Victoria sipped her tea and performed a quick visual tour of the room. Amy was happily at play with Alan, and was now trying to persuade the poor sore boy to touch her. Paul was failing in his task of punishing Wendy; she shook her head at this. Ben and Alison looked like they were about to manoeuvre into position to make love properly. And Emily was trying to encourage Dave to pay some attention to her pussy.
The laptop beeped again. "What now?" said Victoria, putting her tea down. She examined the screen briefly.
"Shit! Everyone dressed! Now!" she shouted, in something of a panic.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
Keith stepped out of the Land Rover and looked across at the low wooden building. He unfolded a map and spread it on the bonnet. He frowned when he couldn't find the building, but the hollow was clearly marked. He returned to the vehicle and pulled out a small but rugged laptop. He poured himself a cap of coffee from a flask as he waited for the laptop to boot up. A couple of minutes later he was peering at Forestry Commission maps, site plans, the asset database, and other resources. He could find no mention of the building anywhere. As far as the Ordnance Survey and the Forestry Commission were concerned - the building did not exist.
He put the laptop away, refolded the map, and finished his coffee while he stared at the non-existent building. Despite what the computer and the maps had said, Keith could see it, and he did not doubt that it existed. He thought it had probably been built sometime early last century, probably illegally. He shook that last few drops of coffee from the cap, screwed it back onto the top of the flask, and tossed the flask through the window onto the passenger seat.
As he strode down towards the building he reviewed what he remembered of last week's budget meeting, and what work gangs he had in the vicinity. The building would have to come down, and he'd have to organise it. Fortunately, last years under-spend had left plenty of cash in the kitty, and there was even a sizeable unofficial pot where previous heads of department had stored spare under-spends to give them some flexibility in the future. It wasn't exactly legitimate, but it was very useful. This just meant that if a particular piece of work had been budgeted at fifty-thousand pounds, and it had actually cost forty-eight thousand, the accounts would show a fifty-thousand pound spend, and the extra two-thousand would be set aside for 'contingencies'. There was no corruption involved, the money was all spent on legitimate projects, but it meant that they had spare cash for jobs that they either couldn't get official funding for, or the application process would take too much time and trouble to bother with.
Demolishing a building that didn't exist would be exactly the sort of project that would be almost impossible to get done through official channels. Keith wondered briefly if there was anyone in the world who was allowed to just get on and do their job without having to battle an army or bureaucrats who were trying to stop them.
Keith entered the building cautiously, concerned about the structure and whether it might collapse at any moment. It was gloomy inside, and he was surprised when he heard what he thought was quiet conversation. He wondered if he should call for backup, just in case this was a drug dealers' den or a training camp for Al Qaeda or something. He briefly imagined himself receiving a medal or commendation for discovering a major terrorist camp as he entered the room ready to issue a challenge.
His jaw dropped when he saw Victoria and Emily sat drinking tea and chatting about fashion. Paul, Ben, Alan, and Dave were discussing Bond movies. Alison, Amy and Wendy were talking about school. If Keith hadn't been so surprised he might have suspected that the whole scene looked just a little bit staged.
"Hi, Dad" said Amy cheerfully and she leapt up and ran over to her father to give him a hug. "Do you want a cup of tea?"
"Um, no thanks, I just had a cup of coffee" he said. There were other greetings. Mostly "Hello, Mr Davison" as Keith kept trying to persuade them to call him Keith.
"What's going on here?" he asked.
"It's our den" said Ben.
"I'm sorry, Keith" said Victoria "If we're trespassing, but we've been using this place as a den for years. There aren't many places we can play safely like this" she said sweetly.
Keith nodded and looked round. He well remembered being their ages and he knew full well how amazing a den like this would have been for him and his friends. He was mildly jealous.
"It's going to have to be demolished" he said.
"Dad!" said Ben.
"No, please, daddy" said Amy.
"Mr Davison!" said Alison.
"Can't we talk about it?" asked Emily.
"We're not doing any harm" said Paul.
"Can I have a couple of minutes?" asked Victoria "Outside?"
Keith nodded, feeling sorry for the kids. He understood how they must feel. To have a great den like this and then lose it must be a great disappointment. He began to consider whether he could maybe just forget he ever saw it.
Victoria got up and took Keith's hand, leading him outside to the hollow. Keith was a little surprised by this gesture and the contact with Victoria's hand, her closeness to him, was a little disturbing. She was a beautiful young lady.
"I'm sorry about all this, Keith" said Victoria with a sigh. She led him to a log and sat him down. She sat close to him, their thighs in contact, and she was half turned towards him, her hands in her lap demurely. "It's all my fault."
"What do you mean?" asked Keith, feeling a little flustered by the closeness of this girl.
"I mean, I found this place ages ago and we've been playing here ever since. It's somewhere we can come, away from the other kids and parents, and it's safe. We're not roaming the streets or getting into trouble, we can do our homework, talk about school, play safely, and so on. But it was me that brought the others here, me who brought Ben and Amy here, and between us we've tried to do the place up. We keep it clean and tidy and we've tried to make it nice, look after it" she said
"I see" he said, clearing his throat slightly.
"We'd like to do more, but it's difficult. And we'd like to keep it a secret. If all the other kids find out they'll all want to come here and then there are likely to be fights and trouble, and if the adults find out - who knows what sort of weirdoes might stalk the place" she said.
Keith just nodded.
"But anyway, it's my fault, and if anyone should get into trouble it should be me" said Victoria "So if you're going to spank us, please don't hurt the others. Just spank me" said Victoria giving Keith a very sorry and very appealing look.
"Spank you?" said Keith, his surprise at the suggestion only matched by the sudden excitement that rose within him.
"That's what normally happens when we're naughty" she said, exaggerating in her own case.
"I don't think it would be proper. I mean, I'm a man, and you're a..." croaked Keith.
"I know, but it's not unusual" said Victoria.
"It's not?" he asked barely able to contain his shock.
"Only this morning Margaret spanked Emily, and Diane spanked Ben" said Victoria.
"Really?" asked Keith "But... that's different anyway. They're women, and... well Ben's only a boy..."
"There are other fathers who spank the girls, I don't mean just their own daughters, if they deserve it, I mean. It's nothing kinky" said Victoria "If the parents trust them. But, I... I trust you."
"Um... I..." began Keith. He could not really take in the full import of what Victoria was saying. He looked at her carefully. She was beautiful. Not a child, but a young woman. The thought of taking her over his lap and smacking her bottom was thrilling in ways that he thought it really ought not to be.
Victoria stood up, her head down, looking shy and sad; she began to undo her skirt.
"What... what are you... what are you doing?" asked Keith.
Victoria stopped and looked him in the eye. "Spankings are always on the bare bottom" she said, and blushed slightly "Or did you want me naked?"
"No. No, no, no, no, no, no. Sit down, Victoria. Please!" Keith said with a sense of urgency in his voice. Victoria sat.
"I'm not... it's... Without your parents... Really" he said "Just... It's okay, I don't think you've done anything wrong. There's no need for... anything."
"So can we stay then? In the den I mean?" asked Victoria.
"Oh, what the hell! Why not? I can't see it doing any harm. I ought to get the structure checked out though. If it's dangerous..." said Keith.
"Oh thank you, Keith, I knew you were cool" said Victoria and she leapt up wrapping her arms around him and kissing him on the cheek. Keith was intensely aware of her body warmth, the press of her breasts against him, and he began to grow a little hard.
"Whoa! Steady on, girl" he said.
"I was thinking" said Victoria "We could do a really great job with the place. With a bit of help."
"Help?" asked Keith trying to calm himself down.
"Well, we could really use a toilet, I mean having to go out in the woods isn't very nice, and not very safe either" said Victoria.
"And if we could have a shower" she tried hopefully, but not expecting much.
"A shower?" said Keith.
"We get a bit grubby playing in the forest sometimes, and if we've come here and it's raining it's better to get clean and dry. I know Ben's got into trouble going home filthy, and mums are always cross about that sort of thing. I just thought it would avoid upsetting them as well, especially if we had washing machine or something" she was just making it up as she went along now, seeing what she could get away with, but she expected it to be nothing.
"Washing machine?" he said.
"It makes sense really. There a lot of space under the roof which we could use, but it's really filthy up there. We don't mind cleaning it up but we'll all be as black as the ace of spaces if we do that and I know that's going to make a lot of mums really angry" said Victoria.
"My God, girl, are you trying to build a home away from home?" he asked.
"Well, wouldn't you at our age?" she asked.
Keith nodded slowly.
"And you could always check on us if you're not sure we can be trusted, and if you thought we weren't looking after the place properly, well... I'd take the blame, and... you know..." she said.
Keith grew more erect; he knew! "I'm going to have to give this some thought Victoria. What you're asking is way out there. And I'll have to speak to your parents. And..." began Keith.
"Please don't tell them about the den though, or anyone else" said Victoria.
Keith paused for thought. "Well I won't mention that" he said.
"You don't have to talk to them at all if you don't want to" said Victoria "You have my permission to discipline me if you think I need it" she added "Most of the parents spank the other kids round here, it's perfectly normal."
"I can't make any promises. We have got a work crew in the area at the moment, but we'd need to get a structural engineer in. We can't do anything until we know the building's safe" said Keith.
"Well I'll leave all the technical stuff to you then. You know what you're doing best" said Victoria "Just let us know when you're going to be doing work and we'll clear up and make sure we don't get in the way. It would probably be best if the washing machine had a tumble dryer built in." said Victoria.
"I said no promises" said Keith.
"I know" said Victoria, and she wrapped her arms around him and gave him another kiss "But I know you'll do your best. For Ben and Amy at least."
"I'd better go" said Keith getting up "I've a lot to do today." Keith hobbled off quickly without stopping to make his farewells. He was far too agitated for that. Victoria watched him as he headed back to his Land Rover. She was a little disappointed. Like Ben, Keith had something, and whatever it was, she liked it. She wondered what he'd be like in bed. What it would be like with a real man.
Victoria got up in a very good mood, and returned to the den.
Giles sat, uncomfortably and unhappily, on the patio in the garden. Helen was pouring orange juice from a plastic teapot into plastic cups, pretending it was tea. Jenny, Paula, and Susan sat staring at the incongruous Giles.
"He's been very naughty" said Helen "And he's had a really big spanking this morning. Haven't you, Giles?"
Giles just nodded reluctantly.
"I said, haven't you, Giles?" repeated Helen.
"Yes" said Giles blushing.
The girls giggled. Like Helen they were all ten years old, but unlike Helen they thought pretend tea parties with plastic cups and saucers were really stupid. They wouldn't normally be seen dead with Helen, she was such a dweeb, but their mothers made them, to ingratiate themselves with the Reverend, and the girls hated it.
Helen wasn't stupid. She knew these girls didn't like her and wouldn't visit her if they weren't compelled to, but she was so desperate for friendship that she pretended not to notice. The girls sipped their orange juice.
"I have to go to the post-office and then do some shopping" said Grace sticking her head out of the door "I shouldn't be more than a couple of hours."
"Okay, mummy" said Helen.
"If Giles misbehave, beat him!" she said fiercely.
"Yes, mummy" said Helen. Grace disappeared again. Giles blushed profusely.
The girls' brows creased and they looked at each other questioningly.
"Beat him?" said Jenny.
"If he's naughty" said Helen, giving Giles a warning look.
"Your mum lets you beat Giles if he's naughty?" asked Susan.
"He's got very naughty lately. You wouldn't believe how naughty he's got, so I have to be in charge of him, and beat him if he's naughty" explained Helen.
All three girls looked at Giles in awe. They all of them hated him with a passion, and not one of them had been spared some lie of his that had got them a spanking at home. They had always thought that Giles was seen as such an angel at home that he never got beaten.
"Have you beaten him before?" asked Paula.
"This morning" said Helen delighted that her friends were taking an interest in her at last "I had him tied naked over the kitchen table and whipped him with a switch." It was only a slight exaggeration.
"No way!" said Jenny.
"I did" said Helen.
"I don't believe you" said Paula.
"Show them Giles!" said Helen.
"What!?" said Giles.
"Show them your bum!" said Helen.
"No, Helen, that would be rude. I'm not allowed to be rude" he said.
Helen paused for thought. Giles was right, and if he told on her she might get into trouble herself.
"Alright, you shouldn't be rude" she conceded. She poured more orange juice while she considered the problem. "Let's sit on the grass, it'll be nicer" said Helen.
The girls and Giles abandoned the tea service and moved down the garden to sit on the grass. Helen began picking daisies to make a daisy chain. The other girls sprawled in the sunshine, wondering how long they'd have to stay before they could politely make their excuses.
"Giles!" shouted Helen suddenly.
"What?" said Giles suddenly looking round in a panic.
"You were looking up Susan's skirt, at her knickers!" she said sounding appalled.
"I was not!" he said, quite innocently.
"You are so rude!" said Helen "You're definitely going to get a spanking for that!"
"I wasn't!" he said.
"I think he was" said Paula quickly.
"I saw him" said Jenny.
"I'm going to cry" said Susan, looking like tears were the furthest thing from her mind.
"You're making it up" said Giles miserably.
"You'd better get those trousers and pants down, right now!" said Helen forcefully.
"No, you're just making it up" he said.
"Alright then, when mummy comes back I'll tell her, and the girls'll back me up, and I'll tell her you refused to let me spank you." said Helen.
Giles didn't hesitate for very long. The prospect of making his step-mother any more cross with him was far too terrifying to contemplate. He started to stand up.
"You'll tell mummy anyway" said Giles.
"Not if you do as you're told" said Helen. Giles started back towards the house.
"Where are you going, Giles?" asked Helen.
"Inside" he said.
"No, mummy said if you were rude in front of the girls she was going to thrash you naked again over the kitchen table and she'd insist the girls watched. So I'm going to spank you here in front of the girls" said Helen.
"Helen, please..." said Giles.
"Giles, you have to do everything I say, no matter what it is, otherwise I tell mummy when she gets back" said Helen.
Tears sprang to Giles' eyes as he realised his step-sister had him in a position where she could do pretty much whatever she wanted with him. He started to undo his trousers.
"I've changed my mind" said Helen "I want you completely naked."
"Helen! No! Please... I'll do what you say, but..." began Giles.
"Everything off"" said Helen "And no more arguments. Mummy was going to thrash you naked so I'm going to as well."
The girls watched, their eyes out on stalks, as Giles got undressed. Their faces quickly disappeared behind their hands and they giggled furiously as Giles was reduced to just his pants.
"Helen? Can I just..." Giles began.
"No! Underpanties off as well, I want you completely bare, and if you start playing with yourself Mummy's going to be really, really cross so keep your hands away from your willy" said Helen.
Giles blushed profusely and kept his head down his eyes focussed on the grass. The girls squirmed and giggled in complete disbelief. Seeing younger boys stripped for a spanking was rare but it did occur, but a boy of this age was unheard of, and Giles &150; an impossibility, they had thought.
Giles pushed his pants down and kept his hands at his sides, although he did stay bent forwards a little. His nudity was accompanied by uncontrolled laughter from the girls. His penis was still red and swollen from the scrubbing brush and from his purgings, and it was this ugly thing that the girls were staring at.
"Turn round and let them see your bottom" said Helen.
Giles was glad to turn round and hide his penis from their attention, and as he turned the girls' laughter turned to harsher sounds as they drew their breaths in through their teeth in shock at the severity of Giles beating.
"That's how naughty he's been" said Helen.
"What did he do?" asked Jenny.
"He was rude, with his willy" said Helen.
"How?" asked Paula.
"He was touching himself and being sexy" said Helen "In the way dirty disgusting boys do."
The girls didn't really know what Helen meant, but they did have vague knowledge that older boys did something with their willies called wanking, but they weren't really sure what that was.
"Was he hard?" asked Susan, trying to display great maturity and wisdom.
"He was very hard" said Helen "Which is especially disgusting. He'd better not get hard now or he'll really be in for it" said Helen.
"What's hard?" asked Paula looking confused.
"When he's got a stiffy" said Susan, showing off again.
"Oh" said Paula, suddenly understanding.
"Michael gets hard sometimes, you can see it in his trousers" said Jenny referring to her older brother "Everyone pretends they haven't noticed."
"That's because it's rude" said Helen.
Giles was extremely uncomfortable with all this talk. Having a group of ten year old girls discussing hard-ons, was causing his dick to stir in a way he found quite unwelcome, and he felt sure that Helen would use any sign of an erection as further excuse to punish him.
"You might as well just bend over" said Helen, standing up. Giles bent over, and Helen stood behind him.
"You look really sore" she said, and she began smacking him hard. Giles howled as the first slap landed on his already very painful bottom, and after half a dozen smack he was begging for Helen to stop.
"No, please, Helen, stop!" he begged.
"Just be thankful it isn't mummy because she wouldn't be using her hand" said Helen, trying to smack him even harder.
Giles cried and continued pleading, despite knowing that mercy was very unlikely to be granted.
"You're such a baby" said Helen shaking her head and sighing "You're an embarrassment."
"He is a baby!" said Jenny.
"My brother's got hair on his willy, why hasn't Giles?" asked Susan.
"Because he's a baby" said Helen "And babies don't have hairy willies."
The girls giggled stared at the miserable blubbering Giles.
"I know, let's play dress up" said Helen. The other girls squealed with delight at this suggestion and leapt to their feet.
"Come on, Giles!" said Helen, grabbing Giles by his sore penis and leading him back towards the house.
"My clothes!" said Giles still crying.
"Jenny, bring Giles' clothes will you" said Helen.
"Okay" said Jenny cheerfully.
"Can't I wear them?" asked Giles.
"Baby's don't wear clothes" said Helen, squeezing his penis painfully and tugging on it to speed him up.
The girls buzzed around Giles as he was forced to sit on Helen's chair in the middle of her bedroom. Helen had reapplied his paint make-up and had brushed his hair. Giles sat sobbing, a limpid lump of misery as the girls played with him like he was a doll.
"I'd dress him up but I don't have anything big enough for him" said Helen disappointedly.
"Aw" said Susan "That would have been fun"
"I could bring some of my sister's old clothes" said Paula "Next time we play."
"That would be great" said Helen. The girls all giggled and clapped their hands with glee at the prospect.
"What shall we do now though?" asked Jenny.
"I think he needs purging" said Helen.
"Noooo!" said Giles pitifully.
"Yes" said Helen "Because you're a dirty disgusting boy and you must be full of evil if you were staring at Susan's knickers."
"No I wasn't. I really wasn't" he said.
"Yes you were" said Susan "I saw you."
"We all did" said Jenny.
"Please Helen, I can't I'm too sore, you can't just keep doing it" begged Giles "There's nothing left."
"We'll see about that" said Helen grabbing his wrist and pulling him up out of the chair "We'll have to go to the bathroom."
Giles lay in a bath of tepid water, barely deep enough to cover half of his bottom; his swollen limp penis sat sorely in his lap. The girls all knelt on the floor leaning against the side of the bath, giggling and watching.
"Is he doing it yet?" asked Paula.
"I thought he had to have a stiffy" said Susan.
"He's deliberately being naughty" said Helen "He should have a stiffy by now."
Helen reached down picked up his penis in one of her hands to a breeze of giggles from the girls. She began pumping it, but still it remained limp.
"Is it broken?" asked Jenny.
"I'll break him in a minute" replied Helen. She grabbed his balls and massaged them gently, but this had no effect either. "Giles! You've got to get an erection!" said Helen firmly.
"I'm trying" said Giles "I just can't."
Helen let go of his penis and sat back on her haunches again. The other girls looked very disappointed.
"I thought we were going to see him with a stiffy?" said Susan, sounding rather let down.
"This calls for drastic action" said Helen, and she put her hands up under her skirt. The girls watched, wondering what she was going to do. They gasped when they saw her knickers come down to her knees. Helen stood up and slowly lifted her skirt. They gasped again when they saw her expose her fanny to Giles, and louder still when she started touching herself; sliding fingers up and down between her legs. Giles stared, transfixed, and slowly his penis began to rise.
"It's working!" shouted Susan.
Helen didn't stop. She continued rubbing herself and moaning until Giles was rock hard. Only then did she kneel down again and take hold of his erection. The girls watched mesmerised as Helen worked him up and down.
"What were you doing?" asked Jenny.
"Rubbing myself" said Helen "It feels really nice."
The girls giggled again. "I'm going to have a go!" said Susan suddenly and she leapt to her feet and pulled her own kickers down. She lifted her dress up high and put a hand between her legs. Giles watched Susan closely as her pussy came into view and he moaned slightly at her hairless slit. The other girls, including Helen, switched their attention quickly between what Susan was doing and Giles' reaction to it. Helen speeded up her ministrations.
Susan rubbed herself, biting her lower lip and looking concentrated. "It does feel really nice" she said. Partly to be helpful, and partly for her own pleasure, Helen lifted her spare hand to Susan's bottom and stroked it. "Ooooh!" said Susan "That's nice too!"
Suddenly Giles grunted, and a small amount of sperm shot from his penis. It was only the smallest amount, but the girls all shouted "Eeewww!" at the same time. Giles collapsed back into the bathwater, and his penis shrivelled before their eyes.
"I knew you had some evil in you" said Helen.
"Is that it?" asked Susan.
"For now" said Helen "Until he gets evil again."
Susan stopped rubbing herself and bent quickly to the floor. She pulled up her knickers and knelt down again "That was fun" she said. The other girls nodded. Neither Jenny nor Paula had had the courage to do what Susan had done, but they had both wanted to try.
"Now we have to get him properly clean again" said Helen reaching for the scrubbing brush.
Continued in Chapter Fifty Five