Welcome to the world of Little Girl Discipline; a world where adults enjoy strictly disciplining little girls' bare bottoms (and other places). I do hope you enjoy this story. I am always looking for inspiration so please email me at littlegdiscipline@mail.com and share your experiences / thoughts.

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HALF TERM (M/g, F/g, NC, spanking, ped, oral, anal) 


PART 1


A school hall; there is hush apart from the scratching of pencils on paper. About forty year 2 girls sit in single desk rows studiously work on their exams. All aged ten or eleven they have revised hard ready for this geography paper. At this rather select school for girls nothing less than the best is expected.


Jane looked around her. There was definitely no one watching. She stole another look at Susan's paper. Some diagram about how a river flows. Jane half remembered her revision, something to do with erosion. It was definitely the question about a river course. She tried to mimic the drawing as best she could see. If only she could just look a bit more and read some of the words. If only she had worked harder and not spent so long looking out of the window!


She just had to pass this exam. She was going to be in so much trouble if she didn't. Her Mum worked away from home and there was no way she could afford for someone to look after Jane. She'd only got into this school because her Uncle knew the Headmaster. He wasn't her real Uncle anyway; just someone who knew her Mum. She didn't like him anyway. He was always ogling her bum and trying to look up her skirt. Mum was terrible though. She always seemed to find an excuse to get Jane stripped down to her knickers when Uncle was there. It was awful. Jane looked at the clock. She'd just lost half an hour day dreaming. What was she going to do if she failed this exam? Her Mum was going to kill her!


The Headmaster's office was traditional oak and leather. She stood in front of the desk while he sat in his big leather chair. He'd explained calmly how they videoed the exams nowadays to detect cheats. He'd shown her the pictures of her looking at Susan's paper. He'd shown her how she hadn't even copied the right diagram for the question she was answering. Then he'd told her she was to be expelled. No argument, no debate, there it was, final. He'd called her Mum and told her. Then he had left Jane on the phone with her Mum for a private Mother - Daughter discussion.


Jane expected her Mum to be furious, but she wasn't, just ice cold and directive. As the tears dripped down Jane's face her Mum explained exactly what Jane was going to have to do to sort things out. The way her Mum explained it there seemed no other way. It all started with Jane having to write a letter to her Uncle. Later that afternoon, her eyes sore from the many tears she had shed, Jane finished her letter. She read it through one more time to check it said everything her Mum had told her to put in.



Jane Bartholomew
St. Angela's Girl School
Dorset


Dear Uncle,

Please can I beg you to help me? I have done a very bad thing and cheated in my Geography exam at school. I am being expelled and Mummy cannot look after me because of her job. I know that I got my scholarship here because you know Mr. Jenkins my Headmaster. Please can you talk to Mr. Jenkins so that I am not expelled? Uncle, I will really love you if you do this and Mummy has told me how I must pay you.


Mummy says that because I have done a very bad thing now bad things must happen to me. She says that I must pay you for helping by letting you punish my bare bottom as much as you want for a week. She says that you like to look at naked little girls and that you have a cane to really hurt their bottoms with. Mummy says that my bottom is nice and round and firm and that you will really enjoy hurting it. I will be good when you punish me. I will do what you tell me. I know that I will cry because of the hurt but I won't make a fuss about doing what I'm told. I will get undressed when I'm told to or wear anything you want me to. I will bend over any way you want and always push my bottom out while being punished. Mummy says there are other things you will want me to do like my gym exercises in the nude or being nice to your friends. I promise I will do what I am told to.


Mummy has told me that when you punish my bottom your willy will get very hard. Part of my punishment will be for you to use my body to make your hard willy feel nice. Mummy has said that you will want to put you willy in my mouth, in my front bottom hole and in my back bottom hole. I know that this will hurt me but I promise to be good whenever you want to do this. I will open my mouth, open my legs or even pull apart my bottom cheeks if you want. I promise to be good and do what I'm told when you want to punish me in this way.


Uncle, if only you can find it in your heart to help me then I will really love you. I promise that when I come to visit you I will be the best behaved and most obedient little girl all through all the punishments that you will want to give me.


Love and kisses,
Jane
Age 11



Tears still tricking down he face Jane went to post her letter. She'd had the cane from Mummy at home since she was nine years old. Every time she got it she couldn't believe how much it hurt. However brave she promised herself she was going to be Mum only had to whip the cane across her bum a few times and she was howling and pleading for mercy. And then there were the horrible dirty things her Uncle was going to do to her and make her do. More tears trickled down her cheeks. 


Uncle's reply arrived a day later.



Uncle John
The Grange


Dear Jane,

Thank you for your letter. I believe that if you can demonstrate to me a true willingness to show obedience then I can persuade your Headmaster to keep you. Your letter explains very well what I will want to do. Please don't disappoint me.


I will meet you at Littlehampton station at 2.30 on Saturday.


Love,
Uncle John.




The next day Jane got a package from her Mum. When she opened it she found her old school pinafore. It was far too small for her. The hem barely came below her crotch. There was a note pinned to the pinafore. "Wear this. Don't wear any knickers."


Saturday came all too quickly. Jane sat on the train in her tiny school pinafore. She constantly pulled the hem down. She had worn knickers and her plan was to take them off just before her Uncle's station. Even so she continually blushed as her knickers were permanently on show. There was one man across the passage way from her who couldn't stop looking up her pinafore. As she neared the station Jane went to the toilet and took her knickers off, stuffing them into her pocket. She felt so exposed. She daren't go back and sit down so she stood next to the door with her suitcase until the train came to a halt. As she got out of the train a rush of wind caught the bottom of her pinafore and flashed her nakedness to the world. Blushing madly and close to tears Jane walked to the barrier. She felt sick with fear. She knew that before long she would be squealing in pain as her Uncle hurt her poor little bottom again and again. 


As she reached the barriers she saw him. He was in his fifties, short, grey hair, balding, with a paunch. He was shaved, dressed smartly in tweeds and looked wealthy. He saw Jane.


"Ah, hello my dear, you look yummy!"


Jane couldn't believe it. How could he say that in front of everybody! He took her case and led the way to a large new Jaguar. 


"In the front, Jane" he said indicating the passenger door.


Jane got in and desperately tried to pull the hem of her pinafore down. Oh God! It was so short she just couldn't get it down. He was going to see everything! He got in next to her and looked over.


"Oh, don't worry about covering that up my dear. When we get home I shall want you quite naked. Yes, quite naked indeed."


They roared off from the station and travelled through town. Before long they were out in the countryside. Uncle John turned and spoke to her. 


"You know, Jane, I am very disappointed that you cheated at school. I'm going to have to punish your little bottom very hard this week to teach you a lesson. If my willy gets hard because I'm hurting your bottom and I need to do things to you to make it feel nice then you've only yourself to blame." 


The tears trickled down Jane's face.


"Oh please Uncle, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" she sniffed.


"Of course you are, my dear." he said. "And over the next week I shall teach you how to be properly sorry. Right now I want you to put your hands on your head and spread your legs wide apart. I'm going to test you to make sure you're not even more naughty than I think you are."


"Boo hoo! Yes Uncle." sobbed Jane as she did as she was told.


"Jane, there's some Vaseline in the glove compartment. Please give it to me."


Jane complied. Deftly Uncle opened the pot and scooped a blob with the tips of his left fingers. Jane felt like she was at the dentists. She knew what was going to happen, she didn't want it to happen but she felt unable to stop it. She watched the hand as it went between her legs and the fingers curled up.


Uncle's fingers were slippery and clever. They stroked and probed expertly. Jane felt the tingly feelings start. Those secret ones she gave herself every night when she though no one else in the dorm could hear. The fingers carried on and the tingles became an ache, a strong hot pleasure ache, right between her legs. Whatever her own fingers had done it was nothing like having someone else do it.


"You seem to be enjoying this, my dear!" Uncle whispered. "I do hope not. That would be very naughty indeed. You will most certainly be punished if you are."


"Ooooo Uncle, I'm not enjoying it. Honest!" she lied.


The fingers kept on moving, starting to stroke and flick against Jane's clit. It felt like tiny electric shocks of pleasure right in her front hole. She couldn't help it and started to squirm and press against the fingers.


"You naughty, dirty girl!" Uncle chided. "I shall spank your bottom with the hairbrush for this."


The fingers kept working, quicker and more rhythmically now. Jane was panting and thrusting her hole into her Uncle's hand. The feeling kept getting stronger and harder until the moment came. Jane shuddered as waves of pleasure pulsed through her front hole. Then, as she came to her senses, Jane started to sob with humiliation. Uncle smiled at her. 


"Wait until I get you home, my dear. I'm going to cane your bottom so hard for that performance."


The car crunched down the gravel drive until it stopped outside an old manor house. The house was well shielded by trees and entirely private. There would be no intrusion while Uncle carried out his disciplinary programme. Uncle bounded out of the car and pulled Jane's suitcase from the boot. He led the way into the house. Miserably, on shaky legs, Jane followed him. He led the way to the lounge, turned the lights on, ushered Jane in and closed the door behind them.


 Uncle sat down on the sofa. 


"Jane, get those clothes off and bend over my knee. I'm going to start by giving you a good hard spanking."


Jane slowly lifted the pinafore off, undid her pink gingham blouse, took it off and then slipped her white knee socks off one by one. She was quite naked. Her face blushed bright red as she walked over to Uncle and climbed over his knees. She could see that Uncle's willy was already hard and pushing his trousers up like a tent. As she lowered herself down she could feel the tweed cloth prickly under her tummy and thighs. It seemed like an age while Uncle played with her bottom, feeling it all over and spreading it apart. He examined every private part of her body while Jane sobbed quietly with shame. Then, without warning, he started to spank her. 


SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!


He spanked so hard her bottom was on fire. She wailed miserably.


SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!


"Waaaaaaa! Waaaaaaa! Uncle stop! Please stop!"


SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!


"Waaaaaaa! Boo Hoo! My bottom! It hurts! It hurts!"


SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!


"Stop it! Stop it! Please!"


But Jane's Uncle had no intention of stopping. Jane was possessed of one of the cutest, most spankable little bottoms he had ever come across. 


SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!


"Yeeeeow! Waaaaa! Uncle! Please!"


Her bottom was blazing red under her Uncle's delighted gaze. Her holes flashed and winked at him as she wriggled energetically across his lap. Uncle kept on spanking, driving home the message that this was going to hurt her little bottom as much and as long as he liked. Jane was spanked hard for ten minutes before her Uncle let her get up. Howling, she jumped around the room, grabbing at her punished cheeks, dancing from foot to foot. She didn't care how silly she looked; all she could think about was trying to rub some of the dreadful hurt from her poor little bottom.


After some minutes of furious bottom rubbing Jane's wailing subsided to hiccupping sobs. She wiped her blurry eyes with her knuckles and turned to her Uncle. It was a terrible sight. Uncle had taken his trousers and pants off. His willy stuck up in the air, hard and straight. It looked really long and thin. The very end of it was a bright red purple knob that was dripping clear sticky fluid. Uncle was holding the biggest cane she had seen in her life. It was twice the size of the cane her Mum used. Jane felt her knees go weak. Which would be worse? Uncle hitting her bottom with the cane or Uncle hurting her with his willy?


Uncle smiled at her. 

"Well Jane, you see how hard spanking your bottom has made my willy? I think it's going to get harder still when I cane you. Now, I want you to stand in the middle of the rug and touch your toes. We'll see how your bottom gets on with ten hard smacks from the cane."


Jane was desperate to obey her Uncle. She really wanted to show what a good girl she could be. Sniffing back her tears she went to the centre of the rug. She was good at gymnastics and quickly bent double with her fingers touching her feet. Her bottom was all exposed and stuck up at her Uncle. But Jane guessed that was what her Uncle liked and she needed to please him. She could almost feel him staring at her bum and private bits. Getting himself even more excited and that big willy of his even harder. Jane felt the cane being pressed across her bottom.


"Are you ready, my dear?" her Uncle asked.


"Ooooh Uncle, not hard! Please! Your cane's so much bigger than Mum's." she whined.


"Ah now! We'll have to see if it hurts more." he answered.


THWICK!


Jane felt the cane land and for a moment her bottom went numb. Then she felt it.


"EEEEEEEEE! YAAAAAAH!" she squealed. 


It was like being stung by a million wasps all at the same time on her bottom. She jumped up grabbing her scalded bum cheeks and danced around. Uncle watched, delighted at the little girl displaying how much the cane had hurt her bottom. 


"Back in position." he instructed.


"Boo hoo! Boo hoo! It stings, Uncle. It really stings!" she wailed rubbing her bottom furiously. 


But as instructed, she bent right back over and stuck up her bottom for more cane.


THWICK!


"NAAAAAAH! YOWWWWWW!" 


Again she danced around in pain, her hands trying desperately to rub the sting out. 


"Please Uncle! Please! Not hard! I'm sorry I was naughty! I'll be good for you! I promise!" 


Uncle pointed at the mat and again little Jane bent over and stuck her bottom up.


THWICK!


"AHHHHH! AHHHHH! No more! Please! Boo hoo! Boo hoo! Hurt me with your willy. No more cane! Please!"


THWICK!


"EEEEEEEEEE! IT'S TOO HARD! STOP!" 


THWICK!


"WAAAAAAAAH! BOO HOO! UNCLE STOP! Put your willy where it hurts me! I'll do anything! No more cane!"


THWICK!


"YAAAAAAAH! STOP! I beg you! Punish me with your willy! Please!"


Uncle didn't stop with his promised ten strokes. This was far too much fun. His cock pulsed and dripped pre-cum as he watched the howling little girl cavorting about with her swollen caned red bottom. The ten soon became a dozen, then a bakers dozen, then another for luck, then another three.


Sobbing and wailing, tears falling from her eyes, her hands clutching big bunches of her bum Jane looked up at her Uncle. 


"Please Uncle, I'm really sorry. I'm sorry that I cheated and I'm sorry that I was a dirty girl when you put your finger in me. You can hurt my bottom as much as you like tomorrow. You can hurt it really badly so I cry and scream for you again, but no more today. Please! It hurts so much! Use me to make you willy feel nice instead. Please Uncle! I'll be good and do what you say! You can put it in my bottom hole. Mummy says you like that best! Please Uncle! No more cane today! Willy instead! Please!"


Uncle relented. His cock was so hard it would burst if he didn't put it into a nice little tight hole soon. And the thought of Jane's willingly offered tight little anus filled him with lust.


"Very well Jane, if you insist. We shall go to my bedroom and I will put my willy in your bottom hole for you." he smiled.


Upstairs Uncle made Jane lie on her side on the bed whilst he lay down behind her. Jane felt cream being rubbed into her bottom. Suddenly she realised that it wasn't being rubbed in by Uncle's hands but by the end of his big willy. She felt the hard knob end slip between her bottom cheeks and rest against her bottom hole. Then he started to push hard. Jane bit her lip 


"Oooooooh Uncle! It's too big. It won't fit." she gasped. 


Uncle grasped her shoulders and pushed up harder. 


"Ahhhhh! Uncle! Stop! It's too big! It's too big!" she wailed. 


Her tiny sphincter gave way and he was in, pushing the long hard willy right up into her tight soft rectum. 


"Boo hoo! Boo hoo! Please Uncle! Take it out! Please! It's hurting me! Boo hoo!"


Jane's crying was music to Uncle's ears as he pushed his cock in and out.


"Gosh Jane, you don't know how lovely this feels." he panted, "My willy up your bottom hole whilst looking at that nice caned bottom of yours. I think I shall do this every day before you go to bed. Stay still now, my willy's going to squirt its stuff out."


Uncle gasped and shuddered. After a while he pulled his willy out.


Uncle reached into the drawer of his bedside cabinet. He took out a biggest wooden hairbrush Jane had ever seen.


"Back here first thing in the morning with this, my dear." he said, dismissing her.


Jane cried herself to sleep. The pain in her bottom cheeks and the dull ache up her bottom hole were constant reminders of the awful humiliation and promise of the nasty days to come. 


The alarm woke her from a fitful sleep. Tears started to leak from her eyes as she looked at that horrible big hairbrush waiting for her. A few minutes later she stood outside Uncle's bedroom door. She knew how cute and exciting she would look to him in her little PJs. Mummy had chosen them. They were already several sizes too small and made of thin see-through powder pink nylon. The way they stretched over her had the effect of emphasising her big nude bum and forming little breasts. She hated them. She knew that they would only make Uncle want to hurt her even more. Sobbing miserably she knocked on the door and went in.


Uncle was sitting up in bed.


"Ah Jane! Good morning young lady. You do look lovely. Come and bring me that hairbrush."


Sniffing back the tears Jane went and handed the hairbrush to Uncle. 


"Hands on head, Jane." he said.


She stood there whilst he played with her budding breasts and then put his hand down the front of her pyjama bottoms. His fingers pushed and probed. It was so humiliating!


"Up on to the bed on your knees." he said patting the bedcover. 


Jane climbed up. Uncle positioned her so that she was between his legs facing away from him and bent over with her face on the bed. Her bum was sticking right up in his face. Then he pulled her pyjama bottoms down.


"Always on the bare Jane." he said. 


Jane began to cry hard. She just knew that that big hairbrush was really going to hurt her.


CRACK!


"Yeoooow!"


CRACK!


"Waaaaah"


CRACK!


"AHHHH! IT HURTS!"


CRACK!


"EEEEEEE! UNCLE!"


CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! 


"OWWWW! STOP! STOP!"


CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!


"YEEEEEE! It hurts! My bum! It hurts! No more hairbrush! Please!"


CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!


"AHHHHHH! Uncle stop! Let me please your willy! I'll do anything."


CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!


Uncle watched the wriggling little bum turn a dark red as he relentlessly spanked with the hairbrush. He loved to watch the squealing little girl feverishly rubbing her bum cheeks, spreading open her holes to him in a frenzied sex show. He spanked Jane's little bare bum good and hard. Many spanks later the wailing girl lifted her head off the covers and looked back at him with her tear stained face.


"Please Uncle stop!" she hiccupped. "I'll be good for you! I'll make your willy feel nice again! Just like last night! Just stop and I'll do what you want! Please Uncle! Please!"


Uncle pulled back the covers revealing his big hard angry cock. 


"This time in your mouth, Jane." he said. "Turn round and face me."


Jane did as she was told. The big angry thing was sticking right into her face.


"Open your mouth Jane." he told her.


Jane opened her mouth wide and he stuck his willy right in. Jane could hardly breath, it felt so big. She could hear Uncle groaning with pleasure and he pushed his willy right to the back of her throat. Jane coughed and spluttered as the big knob end hit home. Uncle seemed to enjoy it even more and pushed it in and out of her mouth using her hair to hold her head still. Uncle listened to the sexy sounds his cock made in the young girls mouth.


"Glurck! Gak! Gak! Urp! Cack! Urp!"


He felt the tingling in his balls and pushed even further into her mouth, gasping as he shot his load. Jane swallowed the stuff desperately. She couldn't believe it! His willy had squirted nasty stuff in her mouth. She coughed and spat, shaking with shame and humiliation as he took his willy out of her mouth. Uncle smiled; Jane was starting to learn just how much it was going to hurt to pay for her mistakes.



PART 2


By Tuesday evening Jane's bottom had been spanked, caned, paddled and strapped repeatedly by her Uncle. His willy had pleasured itself in her mouth, pussy and bottom hole. Her Uncle never seemed to tire of making her bottom hurt whilst she squealed and cried her eyes out. Right now he was on the phone and she could overhear some of the conversation.


"Yes, just as we discussed it. All day. What about the night? OK. Just for the day then. Yes, I know how well trained she is. Yes, I'm sure I won't be disappointed. And neither will you! OK. Tomorrow then."


Uncle strode back into the room. He looked very pleased with himself.


"Well Jane, you can go to bed now. I want your bottom to look its best tomorrow. You're going to spend the day with an old friend of mine, Miss Johnson. She's very experienced at dealing with girls like you." he said.


Jane ran upstairs. She was half elated at not being caned that night but a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach told her that tomorrow might be a different story.


In the morning Uncle had Jane dress in her little school pinafore. As before Jane felt totally exposed. He was very eager to be off and they were soon in the car driving on the country roads. Within a few miles they rounded on a large isolated cottage, well set back from the road. Uncle drove the car up to the house. A woman appeared at the door. She looked to be aged in her late twenties, tall and thin, with a pinched face and her brown hair done up in a bun. She was dressed smartly but conservatively with a white blouse and long tight skirt. She wore small steel glasses. She didn't smile. Jane thought she looked scary. Then, next to her, a girl appeared. She was a small blond with her hair tied in bunches. She was carrying a small holdall in front of her with both hands. The reason for this was clear; she had no clothing on her lower body apart from some very small knickers that seemed to show off more than they covered. Otherwise she wore a smart school uniform blouse, tie and V necked blue jumper. On her feet she had white knee socks and black school sandals.


The adults moved to one side to talk and Jane found herself standing next to the girl. The girl clasped Jane's hand and turned to whisper to her. 


"I'm Alice. You've only got her for a day. I have to live here."


"Alice!" the woman called. 


The voice sent shivers down Jane's spine. It was like a bitter wind blowing in from the Arctic. Alice jumped to her Aunt's side.


"Be good, dear." the woman said. 


The voice carried the unspoken promise that bad things would happen if Alice wasn't. Her Uncle and Alice disappeared to the car.


"Come with me, Jane." the woman said as she led the way inside.


Inside the woman shut the door behind her and stopped in the hall where she spoke to Jane.


"Now, my dear, let me tell you a little about myself so that we both have a common understanding. My name is Miss Johnson, but you will call me `Miss'. I am a woman of independent means and to keep myself occupied I take care of girls. Only one girl at a time, mind. I take care of girls that no one else wants to look after. Girls that the system has given up on and, frankly, doesn't care what happens to. I look after them. They don't go out; I home school them here. I look after their every need. Including, as and when they require it Jane, their disciplinary needs. I think we understand each other, don't we Jane?"


"Yes Miss." was the only answer that Jane could think of.


Marion Johnson congratulated herself on another stern speech. Little Jane looked suitably scared. What Marion didn't tell Jane was that as she delivered her speech her pussy was throbbing with the thought of how Jane would react to severe punishment. Girls new to punishment, like Jane, had such sensitive little bottoms. Even ten with the cane had them wailing their little heads off. But all in good time. First, Jane had to get herself into a whole heap of trouble. Marion knew lots of ways to help that happen.


"Jane, follow me upstairs." Miss Johnson said.


"Yes Miss." Jane dutifully replied.


Miss Johnson showed Jane the way to a small room at the end of the upstairs corridor. She took a key out of a small belt purse, unlocked the door and ushered Jane in. The room had been set up as a schoolroom. There was a lino floor, white walls, a child's desk and chair in the centre of the room, a larger teacher's desk and chair at one end, a blackboard, various cupboards and a doorway off to a toilet. There were windows but the glass was frosted. The room was bright and clean but felt cold and clinical. 


"Sit there please Jane." said Miss Johnson indicating the child's desk. 


Jane did as she was told while Miss Johnson collected various papers off her desk. She put the papers and a pencil on Jane's desk.


"You have half an hour to finish this Jane. I will leave and you will be locked in. If you need to use the toilet please feel free." Miss Johnson said. 


Then, as she left the room she turned back to Jane. 


"I suggest you do your very best, Jane. You'll find that I am very strict with little girls who don't try hard." 


The door closed and Jane heard the key grating in the lock.


Jane looked at the paper. None of it made any sense. She'd not really paid that much attention in maths or any of her subjects for that matter. She wished that she had now. It was those last words that Miss Johnson had said as she left the room that haunted Jane. `Very strict with little girls'; Jane bet that meant her bum being hurt. If Miss Johnson was a friend of Uncle then that was very likely. A tear formed in the corner of one eye and trickled down her cheek. It was joined by another sliding down the other cheek. Soon there was a constant flow as Jane's mind worried about just how strict Miss Johnson was going to be with her bottom. 


Jane pushed her chair back. There had to be a way out! Maybe she could get through one of the windows. Maybe there was a key hidden somewhere. Jane checked the windows. There were powerful window locks in place. There had to be a key or something. Jane tried the cupboards but they were all locked. She tried the drawers on the teacher's desk; they were locked too. Then on the teacher's desk she saw something that made her heart jump for joy; the answer sheet. She could see the answer to every question in her maths test. Then, for a moment, Jane hesitated. Hadn't it been copying something in an exam that got her into this mess in the first place? Jane shook her head; the comfort of her bottom was at stake here and what did all those adult idiots know about the right thing to do. She took the answer paper off the desk and sat down with it. This time she was going to be more careful. She would copy most of the answers and then dream a few up so it looked genuine. She could easily hear when Miss Johnson was coming up the stairs. 


When the half hour was up Jane sat quietly confident with the answer sheet back on Miss Johnson's desk in exactly the same position it had been in. Jane heard Miss Johnson come up the stairs, the footsteps walk down the corridor and the key grate in the lock. Miss Johnson entered. She took the paper off Jane.


"I shall mark this now, Jane." she said.


Jane watched as Miss Johnson compared her paper to the answer sheet and made some notes. Miss Johnson looked up at her.


"Jane, I'm very very disappointed that you cheated. Your Uncle told me what happened at school and I would have though that you might have learnt your lesson. But apparently not! What have you got to say for yourself?" she asked.


Jane was stunned. How could she know? Before Jane had time to thinks properly her mouth took over.


"Please Miss, I didn't cheat." she lied. 


As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them. A thin small smile appeared on Miss Johnson's face. It wasn't a nice smile. 


"So, a cheat and a liar." Miss Johnson said. 


She held up the answer sheet. 


"You see Jane, these aren't the answers to the questions I set you. While I notice you didn't copy them all, I think that's got less to do with your inability to copy and more to with an attempt by you to deceive me. So, I shall add `deception' to your little list of misdemeanours. So, what do you think now?"


The tears sprang to Jane's eyes and she bowed her head in defeat.


"Sorry Miss." Jane said.


"Actually Jane, it's quite funny!" Miss Johnson said with a big smile. 


It was the kind of smile that a cat has when it plays with the mouse it has caught just before the ultimate despatch. 


"The numbers I wrote here are a code. It's a very simple code. Each number represents the position of the letter in the alphabet. Have a look. I've written the letters out for you."


Miss Johnson held up the paper for Jane to see. It was obvious now. Written down the paper in large block capitals was the word `THRASHING'. The pit of Jane's tummy sank about a hundred miles as she read it.


"Yes Jane," said Miss Johnson, "`thrashing', and that's just what you're going to get now." 


Marion was elated. The girl had got herself into in big trouble and that justified Marion delivering the most severe punishment. And it would be very severe indeed. Marion got up and walked over to a large wall cabinet. God, she was wet. She could feel her buttocks slipping together as she walked, and it felt good. But no where near as good as it was going to feel when she had that brat crying and squealing and a cringing weal streaked red bottom poking up at her. She selected the appropriate key from her purse and unlocked the cupboard. Before she opened it she turned and spoke to Jane.


"Jane, you have cheated, lied and deceived. I am going to punish you very severely. My punishments are not for fun, they are meant to hurt. And hurt you I will. You may hate me now but believe me, one day you will thank me."


She opened both cupboard doors dramatically.


Jane had been watching with big eyes. As the cupboard doors opened Jane's mind reeled. It was crammed full of punishment things. There were so many! All the things were carefully stored and categorised. Jane could see a section for leather straps, more paddles than she could count, canes of different lengths and thicknesses, switches both single and tied in bunches, three or four hairbrushes and just tons of other horrible nasty things. And Miss Johnson was going to use them. She was going to use them on Jane's own poor shaking cowardly bottom and it was going to hurt, really hurt. Jane had no doubt of that. And it was all her own fault. Nobody asked her to cheat or lie. Oh God! Her bum was really for it now. She let go and started to cry big heartfelt sobs. She was so scared of what Miss Johnson was going to do to her.


Marion was delighted with the effect that the opening of her cupboard had on Jane. Now, she just had to decide which implement to start with. Something simple perhaps, just to whet the appetite? A plain paddle, maybe? She took out a small light wooden paddle. Nowadays it took something several grades heavier than this to get the desired response from Alice. But this should be perfect for a beginner like Jane.


Jane watched as Miss Johnson took the paddle out of the cupboard. Jane didn't like the paddle but at least it wasn't the cane. At least not for now! Miss Johnson took her chair and put it in the middle of the space behind Jane's desk. She then took Jane's chair and put it to one side of hers. She sat in her chair and addressed Jane.


"Take your knickers and your dress off please." 


"Boo Hoo! Yes Miss." blubbered Jane. 


Desperate to comply Jane's hands fumbled with her pinafore buttons and when she had got them undone she lifted the pinafore off. Then she pulled her knickers down. She stood there in just her white knee socks whilst Miss Johnson drank in the view.


"Jane, come here." said Miss Johnson pointing at a spot on the floor next to her. 


Jane's legs felt like jelly but shaking and crying she went to receive her punishment. Miss Johnson crossed her legs.


"Jane, I want you to get across my knee and rest your body on the seat of your chair. Then I want you to reach back with your hands so that I can hold them out of the way."


Jane did as she was told. The first thing she noticed was that lying over Miss Johnson's crossed legs meant that her bum was cocked right up under Miss Johnson's nose. The second thing was that both her hands were being held in a vice like grip by just one of Miss Johnson's hands. With a sickening feeling Jane knew just what the other hand was going to do. She felt so vulnerable with her bottom all exposed and stuck up like that and knowing that any moment the spanking would start.


Marion's whole body tingled as she looked at the trembling little bum pushed up so indecently. In just one moment she would begin her work to teach this little brat a lesson. She just wanted to savour this moment for a few more seconds.


CRACK! 


The noise was like a pistol shot. Marion never spanked with anything less that full force. 


CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! 


The spanks were slow, hard and deliberate. Jane was soon bawling her head off. It was music to Marion's ears. That little bottom was dancing over her knee now, trying to move anywhere that the paddle wasn't. But the paddle was everywhere. 


CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! 


Really hard smacks! That was the way to teach these brats. Good and hard! Jane's wails and squeals seemed to go to the core of Marion's pussy. 


CRACK! 


Throb went her pussy. 


CRACK! 

Throb. 


CRACK! 


Throb. 


CRACK! 


Throb. Oh, she was going to have such a nice climax soon. 


"Jane, you're getting what you deserve you know. This will teach you a lesson not to be bad." Marion scolded.


That little bottom was reddening so nicely and its little owner howled so prettily. Marion checked the clock. She'd been spanking for just over a minute. She decided that it would be at least another four to go before she finished. She needed that feeling in her pussy to last for longer and also she wanted Jane to be very compliant for the next stage. After another three minutes spanking Jane had started to become hoarse with the howling and Marion's pussy had reached the point of no return. The orgasmic spasms began. Marion's body went stiff, her eyes went wide and she began to pant. It seemed to go on for ever. When she came down she looked at the clock. There were still thirty seconds to go. Time for some more, Marion reasoned.


"We're not finished yet, my girl." she said. "There's plenty more to come. This is what being so naughty earns you." 


She began to spank again. 


After the five minutes finished Marion released Jane from her grasp and started to guide her up. As Jane realised it was over her hands flew to her bottom and she clambered off Marion's knee and began an agonised bottom rubbing war dance. Marion watched with amused detachment. She'd seen plenty of these in her time. But each little girl had her own special way of trying to stem the terrible hurt in their punished bottoms. Jane seemed to stand with legs apart, bum thrust out and to grab and squeeze big handfuls of her injured bottom cheeks, all the time jumping from one foot to the other. Marion smiled that thin little smile of hers. It was quite amusing really and sweet too.


Marion positioned Jane with her nose in the corner and let her cry herself quiet. She didn't bother to stop Jane rubbing her bottom. That would require more advanced control than Jane had got. After about fifteen minutes there was just the occasional sniff and sob from Jane and the sight of a crying red bottomed little girl stood in the corner had made Marion's pussy start to ache again.


"Well Jane," Miss Johnson said, "that paddle was for trying to deceive me. For your cheating and lying I'm afraid I'm going to have to be much more severe."


Jane couldn't believe it. More severe! That paddling was the worst she'd ever had. Her bottom just couldn't take any more.


"Please Miss, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I'll be good! I promise! Please don't hurt me any more! Please!" Jane sobbed.


"Oh Jane, the paddle was just a starter. I've hardly even begun to hurt you. Come to the toilet with me please."


A shaking Jane followed Miss Johnson through the door that led to the toilet. 


"Jane," Miss Johnson asked, "do you know what an enema is?"


"No Miss." Jane answered truthfully.


Miss Johnson smiled that thin smile again. 


"Well Jane, an enema is a way to punish a naughty little girl inside her bottom. I'm going to put a tube up your bottom hole and then put some warm water up there, quite a lot of warm water. Then I shall put something in your bottom hole to stop the water coming out." she said.


Jane just couldn't stop herself asking, "Please Miss. Will it hurt!" 


Miss Johnson's smile widened. 


"Yes Jane, I'm afraid it will rather."

	
Miss Johnson used one of her keys to open the bathroom cupboard and started taking things out while Jane snivelled noisily. 



"Jane, get on your hands and knees and stick your bottom out please." Miss Johnson ordered.


Jane did as she was told to. She felt the cool thin pipe being threaded up her bottom hole and then the warm feeling of the water flowing in. At first it didn't seem too bad but then her guts started to cramp.


"Please Miss, it's hurting me!" she whined.


"Jane, this is a punishment. It's meant to hurt!" Miss Johnson admonished.


The water kept flowing and it kept hurting more.


"Oooooh Miss! Stop please! That's enough! It hurts!" Jane cried.


"Be quiet Jane. I will decide when it's enough." Miss Johnson said.


Marion's pussy tingled and she knew it would be wetting plenty again. Just the sight of it; that naughty little girl, her bright red bum stuck up in the air and the enema tube up her butt. She took an inflatable butt plug out of the cupboard. It was a small inflatable cylinder with a pipe attached and a pump attached to the pipe. Once the plug was inserted all that protruded was the thin pipe. Nothing to get in the way of the severe switching she was going to give Jane. She checked the enema bag and found it was empty. She lubricated the plug well and deftly removed the pipe and inserted the plug. Then she began to pump the plug up.


"Miss! Miss! Stop it please! It's too big! Take it out, please! I want to go to the toilet." Jane wailed.


"Jane, come with me to the schoolroom." Marion said and led Jane back.


Jane sobbed miserably. The enema was really hurting her and it was so humiliating having someone she didn't even know sticking stuff up her bum like that. More than anything though, she was scared. Miss Johnson was going to hurt her severely. Which of her horrible things was she going to choose? She watched in mounting terror as Miss Johnson went to the cupboard, reached inside and brought out a thin four foot long switch. It was almost straight but had some natural bends and all down its length were nasty looking little buds that were going to sting like anything.


"Alice cut this yesterday." Miss Johnson said. "Me and her get through quite a few a week. I think you'll find it's very effective."


Miss Johnson put the switch down on her desk. Then she reached back into the cupboard and pulled out some leather handcuffs.


"Jane, I don't want you interfering while I switch you. So what I'm going to do is put your hands in these so I can fasten them out of the way. When your punishment is finished I shall take these off and let you go to the toilet. Hold your hands out please."


Jane held out her hands. Anything to get the punishment over and be allowed to use the toilet; the griping cramps were bad now. Miss Johnson put the wrist straps on her. 


"Lie lengthways over your desk with your hands in front please." Miss Johnson said.


Jane bent over the short side of the desk and lay along its length. There was a ring clip attached to the centre of the chain holding the wrist straps together. Miss Johnson attached it to a bracket on the far side of the desk. Jane tried to pull her hands but nothing moved. With horror she realised that the desk must be fastened to the floor. Oh God! She was going to get it. She was going to get it like she had never got it before. It was going to be the worst hurt ever! She saw that Miss Johnson was holding the switch in her hands now and moving behind her. Oh no! Please no! That thing up her bum holding the enema back, the pain in her guts and now her bottom was going to be whipped. Jane started to wail great chocking sobs.


Marion observed the prostrate little bum in front of her. The sobs were making her pussy throb angrily. Even Alice still squealed nicely when she got the switch. Whipping Jane was going to be delicious. She stood back and lined up the switch.


THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!


The screams and pleas filled the room.


"WAAAAAAH! NOOO! STOP! I'M SORRYEEEE! YAAAAAAAAH! IT'S CUTTING ME! AHHHHHHH! STOP!"


Marion had no intention of stopping. Her pussy felt so good. She was going to continue until this naughty little girl had learnt a proper lesson.


 "This is what you get for lying and cheating, Jane. This is your fault. Nobody else's. A good switching on the bare. Hard, like you deserve."


THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!


"YAAAAAAAH! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRYEEEE! STOP! AHHHHHHH!"


Marion's pussy had developed a life of its own. She could feel it opening and closing in pre-orgasmic convulsions. She kept whipping away with the switch. Jane's bum was dark red and crisscrossed with raised red welts. Jane's legs were kicking widely in all directions. All the time Jane was squealing and screaming, begging and promising. Marion could feel it now, deep in the back of her vagina. She was going to climax and it was going to be a big one. 


THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!


"AHHHHHHHHH! NOOO! PLEEEEEASE!"


When it came it was so hard, so powerful, that it took her breath away. Her legs felt like jelly. She didn't know how many strokes she had given Jane but it looked like it was enough.


Marion detached the cuffs from the bracket and firmly led the dancing girl to the toilet. She pushed her bottom down onto the seat and released the air from the butt plug. The wailing Jane expelled and Marion instantly flushed the toilet. She threw the butt plug into a waiting bucket of disinfectant and swiftly cleaned Jane with wipes. Only then did she release Jane from the cuffs and stand back to watch the hot bottomed girl do a dance that only a really severe switching can produce. Marion gave Jane plenty of time to rub the sting from her bottom and calm down. Marion was in no hurry; she wanted Jane to be ready for what came next. 


"Get back down on your hands and knees and stick that bottom out please." Miss Johnson commanded.


"Boo hoo! Please Miss! Don't enema me again, Miss." Jane sobbed. "I don't want anymore enema. Please! I promise to be good."


"I'll decide what's good for you!" Miss Johnson said sharply. "And as it happens this isn't an enema. But what I do have here is also very effective at punishing naughty little girls' bottom holes."


Miss Johnson held up a black rubber butt plug. It was a typical cone shape, about five inches long and two inches wide at the base. Protruding from the surface were dozens of quarter inch high, quarter inch wide bumps. There was no doubt that when inserted this would really hurt a sensitive little bottom hole. Not only would it stretch the hole but the bumps would hurt the anal passage as it moved up.


"Oh please Miss, no! Not that! It'll never fit! It's going to hurt me! Boo hoo! Boo hoo!" Jane pleaded.


Miss Johnson started to liberally spread lubrication over the surface of the butt plug. 


"Jane, this is a punishment. It's meant to hurt!" Miss Johnson said firmly. "Now get that bottom of your's up and don't you dare put your hands in the way."


Jane felt the cold rubber end of the plug touch the centre of her anus. Then there was a horrible sharp pain in her bottom as Miss Johnson simultaneously pushed and twisted the butt plug up her bum. 


"YAAAAAAH! STOP IT! IT HURTS!" Jane wailed.


Then Miss Johnson did it again, this time harder. The pain was so sharp Jane thought her bottom hole was going to explode.


"EEEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOO! STOP! STOP!" she howled.


"One more push, Jane. This is going to hurt the worst!" Miss Johnson gloated. 


She thrust the butt plug the final inch in.


"AAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAH! YEOOOOOOOW! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!" screamed Jane.


Jane's sphincter closed around the last part of the butt plug trapping it in her. Her bottom hole felt so stretched and her rectum so full. 


"Waaaaaaah! Boo hoo! Boo hoo!" she cried. 


It felt so horrible up her. All her friends would be off horse riding or swimming this holiday, not being spanked with switches and having nasty things pushed up their bums. If only she hadn't cheated, the worst she would have got for bad results was a dozen with her Mum's cane. Compared to this it would have been a walk in the park.


Miss Johnson was fiddling with the end of the butt plug. Jane jumped as the butt plug let out a high pitched whine and began to softly vibrate at an ultra high frequency.

 
"Miss! Please! Don't!" Jane cried.


"Be quiet and go and sit back down at you desk." Miss Johnson commanded.


Jane waddled back to her desk and sat down. 


"Ahhhhhhhh!" she squealed and jumped up again. 


The hard chair hurt her thrashed bottom cheeks and it pushed the butt plug even further up. Miss Johnson was angry. 


"Sit back down now Jane or I will thrash you more! Do you want that?" she said.


Wailing, Jane sat down again. Her bum was so sore that she could hardly keep still. Miss Johnson put more papers on her desk.


"This is a world geography test, Jane." Miss Johnson said. "You have half an hour to complete it. Do not, under any circumstances, take your bottom off that seat. Please be aware that when I get back I will be checking to make sure that nothing untoward has happened. So you better be good!"


Miss Johnson left the room and Jane heard her footsteps fading.


Jane looked at the test paper and tried to start writing the answers. She just couldn't concentrate. Her bum was so sore sat on the hard chair and the thing stuck up her felt strange, the way it vibrated was making her tingle. She shifted her weight onto one bottom cheek. Maybe that would help? For a few moments it was better but then the pain in the cheeks she sat on got worse. Oooooh, that thing up her bum! She crossed her legs tightly. The tingle was getting worse and she was starting to get feelings between her legs. The kind of feelings she usually got when she used her finger at night. With horror Jane realised that her pussy was wetting. The tingle was making it happen. Oh no! That's what Miss Johnson must have meant by checking for something untoward! She had to stop the wet coming more. Maybe if she just lifted her bum for a moment it would stop the tingling and stop her bum hurting long enough to try and do the test? No one would know! Jane raised her bum off the seat.


Far away in the house Jane heard a buzzer sounding. Perhaps it was a timer to remind Miss Johnson to come back? Jane checked the clock but there was plenty of time left. Maybe someone was at the door? Then Jane realised. Oh God! Oh God! The chair was alarmed! She'd stood up and Miss Johnson knew! She was going to be hurt again! Miss Johnson was going to come up and hurt her again! Jane sat down. The buzzer stopped the moment she sat down. Then, just faintly to start with, she heard the footsteps. Slow, steady, just starting up the stairs now. Jane started crying mournfully. Miss Johnson was coming to hurt her. The footsteps reached the top of the stairs and came down the corridor. The key grated in the lock and Miss Johnson came in.


"Please Miss! Please! I'm sorry! I couldn't help it! It hurt! I had to stand up! I'm sorry! I won't do it again! Please! Just give me one more chance! Don't hurt me! Please! One more chance! Please!" Jane pleaded.


Jane watched petrified as Miss Johnson walked over to the punishment cupboard. Miss Johnson took out a huge wooden paddle with holes drilled in it. 


"You disobeyed me, Jane." she said. "This is what you need. Hard on you bum and right down the backs of your thighs. That will teach you obedience."


Miss Johnson sat back in the teacher's chair that had not been moved from where Jane had originally been paddled.


"Come here Jane." Miss Johnson ordered.


Sobbing her heart out Jane went to stand by Miss Johnson who smiled that scary smile at her.


"Before I forget, Jane, I better just check that nothing untoward has happened." Miss Johnson said. 


Like a rabbit caught in a snake's hypnotic trance, Jane watched Miss Johnson's hand move to her little front hole and then a finger trace her slit. Miss Johnson held the finger up for Jane to see the sticky wetness.


"Why are you so wet, Jane?" Miss Johnson demanded. "What have you been doing? How did this happen?"


"Please Miss! Please! I'm sorry! The thing in my bum made me do it!" Jane cried.


Miss Johnson's finger went back to Jane's hole and the whole length slipped in right up to the knuckle. It slipped back out grazing that super sensitive spot where Jane's own finger did its work.


"You play with yourself down there, don't you?" Miss Johnson insisted. "You touch yourself at night. Tell me the truth, Jane. You know better that to lie to me now, don't you?"


"Boo hoo! Yes Miss." Jane said.


Miss Johnson got up and went back over to the punishment cupboard. 


"Please Miss! Don't! Don't get something else for me! Please! I'm sorry!" Jane begged desperately. 


Miss Johnson took a cane out of the cupboard. It was two and a half foot long and very whippy. 


"Well, Jane, I have something special that stops dirty little girls playing with themselves between the legs." Miss Johnson announced, "They get this on their hands. That stops them wanting to touch anything."


"Ooooo Miss! Not my hands! Don't cane my hands! Please!" Jane cried.


Marion crossed back over to Jane. This was going to be good; a caning on both hands and then a blistering spanking on her bum and the backs of her thighs. Marion felt her pussy start to throb again. 


"I want your right arm held straight out and then your hand open with the palm facing up please." Marion explained. 


Jane sobbed and held her hand out. Marion stood back and aimed the cane across the centre of the little palm. This was going to sting.


"Don't you dare move your hand." Marion threatened.


"No Miss." Jane sobbed.


Marion drew the cane back and swept it back down onto the offered hand. 


THWACK!


"YAAAAAAAH!" Jane wailed. 


Marion watched with glee as Jane desperately waved and shook her stinging little hand. She then plunged it between her legs squeezing it. Marion tingled all over. She had caught every nuance of pain in the little girl's face.


"Hold your hand out again." Marion ordered.


"Boo hoo! Boo hoo! It hurts Miss! My hand hurts!" Jane wailed.


"Do as you're told, Jane! Right now!" Marion ordered.


Shaking like a leaf, Jane slowly, haltingly held her hand back out.


THWACK!


"AHHHHHHHHH!" Jane howled.


Jane danced around the room wailing and shaking her burning hand. Marion stepped over and grabbed Jane's hand. She held it out firmly while Jane sobbed and pleaded.


"Don't! No Miss! Please! No more! I beg you!"


THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!


"YAAAAAAAH! WAAAAAH! MY HAND! MY HAND!" Jane screamed as she ran around the room.


Marion's pussy was in seventh heaven. Every wail from Jane was sending little jolts of pleasure through her crotch.


"Hold your left hand out now." Marion said.


"No! No! Not my other hand! Please!" the distraught Jane sobbed.


"Do it Jane! Or I shall give you double!" Marion warned.


Clenching her right injured hand in a tight fist Jane held out her left hand. 


THWACK!


"YAAAAAAAAAH! NOOOO! I'M SORRYEEEEEEE!" the howling girl screamed.


Marion grabbed Jane's left hand and forcibly held it out for the rest of the medicine.


THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!


Jane ran around the room shaking her hands like a mad thing. Marion felt the low hard throb and burn of her pussy, insistent that the punishment continue.


Marion sat down on the teacher's chair again. She could feel her pussy juice was down her legs and between her buttocks. Her panties would be ruined and it would probably have soaked into her skirt as well. 


"Come here, Jane." she called.


Pathetically wringing her swollen hands Jane came and stood in front of her. Marion felt up behind the small girl's bum to where the butt plug was. She took a good hard hold of it.


"Do you know, Jane." she whispered to the sobbing girl, "Some people say that taking one of these bottom things out hurts even more than putting it in. What do you think?"


"Miss please! Please don't hurt me any more! I'll be good! I promise!" Jane cried. 


But she knew now that Miss Johnson wouldn't listen.


Marion dragged the butt plug out of the little brat's tight anus. 


"AHHHHHHHHHH! WHAAAAAAAAA!" Jane screamed and screamed. 


It hurt! Oh God! It did hurt more than having it put in and that had hurt plenty. Marion felt a pre-orgasmic spasm shudder through her body.


Marion took the wailing girl over her lap and picked up the paddle. It was large, rectangular with holes drilled through it. It was a heavier grade than the one she had started with. It had to be to make an impression on an already whipped little bottom. Marion was ready for this. Her body was trembling and her pussy crying out for release. Marion spanked hard. Jane screamed and howled over her lap. The paddle's design meant that blisters started to form. Marion moved the spanking down to the backs of Jane's thighs. Such a stinging paddle on a new sensitive untouched area elicited a shocked response from Jane. Her legs kicked uncontrollably and the screaming came from the depths of her soul. Marion's pussy climaxed. It eclipsed all the other orgasms she'd had that day. It was monumental.


Marion finished Jane's spanking and enjoyed the usual jumping howling war dance. She put some antiseptic on Jane's bum and helped dress her. An hour later Uncle John arrived with Alice. The adults talked whilst the girls stood together. Both girls eyes were red and sunken from crying and both could hardly stand still from the pain in their bums.


"Was it bad?" Alice asked Jane.


Jane nodded her head. 


"Really bad." she confirmed.


"She's horrible! I hate her!" Alice said. "Your Uncle's nicer."


"He is." Jane agreed.


Miss Johnson turned round and spoke to them. 


"Well girls, it seems that we might make this a regular fixture."


Alice looked happy but Jane was appalled. She would do anything not to come back to Miss Johnson's! She started to think what that anything might be. She wasn't quite sure but she thought that doing everything she could to make her Uncle's penis the happiest penis in the world would be a good start.



PART 3

(Continued from Half Term, Part 2)

Then, next to her, a girl appeared. She was a small blond with her hair tied in bunches. She was carrying a small holdall in front of her with both hands. The reason for this was clear; she had no clothing on her lower body apart from some very small knickers that seemed to show off more than they covered. Otherwise she wore a smart school uniform blouse, tie and V necked blue jumper. On her feet she had white knee socks and black school sandals.

The adults moved to one side to talk and Jane found herself standing next to the girl. The girl clasped Jane's hand and turned to whisper to her, "I'm Alice. You've only got her for a day. I have to live here."


"So, she's only ten years old!", John said.


"Trust me John, if you're worried about getting that thing of yours into her then don't be. She's been very well trained." Marion said.


"Yes, I have no doubt." he said, "But can she take the discipline?"


"My dear man," Marion smiled, "She's been with me for six months. I'm sure she can take anything you have to offer. And what about young Jane?"


"Oh, she's a real beginner. Very sensitive. She'll feel every smack. Just the way you like it!" John smiled back.


"I think we shall enjoy today." said Marion.


"Let the games begin." he agreed.


Alice got into the front passenger seat of Uncle John's car. He pulled away and they were off, driving back to his house. Alice thought that living with Miss Johnson was horrible and every day it got worse. She was getting punished harder for longer and her poor little holes were being stretched ever wider and penetrated deeper. The worse thing was that Miss Johnson loved it. That glint in her eye when Alice bent over and stuck her bare bottom out and she started swishing a cane or switch through the air. That smile as Alice's bottom became a painful red mass of welts and she squealed and jumped around. It could only get worse.


Alice just knew that Uncle John couldn't be as bad as Miss Johnson. Of course, he would want to hurt her bottom, she knew that. And he would want to hurt her holes too; she knew that was well. But he just couldn't be as bad as Miss Johnson. Alice had been taught lots of ways to make a man's willy happy. Miss Johnson had made her practice with big plastic willies and every so often a man would be invited round. She hated doing it but if it made Uncle John feel nice he might keep her. Or if not that then maybe have her to visit often. Anything was better than Miss Johnson.


"Uncle?" she said.


"Yes, my dear?"


"Would you like to see my holes? Only Miss Johnson put lots of cream up there so it would be nice for you. And she gave me an enema so my bottom hole would be clean."


"Yes, that would be very nice my dear." he said.


Alice squirmed round in her seat so that she was lying on her side with her bum stuck out towards Uncle. She put the foot onto the central dashboard between the seats so her legs were widely splayed. Then she reached behind her, pulled the crotch of her knickers to one side and spread her bum cheeks wide apart. John was entranced. Her little pussy was spread wide and he could see up the little pink hole itself. The dark skin around her anus was tightly stretched and the hole gaped slightly. It looked sore; he had no doubt that Miss Johnson must have already given Alice a severe hole stretching session this morning.


Alice saw her Uncle's erection grow in his trousers. It looked big. It was going to hurt when he put it in her. Alice was starting to have doubts but she had to get away from Miss Johnson. Alice took a deep breath.


"Uncle?"


"Yes Alice."


"When we get to your house would you like me to kiss your willy? Only I'm really good at it. I can swallow the end of your willy and get the whole thing into my mouth. And then I'll move my head so that it keeps going in and out. I'll lick your bottom hole too. I can get my tongue right up there. It'll be super nice! I promise!"


"Alice, my dear, when we get home the first thing that I'm going to want to do is to hurt that lovely bottom of yours very severely indeed."


Alice cringed, she was going to have to show Uncle how good she was when her bottom was being hurt and how prettily she could cry and plead. She knew that Uncle would like that; the cute blubbering and squealing as the cane cut away at her poor fleshy bottom cheeks. The other men Miss Johnson introduced her to certainly liked it; it made their willies harder than anything. 


"Yes Uncle. If you want to hurt me I'll be good. I can bend and touch my toes and stay like that while you cane me. I won't move so that you can keep hitting me properly with the cane. I can lie on my back with my legs up while you punish me. You can paddle and cane me like that. I'll wriggle a lot but I'll keep my legs up and I won't put my hands in the way. You can stretch and hurt my holes however you want. I'll be good and not interfere with my punishment. I promise! I really cry buckets when I'm being hurt. But you can do it as long as you like."


As Alice heard the words come out of her dry mouth she felt like starting to cry. She blinked back the tears. Before she got to his house she had to tell him about what was in the bag. Miss Johnson had made that very clear.


 "I've brought some things from Miss Johnson's to help you hurt me with. I have to tell you about them"


"Yes my dear. That would be lovely." he said.


He could feel his cock straining. He was going to punish that bare little bottom until it was one big red blotch and he was going to love every second of it.


Alice started her speech. Miss Johnson had told her what to say. 


"I've got two straps. One is big and it has been oiled this morning. That's for my bottom. It'll get it bright red in no time and it really stings. The other one is really thin. I get that right between my bum cheeks. Miss Johnson calls it my `hole hurter'. That way she can punish my whole bottom, like inside the cheeks and on the hole. When I get it I'll hold my bottom open for you so that you can strap me properly there. I've got this really big wooden bath brush. I get that on the backs of my thighs till I blister. It really hurts! I've also got this really big hole stretcher. I can get it up my bottom on my own now. When I take it out my bottom hole stays open. You can put your willy right up and than my hole will close around your willy. I bet that will feel really nice for you."


John's cock was aching. Perhaps he would take her up on the offer of a blowjob. See how good she really was. They reached his house and he ushered her into the lounge. As usual the curtains were drawn and the room arranged for a punishment session. 


"You know, my dear," he said, "perhaps before I punish your bottom you could show me how nicely you can kiss my willy."


Her heart sank. When she got his willy excited it was going to make him want to punish her even harder. She knelt down in front of him and unzipped his bulging flies. She wrestled his hard cock out of his pants. She looked up at him so he could see her eyes and then she took it in her mouth. She didn't like it. His willy was really thick and the juice tasted strong and nasty. It was going to hurt her holes when he put it in. But she just had to let him do it, anything to get away from Miss Johnson. She was starting to get scared now. She just knew he was going to punish her and it was going to really hurt. All those things she'd said, when he did them it was going to be awful. She started to cry.


John looked down at the sweet little face, her mouth engorged with his hard cock. A little tear trickled down her cheek. How cute, she was crying, he was really going to enjoy this. He watched as Alice held onto his legs and pushed her head forward. He felt his cock sliding down her soft tight throat. She looked up at him as she took it all down. Alice fought the urge to be sick. It really stretched her and he was pushing it down her. Tears spilled out of her eyes. She had to have a rest. She pulled back.


"Uncle, please can I lick your bottom hole?" she asked.


"Of course, my dear." he said.


John pulled his trousers and pants off and sat down in an armchair. He lifted his legs up and put his feet up on the chair arms. He watched as Alice knelt and bent her face down to his bottom. Alice looked at Uncle's bottom. It seemed so big. She stretched her hands out and separated the two large hairy cheeks. Between them was a big rough hairy hole and she could smell the pungent odour. She stuck her face in closer. Oh, this was awful, she couldn't bear to touch it with her mouth, but she had to. She would never get away from Miss Johnson otherwise. She stuck out her tongue and pushed it up his old bottom hole. She ignored the bitter taste and kept pushing her tongue in and out of the hole and licking round the sensitive anal ring. She could hear the dirty slurping noises her tongue and mouth made on his hole. She let go with one hand reached round to firmly hold his cock and slide the loose skin up and down it. John gritted his teeth. The feeling was amazing. He could only see the top of her head as the rest of her face was buried between his buttocks. He could feel the tongue like an eel in and around the edge of his hole. And those sounds she was making.


Slurp! Slurp! Squelch! Slurp! Squelch! Squelch! Slurp!


Her hand was firmly wanking his cock and he could see the pre-cum start to drip. It was time to punish her properly now. The double strapping she had suggested sounded good.


"Alice," he said, "I've decided to strap you on your bottom and your bottom hole. Please get into position."


Alice looked up at him from between his buttocks. Her face was soaked from a combination of her saliva and he tears.


"Please Uncle!" she begged, "Please don't strap my bottom hole. It hurts too much!"


"Into position." he commanded, "I'll do the rest of your bottom first, then your hole."


Alice was sobbing now. He was going to make it hurt, she just knew it. She bent over with her hands on her knees and struck her bum right out for it. She didn't need to be told, after six months with Miss Johnson she always presented her bottom nicely for punishment.  John took the big wide oiled strap from the bag. He tried it out. It was heavy and was going to sting. The oil was going to make its burn twice as bad. He went over to where the crying Alice was bent over and ready. He took aim.


THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!


"Oww! Oww! Waaaaaaaaaaah! Oww! Boo hoo! Stop!" wailed Alice.


THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!


"Eeeeeeeeeeee! It's stinging! Stop! Please!" she sang.


THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!


"Yowwweeeeee! My bum! Please! Stop! It's hurting!"


THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!


"Waaaaaaaaaaah! Boo hoo! Boo hoo! It hurts!"


THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! 


John was putting plenty of power behind that strap spanking. Little Alice's bum was burning red and multiple welts from the strap edges were starting to become visible. Her bum was wriggling like mad and her hands waved about behind her. She was too well trained to interfere with her punishment by putting them in the way, but at the same time she was desperate to rub and squeeze her bum.


THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!


"YAAAAAAAAAH! NOOOOOO! Please! Stop!" she howled. 


Despite all her training it was Miss Johnson biggest nastiest strap she was getting, freshly oiled as well. Uncle John was giving it to her really hard. Her bottom was on fire. She could feel it burning. She needed to rub it! She needed to rub it so bad! When was he going to stop?


THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!


"EEEEEEEEEEE! STOP IT! PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!"


THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!


"YAAAAAAAAAAH! WAAAAAAAAAH!" she squealed. 


That was it. She had to rub. Her hands came up to her bum, clasping and squeezing the hurt cheeks.


"Take you hands away Alice." he said, "I shall tell Miss Johnson you rubbed."


"No! Please Uncle! Don't tell! She'll hurt me! Really badly." Jane sobbed. 


She took her hands off her bum although she longed to keep their comforting pressure there. She felt Uncle stroking her agonised bum cheeks.


"Feeling a little hot now, eh?" he asked, "We've barely even started. Another thirty with the strap and then we'll find out how much you like your little hole getting it."


THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!


"YEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed. 


Her legs were shaking of their own accord now. She'd do anything for it to stop. Anything!


Slowly, inexorably Uncle delivered the last twenty five smacks with the strap to her bottom. By the end her bottom was wriggling and weaving so much he found it hard to land the strap on her bottom. But if a few hit her thighs that didn't matter; the cane was going to find its way there later anyway. When she realised he'd finished she jumped up with both hands fastened to her bum and hopped from one foot to another like a demented rabbit. Uncle smiled at the scene; she'd certainly felt those! He examined the strap for between her cheeks. It was a nasty little number; thin, weighty and semi-rigid. He wondered how many she could take. He'd soon find out.


After she had calmed down suitably he spoke to her.


"Alice, I'm going to strap your bottom hole now. Get into position please." he said, intrigued to see what she would do.


He saw her looking round the room. Her eyes fixed on a low coffee table and she went over to it. She lay on her back on the coffee table and brought her knees up to her chest. Then she splayed her legs widely apart and reached down with both hands, grabbed a bum cheek in each and pulled them wide apart. It looked breathtaking. That most sensitive bit of her bottom all opened up and ready for punishment. He crossed over to where she was and stood over her head. He lined the strap up with the centre of her crack and let it fly.


THUCK! Right on the hole!


"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she howled.


It felt like having boiling water poured on her. Her hands sought out her sensitive stinging bits. Her fingers pressed into her bottom hole. Not caring what he saw, it hurt too much for anything else.


"Hands, Alice!" he said firmly. 


Shakily she pulled them away and opened up her bum for the next one.


THUCK!


"EEEEEEEEEEEEE! STOP! PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" she squealed.


THUCK!


"WAAAAAAAAAAH! I BEG YOU, UNCLE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"


THUCK!


"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NOOOO! I'LL DO ANY SEX YOU WANT! ONLY STOP!"


THUCK!


"YAAAAAAAAAAAAH! PLEASE! PLEASE! TEST ME! I'LL DO ANYTHING!"


John surveyed the little bum. Although her squeals echoed round the room her bum could take plenty more. He gave her another ten hard ones with that wicked little strap between her cheeks. By the end her inner cheeks and hole were as red and welted as the rest of her bum. 


His cock ached as he watched her with her fingers stuffed up her bum hole, writhing around and howling. He needed to cum now. 


"Alice, if you want me to stop strapping you then use your mouth to make me squirt down your throat." he said.


Alice needed no second bidding. She jumped up, hobbled over to him, knelt down and took his rock hard goo dripping cock into her mouth. With one swift motion she took his whole length down her throat and began violently shaking her head back and forth. John gasped and braced himself. The sensation of having his cock milked by her throat was amazing. He could feel it happening. He grabbed her head and began thrusting in until his balls spasmed and he exploded down her throat. He pulled out of her and staggered over to a sofa whilst she coughed and gasped for air.


After John had recovered he had Alice pose and do naked gymnastics for him. Before long he was starting to feel horny again. Cumming twice in a day was no problem for John and he began to think what punishment he would enjoy giving Alice most. In his mind nothing equalled a good old fashioned bare bottom caning. Her bum could take more but the backs of her thighs were virtually untouched.


"Alice," he said, "get back onto the coffee table. Same position as last time, please."


Alice did as she was told. Her tears had dried slightly but she still snivelled with the bottom pain.


"Well Alice," he said, "Now that you've been warmed up by the strap I think it's time for your real punishment. The cane!"


"Oh no! Uncle! Please! Not the cane! My bum's too sore! It hurts too much! Please don't! Let me put your willy in my mouth again. Please!" she begged. 


John took his longest cane and showed it to Alice. Her eyes bulged. It looked even bigger than Miss Johnson's. Her tears began in earnest again.


"I think you'll feel this, my dear." he gloated.


He stood to one side of her. It was such a lovely position with her legs bent back like that; all her naughty bits and pieces on show. She saw him raise the cane.


"No! Please don't!" she cried out.


THWICK!


"YAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she screamed. 


It felt like being cut with a hot knife.


THWICK!


"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NO! UNCLE! IT'S CUTTING ME!" 


THWICK!


"NYAAAAAAAAAAA! MY BOTTOM! IT HURTS!"


THWICK!


"AAAAAAAAAH! WHAAAAAAAA! BOO HOO! BOO HOO! STOP! UNCLE! PLEASE!"


But Uncle had no intention of stopping. In fact it was about to get worse. Uncle aimed the cane at the sensitive and almost untouched backs of her thighs.


THWICK!


"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" 


Her scream was ear splitting. 


THWICK!


"YHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! NOT THERE! NOT THERE! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!" she howled.


THWICK!


"WHAAAAAAAAAA! WHAAAAAAAAA! MY THIGHS! NOT MY THIGHS! PLEASE!"


THWICK!


"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! BOO HOO! BOO HOO! NOOOOO! PLEASE! UNCLE! STOP!"


John drank in the view of her twisting bottom and holes. His cock was so hard again. Giving little girls like Alice good hard bare bottom punishments was only what they deserved. If it made his cock feel so good well that was just their tough luck. And when he'd finished giving her the cane he was going to take care of that tight little hole between her bottom cheeks.


THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! 


Right across the thighs.


"YAAAAAAAAH! YAAAAAAAAAH! I'LL DO ANYTHING! STOP! PLEASE!"


THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!


"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I'M SORRY! I'LL BE GOOD! ANYTHING YOU WANT!"


THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!


"AHHHHHHHHHHHH! MY LEGS! OH GOD! MY LEGS! HURT ME WITH YOUR WILLY! PLEASE! UNCLE! PLEASE!"


"Be quiet, Alice." he said, "You've not even had twenty yet. I'm going to give you another twenty and then I might let you have the rest of your punishment from my willy."


"Boo hoo! Boo hoo! I'll be good! Please! Not hard! I'll make your willy feel really nice! I promise!" she sobbed.


"Alice, hold onto those legs. I'm going cane you bottom and thighs very hard now." he smiled.


His cock was drooling pre-cum as he lined up for the next stroke.


"Ooooo, Uncle! Please! Not too hard! Please!"


THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! 


"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NOOOO! TOO HARD!"


THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!


"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! MY LEGS! WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"


THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!


"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! STOP! NOOOO! TOO MUCH! PLEASE!"


THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!


"EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEE! WAAAAAAAAAH! BOO HOO! BOO HOO!"


"You can rub now, Alice." he said.


She clambered off the coffee table with her hands clasped to her scalded bum and thighs, running round the room squealing and howling. The sight was enthralling; her bum and the backs of her thighs were covered in swollen red lines and her hands constantly sought to rub and squeeze at the burning area. All the time she danced and wailed that little girl lament. 


"Boo hoo! Boo hoo! My bottom! My legs! It hurts! Boo hoo! I'm sorry! Oh, my bum! My poor bum! Boo hoo!"


John let her cry and rub some of the sting out before he spoke to her.


"Alice, I'd like you to show me how your big stretcher works in your bottom hole." he told her.


Alice felt herself go cold. It was so big she could hardly fit it up. And it was so, so painful. When Miss Johnson made her do it she'd be crying before it was even half way in. John fished in her bag to find it. His cock jerked when he saw the beast. It was a firm pink butt plug about seven inches long and three inches wide at the base. This would be a real punishment for Alice. He found the thoughtfully provided lube in the bag and liberally applied it to Alice's hole stretcher. Alice sobbed miserably as she watched the stretcher being prepared. Her hand snuck round her back and slipped between her buttocks stroking her poor bottom hole defensively.


"Alice!" he called, "Come here and sit in the armchair the way I did when you licked my bottom."


Alice did as he told her, putting her legs up on the arms and spreading them wide apart. John handed her the lubricated butt plug, drew up a chair in front of her and sat down to watch the action. Alice took the stretcher as the tears tricked down her face. She put the tip of it against her bottom hole and started to push. Her little sphincter soon gave way and the first couple of inches went up. Then it started to get harder. After five minutes she had got about four inches of the length up her bottom and she was stretched open by about two inches. It felt so big in her. Her hole was burning as she forced it open.


"Please Uncle! Please! It's hurting me! I want to take it out! Please!" she begged.


"Do you want me to tell Miss Johnson you didn't put it all up?" he answered.


Alice didn't. If he did Miss Johnson would have it up her at bedtime every night for a week. She gritted her teeth and began to push really hard. Five minutes later and Alice was bathed in sweat. She sobbed loudly with the pain in her bottom. She had to be almost there now! How much to go? An inch? Half an inch? She fastened her grip on the base of the stretcher and gave a big push. She squealed as she felt the end of the base enter her hole and her bottom beginning to close around it. 


"It's in! It's in! I've got it all in!" she babbled, "Boo hoo! It's so big. I've got to get it out! Boo hoo! Please Uncle! Please let me take it out! You can put you willy in then! It'll be really nice for you! Please!"


John sat, his cock dripping. He watched as her massively stretched hole slowly closed over the thick base. He needed to get in her now.


"OK Alice. Take it out." he said.


Alice grabbed hold of the plug and pulled hard. She grunted and wailed as the thing came out. John was amazed. As the huge plug came out her hole gaped open. He could see up her. The enema she'd been given this morning had made her nice and clean. He knelt in front of the chair, held his cock and put it up her. He barely felt the sides touch it. Then, slowly, the hole began to close around his straining penis until the hot soft muscular walls held him in a delicious vice like grip. He began to thrust in and out. He found that he could withdraw almost all the way and then thrust his entire length back up. He carried on doing this whilst Alice sobbed at the bottom pain she was being given. This was proper bottom punishment he thought as he thrust into her. He could feel the pressure building up in his balls, then his prostate tingling. He gasped loudly as he began to spasm, his cock squirting again and again up her. He finished breathlessly. Alice carried on moving her bum milking every last drop out of him. He staggered over to a chair and say heavily. 


Alice struggled up. She hurt badly but it wasn't any worse than Miss Johnson and Uncle didn't look like he was going to do anything else today. If it had been Miss Johnson then her punishment would barely have started. Perhaps it wouldn't be great at Uncle's but it would be so much better than Miss Johnson's. She crossed over to him and sat down at his feet. She put her hand up and began to stroke his limp penis.


"Please Uncle, did I make you happy?" she asked.


"Yes, my dear. Indeed you did." he said.


"Uncle, I was wondering. There're so many nice things I can do to make you feel good with my mouth and my front and back holes. And I can stay in position really well whilst you punish me, really hard, like you did today. Could I come and stay with you again please? I'd be so good! Honest! I'd do anything you wanted! Anything! Perhaps, if I was really good, you might let me stay longer? I could be ready for you at any time to punish just how you like. Maybe, just like you did today with your willy! Please Uncle! Please say yes! Please!"


"My dear, that is very tempting. Yes, very tempting. I shall certainly think about it."


Later, when they got back to Miss Johnson's, the adults talked whilst the girls stood together. Both girls eyes were red and sunken from crying and both could hardly stand still from the pain in their bums.


"Was it bad?" Alice asked Jane.


Jane nodded her head. "Really bad." she confirmed.


"She's horrible! I hate her!" Alice said. "Your Uncle's nicer."


"He is." Jane agreed.


Miss Johnson turned round and spoke to them. "Well girls, it seems that we might make this a regular fixture."


Alice's heart jumped for joy anything was better than Miss Johnson's. As she followed Miss Johnson inside Alice turned and gave a little wave to Uncle. When she turned round Miss Johnson's face looked like thunder.


"So Alice, you want to escape do you? You want to go and live with him? How dare you child. I, and only I, will make those decisions. I have a very special punishment for ungrateful girls who want to escape. Go up to the schoolroom and get those clothes of, all of them." she ordered.


Terrified, Alice turned and fled up the stairs. Marion listened to the frightened wailing sobs. The throbbing tingle in her pussy had started again. She went to the kitchen to fetch the big scrubbing brush she used for the floors and a bowl of hot caustic soda.



PART 4


(Continued from Half Term, Part 2)

Miss Johnson turned round and spoke to them. "Well girls, it seems that we might make this a regular fixture."

Alice looked happy but Jane was appalled. She would do anything not to come back to Miss Johnson's! She started to think what that anything might be. She wasn't quite sure but she thought that doing everything she could to make her Uncle's penis the happiest penis in the world would be a good start.


Jane got back in the car with Uncle. She could barely sit after what Miss Johnson had done to her. Uncle noticed her discomfort.


"Have fun with Miss Johnson, my dear?" he asked.


Jane shook her head.


"No Uncle, I didn't. She did things to me. Horrible things! Please don't send me back! Please! I'll be good now! I promise you! Please, just give me a chance!" she begged.


"Well Jane," he said, "it may not be that easy. You see, Alice was very good today. She took her bottom punishments very well and she made my willy happy too. I may have to invite her back. I think you know what that means for you!"


"Please Uncle! Please don't send me back!" she sobbed, "I'll be so good for you. I'll prove it tomorrow! I'll show you how good I can be! I beg you! Please! Just give me a chance! Please!"


"Very well, Jane." he said, "You have tomorrow to prove yourself."


Jane worked late into the night. She had things that she wanted to prepare for tomorrow. The memory of Miss Johnson was fresh in her mind and it spurred her to do things that, however much they would hurt her, would make Uncle's willy very happy indeed.


The next morning Jane woke up early. Her stomach felt like a bottomless pit as she thought about the awful things Uncle was going to do to her. The most horrible thing was that she was going to tell him what to do. She would actually be telling him how to punish her, just so it would please his willy. For the hundredth time that week Jane wished she'd never ever cheated at school. If only! If only! She put on the tight little pyjamas he liked so much. She felt sick when she thought of the alteration she had made to them last night. She picked up a small but wicked looking paddle she had selected along with drawings she'd done. Her body shook as she went to his bedroom. She wanted to cry but tried valiantly to hold back the tears. She knew how much he liked to see her start crying. She knocked on the door. She heard him call her and went in. He was sitting up in bed waiting.


"Hello Uncle." she said, "I drew some pictures for you." 


She handed the two drawings to him. He studied them in detail with growing delight. Although they were executed in a childlike style they were very graphic. The first drawing showed Jane from behind kneeling with her legs wide apart and her face on the floor. Her bottom was opened and she had drawn her holes for him. He was paddling her bottom. There was a speech bubble from her mouth, "Please stop! You're paddling my bottom hole!" The bottom had been coloured bright red and tears flew off the face. The second drawing showed Jane kneeling in front of him with his cock down her throat. There was no speech bubble but she'd drawn a line of drool falling from her mouth to the floor.


"These are very good, Jane." he said. 


He pulled back the covers to show her his big cock sticking up. Jane turned round and bent over. She pulled her pyjama bottoms tight and a slit down the length of the seat opened up showing her anal crack and pussy. Jane and her sewing kit had created the first pair of little girl split crotch pyjama bottoms. She treated Uncle to five minutes of gym and ballet exercises. She could tell he liked it when she put a foot up on his headboard like a ballet bar and did her stretching exercises. Her little crotch was being pushed right into his face. 


He picked up the drawing of her being paddled and held it up for her to see.


"I think it's time for us to do your first drawing, Jane." he said.


Jane started to cry; she just couldn't hold back the tears any longer. When she thought of some of the things that were going to happen to her later that day! Oh God! No! It was awful! Really awful! The tears came thick and fast now. She saw him pick up the paddle. She climbed up onto the bed and got into the position she had drawn. She knew her bum cheeks were spread really wide because could feel the cold air on her bottom hole. John looked at the spread little cheeks, that cute little bottom hole with the darker stretched skin around it. He aimed the paddle right at the centre of her bottom.


CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! 


He was getting to that really sensitive skin between her cheeks.


"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Uncle! It hurts!" she wailed. 


When she drew the picture she had no idea that being paddled there would hurt so much.


CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!


"Nooooo! Uncle! No! It hurts too much!" she cried.


CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!


"Waaaaaaaaaaah! It's burning! Stop! Please!"


CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!


"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! My bottom! It's stinging inside!"


Uncle carried on whacking away with the paddle. The skin around the centre of her bottom and between the cheeks was bright red now and the girl was starting to squeal nicely. He stepped up the pace. Plenty more to go!


CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!


"YEOWWWWWWW! WAAAAAAAAAH!"


It was really hurting now.


CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!


"EEEEEEEEEEEEE! STOP! UNCLE! STOP!"


But Jane had a long hard lesson to learn and it was a full five minutes before her Uncle finished his tender ministrations to her fiery red bum. She scrambled off the bed howling and danced up and down for him as she rubbed at her poor bottom.


John picked up the second drawing and held it out. His cock was ready to go into her mouth. She saw him holding the drawing and knelt down in front of him while he sat on the edge of the bed. She took his hard cock in her hand and guided it into her mouth. She tried to swallow it and started to gag immediately. He fed his cock in holding the back of her head firmly. Jane tried desperately to live up to the picture she had drawn. She gagged terribly as the hard cock invaded the top of her throat, but bravely she kept bobbing her head back and forth to give her Uncle's willy that delicious sensation that he desired.


"GAK! GAK! GAK! GAK! GAK!" she choked.


Uncle held her head tighter, he was speeding up his thrusts now; pushing in and out of her mouth his balls banging against her chin until he gasped and writhed and Jane felt that nasty hot salty sticky stuff shooting out of his willy into her mouth. She tried to swallow as much as she could but there was so much coming out that it dripped out of her mouth. Just like in the picture John thought.


Now that his cock had been satisfied Uncle left Jane alone for the rest of the morning. It was no solace to Jane; she knew that by two o'clock he would be ready to give a longer, much more severe punishment. She shivered miserably when she thought about what she'd drawn for this afternoon.


By the afternoon Jane had had plenty of time to contemplate the nasty time to come. Lunch had come and gone but she hadn't eaten any. She really didn't feel that hungry. Instead a big knot gnawed at her tummy. What happened this morning was nothing, this afternoon was going to be much worse. She went to her bedroom to get ready. She put her little pinafore dress on with no knickers and tied her hair up in bunches with pretty ribbons. Then she reached to the bedside table and took the lubrication gel that permanently resided there. Carefully she lubricated both her little holes with copious amounts of gel. Her fingers pushed more and more of the gel up her bottom and pussy holes, making sure they were both as slippery as they could possibly be. When she'd finished she picked up her drawings and went to see Uncle in the lounge.


Jane got to the lounge and went in. Uncle was sitting in an armchair waiting for her.


"Ah Jane!" he said "Some more drawings for me?"


"Yes Uncle." she agreed.


"Excellent. Please hand them over, my dear." he demanded.


Jane gave him the drawings. Uncle sat back to enjoy them. The first drawing showed Jane standing naked in front of Uncle with her hands on her head. Uncle's hand was between her legs and his middle finger was firmly inserted up Jane's pussy. The speech bubble coming out of Jane's mouth said "Oooooh! Uncle! You're going to make that feeling happen! It's so humiliating!" The second drawing showed Jane lying on her back on the sofa. Uncle was holding her legs up and caning her across the bum and backs of the thighs. Jane's mouth was wide open and it looked like she was screaming. There were many red lines drawn across the bottom and thighs. The speech bubble said, "Please! Uncle! Don't cane my thighs. It really hurts!" The third drawing showed Uncle naked in the armchair with his leg up on the arms. He had a huge erection and Jane was knelt between his legs with her face pushed between his bottom cheeks. The speech bubble simply said "Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!". The fourth drawing showed Jane and her Uncle in the same positions but this time Uncle's cock was down her throat. There was no speech bubble. The fifth and final drawing showed Jane bent over with her hands resting on the seat of the sofa. Her heavily marked bottom was presented to her Uncle and her anus was being impaled on his hard cock. The speech bubble said "Uncle, your big willy really hurts in my bottom hole."


"My dear," he said , "this is excellent work. You really are quite the artist." 


He held up the first drawing.


"Take your clothes, Jane. Let's see if I can humiliate you nicely." he said.


Jane did as she was told until she stood naked in front of Uncle with her hands held tightly on her head. She spread her feet wide apart to give him easy access. His fingers reached out to touch her most intimate private part. Oh God! That sick making feeling as his fingers started playing with her between the legs. It was horrible! She hated it! Hated the way his fingers felt and most of all the way her stupid body reacted. Those nasty fingers making her get wet and pant in front of him. Another minute and she was squirming like a hooked fish on the big middle finger that was up her. And then the finger tip sliding over and over that super sensitive bit at the front of her slit, making her shudder and gasp as the sharp pleasure pangs came. She sobbed forlornly with shame as he withdrew his finger. 


"You dirty little girl." he chided.


She watched as Uncle crossed the room and came back with that long, thin and very whippy cane of his. Shaking with fearful anticipation, Jane lay on her back on the sofa. Uncle pulled out a two lengths of soft leather from his pocket.


"Jane." he said, "I don't think you're going to be able to keep from putting your hands in the way or from kicking your feet. So I'm going use these to tie your hands together and your feet together."


Terrified, Jane held out her hands for them to be tied. She clearly remembered the switching from Miss Johnson and how she'd been tied for that. Then Uncle tied her feet together. He took his cane in his right hand and took hold of the leather strap her feet were bound with and lifted her legs up. He was going to hurt her with that cane and there was nothing she could do about it. She started to wail in pre-caning anticipation.


THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!


He was merciless. The cane whipped across her bottom and thighs leaving cruel red lines that scalded her. 


"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed.


THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!


The lines were crossing each other now, blistering at the points they crossed.


"AHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'M SORYEEEEEEE!" she howled.


THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!


"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! UNCLE! NOOOOOO! STOP!"


THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!


"BWAAAAAAAAH! NO MORE! DON'T! PLEASE!"


THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!


"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! MY BUM! MY THIGHS! WAAAAAAAAAH!"


THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!


"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOO!"


John's cock ached as he caned Jane's attractive little bottom. It was so red and marked up with the crisscross welts from severe punishment he was giving. His cock was going to feel so good when she attended to it afterwards. How many more could she take? Another twenty? Another forty? Could his cock last that long?


THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!


"NYAAAAAAAAAAAAH! UNCLE! PLEASE! YOUR WILLY! IN ME! PLEASE! STOP!"


THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!


"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I'LL KISS IT! IN MY BOTTOM! ANYTHING! PLEASE!"


THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!


"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MY BUM! MY BUM! IT HURTS! WAAAAAAAAH!"


THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK! THWICK!


"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! UNCLE! NO! ANYTHING! I'LL DO ANYTHING! STOP!"


John lowered her legs and let go of her. He put the cane down and watched her writhe on the sofa. Her howls and squeals were deafening. He undid the binding on her hands and feet. Her legs kicked and splayed wildly and her hands pawed at her cruelly whipped bum cheeks and thighs. She fell off the sofa seat onto the floor where she continued her agonised wriggling and howling. John stripped his clothes off. He wanted to be naked for the sex punishment he was going to give her. He wanted her to see how much he enjoyed it. He sat in the armchair and put his feet up on the arms. The sobbing girl crawled over to him and he felt her hands part his buttocks and her hot licky tongue push its way up his bottom hole. John idly wondered if he should have taken more care wiping but, he reasoned, that was really all part of the punishment for her. Jane's tongue squirmed and probed, licked and rubbed. The delicious squelchy slurping sounds filled his ears as Jane eat her Uncle's bottom hole for all she was worth.


John pulled her up. He wanted her mouth on his cock now. She took hold of his rock hard mean looking willy and put it in her mouth. It was awful! The way it filled her mouth up! So big! And then putting it down her throat! She was going to be sick! She really was! Oh God! It was a punishment like no other! And the way he enjoyed it just made it so much worse! Oh God! Right down her throat again! It made her feel so sick! John watched her slobber over his cock. Just like this morning she started that nasty sexy gagging again. How much it turned him on! The feeling of sliding the tip of his cock in and out of her throat and watching her fight the urge to be sick. He let her pleasure him more before he raised her off.


"Bend over with your hands on the sofa, Jane. It's time for me to hurt your bottom hole." he said.


Sobbing hard Jane got into the position she had drawn so nicely. She felt Uncle move behind her and grab her hips with both hands. Then she felt the tip of his big hard penis against her tight little anal hole. The pushing started; hard and unrelenting. Her sphincter gave way and she felt him enter. It was so big in her! He was going to split her! She was sure! Jane began to wail. It hurt! It really hurt! And he just kept on pushing. It was so far in that Jane could feel it stretching her rectum. She felt Uncle's tummy touch her bottom and him push the last inch up. Then he started to vigorously thrust in and out of her little bottom hole really hard. Jane wailed and cried as Uncle dealt with her intimate punishment. John felt the super tight velvety glove of Jane's anus grip around him as he slammed in and out. He could feel it coming. Deep inside him. He was going to erupt! He shouted out loud as he came. He felt so big and powerful, every muscle tensed as he shot load after load into the sobbing girl. When he finished he pulled out of her, staggered back and sat down. He dismissed the wailing girl upstairs. He needed some quiet time to recover.


Some hours later at tea Jane was very quiet. John could see that her eyes were red and sunken. She must have been crying most of the afternoon.


"Uncle?" she asked.


"Yes, my dear. What can I do for you?" he said.


"Before I go to bed tonight, please can I come down and see you? I have something special for you." she said.


"Yes, of course my dear." he answered. 


At about 8 o'clock John heard a faint tapping on the lounge door.


"Come in, Jane" he called.


Jane entered carrying some papers. She was wearing a cute little cartoon character nightie. Jane's sewing kit had been busy again and the nightie had been shortened so that the hem only came down to the bottom of her tummy. She wasn't wearing any knickers and her bottom and pussy were on clear display. John marvelled at the sight of her bottom. It was still a dark ruddy red and looked big and heavy with the swelling. The raised lines looked sore and painful.


"Please Uncle, can I sit in your lap?" she asked.


John waved her over.


"Uncle, do you want to take your willy out? You might want to.... well, you know! I've put cream in my holes for you!" she said.


John thought it highly unlikely. He really was drained from earlier. Still it wouldn't hurt to have it resting against that hot punished bum. He unzipped his flies, reached in his pants and pulled out his cock. Jane sat in his lap, winced with the pain in her bum and wriggled to make herself comfortable.


"Uncle, I've written a story for you. I hope you like it." she said and began to read.


MY LOVELY UNCLE by Jane Bartholomew, Age 11

My Uncle John is very nice and I love him. He has helped my Mummy and me a lot since Daddy left four years ago. Mummy says that we couldn't survive without him. When Uncle comes to visit, Mummy says that she has to be very strict because Uncle doesn't like naughty girls. I get told off a lot and then Mummy always says to him "I'm so sorry Uncle John. It looks like this little girl needs her bottom spanked." Then Mummy takes all my clothes off and just leaves my knickers on. I have to go and say sorry to Uncle John and he touches my bum all over. Then Mummy takes me up to my bedroom and leaves the door wide open. She takes my knickers off, puts me over her knee and spanks me, sometimes with a hairbrush or belt. She thinks I don't know but I can see Uncle standing at the door watching. Then Mummy takes Uncle next door to her bedroom and locks her door behind them. Now I know how much Uncle likes to look at me naked and see me punished I think that next time he visits Mummy will be much stricter with me. I think I will get the cane hard and afterwards it will be me and not Mummy that goes with Uncle into the big bedroom. 


Uncle likes to give really hard punishments. He has lots of things he punishes me with but the worst is his willy. He uses the cane, the strap, the hairbrush, the paddle and the switch on my bare bottom. It hurts such a lot and makes me cry really loudly. Then he punishes me with his willy. It's so shaming when he puts it in my mouth and I have to lick it or even up my wee hole or bottom hole. It hurts and makes me very ashamed at the same time. 


I hate the punishments that Uncle gives me but I love Uncle because I know he only punishes me to make me good. I was very bad at school and Uncle pays my fees so it's his right to give me my punishments. Uncle looks after me and makes me good with his hard punishments so I love him.


I have learnt my lesson now and I will be very good for Uncle when he wants to punish me. I will pull my knickers down whenever he tells me and he can play as long as he likes. Then I will get the punishment things he wants and give them to him. I will get into the position he says and stay in the position whilst he hurts my bottom with the punishment thing he has chosen. Then I will be good for my willy punishment, whichever hole it is that Uncle wants to punish with his willy. When Uncle punishes my holes with his willy it makes him feel nice. I will always be good when he does this so that he can feel nice.


I love my Uncle.


THE END



As Jane had read her little story John's cock had slowly stiffened to a hard throbbing erection. He took it in his hand and rested the tip against Jane's soft little pussy lips. He started to push up. The hole was well lubricated and he quickly lodged a good four inches up. He felt the resistance up her hole and knew he couldn't go any further. Jane wriggled around until she was kneeling in her Uncle's lap.  She looked back at him. Tears were flooding down her pretty face.


"Your willy's really hurting me." she whispered.


Then she started to bounce her bottom up and down quickly so his cock slipped in and out of her tight little pussy. John grasped the sides of the chair. With Jane's back to him he could watch that whipped little bum moving up and down as his cock was smoothly pleasured by that obedient little girl. He could feel it happening already. After the other two orgasms he had already had today this one was hard and dry. It almost hurt. Jane carried on wriggling her bum to please him as his softened.


"Uncle?" she asked, "Did I please you today? Was I good?"


He patted her head affectionately. She really had done well. It was almost a pity that he had already agreed for her to spend the whole weekend with Miss Johnson. He idly wondered when he should tell her.




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