Robert Part 7
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 6...

The short drive to the naval museum was uncomfortable
for Robert. The eleven year old shifted about on his seat,
trying to find a position that did not aggravate his
wealed backside. Anabelle and Nikki chatted throughout,
the two teenage girls sprawled over the back seat, leaning
on one another. Miss Harris glanced over at him. "Robert,
stop figeting" she said sharply.

She parked and they walked over to the building. Inside
the lobby there were some other visitors: an elderly
man, a woman with two young children and a young couple.
They waited for their guide to arrive.

A pretty red haired young woman appeared. She wore a name
tag saying 'Heather'. She was young, only eighteen, and
was fair skinned with freckles. She wore a white blouse
and a short skirt that reached mid thigh, showing her
slender legs.

The group walked over to a large exhibit of naval cannon.
Heather pointing out how the cannon was loaded and fired.
Robert was fascinated by the large guns and even
momentarily forgot about this sore bottom. He looked
inside the cannon bore, and tried to lift up one of the
balls. It was quite heavy he found.

Next was a model of the area showing the port as it was
in the eithteenth century. It was to scale with lots of
tiny figures and ships. Next to it were paintings and
photographs from the nineteenth and early twentieth
century showing the development of the area.

They came to a large exhibit, a reproduction of portion
of a sailing ship's deck, complete with models of sailors.
Heather pointed out an object tied to a grating.
"This is a real 'cat o'nine tails', used to enforce
discipline on ships of that era." "Sailors were flogged,
sometimes receiving dozens of lashes, with this actual
cat"

She walked over to a short open barrel in which rested a
variety of rattan canes. She picked up one of them,
bending it to show how flexible it was. "These are
replicas of canes that were used on the young boys
who served on board". "A boy would be made to 'Kiss the
Gunner's Daughter' and receive six to eighteen strokes
with the rattan."

One of the children, eight year old Judy, exclaimed loudly
"They kissed?". Heather smiled. "No honey". "What it means
is that the boy would be tied to the gun" Judy looked at
her quizzingly. "But why they they call it kissing?"
Heather walked over to a nearby cannon. "Perhaps we could
illustrate the position" She looked at Robert, a wicked
grin on her face. "I see we have a young man here who is
of the right age"

Nikki prodded him forward. Heather pointed to the gun.
"Could you lie along the barrel please?" He stood there,
reluctant. The elderly man called out in encouragement
"Give it a go, laddie" He climbed on top of it. "Clasp
your hands together under the barrel" asked Heather.

He lay there arse upwards, his shorts tightening, showing
the outlines of his bottom cheeks. Heather grinned. "A
perfect illustration" "Notice how is head is against the
gun as if he is kissing it" She rested the cane against
the boy's bottom. "Also notice that this position allows
easy application of the cane." She held the cane there,
thinking how nice and firm this youngster's bum was.
Quite attractive she decided.

The elderly man, Major Cloughley, said loudly. "Careful,
lad, the lassie may whack that tight bum of yours"
They all laughed, except Robert who blushed furiously.
Their guide Heather grinned mischievously and gave the
boy a sharp tap on the bottom with the cane. He yelped,
more in surprise than pain causing even more laughter
among the onlookers.

Then Judy pointed out the dark stripe on the back of his
thighs, exposed when his shorts rode up. "Mum, look at his
legs" Judy's mother remarked approvingly. "The lad is no
stranger to a cane" Miss Harris nodded, explaining that
he had been recently punished for naughtiness.

The major nodded. "Nothing like a sound caning to correct
a youngster" "When I was a boy I got my bottom whacked
quite regularly" "Straightened me right out."
They stood there contemplating the raised welts on his
upper thighs and his fabric covered behind.

Robert climbed off the cannon, blushing at the attention.
They were all looking at him. Anabelle smirked at his
obvious embarrassment. The major gestured at the cane
in the girl's hand. "Is that also an actual artifact
from those times?" Heather shook her head. "Only a
replica" "Actually we got these from the headmaster of
the local grammar school"

They moved on to another exhibit, Robert staying at the
back of the group in a bid to avoid further notice.
He spotted a large model of a battleship in another room
and went over. He looked at the various parts, marvelling
at the detail. One turret appeared out of place, one of
its guns pointed downwards. He reached out to straighten
it. The wooden object broke in his hand. He looked around
in fright. Nobody was around. He relaxed and tried to fit
the broken piece back in place.

The group was now at a display showing the loading of
cargo in the nineteenth century. They looked at all the
photographs, reading the captions. Nikki looked around.
"Where is Robert?" Miss Harris pursed her lips. "He must
have wondered off" Heather smiled sympathetically. The
visiting children often did this. "I'll find him" she
said. She gestured to another guide, calling her over.
"Amanda, can you take them for a little while please?"

Robert inserted the gun into the turret, trying to hold it
in place. Finally he rested it against another carefully.
Heather, who had rapidly approached behind him, was just
in time to see this. She frowned. "Now what did you do?"
He tried to explain that he was only trying to fix it.
"You should have stayed with the group" she said crossly.
"How did you manage to break it?" asked the pretty
redhead. She was quite displeased. The curator,
Mr. Bainbridge would probably blame her for allowing a
visitor to handle the exhibit.

He showed her where the piece fit, then laid it on the
table next to the ship. They were interrupted by Miss
Harris. "What's going on?" She noticed the broken gun.
Heather explained what had happened. "The curator will
be quite cross. I'll probably get blamed" "It will take
hours to carve a replacement for that"

Miss Harris looked at the boy. "You had no right touching
the exhibit" He looked at the floor. "You were supposed
to be with the group" she continued angrily "How is it all
the other children are there?" She bit her lip. "This
deserves a good hiding" "Wait till we get back"

Then she recalled the exhibit with the canes. She looked
at Heather. "Dear, can I borrow one of your canes?" "We
can deal with this matter right now. I want you to see
that the boy is well punished for this"
Heather nodded and went over to retrieve the implement.
She could not decide which one to choose so picked up
three of the long rattans.

She went back to where Miss Harris and Robert stood and
led them to a nearby storeroom. "You can use in here"
Robert looked at the canes in despair. His bottom was so
sore. How could it take more punishment?

Miss Harris looked at the pretty girl, rattans in hand.
"Dear, perhaps you would like the satisfaction of
administering the cane yourself?" Heather's eyes widened.
She had spanked her two younger brothers but had never
punished a non relative or used a cane. She looked at the
handsome dark haired boy. It might be interesting to cane
his tight bum she thought. Her friends would not believe
it when she told them! She nodded. "I can give it a try".

Robert was appalled. He looked at the girl in her
short skirt, her fair skinned bare legs so attractive
to watch and her pretty freckled face framed by curly
red hair. Surely Miss Harris was only joking. His heart
sank when he realised she meant every word. Miss Harris
looked at him sternly.

Heather proferred the instruments of correction. "Which
one should I use?" Miss Harris pointed out the longest
of the three. "Let me see that." She took it in both
hands, flexing it. She whipped it though the air a few
times. The 'whoosh' it made startled Robert. "Yes, this
will do nicely" Miss Harris decided. She handed the cane
to the eighteen year old girl.

Heather held the cane. She pointed to a crate. "Perhaps
he should lean against that?" Miss Harris nodded. "Do as
she says Robert" The boy placed his hands on the edge and
leaned forward. Heather rested the cane against his
bottom, the rattan lightly brushing the fabric of his
shorts.

Miss Harris shook her head. "No dear" "A boy's caning
should be on the bare bottom" "He needs to feel the
strokes" Heather held the cane in both hands, looking
at the boy. He slipped his fingers in the waistband
of his shorts and pulled them down. He then lowered
the back of his underwear, baring his full bottom
cheeks.

"Boy, you know better than that" said Miss Harris
crossly. Robert looked at her and sighed. He lowered
his shorts and underwear to his ankles, pulling them off
and placing them on top of the crate. He again placed his
hands in position.

Heather looked on in surprise. She had not expected
the boy to be bared from the waist down. She was quite
pleased though. He had a nice rounded bum. She counted
eight distinct welts on the boy's flesh. She felt a
tingling between her legs as she viewed the nude buttocks.
The stripes made his bum even more attractive she thought.

As she stood by his side, she took a good look at his cock
which jutted out. Not bad she thought.
She tapped the cane sharply against his bottom. She
repeated the blow, glancing at the boy's teacher.

Miss Harris interrupted the procedure. "Robert, stand
over there." "Hands on your head" She took up one of the
canes. "Dear, you aren't hitting nearly hard enough"
"Boys are tough" she said. "Don't worry about bruising
his bottom. That is the intention." She showed the young
woman how to hold the cane, demonstrating the proper
technique.

"Try to twist your wrist at the end of the stroke" she
suggested. "This imparts a greater sting."
Heather imitated Miss Harris, turning her upper body as
she swung the cane, practicing the twisting of the wrist.
She looked across at Robert. He stood with one hand on his
head, the other placed strategically over his privates.
She smiled sympathetically. It must really be difficult
for the boy to have his front bared like that before a
total stranger.

"Hands on your head!" Miss Harris said sharply. She went
over to the boy and began to deliver a series of slaps to
his unprotected bum and thighs. He began to wriggle about
and her other hand grasped his cock as she continued
to smack the back of his legs very hard. Finally it was
over, the boy standing there unhappily, his erect penis
on display.

Heather looked on with interest, noting the smooth
hairless scrotum and the tip of the penis, where the
retracted foreskin had exposed it. They let the boy
remain there for a minute as the sting of the hot slaps
subsided.

Miss Harris pointed to the crate and he moved into
position. She gestured to his tee shirt. "Remove that
as well" He now stood totally naked, his hands on the
edge of the wooden crate, supporting the weight of his
upper body. "Spread your legs apart" she ordered.

Heather stood to the side of the spread eagled nude
schoolboy. She could see the red imprint of the teacher's
fingers on the boy's pale upper thighs. The redhead tapped
the rattan against his bare buttocks. She raised the cane
high in the air and swung. It lashed down, biting into his
bottom cheeks as she twisted her wrist. The fleshy mounds
shook under the impact as the crack of impact still
reverberated in her ears. The boy grimaced but made no
sound.

"Excellent stroke" remarked Miss Harris. Heather beamed.
Miss Harris lifted her hand. "Wait a while for the stroke
to sink in" They watched as a livid red tramline welt
formed over the older darkened ones.

Miss Harris ran her finger midway along his bum then
again lower down, where the bottom met thigh. "Try to
aim for this area" "The bottom is most tender there"
Heather lifted the cane again. The boy clenched his
bottom cheeks in anticipation of the stroke. She brought
the cane down forcefully onto his lower bottom. The soft
flesh there compressed briefly under the supple rattan
as it bit into the skin.

The boy squealed, his eyes watering as the stripe burned
into his under bottom. His arse shook as the second weal
rose. Heather reached down with her other hand and pressed
down on the area. It felt hot to the touch. She traced the
line of the welt with her finger, the fingernail lightly
running along the tramline. She looked up at Miss Harris.
"Satisfactory?" The teacher nodded "Quite so."

Heather readied for the next stroke. She could feel a
tingling between her lags and a slight dampness in the
crotch of her panties. She was surprised at the effect the
punishment was having on her.

She lashed down hard again. The stroke fell a little
higher up, making a loud 'whup' as it landed. The boy
grabbed his tender bottom cheeks, turning towards her
as he tried to rub away the pain. "Please Miss"

Heather was a bit surprised but pleased as the schoolboy
addressed her as 'Miss'. Miss Harris looked at her.
"You may want to give an additional stroke for moving"
Heather reached out, placing the hand holding the cane
against his lower back. The other hand held onto his cock,
as she gently turned him back into position. "If you move
again I will give you additional lashes" she said to him,
her fingertips briefly touching the soft skin of his
scrotal sac.

She whipped the cane through the air a few times, its loud
'whoosh' causing distress to the boy, his bottom clenching
involuntarily at the sound. She lined up the cane then
raised it to shoulder height. It descended swiftly,
cracking sharply against the nude buttocks. The boy
gasped, his eyes filling with tears at the searing line
across his sore bottom.

"Should I let him have a rub?" she asked Miss Harris.
"It is up to you" the teacher replied. Heather placed
the cane tip on the cleft between his bottom cheeks.
"You may rub it for a bit" The boy gratefully reached
behind to soothe his smarting backside.

As he rubbed up and down, his bare cock and balls jiggled
lewdly, much to Heather's amusement. She noted the drop
of clear pre-cum that welled up at the tip of his erect
penis.

She tapped the front of his thighs. "Back in position"
She swung hard, the cane hissed through the air, the tip
biting into the far side of the boy's right bottom cheek,
a loud 'whup' filling the room. He gasped in pain, shaking
his bottom from side to side. "Miss I've had enough" he
pleaded "I'm sorry I broke the turret."

"Just a couple more" she said gently. Heather found she
rather enjoyed this and wanted it to last a bit longer.
Miss Harris nodded approvingly. The girl was doing a fine
job. Heather waited while the burning stripe made its
presence felt, the cane behind her back. She tapped it
against her bare leg, feeling the sting of the rattan on
her fair skin.

She lashed down very hard, aiming for the midpoint of his
bare bottom. There was a satisfactory heavy 'whup' as the
cane bit down. The boy's swollen bottom cheeks shuddered
and he cried out. She waited a few seconds "You can have
another rub."

Robert's hands grabbed his stinging rump, his midsection
psuhed foward. Heather watched his protruding boyhood, a
tendril of pre-cum stretching from the tip to his pale
white inner thigh. His penis was no longer pointing
upwards, it hung horizontally now, still enlarged.
She enjoyed the laviscious scene, her eyes on his
testicles, encased in their smooth tight scrotum.

She and Miss Harris exchanged smiles. The eleven year old
was putting on quite a show as he rubbed his sore bottom.
She placed the tip of the cane on the head of his penis.
"Last stroke" The nude boy held onto the crate, his legs
spread as he braced for the last cut of the cane.

Heather rose on tip toe as she lifted the cane. It slashed
down into the sensitive underside of his bottom, already
badly wealed. The boy bent over, knees bent, and pressed
his legs together as the searing pain flowed through his
sore bottom. Tears ran openly down his cheeks.

The girl looked at Miss Harris. "I think he must be very
sorry now" The teacher smiled "Yes. His bottom must be
very sore" She looked at the naked boy. "You will stand
there with your hands on your head" "I had better check
on the girls" she told the guide. "I wanted to show them
a particular photograph you have displayed" "I believe
it is on the first floor" She left the room.

Heather and Robert stood alone in the storeroom.
The eighteen year old redhead addressed the boy. "You
really deserved that you know" "I'll be in trouble with
my boss" He sniffled, eyes watery.

She placed her hand on his nude bottom cheeks, marvelling
at how hot the skin was. She squeezed one fleshy mound.
Quite firm she thought. The weals felt like raised ridges
on the tender flesh. The hand slipped down between his
legs, her fingers gently holding onto his balls, the
smooth scrotal skin on her fingertips.

She moved her hand to his front now, rubbing the sticky
wetness of his pre-cum between her fingers. She coated the
edge of his foreskin with the clear liquid and began to
rub the head of his penis with finger and thumb.
The boy said nothing, afraid she might find an excuse to
give him additional strokes. Heather continued to rub the
nude schoolboy, his cock rising as she stroked it.

More pre-cum covered the penis tip and she used it to
rub along the shaft. She pulled his foreskin up and down
as she rubbed the swollen head of his cock, noticing that
hs thrust his hips forward as she masturbated him.

Robert looked down at the bending eighteen year old girl,
her smooth pale thighs exposed to his gaze. The horrid
sting in his bum and the pleasant tingling in his cock,
a strange combination of sensations to the preteen boy.

She could hear his breathing now as his hips bucked. She
felt his smooth prick throb suddenly. He climaxed, a
quantity of clear ejaculate spilling over her hand.
She smiled, rubbing the liquid on his pale thighs and
wealed dark red bottom.

Heather stood up, her crotch damp. She left the boy in the
storeroom and went to find Amanda. Robert stood alone in
the room. He felt it was safe to move his hands and he
reached behind to rub his smarting backside. He felt the
swollen ridges. They were hard, rough to the touch.
He briefly wiped away the wetness on his limp penis.

He placed his hands back on his head and waited. Miss
Harris returned for him after about fifteen minutes,
Anabelle and Nikki in tow. The two fourteen year olds
smirked at his naked state. They all watched as he
dressed.

They drove back to the cottage to pack. The three hour
ride home was pleasant for the girls as they talked with
Miss Harris. Robert said nothing looking out of the window
and sulking. He was quite happy to see his mother had
returned. He gave her a hug as he entered the house.
"How was your trip?" she asked. "Ok" he replied, going
upstairs to his room.

A few minutes later he heard his mother's voice again.
"Robert, come down here please" He found her in the
kitchen. She looked at her son. "I've just talked with
Miss Harris" "She tells me you had to be caned twice"
She raised one eyebrow. "I understand you broke an exhibit
at the museum." She paused "Also, you were playing with
your willy in front of two girls?"

"It wasn't really like that" he protested, his face red.
She stopped him "Shh." "Let me have a look" He turned
around and peeled down his shorts and underpants at the
back. His mother reached down and pulled them lower to
mid thigh so she could see the marks on his upper legs.
"Quite a hiding" she remarked. "Still, your uncles got
similar ones from Grandpa and at school" "Hope you
learnt a lesson from it" She smacked his sore bottom.
"You're lucky I don't give you some more with the strap"
"It is quite embarassing to hear of your misbehavior"
"I expect better behavior from you"

She glanced down at his bare cock. It had grown since
the last time she saw it. No hair yet she noted. She
tousled his dark hair. Robert pulled up his shorts and
went back upstairs. He lay on his bed, face down, thinking
of the past few days.

To be continued...