TIMMY

BY TOMMY

"I'm sorry Timmy, I know it's only your first day here, but I
have to punish you!"

Claire Markham, Timmy's aunt, was mopping up the milk from the
table, looking at the young ten year old sitting on a wooden
stool, an empty glass in his hands. Timmy had only arrived at the
station a few hours before, clutching a small bag containing
everything he owned in the world. His aunt still couldn't
understand why such a beautiful boy hadn't been adopted years
ago.

His large blue eyes peeped out from under a shock of blond curls.
Her words took a while to sink in. They were said in a friendly
but firm tone.

"I asked you twice to be careful with your milk." his aunt
continued. "I'm not an unreasonable woman but I do insist on
obedience."

She smiled as the young boy looked up. "When I was a teacher I
had to manage classes of thirty boys your age and I learned very
quickly just how important it is to have firm discipline." She
felt herself tingle at the memory. The fact that the tingling was
concentrated around a most private part of her anatomy was
something she kept to herself-and a few very close friends.

Timmy placed his glass on the table. "Sorry auntie." he said
quietly. He wondered what his aunt meant by the word 'punish'.
His foster parents had often sent him to his room and he'd come
close to getting the slipper at school a few times.

His aunt looked at her watch. "Cook will be here in a minute to
prepare dinner, so I suggest we go upstairs." Timmy followed the
tall lady out of the door. About forty years old, and widowed for
the last five, her inheritance had allowed her to give up her job
at the local private boarding school and to devote herself
full-time to the upkeep of the huge house.

In the large hall, there were two young girls busy removing their
riding boots. Claire introduced Timmy to her daughters. Alison
was thirteen and the spitting image of her mother, tall, slim
with those angular features so typical of the aristocracy.

Jessica was nine and quite the opposite, small, plump with
mischievous twinkling eyes and short brown hair. She looked Timmy
up and down, grinning.

Claire smiled and put a hand on Timmy's shoulder. "I'm sure
you'll be very happy here Timmy. Unfortunately I'll be quite busy
with committees during the holidays so when I'm not here Alison
will be in charge." Timmy gazed at the the girl in question. She
smiled warmly and bent the thin riding whip in her hands,
glancing at her mother. Claire saw the twinkle in her daughter's
eye and was momentarily surprised. Could her daughters have
inherited her own particular little fetish as well?

Guiding the boy to the study she closed the door and sat down
behind her desk. Her hands were sweating. "Timmy, you must
realise that to live together as a family, there have to be rules
and the most important rule is to be obedient." She paused. "I
think for your own sake I have to start how I mean to continue.
As I said before, it's unfortunate that this should happen on
your first day, but I have to be firm." She looked at Timmy's
innocent eyes and smiled. The social services must be terribly
hard up, she thought. The boy was dressed in his last school
uniform of white shirt and grey pullover. Her eyes fell, not for
the first time, on his tight grey shorts and she swallowed. Apart
from his angelic face, his other most prominent feature was very
much, in her opinion, his rather large pert behind that looked as
if it would split his shorts at any second.

"The only punishment I use in this house is corporal." Timmy
heard her say. "I have a slipper and two canes in that cupboard
over there," she said, pointing to the wall. "However since this
is the first time, I think just a spanking will suffice. Come
here please!"

Timmy walked over. His foster-mother had very occasionally
slapped his backside but it had never really hurt. This lady
behaved more like a teacher. Best to get it over with, he
thought. Standing in front of her, he turned and bent over,
touching his toes as he'd seen other boys do at school when they
were slippered.

His aunt laughed. "Do stand up Timmy." She stood him in front of
her and held him by the waist. "Timmy, I'm only going to spank
you. You don't have to bend over for that." As she spoke her
fingers quickly undid the top of his shorts and slid them down.
Timmy looked at her in surprise.

"With my daughters I always put them over my knee and spank them
on their knickers." she continued, admiring his thin light blue
underpants. "But you're a boy and as we all know, boys are always
spanked on the bare bottom." Timmy didn't know this. His aunt
held the elasticated top of his pants and started to slowly pull
them down. His hands went to hers and he pouted, a few tears in
his eyes. "No auntie-please!"

His aunt stopped and looked at him sternly. "Timmy, I do hope
you're not being disobedient again. Twice in one day would earn
you a good caning in front of the girls!" She explained. "When
someone deserves the cane, they always get it in front of the
others."

Her expression softened as she moved his hands away. "Besides
Timmy, you shouldn't be shy. You have to treat me as your mother
now. I'll be giving you a bath later on, and you don't have a
bath with your pants on-do you!"

Turning her attention back to his underpants she suddenly
realised that his shirt was getting in the way. "Hold your shirt
up for me please Timmy. That's it, up to your tummy."

She continued to slide his underpants down, very slowly. Part of
Timmy wondered why his aunt was doing it so slowly, but his
innocence allowed the thought to go no further. He didn't notice
his aunt's hands trembling or her heavy breathing.

The thin material slid over his privates, exposing everything to
her gaze. Claire swallowed and admired the boy's cute little
penis and smooth balls. It had been so long since she'd done
this. There hadn't been a single boy in her class who hadn't
received similar treatment. How she missed those days! After
leaving, her close friends at the school had sometimes sent boys
to her house for extra tuition, knowing full well what she'd do
with them. She was very grateful, but with time, the supply of
little boys to spank had dwindled. She now had, on average, only
one sent to her every month.

"Right Timmy, over my lap please." Claire sat up straight and
gently pulled the boy over. She could feel the tingling increase
as she lifted one knee higher and adjusted his position. Looking
down at Timmy's juicy plump bottom, she felt herself close to
orgasm. Not yet, she thought. Savour every second.

Her hands glided over his pert buttocks, fingers delving between
his thighs. Gently she parted his cheeks and lightly brushed his
sweet little bumhole with her finger. She smiled. Boys were such
simple creatures, she thought. So easy to manipulate.

Lifting her hand, she brought it down smartly right in the middle
of his left buttock. The loud slap seemed incredibly loud. She
continued to spank the same buttock until the colour had changed
to a rosy pink. Timmy was surprised to find that it wasn't as
painful as he'd feared. Occasionally a slap would make him gasp,
but his aunt seemed to be spanking him very lightly.
Claire grinned as she continued to spank the bottom under her.
She had no intention of inflicting too much pain on Timmy's first
day. All she wanted to do was to gently get the boy used to her
little sessions. Occasionally, between spanks, she'd touch his
bumhole, knowing what effect it usually had.

Timmy had got used to his aunt's light slaps and though his
backside was clearly getting hotter, he didn't really seem to be
suffering. He occasionally felt her finger touching something in
his bottom that made him feel funny, but he didn't know why.

Something else was happening too, though only his aunt noticed
it. She felt something hard pressing through her thin dress.
During the hot summers, she preferred to wear nothing underneath.
Smiling, she pulled the boy further over her lap and leaned back,
opening her legs a little wider. "Nearly finished now Timmy." she
said breathlessly. She spanked him with more force now, pushing
his bottom down, lifting herself up slightly each time.

"Ow…aunty, please aunty, it's so sore!" Timmy started to cry,
wriggling his bottom. The effect on Claire was just as she
expected. Looking up at the ceiling, she opened her mouth in a
silent scream as the orgasm wracked her body.

She stopped spanking him and stroked his red bottom gently,
making soothing noises. "There, there, it's all over." She
caressed his bumhole with her little finger, smiling at the
effect it had. Timmy stopped crying and lay there quietly
enjoying the strange tingly feeling.

Claire continued her caresses for a few more minutes, then stood
the boy up. "See Timmy, it wasn't so bad was it?" she asked
kindly. She glanced down and grinned. Her light caresses had
worked their magic. Timmy looked down and saw his willy sticking
up. For a second he seemed surprised, then worried as he saw his
aunt gazing at it intently.

"Don't worry Timmy. This often happens to little boys." Claire
hesitated a second, then took his stiff little penis between her
fingers. Timmy gasped but didn't move.

"Your slate has been wiped clean Timmy." his aunt said. "That's
the good thing about a sore bottom. It means that you've been
forgiven and we can all continue as normal."

She talked to him for a few minutes. All this time, she kept his
erection firmly in her grasp, occasionally squeezing it to make a
point. At first, Timmy was surprised and watched in horror as her
fingers played absent-mindedly with his tight foreskin. After a
few minutes however, he seemed to accept it and stood meekly,
still holding his shirt up. In fact he found himself quite
getting used to it, especially the strange tingly feeling. If his
auntie would just continue for a little longer…

Claire saw the glazed look in his eyes and quickly released him,
pulling up his pants, then his shorts.

"You may go and explore the house and gardens now Timmy," she
announced. "We'll be eating at seven and I expect you to wash
your hands. Then you'll have a bath and go to bed."

Timmy skipped out and Claire sat down thinking about what had
just happened. A smile formed as she considered the future.

She wasn't the only one smiling. Nine year old Jessica stepped
down from the chair outside the study window, a big grin on her
face. Just wait till she told Alison. They were going to have
such fun!

******

Timmy sat in silence throughout the meal, speaking only when
spoken to. His aunt attempted to draw him into her conversations
with the two girls, but he was still too timid.

Leaving their cook to clear the table, they went to the living
room where Claire allowed the children to play with jigsaws and
puzzles for half an hour before running the bath for Timmy and
sending the girls off for their shower.

After the spanking episode, Timmy appeared to have lost his
previous shyness and was soon sitting in the bath while his aunt
washed his hair. She soaped him all over, making him stand up
while she rubbed the flannel everywhere. Claire was pleased to
see his backside was quite white, having completely lost its rosy
pink colour from the spanking. Taking a deep breath, she gently
held his penis and pulled his foreskin back slightly. Timmy
winced and pulled it out of her grasp.

"I'm sorry Timmy, I don't want to hurt you, but you're ten years
old now and you have to know about your own personal hygiene."
She took hold of his willy and soaped it a bit more. "This skin
at the end gets very dirty underneath and if we don't wash there,
you can get terrible infections." She pulled it back again just a
bit and stroked the end.

"The problem is Timmy, your foreskin is very tight. Usually,
there are two things we can do. Either you go to hospital and
have the skin cut off, or we can make the skin looser by pulling
it back a little bit every day."

She let go of his willy and started to soap his little testicles.
Her fingers lingered and playfully nudged his balls.

It was at that moment that the door opened and her eldest
daughter Alison walked in.

"I say mother, would it be okay to take the horses over to the
farm tomorrow?"

Timmy immediately covered himself with his hands, but Claire
quickly moved them away. "Don't be silly, its only Alison! Keep
your hands by your sides!"

Alison pretended not to notice Timmy and chatted to her mother
for a few minutes, occasionally darting glances at the boy
standing obediently in the bath. Claire continued to soap his
privates while she talked, fully aware of where Alison's eyes
were going.

Timmy only followed a small part of their conversation. Closing
his eyes to avoid meeting those of the girl in the bathroom, he
stood obediently as his aunt had told him, dimly aware of the
hand exploring his private parts.

He was jolted out of his reverie by a sudden silence. Opening his
eyes he saw his aunt and Alison staring at him. Looking down and
was shocked to see his tiny manhood once again sticking up,
pointing straight at his aunt.

Totally confused, for a second he was on the verge of tears. His
aunt quickly intervened. "It's okay Timmy. I told you that this
is quite normal for little boys. Don't worry about it!" She
smiled as she remembered her days as a teacher when discovering a
boy with an erection would have resulted in a very long and hard
spanking. This was usually done in the presence of some of her
colleagues. She really had to phone her friends again.

As if Timmy's erection wasn't enough embarrassment for him, he
could hardly believe his ears when his aunt started to talk to
Alison about his private parts. Her daughter looked closely at
his rapidly shrinking penis as his aunt went into great detail
about circumcision, foreskins and little boy's erections.

"I don't want him to have to be circumcised, Alison," he heard
his aunt say. "Whenever possible, his foreskin should be pulled
back-thus!" Timmy flinched as his aunt demonstrated to her wide
eyed daughter. "Sorry Timmy, I didn't mean to hurt you, but you
do realise this is for your own good!"

Ten minutes later, Timmy lay in bed, trying to make sense of all
that had happened to him that day. He'd been told off and
spanked,. His aunt, presumably now his mother, had examined his
most private parts and shown them to a girl only three years
older than him. He tried to turn this over in his head. Yes, he'd
been embarrassed. Yes, the spanking had been painful at the end.
But…but? Timmy hugged his knees to his chest and started to drift
off to sleep. For the first time in his life, a lady had shown an
interest in him. She'd kissed him, treated him as part of the
family. Perhaps his private parts were not actually private if he
was part of the family. He put his hand down between his legs and
felt his willy. Perhaps this was important to his auntie. He was
almost asleep. To be honest, it was very nice when his auntie
examined it Sort of tingly feeling. If only it could go on for a
bit longer.

The next week was a busy one for Timmy. His aunt, having unpacked
his bag and recoiling at the sad collection of garments there
within, decided to take Timmy to the nearest large town. For most
of the day they visited various shops, choosing new clothes.

Wherever they went, the shop assistants fell in love with Timmy
the instant they saw him. Only a particularly astute observer
would have noticed that all the shorts bought for Timmy were not
only thin and stretchy, but a little on the small size. In
addition, his aunt went to great lengths to find shirts and
teashirts that were very short and which could not possibly hide
his private parts when his underpants were down.

The shop assistant was amused when, on selecting a few pairs of
thin cotton pyjamas, his aunt had chosen a size clearly too
small. The assistant had tried to point out, as tactfully as
possible, that Timmy had a rather large posterior, and the pyjama
trousers would look more like ballet tights on the boy. Timmy's
aunt merely asked what was wrong with that.

Timmy enjoyed himself at his new home. The house was in the
middle of the country and there was no shortage of woods and
fields for him to explore. The girls were polite to him, but kept
their distance. He once found Jessica by herself and for a whole
hour they played hide and seek around the stables and barns.

His aunt was always very nice to him, but very strict. Every day
she seemed to find a reason to spank him. Being late for
breakfast, late for lunch, having slightly dirty hands. It didn't
seem to matter. All he knew was that every afternoon, he found
himself in the study over his aunt's lap. A pragmatist, like all
small boys, he soon realised that his sore bottom was compensated
by the nice tingly feeling he always felt as his aunt's hands
delved into all his crevices. He even stopped feeling embarrassed
about his erections and was soon standing to attention in front
of his auntie without being asked, watching as she performed her
customary examination.

Bathtimes became a routine and under his aunt's delicate hands,
Timmy's foreskin was slowly pulled back a little more every day.
He became so used to this treatment that after only three days he
was sporting an erection even before his aunt had started washing
him.

Allowing him a half hour to play before bed, his aunt simply sat
in the living room, a large whisky in her hand, while Timmy
played with her daughters. In his innocence, the boy was totally
unaware of the spectacle he presented. His pyjama trousers were
so tightly fitting that they really left nothing to the
imagination. Even young Jessica was sometimes taken aback by the
sight of Timmy's genitals so clearly outlined at the front.

Timmy's first experience of how strict his aunt could be came
after he'd been there a week. He'd heard his auntie shouting at
Jessica one afternoon but had forgotten completely about it until
the next morning. After breakfast, his aunt told Jessica to go to
the study and prepare herself. Five minutes later, she ushered
Alison and Timmy inside. Jessica was standing in front of the
desk, a small chair in front of her. She'd taken her skirt off
but still had on a pair of yellow knickers.

Her mother went to the cupboard, took out a thin cane and stood
looking at her daughter. Then she addressed Timmy and Alison.

"Yesterday Jessica stole some money from my purse. This is the
second time she's done it. The first time, she had three strokes.
Today she'll have six."

Turning her attention back to the small girl in front of her, she
flexed the cane. Jessica was already crying.. "Mummy, I'm so
sorry, I…" Claire stopped her. "It's too late for that Jessica.
Bend over the chair and grip the other side. You know what
happens if you don't stay in position."

Jessica, obviously used to the routine, bent over the chair.
Without further ado, her mother raised the cane and brought it
down hard across the girl's bottom. The swish and crack of the
cane echoed round the room. Timmy was sure he could see a line
appearing under her knickers. The girl took the first three
strokes with a lot of loud crying, but the fourth had her
screaming and pleading with her mother to stop.

"If you don't take the last two strokes in silence, I'll give you
another three with your knickers down." warned Claire. Jessica
took the last two strokes without any shouting, though she was
clearly in a great deal of pain.

Her mother ordered the sobbing girl to stand. "Now you can stay
in your room for the rest of the day." she ordered, placing the
cane back in the cupboard.

Timmy was thinking about Jessica's caning that afternoon when he
heard his aunt calling him. Used to the routine by now, he
trotted along to the study, wondering what he'd done this time.
He didn't have to wait long but he was sure he'd flushed the
toilet downstairs. Obviously he was wrong. Otherwise, why would
he be standing in front of his aunt, having his underpants pulled
down?

The next evening, his aunt insisted on giving him a bath earlier.
"I have to go to a very important meeting Timmy, and I won't be
back until after midnight."

Pulling his pyjamas on, he heard his aunt getting ready. He
tiptoed along to the bathroom and looked inside. Alison was in
the bath, one hand between her legs. Timmy looked on in amazement
at the naked girl. She seemed to be washing her private parts
very thoroughly.

Suddenly she saw him. "Get out Timmy! Shut the door!" she
shouted, blushing. Timmy didn't move. "You saw me having a bath.
Why can't I see you having one?" he asked belligerently, though
in total innocence.

Alison screamed for her mother. Claire arrived, handbag in hand,
ready to leave, closely followed by Jessica. She listened to
Alison, then to Timmy and held up her hand to silence them.
"Timmy, I'm very disappointed in you. How could you be so rude?"

Timmy looked at the floor. "But she saw me in the bath auntie, so
why can't I see her?" Claire took a deep breath. "Because, Timmy,
Alison is a young lady and you're a little boy!"

She looked at her watch. "I don't have time now Timmy." She
looked at Alison. "Since you're in charge until I get back, you
may deal with him yourself." She turned and walked down the
stairs.

Alison grinned. "Timmy," she called. "Go to the study and wait
for me!" She continued her bath, washing her privates even faster
than before. She knew that only her mother could use the cane, so
that was out of the question, but she'd never said anything about
the slipper.

Downstairs, Timmy waited in his pyjamas, peering at the books
that lined the study walls. What would Alison do? Shout at him?
Suddenly he remembered what his auntie had said. Alison was in
charge. His hands went instinctively to his bottom, hugged
tightly by his pyjama trousers. Would she? Surely not.
The door opened and Jessica walked in, a huge grin on her face.
"Alison just sent me to get you ready Timmy." she said, unable to
hide the excitement in her eyes. "Put your hands on your head
please!"

Timmy backed away. "Why?" he asked, part of him guessing the
answer.

"I have to take your trousers off silly!" the girl replied.
"Mother said that boys are always punished on the bare and Alison
told me to make sure your pyjama trousers are down before she
arrives." Timmy looked at her in dismay and started to argue.
Jessica smiled cruelly. "You don't have any choice. Mother always
leaves Alison in charge. If you disobey Alison, you'll get the
cane from mother in the morning. Now are you going to put your
hands on your head or not?"

Timmy slowly moved his hands up to his head. "Now if you don't
keep them there, I'll tell Alison, and she'll tell mother that
you were disobedient!"

Timmy watched as if in a dream while Jessica played with the
elastic waistband of his pyjama trousers. She was younger than
him! It just wasn't fair!

She suddenly let go and pointed to Timmy's front. I'm dying to
see what those things are. They look so funny."

She lowered her hand and ran her finger over the bulge. "What are
they Timmy?" she asked, watching the boy squirm with
embarrassment.

Timmy went red. "They're my privates." he said quietly. Jessica
laughed. "Well they're not going to be very private for very
long, are they Timmy?" Her fingers stroked the outline of his
penis.

"I know what this is Timmy." she said teasingly. "Our horse has
got one and sometimes it gets really big. Sometimes, yours gets
big as well doesn't it?"

Timmy looked as if the ground would swallow him. Jessica
continued to stroke him. A week before, Timmy would have been too
shocked to react. Now however, he found his small willy starting
to respond to the girl's stroking, helped no doubt by his aunt's
frequent examinations.

Jessica laughed as she saw the bulge move. Timmy's face was
bright red. "Time to get your bottom ready for Alison I think!"
she said, slowly pulling down his thin trousers.

"Please Jessica..please don't." Timmy said in a little voice.
Jessica just smiled.

The cold air around his nether regions told him that everything
was on show, but Jessica didn't stop until she'd removed his
trousers completely. Deciding to give Alison a nice surprise, she
took off his top as well, leaving the boy completely nude. He
tried to look at the ceiling, anything to avoid meeting her eyes.
A tear ran down one cheek. It just didn't seem right for her to
see him naked.

He was jolted back to earth by the feel of her small hands
suddenly holding his balls. Timmy gasped. Her fingers were
exploring his testicles, and not very gently. He flinched.
"Oh sorry Timmy," he heard her say, a note of genuine concern in
her voice. "I forgot how sensitive boys are here." She smiled.
"These are your testicles aren't they. Our horse used to have
some I think, but the vet cut them off to keep him quiet."

Playfully, she tickled his willy with her finger. How on earth
could boys go through life with these funny little things
dangling between their legs, she thought, examining the end. She
pulled the foreskin back a little making Timmy squeal.

"I heard mother talking to Alison about this." she said, looking
at his the end of his little purple glans peeping out. "I know
it's uncomfortable, but mother said that if it doesn't pull right
back, you might have to go to hospital."
Holding his penis a little more firmly, she started to pull back
his foreskin again. Timmy started to cry. He just couldn't
believe what she was doing to him.

Jessica stopped and stroked her finger along his willy. "Don't
cry Timmy. I'm trying to be gentle, really I am. Mother even said
we shouldn't embarrass you if your thing goes stiff, because it
would help to make your foreskin looser."

Timmy sniffed and closed his eyes, trying to pretend this wasn't
happening. Jessica toyed with his foreskin but didn't pull it
back any further. With her other hand she gently jiggled each
testicle in turn, wondering at how boys could run and walk with
these sensitive little things bouncing together in their bag.

Timmy relaxed a little. He sighed and opened one eye. Jessica
grinned at him. "You are a big boy aren't you Timmy!" He looked
down and groaned with shame. His penis was sticking right up and
felt like a rod of iron in her small hand. Under all his
embarrassment he couldn't disguise the fact that it did feel ever
so nice. The tingly feeling was starting- just like he had after
his spankings when his auntie examined him.

"Jessica, please stop. Alison's going to be here soon!" His voice
shook slightly. Jessica laughed but didn't stop. If anything, she
seemed to stroke his willy a little faster, her other hand
dancing lightly around his tight little scrotum. "Oh I think
Alison will be more interested in your bottom." she said
chuckling. "Oh and by the way, you'd better call her 'Miss' when
she arrives. She's very proud of being left in charge when mother
goes out!"

The tingly feeling was getting much stronger. Timmy moved his
hands from his head. "Get them back on your head!" ordered
Jessica. "Move them again and I'll tell mother!" Timmy started to
squirm. His stiff willy seemed as if it would burst. The tingling
grew stronger and seemed to be concentrated right at the tip
where Jessica's fingers were teasing his foreskin. "P..please
Jessica..please…"

They heard footsteps along the corridor. Jessica quickly released
him and stood up. Timmy, only seconds away from what would have
been his very first orgasm, gazed in horror as the door opened
and Alison entered the study. She looked at Timmy in amazement,
his erect penis pointing straight at her, then grinned at
Jessica. In her hand was an old leather slipper which she slapped
lightly against her thigh. She would have preferred to use the
slipper in her mother's cupboard, but her mother always kept it
locked.

"I'm sure you know what I have to do to you and why I have to do
it Timmy," she said quietly, watching his willy start to droop.
"Face the wall and touch your toes!"

Momentarily stunned by the sight of the slipper, Tommy hesitated,
then realising that at least he could hide his embarrassment, he
bent over.

Alison suppressed a laugh. Timmy's backside was one of the most
beautiful things she'd seen for ages. She took up position behind
him and ran her finger down between his buttocks. "You're going
to have six hard slaps with the slipper Timmy. I want you to be a
big boy and not wriggle. If you don't stay still, I'll give you
extra." She paused. "You will never walk into the bathroom again
without knocking first. Do you understand?" Timmy gripped his
ankles tightly. He was determined not to give the girls the
satisfaction of seeing him blubbing. "Yes miss." a little voice
replied. Alison smiled. The boy was learning.

The force of the first hard slap took him by surprise. Apart from
riding, Alison was also a very good tennis player and her right
arm was stronger than that of most boys her age. Timmy had almost
no time to get his breath before the second hard slap fell. This
was far more painful than the spankings he got from his aunt. As
the third slap landed, he burst into tears, all ideas of taking
it like a man forgotten.

Alison, stopped and winked at Jessica. "Only another three to go
Timmy. You're doing very well." Raising her arm high, she whacked
him hard right in the middle of his bottom. She saw the boy's
knuckles turn white as he held his ankles.

Timmy couldn't believe how painful it was. His bottom felt like
it was on fire. He gritted his teeth, praying that he'd be able
to take the last two slaps. In his naivety he wasn't to know that
he was getting what thousands of boys received every day in
school. His education was just beginning.

Alison laid the last two in quick succession, both in the middle
of Timmy's left buttock. She stood back and admired how she'd
transformed his bottom from a white to a deep red.

"Okay Timmy, I want you to go straight to bed. I'll be up to see
you in a few minutes."

It was over. Timmy was dressed and sent to bed. Perhaps it was
his imagination but he was sure he heard laughter as he climbed
the stairs. He was so tired. Laying down on his tummy he tried to
sleep. His pillow was wet from his tears.

It was dark. He felt soft hands lifting him and pulling down his
trousers. Another hand went under his hip and turned him over.
Something warm and wet engulfed his little penis. He felt
something like a tongue licking it. He heard giggling and sighed.
Perhaps it was his auntie. Perhaps she wanted to spank him.
Perhaps she had to examine his privates. He opened his legs wider
and smiled in his sleep.

******

Claire sat in her office, a rather strange smile on her face. The
children were in the garden playing. At breakfast, she'd got the
whole story from Alison and had congratulated her daughter on her
behaviour. A quick glance at Timmy's bottom had revealed nothing
more than a few patches of slightly reddened skin, certainly
nothing to indicate that Alison had been over zealous in her use
of the slipper.

Her smile was in fact due to a letter she'd just received. Her
two closest friends had just returned to the same school from
which they'd left, namely the rather exclusive private boys
boarding school only two miles away. Only this time they appeared
to be coming back for good, one as the new Headmistress, the
other as Deputy headmistress. Claire sighed as she remembered
when she'd taught there. Claire and her friends had studied
together, laughed together and had shared their innermost secrets
together. She still remembered the surprise when they found they
all shared the same fetish. She picked up the phone and dialled
the number of the school.

Timmy was exploring the conservatory when he heard his aunt
calling him. Quickly he ran through everything he'd done today.
He sighed. It didn't really matter. Hs aunt would find a reason
to spank him like she did every day. He briefly felt his bottom.
It had been a little sore in the morning after Alison's
slippering, but it seemed okay now. At least he'd have that funny
tingly feeling when she examined him afterwards. That wasn't too
bad.

He ran round the side of the house, past the rose garden and saw
his aunt sitting on the patio talking to another lady.

"Ah Timmy, come and meet an old friend of mine, Miss Ingrid
Stenton." Timmy stood obediently next to his aunt while she
introduced him to the new Headmistress. "She's the Headmistress
of your new school and she's even brought a uniform for you
Timmy," his aunt said, patting his bottom. "I want you to try it
on."

Miss Stenton smiled at Timmy and produced a small package. "This
is the summer uniform Timmy," she said, showing him the clothes.
"It really is very simple, a pair of grey shorts, white teashirt,
and burgundy sweater."

Claire took the clothes and turned to Timmy smiling. "Well then,
let's see you in them Timmy! Come on!"

Timmy, took his teashirt off and put on the fresh school teashirt
with a small crest and motto. Glancing at his aunt, he slipped
his shorts down and reached for the school shorts. The new lady
put out her hand to stop him.

"No Timmy, you have to take your underpants off as well. These
shorts are designed to be worn without underpants. Those are the
new school rules!"

His aunt tried to hide her smile. Ingrid had already explained
the changes she'd made.

Timmy reddened but knew better than to be disobedient. Quickly he
slipped his underpants off, covering himself with one hand while
reaching for the shorts. Too late he saw his aunt holding the
shorts and examining them closely.

"Do you think they're tight enough Ingrid?" his aunt asked,
stretching them slightly. She looked at Timmy standing awkwardly
in front of her. "Oh do stand up straight Timmy. Hands by your
sides if you please!"

Once again, Timmy found himself exposing his private parts to his
aunt. He didn't mind this, he was used to it. What made him turn
a deep beetroot red was the fact that his privates were being
scrutinised by his new Headmistress. If that wasn't enough, what
happened next was totally unexpected.

Miss Stenton casually reached out and took Timmy's penis in her
hand. "Oh I say, I see what you mean Claire. I 'm surprised that
he hasn't been circumcised already!" Claire nodded. "I'm doing my
best to make sure that he doesn't have to be." she said. Miss
Stenton gently pulled Timmy closer and examined his small willy.
Timmy wished the ground would swallow him up. For a second he
wondered if he should run back to his room. Then reality set in.
This was his Headmistress. Meekly, he stepped closer and kept his
hands by his sides while the woman examined his tight foreskin.

"Claire, I agree that the occasional erection will be
beneficial," said Miss Stenton, keeping Timmy's willy firmly in
her grasp. "But I do hope you take care that his erections don't
give him ideas about – you know- self abuse!"

Claire laughed. "Of course not!" She loved playing these games
with her friend. "Timmy's far too young to masturbate!"

Ingrid seemed reassured. "Well Claire, you know my feelings on
the matter. Goodness knows, I cane enough boys because of it! I
value your expertise on all matters relating to little boys
genitalia and I'm really looking forward to starting your private
tuition sessions again." Claire nearly orgasmed there and then.
They discussed in detail their plans for the future, in
particular the almost daily visits to her home of young boys
requiring extra help next term.

"The summer holidays have only just started," continued Miss
Stenton. "Yet there are nine boys who for various reasons, have
to spend their holidays at the school. I see no reason why they
shouldn't study here occasionally under your supervision. You'll
be able to examine their particulars at your leisure, get to the
bottom of their problems and thrash out a solution together " She
paused, her eyes twinkling. "I'm sure you'll make the boys rise
to the occasion and feel that they want to come. As for yourself,
Claire, I know that you'll always want to come!"

Claire laughed. They understood each other perfectly.

Timmy was still standing quietly to one side, his willy now rock
hard in Miss Stenton's hand. She looked at him and examined his
erection. "As for you Timmy, I expect you to know all your tables
before you start school!" She turned to Claire. "I can't stress
enough how important discipline is. Boys are naturally lazy and
even the well behaved ones need something to wake them up." She
leaned closer. "I've just ordered twenty five new canes and I
intend to see that they're used a great deal!"

Letting go of Timmy's willy, she picked up the school shorts and
held them open. "Come on then, let's see you in them!" Timmy
obeyed and was dismayed to find the new shorts stretchy but very
tight.

Claire put her hand to her mouth, trying not to laugh. "Oh you
look so sweet Timmy!" she said, running her hand over his large
backside, his buttocks well outlined by the thin material pulled
deep between his cheeks. The front was even more interesting.
Like his pyjama bottoms, the stretchy thin material left nothing
to the imagination.

"You see Claire," said Miss Stenton, holding Timmy's bulge in her
fingers, "The boys are cooler in summer, they learn the
importance of hygiene and there are no underpants to be washed!"
She removed her hand. "Plus, we can keep an eye on their, er,
particulars."

Miss Stenton stood up. "Well I must be going. So much to do." She
winked at Claire. "Would it be okay to start private tuition in
two days?" she asked, grinning. "There's a nine year old boy I
think you could do wonders for. I examined his report yesterday.
He certainly has a very long one!" Claire had to bite her lip to
stop herself from laughing.

She shook Timmy's hand. "I look forward to meeting you again in
September young man." she said. "I'll test you on your tables and
have my cane ready just in case!" She said this jokingly, but her
eyes were deadly serious. "No good putting something down your
shorts for protection either." she added, grinning. "At my school
every boy who comes to my study for the cane gets it on his bare
bottom!" She didn't feel it worth adding that even if they
weren't there to be caned, they usually ended up with a bare
bottom anyway.

She said her goodbyes to Claire. "What are you doing now?" Miss
Stenton asked casually.

Claire put her hand on Timmy's shoulder and smiled. "I have to go
and give Timmy a spanking. He arrived with dirty hands and wasn't
as polite as I'd have wished." She looked at the little boy,
squirming in his tight school shorts. "Wait for me in the study
Timmy-hands on your head if you please." She laughed as he ran
away.

Timmy stood in the study waiting for his aunt. His shorts were
uncomfortable but he knew his aunt would soon be pulling them
down. After the encounter with his new Headmistress he even
looked forward to being put once again over his aunt's lap. For
some reason it made him feel safe and sort of wanted. She had
such a soft dress and she spanked so slowly. Recently she'd been
stroking him between his legs and tickling his testicly –things
or whatever she called them. That was nice, especially when the
funny tingly feeling started. She also liked it when his thing
was hard right from the start. He looked around to see if anyone
was watching. Slipping his hand down the front of his shorts, he
started to play with his willy, just like his aunt did. It felt
nice.

He heard footsteps. The door opened and his aunt entered. Timmy
stood up straight, hands on his head. Sitting in front of him,
she leaned forward and kissed his forehead. He didn't even see
her pull her dress right up to her waist, leaving her to all
intents and purposes, naked from the waist down.

"Let's get these shorts off, shall we?" she said quietly, sliding
them gently down. "Time for your spanking!"

******

Timmy opened his eyes and yawned. The sun streamed in through the
window illuminating the vase of flowers on the edge of his
dressing table. Downstairs he could hear a car door slamming and
his aunt shouting goodbye to someone.

He remembered. His aunt was going to be away all day. He'd be on
his own with the girls.

Returning from the bathroom he got back into bed and closed his
eyes. He'd get up in a few minutes. He remembered having his bath
before going to bed. His aunt had washed him so gently and she
wasn't at all angry when his thing went hard- which it seemed to
do all the time now. It was funny when she put the soap all over
it and made the tingly feeling start. Last night she'd washed it
for longer than usual.

Thinking about it made him feel tingly now. Under the sheets, he
slipped his pyjama trousers down to his knees and held his willy.
Auntie always stroked it-like this. He smiled as he felt it
stiffen, pressing against the sheets. The tingling grew stronger.
Timmy stroked the end for a while, then took it between his
fingers and started to rub up and down. Should he tell his aunt
was he was doing? Perhaps she'd be pleased that he was helping to
make his foreskin looser. Somehow he doubted it. Perhaps he
shouldn't say anything about what he was doing now.

The tingling grew in intensity. It was so very nice. What if he
rubbed it a bit faster? His breathing grew heavier, his hand
moving up and down under the sheets.

Abruptly, the sheets were pulled back and cold air hit his
thighs. Standing over him was Alison, a look of disbelief and
disgust on her face. Jessica was just behind her, her mouth open
in amazement.

Timmy's warm tingly world collapsed around him.

"You dirty, filthy, disgusting little boy!" shouted Alison,
pulling the sheets right off him. Timmy released his throbbing
little willy, now shrinking rapidly, and reached down to pull his
pyjama trousers up.

"Oh no you don't!" shouted Alison, grabbing his arm and pulling
him up out of bed. Timmy looked at the girls in horror, his face
deep crimson with embarrassment. His pjyama bottoms lay on the
floor around his ankles.

Alison took a deep breath. "I cannot believe what I have just
seen! Just wait till mother hears about this."

Timmy looked down to avoid their eyes. A tear fell from his eye.
What he'd done was wrong. He didn't know why but he felt it must
be very serious.

Alison winked at Jessica. "You know Jessica, since mother's not
here, perhaps we should phone that nice Miss Stenton and ask her
to come and deal with him." Timmy looked up horror. "No, please
Alison, please don't tell her-please!" He put his face in his
hands and sobbed.

"I..I'll do whatever you say Alison, you can punish me –please
Alison-not Miss Stenton!" Alison tried not to smile.
"Go down and have breakfast Timmy. We'll decide what to do with
you later." She pointed to his pyjama trousers. "Fold those up
neatly before you go!" Timmy obeyed and reached for his pants.
Alison stopped him. "Oh no young man, you stay like this for the
rest of the day. Now go!"

Timmy played with his cereal bowl, his appetite gone. The hard
wooden chair felt so cold against his naked buttocks.

The door opened and the girls came in. "Well Timmy, we've decided
to give you a choice. Mother's locked her canes away so I can't
use those on you" She didn't feel it worth mentioning that, in
any case, she was forbidden from using them.

"However, I do have a nice riding crop which I think would do
just as well." She looked at Jessica. "You either come and take
your beating now or we phone Miss Stenton. Timmy stood up. "I'll
take my beating from you, please miss," he said meekly. He had no
doubt that it would be very painful, but the thought of the
Headmistress he'd met getting her hands on him was too awful to
contemplate.

He followed them upstairs to the study. In the middle of the
room, the girls had placed a heavy chair. Alison's riding crop
was on top.

She picked it up and ordered him to bend over the chair. Timmy
did as he was told, tears already running down his face. He
gripped the end but was suddenly surprised and scared to feel
Alison moving them. "Just to make sure you don't try and get
away!" she said, slipping some rope around his wrists. She pulled
his arms down hard and tied them to the chair legs. Next she did
the same to his ankles, ignoring his pleas for her to stop.

Jessica came up behind him. He felt her breathing grow faster,
then a hand reached between his legs and fondled his little
balls. "Shall I make it stiff for you Timmy?" she asked, laughing
at her joke. Timmy shut his eyes. Please let this be just a bad
dream. She withdrew her hand and looked at her sister who was
gripping her riding whip.

"I don't know yet how many I'm going to give you Timmy." she
said, tapping his twitching buttocks with the end. "However we've
got all day to decide!" She smiled. "I think six to start with,
then Jessica can give you six. After that we'll leave you here
for a an hour or so while we have lunch. I'm sure you'll be ready
for more later!"

She pushed the riding whip between his cheeks. Timmy felt the tip
touching his little bumhole. His willy jerked in response. "No,
no, please don't !" whined Timmy, pulling on the ropes.

"Okay here's the first one." He heard her say. Alison raised the
whip. At that second she saw Jessica gazing at the door, her face
white.

"Just what on earth do you think you are doing young lady!" her
mother's voice boomed.

Explanations were swift. Their mother's meetings had all been
cancelled. She untied Timmy and comforted him while the girls
tried desperately to convince their mother that it was all
Timmy's fault.

Claire held up her hand for silence. "You've both behaved
disgracefully and you'll both be caned." She announced. Alison
looked sick. "Alison, I'm ashamed of you, abusing your authority
in such a way. You know very well that you may use only the
slipper and no more!" The girls tried to reason with her but she
sent them to their rooms, with orders to return in half an hour
without their skirts.

Claire stood Timmy in front of her. "As for you Timmy, we have to
look into this matter a little more. I will not tolerate any boy
abusing himself!"

Secretly she was delighted that the boy had started trying to
masturbate so soon. It gave her another means of control over
him. In time, perhaps soon, he'd be allowed to experience his
first orgasm, but it would be done on her terms, when she decided
he was ready and with her in complete control. She remembered the
early days at her school when spot checks in the dormitories were
commonplace almost every evening, boys with erections marched
down to the staff room for inspection and punishment, boys with
stained handkerchieves spanked hard by the matron and boys found
to have masturbated beaten naked in front of the whole school.
Those were the days. She really must talk to Miss Stenton about
this!

Snapping out of her daydream she turned her attention back to the
little boy in front of her. "I know you've been frightened by the
girls, and they'll both be punished for it, but you know very
well you deserve a proper punishment for your disgusting
behaviour." She paused. "I'm going to have a cup of tea and when
I come back I propose to give you three strokes of the cane." She
patted his bottom. "You're all ready I see. Go to the toilet,
then come back and stand facing the wall here, hands on your
head!" She rose and walked out.

Tommy lay face down on his bed, his hand occasionally feeling the
three raised weals on his backside. He'd never known anything so
painful. It had been like a red hot poker applied to his skin.
He'd been the first one to be punished and his aunt had left him
in doubt that the only reason he wasn't getting six strokes like
the others was because he'd suffered so much already.

He remembered watching, through his tears, the girls bending over
the chair after him. Jessica had been philosophical about the
whole thing, though she'd still yelled and wriggled an awful lot.
He couldn't possibly imagine how anyone could remain in position
for six strokes. Alison had suffered most. Her mother used a
different cane for her eldest daughter, longer and thicker than
the other one. The girl had taken the first two strokes with only
a sharp gasp of breath, but the third stroke had her wailing and
pleading for her mother to stop.

Claire had been furious with her daughters, not so much because
of what they'd done to Timmy, but because they had quite openly
disobeyed her instructions on dealing with him. In fact, if the
truth were known, she'd found the sight of Timmy tied over the
chair most exciting. Alison was nclearly a most interesting and
imaginative young lady. Perhaps in future she should give Alison
and Jessica more authority over Timmy rather than restricting it.
After all, Timmy certainly had deserved a good beating.

The door opened and his aunt walked in and sat on the edge of the
bed. She was pleased to see that Timmy hadn't put his pyjama
trousers back on. All three children had been sent to their rooms
for the rest of the day.

"How are the stripes?" she asked smiling. "Still sore?" She ran
her finger over one of the weals. "A little bit auntie," said
Timmy, turning his head to see her. He hesitated. "Auntie, I..I'm
sorry auntie..I.." Claire put her finger to his lips. "Yes Timmy,
I'm sure you are, but you've had your punishment so the matter is
finished."

Timmy propped his head up on his elbows. Claire ran her finger
slowly along the inside of his leg. "When my grandfather was
little, boys who abused themselves had nasty metal tubes put over
their penis when they went to bed. The tubes had sharp pins
inside to stop the boys playing with themselves." She laughed.

"However, these days we use far more humane methods." She reached
down and picked up the bag that she'd brought in. Inside were two
large strange looking gloves. "These go over your hands when
you're ready to go to bed. They're very comfortable to wear. I do
them up and then untie them for you in the morning." Claire
demonstrated on Timmy's hand. "You see, it's impossible for you
to untie them yourself, and of course there's no way you can
abuse yourself while wearing them."

His aunt chuckled. She knew very well that with Timmy unable to
further his sexual explorations in the privacy of his own
bedroom, he'd become completely dependent on her for sexual
release. She imagined the tension and frustration that would
build up in his body over the next few days and grinned. She was
looking forward to it.

"I'll come and give you your bath later Timmy." She said, kissing
him. "Tomorrow's a busy day."

******

The next morning, Timmy sat on the steps in front of the house,
watching the long driveway that wound throught the forest. His
aunt had asked him to call her when he saw a car arriving. He
fidgeted and sat up straight, momentarily reaching round to his
back and pulling his shorts out from between his buttocks.

His aunt had made him wear his new school uniform today and he
was finding the shorts very uncomfortable. They were so tight and
seemed to stick to him like a second skin. He understood why he
was not allowed to wear underpants under them. There just
wouldn't be enough room.

In the distance he saw a car enter the grounds and ran to tell
his aunt. "Auntie, they're coming." His aunt joined him and
walked down the steps holding his hand.

Claire didn't recognise the woman at first, then suddenly it hit
her. "Sarah, is it really you?" she said in astonishment. Sarah
Fanshaw, the new Deputy Head of the school got out of the car and
they hugged for ages.

"I can't tell you how happy I am to be back!" said Sarah, beaming
at her friend. They chatted for a few minutes and Sarah looked at
her watch. "Gosh, I'm so sorry Claire, but I have to go. A lot of
new teachers are arriving for a meeting today and I have to be
there. She mentioned a few names and Claire laughed. "That bunch?
Well, I must say, Ingrid works very fast." Sarah laughed. "Yes,
it will be just like old times-remember?"

Before leaving, Sarah beckoned to a small figure in the back of
the car. A small boy got out, one hand holding a school satchel,
the other clutching a long thin object wrapped in brown paper.

"This is Jeremy," explained Sarah. "Not a bad boy, but needs
waking up in my opinion." She got into the car and winked at
Claire. "Have fun!" she said, a twinkle in her eye.

Claire looked at the boy, standing rather nervously in front of
her. He was dressed in the same uniform that Timmy wore, his
shorts just as tight, just as revealing. Slightly taller than
Timmy with light brown hair and innocent brown eyes, he was a
little slimmer but still possessed that pert backside so typical
of little boys that hadn't yet lost their puppy fat. Her eyes
widened as she saw the front of his shorts. Ingrid hadn't been
joking! Either the boy had a few large pork sausages hidden down
there or he was incredibly well endowed for his age!

Signalling for the boys to follow her she led them to her study.
A few small school desks had been put in the middle and a
blackboard hung on the wall. Claire turned to Jeremy and smiled.
"Well Jeremy, I'm very pleased to meet you. She introduced him to
Timmy and explained that they'd be studying together. She looked
at the long thin package in his hand. "What's that Jeremy?"

Jeremy smiled shyly, then handed it to Claire. "Please miss, the
Headmistress told me to give this to you and she hopes you'll use
it a lot miss." He was clearly relieved at having conveyed the
message correctly.

Claire undid the tape and unwrapped it. "Oh how kind of her!" she
said, holding a long yellow cane in her hand. She looked closely
and her eyes shone. Not just a normal school cane, it was one of
the new softwood canes that Ingrid loved. Almost as effective as
a normal cane they stung like crazy without bruising the skin.
She remembered Ingrid telling her all about them and how they'd
improve discipline, since the boys could be caned as frequently
as the teacher wished. She looked at the boy. "Well I think it
would be quite rude of me if I don't use it. Tell me Jeremy, when
were you last caned?" He looked embarrassed. "Er, yesterday
miss," he said quietly. "And are you caned over your shorts
Jeremy?" He reddened. "No miss, I have to take them off miss."

Jeremy looked relieved as she placed the cane on her desk..
Claire smiled. "Well Jeremy, sit down here and show me your
books. He pulled everything out of his satchel and she ran her
eye over his work. Within minutes she had him learning spellings,
copying out poems, practising his handwriting and doing long
multiplication.

He was well behaved and worked hard. She gave Timmy some work to
do and sat down and read for an hour, running her finger along
the new cane. Announcing it was time for a break, she led the two
boys down to the kitchen and sat them at the table. Alison and
Jessica were there, arguing about horses as usual. She introduced
Jeremy to them and smiled as she saw their eyes go immediately to
the boy's shorts. Alison pretended not to notice but Jessica just
stared until her mother nudged her.

Claire paused. It was an old trick and rarely failed, but Jeremy
had so far been very well behaved. Should she? She grinned. Why
postpone the inevitable. Quickly she poured two glasses of milk
and smeared the second with cooking oil. She handed the first to
Timmy. He was okay. She didn't need an excuse to take his shorts
off!

The second glass, she held by the rim amd handed it to Jeremy,
positioning it just above his lap and warning him to be careful.
It happened just as she knew it would. The glass slipped through
his fingers and fell onto his shorts before bouncing onto the
floor and smashing.

Alison helped pick up the broken glass while Claire ordered
Jeremy up and scolded him, wiping his shorts. "It's no good
Jeremy, these shorts will have to be washed immediately. Take
them off please!" The boy looked at her aghast.

"But miss, I don't have anything on underneath them miss."
Claire looked at him sternly. "I don't see why that's important.
Do as you're told and give them to Alison. She'll take them to
the laundry room."

Jeremy looked at the girls staring at him. "Can I take them off
later please miss?" he asked in desperation. Claire spoke very
quietly. "Jeremy for your carelessness I intend to spank you. For
not taking off your shorts when asked, I intend to cane you. If
you do not give those shorts to Alison in five seconds, I will
phone Miss Stenton and ask her to come and deal with you
herself!"

Jeremy went pale and slipped his shorts off immediately, handing
them to Alison. "No Jeremy, hands by your sides please!" ordered
Claire, as he sought to cover his embarrassment. Jessica's eyes
bulged. His penis was almost twice as long as Timmy's and much
thicker.

Claire fought hard not to smile. Jeremy stood still in front of
the girls, his face bright red. "I think some of the milk went
through your shorts Jeremy. I just have to wipe you." She picked
up a damp cloth and gently wiped him around his groin. Lifting
his penis, she ran the cloth along it. Jeremy looked at what she
was doing, his face a mixture of confusion and shame.

Back in the study, she made the boys sit down and continue their
work. Jeremy had politely asked if he could wear something but
Claire simply told him he would stay like that until his shorts
were dry-possibly sometime that evening.

She examined Timmy's work and declared he wasn't trying hard
enough. Perhaps a spanking would help! Smiling sweetly, he stood
in front of her and watched her pull his shorts down. She
hesitated. "I think Timmy, that if Jeremy is to spend the day
with a bare bottom, you should too!" Timmy didn't argue. He
didn't like his shorts and besides, he felt perfectly at ease now
when he was naked in front of her.

She smiled as she saw his willy already sticking up. "Over you go
Timmy." she said, pulling him into the usual position.
His spanking wasn't quite as long as usual. Claire had other
ideas. As usual she examined his genitalia in great detail
afterwards, praising him for keeping still while she loosened his
foreskin.

Next, she called Jeremy over and ordered his hands on his head.
"When did you last have your privates examined?" she asked,
trying hard to keep a straight face. Jeremy's face turned a
deeper shade of red. "Please miss, last night and this morning
miss." he replied seriously. Claire's mouth fell open in
surprise. Her friends at the school were really enjoying
themselves!

Claire patted her lap. "Over you go young man!" Soon she had him
in position. She assumed he was unused to this little game and
started from scratch, giving light spanks while teasing his tight
little bumhole. To her astonishment she felt him grow hard almost
immediately. She pulled him over a bit more and leaned back,
smiling.

Five minutes later, still breathing heavily after her orgasm, she
stood him up and admired his red backside.

She looked at her watch. Alison and Jessica would be going to see
their friends soon. They'd been so sweet and loving since their
punishment yesterday. Perhaps a little treat was in order.
Chuckling to herself, she wrote a quick note and gave it to
Jeremy. "I want you to go to the girls and give them this note
Jeremy." She picked up her new cane and handed it to him. "Take
this as well and make sure you do as you're told! Now off with
you-and don't forget to bring the cane back!" she added.

Watching the little boy run out of the door, his red buttocks
bouncing up and down, she leaned back and grinned. In the note
she'd asked the girls to give her a hand with some of her duties.
Mainly, to check if Jeremy had the same problem as Timmy has with
his private parts. They were to examine his foreskin in great
detail and to note any changes when he had an erection, to check
that his testicles were both fully descended and finally, to
administer the six strokes owed for his disobedience earlier.

She closed her eyes. Little Jessica would be so happy!

******

"Well I think that's a very wise decision Alison," said Miss
Stenton, sipping her tea. "I think you'd make an excellent
teacher!" They were all seated on the large sun-lit terrace
behind the house, Claire having invited her friend over for
afternoon tea. The girls sat between Miss Stenton and their
mother, drinking lemonade.

"You're only thirteen but you've already decided what you want to
do." she continued. "That shows determination and that's an
important quality in a teacher."

She glanced over to the swimming pool where Timmy was sitting on
the edge, dangling his feet in the water.

"If you'd like, perhaps we could arrange with your school to
allow you to spend some time with us next term.. You know, a sort
of work experience programme." Alison nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes Miss Stenton, I'd like that very much. I'm sure they'll be
no problem getting permission."

Miss Stenton smiled at her. Alison was so much like her mother,
she thought. Suddenly she had an idea. "You know Alison, if you
like, you could come over and help out at the school during the
holidays. I know there are only nine boys there but they require
plenty of supervision. We could even arrange for you to give them
some lessons if you like. I know the staff would be so grateful."
Alison tried not to show her excitement. Her legs felt like
jelly.

"Of course, since we're a private school, we're not obliged to
follow the local authority's rules." explained Miss Stenton.
"This means that provided I say so, you'll have full authority
over the children-just as any other member of the teaching staff.
That would look good in your c.v. wouldn't it!" She grinned. "Of
course, you'll have to have your own cane. Can't have the boys
getting cheeky just because you're so young!" Alison smiled
politely, and excused herself. She walked sedately back to the
house but once out of sight, raced up to the privacy of her room.
Whatever reservations she may have had about Timmy's attempt at
masturbation clearly didn't apply to herself.

Claire watched her daughter leave and tousled Jessica's hair.
"Thanks Ingrid, I don't think you'll be disappointed with
Alison."

Timmy came running over, his bare feet leaving wet marks on the
patio. He held up a pool thermometer for his aunt to see. "Look
auntie," he said excitedly. "Is it warm enough now?" His aunt
smiled and took the thermometer. "Okay Timmy," she said laughing.
"You can go and have a little swim. Stay away from the deep end
though!"

Timmy quickly removed his teashirt and looked around him.
"Auntie, do I have any swimming trunks?" Claire took his teashirt
and folded it. "Of course not Timmy, why on earth do you need
swimming trunks. Now give me those shorts!" With a little
sidewards glance at Miss Stenton, he slipped the shorts off and
ran naked back to the pool.

At the edge, he bent down with his back to her and felt the water
with his hand. Miss Stenton looked at Timmy's cute behind and
licked her lips. That was one backside she'd be seeing a lot of
when school started. She'd make sure of that! Claire followed her
gaze and laughed, reading her mind.

"Changing the subject Claire, I must thank you for taking Jeremy
yesterday. I do hope it didn't inconvenience you too much."
Claire almost spilt her tea. "Of course not Ingrid, it was a
pleasure to have him." She turned to Jessica. "You enjoyed having
him here as well didn't you darling?"

Jessica blushed and nodded, a large grin on her face. Oh what fun
it had been! She remembered the look of disbelief on the boy's
face when Alison had read the note out to him. The tears of
embarrassment as she'd examined his most private bits, commenting
on the size of his penis, ignoring his whining little voice as
she'd pulled his foreskin all the way back. It was not nearly as
tight as Timmy's. Getting him erect had been easy and she'd
enjoyed the look of panic on his face as she'd tightened her grip
on his scrotum, ostensibly checking each testicle in turn. Alison
had allowed her to give him two strokes with the cane, but her
arm hadn't been strong enough to really do it justice. Her sister
had loved the ritual leading up to the caning and had been so
fussy about getting him in exactly the right position. How she'd
swung that cane! She was startled out of her daydreaming by her
mother's voice.

"Yes, we'd love to have another boy. No trouble at all. To tell
you the truth I enjoyed doing some teaching again. Perhaps not
every day, at least not until term time, but two or three every
week during the holidays would be no trouble, and I'm sure
Jessica would like to see Jeremy again, wouldn't you dear?"

Jessica blushed again and looked up at Alison's bedroom window.
She knew exactly how Alison felt. "Yes mother, I'd love to see
Jeremy again. she replied politely, blushing even more.

Claire looked at Timmy splashing happily in the pool. "I say,
Ingrid, I've just had an idea. You're all at your wits end over
there trying to keep those nine boys occupied when you should be
resting, and here we've got a big swimming pool to ourselves. Why
don't you bring them over tomorrow?"

Ingrid considered the proposal. "That really is very kind of you.
I'm sure they'd love to spend the whole day swimming." She smiled
at Jessica. "Would you and Alison help supervise them? Your
mother and I have so much to discuss." The thought of another
nine naked boys running round the pool left Jessica speechless
for a few seconds. "Y..yes Miss Stenton, I'd love to help."

Alison returned just in time to hear what her mother had
proposed. Miss Stenton turned to her. "Oh and I'll bring a cane
for you tomorrow Alison." she said in a matter of fact voice. "I
think it only right that you practise using it before you arrive
at the school, and rest assured I'll make sure that you get ample
opportunity tomorrow." Alison could hardly believe her ears and
crossed her legs hoping it wasn't too obvious just how aroused
the thought made her.

Timmy came running up, dripping water everywhere. "Auntie, would
you like to see me jump in?" he asked happily, tugging gently at
her sleeve. "Not just yet Timmy," his aunt said kindly but
firmly. "I'm talking to Miss Stenton."

He glanced at Miss Stenton and stood quietly, waiting for them to
finish talking. One thing he'd learned in the last few weeks was
you didn't disobey auntie. He didn't mind the spankings, but he
wanted to avoid a caning at all cost. He remembered Jeremy
yesterday when he came back to the study after delivering
auntie's note to the girls. His aunt had examined Jeremy's
bottom, taken the cane from him and had given him another six
strokes. Jeremy had cried his eyes out for ages but his auntie
had seemed strangely pleased about there being no bruising or
something. Not at all like his spankings.

The spankings his aunt gave him were only painful towards the
end. He wondered if he was perhaps getting used to them, after
all, his aunt often commented on what a big boy he was. It was so
funny when the tingly feeling started. Auntie's hands made him
feel so nice afterwards. Especially when she…

"Timmy, Miss Stenton just asked you a question. Please be kind
enough to answer it!" His aunt was looking at him intently. "Did
you hear what I said Timmy?" There was an edge in her voice.

He looked at his aunt. He knew that it was always best to be
honest. She could smell a lie from a hundred miles.

"Please auntie, I'm very sorry auntie. I was thinking about
something and I….."

"Exactly Timmy! Miss Stenton asked you what you were thinking
about. Could you answer her please?"

Timmy looked confused. "Auntie, I wasn't thinking about anything,
I was just.."

Miss Stenton broke in. "I was simply interested in why you
suddenly had an erection Timmy." she said quietly.

He looked down. His willy was sticking up, like a rocket about to
blast off. He sighed. Why did this always happen? His willy
seemed to have a life of its own and seemed determined to get him
into trouble.

He looked desperately at his aunt, then at Miss Stenton. "I'm
waiting for an answer, Timmy!" said the headmistress.

Timmy panicked. He couldn't tell them the truth, could he? He saw
his aunt looking at him. Yes, he must. He reached out and took
her hand.

"Please auntie, I was thinking about when…when you spank me." He
burst into tears and his aunt pulled him gently to her and hugged
him. "Okay Timmy, don't cry." She kissed him. "It's quite normal
for a boy to have an erection when he's spanked." She dried his
tears. "We're not angry with you. Miss Stenton just wanted to
know, that's all." She lowered her hand and squeezed his penis
gently.

Miss Stenton looked at Timmy and smiled. "Come and show me
Timmy!" she ordered. For a second, Timmy considered remaining in
the comfort of his aunt's embrace, but his aunt made it pretty
clear what she expected by standing him up and patting his
bottom. He showed Miss Stenton. Miss Stenton looked down and
smiled.

"Oh Timmy, I think I'm going to have to keep an eye on you at
school!" she said. Timmy wasn't sure, but he was sure she had a
nasty glint in her eye.

Miss Stenton put her cup down and stood up. "Well, I'll see you
tomorrow about ten o'clock then." she said to Claire. "I'll
probably walk here with the boys and Sarah will drive the minibus
over to pick us up later." It's two miles and they'll probably be
exhausted by the evening.

She walked over to the pool and knelt down looking at the water.
"It's really beautiful here Claire. So peaceful!"
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a small figure running
towards her. Timmy, having waited ages to show his aunt how he
could jump, had finally had his prayers answered when Miss
Stretton got up to leave.

"Look auntie!" he called, leaping into the pool.

Everything happened in slow motion. Entering the water only
inches from where Miss Stenton was kneeling, he sent a wall of
water flying through the air, completely drenching the
headmistress.

For a few seconds, there was silence.

Timmy surfaced and knew immediately that something had gone
horribly wrong. He was hauled from the pool by his aunt, thrown a
towel and sent to the study. Claire was apologetic but Miss
Stenton just laughed. "Claire, you know what boys are like."
Claire was embarrassed. "Ingrid, could you bring a few more of
those new canes when you come tomorrow." she said. "I think I may
need them!"

Timmy was standing in the study when his aunt entered, the towel
wrapped tightly around him. Claire had already sent Jessica to
run his bath and Alison was tidying up outside.

"Give me the towel Timmy!" his aunt said, walking to her desk.
She sat on the edge, looking at him, completely naked, standing
nervously against the wall. For a split second, she smiled. The
boy was clearly scared. She gripped the cane. "Do you have
anything to say for yourself Timmy?" She'd been looking forward
to spanking him, but now she realised that she had no choice but
to use the cane that Ingrid had sent yesterday.

Timmy bent his head and wept. "Auntie, I didn't see her auntie.
I'm sorry I wet her, really I am!" Claire felt herself starting
to smile, but stopped in time. It had been rather funny, but
there was no getting away from the fact that it was all due to
Timmy's carelessness.

She looked at the time and stood up. She was tired. "Bend over
Timmy!" she ordered quietly. Timmy touched his toes. "Auntie, I'm
really sorry. Please auntie I didn't mean to do it!"

Claire looked at Timmy's bottom and ran the cane slowly over it.
"Timmy, in one month you'll be going to your new school. It's a
very strict school and all the teachers will have a cane, just
like this one." She paused. Sometimes you had to be cruel to be
kind. She smiled at the old cliché.

"I know that so far I've only spanked you, and I will continue to
spank you." She stopped and flicked the cane at the back of his
legs to straighten them. "However, from now on, I intend to cane
you prior to the spanking. The good news is, Timmy, that this
cane will not leave any bruises on your bottom." she continued.
"Also, from tomorrow, Alison will also have a cane and she has
permission to use it whenever she wants."
She stopped for a second, wondering about the other decision
she'd taken. She waited until he'd stop wriggling.

"Finally Timmy, after some considerable thought, I've decided to
give Jessica complete authority over you. She won't be allowed to
cane you, she doesn't yet have the coordination to control it
correctly, but she will be permitted to spank you and use the
slipper whenever she feels like it." Claire sighed. She needed a
drink.

Ingrid was been right. The cane had made a lot of noise and had
obviously been very painful. Claire could count the six red lines
across Timmy's bottom, but she could tell that there'd be no
bruising. She stood him up and dried his eyes. "Come on Timmy, I
still have to spank you. Then it's time for your bath."
That evening, Timmy lay in bed, trying to sleep, but the images
kept coming back to haunt him. He had been naughty. He had
deserved to be punished. Yes, the cane had hurt, but, as far he
could tell his bottom didn't have the funny painful grooves on it
like it had after his first caning. After all, he was a big boy.
Jeremy was only nine and has been caned twice. He was ten! His
auntie had been so understanding. She'd caned him hard, but after
each stroke she'd done something to his privates that made him
feel funny. He wondered why she sometimes touched his bottom hole
with the end of the cane. Once or twice he was sure it had gone
inside. And the spanking afterwards had been so nice. Perhaps his
bottom was so sore he hadn't really felt it, but the tingly
feeling had been very strong!
Timmy yawned, put his hands under the sheets, then stopped.
Auntie had put these strange gloves on him. His thing was crying
out for attention, but he couldn't do anything. Perhaps if he was
really good, his auntie would make it tingle a bit more.

He resolved to be a good boy and to do everything he could to
make his auntie happy. She seemed to like his bottom. He'd offer
to fetch the cane for her and then stick his bottom out just the
way she liked.

With Alison, he decided he must treat her like a teacher from now
on. He'd heard some of what the grown ups had been saying.
Tomorrow she'd have a cane of her own. He had to be careful, but
if she wanted to cane him, he'd try and not make a fuss.

As for Jessica, she only seem interested in his privates. He
sighed. It wasn't too painful, so he shouldn't worry. It's just
that his willy was smaller than Jeremy's and his foreskin was
still very tight. It was his own fault. Perhaps if he was more
polite and obedient with Jessica, she'd be nicer to him. Tomorrow
he'd go and ask her to examine his willy. He'd even suggest she
give him the slipper if his foreskin wouldn't go back further.
That should really make her like him. He had an idea. Maybe if he
was really good, she'd make his willy tingle!

Miss Stenton terrified him, but again, that was probably his
fault. After all, she was a headmistress. He had the feeling that
she was interested both in his privates and his bottom. He felt
certain that, as soon as he went to school, he'd find himself in
her office with his shorts off. He remembered how Jeremy, during
a short break in the afternoon had told him that Miss Stenton
sometimes tied up the boys when she caned them and put tight
rings round their private parts and big rubber things inside
their bottoms. He also claimed that Miss Stenton was crazy about
the size of the boys' willies, measured them once a week, and
made the boy with the smallest willy go to the teachers room to
be spanked and have it pulled longer. That sounded silly! He was
sure that Jeremy was telling fibs. Timmy decided he'd be the most
obedient boy in the school! Perhaps he'd even ask to go and spend
a few days at the school before the new term started. That would
really impress her!

He put his hands under the sheets again, then reluctantly turned
on his side. Strange how everyone seemed so interested in his
willy. He wished that someone could be with him now. If only he
could have the tingly feeling again.

Two miles away, Ingrid Stenton gripped the sides of her armchair
and opened her mouth wide as the orgasm rippled through her body.
She slumped deeper in the soft shiny leather and opened her eyes.
Oh, that had been so, very very good! She reached for her drink.

"Okay you can stop now. Stand up!"

She grinned as a little cheeky face appeared between her legs.
Bertie was so cute, she thought, gazing at the little seven year
old boy as he rose, his freckles matching his curly ginger hair.
Bertie licked his lips and looked worried. He'd done his best,
really he had. He couldn't understand why some ladies liked him
putting his tongue in that place. It tasted so salty. When he did
it to Miss Fanshaw, she was always nice to him afterwards. He
fidgeted nervously. Miss Stenton was different. Last time she'd
been angry with him for not doing it fast enough-but his tongue
had been so very sore! The caning that night had been long and
hard. He flinched as he remembered it.

Ingrid seemed to read his mind and smiled. "It's okay Bertie, you
did very well tonight." Bertie breathed a sigh of relief.
"Go and see Miss Fanshaw now, then come back here!" Ingrid
grinned. Why did she feel so aroused tonight? Was it the thought
of getting her hands on Timmy when school started? She certainly
had plans for him!

Bertie looked at his headmistress and sighed. She had that look
in her eyes that meant only one thing. His bottom twitched and he
swallowed nervously. He'd be sleeping on his tummy again tonight!

******

Timmy's aunt kissed his cheek and smiled as he opened his eyes.
"Come on sleepy head," she said, opening the curtains. She pulled
back his sheets and grinned. He looked strange wearing those
large gloves. Quickly she untied them and sent him to the
bathroom.

Down in the kitchen he eat his breakfast deep in thought. He was
going to try hard to be good and obedient from now on! His aunt
watched him, a puzzled frown on her face. "Are you feeling okay
Timmy?" she asked, placing her hand on his forehead. It didn't
feel hot. "You seem a little different today."

He looked up. "Yes auntie." She shrugged. "Oh well, finish your
breakfast and go outside to play. Miss Stenton should be arriving
with the boys in an hour or so."

Timmy walked to the door, then came over to his aunt and hugged
her tightly burying his head in her soft dress. "Well, I say, to
what do I owe this honour then?" she asked, sitting down. Timmy
looked at her and blushed. "I really deserved that caning didn't
I auntie!" he said sheepishly. "It was so naughty wetting Miss
Stenton like that." His aunt laughed. So that was it. She gazed
at his innocent eyes. She had the impression that he was trying
to tell her something.

"Do you want to say something else Timmy?" she asked gently. He
looked at the floor and nodded. She waited. "Well?" she prompted
him. Timmy looked up. "It's just that, I don't know ..I feel sort
of strange when you..you know.." He took a deep breath. "Auntie I
love you very much but I love you even more when you punish me!"

His face red, he quickly ran out of the door. Claire laughed and
started to make some sandwiches. She wouldn't disappoint him. She
intended to use the cane every day until he went to school.

Timmy skipped round the side of the house and down to the
stables. He'd seen Jessica busy collecting hay for the horses. He
looked through the door and saw her standing at the side of her
pony, tapping her riding crop against her jodpurs. She'd
obviously been riding early this morning. As he watched, she
raised the riding crop and stroked the pony's tummy close to his
back legs. Timmy stood transfixed as a long black thing slowly
flopped down underneath the pony and began to lengthen.. His eyes
grew wide. Was that thing really the horse's…

"It's big isn't it Timmy!" said Jessica. She turned to him. "I
bet you'd like to have one as big as his!"

Timmy sighed. She'd seen him coming from the house.

"Jessica," he started to say. "I wanted to tell you that I ..I.."
He realised that he didn't know exactly what to say. He looked
around him in panic.
"Close the door Timmy and come here!" He obeyed her and pushed
the door closed. He stopped. That was it! He wanted to do as he
was told. He wanted to obey her!

"So what do you want to tell me then?" she asked, tapping his
chest with the riding whip. Timmy frowned. "It's just that I
wanted to tell you that.." He breathed deeply. "I wanted to tell
you that I'll be good and do everything you say from now on!" He
stopped and raised his eyes, reddening slightly.

Jessica was momentarily taken aback. Her mother had given her
permission to punish him with the slipper. Could he be scared?
She doubted it. Mother had even given her the slipper she had to
use, an old, rather thin one of Alison's. After having
experienced the cane, she doubted very much that he'd be
frightened of her beating him with that!

Slowly she ran the whip down his front onto his shorts. She
tapped his little bulge. "Prove it!" she said. "Take everything
off!"

Timmy could hear his heart pounding. He couldn't understand why
part of him was so happy to hear those words. He swallowed.
Pushing off his sandals, he removed his teashirt and then his
shorts. He stood in front of her naked, a bit of him asking what
on earth he was doing.

Jessica walked round him slowly and quickly looked through the
window to see if anyone was coming.

"Bend over!" she ordered, flicking him lightly with the whip.
Timmy touched his toes, biting his lip. If Jessica wanted to beat
him, he'd try to take it without making a fuss. He did so want to
please her. He stopped. What on earth was he thinking?

The young girl ran the whip over his back and down between his
buttocks. She tapped his legs. "Timmy, do you deserve to be
whipped?"

"Yes Jessica." he heard himself say. Jessica tapped his backside.
"Yes, I think you do!" She knew very well that she couldn't.
Mother had made that very clear indeed. Jessica sighed. She
didn't want another caning! She wasn't that stupid!

"Timmy, you can call me Jessica when others are around, but when
we're alone, you'll call me Miss. Is that clear?"

"Yes miss", a little voice replied.

Jessica started to feel a warm tingling feeling. She stood up
straight. "Open your legs wider Timmy!" she said quietly, tapping
the inside of his thighs. She smiled. His little testicles were
dangling down between his legs. She went behind him and grasped
them firmly in her hand. Timmy gasped. She squeezed them a little
harder. "Ow…please miss ..it hurts." Jessica laughed. "But you
deserve it don't you Timmy!" He nodded. "Yes miss," he said
meekly. "I do!"
Suddenly he burst into tears. The emotion was so strange, so
bizzare. He didn't understand what was happening.

"Stand up Timmy!" she ordered. Gently, she pulled him to her. He
was the same height as her, but she felt as though she was
looking down at him. She had him. He was hers to control.

Timmy felt Jessica's hands wiping his tears and stroking his
cheek. She smelt so nice. He put his head on her shoulder and
felt her stroke his hair. He just wanted to be a good boy, to do
whatever she said. Her hands were so soft. He stopped crying and
held her tightly. She could do whatever she wanted to him, he
didn't mind any more. Girls smelt so nice, they were so soft, so
warm and so cuddly.

He felt her hand going to his privates and opened his legs wider.
He wanted her to take charge of them, to do whatever she wanted.
Her hand grasped his willy and he snapped out of his trance and
stood up straight. His thing was sticking up, harder than ever.

He looked at her, red with embarrassment. "Please miss, I'm
sorry, I didn't know…"

Jessica smiled at him. "That's okay Timmy!"

Her fingers stroked the tip and Timmy groaned with pleasure. "Who
does this belong to?" asked Jessica, her fingers tickling it.
Timmy's face went red.. "You miss." he said softly.

"And these," she asked, suddenly grasping his little balls. "You
miss," he repeated, flinching slightly.

She held his penis again and played with his foreskin. Timmy
started to cry. "What's the matter now?" asked Jessica. She
remembered what Alison had told her. Alison knew everything.
She'd told Jessica all about what sex was, what the bits between
the boys legs did, what happened when a boy got excited and how
to control them. Boys, her sister had said, had their brains
betwween their legs. Control those dangly things and you control
the boy!

Timmy looked down at his willy held firmly in Jessica's hand.
"I..I wish it was as big as Jeremy's." he said, avoiding her
gaze. "I wish I could pull my skin all the way like him. I wish …

"Shut up Timmy!" She looked out of the window. She stroked his
throbbing little willy, noticing with interest how he reacted.
The boy was so very, very frustrated, she could see that. His
breathing grew heavier. She started to pull his foreskin back.
Timmy squealed.

"I have to pull your foreskin back more Timmy," she said, licking
her lips. "Yes miss," he said quietly. Her hands were so soft. He
just wanted to stay there all day with his willy getting the
attention he craved. The tingling was strong now. If she'd just
stroke it a bit longer. He sighed and leaned against her.

Abruptly, he felt her push him away. "You filthy little boy!" she
said icily. I know what you're thinking. Put your hands by your
sides and open your legs wider!"

Timmy obeyed nervously. His stiff penis stuck out, bobbing up and
down as if desperate for relief. Jessica tapped the tip with the
end of her riding crop. "Get it down this instant!" she ordered,
tapping harder. Timmy looked on in horror. He was well aware of
how his willy seemed to have a life of its own. It wasn't going
down. In fact it seemed to stick up even more.

"Very well," said Jessica, raising the whip. She flicked the end
down hard across his swollen glans. Timmy yelled with pain and
grasped his willy. "Put your hands back this instant!" shouted
Jessica. He obeyed her, his willy not sticking up quite as much.
She whipped the end a few more times, watching with glee how
she'd made it shrink so easily.

She walked round him and examined his rear. Parting his buttocks
with her fingers she touched his bumhole. His penis jerked.
Strange, she thought. Alison had told her that lots of people
liked having their bottom hole touched and gay men sometimes put
their willies in other men's bottoms. She'd explore this more
another day.

Standing in front of him. Jessica put her whip under his chin and
lifter his head up. She looked straight in his eyes and smiled.
"Every time you're on your own with me Timmy, I want you to take
your clothes off and get your privates ready for inspection! Is
that clear?"

Timmy nodded. "Yes miss." she heard him whisper. He sniffed and
looked down again.
"I think I'll have to spank you quite a lot with the slipper as
well, don't you think Timmy?" He swallowed and nodded. Oh yes, he
wanted that very much!

She grinned as ideas about what else she could do with him
entered her mind. Alison often went into town with her mother for
long shopping trips. As soon as they left, she'd order Timmy to
her bedroom. There were a few things that perhaps she could use
him for. She closed her eyes. Oh yes, it would feel so nice if
she made him do that!"

In the distance she thought she could hear something. "Get
dressed Timmy!" she ordered, going to the door. She looked at him
suddenly remembering about the boys who'd be arriving soon.
Jeremy would be there. She was certainly going to have her hands
full!

Claire stood at the top of the steps watching the line of boys
walking up the drive, Ingrid at the front. She waved. She felt a
little hand creep into hers and looked down. "Hello Timmy, have
you been helping Jessica in the stable?" she asked, noticing bits
of hay on his teashirt. "Yes auntie." he replied, blushing.
She walked down to meet them, Timmy still holding her hand
tightly. He was scared of Miss Stenton.

They went round to the pool and saw Alison and Jessica on the
patio, putting things on the table and arranging chairs. The boys
jumped up and down excitedly when they saw the water. The
youngest looked to be about seven, the oldest about eleven.
Claire laughed. They looked so very sweet. She recognised Jeremy.
You only needed to see the front of his shorts to know it was
him!

"Okay boys, quiet please!" ordered Miss Stenton. They stopped
chattering immediately. She introduced them to Claire, then to
the girls who'd come to have a closer look. "While you're here
boys, you will do whatever the girls tell you." She smiled at
Alison. "Miss Markham here is a student teacher who'll be
spending some time at the school very shortly. I'm sure she'll
want to get to know all of you."

She looked around. "Where's the package?" A small plumpish boy
stepped forward holding it shyly. "Here Miss Stenton."
Claire chuckled and winked at Jeremy who blushed.. She'd seen
that shape before. Though this time there were not one, but five
canes held together with string. She thanked Ingrid and placed
them on the table, grinning at Alison.

Miss Stenton made the boys line up facing the patio. "I want you
all to put your shoes, teashirt and shorts in a neat little pile
in front of you." she explained. "That way, they won't get lost."

A few of the boys looked a little embarrassed at having to strip
in front of the girls, but knew better than to argue. "Hands by
your side please – you as well Jeremy!" said Miss Stenton as she
saw him trying to cover himself. Jeremy blushed a deep red as he
moved his hands. He felt the girls staring at him.

Alison nudged Jessica. "Nice collection of sausages. I feel quite
hungry!" she whispered. Jessica giggled and bit her lip.

"Perhaps you'd like to have a quick word with them?" Miss Stenton
asked Alison. "Just to get to know their names." Alison nodded
and walked up to the little boy at the end. "What's your name
then?" she asked kindly, tousling his hair affectionately.
"Bertie miss." he replied shyly. Miss Stenton looked at Claire
and nodded.

So that was Bertie, thought Claire, her eyes twinkling. Much
nicer than the boy that they'd used when they'd worked together
many years ago. She took Ingrid away for a private chat, leaving
Timmy sitting cross legged near the pool.
The boys were so polite. Alison felt she'd be very happy as a
teacher. Jessica walked next to her but took no interest in their
conversation. Her eyes were fixed permanently on their privates.
She was amazed at how much they varied from boy to boy.

"Hello Jeremy." Alison reached the boy who they'd already met.
She didn't want to show she had any interest in the boys' private
bits, but she couldn't stop herself. She glanced down and then
back up, smiling. Jeremy's face was bright red. "Don't be
embarrassed Jeremy." she said stroking his cheek. "I'm going to
be teaching you at school soon so I have to get to know you!" She
leaned forward and gently brushed the hair out of his eyes.
Jeremy smelt her perfume. It was delicious. She was wearing a
soft white cotton dress with flowers embroidered on the front. He
looked at them. Alison's breasts had started growing the year
before. Jeremy was sure he could see her little titties through
the thin material. They looked so nice. Her hand brushed his
cheek again. Such soft hands. He wondered what she looked like
when she took her dress off, when she took her….

Jeremy's eyes suddenly opened wide. Oh no-please no! Please not
now! He felt all eyes on him as his already generously sized
penis started to lengthen. A few of the boys tittered. He looked
with horror as it stiffened and stuck up, pointing straight at
Alison.

Jessica gasped. Miss Stenton came over to see what was going on.
She stopped in her tracks. "Jeremy, you dirty boy! How dare you!"
She turned to Alison. "I think, Miss Markham, you had better
discipline the boy immediately". She picked up the bundle of
canes and handed them to Jeremy. "Take these and follow Miss
Markham to the study!"

The boy obeyed, tears of shame running down his face, his
erection wobbling obscenely as he ran to keep up with Alison.
Jessica waited until the ladies had their backs turned and
quietly followed Jeremy to the study.

Miss Stenton clapped her hands and allowed the boys to play. En
masse they jumped in the pool. Claire had thrown some balls and
floats in for them to play with, as well as roping off the bit at
the deep end where she considered it too dangerous.

"Don't you want to go in as well Timmy?" she asked, seeing him
sitting watching the others. Timmy was behaving strangely today.
She had an idea what was happening to him but thought it best not
to say anything just yet.

"Oh yes auntie, in a few minutes I'll run and jump in at the
other end. I can jump almost as far as.." "Well give me your
clothes while I'm here then." she interrupted. "I can put them
with the others.

Timmy stood up and slipped them off. He saw Miss Stenton looking
at him and instinctively took his aunt's hand. Claire kissed him,
then left to attend to lunch. With Alison busy, she'd have to
make the boys' sandwiches herself. Now where was Jessica? She
could guess. Lucky Jessica. Poor Jeremy!
The cane made a sharp cracking sound as it bit hard into Jeremy's
buttocks for the third time. He yelped and then sniffed as tears
ran down his nose onto the carpet. "Hang on Alison, I'll check if
it's gone down completely." Jessica came up behind him and thrust
her arm between his thighs, feeling for his willy. "Yes, it's
completely soft-at last." she said triumphantly. She gave his
balls a hard squeeze and Jeremy screamed.

"Please stop miss, please." Jessica laughed. "If you can't
control your privates when a teacher talks to you, then your
privates have to be punished too!" announced Jessica, squeezing
harder.

"Okay Jessica, that's enough. I want to cane him a bit more."
said Alison. Jessica moved back. Alison wasn't as interested in
their privates as much as she was. Alison just loved thrashing
their backsides.

Jeremy felt utterly destroyed. This was the second time they'd
thrashed and humiliated him, but this time Miss Stenton knew
about it. He'd had an erection-in public-in front of a new
teacher! He prayed that she wouldn't punish him again back at the
school. The reason he was crying so much now was more due to the
humiliation of having his privates fondled, examined, poked,
twisted and pulled by a nine year old girl, rather than the
caning. In fact Alison didn't cane nearly as hard as Miss
Stenton. One stroke from her had most boys yelling and screaming,
and she never gave less than six.

"I said, Jeremy, straighten your legs more and keep still!" He
hadn't been listening. Alison grinned and tapped his backside
with the cane. "Two extra for not paying attention! Now stick
that bum out!"

Miss Stenton was sipping iced tea when they returned, a very sore
and sorry Jeremy following them. She glanced at the red lines on
his backside and allowed him to go to the pool.

"Not bad Alison," she remrked. "But should try to space the cuts
evenly over the bottom. I know it's not easy at first. You need
to practise." She called to one of the boys standing at the edge
of the pool. "Frederick, come here please!" The boy ran over and
stood meekly to attention in front of them. He was about eight
years old, quite well built for his age and had a cheeky grin
that Alison found endearing.

"Miss Markham has a new cane and needs a boy to practise on. Go
to the study with her please" The boy looked at her in dismay.
Alison was shocked . The boy had done nothing wrong. Then she saw
the funny side, after all they were only boys.

Miss Stenton saw her expression. "It really doesn't do them any
harm you know. In fact it's quite therapeutic. Reminds them who's
in charge!"

Placing a hand on his shoulder, Alison propelled him towards the
door. "Don't worry Frederick, I only want a bit of practice. I
won't cane you hard-promise!"

Jessica was over the moon. By the time she'd finished with
Frederick, the boy was almost begging Alison to beat him,
anything to get this horrible little girl away from his genitals.
Alison kept her word and Frederick hardly made a sound. Alison,
however realised her mistake. "It's a waste of time trying to
cane them gently." she said to Jessica as they walked back
outside. "I'm trying so hard not to hurt the boy that I can't
concentrate on my aim!" Jessica sighed. Sometimes her sister was
so soft in the head.

"Alison, they're only boys for goodness sake. I bet you're doing
more harm than good if you don't cane them hard. They'll think
you're a big pushover. Frederick was laughing at you!" It did the
trick. Alison's eyes narrowed. You're absolutely right! Come on,
let's see who's next!"

Miss Stenton already had a boy waiting, Christopher, the eleven
year old, a nervous boy who shuffled from foot to foot as he
stood in front of her. On the way to the study he suddenly turned
round. "Please miss, may I go to the toilet please?" He said it
so meekly that Alison stopped in her tracks. She saw Jessica
looking at her. "No Christopher, you should have gone before!"
She pushed him towards the study door. Christopher saw the canes
on the desk and panicked. A typical young boy, he'd needed to go
for ages but hadn't wanted to miss any swimming. He was
desperate. He knew he'd wet himself if she caned him. It had
happened twice two weeks ago at school and Miss Stenton now
escorted him personally to the toilet before a caning.

He stopped and started to cry. Alison groaned. "Okay Christopher,
you have a choice. You can hold it for a bit longer while I give
you six of the best, or you can go to the toilet, but I'll give
you twelve strokes. Now what do you want?"
He saw her looking at her watch. He knew for certain that if he
didn't pee soon, he'd wet himself and if he did that, Miss
Stenton would find out and….

"Please miss, the toilet please…quickly miss." Alison and Jessica
laughed and took him, embarrassing him further by watching him as
he peed and insisting on wiping his willy for him. He was bright
red as they entered the study.

Jessica was puzzled. "His willy's really strange" she said as
though the boy wasn't there. "It hasn't got a foreskin, I'm
sure." Alison laughed. "I know all about that. It's because he's
been circumcised. Look, I'll show you."

Christopher had to stand quietly while the two girls examined his
private bits, poking and pushing him around. Alison stood up and
picked up the cane. "Right Christopher, you may bend over now. I
want to start your caning." She looked at the time. "I have other
bottoms to thrash before lunch!"

The boy looked at Alison and started to cry again. "Miss, please
miss, why are you going to cane me miss?" He looked so sad, for a
second Alison hesitated.

"Christopher, Miss Stenton has already explained why I have to
beat you. I have to practise so that I can be a good teacher at
the school- or don't you want me to come to your school?" She
bent the cane in her hands. "No miss, sorry miss, I do want you
to come to the school-really!" sobbed Christopher, her tone of
voice scaring him.

"You see boy, teachers have to practise caning boys so they can
instill discipline and ensure you remember where you are and that
you can be proud of the school!" She smiled. "Or maybe
Christopher, you're not proud of the school. Perhaps I should
tell Miss Stenton that you don't want me to cane you, you don't
want the teachers to practise and you don't care about the
school. What do you want Christopher? Shall we go together to
Miss Stenton and explain why you don't want me to cane you?"

Christopher went white. "P..please miss, please cane me! I didn't
mean to say all those things. Please miss, I'm very sorry."

Jessica was staring at her in amazement. With just a few words,
Alison had manipulated the boy into actually begging Alison to
thrash him.

Alison swung the cane hard, any inhibitions she'd had now gone.
She was going to enjoy herself! The boy clearly had a lower pain
threshold than the others. He sobbed loudly and wriggled
frantically after every stroke. Alison kept her word and gave him
another six, laughing as the boy yelled as each one fell.

Miss Stenton was pleasantly surprised to see so many lines across
Christopher's backside. "Well done Alison" she said, sending him
away. "I think you're getting the hang of it at last." They
watched as the boy ran and jumped in the pool, desperate to feel
the cool water on his red hot bum.

"Your mother told me that we're having lunch in twenty minutes"
continued the headmistress. "Just time for one more if you like."
She looked at Jessica. "Perhaps you'd like to choose a boy for
your sister?" Jessica thanked her politely and walked around the
pool slowly.

"That one Miss Stenton" she suddenly said, pointing to a small
boy sitting at the edge. It was Bertie. Quickly he stood up and
ran over to them smiling. Alison wondered why she'd chosen him.
He was so cute and eager to please.

"Why him?" Alison whispered, as they took him to the study. "He's
got such a cute bum" said Jessica. "And did you see his willy?
Small and thick like those sausages mother sometimes buys. I want
to have a look." Alison laughed. Really, her sister was so funny.

Bertie followed, his smile gone. He hadn't really understood why
Miss Markham was going to punish him. He knew that it was
something to do with helping test her canes. He sighed. She was
such a nice lady. He'd do his best to be obedient. Jessica wasted
no time and Bertie yelped with surprise as she gripped his little
balls hard. She'd learned by now that the boys rarely made a fuss
if she had these in her hand. A slight tightening of her grip
usually had them very anxious to please. Alison sat on the edge
of the desk. She wasn't terribly interested in boys genitals
herself, but she enjoyed watching Jessica.

"You've got a nice thick willy haven't you Bertie" she said to
the cute little boy. She tickled the sides of his scrotum,
knowing the effect it generally had. "Can you get it sticking up
for me?" Bertie looked down at what she was doing to him. Some of
the teachers liked it when his thing went hard. Miss Fanshaw
always played with him when he had to go and lick her lady bits.
That and the funny buzzing toy she put in his bottom sometimes.
Miss Stenton was very different. She hated it when their willies
stuck up. It had got to the stage now where all boys going to her
study had to pull their shorts down, even if she only wanted to
talk to them, just so she could check. Not that she needed to. He
knew from seeing the others that their thin tight shorts outlined
their private bits very well indeed.

He felt Jessica slide her hand round and pat his bottom. "Lovely
big soft bum as well. I bet you can't wait to have Miss Markham
test her new cane on it!" Alison laughed. Jessica parted his
buttocks and poked his bumhole gently. She'd seen her mother do
this to Timmy. She wondered if her mother knew that she'd seen.
"Does this feel nice Bertie?" She saw his willy start to stick
up. "Yes miss" Bertie relaxed a little. She was doing what Miss
Fanshaw did. It was so nice, so tingly. Jessica grinned. His
foreskin slid back easily and she heard Bertie gasp as she
stroked the sensitive skin she'd uncovered. He closed his eyes.
Miss Fanshaw always stopped about now, but this girl was still
tickling his bottom hole, still stroking his willy. It was so
very nice. The tingly feeling was so strong now. Very strong,
perhaps too strong.

Jessica looked round at Alison who'd come closer to see. She
mouthed 'shall I' and Alison nodded. Bertie was breathing very
fast now. Was he okay?
Her fingers slid up to the tip of his willy, now rock hard. She
stroked him faster, her other hand firmly between his buttocks.
She felt his tight bumhole relax and then contract as she stroked
it.
Bertie had never felt the tingly feeling this strong before. It
was not just a tingle now, it was more like a tickle, it was ….
Jessica pushed her finger into Bertie's little sweaty bumhole and
wriggled it. She felt his penis swell slightly and jerk
spasmodically. His buttocks were clenched tight. He opened his
mouth and screamed, taking his hands from his head where he'd
been told to keep them and trying to pull Jessica's hand off. She
gripped tighter and held her finger hard in his bottom so he
couldn't move back. Bertie's legs shook for about five seconds
and then he was quiet, panting fast and looking dazed.

Jessica was ecstatic. So that was an orgasm! If only she'd tried
this before. She let him go and stood up, watching his willy
shrinking. She looked at Alison who was laughing. "Alison, why
didn't anything come out of his willy like you told me?" she
asked, taking Bertie's penis again and examining it. "Oh don't be
so silly Jessica. He's too young. Boys have to reach puberty
before they can make any sperm." Jessica looked thoughtful. "What
about Jeremy? He's got such a big one. He probably makes sperm.
Or Timmy." Alison laughed. "I don't know and I don't care. Come
on, we don't have much time left."

She looked at Bertie who seemed on the verge of tears. "Right
young man, you're very lucky. I've decided that if you stay still
while I'm caning you, I won't say anything to Miss Stenton about
this. Bend over!"

Bertie touched his toes. He wasn't clear about what had happened
but he was sure it was something naughty. It had felt so…so … He
didn't know how it felt, but it was nice! Miss Markham was so
kind not to tell the headmistress. Of course he'd stay still. He
never moved when he was being punished, Miss Stenton didn't allow
it!

Alison spaced the strokes out evenly all over his bottom. She was
delighted that her aim was improving. Bertie yelled in pain a few
times but kept very still. He really did have a nice bum. Alison
couldn't wait to start work at the school. She felt sure that
Bertie wouldn't mind helping her to test a few more canes. The
boys had finished their lunch on the patio and were running
around in the garden and swimming in the pool. Alison and Jessica
had gone down to check on the horses, leaving Claire and Miss
Stenton chatting while they watched the children.

Timmy came running up from the pool and took another piece of
cake. "Careful Timmy, you'll turn into a cake if you eat much
more!" joked his aunt. She tickled his side and he laughed,
spinning round quickly. Drops of water flew everywhere. Miss
Stenton wiped her face and looked annoyed.

"Do be careful Timmy" said his aunt angrily. "You know what
happened yesterday!"

"Yes auntie, sorry auntie!" he said meekly.

Claire turned to Ingrid. "Sorry about that. By the way, I hope
you were okay after that incident yesterday. Timmy was punished
for it of course."

Miss Stenton looked embarrassed. "Well to be honest Claire, I
didn't like to tell you, but my dress had the most awful white
marks all over it today. I'm afraid it's ruined." She looked at
Timmy. His face reddened and he looked down.

Claire was aghast. "Oh, I'm so sorry Ingrid. It must be the
chlorine in the water. I'd already warned Timmy about splashing
people outside the pool." She glanced at Timmy. "Now I regret not
having punished him more severely yesterday. To be honest if
would have been best if you'd have dealt with him as well. After
all you are his headmistress."

Miss Stenton sighed. "Well it's too late now I suppose."

Timmy never understood what made him do it. He felt strange
again. A warm tingling seemed to envelope him. He looked at his
aunt. He loved her so much, and Miss Stenton was his
headmistress. Something inside him wanted to show her that he was
a good, obedient boy. He wanted her to like him, to be in charge
of him. Slowly he walked up to her.

"Please Miss Stenton, Auntie's right. I was very naughty
yesterday and I do deserve a punishment from you as well." He saw
his aunt looking at him in amazement. He spoke very quietly.
"Please miss, please will you punish me?"

His aunt looked as if she couldn't believe her ears. Miss Stenton
gazed at him for a few seconds, her eyes burning into his.

"Timmy, if you were at school I would punish you. However, we are
not at school. Your aunt is your guardian and when you are here,
she is in charge of disciplining you, not me."

Claire snapped out of her trance. "Oh come on Ingrid!" She
grinned. "I suggest that for the rest of the day, the study be
declared a school annexe." She pulled Timmy to her and kissed
him. "Timmy, I'm so proud of you! You're a very good boy!"

Timmy suddenly felt cold. What had he done? Could he change his
mind? He turned to his aunt, but Miss Stenton addressed him.

"Very well, Timmy. Miss Fanshaw is arriving at five thirty with
the minibus. At five minutes to five, you will be outside the
study door waiting. You will have on your school uniform, your
shoes will be polished and your hair brushed. You will be treated
exactly as if you were at school."

Timmy had no chance to speak. She turned to Claire. "Obviously I
shall expect privacy, as in my school office, but it may be
beneficial for Alison to assist me." Claire nodded. She looked at
Timmy his face as white as a sheet. "I'm sure she'll be
delighted.

Alison was delighted. She watched as Timmy removed his school
uniform.
"I trust he visited the toilet before coming?" asked Miss
Stenton, as Timmy stood obediently before her, completely naked.

"Yes Miss Stenton" replied Alison, placing Timmy's clothes on a
chair. "I took him myself and held it for him as you requested."

Timmy started to cry. "Please miss, I want my auntie. Can my
auntie come please miss? I don't want…"

"Watch and learn!" said Miss Stenton.
Opening her handbag, she took a small red ball which she popped
in Timmy's mouth. Next she stuck a large piece of tape over it.
"Now we can continue in peace and quiet!" she said, grinning.

"Hold his penis up please Alison" she asked, reaching into her
bag. Stretching a small elastic ring over her fingers, she
quickly snapped it over his testicles, making him jump and scream
with pain. Taking a small tube of Deep Heat, a product designed
for heating the skin, she pulled back his foreskin and smeared a
generous amount over his sensitive glans.

Alison helped Miss Stenton secure him over a large cushion on one
of the school desks, tying his wrists and ankles to the four
legs. "Nearly finished" she said, ignoring the muffled squeals
coming from behind the gag.

She took a small black rubber butt-plug from her bag and applied
lubricant all over it. Alison helped to hold his buttocks while
she pushed it all the way into his little anus until the only
thing that could be seen was the thin chain attached to the end,
which she pulled down tight, hiding it between his buttocks.

"This may seem very cruel to you Alison, but it serves a very
important purpose" she explained. "I only use this method when a
boy is to receive at least twelve strokes. For the punishment to
be most effective, the boy must feel totally helpless, humiliated
and exposed." Miss Stenton recalled Timmy asking for his aunt and
chuckled. She wondered what the boy would have thought if he'd
known that it was his aunt who'd first proposed these punishment
sessions over twenty years ago.

Actually, Alison didn't think it cruel at all. She smiled. Poor
Jessica would love to see this.

Miss Stenton lectured Timmy for a few minutes, then picked up a
cane. She looked at Timmy's large bottom and sighed. At last!

The crack of the cane was loud. So loud in fact that Jessica
almost fell off the chair outside the study window.

The minibus pulled up outside the house and Miss Fanshaw sounded
the horn. Dressed in their uniforms, the boys trooped round the
side of the house with Claire and the girls following. Miss
Stenton appeared at the front door with Alison, both looking
rather flushed.

Miss Fanshaw embraced Claire. "I'm so very sorry Claire. I
completely forgot that I had to pick up some teachers at the
station. Two ladies descended from the back. Claire recognised
them at once. "Goodness me" she exclaimed, after much hugging and
kissing. "This is really going to be like old times!" Miss
Stenton smiled. "That's my intention!" she said winking at her.

"The only problem is, there's only room for seven boys now" said
Miss Fanshaw. "I wonder Claire, would it be possible for two of
them to stay here tonight? I could pick them up tomorrow
afternoon."

Claire stared at her. What good luck! "Yes, no problem. I'm sure
little Bertie would love to stay the night!"
Miss Stenton looked at her knowingly. "What a good idea Claire!"
she said, winking. Claire went a bit red. She'd already discussed
how perhaps Bertie could come and stay at weekends.

Jessica piped up. "Can Jeremy stay, please Miss Stenton?" Alison
looked at her, trying not to laugh. Miss Stenton grinned. She
wasn't stupid. "Of course Jessica. He's a big boy, but I'm sure
you'll take him in hand. You're a demanding young lady but I
think he'll rise to the occasion." The adults laughed. Alison had
tears running down her face. "Yes Jessica, perhaps he can come
down to the stables with us. You did say you wanted him to come,
didn't you?" Jessica blushed, but joined lin the laughter.

Claire held the shower over the boys in the bath while they
rinsed the shampoo from their hair and handed a small towel to
Bertie who was rubbing his eyes. "Nearly done." she said, running
her fingers through Timmys curly hair.
Timmy had spent two hours in his bedroom, lying on his tummy,
tears soaking his pillow. Claire had been sympathetic but
pragmatic. "I know it's sore Timmy, but you did deserve it and
besides, you have to get used to school discipline!" He'd tried
to tell her about what Miss Stenton had done, but she didn't want
to know. "If you annoy your headmistress Timmy, you must take the
consequences!" She smiled as she remembered Jessica's kind offer
to help supervise them in the bath. "Yes I know you mean well
Jessica" she'd said, trying not to laugh. "But I think Jeremy has
had quite enough for one day."

She did know what Jessica meant though. She had spent such a long
time soaping Jeremy's willy!

The boys were dried, dressed in some of Timmy's pyjamas and sent
to the living room for half an hour before bed.

Timmy had obviously recovered somewhat. He built lego castles and
trundled toy cars along with Bertie and Jeremy while Claire and
the girls watched. There were times when they had difficulty in
keeping a straight face. Jeremy, clad in Timmy's tight pyjamas
was a sight to behold and Alison, on asking her mother if she
knew who'd hidden the banana, had them in fits of laughter.

Just before sending them to bed, Claire took Jessica to one side.
"Jessica, I have a pretty good idea what you have planned for
Jeremy tomorrow" Jessica started to protest, then saw the look in
her mother's eye. She sighed. Mother knew everything!

"I have no objection to you playing with Jeremy. Boys are like
machines, they're very simple once you know what makes them tick.
For a boy, an orgasm is a straightforward physical resonse to
stimulation and has no side effects. However, I absolutely forbid
you from interfering with Timmy. He is your cousin and I will
remain in complete control of his development." She sighed. "You
can do whatever you want with him Jessica, but you do not allow
him to orgasm! Is that absolutely clear?"

Jessica suddenly felt very small. Her mother could read her mind,
could sum up situations in a trice. In addition, her mother had
made it clear that Jessica was old enough now to be punished with
the same cane she used for Alison.
"Yes mother, I promise. I'll never let Timmy-you know!"

Her mother hugged her. "Good girl Jessica." Then she winked at
her. "Have fun with Jeremy tomorrow-and don't forget to share him
with your sister!"

Claire kissed Timmy and Jeremy good night and switched off the
light. They were absolutely exhausted. Claire had put Timmy's
special gloves on as a matter of principle, though she couldn't
imagine him having the energy to do anything. She put her hand
down inside the sheets and gave his willy a quick squeeze. She
did the same with Jeremy and her hand lingered a little longer.

Bertie was sitting up in her bed where she'd put him, rubbing his
eyes. Claire showered in the en suite bathroom and walked back
into her bedroom with a towel round her. Bertie looked at her and
smiled sweetly. She took him gently out of bed and stood him
between her legs, allowing the towel to fall. She unbuttoned his
pyjamas and pulled down the trousers. "Its so hot tonight isn't
it Bertie!" she said, kissing his little nose. He stood in front
of her naked, looking a little embarrassed. He was used to ladies
taking his clothes off but every lady was different.

Claire reached down and stroked the tip of his small penis. Then
she ran her finger down between his buttocks. "I think you
deserve a spanking, don't you Bertie?" she asked, exploring his
large soft bottom. "Yes please miss" he said, sighing with
pleasure. He looked at her lady bits and licked his lips. This
lady was so kind.

******

The sun woke up Claire and she yawned. She felt something next to
her in bed. A little foot. She followed the foot, ran her fingers
down a leg and felt something small and stiff. She chuckled. Why
did boys always wake up with an erection. She new it was only
because of a full bladder, but it was still so amusing. His head
was down there, near… She remembered what he'd done last night.
It must have been good because she'd fallen asleep very quickly
afterwards.

Bertie yawned and opened his eyes. Claire slowly moved him the
right way up. She got up, went for a pee, then took Bertie to the
toilet. There was something so erotic about watching a little boy
pee, she thought, especially when you insisted on holding his
penis for him.

Bertie was a truly happy little boy who saw nothing wrong with
what he was made to do to the ladies. One of his endearing
features was an innocent habit he had of always telling the
truth, something that sometimes earned him a very sore bottom. He
didn't know the meaning of discretion. Thus it was that Claire,
on questioning him about his part in testing Alison's caning
skills, suddenly realised what Jessica had done to him. She
wasn't angry, just relieved that she'd talked to Jessica before
she had similarly initiated Timmy.

"Oh Bertie, you're really a naughty boy aren't you" she said,
kissing his cheek. "What should I do with you?" Bertie sighed.
This lady was even nicer than Miss Fanshaw. "Spank me miss?" said
Bertie showing her his bottom. Claire spanked him slowly and
gently, then did something much, much nicer to him. As he knelt
between her legs and started to taste her salty lady bits with
his tongue, he felt his little willy, now exhausted. Yes, this
lady was very nice!

After breakfast, Claire announced that she had to go out for most
of the day and would be returning for afternoon tea, just before
Miss Fanshaw was due to arrive. Alison said that she'd like to
practise her teaching and asked her if she could take the boys to
the study. Claire agreed, though hinting that maybe she should go
easy on Timmy for a while. The lines across his buttocks were
still a deep red colour. "Oh mother, I wouldn't dare cane Timmy
today!" said Alison. Miss Stenton thrashed him so hard yesterday!
Besides, he's been so sweet and polite recently."

Jessica merely said that she'd like to take Jeremy to see the
horses – just for half an hour. Alison had agreed, but told the
boy to be back by eleven. Before Claire left, Jessica ran up and
hugged her. "Mummy, you know you've left me in charge of Jeremy.
He's older than me but I'm only allowed to use the slipper if
he's naughty. Please may I use the cane Mummy, please?" Claire
was in a hurry. Besides Jeremy was only a boy.

"Okay Jessica, you may use the cane. But not on Timmy,
understand?" Jessica nodded. "No mummy, of course not!"

When her mother had left, Jessica sped to the study and took one
of the canes just before Alison arrived. She placed it next to
the door. Then, she went to where Jeremy was washing his hands
and face. She waited for him to finish.

"Come with me young man!"
Jessica spoke in the most grown up voice she could. Jeremy sighed
and followed Jessica downstairs.

"Is your bottom still sore after yesterday?" she asked. Jeremy
looked at the floor. "Yes miss" She grinned and pointed to the
cane.. "Pick that up and follow me!" The stables were hot and
humid inside. Jessica showed him the horses watching him blush as
she pointed out how well endowed they were. She hung the cane
from a hook in the wall.

Standing in front of him, she smiled. "Does your thing stick up
every time you're close to a lady?" she asked, tapping his bulge.
Jeremy went even redder. Where was this leading? Surely she
wouldn't try and…

"No miss, not every time miss."

Jessica felt his cheek gently. She'd put on some of Alison's
perfume. Jeremy's eyes opened wider. She felt his bulge move. Her
fingers danced over his shorts. "That's good Jeremy. Miss Stenton
is so strict about these things!" She felt something harden. The
front of his shorts were pushed out. Jeremy shut his eyes. No,
not again, please!

She pulled his teashirt off over his head, then slowly slipped
down his shorts and took them off. His erect penis bobbed up and
down as though happy to be free. "Put your hands on your head
Jeremy!" she ordered. "If you move them, I promise you I will go
to the house and phone Miss Stenton. Do you understand?"

"Yes miss" a small voice replied. Jeremy was almost in tears. It
had happened again. What would she do? Why didn't she cane him
and get it over with. He wished his willy would go down.. It was
always like this! Once up, it took forever to down again,
something most of the teachers had beaten him for.

The feel of her soft hand around his tool took his breath away.
"That's it Jeremy, relax!" said Jessica. His balls tightened as
her fingers explored everywhere. "It's really very big isn't it!"
Jeremy wished the tingling could go on for ever. Jessica saw his
expression and reached round to his buttocks. Why were their
bumholes so sensitive?

The horses twitched their ears at the strange noise. The
reverberation of Jeremy's shaking legs through the wooden floor
was followed closely by a high pitched moan and a feminine squeal
of surprise. "Oh Jeremy, you are a big boy!"

Alison grinned as Bertie straightened up, his hands clasping his
bottom. "No Bertie, don't rub it better, and leave your shorts
where they are!" she ordered, gripping the cane. "I've only given
you three strokes. If you can't recite your eight times table
correctly this time, you'll have another three!"

Bertie sighed. Alison didn't cane as hard as most teachers, but
he had the feeling she'd hardly started. He tried again.
"Perfect!" said Alison smiling. "Pull your shorts up and sit
down!" She shook her head in bewilderment. Miss Stenton was
right. Corporal punishment really did get their brain cells
working harder.

Timmy was busy writing a story. Alison looked over his shoulder
and pointed to a word. "This is the second time I've told you off
about this. You know very well how you should spell that word!"
Timmy looked up. "Sorry miss, I forgot." He glanced at the cane
on the desk, then at Alison, a worried look on his face. "It's
okay Timmy, I know how sore you are after yesterday. Write the
word out fifty times. That should help you remember it!" Timmy
gazed at her fondly. "Yes miss, thank you miss."

"Well well, so what's this then?" asked Jessica. She was holding
Jeremy's willy tightly and looking at the tip. A large drop of
clear liquid had appeared. Jeremy's breathing was slowing down.
He felt so tired. He had to struggle to keep his hands on his
head. What had she done to him? It had been so very very nice but
he was sure that it shouldn't have happened.

"Well, I wonder what Miss Stenton will say about this Jeremy.
Shall we go and phone her?"

Jeremy felt he was going to be sick. "Please miss, please, oh
please don't!" Jessica smiled, her eyes narrowing. "Well I may
phone her, I haven't decided yet. It really depends on you." She
walked around him, prodding and stroking.

"I'm going to suggest to Miss Stenton that you come and help out
at the stables every Saturday. I'll be going to boarding school
next month but it's not far and I come home at the weekends."

She stopped and stroked his willy, now completely soft again.
"When she asks you, you're going to tell her that you'd love to
come here-okay?" She smiled at her joke.

Jeremy breathed deeply. What could he do? "Yes miss" he replied
quietly. "I'll come miss."

Jessica took the cane from the hook and flexed it. Then she
remembered what her mother had said about sharing him with
Alison. She looked at her watch. Goodness, it was after eleven
and Alison had insisted on Jeremy joining the others by then.

She ordered the boy to get dressed. "Wash your hands, then go
straight to the study. I think Miss Markham is waiting for you."

Alison was indeed waiting. She had wanted to try her hand at a
bit of group teaching and wasn't too pleased at having only two
boys in the class. She was just about to go and find Jeremy
herself when he walked in.

"Jeremy, where on earth have you been? You're thirty minutes
late!"

The boy looked confused. Bertie looked at Jeremy and sighed. If
Miss Markham was anything like the other teachers, she wouldn't
be interested in excuses. Timmy looked angry. His cousin was
working so hard to teach them when she could be outside in the
garden. Jeremy deserved a good beating for treating her like
this! He looked at Alison picking up the cane. A small part of
him was still asking why he thought like this, why he wanted so
much to be completely at her mercy, why he wanted to show her how
good and obedient he was.

"Lower your shorts and bend over!" Alison ordered. She had to
show the boys who was in charge. Miss Stenton had explained many
times that excuses only waste time and set bad examples to the
others.

"B..but miss I didn't know what the time was miss." Jeremy looked
desperate. "I didn't know….." His voice trailed off as he saw
Alison's expression.

"Jeremy, you have a tongue in your head. You could have asked
what the time is." She pointed to a spot just in front of her
desk. "Here!"

Jeremy took the caning quite well, only yelping once when two
strokes landed in the same place. Alison didn't want to waste any
more time and immediately started to teach them about fractions.
She couldn't help but smile at Bertie's obvious desire to please
her, even though he hadn't a clue what she was talking about.
Timmy tried as hard as he could and she was surprised at how
eager he was to learn, even if it meant making mistakes.

She looked at the time. "You can go and play for fifteen minutes"
she announced, closing her book. "Then we'll try again until
lunchtime."

Jessica arrived as they were going to the garden. The pool looked
so inviting. Maybe after lunch. She chatted to Alison about
asking Jeremy over to help in the stables. Suddenly they heard
shouting outside. Running out they stopped and looked on in
amazement at the sight of Timmy and Jeremy rolling about on the
grass, punching and kicking each other.

Jessica grabbed Jeremy and pulled him up. "I cannot believe it!"
shouted Alison angrily. "Where do you think you are?" She pointed
at Jeremy. "You stay here! I'll deal with Timmy first!" The girls
took a bruised and sobbing Timmy back to the study.

Alison picked up the cane. "I don't care how sore you are from
yesterday Timmy, I will not allow fighting and I intend to punish
you both severely." She hesitated. "Tell me why you were
fighting! Who started it?"

Timmy looked at her through his tears, then at Jessica. "I did
miss. I'm sorry miss, but he…he was saying terrible things miss!"

"What sort of things exactly?" asked Alison sternly.
"He..he was saying rude things about your …your private bits
miss" Jessica's mouth fell open. Timmy sobbed even louder.

"I told him he mustn't talk like that about my ..my family" He
buried his face in his hands.

"He wouldn't stop miss, so I..I hit him miss!" Timmy pulled his
shorts down to his ankles and waited for Alison to order him to
bend over. He wiped his eyes. The order never came. For a minute
there was only silence broken occasionally by the sound of Timmy
crying. He felt a soft hand on his shoulder.

"Pull them up Timmy. Lessons are cancelled till after lunch. Go
outside and play with Bertie."

Alison turned and looked at Jessica, her knuckles white as she
gripped the cane. "Get Jeremy please!"

******

"For goodness sake Timmy, you've spent long enough on your
homework this morning. The girls are arriving any minute now and
you can help them with their things. Now put your books away!"

Timmy closed his exercise book and placed it back in his satchel.
"Yes auntie." He turned to her, a worried look on his face.
"Please auntie, you will check my spelling won't you? Miss
Johnson said she'd give me nine strokes if I made any mistakes
again. She said I had to check in a dictionary if I wasn't sure,
but it takes so long!"

Claire sighed. Timmy had been at school for only one week. Living
so close, he was the only boy who didn't board there. The first
day he'd come home in tears, an extremely red bottom, and a
satchel full of homewrk. Miss Johnson clearly expected high
standards. On further questioning, Claire had discovered,that his
teacher reserved use of the cane only for poor homework and
misbehaving in class. Minor transgressions resulted in the boy
being stripped from the waist down and spanked. Timmy had blushed
when questioned about this. It appeared that Miss Johnson wasn't
just interested in their bottoms and he wasn't all that clear why
she spanked when she did. He did once let slip though that it was
the boys with the biggest willies that seemed to get spanked the
most!

The next day Timmy had come home a little later than usual. His
aunt soon discovered the reason. She'd got into the habit every
day of having Timmy show her his bottom when he arrived home,
just to check on how busy his teachers had been. The dark red
stripes across his buttocks looked nasty. Timmy had told her the
whole story through tears.

"Auntie, Miss Stenton came into the classroom and made us all
line up and then she made us look at a picture of a lady with no
clothes on" Timmy had been most adamant that he hadn't even liked
the picture. His aunt had smiled.

"Then she pulled down our shorts and felt our willies, auntie.
Mine was sticking up, but only a little bit. So was Adam's and
Billy's and…." His aunt stopped him.

"After school we had to go to her study and she took our clothes
off and caned us – really really hard!"

Fortunately, after that little episode, things seemed to have
quietened down. Homework was done, with Timmy learning the hard
way about checking his work before handing it in! Thursday and
Friday, he'd returned obviously having been spanked, but when
asked about it, had looked embarrassed and said that Miss Johnson
hadn't said why. He certainly didn't seem upset by it, quite the
opposite. Claire had a pretty good idea that the fact she was
Timmy's aunt afforded him some respect from the teaching staff.
She imagined also, that with almost two hundred boys at the
school, Miss Stenton would have plenty to occupy her.

Timmy ran down the steps to the driveway just as the taxi
arrived. Alison and Jessica got out and Timmy waved. "Jessica!
Alison!" He hugged them and took Alison's case.

"No Timmy, that's not heavy at all. Help Jessica with hers!" He
dragged her suitcase up the steps, Alison's satchel slung round
his neck.

Claire met them and embraced the girls. "Take your things
upstairs and have a wash. We'll have some tea when you come
down."

Timmy took Jessica's case to her room, chattering all the time.
"Oh and she's so strict Jessica! Yesterday, Daniel looked out of
window just for a second and…."

"Yes, yes Timmy, just put the case on the bed" said Jessica
looking around her room. "Shut the door Timmy!"

Timmy did as she said and turned to face her. "It was only for a
second and…"

"Timmy!" Her voice was ice. "Haven't you forgotten something?"

Timmy looked puzzled for a second, then looked at the floor.
"Sorry miss" he said quietly.

He slid his shorts off, removed his teashirt and put his hands on
his head. Jessica sat on the bed. "Come here!" He stood in front
of her,

"Legs further apart!" He obeyed.

He gasped as he felt her hand gripping his testicles. "I think
you deserve to be punished. Do you agree Timmy?"

"Yes miss" he said meekly. "I'm sorry miss."

"I'm going to squeeze your balls very hard. You won't make a
sound. If you do, I'll squeeze them even harder. Understand?"

"Yes miss." Timmy grit his teeth. He must obey her. He loved her
so much.

He waited. Her hand didn't squeeze his balls. They started to
tickle them.

He opened his eyes. She was shaking her head slowly, a huge smile
on her face.

She stood up and held his shoulders. There were tears of laughter
in her eyes.

"Oh Timmy, you silly boy! I was joking. Did you really believe
me?" She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight, very,
very tight. Timmy burst into tears.

She soothed him until he stopped, then they unpacked her case
together. Timmy didn't even bother to put his clothes back on.
Somehow he felt that's how it should be. His privates ready for
her to play with. After all, they did belong to her, didn't they?

She turned and looked between his legs. "Did I give you
permission to have an erection Timmy?" she asked grinning. He
looked down and giggled. "Sorry miss!" Jessica took the tip in
her fingers and examined it closely. She started to pull back his
foreskin.

"I'm not hurting you am I Timmy?" He shook his head. "No miss, it
can go all the way back now. Auntie checked it every day last
week. Miss Stenton's going to check every boy next week and if
she can't pull their foreskin right back, she's going to
circumsize them herself!"

Jessica laughed. "Good for Miss Stenton!" She stroked his willy
harder.

"Has mother allowed you to come yet Timmy?" she asked quietly.

Timmy grinned. "On Thursday I had my very first organism!" he
said proudly. Jessica laughed. "Oh Timmy, you're so funny. You
mean orgasm!" Timmy continued.

"I got ten out of ten in my test at school, so auntie said I
could have a reward." He remembered how his aunt had left his
spanking until bedtime and had examined his privates for a long
time until starting to stroke them. She'd done it all so very
gently. The tingling had got stronger, but so slowly, until the
stars started exploding and his legs shook. He did hope she'd
allow him to have another one soon. She still made him wear those
gloves at night and sometimes his thing throbbed for attention.
He'd thought about trying to rub himself against the sheets, but
his aunt, reading his mind, had given him even tighter pyjamas.
Besides, she'd already explained that even if he did manage to
come, she'd know from his pyjamas in the morning. He wasn't old
enough to make sperm yet, whatever that was, but he did make
something that she said would leave a stain, and Miss Stenton
would definitely not be happy!

Suddenly he grabbed her sleeve. "Oh Jessica, I've got a surprise
for you! Come on!"

Pulling on his clothes he ran downstairs, Jessica following. At
the bottom they bumped into Bertie coming the other way. He had a
quick hug from Jessica and explained how he was to spend every
weekend with them. They watched him taking his little bag up the
stairs, his cute pert behind wobbling under his tight shorts.
Jessica watched him go and licked her lips.

Timmy ran down to the stables with her and flung open the door.
"Just for you!" he announced, pulling her inside excitedly.
Jessica grinned. She recognised Jeremy at once, busy sweeping the
floor. He had another boy with him, slightly taller with fair
hair and large blue eyes that looked at Jessica nervously.

"That's Mark" said Timmy, holding her hand. He leaned closer and
whispered, "He's eleven. Look at his shorts!"

Jessica looked and her eyes nearly popped out. If Jeremy had a
large sausage tucked down his shorts, this one had a huge
cucumber!

Timmy giggled. "He's got the biggest willy in the school. I heard
Miss Johnson talking to Miss Fanshaw about it. Miss Fanshaw
measures our willies every week at the medical" he added. He
smiled. It was one of the few occasions when a boy could be
punished for not having an erection! Teachers were so strange
sometimes.

Jessica breathed deeply. "You are a good boy Timmy. Thank you
very much. It's a lovely surprise!"

Timmy hesitated. "Well actually it's for Alison as well." He
smiled. "I thought you could send them to the study afterwards
for a caning."

Jessica agreed to send them as soon as possible and turned to the
boys, speaking as sternly as she could. "Come on boys, time to
have your genitals inspected!" She smiled at Jeremy. "I knew
you'd want to come again!"

Timmy skipped happily back to the house. He would have liked
Jeremy and Mark to have stayed for the whole weekend like Bertie,
but they had to return to school later that afternoon. Mark in
particular seemed to be very busy. It seemed that almost every
teacher was giving him extra tuition, judging by the time he
spent in their rooms.

His aunt walked out of the large doors onto the patio and called
him. "Timmy, come here- now!" Her voice had a definite edge to
it. She had something in her hand that looked like a letter. He
suddenly remembered. Oh no, the letter!

One important rule his aunt had drummed into him was that all
letters from the school must be given to her as soon as he
arrived home, especially on a Friday. Anything required for the
Monday could then be ordered immediately from one of the shops in
town and delivered on the Saturday.

His aunt was very angry. "I have just found this letter all
scrunched up at the bottom of your satchel! Shall I read it to
you Timmy?" Her question was rhetorical.

'Dear Mrs Markham, As I pointed out in the letter I sent a few
days ago, Timmy has still not brought his PE kit to school. The
kit can be purchased quite easily in town. Unfortunately, if he
does not attend PE correctly attired on Monday, I will have no
option but to follow standard disciplinary procedure. Kindest
regards, Miss Wolverton.'

Claire looked at Timmy furiously. "Not only should you have given
me this letter yesterday, but Miss Wolverton says she already
sent another letter before this one. Could you explain why I
haven't seen it Timmy?"

Timmy went very red. Oh, that letter! He sighed. He knew exactly
where the letter was. Transformed into a paper aeroplane it now
had permanent residence somewhere in the woods next to the
school.

"No auntie, I don't know."

He felt the tears at the back of his eyes. How could he tell his
aunt the truth? But even worse, why was he now lying to her?

Claire shook her head slowly. "If you'd given me this letter
yesterday we could have gone into town this morning and bought
your PE kit. As it is…" She read the letter again. "Standard
disciplinary procedure, Timmy. I wonder what that means?" Timmy
didn't know exactly but he could guess. Suddenly he felt very
cold. Miss Wolverton was a very strong lady.

For her part, Claire was not entirely unsympathetic. Timmy had
been so excited about the girls coming back, plus he'd been
concentrating on his homework. She would have considered going
into town after lunch, but there was also the matter of the
missing letter. He would just have to learn.

"Well Timmy, I suppose I'll just have to write back to Miss
Wolverton and tell her the truth" his aunt said quietly.
"You'll have to take the consquences for your actions" She
paused. "In addition, I'm sure Miss Stenton will want to ask you
how you managed to lose official school correspondence!"

Timmy couldn't stand it any more. Why hadn't he told his aunt the
truth straight away. She always knew when he was keeping
something from her. He would most likely still be punished as
severely, but at least he wouldn't have this awful feeling of a
vast gulf between them.
He broke down and told his aunt everything, all about using the
letter as an aeroplane and his lies to Miss Wolverton about why
he didn't have his kit. His aunt listened as Timmy poured out his
heart. It was clear that, although scared of the punishment
awaiting him at school, what upset him the most was having kept
the truth from her.

"Please auntie" he sobbed, tears running down his face like a
stream.. "I know I deserve to be punished and I promise I'll tell
Miss Wolverton and Miss Stenton everything!" He flung his arms
round her. "But auntie, please say you forgive me. I'm so sorry
auntie!"

Claire held him and wiped his eyes. She thought hard and sighed.
"Timmy, you're completely right. You deserve to be punished and
you will be!"

She stroked his hair and spoke softly. "I'll go into town now and
buy your PE kit." Timmy looked up in surprise.

"While I'm away you will go to Alison. I'm going to have a word
with her now and ask her to beat you very hard for losing the
letter and lying to your teacher. In addition, tomorrow morning
I'm going to cane you in front of the girls for lying to me."

Timmy gazed at her through his tears. "But Miss Stenton and Miss
Wolverton…" His aunt smiled. "Once you've been punished, the
matter is closed Timmy." If he expected any sympathy from Alison,
he was disappointed. Alison insisted on making him wait naked
outside the study, until Jessica arrived closely followed by
Jeremy and Mark. The boys' delight at seeing Timmy naked, waiting
to be thrashed was short lived however as Jessica ordered them to
do the same.

It could have been worse. At least Alison made the boys wait
outside while she caned him. Alison realised with surprise, that
for the first time, she was not particularly enjoying her task,
though Jessica grinned throughout.

The twelve strokes were almost as hard as the twelve Miss Stenton
had given him on Tuesday. His screams of pain as each stroke fell
echoed around the house.

Jessica led him to his room and watched as he lay on his front,
crying not just with the pain but also the shame of what he'd
done. He felt no anger towards anyone but himself. Alison had
only done her duty.

Jessica ran her finger over the red lines on Timmy's backside.
"Painful was it?" she asked cheerfully. "Yes miss" he replied,
turning his head to see her. Jessica ran her finger all over his
buttocks until sticking it between his cheeks.

"So, whats so bad about that?" she asked, stroking his sweaty
little bumhole. "You've been punished for lying to your teacher
and for destroying school property. Tomorrow you're going to get
it from mother. But at least you're being punished at home, not
at school!" Jessica smiled. "I don't think you'd be lying on a
bed having your arse rubbed better if Miss Stenton had caned
you!"

Timmy, despite his tears, managed to giggle at this.

He fell silent, his attention now on what Jessica's finger was
doing. Jessica bit her lip and laughed silently. Mother was
completely right; boys were basically little machines. Find the
button to press and they did what you wanted.

She heard a long sigh of contentment and saw Timmy push his bum a
little higher, clearly craving more attention. Jessica thought.
Could she? She did so want to see Timmy come. She pushed the tip
of her finger in his anus. Timmy moaned. No, she'd promised she
wouldn't, and mother would find out. She always did. Jessica
shivered.

"Okay, Timmy, I want you to get up now and go downstairs. Mother
will be coming back soon. Show her what a big boy you are!"

He stood up and rubbed his bottom, flinching. Jessica, turning
slightly, casually took his balls and held them tightly.

"Just remind me Timmy, who do these belong to?" Timmy
automatically opened his legs wider. "To you Jessica." She
gripped them tighter. "Who?" Timmy gasped. "Ow! Sorry, I mean to
you miss!"

Timmy missed the girls terribly over the next week but
fortunately, he was kept very busy with schoolwork. He was so
grateful to his aunt for buying him the regulation PE kit in time
for games on Monday, and on Sunday morning, he thanked her under
his breath between each stroke of the cane.

Apart from his regular spanking sessions with Miss Johnson, he
somehow managed to make it through the week without being caned
once, a feat which led her aunt to suggest that maybe the
teachers weren't being strict enough.

"Oh auntie, they are strict honestly!" he'd protested. "Miss
Johnson caned William today for talking even though he'd just
been punished by Miss Stenton! And all of the first years got
caned yesterday for making too much noise at lunch,and…" His aunt
stopped him. "Okay Timmy, I believe you. It's just that I don't
think its good for young boys if they aren't beaten regularly."

She considered. "I once knew a teacher who used to give her boys
the cane once every week just to serve as a reminder. I think
it's a good idea!"

Thus, that Friday evening Timmy found himself bending over in the
study, receiving six hard strokes from his aunt. His aunt was
pleased how meekly he'd accepted her proposal. Timmy had been
realistic about it. After all, he'd reasoned, he probably had
done something during the week to deserve it. His aunt was doing
it for his own good, and besides…that feeling again. That shivery
but warm feeling he got whenever his aunt punished him.

"I bet you're looking forward to the girls rarriving tomorrow
aren't you!" she asked him that night as he lay over her lap for
his spanking. She spanked slowly and erotically, her hand finding
itself creeping into every crevice, exploring every hole.

"You did very well at school this week Timmy. I'm really very
pleased with you." She stood him up and examined his penis which
was, as usual, fully erect and begging for attention. Timmy
watched her as she ran her finger under his scrotum and then
around to the side. She knew where his funny places were, those
little places that made the tingling much stronger. He looked at
her, his eyes full of adoration. She was going to make him come
and when he came he loved the feeling of being held and
controlled by her, being part of her.

Bertie sat crosslegged on the bed watching them and smiling.
Another whole weekend with Mrs Markham!

"Oh do hurry up Timmy!" cried Alison as he brought her bags in.
"I want to unpack and check the horses."

He placed the bags in her room and ran quickly back outside.
Jessica was standing next to her suitcase. "Where on earth have
you been Timmy?" she asked in a stern voice. "Just wait till I
get you upstairs!"

Timmy was momentarily taken aback by her tone, but then saw the
grin.

"Sorry Jessica, but Alison told me to take her…" "Just get on
with it boy!" she ordered, following him upstairs.

Timmy dragged her heavy case to her room and sat on the bed
panting. Jessica came in and shut the door.

He wasn't going to wait for her to remind him this time!
Reddening slightly, Timmy quickly pulled off his clothes and put
his hands on his head. Seeing her glance down, he opened his legs
more.

"Good boy. It's nice to see you're learning." said Jessica. She
opened her case. "I have a little present for you Timmy." She
took a leather slipper out and showed it to him.

"It looks just the sam as the old one doesn't it." She slapped it
into the palm of her hand. "Ouch!" It did indeed look identical.
Her mother had said she was only to use her Zakopane slipper on
Timmy. This one was also from Zakopane, the small town in Poland
renowned for its leather goods. The new slipper however was much,
much heavier.

"Would you like to try it Timmy?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.
Timmy nodded. "Yes please miss."

Without being told he jumped on the bed and adopted the position
he knew she loved. On all fours, he lowered himself onto his
elbows and lifted his bum as high as possible. He liked being
slippered by Jessica.

"Legs apart a bit more!" she ordered, tapping his thigh. He felt
her run the slipper down across his buttocks. There was silence.

The sound of the hard slap seemed to shake the room. Timmy gasped
and grabbed the bedclothes in his hands. This was far more
painful than her old slipper. The pain sent ripples throughout
his body before diminishing into the familiar tingle tthat he
knew so well.

He felt his testicles being fondled. The feeling of her finger
gliding lightly over his little balls was so ecstatic that any
soreness became a background warmth. He closed his eyes.
Jessica tapped his other buttock, then slapped the slipper down
hard. Timmy cried out but only for a second. His whole body was
reverberating from the red hot pain that radiated outwards from
his backside.

Jessica ran her finger down his crack.

"Well Timmy, would you like another one?"

Timmy's pain receptors cried out in protest. He heard himself
answer. "Yes please miss."

"Well you'll have to wait until tomorrow." She threw the slipper
on the floor. "Mother and Alison are going to visit a friend
tomorrow after lunch and I have something planned for you in the
stables!"

She pulled him off the bed and took a quick look at his red
bottom. "Well, it's clear I have to use this slipper now. Much
better than the old one isn't it?"

Timmy felt his hot buttocks and grinned. "Much better miss." He
saw some strange objects in her case. "What are those funny
things miss?"

Jessica laughed and took a few things from her case.

"This, Timmy, is a ball gag and this is a blindfold. These little
rings are to put over your balls and willy. That black thing over
there is a butt-plug that I'm going to push up your bottom
tomorrow." She looked at him hard. "You must remember that. Miss
Stenton used it when she caned you in the study a few weeks ago.

Timmy looked confused. "B'''but how do you know that she put…."
Jessica stopped him.

"You'd be surprised what Miss Stenton tells me Timmy!" she lied,
trying not to laugh. She looked at him and her eyes narrowed.
"Tomorrow afternoon I want you in the stables as soon as mother
and Alison have left. I'm going to put a harness on you and tie
you up so you can't move. You won't be able to see or talk. Then
we'll play a few games!"

Jessica didn't elaborate. Besides a nice long slippering, there
were other, more interesting things she wanted to try. She felt a
familiar tingling between her legs. Of course she'd have to
remove his gag for that!

She reached down and gripped his balls. "Is that clear young
man?" Timmy grinned as he felt himself getting hard again. "Yes
miss, thank you miss!"

It was getting late. In the living room Claire sat in her
favourite armchair, reading the newspaper with Bertie at her feet
in his pyjamas, playing with lego and toy soldiers. At one end of
a long couch, Alison sat with a pile of Timmy's exercise books on
her lap. Jessica was at the other end, engrossed in one her
horsey magazines. Wedged between them was Timmy who, between
watching Bertie and giving him intsructions on how to build his
fort, was also attempting to annoy Jessica. Every time she turned
over a page, Timmy would quickly turn it back, while claiming he
wanted to finish reading it. Each time he did it, she tickled
him, muttering under her breath how he'd be punished tomorrow.
She tolerated it not only because of her ideas for Timmy which
were becoming more elaborate every hour, but because she'd found
herself recently feeling a great deal of affection for her
naughty cousin-though just as long as he remembered who was in
charge!

Then Jessica hit upon a new variation to her reading strategy.
Holding the magazine with one hand, she used her other hand to
tickle Timmy in a very sensitive place.

Timmy stopped annoying her and watched as she tickled his little
willy. He couldn't stop himself. It wasn't easy not to notice the
little flag pole sticking up hard in his pyjamas.

Of course, Claire noticed immediately. "I can see one little boy
who's going to have his bottom spanked before he goes to bed!"
she said seriously, though her eyes were twinkling.

Betie caught the last sentence. "Yes, me!" he said sweetly.
Everyone laughed. "Yes, you as well!" said Claire, tousling his
hair.

Jessica coughed. "Well mother, I think that we should all spank
the boys tonight. What do you think?"

Claire smiled and nodded her head. "Excellent idea. I'm sure
Bertie and Timmy deserve it."

Jessica chuckled as she felt Timmy's willy stick up even more.

Timmy watched Alison going through his exercise books and held
his breath as she looked at his french book. Oh no! He hadn't
shown that one to his aunt yet. The only boy to receive zero
marks in his vocabulary test, he'd been spared a very hard caning
when the teacher had suddenly left for an urgent meeting. He
wondered what his aunt and Alison would think about it.

Alison was looking at the page and he heard her whistle softly.
"Were you punished for this Timmy?" she asked very quietly. Timmy
blushed. "No miss." No more lies-ever! Alison passed the book to
his aunt. "I think we need to discuss this tomorrow morning,
don't you Timmy?"

Timmy sighed and nodded. He knew what that meant.

He leaned back in the soft sofa between his cousins breathing in
the warm heavy scent of Alison's perfume. Jessica's hand was
under the magazine doing something to his willy that felt very
nice indeed. Perhaps too nice! He wondered if she would visit him
later that night like she did last weekend. Knowing well that his
gloves stopped him from obtaining any relief, she'd teased him
for ten minutes, leaving him to fall asleep very erect, and very,
very frustrated!

He closed his eyes. Tonight he was going to be spanked by his
aunt and two cousins and made to go to sleep with a hard
throbbing penis begging for attention. Tomorrow morning he'd no
doubt be scolded and caned by Alison after breakfast. Jessica was
going to tie him up, beat him hard with her new slipper and….He
wasn't sure what else, but he could guess. Bertie had told him
what ladies liked boys to do to them! Then there was the matter
of the broken glass that his aunt was sure to notice when she
went to the greenhouse.

He yawned and rested his head against Jessica, feeling her soft
dress against his cheek. His aunt smiled at him. Nearly time for
bed. He couldn't be sure but he felt that, at that particular
moment, he must surely be the happiest little boy in the whole
world!