DELIVERANCE

A dark and sadistic tale set in England during the Second World War

Written by Dickins 

This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and 
incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used 
here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, 
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Story Codes: ped, bdsm and Femdom 

Chapter 3, Cruel Routines

The bell sounded in both dormitories awaking the children to another day 
of humiliation. The early morning routine required them to stand naked at 
the end of their beds, with their hands clasped behind their heads and 
their thighs wide apart for inspection.

Jason sat up in bed rubbing his eyes trying to adjust to the strong 
sunlight that beamed through the window, and then scurried to the end of 
his bed just as Miss Park entered the dormitory.

"Good morning Miss Park," they chorused as she entered.

Walking slowly down each row, she stopped in front of any boy whose cock 
wasn't fully erect, and then bending slightly forward used her fingers to 
encourage it to do so. 

They watched wide-eyed as she slowly fondled Johnny's cock, bringing it 
to a fierce hardness with just a smile and a few expert strokes of her 
hand. 

Like the others, Jason watched as she explained to Johnny how to make it 
go hard, in the same way that she would teach him how to brush his teeth 
or comb his hair. 

Now, as she approached him, Jason felt the same familiar tingle and the 
slow swelling of his cock. His heart quickened as it started to stiffen, 
but not to the full erection he had hoped by the time she stood in front 
of him.

"Oh dear! Does it need a hand?" Miss Park said, and then with a warm 
smile, leant forward, allowing him to see right down the front of her 
blouse as she fondled his boyhood.

Jason nodded breathlessly and sobbed with delight as she scraped her 
nails along the underside, then roughly wrapped her fingers around the 
shaft, causing blood to pulse through his cock and bring it to full 
erection.

"Now masturbate!" she ordered.

Panting hotly, Jason drew the foreskin of his excited cock back and 
started to masturbate, his excitement greatly increased as she leant even 
further forward to part his bottom and sink a finger into his anus.

"Remember Jason! You mustn't spend," she warned.

In reality she hoped that he would as she had a real passion for the boy 
and punishing him for spending without permission would provide her with 
an opportunity to get better acquainted with his handsome bottom.
 
Jason heard Miss Baker order her girls to go into the bathroom, and his 
efforts not to spend were made more difficult as he visualised their 
bottoms, especially those that had been punished recently.

"Stop!" Miss Park ordered. 

She had waited on purpose until Jason was about to spend, only then   
removing her finger from his anus, to move down the line to the next boy 
until she was satisfied.

"Right! Into the bathroom," she ordered with a smile.

Jason followed the others into the bathroom, where menacing looking enema 
apparatus hung from the ceiling, a metal rail ran across the centre and 
porcelain toilet bowls were suspended on the back wall. 

As they had been taught, the first boys to enter busied themselves 
greasing the nozzles while the stragglers took up their positions, bent 
over the rail with their thighs apart and their hands holding their 
bottoms open.

A finger greased Jason's anus, rotating inside him and making his belly 
go funny, then the large nozzle was brusquely push inwards, it's flare 
spreading and stretching his rectum, taking his breath before it suddenly 
narrowed and let him breathe again.

With hardly time to squeeze his anus around the nozzle, warm water was 
gushing in and, like the others, he gasped as his bent position helped 
the water flow deep into his bowels.

He panted and stretched, whimpering when he felt he had taken enough and 
yet it went on and on. When she blew the whistle it depended on who was 
doing it as to how quickly or slowly the tap was turned off, and how 
firmly or softly the nozzle was pulled out.

With a cry at the sudden departure of the large copper nozzle, Jason 
hurried to the strange looking toilet bowl, once again thankful that 
there were as many as there were nozzles. 

In his darkest imagination he visualised there being one less bowl, and 
one of the boy's having to hold in the water in painfully until another 
had finished. 

He put that thought to one side as he squatted and sighed with equal 
relief as he could expel the water. Then it was off to have his skin 
scrubbed with pepper and sandalwood soap, a routine that Miss Park 
particularly enjoyed.

"Cleanliness is next to Godliness," she would tell her boys, a large 
rubber apron protecting her clothes.

To be certain they were clean, she would insert a finger or two into 
their anuses, and examine their cock's thoroughly before she allowed them 
to get dressed and go down for breakfast.

It was at meal times that the children felt the most relaxed as the 
teachers eat their meals in another room. They would invariably swap 
gossip, about what they thought was planned for them that day, about who 
had recently been punished, and who had been made to go to their 
mistress's room the night before.

"Anne was whipped in Miss Baker's bedroom last night," Jennifer told the 
others with a smirk. 

The girls who were near enough to hear her nodded, and remembered the 
bruising to her bottom that they fought each other to sooth, when she 
finally returned to the dormitory. 

Unlike Jennifer, none of the other girls had ever been made to go to Miss 
Baker's bedroom at night, for anything more than to be punished.
 
"How do you know that she was whipped?" Jason asked, craning his neck to 
look around the dining room to find Anne, and finally finding her sitting 
with some difficulty on her own in the corner.

"I was there, stupid!" Jennifer told him curtly. 

"Don't you boys ever get invited to Miss Park's bedroom at night?" she 
asked. 

"No! Not yet, anyway," Brian murmured, as Jason and the other boys shook 
their heads.

Miss Park entered the dinning room with Miss Victoria who was holding a 
clipboard with the day's schedule attached to it. 

"Right! It's a pleasant day, so we need the younger children to work out 
in the field. Mr Jones, the farmer, will tell you what to do when you 
arrive. All boys twelve and over, and all girls thirteen and over are to 
remain here," Miss Victoria told them. 

The younger children filed out, eager to help work out in the fields on 
such a pleasant day. The older ones glanced around to check their 
numbers, the girls concerned that there were only three of them, to the 
boys seven, Jason being the youngest.

"Girl's! Lift your dresses," Miss Victoria demanded.

Blushing and glancing hot cheeked as the boys watched, the girls did as 
they were told, holding the material aloft to reveal their tight cotton 
knickers, curving enticingly around the bulge of their vulvas.

"Right you were the slowest Millie! Go to the infirmary and tell Mr 
Ackerman that I have sent you," she ordered. Biting her lip, Millie 
obeyed, and Miss Victoria ordered the two other girls to follow her.

Miss Park led the boys to one of the classrooms and Jason licked his lips 
when he saw a Spanish girl waiting. She only looked about eleven at the 
most, but she stood naked beside Miss Park's desk, her thighs wide apart 
and her hands behind her head. 

The other boy's also groaned and licked their lips when they saw her 
pretty little breasts and her sweet cunt curving cutely from between her 
thighs.

"This is Celia!" Miss Park told them.
 
The Spanish children now lived up at the Grange where they helped with 
menial tasks, when not being used by Victoria or her brother.

Like the others, Jason licked his lips and tried to pull his eyes away 
from the pretty Spanish girl, when the cine-camera caught his attention. 

A little gasp escaped him as Miss Park walked over to the camera and set 
it running, making sure that it was positioned to capture all the action.

"Now listen! You have all got handsome cocks!" Miss Park told them with a 
smile. "But you spend far too quickly, so you must learn to control them, 
if you want to be of pleasure to a woman," she argued.

"Remove your shorts!" she ordered, clapping her hands to get their 
attention.

Blushing with embarrassment they obeyed her, their cocks now standing to 
attention from both the cold of the morning air and the excitement of 
having a naked girl watching them.

"Celia is here to help you learn, aren't you darling?" she asked the 
little girl who blushed before nodding, then meekly stepped forward to 
drop to her knees. The boys ogled the dark skinned Spanish girl, hardly 
able to believe their luck.

"Oh! By the way," Miss Park added, her eyes piercing theirs, as their 
attention was diverted from the Spanish girl. "You must last for five 
minutes before spending, or you will receive a stroke of the cane for 
every thirty seconds that you are short," she said. 

Her grin held no humour as she glanced at the anxious boys, and then 
broadened again when she saw that their nervousness had caused some of 
their cocks to soften already.

"Brian! You are the eldest, so you will go first," she told him.

Brian, who had just turned fourteen, had mixed feelings as he stepped 
forward. Miss Park wasn't helping him, standing to one side lovingly 
caressing the cane that she itched to use across his bottom.

Jason watched, his breath held, as Celia leaned forward, and with her 
mouth open took Brian's cock into her mouth. His gasp was of genuine 
pleasure as Celia drew her hands around his bottom to hold him still, 
while she worked her mouth around his now rampant cock.

The boys watched, all breathing shallowly, all imagining how it might 
feel as Brian gasped and thrust himself into the girl's mouth. She didn't 
seem to mind, but sucked all the harder, her lips compressing as he made 
to draw back, pulling on his shaft while he sobbed with delight.

His cock had almost left her, the shaft gleaming with saliva, when she 
thrust her head forward, filling her mouth with his young cock and 
swallowing his rich flavour. 

Brian flung his head back, then looked down at her, panting hotly as 
Celia changed her tactics and began to rapidly slide her head back and 
forth, with her tongue held under the shaft.

"No, not yet!" Brian, gasped, his hands moving to her hair to still her 
movements.

"You're not allowed to stop her, Brian," Miss Park told him sharply, the 
cane held ready to swipe at his hands if he didn't stop.

Brian drew them away and gritted his teeth. Celia sensed his nearness and 
looked up at him as she continued sliding her wet mouth back and forth on 
his gleaming cock. 

One of Celia's hands gripped his bottom and the other fondled his balls, 
cradling them as she daringly drew her mouth as far over the shaft as she 
could manage.

"No! Please" Brian cried. 

His head shook violently from side to side, but it couldn't deny the 
jerking of his hips, nor the frothy stream of pearly seed that escaped 
Celia's mouth to drip onto her breasts.

"Three minutes short! That will be six strokes," Miss Park announced, 
smiling broadly as she looked at the startled and forlorn young boy.

"It isn't fair Miss. I had to go first," he complained.

"You are the eldest Brian, and as such, should be able to control your 
cock," she argued. "Now! Come over here," Miss Park ordered. 

Brian sighed and walked over to where Miss Park stood and with his cock 
gleaming from his recent spend, prepared for his caning.

"Now! Place your cock through the hole," Miss Park ordered.

Brian adjusted the height of the cross bar to allow his cock to fit 
through the tight velvet-rimmed hole. Achieving this, he bent forward 
with his thighs widely parted, and his balls hanging freely against the 
wooden trestle.

The boys watched with their breath held, collectively wondering if they 
would be so brave when it was their turn. Miss Park tapped the cane 
across Brian's bottom and he tensed in anticipation. 

She tapped repeatedly, licking her lips and taking deep breaths, and then 
she drew the cane well back. 

The boys were mesmerised, by her expression, her eyes, by the twist in 
her upper body and the stillness of the waiting cane. Then, like a wind-
up toy suddenly released, she swung around, and the cane bent with the 
sudden movement. 

As one, the boys all jerked as the cane whipped down to cut viciously 
into Brian's bottom, cutting into the skin to create a vividly pink line 
across both cheeks. He howled, his body arching out as the pain engulfed 
him. 

The pain receding and catching his breath, Brian worked his pelvis to 
masturbate his cock in and out of the velvet-lined hole, the pleasure 
offsetting the wicked heat that now invaded his tender bottom. 

"Stop that!" she told him, as she prepared to give him the second of the 
six strokes.
 
Still on her knees, Celia licked and swallowed the last of Brian's 
flavour and started to fondle her cunt, increasing the pressure as Miss 
Park brought her arm back to strike Brian's bottom for a second time. 

The boys alternated between watching the girl fondle her little cunt, 
flooding her inner thighs with wetness, and watching Brian strain to 
masturbate his cock in the hole between the bouts of stinging pain.

Brian was caned four more times, and she never softened her strokes, not 
even when Brian collapsed after the fourth, begging for her to stop. If 
anything, it inflamed her passion more, and she took delight in ordering 
him to place his sore cock, back through the hole again.

Jason hoped desperately that he would be able to last the full five 
minutes, but his hope started to die away as he watched the Spanish girl 
offering her body to Miss Park to caress. 

Despite his fear, the sight of the little girl being roughly caressed by 
her mistress made his cock rampant.

"Come on Brian! Spend again," Miss Park whispered, looking into the boy's 
anguished face, and roughly fondling his sore cock.

"No please!" Brain pleaded.

The cane rose once more, but this time to run along the underside of his 
cock, sliding smoothly up and down the shaft and helping to bring him to 
full erection again.

Still weeping, he thrust his cock through the hole again and started to 
rhythmically masturbate as she fondled his tender bottom with one hand, 
and stroked his cock with the tip of the cane with the other.  

"That's right Brian," Miss Park breathed. "Now don't hold back!" she 
urged, her arms stretched around the apparatus and her nails nipping the 
crown as his cock as it immerged from the other side of the hole.

Mesmerised, unable to tear their eyes away, the boys watched Brian 
ejaculate for a second time, their mouths wide open as they saw a 
fountain of seed spurt over Miss Park's hand and wrist.

"There! Wasn't that nice?" Miss Park asked him, wiping herself and 
smiling pleasantly.

"Oh! Yes Miss," Brian told her.   

The boys stared, and began to tremble as they wandered who would be next.

"Right! Why don't we follow the eldest with the youngest, eh Jason?" she 
asked sweetly.

Jason sobbed and stepped forward, his mind urging him to run while his 
steps took him to the kneeling girl. As he removed his shorts Celia saw a 
wet patch in his underpants and giggled. Her eyes now sparkled as she 
waited for him to present his handsome cock to her.

"Now remember! You must last for five minutes, and don't even try to stop 
her, or it will be ten strokes for trying," Miss Park told him.

He nodded his understanding, and his face burnt as he uncovered his 
flaccid cock that hung forlorn over his balls. Celia's giggle made him 
blush even more, but his embarrassment was forgotten, when she took a 
gentle hold of it, lifting it slightly so she could pull the foreskin 
back and place her lips around its crown.

Her hot wet tongue flicked the crown and soon turned his gasp into a 
groan, one that ended with a rush of escaping breath as she suddenly slid 
her mouth fully over his cock, moving it backwards and forwards until it 
started to harden.

"Wow!" he gasped, his eyes firmly on the young Spanish girl as she 
wrapped her hand around his cock and sucked, bathing it in her hot 
saliva. Jerking with the pleasure she was giving him, he only just 
remembered the punishment for spending too early, and quickly turned his 
eyes away.

Celia's hands pulled, her teeth scraped and her tongue darted along his 
cock. Panting, Jason wondered who had painted the picture on the wall and 
how old it was. He found his hips rocking to the working of her mouth and 
told himself to stop. He sobbed with the urge to look down and watch her 
but didn't, looking out of the schoolroom window instead.  

Celia played with his bottom, her fingers sending pleasure spiralling 
into his groin and another hand slid from his shaft to play with his 
balls, shooting immense pleasure up through his body, but she sucked even 
more strongly now and he could no longer stop himself looking down at 
her.

Her eyes met his, hot and eager, her mouth gripped tightly around his 
throbbing cock, sliding back and forth and trying to make him spend 
before the time expired. As she had been taught, she even parted her 
thighs so that he could see her pretty little cunt, in an effort to make 
him spend just that bit quicker. Then something happened, he couldn't 
tell what, but his breath suddenly doubled and he realised that he was 
going to spend.

Trying to stop the girl or trying to think of something else wouldn't 
work this time; he was going to spend. Wide eyed with the realisation of 
what that meant, he looked across at Miss Park and sobbed at the 
triumphant look on her face.

Then it happened, his hot seed rushing through his groin, building a 
pressure at the base of his cock and then, forcing a youthful scream from 
him, as his seed shoot into Celia's little mouth.

Now he held her, jerking his cock back and forth in her mouth as his 
ejaculation dictated, ignoring her muffled squeal, her coughing and 
spluttering, slowing as the tension eased, until it was over and only his 
punishment remained.

"Not bad! Only a minute early," Miss Park told him, a grin on her face as 
she caressed the cane. 

"Right! Come here," she ordered.

Jason crept over to her, hoping the pleasant feeling of his recent spend 
would rise above the pain of the cane, yet knowing deep down that it 
wouldn't.

He adjusted the bar to his height and slipped his now flaccid cock 
through the hole, blinking back his tears as he bent forward, his thighs 
widely parted so that his balls dangled freely and on view.

"Only two! So I'll have to make them good ones, won't I Jason?" Miss Park 
said, tapping his lovely bottom with the cane.

Jason no longer felt the tapping of the cane, his mind blanketed by the 
awful realisation of what was about to occur. He could no longer breathe 
and, despite the roar in his ears, he clearly heard the soft whistle of 
the cane descending. Its sudden impact took all thought from the boy. The 
fierce pain was white hot, searing from his bottom to his brain, and then 
shooting down to his toes, causing him to rise as he quivered and 
screamed.

At first, he could think of nothing but the awful, invading, pain, then 
he remembered his cock in the velvet hole and thrust himself against it, 
jerking back and forth in a mad urge to have pleasure replace the pain.

He groaned and blushed, knowing that his friends were watching, and yet 
he was unable to control himself. Tingles of pleasure started to fight 
the heat swarming in his bottom and he panted and concentrated on that, 
twisting to feel the velvet ridge around his throbbing cock and sobbed 
with the small relief it afforded him.

"Right! Last stroke," Miss Park announced breaking his concentration, and 
he returned to thinking about the pain again. The tears that had nearly 
stopped now came freely down his face as he obediently offered up his 
bottom to his mistress. 

With awful and calculated precision, the cane came to tap the same line 
as the previous stroke and he gripped onto the handles of the trestle 
with greater effort.

Once more, there was that moment in which the cane no longer tapped him, 
nor whistled in descent. In it, Jason's breath stopped and his heart 
thudded slowly but loudly in his aching chest. 

Tensing his muscles lifted his bottom and tightened it. The previous 
line, now turning a dark violet, stood out more vividly to those who 
watched. 

Time ceased for Jason but for the awful dull beat of his heart. Then the 
whistle of the cane was heard, stopping all too quickly for the pain of 
it's landing to once again shoot through his tortured bottom.

His arching upwards thrust his cock through the hole and his shaking 
unintentionally excited him. Miss Park, seeing it, jumped forward to hold 
the boy close to her. Crying with the pain, Jason wept against her bosom, 
the woman's hand fondling his bottom, tracing the angry cut lines she had 
caused, and her other hand urging his cock into a state of aching 
hardness. 

With one hand she slowly and rhythmically masturbated him and with the 
other traced the two welts on his handsome bottom, rubbing the moistness 
of his blood droplets into his flesh and licking the salt from his tears.

"Now! Spend for me Jason!" Miss Park panted.

Pain merged with pleasure and before he knew it, Jason was spending 
again, an agony of an orgasm that had his hot seed spurting over his 
mistress's cruel hand.

******

There was a place where the hedge bordering one end of the Priory was 
broken and, by stealing through it, the children could show off their 
recent punishments to each other in relative privacy. 

The adults knew about this place but chose not to intervene unless it 
pleased them to do so; after all competition amongst the children was to 
be encouraged and being proud to show off their bruised bottoms to each 
other would ensure that they would suffer more punishments, just to gain 
the admiration of the others.
   
There is certainly a fascination in looking at the bruised bottoms of 
those who have been recently punished. Boys and girls kneeling behind 
each other admiring and touching the welts, with many realising that 
their caresses were bringing excitement, as cocks hardened and cunts 
swelled and opened.

Jason was drawn behind the hedge by a small group of boys and girls and 
urged on until he agreed. Already thrilled by seeing and feeling Brian's 
mutilated bottom, they watched with bated breath as he undid his shorts 
and turned his bruised bottom to them, a hand coyly held over his 
stirring cock. 

Although he had not received as many strokes as Brian, Miss Park had made 
up for it by using as much force as she could. As a result, the two marks 
across Jason's bottom were cuts, each one breaking the skin at various 
points along their length. 

The skin was now an eye-catching red, the flesh various shades of 
bruising.

Jennifer Madley, remembering her own cruel punishment reached out to 
stroke the welts, her face flushed and her mouth dry. 

"Does it hurt?" she asked, her fingers stopping her carressing, but 
reluctant to rise from his burning flesh.

"No! It just feels funny," Jason groaned softly.

Jennifer looked excitedly between his thighs and spied his balls half 
hidden by his hands, no longer hanging loose but tightening beneath his 
cock, and Miss Baker's cruel lessons started to return sending a jolt of 
excitement directly to her cunt.

"Would you like me to make it better?" she asked him softly, ignoring the 
wide-eyed stares of the others who had come to watch. 

"Alright then! But please be gentle," he warned, his breath as short and 
as fast as the girl kneeling behind him.

Their mouths hanging open, the other children eased back out of the way 
to give them room, and Jennifer shuffled forward until she knelt directly 
behind Jason's bottom.

She'd never been so close to a bottom, never so close as to see the fine 
hairs that graced his smooth skin, nor close enough to admire how the 
flesh creased between his bottom and thighs to create that perfect manly 
curve that so often drew the eye. Jennifer, carefully stroking his flesh, 
found herself loving the feel, the texture, the warmth, the roundness, 
and the firmness of the cheeks. 

The cruel but beautiful lines caught her attention and her breath 
shortened still further. Every inch of his punished flesh was there for 
her to admire and relish. Once again she stroked each line, now even more 
delicately, watching closely as she followed the two cane marks imprinted 
in his bottom.

Jason sobbed with new pleasures as Jennifer moved her hands to hold him 
by his lean hips, keeping him in place as she kissed his flesh, first on 
smooth untouched skin, then on bruised flesh, then upon the actual lines 
where the cane had fallen.

The first kiss was a lingering one, as she licked her lips hoping for 
some flavour. Despite there being none, her thighs tensed together to 
quell the excitement seeping from her cunt. The second kiss lingered much 
longer and, lips parted, she breathed upon his cut flesh, then timidly 
licked it.

Jason gasped and jerked, his cock once again rock hard brought on by the 
sensations rippling through his body. Trying to hide his arousal he half 
turned but saw Jennifer kneeling there, her face flushed by her 
excitement and with her eyes firmly fixed on his rampant cock.

"Go on! You know you want to!" one of the younger boys crowed.

"Yes, why don't you," a mature voice said. 

Startled, Jennifer, Jason and all the children turned to find Miss Park 
standing behind them, towering over them with a stern but sly smile.

"Go on! I insist!" she told Jennifer, her eyes making sure that she fully 
understood the nature of the order. 

Gulping, Jason turned to face the girl, his cock now shrinking due to his 
sudden nervousness. 

Jennifer's bright blushes had receded a little, but she still looked 
excited as she shuffled forward once more to slide her fingers around his 
cock, licking her lips as its heat invaded her flesh. It hardened almost 
immediately; drooling at the tip and helping her fingers slide along the 
taut fleshed pole.

Jason was shaking with the pleasure of having his cock stroked, but then 
Jennifer pulled it down slightly, enough to point to her mouth, and slid 
her hot little lips over it, slowly and gently taking half his cock into 
her mouth.

Despite having already spent twice that day, Jason was caught by surprise 
again and almost immediately shot his seed into Jennifer's mouth, each 
spurt making him jerk, each jerk making the girl tighten her grip around 
his cock, the tightening bringing him another agony of delight.

"So quickly Jason!" Miss Park sighed. "You're certainly in need of some 
self control lessons," she said, making a note to put him down on her 
list of boy's who needed her private and unhurried tuition. 

"I'm sorry," Jennifer, murmured, Jason's pearly seed decorating her lips 
and chin.

******
	
That afternoon, Jason joined the others in the walled garden, weeding for 
the most part, under the supervision of Mary the housekeeper. 

The gardening had been hard work at first because few of the children 
were used to such physical activity. However, after a while they soon 
adapted to all the hard work, and their young muscles started to show 
signs of becoming much firmer. 

Miss Reed made the boy's wear very tight shorts and the girl's short 
skirts both without underwear, not just because of the warm afternoon but 
because she wanted to humiliate them.

Jason suspected that his shorts had been cut wrong, but he soon grew used 
to the tightness around his balls, and the number of times he had to 
adjust the material that irritated his anus. The girl's short skirts also 
offered an opportunity to glance at their naked charms as they bent to 
garden.

Unfortunately, the tight shorts caused an agony of pain whenever his cock 
started to get hard. Despite this, his eyes were forever drawn to the 
squatting girl's the pain endured for the delight of seeing their exposed 
genitals.

Under Miss Reed's supervision, there was no escaping punishment for those 
who didn't work hard, or for those who were just to slow to do as she 
told them. Jason worked hard despite the constant irritation to his anus 
and the restriction to his balls; as the last thing he wanted was to add 
to his agony with yet another caning.
 
Dorothy wasn't so lucky. The fair-haired eleven-year-old with a pixie 
nose that suited her temperament was fooling around over by the fruit 
trees. She had been throwing fruit at the others, and quickly turning so 
as to pretend it wasn't her. Once or perhaps twice, she might have got 
away with it, but she went on and on, until finally Miss Reed saw her 
opportunity.

"Dorothy Reynolds! Come here!" she ordered.

Standing with her hands on her hips, Mary looked forward to punishing the 
little girl. The children stopped to watch a forlorn and nervous Dorothy 
make her way over to Miss Reed. They knew that her punishment would be 
much worse than just a spanking, and for those who had had enough of 
Dorothy's antics, they hoped that it would be much worse.

"Undress!" Miss Reed ordered. 

The child began to cry as she reluctantly obeyed, and stood naked without 
a thought for the others who had stopped work to watch. 

Miss Reed, a glow of real passion in her face, stood the girl on a wall 
made of four rows of bricks facing towards her, then took her slender 
wrists and tied them over her head to an overhanging beam.

The rest of the children, encouraged by Miss Reed actions slowly came 
forward to watch. Miss reed smiled at her attentive little audience, and 
put on a pair of gloves so that she could retrieve some stinging nettles 
from the compost.

"No please! Not the nettles Miss," Dorothy begged.

"Jason, Jennifer, take hold of her ankles and pull them as far apart as 
you can," Miss Reed ordered.

Jason rushed forward and quickly took hold of one of Dorothy's ankles 
just as Jennifer took hold of the other, then roughly drew it towards 
him, forcing the suspended girl's thighs indecently wide.

"Right! Hold her tight," she told Jason and Jennifer, stepping up to the 
girl with the nettles in her gloved hand. The next few minutes were sheer 
torture for Dorothy, as her mistress worried the nettles over her body. 

She whipped the nettles down the outsides of her thighs and then up the 
insides to her cunt. Breathless, she squealed and squirmed as the nettles 
were drawn over and then pushed directly into her pretty cunt and then on 
between her bottom cheeks to torture her tender anus.

As Dorothy screamed, Miss Reed slowly swept the nettles over her pert 
little breasts making her nipples harden, then down again to her now 
swollen labia sending shocks of pleasure through the child.

Jason stared up at her succulent little cunt, engrossed in how it had 
changed, the flesh now swollen, her clitoris engorged, the pink flesh 
turned a fiery red.

"Right! Jennifer, take Dorothy to the infirmary and the rest of you get 
back to work," Miss Reed said, making a mental note to have the girl 
brought to her bedroom that night, so that Charlie and herself could take 
their time to really get to know the little tart.

******

It was nearly bedtime, and Jason was writing a letter home and trying to 
overhear the gossip in the girl's dormitory about Dorothy's recent 
punishment, when he was interrupted.

"Come with me, Jason!" Miss Baker said, with a smile.

On legs that threatened to give way, Jason followed Miss Baker to her 
private quarters and stared at the thick drapes covering the windows and 
doors, the cosy fire and the large four-poster bed. He licked his lips 
when he saw that Jennifer Madley was lying face down and naked on the bed 
with her bottom placed over several pillows.

Following him into the bedroom, Miss Baker locked the door and drew the 
thick drape across it. "The drapes help deaden the sound!" she explained. 
"Listen! She said walking over to Jennifer and spanking her bottom, to 
prove her point.

The position that Jennifer was in, with her thighs slightly parted gave 
him an uninterrupted view of her cunt and anus as she struggled to avoid 
her mistresses spanking.

"Jennifer has just finished pleasuring me, haven't you?" Miss Baker told 
him.

"Yes, Miss," Jennifer, replied. 

Her crying had ceased, although she still sniffled as she craned her head 
around to look at him while he, in turn, looked at her. 

So! I have decided to reward her," Miss Baker told him, smiling at the 
sniffling child.  

"Would you like to fuck her?" Miss Baker asked. 

Jason nodded, licking his lips at the thought of the exciting offer.

"Undress then!" Miss Baker told him.

His heart quickening as he did, and blushed when he saw that Jennifer was 
starring excitedly at his handsome cock.

"Give Jennifer your cock to lick and suck first," Miss Baker ordered him, 
picking up a martinet and flicking it through the air.

"Now! Kneel by her head," she told him.

Jason obeyed, a combination of nervousness and excitement battling inside 
him as he crouched by the girl's head to gasp as she reached for him, 
dragging him down to her level so she could start to lick and suck his 
cock.

Miss Baker laughed, kneeling behind Jennifer to whip the martinet down 
over her bottom. She slowly raised the martinet again and then brought it 
down hard causing Jennifer to squeal around the head of Jason's cock.

"Now Jason! Bend over and kiss her bottom like she did yours," Miss Baker 
urged. 

His cock surged with new excitement, and he bent over the girl and 
brought his lips and tongue to her bottom, licking and kissing her while 
she slobbered and panted on his cock.

"That's it!" Miss Baker said.

Jason gasped and jerked as Jennifer gasped around his rampant cock as he 
licked and sucked on her anus, his nose picking up the sweet musk of her 
arousal.

"Oh! You two look so lovely together," Miss Baker said.

With a sly smile she pushed Jason's head aside to bring the martinet down 
hard across Jennifer's bottom, then caressed the girl's cunt to better 
judge the state of her arousal.

"Right! It's time," she told him, her face flushed with her passion.

Jason was pulled from the bed and Jennifer made to raise herself up onto 
her knees then lower her head. With her thighs now parted, the position 
spread her bottom and left her cunt and anus available.

Jason was eager to begin, but was forced to wait while Miss Baker took 
some photographs. Then, allowing him to kneel behind her, she ordered him 
to fuck her slowly and reminding him not to spend too quickly.

Jason groaned and panted fighting against the urge to thrust into her, 
and trying not to spend to quickly as her tight cunt quivered lovingly 
around his cock, and enveloped him in her moist heat.

Pleased with his efforts and the photographs she'd taken, she urged him 
to ravish her. He did just that, thrusting back and forth with manic 
speed as the surge of his pleasure demanded that he fuck her harder. 
Jennifer squealed, her cunt soaking him with her wetness. 

Miss Baker gripped Jennifer's breasts, pinching her nipples so that the 
sudden pain would make her thrust her cunt back more urgently onto 
Jason's cock. Her thighs shone from her orgasm as she watched Jason grit 
his teeth and ravish the little tart. 

Jennifer's cunt tightened but was so wet it couldn't stop him from 
sliding out and in again, pumping her on and on, on and on, forcing him 
to thrust her still harder, and deeper.

"That's it! Fuck her!" Miss Baker gasped, her own orgasm erupting as she 
reached between his thighs and squeezed his balls. 

"Now!" she urged.

Jason thought that he was in heaven as he spent, and that it was just 
another wonderful day in the life of a boy at Birchwood Grange.