Amy Chapter 1
By Lee Davey
leedavey1000@gmail.com
copyright 2011 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Introduction:
This is a change from my previous work. The main actor in the Amy series is unsurprisingly a girl. Similar in tone to the 'Regime' stories but unrelated. The series will hopefully examine the effect of institutional abuse of the power relationships between children and adults.
Amy is a bright but innocent 11 year old who finds herself thrust before her time into a world she is neither physically or emotionally ready to cope with.

Chapter 1: Always look a gift horse in the mouth.
Amy tugged her school dress down and smoothed some wrinkles from the fabric as she followed her parents into the Headmasters office. She had never been inside before the infamous office as normally only naughty children ended up there, a visit their bottoms soon regretted.
Amy though was not a naughty girl. She was a good girl, a very good girl, clever and well behaved so the sight of the plush office was new to her. She looked at the long book shelves as she walked to stand in front of the large polished mahogany table.
Sneaking a glance Amy imagined she could see a groove in the hard wood. A groove made by the thousands of little boys and girls bodies who had been made to bend over it to be punished. Punished, that word took Amy's attention to the rack that stood behind where the grey haired mature Headmaster now sat, A selection of canes and paddles hanging from it, a sight that chilled the 11 year old girls heart.
Her mother and father sat either side of her in two comfortable chairs. Amy though stood to attention her hands by her side. Amy may never have been inside this office before yet she still knew that a child would not be permitted to sit in the presence of the Headmaster, not if she did not want to find her bottom too painful to sit on anywhere for a few days. 

"Mr and Mrs Barnehurst have you considered the offer in my letter?"
Amy frowned at this. What could it mean? The Head writing to her parents, she could not help but look once more at the various implements behind the Head, she had never been punished before but she had seen the aftereffects on bottoms before, and she did not want her bloody and wealed bottom on public display.
"Yes but there are the ...... maturity issues to be considered, she is after all only 11." Mr Barneshurst replied, "The new curriculum applies to all Grade 8 children correct?"
"Yes Mr Barnehurst and of course Amy would be required to participate in all classes."
The two parents looked at each other and nodded in agreement. This agreement was a long time in coming. The Head's letter had been received by the pair over two weeks ago. Both parents had initially been delighted that the daughter had done so well in her tests that the school had advised that she really should be advanced to the 8th grade from her current position in the 6th grade. 
The mother though had concerns, concerns around the new national curriculum for all teenagers. The Government had all but given up on reducing teen pregnancies and under age misbehaviour. That was until the new coalition government came to power that is. For some reason it novel proposals on the subject of teenage sexuality were not mentioned in its manifesto. Despite that the new rules were soon brought in for all teenagers, the howls of protest ignored as they were in other areas of public debate.
Having read through what their daughter would be expected to do they had argued, until finally they agreed that since Amy would be a teenager in 2 years anyway the opportunities that she was being offered could not be turned down. They did not for some reason seek the opinion of Amy, a failing that Amy would soon have cause to bemoan.
Amy smiled broadly and silently thanked the Headmaster for the offer of skipping a couple of years. She knew little about the 'curriculum' that the older children went through, and what little she had heard she understood little of. Still it was with a happy heart she heard the news, she did find her current classes oh so boring; so quickly after the parents had signed the (irrevocable) consent forms Amy found herself following the Head to the school nurses office for a check-up, though why Amy needed a check-up just to change classes she did not know. 
Amy suppressed a little forbidden thrill as she passed beyond the red lined doors that separated the middle school with the High school side of the school. Amy had never been to this side of the school before the age groups being strictly separated. However to Amy's disappointment it looked little different to the corridors in the Middle school side, she did hear various noises from the classrooms along the way that she did not recognise, but the Head ushered her along at a brisk pace until they entered the clinic room together.
Amy stopped dead at the sight that awaited her.
While no expert in naked 13 year boys bottoms she had seen enough being spanked by teachers to spot something was wrong immediately. For a start they were not normally crisscrossed with thin red weals, some oozing little droplets of blood for a start. Amy's eyes though were focusing on the small things hanging between the boys legs. They were testicles she knew, if only from her book-learning, and they entranced her. She knew that only boys had them but her father had never been naked in front of her, such behaviour unthinkable to her straight laced parents so she could not remember ever seeing them. 
"Well, Well, Well. I do believe you have some explaining to do young Aaron." The Headmasters voice broke the spell that Amy was under, and threatened the bowel control of the now terrified Aaron.
Aaron had believed that the day could get no worse. He had been birched by his teacher for forgetting his homework. Naked and screaming over his teachers knee he was whipped in front of his watching classmates. Then when his screams had subsided into muted sobs, and his bottom was as raw as steak he had been sent to the nurses room naked and snivelling along the school corridors.
But then his shame had been discovered by the Headmaster. A man whose punishments were legendary in their ferocity. The mild birching he had received from Mr Peters would seem like a little tickling.
"Oh hello Bertie I did not see you there." The school nurse a pleasant middle aged lady came from around a curtain bearing a bowl of pungent green liquid.
The Head winced at the nurses use of his first name, but said nothing knowing that nothing stopped the schools nurse from being the schools nurse. Instead he put an arm around Amy and pushed her forward.
"Amy here is being fast tracked to the 8th grade. So she needs an examination certificate."
The nurse blinked in surprise as she peered at the small girl, her face then softening in sympathy.
"Oh you poor dear too bright for your own good are you? Well let me deal with Aaron first and I'll get straight on to it."
The head stopped the nurse as she walked to the still kneeling boy "Allow me to do that and you can give young Amy here her check-up."
Amy looked at the nurse wondering why she was so sympathetic. She thought it would be a good thing being moved up. After all she had no real friends in her current class. But the way her parents had acted and now the nurse it appeared that the truth was if anything quite the opposite.
What Amy did not know was that society had changed quite dramatically following the election of the new coalition Government.
The new Government had decided once and for all to address the issue of teenage delinquency and underage pregnancy. To do this it decided to go straight to the source of the problem, no pussy footing about with incentives and education. And when the Government meant the source of the problem it meant the source of the problem.
The nurse reread the procedure manual. In truth she had never had to do this before for a preteen. The new educational curriculum only applied when children were thought old enough, and this was considered to be when they were teenagers. So before the age of 13 the schooling of children had not changed much, beyond reintroducing spankings, and the authorities and their parents did not think it worth worrying the younger children with their impending fate.
The nurse nodded noting that the procedure was the same as all children went through when starting 8th grade. There were additionally a couple of safety checks to be undertaken in light of the child's age and presumably smaller frame but they were familiar to any nurse.
Putting down the guide she turned to Amy "Well sweetie strip off and we can start."
"Umm with the boy here" Amy replied shocked.
"Yes now hurry up." The nurse replied as she began to prepare the implements.
Amy stood stock still at this. She knew that the Head and the boy were in the room and clearly would see all her 'bits'. Bits that only her mother had seen in the last few years.
"I suggest you hurry up girl." The Head's cool voice broke the spell over Amy. His fearsome reputation, well deserved, meant that the chances of Amy disobeying him was nil. Reluctantly she began to unhook the buttons of her shirt and tried to turn her back on the Head.
The Headmaster decided not to press the girl today, after all now she was in the 'new curriculum' he would almost certainly see everything of hers at some point. And in any case he had young Aaron's bottom to attend to.
He examined Aaron's punished bottom with detached interest. He could tell immediately that the boys bottom was the handiwork of Mr Hughes. The way the weals criss-crossed every inch of the bottom even into the tight crevice between the buttocks, tight scratches from the implement scoring close to the anus but not onto it, perfection. The Headmaster preferred his bare hand and the cane, but admitted that Mr Hughes was a virtuoso with the birch.
The Headmaster dipped his hand into the green solution that the nurse had planned to use on the boy, wincing at the astringent feel on his hand. The green liquid was designed to prevent infection, although given that the birches used at school were of synthetic material (cheaper) this was unlikely. The liquid also served a second purpose in reinforcing the effect of the punishment. 
With a hearty slap he rubbed a handful into the boys oozing bum. The effect was instantaeneous as Aaron let out an unearthly scream of agony as his bottom burst into flame. Amy jumped in terror at the sound her hand pausing as she made to slip her skirt off, her bare flat chest coyly turned from the man and boy. Heads in far classrooms turned briefly at the sound of the scream, but turned back to white boards or books as they realised the source.
The Head liberally rubbed the green liquid into the boys bum carefully ensuring that each raised mark and small cut was doubly coated, ignoring the boys moans and whimpers. Finally the Head reached his target and smoothly circled the boys dimple of an anus, until briefly he dipped a finger into the boy, his anus opening easily as if well used to such intrusions.
The nurse watched in amusement as the Head absorbed himself in rubbing the 13 year old boys bottom, the tent in his trousers indicating the enjoyment he obtained from such 'treatment'. The nurse knew the sexual thrill the man got from this, but did not care. After all the Government had made it clear that such activities by teachers and other authority figures was allowed, in fact desirable, and in some cases compulsory. 
She however did not share the good Headmasters fascination with boys, nor was she particularly interested in girls, she was a nurse and this was just a job. Therefore the sight of the now naked Amy trembling, either from the slight chill in the air, her unexpected nudity, or the sight of the boy having his wounds treated she neither knew or cared.
"Well Amy let's start with your examination shall we."





Amy Chapter 2
By Lee Davey
leedavey1000@gmail.com
copyright 2011 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 2: Sometimes you can miss what you never had.
Amy walked slowly after the nurse who holding her hand moved her towards the examination table. Unfortunately for the shy young girl the examination table was currently occupied by the Headmaster and a young boy named Aaron whose bottom was currently a shade of green, caused by the antiseptic lotion that had been applied to cleanse his bottom.
"OK boy up you get and out of the way" the Headmaster slapped the boy gently on the bottom. Despite the gentleness of the blow Aaron nearly fainted in pain but stoically issued only a whimper and inching his way eased himself off of the table.
Amy watched as the boy limped past her, inexplicable feelings of a mixture of relief and indignation flooded through her as the boy did not even bother to give her nakedness a glance.
Amy found herself suddenly lifted into the air before being deposited on the table with a slap on her rump for her troubles. Yelping in surprise Amy realised that the Headmaster, a man in his fifties, to all intents and purposes a stranger had manhandled her naked body. Something that had not happened to her since her father last bathed her at the age of four. 
Seeing that the Head now stood above her looking casually up and down her naked form she blushed and hid her girly cleft and flat chest with a hand each.
"Will need those out of the way." The nurse said and with clinically efficiency pulled the girls hands to the side of the table and locked them into two cuffs that were fitted there. Amy lay there spread-eagled fear plain on her face. The two adults though paid her no attention, while the boy was more concerned about the state of his backside still burning from the antiseptic lotion to care about a pre-pubescent girl.
"Well Bertie do the parents want permanent or temporary control?"
"Well THERESA" the Head accented the nurses name sarcastically "They want temporary for the moment and then they can decide on a permanent solution when she is older."
"Makes sense." Theresa replied unconcerned at the Head's prickly response to the use of his first name, she pushed to one side the cauteriser and instead selected the long needle topped syringe.
The Government had worked out that the uncontrolled sexual urges of teenagers were the main problems with teenage misbehaviour. Reduce these urges or restrict the child's ability to meet then then control would be re-established.
Surgery was tried first and found to be 100% effective and once nurses and the like were trained up would be relatively cheap. So for boys compulsory and severe circumcision was the order of the day. While this did not entirely prevent masturbation, it did make it more difficult for the boy to get away with undetected.
It was found after a few months though that this was not enough. What the old men in the Government failed to appreciate was that young girls had also become more aggressive and sexually active. While boys found masturbation a tad more difficult sex was still possible, and if anything the pregnancy and delinquency rates went up. When desparate boys pressured often willing, and often unwilling girls into other sex acts 
The Government upon discovering this decided not to give in instead they simply extended the circumcision orders. From then girls at the age of 13 would have a cliterectomy, the complete removal forever of their clitoris.
After all if the girl obtained no satisfaction then there would be little point in them agreeing to a boy's request.
This solved the problem of willing agreement but unwilling coercion was still an issue. The reintroduction of severe corporal punishment was then reintroduced. The cane, the birch even the whip were brought back, and not just for serious crimes.
Some days if the more lurid tabloids were to be believed juvenile courts often run with the blood and echoed with the screams of punished children. Even schools got in on the act though obviously to a lesser degree than judicial punishment, still canings and bare bottom spankings were the order of the day in schools up and down the land.
However after complaints about the pain and suffering involved, followed by some unfortunate 'incidents', the Government partially relented after just a year. While clitoris removal under medical supervision was still an option for parents, and could be imposed if required by a Doctor or a Court, an alternative was provided for the more liberal parents. 
Theresa held the long needle up and squeezed the last drops of air from the syringe. "Head could you strap Amy in we don't want her moving."
The Headmaster moved to Amy who no longer cared about being naked in front of the male Headmaster, her attention focused on the long needle and the likelihood that it would soon be pushed into her bum.
With a yelp Amy found her legs roughly lifted and pushed up and past her ears bending her double. With a click she felt her ankles secured. She then saw the Head approach between her exposed cunny and bum now lewdly spread for his review. The Head though paid these no attention as he looped a further strap up and around her waist securing Amy so thoroughly that she could barely move an inch.
"Now Amy be brave this may sting a tiny bit" Theresa warned. To be fair to the nurse she believed those words as only children had ever undergone this procedure and the cries and screams of those children had been put down to overreaction on their part.
In truth it was no overreaction as Amy soon discovered. Her eyes widened as the nurse approached her seeming to zero in on her exposed bum. Closing her eyes she waited for the sting as the needle punctured a buttock but blinked her eyes open as instead she felt cold latex fingers separate the lips of her special girl place.
"What...what are you doing ...."
"Shussh now Amy, I'm working and what I am looking for is small enough as it is." The nurse peered directly into the girls cleft.
"Ah there it is, Bertie be a dear won't you and hold these apart for me."
Amy began sobbing gently as she watched the man probe into her cleft and none to gently pull the lips of her vagina as far apart as he could.
"Perfect. Now let me get this standing to attention, it's so small I can barely see it." The nurse said to the Head both looking into the centre of Amy's hitherto secret place. She moved her hand towards it and looked in surprise as the Head shook his head and motioned to where Aaron stood. Shrugging the nurse indicated that she did not care she walked over to the boy. 
"Now Aaron the Head wants you to show us what you have learned. All you need to do is bring Amy's clitoris to attention, but a quick word of advice I would make a good job of it unless you really want another visit to spank-spank land."
Aaron nodded eagerly at first, after all he rarely got such an opportunity even with a girl as young as this one, but visibly shrank back when the threat to his bottom was made.
Carefully he positioned himself between the twitching legs of Amy and receiving permission from the Head lowered his mouth towards the girls clitoris, now exposed by the Headmasters hands. Daintily as if he were a cat tasting cream for the first time he flicked the tiny nubbin gently. He rolled his tongue around the little growth leaving a trail of moisture whether it touched the virgin flesh.
Amy's eyes widened as she felt the boys tongue touch her. She could not understand what was happening. Why were they doing this to her? After all the part of her was just for going to wee wasn't it?
She had whined and complained constantly ever since her legs had been spread wide, stopping only when the Head growled at her impatiently. However she was feeling something strange tingle between her legs.
Aaron was surprised that his ministrations were working all the other girls he had done this with had not responded so easily. Sensing the Headmasters impatience he upped the tempo. Pursing his lips he sucked the tip of the clit into his mouth sucking and nibbling alternately on the small nubbin. The effect was instantaneous as Amy squirmed and mewled little sounds as her body spasmed feeling sexual feelings for the first time.
"Stop." The nurse said softly and Aaron immediately complied long used to such abruptness from adults when dealing with such matters.
"Yes it's up now and ready for the needle."
Amy's head still swam from the feelings that she had experienced, she had not had an orgasm, not that she knew what one was, but had approached it. But despite her fuzzy head the word 'needle' hit her like a bucket of ice water.
"Aaron take over." The head commanded instructing the boy, who was licking Amy's juice from his lips to hold the girls legs apart.
The Head did not normally become involved in this process, except at the beginning of the new academic year when it was all hands to the deck when perhaps one hundred 13 year old girls would be processed on the first day. However from that experience he knew what was coming.
Amy slowly recovered her senses and blinking watched as the school nurse approached her, a long sharp syringe in one hand. Amy did not like having shots, after all they hurt, and her bottom would be sore she was sure.
What Amy did not know was that the shot was not heading towards her bottom. The Government had reasoned that the problems with youths were primarily due to their sex drives. Boys misbehaving in order to impress girls as testosterone sluiced around their veins. Girls giving in to their carnal desires and 'egging' the boys on in their endless pursuit of a girls attentions.
They decided that to solve the problem they should simply 'turn off the supply'. To achieve this boys sexual needs would be dealt with clinically and efficiently by the schools. The boys had penile blocks administered. These did not prevent erections or even orgasms. What they prevented was any sexual feelings whatsoever, therefore masturbation was frankly pointless. Schools were provided with counteragent sprays which countered the penile blocks for a short time. 
This meant that the schools could reward boys with sex etc. if they so desired.
However Amy knew nothing of this plan so when the tip of the needle was laid on the tip of her still aroused clitoris she thought something had gone wrong.
"Nurse, Nurse what are you doing you're putting it in the wrong place." She wailed.
Aaron was surprised at the girls reaction, surely she knew what was going to happen? What he did not understand was that this small girl, unlike the girls of his age knew nothing of sex or the 'new ways of schooling' a lack that would be soon remedied.
"No Amy, there is no mistake." Nurse Theresa answered as she slowly and deliberately drove the needle deep into the bunch of ultra-sensitive nerves known as the clitoris.
Amy shook like she had been struck by lightening, as more pain then she believed was possible coursed through her. Opening her mouth she made to scream her torment as millimetre by millimetre she felt the cold needle drive into her.
The Headmaster expecting this placed his heavy hand over her mouth suppressing her scream by brute force. The nurse paid neither the girl nor the man any attention, instead she pushed the needle just the right depth into the bundle of nerves and clinically, deliberately depressed the syringe.
Amy felt the liquid seep into her tissue and with absolute relief felt the pain diminish, reduce and then fade away completely. The Head felt the girl relax and removed his hand, and almost tenderly wiped the tears from her cheeks.
The nurse placed the empty syringe to one side, and with Amy looking down between her legs in horror she gripped the girls clit in two fingers and twisted and turned it with a firm grip. Amy tensed awaiting the surge of agony that never came. Amy realised that although she could feel the nurses fingers there was no pain, the chemicals injected into her stopping all nerve impulses from her clit. 
What Amy was not to know was that while she was immensely relieved that she could feel nothing, she would change her mind during the next 5 years of her denial. Puberty would be a long and frustrating experience for Amy, just as it was for every girl in the country.





Amy Chapter 3
By Lee Davey
leedavey1000@gmail.com
copyright 2011 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 3: A room with a view.
Amy's legs ached horribly, and she was cold, and she had an awful itch right on the tip of her nose. Amy listed all her complaints about the position she found herself in for the umpteenth time, after all there was nothing else for her to do.
To her surprise the nurse had simply left Amy trussed up and naked on the table after giving Amy her injection, leaving the young girl alone saying that she was off to lunch and would be back in an hour.
Since then Amy had laid there naked and cold thinking on what the hell had happened to her life since this morning.
Amy heard the door click as it swung open, she tried to crane her head to see who had entered but the position she had been left in prevented her.
Amy could do nothing but wait as she heard the shoes clip there way slowly behind her until finally they stopped.
"Hello Amy."
Amy sighed in relief it was Miss Denny her teacher, well her ex-teacher Amy corrected herself. Miss Denny walked around until Amy could see the young bookish face of the mid-twenties woman who looked down at her.
"I see your parents have agreed to letting you skip a few levels." The teachers face looked at the naked trussed body of the 11 year old girl, just one of the hints that gave the parents away decision to the teacher.
Sitting down Miss Denny gently brushed a lock of the girls hair away from her sweat streaked forehead tenderly.
"I'm sorry. I should have told you what would be involved." The teacher trailed away considering her former brightest pupils new fate. Miss Denny did not approve of the new rules for older children which is why she only taught children up to Amy's age. It was clear to her that the teachers that opted to work with older children, and there were many, were not always in this career for the sake of the children. At least if what they boasted about in the staffroom was correct. 
"Amy have you been told what the new subjects are that you will be studying now that you have been moved up?"
"No Miss." Amy replied her eyes firmly closed, as while she really liked her former teacher she could not escape from the fact that she was lying nude in front of her.
"I suppose I should tell you. You know about sex right?"
"Yes my Mum told me about the birds and bees and when a man and a woman fall in love they hug in a special way."
Oh crap Miss Denny thought to herself. Why do parents insist on hiding these things from their children, surely they must know that the truth will out.
"That's true to a point Amy. But do you know the practicalities?"
Amy shook her head slowly, remembering back to the day when her mother had red faced had the 'Talk' with her. A talk that had only left more questions rather than helping.
"Well Amy you see a boy has a penis with which he......"
For the next 5 minutes Amy listened. At first fascinated, then disgusted, then disbelief, and when Miss Denny explained that she would learn about 'sex' in school from now on, her disbelief turned to horror.
Amy lay where she was, not that come to think of it she had a choice, when Miss Denny finished her explanation and left. The thought of having sex with boys, and apparently girls, horrified her; and if some of the things that she would have to do were true then.....
"Well Amy time to finish up and send you to your new class."
Amy's thought stopped in mid trail as the sound of the nurses voice interrupted her disturbing train of thought.
"Nurse, nurse it can't be true" Amy bubbled out to the formally comforting figure of the nurse as she repeated what Miss Denny had said.
"It's true and stop making such a fuss." Nurse Sand replied and with a firm hand slapped the girls exposed bottom hard.
"The Headmaster has said that legally you are to be treated as a 13 year old, and teenagers do not cry and snivel and whine about the law. A firm slap punctuated each word causing Amy's bottom to turn pink then red.
All Amy could do was cry as the hand spanked her without let up, the tears though were not just from pain but from the fear of what was to befall her.
Ignoring the crying girl the Nurse opened a sterile pouch and held up a large pouch.
"This Amy is a long lasting contraceptive. Since girls like you can't seem to keep your legs together it has been decreed that adults will take control of your sex life and your reproductive abilities.
This will be inserted rectally and will stop you conceiving for the next 3 years, when in your case due to your age it will be replaced."
Amy only listened up to the word 'rectally' when her mind switched off in self-defence. She therefore paid no attention to the preparations that the Nurse was making, and it was only when she felt the fingers finger tipped with cold gel touch her tight rosebud that she regained her senses.
To one side she saw a huge rubber bag which steamed gently a long thin hose looping from it. Amy recognised it as an enema bag, but had no experience it them herself since she was 5.

"Oooohhhh" Amy exploded in discomfort as the icy cold gel was firmly pushed through her tight sphincter and into her rectum with a brusque thrust from the nurse, and began coating the constricting muscle with the gel.
"Good news Amy" the Nurse smiled at the girl, as if a few moments ago she had not been spanking her, "Your anus while small is sufficiently sized and flexible to accept a standard teenagers penis."
Amy waited for the good news, but apparently that was not forthcoming. She did not understand why a boy would want to put his thing in her bottom after all she only used it to, you know, go poopy. Yet Miss Denny and now the nurse had said that they would be doing just that in school for the next 6 years. And the less said about a boys' thingy being put in her mouth the better, that was simply disgusting.
The nurse plopped her finger out of the girls tight hole and taking the dangling enema hose gently fed it several inches deep into the girls bowels. Nurse Sand was relieved to see that the girl had stopped protesting and accepted the change in her schooling. It was for the best after all it was going to happen whether she complied or not. This way there would be no spankings along the way. Well a few less spankings she corrected herself, no child escaped physical punishment totally. 
She turned the tap and allowed the water to slowly empty in to Amy's bowels, noting that squeak of discomfort that Amy issued and her screwed up face in amusement.
"Well Amy while we're cleaning you out ready for the contraceptive I need to assess whether your vagina is as equally accommodating as your botty".
Without warning, or more importantly to Amy's mind without lubrication the nurse began to ease her finger into Amy's pre-pubescent vagina, stopping only when reaching the girls maidenhead.
"Oh Dear that will have to go" the Nurse smiled sympathetically at Amy, "I'll give you a letter to give to your father, normal practice is for your Dad to deal with it as it aids in parental bonding."
Amy did not know what the nurse was talking about, and in any case was more concerned with the fact that her bottom was about to burst as could be seen by the way her belly bulged under the internal pressure of the water.
"Still you should be able to cope with a boys penis on a long term basis, as long as it is not too big and not used too roughly. We just need to ensure that your Mum and Dad take care of your little barrier, so your be open and ready for actively participating in school.
Amy smugly knew that her father would not do anything like that, in fact she knew that once she told him what was going on he would put a stop to it. Still that did not help her at the moment tied naked to a table a bottom full of water and a strangers finger up her secret place.
Nurse Sand carefully watched Amy as she squatted over the bowl and expelled the enema. She had left the enema to perculate for 5 minutes before relenting and letting Amy free to expel the water. She refused Amy's request for privacy as she needed to check that the water was clear as the contraceptive she needed to attach should be done to a clean rectum.
Amy suffered as it felt as if her intestines were dropping from her, the aches and spasms her muscles were going through following her bondage did not help as she nearly lost her balance once more as she squatted over the bowl. Finally she had emptied herself and she wiped the sheen of sweat from her forehead surprised at how exhausting the whole process had been, at least now the ordeal was over. 
"Well Amy back on the table and I'll insert the contraceptive."
Oh darn I forgot Amy moaned internally as she watched the nurse hold up a large package which glistened in the light. For a moment she considered running but naked as she was that was not a viable option.
Still it took Nurse Sand to literally drag the unwilling girl back to the table by force. It was no contest and Amy soon found herself on her hands and knees bottom once more presented to anyone who cared to look.
"Ma'am Ms Hayes has asked whether the new girl is ready yet? Oh, I... Sorry." A pretty young girl her breasts and curves clearly indicating that she was becoming, if only just, a woman walked in. When she saw that she was interrupting she hesitated in a fit of indecision half way through the door.
"Oh it's you Georgina. Well don't hover come in." the nurse waved the girl in who was biting a lock of her dark brown curly hair in an unconscious nervous habit complied.





Amy Chapter 4
By Lee Davey
leedavey1000@gmail.com
copyright 2011 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 4:
"I can come back later if you want?" Georgina offered as nurse Sand waved her in.
"No need we are almost finished here. In fact you can help me and then show Amy to her new class." Nurse Sand replied ignoring the moan of embarrassment that Amy gave as she realised another stranger had seen her naked. Not only naked she realised her bottom and girly bits obviously prominently displayed to the entering girl.
"Oh if you want Miss. Ahh what do you want me to ahh you know do." Georgina, Georgie to her friends, managed to stutter out.
"Hold her cheeks apart it will make attaching this to the rectum wall much easier." The nurse ordered.
Georgie moved forward to the young girl and leaned in and whispered to the obviously terrified 10 year old.
"Don't worry. It doesn't really hurt. Just feels a bit strange that's all."
Amy managed a faint nod pleased despite her predicament that someone had shown her some kindness at last.
Georgie smiled back before using her pale small hands spread the small boyish cheeks apart exposing the greased up anus.
The nurse attached the contraceptive pack to the end of a silver rod pressed it firmly into the awaiting hole.
Amy grimaced as the ice cold gel pack hit her anus, and squirmed a bit more when she felt it mould and then ease through her rectal resistance. Amy almost clinically examined the sensation as she felt the cold metal rod push deep into her. She had expected it to hurt, but it didn't, it felt strange as if she was going 'poopy'. She did give a yelp when the contraceptive gel pack finally hit the back of her bowels and then the pack with an inbuilt chemical reaction glued itself firmly to the wall. Flash of internal heat followed by a melting sensation and finally a tickling sensation too deep insode to scratch. 
Amy did squeal as the metal rod was withdrawn as it pulled her anus out somewhat as it existed and when finally extracted it caused her resilient anal muscles to snap back into place with an almost audible sound.
The next few minutes seemed to fly past for Amy as the nurse briskly helped her down from the table and assisted Amy to dress. Handing the results of her examination to Georgie in a sealed envelope she bid both girls a cheery farewell with an affectionate slap on the bottoms. Amy thought the woman's behaviour quite inappropriate given what she had caused her to endure for the past hours. Still she said nothing. She had after all been advanced up the years due to her intelligence and not her suicidal tendencies, she realised quite well when not to push her luck with an adult.
"Hi I'm Georgie, pleased to meet you." The older girl offered her hand to Amy as they walked back along the corridor.
Shaking the hand Amy gave her name in a shy whisper, not sure how to speak to an older girl who had seen, helped even in her humiliation.
Georgie knew what the girl was going through. After all she and her classmates had gone through a similar process at the start of term and they had been thirteen years old and all in it together. For a 10 year old all alone it must have been horrible. Taking pity on the girl Georgie put a comforting arm around the small girls shoulder and squeezed gently.
"Don't worry Amy I know everything has been a bit much today. But you and I can be friends and me and the others will see you safe." Georgie promised. "The good news is we have Ms Hayes as our teacher, if you behave she is a great teacher. Unlike Dorky." Georgie shuddered.
Amy shared that opinion. Dorky or Mr Dawkins as his actual name was, was infamous for his brutal canings given for little or no reason. He also had a reputation for liking boy's bums in a way that Amy did not understand, but given her experiences today was beginning to have some inclination of.
The two girls entered a nondescript classroom door that Georgie indicated was to be Amy's new home from now on. As if as one 24 pairs of eyes turned to watch them. 23 pairs of these eyes belonged to the pupils who sat 2 to a desk books open in front of them.
The last pair of eyes belonged to Ms Hayes. She was 25 and pretty. Very pretty, in fact if her male students were to be asked she was absolutely gorgeous. Full firm breasts. A cute nose sitting in the middle of a pretty face with eyes that twinkled and a mouth that normally had a smile writ upon it.
"Good your back Georgie, take your seat please."
Georgie gave Amy's hand a squeeze and moved off to an empty seat and sat down. Amy now stood alone in front of the entire room conscious that everyone was looking at her.
"Class this is Amy she has been moved here from Miss Denny's class. I'm sure that you'll all welcome her..." she swept the class with a suddenly cold expression which added silently 'or else.'
There were a few desultory hello's from the class who examined her as a biologist may examine the specimen he was about to dissect.
"Introduce yourself Amy." Ms Haye prompted the girl.
Amy wished the floor would open and swallow her whole. She hated being the centre of attention, let alone in front of a classroom of strange staring children. And she realised her bottom was burbling, as if she needed the toilet desperately.
*The (Pre)Adolescent long lasting depot contraceptive (Pat 123666321) was designed to be implanted into the rectal wall of the female. The gel pack would attach through chemical osmosis to the rectal wall and administer the drugs internally.
It was 100% effective and depending on the dose could give 6, 12 or 36 months absolute assurance from pregnancy. There were two drawbacks. The first was that it was administered anally so many adult females pooh-poohed the idea as being too icky. The second was that immediately after administration the drug interactions could have unfortunate side effects. In the original recipe this involved explosive diarrhoea without warning up to 3 days after administration.
This was agreed by all concerned to be somewhat inconvenient. In the current version this side effect was reduced to just explosive flatulence. Unfortunately it appears that many school nurses, due to understandable time pressures, have not being explaining the side effects to the child recipients. (Extract from PALL depot contraceptive advice guide.) 

"Summoning her courage Amy looked up and began. "Hello my name is...."
"FLLIpphhhhmmmmmmhhgppp..."
The class exploded in laughter as the largest fart ever recorded in history echoed through the room, so loud in fact that a flock of pigeons scavenging in the playground took to the wing in fright.
Ms Hayes eyes went wide as she struggled manfully to retain her own laughter and quieten the class.
"I think you meant Amy didn't you. No never mind apologising I know the reason why it happened. Just take your seat by Aaron over there."
Amy slunk along the line of desks ignoring the smirks and sniggers as she slipped next to the boy the teacher had instructed, and contemplated the fact that she may soon have a new nickname, one that she may never live down in the future.
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Fran Barnehurst looked over the pile of 'educational material' on the table and at her husband.
"John you know what the guidebook says. So I don't know why your making such a scene. I'm not happy about it either but it is for Amy's benefit."
John ignored his wife instead looking down at the table. The Headmaster had given them the school handbook on what was needed now that Amy had moved classes. The first was a long list of items that were required for Amy. Unlike the normal list there was no mention of pens, pencils, retractors or even gym kit. Instead upon the table lay no less than a dozen dildos of various lengths and diameter, the largest even giving Amy's mother pause for thought, and her father a pang of jealously. Alongside these lay a large pot of lubricant, a very expensive to John's mind sybian machine, small metal clamps, rope and a miscellaneous collection of paddles and canes.
John was not happy that his little girl would need all these items and less happy still when he saw the final bill.
"JOHN, you are you going to help deal with Amy's virginity tonight. Because if you don't then I will need to make alternative arrangements." Fran finally barked at her husband who shot an angry look back.
"Just like that? I knew that I would have to at some point but for fuck sakes Fran she's 10."
"John you know what she will go through at school. If we don't breach her hymen then some spotty teenager will, and they are unlikely to be considerate, loving or even gentle while doing it.
For FUCKS sake John, I don't like the thought any more than you. But I know what it's like to lose you cherry, and I would much rather have lost it to a caring considerate man who loved me than the boy who actually did."
John chewed his lip but knew he was beaten. The school guidebook had plainly said that it was a parents duty to 'prepare' their children in the basics of sex. And if they didn't then the girl would be forcefully 'instructed' and that would not be pleasant.
John nodded at his wife and stood giving a loud sigh, "Tonight then. We'll do it tonight."
"Thank you John. It's for the best."
John looked away and stared at a dildo imagining it being used on his little princess, thrust in and out by some uncaring teacher. His mind drifted then to imagining the sight of a boy's bottom bouncing up and down between the pale thin legs of his daughter. Then finally his mind pictures the boy's small bottom being replaced with his. He shook the terrible thought from his head but to his shame a hardening of his penis betrayed the subconscious truth.





Amy Chapter 5
By Lee Davey
leedavey1000@gmail.com
copyright 2011 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 5:
Amy sat down between her two parents where her mother tapped the cushions on the sofa.
Amy had been surprised that her parents had insisted that she join them to watch TV. Normally they were happy to see her leave after dinner and play in her room, still it was nice she had had a horrible day and being safe and secure between her two parents was just what she needed.
John looked over his daughters head and nodded to Fran who picked up the DVD remote and pointed it at the TV.
"Amy" her father began, "We have a short documentary that we need to watch.
Shrugging her shoulders Amy said little; after all they were only watching the evening news so anything else was bound to be more interesting surely?
Fran pressed the button and placing the remote down placed her arm around her daughter and snuggled her in more closely.
"Welcome to an Introduction to the 8th Grade curriculum changes" A be-suited man said smiling into the camera.
"This guide has been created to introduce you to some of the exciting new developments in pedagogical research."
Amy began to worry she was not sure what 'pedagogical' meant, but given that behind the man there was now the view of a school bustling with teenage children; and what had happened to her already today she began to put 2 and 2 together.
"Um I'll go upstairs now." Amy stuttered as she made to stand but failed as her mothers arm held her tightly.
"No stay here and watch Amy dear, this will be educational, for all of us." Her mother answered holding her child tightly.
"As you know the curriculum for older children has changed." The be-suited man continued now standing in an empty classroom.
"The basic 3 R's remain along with a selection of sciences, arts and humanities. However as I'm sure you know there have been two major changes."
Amy watched squirming in embarrassment as two children walked into the scene. Both totally naked their physical development and slight dusting of hair in the nether regions indicated that they had entered puberty, just.
The room was silent as the 3 Barneshurts's continued to watch as the man continued to explain the curriculum. At points the two children demonstrated physically what was involved much to the horror of Amy, who could not believe the girl could possibly enjoy having that thing put in her.

Amy watched as the girl was held down on a table the suited man then sprayed the boys penis with some strange liquid and bid the boy mount the girl. Amy looked away as the boy arranged himself between the supine girls legs and entered her smoothly in a single motion. The man clinicaly explained the 'benefits' of controlling the sexual explorations of children as the boy continued having sex with the girl. 
Amy could not help herself but return her gaze to the screen and see that while the boy seemed to be enjoying himself immensely as he thrusted away, a goofy grin on his face. The girl appeared either indifferent, thanks to the clitoral block Amy suspected, or pained as the boy plunged in too enthusiastically at times.
The boy finally came grunting hard shaking and pulling out of the girl. The man expected the boys now deflating penis remarking on the sperm analysis that would be undertaken on boys sperm over their school life. Apparently it was necessary to take regular samples from boys to check on the fertility of the next generation. Amy did not fully understand the why or how this was done. Nor why anyone would insist on checks on the girls fertility with the public reporting and recording of menstruation it sounded downright bizarre.
The next scene was no improvement. The girls expression was inscrutable as she knelt before the boy and took his still slimy penis between her pink lips. She sucked and licked the penis covering each inch of flesh, moving her tongue to clean a bit when the instructor pointed it out. John watched the boys expression half delight half pain as the teenage girl cleaned him, clearly the girl was unaware that stimulating a post orgasmic penis could be painful. Or perhaps she did but was merely getting a little revenge. 
Amy though squirmed with embarrassment begging to be allowed to go upstairs only stopping when her mother raised her voice at her, a most rare occurrence.
The tone of the DVD changed as the original two children left and two more entered. These were older the girl had breasts and a dark triangle of hair while the boy had a large penis nestling in a nest of blond hair.
Amy's attention was not on that, she had little interest in a boy's thingy, but rather on the cane that the man had uncovered as if from nowhere.

"More than just the sex education element of school has changed. While it is believed that regular sex and 'draining' both of boys and girls will greatly improve school discipline. It is expected that of course the children will still occasionally misbehave. That is where this comes in..." the man appeared to caress the thin rod.
Amy watched wincing as the boy was bent over his fingers touching his toes. The skin of his bottom stretched taut like a drum. All three jumped as the man slashed the cane in without warning leaving a deep dark purple mark where it struck.
"Corporal punishment has as you know been reintroduced in schools for all ages. Up to the age of thirteen only spankings or very mild paddlings were permitted."
The man rubbed the cheeks of the boy who moaned lowly when the fingers brushed the now swollen weal, but otherwise kept still and quiet.
"Teenagers are more mature physically than pre-teens obviously so a consequent increase in the severity of punishment is required. The cane is the preffered instrument as it enacts the most deterrent for the smallest effort. However other implements can be used of desired" The second the man stopped speaking he stepped back and lanced another blow in, then another and another.
Obviously the strokes shown were for real given the screams of pain and livid weals that were left in its wake. Within minutes the boy's bottom was smeared red with trickles of oozing blood.
The man appeared unconcerned at the physical state of the ravaged flesh torn and tattered as it was, merely pointing out the robustness of children's bottoms to the occasional 'minor scratch'.
However even the two adults were shocked, as Amy could attest from her mothers squeak and tightening arm, as the man demonstrated that punishment under the new rules was not just restricted to the bottom.
Amy could not believe what was happening when the girl was held by two men. She nearly fainted as she watched the man whip the against the girls girly place, the girl weeping in agony as a line of bruised and swollen flesh appeared crossing her entire vagina. Apparently satisfied at the state of the girls vagina and surrounding area and ignoring the girls already copious cries for mercy, the man changed his aim and began to methodically whip her rounded breasts instead. 
"Traditionally the use of the cane was restricted to the bottom." The man swiped the cane through the air little pink droplets flying off in its wake.
"Other areas should not be neglected. A girls breasts and thighs have sufficient resilience to withstand quite a heavy beating without permanent damage."
The fact that the girl was sobbing hysterically and was dragged away limp, put the words 'permanatly into context'.
The camera now swtitched to a view of the boy his bottom still livid with the harm of its earlier caning. The cane though was not destined to revisit the scene of its earlier crimes.
The man reached down and slowly wanked the boy's penis. As nature intended the boy hardened to his full 5 inches in length.
The man paused and watched impassionedly as the two men having discarded the girl came in and now held the boy firmly by a shoulder and arm each.
No he can't be about to do what I think he is John whimpered. There was a grunt of empathy from him as the man whipped the cane sharply across the boy's penis, so hard that it compressed the shaft almost in half and bounced it around wildly. To no ones surprise the boy screamed in agony and fainted dead away.
Ignoring this the man merely used the cane as a pointer lifting the boys penis up to demonstrate the raw, red abrasion left where the blow had ripped a layer of skin from the boys shaft, and continued then to explain when and for what such punishments were given.
Amy morosely thought that it would have been quicker for the man to say 'for whatever a teacher or parent wants, and whenever and wherever they please'. Rather than waffle on about 'deterrents' and the effect of 'humiliation on child ego development'.
"Daddy I don't want to go to my new class, can't we go back to how it was before." Amy pleaded looking at her father imploringly as the boy was carried away.
"No." her father replied shortly. He was surprised at how he had reacted during the DVD. The caning did nothing for him, whether of the boy, which sickened him, or of the girl. The scenes of the sex education though to his shame had. He enjoyed his sex life with Fran, but when he watched the scene of the boy moving between doggy style, cow girl and missionary as the watching man expounded on the merits of training children early in 'pleasure techniques' and which positions maximised chances of pregnancy had shamefully caused his penis to harden.
The last time he had been attracted to a young child, he had been a young child himself. Now he was unsure whether he was continuing with his daughters' 'education' for her benefit or his. And to his amazement he realised he no longer cared, just as long as it happened.





Amy Chapter 6
By Lee Davey
leedavey1000@gmail.com
copyright 2011 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 6:
Amy turned the handle and stepped back as the shower head dribbled itself dry. Stepping out of the shower she wrapped herself in a bath sheet and slowly began to dry herself.
What a day Amy considered the events of this landmark day in her life. She self-consciously touched her girly bits and noted that where her, what did that DVD call it? Oh yes clitoris lay her flesh felt dead. She could not even feel her finger as she pushed and prodded at its location.
I wonder why they did that, it's not as if it served any purpose Amy pondered.
Her mind then drifted to the events at home, quietly skipping over her farting introduction to her new classmates. Her mind then went to the time she had sat between her parents and watched that DVD. She was mortified when the sex was going on, but she was horrified at the beatings particularly when it moved on to the punishment of a child's secret bits, Amy shivered as she dropped the towel and picked up her bathrobe. 
Fran laid out the towel and neatly lined up the various implements she decided were necessary for tonight. Given John's reluctance at becoming too involved in Amy's introduction she had had to take the lead. Looking down she made a quick inventory. Lube, check, small dildo, check, full-size dildo, check, antiseptic cream and tissues check.
Looking over her shoulder she could see John plugging in the Sybian device in the corner of their bedroom and adjusting the device to the requirements his wife had insisted upon.
Finally Fran stood up and let her breath out in a soft whistle, "Right that's everything set up dear. I'll fetch Amy and we can get this over with."
John watched his wife leave and bending down trailed a finger over the 'Breaker'. John winced as he felt the narrow length flare out at the end into a bulbous end. John could accept, if not agree with the Government's reasoning on children, after all they had been a bunch of uncontrolled louts, and know child crime had all but ended. 
However some of the decisions that the Government had made concerning the training of children, bordered on the obscene. Take the 'Breaker' for example, John paused and shivered. What sort of mind would design a dildo especially to break a young girls hymen, so as to, they said, ensure that the practice lessons that the girl undertook at school were not too painful. The same mind that then went on to say you could whip a boys penis, that was the mind Jon added mentally.
John too could not fully grasp the distinctions that the Government had imposed on adult / child relationships. A parent could beat their child, and we're not talking just on their bottom, yet there were still rules on child protection!
A parent was not allowed to have sex with their child, well that in practice only meant anal or normal sex, apparently oral sex and the use of fingers wasn't considered sex.
Who decided where the lines were drawn? John knew the answer to that as well. It was the Prime Minister an old man known for his rectitude and conservative morals. A man whose economic genius following the depression of the 2010's allowed him to push through many changes to the laws and ethics of the country.
These changes included the new child rearing changes brought in for the child's benefit; and when these changes actually greatly improved discipline and academic attainment, everyone seemed to fall in line with the changes, the activities that children now undertook were considered, 'an acceptable sacrifice for the good of the nation'.
But the rules on having sex with children just did not seem to make sense to John. Only children, i.e. under 18's were allowed to have sex with other children. Fair enough, however the rules excluded teachers from that prohibition as they were there to teach children about sex. That made some sense John conceded.
Then the rules excluded medical professionals, if the reason for sex was medically required assessment or treatment. Of course the medical professionals were the ones who decided what was and was not medically required. But since when did tonsillitis require a blowjob to diagnose!!!
Then the Government gave the same rights to law enforcement officers, as a tool for punishing and disciplining children, so much more effective everyone agreed then fines or imprisonment.
All these exceptions were granted yet John could not have full sex with his own child he seethed at this injustice. Then he paused what the hell was he thinking, make love to his daughter! He had never considered the possibility before but now...
A cough from the door woke John from his inner conflict; he turned and watched his wife walk in to the room. His throat caught as his daughter followed her, her small hand held tightly in the hand of her mother. Amy's eyes were wide in fear her cheeks pale and drawn, her mother though ignored her daughters obvious discomfort and walked her towards the bed chatting about inconsequential matters as if on the bed were not spread various implements of a sexual nature. 
"Well Amy now that you are in a new class you need to be informed about the 'birds and the bees'" Fran put up a hand to stop Amy protesting that she had already had that talk.
"I mean the real birds and bees talk. Sex." Fran clarified. "Your school will provide you with the full details and" a slight pause "A chance to practice." But your father and I need to prepare you."
"I don't want to." Amy mumbled and shrank back as her eyes saw the tube of lube and various dildos arrayed on her parents bed.
Ignoring Amy for a moment John walked past the pair and closed the door to the bedroom. Not that there was anyone else in the house, but to slow down Amy should try, quite understandably run.
"Don't be naughty Amy we have to do this, it's no different then when you had your vaccinations, a little prick and it's all over." John explained to his daughter as he tried manfully to ignore the suppressed giggles of his wife at his Fruedian slip.
Fran picked Amy up and sat her on the edge of the bed and then to Amy's surprise pulled off the sweatshirt she had been wearing revealing her largish breasts supported by a plain bra. Amy flicked her eyes away from her mother, she had seen her nude many times, they had changed in swimming pools and even shared a bath together, and neither times had the 10 year old felt uncomfortable, it was just you know natural. 
Now Amy could feel the difference, her father watched on as his wife stripped down, first her jogging pants and then her bra and panties until she stood nude in front of Amy. Amy looked at her mother noting the few, but only a few, extra pounds around her middle, her wide hips, her big breasts that had breastfed her so many years ago, and then finally the thick black patch of hair that covered her vagina.
Amy realised then that she was only wearing a dressing gown, and was naked underneath it, and suspected that she too would be joining her mother in this most unusual display of casual nudity willingly or not.
It was not Amy though who undressed next. Amy gasped as her father pulled off the shirt he was wearing exposing a fleshy chest with a thatch of hair covering his entire body.
As John hooked his fingers into the waist of his trousers Amy squeaked and stood to escape. A snaking arm of her mother caught her and sitting down on the bed herself she entrapped the girl onto her lap.
"Now Amy there is nothing to be frightened of. You have seen me naked many times and there is no difference between that and seeing your father naked."
Amy while no expert immediately spotted one difference. Her fathers penis dangled loosely between his thighs nestling in a thick bush of wiry black hair.
Amy blushed a bright red at this sight and turned away in embarrassment. Her mother though was having none of that nonsense. Standing she brought her daughter around and walked her to stand in front of her father.
"Now Amy see there is nothing to be embarrassed away. Remember that you will be seeing a lot more of these." Fran lifted her husbands penis gently when you start school properly next week.
"Here touch."
Amy found her mother moving her hand to touch her fathers penis. All Amy could do was shrink away at the strange feel of her fathers penis, and all she could remember of this first touch was a feeling of heat, a hotness beyond what the girl would have expected from mere skin and flesh.
John felt himself harden as his daughters hand touched his cock, blood pouring in and filling the length of his pride and joy. To his secret disappointment his wife did not allow his daughters hand to linger long, instead pulling her daughter away.
John watched as his wife chatting away as if this was as natural as anything, untied the belt around his daughters bathrobe and then helped the docile girl free of its confining grip.
Amy no longer resisted, her mind having shut down its usual responses to the events of this evening. She had seen her father naked, she still could she realised, and she further realised she was no longer bothered. How strange she mused, why was she not bothered by the sight of her fathers bits? Was it because she knew that worse was to come and there was nothing she could do. 
Amy lay back on the bed staring dully up at her two parents who sat either side of her smiling down at her. Her mother gently brushed some hair back from her eyes in such a familiar yet incongruous demonstration of maternal love.
"Now sweety you are starting big girls school properly next week. And from the DVD we watched you know there will be some new" Fran paused sharing a look with John, "some new topics you will be studying. Now I won't lie to you. You may find them a bit awkward and even painful to start with, but don't worry you will soon learn to enjoy them" Fran injected a false sense of fun into her voice.

In truth Fran knew that her daughter was unlikely to gain much enjoyment. After all the Government had deadened her childs' clitoris making it completely unresponsive, enjoyment was simply not an option for a teenager nowadays.
Fran felt that this was terrible, knowing as she did that for most girls, herself included, clitoral stimulation was the best chance of reaching orgasm.
But that was it wasn't it. Old men in Government exercising control. Control over boys by controlling the sex drives, and control over girls by making them reliant on vaginal stimulation for any chance of an orgasm. Did they not know how difficult it would be for a girl to have an orgasm from vaginal penetration alone? Fran knew the answer. Of course they did. That was the whole point. What matter to them that to control the girls and their boyfriends, that the girls may suffer an adolescence, and possibly lifetime without satisfaction was of no matter.
Fran said nothing though but smiled at her daughter.
"Your Father and I have to take care of a little problem before you go back to school. Because if we don't then the way the school will remove it will be quite 'uncomfortable'.
Fran remembered back to her first time, not with John, but a boy named – what was it again? Oh yes Greg. Fifteen years old in his parents bed when they were out for the evening. A fumbling experience as Greg laid on top of her, until finally he penetrated her roughly tearing up her channel and punching his way through her hymen, the blood, pain and 'ickiness' of it all putting her off sex until college several years later, when her next boyfriend, again not John, had shown how a man should make love to a woman. 
Shaking herself back to the present Fran trailed a finger down her daughters naked pale chest until she cupped the bare slit of her daughters vagina with one hand.
"Do you know what your hymen is?"
Amy was blank, her mind a fog of despair and hopelessness, she did not want to be here, she did not want to be moving to the big girls classes. She wanted it to be two nights ago, When her bed was just somewhere you slept, and her dreams were of horses and princesses. Yet what she wanted meant nothing. The Government had decreed, her parents had agreed, and she would abide, there was no choice, no hope no future, all she could do was smile and survive these coming nights.
Amy shook her head finally as her mother repeated her question, a slight touch of worry in her tone at her daughters demeanour.
"Well Amy girls have a little bit of skin up inside their girly bits." Her father interjected smiling as Amy turned her blank look at him, "There is no need for it but we need to get rid of it for you, before some boy at school does so less considerately. OK."
Amy nodded not sure what she had agreed to, and knowing that really her agreement did not matter.
"Good girl now lie still your Mum is going to make you nice and ready. You may enjoy this princess."
John watched as his wife slipped down the bed and gently eased her daughters skinny legs apart and moved her face towards her slit.
Fran examined her daughter slit for a moment marvelling at its clean lines, and beautiful nature, so unlike her older 'cunt', ravaged by age, john's cock and most of all child birth. Yes I have a cunt but my daughter my precious daughter has a cute little cunny she mused.
Moving forward she gently kissed Amy's mound before using her fingers to separate her daughters hairless lips she licked slowly up and down to coat the channel with a preparation of maternal love and lubrication.
Fran marvelled at the sweetness of the taste on her tongue, it differed so much from the musty unpleasantness of her husbands penis and balls, though she rarely deigned to use her mouth on him.
Amy felt weird her mother was sticking her tongue up her thingy. DID SHE NOT KNOW WHAT CAME OUT OF THERE WHEN SHE WENT TO TOILET? Why on earth would anyone do such a thing? Other than that all she felt was wet, even when her mother licked and then sucked up her tiny clit she felt nothing, the chemical clitectomy she had endured denying her any sensations whatsoever.
John could not help but react his penis hardening to its full 6 inch glory as he watched his wife go down on his daughter. He could not remember when he had been so hard, it was if a rod of steel had been inserted into him. He watched entranced as his wife stopped her oral ministrations, and moving back began to slowly insert a finger into their daughter. 
He realised that the time was coming and stood and moving to the sybian machine, and applied a thick cover of lubrication to the dildo thrusting up from it. This 'hymen breaker' dildo was fairly small but fitted with a bulbous tip that would ensure that any girls hymen was efficiently ruptured and violated with no hope of resistance.

"John."
Turning John siled as his wife brought over Amy to stand before the machine. John could see that Amy's hitherto detached eyes had flicked back to life, a relief he had been somewhat concerned. Now though Amy was looking apprehensively at the machine. Although young and a virgin she was not so naive, especially after watching that DVD, what the thing was for, and more importantly where it was likely to end up.
Amy tried to pull away but her mother held her fast, John moved to her other side and took her other arm. Between them the pair moved the girl over the machine. "Now Amy it's best if you cooperate with us. A quick little sit down and it's all over." John reassured the girl
"No, no I don't won't to."
Slappp..
Fran slapped her daughters naked behind, not hard, but hard enough to leave a pink hand print.
Amy and John looked in surprise at Fran. Amy had never been hit by her mother before.
"You will obey us Amy, or I will take you over my knee and spank your naughty bottom red. Do I make myself clear? I SAID DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?".
"Yes Mum" Amy mumbled wanting to rub her stinging bottom but unable to do so as her arms were being held by her parents. "Good now come on."
Amy found herself lifted and moved slightly as her parents ensured that the head of the dildo nestled firmly at the entrance of the girl. Then without any words of comfort they pushed her down. Amy screamed at the feeling of the cold dildo pushed through into her.
Thud.... Ow, ow, owwwww.
The combination of a gel lubricated dildo, and a mother lubricated cleft meant no resistance was offered as she fell fully onto the pole. It ripped up through her and punched without consideration through her hymen, causing her to feel as if something had torn deep within her.
Struggling in pain Amy tried to rise and extract herself from the impalement, but found herself held by her mother. Two clicks signalled that her father had attached some clamps to her legs that tied her firmly to the base of the virgin breaking machine.
Satisfied the parents stood back and looked at the girl. John felt a pang of pride for some reason as he watched Amy, sway and stare eyes wide in astonishment as she felt her cunny filled fully for the first time, the mixture of unknown fullness and soreness making a heady mix her 10 year brain was ill equipped to process.
Fran knelt down and with a finger dipped her finger into the small trail of blood that now oozed down the shaft. Holding it up she displayed it to John who shared a nod of 'job well done' with his wife.
Before she stood Fran turned a small dial on the base of the machine causing it to begin to vibrate gently. Amy jerked in surprise only the ties on her legs denying her escape as the ripples added another layer of sensation to the feelings coursing through her. Had her clitoris been functioning it was likely that she would have orgasmed, and almost certainly she would have after a few minutes of the stimulation. Now though all Amy could feel was a strange combination of tickling niceness deep within her coupled with a sore ache. 
Fran made to clear away some of the materials arrayed around the room as her daughter knelt trussed to the machine. The guide had after all recommended that she be left on the machine for at least an hour, so as to ensure her channel was fully broken in.
John though stopped her and turning her to him kissed her passionately his lips mashing into hers.
"John what are you doing?"
John's hand reached down and pushing through his wife's thatch found his target and urgently thrust into his wife.
"You're wet" he smiled triumphantly.
"John please not in front of Am... Ohhhhhh fuck." Fran's protests stopped as she gave in to her feelings. After all unlike Amy her clit was fully functioning and desperate for attention. She had to her surprise been turned on all evening, the DVD, her daughter it was all so, she did not know the words, but whatever the words she was hot.
The hardness of her husband showed that he too had been affected. John was not a dominant lover and the pairs sex life was at best a weekly, and not always that often, slow missionary screw on a Saturday night.
John though had needs, his penis was hard and if he could not have Amy take care of it then his wife would do. He pushed her back so she fell on the bed he lowered himself between her and forcefully fucked her. This was not their normal lovemaking but something more animal like, the squelching sounds of cock in cunt, added to the grunts of John and the moans and yelps from Fran.
Amy said nothing as she knelt tied to the masturbation machine. She could not see what her parents were doing, but she knew, how could she not? She had thought they did not have sex anymore, once perhaps when they had her, but since then surely not. Yet all she could do was sit here as the machine continued its work within her, as her parents screamed and groaned through their orgasms, Amy though said nothing her only comment a tear that trickled down her cheek.





Amy Chapter 7
By Lee Davey
leedavey1000@gmail.com
copyright 2011 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 7:
John stopped the car and turned to Amy where she sat in the back.
"You ready princess?"
Amy nodded slowly. The moment had come that she had dreaded. It was Monday morning and the first full day of her new senior classes.
She had been in bed all of yesterday her mother insisting that she rest. Amy did not protest not even when her mother applied some antiseptic gel to her vagina.
Her mother if truth was told was embarrassed. Due to her lovemaking with her husband, Amy had been left strapped to the 'breaker' for an hour and a half. She literally had to be dragged from it, the lips of her vagina red and inflamed from the excessive penetration it had endured. Fran had concentrated so much on her husband that she had all but forgotten her, until her plaintiff cries had woken the pair of entwined adults from their sticky slumber so they could come to her rescue.
"Well come on don't want to be late do we."
Amy nodded and leaving the car followed her Dad into the school. She ignored the looks her former classmates gave her, knowing that the looks would only be a mixture of pity and gloating glee at her new situation.
John stopped as he saw Ms Hayes approach along the hallway.
"Oh you're here good. Go in and sit down Amy I need a quick word with you father." Ms Hayes smiled kindly at Amy who moved off to her class.
"Wait don't I get a kiss first?" her father asked.
Amy stopped and turning kissed her father on the cheek and rushed off, before anyone noticed the dead look in her eyes.
"Mr Barnehurst the Head has asked if you could drop by to speak to him. He has an offer he makes to all parents when the children move up to the 8th grade."
John walked towards the Head's office reminiscing about how his sex life had improved recently, but there was a twinge about his daughter. Obviously she was struggling to come to terms with her new life. Still he cheered up she would get over it, she was young and resilient and she didn't really have a choice as in 3 years all this would have happened anyway. 
A few minutes later Mr Barneshurst sat in the secretaries room outside of the Headmasters office. He declined the proffered drink and acknowledged the secretary's apologies that the Head had been slightly delayed. A loud cracking sound and shrill scream echoed from the office suddenly explaining clearly the 'delay'.
"Mr Barneshurst I'm sorry to have delayed you please come in" the urbane Headmaster's head popped around his door and beckoned the waiting man in.
Mr Barneshurst walked in and with admirable self-control declined to refer to the naked 16 year old girl bent over the Head's desk.
His self-control was tested further when he sat at the chair the head offered, given that the chair was positioned a scant 3 feet from the magnificent bottom of the girl.
She was incredible and could surely be a model if she so desired. Her hips were curvy, her waist trim, breasts full but not large. Her form would have been perfect were it not for the 6 bright red cane marks that currently marred the girl's bottom.
"Mr Barnehurst I help everything is going well with Amy? She has been prepared I hope, her class is due for double personal education today."
"Oh yes all sorted I assure you."
"Good, good we must always think of the children." His words said with no sense of irony despite the naked crying girl who still lay in front of him.
The head steepled his fingers under his chin and looked as if was considering some difficult decision.
"Mr Barnehurst, John can I call you John? Thank you. Yes John I see in you a caring father."
John nodded after all he could hardly argue. Internally though he was struggling to avoid the nude girl inches from him. He had never been so close to such an attractive and nubile young teenager. His wife was OK in the looks department at best, and his daughter too young to have much in the way of sexual looks. This girl though was a different kettle of fish. 
"I'm sorry" he apologised as he missed what the Head said next.

"I said John have you given any thought to becoming a parent teaching assistant?"
"Well I'm busy and don't have too much spare time." John quickly replied not anxious to be roped in to some volunteer work."
The Head smiled "Don't be so quick John. Have you fully considered the benefits?"
The Head stood and walked around the desk and trailed a finger down the spine of the supine girl causing her to shiver. His finger did not slow as it reached the crevice between her peaches of bottom cheeks. His finger dipped slightly into the crack and only reluctantly pulled away as the curve of the bottom meandered away to a much more interesting place.
"Remember John teaching professionals have certain rights... sorry I mean obligations in respect of children. Stand up Beth." The last words were spoken softly but firmly to the bent over girl.
Beth stood and turned now displaying her front to John who nearly had a stroke as her girlish slit was open to him, completely denuded of hair as was becoming a common requirement of parents of their children. Her breasts though were clearly those of a young woman, both of the breasts were firm were proudly ignoring gravity with disdain, two small pink nipples erect from the slight chill in the office poking out. 
The girl, Beth made no move to cover her nudity despite the red tinted patches on her cheeks giving away her embarrassment at John's frank stare. Beth had only just been caned but was well aware the Head would take no account of that fact should she be obdurate in her behaviour.
"Remember John teaching professionals are entitled to 'tutor' children. And if you became a parental teaching assistant you would be allowed, obligated even to take a more practical hand in your daughters tuition and occasionally help out at school, after school events or detention that sort of thing.
The Head put his arm around the girl. A move that could have been taken as one of reassurance were it not for the fact that the act caused his hand to rest lightly on her breasts, and began gently teasing the nipple.
"Well put like that then perhaps I could help." John stammered an erection now straining his pants, a fact that both the Head and the girl could not help but notice.
"Unfortunately while I know for a fact that you have the attributes we are looking for in an assistant" you're horny and rich he silently added, "There are some rules. Bureaucratic nonsense but there you go." The head responded.
"What are they?" John at that moment would have agreed to sacrifice a testicle if only he could drain the other one in the bald pussy of the girl in front of him.
"Well there is the application fee, and you would have to attend a short practical tuition course. The course is no problem in fact we could hold it this coming weekend if you wanted. The fee though would be £5000" the Head waited. He was slowly drawing John in.
Ever since the new rules on child education were brought in the opportunity to make money became apparent. The Government soon worked out that if enough parents could be persuaded to volunteer as assistants the education budget would be slashed, and who knows perhaps the school system could make the country money even.
The Head too knew the value of a good parent. He received a 10% commission and he had to recruit a minimum number of parents, as his budget was predicated upon this.
"£5,000 is a lot of money." John murmured.
The Head said nothing instead he unzipped his flies and pulled out his penis. Beth knelt down knowing her part in this act.
Beth had wondered why the Head had sent for her. She knew that the claim that she was late for class was simply untrue. But arguing against a teachers word was pointless, and would only involve a doubling of her punishment; and six of the best across her bare bottom was agony enough.
Beth hated her looks, she knew she was attractive. And she knew that the Headmaster was using her to obtain money for the school, yet no one cared. Her father regularly fucked her, fucked her more than he did her mother. Not that her mother was any better taking comfort in the attentions of daughters tongue to make up for her lack of an active sex life. She was 16 and dreaded the weekends when one parent would be packing his cock up her in whatever hole his fancy decided, while her tongue was licking out her mother. She hated it but her parents claimed it was for her benefit, all Beth knew was she seemed to be the only one of the three missing out on an orgasm. 
Beth leaned over and gently sucked the first inch of the Head's penis in her mouth. Her training meant that she barely recoiled at the faint taste of urine on the penis, and began to suck the Head as she knew she was required in this little play.
Oh fuck John nearly buckled at the knees as he imagined trading places with the Head.
"Yes." he croaked and cleared his throat, "Yes I can't see £5,000 being a problem." He managed.
"Perhaps I could spend some time with the young girl." John asked hopefully as the Head popped his cock from Beth's mouth as if her ministrations were of no interest and tucked his now damp penis back in to his pants.
"Unfortunately no Jon. You need to attend a short training event here on Saturday before that. Just to explain what is and is not appropriate." He explained, "after that you would be free to use, I mean assist your daughter as you wish. Additionally you could help train other school pupils when assisting in school events."
John nodded dumbly his balls aching madly as he looked at the kneeling girl her lips still damp from the saliva she had been using to coat the Head's penis.
"Don't worry John I'm sure these next 5 days will simply pass by. Beth you're dismissed, don't be late to class again – no you can dress out in the hall. Now John just make your payment arrangements to the secretary outside and she give you the event details, and you never know perhaps Beth will be one of the children involved on the day.
Oh God I hope so John though as he duck walked out of the head's office his erection threatening to cause permanent damage to the seams of his pants.





Amy Chapter 8
By Lee Davey
leedavey1000@gmail.com
copyright 2011 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 8:
Amy walked into the room and looked around the room for a free seat.
"Over here." Amy looked over and saw Georgina waving at her and patting an empty seat next to her.
Amy was in two minds as she remembered that the girl had seen her naked, trussed and being examined by the nurse and in normal times she would be the last person that Amy would wish to see. However given that the only other free chair was next to a boy Amy decided that the girl was the best option.
"How are you doing" Georgina asked Amy nibbling a strand of hair between her perfect white teeth.
"It's farty." A sniggering voice spoke up behind causing the rest of the class to burst out in laughter.
"Amy went red and started to cry, the emotions she had been holding in check these past few days finally overcoming her wafer thin control. This as was only to be expected caused the other children to laugh louder.
"Joshua you bastard, what's wrong with you." Georgie shot back at the boy who sat behind her.
"Georgina mind your language." The voice was soft with no hint of a threat but the entire class immediately went dead quiet.
Ms Hayes closed the door behind her.
"Sorry Miss" Georgina blurted out looking pale at being caught out swearing by her teacher.
Ms Hayes ignored her instead looking at Amy and then to Joshua.
"Well Joshua why don't you tell me what is going on." Ms Hayes voice had not changed, but there was a tone that indicated that the next few minutes would prove interesting.
"Nothing Ms Hayes"
"Really! Why then is Amy crying?" Ms Hayes asked raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know Miss, perhaps starting in a new class was too much for her." Joshua replied his tone eminently reasonable, his confidence unassailable.
"That makes sense." Ms Hayes looked as if she were considering something "And here I was thinking it was because you called her a nasty name."
The room went quieter if such were possible, not even a breath could be heard.
Joshua stared back but stared at the teacher but said nothing.
"Let's see Joshua. Lying, bullying and insolence. Oh dear three things I will not tolerate in little boys in my class." And what happens to insolent little boys in my class Joshua?" steel now in her tone.
"They get spanked Miss" Joshua replied his bravado slipping.
"Yes they do. And what happens to liars?"
"They get caned Miss." Joshua's voice barely a whisper.
"Yes they do. And bullies?"
"They get birched." Josh replied his voice now hollow with dread.
"So they do. Well then Joshua you have earned yourself a spanking, a caning and a birching. Not bad work for one little insult. Was it worth it?"
"I asked you a question was it worth it?"
"No Miss Hayes."
"No I don't suppose it was. Now I'm not an unreasonable person" Ms Hayes smirked, "So I will only spank you today at lunchtime. Would that be O.K?"
"Oh yes Miss. Thank you Miss." Joshua replied relief throughout his voice, and as one the class seemed once more to breathe.
"I will then ask Mr Dawkins to give you a sound caning tonight after school."
Joshua nearly lost control of his bladder at this. A spanking from Ms Hayes was mildly unpleasant and would give him a red bottom for a couple of hours. A caning from Mr Dawkins meant he would be marked for weeks.
"Your birching can be dealt with during your detention this Saturday. I'm sure one of our parental helpers will help me out. Especially if a certain one finds out why Joshua is in detention Ms Hayes added mentally.
The class shifted uncomfortably as Joshua too began to cry, not sob, but his cheeks were definitely damp. The class did not like Amy, nor did they actually hate her. But she was a new girl, a young child, too bright for her own good. And such children were rarely popular, despite all that it was highly unlikely that Amy would be picked on. Until today Ms Hayes had only spanked rarely, and ordered only one caning, and never ordered a birching. Ms Hayes had laid down a marker one that made it quite clear what she would not tolerate; and one no sensible boy or girl would dare cross. 
"Well now that is sorted out let me take the class register." Ms Hayes carried on as if nothing had happened as she sat down and opened the class register.
Amy was becoming more and more anxious as the minutes ticked by and the names were slowly called and answered. Amy knew that the first lesson was 'Personal education' and it was double lesson at that. When she had received her timetable on the proceeding Friday her eyes immediately searched for those lessons, and found to her relief that there were just two of them. Of course she realised that meant that there was only 4 hours of S E X each week.
"Right class you know the procedure." Ms Hayes called out as she closed the register, "Amy over here please."

Amy stood and walked slowly towards the teacher but then noted that to her surprise the room had not descended into a flesh slapping free for all of sex and nudity that she had expected. In fact the class was quiet as the children opened text books and read studiously.
Amy sat down next to Ms Hayes who turned and smiled at the small girl sitting nervously by her.
"Well Amy here we are".
Amy merely nodded too tongue-tied to reply.
"Don't look so worried. I know this is difficult for you." Ms Hayes squeezed Amy's hand reassuringly.
"Personal education isn't just about sex you know Amy. It's about becoming an adult, about responsibility and control. We don't have orgies here you know. It's about technique and positive reinforcement."
Amy smiled as Ms Hayes went on.
Let me explain. Yes there will be sexual acts here, and so there should be. And you will be participating in due course. But I am here to teach you how to grow into a fine young woman at home with her sexuality and I personally promise that I will see to it that you learn at your own pace, do you understand."
"Yes Miss, thank you Miss I was so worried, after that video my parents showed me." Amy shuddered.
That bloody DVD again Ms Hayes thought. It did more harm than good. Sex and punishments took place in the school. That was only right and natural, but really making the first thing a young boy or girl knew about the new rules was a bloody beating and frankly piss-poor demonstration of sex was counter-productive. Ms Haye's sniffed disdainfully at the quality of the DVD. No boy from my class would be quite so incompetent at lovemaking that the boy on the video had been she added proudly to herself.
"Amy most of Personal education is book based. The books the class are reading are simply instruction manuals. Later in the class we will go on to practical demonstrations but they are sedate and fully controlled, O.K?
That's a good girl. Now here take your copy of the manual and start reading the first chapter. You can then answer the questions at the end for homework and bring them in for the next personal class later in the week."
Amy walked back and took her seat ignoring the glowering look of hatred that Joshua shot her.

"Class it istime for your results." Ms Hayes spoke up as Amy sat down and looked approvingly as everyone in the class paid her immediate attention.
"Good. First I will read of the top academically performing girls from last week. That would be Theresa, Helen and Yasmine."

Amy watched as the three named girls smiled broadly and the other 9 or so girls in the class looked downcast.
"What's going on?" Amy whispered to Georgie.
"Oh poop. Missed out again." Georgie whispered back before explaining, "You see Amy the three girls with the best performance get a free pass from being selected later."
Ms Hayes continued before Amy could ask 'a free pass from what?'.
"The top three boys are Harry, Eddie and to almost everyone's surprise Gavin." A small chuckle run around the class as Gavin gave a goofy grin as he smiled broadly.
Even Ms Hayes smiled at his delight, "Well done Gavin you have waited long enough for your chance haven't you."
"Yes Miss I can't wait." The class laughed as did Ms Hayes.
"Why is he so happy? Does he get some sort of prize?" Amy asked.
"Oh that's right you wouldn't know would you." Georgie answered out of the corner of her mouth.
"You see Ms Hayes uses the Personal classes as a bonus reward system for good behaviour and doing well at classes, much better than gold stars, well at least the boys think so." Amy noticed that Georgie looked unhappy at this.
"Well boys please select your lab partners." Ms Hayes called out.
Harry a tall boy with a shock of unruly blond hair called out Donna. Eddie a fat boy with glasses and an oily complexion called out the name of Simone, indicating a very unhappy looking dark skinned girl sitting in the front of the room. Gavin the last of the three winners paused before smiling at his own cleverness said "Amy."
"No Gavin not Amy. Not yet at least choose again" Ms Hayes gave the boy a stern look as he made to complain, "Or you will lose your turn." She warned.
"Oh all right Miss. Georgie then." He finally selected.
"Oh great." Georgie moaned to Amy "That's all I need Gavin sweating all over me I'll need a bath after that."

Amy looked at her quizzically but received no explanation. Instead the three boys and girls moved to the front of the class to stand behind the teacher.
"Right you lot you know the process get the mats out. While they are doing that everyone get ready." Ms Hayes gave her orders in a calm voice but everyone immediately stood up and began to undress.
Amy sat and watched unsure what was expected of her.
"Amy come up here please."
Amy stood nervously twisting the fabric of her skirt next to Ms Hayes who did not look at her instead reading through a report that Amy remembered was the one the nurse had prepared concerning her last week.
A slapping sound caused Amy to start in surprise. Turning Amy saw that the sound was caused by Harry and Eddie flipping a thick rubber gym mat on the floor. Amy only briefly noted that though as she saw that the 3 winning boys now stood naked, next to then 3 girls stood looking less happy but equally nude.
Amy felt fingers quickly unhook the clasp of her skirt causing it to fall to the floor. Amy blushed deep red as she realised she now stood wearing panties in the classroom. The fact that she was surrounded by other naked children, was surprisingly, of little comfort.
Amy made to bend down to pick up her skirt as it pooled around her ankles, but was stopped as Ms Hayes, the phantom skirt dropper, hooked the small girl up and sat her on the edge of the desk with no apparent effort.
"Well Harry, Eddie, Gavin what are you waiting for? Ms Hayes asked mischievously knowing full well what the three eager children awaited.

"We need the, you know, the spray Miss." Eddie finally spoke up as none of the others appeared willing to speak.
"Oh of course how remiss of me to forget that. Stay where you are Amy please." Ms Hayes ordered over her shoulder as she stood and walked to a large cabinet that in most schools would be full of paper and pens. Amy though was slightly disappointed to find that after the teacher had unlooked the cabinet it contained only a few small cardboard boxes and what looked like a little water spray gun.
It was this that Ms Hayes picked up and carried over to the three awaiting boys. Ms Hayes kneeled down in front of Harry and without any modesty simply cupped the boy's testicles and small penis in one hand and then sprayed them with the spray gun.
As Ms Hayes repeated the process with the other two boys Amy wondered what she was doing. Perhaps she was just ensuring the boys were clean before they did anything yucky. But that did not explain why the other boys seemed to look on with yearning in their eyes.
Ms Hayes placed the spray gun and locked the door. Amazing she thought thinking about the spray. Keeping boys under control was never so easy since they invented that spray.
The Government had decided that the control of children's sexuality was a key method of regaining control. Once it had become clear that removing girl's parts was not particularly popular, and that simply deadening their clitorises was not enough, the Government turned on the boys.
Of course for a coalition of old men surgery on boys was not an option. However drugs, now drugs they had no problem with. For years pharmacologists were aware of the effect on a male's ability to orgasm or reach the final plateau of sexual release that certain drugs had. One such class of drugs usually used for psychological conditions had the unwanted side effect of suppressing a man's ability to orgasm. 
Why not then the Government thought increase this effect so that it blocked all sexual feelings. Why would a boy masturbate or bother girls if he could feel nothing pleasurable from the experience. The boy would then be more likely to behave and concentrate at school.
From then on the Government had administered yearly depot injections into boys denying them any sexual feelings. It would not prevent ejaculation though, that was a physical process and would still happen as nature intended, but no pleasure would be experienced, so really what was the point?
Then someone, probably a woman, remarked that rewarding boys with an orgasm could be a marvellous way of incentivising academic achievement. And so the spray was invented. A highly secret and controlled substance that overcame the effects of the orgasm suppressant drugs for a short time, at most an hour.
Access to the spray was restricted solely to teachers, Doctors and the like. It was rumoured that on the black market a single spray of that the drug could fetch a thousand pounds. It was unfortunate for most boys then that they did not have access to the black market, and those who might did not have a £1000 a wank to spare to procure the spray. 
The children in Ms Haye's class knew it simply as the 'joy juice'. Ms Hayes like a lot of teachers had implemented a reward system that the best performing children would be able to enjoy sex during their lessons. The other children would of course have sex, but for them there would be no release only the mechanical actions. Sex without fun the ultimate control and the improvement in class performance was frankly astonishing.


Ms Hayes sat back down and ordered the children who had not been selected earlier to sit and take notes. Then she pointed to the fat boy called Eddie and the dark skinned Simone.
"OK you two start. Let's see I think reverse cow-girl. Yes I know you prefer missionary Eddie, but you're too big and Simone might get crushed."
Eddie flushed at the implied remark concerning his weight but said nothing not willing to risk his impending fun with Simone.
Instead he laid down and waited. Simone stood above him the disgust on her face causing the boy to scowl in annoyance. Simone heard Ms Hayes cough pointedly and with an audible sigh knelt down and positioned herself over the penis of the fat boy.
The fact that Eddie was 13 and a few minutes ago an attractive female teacher had fondled him, coupled with the fact that a naked girl was standing astride him ensured that he already stood fully erect without the need for foreplay.
Simone a picture of concentration on her face inched down catching the stiff bobbing penis between her nether lips and satisfied that it was on target lowered herself slowly until she had placed all her weight down upon the now much happier looking boy.
Amy watched entranced as she watched the act of lovemaking for the first time, she had been unable to see her parents make love the other day, a fact she was glad of. In truth she could see little, Eddie's penis was not large and the fact that Simone was now slowly leaning back and forth meant that Amy actually saw little of the physical act. She looked to the side and saw that the other children who were not involved were watching and scribbling notes on their exercise books. 
"Eeeeeeeeee." Amy squealed as she found her knickers brusquely pulled to one side exposing her bare slit, and without warning Ms Hayes inserted a finger, thankfully lubricated, up her virgin slit.
"Oh good, your parents took care of your maidenhood. I wondered whether they... You two stop." This last command was to Simone who continued to push up and down on Eddie who lay still panting in pleasure.
Amy sat stock still; Ms Hayes had not as yet removed her finger so when the class turned to see the reason for her command they all saw Amy sitting perched on the table with the teacher's finger up her cunny.
Amy saw a couple of the boys snigger to themselves at Amy's discomfort and now beetroot red face, but smarter than Joshua first checked to ensure that Ms Hayes was not looking their way before daring to do so.
Ms Haye's pulled her finger out of Amy and wiped it clean on a handy alcohol wipe before standing up.

"Now class can you tell me what Eddie is doing wrong? Well anyone? Yes Heather?" a small mouse haired girl with glasses put her hand up.
"Eddie is not thrusting back into Simone's pussy. He is letting Simone do it all." She replied not at all self-conscious of using such a dirty word.
"Good Heather, bonus point for you." Ms Hayes smiled as Heather beamed at the good news.
"Yes that's right. Now Eddie you are expected to actively participate even in the cowgirl position. Now if you don't start being more active then you'll not be picked again."
Eddie nodded and began urgently pushing his hips up and down almost dislodging Simone, who grunting had to catch her balance and adjust her tempo to meet her partner's new dynamism.
Ms Hayes once more sat down before turning her attention once more to Amy.
"Oh you can get dressed now Amy. I just had to check whether you were still virgo intacto." Ms Hayes informed the girl without looking at her as she completed a new line on Amy's report.
Amy gladly jumped down off the table pulling the crotch of her knickers back in place and swiftly hooking her skirt back in place, anxious to escape any more sniggering looks.
Finally satisfied Ms Hayes put Amy's report in a drawer and spoke to Amy as she watched the two children on the floor continue to make love. Eddies face indicating that despite the fact that only a minute or so of active sex had occurred he was about to come.
"Amy can you tell me what Eddie and Simone are doing?"
"There making.....love Miss" Amy answered her voice dipping almost to a whisper.
"No. They are not making love Amy. Only adults in a loving committed relationship make love. Those two are having sex."
Ms Hayes could see that Amy was confused about the distinction "You see Amy making love requires an emotional connection that children are simply not mature enough to develop. These classes are not about love, they are about teaching you about the practicalities of sex. So that you can when you are a woman more effectively express your feelings for your boyfriend or husband." 
Amy nodded although she could not really understand what Ms Hayes was driving at. All she knew that two children were having sex / love whatever in front of their watching classmates.
"Ah, ah, ahhhh. Yess." Eddie exclaimed announcing his orgasm to the class. Simone as soon as Eddie had finished twitching stood up as if she could not wait to be free of the fat boy's physical presence. A tell-tale trail of white cum dripped from her open pussy and onto her brown thigh, indicating that Eddie despite his pudgy looks was a capable wet cummer.
Ms Hayes wondered whether she should introduce Amy to a boys' sperm but decided against it. She has gone through a lot today I'll try and ease her into things as far as possible.
"O.K. Simone clean yourself up and stop dripping all over the floor please. You two standard missionary please." Ms Hayes waved towards Harry and Donna not seeing Simone's disgusted look as she began to scoop out Eddie's juice from her open pussy. That would have been a punishable offence, even in Ms Hayes class, girls were taught that their job was to pleasure boys to the best of their ability, and gratefully receive whatever was deposited. Still no one could argue that Eddie's cum was not the most sort after stuff in the class. 
Amy was uncomfortable as Ms Hayes rested the girl on her lap. Amy was conscious that she was small and much younger than her new classmates; and if Ms Hayes continued to treat her like a little girl in front of them then they surely would not accept her as an equal. Ms Hayes though was not to be denied so Amy found herself on the young woman's lap as Donna laid down on the mat. Squirming a little at the sweat that Eddie had left upon it she spread her legs and smiled encouragingly at Harry. Donna was a chubby but still pretty dark haired girl. She had reasonably large breasts and her thighs chunky but pleasing to view. Harry thin and tall knelt between the girl and shifted around as he lined up his 4 inch penis into Donna's hole.
"This is called missionary." Ms Hayes explained to the whole class, but primarily for Amy's benefit, after all the others had seen this enough times to know full well what was going on.
"A standard position that is suitable both for demonstrating affection and impregnating woman. The man thrusts into his partner from above while also having unrestricted access to his partner's breasts. Which in Donna's case are filling out quite nicely."
"Thank you Miss." Donna called up from underneath Harry who had only just managed to slip inside her honestly pleased at the compliment. Donna quite enjoyed sex even with an inexperienced lover like Harry. She much preferred it when her 17 year old brother took her, which he seemed to do virtually every night after she turned 13. But he was considerate and much to both of their surprise he once managed to give her an orgasm through vaginal intercourse alone, a most unusual experience. An experience that Donna had long searched for ever since, unfortunately with little luck given that for some reason thirteen year old boys lacked both the experience and physical equipment required..
With practiced motions she rotated her hips and clenched her muscles tightly onto Harry's penis milking him with firm muscular contractions.
Unlike his partner Harry had little knowledge of sex. Not that bright he had little practice with real live girls. His only experience being forced hand jobs on his unresponsive penis. An act that caused him to orgasm if not feel any pleasure from it.
It was unsurprising then that a skilled girl like Donna was too much for him. His eyes widened and he shuddered into an orgasm barely 15 seconds after pushing into Donna's tight hole.
The class was silent save for a suppressed snigger. A snigger even more mortifyingly for Harry that was both masculine and feminine in tone. Ms Hayes shook her head in mock disappointment "Dear me Harry that was most ... disappointing now wasn't it."
Harry had stood up not even bothering to cover his now deflated cum and juice covered penis.
"Please Miss Sorry Miss." He apologised red faced at his lack of control.
"I don't know why you're apologising to me Harry; I'm not the one you just disappointed." Ms Hayes waved her fingers around at Donna who still lay on the mat but now raised slightly on her arms looking at Harry with a mixture of pity and annoyance.
Flushing Harry turned and mumbled an apology that Donna disdainfully did not acknowledge.
As the two children moved away from the mat, one dabbing herself clean, the other slinking away shamefaced leaving only Georgie and Gavin standing in the class naked.

Amy could not help but look at her friend's body. Despite being 3 years her elder Georgie was not built that differently to her. Her breasts were visible but hardly big and her hips still narrow.
Gavin was well built his penis 4 inches and like the others Amy noticed that he too had no skin on the tip of his penis.
Ms Hayes noticed the look that Amy was giving and asked her reason.
Stuttering Amy initially tried to deny what she had been looking at but a raised eyebrow caused her to reconsider her attempted lie.
"I was just wondering why his thingy like the other boys is missing its tip." She finally said.
Gavin looked affronted at the word 'missing' but kept silent.
"I do not recognise the word thingy in this class. What is it called?" Ms Hayes demanded.
"A penis Miss." Amy whispered.
"Louder so everyone can here."
"A penis Miss it's called a penis."
"That's better. And you are wondering why his penis looks different?" "Yes Miss."
"Different to whose penis."
"My fathers Miss." Amy responded every word dragged from her unwilling lips.
"Of course. Your father would not have been recently educated obviously. You see Amy there are two types of penis. Circumcised ones like Gavin is sporting over there. And uncircumcised like I have just found out your father possesses.
A penis has a lot of skin that skin is pulled back when a penis becomes erect. Show her what I mean Joshua." Ms Hayes explained.
Joshua did not look at all happy at this but walked until he stood in front of Amy and undoing his zip pulled his willy out."
"Don't be silly boy, take the trousers down and let everyone see." Ms Hayes commanded.
Joshua looked evilly at Amy but did as he was told pulling on his now fully exposed penis. While the drugs used on boys prevented sexual excitement they did not prevent erections or indeed cumming, there just was no point. However a 13 year old is only a second away from an erection at the best of times. So Amy watched wide eyed as Joshua wanked his small penis hard the purple head slowly pushing out between the foreskin until it stood proud and exposed to the 10 year olds eyes.

"Joshua's penis looks like your fathers?"
"Yes but much smaller." Amy replied honestly.
Ms Hayes did not even bother to hide her laughter as Joshua winced in embarrassment.
"Joshua and your father are uncircumcised. Many older men are, Josh here is unusual in that he has yet to be circumcised, that is where the skin is cut off. Nearly all boys are either done at birth or when they turn 13. However Joshua's parents are waiting for his grandparents to come over from Australia, they intend to make a big family affair of your circumcision don't they Joshua?" 
Joshua nodded his head glumly knowing that his Grandparents were due to arrive within weeks. He had seen some of his classmate's circumcisions and the blood and screaming truly terrified him. However he had no choice his parents had sole power to decide what and what did not happen to his penis and they considered it to none of Joshua's business.
"Gavin over there is circumcised. He had his skin cut off at the start of the school year. Some parents have it done when their sons are born, however if they wait until they are 13 the Government pays so most wait." Ms Hayes explained.
With an unexpected motion Ms Hayes hand snaked out and slapped Joshua none too softly on the head of his erect penis causing Joshua to yelp and shamefully burst into tears.
"We're finished with you Joshua you can get dressed and sit down now." Ms Hayes did not even spare the boy a look as he minced off one hand holding his trousers the other his punished penis.

"But why Miss." Amy explained her initial embarrassment gone and replaced with her natural curiosity. "Why cut it off does it cause problems, you know when they go to pee."
"No Amy, although there can be some medical problems. The reason we now require all boys to be circumcised when they are thirteen is that it restricts their masturbatory habits. You see Amy even despite the fact there is no point it was found that boys simply could not keep their hands off themselves. Even circumcised they still masturbate, but it makes it a tad more difficult."
Ms Hayes stopped her explanation and frowned at the clock.
"Anyway time is passing and we have two more to do and I'm sure Gavin here would be most disappointed if the spray wore off before he had his chance." Gavin's eager nod brought a smile once more to Ms Hayes lips.
She paused and considered what to ask them to do. She quite liked both of them. Gavin while not bright was honest and normally well behaved. Well Georgina was one of the sweetest girls around. However there had been a decline in her behaviour in the past few weeks Ms Hayes noted. Not enough to warrant detention or a spanking but just a general lessoning in attentiveness. Ms Hayes had found it best to nip that sort of decline in the bud, so let's buck the girl's ideas up she decided, a short sharp painful lesson is called for. 
"Georgina on your knees doggy style please." Ms Hayes ordered and watched as the girl kneeled down and assumed the position.
Ms Hayes opened a drawer and pulled out a tube of lubricant which with a little doubt she handed to the surprised Amy.
"Amy please apply some lubrication to Georgina's bottom, after all I don't want any harm to come to her during her anal sex lessons. Georgina will advise you after all its her bottom on the line."
Georgina's eyes opened wide in surprise. ANAL, oh fuck no she moaned. She had never had anal before and had only witnessed it once. The boy that day on the receiving end had screamed and clawed frantically as he was relentlessly and painfully buggered for 20 minutes. That had been at the hands; or rather penis of Mr Dawkins and while Gavin here was no Mr Dawkins in the package department, anal was a very rare for Ms Hayes class, and not one any girl wished for.
The class too winced in surprise. Georgie was a popular girl and the girls were giving her 'be brave' smiles. Even if Georgie did not know it the boys were if anything more sympathetic as to a boy every one of them had been on the receiving end of anal. Of course as Amy was not a participant in the boy's gym classes so she would not have known. 
"Miss I would prefer normal sex." Gavin tentatively put up his hand.
"Then it is unfortunate that this class is not solely for your benefit young Gavin. We are here to learn about all types of sex together in a supportive and encouraging learning environment.
So Gavin you will give Georgina an anal fucking and you will make it last. If you come like Harry did then I will take it as deliberate insubordination. Is that clear, good I thought it would be."
The class as one watched Ms Hayes in new eyes. She was by popular acclaim the nicest of the older children's teachers. Yet nice was a relative term in schools these days. Nice meant that she did not whip children for fun or take them as their own personal sex toys like many other teachers did. Nice did not mean taking any advice let alone cheek from children though.
Amy sat behind Georgie the tube of lube in her hand.
"I don't know what to do." She hissed at Georgie.
Georgie did not want Amy to become involved in this, not this soon into her schooling. Yet she could not risk a dry anal fucking. She had heard the urban myths of boys and girls ending up in hospital from such brutal rapes, and she did not want to see whether there was any truth to this particular urban myth.
"Listen carefully" she spoke calmly to Amy as if to a frightened toddler, "Take the lube and coat lots, and I mean LOTS of lube onto your two big fingers. Done that? Good. Now let me..." Georgie shifted her position so her weight was now balanced on her chest; her hands now reaching back pulled her bottom cheeks as far apart as she could comfortable manage.
"Can you see my anus, that's the poopy hole" she explained.
"I know what an anus is." Amy huffily replied.
"Sorry, what you need to do is rub the gel into the hole."
Amy's fingers hesitated for a moment before pressing into the hole and smeared the gel around her friend's anus.
"OK. That's done now reload your fingers and press then into my anus gently please." Georgie begged.
Amy did this and gasped as her fingers dipped into her friend's dark hole, slipping in with little resistance. What Amy could not believe was the heat and the pressure. The muscles were crushing her fingers and the heat was so intense that it felt as if they were burning.
"Rotate you, uggghhh, fingers, try and stretch the muscles. Please Amy you have to otherwise I could be hurt." Georgie begged as she saw Amy nearly cry at the pain she was causing the 13 year old girl.
Regaining control Amy nodded and did as she was asked working her fingers around and around using the strength of her fingers to push the anal walls apart as she slapped more and more lube into and around the poop chute.

Finally Ms Hayes had judged that enough lube had been applied, she wanted to being Georgie down a notch, not cause her serious harm.
She waved Gavin forward who reluctantly knelt behind Georgie and lined up his hard penis, he was after all 13 and had just witnessed one girl anally masturbate the girl he was about to bugger.
Carefully he inserted his penis groaning as the dark chute seemed to suck him in to its depths, within seconds his small endowment was fully plugged into Georgie. The girl was breathing hard but the pain was not too bad. Unfortunately for her Gavin was losing his self-control. He did not want to hurt Georgie but he could not restrain himself the eroticism of what he was doing coupled with his forced effective chastity too much for him to bear. He grasped the girl's narrow hips and began sawing into and out of Georgie ignoring her moans and later cries of pain lost in his own feelings. Not so lost that he did not restrain himself when he felt himself coming slowing down until the urge subsided and then relentlessly fucking Georgie so roughly that her arms gave out and she fell to her chest, the force of Gavin's final orgasmic thrusts pushing her crushed tits across the mat and then the cold floor adding a painful nipple burn to the fire in her arse. 





Amy Chapter 9
By Lee Davey
leedavey1000@gmail.com
copyright 2011 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 9:
Amy's head banged painfully against the wall as the three boys pushed her back with ease as she tried to pass them in the hall.
Amy recognised the boys from her class but did not know their names.
"We won't a word with you." The middle one hissed at Amy as she shrank back from his venomous look.
"Let me go. Why are you hurting me?" Amy tried to push past but the three boys all 3 years older than her were far too big to be moved by the waif like frame of Amy.
"Listen to the baby. Let me go. Let me go. Listen to me Amy." The middle boy punctuated each word with a bang of Amy's head against the wall.
"You come up to our class and you get Josh into trouble, and you ask 'Why are you hurting me.'" The boy mimicked a falsetto impression of Amy's voice.
"Pay attention go back to your class, girl or we will beat the living shit out of you day after day after day..." The boy holding Amy against the wall a forearm across her throat drew back his fist ready to punch Amy in the face.
"AND WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" all four participants in the tableau froze, their bowels freezing solid in terror as the unmistakable dulcet tones of Mr Dawkins boomed out.
The three boys turned quickly leaving Amy red faced and breathing hard against the wall.
A chorus of 'nothing Sirs' echoed out from the three boys who knew that they were in so much trouble that Joshua's fate was beginning to look quite pleasant.
Mr Dawkins surveyed the scene quickly. Obviously the three boys had been bullying the younger child, and things may have got out of hand had he not intervened.
That girl where do I recognise her from? Mr Dawkins searched his memory as he stood quite still watching all the children literally quiver in terror in front of him.
That's right she was that girl who the Bertie, even internally he snarled the Headmasters name with derision, had bumped up several years. That man was an ass letting children move around school just so his precious schools exams results would look slightly better. Did he not realise that children must be treated like the animals they behaved like. Treating them as thinking reasoning individuals was sheer lunacy. He remembered the dark day when Bertie had beaten him to the post of Head teacher, all because of that 'incident' with the boy, the Court had cleared him, but clearly it was still being used against him. He seethed impotently at this injustice, until allowing his yes to fall once more on Amy, and a chance for revenge, albeit a small one, against Bertie had come his way.
"I can see exactly what has happened here Alan." Mr Dawkins spoke softly a smile on his face as he looked at the large boy who had been threatening to punch Amy.
Alan that's his name Amy remembered as she rubbed some life back in her throat. She was not normally a vindictive girl and she certainly would not have turned Mr Dawkins on her worst enemy; but right now she hoped Mr Dawkins would go Ape-poopy on their backsides.
"Yes Alan I can see exactly what is going on. Silence." Mr Dawkins snapped as Alan tried to speak. "Yes clearly Amy here started the fight, I saw it all. Picking on you three boys I simply won't tolerate it."
The three boys gaped in delight at Mr Dawkins contrary view of the incident, while Amy gaped at the unbelievable unfairness of Mr Dawkins accusation.
"You boys go about your business. You girl come with me you will be severely caned for you violent inclinations." Mr Dawkins grabbed Amy by the collar and lifting her began to pull her to his office.
"No you won't." Mr Dawkins stopped his face apoplectic in surprise and rage at this intervention.
Mr Dawkins turned dragging poor Amy around by the scruff of her neck. He literally snarled in rage when he saw that the voice that had presumed to deny him belonged to Ms Hayes.
He towered over the woman by a good foot but despite this she neither shrank back nor strangely enough seemed small next to him. In fact if anything her calm presence gave her stature that dwarfed the raging man.
Alan and his two cronies seeing the impending battle hastily walked away, but nor before they saw Ms Hayes catch their eyes and give them a look indicating that she would be dealing with them later.
"I said No Mr Dawkins. You will not." Ms Hayes replied.
"How dare you young lady I will not be talked to in such a way by a mere chit of a girl."
"I know exactly why you're intending to punish Amy despite the fact we both know those three boys were the ones who were in the wrong. And I will not let Amy suffer the same as that boy in your infamous 'incident',"
Amy felt her collar be released much to her relief as she could now breathe more easily. She watched in wide eyes as Mr Dawkins fronted up to Ms Hayes towering over her face and eyes red in rage.
"How dare you. How dare you...you don't know what happened. Let me make it clear girl." He spluttered in the face of Ms Hayes who did not back an inch away from the man, and only with slow deliberation wiped away a speck of saliva that had landed on her cheek with consummate disdain.
"I am in charge here, and if I want to thrash that little slut within an inch of her life I will, and if I want to do it every day I will." Mr Dawkins was literally screaming now.
"Well then let us hope your ability to judge the length of an inch has improved since the 'incident' then?"
Both Ms Hayes and Mr Dawkins turned as the Head Teacher stalked down the hall.
"I will not have two of my teachers arguing in the halls. Unbelievable after everything we do in this school to instil discipline in the children and you two feel it is appropriate to act in such a manner!"
"Well Bertie this young girl was caught red-handed in a flagrant act of violence and bullying. I was going to gently correct her behaviour until this teacher" he snarled the term "decided to interfere and promote chaos in the school".
"Really? I fail to see how any one with two brain cells to rub together could believe that this young girl was bullying 3 boys 3 years older than her." Ms Hayes shot back contempt oozing in every syllable.
"Enough both of you. I know full well what is going on here." Here he stared blackly at Mr Dawkins aware that the teacher had always opposed any of his ideas.
"I do not accept that Amy Barneshurst here could bully Alan Wakes and his two cronies; and any teacher who could is not in mind fit to continue teaching. Given that Mr Dawkins do you still believe that is what happened?" the Head Teacher smirked at Mr Dawkins taunting him to argue, to give him a reason any reason to fire his main competitor.
"Well then obviously I was mistaken." Mr Dawkins conceded grudgingly knowing that he was in a no win position. "However I will be keeping a close eye on you Amy and if in the next 6 or 7 years you misbehave, and you will, then I will not hesitate to discipline you. Surely both of you could not argue with that."
The Head put a warning hand on Ms Hayes arm "No that is quite a correct position for a teacher to take. I would expect any teacher in my school to punish misbehaviour, in fact I insist upon it."
For a tense few seconds the two men locked stares until Mr Dawkins turned and looked at Amy a small curl of his lip "Well Amy allow me to apologise for my mistake, still no harm done hey. However I will be taking a close personal interest in your development my girl, after all we all see a lot of potential in you." Mr Dawkins literally quivered in sadistic fervour as he thought of the future possibilities as he stalked off.
Ms Hayes took Amy's hand and made to walk away.
"No Ms Hayes." The Head stopped them "Amy here was involved in an altercation in the hallway and that is not acceptable. She will come to me where we will have a serious talk."
Ms Hayes opened her mouth to protest but the Head forestalled her "That will do Ms Hayes. Mr Dawkins was wrong, but so were you in arguing in the hallway. That was unprofessional, do not add insubordination to you deeds for today. I have a 100 resumes in my office with teachers seeking a job."
Ms Hayes bit her lip knowing that the threat was real. There was immense competition for teaching jobs ever since the changes in education. Ms Hayes squeezed Amy's hand comfortingly but was unwilling to risk her job for the girl.
It was for the second time in a couple of days that Amy found herself standing in front of the Head's table. Sweating profusely as she noted the canes that hung ominously on the wall.
The Head sat watching Amy as she stood to attention in front of him. He was unsure why he had taken such an interest in the girl after all normally if he had any needs he would simply select a boy to meet them. Yet when Miss Denny had told him about Amy's excellent test results the little doe eyed girl had haunted his dreams. 

He listened as Amy explained what had happened without interrupting. Without giving any clue as to whether he believed her or not, or what he intended to do.
Standing he walked around the desk until he stood directly behind the girl barely an inch from her. Due to her size Amy's head barely reached his belly. For a few seconds he said and did nothing relishing the waves of fear and confusion radiating from the girl.
"Amy I believe you" he smiled as he could feel a release breath of tension from the girl who believed she had escaped any punishment.
"However" he loved that word it was nothing more than a pretentious 'but'. "However I cannot allow such behaviour to go unpunished, although you were not the instigator of the fight you were involved. Ms Hayes will deal with the boys. I will deal with you; get ready for your punishment."
Amy blinked back a tear; she knew that it would come to this although a minute ago she has hoped that she would be spared. Knowing what was expected of her Amy unhooked her skirt and folding it neatly placed it on the dark wooden table in front of her. She shivered as the cool air of the room touched her now bare legs. Pure creamy white skin open from he tips of her white socks to the tips of her small panties. 
Bertie still stood behind the girl and took a step back so he could look at her more easily. Bertie had seen thousands of children girls and boys before. This one was still a girl, unlike the older girls who had curves and were peeking into womanhood, this one was a still very much pre-pubescent. Her thighs were bony, her hips narrow and her bottom no different than any boys that he had had the delight of experiencing.
Bertie caressed Amy's panties with a hand and bent her forward until her flat cheat lay across the wooden table. Amy flinched as she felt the Headmasters fingers hook into the sides of her panties and slowly deliberately pull them down.
Amy now was naked from the waist down but despite this she did not resist of she felt the man's hand push between her thighs and ease them a foot apart, even though she knew that he could, and indeed anyone entering, see clear into her girly bits and into her bottom. She moaned in shame and rested her cheek on the desk as the Headmaster caressed her cheeks ostensibly to assess whether they were up for the impending beating. 
He walked around carefully hiding his grin before moving into Amy's field of vision. He walked to the wall and selected a cane flexing it almost double with his hands and then using the tip of the cane lifted Amy's now tearful face up to look at him.
"This Amy is the junior cane. Normally only used on the younger children but still quite capable of producing a nasty sting."
He swished it back and forth in front of the child's wide eyes until it thrummed through the air in a constant blur of motion.
"I can use it on your bottom in two ways. The first is to simply give you a few strokes, but frankly that would not be sufficient and is only used on little children. The other method is simply to whip it up and down on your bottom like this for a whole minute. Can you imagine that Amy 3 or 4 strokes a second, none hurting that much, but 60 seconds of building pain and there is nothing that you can do or say that will stop me?"
Amy struggled with her bladder as the Headmaster continued to whir the cane back and forth. Then to her surprise and relief he simply tuned and replaced the cane onto the wall.
"For fighting I would normally use this however," Bertie picked up a different cane from the wall. He smiled as he heard a choked sob issue from Amy.
"Yes Amy this is the senior cane." He lovingly run his fingers up and down the shiny wooden rod. It was thick and long with barely any give when he flexed it.
"Yes for fighting I would give either 6 or 12 of the best with this. Of course after so a caning you would have to go to the nurse's room to have your wounds cleaned and the blood wiped off. But that is not my problem is it girl."
Bertie walked around the table once more slowly whipping the thick can through the air. Unlike the previous cane this one created a deep hum as it parted the air. A dreadful ominous sound that reached down deep into Amy's brain causing her to cry uncontrollably.
Bertie waited silently for over 2 minutes until Amy had progressed through tears, through wracking dry heaves and finally subsided into mute accepting terror at her impending caning.
"You see Amy what I do is whip this in as hard as I can into your bottom." He rested the canes length across Amy's bony bottom pressing it in so Amy could feel its penetrating feel.
"It can cause intense pain and deep muscle bruises. You will not be able to sit for days. In fact it has been known for even more serious injuries to occur in the hands of the incompetent or sadistic. Take Mr Dawkins and that poor boy such a terrible incident."
The Headmaster removed the cane from Amy's bottom and then gently tapped it back barely brushing the skin of the child. "But I am neither incompetent nor a sadist. Despite what some of your fellow students might say to the latter." He chuckled at his own witticism.
"I am more than capable of giving you an excruciatingly painful caning. One that you will remember for as long as you live, but without causing any permanent harm, well physical harm at least. So Amy prepare yourself."
Amy struggled to remain where she was hands grasping the hard wood of the table, her cheek pressed firmly against the now wet wood.
She felt more than heard the Headmaster draw back the heavy cane. Amy had never been caned or indeed really spanked either. Yet she had heard other children talk about it. She remembered Terri from her former class who had been caned at the age of none for skipping lessons. She had secretly shown Amy and the other girls her red bottom and tearfully explained how much it had hurt. Amy realised that was merely 4 strokes of the junior cane, this would be much much worse. She tried to relax but could not her bottom clenched tight. 
Swissshhhh. The cane ripped through the air Amy squeaked and tensed and then finally realised that nothing had happened. The cane had whistled past her clearing her prone body by several inches.
"You may stand Amy." In a comforting tone. At this Amy stood and looked back eyes wide in surprise at the reprieve. The Headmaster smiled and placed the cane on the table. He knelt in front of the girl and pulled her knickers up from where they pooled around her ankles. He tugged them into place and gently tapped the crutch with a friendly pat.
He handed Amy her skirt ignoring the look of shock on the girls face at his familiarity.
As Amy reattached her skirt Bertie Smyth had an epiphany as to why he was so interested in Amy. It was the thrill of the hunt, the chase, and the final conquest he had missed for so long. He fondly remembered the time before the rules had changed when he tricked boys into having their sore bottoms massaged with soothing cream after a spanking, unaware that the cream was in fact this cum. When he was allowed, nay encouraged to have sex with the teenage children he had had a field day, but something was missing. 
With Amy he sensed a chance to regain the thrill of his youthful indiscretions. She was a virgin a rare commodity in schools these days, and she was so wonderfully naive. He wanted to corrupt her to lead her into womanhood step by faltering step. With a conscious effort he controlled himself less his growing erection uncover his feelings and turned once more to Amy.
"Now Amy the reason I went through all that was because I wanted to make it absolutely clear that bad behaviour will not be tolerated. But I don't like spanking children." He mentally crossed his fingers at such a lie, "But I will not hesitate in severely punishing you should you deserve it. Do you understand?" he hugged her gently looking her in the eyes.
"Yes Sir and thank you." Amy replied in a small voice genuinely thankful for her reprieve and the small words of comfort he had given her.
"Good girl." He chastely kissed her on the lips and ushered her from his room. He patted Amy on the bottom causing her to skip in surprise and then hurry off to class.
Bertie felt his cock straining hard at his pants and he turned to his secretary.
"Be a dear would you and ask Mr Peters to send Ben Gaskins to my office. I hear he has been misbehaving again." He turned and walked back into his office and released his cock from his zip, and smiled at the thought of Ben screaming as he buggered him raw. While he was prepared to wait for Amy he was a man and he had more immediate needs to service, and Ben would do quite well enough.
