A NEW BADGE

BY SIMPSON

It began last Thursday, 2am when I woke up thirsty.

I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water and as I came away
I noticed the light was still on in the room where we keep the
home computer. Standing outside the door I could hear faint
sounds of what sounded like a child crying.

Pushing open the door I saw my husband sitting at the computer,
which seemed to be the source of the sound. I crept nearer so
that I could see what he was so interested in - I knew it must be
something exciting as there was no hiding his erection sticking
out of his pyjamas.

I looked at the screen.

My hand went to my mouth to stifle a gasp, for what I saw was a
young girl, a stranger to me, maybe aged 6 or 7 being spanked
over a a man's knees, her skirt raised and her panties around her
ankles. Although the volume had been set to low I could clearly
hear her sobbing, crying, begging her daddy to stop.

But he didn't.

The scene cut to where the same child was now completely naked
and bent over a leather stool with her bottom in the air. With a
mixture of horror and fascination I watched as her daddy
proceeded to bring down a thin cane on the child's defenceless
bottom, time and time again, at the same time verbally abusing
his daughter.

"Take that you little slut" and so on.

Suddenly I had a flashback from my own childhood, remembering the
times when I was spanked over my own father's knees. He was a big
man and the spankings he gave me were always very painful. I must
have been around 8 years old when I started to associate spanking
with pleasure. Up to this time Daddy had always spent time after
spanking in rubbing some soothing cream into my burning cheeks.
But around this time he started rubbing me between my legs as
well, and afterwards I would lie on my tummy in bed feeling
strangely aroused with my teddy-bear between my legs, enjoying
the sensation as I rubbed his fur against my bald pussy. I still
have Mr Bear and think of him fondly, though his fur has been
worn smooth.

Standing in the half-light of the study I was now experiencing a
mixture of emotions.

My husband obviously had a side to him that I never knew existed,
and I was revolted and hurt at the same time. Now I knew why my
husband loved my shaved pussy and small breasts! I felt betrayed.

But as I was thinking this I realised that I could put the
situation to my advantage.

"The Police would be interested in that video, I'm sure" I said
aloud.

With a start, he spun around to look at me, speechless for a
second or two.

"OK - you'd better be frank with me" I said, "Tell me who that
girl is, where you got that video from, everything".

I sat down in a nearby chair and listened to him, his head in his
hands. He admitted that he did find young girls sexually
attractive and had secret fantasies about spanking their bottoms.
He told me how there were places on the internet where pictures
and movies featuring this kind of activity could be found. He
showed me a couple of them.

Now I put the first part of the plan into action. I sat next to
him and got him to first locate and then order a chastity device
from the internet. I chose one in a fetching pink colour, then
clicked 'OK' to order it. Next, with further threats of exposure
I got him to erase all his naughty images and videos.

Every single one.

I then took him to bed naked where I tied his wrists to the
headboard and his ankles to the bottom of the bed so that he
could not fiddle with himself. In the morning I made two phone
calls. The first was to his boss, saying that he would not be in
that day. The second was to a friend of mine called Jill. Jill
and I went back a long way.

"Hi Jill, would it be OK for me to run your Brownie girl-scout
pack tonight?" You see, I still had my 'Brown Owl' license
allowing me to run sessions for these 7 to 11 year old girls. I
had a fancy that the girls would love to study for a new badge.

That afternoon, the post arrived with the chastity device. My
husband had now been tied up for about 12 hours and was pretty
desperate to go to the bathroom. However I got there first, and
bringing his razor back to the bedroom spent a while giving him a
good close shave all over his body, leaving just his eyebrows and
head hair alone. Taking a vibrator from the draw in my bedside
table I set it on full power, pinned his dick to his tummy with
it, and to my satisfaction he came in less than a minute, all
over his midriff.

As soon as his erection subsided I fitted his limp dick snugly
into the tube of the chastity device and snapped the device tight
around his balls and locked it. Putting the key around my neck I
said "Girl Scout night is tonight - I want you to help me". He
looked shocked and did not know what to say.

Nothing new there, I thought to myself.

I then untied him and he raced to the bathroom to pee and to
clean himself up. That evening the girl-scout meeting started in
its usual way. Jill introduced us to the girls, then wished me
"good luck" and left, leaving me and my husband in charge. There
were ten girls all aged 7 to 11, all eyeing me nervously. "OK
girls" I said, "tonight will be something special - I'm going to
show you some useful tricks for keeping your boyfriend/husband in
check. If you do well you will each be awarded the 'Mistress'
badge. Does that sound like fun?"

A chorus of young voices exclaimed that it did!

We had brought with us from the house a cane and a padded leather
stool, like the ones in the video. With this was a long leather
strap. These we put to one side. With a mounting sense of
excitement I then ordered my husband to strip naked in front of
all the little girls. He was soon obligingly nude, and
embarrassed at the pink box trapping his genitals, and his lack
of body hair. I got him to kneel on top of the table, legs apart
and his hands on his head. Then I explained to the girls about
the chastity device, how men would do just about anything for sex
and how girls can use devices like this to get their man to do
anything. Pointing out to them the bulging flesh at the entrance
to the chastity tube, I said "See how his penis strains against
its prison walls! Let's make him squirm a little more shall we?
Girls - all take off your clothes please"

The girls obediently took off their shoes, their long white
socks, their tops, and then peeled off their panties. My husband
meanwhile came over all religious because he kept saying "Oh my
God!"

"You like young girls, don't you?" I teased him. He nodded,
unable to take his eyes away from the feast of naked virgins
before him. "Which one do you like best?" I asked him. "They are
all lovely" he said. "Come on, there must be one" I insisted. "I
know" I said, turning to address the girls "One by one I want you
to approach Andrew here, introduce yourself, your name and your
age, then bend over to show him your bums".

A procession of little girls then approached my husband and gave
him an eyeful of the most delightful girl bottoms he could ever
have dreamed about. Meanwhile I whispered in his ear, things like
"Would you like to kiss that bottom?" and "I bet you could give
this one a good spanking".

"Oh yes" he said, and it became clear that his favourites were
Elaine, a blonde stunner aged ten, and Tracy, a pretty redhead
aged nine.

Now I took my clothes off too, and lay on the couch. Spreading my
legs wide I then got my husband to perform his best tongue work
on my pussy, demonstrating to the girls in a very vocal way that
this was simply heaven. After a while I got him to stop, then
each of the girls took my place. He then licked each of their
little pussies in turn, his tongue spending several minutes in
each juvenile cunt. Stephanie was first to feel the rasp of
tongue on innocent little-girl pussy. Stephanie was followed by
Agnes, then Elaine lay down and got a really good licking, then
Tracy got her bum licked as well as her pussy, and so it went on.
After eleven wet pussies his jaws must have really ached, but he
had brought five of the girls to their first sweet orgasm. This
included Elaine and Tracy.

"Back on the table Andrew" I commanded, and I followed him there.
"Stand back" I said, then unlocked the chastity device. His willy
shot up proud and erect, much to the delight of the girls. "Now
my husband is going to behave himself and let each of you play
with his willy for a while - come on, don't be shy!"

My husband put his hands on his head and closed his eyes as a
succession of little cold hands closed around his hot penis,
tickled his balls, pinched his firm bottom. He was trying
desperately not to cum, though he felt their warm nakedness all
round him. After the girls had all had a turn, I showed them how
to masturbate a man. Showing them my best technique I then
invited the girls to have a go. "OK" I said, "You will each have
30 seconds. If you can make him cum then you will have five
minutes to do anything you want with him, or make him do anything
you want. If you don't make him cum then he will be allowed to
put you over his knees and spank you!"

Elaine tried first, as I said she was ten years old and a blonde
stunner. She took my husband firmly by the dick and started
slowly wanking him, her movements getting faster and faster until
her hand was a blur, a wicked grin on her young face. But all too
soon the 30 seconds was up. "Shit" said Elaine, "do I get spanked
now?" "I'm afraid so" I told her. "And what about the badge – do
I get that too?" Elaine asked. "We'll see", I said. "Stand with
your hands on your head and face the wall like a naughty girl
while Tracy has her turn".

Tracy was nine years old with long red hair, my husband's dream
age and type. She took his cock hesitantly in both hands and made
a couple of strokes, then to everyone's surprise, not least my
husband's, she lowered her head and took his straining organ into
her mouth. Tracy's cheeks dimpled with suction as she looked into
his eyes for approval. It was not long coming. With gasps of
tortured breath Andrew came, long and judderingly into Tracy's
sweet nine year old mouth, her tongue curling round and round and
over and over his glans.

I offered Tracy a tissue, and she spat out his sticky juices.
"Well done" I said, "You will be able to enjoy Andrew at the next
meeting, that will give you plenty of time to think of something
wicked".

Turning to the waiting girl scouts I said "Sorry girls, when men
cum like that it takes a while before they can do it again.
You'll have your turn at the next meeting. Now it's time for
Elaine to get her spanking".

"Elaine, please bend over the stool. Protesting, she did so.
Taking the leather strap Elaine was then bound to the stool so
that her firm young bottom was raised invitingly. "OK, over to
you" I told Andrew. My husband began by taking Elaine's own
knickers and stuffing them into her mouth.

He caressed her lovely bottom cheeks then started spanking her,
slowly at first but then harder and harder, her bum wobbling
sensationally at every bruising stroke. Elaine was crying now,
sobbing through her gag, shaking her head, trying to reach back
with her hands. But he kept spanking. Mercilessly the blows
rained down on her defenceless bum until he could give no more.
Then with barely a pause to catch his breath the caning started.
On and on, each 'swish' being followed by the 'crack' of wood on
burning skin. At last he was finished, and cast the cane aside.

My husband buried his face in Elaine's bruised and blazing
ten-year old bottom, kissing every square inch of virgin flesh.

I took her gag out and untied her.

With tears streaming down her face Elaine rubbed her sore bum
with both hands. "You can get dressed now, Elaine, but first let
me give you this" I said.

Elaine looked at what I held out for her.

It was the new badge.

******

As the meeting ended and the rest of the brownie girl scouts put
their uniforms back on, my husband Andrew's limp cock was caged
once again in its pink prison. We dressed and everyone tidied up
the meeting hall. Tracy came over. "I'll let you know in a few
days what I've decided to do with Andrew, Miss", said the pretty
nine-year old redhead. "Ok" I replied, "just send me a text
saying what you need & I'll get it for you".

The next meeting was a week away. Our nights were now filled with
best sex that we (or rather I) had had for ages. My husband was
very attentive to me now, and the little key around my neck
seemed to be an object of fascination for him. He gave me oral
pleasure whenever I wanted it, and left me alone when I didn't.
Now and then I would cuddle him, tapping the chastity device just
to remind him that he wasn't going to cum until I said so.

On Monday morning I got a text from Tracy. My eyes widened as I
read it.

"Very inventive", I thought to myself. "Andrew will have a very
uncomfortable five minutes".

That lunchtime I popped out from work and bought the things Tracy
had asked for and which we didn't have already.

Soon it was Thursday again. After work I had my usual shower.
"Girl-scout night tonight" I called out to my husband. "Time to
get ready". As if my husband had any choice! Stepping out of the
shower a few minutes later and drying myself I picked up his
razor and some smelling salts then went to our bedroom. Andrew
was already naked, lying on his back on the bed and waiting for
me. I tapped the chastity device that was locked around his
balls, a penis prison made of rigid pink plastic. I cuffed his
hands to the headboard, tied his ankles to the bottom of the bed,
and unlocked the device. My husband sighed loudly as his dick
enjoyed its first freedom for nearly a week.

His willy gently nodding, I ignored its request to be played
with, and instead shaved his body even more closely than before.
Opening the smelling salts I wafted the pungent smell under my
husband's nose until his erection subsided, allowing me to once
again put his dick into its tubular cell. Then I knelt astride
his face and felt his warm tongue inside me once again. Lovely!

We arrived early at the meeting hall to meet my friend Jill who
normally ran the brownie girl-scout pack. The girls themselves
started arriving soon afterwards, keen to learn more man-handling
skills. Jill left us.

"Shall we get undressed now?" asked Agnes, a plump ten year old.
"Wait until we are warmed up" I told them. "Andrew here will get
undressed first so we can all have a good look at him". Without
waiting to be asked my husband stripped naked then knelt on the
table as before, legs apart and his hands on his head. A couple
of the girls came up and ran their hands over his bottom. "Can I
smack him, Miss?" asked Stephanie, an 8year old with her dark
tied hair in bunches. "Yes please Stephanie, let's see how well
you can do it" I replied, handing her a stiff leather paddle.
Stephanie started to attack Andrew's bottom with gusto, but not
very accurately. I corrected her and she was soon delivering some
very effective swats to my husband's bum, which quickly turned a
bright red. The other girls watched intently to see if Stephanie
could get him to cry out, or even better, beg for mercy, but she
was little and he was strong, though his teeth were clenched.

"That's enough Stephanie", I said after a minute or so. "Would
anyone else like to smack Andrew's bottom for me? My husband had
to endure several more painful spankings in that position before
the girls were satisfied. His bum was on fire.

"Tracy will now have some time to punish Andrew in her own way as
a prize for her performance at last week's meeting" I said. "But
first we need to tie him up then give him some special
treatment". With the help of several little girls I soon had
Andrew bound hand and foot to the table, face up. Three of the
girls folded their panties and stuffed them into his mouth.
"Right" I said, "This is an advanced technique that gets all that
nasty sticky semen out of a man's body without giving him any
sexual pleasure, and without giving him any sexual relief. He
will be as randy as hell after the treatment, just as he is now,
but the difference will be that his dick will ache, his anus will
hurt terribly and he will be unable to ejaculate for several
hours Ano matter how hard he tries."

Working in a hospital, I knew a couple of ways of getting sperm
from paraplegic men so they could continue to have a family. I
now switched on the electro- ejaculation machine that I had
borrowed.

An electrical probe was inserted into Andrew's bum so that its
three electrodes pressed against his prostate area, and the
machine started its cycle. The voltage pulsed between 0 volts and
10 volts, one second on, one second off, increasing by three
volts per minute to a maximum where it would alternate between 10
volts and 50 volts. Designed for people who had no feeling below
the waist, it soon had a dramatic effect on Andrew. "See how
Andrew struggles, his bottom must be hurting a lot", I said.
"What we want to see is a steady stream of semen coming from his
dick"

It took a few minutes, and I don't know what the final voltage
was, but sure enough a stream of thick white fluid was soon
flowing from Andrew's cock. His prostate gland was being forced
to spasm and would continue to do so until the machine was
stopped. I waited until the flow had completely stopped before
turning the machine off. "That is the easy way to milk a man", I
said, then showed them how to do it manually.

"Now for Tracy's prize", I announced.

Tracy showed everyone the spiked metal glove she was now wearing.
My husband looked at it with horror. "Don't worry Andrew", I
reassured him "It's not as bad as it looks". Tracy sat down on
the padded leather stool, legs splayed to show her sweet, pert
pussy, her long red hair in a ponytail. "Would you untie and
un-gag him please?" she asked. My husband was released and soon
stood erect before the nine year old. Wet panties were removed
from his mouth. Now Tracy took a thin metal chain, wrapping it
around Andrew's balls, and clipped a wire to the loose end,
clipping the other end of the wire to a 12 volt battery. A wire
from the other terminal on the battery led to the glove. A little
conductive gel completed the setup.

"Over my knees for your punishment!" barked the little girl.
Andrew laid over Tracy's lap, his bum in the air and his hands
and feet on the floor. Tracy started touching his bottom with her
gloved hand, lightly at first but then more and more firmly, then
sliding the glove up and down and around. My husband's bottom was
already red from the spankings the little girls had given him,
now it had scratch marks all over it. "Do you like that, Andrew?"
Tracy asked him. No answer. "I SAID, do you like that", repeated
Tracy, with a particularly firm press of the glove. "Yesss" came
the reply. "Would you like to feel electricity surging right
along your penis?" asked Tracy.

"I guess so" Andrew replied. "I want to hear you begging for it"
insisted this amazing nine year old mistress. I made a mental
note to get her something to wear, something in black leather.

"Please" said Andrew. "Please yourself!" replied Tracy, now
actually spanking my husband.

"Ahh Ohh Aagh, please tie me up and give me electric shocks to my
penis!" he managed to gasp.

The spanking stopped. It didn't matter that Tracy had exceeded
her five minutes, I was quite wet between the legs watching the
display, and the rest of the girls were watching spellbound.

"Can we do it Miss?" asked Tracy. "Certainly" I replied. So my
husband found himself once again tied to the table, the chain
still wrapped around his balls. A brass ring was forced over the
head of his dick, resting just below the glans, and a wire was
attached to it. Now the magic started.

As soon as the switch was pressed Andrew's buttocks left the
table, his back arched and his teeth clenched. As soon as the
current stopped these things were reversed. I had never seen a
dick so rigid as his was for those few minutes! All the girls had
a turn at the switch. They seemed to take great pleasure in the
control they had. But all good things come to an end, and when
all the girls had played enough, the electricity was turned off
for good. My husband was made to bend over the stool and was tied
to it.

"Now for the last control technique" I announced. "You will take
the place of the man, and you will use this". I held up a penis
made of hard, polished wood with straps attached. Lubricating it,
I strapped the dildo to me and forced the tip into my husband's
bottom. "He probably won't like this, but it asserts your
position of power" I told them. No, he didn't enjoy it. Slowly
and rhythmically I thrust myself back and forth, enjoying the
feeling of resistance from his anal flesh. After the milking
session earlier his bum must have hurt a lot. After a while I
asked "Would anyone else like to try?" Only one girl stepped
forward, an 11 year old brunette called Stephanie. It looked
really strange seeing a little girl sporting a stiffie. Then it
disappeared, sliding in and out of my husband's ass. Andrew
sobbed a little from the pain and the humiliation, but then it
was over. Andrew was untied but just laid across the stool,
exhausted.

"That just about finishes the course", I announced. "But before
handing out the Mistress badges I think Andrew should get a
reward for being so good tonight. What do you think?" A cheer
went up, so I asked him "What will it be? Can you still get it
up? Without replying, Andrew rose to his feet, went over to the
still naked Tracy, and pinched her ass. "I would like to fuck
this little minx!" he said, loudly. "No!" screamed Tracy, but
many hands held her fast.

"I'm not going to cum so I can fuck you as long as I want" Andrew
gloated as Tracy was tied over the stool, face up. Her legs were
apart and her head hung down towards the floor. "Mmmmm" Tracy
said through her pantie gag, shaking her head. My husband started
by licking Tracy's sweet nine year old pussy, savouring the taste
of her, exploring every fold of the rosy virgin flesh. He was
deep within her, her clitoris swelling and yielding to his expert
ministry. He pressed his face even more firmly against her
hairless snatch as his hands worked the cheeks of her lovely
bottom, pressing and kneading them. Tracy's legs started to
twitch then a rosy colour spread briefly over her chest. Her back
arched and she came, a powerful orgasm racking the slender frame
of this pretty redhead.

Then he raped her. Brutally. He just pushed his dick into her wet
but tight preteen cunt and started to piston in and out. Tracy's
hands clenched and unclenched as he did so, tears leaking from
her closed eyes. He was like a machine. Not able to cum he could
go on as long as his strength or conscience would allow.
Eventually he slowed to long deep strokes, his cock tight against
the little girl's cervix at every thrust. After a few minutes
Andrew withdrew, removed the gag, then started to snog her. I
pulled him off at that point; this was going too far I thought.
Angrily I used the smelling salts on him again and re-fitted the
chastity device.

"OK everyone, please get dressed" I said. The girls were soon all
back in their uniforms, though some had very wet knickers and had
to put them in their pockets. I presented the Mistress badge to
each of the girls, reminding them that they should not ask anyone
to sew them onto their uniforms.

"Just remember what you have learned, it may give you a lot more
pleasure when you are older" I told them.

Then everyone departed. My husband made love to me good and
proper that night and for many nights afterwards, and never again
sat at his computer, late into the night…