LESBIANS PREFER LITTLE BOYS

BY TOMMY

Part 3

Ben rolled over on his side and opened his eyes. For a second he
couldn't remember where he was, then the realisation hit him and
he felt the tears start. He heard a sound behind him and froze,
holding his breath. Turning his head, he saw the outline of the
thin lady under the sheets. Where was the other one? He dimly
remembered her leaving the room at some stage. When had that
been?

At least his hands were untied. He rubbed his wrists where the
straps had been. The other straps, down…? He slid his hand down
under the sheet and touched himself. The cords had all been
removed. It still felt a bit sore though. He remembered how they
had pulled them to make him try harder. He winced. That had been
awful! How long had they made him do all those things? Confused
images entered his mind. He licked his lips. That awful salty
taste was still there. How long had he licked the lady's
privates? The first lady – the fatter one – had made so much
noise! What then? Oh, yes! He felt his bum. No, the soreness had
gone. The thin lady had spanked him again. She'd been so angry
with him. But he'd tried so hard! His tongue was sore from
licking for so long. She'd yanked the cords hard and made him
scream. Oh, and the other things they'd done, so embarrassing,
pushing that funny buzzing thing inside his bottom. Yuck! That
had been horrible! The way they had laughed when his thing went
hard. Why did it do that all the time? Their fingers had been all
over him, exploring him and trying to make it even stiffer. Then
ordering him to make it go down. He couldn't! It had only been
when the thin lady had started to tap his balls with that riding
crop, it had finally gone soft again. That had hurt!
Tina smiled. So he was awake? She yawned and looked at her watch.
Eight o'clock? Fuck, she must have slept well. No doubt Deirdre
was checking her email and making coffee. Always the early riser.

The smell of the young boy next to her was just so beautiful. A
sort of sweet yet exciting aroma. How he'd worked last night! Oh
yes, they'd kept him busy. How many times had he made her come?
She'd lost count. Poor kid must have a sore tongue. Yes, and a
sore backside as well. She chuckled. Soon to be a lot sorer!
Little bastard! That's all they were good for!

"Do you need to go to the bathroom Ben?" she asked quietly. She
saw the boy freeze. He hadn't realised she was awake. There was a
pause. "Y..yes please." Tina frowned. "Yes please – what?" Ben
swallowed. "Sorry miss…I mean yes please miss." "Well go then!"

She heard the toilet being flushed. "Did you wash your hands?"
she asked as he came back. Ben shook his head. "Filthy little
runt. Go and wash them!" Tina rolled over to his side of the bed
and sat on the edge. She grinned as she saw him come back, both
hands held over his privates. He blushed and shifted from foot to
foot nervously. Despite the previous evening, he still felt
uncomfortable seeing the ladies completely naked. Their nakedness
seemed to embarrass him as much as his own. The thin one had
smaller breasts but her nipples were so dark! So hairy between
the legs! Why so much hair? What was she going to do now?

"Did you sleep well young man?" she asked, taking his hands in
hers. "Yes, I think so" he replied, looking down at what she was
doing. Tina's eyes narrowed. She held his little testicles in one
hand and squeezed them gently. "When you talk to me, you say
miss, understood?" Ben felt her grip tighten. "Y..yes miss..sorry
miss. I..I…" "When you use the loo, you wash your hands, okay?"
Ben nodded, starting to panic. She was squeezing his balls
harder. "Yes miss." His voice was higher now. "Finally, you will
never try to hide your pathetic little cock! Keep your hands
away. Understand, Ben?" The poor boy squirmed and he felt tears
come to his eyes. "Yes miss, sorry. Miss…please miss..owwww!" His
balls felt like they were being squeezed flat in a vice. He burst
into tears and bent double. "Please! Stop miss…please!"

Tina laughed and released him. "Turn round!" The whimpering boy
obeyed and she saw with some surprise that his buttocks were as
lily white as when he'd arrived. What a fuss he'd made, she
thought. All that crying when he'd been spanked! "Hands behind
your back!" Ben felt the tears running down his cheeks. Not
again? She tied his hands together with the leather cord and
turned him round. "Remember what you did last night Ben?" she
asked quietly, her hand returning to his balls. He flinched and
nodded. Must keep her happy, please don't let her… "Yes miss."
Tina felt his two testicles and smiled. "So, would you like to do
it again Ben? To make me very, very happy?" The boy felt her grip
his balls again. He shivered. "Yes miss, yes please miss!" There
was panic in his voice. "But you will do it properly, won't you
Ben? Will you lick fast Ben? That little hard bump – remember?
Will you, Ben?" She tightened her grip slightly and laughed at
the look of fear in his eyes. So funny! "You see Ben, if you
don't do it really, really well, I'm going to have to squeeze
these little ball things again. So, will you try hard Ben?" She
saw him sniff back the tears and swallow. "Yes miss, honestly
miss, I…I promise miss!"

"Good, well why don't you show me what a good little boy you
are?" Tina lay down but kept a tight hold of the boy's testicles.
"Come on Ben. I'm not letting go of these till you've finished.
Head down there, bottom up here. Like this.. yes, good boy!" She
positioned him so he straddled her, knees either side of her
tummy, his head down in her crotch, bum sticking up in front of
her face. What a cute little anus he had!

It had been her idea to keep his hands tied all the time. So much
easier to control, she'd explained. The poor boy had to work a
little harder.

Ben felt her hand tighten again around his balls and pushed his
head down deep into the woman's crotch. The salty taste in his
mouth, he wasn't sure if it was from her, or from his own tears.
Deeper and deeper he pushed, sticking his tongue out as far as he
could. He'd learnt the hard way how fussy the lady was and
silently prayed that he was doing it correctly. Tina closed her
eyes and caressed the boy's testicles and penis. This was so
very, very good! She gave his balls a little squeeze and felt his
tongue pushing harder. Fuck, that was great! So easy to control.
Just another little squeeze and… Oh yes! She suddenly giggled at
the absurdity of it all. Her fingers toyed with the boy's
privates and she felt him getting hard. His little anus twitched
and she teased it with the tip of her finger. Oh yes, he liked
that! What a stiff little cock he was getting!

"A bit faster Ben" she ordered breathlessly, gripping his balls
again. He flinched and she felt his tongue go crazy, making her
clitoris tingle like a live wire. "Ohhh fuck! Ohh fuck!!! Her
back arched as her orgasm rippled through her sweaty body making
every nerve end hum with increasing intensity. Her grip tightened
and Ben writhed in pain, his tongue numb with fatigue as he
sought to continue, his face soaked from his tears and her own
wetness.

"Miss, please miss…please…owww!" He lifted his head and squirmed
as his little scrotum was squeezed harder. Suddenly he felt her
relax the grip. He glanced quickly behind him and saw the lady
with her eyes closed, a broad smile on her face.

"Hmm, that was very good Ben. Very good indeed" she whispered.
She was silent for a few seconds, still stroking the boy's penis,
which, despite his discomfort, remained erect. "But why did you
stop before I'd told you to?" she asked, her voice suddenly
harder. "I didn't give you permission to stop, did I?"

The boy looked back, his face glistening. "B..but miss, it was so
painful miss. Sorry miss. Please, I…I…" Tina laughed. "Oh Ben,
don't whine!" She yawned. "Get off the bed and stand in the
corner. Go!" He rolled over onto the bed, and shuffled to the
edge. "Miss, please can you untie my hands?" he asked meekly.
Tina laughed. "Shut up Ben! One more word from you and I'll whip
those little nuts till they're bright red. In the corner!"

Ben stood in the corner between the wardrobe and the door to the
small dressing room. "Face the wall! On your toes!" Tina
stretched and looked around for her clothes, finally discovering
them shoved under the bed. Shit! She needed a shower and
something to eat.

"Legs further apart Ben!" She saw one of the leather cords on the
floor. What the hell! "Don't move!" She made a quick lasoo-type
loop at the end and slipped it over the boy's penis.
"Miss…please…what..?" The sound of her hand slapping his buttock
reverberated around the room. "One more word out of you and it'll
be the tawse again" hissed Tina. "Only, not on your bottom.
Somewhere much more painful!" The loop was pulled tight just
behind the glans. Ben squealed and received another hard slap.
Tina saw the red imprints of her hand on his backside and
laughed. Now then, where to tie the…? Of course, she'd forgotten
about the collar!

Opening the wardrobe, she rummaged at the back of the top shelf
and found what she was looking for. A small black collar
decorated with silver studs and rings. Perfect! She placed it
round Ben's neck. "Don't move please!" The fit was just right.
Why hadn't they thought of this last night?

She picked up the cord dangling between his legs. "Now, just up
here and.." She pulled the cord up his back and tied the end to
the ring on his collar, ensuring that his small penis was pulled
down and back as far as possible.

"There, that should stop you having any erections for a while"
she announced, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Oh stop
crying Ben." She ran her fingers down his back and patted his
soft bottom. "I really haven't given you anything to cry about
yet. Her fingers continued down and she teased the back of his
scrotum. "Hmm, I bet that feels nice doesn't it? " She continued
for a while longer, her other hand reaching round and creeping
slowly up his thigh till it reached his privates. She felt his
penis and chuckled as it started to stiffen."

"Okay Ben, I'm going to get dressed and have breakfast. Make sure
you don't move an inch while I'm gone." She kissed the back of
his neck and left.

Ben heard the door close. The lady's fingers had done their work
and he felt the cord biting into his willy as it hardened. Owww!
Make it go down! Must make it soft again! Please make it soft!

The smell of coffee reached Tina's nostrils long before she
reached the kitchen. Deirdre was sitting at the table, skimming
through one of her heavy files. She looked up as Tina entered and
grinned. Tina laughed. "Hmm, that was nice" she said, kissing
Deirdre and reaching for a cup. "What a way to start the day!"
Deirdre pretended to sound hurt. "You could have waited for me. I
hope you haven't worn him out!" Tina sat down and sipped her
coffee. Black as usual, no sugar. She gazed at Deirdre's milk
laded sugary concoction and sighed. How could she drink it like
that?

"Oh, I think you'll find Ben has plenty of energy left" she
replied, her eyes shining. "Only, … well, he's a bit tied up at
the moment, if you know what I mean." Deirdre giggled. "Oh you
cruel woman, what have you done to him? He's such a precious
little thing!" "Yes, very precious" said Tina, leaning back. "So
what are we going to do today with our 'precious little thing'?"
Deirdre closed her file. "Well, I had thought of a nice little
film where a certain naughty schoolboy gets spanked on his bare
bottom for being late again. Then, perhaps a scene in which he's
caught playing with himself and has to suffer the consequences."
Tina's eyes narrowed. "And what would those be exactly? Something
exquisitely painful, I hope." Deirdre laughed. "Oh yes. A long
hard caning." She rose from her chair and licked her lips. "Long,
hard and yes, exquisitely painful!"

Tina saw the lust in her eyes and nodded to the door. "Well why
don't you go and check our little actor is fit and well" she
whispered. "Oh, by the way, I found that keeping a firm grip on
certain things helps to concentrate his mind enormously."

Ben gasped for breath, his head squeezed hard between the woman's
fat thighs as she writhed violently, arching her back as the
orgasm coursed through her body. Her hands gripped his buttocks
tightly and he flicked his tongue over her hard little bump again
and again, waiting for permission to stop. Mustn't make that
mistake again, he thought. At least this lady wasn't as nasty as
the other one. Yes, she'd held his testicles while he started,
but hadn't squeezed them nearly as hard as her friend. She seemed
to prefer playing with his bum, for some reason. If only she'd
untie him a bit! He'd heard her laugh when she came in the room
and had asked her so politely if she could take the cord off his
willy. His erection had long since subsided, but nevertheless,
having his penis pulled backwards was so uncomfortable. A wet
kiss was her answer. That, and a playful fondling of his balls,
which immediately made him start crying. "You'll just have to
learn to control yourself Ben" she'd explained, watching his
penis pull the cord tight.

"Okay puppy dog, you can stop now." Deirdre felt exhausted. The
boy had learnt well. That had been much better than last night!
She ran her hands over his thighs and up onto his back. Must be
so uncomfortable with his hands tied like that. She followed the
cord down his back to where it was tied around his penis. The boy
flinched as she felt it and she laughed. "Okay, off the bed. Back
in the corner!"

Ben twisted his body and rolled over and off the bed. Deirdre saw
his face glistening and shook her head. Poor kid needed a shower.

"I bet you're hungry, aren't you?" she asked kindly. Ben sniffed.
"Yes miss." Deirdre quickly dressed herself and tidied the
bedclothes. "Well, if you behave yourself when we make the next
film, I'll make you a scrummy breakfast. Sausages, bacon, eggs,
toast – the lot. But you must be good and do exactly as I say.
Understand?" Ben felt his hunger increase. So hungry! "Yes miss,
promise! Honestly, I…"

The door opened and Ben heard the other lady come in. He kept his
face touching the wall and pushed himself up on his tip-toes.
Please don't let her make him do it again, please! His tongue
felt almost numb.

"Oh, I see you've enjoyed yourself" said Tina. She put her arms
round her lover and kissed her cheek. "Hmm, so what now?" she
whispered. Deirdre giggled. "He's a bit smelly and needs a wash
but I thought why not do a quick film first." She glanced over to
where the boy was standing. Such a beautiful white bottom. Soon
change that! "Then he can have something to eat."

"Right Ben, over here. Come on!" The boy turned and walked over
to where Deirdre was sitting, his eyes darting from one lady to
the other. "Good boy. Turn around. That's right. Now let's get
this untied shall we?"

Ben felt her hands around his neck and breathed a sigh of relief.
Deirdre turned him around and held his soft penis, gently easing
the cord over the sore-looking glans. "Oh, we'll have to put some
cream on that, won't we?" She looked at Tina. "Can you pass me
that jar on the table?"

Her hands felt so soft and Ben closed his eyes as the lady very
slowly massaged the tip of his penis. Deirdre winked at Tina and
spread the cream over the boy's cute little balls, running her
fingers between his thighs and up between his buttocks. Despite
his fear of the ladies previous warnings about his erections, Ben
felt his penis harden immediately. Why did it do that? Yes, the
lady's hand felt nice, but he didn't want his willy to go stiff!
It wasn't fair!

He was woken from his reverie by a finger teasing him just behind
his scrotum. He opened his eyes. "Oh dear Ben, you're up to your
old tricks again, aren't you!" joked Deirdre. Her fingers nuzzled
the sides of his scrotum. She felt him jerk and chuckled as his
erection grew. "Perhaps we can use this in the film" she said,
looking at Tina. "Tell me Ben, when you play with yourself in
bed, does anything come out of your penis?" She enjoyed the
confused and embarrassed look on his face. "I mean, does some
white cream come out?" she asked, looking genuinely interested.

Ben felt the room spin. Everything was being laid bare before
these ladies. Now his most personal… his most private moments,
and he had to… He swallowed. "I… I..think so miss" he answered,
looking around him nervously. "I mean miss..I…" He stopped
suddenly. What on earth had he done? He'd just admitted that he
played with himself! What..? Deirdre smiled. "Good, because we
need quite a lot of it." She gripped his semi erect manhood
between her thumb and forefinger and gave it a quick rub. "I do
hope you're going to be a good boy when I milk you. I expect at
least a glass a day. Think you can manage that?"

Ben blinked and looked confused. What did she mean. Yes,
something wet and sticky did come out of his willy when he played
with himself, but it had only started happening in the last month
or so, and certainly wasn't a lot. What did she mean, milk? Was
it like milk? He'd never thought of it before.

"I asked you a question young man." Deirdre felt his left
testicle and squeezed it gently. "How much can you make?" She saw
Tina stifling a laugh and bit her lip to stop herself giggling.

Ben felt her hand tighten on his little balls and shook his head.
"Er..I don't know miss. Honestly miss, I…" He squealed as his
balls were squeezed tighter. Deirdre nodded slowly. "Okay Ben,
but I do expect you to produce at least one glassful every day.
Okay?" Ben nodded. He had no idea how much she meant, but her
fingers were starting to hurt him. "Y..yes miss..promise miss!"

Tina looked at her watch and nudged Deirdre. "I have to go out in
a few hours – remember?" Deirdre sighed. "Sorry, I forgot." She
stood up. "Right young man, let's get to work. The sooner we
finish, the sooner you eat." She gave his penis a flick with her
finger. "Then you can give me a nice glass of milk!"

She looked at Tina. "Do you have his clothes there? I think
they're on the chair." Tina found the boy's grey school shorts
and and crouched down to retrieve his tee-shirt and pants from
under the bed. Deirdre untied his hands and ordered him to keep
them on his head while she dressed him. "What an awkward little
thing it is" she laughed, easing his pants up over his throbbing
penis. "There, shorts as well. Good. Now your tea-shirt. That's
right.

The door opened and Tina entered carrying her camcorder. "Well?"
she looked at Deirdre and switched it on. "What did you have in
mind?"

"Hmm, well I thought a similar scene to yesterday, perhaps using
a gymshoe as well. We have to get his bottom ready for the cane
after all." Tina grinned. "Sounds great. Now, his tie? Where was
it?"

Two minutes later saw Ben standing nervously in the doorway of
the mock classroom, pulling the thin material of his shorts that
was digging deep between his twitching buttocks. He glanced at
the thin lady holding the camera and shivered. Tina winked. "You
look very smart Ben. Now just do everything you're told and it'll
soon be over."

Deirdre called him in, her voice deep and angry. "Late yet
again?" she asked incredulously. "You remember what happened last
time?" Ben felt a tear run down his cheek. His voice trembled.
"Y..yes miss." He swallowed. At least it was the fat lady again.
He dreaded to think what the other one would do. Perhaps it
wouldn't be too painful, perhaps… His hands went instinctively to
his bottom and Deirdre nodded. "Yes, you know exactly what's in
store for you, don't you young man!" She pulled him gently so he
stood in front of her chair. "I think we'll have these down,
shall we?" Her fingers slid into the waistband of his shorts and
slid them down to his ankles, very slowly and made him step out
of them, ensuring that Tina had time to film everything.

"Well, so what do you have to say for yourself?" asked Deirdre in
her deep schoolmarm's voice. Ben looked down. What could he say?
"Yes, nothing! I thought so." She sighed and shook her head.
"There's only one thing that boys like you understand, and that's
a sore bottom! Come on, over my lap please. We don't have all
day."

She pulled him to one side and waited a second for Tina to film
his face. Seeing her lover pan down to the boy's underpants, she
quickly yanked them up higher, making Ben gasp as they were
pulled tight between his bottom cheeks. Ben saw the camera
pointing at the front of his pants, but any questions in his mind
disappeared as he was placed firmly across the lady's lap, a
heavy hand pressed in the small of his back as he was juggled
into position.

The slaps started immediately, not too hard and most falling on
the part of his bottom protected by his underpants. Ben looked
down at the floor and gripped the lady's leg. The slaps started
to overlap onto his bare flesh and he bit his lip as the stinging
intensified. Occasionally he saw thin lady holding the camera
only inches from his face. A tear ran down his cheek and fell on
the floor. His bottom felt like it was glowing, the heat
increasing with every slap. A pause. "Owwwww!" The slaps became
harder still and fell on his uncovered buttocks at the top of his
legs. He squirmed. "Oww, miss…owwwww!"

Deirdre tightened her grip on the boy and stopped spanking him.
"I don't know why you're making so much noise Ben. We've hardly
started!" With that, she yanked up his underpants even more and
continued spanking his now bright red bottom, occasionally
slapping the back of his legs and glancing at Tina to see if she
was getting everything. Tina was slowly circling them, filming
the look on the boy's face as each slap fell, then his writhing
body, down to where his buttocks were bouncing up and down, side
to side, in fact seemingly exploring every chance to avoid the
next slap.

Deirdre stopped spanking the boy and wiped the sweat from her
forehead. "I really am most disappointed in you Ben." She lifted
the boy from her lap and stood him up. "Oh no you don't!" She
grabbed his hands as they went to clutch his sore buttocks and
held them. "We haven't finished yet. That was just for starters."
She stroked his hair and wiped the tears away from his eyes.
"You're a big boy now Ben, and I think you deserve a proper
lesson. Go and fetch me the slipper please." She pointed to a
cupboard at the side of the room. "The black one on the first
shelf. Quickly now!"

Tina filmed him walking over to the wall and grinned as he opened
the door. On one side a large collection of canes hung from a
rail. Next to them were shelves upon which were a variety of
implements, most of them unfamiliar to Ben, though their purpose
was quite clear. He took the black slipper, in fact an old worn
plimsoll and walked back to the lady. Tina focused the camera on
his backside, enjoying the way his thin white underpants
contrasted with his chubby bright red buttocks. She heard a cough
and looked up. Deirdre mouthed 'Stop filming'. Tina saw the look
in her eyes and giggled. What did she have in mind this time?

Deirdre took the slipper from the boy and placed it under her
leg. "Come on Ben, perhaps a little rest before the next part."
She sat him on her lap and gave him a friendly hug. "You're doing
very well, you know. You're a born actor. Perhaps you'll be
famous one day." Ben felt her stroke his leg, her fingers slowly
inching higher up his thigh. She held him close and kissed his
wet cheek. Her fingers reached his crotch and teased his little
bulge. "You know Ben, I know it seems painful, but believe me,
it's no different from what used to happen every day in schools."
She winked at Tina who was busy trying not to laugh. It was clear
what Deirdre was trying to do. Should be quite easy, she thought.
They'd sprinkled at least two crushed cialis tablets into his
water next to the bed.

Deirdre kissed him again and adjusted his position on her lap.
Ben rested his head against her breast and sobbed quietly as she
continued her caresses. "Please miss, I'm so sore." He felt the
tears coming again. "Don't smack my bottom again miss, please!"
Deirdre smiled and for a second, felt sorry for the boy. He was
so sweet! "Sshh Ben, just have a little rest. The next part of
the film won't be very long. Then you can have a nice big scrummy
breakfast. Just relax." At the mention of breakfast, Ben felt the
hunger pangs clutch his stomach. Perhaps..perhaps if he didn't
wriggle, she'd be really quick. Perhaps…

Deirdre winked at Tina and looked down. The boy's small bulge had
grown considerably and his underpants were being pushed out in a
most obscene way. She shook her head. The boy seemed totally
oblivious to his erection. Well, soon change that! Tina saw her
nod at the camera and got ready.

"Okay Ben, let's carry on shall we?" She stood him up and
retrieved the slipper. Tina walked round and filmed the boy
looking at the slipper in her hand. "Well young man, I hope this
will be a lesson to you!" Deirdre resumed her role as strict
teacher. "I'm going to give you six slaps with my little friend
here and I don't want any wriggling or making a fuss.
Understand?" Ben sniffed and nodded sadly. "Yes miss."

"Good. Well then, we can…." Fighting the urge to laugh, she
stared at the front of his underpants, pretending to notice for
the first time. "What is the meaning of this?" Her booming voice
echoed round the room. Ben looked down and his face, already red
from crying, turned even redder. Tina exhaled slowly and held the
camera steady as she focused on the boy's underpants. His
erection was pushing the thin material out like a tent pole.
Deirdre spoke in icy tones. "You dirty little boy! How dare you
have an erection in front of me! I clearly haven't been getting
through to you have I! I think young man, under the
circumstances, we should increase the punishment to twelve
slaps." She paused. " On your bare bottom. You obviously have
something down there that needs keeping an eye on!"

Ben gazed at her in horror and opened his mouth. "But..but
miss.." Deirdre cut him off. "Not a word!" Her hands went to the
top of his pants and started to peel them down, very slowly.
Shit, this was good! She wondered if Tina was as hot as she was.
The boy's penis suddenly popped into view and the tingling
between her legs grew stronger. Under normal circumstances she
reckoned he'd have already lost his erection. Thank goodness
they'd hit on the idea of using the drugs! Despite his fear, the
boy's stiff manhood was still sticking up, pointing straight at
her as if daring her to do something. Deirdre feigned disgust.
"If that thing is still sticking up when I've finished slippering
your bottom, it's the cane for you my lad!" She removed his pants
completely and pulled him across her lap. Breathing a little more
heavily now, she positioned the boy so his penis was between her
legs. She felt it pressing into her left thigh and opened her
legs a little wider, nodding at Tina to get her attention.

The old rubber soled slipper caught Ben hard on his left buttock
and he yelped like a puppy. "Owwww..no miss..nooo!" Deirdre
paused, gazing at the red imprint it had made on his now totally
unprotected bottom. Underneath Ben, her thigh jiggled against his
penis. Tina filmed a close up of the boy's bum, then moved lower.
Her mind reeled. What a sight! She focused on the boy's penis
pressing against Deirdre' plump thigh. Would she manage to keep
it hard? She hoped so.

SLAP! SLAP! Another two large red marks joined the first. Deirdre
waited for the boy to stop his silly writhing. Her leg moved
rhythmically, almost imperceptibly, pressing against his young
willy. "Oh Ben, don't be so silly. It's not that bad." She
stroked his back and tapped his thighs playfully with the
slipper. "I'll tell you what. I'll give you them nice and slowly.
They'll be hard, but I'll count to thirty between each one. Do
try to keep still!"

Ben grit his teeth, then relaxed, his mind confused. The initial
pain of the slipper had made him jump, but the truth was that it
seemed less painful than when she used her hand. The glow in his
bottom felt incredibly hot but less intense. Underneath his
tummy, the lady's leg continued to tease his hard-on.

Deirdre counted slowly. Holding the slipper between her thumb and
index finger, she slid her other fingers between the boy's
twitching buttocks, teasing his hot little anus. His penis jerked
and she felt it touch her thigh. Bloody hell. It was still hard!

The slipper descended again and again, each slap increasing
slightly in force. Between the blows, she allowed the boy time to
recover, her leg and fingers constantly ensuring that his little
manhood remained as hard as ever. Ben wriggled and sobbed loudly
as each slap landed on his sore bottom, but was quickly subdued
as other far more pleasurable stimuli caught his attention.

It was over. The ladies admired the boy's bright red bottom, Tina
moving the camera from his face, down to his bum, before focusing
again on his turgid penis, now clamped between two fat thighs.
Deirdre spent some time stroking the boy's sweaty back, allowing
her hand to continue over his sore bottom and down to his legs,
before teasing him playfully between his buttocks.

"Okay, up you get." She lifted him up and held his hands in hers.
"Now Ben, I don't want you ever to be late for your lessons
again. I'm sorry that I had to punish you, but there are rules in
this school and they have to be obeyed. I know it must be
embarrassing for you to be spanked on your bare bottom but you're
just a young boy and you'll have to get used to it. Besides…."

She stopped and pretended, yet again, to be shocked and
surprised. The boy's penis was as stiff, if not stiffer and
longer than before. Tina's finger sought the button at the side
of her camera and she zoomed in on his throbbing little manhood
bobbing about as if desperate to hide itself. Only, not so little
now, she thought, crouching down to get a better shot. "I simply
do not believe it." Deirdre's voice was loud and angry. "You
filthy little boy!" She shook her head in exasperation. "I have
to assume Ben, that this is because you have been indulging in
frequent self- abuse. I cannot think of any other reason why your
penis should be erect, can you?" The question was rhetorical. Ben
swallowed nervously, his hands rubbing his sore bottom. Why was
it like this? So very embarrassing. If only the lady would stop
looking at it! Tears flowed down his cheeks. It wasn't fair. This
shouldn't be happening.

"Well Ben, I can suggest only one course of action" continued
Deirdre. "I will have to discuss this with the Headmistress who,
I am sure, will want to investigate further." She looked at Tina
and winked. "She will no doubt insist on you being caned most
severely, and I can ensure you that she canes very hard indeed!
In the meantime, I think a cold shower is in order, don't you?"

She stood up and placed her hands on the boy's shoulders. "Come
with me!" A quick look at Tina and she grinned. "Okay, filming's
over for a while." She gave Ben a quick hug. "Don't worry Ben,
I'm not going to really make you have a cold shower. However…"
Her eyes narrowed. "I'm very angry with you for not controlling
your little…er thing!" Ben was led out of the class and back to
his large bedroom. "I hadn't planned to have you caned so early
in the film, but I really had no choice." She turned him round to
face her and wiped his wet cheek. "I'll have to think about this
very carefully. In the meantime young man, I want you in that
shower. I'm going to make you the breakfast I promised, and when
I come back, I want to see you standing in the corner with the
bathroom towel round you, ready for inspection. You know our
rules about hygiene so unless you want to go hungry, I suggest
you wash yourself very thoroughly indeed. Go on!"

They watched the boy trot obediently off to the bathroom, still
wiping his eyes. "Bloody hell, his bum's so red!" said Tina,
giggling. Deirdre nodded. "I guess it's not going to be the only
thing that'll be red, is it?" She laughed. They had plans for
young Ben!