TRAINING THE GIRLS

BY TOMMY

Part 5

Even with the fan on full blast, the schoolroom was still very
warm and humid.  The six girls sat nervously at their desks, legs
open, occasionally shifting position slightly. Becky glanced at
Rachel and frowned.  They weren't allowed to talk, but no words
were needed to show her that something bad had happened the night
before.  She squirmed in her seat again.  She'd got used to that
horrible thing the man had put in her bottom, but this new one
was bigger.  The other girls were wriggling a bit too.  It had
been awful when the man had taken them out, just before
breakfast.  Almost as bad as when he'd pushed it in!

Beverly's blue eyes were still wet from the tears she'd shed
earlier.  Her bum felt so strange with the new butt-plug in.  The
man had pushed so hard!  She sniffed and turned her head to look
at the others.  She saw Carol glance at her and blushed.   They'd
all had ribbons.  Had Carol been punished in the same way?  She
felt her lip tremble and tried not to think about it.

The door opened and Dave walked briskly to the front, rubbing his
hands.  "Well girls, all ready?"  He surveyed the beautiful sight
before him.  Rested, fed and showered little girls, all ready to
begin a new day.  As if struck by a waft of cold air, they all
sat up straight, opening their legs wider.   Dave's eyes
twinkled.  So eager to please.

"Good girls.  Let's keep those pussies on show shall we?"

His eyes narrowed.  "Before we start, I have one little
announcement."   He shook his head sadly.  "When we inspected
your bedrooms and bathroom just now, we were most disappointed to
find them in an unacceptable state."  He looked at the small
piece of paper in his hand.   "Soap left in sinks, drops of water
on the floor, towels not hung on the correct rail, beds not made
correctly.  He paused, enjoying the look of fear on their faces.

"Since you all share responsibility for keeping those areas clean
and tidy, we have no choice but to punish everyone. You all get a
black and pink ribbon.  As usual, the  black ribbon punishment
will be applied during your PE session together with whatever
other punishment you have.  Now then…"

Sally felt sick.  A pink ribbon? Not again, please!  Although the
pain had faded as soon as the man had put the cream on, she still
remembered the excruciating agony of having her most private
parts whipped.  All of them together?   Even the little ones? 
She looked at Becky and felt her eyes filling with tears.

"Right, time to get on."  Dave placed a small bowl on each desk.
"In each bowl is some cream with a rather interesting taste."  He
grinned broadly at the memory of how he and Mike had hit on the
idea years ago.   "It's a mixture of salad cream, vinegar and a
few other things that some people think tastes horrible."   He
winked at Rachel and laughed.

"I want you to take a little on the tip of your finger and put it
in your mouth.  Go on!"

En masse the five young girls dipped their fingers in the bowl
and tasted the strange whitish substance, their noses wrinkling
up in disgust.  Dave watched their expressions change and waited
patiently.

"Okay, now it's time for your test."  His eyes narrowed.   "You
continue doing this until all the cream is finished, but this
time you have to look as if it's the most delicious thing you've
ever tasted. It's not a particularly difficult test."  The tone
of his voice became hard.  "Of course, I expect total obedience!"

Christine regarded the bowl in front of her with a look of
revulsion.  The rather overweight ten year old rarely needed to
be told twice where anything to eat was concerned, but this case
was an exception.  Only…  She didn't want any more of those
ribbons!  She saw Beverly take the pot and did the same.  Poor
Beverly!  How many ribbons had she got yesterday?

"Come on, make nice yummy sounds.  You're really enjoying it. 
I'm watching your faces very carefully!"

Dave shook his head in wonder as the room was suddenly full of
appreciative sounds, sighs of delight and smacking of lips. 
Excellent!   Such good actresses!

He saw Sally suddenly pull a face.  "Right Sally, black ribbon! 
Anyone else want one?"    The girls increased their efforts to
look as if they were loving every drop.  Dave saw Rachel and
Becky 'yum-yumming' loudly as if trying to outdo each other. 
What a sight!

"Okay, finished?  Good.  Leave the bowls where they are."  Dave
checked the time.  "You can watch a film now, then I think it'll
be time for PE.  I'm sure you're all looking forward to that!"  
He saw Sally sobbing quietly and stroked her long brown hair. 
Shit she was pretty.  The freckles made the twelve year old look
so sweet.   "Don't worry Sally" he said jokingly.  "Three black
ribbons isn't so bad.  Besides, your bum is plenty big enough to
take it!"  He laughed and dimmed the lights.

The film was different from the others.  Mike had jokingly called
it 'Introduction to blowjobs, part 1'.    Carefully filmed to
avoid showing the men's faces,  it portrayed a variety of small
girls playing with, exploring, teasing and rubbing penises.  
Dave watched their reactions carefully.   A laughing ten year old
teasing a penis into erection with her tongue.   A younger girl
stroking a man's balls with another girl kissing his semi-erect
member.  Scene followed scene culminating in a succession of
shots depicting close-ups of ejaculations, aimed for the most
part into the girl's mouths, accompanied by cries of pleasure and
delight as the girls licked and sucked every last drop.

Dave's voice cut through the girls' semi-dazed state.  "Okay,
film over.  Everyone go and remove your buttplugs, wash them
well, then put your gym tunic on.  Two minutes.  Hurry!"

All six girls rushed to their bathroom, mindful of what would
happen if they were late, their fear increasing as they
remembered what else was planned for the PE sessions.

The music had already started when they entered the hall.  Mike
whispered something to the guard and he laughed.   Carol saw the
swarthy Albanian stare at her and she reddened as she saw where
his eyes were fixed.  For a split second, her hands moved to
cover her pubic area, but she stopped herself just in time.

"Over here girls!"  Mike herded them to the far end and soon had
them running on the spot, while the guard walked slowly between
them, licking his lips, his pleasure made clear by the bulge in
his trousers – not lost on the older girls.

Dave faced the sweaty girl and clapped his hands.  "We're not
going to waste any time, so when I call your name, walk over to
me for your spanking.  As soon as I've finished, you run back and
carry on.   Becky, come here!"

The small six year old felt sick.  Her blue eyes filled with
tears and she felt her legs tremble.   Dave turned his chair with
his back to the girls and eased the diminutive little creature
gently over his lap.

Conscious of the time, and his other plans, he'd already placed a
collection of implements on the table next to him.  He picked up
a slipper and tapped the little girl's pert buttocks.  "One
ribbon from last night and one today for leaving the place in
such a mess" he announced quietly.  "Be a good girl Becky and
keep still.  Soon be over."

Becky sobbed as her bottom wobbled under the hard slaps.  The
first six were aimed right in the middle of her bum, the second
set covered the tops of her thighs.  It was over almost as soon
as it started.  Becky felt the man's hand stroking her sore skin.
He'd done it so fast today!   So very fast.  So….

She gasped.  The man's finger was between her legs, stroking her…
just there.   Her legs opened slightly without her even realising
it.  Her bum was sore, yes, still sore, but this new feeling was
so very, very nice!   Just like yesterday when…

"Sshh, there,  just relax.   Let the nice tingling feeling come.
Come on Becky, let's have a nice big orgasm,   a lovely tingle
all over… just there, and…"

His fingernail scraped very gently across the tiny clitoris and
he felt her legs close strongly around his wrist.  Her little
body trembled for a few seconds.  She squealed and Dave wriggled
his finger, prolonging her orgasm.   Only the second one she'd
ever had, he thought, grinning.

"There, up you get.  Wasn't that bad was it!  Run along.  Rachel,
come here!"

Becky returned to the group of frightened girls who, under the
supervision of Mike, whip in hand, were now jumping up and down,
the older girls providing much amusement for the men as their
tits wobbled provocatively under their tight tunics.

Rachel's eighteen slaps were, if anything, no more painful than
Becky's.  The cheeky faced seven year old soon found the pain
replaced by a very different sensation.  Dave was no novice!

Christine and Beverly took their spanking well, their larger
bottoms being treated to a rather harder session with a wooden
hairbrush.   Dave was amazed at how quickly he got both girls to
orgasm. Christine's large thighs had squeezed his hand so hard,
and she'd trembled violently as she orgasmed.   Beverly had taken
slightly longer but had spent ages coming!   Dave wiped his hand
with his handkerchief.  What a wet one she'd been!

"Sally, Carol, here!"  His voice rang out loudly, and the two
girls in question made their way across the hall, sweat dripping
from their faces.  Mike certainly took the PE sessions seriously.
They regarded the man standing before them with both a feeling
of unease and curiosity.    They'd heard the slaps and the
squeals of the girls before them but hadn't been able to see what
exactly was going on.  Needless to say, all girls had returned
with strange expressions on their faces and Christine's wet pussy
had been glistening under the strong lights.  They could only
wonder and….

"Over there you two" ordered Dave, pointing to the two punishment
tables in the corner.  "Pull them out further and put them side
by side.   Pull the big padded thing to the edge,  bend over it
and hold the sides as tightly as you can."  He nodded at the
guard.   "This is a little test for you. I don't want to have to
tie you down, but if you don't stay still, I'll have to let him
take over!  Move!"

For a second, they hesitated, then, tears mixing with sweat,  ran
to the far end and pulled the tables away from the wall.  Within
a few seconds, they were both in position, hindquarters held high
by the large leather cushions, knuckles white from gripping the
table edge.

"Oh very nice!"  Sally squealed as she felt the man's hand on her
thigh.  "Stick those bums up girls!  Higher!  Come on.  Legs
further apart.   I want to see you trying more!"

He admired the view for a second, then selected a thin cane and
slashed it though the air a few times, chuckling at the way their
pert buttocks twitched in anticipation.

"I think we'll dispense with the ribbon nonsense from now on" he
said, tickling Carol's bum with the tip of the cane.  "Twelve
strokes each should be enough.  Now keep still and don't
wriggle!"

Although he had no intention of caning the girls hard enough to
leave deep bruising, Dave knew just how much the cane could
sting, even if used lightly.  The first stroke made Sally's bum
writhe frantically as what felt like a red hot poker seared her
flesh.  She sobbed loudly and turned her head.    "Owwww…
sir..please!"

"Oh dear, an extra stroke for talking" hissed Dave, angrily. 
"Please say something else Sally.  I'd love an excuse for
doubling your punishment!"

The sarcasm was lost on the young girl who gripped the table as
hard as she could, biting her lip in preparation for the next
stroke.

She had to wait.  Carol screamed as the cane fell across the tops
of her thighs.  "Oh good girl!" remarked Dave, admiring the red
line he'd produced.  "Only eleven more to go,  unlike Sally
here!"

The rest of the strokes were placed evenly over the girls' large
posteriors, with enough time between each stroke to allow them to
stop wriggling from the previous one.  In fact, after the initial
shock of the terrible stinging that is the cane's trademark, both
girls found themselves getting strangely used to the pain, even
raising their sore buttocks in anticipation of each stroke, as
ordered.

Their ordeal finally over, their nether regions were once again
treated to a light massage as Dave gently applied his special
cream to their red and sore skin, concentrating on those areas
where bruises looked likely to appear.  He knew from past
experience that to stop bruises from forming, it had to be used
immediately after a thrashing.  Of course, the downside was the
anaesthetic effect it possessed, though as Mike had often pointed
out, this made it easier to punish the girls more frequently!

Standing behind and between the two girls, Dave ran his hands
over their large bottoms, marvelling at their plumpness and
firmness.  He felt their muscles slowly relax and slid his hands
down between their legs.

Carol closed her eyes and licked the salty tears around her lips.
Her PE tunic stuck to her young sweaty body like a second skin.
The man's fingers were back…there!   She felt a momentary surge
of panic, then moaned quietly as a finger found her special
place.

"Okay, just relax now."  Dave felt Sally move her legs a bit
further apart and laughed.  "Good girls.  Just enjoy and…."   He
felt Carol's clitoris harden.  "That's right Carol.  I want you
nice and wet, just like Christine was."

He looked down at the two girls before him and sighed with
pleasure.  So sweaty!  They really shouldn't be wearing their PE
tunic.  Too hot!  Behind him, the music increased in tempo and he
heard a succession of high pitched squeals as Mike used his whip
to encourage the girls in their exertions.  Glancing over his
shoulder he whistled softly.  In fact, Mike had already made them
remove the vests!   As ever, his eyes were drawn to eleven year
old Beverley, her ridiculously precocious breasts wobbling as she
was made to jump higher, curly blond hair matted to her head with
sweat.

He felt Sally pushing her bum out against his hand.  "Hey, not so
fast young lady!" he exclaimed, laughing.   "I want to make you
as wet as Christine.  Just rub yourself gently against my finger,
but don't orgasm until I tell you to.   You as well Carol."

Their breathing quickened.  Dave shook his head in wonder.  They
were obviously so close to coming.  But he had to teach them
self-control.  They'd come when they were told!

Carol's chin was balanced on the table and she stared straight
ahead, mouth open.  Part of her was shouting that it was all
wrong, so terrible, must get away, must…  must…  The delicious
feeling emanating from between her legs spread through her body.
The caning had been painful, so very nasty.  Yet….  Just as long
as this feeling went on.. so very, very nice!  So…

"Hmm, both nice and wet now" he whispered.  Simultaneously, he
teased their tight bumholes with his thumbs.  "Okay, nice big
orgasm now.  Show me what you can do!"

The tables shuddered and creaked as both girls came together,
their loud panting competing with the music for the
girls'attention.

"Good girls.  Very good!"  Dave wiped his hands and savoured the
aroma of two sweaty and exhausted little girls.    "Join the
rest.  Oh, take those teashirts off, yes, off Carol!"

Sally and Carol slowly did as he said, their eyes speaking
volumes as they exposed their firm young breasts to his gaze,
their embarrassment mixed with the strange sensations from their
privates, still tingling from what had just happened.

Dave gave them all another ten minutes before finally sending the
exhausted girls off to the showers.  The men watched them run
out, Mike switching off the video he'd used to record some of
their antics.   Dave summed it up nicely.  "You know something
guys?  They won't be wearing the PE tunics again.  Tits like
those shouldn't be hidden away!

Mike nodded his agreement.  One look at the Albanian guard,
nursing a huge erection, told then that he definitely had no
objection!

Lunch was only thirty minutes.  Dave had a quick discussion with
Mike.  "They seem to have quietened down faster than the last
lot, so I thought we might as well dispense with the silly
ribbons and just aim at getting their pain threshold up, whether
they deserve it or not."  He frowned and looked thoughtful. 
"After all, in just over a week's time they'll all be in service,
so I don't see any reason to play games with them."

Mike agreed.  Secretly he wasn't bothered as long as the money
kept coming in.  That reminded him.  "Quite a few emails to go
through later" he remarked.   "The clients are getting impatient
– randy sods!"

Dave laughed and stood up.  "Well, they'll have to wait just a
little bit longer.  In the meantime..:  He nodded at the girls
eating.   "I think we'll get those butt-plugs back in!"

It took the girls a few moments to realise what the strange
looking objects were, now scattered over their desks.  Sitting,
but not daring to touch the rubbery devices, comprehension dawned
fastest among the older girls.   Sally's mouth fell open.  A
model of a man's willy?  She peeped at Carol, and then Beverly,
who immediately blushed.  What on earth?

Dave smiled at their reactions and picked up the rubber phallus
on Becky's desk.  "Do you know what this is supposed to be,
Becky?"   The little girl shook her head and hesitated a second.
"No sir.  Please sir, I mean no thank you sir.."  "Okay, okay." 
Dave laughed.  "Rachel?"   The small seven year old redhead
looked up and seemed to squirm with embarrassment. "Please sir, 
a man's…a man's  thing sir?  Please sir…I mean thank you sir."

Dave nodded and beamed at them.  "Yes, that's right.  It's a
model of a man's penis.  Can you all say that word?  Come on,
together!  Penis!" En masse, the girls repeated the word.  Dave
made them repeat it a few times.  "Some people call it a cock or
a dick.  However, the correct term is penis and that's we'll be
calling it here.  He winked at Carol and her face went a deeper
shade of red. He lifted up the phallus again and showed the girls
the life-like rubber balls attached.  Bought online from a
sex-shop, they'd been expensive but worth every penny.  Perfect
in every detail, they even possessed small rubber pumps behind.
Squeezing the red one made the penis grow, the white one  was
used to shoot out whatever liquid it had been filled with,
creating a most realistic ejaculation.

"These are the testicles, or balls as they're also known.  You'll
be seeing that film again now, the one you saw earlier, and then
a new one."

He saw some of the girls fidgeting and raised his voice.  "For
goodness sake, keep still.    You should have got used to the
butt-plugs by now.  Besides, the ones tonight are going to be a
bit bigger!"

Christine bit her lip, trying not to cry and draw attention to
herself.  The podgy  ten year old had earned another punishment
–as had most of the girls – for wriggling while the man had put
it in.  It felt so awful!  So embarrassing as well!

The lights were dimmed.  The girls watched the film again, this
time with renewed interest, occasionally glancing at the rubber
phalluses on their desk.  The film over, Dave removed the video
and inserted a new one.

"I want you all to hold the penis gently in your hands and copy
exactly what you see in the film.  Oh, legs apart a bit more. 
Come on Beverly, let's see that nice pussy of yours!"

The next film was one they'd made themselves the year before. 
Going at a slower pace than the previous film, it showed small
girls 'practising' on the rubber phalluses, nibbling the tip,
fondling the balls, licking the shaft, playing with the foreskin,
giving the girls watching ample time to copy.

At one minute intervals, Dave moved from girl to girl, squeezing
the small pumps until all were fully erect.

"Right, now I want you to do what this girl is doing and put it
into your mouth as far as possible." He gazed at Rachel and Becky
in amusement.  "You two just try and do your best.  Make sure you
make all the right noises!"

He watched them all attempt to get the  head of the now much
larger penis in their mouths,  their efforts punctuated with
grunts, slurps and appreciative noises, as they strove to emulate
the young girl on the film.

"Right, the cream is going to shoot out any second now, so make
sure you swallow it all, and show how much you like it!"
Becky and Rachel's cheeks were pushed out, giving them such a
comical appearance that Dave had to stop himself from laughing. 
"Good girls.  Here it comes!"

Simultaneously, he squeezed the small white pumps as hard as
possible.  Rachel's eyes widened in terror and the phallus shot
out of her mouth, a jet of cream covering her face.  Becky kept
it in for a second longer before gasping for air, drops
splattering over her front.

"Lick every last drop up!" snapped Dave angrily.  Secretly he was
quite pleased.  Girls this young rarely managed to keep it in
their mouths for long.  Nevertheless, he had to be firm.  
"Better show me how delicious it is!"

Leaving the little ones to their frantic efforts to please him,
he repeated the exercise with Christine and Beverly.  Christine
spat the head out and started to cough, drops of cream flying all
over her dress.   Beverly appeared to gag, then, with a
determined look on her face, managed to keep it in her mouth.

"Excellent Beverly!  Well done!   As for you Christine, lick it
all up and let me see you enjoying it!"

He turned his attention to Sally and Carol, both of whom were
glancing nervously at him, their mouths full, lips gripping their
rubber phalluses tightly, determined not to risk angering the
man.  "Well, you two seem to be enjoying it" he quipped jokingly.
"Ready for your reward?"  He reached down and squeezed the two
pumps hard, sending a stream of bitter cream to the back of their
throats.

Sally's soft brown puppy eyes widened but she somehow kept it in
her mouth, a look from Dave reminding her to start making the
right noises of appreciation.

Carol's shoulders jerked back and she spat the phallus out,
coughing and shaking her head, drops of sticky cream flying all
over the place. "Ughh, horrible..I…"  She stopped suddenly and
looked at Dave in terror.  "I…I…Sorry sir, please sir…I mean…"

"Shut up and lick up every drop" snarled Dave, his countenance
like thunder.  "You, Christine and the two little ones have
already earned a pussy whipping.  For speaking without
permission, you get your anus whipped as well!  Now hurry up and
finish!"

Carol frantically licked up the cream, the bitter taste mixing
with the salt from her tears.  The other girls swallowed
nervously, Christine and Rachel already crying, while little
Becky sat white faced.  Pussy whipping?  She wiped a tear from
her eye.  She was going to have her pussy whipped?  Wasn't that
what he'd done to some of the other girls last night?    Would it
hurt?   How much?    If only she could go home.  If only…

"Right girls, leave those things where they are and pay
attention.  He slid another cassette into the slot, checking the
title as he did so:   'Blow-jobs, Part 3'.

"The last film before you have a break, is very important.   It's
like the first one, but has a lot more action.  Watch very
carefully.  A bit later, you'll be having a test, so I advise you
pay attention!"

'A lot more action' was a perfect description.  Dave grinned at
the sight of the girls' open- mouthed expressions as the film
began.  He chuckled.  Open-mouthed was a most appropriate term!

Whereas the first film had shown girls using their hands to bring
men to orgasm, this one portrayed the same girls using only their
mouths.   The reason why became apparent as the camera
occasionally zoomed back out, showing the girls' hands tied
firmly behind their backs.

Tongues darted everywhere, frantically teasing their clients'
balls and penis before quickly taking their engorged members back
into their mouths, heads moving back and forth, then again
darting tongues along the shaft, behind the glans, under the
balls, concentrating around the head, kissing the tip, teasing
the penis until fully erect, then another thirty seconds of
sucking, taking almost the whole length into their mouths.

The final scenes had the girls apparently moaning in ecstasy as
their clients came, the girls' eyes bulging as hot semen filled
their mouths, followed by frantic attempts to coax the last few
drops from the men's exhausted members.

"Okay, I think you've all seen how it's done."   Dave removed the
cassette and put it back in the cupboard.  He clapped his hands.
"Hey, wake up!"

The girls blinked as he switched the lights up, their young minds
still trying to make sense of what they'd seen, expressions
changing from bewilderment to unease as they realised what they
were going to have to do.

"Time for a little break.   There are glasses of milk for you in
the hall.  Remember, no talking or noise whatsoever.  Go on
then!"

Mike had already arranged the tables in the middle and handed out
the large plastic beakers.  "Sweet little things, those two" he
observed to Dave.  Rachel and Becky stood together, their little
hands gripping the large beakers as they drank their milk.

Dave nodded.  "Well those two sweet things are about to get very
sore pussies!" he retorted, jokingly. "Oh dear, didn't swallow
everything, did they?"  "You guessed it!"

Mike nodded at Becky.  "It'll be her first time.  Poor thing."
"Well, she'll soon get used to it" Dave laughed.

He clapped his hands loudly.  "Okay girls, take the beakers into
the kitchen and rinse them.  Hurry!"

The men waited for them to return.  Dave whispered a few words to
the guard and turned to face the frightened huddle before him.

"Quick as you can to the bathroom, butt-plugs out, wash them, and
back here in one minute.  Run!"

He suddenly remembered something.  "Oh yes, no PE tunics this
time!  Everything off.  Go!"

As usual, the guard switched on the radio cassette player and
filled the hall with loud pop music.
They didn't have to wait long.  Sally was the first to arrive,
with the others close behind.  Most of them close to tears at the
embarrassment of being naked again.  Dave sighed.  When would
they get used to it?

"You know what to do.  Get those bodies moving.  Come on!"

The girls were herded to one side where the guard soon had them
performing their standard routine of exercises they'd come to
know so well, bums and tits wobbling comically as he made them
jump ever higher.

Dave's voice rang out.  "Becky and Rachel!"

The two diminuitive six and seven year olds slowly approached
Mike and Dave, tears already cascading down their cheeks.  Dave
laughed.

"Come on, it's not that bad."  He crouched down and kissed
Becky's wet nose.  "Do you know why you have to be punished?"

The tiny girl nodded miserably.  "P..please sir, I didn't swallow
all that…that stuff sir…thank you sir."

Dave stroked her cheek.  "Yes darling, that's right.  But next
time, you'll try a lot harder won't you?"

Becky looked down at the ground.  "Y..yes sir…thank you sir."

The girl suddenly felt the man's hand touch her privates and she
flinched.

"Right you two, on the table.  Legs held well back, wide apart. 
You know how it's done!"   He grinned at Rachel's terrified face.
"Make sure you keep your legs open all the time.  Any problems
and we go back to that room again."  He patted her thigh.  "If we
have to do that, you get a double punishment, so just remember!"

Stepping back, he admired the sight of the two little ones side
by side, rosy pussies sticking up provocatively and tight
puckered anuses twitching.  Shit, they looked good!

Mike produced his silver electric prod and Rachel, knowing
exactly how it was going to feel, dissolved into hysterical
screams, shaking her head from side to side, though to her
credit, still holding her legs well apart.

The first shock made her jerk violently and for a few seconds,
had the effect of shutting off her screams as she struggled for
breath.

Having decided to deal with the girls together, Mike swiftly
withdrew the prod and gently inserted the tip between Becky's
soft pussy lips.

Already distraught from hearing Rachel's screams, Becky barely
had time to realise what was happening before the electricity
hit.  The tiny girl screamed and closed her legs tightly, curling
up into a little ball.

"Hey, come on little one" said Dave, easing her hands from her
legs.  "Remember what I said?  Only two more, then it's all
over."

He opened her legs and gripped her knees firmly.  Much as he
enjoyed the punishment sessions, somehow he didn't want to have
to traumatise Becky too much.  At least, not yet!

Having both received three shocks, the small weeping girls were
gently lifted off the table and sent back to continue their
exercises.

Carol's turn was next.  To Dave's surprise, she lay on the table
with hardly a murmur, though her face was red with embarrassment
as she was made to open her legs wider.

"Might as well use the prod for you as well" muttered Dave,
nodding at Mike to begin.  A flicker of a smile appeared at the
corner of his mouth.  "Let's keep the actual whipping for the
evening, shall we?"

A higher setting for the voltage soon had Carol's bottom and
thighs wriggling and jerking as the prod hummed, electricity
coursing through the girl's pussy lips.

"No… please sir… noooo!"  The third jolt had Carol screaming in
pain, knuckles white as she gripped her legs ever tighter.   The
lights overhead were blurred by the tears in her eyes.  Such
pain!  How could they do it?  Why… why?

"Okay, back to work!"  Dave helped her off the table.  "Oh wait a
minute!"

Carol turned, her hands trembling, tears pouring down her face as
she resisted the urge to shove her hands between her legs.  So
sore!  So very sore!

"I just remembered about your other punishment for talking
without permission.

"He winked at Mike.  "Bend over please, Carol!"

The men watched as the terrified girl slowly bent and touched her
toes, Mike licking his lips at the glorious sight of Carol's
large bottom thrust out provocatively, her cute pussy peeping at
them cheekily.

She felt the cold metal tip of Mike's prod between her buttocks
and gasped as it slid deep inside her anus. Her head turned
slightly, shiny eyes pleading with Mike's.  Please…

The electricity ripped through her and she opened her mouth in a
silent scream, cruely cut short as another and then a third jolt
arrived.  Dave saw with some amusement how the girl's anus
twitched, first contracting, then relaxing as if unable to make
up its mind.  He laughed and waited for Mike to finish.

"Okay Carol, stand up and get working."  He stroked her hair
gently.  It was so wet from her crying.   "Have you learned your
lesson?"

Carol nodded, her voice trembling, face a picture of abject
misery.  "Y…yes sir.. I mean..thank you sir."

"Good girl.  So from now on, you'll swallow everything and keep
quiet.  No talking without permission.  Remember?"

"Yes sir.. I promise…I…I  Thank you sir."

He let her join the others.  "Girl seems to be learning"
whispered Mike, grinning as Carol started running on the spot,
encouraged by small flicks of the guard's whip.

Dave nodded.  "Amazing what a bit of pain does, isn't it!"  He
checked his watch.

"Christine, here please!"   He saw the podgy ten year old stop
her jumping and look at him, her soft brown eyes widening in
fear.  "Yes Christine, your turn.  Here!  Now!"

A myriad of expression seem to cross the girl's face.  She took a
hesitant step towards him, then stopped, hands clasped together,
biting her knuckles.

Mike sighed.  "Girl's terrified!"  Dave groaned.  "Terrified or
not, she's got to learn!"

He signalled to the guard and the music stopped.   "Here
Christine!  Now!"

The scared girl looked at the guard, then Dave, then the prod in
Mike's hand.  For a second there was silence.

"Noooo!"  Dave looked on in astonishment as the girl ran to the
door at the end of the room and tugged frantically at the handle,
screaming at the top of her voice.  "Nooo!  Please….nooo! 
Please….let me go…please!"

The guard walked towards her and she ran along the side of the
room and around the tables, screaming in terror.

"Shit!"  Dave clasped his hand to his forehead.  This was getting
silly.  He shouted to the guard.  "Leave her!"

"Christine, for your behaviour, I'm sure you realise that you
have to be severely punished.  Let's not make it worse than it
has to be, okay?"   He pointed to the table next to him.  "Here,
now!"

"No..please…I don't want to…please…I don't…not again… please!!" 
Christine's shrill voice rang around the room.  Her eyes darted
from the guard, back to the door, then to Dave.

Dave regarded the hysterical girl with disgust.  His eyes
narrowed.

"Very well."  He looked at the other girls, huddled naked
together on the exercise mats.  His voice was low.

"Right girls, listen to me very carefully.  You will take
Christine into the room next door where you had your pussy
whippings yesterday.  How you catch her and take her there is up
to you.  Suffice it to say that if she is not there in fifteen
seconds, your pussies will be so red, they'll be glowing in the
dark!

He looked at his watch.  "Fifteen, fourteen…"

It took about a second or so for his words to sink in.  The men
shook their heads in wonder at the spectacle of five naked little
girls running panic-stricken across the room, arms outstretched,
a look of desperation and terror on their faces.

Christine ran screaming behind some tables and crawled underneath
the one in the centre.  It was no use.  Small fingers grabbed her
hair and she was hauled out and dragged out of the hall, closely
followed by the guard.

Dave waited a few minutes for them to return, herding the girls
back to the exercise mats.

"Thank you very much" said Dave, a note of sarcasm in his voice.

He rubbed his hands and looked at Mike.  "Half an hour?"  Mike
nodded and left the room, a grim smile on his face, gripping the
electric prod tightly.  Oh yes, Christine would learn alright! 
Thirty minutes of being blindfolded, spreadeagled, wondering
which part of her body was next, gaps of a few minutes, or only a
few seconds between each shock.  Oh yes, she'd learn her lesson!

Dave addressed the five girls before him.  Looks of fear, yet
sympathy as well.

"While Christine is being punished, we have no choice but
continue your PE session."  His tone was hard and the girls
shivered as they saw how angry he was.  "Christine is having a
long and very painful lesson in what happens to stupid little
girls.  I can assure you that thirty minutes with the other
gentleman and his electric prod is going to leave certain parts
of her body very sore indeed and I will not hesitate to send you
all to join her, if I don't have complete obedience from now on!"

It was an exhausted, sweaty, scared and sore bunch of girls that
made their way to the showers half an hour later.  Dave
supervised them closely, enjoying their considerable discomfort
as they washed their young bodies in front of him, blushing as he
barked instructions, making them pay attention to their more
private areas.

"Ah, here she comes at last.  So kind of you to join us,
Christine!"

The girls stopped washing themselves and stared as the pale faced
ten year old walked slowly into the bathroom, the sweat on her
body glistening under the strong lights.  She blinked and looked
around her as if half asleep.  Dave understood.  Mike would have
given her some painkillers and sedatives to stop her going into
shock.  Perhaps he'd given her too much.  Never mind.

"Into the shower Christine.  Now!"

The girl swallowed and moved with small steps into the throng of
wet soapy little girls, reddening slightly as she felt all eyes
on her.

Dave saw with satisfaction that Mike had indeed been busy.  The
girl's plump pussy was bright red, having no doubt received a
good dose of the whip as well as treatment from the prod. 
Likewise, her nipples were crimson and both her breasts and large
buttocks were covered with a myriad of thin stripes.  That would
be Mike's martinet, thought Dave, nodding his approval.  No doubt
her anus would as red as her pussy –if not more so.  Hopefully
they wouldn't have any more trouble from the girls after this!

"Okay Christine, wash your hair and face.   Rachel and Becky,
wash Christine's bottom and pussy for her!   Beverly, make sure
her back is well scrubbed.  Come on!"

Having barked the orders for no other reason than wishing to
enjoy himself, Dave winked at Mike and laughed.   The guard stood
leaning against the door, his loose trousers failing totally to
conceal his obvious excitement.

Their faces as red as Christine's, the two smallest girls gently
eased their soapy little fingers into her crevices,  Rachel
noting with surprise the size of Christine's backside at close
quarters, her finger pushing hard between the two large buttocks
to reach the tight anus.

Christine flinched as she felt little fingers gain entry; it was
still sore.  A small finger slid between her pussy lips and she
gasped, partly from pain, partly from the tingling it caused.

Dave suddenly realised the time.  Shit!  Plenty of time for this
sort of thing later!

"Right, rinse her off girls and get dry.  Come on Sally, Carol,
out you come.  Towels over there.  Move!"

They waited while the six girls dried themselves as fast as they
could, each trying hard not to be last.

"Put the tunics on please.  Yes those next to your name tag.  No
Becky, not that one.  The other one."

A shorter version of the white dresses, the white cotton tunics
were almost identical to those used for PE, yet retaining the two
holes for the girls' small breasts.

"Yes, a bit tight I know, but quite stretchy.  No Sally, it won't
pull down any further!  They're meant to be like that.  Now then,
line up against the wall!"

Although no longer naked, the girls realised with horror that
there was actually very little difference.  With everything from
their waist down on show, and their breasts exposed, the tunics
served only to keep their upper torso warm, though with the heat
and humidity, there was hardly any need.

"Good girls."  He saw the guard licking his lips and grinned.  He
knew what was coming!"

"Firstly, as a result of Christine's disgraceful behaviour, we
have decided to introduce regular punishment sessions whether you
deserve them or not.  This will serve not only as a constant
warning, but will improve your stamina.  Of course, you will
still be punished for poor work, behaviour and so on, but this
will be extra."

He looked at the looks on their faces; some of horror, others not
fully understanding.

"So, for a start we will dispense with the ribbons.  From now on,
punishments will be meted out as and when we see fit.  Since we
have a busy schedule, I don't want to have to repeat myself
twice.  I want to see every girl trying a lot harder!"

There was a short silence.  Dave clapped his hands and smiled. 
"Now girls, it's time for your first test.  You've all seen the
videos and practised in the classroom, so everyone knows how it's
done."

He saw the blank looks and paused.  "You will be split into pairs
and each pair will be assigned to either myself, my colleague, or
the nice guard over there."  He saw Carol glance nervously at the
large Albanian leaning against the wall.

"You will be tested on how well you perform a real blow-job.  The
pass mark is seven out of ten.   We'll be looking at lots of
things, your attitude, technique, effort and of course the final
result.   Since there are two girls per man, you'll have to take
it in turns, but you'll be expected to co-operate and help each
other.  No idle hands!"

He saw Mike chuckling and grinned.  Neither of them were getting
any younger.  Two girls each!

"Well, let's get going, shall we?"  He pointed at Becky.  "You
and Sally come with me.  Rachel and Beverly, you're with the
gentleman over there and Carol, you and Christine go with the
guard.  Well, don't just stand there!"

The information still sinking in, the girls trotted of
obediently, the guard herding his two in front of him, eyes fixed
on their pert behinds, provocatively thrown into sharp relief by
the tunic which ended just above their hips.

"That bastard is really going to enjoy himself!" whispered Dave
to Mike.  "Did you see Carol's face?"

Mike laughed and looked at his own two charges.  Splitting the
girls so that an older one was with a younger one had been his
idea.  The little seven year old looked up at him innocently, red
hair shining under the bright lights, freckles contrasting with
her pale skin. Beverly swallowed nervously, eyes darting from man
to man, blushing slightly as she saw them look at her breasts
sticking through the holes.

"Okay, let's go!"

Dave watched them leave and stroked Becky's curly blond hair. 
"Going to be a good girl then?" he asked the frightened little
six year old.  Becky nodded  "Yes sir, thank you sir."

"What about you Sally?  Ready to give me a good blowjob, or do
you need persuading… like Christine?"

The long haired brunette looked scared, her dark brown eyes
flitting to Becky, then to the man, before resting on the floor.

"Y..yes sir.. I mean.. I'll try sir…thank you sir."

"Good girl."  Dave grinned, the front of his trousers already
displaying his excitement.  "Because this is a proper test and if
you don't do well, you'll both be going to bed with very sore
bottoms indeed.  Now then, through here…"

The girls followed him meekly through a door and down a short
corridor to another room.  In contrast to the large hall, the
room was small and well furnished, pictures of young girls
decorating the wall, two large comfortable looking armchairs, and
a long leather sofa set around a large thick white woolly rug.

"Well, might as well get started" said Dave, standing in front of
one of the armchairs.  "So girls, what do you do first?"

For a second, Sally felt a feeling of panic in her tummy.  She
looked at Becky.  The six year old blinked her large blue eyes in
the bright light and slowly touched the belt on the man's
trousers.

Dave nodded.  "Good.  Undo them and take everything down!"
He swallowed and breathed deeply.  Shit, his balls felt like
they'd explode!  He chuckled silently as he saw Sally join her
young friend, clearly anxious to be seen doing something.

The cool air told him his pants were being lowered.  There was a
sharp exclamation from Becky.

"Well?"

For a second, nothing, then suddenly he was in paradise as four
little hands caressed his cock and balls.

"Wait a second!"   He removed his trousers and pants and sat down
in the armchair, head back, legs wide apart.  "Okay, get on with
it."   He smiled at the look of disgust on Sally's face.
"That's already a point lost for looking like that, Sally!  You
too Becky!  You work as a team, so if one girl does badly, it
affects both of you!"

Any more words were cut off as he felt a tongue licking the tip
of his penis.  Oh shit!  So fucking good!  Oh shit!

"Sally, you first….. get ready!  Make sure you swallow
everything… or you know what will happen!"

He closed his eyes and gasped as a small hot mouth engulfed his
throbbing member. How long was it since he'd last come?   Poor
Sally was going to get quite a mouthful!

The world span around him.  Waves of intense pleasure swept up
through his groin.

"Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!  Yes…yes… oh fuck!"   He slowly opened his
eyes and laughed at the girls' frightened expressions.   Sally
had managed to keep her lips firmly around his cock, her eyes
bulging as her mouth filled with his seed.  He saw some escape
from the side of her mouth and his eyes narrowed.  That
definitely would not do!

"Oh fuck, that was good!  Yes Sally, swallow everything and keep
sucking.  Carry on playing with my balls Becky!  I haven't told
you to stop yet!"

He relaxed and closed his eyes again.  Hmmm, so nice!

"Come here sweetheart!"  He patted Becky's arm and pulled her
gently to his side.  What a sweetie she was, such innocent blue
eyes peeping out from under her golden curls, cheeky smile.  His
hand moved down over her tunic and patted her bottom, his finger
exploring the crease, probing for her little bumhole.  She gasped
and tried to edge away, but the armrest kept her from escaping.

"Hey, hey, little one, you're losing points" whispered Dave,
inhaling her delicious aroma.  "If you want to please me, you do
the opposite.  When I want to play with you, you push against me,
not away.  Understand?"

Becky nodded and wriggled her bubble butt against his hand.  It
was so rude! So naughty!  But better do what he said!  She didn't
want to be punished again.  Especially just…there.   So painful.
So very painful!

"That's right.  You're learning.  Hmmm, what do we have here I
wonder?  Turn round darling!"

His hand crept up her thigh and Becky squirmed.  Why did the man
want to touch her private parts so much?  Why..

"Remember what I said about pleasing me?" asked Dave softly.

Becky frowned and pushed herself against the man's hand.  His
finger was on her peepee hole!   Why did it feel so nice when he
touched it?  So rude, but….

"You have got such a sweet little pussy haven't you!" said Dave,
his finger sliding a little deeper.

He looked at Sally and nodded his head.  "Okay, you can stop that
and come here.  Other side of the chair.  Stand like Becky. 
That's right."

The older girl allowed the man's flaccid penis to flop out of her
mouth and obediently did as she was told.  A rough hand ran up
her leg and….

A sharp squeal rang round the room and Dave laughed.  "Stand
still Sally, I just want to compare pussies!"  He laughed again
and watched the girl trying hard not to squirm as his fingers
explored between her young pussy lips.

"You see young ladies, when a man has shot his load as I just
have, he needs some time to recover before he can start again."
He felt his cock start to harden.  "Hmm, okay girls, back to
work.  Nice and gentle.  It's your turn to suck, Becky.  Make
sure you do it well!"

He let the girls return to their position between his legs and
sighed in ecstasy as he felt their tiny fingers dancing over his
balls.  A finger slid deeper and played with his asshole.  Shit,
that was good!  He chuckled.  Trouble was, she should have done
it before.  More points lost.  The girls would fail the test,
that was certain, but then again, they always did!   Always make
then try harder, that was the trick!  He thought of the
punishment waiting for the girls later and felt himself get even
harder.

The feel of Becky's tongue teasing his glans made him jump.  Her
little mouth eased its way over the tip of his swollen cock. 
Shit!!  Oh yes!

Her tongue seemed to move instinctively to the right places. 
Dave gasped in surprise.   The girl was a natural!  Oh fuck!

Becky felt her mouth fill with warm sticky cream and kept her
lips tightly around the man's penis.  Mustn't spill any!  Must
keep her mouth round it till he told her to stop!

She looked up and Dave's eyes met hers.  He smiled, then leant
back and closed his eyes.

Talk about job satisfaction!