The Gang Part 54 By Kelly Slimspank KellySlimspank@Googlemail.com
copyright 2008 by Kelly Slimspank, all rights reserved
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Keith stepped out of the Land Rover and looked across at the low wooden
building. He unfolded a map and spread it on the bonnet. He frowned when
he couldn't find the building, but the hollow was clearly marked. He
returned to the vehicle and pulled out a small but rugged laptop. He
poured himself a cap of coffee from a flask as he waited for the laptop to
boot up. A couple of minutes later he was peering at Forestry Commission
maps, site plans, the asset database, and other resources. He could find
no mention of the building anywhere. As far as the Ordnance Survey and the
Forestry Commission were concerned - the building did not exist.
He put the laptop away, refolded the map, and finished his coffee while
he stared at the non-existent building. Despite what the computer and the
maps had said, Keith could see it, and he did not doubt that it existed.
He thought it had probably been built sometime early last century, probably
illegally. He shook that last few drops of coffee from the cap, screwed it
back onto the top of the flask, and tossed the flask through the window
onto the passenger seat.
As he strode down towards the building he reviewed what he remembered of
last week's budget meeting, and what work gangs he had in the vicinity.
The building would have to come down, and he'd have to organise it.
Fortunately, last years under-spend had left plenty of cash in the kitty,
and there was even a sizable unofficial pot where previous heads of
department had stored spare under-spends to give them some flexibility in
the future. It wasn't exactly legitimate, but it was very useful. This
just meant that if a particular piece of work had been budgeted at
fifty-thousand pounds, and it had actually cost forty-eight thousand, the
accounts would show a fifty-thousand pound spend, and the extra
two-thousand would be set aside for 'contingencies'. There was no
corruption involved, the money was all spent on legitimate projects, but it
meant that they had spare cash for jobs that they either couldn't get
official funding for, or the application process would take too much time
and trouble to bother with.
Demolishing a building that didn't exist would be exactly the sort of
project that would be almost impossible to get done through official
channels. Keith wondered briefly if there was anyone in the world who was
allowed to just get on and do their job without having to battle an army or
bureaucrats who were trying to stop them.
Keith entered the building cautiously, concerned about the structure and
whether it might collapse at any moment. It was gloomy inside, and he was
surprised when he heard what he thought was quiet conversation. He
wondered if he should call for backup, just in case this was a drug
dealers' den or a training camp for Al Qaeda or something. He briefly
imagined himself receiving a medal or commendation for discovering a major
terrorist camp as he entered the room ready to issue a challenge.
His jaw dropped when he saw Victoria and Emily sat drinking tea and
chatting about fashion. Paul, Ben , Alan, and Dave were discussing Bond
movies. Alison, Amy and Wendy were talking about school. If Keith hadn't
been so surprised he might have suspected that the whole scene looked just
a little bit staged.
"Hi Dad" said Amy cheerfully and she leapt up and ran over to her father
to give him a hug. "Do you want a cup of tea?"
"Um, no thanks I just had a cup of coffee" he said. There were other
greetings. Mostly "Hello Mr Davison" as Keith kept trying to persuade them
to call him Keith.
"What's going on here?" he asked.
"It's our den" said Ben.
""I'm sorry Keith" said Victoria "If we're trespassing, but we've been
using this place as a den for years. There aren't many places we can play
safely like this" she said sweetly.
Keith nodded and looked round. He well remembered being their ages and
he knew full well how amazing a den like this would have been for him and
his friends. He was mildly jealous.
"It's going to have to be demolished" he said.
"Dad!" said Ben.
"No, please daddy" said Amy.
"Mr Davison!" said Alison.
"Can't we talk about it?" asked Emily.
"We're not doing any harm" said Paul.
"Can I have a couple of minutes?" asked Victoria "Outside?"
Keith nodded, feeling sorry for the kids. He understood how they must
feel. To have a great den like this and then lose it must be a great
disappointment. He began to consider whether he could maybe just forget he
ever saw it.
Victoria got up and took Keith's hand, leading him outside to the
hollow. Keith was a little surprised by this gesture and the contact with
Victoria's hand, her closeness to him, was a little disturbing. She was a
beautiful young lady.
"I'm sorry about all this Keith" said Victoria with a sigh. She led him
to a log and sat him down. She sat close to him, their thighs in contact,
and she was half turned towards him, her hands in her lap demurely. "It's
all my fault."
"What do you mean?" asked Keith feeling a little flustered by the
closeness of this girl.
"I mean I found this place ages ago and we've been playing here ever
since. It's somewhere we can come, away from the other kids and parents,
and it's safe. We're not roaming the streets or getting into trouble, we
can do our homework, talk about school, play safely and so on. But it was
me that brought the others here, me who brought Ben and Amy here, and
between us we've tried to do the place up. We keep it clean and tidy and
we've tried to make it nice, look after it" she said
"I see" he said, clearing his throat slightly.
"We'd like to do more, but it's difficult. And we'd like to keep it a
secret. If all the other kids find out they'll all want to come here and
then there are likely to be fights and trouble, and if the adults find out
- who knows what sort of weirdoes might stalk the place" she said. Keith
just nodded.
"But anyway, it's my fault, and if anyone should get into trouble it
should be me" said Victoria "So if you're going to spank us, please don't
hurt the others. Just spank me" said Victoria giving Keith a very sorry
and very appealing look.
"Spank you?" said Keith, his surprise at the suggestion only matched by
the sudden excitement that rose within him.
"That's what normally happens when we're naughty" she said exaggerating
in her own case.
"I don't think it would be proper. I mean I'm a man, and you're a..."
"I know but it's not unusual" said Victoria.
"It's not?" he asked barely able to contain his shock.
"Only this morning Margaret spanked Emily, and Diane spanked Ben" said
Victoria.
"Really?" asked Keith "But... that's different anyway. They're women,
and... well Ben's only a boy..."
"There are other fathers who spank the girls, I don't mean just their
own daughters, if they deserve it I mean. It's nothing kinky" said
Victoria "If the parents trust them. But I... I trust you."
"Um... I..." began Keith. He could not really take in the full import
of what Victoria was saying. He looked at her carefully. She was
beautiful. Not a child, but a young woman. The thought of taking her over
his lap and smacking her bottom was thrilling in ways that he thought it
really ought not to be.
Victoria stood up, her head down, looking shy and sad; she began to undo
her skirt.
"What... what are you... what are you doing?" asked Keith.
Victoria stopped and looked him in the eye. "Spankings are always on
the bare bottom" she said and blushed slightly "Or did you want me naked?"
"No. No, no, no, no, no, no. Sit down Victoria. Please!" Keith said
with a sense of urgency in his voice. Victoria sat.
"I'm not... it's... Without your parents... Really" he said "Just...
It's okay, I don't think you've done anything wrong. There's no need
for... anything."
"So can we stay then? In the den I mean?" asked Victoria.
"Oh, what the hell! Why not? I can't see it doing any harm. I ought
to get the structure checked out though. If it's dangerous..." said Keith.
"Oh thank you Keith, I knew you were cool" said Victoria and she leapt
up wrapping her arms around him and kissing him on the cheek. Keith was
intensely aware of her body warmth, the press of her breasts against him,
and he began to grow a little hard.
"Whoa! Steady on girl" he said.
"I was thinking" said Victoria "We could do a really great job with the
place. With a bit of help."
"Help?" asked Keith trying to calm himself down.
"Well, we could really use a toilet, I mean having to go out in the
woods isn't very nice, and not very safe either" said Victoria.
"And if we could have a shower" she tried hopefully, but not expecting
much.
"A shower?" said Keith.
"We get a bit grubby playing in the forest sometimes, and if we've come
here and it's raining it's better to get clean and dry. I know Ben's got
into trouble going home filthy, and mums are always cross about that sort
of thing. I just thought it would avoid upsetting them as well, especially
if we had washing machine or something" she was just making it up as she
went along now, seeing what she could get away with, but she expected it to
be nothing.
"Washing machine?" he said.
"It makes sense really. There a lot of space under the roof which we
could use, but it's really filthy up there. We don't mind cleaning it up
but we'll all be as black as the ace of spaces if we do that and I know
that's going to make a lot of mums really angry" said Victoria.
"My God girl, are you trying to build a home from home?" he asked.
"Well, wouldn't you at our age?" she asked.
Keith nodded slowly.
"And you could always check on us if you're not sure we can be trusted,
and if you thought we weren't looking after the place properly, well... I'd
take the blame, and... you know..." she said.
Keith grew more erect; he knew!
"I'm going to have to give this some thought Victoria. What you're
asking is way out there. And I'll have to speak to your parents. And..."
began Keith.
"Please don't tell them about the den though, or anyone else" said
Victoria.
Keith paused for thought. "Well I won't mention that" he said.
"You don't have to talk to them at all if you don't want to" said
Victoria "You have my permission to discipline me if you think I need it"
she added "Most of the parents spank the other kids round here, it's
perfectly normal."
"I can't make any promises. We have got a work crew in the area at the
moment, but we'd need to get a structural engineer in. We can't do
anything until we know the building's safe" said Keith.
"Well I'll leave all the technical stuff to you then. You know what
you're doing best" said Victoria "Just let us know when you're going to be
doing work and we'll clear up and make sure we don't get in the way. It
would probably be best if the washing machine had a tumble dryer built in."
said Victoria.
"I said no promises" said Keith.
"I know" said Victoria and she wrapped her arms around him and gave him
another kiss "But I know you'll do your best. For Ben and Amy at least."
"I'd better go" said Keith getting up "I've a lot to do today." Keith
hobbled off quickly without stopping to make his farewells. He was far too
agitated for that. Victoria watched him as he headed back to his Land
Rover. She was a little disappointed. Like Ben, Keith had something, and
whatever it was, she liked it. She wondered what he'd be like in bed.
What it would be like with a real man.
Victoria got up in a very good mood, and returned to the den.
Giles sat, uncomfortably and unhappily, on the patio in the garden.
Helen was pouting orange juice from a plastic teapot into plastic cups,
pretending it was tea. Jenny, Paula, and Susan sat staring at the
incongruous Giles.
"He's been very naughty" said Helen "And he's had a really big spanking
this morning. Haven't you Giles?"
Giles just nodded reluctantly.
"I said haven't you Giles?" repeated Helen.
"Yes" said Giles blushing.
The girls giggled. Like Helen they were all ten years old, but unlike
Helen they thought pretend tea parties with plastic cups and saucers were
really stupid. They wouldn't normally be seen dead with Helen, she was
such a dweeb, but their mothers made them, to ingratiate themselves with
the Reverend, and the girls hated it.
Helen wasn't stupid. She knew these girls didn't like her, and wouldn't
visit her if they weren't compelled to, but she was so desperate for
friendship that she pretended not to notice. The girls sipped their orange
juice.
"I have to go to the post-office, then do some shopping" said Grace
sticking her head out of the door "I shouldn't be more than a couple of
hours."
"Okay mummy" said Helen.
"If Giles misbehave, beat him!" she said fiercely.
"Yes mummy" said Helen. Grace disappeared again. Giles blushed
profusely.
The girls' brows creased and they looked at each other questioningly.
"Beat him?" said Jenny.
"If he's naughty" said Helen, giving Giles a warning look.
"Your mum lets you beat Giles if he's naughty?" asked Susan.
"He' got very naughty lately. You wouldn't believe how naughty he's
got, so I have to be in charge of him, and beat him if he's naughty"
explained Helen.
All three girls looked at Giles in awe. They all of them hated him with
a passion, and not one of them had been spared some lie of his that had got
them a spanking at home. They had always thought that Giles was seen as
such an angel at home that he never got beaten.
"Have you beaten him before?" asked Paula.
"This morning" said Helen delighted that her friends were taking an
interest in her at last "I had him tied naked over the kitchen table and
whipped him with a switch." It was only a slight exaggeration.
"No way!" said Jenny.
"I did" said Helen.
"I don't believe you" said Paula.
"Show them Giles!" said Helen.
"What!?" said Giles.
"Show them your bum!" said Helen.
"No, Helen, that would be rude. I'm not allowed to be rude" he said.
Helen paused for thought. Giles was right, and if he told on her she might
get into trouble herself.
"Alright, you shouldn't be rude" she conceded. She poured more orange
juice while she considered the problem. "Let's sit on the grass, it'll be
nicer" said Helen.
The girls and Giles abandoned the tea service and moved down the garden
to sit on the grass. Helen began picking daisies to make a daisy chain.
The other girls sprawled in the sunshine, wondering how long they'd have to
stay before they could politely make their excuses.
"Giles!" shouted Helen suddenly.
"What?" said Giles suddenly looking round in a panic.
"You were looking up Susan's skirt, at her knickers!" she said sounding
appalled.
"I was not!" he said quite innocently.
"You are so rude!" said Helen "You're definitely going to get a spanking
for that!"
"I wasn't!" he said.
"I think he was" said Paula quickly.
"I saw him" said Jenny.
"I'm going to cry" said Susan, looking like tears were the furthest
thing from her mind.
"You're making it up" said Giles miserably.
"You'd better get those trousers and pants down right now" said Helen
forcefully.
"No, you're just making it up" he said.
"Alright then, when mummy comes back I'll tell her, and the girls'll
back me up, and I'll tell her you refused to let me spank you." said Helen.
Giles didn't hesitate for very long. The prospect of making his
step-mother any more cross with him was far too terrifying to contemplate.
He started to stand up.
"You'll tell mummy anyway" said Giles.
"Not if you do as you're told" said Helen. Giles started back towards
the house.
"Where are you going Giles?" asked Helen.
"Inside" he said.
"No, mummy said if you were rude in front of the girls she was going to
thrash you naked again over the kitchen table and she'd insist the girls
watched. So I'm going to spank you here in front of the girls" said Helen.
"Helen, please..." said Giles.
"Giles you have to do everything I say, no matter what it is, otherwise
I tell mummy when she gets back" said Helen.
Tears sprang to Giles' eyes as he realised his step-sister had him in a
position where she could do pretty much whatever she wanted with him. He
started to undo his trousers.
"I've changed my mind" said Helen "I want you completely naked."
"Helen! No! Please... I'll do what you say, but..." began Giles.
"Everything off"" said Helen "And no more arguments. Mummy was going to
thrash you naked so I'm going to as well."
The girls watched, their eyes out on stalks, as Giles got undressed.
Their faces quickly disappeared behind their hands as they giggled
furiously as Giles was reduced to just his pants.
"Helen? Can I just..." Giles began.
"No! Under panties off as well, I want you completely bare, and if you
start playing with yourself Mummy's going to be really really cross so keep
your hands away from your willy" said Helen.
Giles blushed profusely and kept his head down his eyes focussed on the
grass. The girls squirmed and giggled in complete disbelief. Seeing
younger boys stripped for a spanking was rare but it did occur, but a boy
if this age was unheard of, and Giles - an impossibility they had thought.
Giles pushed his pants down and kept his hands at his sides, although he
did stay bent forwards a little. His nudity was accompanied by
uncontrolled laughter from the girls. His penis was still red and swollen
from the scrubbing brush and from his purging, and it was this ugly thing
that the girls were staring at.
"Turn round and let them see your bottom" said Helen.
Giles was glad to turn round and hide his penis from their attention,
and as he turned the girls' laughter turned to harsher sounds as they drew
their breaths in through their teeth in shock at the severity of Giles
beating.
"That's how naughty he's been" said Helen.
"What did he do?" asked Jenny.
"He was rude, with his willy" said Helen.
"How?" asked Paula.
"He was touching himself and being sexy" said Helen "In the way dirty
disgusting boys do."
The girls didn't really know what Helen meant, but they did have vague
knowledge that older boys did something with their willies called wanking,
but they weren't really sure what that was.
"Was he hard?" asked Susan, trying display great maturity and wisdom.
"He was very hard" said Helen "Which is especially disgusting. He'd
better not get hard now or he'll really be for it" said Helen.
"What's hard?" asked Paula looking confused.
"When he's got a stiffy" said Susan, showing off again.
"Oh" said Paula suddenly understanding.
"Michael gets hard sometimes, you can see it in his trousers" said Jenny
referring to her older brother "Everyone pretends they haven't noticed."
"That's because it's rude" said Helen.
Giles was extremely uncomfortable with all this talk. Having a group of
ten year old girls discussing hard-ons, was causing his dick to stir in a
way he found quite unwelcome, and he felt sure that Helen would use any
sign of an erection as further excuse to punish him.
"You might as well just bend over" said Helen standing up. Giles bent
over, and Helen stood behind him.
"You look really sore" she said, and she began smacking him hard. Giles
howled as the first slap landed on his already very painful bottom, and
after half a dozen smack he was begging for Helen to stop.
"No, please Helen, stop!" he begged.
"Just be thankful it isn't mummy because she wouldn't be using her hand"
said Helen, trying to smack him even harder.
Giles cried and continued pleading, despite knowing that mercy was very
unlikely to be granted.
"You're such a baby" said Helen shaking her head and sighing "You're an
embarrassment."
"He is a baby!" said Jenny.
"My brother's got hair on his willy, why hasn't Giles?" asked Susan.
"Because he's a baby" said Helen "And babies don't have hairy willies."
The girls giggled stared at the miserable blubbering Giles.
"I know, let's play dress up" said Helen. The other girls squealed with
delight at this suggestion and leapt to their feet.
"Come on Giles!" said Helen, grabbing Giles by his sore penis and
leading him back towards the house.
"My clothes!" said Giles still crying.
"Jenny, bring Giles' clothes will you" said Helen.
"Okay" said Jenny cheerfully.
"Can't I wear them?" asked Giles.
"Baby's don't wear clothes" said Helen, squeezing his penis painfully
and tugging on it to speed him up.
The girls buzzed round Giles as he was forced to sit on Helen's chair in
the middle of her bedroom. Helen had reapplied his paint make-up and had
brushed his hair. Giles sat sobbing, a limpid lump of misery as the girls
played with him like he was a doll.
"I'd dress him up but I don't have anything big enough for him" said
Helen disappointedly.
"Aw" said Susan "That would have been fun"
"I could bring some of my sister's old clothes" said Paula "Next time we
play."
"That would be great" said Helen. The girls all giggled and clapped
their hands with glee at the prospect.
"What shall we do now though?" asked Jenny.
"I think he needs purging" said Helen.
"Noooo!" said Giles pitifully.
"Yes" said Helen "Because you're a dirty disgusting boy and you must be
full of evil if you were staring at Susan's knickers."
"No I wasn't. I really wasn't" he said.
"Yes you were" said Susan "I saw you."
"We all did" said Jenny.
"Please Helen, I can't I'm too sore, you can't just keep doing it"
begged Giles "There's nothing left."
"We'll see about that" said Helen grabbing his wrist and pulling him up
out of the chair "We'll have to go to the bathroom."
Giles lay in a bath of tepid water, barely deep enough to cover half of
his bottom; his swollen unerect penis sat sorely in his lap. The girls all
knelt on the floor leaning against the side of the bath, giggling and
watching.
"Is he doing it yet?" asked Paula.
"I thought he had to have a stiffy" said Susan.
"He' deliberately being naughty" said Helen "He should have a stiffy by
now."
Helen reached down picked up his penis in one of her hands to a breeze
of giggles from the girls. She began pumping it, but still it remained
limp.
"Is it broken?" asked Jenny.
"I'll break him in a minute" replied Helen. She grabbed his balls and
massaged them gently, but this had no effect either. "Giles! You've got
to get an erection!" said Helen firmly.
"I'm trying" said Giles "I just can't."
Helen let go of his penis and sat back on her haunches again. The other
girls looked very disappointed.
"I thought we were going to see him with a stiffy?" said Susan, sounding
let down.
"This calls for drastic action" said Helen, and she put her hands up
under her skirt. The girls watched, wondering what she was going to do.
They gasped when they saw her knickers come down to her knees. Helen stood
up and slowly lifted her skirt. They gasped again when they saw her expose
her fanny to Giles, and louder still when she started touching herself;
sliding fingers up and down between her legs. Giles stared, transfixed,
and slowly his penis began to rise.
"It's working!" shouted Susan.
Helen didn't stop. She continued rubbing herself and moaning until
Giles was rock hard. Only then did she kneel down again and take hold of
his erection. The girls watched mesmerised as Helen worked him up and
down.
"What were you doing?" asked Jenny.
"Rubbing myself" said Helen "It feels really nice."
The girls giggled again. "I'm going to have a go!" said Susan suddenly
and she leapt to her feet and pulled her own kickers down. She lifted her
dress up high and put a hand between her legs. Giles watched Susan closely
as her pussy came into view and he moaned slightly at her hairless slit.
The other girls, including Helen, switched their attention quickly between
what Susan was doing and Giles' reaction to it. Helen speeded up her
ministrations.
Susan rubbed herself, biting her lower lip and looking concentrated.
"It does feel really nice" said Susan. Partly to be helpful, and partly
for her own pleasure, Helen lifted her spare hand to Susan's bottom and
stroked it. "Ooooh!" said Susan "That's nice too!"
Suddenly Giles grunted, and a small amount of sperm shot from his penis.
It was only the smallest amount, but the girls all shouted "Eeewww!" at the
same time. Giles collapsed back into the bathwater, and his penis
shrivelled before their eyes.
"I knew you had some evil in you" said Helen.
"Is that it?" asked Susan.
"For now" said Helen "Until he gets evil again."
Susan stopped rubbing herself and bent quickly to the floor. She pulled
up her knickers and knelt down again "That was fun" she said. The other
girls nodded. Neither Jenny nor Paula had had the courage to do what Susan
had done, but they had both wanted to try.
"Now we have to get him properly clean again" said Helen reaching for
the scrubbing brush.