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 The Gang Part 80 By Kelly Slimspank KellySlimspank@Googlemail.com
   copyright 2008 by Kelly Slimspank, all rights reserved
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   Lizzie looked up with an expression of concern when Felicity dragged
Paul into the lounge by his ear.  He was still complaining; still trying to
plead his case.
   "Felicity, there's no need..." began Lizzie.
   "He's been asking for it all evening!" said Felicity finally releasing
Paul's ear.  Paul rubbed his ear vigorously and wiped a tear from his eye.
He kept his red face down, unable to look his aunt in the eye.  "Mum... 
I'm sorry, it was an accident, just an accident.  I didn't mean anything...
I'm sorry" he said.
   "Take your trousers and pants down" said Felicity sitting in the middle
of the settee.
   "Mum!?  It was an accident, I said...  Look, I'm really sorry,
really..." said Paul in desperation.
   "If you don't do as you're told you can get it completely naked" said
Felicity.
   "Mum, not in front of Aunt Lizzie, please...  I'll be good I swear... 
I'll look after Angela, there'll be no arguments, we'll stay out of your
way..." pleaded Paul.
   "Now Paul!" said Felicity.
   "Please, mum, I'm begging you...  Can't we at least go up to my room"
said Paul.
   "This is your room for now" said Felicity "And I'm running out of
patience."
   "All right, your room then, or...  Angela's, but not here.  I mean, I
can't, not with Aunt Lizzie watching" said Paul.
   "Why don't I go, I can help clean up in the kitchen" said Lizzie.
   "You stay right where you are" said Felicity "I want you undressed right
now Paul or it'll be the stick."
   Paul was horrified.  He knew his mother was now in a frame of mind where
she couldn't be reasoned with, and there was no escape.  As humiliating as
it would be to have to take his trousers and pants down and receive a
beating in front of his aunt, it was far preferable to suffering the same
fate with the stick where he might end up screaming and begging for mercy.
   Keeping his head down, his shaking hands began to undo his trousers. 
The shame of it filled him.  He'd never been spanked or beaten in front of
his aunt before, and as far he remembered not been naked in front of her
since he was a toddler.  He lowered his trousers, and as quickly as he
could, followed them with his boxer shorts.  He didn't quite stand up
afterwards.
   "I said off, Paul" said Felicity "I want you undressed."
   "Mum, I've done what you said" said Paul.
   "You had your chance, you heard what I said, now get undressed" said
Felicity.
   "Felicity" said Lizzie.
   "No, he had his chance Lizzie, I told him what was going to happen" said
Felicity "You don't know boys!  If you aren't strict they'll run wild!"
   Lizzie gazed at her handsome nephew.  He'd always been a good looking
boy, and with his long hair and his dreamy eyes she imagined that he must
be very popular with the girls.  She wondered if he had a girlfriend yet,
or whether he was still too young for that particular kind of interest. 
Looking at his penis she could see the hair growing around the top and a
little at the side and she thought he probably did have that kind of
interest, even if he hadn't yet learned how to express it.  She remembered
how awkward boys were at that age, and how long it took them to learn to
interact with girls in a civilised manner.  She smiled sympathetically at
him, even though he was determinedly not looking in her direction.
   Paul got undressed slowly, as if the longer it took the greater the
chance of a reprieve, but in his heart he knew he was doomed.
   "Stop skulking in the doorway and come and sit down" Felicity said
sharply, and he suddenly realised that his mother could only be talking to
Angela.  His heart and his stomach sank to new lows.
   Ben backed away fearfully in his awkward squat, but Grace's hand grabbed
his ear despite its attempts to evade.  She pulled savagely and Ben did his
best to fight the pain and resist this physical summons, but the pain won
out.  He was dragged into a half standing position to the edge of the bath,
and then with a stumbling stuttering motion out of the bath.  He kept one
hand firmly planted in his groin to protect his modesty at all costs, while
the other tried to grab Grace's wrist to mitigate the force she was
applying to his ear.
   "Stop, I'm gonna tell my mum!" yelled Ben.
   "You won't need to, I will be telling her all about your rude and
disrespectful behaviour" replied Grace.
   She dragged him towards the toilet.  The lid was already lowered and she
sat on it, dragging Ben's protesting body down over her lap by his ear.
   "No, get off!" yelled Ben.
   Grace secured him tightly and brought her hand down in a savage stinging
slap on his wet bottom.
   "Ow!  Stop it, you can't do this!" screamed Ben struggling to get free.
   "If you struggle or scream I will drag you down to the kitchen and use
the wooden spoon on you, and if that doesn't tame you it'll be the switch"
said Grace coldly.
   The smacking continued, and Ben tried to consider his options.  He knew
that what he should do is fight this evil woman off.  He knew he was
probably strong enough if he put all his strength into it, but he'd
probably have to hurt her in the process.  Right at this moment in time
he'd happily hurt her, but the likely consequences of a boy of his age
beating up a frail older woman would probably be terrible.  It was just not
something that was acceptable, no matter what the circumstances.  And even
if he could fight her off, he'd still have to get dressed and escape, and
in that time she'd be able to summon Helen and Giles, and even the
Reverend, and he never be able to fight them all off.  He didn't think that
his fate would be particularly pleasant under those circumstances. 
Alternatively he could just make a break for it and make a quick escape,
much more likely to be successful, but then he'd have to make his way home
naked, and he'd still have to explain to his mother when he got home, and
there was a risk she wouldn't be very sympathetic and he could face a
return here for even more severe punishment.
   Ben had to accept that he was trapped and this monstrous woman was going
to have her way.  He wished he could contact Victoria somehow, he knew
she'd be able to rescue him.  His eyes began stinging again as more shampoo
worked its way into them, but it was the stinging in his bottom that was
causing him the most distress.
   Grace was smacking him hard and fast, and the ferocity of these blows
was building a painful heat in his bottom at a rapid pace.  He couldn't
help but squirm and begin to cry out, and before long the shampoo was being
washed from his eyes by tears, and he knew he was subdued, and he hated
himself for it.
   The spanking came to a sudden stop, but there was no rubbing.  Grace did
not rest her hand on his bottom or stroke it tenderly.  All contact was
broken, as if his bottom was an enemy to be despised.
   "Are you going to do as you're told or I am I going to have to drag you
down to the kitchen for a long spell with the wooden spoon?" asked Grace
harshly.
   Ben didn't want to answer.  He most certainly did not want to be dragged
naked down to the kitchen, and he most certainly did not want to be
subjected to whatever brutality she could dish out with her wooden spoon,
but to confess his submission was also painful.  She smacked him again,
hard.
   "Answer me!" she said.
   "Alright" he said quietly.
   "Alright what?" asked Grace.
   Ben clenched his teeth defiantly, but he couldn't stop himself uttering
the humiliating words "I'll do as I'm told."
   "Stand up and get you hands on your head" said Grace.
   Ben stood himself up, his tears of pain being overwhelmed by new tears
of shame as he raised his hands to his head, exposing himself to this cruel
and hateful woman.
   Grace stared at him "Well, we're not such a big man after all, are we?"
she said.
   Ben remained silent.
   "Wash that shampoo out of your hair and get dry.  I'll be back shortly
and I'll expect this bathroom to be clean, you to be dry, and standing
right over there by the door with your hands on your head.  If you haven't
learnt to do as you're told we'll be revisiting your education" said Grace,
and she got up from the toilet and headed out of the bathroom.  Ben dashed
back to the bath.
   Angela entered the lounge suppressing a huge grin.  She tried to look
serious, solemn, even a little upset by the proceedings, but inside she was
dancing with joy.  Her beloved cousin, the handsome and adorable Paul, was
soon to be naked and soon to be given a spanking while she watched.  She
could not have wished for better.  She sat herself carefully and gracefully
in an armchair where she would have a grandstand view and fought to keep
her face under control.
   "Felicity" said Lizzie in a disapproving tone "Consider the boy's
feelings for heaven sakes.  He doesn't need Angela to be here."
   "It'll do him good" said Felicity angrily "Perhaps he'll learn some
respect and treat her a little better in future."
   Lizzie tried to give Paul a sympathetic smile but he wasn't looking at
her, or at anyone, he was staring straight down at the floor as he took off
his boxer shorts with a scarlet red face.
   "Stand up straight and put your hands on your head!" said Felicity
sternly.
   "Mum..." he said miserably as he obeyed.
   "You will start behaving like a decent human being and stop behaving
like a spoiled brat.  I thought I brought you up better than that" said
Felicity "Your aunt and cousin are going to be with us for a few days and
you are going to be respectful and accommodating.  No arguments, no
sulking, and Angela is going to be staying in your room.  Have you got
that?"
   ""Yes mum" said Paul.
   "And you're going to be responsible for looking after Angela while she's
here.  I'm not having her sulking around the house bored all day long while
you're gallivanting around with your friends.  Your aunt and I have things
to talk about.  The situation is already unfortunate enough as it is
without you making worse out of your own selfishness" said Felicity.
   Paul remained silent and kept his eyes on the floor.  Felicity ranged
her eyes up and down his as she ranted on as if directing her words to
every part of his body in the hope that they would sink in somewhere. 
Lizzie also ranged her eyes up and down Paul, but her gaze was more
admiring.  She couldn't help but notice that her favourite nephew was
growing up and turning into a handsome young man, just like his father had
been.  She hoped that this wasn't going to be too much of a shock for
Angela, or give her daughter any funny ideas.
   Angela only had a view of Paul's rear, but that was quite enough to send
a tingle through her.  His long handsome back plunged down into a handsome
teenage bottom which she had a strong desire to stroke.  His equally
beautiful legs drew her eyes downwards and her innocent lust upwards.
   "And if we have to repeat this exercise every night to get the message
through to you then so be it, but you will learn" said Felicity "And woe
betide you if Angela reports that you have been mistreating her in any
way."
   Paul stood mortified and silent, wondering how long his mother was going
to keep lecturing him; how long she was going to keep him stood naked and
on display like this.
   "Do you understand?" asked Felicity firmly.
   "Yes mum" said Paul, his tears a testament to his sincerity.
   Felicity summoned him with a crooked finger and Paul shuffled a little
closer.  She pulled him over her lap, and Paul settled himself into this
humiliating position, knowing his cousin was watching and enjoying every
second.  Angela, still battling to keep her face straight, just caught a
glimpse of Paul's penis from the side as he descended over his mother's
lap. It was just a quick glimpse but enough to fire her desire and
curiosity.  She couldn't help but grin, but fortunately all eyes were on
Paul and no-one was paying her any attention.
   "I'm going to make you very sorry Paul, and you'd better remember this
in the coming days" said Felicity.
   'Oh just get on with it, for God's sake!' thought Paul.  As humiliating
as his situation was, he knew that he had to be as brave as possible.  If
his mother forced him to tears he would suffer more humiliation, especially
with Angela present as a spectator, and if she forced him to cry out, to
squirm, or worst of all beg for mercy, the humiliation would be
intolerable. He prayed he'd be able to cope.
   His courage began to waver when the wooden spoon began its unrelenting
tattoo on his bottom.  The strange thing about pain is that it is so easily
forgotten.  No matter how much we remember that an experience is painful,
that memory never includes the magnitude of the pain itself, we can never
call the experience of the pain to mind.  And Paul was shocked by the
initial onslaught.  Tears and squirming were not far behind as the pain
quickly grew unbearable.  Felicity kept a tight hold on her son as she
poured her anger out through the spoon onto his bottom, and his squirming
just made her crosser with him.
   Paul fought to keep his cries silent, or at least to unintelligible
grunts, but each blow made that task all the more difficult.  As he
squirmed from side to side he exposed more and more of himself to Angela,
and she watched in fascination.  Her eyes followed his twisting squirming
body as the front of his tummy and groin twisted itself towards her with
every impact.  The motions became more violent and his body twisted further
and further as the blows mounted until she was being given brief glimpses
of his penis as it became exposed on his mother's thigh.  She wanted more,
a better view, one that would allow closer study.
   Angela had always liked Paul; always looked up to him, and when younger
she had something of a crush on him.  Now that she was older and had
developed an interest, a curiously, about boys, she wanted to see Paul
naked and even to touch him.  Although she wasn't prepared to admit this to
herself at this stage, she also wanted him to touch her.  As she watched,
fantasising about her hands roaming all over his body, fantasising about
what his penis might look like when it underwent that mysterious transition
to erection, she grew quite moist and excited.
   Paul fought a savage battle with himself.  He had lost the battle to
hold back his tears, and he had lost the battle to remain silent.  His
reserves were dwindling, and the enemy was receiving reinforcements with
every pounding blow of that wooden kitchen implement.  He knew he was not
going to be able to hold out for much longer, and he would also lose the
next battle and start crying out intelligible appeals for a cessation of
hostilities.
   The pounding stopped and he heard his aunt "That's enough Felicity" she
said.  What he hadn't seen was his aunt grab his mother's wrist and prevent
the next blow.  Nevertheless Paul was filled with enormous gratitude for
his aunt.
   The two sisters stared at each other for a second or two and Felicity
sighed.
   "He's learned his lesson" said Lizzie "If he hasn't, you can always give
him another spanking.  Hell, if he hasn't I'll spank him myself."
   "Have you learned your lesson?" asked Felicity sceptically.
   "Yes, mum I have, I'm sorry" Paul blubbered through his tears.
   "Get over in that corner with your hands on your head and don't you dare
move until I say so" said Felicity.
   Paul climbed to his feet swiftly, despite the pain, and being careful to
cover his groin so as not to give Angela a show, he hurried to the corner.
Once his front was safely concealed by his position he raised his hands to
the top of his head.  He knew his red bottom was on display to the room,
and although he desperately wanted to rub some of the pain out of that
bottom, he was relieved that the beating was over, and that his ordeal was
nearly over.
   Felicity stood up "Let's make some tea" she said and headed to the door
"Angela, you keep an eye on him, if he moves an inch let me know and I'll
beat him some more."
   "Okay Auntie Felicity" Angela managed to say with regret and sorrow in
her voice.
   Lizzie hurried out of the room, following Felicity, but she shot her
daughter a quick warning glance as she went.  Angela waited until she could
hear her mother and aunt talking, possibly even arguing, quietly in the
kitchen.
   Ben was stood by the door with his hands on his head when Grace
returned. Ben was already glowing red with embarrassment from head to foot
when she came in through the open door, and he turned a darker shade when
he saw Helen with her.
   Grace ignored him, she moved straight over to the bath and began
inspecting it.  Helen smiled at Ben and he couldn't tell if it was
apologetic or gleeful.  He closed his eyes in shame.  Helen looked down at
his limp willy and smiled more broadly.  She felt sorry for Ben, she liked
him, and she couldn't help thinking how his willy was more like Denis' than
Giles' but she liked it better than either of the other two, and better
than any of the others she had seen.
   "There's hair in the bath you slovenly boy" said Grace.
   Helen grimaced at Ben, but in his self imposed blindness he didn't see
it.
   "There's still water on the tiles on the wall" said Grace "And the floor
is still damp."
   Grace turned and paced back over to Ben slowly "You are a dirty nasty
little boy and you can't even be trusted to clean the bath properly.  I
think you're going to need a lesson with the wooden spoon in the kitchen
after all.  Let's just hope your disgusting body is clean, or you're going
to be sorry you were ever born" said Grace coldly.
   Grace began to inspect Ben closely.  She peered in his ears and tutted,
she inspected his neck and tutted.  She gave cursory glances to his back,
chest and stomach.
   "Bend over" she commanded.
   Fearful of retribution Ben bent forwards his face ablaze.  Grace parted
his buttocks and inspected his anus, tutting even louder than before.
   "Stand up, let's take a look at your dirtiest and most disgusting part"
said Grace her voice filled with loathing.
   Ben stood up.  He had no doubt which part of him she was referring to
and he shook with the humiliation of the thought she was going to be
looking at, and perhaps even touching, his most intimate part.
   Grace took hold of Ben's penis as if it was a poisonous snake, and she
rolled it around as she inspected the exterior part, tutting as she went.
She then rolled his foreskin back and her tutting reached a crescendo.
   "You are a filthy and disgusting boy and if you think your revolting
body is clean you need a lesson in how to wash properly" said Grace.  In
the distance the front door bell rang.
   "Helen, run a bath.  Scrub this barbarian from head to toe, miss
nothing. I want him down in the kitchen spotlessly clean in an hour.  I
will then teach him what happens to little boys who are dirty and
disgusting and who don't know how to clean up after themselves properly. 
If he exhibits any dirty behaviour, and you know what I mean by that, purge
him!" said Grace, and she stormed out of the bathroom to deal with the
front door.
   Helen hurried to the bath and after placing the plug firmly in place,
turned on the taps.
   "Helen please don't" whined Ben "You'll get into real trouble with
Victoria."
   Helen looked over at Ben as the bath filled rapidly with water "I have
to pretend" she said quietly "If I don't mother'll kill me"
   "Alright" said Ben "But don't pretend too hard."
   "You'll have to be clean, she'll inspect you again, and if you're not
you'll be in even worse trouble and I'll be in trouble as well" said Helen
"I don't want to be in trouble."
   "No...  please, can't you help me escape?" Ben pleaded desperately.
   "I already have" said Helen looking very nervous "You'd better get in
the bath now."
   Angela got up from her chair quietly and headed to the lounge door.  She
peered out carefully and could see no sign of her mother or aunt, although
she could hear them talking animatedly over the rumble of the kettle.  With
a quick smile she turned back and padded quietly over to Paul.
   She stood herself beside him and after a moment's hesitation she put a
hand on his bottom.
   "Oooh, that's hot" she said.
   "Piss off!" said Paul, having suffered more than enough humiliation for
one day.
   "Don't be like that" said Angela "Look, why can't we be friends?  I
mean, I've only got to tell your mum you've been rude to me or something
and she's going to blow her top.  Even you can see that!  So, surely it's
in your best interests to keep me happy and not annoy me."
   Paul knew that she was right, but he didn't say anything.  Angela had
him over a barrel.  Whether his mother knew it or not she had put him in an
extremely vulnerable position with regards Angela, and letting his cousin
know that she only need make a small compliant against him would lead to
him suffering a beating like this gave her enormous power over him.  He
could only imagine that his mother hadn't thought it through, or at least
if she had, had been unable to imagine that Angela would abuse that power.
   Angela continued to stroke Paul's bottom and the feel of his bare flesh
in her hand was thrilling.  She was surprised with herself at how easily
this boldness had emerged.  Without further thought she leaned sideways and
peered down at his flaccid penis.
   "Wow!  That looks great!" she said admiringly.  Paul remained silent,
with his eyes closed, not wanting to be drawn into any games with his
cousin, and not wanting to humiliate himself with further submissions or
concessions.  He prayed his mother and aunt would return quickly.
   After a quick and nervous glance at the door, Angela's hand came down
around Paul's front and she took a tentative hold of Paul's willy.  Paul
shuddered.
   "Angela, stop it.  Please.  Okay we can be friends, but not if you're
going to be like this" he said, hoping his offer of friendship might have
some influence.
   "I'm only being friendly" said Angela as she stared at Paul's penis in
fascination.  The feel of it in her hand was strangely intoxicating, and
she rolled it around, squeezed it, and stroked it back and forth "Anyway, I
thought boys liked girls doing this" she said.
   "No, they don't" said Paul "So stop, please."
   "You're only being shy because you're all naked and I'm not" said Angela
as she felt Paul's willy responding to her touches.  It began to swell and
lengthen, and she watched in amazement.  She didn't take her hand away
though, and the sensation of this transformation occurring in her hand was
incredibly intoxicating.  She felt slightly weak at the knees, and she felt
herself grow wetter by the second.
   "It's...  it's...  amazing" she said "Really amazing, no wonder boys
play with themselves all the time" she said.
   "Angela, please.  Look, another time, when we're on our own, we can play
if you like.  I can show you other amazing things, really give you a good
time, but not here and now.  Not like this" he said.
   "No, I like this" said Angela "And so long as I'm here and your mum's
cross with you I can do whatever I like, or your arse is toast." Angela
took her hand away and saw Paul's magnificent penis stand upright all by
itself.
   "Oh my God!  That's just so amazing!" she said in awe "I never imagined
it would be anything like that.  I am going to have such fun with you." She
quickly took her eyes off his tumescent organ and raised them to his red
face and his closed eyes.
   "Is this really embarrassing for you?" she asked "I bet no girl has ever
seen your willy before have they.  I bet they've never seen you with a
hard-on or touched it.  Oh my God!  I'm the first aren't I?" she said with
excitement.  Paul didn't respond, and he knew that whatever happened he was
going to have to elicit the support of the gang to put this girl in her
place, to break her hold over him.
   Before Paul had a chance to formulate any kind of answer they both heard
footsteps and Angela dashed away from Paul at high speed.
   Lizzie came into the lounge and looked at Angela, her expression full of
suspicion and concern.
   "Go and help your auntie with the tea" Lizzie said.  Angela left the
room with concealed reluctance.  Lizzie crossed over to Paul's side,
standing much where Angela had been just a few moments ago.
   Grace opened the door irritably and she saw the girl standing there
looking demure and respectable.  Grace's expression changed slightly from
one of annoyance to one of patience.  She liked this girl, of all the
children in the village she was the most responsible, most trustworthy,
most respectable.
   "I'm sorry to disturb you Mrs St.John-Moncrieff but I have some rather
upsetting news" said Victoria.
   "Oh" said Grace rather surprised at the obvious solemnity of Victoria's
demeanour "Perhaps you should come in my dear."
   "Thank you Mrs St.John-Moncrieff" said Victoria "I am so sorry to have
to be the one to bring you this news, but I think you'll understand when I
explain why this has fallen to me, and it's a responsibility I can't ignore
with an easy conscience."
   "I think you're old enough and mature enough to call me Grace" said
Grace, leading Victoria into the parlour.
   "If you are sure Mrs St.John-Moncrieff, I am honoured" said Victoria
with a suitably respectful tone.
   "Please, have a seat and tell me all about it" said Grace sitting her
self on a settee.
   Victoria sat herself on the settee opposite, settling herself elegantly
on the edge and clasping her hands in front of her.  Her body language was
tense, embarrassed, nervous.  She looked up at Grace, her eyes full of
concern and regret.
   "Has someone died dear?  Did you want to talk to the Reverend?" asked
Grace growing concerned.
   "No, no, I did wonder about that, but I think, under the circumstances,
that it would be best to talk to you about it.  The thing is, I realise how
embarrassing this might be, and if word got out, if it became the subject
of gossip, well, it would be terrible for all concerned.  I thought you'd
understand better than anyone else.  Of course the Reverend is very highly
respected in the community, as you are yourself, but some matters are best
kept amongst ourselves, and in any case I think I should be so embarrassed
to have to discuss this with a man" said Victoria, dropping her eyes to the
floor in mock embarrassment.
   "Well let's not beat about the bush then, come on child, tell me what it
is" said Grace gently.
   "You have to understand that is very difficult for me, and I wouldn't be
here if I didn't think it was important, and I wouldn't be able to rest
with it on my conscience, knowing I hadn't done my duty" began Victoria.
   Grace nodded sympathetically.
   "It's about Giles, I'm afraid" said Victoria.
   "Giles!?  What about Giles?" asked Grace her tone changing to one of
annoyance.
   "Last week, he made certain threats, I mean he threatened to tell lies
about two of my friends, to get them into trouble.  And they were scared
that people would believe these lies" said Victoria.
   "What lies?" asked Grace.
   "Well, it isn't the lies that are important, but he said he was going to
say that he had heard them using foul language when they hadn't" said
Victoria "And Giles would have been believed, and they would have been in
terrible trouble at home.  They were very scared, and desperate to escape
this false accusation."
   "I see, so did they get into trouble at home?" asked Grace.
   "No, because Giles forced them to lift their skirts and show him their
knickers" said Victoria forcing herself to blush.
   "He did what!?" shrieked Grace standing up in shock and horror.
   "That's not all I'm afraid" said Victoria.
   "There's more!?" shouted Grace trembling with rage.
   "He made them pull their knickers down so he could look at their... 
private parts" said Victoria with a final gasp as though this had been so
difficult to say.
   "Who, who were these girls?" asked Grace.
   "Please Mrs St.John-Moncrieff don't tell anyone.  They were so ashamed
and so upset they didn't even tell their mother.  If people found out
they'd be humiliated and devastated.  They only told me because I saw them
shortly afterwards and they were so distressed.  It would be best if no-one
found out, for their sakes, but also for Giles'."
   "I need to know who the girls are" said Grace.
   "Emily and Alison Weaver" said Victoria reluctantly.
   Grace was silent for a moment.  "If you have known about this for a
week, why has it taken you so long to tell me about it?" asked Grace.
   "Because it's so embarrassing Mrs St.John-Moncrieff.  Emily an Alison
made me promise not to tell anyone, but then, when I thought about it I
realised that perhaps, if Giles has done this to them, he might be doing it
to other girls, and I couldn't bear the thought that...  Well, anyway, I
prayed on the matter and waited for an answer and God told me that Giles
should be stopped and so I talked to Emily and Alison again and managed to
persuade them to let me come and tell you.  I came here straight
afterwards" said Victoria, crocodile tears coming to her eyes.
   Grace put a hand on Victoria's shoulder and patted her.
   "There there, we'll sort this out don't you worry.  I am grateful to you
for coming to me with this problem, and I am grateful for your discretion.
I think it would be best for all concerned if we dealt with this privately.
It would do no good at all for this to become public knowledge.  There are
a lot of evil tongues out there that like to wag about this kind of thing,
and the Christian thing to do would be to keep a still tongue" said Grace
"Excuse me for a moment." Grace headed out of the room.
   "I'm sorry you had to be punished like that in front of us Paul, I
really am" Lizzie said placing a sympathetic hand on his shoulder "I know
our being here is going to be an imposition on you, and I can't say I'm
happy with Angela taking your room.  I did tell your mother she'd be fine
on the settee but she insisted.  Look, I wish things didn't have to be like
this, but we can all get along if we try.  I'll talk to your mum and see if
I can get her to ease up a bit, okay?"
   Paul nodded, keeping his eyes closed, and trying as hard as he could to
rid himself of the humiliating erection he hoped his aunt hadn't seen.
   Lizzie leaned forward and kissed Paul's bright red cheek "You've always
been a good boy, and I think you've turned out really well under the
circumstances.  You're dad would be proud of you.  He really would."
   Fresh tears began to spring to Paul's eyes, and not tears of pain or
shame this time.  Lizzie glanced downwards out of respect and she noticed
Paul's erection.
   "Oh!" she said "You really are growing up." Without thought she reached
a hand down and took hold of it.  She stroked it almost unconsciously
"You're a lot like your father you know" she said as she played with him
absent-mindedly "A lot like him."
   Paul couldn't make any sense out of what she was saying, what she meant.
What did this have to do with his erection?  And why was she touching it?
   "Oh, sorry, this must be embarrassing" she let go of him and kissed him
on the cheek again.
   "Get dressed!  Go out, play with your friends, take Angela with you. 
I'll talk to your mum, don't worry about that, and we'll talk properly
later when we can get some time alone together" Lizzie said suddenly.
   "I..." began Paul
   Lizzie patted Paul on the bottom "Go, quickly, before your mother
overrules me.  I'll take responsibility."
   Paul dashed out of the corner and began to throw his clothes on and
Lizzie headed back towards the kitchen.
   Grace stormed up the stairs and into the bathroom.  Ben was in the bath,
having his ears washed out by Helen.
   "Make sure he's properly scrubbed and when you're done get him dressed
and send him home" said Grace "Don't forget to purge him if necessary."
   "Yes mummy" said Helen.
   Grace stormed out again and on up the stairs.
   "See, I told you I'd rescue you" said Helen.
   "How?" said Ben in awe.
   "I phoned Victoria.  I knew what mummy would do and I was hoping she'd
be able to think of something.  It must have been her at the door" said
Helen.
   "What did she do?" asked Ben.
   "I don't know, but it's worked" said Helen.
   "I'm going home then" said Ben.
   "No, not yet.  Wait for mummy to go back downstairs or she'll get
suspicious" said Helen.
   She dropped the soap "Ooops"!  she said, and fished around in the bath
for it, accidentally brushing Ben's willy as she did so.
   "Oy, get off!" he said "Shall I purge you?" she whispered quietly.
   Ben blushed furiously "No!" he said.
   Giles was lying on his bed, trying to recover from the awful events of
the day, and hoping that Helen wasn't going to make a habit of dressing him
up in girls' clothes and dragging him around the village.  He tried to
figure out a way to escape her evil clutches, but he wasn't having any
success.  He jumped when his door flew open.
   "Giles, get down to the parlour right now!" his step-mother screamed at
him before storming off down the stair again.
   Giles recognised the symptoms.  She was really angry, and it seemed like
her anger was directed at him, but he didn't know what he had done wrong.
He leapt from his bed to follow her, not wanting to enrage her any further
and desperately hoping he could avoid being the subject of her wrath,
because if he couldn't it was going to turn into a nightmare.
   Victoria looked up when Grace stormed back into the room, and she saw
Grace trying to compose herself as she sat down again.  Victoria
acknowledged Grace's apologetic half-smile with a solemn nod of the head.
   Giles entered the room shortly afterwards, still looking confused and
scared, but when he saw Victoria sat opposite his step-mother his heart
leapt through the roof of his mouth and he felt sick.  He had no idea why
Victoria was here but he was terrified of her and what she might do to him.
As he stumbled across the room being assaulted by waves of nausea and
horror he tried to work out which of these two women he was most afraid of.
He decided that it was Victoria.  There were limits to his step-mother's
cruelty, and if Victoria had any limits he didn't know what they were.  But
in either case there was no escaping from the fact that the two human
beings in all the world who terrified him the most, both were present in
this room and he knew with a certainty that they were about to practise
their cruelty upon him.  He drew to a halt a short distance from them both.
   Grace prepared herself, battling with her own anger and outrage and she
looked up at Giles.
   "Did you force Emily and Alison Weaver to show you their knickers, and
then force them to pull those knickers down so you could sate your
disgusting urges?" asked Grace, her voice swelling with anger as she spoke.
   Giles felt his insides somersault and his whole body went stone cold to
the core.  He looked over at Victoria, his mouth dropping open.  Victoria
raised an eyebrow at him.  Giles' head span.  He didn't know what to say,
and he feared that any answer he gave would be the wrong one and would
plunge him into an ocean of horror.
   "Answer me!" Grace screamed at him.
   "I didn't mean too" he said "It just happened.  I'm sorry mummy, I'm
sorry..." he said as he began to cry.
   "You disgusting filthy creature.  I'm ashamed of you, you're despicable
and loathsome.  You'd better prepare yourself for the worst punishment of
your life.  Get your clothes off now!  All of them!" screamed Grace.
   Giles didn't pause, he started pulling his clothes off instantly, while
at the same time he bawled "Mummy I'm good now I promise.  Id' never do it
again, ever ever ever, I swear on my life, that was before....  When I was
bad...  but I'm good now...  please...  I'm a good boy now..."
   Grace glared at him with hatred in her eyes "You're not good you're
evil. You'll always be evil just like all boys.  You're filthy and
disgusting and full of nasty dirty thoughts.  By the time I've finished
with you you're going to think you're in Heaven when your father takes his
cane to you, that's going to seem like a picnic, but that's not going to
the end of it Giles.  When your father's done I'm going to take you in hand
again.  I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life every day of your
life from now on until you can prove to me you've seen the light and come
to a Godly life and that's not going to be easy!" shouted Grace.
   Giles' insides turned to liquid and he felt an urgent need to run to the
toilet.
   "I'd better go now" said Victoria respectfully, and she stood up.
   "No, you should stay" said Grace "And I think those two poor girls
should be here to witness this too."
   "I think that would upset them too much" said Victoria "Just being
reminded would be bad enough, without seeing a boy in Giles condition.  I
mean...  you know...  without any clothes on."
   "You're probably right" said Grace "Those poor innocent girls.  Well you
can reassure them that Giles is going to be punished, and you reassure them
he will never do it again, not to them and not to anyone else."
   Giles stood naked and quaking with his hands on his head.
   Victoria deliberately kept her eyes away from Giles, and down at the
floor.  Her fake blush grew stronger and she stood straight "If you don't
mind though Mrs St.John-Moncrieff, I'd rather not have to look at Giles'
disgusting body like this"
   "Of course not my dear, you go, and thank you for bringing this to my
attention" said Grace "I'll see you out."
   "Cover your disgusting nakedness you shameless monster!" Grace shouted
at Giles as she stood up.
   Giles hands flew to cover his groin and his need to run to the toilet
grew more urgent.  Grace put an arm around Victoria's shoulders and guided
her around Giles, out of the parlour and to the front door.  As soon as
they had gone, Giles let out a small whimper as he felt diarrhoea dribble
down his legs.
   "I want you to tell me" said Grace "If Giles does anything, anything at
all that would warrant my attention.  I don't care where it is or what it
is, if he behaves in a dirty, or disgusting, or rude manner - in any way,
please, come and tell me and I'll make sure he pays with his filthy flesh.
   "I will Mrs St.John-Moncrieff" said Victoria, and she turned to walk
away.  Only when she was halfway down the drive did she allow herself a
small shudder, and her thoughts turned to Ben.  
  
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