Victoria began closing the blades again, and this time to the point that they began pinching Giles' scrotum, on the verge of cutting through his flesh. Again Paul grabbed her and pulled her away. This time the bolt-cutters fell to the floor with a noisy metallic clatter. Ben had to hold Alison tight as she struggled to free herself; struggled to get to the bolt-cutters to finish what Victoria had started. Emily rushed at Giles and grabbed him from behind, holding his as securely as she could.
"I'll hold him, chop them off!" she yelled.
"Let me at him!" shrieked Alison.
"Paul! Let go, let go you bastard, I'm going to castrate him!" shouted Victoria also fighting for her freedom.
Inspired by the atmosphere, Giles' terror, and the awesome prospect of her step-brother having his willy cut off, Helen dashed forward and grabbed the bolt-cutters. She rammed them painfully into Giles groin and started opening the blades and sliding Giles' balls in between them. This was not part of the plan, but everyone was so involved in their own part in this drama that they hadn't noticed.
CHAPTER FORTY FOUR
Victoria was struggling with Paul; they were both concentrating on making it look real and didn't see Helen's unscripted improvisation. Emily, gripping Giles tightly, had her head buried in his neck and could see nothing. Ben and Alison were struggling equally convincingly and were equally distracted. Only Amy stood apart, but she was watching Paul, admiring the way his hair flew about over his face; the way his bottom curved outwards and thrusted and swung in the struggle.
It was a riot. Everyone was screaming and shouting at the tops of their voices: Victoria at Paul, to let her go; let her castrate Giles; Alison similarly with Ben. Emily kept shouting that she'd got him, and they should cut them off now. Helen snarled and growled but uttered nothing intelligible or comprehensible, or even human; as she closed the blades around Giles testicles.
Above all of this was Giles' high pitched screaming. He no longer begged God for help, he no longer pleaded for mercy. As the blades closed he just screamed like a little girl.
Alison, who was supposed to be fighting to get to the bolt-cutters herself, looked down at the floor as she tried yet again to pull away from Ben. She was surprised when she saw the bolt-cutters gone. She looked up and saw Helen; saw the bolt-cutters; saw what was about to happen. 'Shit!' she thought. "Let go, Ben!" she shouted and tried to pull away, but Ben, still wrapped up in the drama, kept hold of her. Alison couldn't get free.
With a silent mental apology, she stamped her foot down hard on Ben's and at the same time smashed a hand back into his groin. Ben doubled up, fell forwards, and let out a pitiful "Aaaaaawwwghhhh!" as he released her. Alison flew at Helen slamming into her and knocking her backwards. The bolt-cutters fell to the floor again and Alison tried to wrestle Helen down, trying to make it look like she was fighting her for possession of the bolt-cutters; for the honour of being the one to castrate Giles. Helen fought back like a wounded tiger, scratching and biting at Alison in a rage.
The clatter of the bolt-cutters, and this explosion of unexpected, unstaged violence drew the attention of the others. Paul and Victoria stopped struggling; Amy looked over; Emily released Giles and looked up.
Paul and Victoria dived in pulling the two girls apart. Paul grabbed the feral Helen, while Victoria grabbed Alison; growing suddenly angry, thinking that Alison had lost her temper again. Victoria slapped Alison sharply across the bottom "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Sorry" said Alison quickly beginning to tear up "You don't understand, Helen had the bolt-cutters, she was going to cut Giles Bollocks off, I had to stop her" after a pause she added "Because I wanted to do it" hoping that Victoria would see the point. Victoria held Alison for a moment then relaxed. She gave Alison a quick hug and mouthed a silent apology.
Paul was wrestling with Helen; he had her held from behind, but her arms and legs were flailing violently. Her dress had ridden up and her knickers were flashing at everyone. Victoria slapped Helen across the face, and this seemed to calm her. Helen brought a hand to where she had been slapped and suddenly started crying. Her body went limp, and Paul's restraining grip turned to more of a cuddle.
"Only one person is going to cut his bollocks off" shouted Victoria firmly, returning to the script "And that's me!" She stooped to pick up the bolt-cutters. Quickly, Paul jumped up abandoning Helen, but instead of grabbing Victoria he put an arm around her shoulders.
"Victoria, just now you told me you loved me with all your heart" he spoke quickly, urgently, with pleading in his voice "You said there was nothing you wouldn't do for me. Well do this for me: give Giles a chance. I think he's sorry, I think he'll do as he's told, I think he'll be an obedient slave. Please, for the love of God, don't cut his balls off"
Victoria turned to Paul and said very softly "Paul, please don't ask me that"
"I am asking, Victoria. I am asking" he said firmly.
Victoria turned her head to Giles very slowly. "Is he right, Giles?"
Giles threw himself to Victoria's feet and smothered them with kisses. "Yes, I am sorry, I will be your slave, do whatever you want, I'll never disobey, please belieeeeve meee..."
Victoria dropped the bolt-cutters. "If you're lying to me, Giles..." she said without completing the threat, but her voice was cold enough to cause frostbite.
"Nooo, I'm not, never..." he said bawling. His terror and his relief pouring from him in one great long howling bawling sob.
The atmosphere in the room calmed down. Paul went over to help Helen up again, who sat crying and looking quite subdued. Victoria gave Alison another hug and whispered "Sorry, darling, I thought you'd lost it."
"No" said Alison quietly "She was going to do it honestly, if I'd been a split second later he really would have been castrated."
It was then that Victoria noticed Ben still doubled up on the floor, squirming in pain. Victoria hurried over and dropped to her knees, putting an arm around him "What's the matter Ben, what happened?" she asked. Ben didn't feel able to speak yet, he just grunted miserably.
Alison thought she ought to confess before Victoria got angry at her "My fault" said Alison.
"Why? What did you do?" asked Victoria.
"Well, I saw what Helen was about to do, and I told Ben to let me go, but he wouldn't. I couldn't get free to stop Helen. Like I said it really was a split second away" said Alison, grinning appeasin ly.
"So you hit Ben?" asked Victoria.
"I didn't have a choice, Victoria, I couldn't get free!" said Alison "I'm sorry, I didn't want to. It was an emergency!"
"Alright, darling, not your fault. You did the right thing" said Victoria "And if you hadn't... Doesn't bear thinking about really. You can make it up to him later."
"I will" said Alison "Is he alright?"
Alison sat on the floor next to Ben and stroked his hair "I'm sorry Ben, I didn't want to, but I had to. I'll make it up to you."
Ben looked up into her beautiful eyes and smiled at her forgivingly. He started to get hard, and he grunted again as his balls throbbed.
"Is he going to be capable?" asked Alison.
"We'd better have a look, make sure there's no serious damage" said Victoria, and she began unbuttoning Ben's trousers.
"No..." said Ben "I'm alright"
"Don't be silly, we need to check" said Victoria. She pulled his trousers down to his knees and his pants swiftly followed. She and Alison took a long look before touching him. Ben hadn't grown to more than half hard, and Victoria took hold of his failed erection and moved it delicately aside causing it to resume its growth. She inspected his testicles.
"Looks okay" said Victoria "Just relax, darling" she said, and with great care she lifted his scrotum and examined him further.
"Ow!" said Ben.
Victoria let his scrotum down carefully "You're fine" said Victoria "Might ache a bit, but I don't think there's any serious damage"
Alison reached a hand out and ever so gently patted Ben's scrotum "Sorry, Ben's testicles" and then she patted his erection equally softly "Sorry, Ben's willy."
Ben's face reddened and he felt like a doll being played with by a little girl.
"Can I get dressed now?" he asked.
"Go on, darling, in your own timer" said Victoria. But before Ben had a chance to pull his pants up Alison kissed him "Sorry, Ben" she said.
"'S'alright" he said shyly.
"Gillian, get up, stop grovelling!" said Victoria.
Giles climbed to his feet, and put his hands on his head.
"I think it's time we got you dressed. Don't you?" Victoria asked.
"Yes, please..." said Giles.
"Helen, darling, would you like to dress Gillian?" she asked.
"I want to bite him again" said Helen.
"No biting right now, you have to make friends. Gillian's going to be your new playmate and we have to dress her in some lovely clothes" said Victoria.
"Playmate?" said Helen suspiciously, eying Giles with contempt.
"Yes, she's going to be the ideal playmate, because she's going to do whatever you tell her. Aren't you, Gillian?" said Victoria.
"Yes, anything" said Giles.
"See? So instead of biting her, you can have her play dolls with you, or have a tea-party, or play hop-scotch, whatever you like" said Victoria.
Helen continued to eye Giles suspiciously but she also nodded slowly.
"Alright" said Helen "I'll give it a go, but if he..."
"She" interrupted Victoria.
"If she gets me into trouble or hurts me I'm going to bite him... I'm going to bite his willy off!" said Helen.
"Gillian's a girl darling, you have to remember that, so you're going to bite her, bite her willy off. Look it'll be easier to remember when we've got her dressed. Do you want to help?" said Victoria.
"Alright, but I will bite HER if SHE makes me cross" said Helen.
Victoria fetched a bag and pulled from it a pair of white frilly knickers with pink butterflies embroidered on them. They weren't new, but were perfectly serviceable, and the fact that they (presumably) had been worn by a proper girl, just added spice.
"I think Gillian would like some nice knickers, don't you?" said Victoria handing them to Helen. She took them and inspected them closely. "I don't have any knickers as nice as these, mine are all plain" she complained. "We'll see if we can get you some nicer ones then" said Victoria "I think these'll be a bit big for you."
Helen shrugged and then brought the knickers to Giles' feet. Giles stared at the knickers, but he was devoid of any spirit, any defiance, and he lifted his feet obediently. Helen drew the knickers up his legs and fought to get them stretched across his bottom. She grabbed his flaccid penis and shoved it down inside. Giles groaned. The knickers were a tight fit, and looked ridiculous on Giles. The unfitting bulge at the front looked quite unladylike.
Victoria handed Helen a pair of white frilly lace socks, with pretty pink bands around the top. Again, Giles lifted his feet to allow Helen to put them on him. These were a better fit, but still tight.
Victoria pulled out a white frilly party dress with straps at the shoulders. "I think this will look beautiful on Gillian, don't you?" she asked.
"It might, but she'll still be ugly" said Helen, standing up and pulling the dress over Giles' head and shoulders.
"What do you think Gillian?" asked Victoria.
"Um, it's lovely, thank you" he said unconvincingly.
Victoria handed Helen a pair of pink sandals, and Helen forced them onto Giles' feet, buckling the straps over the top with some difficulty.
"There, isn't that lovely" said Victoria, standing back to admire Gillian's new ensemble.
Giles blushed a deep red, and couldn't look anyone in the eye.
"Gillian, I think you should skip around the room, singing tra la la la la, until I tell you to stop" said Victoria.
Incongruously, Giles started skipping "Tra la la la la" he sang as he skipped.
"Well, this year's summer collection includes this delightful little girl's outfit that we've called... The Purge" said Victoria "Its central theme - the brilliant white representing purity and innocence, and incidentally the colour of that which results from a purging."
Victoria fell about laughing, and so did everyone else, except Giles; and Paul, who just looked fearful. Victoria suddenly realised what she'd said and what it meant for Paul. She stopped laughing.
"Gillian, come here my pretty" she said "Oh my God, I sound like Golem!"
Giles stopped skipping and singing with gratitude and came to stand in front of Victoria, his hands clasped before him.
"I think there's something missing" said Victoria eying Gillian up and down. Helen looked him up and down too.
"His nuts, his nuts should be missing" said Helen.
"No, on his head, I think he needs a hat, don't you, Gillian darling?" asked Victoria.
Giles could only nod; his eyes wide with fear.
Victoria reached into her bag again and pulled out a broad brimmed straw boater. The brim was decorated with pretty flowers, and from the back hung two pink ribbons.
"Come and kneel here, Gillian" said Victoria indicating the space right in front of her. Giles lowered himself painfully to the floor and obediently bowed his head. Victoria settled the hat carefully, and stretched a piece of elastic down and around his chin. She let it snap sharply back, and Giles yelped at the sting of it.
"Up you get Gillian" she said. Giles rose, his face a little redder again and he kept his eyes on the floor.
"That is lovely, Gillian" said Victoria "Isn't that lovely, Helen?"
"It would be lovelier if it was his nuts on the brim instead of flowers" said Helen "But he does look more like a girl now."
Victoria smiled "Now listen, Gillian, you too Helen" she said.
"We are now going to return Gillian to where we captured him. And it will be up to you, Helen, how he goes home from there. He can go dressed like this, or wearing only some of these clothes, or he can go completely naked. When you get home, Helen , you must say that you found Giles in the Rec. being stripped and beaten up by council estate boys. You can say they ran off and you went to rescue him. If you take him home naked you can say they stole his clothes, if you take him like this then they stole his clothes and you had to borrow some to dress him, so that he'd be decent. But that's up to you. You mustn't mention what happened here, and neither must you, Gillian."
"Alright" said Helen "I want him dressed like this"
"Gillian, remember your promise. You will do whatever Helen tells you. And you will do whatever we tell you, anytime, anywhere. Any breach of this promise, any at all, and we will know, and you will be brought back here to the secret cellar under the church, and you will be punished. Today will seem like a picnic, and when you leave again, you will not be whole. Do you understand?"
"Yes" said Giles.
"Paul?" said Victoria.
Paul retreated behind the curtain and recovered the box they'd need for the return journey.
"Ben darling, you need to get undressed" said Victoria, as she sank into her usual chair in the lounge "I don't suppose someone would get me a can of coke?"
"Anyone else?" asked Alison. Everyone concurred. Alison dashed out at high speed.
"Why?" asked Ben
"Because I'm thirsty, darling" said Victoria.
"No, why do I have to get undressed?" he asked.
"You know why, we discussed it this morning. You need to become more relaxed about being naked and about being intimate with people. So for the next two days, when you're here, you have to be naked, and let people touch you" said Victoria patiently "And why aren't you undressed yet?" she added less patiently.
Ben frowned and looked quite unhappy at this particular training exercise, but he got undressed anyway, and sat on the floor with his hands in his lap. Alison dashed back in with six cold wet cans of coke freshly fished from the stream.
"Here you go Victoria" said Alison handing her a can.
"Thanks, darling, and don't forget to be nice to Ben" she said, opening the can and taking a deep swig.
"Ooh! He's eager, he's already stripped" said Alison.
"Acclimatisation therapy" said Victoria.
"What's he climbing?" asked Alison.
"No, darling. He has to get used to being naked with us and having people touching him, so for the next couple of days he's going to stay naked, and people can touch him. So long as we don't have any victims to deal with."
"Fab!" said Alison and she quickly handed coke round to the others before sitting next to Ben.
"How're the balls?" she asked quietly.
"Fine" said Ben "They've gone to sleep, so leave them alone"
"Aw, I'm allowed to touch them," Victoria said. She draped a hand in his lap and stroked his willy instead, while Ben blushed stoically.
"So what's the plan then?" asked Paul "We were supposed to be keeping Giles overnight, and we've let him go already."
"I was expecting more backbone" said Victoria "I thought it would take ages to break him, but he was such a baby. I didn't even think it was necessary to show him the videos and threaten him with exposure."
"Maybe we've been a bit paranoid" said Paul.
"Maybe we have" said Victoria.
"So can we pick on the locals now then?" asked Alison excitedly.
"Well, let's not get carried away just yet" said Victoria.
"There are a couple of boys at school I'd like to get" said Alison thumping her fist into her palm.
"We've got plenty to keep us busy for the time being anyway" said Victoria "Since we haven't got Giles, we can concentrate on the scout initiations."
"What's the plan?" asked Emily.
"Haven't really got one" said Victoria "I guess we just turn up, watch, and take it from there. It'll probably just be a re con, see who's who, what's what, that kind of thing, and maybe come up with a plan to snatch a couple of likely subjects for tomorrow."
"Bloody hell Victoria, what's got into you?" asked Paul.
"What?" asked Victoria.
"You wouldn't normally go to the toilet without a full scale invasion plan. Napoleon invaded Russia with less strategy and fewer maps than you use to cross the road" said Paul.
"I must be getting old" said Victoria "Well, why shouldn't we? Relax, live a little!"
"Security?" suggested Emily.
"Security's sound. The worst that can happen is we get caught by the scouts. We run for it, they won't know who we are or how to find us, Maybe they'll catch one of us, or more. What are they going to do? It's hardly the end of the world." said Victoria.
"They'll catch Ben" said Amy "For sure."
"Ben doesn't mind" said Alison "Because he's brave, and he's ...climising or something."
"Acclimatising" said Victoria.
Ben looked round, a bit put-out; actually he did mind getting caught, but he didn't really want to say so now that Alison had stuck up for him.
"So let's relax, and have some fun" said Victoria, sitting back in her chair cuddling her cold can.
The others looked at each other askance.
"Oh, we should talk about the possibility, and I stress possibility, of new gang members. I know you girls have your heart set on another boy, but Helen's name has also been mentioned" said Victoria.
"Helen!?" said Alison "She's a savage!"
"We can tame her" said Victoria "And her savagery might come in handy. I bet she'll scare the willies out of the boys"
"Bite the willies off of the boys more like" said Emily.
"She has obvious advantages" said Paul "She wasn't fazed by this afternoon's proceedings, not even the sex stuff, and she already has a lot of inside knowledge, and she's going to have control over Giles. So I say we're safer if she's sworn oaths and is a member of the gang."
"And I agree" said Victoria.
"It does make sense I suppose" said Emily.
"But I thought we were going to get a boy" said Alison "Another girl's going to make it worse, we haven't got enough boys as it is."
"Well maybe we can recruit another boy as well" said Victoria.
"Or two boys?" asked Alison.
"One at a time darling" said Victoria "Does anyone have any suggestions? Boys they think might fit in well?"
"How about Lumpy Dave?" suggested Paul with a grin.
"No!" said Emily "I'm not having him following me round like a love sick puppy here as well as everywhere else."
"Well, he might not" said Paul "After he's seen a couple of girl captives stripped, seen you in the altogether and copped a bit of a feel, he might calm down."
"Oh God, no, alright? Not Lumpy Dave!" said Emily.
"At least we'd get to see what that lump was all about" said Alison.
"I think we know what that lump's all about. I think that's the point!" said Emily.
"Alright, not Lumpy Dave" said Victoria.
"What about Randy Clark?" said Emily.
"What your secret love?" said Paul.
Emily blushed "He is not!"
"He is hot did you say?" asked Paul.
"Not, I said, not hot. Shuttup!" said Emily blushing even more.
"I rest my case" said Paul.
"I'm not sure" said Victoria "He's a bit macho, in with the boys, and arrogant. Thinks too much of himself. He might be difficult to control"
"No" said Emily "You could control anyone"
"Hmmm" said Victoria sceptically "Well, any others to consider first?"
"How about Luke Sanford?" suggested Paul "I know he's a bit quiet and shy, but he's funny and clever, and creative. He's a great artist."
"Now we know who Paul's secret love is" said Emily.
"He's adorable" said Paul "And I do secretly love him."
"He is one of your best friends" said Victoria.
"Well, there's no rule against that is there?" said Paul.
"He is a better candidate than Randy" said Victoria.
"He's cute as well" said Alison "I bet he looks great naked"
"Votes?" invited Victoria.
"I'm a yes, obviously" said Paul.
"Sounds good to me" said Alison.
"So long as he and Paul don't spend all their time bumming each other" said Emily "Or it'll be worse than recruiting another girl."
"I don't mind" said Amy "I don't know anyone round here except you lot anyway"
"Ben, darling?" asked Victoria.
"So long as it isn't until after my training's finished" said Ben.
"You've lots of training to come yet, Ben, it'll take ages" said Alison, pouting.
"Okay, looks like we're agreed then. Do you want to take initial soundings, Paul?" said Victoria.
"Consider it done" said Paul.
"Well, that's business taken care of, now we can just relax" said Victoria "Which reminds me, come over here Paul"
Paul got up from his chair intending to squeeze in beside Victoria.
"Oh no you don't!" said Victoria stopping him from sitting.
"What's the problem?" asked Paul, surprised.
"Put your can down" said Victoria. Paul put the can down looking confused. Victoria reached for the front of his trousers.
"Oh!" said Paul "Blow-job?"
"No" said Victoria "Spanking"
"What? What have I done?" asked Paul.
"I can't remember, I just remember I was going to give you one" said Victoria.
"Well you do keep promising" said Paul.
"Maybe that was it" said Victoria, as she pushed his trousers and pants down "Over you go!" Victoria pulled Paul over her lap. She had to sit forward quite a bit before settling him comfortably and she stroked his bottom affectionately. Victoria could feel Paul's penis hardening against her thigh, and she smiled.
The rest of the gang watched closely. They had none of them seen Paul spanked before, and the sight of his lovely bottom lying over Victoria's lap was delicious. Even Ben licked his lips in appreciation. Emily fidgeted slightly, feeling sorry that yet again she was without male company while Victoria and Alison were busy. Alison unconsciously increased the urgency of her attention to Ben's willy, and he sat back a little with his arms bracing him behind.
"You could get undressed, if you like" he suggested hopefully.
"Okay" said Alison cheerfully, abandoning Ben's penis and starting to pull her clothes off.
Victoria began gently with little love pats, and slowly increased the speed and power of her blows. Paul practically purred and Victoria felt his erection grow ever more rigid against her thigh.
"Don't you come on me" she said quietly.
"If I do it won't be my fault" he replied.
"Well you'll get the blame either way" she countered.
"So what are you going to do? Spank me?" he asked, and they both laughed. She smacked him harder.
Alison lay back on the floor and smiled appealingly at Ben. He rolled onto his side, his willy poking out alarmingly, and he rested a hand on her breast. He stroked her slowly, enjoying the sight of her naked body as he ran his eyes up and down. He couldn't resist for long, and his other hand came down on her pussy and he dived gently in stroking her most sensitive places. Alison moaned gently and brought her own hand up to reciprocate.
"Oh sod it!" said Emily, defeated. She started to strip off her own clothes.
Victoria worked up a pleasant warmth and sting in Paul's bottom before she stopped. She stroked him again briefly. "Up you get then" she said.
"Is that it?" he asked disappointedly.
"For now" said Victoria "You're not going to turn into a pervert all of a sudden are you?"
"Turn into? No" said Paul "Carry on being? You bet!"
She helped Paul up and his beautifully curved hard-on came within biting distance as he righted himself. She was tempted, but she let it pass out of range.
"Now, you can get dressed again or stay as you are" said Victoria standing up "Sit!" she added as though training a puppy.
Paul sat, perplexed, but enjoying this new side of Victoria. She started to undo her own trousers.
"What now?" he asked.
"Your turn?" she said.
"For what?" he asked.
"To give me a spanking" she said.
"Jesus Christ! The world's just suddenly flipped into one of my fantasies" he said "I must be asleep." He started pinching himself.
Victoria stopped, her knees bent, her jeans and knickers halfway down "You fantasise about spanking me?" she asked, a little shocked.
Paul nodded his tongue hanging out.
"How long have you been doing that?" she asked, pushing her clothes all the way down.
"Oh, only since I was about six" he answered.
"Now you're having me on" she said and lay over his lap.
"No" he said resting a hand on her bottom.
"I don't want to know" she said.
"Do you remember your seventh birthday party?" asked Paul, still caressing her.
"No, not really" she said.
"You aunt had just given you a present? It was a new sweater, and you were expecting a Barbie doll for some reason?" said Paul.
"Oh God! Don't! Don't remind me!" she said.
"And so you threw a tantrum. I think you threw the sweater at your aunt and said something like "that's not a present for me that's a present for my mum, she has to buy my clothes' and your mum tried to get you to apologise, but you just refused and demanded a proper present" said Paul.
"Yes, I remember. Enough already" said Victoria.
Paul smacked her sharply on the bottom "Not while you're in this position, young lady. Who's in charge here?"
Victoria melted inside and said dreamily "You are"
"So your mum pulled you over her lap, lifted that ridiculous party dress up and pulled your knickers down while you fought with her like a savage. She really gave you a good hiding. That dress was so big and in the way, she just pulled it off, and I think she lost her temper, because she kept smacking you long after you were bawling" said Paul.
"That was so painful, I remember it now, and embarrassing" she said.
"And she made you stand in the corner, practically naked. The other mums started making moves, to get their little darlings home but your mother just barked at them like a sergeant major, telling them there was no reason to spoil the party for the other kids just because you were a spoiled brat" said Paul.
"And I had to stay in that corner until everyone had left" said Victoria.
"And I spent the whole time sat on the floor staring at your bright red bum. You had little red shoes on, with pink bows. Red socks, with pinks stripes around the top. Yellow knickers with strawberries on them, which were round your ankles - and nothing else. I sat staring not knowing what I wanted to do" said Paul.
"What do you mean?" asked Victoria.
"I didn't know if I wanted to kiss your bottom better or smack it some more. Ever since I've had this fantasy. And as we got older so did the fantasy. So my little nine year old self would kiss and smack your little ten year old bottom, and now here we are" he said "All grown up."
"Yeh, well, right now you seem to be growing up into my tummy" said Victoria pushing a hand underneath herself and settling Paul's erection a little flatter.
"Oh, sorry" he said.
"So what's it going to be then?" asked Victoria, feeling warm and safe and comfortable.
"How'd you mean?" he asked.
"Are you going to kiss it or smack it?" said Victoria "Or are you just going to torment it with reminiscences?"
"Well, we've had the reminisce" said Paul "So smacking I guess. The kissing should come last I think. Seems more appropriate."
"You're the boss" she sighed.
Paul began spanking her; not gently and not hard; enjoying the feel of her bottom under his hand; enjoying the feeling of being in control and Victoria being subject to his whim.
Emily lay back on the floor, on her own, and began stroking herself. She still felt a little lonely and although Amy was unoccupied, she felt embarrassed at the thought of having to ask a ten year old for relief. Not that doing it herself was much better, but she wasn't going to sit like a lemon again.
Ben and Alison were playing with the new "69' position with Alison sucking gently on Ben's penis, rolling her tongue round the head, and ticking his tummy and balls, while he licked and sucked on her beautiful pussy.
"It's beginning to hurt" said Victoria.
"Good" said Paul "That is the purpose after all."
Paul was only too conscious of the six angry welts across Victoria's bottom. Welts he had inflicted himself, and that he derived no pleasure from at all. This though, this... he was enjoying. He speeded up a little, and added a little more force. The sound of the smacking, the feel of Victoria's flesh compressing and decompressing, but especially the small "oohs' and "aahs' she was emitting: were intoxicating.
Victoria began squirming a little and the friction of her body against his engorged penis was sublime. He suspected that she was doing this on purpose, to distract him, to persuade him that there might be other more exciting things they could do together, but on this occasion, if that was her plan, she was wrong. Paul continued, increasing the force and tempo yet again.
"Paul" she said in a slightly pleading voice "This is beginning to really hurt."
"Yup" he said, and carried on.
Ben and Alison were in the final throws or orgasm; all pants and thrusts, and urgent motions; while Emily stroked herself between the legs lazily, imagining Randy Clark being all macho and manly at her. In her mind, he had seized her in the forest, under the moonlight, and he was kissing her, his hands were roaming, promising.
In another forest glade, in the real world, a little girl led a fifteen year old boy by the hand. He walked with shoulders hunched, head down, and with the reluctance of an overfed crow. He was wearing a pretty white dress which hung incongruously by its straps on his shoulders. His pretty frilly lacy socks were rooted in pink strap-over sandals. His eyes were red and puffy, and tears were still drying on his face. His body was bruised and battered, and his spirit was broken.
As Helen led Giles out of the forest her smile broadened, and as they began to encounter other people her smile broadened further. Giles shambled slowly, unable to lift his head or acknowledge the world around him at all. Physically the pair were a complete mismatch: the diminutive form of the little ten year old girl was dwarfed by the much larger fifteen year old boy, but there was no doubt in any of the passers-by that it was Helen who was in control. Adults stared, perplexed, but no-one interfered. Children pointed and laughed. Seeing Giles dressed in this way, so subdued, was a great treat. But even in his present condition he was so feared that none of them dared approach directly. And so, like a medieval dancing bear trained to the whip, Giles made his heavy way home at the direction of his new mistress.
Grace was in the kitchen when they arrived and she dropped the tea-pot. Scalding tea and broken china spread across the floor as her hands came to her mouth; a place unusually and temporarily devoid of words. Helen stopped and waited. Giles trembled and began crying again.
Grace recovered; filled with questions. She threw them at Giles like spears. Defenceless, Giles blubbered, but was able to communicate no more than: that he was sorry and that it wasn't his fault. Helen waited, letting him suffer, before she offered up her version of events.
Grace marched Giles into the lounge, her face painted with the closest thing that ever came to a smile. The ladies who had gathered for the Parish Flower Committee meeting looked over and a hush descended.
"You all know my step-son, Giles" said Grace.
The ladies looked at each other in confusion.
"Curtsey like a good little girl, Giles" said Grace. Giles, already filled with more humiliation and terror than he could cope with, curtseyed awkwardly. "You need practise" said Grace "Perhaps Helen can teach you." The ladies tittered and smiled. Grace took Giles by the scruff of the neck and shoved him in a corner.
"We'll see what your father has to say about this when he gets home" she said, adding a painful swat to his bottom. The ladies buzzed with uncomplimentary comments, and Giles and his feminine dress remained the topic of conversation for some time. His ridiculous frilly clad frame was too much of a distraction for the ladies to return to their proper order of business. Helen joined the ladies, all evidence of savagery absent, as she sat politely and conversed in the most ladylike fashion, with just the occasional glance up at Giles.
A shaft of moonlight highlighted the breasts that Randy had just bared, and Emily's fantasy hands were working impatiently at his trousers; wanting to get him out; wanting to feel him. But Emily's fantasy was interrupted by Ben and Alison crying out in orgasmic fury. Emily returned to the den; dropped a frustrated hand from an even more frustrated fanny and sighed. They definitely needed another boy, or six.
Victoria was squirming for real now. She was in pain and tears were springing to her eyes.
"Paul!?" she cried out.
"Be quiet" he said gently, with no intention of stopping yet.
Ben and Alison began to recover and sat up, hugging and kissing each other tenderly, and Emily looked over. She took a deep breath and humbled herself "Alison?" she said.
Alison finished kissing Ben first, and then turned to her sister "What?" she said rather impatiently.
"Can I borrow Ben for a minute?" asked Emily, hating herself for having to ask her little sister if she could borrow her little boyfriend.
"Aw" said Alison, but she couldn't refuse her sister "Alright, but don't hurt him, he's still a bit sore."
"I won't break him" said Emily exasperated.
Alison gave Ben a last kiss "Go on then, give her a quick one then come back."
Ben, feeling a little put upon, headed across to Emily and sat down embarrassedly.
"Just do what you can" said Emily "If you're up to a proper shag that'll be just great, otherwise any old orgasm'll do."
"Any old orgasm?" said Ben, sounding offended "I know what I'm doing you know."
Emily looked up at him and his insulted expression and she felt selfish and guilty. She raised a hand to the side of his face and stroked it. "Sorry, Ben" she said "Of course you do. Tell you what... here I am, you do what you like." She smiled at him warmly and looked down at the limp penis dangling between his legs and she brought a hand up under it; lifting it gently. "Whenever you're ready." She leaned up and gave him a kiss.
Ben kissed Emily back, reaching a hand to her breasts and he started to stroke her.
"Come on Amy, let's play" said Alison, and Amy who had been watching all the proceedings with interest got up to join Alison.
Victoria was crying. She was in much pain now, and she'd given up trying to fight it. She'd given in to the inexorable rhythm of Paul's chastising hand, and the flow of pain through her nervous system, and she'd opened up; the tears flowing freely, her sobbing genuine and cathartic.
Paul stopped. For a minute he just gently stroked the beautiful pearly skin of Victoria's bottom. Victoria continued to sob, and her hands came up to Paul's thigh; she held on for security; feeling safer that way.
Paul bent towards her and planted kisses all over her buttocks until every square centimetre had been kissed many times. His lips felt cool and comforting to her, like little fishes nibbling in a natural pool.
Victoria felt relief flood through her; felt a great many weights lifted, and she relaxed in a way that she hadn't for a long time. Paul pulled her up, and pulled her to him. She kissed him passionately; hungrily.
"Thank you" she said.
"You're welcome" he replied.
"Take me?" she asked hesitantly.
Paul lifted her, lay her on the floor, and he took her.
Continued in Chapter Forty Five