LESBIANS PREFER LITTLE BOYS

BY TOMMY

Part 1

Deirdre sat back in the large leather armchair and took another
deep puff of her cigarette. She saw her hand tremble. Fuck's sake
Deirdre, don't be such an idiot! She grinned and looked at the
clock above the mantelpiece. Tina would be home soon. She exhaled
slowly, watching the smoke curl slowly upwards. Everything would
be okay! If only Tina would hurry up!

Not for the first time she thanked providence for bringing Tina
into her life. Yes, she, Deirdre was the brains. The cool,
calculating, yes even scientific partner, but....well, what would
she do without Tina?

Yes. Tina. Tina was the dynamo that kept her going. The energy,
the enthusiasm, so streetwise, so sharp, so....? The word 'evil'
entered her mind. She smiled, frowned, then laughed. Well, so
what! Yes, Tina was 'evil' but what the hell! Where would she
have been without Tina?

Her hand strayed down to her thigh and she pressed her crotch.
Damn these smart trousers! What she needed now was a short skirt.
She shifted in the comfortable chair and rubbed herself. Shit!
Where was she?

Discovering Tina last year had changed her life. She often
wondered if there could be another lesbian in the whole world as
lucky as her. Like chalk and cheese in many respects, they seemed
to fit together like a lock and key. Deirdre the chubby blond,
Tina the slim brunette. Both as horny as hell. Both intelligent
and successful. Both possessing a deep hatred of men.

Deirdre closed her eyes. Yes, both horny, successful, even
...yes, even evil. What about cruel? What about 'perverted'? Oh
yes, those as well.

She heard the sound of a car approaching and pressed her hand
harder against her crotch. Tina was here at last. Why the fuck
had she taken so long?

Had they done the right thing? Her hand trembled again. Then the
old memories cut in, and her hand became still. She clenched her
fist. Well, why not? After all... No stop it! The memories
suddenly appeared. Her father, stale beer on his breath, pressing
himself against her as she lay helpless on her small bed. How old
had she been? Nine, ten? The boys at school. How had they found
out afterwards? A foster home, childrens home. Beatings, made to
perform the most disgusting.... No!!! Men, boys, bastards!
Fucking bastards!!

It had been Tina who'd first suggested it. Deirdre had laughed,
then had thought 'Why not?'. They were both rich. Large country
house miles from anywhere. An elaborate security system. Complete
privacy.

Little ideas spoken during the throes of their lovemaking had
formed the basis of their plan. When had that been? Yes, she
remembered. The shock, the embarrassed silence, then the laughter
as both realised that they shared the same perverted interests
and fantasies. Fantasies and desires that for millennia had
seemingly belonged to the male of the species. Deirdre thought of
what they were about to do and her hand rubbed faster. To use a
young boy for their own pleasure! This was going to be such fun!

Oh yes, the photos and films they would make. She chuckled. That
had been her idea. Of course they didn't need the money. Her mail
order business practically ran itself and the money just
continued to pour in. Tina's consultancy work abroad netted them
thousands every month. Not that Tina spent that much time abroad.
She far preferred to work from home whenever possible.

The films. Yes, they had to make them! She rubbed herself harder
still. She remembered the thrill as a child, watching Oliver
Twist and David Copperfield on television, the tingle between her
legs increasing during the spanking scenes. After all, what else
were boys for?

She heard the automatic garage door closing. What time was it?
Only four o'clock? Seemed much later. So how long had the boy
been here? Only a few hours! She sighed and wondered if he was
still sleeping. She'd checked on him thirty minutes ago and he'd
been still in a deep sleep. She frowned. Had she overdone the
chloroform? No, she didn't think so.

It had all been so easy. Lunchtime outside a large secondary
school. Hundreds of people coming and going. Plenty of boys to
choose from. A couple of words spoken from inside the car. It had
taken no more than a few seconds. Tina had made it look so
natural and Deirdre had driven the car away the moment the door
was shut. The boy had struggled but the chloroform pad held over
his face had worked quickly.

The worst part had been actually getting him out of the car and
carrying him down to the basement. They'd forgotten how steep the
stairs were! Oh yes, the basement. Well, not really a basement -
was it? More like an extra floor under the house. She wondered if
the agent who sold them the house had realised it even existed.
The previous owners had obviously kept it secret. Perhaps they
rented the rooms out. No idea. Well, whatever, having a secret
set of rooms was certainly useful!

"I see you're missing me already!" Deirdre glanced up at the
figure in the doorway and stopped rubbing herself, her cheeks
reddening. Tina laughed and kissed her. "No need to stop is
there?" she whispered, her hand sliding down between her friend's
legs. Deirdre moaned in pleasure. She wanted so badly... Shaking
her head, she stood up and kissed Tina on the lips. "Let's save
it for later."

She followed her friend into the kitchen, picking up a few of the
bags brought in from the car. Tina took two cans of beer from the
fridge and handed one to Deirdre. "So, how's our little man?" she
asked, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. "Awake yet?" Deirdre leant
against the table and took a few sips. "No idea. He was still
asleep last time I looked." Tina grinned. "And er...is he uncut,
or haven't you checked yet?" Deirdre winced. She hated that
expression. She saw Tina grinning and laughed, blushing slightly.
"Yes, I did check, and if you mean circumcised, then no, he
isn't." Tina nodded. "Great. Men look stupid enough with those
things between their legs without making it even worse. Nothing
uglier than a cock with its foreskin missing!"

Her friend almost spilt her drink. "Oh Tina!" She wiped her eyes.
"Don't make me laugh so much!" She suddenly remembered something.
"Oh yes. And you'll be pleased to hear that he hasn't any hair,
you know, round his things. Smooth as a baby's bottom!"

She nodded at the bags. "You've been busy then? " "Yep." Tina
started to unpack. "Spare batteries for the camcorders and
digital cameras, a few more toys from our favourite shops in
Soho." Deirdre giggled. "Oh, and this!" Tina opened a long box
and took a strange rod shaped object out. "Found it in the second
hand shop. Look!" She pressed a small button set just above the
handle and a loud buzzing filled the room. "Cattle prod" declared
Tina triumphantly. "Just in case we have any er..any trouble with
our young guest." She laughed. "Any nonsense and he gets a few
thousand volts up his arse! Or somewhere a bit more interesting!"
Deirdre bit her lip and giggled. A frown appeared. "Yes, but
don't forget he's only a kid Tina. Perhaps we shouldn't be too
strict with him and....." She saw the look in Tina's eyes and
stopped. She understood perfectly. She remembered the evening
last year when Tina had told her the whole story. A frisson of
terror swept over her as she recalled how her friend had sobbed
uncontrollably half the night. Raped and beaten up when she was
only nine, by boys only a few years older than her. Left for dead
at the side of the park, only to be found by a man walking his
dog later that evening. How the man, far from calling for help,
had taken her to his house and kept her there for almost three
weeks, raping and torturing her every day before finally letting
her go. Nobody had ever been caught. "Shit, I'm sorry Tina.
You're right. Man or boy, what's the difference?" Tina's eyes
narrowed for a second, then she chuckled and held up her thumb
and forefinger. "The only difference between men and boys,
Deirdre, is that. About three inches!" Their laughter
reverberated round the kitchen.

Ben wiped his eyes again and sat on the large double bed, hugging
his knees to his chest. He still had his grey school jumper on
and could see his blazer hanging up on the wall, but where were
his trousers? His head was still throbbing. Where was he? What
had those ladies done to him? So difficult to remember.

The room was large and bright. A small table on each side of the
huge bed held vases of flowers - plastic perhaps? A huge wardrobe
dominated one wall and framed posters and photos littered the
others. Ben gazed at them with interest. Boys everywhere. Photos
of naked boys playing, sketches of boys being beaten by old
fashioned schoolteachers. So strange!

One door, the door leading out, was locked. He knew. He'd already
tried it- repeatedly. Next to the door was a small keypad.
Clearly you had to know the code to open it. On the other side of
the room were two more doors. The one closest to him led to a
smart bathroom. The other room was what appeared to be some kind
of dressing room and kitchen. A sink, fridge and microwave were
squashed at one end with another wardrobe along one wall. Why no
windows? The only light in the room came from powerful overhead
strip lights.

He let go of his knees and got off the bed. Much better now. His
legs didn't feel as wobbly as before. If only he could find his
trousers. Who'd taken them off? He couldn't remember a thing. A
sound? Footsteps? Suddenly, the large heavy door swung open and
two ladies walked in. The shorter, fatter one reminded him of his
aunt and a lump came to his throat. Her companion, a tall thin,
severe looking lady looked like a teacher. Perhaps... "What's
your name young man?" asked Deirdre, smiling reassuringly at the
frightened boy. "Ben. Er.. Ben Taylor." "Ben Taylor....what?"
asked the strict looking lady. Ben understood. "Ben Taylor,
miss." "Well stand up straight and pull those pants up properly!
Hands by your sides please!" Deirdre watched as the boy yanked
his underpants up, the tight material accentuating his little
bulge. She shivered and glanced at Tina. No, take it easy! They'd
already discussed this. Nice and gentle does it. Mustn't go too
fast!

"Please miss, why am I ...?" Tina raised her hand to silence him.
Ben noticed a long metal tube in her other hand. What could that
be? "Be quiet Ben!" Something in her voice told Ben that this was
not a lady to disobey. "If you want to talk, you will raise your
hand." She closed the door.

"How old are you Ben?" "Twelve miss." Tina's eyebrow raised
slightly. He seemed younger. Well, not to worry. "Well Ben, what
you need to know is this. We have brought you here for a little
project we're doing." She saw Deirdre grin. "Let me make it quite
clear here and now that you have absolutely no say in the matter.
You will stay here for approximately ten days and do exactly what
we say. If you refuse to obey or give us any trouble, we will
simply keep you here longer until you change your mind." She
paused. "I don't want to waste time, so if you want to go home as
soon as possible, I'd advise you to be a good obedient little boy
and behave yourself."

Ben looked at her, his face a mixture of emotion. Deirdre
chuckled. Of course it would take time for it all to sink in. She
gazed at the boy's pants again and licked her lips. She saw a
tear run down his cheek. Funny how she hadn't noticed before what
a pretty boy he was. Yes, he did look a bit younger than twelve.
Was it his curly blond hair or freckles? His large brown eyes
made him look like a little puppy. Not exactly fat, he certainly
wasn't thin. What did they call it? Puppy fat? He certainly had
some of that. His thighs looked so firm. So juicy! Deirdre felt
the tingling between her legs and tried to calm down. His bottom
sticking out, a perfect half moon, stretching his pants to
breaking point, just begging to be fondled and spanked. His
little boy parts waiting to be examined, squeezed and played
with. He wasn't far into puberty, that was obvious from his lack
of pubic hair, but she was sure she'd be able to coax something
out of him. Wasn't boy juice supposed to be good for you? Where
had she read that? Oh and his cute little mouth. That tongue! His
little tongue, probing, pushing, licking down between....

Ben raised his hand. A tear ran down his other cheek. "Yes?"
"Miss, I don't understand. What project?" Tina smiled. "Well, we
intend to use you mainly for two things. One is to make films
about corporal punishment. Have you ever seen films where the boy
is punished, usually spanked or given the cane?" Ben nodded. "Yes
miss" Yes he'd seen films like that. It used to happen in schools
a long time ago. "Well, we'll be filming you in a variety of
scenarios, some of them very realistic, other quite pornographic
and some rather esoteric." She winked at Deirdre. "The other
reason you're here is for our own enjoyment. You'll learn how to
give pleasure to a lady." She stopped. The expression on his face
was priceless! The poor boy was totally confused. "The best thing
Ben, is not to worry about the details. You just do what you're
told and everything will be fine."

The boy wiped his eyes, suddenly looking very scared. He hadn't
understood everything, that was true, but he knew what corporal
punishment was, and the word pornographic. He remembered the
afternoon he'd spent with a friend, leafing through some of his
Dad's magazines. That was pornography. Naked ladies doing things
with men. Yes, he knew about sex. They'd studied it last term at
school, but it all seemed so remote. And spanking? His Mum had
slapped his bum a few times when he'd really annoyed her, but
that wasn't really spanking, was it? He knew that the cane was
used when his Dad was at school, but teachers today weren't
allowed to do anything like that.

He raised his hand. "But miss, the cane won't be a real one will
it? I mean...I mean..if you spank me, it won't be real...won't
be..." Tina nodded. "Yes Ben, it will be real. The films have to
be realistic." Deirdre saw the confused look on his face and
looked at Tina. "Yes, but we'll start off very gently at first,
won't we. Besides Ben.." She smiled at the boy. "Boys have been
spanked and whipped all through history. A sore bottom is nothing
new!" Ben gazed at Deirdre, then at Tina. Suddenly he covered his
face with both hands and sobbed loudly. "I want to go home.
Please take me home. Please!" Deirdre looked at the pitiful
figure and saw Tina's eyes narrow. Yes, they'd expected this.
After all, how else could he react? She noticed the empty glass
and plate on the table. At least he'd eaten something.

Both women waited patiently while the boy sobbed. Had to get it
out of his system! Tina spoke, a little more softly this time.
"Okay Ben, I know it's a shock, but the fact is that you will be
going home. Just how soon is completely up to you." She sighed
and looked at Deirdre. "We're going to leave you now for about
twenty minutes to think it over." She pointed to the large clock
above the door. "When we come back I want to see those things on
the table washed and put away. There's a sink in that room there.
If I don't have complete obedience, you'll go to a small room for
twenty four hours – no light, pitch black, no bed, spiders,
cobwebs, no food - until you change your mind. It's up to you!"

The ladies turned and left, waiting a few seconds while Deirdre
keyed in the code. Ben sank to his knees and cried. A dream.
Please let it be a dream!

"Well, he eat the sandwiches." said Tina as they walked back to
the stairs. Deirdre nodded, giggling. It had been her idea to
sprinkle some crushed cialis inside. "Yes, but I only gave him a
small dose. Later on I'll use some viagra, then some more cialis
tomorrow. Should be interesting! "

It was more like half an hour before they returned, Deirdre
having smoked a few cigarettes and Tina grabbing another beer.
The boy was sitting quietly on the bed, his eyes red and cheeks
wet from tears. "Stand up Ben!" ordered Deirdre softly. She
stroked his hair pushing the curls away from his eyes. Bloody
hell, he was just so cute! Tina smiled. At least he'd stobbed
crying. "Well Ben, are you going to be good, or do we have to
wait a few more days?"

The boy looked at her and nodded. "Yes miss." He buried his face
in his hands and sobbed quietly for a few seconds. Had to be
good! Had to do what they said. Anything to get home! "Good boy."
Tina sat on the bed and took a camera out of a bag next to her.
"I don't want to waste time, so before we start we have to sort
out some clothes for you." She saw the puzzled look on his face.
"No Ben, for the films, you have to be dressed correctly." She
saw Deirdre grin and blushed slightly. The subject of how he
should look had been one of their favourite topics. "You can wear
the jumper; that's quite smart, but we have to change your shirt
and underpants. Oh and find a nice pair of shorts for you." Ben
raised his hand. "But miss, I've got my trousers - somewhere." He
looked around. He'd forgotten to ask about them.

"No Ben, little boys wear shorts. Oh, and we have to find a smart
tie for you. I don't agree with this latest trend in schools."
Ignoring his puzzled glance, she walked into the dressing room
and opened the wardrobe, talking over her shoulder. "I'm going to
put some clothes here for you and I want you to try on the vests
and underpants. Come on!"

She held out her hand. "Better give me the jumper and shirt ."
Ben hesitated for a second, then pulled his jumper over his head.
Deirdre watched him unbutton his white shirt. They'd agreed that
it was far too long. Far better to have a shirt that ended at the
waist. Mustn't cover his underpants. That would be no good at
all! Oh yes, the underpants! Deirdre exhaled slowly, a faint
tingling starting between her legs. Nice though the boy's pants
were, they didn't come close to what they were looking for. She
saw the boy take off his shirt and hand it to Tina. Hopefully,
her skills at dressmaking hadn't let her down. The selection of
pants and shorts residing in the wardrobe had taken her weeks to
modify!

The boy turned for a moment and she blinked in wonder at the
sight of his smooth tummy. Beautiful. So beautiful! "Now then
Ben," continued Tina, exiting the room. "I want you to put on a
vest and underpants from this pile and show us how they look."
Ushering the boy into the room, she smiled for a second and came
out, shutting the door. Let him have a bit of privacy. It was
early days yet! "Lovely isn't he?" whispered Tina, sitting next
to her friend. She turned on her camera. Deirdre whistled softly
and nodded.

The door opened and the boy appeared in white shirt and light
blue underpants. Deirdre felt her heart race. The shirt ended
just below his belly button. Perhaps a little too short. But his
pants! How many times had she explained to Tina? Yes, they had to
be tight, of course, thin and tight. But in the right places!

The pair the boy was wearing now had been one of her later
attempts. Not only must they outline the bottom perfectly, but
they should be shaped in such a way as to disappear deep between
the buttocks. The front had been a source of much contention.
Whereas Tina had suggested as tight as possible, Deirdre had
ideas of her own. Generally tight, yes, but the area covering the
genitals should be a bit thinner and looser, allowing a perfect
outline to show and leaving nothing to the imagination. Gazing at
Ben, she knew she'd excelled herself. She felt Tina tap her leg
and turn on the camera. "Hmm, not bad. Turn round Ben." The boy
faced the other way and Deirdre's mouth opened wide. Perfect! Not
only did they outline each buttock, they were slightly shorter
than standard pants, leaving a considerable portion of the lower
buttocks completely bare.

"Okay Ben, the pants are fine but the shirt is a little short. Go
and put the pants on the chair next to the wardrobe, then try on
another set. Come on, we don't have all afternoon!"

The next pair of underpants proved as interesting as the first,
if not slightly too tight. This time at least the vest was the
required length. By the time the boy had tried on all the
garments, Deirdre was pleased to see they had five pairs of pants
and four shirts that were ideal. She wondered if the boy had any
idea of how provocative he looked. No, too young and innocent.

Tina stood up. Deirdre saw how flushed she was and chuckled. Some
fashion show! "Good boy. We've sorted that out, now we just have
to choose the shorts. Come on! " The boy followed her into the
other room. "Leave the pants and shirt on for the moment" she
said, taking a pile of shorts out. "Try these on now." Ben's hand
strayed to the back of his pants. "Miss, can I wear my other
pants? These feel funny. They feel...." "No Ben, they look great.
You'll just have to get used to them." She walked out. "Quickly
now!"

"So, did you get plenty of good shots?" asked Deirdre, proffering
the camera as Tina came and sat down. She laughed. "How he looks
in those pants!" Tina took the camera. "Wicked!" she said, her
eyes shining. "Bloody wicked!"

The shorts that Deirdre had modified had taken her ages to find.
Not just standard grey school shorts, but also white shorts used
for PE lessons. The aim had been to choose shorts that were as
stretchy and thin as possible, yet easy to alter. No belt or zip
at the front, just an elasticated waist.

The first pair Ben tried on were a disaster. Obviously she'd
shrunk the back too much. Entering a few seconds later however,
Ben treated both women to a sight that rendered them speechless.

Stretchy enough to cope with the typical exertions of a young
boy, they nevertheless resembled the underpants in how they
hugged the contour of the boy's pert posterior. Both the front
and back gave the impression that the boy's skin had merely been
painted grey. Deirdre was overjoyed to see that her alterations
had also resulted in them being shorter than normal - just like
his underpants. Even with the shorts on, a few inches of his
lower bottom cheeks were visible.

Tina spoke first, trying to keep the shaking out of her voice.
Quickly she took a few photos. "Good boy. Put them on the chair
with the others we've chosen. Now the next pair." A succession of
grey and white shorts followed. Fortunately, none were as bad as
the first pair and they were left with an impressive collection.

"Excellent" announced Tina. Rummaging in a drawer, she found a
small schoolboy's tie with an elastic string attached and put it
round his neck, arranging it carefully. "There we go. What a
smart little boy you look now!" She smiled at her friend. "What
do you think?" Deirdre blinked. This was amazing! She coughed.
"Er, very good. Very good indeed!"

Tina looked at her watch. "Well, I'm sure that you're starting to
get hungry Ben, and I don't want you to go to bed late." She saw
Deirdre bite her lip and blush. "But perhaps we have time for a
short filming session. Just to get you used to the procedure."
Ben looked up. fear in his eyes. "Now miss? I mean..are you going
to cane me miss? Do I have to..." "No Ben, we're not going to use
the cane tonight. We have to get you used to corporal punishment
first."

She ran her finger down his cheek and smiled. "I'd like to shoot
a simple scene where a naughty boy is late for his class and gets
a spanking." She saw him open his mouth and held up her hand.
"Don't worry. It will sting a bit, but not too much. Besides,
since it's the first time, it will be over your shorts. Nothing
to worry about."

For a second, she saw a defiant look in his eyes. She lowered her
voice. "You've already agreed to cooperate Ben." Her voice became
a whisper and she held up the cattle prod. "Any disobedience now
and you'll be punished. This thing is excruciating. I assure you
it will hurt far more than any caning! Now, let's go!"

Close to tears, the boy followed Deirdre out of the door and
along a short corridor. Tina followed, admiring the way the boy's
bottom wobbled seductively in his tight shorts. Fuck that looked
good!

The room chosen for the filming was the largest in the
underground complex. Ben saw with astonishment that part of the
room had been converted into a classroom. An old fashioned
pupil's desk sat opposite a larger desk for the teacher, behind
which hung a large blackboard and various posters depicting the
multiplication tables, a map of the world and parts of the body.
Next to the board was a tall cupboard and shelves. A musty smell
hung in the air. Deirdre shivered. The whole place was so
realistic.

At the far end of the room, among piles of junk, stood a table
upon which were arranged a series of battery chargers, all
connected to a plug in the wall. Tina picked up one of the
batteries and inserted it into a rather fancy looking camcorder.

"Well?" she asked quietly, looking at Deirdre. She grinned. "So,
what do you have planned?" Deirdre's heart pounded in her ears.
She looked down at Ben and smiled at him.

"Well Ben, all I want you to do in this scene is walk in the room
and I'll take it from there." She paused. Shit! His arse looked
so sexy! And that bulge. His little things, just so...The
tingling grew stronger. No, save it. Save it for later when....
"If the spanking stings too much, I don't mind if you cry a bit,
but I don't want you to wriggle or try to get off my lap." She
looked at Tina. "Otherwise the lady here will be very angry. Very
angry indeed!"

Ben scarcely had time to consider this. Deirdre switched on a few
powerful lights and stood next to her desk. Tina ushered him out.
"Count to ten, then come in!" Quickly, she positioned herself
next to the door ready to film. The door opened.

"Ah, so you've finally decided to grace me with your presence,
have you?" a voice boomed down the room. "You're ten minutes
late. Come here!" Ben walked to her desk as if a dream, while
Tina filmed from behind. She focused the camera on his back, then
did a close up of his backside. Those shorts...!

Deirdre had pulled her chair to one side and was sitting down.
"Come on! Over my lap" she ordered, pulling the confused boy
across her knee." She waited a second for Tina to get closer. "I
know it's your first day, so I will be lenient, but I will not
tolerate lateness to my lessons." She ran her hand over his large
buttocks marvelling at how the shorts stuck to them like a second
skin. "Naughty boys have their bottoms warmed, and you're no
exception!"

The first slap took Ben by surprise. Having realised that a warm
up would look silly on film, Deirdre decided to make it look as
realistic as possible. The slaps reverberated around the room,
the pitch increasing slightly as her hand sought out the bare
part of his bottom.

Ben shut his eyes, then opened them wide as a particularly hard
slap caught the top of his thigh. "Owww! miss! Please miss! Owwww
No! Please! His pleas grew louder and Tina knelt down, filming
his face as the spanks fell. Fuck! This was better than she'd
ever dreamt! The boy burst into tears and she saw them run down
his cheeks. "Stop wriggling Ben!" Deirdre held him frimly over
her lap, her left hand round his waist. "We're only half way. We
can continue with these shorts down if you want. Is that what you
want?" The question was followed with a few more slaps on the
uncovered part of his bum. She gazed with satisfaction at the
pinky hue spreading down to his thighs.

"Nooo, please not there! " Ben arched his back in an effort to
dodge the hard slaps. "Right young man, you heard what I said.
Stand up!" Ben had hardly time to realise what she was doing.
Lifted off her lap he immediately clasped both hands to his rear.
"Oh no you don't!" spat Deirdre, grabbing his hands, her face
flushed. "On your head. We're not finished yet. I said, on your
head!" Ben obeyed, his eyes full of tears. "Miss, I.." He had no
time to finish the sentence. In a second, his shorts were pulled
down to his ankles and his underpants yanked up hard. Tina had a
few seconds to film his obscene bulge before Deirdre pulled the
boy back across her lap.

Ben screamed as his rear with covered with hard slaps. Despite
the shorts being thin, they had at least afforded some
protection. Pausing for a second, she pulled his shorts over his
ankles and threw them on her desk.

Tina was floating on air. Moving around, she filmed from various
angles, down from above, between his legs, close ups of his face
as each slap landed, close ups of his bottom as it shivered in
anticipation for the next spank, and finally, following a whisper
to Deirdre, a rather exiting close up of his little bulge
jiggling about as he lifted his hips, tying in vain to avoid the
slaps on his bare thigh.

"There, I think you've learned your lesson now" said Deirdre,
stroking his bottom, Through his thin underpants she could feel
his hot buttocks. "There, there, it's all over now. Here, let me
just have a look. Lift your hips up a bit. That's right." His
tears lessening slightly, Ben felt his underpants being slid down
and removed. "Miss, I..." Deirdre smiled and stroked his reddened
buttocks gently. "Sshhh. Just be quiet. Isn't that better, hmmm?"
Despite his embarrassment, Ben had to admit that the cool air on
his hot skin did feel remarkably soothing. As for the lady's
hand, well that felt nice as well, sort of... Tina continued
filming, marvelling at his bright red buttocks and top of his
thighs. Gosh, that must been painful! She giggled. So what?

Slowly, his sobs subsided and he lay quietly as Deirdre stroked
his sore skin. If he wondered why her fingers occasionally
strayed to other places, he didn't show it. Tina looked at her
watch. Deirdre nodded.

"Okay Ben," she said quietly. "I'm going to allow you to stand up
now and I want your hands on your head. If I see any hesitation,
you're back over my lap for another spanking. Understand?" "Yes
miss" a small voice replied. It was only as he was lifted off her
lap that he remembered his predicament, but it was too late. His
instincts told him to immediately put his hands over his
privates, but the glow from his backside suggested that this was
perhaps not the wisest course of action.

Deirdre's eyes widened as she saw the boy's penis, not small and
limp as it had been when she' d secretly checked it while he
slept, but sticking out horizontally. She glanced at Tina. Yes,
she was getting everything!

She gazed with amusement at the boy's face, now as red as his
bottom. Not only were his little private parts on full view in
front of two ladies, but he had an erection as well! Not a full
erection certainly, but still exquisitely embarrassing for a boy
just starting puberty.

"Get rid of it please Ben." she said, very softly. Ben looked
round, his face beetroot red. "Miss?" Deirdre smiled, but her
eyes narrowed slightly. "Now is not the time nor place for
discussing this. Your penis is sticking up. I want it back down.
I'm going to count to ten, if it is still stiff, I'll spank you
again, though a lot harder. One.....two.." She needn't have
bothered. With the caresses at an end and the thought of a
further session over the lady's lap, Ben's penis shrank rapidly,
returning to the small soft three inches Deirdre expected.

Tina whistled softly and switched off the camera. "Right" she
said, trying to look like she did this every day. "Pants and
shorts back on Ben, then we'll go and eat."

She placed the camera back on the table and slid the battery back
into its recharger.

"Then we'll give you a nice bath" she said, winking at Deirdre.
"Oh yes Ben. We have to get you nice and clean, ready for bed!"