"How?" he asked not sure he wanted the answer.
"Bathroom window. You know how we have to have it open when we have a shower to let the steam out?" she asked.
"Yes..." he said beginning to get worried.
"We climbed up on the garage roof and peered in. Jenny was in front and got a good look, but dad came out the front and we scarpered before I got to see."
"Buggering hell, Amy, that's not fair" said Ben.
"I know" said Amy, "but I got to see you today, and I got a much better view than Jenny."
"That's not what I meant" said Ben.
"And anyway, you didn't have any hair then" she said "But apparently you were at half mast" said Amy with a grin.
Ben blushed crimson, shoved open the door and disappeared into the gloom.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"Hello!" called out Ben as he made his way to the room on the right. No one replied. He went through into the first room, and it was empty.
"It doesn't look like anyone's here yet" he said as Amy came through the door.
"I hope they're not going to be too long" said Amy.
Ben plonked himself down in a chair, ready to wait as long as it took; his mind focussing on Alison and her gorgeous naked body again. Amy began rummaging through cupboards and drawers. When Ben realised what she was doing he sat forward slightly "Amy stop! We shouldn't be poking around, it's private."
"No it's not" said Amy "It's gang stuff, and we're in the gang. Anyway, we've got to get to know where everything is so we can help properly."
Ben was far from sure about this, and was worried that the others would be cross.
"Anyway, you're the junior most member, you're the one who's going to have to do all the running around" she reminded him.
"Bugger" he said, realising she was right. Junior to his little sister! Despite her criminal mastermind intelligence, that came hard.
"I'll see if anyone's in the other room" she said, bounding back out the door.
Victoria hadn't had a shower when she'd gone home; instead she'd filled the bath, emptied perfumed oils into it, and sunk under the warm water. Not following her own instruction to Paul, she did masturbate. Long and slow, and dreamily. Her mind wandered back and forth over the day: Ben's initiation; Wendy's torment; Alan's torture; her playing with Ben; and Paul with Wendy; she ended her daydream not with what had already happened, but what was going to happen. She orgasmed violently as she pictured Paul's scimitar like shaft entering her.
Victoria relaxed euphorically, as the warm water lapped at her over-sensitised body. She didn't understand why she felt the way she did. She didn't know why stripping a boy (or girl) and making them do horrible things, or beating them, gave her such pleasure. It just did. She couldn't help herself. But the sense of power and authority; the ability to make people do things they didn't want to do; the expressions on their faces; and the sheer thrill of the nakedness and rudeness just drove her wild. She was slave to these feelings, and as much a victim of them as her captives.
"Victoria, dinner's nearly ready, what are you doing in there?" she heard her mother shout through the bathroom door. The handle rattled, but the door was locked.
"Just having a bath mum" she shouted back "I'm nearly finished"
Victoria sat at the dining room table watching a video on her laptop; she could hear her mother busily stacking the dishwasher.
"Is that a tit?" said her father, from behind her, suddenly causing her to jump. She laughed, rolled her eyes dramatically, and shook her head.
"It's a bullfinch, silly" she said.
"Oh" said her father, none the wiser. He put a hand on her shoulder fondly.
"I've got you a present" he said.
She smiled up at him wondering what it was, and he drew a box from behind his back.
"It's colour, it's got night vision, and sound" he said offering it to her.
"Oh dad, that's great! Thanks!" she said and leapt up, giving him a big hug and kiss. He held her tightly, and kissed her back, paternally.
"That thing cost me a fortune so don't go losing it!" he said.
"Don't worry, I won't" she said.
"So what are you going to use it for?" he asked.
"Badgers I think" she said thoughtfully "I know a good set in the forest; if I set it up in the right place it should be awesome." She released him and stared at the box, reading the details quickly. She wanted to know if it sent an encrypted signal or not, but she hadn't wanted to ask her dad for fear he'd wonder why. 'Yes' she thought, it's sends an encrypted signal, and had a range of thee kilometres.
"Oh dad, you're the best!" she said hugging and kissing him again "I'll set it up tonight."
"Just be careful roaming those woods, you don't know who might be out there" he said. He was glad she was obsessed with wildlife, and he was happy to encourage her. At least it kept her away from boys, for the time being anyway. He didn't want his little princess growing up too fast.
Paul stepped out of the shower, just aching for a wank. He was rock hard, but exerted all of his will to resist the temptation. He knew he had to save himself for Victoria later, and he was looking forward to it. The other girls were nice, especially Emily who he liked a lot, but Victoria was the best. When she got going she was an animal, and just the thought of her was bringing him to the brink of orgasm.
Unfortunately, his bathroom door didn't have a lock, and his mother walked in.
"Come on, get a move on I need you to go and get some bread" she said, and suddenly stopped, seeing her handsome thirteen year old son standing naked and erect before her.
"Mum!" he yelled covering himself up. Being naked in front of the gang was one thing, but his mother!
"Oh don't be silly" she said with a smirk "It's nothing I haven't seen before"
Paul had turned a deep shade of beetroot and he spared a hand to grab for the towel.
"Dinner's in fifteen minutes, so get a move on. And don't forget the bread!" she said sternly, and headed out again.
Paul started drying himself rapidly, still thoroughly embarrassed. He hated his mother at times. Not that she was cruel or unkind, but she just didn't seem to understand. She afforded Paul no privacy at all, and seemed to think that because he was a child, and she'd changed his nappies millennia ago, he'd be happy to flaunt around in his birthday suit.
Last year he'd had a bad reaction to some medicine the doctor had given him, and he'd come up in a hot and painful rash. The doctor had proscribed calamine lotion to ease the discomfort, and his mother had insisted on stripping him naked in the kitchen and applying the lotion all over his body. On one occasion, the last before the treatment had been finished, she even continued slapping, what felt like freezing cold lotion, on him when Aunty Poo had called round, and she had sat there smiling at him, gawping at him. She wasn't even his real Auntie, just a friend of his mother's. Of course her name wasn't really Poo, it was Pauline, but everyone affectionately called her Poo, though it had never been explained why.
Paul was sure his father would have understood; would have put a stop to it, but he didn't have a father anymore. He'd died two years ago in car crash. Paul still missed him.
Alison and Emily were slow on their way home. As keen as Alison was to get home, have dinner, and then rush back to the den as quickly as possible, her sore bottom kept her to a hobble.
"I'll put some cream on it after you've had a shower" Emily offered.
"Thanks, Em" said Alison "And thanks for... you know. I can't wait to fuck Ben"
"Alison, watch your language, someone might hear you" said Emily a little shocked to hear her sister using such crude words.
"I only said Fuck, and it is the right word" said Alison feeling quite grown up.
From behind a tree stepped a boy of about fifteen. He had sandy coloured curly hair and green eyes that sparkled with malice. Long dark blue trousers, and a blue buttoned shirt with long sleeves and a collar made him look quite square.
"You said the 'F' word!" he said, sounding completely shocked.
"Oh shit!" Emily mumbled under her breath.
She knew full well who this boy was. He was two years ahead of her at school, and he was a real creep, a mummy's boy and a tell-tale. Everyone hated him, and everyone was scared of him. All the adults thought he was a very responsible well-behaved boy, and all the kids thought he was a scumbag. He was a ripe target for bullying, and doubtless he would have been bullied if it hadn't been for his father.
"Hi, Giles" said Alison trying to bluff it out "I didn't, I said 'duck', we were talking about birds."
"No you weren't, I heard you" he said.
Emily prayed that he hadn't heard Alison say that she couldn't wait to fuck Ben.
"I don't know what father's going to say when I tell him" he said.
Giles' father was the Reverend St. John (pronounced like the word 'singe' followed by the word 'un' but said quickly as one word) Moncrieff, the local vicar, chair of the parish council, chair of the school board of governors, and interfering just about everywhere else he could. He was old fashioned, conservative, right wing, and very strict. Unfortunately he had a great deal of influence with their parents - pretty much everyone's parents.
Emily knew they were in deep trouble. The word 'fuck' was not acceptable in their community; it was the kind of word that only common people would use. And it was absolutely prohibited in the mouths of children.
"Come on Giles, you just misheard" said Emily.
Giles looked them up and down and grinned.
"I don't think so, but what difference does it make anyway? I'll just tell my dad that's what you said" he sneered at them.
Emily knew there was no point trying to reason with him, he was just an arsehole.
"Unless..." he said "You lift your skirts and show me your knickers" he finished, leering at them pervertedly.
"Bog off, you pervert!" said Emily "Or we'll tell your dad you were trying to make us show you our knickers"
"Who's he gonna believe? Me, or a couple of sluts like you?" he asked.
Alison trembled with fury, she hated this creep. Emily patted her arm and gave her an encouraging smile "Come on, we'd better get it over with" Emily said.
Alison didn't want to. She didn't want to show Giles her knickers, and she especially didn't want to give him the satisfaction of humiliating them like this.
Emily lifted her skirt, displaying her red and white stripy knickers, and Alison reluctantly followed suit, lifting hers too. They both stood there, shame faced, while Giles feasted on the sight.
"Nice" he said "Little girls should wear frilly knickers though, and frilly little dresses."
"We're not little girls" said Alison "We're big girls"
"Don't argue" said Emily quietly.
"Oh you're big girls are you?" he said thoroughly enjoying himself "Show me your fannies then!"
"No fucking way, you sicko!" said Alison, before Emily could stop her.
"Sorry" said Emily quickly "She didn't mean it, she's just got a bit of a temper on her" and Emily smacked Alison on the back of the head sharply hoping that gesture might mollify Giles.
"Ow!" yelped Alison "Emily!" she yelled angrily.
"I've changed my mind" said Giles.
"About what?" asked Emily worried.
"I'm not going to tell my father" he said.
Emily heaved a sigh of relief and dropped her skirt down "Say sorry, Alison" she urged.
"No!" said Alison, who had already dropped her skirt down again.
"Alison! For heaven's sake" said Emily, but Alison was just too angry to back down "Giles is being nice, you should be grateful" she urged, hoping to mollify Giles further.
"No, I'm not" said Giles.
"No, you are" said Emily kindly, not wanting him to change his mind again.
"No I'm not" he said "I'm not going to tell my father because I'm going to march you home and tell your mother instead. And from what I've heard..." he said with a huge grin "...she won't think twice about pulling both of your knickers down and giving you spanking right in front of me, then I'll get to see your fannies anyway"
Emily's heart fell down through her stomach and she went deadly cold. Alison would definitely get a beating for saying 'Fuck' no doubt about that, and she'd probably get one herself by association, especially if Giles told her she hadn't reprimanded Alison in any way. Whether she would do it immediately, in front of Giles, was doubtful. If she was angry enough though, she might just do that. She felt trapped, and beaten, and hopeless.
Emily reached up under her skirt and tugged her knickers down, just a little, then raised her skirt again, feeling like a furnace had been lit on her face. Giles' eyes bulged out of his face like a cartoon character. Emily's pussy was beautifully wrought, and the fine hair that grew around it in greater abundance than Alison's was so light in colour that it almost appeared invisible.
"Oh my God!" said Giles, overcome with powerful feelings of lust he didn't really know what to do with. He just stared for a long time, until eventually he turned to Alison "Now you" he said.
"Fuck off!" said Alison.
"Alison!" shouted Emily sharply "Do as you're told, that's an order" wanting to get this ordeal over and done with as quickly as possible.
"We're not in the gang now" yelled Alison resentfully.
"What gang?" asked Giles.
"Just me and Alison" said Emily quickly "We're a gang, a kind of sister gang. It's just a game we play. Silly I know" she spluttered, wondering what Victoria would do if she found out that Alison had mentioned the gang in front of strangers. She didn't think Alison would enjoy the response very much.
"Want to join my gang?" he asked.
"Um, who's in it?" asked Emily hoping he'd just go away, but not wanting to upset him any more.
"Just me" he said.
'No surprise there then' thought Emily.
"We play silly games as well" he said "Like looking at girls' fannies, looking at girls' tits; and bums; getting their silly little girls bodies all naked. That kind of stuff. You could be the girls." He suggested.
'So could you' thought Emily, but she said "Um, no thanks... I think..." she didn't know how to refuse diplomatically and so to change the subject quickly "Alison, for God's sake get your knickers down. Now!" and to try to get the point across without being too unsubtle about it "Or you'll be spending the rest of the evening in your room!"
Alison was fuming, but she got Emily's point. If Giles told on them they'd be grounded, and probably beaten, and maybe even in front of Giles, but she wasn't really convinced of that. Either way though it would mean no Ben. And her first chance to have proper sex would be lost. All because of this scumbag. She hated him with a depth of feeling she hadn't realised she was capable of until that moment.
She rapidly pulled her knickers to her knees and stood there, her legs trembling in a combination of embarrassment and fury.
"Nice!" said Giles staring at her open mouthed. After a short while his eyes flicked back and forth between the two girls, making comparisons. As he did this he was again filled with strange and powerful emotions that he wasn't familiar with and they scared him. He'd never seen a proper girl's fanny before, and the effect on him was overwhelming. Unable to cope, and growing more scared by the second he turned and ran away, shouting back over his shoulder as he went "I'll let you know when the first gang meeting is."
Emily and Alison pulled their knickers up and restored their skirts.
"I hate that fucking... cunt!" said Alison with venom.
"Alison! You've got to stop swearing, and you've got to get that temper of yours under control. And don't you ever mention the gang to anyone again!" she slapped Alison very hard across the bottom, and on top of the painful welts she already had there Alison leapt in the air and shrieked.
"Don't you look at me like that, girl" said Emily to her in warning "If I tell Victoria what you did there'll be no sex tonight, but your arse is going to be toast."
Alison calmed down a little and tears began to form in her eyes "Don't tell her, Emily, please" she begged "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it, but he made me so mad. I hate him. It's all his fault."
"No Alison, it isn't. He's a disgusting creep and he deserves to be hung, drawn and quartered, but he didn't make you mention the gang. You did that by yourself because you can't control your temper" said Emily crossly.
Alison looked at her with big doe eyes, and a tear rolled down her cheek. Emily softened and put an arm around her, hugging her to her. "Your temper is getting you into trouble" said Emily "And it's going to get us into trouble too" she added.
"I can't help it, I just get so mad sometimes" said Alison sounding very sorry, and then she added in a quiet voice "Maybe... maybe sex with Ben will cure it."
"You wish!" said Emily and they headed off down the path again.
Margaret poured another glass of wine for Gary and Diane, and after a slight hesitation topped her own glass up as well. One more wouldn't hurt.
"Actually he was right, although he shouldn't really have interfered like that" said Diane. Margaret had just been telling them about the carpenter who had been rude when she was dusting Ben off earlier.
"How do you mean?" asked Margaret, as she settled back on the settee. Diane sat beside her, but Gary had taken one of the armchairs.
"Just that most parents round here do spank their children" she said.
"You're kidding!" said Margaret, shocked "I thought that kind of thing died out in Victorian times"
"You mean that's the impression the bleeding heart liberals would like to give" said Gary.
"Well no..." said Margaret "Keith and I... we've always thought it was a bit abusive, you know. We don't really think that violence is the way to sort out problems, and definitely not a good lesson for the kids."
"We're not talking about abuse or violence" said Diane "We're talking about proper discipline in a loving family environment."
"Do you... spank your children then?" asked Margaret.
"All three of them" answered Gary.
"You have three?" asked Margaret.
"Yes" said Diane "Thomas is the youngest, he's nine, then there's Alison who's eleven, and Emily who's thirteen."
"Isn't Emily a bit old to be spanked?" asked Margaret.
"Definitely not" said Diane "In fact it's a very effective punishment for teenagers"
"Why especially for teenagers?" asked Margaret growing more curious.
"Because of the embarrassment" said Gary "How do you think they feel when you bare their bottoms for a spanking at that age?"
"I... " stuttered Margaret "You can't mean to say..."
Diane nodded "Don't sound so shocked. They are all treated equally. Spankings are always on the bare bottom"
"And sometimes, if they've been really naughty, they get it completely bare" said Gary.
"But that must be really humiliating for them, especially poor Emily" said Margaret.
"Yes it is" said Diane "And that's the point isn't it?"
"Um... well..." began Margaret.
"Look don't get the idea that this is a daily event or anything. Emily hasn't had a spanking in nearly a year. Thomas gets it more often, probably once or twice a month."
"Because they learn their lesson" said Diane "They don't like being spanked so they behave themselves. And that is the whole point of the exercise after all."
"What about Alison?" asked Margaret.
"Well, Alison is a bit of a challenge" said Gary.
"She's got a temper on her and she throws tantrums when she doesn't get her way. She gets herself into a lot of trouble as a result" said Diane.
"She's been known to get three spankings in a week" said Gary "Although she seems to have calmed down a bit recently..." he added, looking at Diane questioningly.
"It's been a couple of weeks I think" Diane said.
"I don't know" said Margaret "It's just not the sort of thing we believe in"
"Well it's a personal thing" said Diane "How you raise your children is up to you. We want the best for our kids, want them to turn out as well as possible, and we believe this is the best thing for them."
Margaret sat back and sipped her wine.
"As we said" continued Gary "You'll be hard pressed to find anyone round here who doesn't use the same methods."
Margaret could not imagine giving Amy or Ben a spanking, but she could imagine the riot if she ever suggested it to them. They would never agree. She thought back to when she had been swatting Ben's bottom earlier to get the dust off his trousers, and she remembered what a cute bottom he had. She hadn't seen it the flesh for quite a few years now, but it had seemed to fill out quite nicely. She felt a little bit embarrassed when she recalled that she'd actually enjoyed swatting his bottom. In an attempt to forget this unwanted embarrassment she said quickly "But we were in the street when the carpenter said what he said, he surely didn't mean..."
"Maybe" said Diane.
"You wouldn't..." added Margaret.
"Probably not" said Gary.
"Only probably?" asked Margaret shocked.
"He means that it depends on how badly they've behaved" said Diane "You have to demonstrate the seriousness of the offence with the seriousness of the punishment. If you punish all their bad behaviour the same way they don't really learn what's just a little bit naughty, and what's very naughty"
"No, I know that. Obviously Ben and Amy are punished more seriously for more serious offences" said Margaret taking another sip of wine, and feeling a little giddy.
"Well you can't just keep escalating the spankings" said Gary "We do give them less severe and more severe spankings for different offences, but there is a limit, we don't want to do them any serious damage"
"Of course not" said Margaret.
"So sometimes you can make the punishment worse by making it more embarrassing, rather than risking doing any real harm" said Diane.
"I see" said Margaret "But not really in the street?"
"Well we never have, but I have seen it a few times with younger kids" said Diane.
"I wouldn't rule it out completely, but I can't imagine our lot doing anything to warrant that kind of punishment. They're good kids really" said Gary.
"You did at the barbecue" said Diane.
"Barbecue?" queried Margaret.
"We had a barbecue last summer" said Gary "I caught Alison smoking"
"Oh my God!" said Margaret, shocked.
"She was wearing a one piece bathing suit, the kids had been playing in the paddling pool" said Diane "Gary pulled the whole thing off and gave her a spanking on the spot"
"With a wooden spatula" added Gary.
"In front of the other kids?" said Margaret.
"There were lots of people there actually, lots of family, friends, neighbours, their kids, cousins and so on" said Diane.
"She's never smoked since" said Gary.
"I bet she hasn't" said Margaret "But aren't you worried, that... well I don't really know how to put this... but at that age, they're growing up, they shouldn't really be seeing each other, you know... naked. Aren't you worried it might start to give them ideas?"
"Ideas about what?" asked Diane.
"She means sex" said Gary "I think..."
Margaret nodded slowly.
"No, they're too young and innocent for that. Maybe the older ones might, but they're too well behaved to fool around with that sort of thing" said Diane.
"They've been brought up to know better" said Gary "And besides, I think they have a pretty good idea of the kind of lesson they'd get for behaving in that way."
"So, coming back to the point" said Diane "The embarrassment is an important part of the punishment. Usually after a spanking they have to stand in the corner for a while with their naughty bottoms on display as a deterrent to the others, and sometimes, if they've been behaving really badly they might just get their punishment right there on the spot like Alison at the barbecue. They know that, so they tend to behave a lot better in company"
"Which works out very well for all concerned" said Gary.
"I'm amazed" said Margaret "I just had no idea people still did that kind of thing in this day and age."
"It works" said Diane "And it doesn't do them any harm"
"A bit of old fashioned discipline, it's what this country lacks. I tell you, if most parents brought their children up properly, like we do, there wouldn't be all this youth violence and juvenile delinquency" said Gary, and then quickly added "Sorry I didn't mean to imply you weren't bringing up your children properly."
"No, it's okay, no offence taken" said Margaret with a smile.
"Actually, I have to confess..." said Gary "When I stripped Alison like that at the barbecue, I didn't really mean to do that"
"No?" queried Margaret.
"No. I mean it wasn't a deliberate decision. I was just so mad I lost my temper a bit, and before I knew it she was over my lap, naked as the day she was born, having her backside walloped" he said.
"We're you sorry?" asked Margaret.
"Actually I was, at first, after she ran off to her room I did feel quite guilty, but a bit later I realised that as hard as it was, it had been the right thing to do. She got a stark lesson in not smoking, and I think she realised for the first time quite how serious smoking was. I mean these days, with all the drugs around and so on, if you stamp on this sort of thing early, and strictly, then they won't even think of getting caught up in that sort of thing later" said Gary.
"It is hard though" said Diane "It's not something we get any pleasure out of. We love our children dearly, we'd do anything for them, and that includes disciplining them properly. But, sometimes, when you've got them over your lap and their bawling their eyes out begging you to stop, it does break your heart."
Gary nodded "Diane's right, many a time I've nearly given in and let them off lightly, but to be a good parent you've got be strong, and you've got to do the best for your kids, no matter how hard that is."
"Do you know Paul?" asked Margaret "I don't know his last name."
"Can you describe him?" asked Diane.
"Very polite, thirteen or fourteen, slim, floppy hair, romantic eyes" said Margaret.
Gary nodded his head.
"That sound's like Paul Turner" said Diane "He is a bit of a dreamboat, I think quite a lot of the girls are soft on him. He's a friend of Emily's actually."
"Is he spanked?" asked Margaret.
"Paul? He certainly is" said Diane "I know that for a fact."
"Oh, he seems a very nice young man that's all. I hope he doesn't get any funny ideas" said Margaret.
"Paul?" said Diane with a laugh "You must be kidding, he's lovely but he's a very shy boy, his mother keeps him in line. His father's dead you see, poor boy, and she's worried that without a father's influence he might go off the rails. So she's pretty strict with him. But ideas? I don't think so. If a girl even looked at him funnily he'd probably run a mile."
"That's so sad" said Margaret "So she spanks him a lot then? Isn't that a bit difficult for him, he's a bit old, and well... her being his mother."
"That is the point though" said Diane "It should be difficult for him, but I don't think she really appreciates that fully. I think she still sees him like a little boy. I can't imagine she'd be shy of whipping his trousers down in company, although I'm not sure she ever has."
"That poor boy, what must he be going through?" said Margaret completely shocked "I mean, he seemed so nice and polite. Do you know his mother?"
"I know Felicity very well, she's the chair of the local Women's Institute, you should meet her. Actually we ought to introduce you to all sorts of people really" said Diane.
"We should start meeting people" said Margaret "I hope we haven't appeared rude, but we've just been so busy what with Keith's new job and the move and so on."
"Don't be silly, no-one's going to think you're rude" said Diane "We'll organise a drinks party or something and invite everyone along. Let me know what day would be best, so that you can bring your husband along. Ben and Amy can come too, meeting some of the other children will be good for them."
Continued in Chapter Seventeen