put up there a week, Julie?" she asked.

"Boo hoo! Three Miss. Boo hoo! Uncle Jason only uses my bottom hole. Boo hoo! His willy's so big! It hurts so much! Boo hoo!"

"Do you have any Aunties, Julie? What do you do for them?" Mrs Stuartson asked, her pussy throbbing.

"Boo hoo! Yes Miss. Two Miss. Boo hoo! Auntie Susan and Auntie Emily. Boo hoo! I kiss their wee holes an' their bum holes too! Boo hoo! I hate Auntie Susan! She canes so hard! Even harder than Mum! Even harder than you, Miss!"

"Do all you Uncles and Aunties spank your bottom?" Mrs Stuartson enquired.

"Boo hoo! Yes Miss. An' cane me, an' strap me. An' Auntie Emily's got this really big hairbrush too! Boo hoo! I get spanked every night! An' my Mum does it as well. Boo hoo! Sometimes I get it twice when I get back from an Auntie or Uncle. Mum canes me if they've complained. She does it really hard! Boo hoo! It hurts! Boo hoo!"

"Oh Julie," smiled Mrs Stuartson, "you're so very naughty. No wonder everyone has to spank you so much. And afterwards, if they have to hurt you a little bit more to make themselves feel nice, well, it's no more than you deserve."

Mrs Stuartson got up and went over to where the punishment implements were hanging. She unhooked an unusual looking cane. It had a short wooden handle attached to a three foot length of what looked like fibreglass fishing rod, flexible, thin and very whippy. She turned to the medical instruments and picked up a scary stainless steel speculum. 

"Mmmm, well Julie. I think you remember a few weeks ago I had Jane in here. These are what I used on her. Do you remember what her bottom looked like? Inside and out? Did you hear her squeal when she got her whipping? Did you hear her wail when I stretched her bottom open? Shall I do the same to you? Is that what you want?" asked Mrs Stuartson.

"Boo hoo! No Miss! Please Miss! I'll do anything Miss! Anything you want! Please don't hurt me like Jane! I'll do whatever you tell me! I mean it! I'll be good! Please! Pleeeeeeease! Boo hoo!"

"Anything Julie? Well, perhaps I can think of something. Tonight I can be your Auntie Jenny and my husband can be your Daddy Andy. Of course, you'll still get spanked and caned but nothing like I do to Jane. 

"Oh Auntie Jenny I'll be really good for you. You can spank me all you like. An' I'll make Daddy Andy feel really nice too. You can tell me what Daddy Andy likes an' I'll do it for him. Please, just don't hurt me like Jane!" begged Julie.

Mrs Stuartson put the things she had used to threaten Julie with down and began to take off her tweed skirt. She slipped it off, folded it neatly and put it on the side. She was wearing black lacy knickers. Julie could see through the gusset that Mrs Stuartson's pussy was sticky and swollen with excitement. Mrs Stuartson unhooked a simple looking strap from the wall. It was black, about an inch and a half wide, thick and heavy. Mrs Stuartson pulled the stout straight backed chair into an open space and sat down on it. She turned and beckoned to Julie.

"Come on, my dear. I think we'll start by making that little bottom of yours nice and red. Your Daddy Andy likes a little bottom to be spanked bright red before he starts with his punishment. He says he likes little girls to squeal loudly!" she said.

"Boo hoo! Boo hoo! Yes, Auntie Jenny!" sobbed Julie.

Julie slowly crossed over to Mrs Stuartson and climbed across her knees. She could feel her teacher's bare legs against her naked body. Why did her aunties always like to feel her naked body against them when they spanked her?

Mrs Stuartson admired the cute little bum across her lap. She placed one hand firmly in the small of Julie's back and raised the strap with the other. This little bottom was going to be getting very red and stingy.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

"Yeoweeeeee! Owwwww! Waaaaaaaah! It's stinging, Miss! Oweeeee! I mean Auntie!" wailed Julie.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

"Waaaaaaaaaaaah! It's hard! It's hurting. Please Auntie! Stop! Yaaaaaaaaah!"

The little bottom was starting to heat up now but Mrs Stuartson was only just getting into her stride. She started to bring the strap down much harder.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NOOOOOOO! AUNTIE! WAAAAAAAAAAAH! I'LL BE GOOD! IT'S TOO HARD!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEE! IT HURTS! PLEASE! STOP! WAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Julie's tight little bum was getting nice and red and she was twisting with pain across Mrs Stuartson's lap. The naked child's wrigglings felt good against her naked thighs. Oh how that squealing and wriggling made her pussy throb. She could see welts starting to rise up on the surface of the burning bottom.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! NOOOOO! MY BOTTOM! IT HURTS! I BEG YOU! AUNTIE! PLEASE! NOOOOO!"

For the next ten minutes Mrs Stuartson solidly strapped the howling little girl's bottom until it was dark red and heavily welted. She let Julie up and admired the sight of the pretty girl jumping round the room rubbing her scaled cheeks. Mrs Stuartson's pussy was desperate for attention from her new little niece. But she wanted to prolong the pleasure and there were a few other tasks to complete in order to prepare Julie for her husband.

Mrs Stuartson went over to the enema equipment. She calmly selected a medium nozzle of about an inch wide at its thickest. Her husband liked to be able to fit in but also for the girl not to be fully stretched so he could enjoy punishing her bottom hole. Then she filled the enema bag with warm water from the sink and lubricated the nozzle. She looked up at Julie, who was still wailing and rubbing her punished bottom.

"Well Julie, it's enema time! My husband will punish your bottom hole with his willy so he will want you to be nice and clean for him. Come over here, kneel down and stick that bottom out!"

"Ooooooh, not an enema Auntie!" sobbed Julie, "Please don't! I only get those when I've been really naughty! I hate them so much! Please don't!"

"Now listen to me, Julie!" Mrs Stuartson snapped, "My husband likes little bottom holes that he punishes with his willy to be nice and clean. And your bottom hole is going to be very clean by the time I've finished with it. If you want a session with my special cane before your enema, then I'm happy to provide it!"

Julie tripped and stumbled in her efforts to get straight over to Mrs Stuartson and kneel down. Once she was in the required position Mrs Stuartson began to insert the nozzle. It was clear that Julie's bottom had been stretched before but it was still an uncomfortable experience for the girl.

"Auntie, please! It feels so big! It hurts! I don't want it up there!" Julie sobbed. 

Mrs Stuartson just carried on inserting it until almost the whole five inch length was embedded in Julie's reluctant little bottom hole. Then Mrs Stuartson released the clamp and the water started to flow into Julie's rectum.

"Waaaaaaaaah! Auntie Jenny! Nooooooo! It hurts! I don't like it! Boo hoo! Stop it! Pleeeeeeeease! Bwaaaaaaaaah! I'm cramping! Stop! Stop! Please! It'll be really clean now! You don't have to do any more! Please Auntie Jenny! Pleeeeeeeeeeease!"

Mrs Stuartson checked the enema bag. It was almost empty. She let the final part of the enema flow into the pleading little girl's bottom and then re-clamped the tube.

"Please Auntie Jenny! I've gotta go! I've gotta go!" pleaded Julie, rubbing her swollen tummy, "It's going to come out if I don't! Honest it is! I can feel it!"

"It needs to stay in to clean you properly, Julie! You can go after another five minutes." Mrs Stuartson said.

For the next five minutes young Julie sobbed bitterly and wailed as her tummy cramped. Mrs Stuartson smiled brightly as she enjoyed the excellent punishing effects of a good enema. After five minutes she positioned Julie over the toilet and removed the nozzle. The wailing girl did toilet and then suffered the further indignity of being intimately cleaned by Mrs Stuartson. But there was worse to come.

"Well Julie, I have a little bit of bad news for you." she said, "While my husband likes to see a red bottom and insists on his girls being clean, there's one thing he likes even more. Can you guess what it is, Julie?"

Julie shook her head, the tears dripping down her face.

"He likes to see that a little girl's wee hole has been properly spanked too!" Mrs Stuartson smiled.

Julie started to wail.

"Oh yes! He likes that naughty bit between the legs to have been smacked good and hard. I'm going to use a ruler to spank you there now, Julie. Get up on the examination table and get those legs apart. Right now!"

Sobbing pitifully Julie got up onto the examination table and spread her legs. Her little pussy and the sensitive area all between her legs was fully exposed to Mrs Stuartson's wicked gaze. Mrs Stuartson took a long restraint strap and fastened one end around one of Julies knees, passed the strap under the examination table and fastened the other end to Julie's other knee. Julie's legs were pulled wide apart and she was unable to close them. Mrs Stuartson took a small thick wooden ruler off a hook and showed it to Julie.

"This is going to sting, my girl! You'll be good after a dose of this!" she smiled.

Mrs Stuartson stood at the head of the examination table looking down Julie's body. She took Julie's hands in one of hers holding them in a vice like grip. Then, holding Julie's hands out of the way, she started to spank her pussy hard with the ruler. 

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAH!" squealed Julie, "STOOOOOP! IT HURTS! WAAAAAAAAAAAAH! THE PAIN! I CAN'T STAND IT!"

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! NOT THERE! ON MY BUM! ANYWHERE! NOT THERE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

"YAAAAAAAAAH! AUNTIE! NOOOOOO! THE HURT! EEEEEEEEEEEEE! I'M BEGGING! PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!"

Mrs Stuartson carried on until the small pussy was red and swollen. She released Julie's hands and let the howling child nurse the stinging parts between her legs. After removing the restraint strap from Julies knees Mrs Stuartson took her sodden knickers off and sat back in the armchair with her feet up on the seat. She spread her legs open so that her soaking lust inflamed pussy was ready for her new little niece to make feel nice. 

"Julie!" Mrs Suartson called, her voice thick with lustful passion, "Stop that silly crying and come and show Auntie Jenny what a good girl you can be."

Sobbing and still rubbing her sore pussy Julie came to Mrs Stuartson and knelt between her legs. 

"You know what Auntie likes, don't you?" encouraged Mrs Stuartson.

She watched as Julie's head bent down between her legs. The first thing she felt was the girl's hot breath on her sex. Then the exquisite pleasure of an eager to please little tongue flicking and teasing her swollen clit. She sucked air in through her teeth. The pleasure was so intense. She needed it to last longer.

"Tongue my bottom hole!" she instructed.

Julie's obedient tongue began to probe and swirl in Mrs Stuartson's ass. She felt her pussy spasm. This girl was really well trained. Her Mum must have hours of fun bringing her up to this standard. She let Julie carry on with her noisy oral bottom hole work until she couldn't resist the need to climax any longer.

"Back between my legs!" she demanded gruffly.

Julie knew what she wanted and sucked her whole clit greedily. Mrs Stuartson experienced a massive climax. She arched her back and wrapped her legs around Julie's face, humping Julie's head with her rhythmically contracting pussy. After a few moments the crisis passed and a contented Mrs Stuartson released the suffocating girl who gasped great lung-fulls of air.

"That was very nice, my dear." she remarked, "If you'd like to pop your clothes back on we can get back to my house and I'll get you ready for my husband."

The drive back to Mrs Stuartson's was an uneventful fifteen minutes. Julie kept looking at the whippy fishing rod cane and stainless steel speculum that Mrs Stuartson had brought along. Julie remembered Jane's bottom and knew that almost anything had to be better than being punished with those. When they arrived the house was a pleasant detached one with a large garden. Julie was ushered inside and led upstairs to a locked room. Mrs Stuartson unlocked the door and showed Julie in. 

At first glance the room appeared to be a normal little girl's bedroom; pretty pink wallpaper, a single bed with a girly design on the duvet cover, a small white wardrobe and a little dressing table and chair. Then, with a mind-numbing jolt, Julie noticed that everything had restraint straps on; the bed legs, the chair, even the legs of the dressing table. Mrs Stuartson smiled as Julie began to cry. The girl was obviously noticing things. Mrs Stuartson opened the wardrobe for Julie to see. The inside of both doors of the wardrobe were hung with a large collection of punishment instruments. Humming to herself, Mrs Stuartson picked a nasty looking paddle and a three foot bendy crook handled cane off their hooks. The wardrobe itself was full of little girl clothes. Mrs Stuartson picked a set of cute cartoon character pyjamas off the rail and a little teddy bear off the shelf. The pyjamas were far too small for Julie but Mrs Stuartson knew that would only emphasise her budding breasts and swelling bottom. She took a large tube of lubrication gel out of one of the drawers and put that on the bed as well. Then she sat down and explained to Julie exactly what her husband liked and exactly what the consequences would be for Julie's little bottom if she didn't please him.


CHAPTER 3 - The Bedroom

Andrew Stuartson arrived home. It had been a long hard day and he was tired. He opened the door, hoping to hear his wife clattering around somewhere, but he was met with silence. He sighed, perhaps she was out at a bridge night or working on one of her child discipline committees. The he noticed it, pinned to the handrail of the staircase, a folded message. He heart rate doubled and he felt the tingling in his groin as the blood started flowing to his penis. With a shaking hand he picked up the note and read.

"Darling,

A little treat for you! She's in the bedroom waiting. She's eleven years old and her name is Julie. Her Mum has punished her for playing with herself but wants a man to give her a sex punishment. I said that you would like to help. I've left the paddle and cane out for you to use on her too. Have fun!

Love Jen
xxxx"

Andy slowly climbed the stairs. He could see the light streaming from under the door of the punishment bedroom. Slowly he opened the door.

The pretty girl was kneeling on the bed cuddling a little teddy. She had on those really sweet pyjamas that he liked so much. Her pouting little face made his cock so hard. Just wait until he started to make her cry and wail. But first it was time for some intimate fun.

"Hi Darling!" he said kindly, "What's your name!"

"I'm Julie." the girl sniffed.

"Why are you kneeling like that, Julie?" he asked.

"Sniff! Sniff! `Cause my bum's too sore to sit down. Sniff! Mummy gave me a belt spankin' on the bare. An' she smacked me with the ruler `tween my legs!"

"Why did she do that, Julie?" he probed.

"Sniff! 'Cause I was touchin' myself. An' she caught me. I didn't mean to do it! But it makes me feel nice!"

Andy slipped his hands up inside the pyjama top and felt at the girl's little budding breasts.
"These are nice, Julie. Have you had them long?" he asked.

Julie shook her head.

"They only started comin' a few months ago. My Mum says I'll have big ones like her. They go all funny and hard if they're touched. Makes me funny down there!"

Andy felt Julie's nipples at the tips of her little cone breasts stiffen as he stroked them. He slipped his other hand down the back of her pyjama bottoms. He could feel how hot her spanked bottom was and how the ridges from the strapping covered the whole surface. He pulled his hand out and slipped it down the front of her pyjamas to feel her pussy. He slipped his fingers over the lips. He could feel it had been well lubricated ready for him. His fingers slipped and teased. Julie shut her eyes tight. It was so unfair, she was being punished but she couldn't stop her body responding to the clever busy fingers. She parted her thighs to allow him better access to her. The fingers started to rhythmically stroke as she pushed her pubis out to him. Her tongue peeped between her lips as her breathing became harder. The slick noises from between her legs seemed loud in her ears. He was going to make it happen soon. A few more minutes! She gasped and wriggled against him as the feeling came. Then the humiliated tears followed. She knew her bottom would pay.

"Pull down your pyjama bottoms and take them off." he instructed.

Julie did as she was told. Andy looked at the beautiful sight of the red belt spanked bottom cheeks and the red sticky pussy. He undid his belt and pulled his trousers and pants off. His cock popped out into view. It was big. Julie bit her lip; none of her Uncles had one that big. It must be eight inches long and an inch and a half thick. Julie cried a little more. This was going to really hurt.

"Kiss my willy!" he demanded.

Julie bent forwards on her hands and knees, opened her mouth as wide as she could and took the glans into her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the top of the smooth sensitive top, just the way she knew her Uncles liked. She could hear Uncle Andy making those little pleasure moans. She felt Uncle Andy's hand on the back of her head pushing her down on him. She knew he wanted his willy to go into her throat. Tears sprang to her eyes; it was so big, this was going to be horrible.

"Gaaaaaaak! Glurk! Guk! Guk! Guk! Curruph! Guk! Guk!" 

The big hard cock slid in and out of Julie's throat as she gagged over it. He pulled it out so he could listen to her sweet pleading.

"Boo hoo! Daddeeeeey Andy! Please don't! Not like that! Do it gently! Please Daddeeeeeey! Boo hoo! It's hurting my throat! I'll take it all! I promise I will! Just let me try! I....... Gurrrrph! Gak! Gak! Gurrrrrk!"

Andy put his cock back down Julie's throat for another hard session. His cock could stay hard forever without him cumming until he decided to. She looked so cute with his big willy stuck into her mouth and her red bottom and pussy. 

Julie began to learn her hard lesson that Daddy Andy demanded the most severe obedience from his little girls. The front of her pretty pyjama top became soaked with a mix of her gagging spit and his pre-cum. Andy repeatedly pushed his cock down her throat whilst she cried and pleaded with him. Eventually he pulled it out. He was ready to make her bottom really sting now. He picked up the paddle and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Get across my knees, Julie." he said, "I'm going to help your Mummy teach you a really good lesson."

Julie climbed over his knees. She looked up at him her eyes wet and pleading.

"Please Daddeeeeey! I'll be so good! I'll make your willy feel so nice! Pleeeeease! I've had an enema an' my bottom hole's all clean! You can stick it there! I'll take it! Oh Daddeeeeeey! Don't spank me more! I'm so sore! Pleeeeeeeease!" she begged.

Andy loved to hear her plead, but not as much as he wanted to hear her squeal. He rubbed the paddle across her bottom and watched her squirm in dreadful anticipation. 

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! TOO HARD! STOOOOP!"

Andy never spanked less than full force and he let Julie know she was getting the bare bottom spanking of her young life.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! BWAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BUM! MY BUM! DADDEEEEEEEY! STOP!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"YEOOOOOOOOOOW! IT HURTS! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I'M SORREEEEEEEEEY! I'LL NEVER TOUCH AGAIN! YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO! IT'S SO HARD! STOOOOOOOP! DADDEEEEEEEEEEY! PLEEEEEEEEASE!"

Andy kept on spanking. He loved it when their bottom cheeks started to swell up and they lost control with their kicking. The way her naked lower body rubbed against his exposed penis was delightful. He spanked even harder.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! STOP! THE PAIN! WAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BUM! NOOOOOOOOOOO! PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!"

He carried on spanking away with the paddle as the howling girl humiliated herself over his knee, begging and promising the most disgraceful acts if only he would stop. When he had spanked her bottom a vivid red and it had swollen to almost twice its size he let her off his knees. She clasped her hands to her bottom and jumped about from one foot to another on the tips of her toes. Her mouth was a perfect O from which hoarse howls and wails still carried on coming.

Andy lay her down on the bed on her side. He lubricated his hard cock and lay down behind her. He held his cock and positioned it at the entrance to little Julie's vagina. He started to push up, one hand on Julie's shoulder to keep her in place. The head of his cock squeezed in to her tight sensitive little place.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaah! Daddeeeeeeeeey Andy! Nooooo! You're too big! It hurts!" Julie cried.

Andy carried on pushing up. He had several inches of his cock in now. 

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeigh! Noooooo! Stop it! I'm too small. It won't fit! Bwaaaaaaaaah!"

Andy had a good four or five inches up and he started to push himself in and out. The slippy squelchy noise accompanied Julie's miserable wailing.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaah! It's hurting. I'm sorreeeeeeeeeeey! Don't hurt me anymore! I'll be good! I'll do whatever you want! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease! Daddeeeeeeeeeeey! Stop it!"

Andy carried on. How nice it felt! Slipping in and out of such a naughty girl's little hole; all in the name of strict punishment. He withdrew his hard quivering cock. He loved to cane naughty girls. How they squealed when they were getting it! When he'd finished caning her then he was going to show her how much a bottom hole punishment from a big man's hard willy could really hurt. His cock jumped at the thought. He picked up the cane and flexed it in his hands.

"Time you got your bottom caned hard, Julie!" he grinned. "Stand on the mat and touch your toes. Keep those legs straight and push that bottom out!"

"Boo hoo! Please Daddy Andy! My wee hole's so sore. You made it sore! I don't want the cane! I hurt too much! Please, no more! Boo hoo! Boo hoo!" Julie wept.

She slowly climbed off the bed holding her sore pussy and crying fearfully at the prospect of a bare naked caning. All the time Daddy Andy swished the cane through the air so it made a scary whoosing sound. Blubbering noisily Julie bent over and touched her toes. Andy stood back to admire the sight of her swollen red bottom the crack wide open showing her pink little bottom hole and protruding pussy, the lips of which gaped open.

He lined the cane up across her bottom. Oh yes, this was going to sting her nicely! His cock throbbed angrily as he readied himself.

THWICK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! DADDEEEEEEEEEEY! NOOOOOOOOO!"

Julie waved her bottom madly trying to stop the sting. A dark red line appeared across the sitting down parts of her bum. Her hands fought to stay touching her toes.

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! STOP! I CAN'T TAKE IT! PLEEEEEEEEASE! MY BUM!"

Julie's hands jumped up to grab at her scaled bum. She managed to stay bending over but tottered around as she rubbed and howled. Andy watched appreciatively as she inadvertently pulled her cheeks apart and opened her holes for him.

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH GOD! MY BUM! MY BUM! STOP! DADDY! PLEASE! I'LL BE GOOD!"

Julie howled and rubbed. Still partially bending over with her bum out she barely seemed aware of the show she was putting on for her audience. A string of pre-cum leaked out of Andy's straining cock.

"Hands down and stick that bum out!" he commanded.

Desperate to please, Julie did as she was told.

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! MY BOTTOM! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she screamed.

Julie pranced around the room her hands clamped to her burning cheeks.

"YEEEEEOW! OWWWW! WAAAAAAAAH! NO MORE! DADDY! NO MORE!" she begged.

But Andy had other ideas.

"Kneel up on the bed and get that bum up and your head down! If you're good and keep those hands out of the way, I might only give you another ten!" he instructed.

"Boo hoo! Oh no! Please Daddy Andy! No more cane! Do my bottom hole now! No more cane! Pleeeeeeeease! Oh pleeeeeeeeeease!" she sobbed.

But like a good little girl, even as she begged for leniency, she climbed up onto the bed and got her head down and bottom up. She hollowed her back so her bum bulged right out at him. The wriggling red cheeks begged for more hard cane.

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH! IT HURTS! DADDEEEEEEEEEEY! STOP!"

Julie rubbed and pulled at her stinging cheeks. Her howling wails filled the room. Andy flicked her hands away with the cane. He wasn't finished yet.

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY BUM! NO MORE CANE! BWAAAAAAAAAAH! USE YOUR WILLY ON ME! PLEEEEEEEEASE! JUST NO MORE CANE!"

More smacks on her silly hands with the cane.

"YEOOOW! OUCH! YEEEEE!" she squealed and took them away. 

Andy's cock needed hard sex. He had to finish this quickly.

THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" 

Julie's repeated squeals told him she was properly punished. He squeezed lube onto his cock and smeared it on. Holding her hands out of the way with one of his hands and grasping the base of his cock with the other he rested his glans against her tightest, most private, hole. Then he pushed hard and the pre-stretched hole opened to accommodate the big girth of his cock end.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yeow! Yeow! Yeow! It hurts! Daddeeeeeeeey no! Pleeeeeeeeease! Don't stick any more up! It's too big! Owwwwwwwey!"

Andy pushed another three inches in.

"AAAAAAAAAAH! TOO MUCH! STOP IT! OH GOD! MY HOLE! DADDEEEEEEEY! NOOOOOOO! STOP IT!"

Andy pushed another three inches up. A whole six or seven inches up now. He heard Julie gasping and felt her wriggling become frantic. 

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! TOO MUCH! I CAN'T! I CAN'T TAKE IT! YAAAAAAAAAAH!" she wailed.

Andy began to slowly pull out and push back in to her bottom hole. His cock appeared and then disappeared in to Julie's accommodating back hole. He enjoyed Julie's wails and cries as slowly and surely his cock gave her bottom hole the severe punishment it required. His cock began to jerk and spit of its own accord. He knew he wanted to cum now. He was so hard as his cock slipped in and out of her little hole. Gasping and grunting he delivered orgasmic spurt after spurt of cum up her young bottom. When he had finished he withdrew from the sobbing girl with a slurpy plop and watched his cum dribbling out of her.

Andy couldn't wait until his wife started her new job as head of the local orphanage. No parental consent required, just a stream of little girls on tap to visit his special bedroom for the strictest most intimate punishments. Andy idly wondered if the girls of Class P would miss his wife. Apparently their new teacher was a real terror in comparison. He laughed out loud. They'd soon learn.




DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact. The two are very different.
