The Stepford Husbands Part 1
by Agatha
copyright 2004 by Agatha, all rights reserved
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explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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Part One
Peter was in shock. He had never known or experienced such
humiliation in all his young life. Peter was thirteen years
old, and had up until now, led a happy and reasonably
unhindered life. The death of his father and the subsequent
insurance payout had allowed his mother to do something she
had always wanted for her young son to send him to the most
private and exclusive school she could afford.
Had she known exactly what her young son was to experience,
she might have changed her mind.
"Stand still boy until I tell you otherwise." The voice of
the young female prefect echoed across the courtyard. Her
voice was clipped and well modulated and had a ring of
authority to it, although she was yet to turn sixteen years
of age.
Peter shivered as he stood to attention, his face colouring
to a profuse and deep shade of crimson. His young cheeks
were burning as the pretty young prefect positioned him and
three other naked boys into a square formation in the middle
of the school's large courtyard. Two of the boys, each
standing side by side at a distance of exactly two arms-
lengths apart, were made to stand facing the two other boys
at a distance of two arms lengths. A vaulting horse had been
placed on the stone cobbling of the yard, the leather
covered padding of its surface showing the results of
constant use. The legs of the vaulting horse had been
shortened many years ago, to enable young boys to be bent
over it with their legs spread apart and their heads and
shoulders hanging down over the other side, ready for their
punishment.
A metal cabinet had been placed by the side of the vaulting
horse. It stood on four sturdy rubber wheels and contained
two drawers at the top with a cupboard underneath. The top
of the cabinet was encased in a heavy lid which had two
handles. The handles not only facilitated the lifting of the
lid but also provided a convenient grip for steering and
accurately manoeuvring the heavy medical cabinet; although
it had seen as much use as the vaulting horse, the mirror
like surface of the electroplated nickel silver, or e p n s,
shone so brightly in the sunlight that Peter was unable to
look directly at it.
Hilary looked at her young charges, their naked bodies
thrilling her as she walked between them. Their bodies
displayed not a single hair, apart from that which grew on
their heads. Nonchalantly she lifted the long cane she held
in her hand and turned to a slim blonde haired boy who was
standing opposite Peter. She lifted the cane further so that
the tip of the slim bamboo was touching the underside of his
flaccid penis, raising his penis up and away from his body.
"Well, Gerald my boy, you know what Miss Trent will do with
this once you have been caned, don't you? Does it not make
you feel ashamed, to be made to ejaculate in front of all
the girls?" She moved forward and lowering her cane, took
hold of the young boy's flaccid penis. She squeezed the soft
pale flesh between her slender fingers, before pushing the
foreskin back until it would stretch no further.
"Keep still." Her hand moved steadily backwards and forwards
until she felt the flesh harden and begin to throb. The
boy's slim body shivered and shook with embarrassment and
humiliation as well as with his sexual arousal as she
casually stimulated him to a full but involuntary erection.
Suddenly, she let go of his stiffened flesh, watching the
plump column bob up and down as it stood out rigidly from
his body. She cupped her hand and brought it up between his
legs, closing her fingers delicately around his testicles as
her palm touched his scrotum. She heard him gasp at the
sensual contact as she fondled the soft orbs within the
tightened scrotal sac.
It was not by accident that Hilary had been able to make the
boy erect so quickly. She, like all the young prefects, had
been taught thoroughly how to handle the genitalia of young
boys. At the age of fifteen she was an expert, not only in
the physical handling of all of the young schoolboys, but
also in verbal humiliation.
She was one of twelve prefects who had all been chosen
because of their aptitude and in the experienced view of
Miss Marchbank, the vital ingredient their stunning beauty.
Miss Marchbank had long since discovered the extra control a
pretty girl could exert over young boys. The school had
seventy-two female pupils and only twelve boys. The boys'
ages ranged from twelve to fifteen years old, whereas the
girls, who also started at twelve years old, were allowed to
stay on until they were eighteen. The imbalance in male to
female pupils was entirely deliberate and was part of a long
established tradition at the school.
Hilary was dressed in her school uniform of white shirt and
tie and pleated navy blue tunic, which was worn very short.
The tunic was beautifully tailored to a length well above
mid-thigh, showing most of her long and lightly tanned legs.
Her blonde hair was drawn back, amplifying the exquisite
definition of her young features. Her face was lightly made
up, which accented the beautiful cobalt blue of her eyes and
the perfection of her beautifully shaped lips. She was well
aware of the effect her looks had on the young boys at the
school and used her beauty at every opportunity to cause
them the maximum of embarrassment.
"Argggghhh." The boy gasped as she deliberately let her
fingernails score over the underside of his scrotum, making
him shiver and shake. She looked into his blushing face,
noting the anguish in his eyes as she toyed with his body.
Abruptly she let him go and walked to stand by the caning
horse. "Right all of you Quickly now, hands on your heads
and legs spread at shoulder width." She watched as the naked
boys struggled to obey. Although they all obeyed promptly
she moved behind the boy standing next to Gerald and
casually delivered a crisp stroke of the cane to his bared
bottom.
"sssssSSSSSSS". He hissed, as he struggled to maintain his
position. She reached around his waist and took hold of his
penis, aware that the two boys opposite could not take their
eyes off her slender fingers as she casually handled his
timid flesh. They watched her every move, perhaps fearing
that they themselves would soon be subjected to the same
treatment. To her delight she noticed that their penises
did not seem quite so flaccid as she pulled the boy's
foreskin back and exposed him fully to the stares of the
other boys. She moved her fingers from side to side, making
his captured penis slap against his hips as she forced him
to a full and reluctant erection.
"I really don't understand why you boys can't control
yourselves better." She chided the unfortunate boy, as she
slapped his erect member with the tips of her fingers. "Now
all of you stand straight and arch your backs, you already
know that Miss Trent will have no hesitation in adding to
your punishment."
Hilary could feel the boy shiver as she let go of his penis
and placed her hand gently on his hip before slowly moving
her hand over his goose-pimpled flesh and around to his
buttocks. She let her fingertips slide between the deep
crevice of his bottom cheeks, feeling him flinch and gasp in
anguish as she explored the soft contours of his flesh. She
was interested in the new boy, but had decided to observe
his reactions as she demonstrated her power over the other
boys. She could see that he was already shivering with
anguish and embarrassment, but was delighted to see that his
penis which was much larger than that of the others, was
already beginning to stiffen.
She felt sure that this involuntary erection was perhaps
causing him the most distress. With a light slap on the
boy's buttocks she moved away from him and moved to stand in
front of Peter. He blushed immediately as he was confronted
by close proximity of the startlingly pretty young prefect.
He looked down at the floor, the humiliation almost too much
for his timid nature as Hilary stood in front of him and
raised his chin with her slender fingers so that he could
not avoid looking into her eyes.
"Well, what have we here? A new boy Peter isn't it? Well
Peter welcome to Rochville! So tell me young man what have
you managed to have done in such a short time to deserve
punishment mmmm?
The young boy started to stammer and shake as she held his
head up so that she could look into his eyes. "Well, I am
waiting for an answer."
"I d'don't know miss. The nurse told me to go out and join
the others I mean these boys here!"
"Well I can tell you, young man, that unless you learn to
obey the rules, you will be attending quite a few of these
little punishment sessions."
Although she was dying to handle the pale plump flesh of his
penis and testicles, she resisted the temptation; instead
she moved to stand in front of the fourth boy. She looked
down at his penis in a leisurely fashion, watching his eyes
follow hers, before she nonchalantly took his penis
delicately between her finger and thumb. She was not
surprised to feel the turgid flesh pulse with the sudden
intimate contact. She did not move her fingers; instead she
held the flesh lightly as she looked into his eyes. Her
pretty face was only inches from his as she spoke to him.
"It seems Ian, that you have lost control of yourself
already. Why is your penis stiff, come along, I want an
explanation?"
The boy blushed profusely, his cheeks turning bright red as
he stammered a reply. "I am sorry miss, I d'don't know why."
Hilary smiled at his discomfort, feeling his penis stiffen
between her fingers as she moved forward slightly so that
the material of her short pleated tunic could rub across the
very tip of his erect member.
She felt him shudder as she swayed her hips gently. She
closed her fingers over his flesh and grasped his penis
firmly so that he could not escape the acute sensation. Once
more she let the material brush against the sensitive
opening of his erect penis, this time he shuddered
uncontrollably, trying to force his hips back to escape her
torment. To his dismay she held him firmly and looked into
his eyes. "Stand still young man, I won't have
disobedience."
Once again she swayed her hips, making him shiver and gasp
in anguish at the acute, almost torturous, stimulation to
the very tip of his penis. At last she let go of him and
stood back, smiling with satisfaction as she observed his
erect penis was now bobbing up and down as it pulsed with
sexual arousal.
She returned to her original position by the vaulting horse
and apprised the pale bodies of the four naked young boys.
Three of the boys she had handled were displaying erect and
throbbing penises, which stood outwards and upwards from
their bodies. She noted that the new boy's penis was already
larger than the others and, although not fully erect, was
engorged and hanging down heavily between his legs. She also
noted that his eyes were glistening with the trauma of his
embarrassment.
Hilary was aware that his earlier experiences of the hurried
induction that morning would have been a severe cultural
shock to him. She examined his body leisurely, noting his
beautiful slender physique and his extreme good looks. She
knew that he would, over the next two years, probably be the
centre of attention for her and her fellow prefects as well
as for most of the all female teaching staff employed at
Rochville. His physique and handsome face was unusually
perfect, even for the high physical standards that Miss
Marchbank insisted upon.
Peter felt a tear run down his cheek. His embarrassment was
such that he could hardly see. His ears were ringing with
shame as he contemplated his fate.
It had been very early that morning that his mother had
delivered him to the school. They had both been greeted by
the headmistress, the surprisingly young and quite beautiful
Miss Marchbank. Peter had already attended the school three
weeks ago for one day, so that he could sit an entrance exam
and undergo a school medical.
The medical exam had embarrassed him so much that he had
been very guarded in his answers when his mother had asked
him how well he thought the exam had gone. The beautiful
young female doctor that had conducted his intimate and
thorough examination had unnerved him to such an extent that
he had spent the rest of the day with a blushing red face.
His mother had been somewhat relieved when at last a letter
came to inform her that Peter had been accepted into the
Rochville Preparatory Boarding School and Academy. It was a
further relief to her when she read that Peter would be
allowed to start straight away, even though the new term had
already started. She had made Peter dress smartly in his
existing school uniform and had driven him, and his suitcase
packed with the school's list of requirements, to Rochville.
She felt a huge sense of relief that her plans for her son
Peter had gone so smoothly.
It had been a rather wishful impulse that had made her apply
to Rochville. Mary Hart had never had the money to raise
herself to the standards of which she aspired. Although she
had enjoyed a comfortable life style; her late husband
earning a substantial salary in middle management, she had
always wistfully observed the lives of the quietly wealthy
Boston society. She would constantly read, in the rather
reserved magazines that catered to the wealthy Bostonians,
of the balls and galas that that society enjoyed.
It had been in one of these magazines that she had read of
the marriage of the daughter of a well-known and extremely
wealthy family. What had taken her eye amongst the
glittering description of the wedding was the fact that both
the bride and groom had attended the Rochville Academy.
On impulse she had applied to Rochville, not even knowing
the fees that the Academy required for their tutelage.
Fortunately for her, she had enclosed a photograph of Peter
along with her letter. It was a complete surprise to her
that she had been invited to bring the boy for an initial
interview and an even greater surprise when she had learned
that the fees were entirely within her means.
Mrs. Hart had been so delighted when her son's acceptance
letter came, that she had had no thoughts that perhaps the
fees were rather low for such an auspicious foundation.
The speed at which Miss Marchbank had investigated every
aspect of the lives of Mary Hart and her son Peter would
have surprised even the most astute detective agency. Within
three days she knew every detail of the family income, their
medical history including that of the late husband and
father and she had even obtained a complete psychological
profile of Peter Hart. Miss Marchbank had been delighted
with the results of her research and had decided that Peter
would indeed be a most suitable boy for her purposes. The
boy's school medical had confirmed her opinion that the boy
was quite unusually good looking and that his character was
one that would be suitable for shaping to her needs.
She had tailored her fees exactly to that of Mrs. Hart's
income so that there would be no hardship incurred in paying
them. She had also decided that if Mrs. Hart decided to
marry, she would offer an Academy scholarship so that the
new husband would see the benefit in keeping the boy at
Rochville.
Mrs Todd, although concerned that her son Peter would be
happy at his new school, was already anxious to start her
new life as a single mother. She fully intended to marry
again and although she loved her son dearly, she realised
that she would have complete freedom to socialise while he
was away at boarding school.
On arrival they had been given tea in the beautiful sitting
room of the Headmistress. Miss Marchbank had talked with
Peter's mother for over an hour about the benefits of the
school and the certainty that Peter would easily achieve the
required grades. Peter had sat on one of the beautifully
upholstered armchairs, aware that soon he would be left
alone in a completely new environment. After a while Miss
Marchbank stood up and brought the meeting to a close. It
was with further assurances by Miss Marchbank, that 'Peter
will love here it here at Rochville', that Peter's mother
had announced that she would be more than delighted to
leave the boy in the excellent care of the school. She had
kissed him goodbye, noting the tear in his eye as she turned
to leave.
It had only been a few moments after his mother had
departed, that the extremely young and capable school matron
had arrived and taken him to the medical centre where his
abrupt and complete humiliation and embarrassment had
commenced. The Matron was slim and attractive and had made
him blush as she took hold of his hand and led him through
the maze of corridors to the examination rooms.
The Medical centre was large and well equipped and Peter had
stood in awe of the array of equipment as well as the two
pretty school nurses who had been preparing the examination
table. He had stood quietly looking down at his feet when
suddenly the Matron had turned to him and casually told him
to strip until he was naked. He had flushed a deep shade of
red as he fumbled with his clothing, divesting himself of
his blazer, shirt and socks and shoes. He had hesitated as
he got down to his underpants, only to have one of the
nurses kneel in front of him and casually hook her slender
fingers delicately into the waistband of his shorts and pull
them down to his ankles.
It had been one humiliation after another as they laid him
face upwards upon the table and without preamble raised his
legs so that his knees were almost pressed against his
chest. Deftly and swiftly the nurses had prised his bottom
cheeks apart. Matron had deftly slipped a lubricated finger
up through his sphincter and into his anus, nonchalantly she
let first one finger, and then, with a quick thrust, two
roam about inside him. He had gasped and cried out in alarm
as the enema nozzle had been gently but firmly inserted
inside his bottom, only to gasp with embarrassment as one of
the pretty nurses had casually taken hold of his penis and
then cupped her other hand around his testicles, before
lifting his captured genitalia upwards from between his
legs.
His face had been one long flush of shame as they had made
him expel into a bowl, before diligently repeating the
procedure three times. He had shivered in embarrassment as
they lifted his legs and began to shave his genitals. Their
hands were everywhere as they parted his buttocks and moved
his penis and testicles this way and that until he was
completely denuded of hair, not only between his legs and
buttocks and around his pubis, but also underneath his arms.
The deft and well practised humiliation had continued he
had shivered uncontrollably as they had made him stand in a
large metal bath while they washed him. The matron as well
as the two nurses had bathed him intimately and thoroughly;
Matron's delicate fingers had penetrated his anus and
retracted his foreskin, allowing one of the nurses to slide
her fingers over the exposed rim of his penis. He had felt
utterly ashamed and belittled as they left him with his
penis fully erect while they fetched towels to dry him. The
final humiliation had come as he was made to stand with his
legs stretched wide apart and his hands on his head as
Matron casually examined him from head to toe.
Peter had stood as instructed, his mind in a haze of utter
embarrassment. The nurse and the Matron had ignored him as
they tidied the examination room. He had been left to stand
there for perhaps ten minutes when to his horror, the door
had opened and a young girl had entered. She had shown no
surprise at his naked body or his erect penis so lewdly on
display, as he stood with his back arched and his feet
astride with his hands clasped firmly to his head.
Instead she had carefully looked him up and down before
handing matron the note she was carrying. She could have
been no more than twelve or thirteen years of age - and yet
none of the nursing staff showed any surprise as she stood
in front of the naked and trembling youth, blatantly
examining his erect penis and plump testicles. Her deep blue
eyes almost mesmerised Peter as he stood rooted to the spot
in horror at the indignity of the situation. The girl seemed
unconcerned at his embarrassment; instead she tossed her
beautifully groomed ash blonde hair to the side and
continued with her leisurely inspection of his naked form.
The matron had not hurried the young girl as she read the
note. Instead she addressed her in a kindly fashion. "Well
done Geraldine, take him through to the duty prefect and he
can go and see Miss Trent with the others."
Peter had been instructed to follow the young girl; he had
stumbled rather than walked behind her as she led him
towards the door. He had instinctively clasped his hands to
his groin, holding his penis against his tummy to hide his
shameful erection. Once in the corridor she had turned and
looked at him, her face mischievous and impudent although
her voice and words had a certain naivety to them.
"I hope you can learn to control your penis better than some
of the other boys. You really have a big one, and it will
make it very noticeable if it gets hard like it is now. I
should warn you that boys get caned on their bottoms if they
are caught touching their penises."
Peter had blushed, his face colouring immediately to a deep
dark purple as the young girl looked at him, without a hint
of embarrassment. He had never in his young life known such
abject and deep humiliation as she causally looked at his
freshly shaven groin.
"I am telling you this as a friend don't cover your penis,
walk with your hands at your sides if you want to avoid the
cane. I will walk slowly and perhaps it will go down a bit
before we get to the courtyard."
She had talked about his penis in such a forthright way, and
yet had such an innocent expression on her face, that he was
utterly shocked. He had blushed and trembled as the young
girl turned away and walked in front of him, he let his
hands fall to his sides, hoping that she would not turn
around again and look at him.
Although his erection had begun to subside it was still
plump and turgid as they exited the corridor and turned into
a wide doorway where three other boys were standing; their
naked bodies were shivering as they cowered against the
tiled walls of the small annexe. They were looking
apprehensively at the young prefect standing in front of
them. She held a long rattan cane in her hand and looked
demure and perfectly at ease as she casually examined the
nakedness of the young boys she had in her charge. Her
neatly arranged uniform and well groomed appearance
contrasted starkly with the trembling trio of bare young
bodies.
She turned to Peter and looked at him. Her eyes, travelled
the length of his body, noting every detail of his nakedness
before she gestured for him to stand alongside the other
boys. It was all who he could do, not to clasp his hands
against his groin to hide his shame.
"Thank you Geraldene, he wasn't any trouble was he?" The
young girl had shaken her head as Peter moved to stand by
the side of the other boys. His face was burning so much
that he felt near to fainting. The young prefect took time
to examine the new boy from head to toe. Peter stood
trembling, his body suffused in goose bumps as she leisurely
appraised him, her beautiful eyes examining every detail of
his genitals before she beckoned the four boys to follow her
outside and into the courtyard.
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Now, as Peter waited with the other boys, his face burned
with humiliation as he stood naked with his the palms of his
hands pressed to the top of his head. He did not dare to
look at the other boys or the pretty prefect, who was half
sitting upon the vaulting horse; instead he stared at the
sky, engulfed in total confusion and utter shame. From
somewhere inside the impressive stone buildings that
surrounded the courtyard, Peter heard a bell sound and soon
after he heard the sound of school children entering the
courtyard. He closed his eyes in shame as their excited
chatter became louder. Eventually he opened his eyes to see
that the courtyard had filled with young girls, most of them
heading towards himself and the other boys. It did not take
many minutes before the four naked boys were completely
surrounded by giggling school girls.
Peter felt his face begin to burn as his cheeks flushed to a
deep and vivid red. He could see that the boys were as
equally embarrassed as young girls formed a square formation
around them. The younger and smaller girls stood nearest to
the boys, while the taller and older girls stood behind
them. By the time they had all settled into their places
they were several rows deep. Peter could not help looking at
them, noticing immediately that they all seemed to be
extremely attractive and far better groomed than any group
of schoolgirls he had ever seen.
Had he been able to form coherent thought, he might have
pondered as to why every girl in the school seemed to be
unusually pretty. There were none that were overweight, or
had spots, or who seemed to have any imperfections at all.
They all wore the same immaculately tailored uniforms, their
skirts worn extremely short to show most of their bare legs,
their tailored shirts, crisp and white. All of the girls
wore delicate rope sandals upon their feet, the ties criss-
crossing their calves before being tied just below the knee.
Had he known the true purpose of the admission of young boys
to Rochville and the raison d'etre of the school, he might
have understood how this strange phenomenon had come about
and perhaps ultimately his intended fate.
The youngest girls were obviously amused and intrigued at
the sight of the four naked boys, although certainly not
surprised. Peter watched in horror as the girls hid their
mouths with their hands as they made remarks about the
physical attributes of the boys to each other.
There seemed to be no embarrassment amongst them as they
pointed and commented on the appearance and the erect state
of the trembling and utterly humiliated boys. Peter flinched
as he saw one of the girls reach out and stroke her hands
lightly over the cheeks of one of the boy's naked bottom.
The boy immediately groaned in dismay as several of girls
standing nearest to him followed suit, their hands,
impudently feeling between his buttocks.
Peter was soon groaning too, not daring to turn around as he
suddenly felt a hand touch his own bottom. Almost
immediately, there was another and another and he felt the
cheeks of his bottom being spread apart and a small hand dip
in-between the parted flesh. He gasped and groaned as others
joined in, their hands stoking over his buttocks and his
hips and thighs. He looked across at the young prefect in
despair, only to see her smile at the girls standing behind
him as they continued their intimate exploration of his
body.
"Oooh" he gasped reluctantly as he felt the slender hand of
a small girl slip impudently in-between his legs and her
gentle fingers delicately and deliberately cup his
testicles. He could not help shivering as his scrotum was
lifted and the soft orbs of flesh inside, sensuously fondled
by her delicate fingertips. The voice of the unseen girl
whispered to him.
"I bet this makes you stiffen up a bit"
The sensual probing and stroking of his body had the
inevitable result. He groaned in horror as he felt his penis
begin to erect, the timid pale flesh not just stiffening,
but to his utter dismay, pulsing and throbbing as it rose in
a series of undulations, to an angle of ninety degrees from
his body. He shivered and his face burned from the rush of
blood to his head as his embarrassment manifested itself
once more.
Suddenly he was aware of a murmur amongst the crowd of
girls; he felt their hands being abruptly snatched away from
his trembling body. To his right, Peter saw the reason for
abrupt withdrawal of the girl's hands from his body; a tall
and extremely pretty young woman approached the prefect.
Hilary, who was still perched upon the surface of the
vaulting horse, rose to greet the young teacher.
Miss Trent held a long rattan cane in her hand. The dark
mottled surface of the bamboo contrasted sharply with her
long slender fingers and neatly painted coral fingernails.
She did not waste time or words; instead she crooked her
finger at Gerald, beckoning him towards the vaulting horse.
As the trembling youth approached his impending
chastisement, a shudder ran through his body. Miss Trent
smiled knowingly, her bright red lips parting to reveal even
white teeth. Her severely cut jet black hair shone in the
sunlight as she moved to stand beside the vaulting horse.
Her white silk blouse did little to conceal the fullness of
her breasts, or her short skirt, the shapeliness of her long
bare legs.
Two girls emerged from the excited crowd and made their way
to stand behind the vaulting horse. They appeared to be
about fourteen years of age. In spite of their youth they
seemed confident and practised as they took hold of the
naked boy and dragged him face down over the vaulting horse.
They held his arms outwards and stretched them on to the
surface of the horse, effectively pinioning him to the faded
leather. Peter watched in horror as the young prefect moved
behind the prostrated miscreant, leaning forward, she
slapped the insides of his thighs until his legs were spread
apart and his hips were pressed down against the surface.
With a studied casualness she reached between his legs and
lifted his testicles, while she pulled his penis out from
beneath him, so that it was pointing downwards between his
widely parted thighs.
Miss Trent could not hide her smile as Hilary handled the
boy's most intimate parts so casually. She watched the young
prefect as she straightened up moved around to the other
side of the vaulting horse and took the boys head gently in
her hands.
It was with an almost tender and intimate movement, she
stroked her delicate fingers over the boy's burning cheeks
and through his hair. "Well Gerald, you will try and keep
nice and still for Miss Trent, while she canes that naughty
little bare bottom of yours. Promise me you will be good,
otherwise I will have one of the girls sit under the horse
and hold your testicles tightly, just like I had to do to
Jeremy last week!"
Hilary felt the wetness of Gerald's tears on her hands as
the boy began to sob. She looked up at Miss Trent who had
raised the cane. The young teacher looked beautiful as she
stretched her arm high above her head, her young breasts
pressing tightly against the material of her white silk
blouse.
"Four strokes for you my boy. Six if I have any nonsense."
With those words the cane descended, cutting in to the boy's
bottom cheeks with a loud "Whack."
Hilary held his head firmly as he tried to rear up, watching
with delight as the boy tried to wriggle his bared buttocks
away from the path of the cane. His writhing did him no good
as the cane descended again, the second stroke allowing him
no time to recover from the first.
This was the preferred method of caning at Rochville, the
strokes of the cane coming down hard and fast, one after the
other, in a hurried series of loud "whacks". The rattan
would bite into the tender cheeks of the miscreant's bottom
at such a pace that sometimes the boy would hardly have had
time to draw breath.
"Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack." Hilary watched avidly as the
strokes were delivered; she was almost delirious with sexual
excitement as the cane bit into the boy's flesh for the
fourth and last time. She held his cheeks as he reared up
his head in anguish. His screams rang in her ears as she
stroked his cheeks; her voice was soft and low as she
whispered to him. "Poor Gerald, never mind, it is all over
now." She watched as the two young monitors, their faces
flushed with excitement, held him captive for a count of
thirty before they let go of his arms.
Hilary had witnessed this scene many times before as the boy
fell to the floor, lying on his back, he writhed in agony,
his buttocks rubbing against the smooth cobbles of the
courtyard as he tried to assuage the pain.
The girls all watched as his penis, still plump and swollen,
flapped about wildly. His pain was such that for a short
time he seemed unaware of the immodesty of his violent
gyrations.
Miss Trent looked down at him, her expression certainly
betraying nothing of the acute excitement she felt each time
she caned a naked boy. She waited until his writhing ceased,
watching as he grasped his hands over his genitals and
struggled to his feet. His embarrassment and humiliation
suddenly became the greater contender for his acute
discomfort, taking precedence over the searing pain in his
bottom.
Miss Trent spoke to him, her voice articulate and crisp as
she admonished the distraught young boy. "I think Gerald you
would be well advised to take your hands away from your
genitalia. You know I will not tolerate you young boys
playing with yourselves."
Gerald's face managed to turn an even deeper shade of red as
he faced Miss Trent. Slowly and with a shiver of shame, he
uncovered himself. He could not help but glance at the row
of young girls to see if they were watching him. The
gesture, although involuntary, was futile and confirmed his
worse fears. All of the girls were watching his every move.
To his utter dismay, two of the youngest girls, who were
from his own class, exchanged conspiratorial glances and
then sniggered as his face took on an even deeper shade of
red.
The canings continued quickly, with the second boy receiving
four strokes of the cane before performing similar gyrations
upon the cool cobbled surface of the courtyard. Such was the
distress of the third boy, who having witnessed the
chastisement of the other two, was so distressed that he had
to be fetched by the two young monitors to face the vaulting
horse.
His bare body shivered and trembled as he was summarily bent
over the leather horse and held in position. Two more girls
emerged from the crowd at the beckoning of Miss Trent. They
each knelt down at either side of the vaulting horse and
without needing instruction took each of the ankles of the
young boy, stretching his legs apart until his hips were
flat against the horse. They held them firmly as they looked
up at Miss Trent.
"Six of the best for you Henry." Miss Trent leaned forward
as she spoke and deftly slipped her hand downwards between
his buttocks, parting the quivering flesh as she reached
underneath him and grasped his penis, pulling it from under
his tummy until it hung down between his legs. She stepped
back and raised the cane, pausing for a moment as Hilary
moved forward from her position behind the horse, her thighs
touching the top of the boy's head, as she placed both hands
flat against the shivering bare flesh of his shoulders.
The young boy was now completely pinioned to the horse as
the first of six strokes was vigorously applied to his
quivering bottom.
"Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack." Such was the
rapidity of the caning that it lasted no longer than the
duration of the boy's first indrawn breath. As the last
stroke fell his body seemed to flex into a rigid posture.
Peter watched in horror as the boy turned his head to the
side and screamed; the long tormented cry sending shivers
through Peter's body. He had never witnessed anything like
this in his young life and he began to shiver uncontrollably
as the cries of anguish rang in his ears. Even though the
girls were holding the young boy firmly, Peter could see
that his body was convulsing in pain. After a count of
thirty, the girls released him and the boy slid to the
ground, writhing in complete abandon upon the floor. His
penis flapped wildly against the flesh of his hips and tummy
as he rubbed his buttocks vigorously against the smooth
cobble.
The young schoolgirls looked down at the boy's involuntary
gyrations. The expressions on their innocent faces showed
little concern for his anguish, instead their eyes followed
the abandoned movement of his naked body, their wide eyes
scanning his naked body, watching his penis and testicles
which were wriggling freely and flapping against his legs as
he tried to rid himself of the intense pain in his buttocks.
Peter noticed that the young prefect had been joined by two
other girls of a similar age. They, like Hilary, were pretty
to the extreme. One of the girls had beautiful ash blonde
hair; her beautifully shaped face was lightly made up with a
pale pink lipstick delineating the exquisite shape of her
lips. The second girl had a beautiful olive skin. Her
luxurious jet black hair was tied back neatly and shone with
an almost blue tint under the rays of sunshine that played
upon the courtyard. The thin wire framed glasses she wore,
could not disguise the beauty of her almond shaped eyes. Her
lips, which were painted bright red, were stretched wide in
a smile as she looked at Hilary for a brief moment. She
raised her eyebrows before turning her head back towards the
violent movements of the naked boy as he lay upon the shiny
cobblestones of the courtyard. All three girls were tall and
their deliberately short pleated skirts showed their shapely
thighs off to perfection.
Peter watched the three prefects as they took rubber gloves
from the under the lid of the cabinet. Their slender fingers
were pointed upwards and extended rigidly as they smoothed
the thin rubber over their hands, each snapping the rubber
against their wrists as they completed the task. Hilary
produced a large tube of lubricant which each girl used in
turn to lubricate the fingers of their rubber gloves.
It was several moments before Miss Trent spoke to Henry who
was still rubbing his bottom against the floor. "Come along
Henry, I think you have made enough of a spectacle of
yourself." Peter watched, as finally the boy got up and
stood trembling in front of the pretty young teacher. His
face was bright red and he was gasping for breath. Peter
noticed that the boy did not attempt to cover his genitals,
but rather stood shamefaced with his hands by his sides.
While the pretty young girls in the crowd chatted excitedly,
Peter watched as all three boys were bent over the vaulting
horse. Their bodies were placed side by side with their arms
stretched forward and their hips touching each other. After
positioning them appropriately, the three prefects moved
behind each of the boys and almost casually parted their
buttocks. There were gasps of humiliation and discomfort as
the girls looked at each other before bending forward as
each of them deftly penetrated the anus of the boy in front
of them, with the extended forefinger of their left hands.
On an instruction from Miss Trent the boys were made to
stand, each of them gasping with acute sensation as the
muscles of their sphincters tightened against the slender
forefingers which had impaled their bottoms.
They waddled slowly, the young prefects holding the boys
around their waists, their palms flat against the boys'
tummies as they kept their fingers buried deep inside each
of the trembling boy's bottoms. The girls had to stoop
slightly to make absolutely sure that their fingers were
penetrating fully; their hands were completely engulfed by
the soft flesh of the boys' bottom cheeks. In silence, but
with a rather satisfied expression on their faces, they
prefects moved them forward until all three boys were
standing at an arms length apart. All of the boys were now
standing in isolation and to their utter embarrassment and
humiliation facing the crowd of schoolgirls who were
waiting eagerly to see their embarrassing fate.
"Hands upon your heads, eyes open and face the girls. You
have each been caned for playing with your penises, so now
everyone will have the opportunity to see how silly little
boys look while their penises are being played with."
At these words, Peter tried to turn his head to look at the
three boys, but found it difficult to turn far enough now
that the boys had been moved to the side. He had began to
feel slightly more composed when he realised that perhaps,
after all, he was not to be caned. He turned back quickly as
he saw that Miss Trent had noticed his movements.
"Peter come here and stand with the girls, I want you to see
this. You have already witnessed what happens to naughty
boys when I have to cane them. Now you can stand and watch
with the girls, how silly little boys are humiliated in
front of all the girls."
Peter turned towards Miss Trent and the crowd of girls who
had gathered even closer to the three boys. He felt his
cheeks begin to burn as the blood rushed to his face. He
almost stumbled as he moved towards Miss Trent. He shivered
as she gently placed both her hands on each side of his
waist. Her fingers were cool and soothing against his
fevered body. She manoeuvred him until he was standing
between the younger girls, facing the three other boys; he
blushed as he realised the proximity of his naked body to
the younger girls and shivered in horror at the interested
looks of the older as he was made to stand in front of them.
He knew that they would be able to see his bottom without
any hindrance.
"You can take your hands from your head, but on no account
are you to touch your genitals do you understand me?"
Peter barely managed to mumble a reply as Miss Trent turned
her attention back to the boys standing in front of her. He
took his hands from his head, and reluctantly let them fall
to his sides. Peter looked in front of him to see that the
prefects were standing with their bodies pressed against the
rear of each young boy. Peter noticed that the boys' penises
had begun to erect, each of their penises was fat and plump
with the flesh already pulsing and throbbing.