TRAINING THE GIRLS

BY TOMMY

Part 4

The CD player was already on one of the tables blaring out some
awful pop music. Dave nodded at Mike and laughed at the sight of
the guard, standing behind the row of girls, his trousers unable
to hide his erection. Poor guy! Still, he'd have some fun later
and of course tomorrow afternoon!

"Right girls, listen carefully!" He surveyed the back of their
heads, noses pressed against the wall as ordered, hands on heads,
feet well apart. Four pairs of cheeky firm buttocks all waiting
to be dealt with!

"If you remember, this morning we used the special tables over
there to keep you still during your punishments. Can anyone tell
me how many times your bottoms were thrashed?" There was a
silence, punctuated only by quiet sobs as the girls shivered in
fear. A hand rose. "Yes Christine?" "Please sir, it was twelve
sir… I think sir.. thank you sir." Her voice shook. Dave nodded.
"That's right, twelve. Twelve lashes for each ribbon."

He sat down and licked his lips. "However, I'm hoping that from
now on, it won't be necessary to keep you tied down. If you can
take your punishment without too much wriggling, then I will only
give you half." He waited for the girls to digest this new piece
of information.

"When I call your name, you will turn, come to me and give me
your black ribbons. I will then tell you which implement you are
to be punished with and you'll fetch it from the cupboard. Then
after we've finished, you'll thank me for punishing you, return
the implement to the cupboard and go to the other gentleman
who'll tell you what to do." He looked at his watch. "I don't
want to waste any more time. Just remember that if you don't take
your punishment well, you'll go over the whipping table and get
double!"

He saw Carol and Sally arrive, their faces bright red with
embarrassment. Mike spoke a few words and the two girls started
their knee bends in time to the music. Dave nodded at them.
"Pussies smooth?" His friend chuckled and slid his hand between
Sally's legs. The loud squeal as she felt his hand on her pussy
earnt her a hard slap on her thigh. Carol pursed her lips and
shut her eyes as the man's fingers explored her privates, one
finger delving deeper between her pussy lips. "Smooth as a baby's
bottom!" he announced, laughing.

"Hmm, good." Dave rubbed his hands together. "Now then, talking
of bottoms…..Becky!"

The little six year old turned and walked to him, her legs
shaking, large tear-filled blue eyes shining in the strong
fluorescent light. Dave took the two ribbons and gently pulled a
strand of blond hair away from her left eye. Her small pussy
still looked red from all the attention it had received earlier.
Oh well, she'd soon have a red bum to match it!

"Bring me the small black gymshoe on the left, please Becky."

He watched her go to the cupboard, her cute bubble butt twitching
in anticipation of what it was about to receive.

"Thank you" he said quietly, taking the old worn gymshoe from
her. "Okay, over my knee please" He lifted her gently across his
lap, positioning her so her bum stuck up at just the right angle.
"There, much more civilised like this isn't it? Now then.." He
tapped her buttocks with the slipper and smiled as she flinched.
"Two ribbons. One for not asking permission to come, and the
other for failing to put the vibrator all the way inside your
pussy! What is two times six Becky?" He heard her sniff, then a
little voice croaked. "Please sir I don't know sir…thank you
sir." Dave shook his head in bewilderment. Still, she was only
six. "The answer Becky, is twelve!"

He raised the gymshoe and brought it down sharply on her right
buttock. Crack! The girls facing the wall flinched en masse as
the sound echoed round the room. Becky's sobs grew louder as Dave
continued, alternating between buttocks till each was bright red.
The last two cracked down hard across the back of her legs making
her squirm under his grip.

Dave ran his hand over her sore backside. Hmm, nice and warm!
Easing her chubby buttocks apart, he touched her tight little
bumhole. Becky gasped, her sobbing cut off in mid flow. "Right
young lady, no more crying please" whispered Dave, his finger
still teasing her anus. "One single sound and you'll get another
six!"

He pulled the little girl off his lap and kissed her wet nose.
"See, wasn't that bad was it?" He looked at her questioningly and
handed her the gymshoe. Becky wiped her eyes and sniffed loudly.
"Please sir, thank you for punishing me sir…er..thank you sir… I
mean…" Dave put his finger on her lips. "Okay, that's enough. Put
it back, then join Sally and Carol!"

He waited till she'd joined the two oldest girls. Mike had them
jumping up and down now. Dave laughed. The guard's eyes were
glued on Carol and Sally, enjoying the sight of their young
breasts jiggling up and down under their tight vests.

"Rachel!" The cheeky seven year old redhead turned and buried her
head in her hands, weeping profusely. Dave felt a twinge of
sympathy for the poor girl. "Give me the ribbons please" he said
softly. She handed him the four black ribbons, biting her lip,
her large eyes meeting his and shaking like a leaf.

"Black gymshoe please Rachel. Come on! We haven't got all day!"
The walk to the cupboard and back seemed the most difficult thing
she'd ever done. Her legs felt wobbly. Giving him the slipper,
she shook her head in desperation. "P..please sir, please don't
sir… please.." "For goodness sake Rachel!" Dave pulled the
terrified youngster over his lap. "It's only a slipper. Just wait
till you get the cane! Then you'll have something to cry about!"

He tapped her trembling buttocks and spoke so the rest could
hear. "Four black ribbons. One for losing the race in the PE
lesson, one as part punishment for not washing yourself after
using the toilet, one for having an orgasm without permission and
one, like Becky, for not inserting your vibrator all the way into
your vagina." He sighed. They really had to learn. "Finally
Rachel, for talking just now, you've just earned yourself another
black ribbon." He tapped her harder. "However, I think we'll deal
with that one tomorrow morning. Now then…."

Slap! Slap! Slap! An ear splitting scream cut through the air.
Rachel squirmed under the man's strong grip, her bottom and
thighs on fire. Strict though he was, Dave wanted to avoid having
to tie her down over the whipping table. It wasn't just the
wasted time. Years of experience had taught him the importance of
making each punishment exquisitely painful, yet just bearable,
ensuring the girl was pushed to her limit and her pain threshold
increased each day. Making a girl hysterical served no useful
purpose and he had no doubt that being tied down for another
forty eight whacks would do just that to Rachel. He grinned and
gripped the wriggling girl harder. There would be plenty of time
for tying her down in the future. Oh yes, plenty of time!

He allowed the screaming little girl off his lap and laughed.
"Okay, twenty four slaps. I bet that hurt!" Rachel clasped her
crimson backside and did a little war dance, her tears spraying
all over the place. "I'm counting to three. If you're still
crying, you get another dose! One…two…" The sobbing ceased as if
by magic and he sent her over to Mike, her pert bottom resembling
two over-ripe peaches.

It looked like Christine would prove to be less of a problem. No
doubt relieved at possessing only one black ribbon and having
already experienced twelve with the belt earlier in the day, the
prospect of six smacks with a PE slipper didn't fill her with
quite the same amount of dread as the two smaller girls. The
podgy ten year old handed the man her ribbon and blushed as she
saw his eyes focused between her legs. "Hmm, nice juicy looking
pussy you have there" said Dave jokingly, taking the ribbon from
her. "Fetch me the paddle please Christine." He saw the confusion
in her eyes. "Oh sorry, I forgot you probably don't know what I
mean." He pointed to the cupboard. "That brown wooden thing next
to the gymshoe."

Christine swallowed nervously and fetched the strange looking
implement. Why not the slipper? This felt heavier than a slipper.
The wood was shiny and there were three holes through it. What on
earth…?

She was still thinking about the holes as the man pushed her
gently but firmly over his lap. Dave spent a few seconds
surveying the large pair of buttocks before him, before tapping
them with the paddle.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I'm not using the gymshoe on you
as well Christine" said Dave, enjoying the way the girl's bum
wobbled. "Well, apart from the fact that you're older, you also
have a very large bottom which, I think, is just begging to be
made very red and sore. Something which I'm about to do. If you
remember, your ribbon was for not inserting your vibrator all the
way into your very nice pussy. However, I'm sure that you'll
manage it tomorrow."

If Christine thought the paddle would be anything like a slipper,
she had had a rather rude awakening as the first slap landed hard
on her left buttock, the excruciating stinging pain making her
lose her breath. "Owwww..sir..please no!!!" The chubby girl
dissolved into floods of tears. Dave waited a few seconds between
each slap, enjoying the way her large bottom wobbled like a
jelly. The last two slaps landed at the top of her legs,
producing a scream that reverberated round the room.

Admiring his handiwork, Dave stroked the girl's backside,
occasionally slipping his hand down between her legs, teasing her
fleshy pussy. He parted her buttocks. Hmm, nice deep cleft! Just
begging for a large butt-plug thought Dave. Well, she'd have that
to look forward to later!

"Okay, stand up! My, you're a little fatty, aren't you!" He
patted the girl's tummy. Not that it mattered of course. In fact
he was pretty sure he could guess exactly which clients would be
asking for this one!

The girl grasped her sore bum, sobbing loudly. "That's enough!"
said Dave loudly. "For talking during your punishment, you have
another black ribbon. Any more noise and it'll be two! Well?"

Christine nodded and bit her lip, forcing herself to be quiet,
stifling the sobs that were making her whole body tremble. She
thanked the man and returned the paddle to its hook, then joined
the other girls, who were running on the spot and being
encouraged by Mike, a thin riding whip in his hand.

"Beverly!" The blond eleven year old turned and walked over, her
stomach churning. Shit, she was pretty, thought Dave. Her blue
eyes glistened as the tears started. The clients would be
fighting over her, that was sure. Innocent expression,
resplendent with the just the right amount of puppy fat, no sign
of any pubic hair, yet possessing the largest tits he'd ever seen
on a girl so young! "The wooden hairbrush on the right!" Beverly
did as she was told. Her knees shook. She mustn't say anything!
Please don't let her say anything! A tear fell on her hand. More
ribbons than any other girl! It just wasn't fair!

"Well, well young lady. Three black ribbons, hmm?" With
difficulty, he tore his eyes away from the rather obscene outline
of her breasts and smiled. "Not washing your privates, coming
without permission and refusing to put all of the vibrator into
your vagina. Come on, over you go!"

Moving his legs closer together, Dave positioned the girl so her
breasts were just hanging down over his left thigh, her bum
sticking up provocatively as if begging to be punished. He
gripped the old worn hairbrush and ran the black bristles gently
over the girl's sweaty backside. How many times had he used this?
Not as heavy as the paddle, it was perfect for the eighteen slaps
he was about to administer.

Slap, slap, slap! Beverly jerked and squealed as the hard wooden
brush was brought down hard over her buttocks and thighs. The
pain from each slap merged until her whole posterior was engulfed
in fiery agony. No matter how she bucked and squirmed, the man's
strong arm held her firmly over his lap.

It was over. Beverly felt her face soaked in tears, but part of
her was happy that she hadn't shouted out and earned herself
another ribbon. So very, very painful! Her bum felt like it was
on fire.

She lay on the man's lap sobbing quietly while he explored her
hot buttocks. His other hand stroked her hair, then moved a bit
lower until… The girl gasped as she felt his hand reach her
breast. A finger teased her nipple. "Well, well Beverly, I must
say you do have nice tits! I bet the other girls in your class
are dead jealous!"

The girl bit her lip with embarrassment as the man continued his
little exploration. Yes, it was true what he'd said! But nobody
had ever touched them like this man was doing.

She felt the man's other hand slide down between her legs and
squirmed as a finger started to tease her pussy. Her nipple
stiffened and she heard the man laugh. "Oh, another little
hottie! I wonder what happens when I touch you just here and…."

Beverly squealed as a fingertip found her tiny clitoris. Years of
experience meant that Dave knew exactly how to stimulate a small
girl's clit. His fingernail prodded her little bump very, very
gently and he watched with amusement as she clenched her
buttocks, his wrist held tightly between her thighs.

He toyed with the idea of making her come. After all, he'd be
doing it frequently from tomorrow. Masturbating the girls after
each punishment helped them accept punishment faster and besides,
it was an entertainment in itself!

"Okay, up you get!" Shit, she was seconds from coming! Beverly
stood up and thanked him, her voice shaking, pain from her sore
bottom competing for her attention with the strong tingling from
between her legs.

Within seconds, she was with the other girls, jumping up and down
in time to the music, while Mike barked instructions.

Dave checked the time and fetched the video camera from the other
room. "Could you do this Mike?" he asked, handing it to his
friend. "You know I'm hopeless with these things!" Mike laughed
and switched it on. "Yeah, okay. I'll take about ten minutes now,
then edit it down to one or two minutes later. Should keep our
clients happy!"

"Okay girls!" Dave clapped his hands. "In a line please, smallest
to the biggest please. No Rachel, you go next to Becky, remember?
Quickly Sally!" He glanced at Mike who nodded.

"Right, start jumping! Come on, higher! Yes, higher Carol!" Mike
walked slowly round them, filming the girls first as a group,
then individually. He took a deep breath. Shit, they were sexy!
The three oldest girls blushed as he focused on their vests,
their breasts bouncing up and down underneath. Poor Beverly! She
looked quite comical!

"Good girls, now on your backs please! Quickly! Lift your hips
off the floor. Hands underneath. Now pretend you're riding a
bicycle. Good girl Becky! Legs higher Christine! Come on, faster!

With Becky and Rachel too young to be overly embarrassed by their
position, this could not be said of the other girls who were only
too aware of how they must look to the men. However, their
embarrassment soon increased even further as they were ordered to
open and close their legs.

"Right girls, legs further apart. Come on Carol, further! Now
hold them open and keep still! Carol felt tears of shame appear
as the man holding the video camera stood over her, zooming down
for a close up of her pussy.

Mike moved along the line, ensuring that each girl's sweaty pussy
was captured on film. His hands shook slightly. Shit, his
erection was uncomfortable! He sighed and focused down between
Beverly's legs. Well, at least tomorrow he'd be able to start
putting it to good use!

Dave clapped his hands. "Good girls. Stand up and form a line
over there in front of the tables. Quickly!" He waited for them
to stand next to the tables and benches, where they'd eaten their
lunch earlier.

"Okay, now when I tell you, I want every girl to take off her
vest and put it on the table. Any hesitation, any at all, and
you'll receive a ribbon. One, two, three…off!"

En masse, the girls obeyed, their fear of further punishment far
outweighing any additional embarrassment. Dave whistled softly
and looked at Mike. This was the first time they'd been
completely naked in front of the men. The novel situation was not
lost on the girls either. They squirmed and wriggled, wishing
they could be anywhere else but there! Becky and Rachel faced the
men, uncomfortable, yet still too young to understand the effect
their nakedness had on others. Dave frowned. "Carol and Beverly,
you will both receive a black ribbon for covering your breasts!"
The girls in question looked at him in horror, totally unaware
that they'd instinctively folded their arms across their chest.
Carol exposed her breasts, trying not to cry. Nobody had seen her
like this for years – not even her own mother. It wasn't fair!
Dave nodded. Oh yes, no modesty allowed here!

If Carol was upset, Beverly was even more distraught. How many
ribbons did she have? No idea! She felt the men's eyes on her
firm young breasts and burst into tears.

"Stop that noise Beverly, or you'll get another one!" The sobbing
stopped as if by magic, though tears continued to stream down her
face.

"Okay, let's have you jumping up and down. Come on Rachel,
higher! Yes, you too Christine. My, your tummy wobbles a lot when
you jump, doesn't it! Even more than your bum! Chest out more
Sally! Show those boobies off! Everyone turn around! Stick those
bums out!"

He saw Mike check the clock on the wall. "Right girls, that's
enough for now. Maybe we'll do a bit more tomorrow."

He saw the guard enter the hall carrying a large box. Good!
Dinner was ready. The huge Albanian grunted and slid some bowls
along the table, closely followed by bags of bread, cheese and a
large packet of sliced meat. Six plastic cups and bottles of milk
followed.

"Well, I bet you're all hungry, so sit down and start." He
noticed the worried looks among the girls. They were clearly not
at all happy about eating in the nude. "Your PE vests have to be
washed. Now sit down and eat!"

Slowly, the girls moved around the table and found a place to
sit, moving the chairs quietly, hoping not to draw attention to
themselves. The older girls, suddenly realising how ravenous they
were, grabbed handfuls of bread, quickly seeking out the pieces
of cheese to put into their bowls.

"Sit up straight! Don't make a mess!" Christine, her mouth full,
looked up and saw Dave staring at her. He grinned. "Nice and
slowly please. You're not in a race."

Rachel munched slowly on a crust, her eyes full of tears. When
would she be allowed to go home? She shifted in her chair. So
uncomfortable! She saw Sally looking at her. Sally had freckles
too! Rachel looked down at her own tiny buds. Would she really
have titties like Sally in a few years? Oh, and the fatty girl,
Christine! What a big tummy!

Carol chewed her food slowly, one eye on the guard. Why was he
always smiling at her? She felt a lump in her throat. A few days
ago, she'd felt so grown up. Thirteen years old, developing nice
breasts, her periods started… What would she give now to be with
her mother? These horrible men! What on earth did they want?

Something about slave girls? They couldn't be serious surely? Oh,
and these ribbons…? She suddenly felt sick. She still had a blue
one! What was blue? Wasn't it breasts? What did that mean? Sally
had a pink one. So what exactly were the men going to do? Surely
not…. She saw the guard leering at her again. Suddenly she didn't
feel hungry any more. She wanted so much to cover her breasts,
but didn't dare!

Mike took the video camera back to the office and Dave walked
slowly round the table. As each girl finished eating, he ordered
her to take her bowl and cup into the kitchen and wash it up. On
returning to the hall, their exercises resumed with some gentle
running on the spot. Although primarily a way of keeping the
girls busy, Dave also believed it to aid digestion.

"A bit faster Christine!" The podgy girl sweated as the man
flicked her bum with his riding whip. "You shouldn't have stuffed
yourself at the table, should you" he continued, grinning at her
discomfort. He saw the guard laughing. What a beautiful sight!
Six little sweaty naked girls, all doing their best to please the
men.

"Okay, stop!" He surveyed the unhappy looking bunch and checked
the time. "Go to the bathroom, use the toilet and then shower!
Pay particular attention to your hair, ears, nails, pussy and
anus. I'm feeling generous tonight so I'm giving you fifteen
minutes. When you finish, put on your nightdress, go straight to
the classroom and sit down quietly. Oh, and make sure you leave
the bathroom spotless. Move!"

The six naked girls ran out of the door, one or two of them
desperate for the loo. Dave went to see how Mike was getting on.
His friend had already transferred the film to the computer and
showed Dave the scenes he was editing. "I should be able to get
it all down to just over two minutes" he announced, wiping his
brow. Any more than that, and the file gets too big to handle."
Dave nodded. He knew a little about what Mike was doing. The film
would be encrypted, then hidden inside another file before being
uploaded to their website. A website, Dave remembered, originally
made by one of their clients. After all, how many people were
interested in a boring Norwegian school reunion website?
Nevertheless it had proved invaluable for communicating with
their many clients. He wondered how many of the richer ones were
even now sitting on a yacht somewhere, horny as hell, satellite
link ready to download the video and begin choosing their girls.

The girls sat in silence, not daring to even whisper. For the
fifth time, Sally tried to pull her thin nightdress further over
her legs, but it still covered only a few inches of her thighs.
She turned her head, her long hair sending drops of water across
the room.

Well, she had tried to dry it, but there hadn't been time! She
looked at Beverly. The pretty eleven year old looked so scared,
her blue eyes full of tears, nervously running her hand through
her blond curly hair. Sally felt a twinge of sympathy. How many
ribbons did Beverly have now?

The door opened and Dave strode in and clapped his hands. "All
sitting comfortably?" he asked cheerfully. "Nice and clean?" He
reached his large desk at the front and took a video from a
drawer. "Before we finish for the day, I have a lovely film for
you to watch, and I'm sure that you'll enjoy it, but before I put
it on, we're just going to have a quick inspection. Stand up
please."

He patted Becky's head and looked quickly behind her ears. "Good
girl." He passed along the line, checking that his instructions
had been carried out. "Hmm, hair still very wet Sally. Next time
dry it better!" He licked his lips and went back to little Becky.
"You know what I have to check now, don't you, little one?"
Becky nodded, a lump in her throat. So rude. So very, very rude!
"What do I have to check?"

"Er, please sir, my…my pussy and..and my..anoos sir, thank you
sir."

Dave laughed. "It's 'anus' Becky. Yes, that's right, we have to
check your pussy and anus to make sure they're perfectly clean."
He tapped the front of her desk.

"Stand here in front Becky." He smiled at the others. "You too!"
He waited for the girls to move, noticing the apprehension in
their eyes.

"Good, now I want everybody to copy what Becky does." His voice
lowered. "I think you all know what happens if I see any
hesitation!"

"Right Becky, I want you to lean back against the very edge of
the desk. Good girl. Lift your nightdress up to your belly
button. Excellent!" He saw the other girls copy her, their faces
already red. Bloody hell, when would they get used to having
their privates on show?

"Now I want you to lean back and lie on the desk. Think you can
do that Becky?" Keeping his voice friendly , he helped her lie
back on the wooden desk, his hand supporting her as she did so.

"There we are." He glanced at the others.

"Some of you older girls will have your head hanging over the
other side of the desk, so it may feel a bit uncomfortable. Don't
worry, it's only for a minute or so."

"Now then, I want you to lift your legs up and bring them up
towards your shoulders – like when you were doing the bicycle
exercise – remember? But this time, open your legs and grip them
with your hands. Good girl Becky! Yes like this. Wider Carol! You
as well Beverly! Legs wide apart, and pull them back as far as
you can."

He stepped back to survey the beautiful scene before him. Several
of the girls were crying quietly with shame. But what a sight!
Six lovely little pussies and bumholes rising to greet him! What
could be a more embarrassing and subservient position for a girl?

"Pull your legs back more Rachel! You as well Sally! No, heads
down! I don't need to look at your faces!"

The door opened and Mike strode in with a camera. "Ah, just in
time I see" he said jokingly, his erection suddenly getting even
stiffer. "Fuck me, what a lovely collection!"

Dave laughed and waited while his colleague took pictures from
all angles, followed by close-ups between their legs.
"I'll get these sent off immediately" he said, rather
breathlessly, switching his camera off. "By the way, the video
was uploaded a few minutes ago. You wouldn't believe the emails
we've had already!" With a last lustful glance at the six girls,
he left the room, shutting the door quietly.

"Right girls, hold those positions!" Dave moved to Becky and
smiled. The little six year old was pulling her legs right back
to her shoulders, clearly in an attempt to please him. Her blue
eyes looked at him anxiously.

"So then, this position is what we call 'Pussy inspection' and
you will form this position immediately whenever you hear that
command. Now then.." He took a thin surgical glove from a drawer
and put it on his right hand. From a small blue tube, he quickly
squeezed lubricant over his fingers.

"I'm going to go along very quickly and inspect both your pussies
and bumholes. You will not move until I tell you!"

With his left hand he stroked Becky's sweet little pussy and
chuckled as the girl gasped. To her surprise and consternation,
he lowered his head and stuck his tongue between her pussy lips.
"Hmm, very nice Becky! Tastes and smells delicious!"

She felt his other hand moving between her buttocks and squealed
as a finger entered her tight little anus.

"Okay Becky, just relax. Let it go all the way in and…"

He withdrew his finger. "You see, nice and clean. Good girl!"

Leaving the tiny girl to her thoughts, he moved to Rachel. The
little redheaded girl was crying, unsure of what was happening.
Dave patted her thigh. Shit, she was pretty, her freckles giving
her such an innocent, helpless look.

"Nice fresh tasting pussy you have there Rachel." He licked his
lips and pushed his finger deep inside her anus, enjoying the
look of surprise and discomfort on her face. "There, you see,
nice and clean. Wasn't that bad was it!"

Christine's large bum received the same treatment, his tongue
lingering as it delved deep inside her succulent pussy, fingers
gently teasing her bumhole before sliding in. Beverly, having
witnessed the other girls being examined, bit her lip and tried
not to make a sound. The man's finger felt horrible inside her
bottom! His tongue on the other hand… The young girl felt her
mind spinning at the strange sensations rippling through her
body. Something touched her right nipple and she opened her eyes
to see the man staring at her, laughing. "Mmm, your nipple's as
stiff as your little clit Beverly. I think you were quite
enjoying that!"

"Now then Sally, let's see how you taste!" He lowered his head
and explored the twelve year old's pussy, making her flinch as
his tongue poked her clitoris. "Not bad Sally." He removed his
finger from her anus and frowned. "Could be a bit cleaner!" He
thought for a few seconds. "I'll let you off this time Sally, but
I want that bumhole cleaner next time… or else! Poor personal
hygiene is a three ribbon offence. Just remember!" Sally, her
long brown hair hanging down over the edge of the table shivered
with fear. She'd make quite sure her bum was clean next time!

"Well well well, let's see how you taste then." Dave inhaled the
delicious aroma emanating from between Carol's legs. The plump
thirteen year old schoolgirl tried not to cry as the man's tongue
slid inside her. "Oh come on Carol, relax!" said Dave, prodding
her tight anus. "It's going in whether you like it or not!" He
smiled to himself as he thought of their plans for later. Just
wait till she saw the butt-plugs!

He felt her whole body quiver as he pushed his finger deep inside
her anus, his tongue slowly teasing her clitoris until he felt it
stiffen.

"Oh yes, delicious!" Dave examined his finger and nodded.
"Acceptable, but only just. Spend longer washing your anus next
time!" He stroked the girl's pussy and frowned. "Hang on a
second.." Carol felt the man's large hand grip her mound a bit
tighter.

"You were supposed to have shaved of all your pubic hair" he
announced quietly, a hint of menace in his voice. "I can still
feel a bit here!" He tapped the offending patch of skin. "I know
you didn't have much to start with, but the rules are quite
clear. That's a pink ribbon for you Carol!"

He sighed and stepped back, ignoring the girl's anguished look
and tear filled eyes.

"Okay, you may all get off your desks and sit down properly."
Dave gave the two little ones a hand, and then switched on the
video.

"This is a very nice film and I want everyone to pay attention.
After about 20 minutes, we'll start taking you, one by one, for
the final punishment session, then you will have your butt-plugs
inserted and go straight to bed. As soon as you hear your name
called, stand up and leave the room quietly."

He waited for the film to start and adjusted the volume.
"Remember, any whispering or attempt to communicate with each
other will be severely punished. There are hidden cameras and
microphones everywhere, and I still have plenty of ribbons!"

With that, he left the room, leaving the frightened girls, their
eyes glued on the television screen.

Becky crossed her legs and looked quickly at the other girls. Why
was the big girl crying? What was pubic hair? What was a
butt-plug? She glanced at Rachel sitting next to her. The cheeky
redhead saw her staring and looked away, scared. Becky
understood. What if the men were watching? Her bottom twitched as
she remembered the black gymshoe. Gosh, that had really stung!
She reached out and took Rachel's hand in hers. Well, that wasn't
talking, was it? Rachel hesitated but didn't pull her hand away.
The two little girls turned their attention to the film, their
small hands linked in an infantile attempt at reassurance and
comfort.

The film was one Mike and Dave had put together the year before.
The vibrators appeared as before, though this time used with more
imagination. A small girl was shown in the familiar 'pussy
inspection' position, giggling while another girl teased first
her rosy pussy, then moved it lower before easing it into her
tight bumhole. Scene followed scene. Larger vibrators, scary
looking black butt-plugs, penis- shaped dildos.

Becky gripped Rachel's hand tighter. How could they put such big
things in their bottoms? It was just so….

"Becky!" The sound of her name being called made her jump. For a
second she couldn't remember what she had to do, then carefully
stood up and tip toed to the door. Dave smiled and took her hand.
"Come on sweetheart." He saw the tears in her eyes and laughed.
"Becky, you don't have any ribbons, so stop crying. I'm just
putting you to bed, that's all." The small girl sniffed and wiped
her eyes. Yes, that was true. She didn't have any of those
coloured ribbons like the others had.

They entered the large bathroom at the end of the corridor. "I'm
sure you need the loo, so hurry up and go!" He noticed the pained
expression on her face and shook his head. "Yes Becky, I'm going
to watch you and make sure you clean yourself afterwards, so may
as well get used to it. You're close to getting a black ribbon.
Now go!"

Becky didn't know why, but she felt more embarrassed about peeing
in front of the man than when he looked at her privates. Dave
couldn't help laughing at hthe concentration on her face as she
forced herself to pee, her short nightdress hitched up to her
belly button.

"Good girl, now wash yourself. Bottom and pussy, remember?"

The little girl lowered herself onto the bidet and soaped her
hand. Dave knelt down to watch and she felt tears come to her
eyes. Why did the man have to look so closely. It was so rude.
So…

"Fingers in further Becky!" She blushed and tried to push deeper
into her pussy but it hurt. "Okay, now your anus. Come on Becky,
don't be shy. I'm only doing this because I don't want to have to
give you three ribbons. Now get it really clean!"

She pushed her finger up inside her bottom, wincing at the
horrible sensation. "Okay, that's probably enough for now, but
just remember that whenever you have a shit, you'll need to spend
a few minutes doing this! It's best to use two fingers and make
really sure you're perfectly clean."

Becky recoiled at his choice of words. Her Daddy had once said
that word and Mummy had given him such a mouthful!

She stood up and dried herself carefully, ever conscious of being
carefully scrutinised.

"Right, now then, all we have to do is put your butt-plug in and
then it's time for you to be in bed."

Becky watched, mystified, as the man took a large box from behind
the door and opened it. Dozens of black rubber butt-plugs, each
with a number stamped on the base rolled out. The man swore, then
put them slowly back in the box, examining each one.

"Hmm, I think these should do" he said at last. He placed five of
them on a shelf and smiled at the nervous little girl, shuffling
her feet before him. She saw he had one of the black things in
his hand. As he started to smear cream over it, she realised what
he was going to do. It had been in the film. He was going to put
in into her… She started to cry.

"Oh for goodness sake Becky, don't be silly." Dave smiled at the
frightened girl. "It's not a big one! Look, it's only a number
two. Sally and Carol are having bigger ones than this. Now then,
I want you to bend over and put your hands on your knees. Can you
do that for me?"

The small girl sniffed and looked at the butt-plug in the man's
hand. It looked so horrible. So big, nasty and…

Dave sighed. The girl was so sweet, but this was getting silly.
He shook his head. "Right Becky, that's a black ribbon for not
obeying an order straight away. You'd better bend over, or it'll
be two ribbons. Now!"

Tears flowing freely now, the six year old bent over and grasped
her knees. She felt her short nightdress being lifted up further
over her back, cool air wafting up between her legs. The man's
finger slid between her buttocks and she felt something wet being
pushed in her bottom. "Just lubricating your little hole Becky"
explained Dave, squeezing some more cream from the tube. "This
will feel strange but as long as you relax, it won't be too bad.
Okay, I'm going to push it in now. Relax your bottom hole and…"

Becky's eyes widened as she felt the butt-plug slowly being
pushed inside her anus. No, no, no, this was horrible! The wide
tip of the rubber plug stretched her sphincter and she sobbed
even louder. Dave laughed and held the girl's waist firmly as he
pushed the plug right in up to the base.

"There, wasn't bad, was it?" he asked, wiggling the base around.
"It should stay in all on its own now, but sometimes if they're
too small, they fall out." He stood her up and smoothed her
nightdress down over her bum. "If you feel it coming out, you
should tell me straight away and I'll put a bigger one in."

He wiped her eyes and kissed her wet cheek. Bloody hell, she was
so pretty! Her blue eyes gazed up at him sadly. He leant forward,
held her little hands in his and kissed her gently on the lips.
Such a lovely mouth! He thought about their plans for the next
day and felt his cock harden. What a nice afternoon they were
going to have. Little Becky would find her hands and mouth being
kept very busy indeed!

Mike was ushering Rachel out of the classroom when Dave arrived.
The freckled face seven year old looked at him like a scared
rabbit. Poor kid, thought Dave. Still, they had to learn!

"Come on then." The little girl was guided through a door
opposite the classroom and taken down another short corridor to
the room at the end. Their 'playroom' as Mike liked to call it,
had originally been part of a large cellar. Completely renovated,
thoroughly soundproofed and decorated, the room resembled a cross
between a dungeon and a hospital operating theatre, albeit a
rather messy one. Strong metal bars were fixed into the ceiling,
some with chains hanging from them. Tables and cupboards lined
the walls. A shower and small chemical toilet stood in one
corner.

Rachel started to cry. She wiped her eyes and looked at the
strange table in the middle of the room. A bit like an old
fashioned four-poster bed, it was higher and resembled a large
workbench more than a bed. A thick rubber mattress covered the
top. At each corner, a metal bar was set firmly between floor and
ceiling, small metal hooks at six inch intervals set into each
one.

Dave shut the door and smiled at the terrified girl. The first
time was always difficult. He remembered when they used to do
this with all the girls together. Complete pandemonium! At least
this way, each girl got to experience her first punishment alone,
the soundproofed walls ensuring that the others had no idea of
what was happening.

"Okay Rachel, we're all tired, so let's get this over with shall
we?" He crouched down and stroked her cheek, noticing how her
freckles matched her red hair. "You have a pink ribbon and a
silver one. Do you remember why you got them?"

Rachel nodded, her knees trembling. What were they going to do to
her? Please don't let it hurt…please!

Dave ran his hand up her leg and over her small firm thigh. "Yes,
I bet you do!" His hand reached her soft bottom and he slowly
squeezed her left buttock. "We take hygiene very seriously here
Rachel. Girls have to be clean everywhere, and that includes
inside their pussies and bottoms. Understand?"

Rachel squirmed, the man's hand gripping her tighter. Too
frightened to speak, she nodded her head again, tears dripping
from her cheeks.

"Good, because I hope I don't have to explain it again. Now,
let's get this off shall we?" He stood up and swiftly pulled the
girl's nightie over her head. Rachel squealed as the cool air
swept over her naked body. In a second she was lifted and sat on
the edge of the table.

"Pussy inspection please" ordered Dave quietly. The men watched,
amused, as the sobbing little girl lay back and opened her legs,
pulling her knees back to her chest.

"Oh, what an obedient little girl you are" said Dave
sarcastically. "From tomorrow Rachel, we expect all girls to take
their punishment without any restraining, but the first time is,
well…" He nodded at the guard who within a few seconds had
wrapped bands fastened with Velcro around the girl's ankles and
wrists. Each band had a small metal ring attached to it. Rachel
barely had time to realise what was happening before he'd clipped
thin chains onto each ring. If the tears obscured her vision, she
was left in no doubt as to the purpose of the chains. Gently
pulling each one, the guard fastened the chains to the metal
poles, ensuring that the girl's legs were held up and as wide as
possible.

Rachel screamed. What were they doing? Her heart beat wildly as
she felt her legs pulled open even further, her arms stretched
out straight. Where was mummy? She wanted mummy! It was a dream
wasn't it? Please let it all be a dream!

Her screams stopped abruptly as something touched her pussy. She
gasped and focused on Dave, his hand gently caressing her most
private region. "Yes, that's better, isn't it!" He nodded at
Mike. "This gentleman is going to deal with you now, then we go
to the bathroom and get your butt-plug put in." Rachel shook her
head, her young head unable to grasp any of this.

"Don't hurt me! I want to go home! Please let me go..please! I…."
Dave squeezed her pussy hard to shut her up. He glared at her
angrily. "You may be only seven, but even you can understand the
rules about talking without permission. That's another black
ribbon for you Rachel! Now it's time to see what happens to
little girls who don't wash themselves properly!"

He stood back and watched as Mike picked up his 'little shocker'
as he jokingly called it. Whereas the older girls would be
actually whipped on their private areas, the men had decided long
ago to treat the younger girls slightly differently to avoid
injury. It had been Mike, the electronics genius, who'd come up
with the answer. A simple electric stun baton, modified into a
long thinner shape and fitted with a small dial for varying the
voltage.

Mike ran the long silver device down the girl's thigh and teased
her pussy with the tip. Rachel tried to lift her head higher to
see what he was doing. What was it? It looked like some kind of
large car aerial. What…

Dave licked his lips. Yes it was cruel, but the girls had to
learn. He yawned. Shit! This was taking so long. He tapped Mike
on the shoulder. "Come on then. We've got another four after this
and I've got to get their butt-plugs in. Besides, I want to read
some of those emails from the clients."

Mike laughed. "Okay, here goes."

Rachel squirmed as the smooth metal stick slid between her pussy
lips. What was he doing? No, please..why was he putting it
just…."

The faint click of a button being pressed. Rachel felt her pussy
explode with pain and arched her back, eyes bulging as her nerve
endings sought to come to terms with this new agonising
experience. Her mouth opened and a high pitched scream filled the
room.

"Bloody hell, it was only on the first setting" said Mike, his
finger hovering over the small red button. Dave shrugged. It was
always like this. They'd get used to it though.

The girl's screams were cut short by another shock, then a third.
Mike pulled his 'shocker' out of her pussy and moved it down a
few inches. Three shocks for each ribbon; that's what they'd
decided.

Rachel's sweaty body trembled as she felt the metal pushing her
bumhole and screamed again as it slid into her tight anus. No,
please….. Mike pressed the button.

Dave glanced at the guard and tried not to laugh. The bulge in
his trousers spoke volumes. Oh yes, he loved his job!

It was over. Dave helped untie the sobbing girl and led her out
of the room. "Mike, why don't you just carry on while I sort her
out. Be faster that way." Mike nodded and told the guard to fetch
the next one.

Christine soon discovered exactly what Rachel had experienced,
the fact that she had only one pink ribbon partially compensated
by the slightly increased power setting on Mike's electric baton.
Her fat bottom wobbled comically as the thin silver metal sent
thousands of volts through the girl's pussy.

Dave arrived back in time to see the overweight ten year old
being helped off the table, her plump thighs pressed tightly
together, trying hard to ease the throbbing pain, her tummy
bouncing as she sobbed uncontrollably.

"Guess I don't have to hurry back for the next one" joked Dave,
pushing Christine gently through the door. "I reckon Beverly will
keep you busy for quite some time!"

He was correct. Returning after less than ten minutes, he had to
shut the door quickly to stop the screams reaching the others.
"Two pink, two silver and a blue" explained Mike, waving his toy
through the air like a conductor's baton. He grinned. "We've just
done three in her pussy and arse. I thought we'd do her tits
next."

Dave looked at the attractive eleven year old girl secured firmly
on the table, howling in pain, her desperate attempts to close
her legs making the thin chains jingle like a large set of keys.
Her large blue eyes darted from the guard to Mike then to him.
"You are such a beautiful little girl" said Dave, tickling her
thigh. "But you were naughty today and you have to be punished.
Rachel spoke during her punishment and got a black ribbon. I hope
you'll be a bit more sensible!"

He stood back and let Mike continue. His friend ran the silver
metal baton up over the girl's tummy to her breasts. "Hmm, look
at those lovely tits!" he said jokingly, the tip of his baton now
teasing a nipple. He glanced at Dave. "I'm sure they're big
enough to take a proper whipping. But for now, we may as well…"

Beverly's nipple exploded in pain. Her tear soaked blond hair
fell over her eyes as she twisted her head, screaming and
writhing. She had barely enough time to catch her breath as her
other nipple suffered the same treatment.

"Shit, look at that!" Mike tapped the girl's nipples again. Dave
whistled. Having already hardened slightly due to the cool air,
fear and Mike's teasing, the electric shock received had made
both nipples as hard as rock, each one swollen to its fullest
extent as though begging for more.

"Oh yes, very nice!" Dave licked his lips. "Okay, last one, then
another three in her pussy and bum!"

Beverly's world dissolved into pure pain as the punishment
continued. Finally led away, shaking and blubbering, having the
butt-plug inserted was a minor inconvenience. Sleep overtook her
rapidly, the words of the man still in her ears. Yes, she'd be
good, yes, obedient, anything, just anything….

Leaving Carol alone to enjoy the video on her own, Sally was
brought quickly into the room, and the door slammed shut. She was
under no misapprehension about what was going to happen to her
and the tears started even as her nightdress was pulled over her
head.

Strapped tightly to the table in the now familiar 'pussy
inspection' position, she felt a hand groping her privates and
yelped like a frightened dog. "Oh shut up girl!" snapped Dave.
"You know why you're here. Should have kept your mouth shut,
shouldn't you!" His finger slid between her pussy lips and his
frown was replaced with a smile. "Hmm, I think you were enjoying
that video, weren't you? You're so wet here." A fingertip touched
her little clit and she shuddered. "Oh yes, you like that, don't
you!"

His expression changed again. "Anyway, we'll have plenty of time
for that tomorrow. I'm tired so let's get this over with."
To her horror, Sally saw the huge swarthy guard appear between
her legs. A nasty looking riding whip in his hand. Her long hair
waved as she turned her head trying to see the other man.
"No sir! Please, no…please… I don't want to.. Don't let him…"

"Shut up!" Dave appeared at the guard's side, his eyes like
thunder. "He was the one who caught you and Carol talking, so he
gets to punish you. In addition, you've just a got a black ribbon
for talking! Now be quiet, or I'll double the punishment!"

He nudged the guard and chuckled. "Give her six!" He turned and
lowered his voice. "Not too hard though. We don't want to damage
the goods – remember?" His voice sank to a whisper. "Besides,
you'll be seeing a lot more of it in a few days!"

The guard laughed. "Right boss!" Mike saw the bulge in his pants
grow.

After two years of providing the same service for their young
'students', the guard had learned how to aim the tip of the
riding whip exactly where it would cause most pain, yet without
damaging the delicate tissue that now peeped cheekily up from
between the lips of the girl's plump pussy.

The soft leather tip cracked down across the girl's pubic mound.
Sally screamed and lifted her hips in a futile attempt to avoid
the blows. A sharp swish, crack and a second red mark appeared.
Sally writhed, her soft brown eyes pleading with Dave's as he
stood at the side, nodding his approval. Such cute freckles on
her nose, thought Dave, impervious to the high pitched screams
filling the room.

A pause. The guard grunted and Mike and Dave watched as he
adjusted the chains, pulling her legs further back and raising
her hips off the table. "This one, she needs it somewhere to
remember" he explained with a heavy accent. "I know where they
like it!"

Mike laughed. Cruel bastard! The riding whip sliced through the
air and landed just below the girl's pussy lips. Dave winced.
Shit, that would be sore! He thought about the next day. The use
of restraints wa meant only as a temporary measure. The girls
would be expected to assume this same position themselves. Not an
easy thing to do. Forcing themselves to keep their legs wide
apart while having their most tender places whipped? Oh well,
they'd learn. They always did!

The last two strokes fell right on top of the girl's pussy and
the chains holding her legs apart were pulled tight as she tried
desperately to close her legs. "I really don't know why you're
crying so much" said Dave, taking a tube from his pocket. "I'm
sure you'll be getting another pussy whipping very soon."

He squeezed some cream onto his fingers and massaged it gently
all over Sally's sore skin, enjoying the confusion on her face as
a finger occasionally slipped a little deeper inside and teased
her clitoris. "There, you'll be fine now." Even as the man
slipped the tube back in his pocket, Sally could feel the
throbbing beginning to fade. Supplied by one of their clients – a
retired surgeon - the cream was a mixture of local anaesthetics,
corticosteroids and other strange sounding chemicals that Dave
could never remember. He didn't care. All he knew was that the
stuff worked like magic, removing any bruising and bringing the
skin back to normal within hours.

He looked at Mike, helping the guard to remove the girl's wrist
straps. "I think we have to order some more of this stuff soon
Mike. We're down to the last few tubes." Mike grinned. Oh yes,
they'd be using a lot more of it in a few days! Increasing the
girls' pain threshold was an important part of their training.
After all, what would the clients say if a girl couldn't take a
long hard caning every day?

Inserting Sally's butt-plug took longer than he'd expected and it
finally took a black ribbon and threat of another to make her
relax her anal sphincter sufficiently for him to slide the large
rubber device inside.

"That's two black ribbons you've got Sally. Better get used to
having these things in your bum. They're going to get a lot
bigger tomorrow!"

It was evident from the look on the guard's face that he was
looking forward to dealing with Carol and the girl started crying
as soon as she was brought in. "Come on girl, it's getting late
and we've got a busy day tomorrow" said Dave, slipping her
nightdress off. He saw the guard gazing at her breasts and
laughed. Randy bastard!

"Right, you're the last one tonight so don't make it last longer
than it has to… or else!" He placed his hands on the girl's
shoulders and turned her gently so she facing the guard. "A blue
ribbon for talking. I think even you can remember what that
means!" His hands crept round to her breasts and touched the tip
of her nipples.

Carol gasped and turned, pulling them away from his fingers.
"N..no..please sir.. I.."

A sharp slap reverberated round the room and the girl squealed as
Dave's hand left its red outline on her large buttocks. "Do that
again and you'll have so many punishment ribbons on your dress
tomorrow, you won't be able to move!" He winked at Mike and
continued teasing the thirteen year old's nipples, ignoring the
loud sobs and warm tears that fell on his arms.

"I'm just getting them nice and hard for you. There we are!" He
nodded at the guard and kissed Carol's wet cheek. "Be a good girl
and stay absolutely still while he punishes you. You'll have
three strokes of the whip on each breast. Any wriggling or trying
to dodge them and you get extra.

Carol saw the guard flex the riding whip in his hands and her
legs turned to jelly. Her eyes moved down and she blinked. The
man's trousers were being pushed out by something, his…? She felt
sick. His thing was sticking up!

She closed her eyes and bit her lip. A swishing sound filled the
air. The leather tip of the whip slashed across her left nipple.
"Owwwww! Please no sir..please!!"

Her right nipple received similar treatment, and Carol stepped
back, tears flowing down her face. Dave shook his head and
gripped her shoulders hard. "Oh no, you stand absolutely still.
He winked at the guard. That's one extra stroke you've got
coming. They'll keep coming until you learn to take your
punishment correctly. Now face the gentleman and stick those tits
out for him!"

The bawling thirteen year old shook with fear as the guard lifted
the whip. Dave felt the girl tremble, then jump and scream as it
landed. He let go of her shoulders. "Right Carol, now stand still
and show me how a big girl can behave. Don't let me down!"

She didn't know how she endured the rest of the strokes, but she
knew they must have finally come to an end when she felt Dave's
hands sliding round her. "Sshh, just let me put this on." His
fingers spread cream gently over the marks on her young breasts,
circling in to her red nipples. She flinched, then slowly relaxed
as all pain seemed to fade away, replaced by a growing tingling
as his fingers lightly teased each nipple into erection.

Any relief from the pain was soon replaced by terror as she felt
herself pushed and lifted onto the padded table. Legs lifted,
tied down, a waft of cold air reaching her privates.

Her pussy tingled. Please, not more! She opened her eyes, just in
time to see the thin whip slash down. Sharp pain enveloped her
whole pubic area and she screamed.

Dave laughed. He loved watching their reactions. Her first pussy
whipping! The girl's legs strained against the restraints, making
the entire table shake. He suddenly thought of Becky, the sweet
little six year old. Shit! She was the only girl who hadn't gone
through this. Part of him felt sorry for her. Poor little thing.
He should have found an excuse for including her. Better to start
early. Still, there was always tomorrow.

The guard administered the final stroke and wiped his forehead,
chuckling at the hysterical young girl. Her long brown hair had
fallen over her eyes and was soaked in tears.

"Okay Carol, all over." Mike stroked her sweaty thigh while Dave
unscrewed the tube of cream. "Come on, it's not as bad as all
that." Carol shook her hair from her eyes and stared up at the
men, her eyes red. Dave touched her pussy lips and she flinched.
His fingers spread the cream lightly over the sore skin and into
the creases where the whip had landed. "Sshh, just relax Carol!
There, that's better, isn't it!"

The young teenager felt the pain disappear. She closed her eyes.
Why couldn't she go home? If only it would all stop. Just be a
dream! Back in her own bed. Mummy and Daddy and….

A strong tingling spread through her. What??? Dave teased her
tiny clitoris again and shook his head. Stupid girls. So easy to
stimulate.

Mike ran his hand down her thigh again and touched the girl's
puckered anus. He watched it contract and slowly slid his finger
inside. This always got them going! He looked thoughtful. They
had to make sure the girls experienced these punishments as often
as possible. No matter. He was sure they'd find plenty of reasons
tomorrow for using the whips and electric prod! After all, it was
such fun!

"Okay, that's enough." Dave held the door open and waited for the
guard to remove the restraints. "Right Carol, come on! Just one
more thing to do, then it's bedtime." He thought of the butt-plug
waiting for her in the bathroom and laughed.