NAUGHTY LITTLE GIRLS OF THE TRAINING HOSTEL

BY DER

Day 2

The new day started out hot. It was still July. Because this was
a Sunday, there were no classes and the girls were given the
entire morning as personal time. The wake up and morning prep
before breakfast, however, remained the same as other days.

The dorm rooms at Connor Hostel were organized in two sets of
five rooms. Each set was located on a side of a single long
hallway. This hallway being the top, or fourth, floor of one of
the main building. Each of the rooms contained space for up to
ten girls. This gave a total capacity of one hundred. Currently
the Hostel was only at half capacity. Madam Hinshar's strict
selection process held attendance back. This still provided for
an adequate selection and variety for my personal needs.
Applications from parents were increasing, however, and this
meant that close to full attendance was expected within the year.
Madam always wanted a few empty slots for that unusually
delightfully charmer that would apply.

The arrangement of the rooms had five single bunks on each side.
The headboards were against the walls. Adjacent to each bunk, and
against the wall, was a closet for personal use. A small
chest-of-draws was placed inside. Adjacent to this closet was a
standard wooden study desk. A short stool, lamp, and trashcan
were also provided. One entered each room from the hallway
through a doorless opening and saw each set of five bunks on the
left and right. At the far end was the bare entrance to the
room's common bath area. This facility was fully tiled on the
floor and walls. On the bath area walls opposite to the sleeping
area were five sinks side by side and recessed in a common
counter top. The entire wall above the counter was covered with a
four-foot high mirror. At each of the two walls adjacent to the
sinks were three exposed toilets. The bath's back wall contained
five open showerheads. A coiled water hose was also located here
for wash-downs. Near the ceiling, and above the showers were a
set of five small windows. These were the only opening to the
outside, save for the windows at each end of the common hallway.

As one might expect at Connor Hostel one additional item was
located in the center of the bath area. A heavy teakwood whipping
horse. One end was higher and wider than the other was. This high
end was rounded and curved to better fit and retain a small
girl's hips. A collection of black leather straps, switches, and
small paddles hung from the center beam. A pair of leather cuffs
was in place at the base of the legs at the raised end. These
were for holding a girl's legs in place and well spread.
Additional cuffs were attached to the other end with adjustable
length cords. These would hold a girl's arms taught as she was
bent over the raised end.

The teak whipping horses were simple but most effective
disciplinary devices. Their locations, one was in place in each
of the ten bath areas, made it even more so. The open tiled bath
amplified not only the sounds of a corrective implement as it
landed on the tender naked skin of a naughty girl, but her
reactive squeals and pleas as well. Without any doors on the bath
or dorm room entrances, the sound would travel freely to all
areas of the floor. This created a form of public discipline. It
never took long for the word to get around as to whose cries were
being heard. A few particularly troublesome girls' voices were
even commonly recognized as frequent "riders" of the horse.

The Connor Hostel had a rather sizable manual on
"Rules-of-Conduct". Far too many to list here. However, a few
governing the dorm rooms and baths should be listed for basic
understanding:

• No girl shall enter the bath area for any reason without first
striping completely naked and placing all clothing within her
closet.

• No girl shall use a towel for any reason other reason than
drying oneself off. Towels shall always be carried, neatly
folded, in the hands.

• All rooms shall be ready for inspection from breakfast-call
until Noon. No articles shall be placed on bunks nor shall any
girl sit or lay on any bunk during this time.

• All room facilities are free for use after twelve Noon on all
days. Quite hours shall be between eight and lights out at ten PM
on class nights. Lights out shall be eleven PM on Fridays and
Saturdays.

On this particular Sunday morning I accompanied Madam Hinshar for
the seven AM wakeup, it was at six AM on all other days. Each
room had a matron permanently assigned to that room. They were
referred to and addressed as "Room Mother" by the girls within.
At Madam's command each matron entered her room, turned on the
lights and blew a loud whistle, one that you might hear at a
sporting event. At this sound all girls were to rise and stand at
attention at the foot of their bunks. At Connor Hostel attention
meant standing straight, legs together, arms down by your side
and head and eyes straight ahead. No moving or talking was
permitted. This provided quite a nice little spectacle, for each
girl wore only a nightshirt. These were made from the standard
thin white cotton jersey and were cut sleeveless with a deep
V-neck. What made my cock spring to attention was that each
girl's nightshirt extended down only to a length well short of
her waistline. With no panties worn, each girl stood naked from
just above their waist to their bare feet.

Keep in mind that shaving was a morning ritual. This presented
row after row of smooth, pink, and hairless cunties for my visual
enjoyment. Not to speak of their soft round little hinnys.
Madam's idea of having me present at wakeup call was a most
delightful way to start any day. To take full advantage of the
opportunity she decided to make a walk through inspection of a
number of rooms. The girls were made to remain at attention until
we had exited their particular room. Room assignments were
generally segregated, in order, by age. With attendance at
approximately 50, each room was about half full; therefore, all
were in use. We started with the youngest girls, the
ten-year-olds. This was a room on the left at one end of the
hallway. On entrance, I allowed my eyes to enjoy the feast. Six
charming girls were present. I quickly noticed that one nice
looking redhead stood completely naked, without any nightshirt.
It was explained to me that the night befor e she had received an
adjustment in attitude. This had been in the form of a short ride
on that teak horse in the bath area. Her small bottom still
showed the signs of a nice strapping and, according to
regulations, had been sent to bed naked.

Generally, the inspection went normally. It was noticed, however,
that on my entrance some of the girls seemed to be taken a little
aback. I am sure that by now word of my presence was well known
by all, but this inspection still represented the first time most
of the girls were forced to "show themselves off" in my presence.
A quick word by Madam or a Room Mother had any deviation from
proper conduct quickly amended. This meant remaining at
attention, nearly naked, while I took my time viewing each one
carefully.

All went accordingly, that is, until we entered the fourth and
last room to be inspected. This location was assigned to an older
group of eleven-year-olds. One girl, a Miss Sharon Thomson, had
been at Conner Hostel less than a week, and this was her first
walk through inspection. Her parents had placed her here because
of her insistent and increasingly arrogant attitude.
Unfortunately, for Sharon, she was new to any form of training
hostel, having been previously tutored only at home. She now
found herself in one of the strictest environments of all and
quickly got herself into real trouble.

Sharon had been issued a particularly skimpy and short version of
the standard white cotton nightshirt. It would seem that the
"Room Mother" had wanted her to feel exceptionally naked during
wakeup calls. It worked, for on our entrance she quickly reacted
to my presence. From her regulation stance of attention both
hands flashed forward, to cover the small hairless slit of her
sex. In the same motion her left knee, the one closest to me,
came up and crossed over her right as she bent slightly forward.
If this was not enough, she also made the additional error of
speaking up.

"Oh Madam, Please. You can't let a man come in here! I haven't
even got on any undie panties. I'm almost naked! NO!!"

At same time she spoke, she started to back away from the foot of
her bunk and towards the front of her closet. This last action
was an obvious attempt to hide her tiny bare hinny. The Room
Mother, Miss Fisher, and Madam looked at each other, Madam
smiled. Miss Fisher spoke first.

"Please, Madam…I'll see to it that she comes over here!"

She walked quickly over to Sharon and spoke in a deep cruel
voice, "Remove that night shirt and I mean NOW!"

"Noooo, not with a man here. I'll be all naked...I can't!"

Miss Fisher had had it. She quickly grabbed the girl's shirt and
pulled up with one hand as her other griped the girls left wrist.
In a flash, it was off. Before the girl knew what had happened,
both upper arms were behind her and she was being pushed forward.
She now stood in front of both Madam and me.

"Oh Please, not naked, not in front of a man. Nooo. It's not
fair...I'll tell Mommy. Somebody, please somebody help!"

As arrogant as she was, her pleas were mixed with sobs as she
started to cry. It was quite clear that this was the first time,
in the girl's short memory that she had been made to expose
herself in this way. What transpired next would teach this little
girl that stripping naked in front of me was a simple matter and
no problem at all. Madam spoke directly to Sharon.

"You just listen up 'Little Miss Priss'! Your Mother was the one
who sent you here! She and I had a nice long talk about your
training and we are in complete agreement. You'll get no help
from her or any one else. In fact, the way you have just acted I
should take you to my special room behind my office and introduce
you to some real discipline. However, we are getting many new
girls at this time and I want to set a more public example. I've
decided you are going to go for a little ride on the horse and if
I were you, I'd feel lucky. This is going to be only a sample of
what you should be getting."

Madam looked over to me and then Miss Fisher, "Mount this girl on
the horse, leave her arms a little loose. I want her to have room
to "gallop". Mr. Fenner, will you do the honor of applying the
strap oil?"

"Yes Mam, and...", as I answered, I looked down towards the front
of my robe. Madam Hinshar understood completely from her quick
response.

"Oh Yes, Oh Yes! Just as soon as Miss Fisher is finished giving
her a nice ride." "Please, this isn't right! I haven't done
anything. You can't, you just can't!" Sharon continued to cry as
Miss Fisher placed her on the teak horse and locked the cuffs in
place. The wrists were free enough for her to raise her shoulders
about half a foot off the central bar of the horse. Her feet,
however, were locked tightly in place in the normal well spread
position. She was quite a sight. Sharon was of a size that was
normal for the Hostel, petite, with particularly slender legs.
Being only eleven, she was naturally all but hairless between the
legs (even that trace had been shaven off). She also had
strawberry shaped titty buds that were mostly nipple. Away from
home for the first time she was about to grow up and learn about
the real world, the world at Connor Hostel.

Madam picked her girls well. Sharon's bottom was indeed small,
but stood out well for its size. It was also quite tight and firm
with the cheeks parted wide along the crease. I worked the oil in
well and moved to the tight little slit. Using several fingers, I
wormed my way in to the inner lips and spread her open. I probed
the orifice with my middle finger to better gage what my hard
cock was going to face; a tight fit indeed. Sharon wasn't quiet
during my probing, but I gave her little time to complain before
her ride began.

"No...No...No...No...YOU CAN'T! Not there...NOT BETWEEN MY LEGS!"

As I got up, I looked through the opening to the sleeping room
beyond and the girls still standing at attention. They all had
their mouths open, with a shocked look on their faces. Never had
I seen so many vulnerable, practically naked, little girls at one
time. Miss Fisher was given the right to apply the discipline and
selected an inch wide, long, black leather strap. She stepped
back, judged the distance, and swung.

"THWACK!!"

The Connor Hostel is no playground. Miss Fisher took no account
that Sharon was eleven years old and possessed of only a tiny,
exquisitely smooth and tender, little bottom. The stroke had
landed with such ferocity that even I was taken back a little.
One could easily hear the leather whistle through the air on it
way to the target, and the following sound of the strap landing
on the Sharon's tender naked skin. It echoed like a shot through
the tiled bath area and beyond. Her head jerked up with her
shoulders as far as the restraints would allow. Never in her life
had she felt anything remotely like it. At first, she couldn't
say a thing and then let out a shrill pitiful squeal.

"Aiiiiiiiiiii...Hia...Hia...Hia. Oh, Lordie it hurts! PLEASE."

I know every girl in the dorm could here her cry. The count had
been set for twelve with several to be applied well up and in at
the base of the tiny little bottom. It was being prepared for my
visit! I started by positioning myself directly behind the little
girl to obtain the best possible view of her naked wiggling
hinny. With my robe hung on a clothing hook, I stood, also naked,
and slowly worked my rigid cock to better enjoy the show.
Sharon's lesson continued.

"Thwack!"

"Aiiiiiiiiiii...Hia...Hia...Noooooo!! Oh Please Stop...Please
Stop!!!

"CRACK!!!" A particularly nasty stroke landed, with a back hand,
up under Sharon's right cheek.

"OHOoooo...Oh...Oh...Oh! NOT THERE...Not There!! You Can't!
PLEASE Not there!!"

Sharon tried her best to perform a "two-step" prance. The tight
ankle cuffs simply would not permit it. This resulted in all her
efforts being focused on her tiny little wiggling hinny. To see
such a tender little eleven-year old girl exhibit herself in this
manner had my cock throbbing once again. The teak horse was a
perfect tool for the job. The height of the raised end had been
sized for girls of Sharon's age. With her standing and facing
this end, her ankles were first spread a little until they met
the cuffs. These were attached to cords that ran through holes
drilled about two inches off the floor at the base of the two
wooden legs. After attaching the cuffs to her ankles, these cords
were drawn through the holes until they met wood or the poor
girl's legs would spread no more. In Sharon's case, these two
options were about the same. From there she was bent forward
where wrist cuffs were attached. Cords on these cuffs passed
through holes on the far e nd of the center beam. Miss Fisher had
backed off the cords a little per Madam Hinshar's request.

The shape of the teak horse also added considerably to a girl's
exposure. The far end was about ten inches lower than the rounded
end that supported the hips. This meant that a girl's head would
normally be lower that her hips. Thus, she would offer up more
than her sassy little hinny, a pink hairless little slit would be
positioned like the center of a target. The skin on each side of
her cuntie would be stretched taught, opening the small plump
outer lips to show the bright pink inter regions. This was not
all. The rounded end that held the hips was not attached directly
to the "A" shaped legs. It was cantilevered out horizontally
about a foot from this upper attachment point of the horse legs.
This exposed a girl's inner thighs all the more. Not only was
this position perfect for a good strapping, but also for my
"doggie style" fuck that would follow. I now lubed my cock with
jelly in anticipation of the last stroke that Miss Fisher now
brought a little closer.

"CRACK!" The strap landed across the center of Sharon's left
cheek while the tip curled inward and landed right in the center
of her bottom crease.

"Aiiiiiiiiiii...Hia...Hia! PLEASE STOP!! OH PLEASE...NO MORE!!!"

Sharon no longer showed any trace of her earlier arrogant
attitude. It went to show what a good strapping could do to
naughty little naked girl. At last, it came to an end as Madam
Hinshar spoke.

"Mr. Fenner, get ready. I want you to start the instant this last
one lands."

Miss Fisher looked over to me as she spoke, "Perhaps she will
feel you a little more if I finish like this."

She moved behind Sharon's bottom and brought the strap upward
with a medium stroke. The last few inches landed directly on the
small hairless slit. The wind was knocked out of the little girl.
Her head jerked upward hard and stayed there as every muscle went
taught. A few seconds latter, her scream echoed through the room.

"OH000oooooo!!!"

It was now my turn. Even before I heard that last cry, I was
positioning my cock. Practice helps, because Sharon was now
wiggling as much as the restraints would permit. However, in
seconds, my cock was in contact with the soft little target, but
before I could even make a move, one of her backward jerks had
her cuntie impaled. I was somewhat surprised at how quickly it
had gone in; and taking no chances, I quickly thrust forward. I
couldn't believe the sensations that followed. As was usually the
case when any girl felt my penetration, her body went rigid.
Though not completely motionless this time however, for her naked
skin had not forgotten the leather. She couldn't stay perfectly
still and started to rapidly shake all over. This created one of
the most delicious little dances on the end of my cock that I
could ever have hoped for. Sharon was proving to be far more
delightful a fuck than I had anticipated. As I had expected from
the size her cuntie slit, the grip was breathtaking. Still, with
help from the lubrication, I was able to easily thrust in and
out.

I had to keep in mind that this was a standard discipline fuck
(no cumming); and there were other obvious limitations. My cock
hit home with still much of its length left. This was somewhat of
a disappointment, as one of the most desirable aspects of a
doggie style fuck was the contact with a girl's soft round hinny.
I was forced instead to reach down with my two hands and manually
knead the two well- strapped cheeks. Never the less I fucked the
naughty little girl with authority using good firm thrusts. She
did not remain silent either. I am sure all the room beyond knew
what was happening.

"OH...Oh...Ohooo...NO...Nooo. Please take it out! You Can't...You
Can't, it's not right!! NOooo...OH..hooo...hoo...ho!!!

I just couldn't remain silent to such a plaintive little plea.
"Oh but I can, and there's nothing you can do now to stop it. SO
THERE!" I punctuated the ending with a particularly firm thrust.
"Perhaps you would prefer Miss Fisher to apply the nice strap a
little more instead! Well?" I answered the question myself and
withdrew my cock. Anyhow I was having trouble holding back my
cum. "Miss Fisher would you apply the strap directly to my
target. I think two or three would do just fine, and then I will
continue a while longer." A sense of teamwork set in as she took
aim.

"THWACK!!"

"AHAAAaaa...HA...HAaaaiiii...Haaaiiii!!! Oh Please Noooo!
PLEASE!!

My cock jumped at the loudness of the strap landing directly on
the pink hairless little slit, now well-dilated open. It even had
a wettest after sound. Two more good firm ones followed before I
continued the little girl's fucking. I could even feel the
swollen puppy fat as I began once again to insert my cock into
the small tight cuntie. What a way for a naughty eleven year old
to start at Connor Hostel. Miss Fisher was now massaging her
lower abdomen, through her dress, as Madam Hinshar stood erect,
feet spread, and arms crossed in front.

Again, following instructions, I commenced to ream Sharon out
with firm full thrust. This time however I reached under her tiny
little bottom and ran my fingertips along the red swollen outer
lips. They were hot even to my touch and stretched taught from
the insertion of my way oversized cock. Her whole body began to
shake and quiver all over. Finally, I pushed my cock as far as it
would go and held it in place with a constant pressure. I always
loved to hold still and let the naughty little girl wiggle on the
end of my prick. There are few sensations like it. At last,
however, all good things come to an end. I had to withdraw or run
the risk of loosing my load in that small squirmy tight hole.

After I washed off in one of the sinks, Miss Fisher stood Sharon
up and returned her to the front of her bunk. As Madam Hinshar
walked out of the dorm room, she turned to Miss Fisher and gave
an order that had all the girls' knees fretting. "You will see to
it that Miss Thomson sleeps bare-naked for the remainder of this
week. In addition, she is not to wear any undie panties today. I
want her to set an example for all the new girls to see. This
last point is to be driven home well, so see to it that she has a
particularly short sundress on. Perhaps she will learn a little
humility from the experience."

This would be a good time to let all understand the dress code at
Connor Hostel. Even if I were not to administer a single
disciplinary fuck the entire day, this code would assure me a
severe case of "blue balls" by bedtime. I give Madam Hinshar five
stars on this point, for it set the mood and character for a
strictly run training hostel. The most important key in
understanding this code is to realize that Madam first segregated
the girls into three age brackets. (One must not forget that
enrollment at her hostel was limited to girls from age ten to
fourteen, inclusive.) These three brackets were girls of age: 1)
Ten 2) Eleven & Twelve 3) Thirteen & Fourteen. There were also
some small differences between ages in brackets 2 and 3.

First, a few general rules that applied to all girls. No bras at
all were to be worn. This was a most delightful touch, for some
of the older girls would qualify, due to their titty size. They
were simply given no choice and their titties bounced bare under
any shirt they would wear. During school days Monday through
Saturday, they wore white shirts and very short plaid pleated
skirts. On their feet were worn open toe black patent-leather
sandals over white knee-high socks. On Sundays white lace
one-piece sundresses were worn. There were of course many other
articles of clothing for special occasions. These would include
gym wear, formal wear, cold weather wear, and more standard wear
for use away from school, etc. What makes Conner Hostel stand out
were the differences and details.

I will start with bracket 1, the ten-year-old girls. They wore
the standard white cotton sleeveless shirts, which were buttoned
up the front with high closed "Buster-Brown" collars. A white
silk ribbon was placed under the collar and tied into a bow. The
free ends of the ribbon hung down about six inches on the center
front of their shirts. Their skirts were made from yellow and
green plaid cotton. They were also very, very short. For girls in
this age bracket the hemline had to be at least two inches above
their little crotches. Close attention was paid to all skirt
hemlines at this hostel. Matrons would on occasions stop a girl
and place a stick horizontally between their legs and bring it up
tight against the crotch of their panties. Girls were required to
keep both feet flat on the floor, while standing straight,
whenever a test of this type was performed. From there the
distance to the hemline from the stick could be judged. It was
easy for a matron to lift the stick upward with a firm hand and
remove any margin of error. Woe is it for any girl to be caught
with a skirt too long. It could mean anything from a quick
application of the ruler to a trip to Madam Hinshar's special
room behind her office. This usually meant that all girls of any
age adjusted their waistbands to keep their hems shorter than was
required. They could wear them as short as they wished with no
problem.

Under these yellow and green plaid skirts was worn a pair of
panties that were made from one thickness of the standard white
cotton jersey. For this youngest group, panties consisted only of
an inch-and-a-half wide strip of material, with no elastic along
the edge, which at most was some six to eight inches long. To
hold these scanty little articles in place was a quarter inch
wide band of bare white elastic spandex. However, the elastic was
stitched to the jersey and helped somewhat to better keep the
material in place. In addition, their knee-high socks had a
single white silk ribbon vertically interwoven along the outside
surface of each leg.

The eleven and twelve year old girls in bracket 2 also wore the
same type of white sleeveless shirts. However, the silk ribbon
around the collar, worn as before, was bright pink. The main
distinguishing characteristic of this age bracket was that their
plaid skirts were red and green. In addition, the hemline was
permitted to be lower but not to extend below the crotch of their
panties. In practice this meant that all the girls, in this age
group, saw to it that at least a little of their panties would
show. A matron placing a ruler between a girls' legs best not be
able to touch the front and back hem at the same time.

Their panties were like the ten-year-olds except that the cotton
strip now had a backside to cover at least part of their hinnies.
The width of this backside, at the waist ban, was about four
inches for eleven year olds and close to six inches for girls
twelve. As before, the length of these panties was still only six
to eight inches, from center front to back, and the crotch no
more than an inch-and-a-half wide. The ribbon woven into their
knee socks was, like that around their collar, bright pink.

The oldest girls in bracket 3 had plaid skirts made of blue and
green cotton. Their hemlines were permitted to cover their
bottoms completely (while standing straight at least), but were
not permitted to extend more than one inch below their still
young crotches. A very close eye was keep to see that they did
not exceed this limit. Their scanty little panties were exactly
like those of the twelve-year-olds except the material here was
gossamer thin white nylon. It should be noted that the crotch was
extended to two inches in width for the fourteen-year-olds.
Thirteen- year-old girls wore bright red ribbons at the collar
and socks, and girls fourteen had bright blue ribbons to set them
off from the others.

Any girl found to be a consistent rule breaker, or one that had
committed a severe enough discretion, could be put on
disciplinary probation (after a suitable correction was applied
of course). There were three levels of probation with level three
the worst. Each probation level lasted for a week and one had to
"work" they way down from the higher levels. At the end of a
given week a girl would receive a strapping, usually in
discipline room "2A", before being removed from probation or
going down to the next level. It was quite easy to spot a girl on
probation. Instead of their usually skirt, one made of very open
white lace was worn. For level one, the skirt was sized as normal
and regular panties were permitted. At level two, the skirt hem
was shortened to expose the entire lower half of their hinnies
(no matter what their age). In addition, these abbreviated skirts
were split up the sides of both hips with a one-inch wide gap.
This formed a sort of "loin cl oth" look as the gap started out
one inch wide at the waist ban, but would always be much wider at
the hem. Regular panties were still permitted.

The poor little girls who made level three wore these same short
split skirts, but with out any undie panties at all. They were
forced to walk around all week, practically naked from the waist
down, for all to see. At the end of their week a trip to room
"3A", for most likely a through switching and not a strapping,
was the rule. In addition, level three could be an extended
sojourn of any number of weeks past the normal one. This of
course came with a forced dancing lesson, in tune with a switch
or worst, at the end of each one of these weeks. A girl on any
level of probation had her conduct reviewed daily at bedtime by
the Room Mother. The review was carried out with the girl
standing bare-naked and a ruler ready above a raised palm. Many a
night a girl on probation went to bed with a red, sore hand.
That's not to speak of equally red eyes, from crying, and doing a
short tiptoe prance while all her roommates watched.

Today, as on all Sundays, the resident girls wore one-piece
sundresses made of an open white lace. The lace was not quite as
open as were the skimpy probation skirts, but like the skirts
still had no lining. One could easily see through the gaps in the
material to what lay beneath. Moreover, what lay beneath was
little or nothing. All the panties were cut as before for each
age girl except that ten-year-olds were permitted none at all.
The material for Sunday panties was made from a near totally
shear white silk (the fourteen year olds' panties were a light
pink which would stand out clearly through the open white lace).
Like the day-to-day skirts, the sundress hem length was at issue.
The ten-year-olds wore their hems equal to the base of their
small little hinnies. All other girls were permitted hems that
extended down about two inches lower. A two-inch wide elasticized
"waist" ban was positioned about the lower rib cage. For girls
eleven and twelve pink si lk ribbon was woven around the hems and
a small pink bow was worn at the collar. Girls thirteen and
fourteen had red ribbon instead. Thin all white short socks and
white patent leather shoes were for every one.

There was one other difference. The older girls in bracket 3 had
the upper sides of their sundresses open from the armpits to the
waistband. This delightfully exposed their young little titties
when viewed from the side. All dresses were sleeveless with high
collars. Should a girl be on disciplinary probation the sundress
was modified, from the waistband down, to match that of their
day-to-day disciplinary wears. This applied to any panties being
worn, or not worn, as well. Lunch on Sundays was a special
occasion. When the weather was good, it was held outdoors
somewhat like a picnic. The Hostel was located out in the country
several miles away from the nearest town. In fact, the main gate
was approximately a quarter mile from the complex of buildings,
with the outer perimeter fence enclosing several hundred acres of
land. This gave the place a feeling, or mood, of total isolation.
The Hostel had started out, many years ago, as the private estate
of a very wealthy and eccentric family. A remaining endowment
from that family supplied most of the funds that ran the Hostel.
Tuition paid the rest.

The outdoor lunch was held on the large grass covered lawn, some
four acres in size, located at the back of the Hostel and
adjacent to the cafeteria. On this sunny and warm summer day, the
grass was a beautiful lush green and was cared for as if it were
a perfectly manicured golf course. A number of mature and stately
oak trees were growing here and there across the area giving it
the look of a Victorian pastoral setting. Several sets of swings
and metal slides, along with a large complex of climbing bars,
were located off to one side of the area. This small playground
complex was under-covered in deep white sand.

Behind the playground area was a fenced in swimming pool complex.
Adjacent to the pool, and within its fence, was a quarter acre of
deep white sand used for sun bathing and the like. Numerous
wooden lounge chairs were scattered around the pool and sandlot.
Just outside the entrance gate to the pool was a small covered
area of several benches and open-wire basket lockers. This last
area was for the girls to disrobe completely and pick up their
pool panties and towels before entering. As at the beach, the
girls were not permitted to ware standard bathing suits,  but
wore a special pair of scanty little white panties instead. I
know it may be hard to believe that these special panties could
be any skimpier than the ones worn yesterday at the beach, but
they were. They were also noticeable more shear, making them the
most quintessential "little nothings" I could possible imagine.
The young ten-year-olds were not permitted even these scanty
panties; they went bare- na ked. Madam felt that if they wore
nothing under their short sundresses, then they should be naked
in the pool area.

These Sunday afternoons were also special occasions for another
good reason. The standard regiment of discipline was greatly
reduced during this time. The girls were free to act and play
pretty much as they pleased. However severe misconduct would
still be interrupted on the spot, but rarely did even that result
in a whipping. A strong verbal warning was the norm, but not
always. The girls clearly understood this change and it provided
a needed relief, even for Madam. We just enjoyed the visual
spectacle of all these charming little girls dressed as they were
in their deliciously revealing outfits. The pool area added an
additional bonus. All matrons were of course free to swim as
well, and some did. They wore only small Lycra G-strings without
any tops.

Madam Hinshar informed me that I was also free to use this pool.
In keeping with the mood, I wore only thin silk boxer shorts with
nothing under them. Remembering what Madam had said yesterday at
the beach, I also decided to take the time before lunch to shave
my dick and balls completely bare. I wanted to feel as naked
under the shorts as the little girls were in fact.

After eating lunch, I joined Madam for a relaxing walk around the
area before reclining in chairs under one of the larger trees.
Some of the girls had set up an area for Croquet adjacent to us,
and we watched them at play for about twenty minutes. It was a
delightful game for them to play while clad in their short white-
lace sundresses. They went about playing without any regard to my
probing eyes. I was having more and more trouble keeping my cock
down as the time passed. It again seemed that Madam wanted me to
have a continual case of "blue balls".

We were taken by surprise when loud screaming came from the area
by the swings. Both Madam and I jumped to our feet at the sound.
At the same time, all eyes turned toward that direction and
talking stopped. Madam however, quickly spoke, "After all the
trouble I go to on Sundays to let them have a good time, this is
what I get! Let's go over there now."

One of the matrons had two girls standing together when we
arrived. One was a twelve-year-old by the name of Nancy Manly and
the other Susie Kimberly. It was easy to tell that Susie was a
fourteen year old Senior; her scanty pink panties were clearly
visible through the open lace of her sun dress. Madam Hinshar
wasted no time in bringing things under her control. She looked
at both girls with her all too familiar ice-cold stare.

"I do not know what has happened here, and at this moment, I
don't care. We all go to a lot of trouble to let you girls have a
nice afternoon and look at what you do! I'm not going to ruin it
for the rest of the students; so you just listen to what I have
to say. Whatever caused this, it's over!! Do you two hear me? DO
YOU??"

Susie responded with hesitation, "Yes Madam."

"Don't think this matter is closed, because it isn't. You two are
free to go for now, but at five o'clock you'll both report to my
office while the others are at dinner. I'll get to the bottom of
this matter then. If I here any more trouble from you two before
that, you'll be taken there immediately. Do you both understand
me!?"

Nancy spoke next, "Ohoo...yes Mam, but..."

"QUITE! I don't want to hear another word about this until five
o'clock. You two get going and you'd best behave yourselves."

Madam Hinshar and I walked back over to the tree that we had just
left. She spoke has we approached, "I could tell from the matron,
a Miss McKinley, that she knows what happened between those two
girls. I'll have her report before I question them a five
o'clock. This way I'll catch any attempt to lie their way out of
this little matter. This leads to another matter I've been
meaning to talk to you about. You did notice the various
disciplinary devices in your room?"

"Yes...and I'm quite surprised. It looks like a smaller version
of one of those rooms in the basement. Let's see...there is a
wooden pillory, a leather cover whipping horse, a long bar along
one wall, and, well, several other devices. Oh yes, and a cabinet
full of implements. A most complete setup."

"It's not by chance! I know I keep you in a constant state of,
shall we say, excitement. Having to administer any number of
discipline fucks throughout the day, with no relief at the end of
these short fuckings, you must build up quite a desire. This
price you pay will not go unrewarded."

"OK", I interjected a comment as I also noticed a small smile
appear on Madam's lips. We relaxed in our chairs as she
continued.

"Tonight is a good example. I feel certain that the
fourteen-year-old girl, Miss Susie Kimberly, is at fault here.
She's been at Connor Hostel for several years now and has visited
many, if not all, of the discipline rooms at one time or another.
I do not take fighting between girls lightly. It is a most
serious offense. One that on any other day would result in an
immediate trip to the basement rooms, or the like."

"From what I have seen so far, that is what I would have
thought."

"Well Sundays are special. I must let up on a regular bases, the
girls can only take the regiment but for so long without a break.
However, this case is too serious, far too serious, a matter. She
and I do believe it will be her, is going to pay dearly for her
act. Unfortunately, the discipline I have in mind will not permit
you to apply a disciplinary fucking, or any kind of fucking, at
its conclusion. I do want you there however, and as naked as the
girl and I well be. Therefore, on a routine basis, you may select
a girl of your choosing and take her to your room that night.
Feel free to apply any form of spanking that strikes your fancy,
and of course fuck the little priss as long, and as hard, and as
often as you care to. Be creative. She will be yours until
wake-up call the next morning. The equipment is there for this
use. If you require any assistance, just ask for one of the
matrons. Any one of them will be glad to assist, or even stay for
a while, if you like. Just remember the rules. Draw no blood and
make no strikes above the neck or on their arms. The girls must
not be scarred anywhere. There is no need; besides a trained
disciplinarian has no reason for such acts. Tonight will be your
first opportunity, so let me know who you would like."

Before the afternoon was over, I enjoyed a leisurely swim in the
pool. The display of young girls clad only in their scanty little
wet panties was breathtaking, and I made my choice.

I was just getting comfortable in a soft chair located in the
main office of the Hostel, when the inside door to Madam Hinshar
office opened. The matron that had stopped the fight between the
two girls came out and looked briefly towards me as she exited.
By now, Madam knew the true story of what had transpired and the
girls' stories had better match.

It was close to five, as well as a Sunday, and Madam had let the
staff go. Normally the outer office had a receptionist at her
desk, and behind her would be several other matrons taking care
of various other Hostel businesses. A sidewall had a door leading
to the infirmary. Along the back wall were offices of the chief
grounds keeper, Assistant Head Mistress, and, of course, Madam
Hinshar's private office.

Just as the clock on the wall reached five o'clock, the outer
door opened and the two girls entered. Being late was not an
option, I'm sure. After I informed Madam of their arrival, she
ordered the two into her office. I entered as well and took a
chair by her desk. She quickly got down to business.

"You two remove your dresses and place them on the stand by the
door. Be quick about it and get back over here in front of my
desk and at attention."

There was no hesitation on the girl's part and both soon stood
clad only in short socks, sandals, and scanty little panties.
Fear was the overriding emotion now controlling both girls, but
Susie, the fourteen year old, still got off a quick glance
towards me. It was noticed. In addition, as she now stood in
front of Madam, Susie let her shoulders and arms draw forwards as
well as down. It was an obvious attempt to somewhat hide both of
her luscious, young, and still growing titties.

"Miss Kimberly, you seem to have forgotten where you are young
lady! I know Mr. Fenner will be glad to remind you. Go stand
directly in front of him, NOW!"

She was clearly not enjoying this experience, but she obeyed
none-the-less.

"Now Miss Kimberly you'll pull your little pair of pink panties
down to mid thigh. You're going to give him a nice close up look
at everything. Open those legs! I want the waist ban of your
panties stretched taught...and get those hands behind you neck;
elbows well out to the side! Stand up straight; you're at
attention young lady!!"

"Mr. Fenner, would you be so kind as to give the Miss an
inspection to see if she has a proper shave between her legs. She
seems to be a little averse to your presence. Maybe this will
help cure her of this habit."

As she assumed the position, I reached out with my left hand and
brought it up between her legs. Susie began to tremble and shake
all over as I made contact with her smooth naked cunt. She also
let out a gasping "Ohoooo" as her body went taught at this touch.
This was becoming standard fair for me at the Hostel, and I
savored every moment of it. I loved the way all the girls reacted
as I fingered, probed, and fondled every square inch of their
young hairless slits. Just at the top of her cuntie I noticed a
small area that had a roughness of stubble. I could tell she knew
of my discovery, because she started to whimper more loudly.

At this point I leaned back and took in the total view. Susie had
a beautiful set of pear shaped titties. Quite large ones, for a
girl only fourteen. The tips stuck out a good two or three inches
away from her chest. The nipples were also of my favorite shape;
small pink rounded cones that had a wonderful upward point. The
cool air drew out tiny bright pink buds that protruded from the
tip of each nipple. Her hips had begun to take on the classic
shape of a woman, but were still quite narrow. She had beautiful
long straight brunette hair that ended just above her waist in
the back. Straight long bangs capped the top of tearful brown
eyes. Her rounded face also had a small nose and mouth. She was
quite a delightful little doll.

"Madam, it would seem that she has a small amount of stubble at
the top of her....well...her slit."

"As I might have expected. At this point it is a small matter,
but will be dealt with shortly. The more important thing is
getting to the bottom of this altercation between these two
girls."

Madam removed a heavy oak ruler from her desk, got up, and walked
over to Susie as she stood in front of me.

"Turn towards me. Now give me your left hand...no, you keep that
right one behind your neck. Let's see that left hand!"

Madam grabbed Susie's fingers and bent them downward. This
stretched the skin of her palm tight. The ruler hovered above
this target.

"Did you start this altercation?...Well!!...Did you!!?"

"Oh no Madam, Nancy was being a hog with that swing. She was
going to keep it all day. I mean even if she got down, she didn't
want to give it up."

"Did she get down from it?"

"Well...ahh...no. I...I...mean she didn't cause I was there. She
just stayed on it...I mean she wasn't going to get off all day."

"I don't thing so young lady!!"

"WHACK...WHACK...WHACK......Smack...WHACK!!!"

"OHooo...hooo...hooo. Oh...WEEE Please!"

In an instant I know Susie forgot my presence. As quickly as the
ruler flashed down, the sound of her squeals was mixed with the
pitter-patter of prancing little feet. Her beautifully firm bare
titties bounced in unison not three feet from my eyes. At the
same time the scanty little pink-silk panties began to slide down
her dancing thighs making the girl all the more naked.

"I've heard all I need to hear from you young lady! You just
stand right here where you are...and don't you open your mouth."

Madam now walked over to Nancy and spoke.

"Pull your panties down and then give me your left hand, palm
up!"

Madam now grabbed the younger girl's fingers and bent them
downward as she had done with Susie. With the ruler in her right
hand she tapped its end against this small target and spoke.

"Now you know what will happen if I get any incorrect answers. So
you listen carefully to what I say. Who started this affair?!"

Nancy's little knees began to fret as she tried to think what to
say. "Ah...Ah...I wasn't doing anything and...Susie...well...she
came up and said I had to give up the swing to her. I mean...you
know...they are supposed to be on first-come. Right? I mean...I
didn't do anything wrong...please."

"SMACK...Whack...Smack!"

Three times the ruler rang out in the room. Nancy's little feet
rose a bit with each stroke until she was standing on her tiptoes
with the last. At the same time her knees became even more
panicky in their fret. The waist ban of her lowered scanty
panties first stretched this way then that, causing the white
silk material to sway between her bare legs. I was expecting her
to break into that little in-place tiptoe prance I so loved to
watch, but Madam stopped at only three strokes.

"So you didn't talk back to her? Taunt her?...or use forbidden
words, or anything like that? Did you? Well?"

"WHACK"

"Ohooo...Please! I didn't start it, she was trying to take it
away from me. I'm sorry I said anything."

"From what I understand you are correct, but from now on you
don't talk back to any student like that. You stop what you are
doing and report to any one of the matrons. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mam."

Madam let go of Nancy's hand and ended the questioning.

"Pull up your panties and get dressed. If you hurry you'll have
time to eat dinner. Tell the matron at the door that I said you
may enter and join the rest...and I don't want to see you in this
office again. Now move!"

As Nancy left the room Madam turned to Susie and just looked at
her for quite a few seconds without saying a word. You could feel
her stare and the tension rise in the room. Susie felt it as well
and started to whimper and cry. Her knees began again to panic as
her whole body started to shake. It provided another stimulating
spectacle, as she stood directly in front of me almost totally
naked. She jumped has Madam finally broke the silence.

"You'll finish undressing right were you stand young lady. I want
you stark naked and mean NOW! Not only did you start a fight with
another student after trying to use your senior status to break
the rules, but now you have lied to me and one of my matrons
about your involvement in this whole matter. Well...I have a
special treatment for girls like you and a special place to
administer it, as you are about to find out."

Madam Hinshar grabbed the now naked Susie by her armpit and
walked her into that dreaded room behind her private office.
Without saying a word she was led to a special leather covered
fucking table that was waist high and 2x6 feet across the top.
Madam placed Susie on her back with her feet draped over one end.
From the ceiling, above this end of the table, a three-foot long
trapeze bar was lowered down. We each grabbed one of Susie's
ankles and lifted them to the bar. With ankles attached by cuffs
to each end of the bar, it was again raised upwards until her
hips almost began to rise. At that point a four-inch wide leather
strap was drawn up from under the table beside her waist. From
there Madam pulled Susie's bottom forward and out past the end of
the table. Quickly the strap was drawn tight across her waist and
attached to the othr side of the table. Lastly Madam pulled her
arms back over her head and attached them to cuffs located at the
other end of the table. With these cuffs drawn tight Susie was in
perfect position for what awaited her.

Madam Hinshar left the room to prepare herself. I was wearing
only a robe and placed it on a hook by the door. My cock was
already in rut at the sight of this naked little girl lying on
the table before me. Madam was right about my balls, they were
throbbing from long held back desire. As I stroked my cock with
my right hand I walked around the table and admired Madam's handy
work. Susie's legs were held straight up and, with the bar
between her ankles, formed a perfect giant "V". With this bar
drawn upwards as tightly as it was, she could not bend her knees
all, for the waistband held her hips down just as tightly. I
loved the way her bottom was positioned out over the end of the
table. Susie's lovely and firm young titties did not flatten out
as one might expect, but amazingly maintained their pointed shape
while she lay on her back. I stood at the end of the table and
wetted my lust until Madam returned.

The door opened and Madam walked in; my cock jumped at the sight.
As the night before, she wore her pair of black leather boots.
Only this time she also had on a black belt around her waist.
From the center back of this belt a thin, half-inch wide, black
leather saddle strap hung down. She walked straight up to me and
asked that I reach between her legs and pull the strap forward
and up. In almost the same motion she took two polished stainless
steel balls, each about an inch and a quarter in diameter, and
proceeded to insert them one by one into her naked cunt. Taking
the strap from my hand she drew it tightly up between her legs
and hooked it to the front of the belt. The strap dug deeply into
her cunt with the outer lips bulging on either side.

"Ahh...that feels good. You have no idea what those two balls
feel like as I move about. I love to use them whenever I work in
this room. I should say as well that I like the way you have
shaven. It makes your cock look all the larger."

Madam ran her fingers up and down my shaft as she "asked" if I
were ready. No answer was required.

"As I said before, this time I only want you to watch. Unload
your desires on another little girl later this evening in your
room. You may stand or pull up a chair, just stay at this end of
the table to get the best view. To begin with you may move in
real close. I'm going to 'prep' her to start with."

Madam walked over to one of several cabinets and took a number of
containers off one of the shelves. She placed them all on a
wheeled metal cart covered with a clean white towel. As the cart
was positioned beside Susie's obscenely exposed naked bottom and
cunt, she started to cry profusely and babbled out useless pleas.

"Oh Lordie, Please Madam...Nooo! Please...Please...Don't!! Oh No,
Please Not a FIGGING!!!"

Susie seemed to understand what was about to happen and I was
getting a quick education. My cock was so hard it was throbbing
with anticipation. I watched intently as Madam started to work.
She tore off a four inch long piece of wide surgical tape, then
attached one end against the skin directly beside the small red
crinkly orifice between the bottom cheeks. Next she spread apart
the cheeks and stuck the other end towards the outside of the
hip. The process was repeated for the other bottom cheek. With
the tape so positioned, Susie's bottom was stretched wide open
around her buggering hole.

Madam opened a bottle of well know muscle liniment called HEET®.
She began to scrub the round felt applicator against Susie's
small bottom hole. The reaction was not long in coming.

"Oh. Oh. Ohooo...Oh No! It's burning...Please No! Oh Please
Stop...Please Stop...Please!! Oh Pleaseeee Stop!!!"

"You haven't felt anything yet young lady!" Madam spoke with that
cold, deep voice.

On replacing that applicator, Madam next opened another bottle
with an applicator shaped like a small round bottlebrush. It was
about three inches long and a half-inch in diameter. I later
understood that this bottle contained a mix of the first bottle's
liniment plus that of the oils from a large number of small red
hot peppers. She quickly inserted the brush into Susie's crinkly
hole.

One must not forget that this is the Connor Hostel. Nothing is
done half way, certainly not the discipline of unruly little
girls. Madam didn't just inserted the small brush, she scrubbed
the inside of Susie's tender hole. Her pleas degenerated to
squeals of anguish. As much as the restraints permitted, she
arched her back off the table. This only served to offer up her
lovely young titties and wiggle them around for my enjoyment. I
savored the display by slowly running the tips of my fingers up
and down my rigid throbbing cock. After some time Madam replaced
the brush in the bottle, but only to obtain a fresh supply of the
oily liniment. Again it plunged into the now blazing hole
generating fresh squeals and cries from Susie. After a few
seconds more, Madam replaced the brush for good.

At many other training schools for girls this would be more that
adequate, but not here. Madam Hinshar had only started. She now
picked up a foil pouch and tore off one end. It contained a thick
oily suppository made from red pepper, cinnamon, and other
extracts. Quickly it was in place and doing its job. Susie's eyes
stretched open like dinner plates as every tendon in her neck
went taut. She tried to cry, but even that small action tightened
her bottom muscles enough to set her crinkly hole on fire. Every
muscle in her bottom, thighs, and tummy went totally limp in an
attempt to keep down the fires raging within her bottom. She
could only moan; and further reason to do so was not long in
waiting. She had a good idea that this was not over yet. Knowing
what was coming, she tried to cry out, but only weak pleas came
forth.

"Please Madam, Pleaseee! Oh Please, Please not there too!
Noooo...ho...ho! I won't be able to stand it...Please Not
There!!"

Madam had poured a small amount of the HEET® solution into a
bowl, and was working it into a brush made from pig's hair that
was shaped like an oversized toothbrush. The target this time was
Susie's plump hairless cuntie. It lay totally exposed between her
widely spread legs and was about to be curried with the burning
liniment. Madam didn't just bush the pink lips of her cuntie but
scrubbed until lather began to form. Even the sensation of a hot
poker up her ass could not hold back the screams that rang out in
the room. Now I fully understood why I was not going to be able
to fuck her tight little cunt this evening.

By spreading the outer lips apart with her free hand, the
liniment was worked onto every exposed surface with special
attention being paid to the little knob of her clit. The room
soon reeked with its smell. At last she finished, and pushed the
cart over to one wall before returning.

"So my little one...how would you like to sit on that swing now?!
Well, never mind, because this has been only a simple
preparation. Get ready for some real discipline now young lady!!"

"Oh Madam, Please...Please Not Now...oooh...Oh it burns, it
really burns. Not Now, You Just Can't!"

"Perhaps you would like a little cool air fanned between your
legs. I have something over here just perfect for that; a nice
bouquet of fresh green stinging nettles. It's a big thick one
that I had one of the matrons make up, just for you."

I had heard of nettles before, but had never given them much
thought. This was to be my introduction. Something said that
their use on Madam's intended target, so carefully prepared, was
not an experience Susie looked forward to. She instantly started
to cry out a string of babbling pleas that consisted of nothing
more than a string of "NO's". As much as it must have set her now
limp little bottom and hairless slit on fire, her upward spread
legs began to rattle the bar and the chains holding it to the
ceiling. Madam's choice of restraints were masterful, for the
little girl could do no more than provide a more exciting
atmosphere with her wiggling legs. The waist strap held her
bottom and cuntie in still perfect position.

Madam placed a leather glove on her right hand before picking up
the prickly bouquet. With her bare left hand and she started to
caress and knead Susie's small bottom cheeks. Even this mild act
had an immediate effect.

"OHooo...Ho!...Ho!...Ho!...Ohooooo...Please Don't!! It makes it
bbbburn...Please!!!"

"Yes, I think you're going to really enjoy these nettles. As it
should be!" The FIGGING had left Susie's bottom in such a state
that any movement or tightening of her bottom set it afire.
Wiggling of her hips or legs would rub together skin within her
plump cuntie and turn the flames up there as well. She simply
must stay still and keep her bottom as limp and flaccid as
possible. This was now the target that the nettles descended on.

Madam started by lightly tapping Susie's bottom cheeks with the
bouquet, as if dabbing paint onto a canvas. A while later the
motion changed to long sweeping vertical strokes along the crease
of her bottom and up to the open pink target between her legs.
I'm not sure how to describe Susie's reaction. It came in jerks
and screams. (My cock began to jerk as well and I had to stop its
massage as I nearly lost my load all over the floor.) It must
have been like hundreds of red fire ants were crawling and biting
all over her bottom. You could tell she was still trying to keep
her bottom limp and hold back the fires that raged. The ferocious
itching and stinging of the nettles made this all but impossible.
Each leaf was covered with those hollow and brittle fine hairs,
every one filled with stinging venom.

It didn't take long before the whole area was overlaid with that
red, splotchy, and puffy nettle rash. Soon those areas that Madam
was concentrating on the most, the bottom crease and slit of her
cunt, told an additional story of anguish. All over this
sensitive area dozens and dozens of tiny white blisters began to
form. Each one pointed to an unrelenting hellish sting where a
hollow nettle hair had broken off in the skin. Susie's tight
little cuntie began to look like it was being coated with a fine
peach fuzz. Madam didn't stop there. The nettles soon traveled up
and down the sensitive top of her inner thighs. With agonizing
slowness the leaves lost their ability and wilted, but the effect
was to be long lasting.

Her bottom and thighs continued to jerk spasmodically as her
voice went hoarse from screaming. Madam discarded the shredded
bouquet in a trashcan and walked over to where I was setting.

"We'll let her enjoy the lasting effects of the nettles for a
while. I have decided to give you a final test. I only want hard
core sadist working for me here at Connor Hostel. If you intend
to discipline and fuck one of my little girls this evening in
your room, you are going to have to pass this last trial. Open
your legs and let me kneel down between them. Move your hands
away from your cock. I'm going to suck it until I feel like
stopping. If you can hold back your cum and still keep it nice
and hard, I feel like you can then be trusted to administer the
type of thorough fucking I demand."

I didn't say a word. Only I did thrust up by rigid rod to allow
Madam a better angle to perform her test. I wished all my test in
school had been as agreeable and easy to pass. Whenever I put my
mind to it I could hold back forever and enjoy the resulting
ecstasy. Madam cupped my balls in the palm of her left hand as
she made a loop with the index and thumb of her right and placed
it around my turgid cock. She stroked this loop up and down as
her tongue licked the swollen tip. Little by little her lips
descended down the shaft until it was all inside her mouth. I
could feel the tip start down her throat without the slightest
trace of gagging. She certainly knew her job. I not sure how long
she sucked, but I enjoyed every minute as I looked on at Susie
naked bottom and cuntie. Madam at last stopped and looked up at
my face.

"Good...Very, very good! There're not many men that could pull
that off. I am truly lucky to have you here. As for the
girls...well that's another story. Let's get back to Susie. It's
about time we give her a suitable place to sit for awhile. I know
you are going to like this!"

To finalize the preparation of Susie's bottom Madam took from one
of the cabinets a foot long heavy leather "tongue". It was about
two inches wide and made from two layers of quarter inch hard
black leather. A perfect paddle for a small little bottom covered
in nettle rash. She walked over to Susie and slowly ran just the
tip of her left index finger nail across her bottom and thighs.

"You seem so relaxed and still lying there. But...I believe Mr.
Fenner would better enjoy the nice display of yourself that you
are providing, if you would wiggle around a little. Plus this
tongue is just the thing to make the nettles last a while
longer."

"Oh Madam if you only knew. Please I'll do anything! Anything you
want!! Not NOW...NO...Oh...oh...!!!"

"Ta...Whack! CRACK!! Smack!!!"

"Eeeiiiah...Oh...oh...oh...OH...ha...ha...aoh!
Aiiiee...Oh...Oh...No...No...Please!!"

"Pop...Wap...Whack"

Madam again varied the cadence finding the most tender areas as
if my magic. What was so incredible about this whole discipline
session so far, was that it really wasn't that brutal. However
Madam's touch made it horrificly painful none-the- less. And the
displays of the little girls! I could never have imagined so many
ways to make them show themselves off. Susie's position opened up
every inch of her intimate parts in the most reveling and
suggestive manner possible.

With the "tonguing" over, Madam now got down to the real
discipline for this session. Up to now this had only been a prep
for what was coming. What she had in mind was a device that had
been in use for centuries in those places where naughty girls
were trained. It was the dreaded "Spreading Bar". Only Madam's
version had many personal refinements, especially the manner in
which the naughty little girl was held in place. Let's not forget
the preparation either!

With my help we soon had Susie back on her feet. They were a
little weak and I had to hold her up for a few seconds. Madam
took the time to let her regain some of her composure before we
continued. She went over rules of conduct and the reason for
discipline. Susie showed not the lease concern over her nudity.
There was no need to command her to keep her legs apart. She
wanted every little part to get to the cool air. I watched, as
she would start to quiver and shake and then attempt to hold it
back. Fires kept erupting in her bottom and between her legs. Any
quick movement brought hell to those tender places. After a short
while Madam let Susie over to the "Bar".

As soon as she saw what was happening her knees began to give
out. At the same time she let out a long drawn out howl. Madam
grabbed her and at the same time gave me instructions as to what
she wanted me to do.

----

I should pause here and better describe the device and how it
worked. Only then could you possible understand the horror that
was going through Susie mind. The "Spreading Bar" was primarily
just that, a bar. However, that was only the beginning. It was
made of cold steel that was about three feet long and had a cross
section of 3/4 by 1-1/2 inches. Supported from beneath at each
end and parallel to the floor, it had the narrow edge on top.
This top edge was striated like that of a metal file. The heavy
under supports at each end were in reality hydraulic rams that
permitted the elevation of the bar to be easily adjusted. At
first a girl was made to stand astride the bar with her legs well
spread. Parallel to the upper bar were two additional bars lower
down and to each side. Their height was about equal to a girl's
knee and passed just inside to maintain this spread. The entire
length of these two bars was covered with thick round rubber
padding. This paddi ng could easily rotate around the bar and
thus prevented ra girl from attaining any support of her body
weight. The two lower bars could also be moved farther apart, if
desired, and force a more penetrating spread of her legs.

A one-foot tall vertical steel beam was also attached to the top
of the support behind the girl. From its top was welded an
additional bar, parallel to and directly above the "Spreading
Bar". From here a vertical runner bar was lastly attached. Once
standing astride the striated bar, a pair of elbows cuffs were
attached to each arm of the naughty little girl and drawn
together behind her back. Her hands were left free and only
served to provide additional entertainment as they fluttered
uselessly to the side. The girl was slowly backed up to the
vertical runner bar where the elbow cuffs were attached. Her
elbows were now free to slide up and down but her body was
prevented from falling side to side or front to back. Again no
support of her weight could be obtained.

Now the fun began. I slowed pumped the two hydraulic rams upwards
and Madam, using a pair of leather gloves, spread apart Susie's
hairless little cuntie. Contact was made along the central slit
itself as her feet rose to their tiptoes to postpone this contact
as long as possible. The outer lips of her cuntie rapped around
the rank steel like a bit in a horse's mouth. The position also
made Susie lean slightly forward. This assured that weight was
concentrated mostly on the cuntie itself.

I stepped back while slowly stroking by cock to even greater
heights. I could only imagine what it must have felt like with
her cunt freshly pickled with strong liniment and covered with
prickly stinging nettle hairs. Last but not least, she must
squeeze together her legs and bottom to best support her weight
while astride the bar. This maintained the hellish fires in her
FIGGED bottom hole at the maximum. Susie did not of course remain
silent throughout this whole ordeal. She moaned in a deep
quivering and panicky voice while babbling pleas to be let off.

"Ohhhhoooo...ho...ho...Madam...Please...Please! Ohoooo it cutting
me in two!! Please...Please let me off. You got to...You just got
to!!!"

Instead Madam walked over to me and caressed my bare bottom with
her right hand as she rubbed her own cunt with her left. She then
leaned her head over to my ear and whispered with a sadistic
voice.

"We'll let her enjoy her seat of honor for a while. Then I'm
going to give her some encouragement to wiggle around at bit. I'm
sure what you see will make that big hard cock of yours wiggle a
bit as well. I want you to keep it stuck way out for us all to
see. But...until then, how about you rub Susie down real nice
with some strap oil. Rub her all over, everywhere, specially
those young titties of hers. I'm going to go and select a nice
long...thin...flexible switch!"

Madam had my cock wiggling already. I just loved the way it felt
as I walked around naked and let it stick out and bounce. Damn,
did I ever want to fuck one of her little girls! I would just
have to settle for a long soft fondling of Susie's naked body
instead. She just stared straight ahead and tried not to move a
muscle. Tears flowed freely down her face as she only emitted a
series of long "Ohoooo"'s. It would seem as if the simple act of
crying or pleading would make it feel like the bar was sinking
deeper into her cunt. Even the act of moving her head was
avoided. However, her body would erupt suddenly in uncontrollable
quivers always accompanied with a louder moan from the pain it
caused.

I applied many hand fills of oil before I came to those tender
looking little titties. It was here that my hands lingered for
quite a while. I loved to cup a single small titty from
underneath and then slowly slide my hand upward across the nipple
tip to the top. Susie's stomach jerked as I thumped and pinched
the very tip of her nipples with my finger. The fear of impending
pain was so great that it was her only acknowledgment of my
fondling. I pushed the palm of my hand onto each tit and rotated
it to gauge it firmness. After a while Madam finally spoke up.

"I think that will do Mr. Fenner."

She then turned to Susie. Again she sounded with that cruel
sadistic voice.

"My! My! You seem to have found a comfortable spot. That's just
too bad, cause I think you're going to want to move around a bit
when you feel this switch. But first let's spread those legs of
yours some more. I wouldn't want you to miss out on anything."

Madam reached down under the bar at one end and slowly turned a
crank. The two padded spreader bars began to part even more.
Unfortunately for Susie her legs were obligated to follow the
spreading bars, opening up her martyred cuntie even more.

"AHaaaaaa...OH NO! Oh Lordie No More...No...No!! I'm
Splitting...Ahaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

The full potential of the dreaded bar was being extracted. Her
legs were drawn apart as far as possible. She presented a picture
of suffering the likes of which I had never seen before. I slowly
stroked my throbbing cock as I watched little Susie doing the
naked splits on the cold steel bar. Her smooth hairless cunt, as
well as the surrounding area, was still covered with the red
puffy nettle rash along with its overlay of tiny white blisters.
I loved the way her cunt lips hung over the sides of the bar as
it sunk into the central slit. The thought of what it must feel
like had me breathing in heavy gaps as I humped my naked cock
through the still fingers of my right hand and into the thin air.
I knew that latter tonight some other little naked girl was sure
going to have her legs splayed wide apart as well. Then that
small pink cunt that would be offered up was going to be fucked
to the max. Once again I had to work hard to get control of
myself and not shoot cum are over the room. Before Madam started
the switching she turned to me.

"At some training schools that I have seen, at this point, they
would heat the bar. Often not, to really hellish temperatures.
You would not believe the screams from some of the little girls.
Many times this would cause their little slits to blister and
leave lasting scars. This I do disapprove of. I have found that a
good lengthy application of the switch at this point is very
effective and need not leave any lasting scars. As you shall see.

"Well my little one, are you ready? Cause you're going to get
several switching, not just one! Between each you'll remain
seated on the bar and await the next. Before I'm through I'm
going to really burn you up, and I do mean everywhere! You don't
tell lies to me, little Miss Priss, and think you're going to get
away with it."

As she spoke she tapped the switch all over Susie's smooth
tender, well oiled, naked skin. She then picked out a spot just
under the inside edge of her left cheek, right at the top of the
thigh. It was here that the switching started.

"Swissswit...swisswit...swisswit......Swisssswit."

"Ahaaaaaaaa...ha...ha...ha! Ohoooo...ho...ho...ho!!
NO...oh...oh...oh!!!

Not one, but four stinging strokes of the switch landed. Each one
moved a little more up under and between the legs than the
previous. Susie tried to dance. All her efforts only resulted in
her two legs doing a delightful little "walk" in thin air as her
toes brushed within an inch of the floor. They alternated, as one
kicked a little forward, the other went back. It was just what
Madam wanted. The useless minuet only scrubbed her cuntie harder
onto the bar. Madam continued the switching, pausing perhaps five
to ten seconds between each set of strokes.

"Swissswit...swisswit."

"Eiiiyaeeeee! OH Please, Nooooo!!"

She now targeted her bottom. Working set after set up and down
the central crack.

"Swisswit! Swissssswit...swissswit! Swisssswit!
Swissssswit...swissswit...swissswit!"

"Ahaaaaaa...ha...ha...ha...ha! Aiiiiyeee...Aiiiyeeeeeee!! OH
Please Stop...Please Stop...Please!!!"

After applying about two dozen strokes all over her bottom and
between the legs from both sides of the bar, she paused and
looked at me with those piercing cold eyes.

"I think that will do nicely for her first dose. Well let her
think about the next one, and where she'll feel it!"

From there Madam set down the switch and rubbed strap oil onto
both of her hands. I watched as she walked over to my left side.
With her right hand she started to rub and caress my naked
bottom, her left reached around to my front and rubbed my stomach
just above my throbbing cock. I swear she was trying her best to
make me loose control and shoot cum all over the floor. Her
change in demeanor was amazing, from one of pain to one of
pleasure. I spread my legs farther apart to expose myself even
more and began to thrust and roll my loins in response to her
caresses. My eyes soaked in the sight of Susie's naked body in
front of me, ravaged by involuntary quakes and shivers that only
made her seat all the more painful. Madam then moved around to my
back and began to rub her huge naked titties against my back as
her loins ground into my bottom, now wet with oil. Both her hands
reached around to my front and started to caress my balls and
inner thighs on each side, as she whispered into my right ear
with a soft, slow, unequivocally sadistic voice.

"Are you thinking about that naked little girl you'll have in
your room tonight? Who's it going to be...tell me her name."

"I'd like that small little blond, Janet Thomson. Do you know
her?"

"Oh yaaa! She'll be perfect. I believe she just turned 12 a few
weeks ago. I've spanked her several times; she's quite a little
crybaby. I know you'll enjoy her! She's got one extraordinarily
small little bottom, but beautifully rounded and quite pink. Her
titties are also quite small, about one quarter all nipple.
However, they are perfect little pointed cones. She's just right
to start off with a long protracted, across the lap, naked
spanking with your palm and a small paddle."

"I think I'll do just that!"

"Can't you just imagine what that tiny little pussy of her will
feel like when it's wrapped around this huge cock of yours?"

With that last question Madam licked my ear with the tip of her
wet tongue, just as she rolled by balls in the palm of her right
hand. I was going mad with lust. Poor little Janet Thomson, was
she ever going to get one tonight. Madam took a deep breath as
she finally backed off and took up again the task at hand.

"Are you rested and ready for another dose of the switch? Well?
Speak up!"

"Oh Please Madam, Please! Not again...No more...Please!! I just
can't stand it on the bar...Oh it hurts...Oh Pleaseeee...No
More!!!"

"You can plead all you want, but it'll do you no good! This is
one lesson about lying that you are going to learn well."

Suddenly the switch whistled through the air and landed on back
of Susie's naked upper thigh.

"Swisswit! Swissssswit...swissswit...swisswit!
Swissssswit...swissswit! Swisssswit!
Swissssswit...swissswit......swissswit!"

Again and again the switch streaked through the air and onto its
target. Madam moved around to the other side of the bar and
evened out matters with the other thigh. She reminded Susie that
she still had a hinny by visiting it a few times as well. I could
never get enough of Madam's style of switching. She just burned
naked little girls up. A lot had to do with her selection of
switches themselves. They were lithely thin and long, not a heavy
bruising rod. As flexible as they were, they still retained that
required stiffness to give the needed tip velocity and accuracy
to sting like a hornet on a naughty girl's bare skin. Always
leaving a very thin red welt whose sting seemed to never go away.

Susie's screams and pleas echoed throughout the tiled room. Her
legs again began their naked walk in thin air, perhaps with a
greater kick due to their being the target of interest this time.
However, the switching only got worse for Susie, not better.
Madam now took aim at the front insides of her thighs, up at the
top near her nettled cuntie.

"Swisswit! Swissssswit...swissswit...swisswit!
Swissssswit...swissswit Swisssswit!
Swissssswit...swissswit......swissswit!
Swissssswit...swissswit...swisswit! Swisssswit!"

Again and again and again it landed all over this intensely
tender area, and from both sides. Perhaps thirty strokes in all!

Susie's head went back, hair flying, as she painfully squealed
and bellowed out her cries. This time her legs didn't so much
"walk" as they twisted, grinding her martyred cunt even further
onto the bar. At this point Madam again took a break.

As before she walked over to one of the cabinets and, setting
down the switch, opened a draw and removed a blindfold. This she
placed over Susie's eyes. No longer was she to be afforded the
luxury of knowing where the next stroke of the switch would land.
We also were now free to enjoy activities without her watching.

Taking strap oil into her hands, she stood directly in front of
Susie and began a process of rubbing down her entire naked body.
Starting with her beautiful little set of titties, she worked
down her front side to the bar itself and her swollen cunt.
Returning to the titties, she rubbed, kneaded, and stroked the
small twin globes at length. The tiny pink buds at the tip of
each nipple were made to grow by using just the ends of her
fingers. Around and around she gently rubbed these tips, getting
them ready for what was coming with the final dose.

To finish the oiling she reached around to Susie's quivering soft
bottom and took her time caressing this target. I'm sure she
enjoyed the feeling of the thin red welts, as her fingers at
times would just gently brush across this well switched area. She
also kneaded and squeezed the twin cheeks as well. This last
action also fanned the flames in Susie's still well figged bottom
hole. When she finally stopped, the entire naked little body was
again wet with a mix of oil and sweat.

"OK, young lady. Prepare yourself for the final round. As to
where or exactly when, you'll know when you feel it! I can only
tell you that you're really going to be blistered. Oh yes! Before
I finish this disciplinary session, there's one more thing you
need to know. When you leave here you are going to be placed on
disciplinary probation, Level Three, and for two weeks as well.
However, you will get to spend the next 24 hours in the
infirmary, as a precaution, and to permit you some degree of
recovery before returning to classes. But that's to come. Right
now...I'd try and find a nice comfortable spot on the bar, cause
you're going to need it."

With that last statement Madam returned to the cabinet and
scrubbed the oil from her hands. From a rather large collection
of switches she then selected one that I had not seen before. A
close inspection had me stroking my cock with more caution. What
I saw also had me breathing in gasps and on the edge of self-
control. I knew what was about to happen to poor little Susie;
therefore, this had be one of Madam's favorite specialty
switches. One made for small silky titties.

It had originally started out as the flexible end of a
lightweight fly-casting rod made from stranded fiberglass. Madam
had removed all the hardware and cut off the last twenty inches
or so. The raw end, of the tip, had been flame rounded in a
manner so as not to increase the diameter at all. These last few
inches near the tip were no more than 1/32 of an inch. A six-inch
long, round wooden handle was placed on the other end to provide
a good grip. This handle was well stained from long use. I could
only imagine how this dreaded implement would sting the
incredibly tender and satiny smooth bare skin of a young girl's
small titty buds. It was with this switch in hand that Madam now
walked over to still crying and blindfolded Susie.

Unlike before where Madam had prodded her victim and gave away
the target of her interest, she only reached out with the switch
to judge the correct distance to stand. Using short silent
practice strokes she aligned the tip with the underside of
Susie's right titty. She didn't use the long sweeping strokes
that had been the norm with the hickory switches. With this
somewhat shorter and very stiff fiberglass switch, she applied it
with a hard but shot jerk of the arm accompanied with a rapid
snap of the wrist. Only the last few inches ever made contact
with the girl's bare skin.

"Wippit...Wippit...Wippit...Wippit...Wippit! Wippit...Wippit!!"

"AHeiiiii...Aeiii...Aeiiiiii...Aha...ha...ha...hiiii! Aha...Aha!
OH...No...oh...oh!! Stop...Stop... Please Stop!!!"

What a switch, what a switching! It had me breathing in gasps
again and my loins humping the air in front of me. She had
started near where the titty began its outward curve and ended
just under the nipple. Very thin red welts quickly sprang up all
over this tender underside, but Madam didn't pause and look for
long before the switch whistled again. This time it was the very
nipple itself on the other titty that bounced.

"Wippit...Wippit! [A nice little pause, and...] Wippit!!"

"Ahiiiiii...Oh! Ahiiiiii...AHaaa...ha...ha...ohooo! Oh Please,
Not My Boobies...Please!! Not There...Please, it burns...Oh
Lordie, It Burns There...AHEiiiii...OHoooo...Noooo!!!"

Susie babbled and pleaded to no avail, other than to make matters
more exciting for us. Her legs jerked with every stroke, making
her seat on the bar only more painful. Nothing she could do
helped her ordeal. Madam, now standing with her feet well spread,
worked the leather saddle strap that cut through her own cunt.
Pushing hard upwards, she massaged the two shiny balls that
resided within. She continued the switching until each titty had
received at least twenty stinging strokes. Susie's nipples seemed
to get more than their fair share before it was over.

Madam called into the room a Matron from the infirmary as I
lowered Susie down until her feet finally touched ground. We had
to help her stand as she was led out of the room. As if nothing
important had happened, Madam gave the nurse instructions.

"Please give this young lady the standard care due after severe
discipline. She may require a two-day stay instead of the normal
one. I'll leave it up to you. When she does leave see to it she
is dressed for Level Three Probation."

Turning her attention towards me, "Well John, what did you think
of that?"

I had to catch my breath before I could speak. My cock was still
sticking straight up, in fact it was still rubbing against my
stomach, quivering. As I finally spoke, I watched Susie's
blistered naked bottom disappear through the door.

"Exquisite, just incredible! Never could I have imagined such an
ordeal. The way those nettles worked on her cuntie and little
bottom, I mean after they had been figged and curried. I couldn't
believe her wiggles and gyrations, and that final switching on
her tittys. Is there a switch like that in my room?"

I had to find a chair and sat down to relax.

"Yes, in fact, there are several. One I think is close to three
feet long. I use them on the particular tender areas of a naughty
girl. I assure you they sting like hell but you must be careful
how you use them. It's very easy to cut the skin. This is
especially true when switching the pink inside areas of their
pussies. You'll find that you can maintain better control if you
just snap your wrist instead of using a long sweep of the arm.
Feel free to use one on Janet Thomson this evening. Oh yes, Janet
Thomson! I'll see that she is sent directly to your room as soon
as we leave. She'll be dressed in only a pair of panties. That
reminds me-just in case you hadn't noticed-I always make a girl
pull her own little pair of panties off herself. It seems to add
an extra touch...I think we had better get going. I'm sure those
balls of yours are tired of waiting! Just be ready for Janet,
she'll be there shortly."

I was in my room in minutes. Unseen by me at the same time, two
Matrons also entered a dorm room for older 11-year-olds. One was
the Room Mother.

"Janet Thomson, stand up."

She did, and with a weak fearful voice answered.

"Yes Mam."

"You'll get dressed in a pair of your standard undie panties and
nothing else! Right Now!"

"Oh yes Mam, but I haven't done anything...have I? Ohooo Please?"

"You just do as you're told! No talking...I said move it!"

Quickly she removed the nightshirt that she had on and replaced
it with the top pair of little panties from her chest.

"You'll follow behind me and say not a word. Do you understand?"

"Yes...Mam."

The trio marched in perfect unison, right up to the door of my
room.

"You have been ordered to Master Fenner's room for the duration
of the night. You will do exactly as he commands-no matter what!
Do you understand?"

"Yes Mam but Why? I haven't none anything. I've been good!"

"You were sent here for disciplinary training, and from this
moment on this shall be part of that training. Stand directly in
front of the door-at attention!"

One of the Matrons rang the buzzer and then they both departed
before I answered. Actually I heard them approach and watched the
proceeding through a peephole in the door. I continued to watch
little Miss Thomson for some time after the Matrons left. The
looks on her face were most enjoyable. I played with my cock as I
watch her squirm in anticipation. Finally the time had come and I
jerked the door open. Janet's face quickly turned to one of
horror and shock. She emitted a gasp followed by a series of weak
meows, for I stood there totally naked with my cock sticking
straight up in a huge erection. I stepped to one side and ordered
her in. I slammed the door shut and locked the handle as well;
thrusting a dead bolt into place at the top. A heavy hand was
used to be sure she clearly heard the sounds of her imprisonment.

I walked over to my bed and set on the very edge with my legs
outstretched and spread well apart. Janet's whole body started to
shake as I spoke.

"Come over here and stand directly in front of me. Up
closer-between my legs! I said UP CLOSE! That's better. Now take
off your little pair of undie panties and give them to me. You're
going to stay bare-naked for the entire time you're in this room.
You'll not see these panties until it's time for you to leave in
the morning."

"Oh please Sir, Master Fenner, do I have to? Please...Please not
bare-naked. Can't I just keep on these little pair of undie
panties, there're really so skimpy? Please?"

"NO! And what's more you just made your ordeal all the more
worst. Now get those panties off this instant!"

Now Janet really started to cry. Madam was surely correct about
this girl. What a little crybaby! Her face was wet with tears
even before her trembling hands finally reached down to the tiny
waist ban of her panties and started to push down. If she only
knew that her slowness of movement in striping off this last
remainder of clothing made the act much more exciting and
enjoyable. She finally stepped free of the garment as her right
hand, shaking in fear and embarrassment, reached out and handed
them to me. I threw them on the bed for the moment-then continued
my instructions.

"Listen carefully to what I have to say, for I will not repeat
myself. First...from here on you will refer to me as simply
'Master' and I will refer to you as 'Janet', should I feel it
necessary to use your name. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

"Now you'll do exactly as you're told. To begin with, I want you
to move forward all the way till your legs touch my bed."

In small hesitant steps she obeyed.

"Next raise your hands high over your head. Straight up and lock
those elbows! Now spread you legs apart until you touch mine.
.... Good!"

Along with the next command I reached out with my left hand and
grabbed Janet's right bottom cheek. My right I placed on the
center of the chest just below her cute little set of titty buds.
Her sobbing, along with her "mews" and "meows", started to
increase even more.

"Thrust you hips forward as you lean your shoulders back. More!
There, that's more like it. You're going to learn how to expose
yourself to the maximum for my inspection. Therefore, whenever I
command you to present yourself to me, this is how you will do
it. I had better see you straining to get those legs apart as far
as possible and your hips thrush forward as far as possible. Do
you HEAR ME!"

"Oh yes Master! It...It's....just that I've...I've never been
naked...I mean in front...Oh!...You know, in front of...Ho!...a
man, and...all alone. AHA...Oho!"

Now she really started to cry as her whole body shook with each
sob. I couldn't ask for a better subject or response. I took a
few seconds to enjoy Janet's display of herself as I slowly
stroked my rigid cock to greater heights. Her small little
titties bounced and wiggled less than a foot in front of my face.
As my left hand continued to squeeze and caress her small tight
little hinny, I could feel each tremor go through her body. Like
icing on a cake, every time I squeezed her bottom cheeks she rose
to her tiptoes and swayed her hips around. Janet's sweet young
innocence was totally unaware of the lust that this simple act
was creating. I had to let go to continue.

"Now bring your legs together and turn around. Back up again
until your legs touch the bed. As before, spread them wide and
touching mine. OK, that good. Now bend over and grab your legs
below your knees. No! Keep your knees straight. That's correct.
Again listen well...whenever I tell you to present you bottom to
me, this will be the position I expect you in. This completely
presents your naked bottom to me as well as giving me a perfect
view between your legs. Do you understand?"

"Oh Master Please...I mean...Yes...Yes Master."

"I'm going to rub this part of you down with strap oil. You will
stay in this position, and you had better not move. Do You Hear
Me?"

"Yeee...Yes Master."

Boy do I love doing this! I took my time savoring every second. I
ran my finger up and down the crease of her hinny, pausing a
little around her crinkly tight hole. Janet continued to cry
freely, her tears dripping to the floor with her head bent
forward. In perfect unison my two hands rubbed her twin cheeks
with my fingers kneading the bare skin. This was no time to play
games, so when it came time to play with her tight little cuntie
I first reached out with my left hand and spread open the plump
lips. The middle finger of my right quickly dipped in and sunk
all the way up. I diddled her tight orifice front to back with
this finger; not without a plea of protest from my subject of
course.

"Oh Please Sir...Master, Please. Not there...Please!"

"Before this night is over little girl you'll learn to enjoy this
compared to what else awaits you. Your stay here in my room is a
positive reinforcement of your training at Connor Hostel. You can
think of it as the ultimate test of your willingness to do as you
are told. Even if your actions are perfect, you are going to be
spanked and whipped several times. If it's not perfect, you'll
also receive several switching as well. Lastly if you think this
finger feels good (and with that statement I pushed upwards with
more force), you will receive several nice long hard fucking,
right in this little cuntie of yours."

I removed my finger at last and ordered her to turn around and
assume the correct front display of herself. Again I applied
copious amounts of oil to this side. Here her cute little titty
buds were my main points of interest at first. I took my time
playing with the soft succulent small nipples. From there I
worked down to her trembling tummy and onward to the pink
hairless slit between her legs. This time I only played with the
outside of the plump lips before working the inside of her legs
to her knees. It was now time for her long and protracted, across
the lap, bare- naked spanking to begin.

For this I had a special bench. It was very much like an
adjustable padded "weight bench". The padding was covered with a
soft, smooth and shiny, bright red plastic vinyl covering. One
half of the top could be raised upwards, to a 45 degree angle,
and provide a surface to lean back on. Its width was only about
one foot and permitted my legs to straddle over each side. The
height was perfect because while sitting with my feet flat on the
floor, and straddling each side of the bench, my knees were level
with the bench top. The 45?-angle back was also just right. This
allowed a little girl to be positioned across my lap more
directly on top of my loins instead of my legs (as would be the
case if I were sitting erect in a standard chair). Also my right
hand was a little further away from its target and could apply a
more sweeping and thus stinging stroke.

"Step back a little. You will follow me over to this red padded
bench. Now stand right here beside it and lower your hands down.
Put them behind you...No, not on your bottom, raise them up a
little higher. You just stand right there and look straight ahead
and don't move one bit."

Janet's little hands had to be rendered useless to her. Only this
way could I apply the spanking in the more leisurely manner I
desired. My cock was again throbbing in anticipation as it stuck
straight up and rubbed my stomach as I walked over to one of the
many cabinets that lined the wall of my bedroom. I picked up a
pair of pink leather "elbow-and-wrist" cuffs (the pink color was
another of Madam's touches, made especially for the extremely
small and younger crybaby types). A perfect selection for little
Janet. On returning to my subject I approached her from behind
and ordered her to bend just a little forward. Each cuff was
really a double set with a strong white cord, of adjustable
length, between the two.

One cuff from each set was attached to each of her wrists. From
there her wrists were raised, behind her back, until each came
close to the elbow of the opposite arm. The second cuff from each
set was attached to a point just above the adjacent elbow. The
cords were then pulled tight. This positioned her arms behind her
back with her hands up high and out of the way. One nice touch to
the "elbow- and-wrist" cuffs was that they also forced her
shoulders back and somewhat down. This position made her stick
out her chest, with their attending little titties, and show them
off all the better.

Before her spanking began, I had another delightful touch to
add-one of my own makings. The day before I had obtained from the
Hostel's store two lengths of the 1/8 inch wide bare white
elastic spandex. These two lengths were stitched into a pair of
simple loops to make two little "garters" to be positioned around
a naughty girl's ankles. Each garter had eight tiny little silver
"tinkle bells" attached. These would provide a lovely musical
accompaniment in perfect tune to her kicking legs as she was
being spanked. With these garters in place I reclined on the
bench. My cock was jumping in anticipation and I was also
beginning to breathe in heavier gaps. I decided to enjoy the
sensation even more by just lying there and playing with my cock
as I watched naked little Janet. She knew what was coming, and
that knowledge had her starting to play a little tune with the
bells as her knees went into a delightful panicky fret.

I kneaded the tip of my cock between my thumb and fingertips as I
watched the display unfold before me. Janet presented a picture
of total helplessness and despair. The longer she stood there the
more and higher her slender little legs fretted. A few times she
rose to her toes and commenced a short little in-place tiptoe
prance. This simple act made me breathe in still deeper gasps for
it also caused the tinkle bells to ring in concert with her feet.
Her voice also emitted a constant stream of weak mews and moans.

She was standing almost in contact with the bench directly to the
right of my waist. It was a simple matter for me to reach out my
right hand and caress her soft smooth naked bottom, wet and shiny
with oil. After a few minutes of this sadistic but delicious
delay it was time to start her first spanking for the evening. As
I spoke I reached up with my left arm and grabbed her upper left
shoulder. My right hand quickly covered her small bottom.

"You will bend your legs just a little and lean forward and lay
across my lap for a nice long spanking on your bare bottom. No,
slide a little more forward. There that's better, you're going to
keep you're lower tummy right on top of my nice big hard cock.
You can wiggle and kick all you want, but you had better not try
to slide off. If you do I'll just pull you back in position and
spank even harder. Do You Understand?"

"Oh please Master...Sir! Please, I'll be good...I'll do anything
you want, Please. Please don't spank! I can't stand pain, I just
can't. Please understand, Please? It hurts so bad bare-naked...it
does...it just does!! You just got to let me
off...Pleaseeee...Ohooo Noooo..."

I savored and encouraged her useless pleas my slowly caressing
her tiny little naked bottom with my right hand. I then cruelly
interrupted her dialog!

"WHACK...SMACK! Whap...Spat!
Whack...Whack...Whack...Whack...Whack...Whack... Whack...WHAP!
Whack...Whack...Whack...Whack...Whack...Whack!

"Aieeeee...Yieeeee! Ohoooo...It hurts! Oh Please...Not So Hard,
Please! Ahaaaaa...Ha...ha...Oh it hurts...it hurts!! Please Stop,
Please!!!"

Yes, the feel and sound of my hand on that soft smooth pink
little hinny. I just couldn't stop?I didn't want to either. The
first twenty or so were applied with long full sweeping strokes,
using the full force of my hand. I then paused and gently brushed
the small little target. It was definitely turning a redder shade
of pink. At the same time my room echoed with a delightful melody
of tiny bells ringing intermixed with the cries and pleas of a
naked little 12 year old girl. Her slippery oil covered hips were
predictable wiggling and dancing across my rigid cock. All this
created a sensation that I can't fully put into words. I started
up again, this time aiming a little lower. I did not stop again
until another twenty or so had landed.

"WHACK...SMACK!
Whack...Whack...Whack...Whack...Whack...Whack...Whack...WHACK!
Whack...Whack...Whack...Whack...Whack...Whack!

"OHoooo...Ho...Ho...OHoooo! Weeeee...he...he...he...Not on my
bare legs too!! Aieeeee...Yeeeee Stop...Stop! Please
Stop...PLEASE STOP, Pleaseeeee!! It Hurts...It
Hurts...Ohoooo...ho...ho...ho!!!

It was now time to set back and fully savior the experience. I
quickly pulled Janet off my lap and to her feet. She was again
made to stand directly to my right. I, as before, laid back and
soaked in the delicious spectacle that now transpired.

Janet was crying for all she was worth. Red eyes poured down
tears over her face, as she babbled more pleas mixed with these
cries. She had lost all concern for her nudity and the display
that it was providing. Her feet quickly went to their tiptoes and
started the most predictable and delightfully petite prance you
could ask for. At the same time she thrust her hips forward in
some futile attempt to protect that tiny blistered bottom of hers
from an imagined next stroke of my hand. They also wiggled side
to side. The act displayed her charms in the most revealing and
suggestive manner possible, particularly that small plump-lipped
hairless cuntie of hers. Her young pointed titties bounced in
tune with her feet that played out a matching melody with the
tinker bells.

I just played with my throbbing cock as I watched this wonderful
display of a naked girl. My cock demanded that it be shoved
between her dancing legs, but my sadistic side won out. Another
trip across my lap would be required before her first fucking.
This time it would also include a small little wooden paddle.
Getting up, I went to one of the well-equipped cabinets and
selected a thin oak paddle that was about a foot long. The
contact end was an oval about three inches wide and four inches
long. Perfect?and this was to be applied to an already well
redden bottom!

Back on the whipping bench, I quickly repositioned Janet across
my lap as before. Under the bench, below my bottom, was a basket
in which I placed the paddle for later use. Then, from this same
basket, I removed a bottle of strap oil. I wanted her bottom and
thighs freshly oiled before the next set began. I pored a large
amount onto the small of her back. Quickly the oil was worked
down across her bottom to her thighs. It was easy to both see and
feel the raised welts on her small blistered bottom. The size and
sting of these welts soon began to grow.

"WHACK! Whack...Whack...Whack...Whack! Whack! Whack...Whack!
Whack! Whack...Whack...Whack! Whack...Whack...Whack! Whack!
Whack!

"Ahaaaaaaa...Aha...ha...ha...ha...Ahaaaaaaa...Eyaiiiiii...
Eyaiiiiii... Eyaiiiiii! Ohooo...Ho...Ho... Please...Pleaseeee
Stop! Stop! Stop! Please Stop!! Oh it Burns...It Burns!
Ohoooo...Noooo! OHooo...Ho...Ho!!!

"Well...if you think my hand makes your little hinny sting, wait
till you feel this!"

In one motion I removed the small paddle from the basket and
without hesitation...

"POP...PAP! POP...POP...CRACK! (...On her upper thighs)
POP...PAP...POP...POP!"

"AHAAAAAAA...Aha...ha...ha...ha...OHoooo...Ho...Ho...Ohoooooo!
Eyaiiiiii... Eyaiiiiii... Eyaiiiiii! OH Lordie
STOP...Stop...Stop! Please Stop!!

"Now you're finding out what it really like to lay naked across
my lap and have your naughty little hinny spanked! And to think
we just got started for the evening- I'm afraid you've got quite
a bit more wiggling left to go...but first!"

I had waited long enough. This first spanking was now over, and
it was time now to enjoy a nice long hot deep naked fuck of this
little girl's pussy. Again I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her
to her feet directly to my right. This time as I enjoyed the
spectacle of watching her prance and dance, I also prepared for
her fucking. From the basket I obtained a tube of lubricating
jelly and worked a good bit onto my rigid cock. Janet's hairless
virginal cunt was way too small and tight to fuck dry. Madam's
orders...oh well!

I now got up and took her over to the incredible looking "fucking
frame". This device had evolved over the years from much
experience. It was an open frame device made from two inch OD
steel tubing. On this tubing were a number of seats covered with
the same smooth bright-red vinyl of the spanking bench. The main
support rested on three legs-two in the front and one in the
center rear. At the top of this frame (about three feet off the
floor) was a small rectangular padded seat that curved upward
towards its back. The front was shaped somewhat like a "heart"
(when viewed from above).

In front of, and slightly below, this upper seat was a second
narrower seat. It ran horizontally towards the rear for about ten
inches and then slopped downwards stopping almost directly below
the upper seat. At the bottom of this slop was an additional oval
pad that was directly below the center of the upper seat. The
separation of these two "seats" easily allowed a person to
recline between them while resting on the lower.

With a little creative thought I could position a naught little
girl and myself in some of the most interesting positions using
this frame. The horizontal front of the upper seat was just large
enough for my bottom to recline. My balls hung down into the
cutout of the "heart" while I lay back onto the reclined back
part of this seat. With my legs together as much as the lower
seat permitted, I was now positioned with my body nearly arrow
straight but leaning back at a 45 degree angle. Janet was made to
walk forward, straddling my legs until she touched. Where we
touched was perfect-her small tight little cunt rested right on
my rigid cock.

While still standing I made her bend forward until her chest was
lying against mine. By reaching around her waist I was able to
grab her tiny little bottom cheeks and pull her up and forward.
About the time her toes left the floor I felt my cock pop free
just between her legs. Its tip now in direct contact with the
soft plump hairless slit of her cuntie. It was a simple matter to
align the tip with the mouth of her opening. I slowly relaxed my
grip and her slippery oil covered body slid down and onto my
cock. I felt it slowly advance inwards into that wonderfully hot
tight opening of hers.

Had she slid down until her heels touched the floor her cunt
would have been stuffed full to the hilt with my huge rigid cock.
This fact was not of her liking, and therefore she tried to stay
as high on her tiptoes as possible. Even with this act she could
not get off, but it did provide for some of the most sensational
fluctuations and wiggles of her hips and legs. My hands held her
in tight contact with my body. Her hands were, however, still in
the elbow-and-wrist cuffs and could not provide her with any
support or aid. With a relaxed motion I could now rotate my hips
and thrust my cock up and in as far as I desired.

I continued for many minutes to thrust my cock deeply into her
tight hot cunt. At first I had feared that the sensation would
overwhelm me with the desire to shoot my load of cum after only a
few strokes. This did not happen. The experience was so exciting
and wonderful that the desire to let go never entered my mind at
first. My hands roamed all across her backside. From the small of
her back to the back of her small hinny, they slid over the oil
slick naked skin. Periodically I could feel her body go into one
of those involuntary and convulsive shivers. They seem to come
more often whenever I made a particularly harsh and deep thrust
of my cock and then held it in place. This also meant that Janet
would be on the very tips of her toes. This always added an extra
touch to her movements as I caressed her little blistered hinny
and felt it tighten. She did not remain silent either.

"Oh Master, Master! Ohooo...ho...ho...ho...Please not so deep. Oh
it hurts way up there...Pa..Leeeease. It's too BIG...Too BIG!
Pa..Leeease not this way, not in my baby pussy! It's going to
split...I know it is. OH! OH! OH! Ohooooooooo!! Pleaseeee take it
out!!!"

Her pleas added an extra layer to my pleasure-that, and the
continuous tinkling of little bells. After a while my balls
demanded relief-in fact screamed for it. I had to quit or let got
my load. This I wanted to do in bed, but only after one more
disciplinary set with Janet. A good overall switching. First I
took advantage of her pleas with some sadistic dialog of my own.

"I take it then that you feel my nice hard cock! Good! It just
too bad that you desire me to remove it. Cause when I do, you're
in for a little treat. A nice hard switching! Soooo...you still
want me to stop? Well, speak up! Speak Up!"

The last two statements were punctuated with good hard thrust of
my cock. It got her attention.

"Oh NO! No, Please not a switching! I can't stand the switch. I'm
all bare- naked...I just won't be able to take it! Please...I'll
do lots of nice wiggles. Anything! It's just when it going in so
deep. I'll try real hard...Please?!!"

"I'm afraid it's just too late. I've decided to show you how I
apply the switch to little naughty girls. Also...where I apply it
as well. I think that after that, you'll come to enjoy my nice
hard cock."

I grabbed her already well tanned little hinny and pulled up just
as I pushed my hips down. With a "plop" like sound my cock sprang
free of it enclosure. I felt it jerk twice before I could push
Janet away. I had made it out of her tight cunt just in time!
Another second and I would've shot my load. It was now my turn to
wheel the switch, and in the privacy of my own room.

For the means of restraint I selected the vertical iron triangle.
It had been set in storage against one wall, but only took a few
minutes to set in place. Once ready for Janet, I first attached
her hands to cuffs that were in position over her head. She
continued to waste her time with pleas for mercy. If she only
knew how they only wetted my sadistic lust. Next her two ankles
were placed in cuffs at each bottom corner of the triangle and
drawn so they could spread no more. To make the restraint
complete I pulled her hands upwards as far as they could go and
locked them in place.

There she was, in perfect position to feel the switch wherever I
wished. A totally bare-naked little girl who had just turned
twelve. It wasn't just her age, she was also the most demure tiny
little thing you could imagine. At most she weighted 75- lbs. wet
and was the ultimate crybaby. I focused my eyes on her plump
hairless slit between her legs-it was stretched open and somewhat
dilated from its recent fucking. I knew I was going to take that
switch and really wear her out with it. Particularly that slit
and her pair of cute titty buds.

First I wanted to enjoy the moment a while longer before I
started her switching. I again poured a large amount of strap oil
into the palm of my left hand. This I rubbed all over her naked
body from neck to knees. Her titties and hinny got extra
attention before I moved to that pink slit between her legs. I
must have spent five minuets caressing, rubbing, foundling,
kneading, and finger fucking. When that was through I stood up
and pressed my body against hers. I slowly worked my throbbing
cock against the top of her tiny tummy. My hands reached around
and grabbed the cheeks of her redden bottom and squeezed as I
pulled them hard against my body. I enjoyed the experience for
several minutes before letting her go.

It was now time. As I went to one of the cabinets and picked up a
two-foot long fiberglass switch, I taunted her with a few last
questions.

"Well...you ready for this switch? Are you? It's a special one
Madam Hinshar had made just for use on the tender front sides of
little girls like you. I am going to give you one really good
dose of it to. After that I think you'll find my big hard cock
sliding up inside your cuntie a much preferred option...no matter
how far or hard I thrust!"

The look on her tear stained face! Her eyes were big and wide
open starring straight at the switch. At this point she could
only utter only a long continuous stream of, "Nooo...Nooo's". I
decided to start out on the inside front of her thighs-up near
the top. I placed my self to her right and slightly to the front.
Reaching out with the switch in my right hand, I took aim and
struck.

"Wippit...Wippit...Wippit...Wippit...Wippit! Wippit!!"

"Ahaaaa...Ha...Ha...Ha....Ha....Ahaaaa...OHooo...Ho...Ho!
AHAAAA!!!"

That last one caught her by surprise. Whereas the first five
landed on the tender inter thigh that last one snapped home on
the base of the right bottom cheek. I next moved over to her
other side and worked that leg. By the time I stopped switching
her front upper thighs more than twenty strokes had landed. Janet
continued to squeal the entire time. At best the restraints
permitted her to only bow her body forwards or backwards and
twist a little. Once this motion was started, momentum keep her
swaying in the same manner. I took full advantage of this fact as
I timed the switch on her inner thighs with the forward sway.

At this point I walked directly in front of her and moved forward
just enough to let my cock make contact and nothing else. It was
a titillating little tidbit as her quivering, coupled with an up
and down thrust of my cock, added one more layer of sensation to
my lust. The feeling of being totally naked never felt so good.
As I looked down at the tiny naked little crybaby, her voice turn
to more babbling pleas.

"Pleaseeee....Please let me go! No More...Please!!
Ohooo...oh...oh...I can't stand it...Please!!!"

"That's too bad. Cause the best has yet to come! Or should I say
CUM!!"

With that statement I quickly stepped back and to the side and
whistled the fiberglass switch through the air. The last few
inches landed just under the cute little nipple of her left titty
bud. I switched slowly using only one or two strokes at a time
before giving her a nice pause to enjoy the experience. It had to
be terribly agonizing for her. Notwithstanding my like of her
small hairless cunt, the skin of those two tiny titty buds was
the most tender, smooth and velvety-soft thing I have ever
touched. Janet had a creamy white complexion and the switch left
incredibly thin bright red welts across the entire surface of
both little bouncing buds. Many landed directly on the nipples
alone.

"Ahaaaaaaa...ha...ha! Ahaaaaaaaaaa...Eieeeeee...Ahaaaaaa!! Oh
Noooo...No...No...Please Not There!!! Oh Please, Please Not
Again...Not Again...Plea.....!!!"

"Wippit...Wippit"

The first one had landed squarely across her right nipple. The
sting cut her plea off in mid word. The second landed along the
inside surface due to her twisting and wiggling. For nearly five
minutes I switched and switched. During the pauses I often tapped
the tip of the switch over both cute buds to add to her
anticipation of the next set. When I finally did stop it was more
out of my overwhelming desire to again shove my cock into her
cute little cunt then her ability to stand additional stokes.
Before I did put down the switch I landed a few more across the
twin cheeks of her bottom.

I wanted to go to sleep after I finally let go my load. For that
reason I took her straight to the bed for the final fucking. No
game playing here. With her lying on her back, I quickly mounted
and shoved my cock as far as it would go up her hot little quim.
Madam Hinshar would have been proud of the way I reamed out tiny
little Janet's cunt. The idea of trying to hold out to do a few
different positions came and went. I quickly reached around to
her tiny bottom cheeks with both hands, grabbed hold, and
squeezed tight. I was too far down the road now-just stay in this
position and do my thing. However, for over five minutes I did
fuck that tight little hole using many different types of strokes
from tip fucks to hard deep thrusts.

My cock then exploded with Cum. Once, twice, three times I push
hard with each squirt before holding it in place and letting the
last drops work their way out the tip. Like the day before I felt
my Cum ooze out of her cunt, from around my cock, as the first
shot filled the tiny orifice to the hilt. I was exhausted and
fell quickly to sleep. It was only the first of many fun nights I
would spend in my room with one of the charming little girls that
attended this training school.