"Oh Bugger!" said Ben and ran for the door; he paused "Amy! Come on! We'll have to run!"
"Let me" said Paul.
"No I've got to get back as well. Check on what Giles has been up to" said Victoria.
"I'll email the recordings" said Paul.
"I'll come with you" said Emily.
"Don't forget the air-conditioning unit tomorrow morning!" said Victoria.
"I know, or it's smack, smack" said Paul rolling his eyes.
"If you're a good boy" said Victoria, her voice husky and full of promise.
CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
Victoria and Emily sat side by side on Victoria's bed, her laptop was primed and ready to go, but they were waiting for Paul's email with the recording attached.
"Are you okay now?" asked Victoria.
"Me? Yeh" she said, she sighed heavily "I was really scared though, you don't really know what it's like, but... Anyway, seeing those two clowns on the video just made it seem funny."
"They looked more embarrassed than you" said Victoria.
"And twice as scared" said Emily.
"They'll be even more scared when we get our hands on them" said Victoria.
"What about you?" asked Emily.
"What about me?" said Victoria.
"The beating I mean, it must have really hurt" said Emily.
"Yeh, it did, but... what can I do? I can't be pronouncing sentence on every one else and..."began Victoria, interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come in" said Victoria, expecting to see her dad checking up on her.
Paul came in with a sheepish grin "Big file, take ages to upload so I burned it to DVD."
"Okay, clever boy" said Victoria smiling.
Paul handed her a DVD and stood looking out of place. "Can I uh... watch it with you?" he asked. This was alien territory for him, he'd never been in Victoria's bedroom before and it felt strange. The femininity of the room, the bed, the girls sat together; it had a kind of sexual charge that was different to anything he'd experienced before. He felt like an awkward teenager, in the presence of a girl he really fancied, who didn't know what to do or say.
"So long as there's no funny business" said Victoria.
"You mean jokes, right?" said Paul.
"You know what I mean, Paul Turner" said Victoria.
Paul shrugged and crossed the room, not feeling comfortable just sitting on Victoria's bed; such a private and intimate place, without an invitation, he waited.
"Come on then, sit!" said Victoria.
Paul sat tidily, keeping his arms tightly by his side. It seemed odd being so close to Victoria without being able to touch her. "So you don't love me any more then?" he said, but it came out sounding much more plaintive than he'd intended.
Victoria lowered her voice "Paul, there's nothing I'd like more right now than to strip you naked, throw you down on my bed, and ride you until you whinnied like a horse" said Victoria "But... we can't. Remember, I'm the one who hasn't had an orgasm tonight."
"If you want help holding him down" said Emily.
"He won't need holding down" said Victoria.
"I won't need holding down" said Paul "But you can hold me down if you like"
Suspicious, Victoria dropped a hand to the front of his trousers briefly and stroked.
"I can't believe you're hard, in my bedroom, and you've only been here half a minute" said Victoria.
"If you will talk of stripping me and taking me..." said Paul "What do you expect?"
"We'd better get on and check this recording" said Victoria "We'll have to fast forward until he comes up to his room"
Paul slowly snuck his hand up onto Victoria's thigh while she was concentrating. Victoria smacked it away sharply, without taking her eyes off the screen.
"Here we go, no back a bit, there!" said Victoria.
"Why's he peering out of his door before closing it?" asked Emily.
"Maybe he's worried someone's following him" suggested Paul.
"So perhaps he's about to do something naughty" said Victoria.
Giles turned on his computer, and then while it booted he toured his bedroom closing the curtains. He opened his door again quietly and peeked outside before closing it and returning to the computer.
He logged into MySpace and started typing.
"What's he typing?" asked Emily.
"I'll make the window bigger" said Victoria "The resolution'll handle it. If we were live we could zoom in"
"I don't believe it! That's just too much of a coincidence!" said Paul.
"Not really" said Victoria "Think about it: Giles, Gillian it's a natural switch."
"He's pretending to be a girl of thirteen!" said Emily with a laugh.
"And he's talking dirty to boys" said Paul.
"And girls" said Victoria.
"What's he up to now?" asked Paul.
"Looks like an image site, where people upload photos, and people... Oh my god!" said Victoria.
"That girl's naked and tied up!" said Emily.
"That can't be legal!" said Paul "She doesn't look more than twelve"
"If he gets caught I don't think it's the law that he's going to be worried about" said Victoria.
Giles sweated and fidgeted in his seat as he browsed more pictures of girls; most of whom were bound, most of whom were naked, and most of who were being subjected to some kind of corporal punishment. Some of the pictures were also obscene sexually too.
While he did this he responded to messages from online friends, all the while calling himself Gillian, and talking about boys. Of course the girls, thinking him to be a girl, shared their secrets with him, things they would like to do to boys, things they would like boys to do to them. Giles soaked it all up.
After an hour he logged off, shut down the computer and peered outside his door again. He got undressed, slowly, stroking his body as he did so, with his eyes shut. He folded his clothes carefully and put them on a chair. His underwear went in a small hamper near his door. Naked and erect he walked slowly to his bed and lay down. His right hand stroked slowly down his chest to his tummy, and he lingered, long and lecherously, so close to his enraged penis. He was breathing heavily, still sweating, and his lips kissed the air. His penis heaved up and down under its own steam, swaying slightly from side to side as it did so. Giles let out a terrible heart-rending moan and his hand came down, touching his penis only briefly, before pulling away, and then as if he had no control over his hand at all it grabbed it. Tight shameful hand clutching desperate starving organ, he squeezed, then his whole body spasmed briefly and he forced himself to let go. He brought his hands to face and wept.
"Does anyone have any doubt we have what we need now?" asked Victoria.
"I actually feel sorry for him" said Paul.
"Don't!" said Victoria "I expect some poor soul's going to suffer tomorrow because of him."
"Why doesn't he just have a wank?" asked Emily.
"Not allowed to maybe?" said Victoria.
"Just try stopping me" said Paul.
"Is that a challenge?" asked Victoria smiling sweetly at him.
"Ooooh Victoria don't look at me like that" he said.
There was a knock on Victoria's door causing the three of them to jump, and it opened immediately.
"Everything alright?" asked Victoria's father.
"We're fine, dad, thanks" she said.
"What are you up to then?" he asked.
"We're looking at Wikipedia, reading about architecture, you know, edifices, monuments, erections, that kind of thing" said Victoria.
"Oh, very edifying. I'll leave you too it then. Oh, darling, leave your door open when you've got a boy in here, I know it's not really necessary, but... it's more ladylike" he said.
"Sorry dad, Paul must have closed when he came in, I didn't notice."
"Alright then, but not too much longer, eh?" he said, he looked at Paul and jokingly said "And you behave yourself!"
"Dad! You're embarrassing me!" shouted Victoria. He left with a smile.
"God!" said Victoria "He pretends to be so casual, but he's paranoid, he probably thinks we're having a threesome!"
"We are" said Paul "In my imagination, right here, right on your bed"
"Stop it!" said Victoria
"Shan't" said Paul "You can't control what goes on in my head"
"Can't I?" said Victoria, giving him a challenging look.
"Only through my throbbing manhood" he said.
"I'd like to..." said Victoria, she sighed, "Okay are we done with this, do we think we have enough on Giles to keep him quiet, silent and under our control?"
"Definitely" said Emily.
"I'd say so" said Paul "But right at the moment I'd say anything to please you."
"Have you any idea what my dad would do to you if he caught us together?" Victoria asked.
"Me? Have you any idea what he'd do to you?" countered Paul.
Victoria paused, then looked confused "Actually, no!"
"So when's the big bash?" asked Emily growing excited.
"If we can get everything organised and worked out in time - Tomorrow!" said Victoria "It'll have to be in the afternoon because he'll be in church in the morning. If we can arrange to keep him all afternoon and all evening that would be excellent."
"He'll need to be home for dinner" said Emily.
"Well if the naughty boy doesn't turn up for dinner, I expect he'll get his botty smacked" said Victoria "Not our fault is it? Which means we mustn't leave any marks on him."
"Wait, we can't do this until we've got the camera back. He'll know it's there when we show him the video.
"No, we'll get him to fetch it for us" said Victoria "I'm sure he'll be very cooperative from now on"
"Good point" said Paul.
"Okay, you two go, and I'll ponder the plan of attack. We still need to lure him somewhere quiet, and figure out a way to get him to the den without him knowing where he is."
"Okey-dokey then" said Paul "No chance of a quick one before I go?" he said with zero optimism.
"I could staple your willy to your tummy, if that would help" said Victoria.
"I'll just go then. Walk you back, Emily?" said Paul.
"Thanks, I'm just the substitute" she said, rolling her eyes at Victoria.
Ben couldn't run all the way home. His bottom was too sore, and Amy wouldn't let him. She just walked along at her normal pace, cheerfully smiling and humming to herself.
"Come on Amy! We'll be late, it'll be me that gets it, it's not fair!" he said.
"You could be smart" she said.
"I don't want to be smart, I want to be quick!" he yelled.
"Okay" she said, and continued humming.
They hadn't gone much further before Ben had to ask "What do you mean, smart?"
"When you go in, moan and groan, but don't overdo it, and rub you bottom. Look at mum really sadly and tell her how sorry you are being late but the walk home was just too painful."
"No!" he said.
"Okay" said Amy, continuing to amble amiably.
They walked a little further in silence before: "I don't want to draw attention to my bottom, and how's that going to help anyway?" asked Ben miserably.
"Because she's feeling really guilty about spanking you and if you play on it she'll feel sorry for you and blame herself. Then you won't get into trouble" said Amy.
"How do you know?" said Ben.
"Women's intuition" said Amy.
Ben was not in the best of spirits as he opened the front door, and he didn't have to do much pretending as far as his bottom was concerned.
"In here!" he heard his mother say as he stepped indoors "Both of you!"
Ben limped like a monster from a Hammer Horror film, and Amy ambled slowly as usual.
"Sorry mum" said Ben rubbing his bottom carefully "I just hurt..."
Margaret silenced him with a hand.
"Your father and I have been talking, and we've decided it's unfair for you to have to take all the blame" said Margaret "In future, if you're late, you'll both get a spanking. That way, it gives Amy encouragement to remind you what the time is and to chivvy you along"
"Can I just come back on my own?" said Amy "Then I don't get into trouble when Ben's being slow and useless."
"No! You stay together, I don't want you out on your own at night. It's not safe" said Margaret.
"All right then" said Amy acceptingly.
"We'll overlook it tonight" said Margaret "Are you really still in a lot of pain darling?"
Ben nodded and sniffed miserably.
"I've got some cream" said Margaret "It'll make it better."
"It's okay, mum" said Ben.
"You go on up and get ready for bed. I'll be up in a while" said Margaret.
Ben left the room, head down, feeling even sorrier for himself. He knew that drawing attention to his bottom would only bring more trouble.
Hoping his mother might forget or not want to disturb him, Ben made sure he was in his pyjamas, in bed, with the light off, pretending to be asleep. All sensible precautions, but he should have known that there is no defence against a concerned mother. He lay on his side facing away from the door, and he thought about Alison, and Emily, and finally Victoria and what she might do with him tomorrow.
He heard his door open quietly, and heard his mother's soft call "Ben? Ben? Are you awake?"
He lay still, almost holding his breath, and was silent; waiting for the door to close again.
Margaret hesitated, and nearly did leave. If Ben was asleep, why wake him to put cream on? But she couldn't leave, she was still a little worried, and she just wanted to give her little boy a cuddle.
She closed the door behind her and walked quietly over, turning on the soft light next to his bed. Ben knew he had lost the battle when she sat on his bed and put an arm around him, bending to kiss him on the cheek. Ben pretended to wake up, opening his eyes in mild surprise, giving a little stretch, offering a tiny yawn. "Mum?" he said in a small tired voice.
"I brought the cream" she said, holding up the tube as evidence.
"It's alright mum, I don't need it, it doesn't hurt so much now" said Ben.
"It'll make it better, and you won't hurt so much tomorrow" she said pulling his duvet down the bed. Ben instinctively rolled onto his back to protect his bottom, and betrayed himself with an 'ouch!"
"See!?" said Margaret.
Neither of them saw the contradiction between the infliction of the pain and subsequent attempts to relieve that pain. Margaret put the tube on the sheet and kept drawing the duvet down, while Ben lay on his back trying to figure out how he could persuade his mother not to expose his bottom again. He should have had other concerns.
Margaret stopped, and drew a quick breath, surprised to see three inches of erect phallus sticking straight up out of the flap in Ben's pyjama bottoms. She thought, but didn't say 'No erectile dysfunction there then' and continued lowering the duvet again. 'Poor love' she thought 'he's completely oblivious to it. He's so innocent, and so adorable.'
"Roll over for me darling and I'll get your bottoms down" she said.
"I'm alright mum, really" said Ben.
"Probably want to be on you front anyway" she said.
"I'm fine, it's not too painful" said Ben.
"I wasn't thinking of your bottom" she said "I was thinking of this" and she couldn't resist taking the end of his penis between her thumb and forefinger and wiggling it around.
"Muuum!" yelled Ben suddenly mortified that he had a stiffy and his mother could see it, and was touching it! His body twisted like a hurricane and he hit the bed again like a dead cow.
Margaret took hold of his pyjama bottoms "Lift your hips a bit" she said, and when he complied she drew them down to his knees.
She admired his bottom for a few seconds before arming her hands with cream and beginning to rub it in. Ben lay still, his head buried in his pillow; desperately not trying to think of girls; willing his stiffy to evaporate.
When Margaret was done she pulled his pyjamas up again, and encouraged him to roll back over. "You shouldn't be so shy about your body Ben, it's beautiful. Maybe we should make you run around with no clothes on for a couple of days and you'll stop being silly about it."
"Mum, NO!" he said.
"Well stop being silly then" she said, looking down and seeing that he was still erect. She gave Ben a hug and kiss on the cheek, and she could see he was blushing.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of Ben. It's perfectly natural. Your dad has one too you know" she said gently.
"What?" asked Ben, confused.
"This, you silly boy" she said waggling his erection again, but through his pyjamas this time.
"Muuum!" said Ben.
"You keep saying that" she said. "Come here" she lifted him in a big hug and kissed him on both cheeks. "Sleep well darling" she said, picking up the tube of cream. He lay back again, and she pulled the duvet up, tucking him carefully. She couldn't resist stroking his hair, and flicking just a little out of his eyes. With one last kiss she got up and headed out "Night, mum" said Ben. "Night, darling" said his mother closing the door quietly.
Paul also lay in bed, tossing and turning. He had Victoria on his mind too, and Emily. He was imagining himself naked, being pinned down on Victoria's bed by the two girls. They were teasing him while Victoria's dad was stood in the doorway egging them on "Well if you won't behave yourself" he was saying "What do you expect the girls to do?"
He was brought back to reality with a crash when his door opened and his room flooded with light. He closed his eyes against the sudden glare, and rolled to his side to make his excitement less obvious.
Paul's mother left the door open, and, looking pensive, crossed the room to sit on Paul's bed. He half sat up, defensively, wondering what was going on.
"Paul?" she said.
"Yes mum" said Paul.
"I've been thinking" she said with a sigh.
Paul didn't like his mother thinking; she was best at just getting on with things; following routine. This was a disturbing development. Not wanting to encourage her, he remained silent, blinking at the light.
"I know things have been hard" she said, stroking his unruly mop from his eyes "Since your father died. For both of us."
Paul nodded, he missed his father; he'd always been a jolly, confident presence. He'd never resorted to corporal punishment; had never needed to.
"And there are things, duties, he would have had, but he's not here to carry them out" his mother said "So it falls to me, even though I don't really want to."
"What do you mean mum?" asked Paul, with no idea of where this was going.
"I mean..." she began "That, well, you're growing up, and there are things your father would probably have talked to you about, but with him not being here..."
'Oh dear God!' thought Paul 'Please, No!' He drew his knees up in an instinctive defensive motion.
"I'm not going to go into all the details, this isn't a birds and bees talk - you're a bit young for that yet, but that there are some things we need to address" said his mother.
'Something to be thankful for at least' thought Paul.
"I know your body's changing, and you're probably beginning to feel funny sometimes" she said.
Paul grimaced and tried to slide down the bed again, symbolising his desire to just vanish.
"Oh I know I'm not doing a very good job" said Felicity "But to be truthful, before I met your father I didn't really know anything about all this stuff, I didn't have any brothers, so I didn't know much about boys, and growing up."
"It's okay mum" said Paul trying to sound sympathetic "We learn all about that in school, so you don't need to..."
Felicity interrupted him "I don't think they're giving out the right message"
"Message?" said Paul "It's just a lot of boring facts and stuff"
"Oh dear" said Felicity "This is embarrassing for me..."
'For you!?' thought Paul.
"I had a long chat with Grace this afternoon, she seems to know all about this kind of thing, and she said..." began Felicity.
"The Reverend's wife!?" exclaimed Paul, horrified that his mother had been discussing him with her, and even worse, what Grace might have advised.
"Yes, she has a lot of experience with boys apparently. She had five brothers, and of course Giles to look after" said Felicity.
"But Giles is..." began Paul.
"He's a very good boy, well behaved, and an example to follow" said Felicity in way that brooked no argument.
"But, he's..." began Paul again.
"I know he's older" said Felicity interrupting again "But Grace said that the same principles apply to a boy of your age to. She said since you've started puberty you'll need all the same help and guidance"
"Help? Guidance? Did you tell her I... What have you been telling her!?" asked Paul in outrage.
"Mothers talk dear, you should know that" said Felicity, putting a hand on his shoulder to calm him "She said you might start getting... erections... and at nights you might have certain dreams that make you... soil yourself, and this isn't good for you."
Paul grabbed a pillow and tried to suffocate himself with it.
"There's no reason to be embarrassed" said Felicity "I'm your mother. She said that you might be tempted to... abuse yourself, and this is bad for you too. If you start doing that, she said, you might turn into a pervert and go blind and mad."
Paul pressed the pillow harder into his face.
"So she said I should tell you that if things get too difficult, if you feel... that you can't cope, you should come to me and I'll... sort it out for you" she said.
'Sort it out for me?' thought Paul 'What on earth is she on about?'
"So, and this is very important dear, you mustn't touch yourself, not under any circumstances. Instead, if things are... too much, come and tell me. If I find you have been touching yourself I'm going to have to punish you" said Felicity "I don't want to, but it's for your own good"
Paul whimpered in humiliation behind his pillow.
"If you're soiling your sheets with dirty dreams at night I'll know you've not been coming to me when you should, and I'll be cross about that too" said Felicity "Come out from behind that pillow!"
Felicity grabbed the pillow and wrestled it from Paul's scarlet face.
"How are you feeling now?" she asked.
"How am I feeling?" he asked "Urm, pretty... appalled" he said.
"Have you been touching yourself?" she asked "Have you started doing that already?"
"Just give me back the pillow" he pleaded.
Felicity took Paul by surprise when she slid a hand under his duvet to his groin; she patted his penis though his pyjamas, which, he thanked God, was no longer erect.
"Are you feeling funny right now?" she asked.
'Funny?' thought Paul 'You have no fucking idea!'
She removed her hand "All right then" she said "That's all I wanted to say. But I'll expect you to come and talk to me when you're... you know, and I don't expect to have to wait too long. Grace kindly said she'd come and help out if I had any difficulties."
Felicity kissed her son on the forehead and left the room, closing the door behind her. Paul lay back on his bed staring into the darkness. He felt he had just stepped into a nightmare.
He did have a dirty dream that night, but not one that inspired a nocturnal emission. He was naked, pinned down on Victoria's bed. But it wasn't Emily and Victoria that teased him, it was his mother and Grace. His mother was telling him, over and over, how it was for his own good, while Grace played with his erect penis. She held a riding crop, and he knew that if she managed to make him come, she'd use the riding crop on his offending organ. He also knew that even if he was condemned to an eternity of this torment, in some long forgotten circle of hell, he'd never ejaculate again.
Continued in Chapter Thirty Six