Robert Part 6
by Agni

copyright 2003 by Agni, all rights reserved


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This story takes place in the early 1970's.  It contains
femdom, corporal punishment, nudity, humiliation and sexual
activity involving minors. It is intended for ADULTS ONLY. 
The author does not condone the abuse of real children. This
is fantasy only. Please do not read if you are offended by
material of this nature or it is illegal in your location.

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Continued from Part 5...

Miss Harris and the girls lay back on the towels, soaking
up the sun and watching the waves break. The bay was very
peaceful and relaxing. Robert lay on his stomach, relieved
the topic of conversation had moved away from his bare bum
and cock. His gaze fell on Nikki's lower body, admiring
her slender legs and pretty feet. His eyes moved up. He
could clearly see the outline of her pubes, the thin
material of her bikini moulded to her pussy lips. He could
just make out her teenage slit.

His mouth was dry as he continued to look at the pretty
thirteen year old girl. One knee was raised and he gazed
at the soft alabaster thighs. His cock was still erect and
now, trapped between his body and the towel, was
quite uncomfortable. He shifted his hips, trying to
relieve the pressure on his boyhood.

He tried to imagine what her cunt lips looked liked under
the material. He wished she too were nude. It was so
unfair he thought, that the girls, who were only two years
older than him, were covered by their swimsuits while he
was bare naked. They could see every inch of his body. He
didn't even know them before today yet they had seen his
striped bare bum and his exposed willy and nuts.

As Miss Harris lay on her stomach, he had a good long view
of her bare back and of her swimsuit clad full buttocks.
The lower edge of her bottom cheeks were exposed as the
material rode up and he was treated to a delightful view
of his teacher's lovely lower bum.

He looked up to see an elderly woman approaching.
Miss Harris waved to her "Mrs. Hewitt". The lady smiled
and came over. "How are you Lisa?"
Mrs. Hewitt owned one of the local shops and knew Miss
Harris for many years.

Miss Harris introduced the two girls to Mrs. Hewitt.
"These are two of my pupils Anabelle and Nikki".
The old lady took their hands. "So nice to meet such
lovely young ladies". She glanced across at where Robert
lay, his bare bottom upwards. "And this is...?"

"Robert!" said Miss Harris sharply. "Come and introduce
yourself to Mrs. Hewitt". The boy reluctantly got up.
The elderly woman held his hands. Her eyes looked up
and down his bare front. "Aren't you a handsome lad"
She stared directly at his prick, which stood fully erect.
"I see we're becoming quite the big boy"
Robert blushed at her attentions. He said hello and tried
to slink back to the safety of the towel. Mrs. Hewitt
smiled as she looked at him from the rear now. Quite
a nice botty she thought, and such a nice package in
front!

She noticed the faded marks of his recent caning.
"I see he has been naughty lately" Miss Harris smiled.
"A few strokes to encourage diligence with his studies"
Mrs. Hewitt nodded enthusiastically. "Quite proper"
"In my day, boys often got caned for poor schoolwork"
"Did them a world of good" "Lisa I'm glad to see you
take your responsibilities so seriously and haven't fallen
for all this modern 'no spanking' nonsense."
They spoke for a few minutes before she resumed her walk.
Robert was glad to see her go. Her obvious interest in his
bare bum and genitals embarrassed him.

Miss Harris got up. "Let's go in the water" They followed
her in, enjoying themselves in the waves. Robert felt his
cock go flacid in the cold water. This made his exposure a
bit less humiliating. They didn't stay long because of the
temperature and soon were back on the beach, towelling
themselves dry.

Anabelle giggled, her finger pointing at Robert's
midsection. "Miss, look how small it is now" Her
pretty blond teacher smiled. "Yes, the water is very
cold". Robert looked down. His cock had really shrunken
and his balls were drawn up against his body.
Anabelle looked down at the eleven year old boy's
privates. "It's amazing how it changes size like that
Miss"

Miss Harris turned towards the boy. "Robert, did you clean
out the sand from under your foreskin?" He was mortified.
The girls just giggled. Before he could do anything Miss
Harris had grasped his penis. Holding it in the fingers of
one hand, she used the other to skin back the foreskin and
brush off any sand grains under there.
The two girls watched in rapt fascination as Miss Harris
handled the boy's cock. Finally she released it.
They all sat back on the towels.

Nikki looked over at Robert's shrunken penis. "Miss,
my brother doesn't have to clean his willy like that"
"He doesn't have that bit of skin at the end"
Miss Harris looked at her. "Yes, some boys are circumcised
shortly after birth" "The doctor cuts off that bit of skin
from around the head" The girls eyes widened. "Ooh"
exclaimed Anabelle. "They have an operation for that?"
"Yes" replied their teacher. "Robert, come and stand here
for a minute" "I need to illustrate something"
She slapped his hands away from his front. "Hands behind
your back"

She pulled the foreskin forward. "See this bit, the
foreskin, sits over the head". She skinned it back
exposing the glans. Robert grimaced in pain. "Oww"
She traced the base of the glans with her fingertip,
showing the girls where the skin was removed.
She released the cock. They noticed it was becoming
stiff under the attention.

"I've seen her brother's willy too" volunteered Anabelle.
"Robert's is much longer" "His nuts are bigger too"
Miss Harris nodded. "He is large for his age".
She held his scrotal sac in her fingers. "And these are
a good size too". "He doesn't have any hair yet though"
She rubbed the smooth scrotum skin, then cupped his balls,
feeling their weight.

"Girls, did you know that the Turkish Sultan would have
some of his boy slaves castrated?" she asked.
There were some 'Ooohs' and 'Aahs' from the girls.
Robert's prick twitched in alarm. Miss Harris held his
testicles between two extended fingers. "Snip and these
come right off".

"Right then Robert" she said, dismissing him with a
loud smack to the bottom. She opened a book and lay back,
feeling the sun on her skin.
The girls sunbathed while Robert went to the water's edge.
He started to construct a sand castle.

A half hour passed and Miss Harris began to gather up
the things. Robert reluctantly left his creation.
"Miss, did you check what time the museum opens in the
morning?" asked Anabelle. The girls wanted to do some
sightseeing aftwerwards and they had decided to visit
the naval museum just as it opened. Miss Harris nodded.
"Eight-thirty, we'll have plenty of time"

Robert was looking forward to the museum. They would
visit that followed by some landmarks such as the
old lighthouse. Anabelle and Nikki had a history project
on the maritime history of the region and Miss Harris,
who was familiar with the area, had volunteered to take
them.

They returned to the cottage for lunch. Robert quickly
put his clothes back on as the others changed. He was
grateful to be back inside and fully clothed.
As they ate, Miss Harris explained to the girls the layout
of the area. She suggested the girls visit the pier
afterwards.

They carried Robert with them, on Miss Harris's
insistence. Thankfully there was no bathing involved
and he could keep on his clothes.
Miss Harris remained at the cottage to clean up after
the meal.

That night he made up the couch. Miss Harris had taken
one room and the two girls the other, leaving him, the
only male around, to use the living area.
He lay there, thinking of their time on the beach that
morning. He recalled Nikki's outlined pubes, her soft
white thighs and calves. He looked up to ensure the
doors to Miss Harris's and the girl's rooms were closed.
Seeing it was safe, he undid the buttons on his pajama
bottoms and slid his willy out. He stroked it, thinking
of Nikki's slender legs and pretty feet.
He imagined pulling aside the crotch of her bikini
bottoms, to see her cunt lips and slit. He gripped his
erect cock, rubbing the head up and down. The next few
minutes passed pleasurably as he masturbated to a mental
image of Nikki's privates. He thought of Miss Harris as
well, her long tanned legs and full bottom.

"Eeew!" exclaimed Anabelle. He tried to cover himself up
as quickly as he could. He had not heard the door open or
her leave the room. "You disgusting little boy!"
"Miss Harris!" she called out. "Robert is playing with
himself out here!" Nikki came outside to see what was
going on, her teacher soon after.

Miss Harris wore a long tee shirt. It reached her mid
thigh, the remainder of her tanned legs visible.
She was barefoot. Her pert breasts were unencumbered by
any bra and her nipples could be seen through the thin
material. The girls wore pajamas; Anabelle just the top
of one while Nikki wore both the top and bottoms.

The three of them stood around the couch looking at
Robert, the visible tenting of his pajama bottoms
betraying him. He looked up at Miss Harris, her blue
eyes showing her anger. "Have you no respect?" she asked
icily. "What on earth is the matter with you? How can
you lie down outside here and play with yourself like
that?" Her stern gaze fell on the boy's midsection.
Robert felt his heart beating fast. His stomach churned
in fright. Miss Harris looked at him. "I will deal with
you in the morning" "There had better not be any more of
this tonight" She returned to her room.
Nikki shook their head. "I thought my brother was bad"
"I hope she really gives it to you." The girls went
back to bed.

Robert lay there in the dark. The cottage was very quiet.
He could hear the waves in the distance, crashing against
the sand. He anxiously contemplated what tomorrow morning
would bring. It was more than an hour before he drifted
off to sleep.

He awoke to the sound and smell of breakfast cooking on
the stove. He got up and went to the kitchen. Anabelle was
setting out the table while Nikki stood by the stove.
"Good morning Robert" she said. "Good morning" he replied
cautiously. He wondered if last night's incident had been
forgotten. Perhaps he would be spared a hiding.

His heart sank when he went to put away the sheets
and pillow he had used. Miss Harris sat on the couch,
still in her long tee shirt, a long straight cane in
her hand.

He stood there quietly. Nikki and Anabelle joined
them. They did not want to miss a second of this.
Anabelle was especially excited. She had no brothers
and did not often get to see a boy punished bare. She
and Nikki had been friends since they were five and she
often spent time at her house. Nikki's mum treated her
like part of the family. She had even spanked her botty
a few times. She occasionally witnessed Nikki's brother
being given the slipper. He had to pull down the back
of his underwear for his bare bum to be whacked. This
had always interested her.

Miss Harris looked up. "We are going to have
breakfast and then dress for our visit to the museum"
She bent the long cane. "However we have a little matter
to deal with first"
"Miss I'm really sorry" he said. "I promise I won't
do it again" "Please don't give me the stick"

"Remove your clothing, every last stitch, at once"
Her voice was quiet and deliberate. She did not seem
angry now. Robert hoped she would go easy on him.
He disrobed quickly, his pajamas strewn on the couch.
She pointed to a spot on the floor. "Stand there with your
hands on your head." He complied. He stood there naked,
his early morning stiff willy protruding horizontally.

He felt the three pairs of female eyes on his body. His
cock hardened. Miss Harris got up. "Legs apart" she
ordered. "Lean forward" "Stick your bottom out"
She rested the cane on the top of his penis. The sensation
of the supple rattan on his boy flesh causing it to point
upwards.

The head of his penis was now visible, the knob exposed as
the foreskin retracted. A drop of clear pre-cum emerged
from the tip. It dropped almost in slow motion, dangling
by a thin liquid thread.

The two girls watched the lewd display of smooth, hairless
scrotum and young boycock with undisguised interest. Robert
could see the intent looks on their faces and this caused his
stiff penis to throb. Another drop of pre-cum fell to the
ground.

Anabelle watched the wetness on the floor in excitement.
Her hand briefly pressed her crotch.
Nikki drew up her legs against her body, her arms wrapped
around them. She was wet, her loins were aching at the
sight of the nude schoolboy awaiting punishment, his
bare bottom stuck out so it could be soundly flogged,
his exposed willy so appealing. This was much different
to her brother being punished. His willy was normally
covered anyway and this boy's bum was much nicer to watch.
Even Miss Harris, a grown woman, found the scene
arousing. She felt a tingling between her legs, the crotch
of her panties damp as she anticipated the whipping she
was about to administer.

Miss Harris placed the smooth rattan against his pale
bottom cheeks. They were firm and well rounded,
practically made for punishing. The cane she had brought
was brand new. It was a 'senior' and was longer and
thicker than the one she normally used. Being heavier, it
had some weight to it even though it was quite supple.
It would sting atrociously she knew. Perfect for a naughty
boy's bottom.

She addressed him. "This will teach you some respect"
"Your behaviour last night was outrageous"
"Simply disgusting" "You will learn to behave!"
She emphasized the point by whipping the cane through
the air, its ominous hiss causing the boy to wince.

She brought the cane back and upwards. It descended with a
loud 'whoosh' that made the boy's stomach churn. It
impacted midway on his bottom, with a loud crack.
The firm bottom flesh indented by the cruel rattan
quivered and shook. A livid red welt rose on the pale
white bottom. The onlookers could hear a sharp intake of
breath by the boy. Robert thrust his hips forward, bottom
cheeks clenched as the searing pain burned into his bum.
This caused his cock and balls to jingle most lewdly.

Anabelle had a good view of his front. She licked her lips
as the eleven year old's privates were thrust forward.
His eyes were closed as he absorbed the pain. Nikki
watched as the welt formed a ridge and darkened. The
end where the cane tip struck was colored purple.
The boy released his cheeks and they shuddered as he
leaned forward again, hands still on his head.

Miss Harris tapped the bottom cheeks again, causing the
boy to again clench his cheeks. She waited until they
relaxed, then lashed down hard with the cane, the 'whup'
of impact followed by a gasp from the boy as another red
weal formed low down,where bottom met thigh. The muscles
in his calves and thighs stood out as he went on tip toe,
his penis shaking as he moved, a drop of pre-cum hitting
the inside thigh. Tears welled up in his eyes as the
terrible sting coursed through his tender bottom.

Anabelle watched the young boy's penis. It was no longer
as hard and was just above the horizontal. The tip was
quite wet with his clear pre-cum and a drop of it hung
down, swinging from side to side. She looked at his balls,
encased in the smooth scrotum. They dangled as he moved
his hips forward in response to the stroke.

Miss Harris lashed down again. The loud 'whup' was
followed by an "Oww" from his lips. Nikki watched in
interest as the third welt formed, high up on the nude
bottom cheeks, on their upper curves. The three raised
welts were parallel. Clearly Miss Harris was an expert
with the cane. The naughty boy shook his arse from side
to side now, trying to contain the burning stripe.

Tears ran down his face now. He turned to Miss Harris.
"Miss, I'm sorry" She nodded grimly. "I'm sure you are
sorry" "This punishment will make sure of that"
She tapped his bottom again with the cane then raised it
high. It descended sharply. Another loud 'whup' then a
squeal from the naked schoolboy. He pressed his knees
togther, clenching his smarting bottom cheeks.

"Please Miss" he begged "I've had enough".
She shook her head. "I will decide when you've had enough"
"That bottom of yours needs to feel some more strokes"
"But Miss its hurting!" he said in desperation.
She watched him impassively. "Think about what you were
doing last night" "This pain is the result of such
behavior"

She rested the cane low down on his bum, watching
as the bottom cheeks clenched. She raised the cane and
held it there, waiting for him to relax.
There was a hiss as the cane came down and the 'whup'
as the flesh shuddered under the lash. He bent forward
and grabbed his swollen behind, sobbing.

"That will be two more strokes for moving" said Miss
Harris. "Back in position for the extras"
Almost a minute passed as the boy sobbed and gingerly
rubbed his wealed bottom. He placed his hands back on
his head and awaited the next stroke.

This was aimed for the upper leg, right below the
bottom. A purple weal rose immediately and he cried
out in pain. He pressed his legs together, knees bent.
Another stroke immediately followed, just below the
previous one. The welt from this merged with the one
above forming an ugly purple band. He sobbed, tears
falling on his chest and belly.

He leaned forward again, determined not to move, biting
his lip. Nikki surreptiously rubbed her teenage slit,
her panty crotch soaked, as she looked at the welted
bare buttocks on display. Anabelle stared at the long
penis jutting out, the foreskin riding forward a bit,
the tip gleaming wet. She could see the side of one
buttock, marked with livid dark red and purple weals.

Miss Harris waited. The sixth and final stroke would be
the hardest. The boy's chest heaved as he bent forward.
The sting in his bum must be quite awful she thought.
This 'senior' cane proved to be most effective.
She raised the cane and rose on tip toe, forcefully
bringing down the cane onto the upper slope of his
red wealed bottom. The crack resounded through the room.
The boy's legs twined around each other, knees bent, as
his head dropped. He gasped loudly then resumed position.

Miss Harris let him stand there, giving him time to feel
the burning stripes. She traced the welts with the tip of
the cane, running it along his bottom cheeks.
Finally she tapped the cane against his penis.
She placed it under his scrotal sac, supporting his
testicles with the rattan.

"Do you know understand not to play with this?" she asked.
The boy sobbed, nodding his head.
"Do you understand?" she repeated, emphasizing the point
by flicking the tip of the cane against his scrotum.
"Yes Miss" he said.

"Let us be sure you, and it, understands.
"Cover your testicles with your hands" she ordered.
He complied, his cock sticking out horizontally.
She raised the cane a few inches from the firm prick
and flicked her wrist downwards, striking the boy's
cock. She repeated this three times, causing the skin
there to redden. Finally she lashed down onto the head
ensuring the sensitive foreskin felt the rattan blow.
The boy grasped his tender boyhood, massaging away
the pain.

"Hands on your head she ordered. she reached down and
roughly squeezed his bottom cheeks, feeling the hard
swollen ridges with her fingers. her hands wandered
to his front, rubbing the sore penis where the cane
had struck.

She looked at the girls, who still sat, wide eyed,
taking in the scene. "Let's have breakfast shall we"
They went to the kitchen, Robert in tow. The four of
them sat around the table, the boy still nude, his
bottom hurting terribly against the hard wooden chair.

The girls discussed their history project, irritating the
boy with their chatting, his bottom smarting. He shifted
his weight from one bottom cheek to another, trying to
ease the pain. He hoped the worst of the pain would go
away by the time he bathed and dressed for the museum.
He couldn't walk around with his bum inflamed like this.

Robert stood under the shower, letting the cool water
soothe his swollen bum. He watched the water stream over
his reddened penis, cooling it.
His fingers felt the weals on his bottom. They were hard
and painful, the bruised ends very dark.

The eleven year old couldn't wait for this day, just
begun, to be over. He would be so glad to be back home.
The next time his mum had to visit his grandparents, he
would ask her to let him stay by Peter. He was sure
Peter's mum would keep him for a day or two.
There would be none of these awful canings there.

To be continued...