CLAIRE

BY TOMMY

"Well I do hope you've enjoyed your little tour of our school, Dr
Phillips" said the headmistress, holding the door open. "I'm so
sorry I don't have more time to answer your questions, but I can
assure you that your daughter will be made to feel very welcome
here."

Jeff smiled and looked round at the playground. Shit! He thought
he'd timed it just right. All this bullshit about being new to
the area and having a daughter!" Five days he'd spent checking
out the school and finding the girl he wanted. All this bloody
acting was taking its toll. What if the headmistress had checked
the false address? What if she'd tried to contact his imaginary
daughter's school. What if… A bell rang. He looked round as a
stream of children emerged from the building opposite. About time
too!

Suddenly he saw her. Yes, that was her! Couldn't mistake that
large bum, or the hint of breasts hidden under her blue pullover.
Bloody hell! This was a primary school! How the hell did girls
mature so quickly these days?

He pretended to be surprised. "Excuse me. I hope you don't mind
me asking, but what's the name of that girl over there?" he
asked, a puzzled frown on his face. "I'm sure I know her parents.
We had dinner together last Saturday."

Mrs Cayle smiled. "Oh, that's Claire Langley" she replied,
looking over at the girl in question. "Do you know her parents?"

Jeff shook his head and laughed. "Sorry, I thought I did, but
they're Mr and Mrs Taylor. I just thought for a second…. Anyway,
Mrs Cayle, I mustn't keep you any longer." He took his car keys
from his pocket. "Thank you so much for taking the time to show
me round your marvellous school. I'm sure my daughter will be
very happy here.

Mrs Cayle shook his hand. "Not at all. I look forward to meeting
her. Have you received the relevant forms from the education
authority?"

"Yes, we sent them all back yesterday. My wife is so looking
forward to meeting you in a few weeks. She was amazed at the
Ofsted report for this school. Really Mrs Cayle, you must have
worked incredibly hard!"

The headmistress beamed. "That's very kind of you Dr Phillips. We
certainly do our best." She waved at a teacher standing outside
her study. "Now, if you'll excuse me…"

Jeff walked back to his car whistling. He looked back and saw the
girl Claire, with a group. Oh yes, that was her! What a specimen!
Only eleven years old, last year of her primary school, nice pert
bum, not skinny, firm thighs, cute face and already a little pair
of titties. His erection strained against his trousers and he
opened the car door. Oh yes, she would do nicely!

Claire heard the car slowing down even before she saw it. She
looked round. A large black car stopped just in front of her and
the passenger door was pushed open. "Claire? Claire Langley?" She
looked inside and saw a man holding a piece of paper and
frowning. "Yes?" She gazed at the man nervously. What was this
about? She didn't recognised him.

"Hello Claire, I thought it was you. You probably don't remember
me. Mrs Cayle said you'd be on your way home. Can you get in
please?"

Claire got in the car and the man took her bag and placed it on
the back seat. No sooner had she sat down, she realised what
she'd done. A stranger's car? What on earth?

Jeff smiled and showed the girl a small plastic card. "Dr
Phillips, local education authority." He smiled. "Don't worry,
everything's okay." He drove off, noting with satisfaction that
nobody else was paying them any notice. "Didn't Mrs Cayle say
anything about remaining behind after school? I was supposed to
pick you up there."

Claire shook her head. "No, she didn't say anything. Why…" They
passed the turning that led to her home. "But where are we going.
I live down there and.."

Jeff laughed. "Oh dear, Mrs Cayle has kept you in the dark,
hasn't she! Oh well, never mind." He paused. "Claire, you're a
very lucky girl. You've been chosen from lots of others to take
part in the new education project. Ever heard of 'Back to
Basics'? Claire shook her head. Jeff stared at her in amazement.
"Weren't you listening last year when I spoke at your assembly? I
explained all about it. Not sleeping were you?"

Claire thought hard. Perhaps she did remember. They had so many
visitors. "Er, I think so." "Good girl! Well, this project
involves spending some time at a special school. You get your own
room, own bathroom, even a television just for you!"

He patted her thigh, noticing how her skirt had ridden up
slightly. "Your parents promised to keep it a secret, but Mrs
Cayle was supposed to tell you this afternoon. Your mum should be
phoning later, though I hope Mrs Cayle gave her the number."

He drove into a small car park and stopped the car . "There's a
loo over there. It's quite a long drive, so better go now." He
waited for her to return and asked her to sit in the back.
"There's a box of sandwiches and some juice on the floor" he
said, looking for the signs to the motorway. "You can lie down if
you get sleepy. I put a few pillows at the side."

Claire explored the sandwiches and other titbits in the box. Why
had her mum not told her? She tried hard to remember any signs
that would have hinted that something was happening. No. Nothing.
She looked at the back of Jeff's head. Maybe he had been at
school. Maybe she'd be away on that day. Maybe… She eat another
sandwich and opened the bottle of orange juice. Hmm, nice taste!
She drained the bottle and yawned. A special school? New project?
Chosen out of all the other girls! Her eyelids felt heavy. Yes,
the pillows were here. So comfortable! Her eyes closed. A special
school, just for her!

Jeff chuckled. The sleeping tablets he'd dissolved in the juice
had worked fast. With luck, she wouldn't wake up till the
morning. Pulling off the motorway, he stopped the car and opened
the back door. There was a thick blanket right at the back. He
opened it to cover the sleeping girl. Yes, she was in a deep
sleep alright! He licked his lips and lifted her skirt up over
her meaty thighs. Her tight navy blue knickers came into view and
he groaned as his huge erection begged for attention. He patted
her large bottom. So big and juicy! Just asking to be thrashed!
His fingers moved round to her front and felt her little pubic
mound, tracing the crease where her knickers were wedged between
her pussy lips. Oh yes, he liked that very much! He slid his hand
under her blouse. Where were they, ah yes, there! His fingers
found one of her titties, obviously very recently grown. He
touched her nipple and smiled as it hardened. Funny how these
things could happen eve n during sleep. What about the other
one…. He suddenly realised the time. Another four hours of
driving. Shit!

The traffic was heavy as usual but lessened as he drove north.
The last thirty minutes took him through small villages and past
huge sprawling farms. Then off the main road, a dirt track
through the wood and finally.. He pressed the remote control to
open the huge gates. Great thing about being rich was having
privacy, he thought. It certainly didn't come cheap.

The girl was small for her age but Jeff was tired and she seemed
to weigh a ton as he carried her down to the basement. Swinging
back a large stack of shelves, he unlocked the door leading to
the hidden series of rooms and corridors, long ago made habitable
and even, he had to admit, rather cosy. Oh yes, he did like his
'special school'!

Claire opened her eyes. What was that noise? Wait a minute! That
wasn't her ceiling! She looked round. A small alarm clock was
beeping on the table next to the bed. She pressed the black
button and it stopped. Eight o'clock? But where was she? Sitting
up, she looked round the room. No windows, but small lights set
within the ceiling and walls illuminated the room in a rather
pleasant way. On her right was a door slightly ajar and she saw a
toilet and bidet inside. Another door was wide open. That must be
the bathroom. She stretched her arms out and yawned. How long had
she slept? In fact she couldn't remember actually falling asleep.
She'd been in the car. She remembered lying down. Then what?

She felt the thin material of the thin white nightie she was
wearing and her eyes opened wide. What was this? Not her usual
pyjamas! She certainly didn't remember putting this on! Her hand
gripped the hem. It seemed a bit short. What about… Where were
her knickers? She wasn't wearing any knickers underneath!

Opposite the bed was a large heavy looking cupboard with a chair
placed next to it. It looked like there were clothes already
prepared for her on the chair. But who'd undressed her? Perhaps
she had undressed herself, but she couldn't remember!

Suddenly the door on her left opened and the man she'd met, Dr
Phillips, entered. "Good morning Claire, I trust you slept well?"
he asked, smiling down at her. "You were so sleepy last night, I
bet you can't remember much can you?" Claire shook her head. "I
remember being in the car, and then…." Jeff laughed. "Well don't
worry. Breakfast is ready. You can see where the loo and bathroom
is. Don't get dressed yet. You'll do that afterwards."

He left the room and went back to the large kitchen, about ten
yards along the corridor. Claire entered a few minutes later, the
smell of hot bacon guiding her. Jeff's eyes flitted over the
young girl's body. Bloody hell! Good job she didn't realise how
see-through her nightie was! She clearly wasn't worried about not
wearing knickers underneath, or perhaps she'd forgotten. He felt
himself getting hard immediately.

"Here you are young lady" he said triumphantly, placing a large
plate in front of her. "A full English breakfast! What better way
to celebrate your arrival in your new school!" Claire giggled and
started to eat as though she hadn't eaten for a week. Jeff
watched her eat, trying not too stare at her upper thighs, now
completely bare. The nightie was short, very short, but clearly
the girl was too innocent – or too hungry! – to realise how much
it revealed.

"More toast?" Claire sat back in her chair and sighed. "No thank
you, I'm full up!" Jeff grinned and cleared the plates away.
"Okay, well what I want you to do now is to go back to your room,
have a shower, clean your teeth and put on those clothes that are
on the chair. They should fit you. Your mother sent us your
measurements last week." He looked at his watch. "In ten minutes
it will be nine o'clock, and at that time you'll be officially a
pupil in the school. When you've finished, I'll tell you all
about our plans and answer all your questions. Off you go!"

He watched the little girl leave the kitchen, her big bottom
clearly visible under her nightie. In fact, the nightie was so
short, it barely covered her buttocks! He stroked his rock hard
cock and moaned silently.

Claire dried herself and looked at the clothes she had to wear.
White ankle socks, a short white vest and dark grey gymslip. She
knew what is was from the old films on television, but no-one
wore these anymore, did they? On the top were a pair of thin navy
blue knickers. She quickly pulled them on and gasped. Not exactly
uncomfortable but so tight! Almost like elastic. They stretched
over her like a second skin, hugging her bottom tightly and
disappearing into every crease. The vest was not as tight, but
seemed too short to her, reaching not much further than her belly
button. At least the gymslip seemed okay, though perhaps a bit
short as well. She sighed and looked around for a mirror.
Strange! No mirror in the room. Pulling the white socks on, she
saw a pair of white gym shoes under the chair. Must be for her,
well they fitted her anyway.

"Oh very smart!" She hadn't heard the man enter. "Well, come on
then, I'll show you where my office is." She followed him to a
door at the far end of the corridor. His office was even bigger
than that of her headmistress at school. A mahogany desk at one
end with cupboards and shelves along the wall. A white padded
table was on the right, surrounded by what looked like trays of
medical equipment. On the other side of the room was some sort of
trestle table, a bit like the one Daddy used in the garage for
doing his cutting, only bigger. Strange thing it was, very
complicated looking. She wondered what all the bits did.

Jeff sat down at his desk and smiled. "Well young lady, since
you're now officially a pupil at this establishment you may
address me as 'Sir'. Understand? Claire nodded, her eyes still on
the weird contraption. Why were some parts padded?

She looked at the man. "Yes, er, sir." Jeff grinned. "Good. Well,
before your medical, I'll explain a bit about our project. Shame
Mrs Cayle didn't do this yesterday, but never mind." He picked up
a small pile of papers and started to read.

"Experimental educational project established by Local education
authority in collaboration with County medical services.
Organiser: Dr Phillips, Chief medical officer and education
consultant." He glanced up and laughed. "That's me – remember!"
He put the papers down. "The whole aim of this project, Claire,
is to examine the effect of a completely new type of education."
He paused. "The government is getting increasingly concerned
about the falling standards and behaviour of children in the
country and has finally agreed to do something about it."

"Two worrying factors came to light during discussion. One was
the role that women play in our society. The other was the
discontinued use of corporal punishment." Claire frowned. She
knew that expression. Didn't it mean what teachers used to do
years ago? She'd seen a programme on television once. Canes,
belts, spanking…

"What was decided was to redefine the role of girls and see if
they could be educated in their new role. Do you know what the
purpose of a wife is, Claire?"

The girl looked blank. "Er, to get married sir?" Jeff laughed.
"Yes, obviously a wife is married, otherwise she wouldn't be a
wife, would she!" He shook his head. "A wife is there for her
husband to use. She will be obedient, humble and attentive to his
every whim." Claire scratched her nose. It didn't sound a bit
like her Mum!

"She exists for her husband's pleasure" continued Jeff. Her body
is for her husband to do whatever he wants with. She must learn
how to please him and keep him satisfied. She will not be his
equal. She will be his plaything, a toy if you like, and
concentrate on providing relaxation and sexual pleasure!"

Claire's ear twitched. She knew that word. They'd had lessons at
school about this only a few months ago. Didn't you have to do
things with your privates? It had all sounded very strange. The
man's willy went inside the woman and they made a baby. They'd
giggled afterwards and then forgotten all about it.

"So this school is here to teach young girls like you, not only
the academic subjects like Maths and English, but also how to
excite, explore and service your husband's every desire and
fantasy." He laughed at the look on her face. "I know you're only
eleven, but for a girl, that's old enough to start learning and
experiencing the sexual acts and associated practises that you
will need in the future."

He looked down at the papers. She was far too young to have
understood everything. No matter. "Mrs Cayle told me you're a
particularly obedient girl" he said, leaning back. "Are you going
to do as you're told Claire?" The girl sighed. Strange. What was
it all about? Anyway, it must be okay if Mrs Cayle had said so.
"Yes sir" she replied sweetly.

Jeff looked at her mischievously. "You do realise, Claire, that
you will have to obey every order I give you? No matter what it
is?" "Yes sir."

"Hmm, okay then." He winked at her. "Tap your nose three times!"
Claire grinned and did as he asked. "Hop on one leg!" She bounced
up and down. "Pull your socks up and down five times!" She
giggled and bent down. "Lift the hem of your gymslip to exactly
two inches above your belly button!" She did as instructed,
exposing her knickers to his gaze.

"Good girl. Stay like that for a minute!" He looked with
satisfaction at the way the tight material seemed to stick to her
body. "I see you're wearing the knickers I put in your room.
Comfortable?" Claire nodded. "Well, yes, but, er, a bit tight
sir." Jeff seemed to consider this. "Yes, perhaps. But the
knickers that go with the uniform are meant to be tight. They're
the rules here." He smiled at her. "Okay, you can pull your
gymslip down."

"Right young lady" he said brightly, standing up. "Time for your
medical check. I have to go and fetch a few things. Over here is
where I have to examine you." He showed her the white padded
table surrounded by various instruments. "Do you remember your
last medical exam? It was last year I believe." Claire nodded. Oh
yes, she remembered lining up in the corridor and then the nurse
checking her everywhere. It had been fun.

"Well, while I'm gone, I want you to fold your gymslip up neatly,
place it on the chair here and stand on the scales, in your vest
and knickers. Try and keep as still as possible and when I come
back you can tell me exactly how much you weigh."

He walked quickly out of the room. He hoped she'd have no qualms
about stripping to her knickers. He chuckled. After all, even
those would be coming off soon!

A few minutes later, he returned wearing a white doctor's coat
and sporting a stethoscope round his neck. Had to play the part,
he thought.

He noticed with satisfaction that the girl was standing on the
scales, dressed only in her vest and knickers as requested. He
groaned with frustration. Thank goodness she was too young to
notice the obscene bulge in his trousers.

"Good girl" he said, stroking her hair. "Well how much?" Claire
looked down for the tenth time. "Fifty two kilos sir." He wrote
it down. "Excellent. Now your height." He quickly measured her,
pulling the tape measure down to her white gym shoes. Good. Well
in the range." He picked up a clipboard. "Now then, any illnesses
recently?" "No sir." "Any pain in your arms or legs?" "No sir."
"Have your periods started yet?" Claire blushed. Her mother had
mentioned this a few weeks ago. "No sir."

"Good. Now, can you touch your toes for me, very slowly, keeping
your legs absolutely straight?" Claire obliged and Jeff changed
position as his erection got suddenly harder. "Er, excellent. No
problems there." He swallowed. Next step. "Slip your vest off and
fold it neatly please" He took his stethoscope in his right hand.
"We have to have a little listen to your heart and lungs."

For a split second, Claire hesitated, but the white coat and
Jeff's official manner seemed to put her at ease. After all, he
was a doctor, wasn't he!

"Perfect, quite perfect" muttered Jeff, placing the stethoscope
all over her back. He placed it firmly below her left preteen
tittie and tried to look perfectly casual. "Good, good, no
ventricular flutters, nice and steady." His hand brushed her
little nipple. "Any problems here?" he asked, his finger stroking
it gently. "No sir, I don't think so" replied the girl, blushing
again. If the truth were known, it did feel awfully nice when he
did that, but of course, she couldn't say so!"

Jeff stood up and looked at his watch. Time for the next test!
Please let her obey! He remembered how some of the other girls
had reacted. Idiots! He gave her back the vest. "Okay, put this
back on. I've just realised that I have to check the post this
morning. Mrs Cayle should have sent a few more forms."

He stopped halfway to the door. "I'll only be a few minutes.
Could you just slip your knickers off and get on that table for
me? On all fours please. Like a little pussy cat. Just a few more
things and we'll be done!"

He walked out quickly. Always better to avoid any discussion, he
thought. She has to decide herself.

Claire watched the door close. What? Knickers off? On all fours?
She couldn't remember the nurse making her do this last year!
Wait until he came back? She considered. He'd said all that about
being obedient. But wasn't it a bit rude? She felt her face
reddening. But then, he was a doctor! She vaguely remembered
having to show a doctor her private parts years ago when she'd
had some kind of itchy problem. She sighed. Oh well, if it was
part of the medical….

Jeff stopped outside the door and breathed deeply. Please don't
let her be another problem kid! Then again, even if she was
another shy one, he'd just have to start the whipping earlier
than planned! He stroked his throbbing bulge and opened the door.

He stared in disbelief. She'd obeyed him! For a second he felt
dizzy with excitement. What an obedient girl! On the table, clad
only in her vest and socks, the little eleven year old was
waiting quietly as ordered, her bare bum sticking up
provocatively. At the sight of her lily white buttocks seemingly
filling the whole room, an overpowering urge gripped him. That
bottom was begging to be fucked! Or perhaps, well, at least
spanked thoroughly first!

He clenched his fists. Get a grip on yourself! This wasn't the
first time!

"Good girl! Now then, could you open your legs a little wider?
Excellent. Arch your back a bit more! Lovely." He felt her large
buttocks. "No pain here?" "No sire" replied Claire, very quietly,
her face beetroot red with embarrassment. "Glad to hear it!" Jeff
put a pair of latex gloves and picked up a tube of cream. "This
may feel a bit uncomfortable but only if you don't relax." He
parted her buttocks and licked his lips at the sight of her small
puckered anus. "I have to do a quick anal and rectal examination.
It will only take a minute."

Claire squealed as she felt his finger push inside her. "There,
there, just relax! Any sharp pain here?" "N…no sir" replied a
small voice. This was awful. It felt so strange! "Hmmm, I think
you definitely need a lesson in how to use the bidet" muttered
Jeff. "Hygiene is taken very seriously here!"

He withdrew his finger and removed the glove, much to Claire's
relief. "Sorry if that felt a bit strange, but these examinations
really are most important" he explained, patting her pert behind.
He smiled. She'd be finding out why in just a few hours!

"Almost finished Claire. I just need you to roll over onto your
back now. Bring your legs up further! Here, let me help you." He
picked up a small cushion and placed it under her head as she
turned over.

Her hands instinctively moved down to cover her most secret
place. Jeff gently took her wrists. "Hands gripping your legs
please young lady! Believe me, you haven't anything I haven't
already seen a hundred times before!" He started to slowly part
her knees. Claire looked at him in horror. "B..but sir, I…" Jeff
laughed. "Sorry, Claire, but I have to examine your genitalia,
otherwise I can't sign the medical certificate that I have to
send back to your school."

He looked at her sternly and lowered his voice. "Please don't
make me ask you again Claire. That would require me to administer
corporal punishment! Now, pull your knees up to your shoulders
and keep them wide apart. I won't ask you again!"

Something in his tone made the girl keep quiet. She felt the
tears spring to her eyes as she did as he said. This wasn't
happening! How could she expose everything like this? It wasn't
just embarrassing. It was unreal! What did he mean by corporal
punishment? He'd spank her? He had said something about that,
hadn't he! She sobbed quietly and then gasped as she felt his
fingers on her 'private bit' as her mummy called it.

"Legs further apart please!" Jeff parted the girl's pussy lips
and whistled softly. Beautiful! Her light pink labia were rather
plump, not like some of the skinny girls he's had in the past. A
tiny preteen clitoris peeped cheekily at him from under its hood
and he stroked it gently. The girl gasped and stiffened as though
electrified. He pretended not to notice. The entrance to her
small vagina beckoned him and he slid his finger inside, waiting
for her reaction. The girl squealed. "Owww, sir , please, that
hurts sir!" He smiled and and withdrew his finger. Yes, hymen
intact, still a virgin! Though not for long!

He tickled her pussy, resisting the urge to stick his tongue
inside. Save that for later!

"Okay Claire, everything's fine. You see, it wasn't really that
bad was it?" he asked, stroking her thigh. "A girl's pussy is so
very complex!" Claire swallowed. 'Pussy'? She'd heard it called
that once in the playground.

Jeff put his fingers back between her pussy lips. "I'm going to
say the name of the part I'm touching, and I want you to repeat
it. Understand?" Claire gripped her knees harder. Please let this
be over soon! "Yes sir."

He ran his hand over her mound. "Pussy", then stroked the sides.
"Labia." She repeated the words. "Urethra." He touched her red
cherry. "Vagina." As his finger found her clit, she gasped again.
"Clitoris." She said the word and flinched as he touched it
again. "Yes, that's your clitoris and we'll be examining that,
and your vagina, in more detail during the next few days."

He patted her thigh again. "Okay, sit up. Here, let me help you
off the table."

She stood before him and her hands immediately went to her
crotch. Jeff sighed. "Claire, keep your hands by your side
please! I will not tolerate this ridiculous obsession you have
with covering yourself. It's called a pussy. All girls have one
and there is absolutely no need for you to hide it. You will
never attempt to cover it with your hands again, do you
understand?" Claire choked back a sob and wiped her eye. "Yes
sir."

Jeff smiled kindly at her. "Okay, okay, you can put your knickers
back on now. Yes, and your gymslip." He checked the time.
"Goodness me, it's nearly eleven and you haven't even done any
schoolwork. What would Mrs Cayle say if she knew?"

He waited for her to dress, then led her out of the room and
across the corridor. "This is the schoolroom" he said, guiding
her towards one of the small wooden desks in the centre. "As you
see, we have room for up to four pupils, but it seems you're on
your own this week." Claire sat down at her old traditional
school desk and looked at the teacher's desk facing her. On the
wall behind was a large clock and underneath, a row of pegs upon
which hung a variety of slippers, belts, canes and other
strange-looking objects. She recognised the canes from old
pictures she'd seen. Jeff noticed and laughed. "Oh yes, we use
corporal punishment a great deal in this school Claire! Some
people find it a bit cruel, but you know, it really does
encourage girls to work hard!" He patted her shoulder. "You'll no
doubt be shocked the first time you experience it, but you'll
soon get used to it. Girls were beaten at schools right up to
only ten years ago, so it's nothing new."

He placed some books in front of her. "There's a pen and pencil
in your desk and some exercise books. I want you to look at the
first chapter in the Maths book, do all the exercises, then take
the test. The same with the English book. There are some
spellings you have to learn on page twelve. Best handwriting
please. I'm quite fussy about that!"

He stopped at the door. "You do not leave your place without
permission. I'll be coming back in about twenty minutes to see
how you're doing. Work hard! He grinned and wondered how she'd
like the English book. Such a happy few weeks he'd had, putting
that together! Who knows. Perhaps he could publish it!"

Claire looked at the books he'd given her. They looked so old
fashioned! She looked at the first chapter of the Maths book and
gasped. Rows and rows of sums on every page! They didn't look too
difficult, but there were so many of them! The English book
looked newer and she eyes opened wide as she found the first
page. Had she seen Jeff's drawings before, she might have
recognised the style. Six small pictures were presented in
comic-book style, depicting a young girl being scolded by a
teacher, pulling her knickers down and being spanked across his
knee. The last frame showed him reaching for a cane, with the
girl looking on in horror. Underneath were written a few
exercises. '1. Copy three of the pictures into your exercise book
with a pencil. 2. Write about what you think the story is about.
At least two pages, best handwriting.'

She turned the page and was presented with lists of words, some
of them very long indeed. Did she have to learn all these? It
looked like it! She sighed and took two exercise books from
inside her desk. Better make a start!

In fact, having become engrossed in sorting out an old box of sex
toys in his study, Jeff didn't return for over an hour. He walked
to the large desk at the back and was pleased to see the girl
busy at work. She looked up and raised her hand. "Please sir, I
need to go to the loo." "Very well." Jeff looked at his watch.
"We don't have much time, so I'm giving you three minutes. Better
be quick!"

It was five minutes before she came back. "Sorry sir" she said
blushing. Jeff stood up and went to the blackboard. "You're two
minutes late young lady" he said quietly. He wrote a '4' on the
board and grinned. "That's four points you've just earned
yourself! Now sit down and finish your work." He looked at her
sternly. "You have ten minutes!"

Claire swallowed nervously. What did he mean, four points? She
tried to concentrate on the spellings. Some were so difficult.
"Okay Claire, bring me your exercise books please." The girl took
them to Jeff and he handed her a sheet of paper. "You can do this
test while I'm marking your work."

He was pleasantly surprised to see that she'd got most of the
sums right. The mistakes she'd made were clearly due to lack of
care and not checking the answers sufficiently. He had to stop
himself laughing out loud when he saw her efforts to draw the
pictures. Hopeless! As for the story, hmmm, not bad, though a few
spelling mistakes and awful handwriting!

Claire looked at the sheet of paper and blinked. Half the sheet
was taken up with a rather graphic drawing of a girl lying on her
back, legs apart and bent back to her chest, exactly the same as
her in Dr Phillips' study! However, in the drawing, the girl was
holding her pussy lips apart herself. Arrows pointed to parts of
the girl's privates. She read what was written underneath. 'Label
each part of the girl's genitalia.' But which was which? How to
spell them? She suddenly remembered some of those words in the
spelling list. Of course! Now, which one was the clitoris?

Jeff looked at his watch. ""Okay, Claire, stop what you're doing.
I have to go quickly through this now." He walked to the
blackboard, holding her exercise books. "Sixteen sums wrong." He
wrote the number on the board. "Drawings, well, not bad, but
could be a better! Four punishment points!" Claire stared. What
did he mean?

"Five spelling mistakes in your story. That's ten points. By the
way Claire, the last picture showed the teacher picking up a
cane. For a caning, the girl always removes her knickers and
gymslip. However you probably didn't know that, so I won't give
you any punishment points."

He sat down again. "Right. Spelling test. Ready?" Claire
swallowed and picked up the pen. "Yes sir."

The test didn't go very well at all. Claire handed Jeff her paper
and her heart sank as she saw his expression. "Oh dear, I'm
disappointed in you Claire. Twelve mistakes out of fifty words!
That's twenty four points!" He walked to the board and wrote down
the figure. "Oh, and this last exercise, let's have a look." He
picked up the sheet of paper on her desk and shook his head
slowly. "You've mixed up clitoris with vagina and spelt urethra
wrong! I think we'll have to go through all this again later!" He
walked to the board. "Another four points I'm afraid."

He saw her puzzled look and pointed to the figures. "Now I have
to add them all up. Let's see…er, four, fifteen…" He wrote down
the final figure with a flourish. "Sixty two punishment points!"
He smiled at her. "Rather a lot for the first time, but never
mind. Come here and stand in front of my desk please!"

Claire obeyed, her mouth dry. Punishment points? Was he going to…

"As I've already explained, we use only corporal punishment
here." He enjoyed the look on her face. "However, this is divided
into three levels of severity. Every punishment point earns you
one spank." He held up his hand to make it clear. "Two points
equals one hard slap with a slipper, strap, or whatever I judge
appropriate." He pointed to the row of pegs behind him. "Four
points is one stroke of the cane!" He paused. "So you see that,
for example, sixty two points can be either sixty two spanks,
thirty one slaps with the slipper, fifteen strokes of the cane-
with a few points left over, or any combination of those." He
slid his hand down behind the desk and felt his throbbing dick.
He looked at the figures again. "What I propose to do is to give
you fifty points now as a spanking and to add the last twelve
points to whatever you get later. Any questions?"

Claire had plenty of questions but her young age and confused
mind left her in no fit state to put them into words. "B…but sir,
Does that mean a ..a real spanking, I mean..I mean…"

Jeff laughed. "Yes it does Claire, and the sooner we get it over
with the better. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry, and we
still have a PE lesson to do before lunch!" He looked at the fear
in her eyes. He spoke in a friendly but firm voice.

"I know it's your first spanking Claire so I promise that I'll
make it a bit lighter than usual at the start. Please remember
though that your behaviour during a punishment is very important.
Any hesitation or disobedience will earn you double points! Now
come here and stand in front of me. Soon be over!"

As though in a dream, the girl went over to Jeff. How would it
feel? Her mother had slapped her a few times. That had been
nothing. Surely it wouldn't be too bad, surely…

"Pull your knickers down to your knees and bend over my lap
please!" Claire looked at the man in horror. Did she really have
to… "In three seconds, you'll earn another four points!"
whispered Jeff.

Tears in her eyes, Claire pulled her knickers down and leant
across his knees. She felt his hand yank her knickers a bit
further down and then lift her gymslip up over her back. Cool air
wafted over her bottom. Not knowing what to do with her hands,
and being too small to touch the floor, she simply gripped his
legs.

Suddenly, she felt his large hand on her bottom. "I want you to
count for me Claire. When we get to fifty, we've finished. If you
make a mistake, we start all over again. Understand?" A small
voice answered, "Yes sir."

The first slap reverberated around the room. The second was a
even louder. "Two sir!" Claire gripped the man's legs. It stung
but wasn't too bad. The slaps followed at two second intervals.

Jeff looked down at the girl's large backside growing slowly
redder. He didn't want o traumatise her the first time, but it
was silly to postpone the inevitable.

SLAP! Claire squealed. "Oww, ten sir. Oh that hurt so much sir,
I…" SLAP "Owww, eleven sir, Please not…" SLAP! Jeff moved his
hand to the top of her thighs. So smooth and firm! Just waiting
for..SLAP! Claire broke into tears and wriggled frantically
trying to move her thighs away from the man's hand. "Owwww!
Twenty five sir! Owww!" Jeff stopped. "Good girl Claire. Now,
stop wriggling about or I'll have to award even more points!"

By some Herculean effort, Claire managed to cease her gyrations.
What did he mean 'more' points? The slaps fell all over her
bottom and thighs at random. Jeff increased the force. SLAP!
Claire bawled her head off. "Forty sir! Owww please!!" "Ten more
to come, then it's over" said Jeff quietly. He gazed with
satisfaction at her bright red buttocks and thighs. This was what
little girls needed! Claire was never sure how she managed to
survive the last ten slaps. Her bum felt hot enough to fry an
egg! Then it was over. "Fifty..fifty sir!!" she almost screamed.
Jeff lay his hand on her thigh. "Okay Claire we've finished.
You've had your very first spanking." He stroked her left buttock
very gently. "To be honest Claire, that wasn't a severe
punishment at all! It's just that you're not used to corporal
punishment. Just wait! In a few days, a spanking like this will
seem perfectly normal."

He stroked her for a few minutes until she stopped crying, his
finger occasionally delving between her buttocks and teasing her
little sweaty anus, making her gasp with surprise.

"There, all over" he said, standing her up. "You may pull up your
knickers now." He walked to the board, rubbed out the '12' and
wrote '16'. I'm giving you four points for wriggling so much.
Next time you wriggle like that, it will be an extra eight
points!"

Ignoring the look on her face, he walked to the door. "Come on,
it's already half past twelve. You have thirty minutes for PE
before lunch. Quickly girl!" Claire followed him along the
corridor, rubbing her sore backside and sniffing. That had been
awful! How could teachers have done that to girls?

The gym was a narrow but long room with some exercise mats piled
up at one end, an old vaulting horse and a few boxes holding
balls, skipping ropes and weights. On one wall were two pegs, one
holding an old leather slipper, the other, a wicked looking
riding crop.

"Right Claire, I placed your PE kit on the chair in your room,
with another pair of gymshoes. Go and put them on please. You
have two minutes!"

Having learned the consequences of being late, the girl rushed
out of the door. Yes, the clothes were on the chair. She quickly
stripped and pulled on a short tight vest. The PE knickers were
light blue and not much different than the navy blue pair. She
slipped on the gymshoes and ran back to the gym.

"Hmm, just in time" said Jeff grinning. He pointed to the far
wall. "There's a counter on that wall with a timer and a little
button that you press. Behind you, there's another one on this
wall. Do you see the button and the numbers?" Claire looked,
fidgeting as the tight knickers eased their way into every
crease. "Yes sir." "While I'm checking lunch, you will run from
wall to wall three hundred times and press those buttons. When
the numbers reach three hundred, you can stop. You have twenty
minutes. The timer starts as soon as you press the button" He
paused. "For this exercise you get ten punishment points if you
don't finish in time. Get going!"

He watched the young girl dash madly to the wall and press the
counter, then run to the far wall. He walked out chuckling,
rubbing the large bulge in his pants. There was no way she could
finish in time!

In fact lunch was ready; he just had to heat it up in the
microwave. He poured himself a beer and looked at his watch.
Claire felt the sweat running down her face. Almost two hundred
laps! Her heart thumping madly, she glanced at the timer. Already
fifteen minutes! Five minutes left! Her legs felt like jelly. She
had to finish, she had to! She forced her legs to go faster.
Another eighty laps now. Please let her have time. She had to… A
shrill electronic buzzing filled the air and a red light on the
timers flashed. She sank to her knees exhausted. It wasn't fair.
It just wasn't…

"Well, well, Claire, you're not very fit are you!" She hadn't
noticed the man come in. "Don't worry though. You have two PE
sessions every day so we'll soon get you into shape." He helped
her to her feet. "I think that's enough for now. Lunch is ready.
You just have to take a shower and change."

Claire swallowed. Gosh, she was hungry! She started to walk to
the door. "Haven't you forgotten something young lady?" She
turned to see the man taking the large slipper from its peg. "Ten
punishment points, remember? That's five slaps with the slipper.
Come here please!" The girl burst into tears. "Please.. do I have
to sir? Please don't.." Jeff sighed. "Claire, I will say this
only once. If you don't take your knickers down and touch your
toes immediately, I'll give you double!"

Claire pulled her knickers down to her knees and bent over, tears
falling onto the wooden floor. Jeff surveyed the large twitching
posterior before him. The skin was still pink from her spanking,
but really nothing to justify the fuss she'd made. He tapped her
bottom with the slipper. "Stay in position! If you wriggle or
fall over, I'll add extra. Now let's get this over with!"

He raised his arm and brought the slipper down hard across her
right buttock. Claire screamed and gripped her ankles. Please
don't let her move. She didn't want extra! She had to… The second
slap caught her on the left buttock. She gritted her teeth. Yes,
it was painful, but she had to show him that she could take it.
She wasn't going to give him an excuse for punishing her even
more! Jeff was in a hurry. They had plenty to do in the
afternoon. He administered the fifth slap across the top of her
thighs.

"Okay, go and shower!" He replaced the slipper on the peg and
opened the door. "Make sure you wash yourself very well. Oh, and
I've left a piece of paper next to the bidet explaining how to
use it correctly. I expect you to use it every time you go to the
loo." He grinned as he watched her pull her tight knickers up
over her throbbing buttocks. "I'll be checking up on you
occasionally, so make sure you use it properly!"

Jeff had already eaten when she entered the kitchen. He put a
plate in front of her and watched her eat for a few minutes.
"When you've finished Claire, wash the dishes up and go to the
room next to my office. There's a television there and plenty of
videos and DVDs." He tousled her hair. "I always allow a few
hours of rest after lunch, so make the most of it." He went out,
jingling his car keys. Time for a bit of shopping.

Claire was pleasantly surprised when she entered the room a while
later. Thicks rugs covered the floor and a large white leather
sofa stood in the middle facing the television. Typical of young
children, she was adept at figuring out how video and DVD players
worked, and was soon watching an old collection of Tom&Jerry
cartoons. Kneeling on the floor, she examined the boxes of
videos. Some she knew and she spotted a few Disney films that
she'd always wanted to see. Another box held a mixture of videos
and DVDs. Her eyes almost popped out as she looked at the titles
and pictures. Naked men, naked women, titles with swear- words
in, words she'd never heard before, some even with children in
the picture. She wondered if she was allowed to watch them.
Better not try without permission! He was sure to find out, and
then…. She shivered at the thought of the slipper! Jeff laughed
at the sigh of the girl sprawled our on the sofa, engrossed in a
some kind of zany film with talking animals. He checked the time.
Three o'clock. Claire saw him and sat up. "Actually, when a
teacher enters, it's polite to stand" said Jeff, his eyes
twinkling. Claire stood up and switched off the television. "Good
girl." He smiled at her. "Did you have a nice little rest?" The
girl nodded. "Yes sir." "Good, I'm pleased to hear it."

He sat on the edge of the sofa. " Now then Claire, let me
explain. The morning sessions at this school are devoted to your
academic work, like in all the other schools. In the afternoon,
you'll be doing similar work, but at the same time learning all
about your duties as a little woman, sex education, providing
pleasure to men, BDSM, and lots of other things." He stood up.
"By the way, did you understand the instructions about using the
bidet?" Claire nodded, her face turning red with embarrassment.
"Good girl! Did you clean your pussy and inside your bottom like
it showed in the picture?" Claire's face was crimson. "Yes sir."
Jeff laughed. "Good! I can't stand girls who don't keep
themselves spotlessly clean! Dirty bottoms get caned and dirty
pussies get whipped!"

He held the door open. "You'll find your clothes on the chair as
usual." She looked puzzled. "But sir, I already have my uniform
on." He nodded. "Yes, that's your morning uniform. For the
afternoon sessions we have a completely different dress code.
It's actually very simple because you only wear one thing.
Nothing else at all! No knickers, no vest or socks. Just the
dress and your gym shoes. Hurry up please. I'll be waiting in the
schoolroom. You have two minutes!"

Claire hurried to her room and picked up the white cotton dress
on the chair. The material was very soft, though rather thin. She
slipped off her clothes and pulled the dress over her head. What
on earth! She looked in amazement at her small titties sticking
out of the two holes in the front. Surely it wasn't meant to be
like this, was it? Her knickers? Oh no! Did she have to?
Reluctantly, she slid them down and off. The dress was a bit
tight and really too short! She tried to pull it a bit lower. For
goodness sake! It only just covered her bottom! This was… The
time? Oh no! Please!

Jeff looked at his watch as Claire rushed through the schoolroom
door. He didn't look too angry. Perhaps he hadn't noticed.
Perhaps he…. She looked at the blackboard. The '16' had been
replaced with a '24'! Jeff smiled. He pretended not to notice her
small tits sticking through the holes in the dress. "Yes Claire,
you're late. Now sit down. We have work to do."

He handed a pile of worksheets. "These are numbered from one to
ten. You read each one very carefully and do all your work on the
sheet stapled to it. Best handwriting of course. I'll be popping
in occasionally to see if everything's okay." He crouched down
beside her and took her small hand in his. "There's no need to
rush Claire. Take your time. Later on, I'll give you a little
test to see if you've understood everything."

He stood up and went to the door. "Be good! I'll be back in an
hour."

Claire watched him leave and looked at the first sheet. This was
just a copy of the one she'd seen earlier. Yes, that was the
clitoris, that was the vagina. At least she knew how to spell
urethra now. How could she forget?

The second sheet showed a similar picture with some questions.
'Open your legs wide and use your fingers to explore all the
parts of your pussy. Which feels the nicest when you touch it?'
'Stroke your clitoris slowly for a few minutes. Does it feel
terrible or quite nice?

Similar explanations and questions followed. The third sheet
showed a little girl playing with her nipples and smiling. The
fourth had a picture of a young girl holding a strange object
that looked like a carrot. One sheet showed a naked man. Claire's
eyes opened wide. His willy was sticking up! It looked enormous.
The next sheet showed a young girl holding the man's willy next
to her lips, her mouth wide open. Claire turned back to the first
sheet and picked up her pen. Better start writing something
before he came back!

Jeff listened to the news on the radio. The girl's disappearance
had been reported, but nobody had a clue why. He sighed with
relief. He always planned everything so well, but there was
always the possibility of someone noticing them during their
stops along the way. So far, he'd never had any problems. He
remembered the little asian girl he'd trained two years ago.
Fuck! She'd been good! It had taken two weeks and a lot of work,
but at the end she'd turned into a really amazing sex-slave! He'd
kept the girl for a few months before finally taking her into
London and releasing her one night, stuffed full of drugs. The
authorities never had a clue about the truth!

Claire jumped as the door opened and the man came in. "Okay, just
give me the sheets you've finished" said Jeff kindly, crouching
next to her. "Six sheets? You have worked hard haven't you!" He
handed her another sheet and a small pencil case. "I'll just go
and check these. Can you work through this sheet for me? Thanks!
You're really doing very well!"

He rose quickly so she couldn't see him smiling and walked to his
desk. Let's see. Oh yes! He liked her answers. Very astute!

Claire opened the pencil case and took out a large rubber
pen-shaped device with a funny rubber bulb halfway down. There
was a small switch at the end and she pressed it. Immediately the
whole device started to vibrate. It made no noise, but the
vibrations seemed very strong. She switched it off and read what
was on the sheet. A small picture showed a young girl inserting
the device into her vagina, a look of complete ecstasy on her
face. Underneath were instructions, questions to answer, and a
sentence printed in red. 'This is an official test. Failure to
complete it will result in twenty punishment pints being
awarded!" Claire gripped the small vibrator and bit her lip. She
read the sheet again and looked at the man sitting behind his
desk, busy marking her work.

Jeff glanced up and grinned. Poor girl. She was so embarrassed.
Yes, he'd have to work on that! He saw her read the sheet from
top to bottom about three times before slowly sliding the
vibrator between her legs. He knew from experience the various
expressions he could expect to see on her face. Shock,
discomfort, confusion, more shock, surprise and finally pleasure,
with a bit of embarrassment as well!

He allowed her ten minutes to write down her answers, then
coughed. "Okay Claire, if you will put your pen down please, we
can discuss your work." He looked at the first sheet. "Do you
know which is your clitoris and which is your vagina?" Claire
blushed. "Yes sir." Jeff looked up and took the second sheet.
"Good girl. "How did it feel when you stroked your clitoris?"
Claire looked embarrassed. "Er, nice sir." "Good girl!"

He turned to the next sheet. "Do your nipples go hard or stay
soft when you stroke hem?" "Hard sir." Jeff nodded. "Okay, what
is the thing called that the girl is putting in her pussy?"
Claire swallowed. "Um, a dildo sir?" "Yes, that's right, but what
if it vibrates? What's that called?" Claire remembered. "A
vibrator sir." "Yes, that's right. Good girl Claire. You're doing
very well!" He looked down. "Can you tell me why the man's penis
is sticking up Claire?" She blushed a deeper red. She'd had to
read that bit a few times. "Because he's excited sir, and he's
waiting for the girl to, er, service him sir." Jeff tried not to
laugh. "Yes, that's right, but what does it mean, 'service'?"
Claire had read about that. "It means she makes his er, willy, I
mean his penis so excited that it shoots out a special cream sir,
and makes him feel very happy."

Jeff laughed at the description. "Not bad at all! Good girl. Tell
me Claire, how can the girl get his penis excited and make him
shoot his cream out?" He looked at the last sheet she'd done. The
girl looked at the papers in his hand. "Er, she can use her hands
sir, her pussy, bottom or her mouth sir." Jeff clapped his hands.
"Excellent Claire! I really am very proud of you. You've worked
so hard." He stood up.

"Right, now we'll have the practical part of the test. Take the
sheet you've just finished, put that vibrator back in the case
and we'll go to the study. Then you can watch a nice film. Would
you like that?" Claire nodded. "Yes please sir." Practical? What
did he mean?

She followed him to the study. "Up we go. Gosh you are heavy!"
said Jeff, lifting her onto the padded table. He smiled at her
reassuringly. "Right, I'm sure you want to get to the television
room, so we'll try and get through the test as quickly as
possible." He pushed her back on the table. "Put your feet up as
well, that's right, bend your knees, legs apart please!" Claire's
dress was so short that in this position, it left her thighs and
pussy completely exposed to his gaze. She blushed and tried to
pull her dress over her knees to no avail. "Please sir..I…" Jeff
moved her hands away and spoke softly.

"First exercise Claire. You have ten seconds to show me very
clearly which is your clitoris and which is your vagina. I'm
counting from now!" Claire opened her legs and pulled her pussy
lips apart. "Here..and here sir" she said quickly. Jeff looked
closely. "Okay, that's correct. Stroke your clitoris for me
please! That's right, very gently. No, keep going until I tell
you to stop. Good girl. Okay, that's enough. No, keep your legs
in that position please! Now I want to see you make your nipples
go hard. Ten…nine…" Claire stroked her little nipples until they
were erect. Jeff felt them and laughed. "Oh, very nice and hard.
Well done!"

He handed her the small vibrator. "Show me what you do with this
please!" Claire pressed the switch and put the end in her small
vagina. "Further please" ordered Jeff quietly. "That rubber bit
is supposed to press against your clitoris." Claire pushed it in
another inch and grimaced. "Okay, that's enough" said Jeff. He
didn't want to rupture her hymen just yet. That particular job
was already planned for tomorrow.

He breathed deeply and felt his erection suddenly grow even more.
Yes, it was time!

"Have you ever seen a man's penis when it sticks up?" he asked,
lifting her down from the table. "No sir, never" she replied,
pulling her dress down as far as it would go. Jeff swallowed.
"Well the last part of the test, before you see the film, is to
look at my penis and try and make it excited. Are you ready?"
Claire looked at him with big eyes. His willy? But…but…

"Undo my belt and take my trousers down please" ordered Jeff, his
heart beating faster. Claire did as he said. A man's penis?
Sticking up? Yuck! She pulled his trousers down and stared in
amazement at the obscene bulge in his underpants. Was that…? Was
it really..?

"Take those right down Claire and hold my penis in both hands!"
Her hands shook as she pulled his pants down. Her mouth fell
open. It was so big! How could men have one of these things? Her
small hands closed around it and Jeff groaned.

He pulled up a chair and sat on the edge. "Kneel down please
Claire. Keep a firm grip on the penis!" She knelt down in front
of him holding his cock firmly, now only inches from her face.

"Do you remember the picture on the last sheet Claire?" he asked,
trying to keep his voice steady. The feel of her little hands
round his throbbing cock was almost too much to bear. He had to
be quick. Claire nodded. Yes, that had been the picture of the
girl with the man's willy in her mouth. Surely she wouldn't have
to..

"When a girl makes a man's penis excited, some special cream
shoots out of the hole in the top. You've already learned that.
It must never go anywhere except somewhere inside the girl,
either her pussy, her bottom or mouth. That's very important
Claire. Are you listening?" Claire jumped. "Yes sir, really sir!"
She'd be examining the hard twitching cock in her hands. It
looked wet at the top.

"Put your other hand just here and stroke gently, very gently" he
said softly, moving her left hand to his balls. Fuck! That was so
good! "Lick the top with your tongue and taste it please!" Claire
hesitated for a second, then did as he said. Jeff laughed. "See,
that's a bit of the cream that's leaked out. Taste's salty
doesn't it?" Claire nodded.

"Listen very carefully now Claire. This is very, very important.
It's the last part of the test." The little girl's fingers teased
the back of his balls and he gasped. Shit! He was going to come
any second! "You have to rub the penis a bit faster and put the
end- yes that bit- in your mouth. When the cream shoots out, make
sure you swallow it all. You mustn't let even one drop escape.
That's very important. Oh, and don't stop until I tell you!" He
held her hand gently and showed her how to rub it along the whole
shaft.

The tone of his voice became serious and the girl looked up.
"Because this is so important, there will be a lot of punishment
points if you don't do it properly. An awful lot of points!"

Claire looked at the throbbing monster in her hand and swallowed
nervously. It was disgusting! How could she… But the punishment
points?

"Okay Claire, the cream's coming any second now. It's going to
shoot out very fast so keep your lips tight round the end. Rub a
bit faster! Quickly, in your mouth! Do it girl! Quickly!"

Claire opened her lips as wide as she could and took the end of
his cock in her small mouth. It was enormous! How on earth..?
"That's right all in! Tickle the end with your tongue! Faster
girl! Faster! Here it comes!"

He held her head gently in his hands and closed his eyes, his
mouth open in a silent moan as he started to come. Of shit! Oh
shit! Yes! Yes! This was fantastic! She was going to empty his
balls!

Claire felt her mouth fill with the man's warm salty cum and
swallowed it as fast as she could. Another load filled her mouth
and she coughed, then swallowed again. This was horrible, so
disgusting! Why did he make her do it? More of the fluid shot
into the back of her mouth and she gagged, pulling her head back
off the man's cock. A trickle of cum ran down her mouth and onto
her dress. She coughed for a few seconds and swallowed what she
had in her mouth.

"Better lick up everything you can!" she heard the man order in
an angry voice. "Don't stop rubbing till I tell you!"
Desperately, the girl licked the cum from his now slightly softer
penis, her hand continuing to rub. The looked up and shivered.
The man was gazing at her, his eyes cold. Secretly Jeff was
delighted. He hadn't really expected her to perform perfectly the
first time, and it had felt so very, very good. Still, he had to
maintain discipline!

"What's that on your dress?" He pointed to a small stain.
Claire's lip trembled and tears came to her eyes. "Sorry sir, I'm
sorry, I did try and swallow everything sir, I did…" "Okay, okay!
" Jeff stood up. "Pull up my pants and trousers!" He waited for
her to finish, grinning at the way her tiny hands fumbled with
his zip.

"Okay Claire, time for your marks. You stopped rubbing the penis
for a few seconds near the end. Ten punishment points." Claire
felt tears run down her cheeks. But she'd tried so hard. She
really had! "You also stopped stroking the balls. Another ten
points. You didn't keep the penis in your mouth. Twenty points!
Not all the cream went in your mouth. Twenty points! Finally, you
dropped some on your dress and also forgot to thank me nicely
afterwards. Remember the last sheet you read? Ten points. Let's
see, that makes seventy points! That's an awful lot isn't it
Claire! How on earth is your bottom going to cope?"

The little girl burst into tears and buried her face in her
hands. This was just not happening! Please! Make it all stop,
make it a dream, anything! The tears ran through her hands and
fell to the floor. Jeff pulled gently took her by the waist and
pulled her to him. "Sshh, there there, it may not be as bad as
all that!" His hand slipped under the back of her dress and felt
her large buttocks. He stroked them slowly. "Perhaps, just
perhaps I can bend the rules a little, hmmm?" His other hand
teased her nipple. He did love the way her immature titties stuck
out the holes in the dress. So very provocative!

She looked up, her eyes red. What had he said? Bend the rules?
Jeff teased her nipple till it was rock hard. "Suppose, just
suppose that I give you another chance? The fact is, you'll have
a bit of time before bed tonight. Now, if you promise not to say
anything to anyone, I might just allow you to have another go.
What do you say?" Claire nodded her head vigorously. "Yes sir, oh
yes please sir!" Jeff laughed. "Okay then. What I propose is to
allow you to try again and, if you do it properly, I'll knock
fifty points off. That means only twenty points. I think your
bottom can easily take that, yes?" Claire wiped her eyes. "Yes
sir, thank you sir" Twenty points? That meant twenty spanks, or
ten with the slipper or, well a few with the cane. She wondered
what that felt like. Must be painful!

"Okay then. Run along to the television room and watch the video
I've put in. It's all about ways of pleasuring a man. You'd
better pay attention because you'll be having a short test
afterwards. Off you go!"

Claire ran out of the room, licking her lips. She could still
taste that salty cream from the man's willy. She had to try
harder next time. Had to avoid all those points!

Jeff yawned and sat back in the chair. Oh yes! That had been
good, and he had another one to look forward to later! He felt
his cock harden and sighed. She hadn't emptied him completely.
Still plenty left! He thought of his plans for the rest of the
afternoon. Hmmm, oh yes, the PE lesson. Mustn't forget that!

The video was so very, very rude, but Claire watched transfixed
as the little girl in the film sucked the man's cock, groaning
with pleasure every few seconds. One of Jeff's discoveries years
ago in Amsterdam, it had clearly been watched hundreds of times.
Claire swallowed. She could still taste some of that cream. The
girl on the screen was with a different man now and giggling.
There was a close-up of the man's penis, then a shot of him
putting it in….. Claire watched spellbound as he slid it slowly
deep inside the girl's bottom. How could she enjoy it? Didn't it
hurt? She was making funny noises and clearly having a good time!
The next scene was worse. Claire put her hand between her legs.
Ouch! How could such a big willy fit in there? The final scene
simply showed the girls laughing as she was spanked by all three
men. Her bum looked quite red but she seemed to love it. How….

"Finished?" Jeff stuck his head round the door. "Good. It's
nearly time for your second PE lesson, so go to the schoolroom,
answer the questions on the piece of paper and then get changed."
He looked at her switching off the television. "In the afternoon,
you have a different PE kit. I've put it on the chair. It's very
similar to the dress you're wearing. Just one simple vest, that's
all. Oh, and Claire, now I've shown you what to wear, make sure
you keep everything neatly in the wardrobe. Off you go!"

Claire trotted to the schoolroom. The questions were easy. All
about the video. She finished in a few minutes and went to her
room. What had the man said? Oh yes, everything in the wardrobe!
She folded up her clothes from the morning and placed them on a
shelf. Better get to the PE room quickly! The man hadn't exactly
said how fast, but better not take any chances!

She removed her white dress and placed it in the wardrobe with
the others. Hope the man didn't come in while she was completely
naked! The PE kit? She picked up what looked like a white
leotard, No, it was a sort of vest. She saw the small holes in
the front and groaned. Oh no! Another one that showed her
titties! It was tight but very elasticated. She pulled it on and
paused, a puzzled look on her face. It only came down to about an
inch below her belly button, no further. So what about lower
down? The man hadn't said anything about her PE knickers. He must
have made a mistake surely? He wouldn't expect her to do PE just
like this! It would be so embarrassing. No, he must have
forgotten to tell her to wear the knickers. Only…. Perhaps it
would be safer to check first!

The door of the gym opened and Jeff watched the young girl enter,
covering her crotch area with her hands, her face red. "Right
Claire, let's get started. I've put some exercise mats on the
floor. I thought you could do some stretching and bending first."

Claire swallowed. "Er, please sir, I…" Jeff looked at her
crossly. "What is it now girl?" She turned a brighter shade of
red. "Sir, shouldn't I wear PE knickers as well sir? This doesn't
come all the way down." Jeff pretended to look puzzled. "But it's
not meant to. It's a PE vest. As for your PE knickers, you only
wear those in the morning. No knickers are worn in the afternoon,
remember?"

Claire's mouth felt dry. Cool air wafted over her bare buttocks
reminding her how she must look. Jeff pretended not to notice her
obvious discomfort, or the fact that she was covering her
privates. "As I was saying, I want to see how supple you are.
You'll be eating in an hour so I think we'll have thirty minutes
for exercises, twenty minutes for the race, then you'll have ten
minutes left for a nice shower. Come on, on the mat please.
Running on the spot. Quickly Claire!"

Something in his voice made Claire run to the mat and start
jogging. It was impossible to do this with her hands where they
were and tears came to her eyes as she was forced to expose
everything she had. Jeff whistled softly at the sight of the
young nubile girl bouncing up and down. The tight vest merely
served to exaggerate her cheeky buttocks that were wobbling as
she ran. Even her little protruding titties were shaking
provocatively.

"Good girl. Now touching your toes. Legs straight. Come on, fifty
times!" He walked slowly round her. "Good. Now some knee bends.
Legs further apart, that's right, down slowly, up…keep going!" He
checked the time. Oh, this was wonderful! "Come on Claire, right
down!" As he passed in front of her, she suddenly saw he had the
riding crop in his hand, slapping the strip of leather at the end
softly into his palm.

"Lie on your back now, legs in the air, legs up! Come on , yes,
hands supporting your sides. Let's have some bicycle riding shall
we? Faster Claire, faster!" Her little legs moved round as she
did as she was told, occasionally darting nervous glances at the
crop in his hand.

"Right, legs straight up please! Now as far apart as you can,
nice and slowly. I said slowly Claire!" She gasped as she felt
him tap her pussy with the crop. Back together, yes slowly. Open
them again, yes, wider Claire!" He tapped the crop on her pussy
again, much harder. Ow! "Keep doing that until I tell you to
stop!" Too tired now to worry any more about how she looked,
Claire didn't see the man laugh as she spread her legs wider
apart. Jeff blinked. Oh, now that was such a beautiful sight!

Shit! Look at the time! "Up you get Claire. You just have the
race to do now, then you can shower and have something to eat."
He laughed. "I don't know about you, but I'm ravenous. I'll just
go and get it ready while you're running."

He didn't even give her time to rest. Claire watched in horror as
he went to the timer on the wall and pressed the button. "Three
hundred laps, twenty minutes. Good luck!"

He placed the riding crop on its peg and left the room. Claire
burst into tears and ran frantically to press the button again.
Now she had to run, and run fast. Not fair, just not fair! Not
fair….

Jeff put another potato in his mouth and glanced at the clock. He
wiped his mouth. Right, almost twenty minutes. Warm her bum, get
her in the shower and have dessert while she had a shower. He
leaned back and closed his eyes. Oh yes. This was the life! He
checked the time again. Hmmm, no hurry. Besides, she'd be all
sweaty. Why not wait a few minutes?

Claire's heart pounded in her chest. The counter said two hundred
and ten. The timer said seventeen minutes. Perhaps, just perhaps,
if she tried… The sweat poured down her. For a few seconds she
couldn't see as a bead of sweat trickled into her eye. Almost
there. Almost…

The buzzer sounded. Two hundred and fifty seven laps! She
collapsed onto one of the exercise mats and cried. She'd done
better than before! He might give her only a few slaps. That
slipper was so painful! It stung so much! Slowly, her heart rate
dropped. A small voice in her head tried to reason with her. Come
on! Yes, the slipper was painful, but the pain went away pretty
quickly afterwards! Don't be such a baby! Besides, her rumbling
stomach told her there were other things to think about. She was
so hungry! Why not show him that she could take it? Come on, be a
big girl Claire! He'll slap your bum with the slipper and that
will be that!

As on cue, the door opened. Jeff looked at the timers. "Oh
Claire, I'm so sorry!" he said trying to look concerned. I
thought that perhaps you might have beaten the timer this time.
Never mind, it's early days yet. He turned so she couldn't see
him grinning. The slipper felt heavy as he took it from the peg.
"Bend over please. Ten slaps and then you can have your shower
and come and eat."

Claire, about to touch her toes, looked at him in dismay.
"But…but, you gave me five slaps last time sir. It was five sir,
really, I remember sir.." Jeff shook his head. "Yes, it was five
slaps, but I have to add on another five every time you fail the
test. I'm sorry Claire, but those are the rules. Now, bend over,
touch your toes and stick your bottom out!"

Jeff gazed lustfully as the little girl stuck out her beautiful
half moon bottom. Now that was a bum just begging to be thrashed!

Claire never knew how she got through the ten hard slaps but
somehow she did. Towards the end, it felt like fire was burning
her skin off. The tears ran profusely onto the floor, but she
stayed in position. She'd show him!

"Good girl. You may stand up now. It's all over" said Jeff,
putting the slipper back. "Run and have a shower, then put your
afternoon dress back on. I already put your meal on the table, so
you can start. Don't take too long! You still have some homework
to do before bedtime.

Claire ran sobbing to her room, hands clasped tightly to her red
posterior. Jeff licked his lips. If she only knew…..

Twenty minutes later and he watched her as she finished another
burger and reached for more ketchup. The business of filling her
tummy had made her forget her ordeal earlier and she munched her
way quickly through everything he'd put out. From his position on
the other side of the table, where he was drinking coffee, Jeff
enjoyed a rather nice view between the girls legs. Her innocence
had clearly prevented her from realising that her ridiculously
short dress allowed her no modesty at all when seated.

"If you've finished Claire, I've put a few sheets on your desk.
It's getting late but I want you to finish them before bed. We
have a timetable and it's important to stick to it!" He put his
coffee down. "There are also some punishment points still written
on the blackboard. I will allow you to decide if you wish to
receive them tonight or leave them for tomorrow." Claire spoke up
immediately. "Oh tomorrow, please sir?" "Very well" said Jeff
quietly. He frowned. "Do remember that if you don't perform well
in your test later, you'll have seventy added to those! Even if
you do well, I still have to add twenty, remember?" Claire
nodded, her face pale. She must do it properly next time. Must
swallow everything and… "Well then, run along and make a start.
It's getting late!"

In the schoolroom she looked at the '24' written on the board.
She suddenly realised. Even if she did well later, it would still
go up to forty four. Forty four points!

She sat down and started on her homework. The first two sheets
were similar to what she'd already seen. The rest were slightly
different, with pictures of a young girl having something put in
her bottom. She read what was written. It was called a
'Butt-plug'. The next sheet contained questions about what she'd
read. So that was what it was for! To get her bottom used to
being used. She picked up her pen. Had to work fast. He'd be
coming to send her for her shower soon. Must finish. Must!

Jeff waited till he heard the shower stop then opened the door.
"I've just marked your homework young lady. Very good, most of
it, but you made three spelling mistakes." He surveyed the little
girl before him, a large towel wrapped tightly round her.
"However, that's only three points, not much! Simply takes the
total to twenty seven."

He saw the look in her eyes. "Hey, don't worry. It could be a lot
worse. But you're going to make sure that it won't be a lot
worse, aren't you Claire?" She heard the tone of his voice and
nodded. "Yes sir, I..I'll try sir." "Good girl. Now let's get
this on you." He held her short nightie and pulled it over her
arms as she held them up. He did it slowly, enjoying the view of
her plump pussy while it was pulled over her head, and resisting
the urge to tickle it; he wanted her relaxed for her task.

She looked so sweet, so very, very sweet. He spoke very softly.
"All I want you to do now, is just what you had to do before, but
this time, making no mistakes. I want you to take your time. When
you taste the cream, you pretend that it's the most delicious
thing in the world. Understand?" Claire nodded, twisting her
thumbs nervously. "Okay then, I'm waiting Claire!"

She swallowed and took a deep breath. Her hands trembled as she
undid his belt. Pulling down his zip, she could already feel his
bulge pushing against his trousers. His pants followed his
trousers and for the second time, she gazed in awe at his huge
erection pointing straight at her.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pointed to the floor. She knelt
down and took his penis in both hands. It felt so heavy! Please
let her do it right, please! There was a drop of precum on the
tip of his glans and she licked it off. She had to show she was
trying! Gently feeling his balls with one hand, she started
rubbing the shaft, slowly at first. Her tongue played over the
tip of his cock. Jeff put his head back. Oh fuck! That was so
good! Oh yes, she was definitely getting better at it!

Her hand moved faster now and her finger tips found the sensitive
area on his balls. Oh yes, that was good! Suddenly he felt her
hot little mouth envelope the end of his cock and suck it hard,
her tongue teasing all the time. Oh shit! He couldn't hold off
any longer. A dam broke inside him.

Claire's eyes widened in horror as her mouth was filled with hot
semen and she swallowed quickly, remembering this time to keep
her hands busy and her lips tight around his pulsating penis.
Jeff gasped in amazement as her tongue continued teasing his
glans, her hand pumping every last drop out of him. A second and
third spurt continued to fill her mouth, for a second almost
making her choke, but she just managed to swallow in time.
She felt the throbbing penis start to soften slightly and the
spurts of cream stopped. Popping the less swollen glans out out
her mouth, she continued to kiss, lick and tease it with her
tongue, coaxing every last drop out, making little appreciative
noises as though licking an ice cream.

Jeff raised his head and watched her for a while. His body felt
drained, and begged for sleep. "Okay, you can stop now." Claire
stood up and looked at him, as if trying hard to choose the right
words. "Please sir, thank you very much sir!" She looked worried.
Had she said the right thing? Jeff laughed. "That's okay. Did you
enjoy it?" Of course she hadn't liked it! So yucky, she thought.
"Yes sir, I liked it very much!" Jeff stood and pulled his
trousers. "Hmm, that's good, because you'll be doing it tomorrow
as well."

The poor girl looked so sleepy. What time was it? Bloody hell! He
picked up something he'd left on the chair. "Before you go to
sleep Claire, I just have to put this butt-plug in. It's a small
one, so don't be scared." He picked it up and showed her. She
touched the black rubber and he gave it her to hold. She turned
it around. It certainly didn't look small to her! "Here's a tube
of cream and we place some all over it like this, see?"

He pushed her gently to the bed. "On all fours again please, like
a little pussy cat, remember?" Claire looked at him in terror.
B..but.. Jeff laughed. "Don't be silly! It feels strange at
first, but you'll soon get used to it. On all fours, head down,
bottom up, now!" The tone of his voice was enough, and she got
into position, her face reddening as she felt the air on her bare
bum. Why was this nightie so short?

Jeff licked his lips at the sight of her pert bottom sticking up.
He pulled the nightie further along her back. He could feeling
himself getting hard again. Another blowjob? No, he was
exhausted!

"Knees wider apart, yes, that's better. Now relax." Taking the
tube, he put a large drop on his finger and pushed it gently into
the girl's tight bum-hole. She jumped. "Don't worry!" Jeff
laughed. "That's just to make it easier for it to go in. Please
relax Claire. If you relax all the muscles here, it's a lot
easier. I'm putting it in now."

Claire felt him remove his finger. That had been horrible. She
remembered when he'd examined her 'there' in the morning. Awful,
just awful! Suddenly something pressed against her bottom again.
It was pushing so hard! It was hurting! "Owww, please sir,
please, stop sir!" The man stopped and she felt him change
position and put an arm round her waist. "Right, listen to me
very carefully Claire!" Jeff was angry. He wanted a drink, a
shower and bed! "This is going in, even if it takes all night!
Now listen! Relax! Just stop tightening the muscles in your anus!
It will be over in seconds. Otherwise…." He didn't finish.

He pushed the butt-plug in again, ignoring the girl's pathetic
sobbing. "There, you see! Finished!" He pulled her nightie back
down. "Lie down now Claire. You must be exhausted. You've had a
very busy day!"

He waited until she was lying down. From the expression on her
face, the butt-plug took some getting used to! Jeff placed the
tube of cream on the bedside table. "From now on Claire, although
I'll put the butt-plugs in the first time, you're responsible for
looking after them. If you need to use the loo, you take it out,
clean it and replace it when finished. Same before a punishment;
remove it, clean and replace afterwards. It's only until tomorrow
night – I hope."

He stroked her hair and kissed her softly. "When the alarm clock
rings tomorrow, come straight for breakfast, okay. Sleep well
little one."

******

Jeff was buttering some toast when the little girl came through
the door in her nightie. "Morning Claire, sleep well?" She
blinked her eyes and yawned. "Yes sir, I think so." "Good. What
about the butt-plug? Feel okay now?" He put a plate in front of
her. Claire blushed. "Yes sir." She sat down and squirmed a bit.
Yes, she had got used to it, but it felt weird when she sat!" A
glass of orange juice appeared next to her plate. "Well, eat up
and then you can shower and get dressed. Oh, don't forget to
remove the butt-plug and bring it with you to the study."

Actually, Claire found that removing her butt-plug was not as
easy a she'd thought, and certainly not pleasant. One consolation
was that at least she got to wear her morning uniform and she
pulled on her vest, knickers and gymslip with a pleasure she
never thought she'd feel.

"Thank you Claire." In his study, Jeff took the proffered
butt-plug from the girl and placed it in a drawer. He took out
another, a larger, longer black monster that made Claire stare
with horror. Jeff laughed. "This is what's going in next, though
I think we'll wait until after lunch." He placed it on the desk.
"Anyway Claire, you'll be pleased to hear that you passed your
test last night, so I've deducted fifty points from the seventy
you earned before. That makes only twenty, which, added to the
other points, makes forty four." His smile faded. "However,
because of the fuss you made when I inserted your butt-plug, I'm
giving you ten points, making a grand total of fifty four."
Claire swallowed and looked at him pleadingly. "But sir, I…"
"Don't interrupt please!" He sighed. "The problem is Claire, that
I don't like starting a new day with so many points owing. I
think for your own sake, it's best to use them up now." He turned
his chair and patted his knee. "Knickers down please Claire! We
haven't got all day!"

It was a dream! Was it real? A few tears ran down her cheek. She
slid her knickers down to her knees. "Hold your gymslip up to
your chest please!" Jeff ordered. "I like to have a good view of
the target area." He chuckled at his joke and positioned the girl
across his lap. "Right, fifty four hard spanks! You don't have to
count them this time Claire. I want to do this quickly. We have
work to do! Oh, and don't wriggle!"

The slaps were like pistol shots and resounded around the room.
Claire shut her eyes and tried to stop herself from wriggling.
She knew she'd probably earn herself an extra ten if she did!
After the initial pain, her rear end just seem to bathe in an
intense heat, painful, yet somehow more bearable than the
previous day. The slaps covered every inch of her large bouncing
buttocks, occasionally further south to her thighs and, from time
to time, even just above the back of her knees. Jeff admired the
bright red half moon on his lap and aimed a few hard slaps on her
thighs. Claire's tears trickled onto the floor, but Jeff was
pleasantly surprised that the girl seemed to be making far less
noise than her first spanking the previous morning. Of course,
her pain threshold had increased. He grinned as he thought of the
plans he had for her. Oh yes, that threshold would be raised much
further!

"Okay Claire, fifty four points accounted for. " He lifted her
off his lap and wiped a tear from her blotchy face. "You start
the day with zero punishment points. Don't you think that's
good?" Claire sniffed and nodded. "Yes sir." Jeff frowned. "No,
don't rub your bottom Claire! After a spanking, you stand 
holding your gymslip up until I've finished with you!" The girl
obediently pulled the hem up to her chest and was slowly turned
around so Jeff could view his handiwork. "Hmmm, nice red bum!" he
said jokingly, giving the hot skin a playful slap.

"Right, pull your knickers up and run along to the schoolroom.
The books are on your desk. I want two chapters from each book,
so better get a move on!"

Claire rushed to the schoolroom, one hand wiping her eyes, the
other hand rubbing a particularly sore area on her thigh. Two
chapters? From each book? But… She sat down at her desk and
started on the maths. At least it wasn't very difficult; just so
many sums to do! But two chapters!

Jeff poured himself another coffee and checked the time. Nine
thirty. Give her a few hours, then a nice long PE session. Hmm
yes, and perhaps a hygiene check. Yes, they hadn't done one of
those yet! Oh yes, and what about introducing her to the cane?
Now, time to check the post, make a few phone calls and see what
was happening in the world.

In the schoolroom, Claire gazed down at the maths book and shook
her head. The sums had been easy at first, but now they were more
tricky. How she hated long multiplication. It was so easy to make
a mistake, and she knew what that meant! Perhaps a bit from the
English book now, and come back to the maths later.

She opened the other book. What was this? A picture showed a
young girl having a large dildo inserted into her pussy. But
how..? The girl was smiling. 'Copy the picture into your exercise
book and write a story about it.' Claire groaned. The next page
had a series of cartoons. Another one! 'Look at the drawings and
write a story based on what you see. What do you think will
happen next?' The cartoon showed a tired man arriving home and
being greeted by his wife who was pointing angrily at their young
daughter. The next boxes had him caning the naked little girl,
noticing the smoke coming from the oven, his wife stripping and
being tied, whipped on the breasts while the girl played with his
cock, eating dinner while the two females stood next to the
table, gags in their mouth, collars round their necks and
something clipped on their nipples. The final box showed the
smiling girl on all fours, her bottom being fucked by the man
while her mother held the chain attached to the girl's collar.
They all looked so happy! Claire picked up the pen. She didn't
want to see what the next chapter was about.

Jeff spent longer in town than he'd intended. The traffic was
heavy today. Even the queues in the supermarket were long. The
parcel he'd collected from the post office was on the seat next
to him. It should have arrived over a week ago. Now the rain!
Bloody english weather! He checked his watch and swore. He needed
another coffee! The car park near the bank was full. Again? But
that meant he'd have to park… He hit the dashboard with his fist.
What a morning! What a bloody morning!

Claire heard the door at the end of the corridor slam and looked
at what she'd written so far. She'd started the next chapter,
then realised the maths. That had taken a long time and she still
had a few pages to go. Her hand hurt from the writing. She never
had to write this much at school! Oh no, the spellings on the
last page! Must look at them. Must do them before…

The man stormed in and took the exercise books from her desk.
"Here, do these tests while I'm marking your work!" he said
brusquely, placing some sheets in front of her.

Claire gazed at the sheets. More maths? 'A girl receives thirty
spanks, nine slaps with the slipper and four with the cane. How
many points is that?' Oh easy! The next question, 'A girl has
seventy punishment points. List all possible combinations of
spanks, slipperings and canings she might receive'. Now this was
harder. Much harder.

Jeff marked the girl's work and grinned, his erection already
straining at his pants. Oh yes! He stood up. "Is this some kind
of joke young lady?" he asked quietly but firmly, holding her
books. "This is atrocious. Not only have you not finished, but
the mistakes are unacceptable. Are you doing it on purpose?"
Claire swallowed nervously. "N..no sir, honestly sir. I.."
"Quiet!" Jeff's eyes narrowed. This work is not good enough. The
mistakes alone add up to thirty five points!" He wrote the figure
on the board. "However," His voice became very serious. "However,
the fact that you did not finish is a sign of insubordination,
and that, young lady, is dealt with very seriously in this
school! It carries no points, simply a standard punishment: six
hard strokes of the cane!" Claire watched in terror as he
selected a thin cane from the pegs behind him and bent it almost
double in his hands. But..but.. "Please sir, please, I did try
sir. Honestly I.."

"Silence!" Jeff looked at her coldly. "The purpose of punishment
is not just to punish. It also serves to stimulate you and
encourages greater effort in the future."

He ordered her to the front. Claire started to cry, her legs
trembling as she walked. "Before we start, I must warn you that
if you don't stay in position or you make a fuss, I will add on
extra strokes" explained Jeff, swinging the cane through the air.
"This is a junior cane. It stings but doesn't leave nasty bruises
like some of my other canes. It also means you can receive it
bending over instead of leaning over a desk." He smiled at the
frightened girl. "Remove your knickers please and place them
neatly on the desk! Good girl." He pointed to a spot in front of
him. "Bend over and grasp your ankles please. After each stroke,
you will say the number of the stroke and thank me very nicely."

Claire did as he said and sobbed as she felt her gymslip being
lifted over her back. "Legs a little further apart please. Oh and
do stop crying girl. We haven't even started yet! Straighten your
legs. More… Good! Stick your bottom up more! No, more! Now stay
like that!"

He tapped the large twitching bum with the cane and chuckled as
the girl flinched. Hmmm, just there…. The girl gripped her ankles
tightly. She wouldn't let go! She'd show him! She wouldn't… There
was a sharp swishing sound, a crack and then the most
excruciating pain she had ever felt right across the middle of
her buttocks. She screamed and burst into loud sobs, almost
forgetting to stay in position. This was unbearable! She couldn't
take any more- could she? She couldn't… "Do you remember what I
said about counting?" she heard the man ask quietly. The cane
tapped her thighs. "Er… one sir, th…thank you sir." The man
sighed. "One extra stroke for not counting!"

Claire felt the cane tapping her again, then.. SWISH CRACK
"Aaagggh!" Her buttocks gyrated as she sought to come to terms
with the pain. No please, she couldn't take any more, she…. "Stop
wriggling please Claire. I don't want to add more strokes on, but
I will if you wriggle like that again." He tapped the top of her
thighs a few times. "T…two sir. Thank you sir!" she croaked
through her tears.

The next stroke fell across the top of her thighs, taking her to
levels of pain she'd never dreamt could exist. Jeff shook his
head. What a lot of fuss! It was always like this, the first
time. She'd get used to it, they always did!

He spaced the next strokes out across her large posterior, giving
the seventh and last stroke on her thighs again. He was
pleasantly surprised that she'd managed to stay in position. The
girl was strong.

"Right, you may stand up and put on your knickers" said Jeff,
replacing the cane on its peg. "Then go and finish the sheets I
gave you!"

The sobbing little girl returned to her desk and sat down, the
sore weals throbbing against the hard wooden chair. After a few
minutes the soreness died down and she felt only a warm glow. She
turned her attention to the sheets in front of her. She knew she
hadn't done well on the maths. The English one? Awful drawings of
girls being tied and gagged, words she had to learn, more
spellings…

"Okay Claire, run along and get changed for PE. If I'm not there,
pull the vaulting horse to the centre and start practising.
Quickly!"

When Jeff arrived, she was already jumping over the old leather
clad horse, obviously anxious to please him. "Your worksheets
were terrible young lady" said the man coldly, shutting the door.
"Another fifteen points. That makes fifty, and it's not even
lunchtime!" He chuckled at her expression. "Well, come on. Don't
just stand there! I want to see you vaulting over it properly!"

He watched her run and jump over the old contraption. "Oh very
good Claire!" he said, clapping his hands. "It's a bit too low
for you. Here, let me just…" Kneeling down, he swiftly turned the
metal legs, raising the height considerably. "That's more like
it. Now let's see you vault that!"

He whistled silently as the young girl eyed the vaulting horse
nervously. Oh shit! She looked good! Tight vest showing two
little bulges and her knickers stuck deep into every crack. This
was beautiful! Almost better than not wearing knickers at all. He
thought about the next few days. Of course she'd eventually be
doing her PE sessions without even a vest. He frowned. Was it the
fourth day he started keeping them naked longer?

Claire ran up and attempted to jump over the horse. She landed in
the middle, her legs astride the leather top. Jeff laughed. "For
goodness sake Claire, you can do better than that!" He pointed to
the riding crop on the peg. "I'm sure I can help you jump a bit
higher if necessary!"

That seemed to do the trick. The second time, she managed to jump
over the horse with inches to spare. Jeff shook his head. Amazing
what the threat of a whipping could do!

The vaulting was followed by stretching and bending exercises.
Claire sweated as he made her do sit-ups and press-ups, allowing
her no time to rest.

He looked at his watch. "Okay, time for the race, then shower and
lunch." He pressed the button on the timer, enjoying the look of
desperation on her face. "Twenty minutes. Good luck."

As he walked out, he saw the little girl spring and press the
button again, before running to the far wall. Hope she doesn't
make it, he thought, feeling his bulge. He did so enjoy a good
slippering before lunch!

Yes, she was going to make it – surely? Sweat soaked her body as
she ran. Oh yes! Only twenty more laps to go. She was going to do
it. She was…The timer beeped and she fell weeping onto the floor.
So close. So very close!

"Oh bad luck Claire!" She looked up at the man, checking the
timer. Claire tried to get her breath back. "P..please sir, I..I
almost did it sir. Only another.." Jeff shook his head. "Well,
perhaps next time." He picked up the slipper. "Come on. I bet
you're hungry. Knickers down please!"

The twenty slaps were given hard and fast. Claire's sweaty
backside became a large red balloon. With plenty of experience,
Jeff knew exactly how hard to whack the large wobbling buttocks
in front of him. Not hard enough to cause bruising, but
sufficient to raise the girl's pain threshold a little bit
higher.

Her tears fell on the floor and didn't cease until halfway
through her shower. Her bottom felt so sore, yet she couldn't
deny that it lacked the acute stinging she'd felt the day before.
She ran her hand over her left buttock. Just a hot glowing
sensation now. Soaping herself, she wondered what the man had in
store for her later. She dreaded the afternoon uniform and didn't
even want to think about the PE session. Why did he make her do
PE dressed like that? It was just so rude! Now she had to change
into that awful short dress that showed her titties. No knickers
allowed.

She had to eat lunch on her own. Jeff had explained that he had
to go to town for a while and had given her permission to watch a
video afterwards. At least she had that to look forward to. She
washed up and went to the living room. The sofa looked so
inviting! Wow, another cartoon video! At last she could relax a
bit. The sofa was so comfortable.

Jeff drove the twenty miles to town smiling all the way. Yes, the
innocent message on a certain internet financial forum could mean
only one thing. His old 'uncle' Brian was in England. Originally
an old friend of the family, it had been Brian who'd first
introduced him to his little 'hobby' many years ago. When his
parents had died in the car crash, it had been Brian who flew
back to Britain and had helped him through the traumatic time.
Good old Brian. Must be about sixty five by now, yet still going
strong.

A stickler for security, Jeff never used his home computer for
sending his 'sensitive' messages. Even using anonymous proxies
carried a certain risk. No, it had to be an internet café. Brian
had fully agreed with this. Jeff chuckled as he remembered the
last visit. Where did Brian get those films from? They were
always excellent.

The internet café was almost empty. Jeff went to the PC in the
corner. There was already a message waiting for him. This
afternoon? Jeff grinned. He hadn't realised that Brian was
already on his way. A large grin spread across his face. He had
to explain the plan very carefully. The grin grew wider as he
typed.