Robert Part 8
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 7...

That night, Robert lay in bed thinking of Heather.
The pretty redhead had unashamedly masturbated him and he
had found the experience quite pleasurable. The prior
caning had not been pleasant at all but that, of course,
had been under the guidance of Miss Harris.

He lay on his side, one hand stroking his erect cock.
He imagined it was Heather stroking it as she had done
earlier. The soreness in his bum accentuated the tingling
in his young penis and it was not long before he achieved
orgasm. The boy drifted off to sleep, his mind filled with
images of the beautiful redhead.

The next evening he went over to Peter's house.
Mrs. Robinson had agreed to let him sleep over and his
mother had given her consent. The boys played for a while
before supper. Peter's sister Margaret poked her head in
Peter's room and decided to join them. She was eleven, the
same age as Robert, blonde like her brother and quite cute.
Peter suggested the three play a game of cards and the
children sat cross legged on the floor in his room.

Robert sat across from Margaret. He found himself glancing
at her tanned bare legs and feet. He was surprised when
Margaret suggested a penalty for the loser of each round.
The loser she said, should get a spanking, six whacks with
a hairbrush. Peter agreed readily and Robert realised the
siblings had probably played for such stakes before.
Robert said yes as well, thinking that he would rather
enjoy spanking Margaret.

Peter lost first and the winner, Margaret, had him lie
across her lap for the six whacks. Robert was somewhat
shocked to see him pull down his shorts, his bare bottom
upwards in her lap. The faint marks from a caning
decorated the nude bottom cheeks which turned pink as she
administered three solid whacks with the hairbrush on each
cheek.

The next round saw Peter lose again. This time Robert was
the winner and he got to administer the spanking. Peter's
bottom reddened under the impact of the brush. On the next
round it was Robert who lost. Margaret grinned, taking up
the hairbrush. She found the dark haired boy to be quite
attractive and relished the chance to spank his bare bum.
Robert hesitated, thinking that this maybe wasn't such a
good idea after all. He would have to bare his behind for
this pretty girl. Still, he reasoned, she too would be
exposed when it was her turn.

Robert decided to get it over with, laying on her lap with
the backs of his shorts pulled down, baring his bottom.
Margaret inspected the state of his behind. The marks
from the cane were quite fresh. She hit him sharply with
the brush, harder than she had struck her brother.
The second whack was administered to the same location,
causing a bright red patch on the marked bottom cheek.
The third and fourth whacks were delivered to the other
buttock. Robert squirmed on the girls lap, his bottom was
beginning to smart. The last two were given on each bottom
cheek in succession, she raised the brush high in the air
and the bare flesh shuddered under the loud impact.

Margaret had taken the opportunity to place her hand on
his bottom cheeks as she spanked him with the brush.
She loved the feel of the boy's firm round bum. It was
quite different spanking this boy's bum than her own
brother's. Much more enjoyable she thought.

Robert got off the girl's lap and pulled up the back of
his shorts. He sat back down, a warm tingling in his bum.
The sensation of lying in the eleven year old girl's lap
with his arse exposed had been quite exciting. His penis
had become erect and he quickly adjusted the front of his
shorts in an attempt to hide the fact.

Margaret looked directly at him. "Did you get those
stripes from your headmaster?" He shook his head,
explaining that Miss Harris was responsible. She
looked across at her brother. "Peter often gets the stick
from her" "She is really strict with you boys isn't she?"
"I met her once but she was really nice to me."

"Yes" he replied. "She really likes to use the cane"
"Hurts like hell"  Margaret smiled. "I'm glad girls
don't get the cane" "It must really be awful to get your
bum hurt with the stick" Robert nodded. "Its worse if you
get it on the bare and have to remove your trousers"

"Do you have to take them completely off?" asked Margaret.
"Underpants too?" Her face lit up at the thought. She
looked at her brother. "Peter, have you ever got it like
that?" The boy remembered his hiding from Miss Evans.
"Yes, once." Robert confided that his last caning had been
completely nude. Her eyes widened. "Ooh, that must be
something" "How could you stand being completely bare like
that?"

Her eyes fell on the bulge in his shorts. She would love
to see more of this cute boy she thought.
"My brother often gets stiff when his willy is exposed"
she said, matter-of-factly. "Does the same happen to you
when you have to be bare nude for the cane?"

Robert blushed but nodded. Peter turned red. Just then
Peter's mother called them down to eat and the game ended
abruptly. As they ate, Margaret suddenly turned to her
mother. "Mum, did you know that Robert is acquainted with
Miss Harris from Peter's school?" "He even got the cane
from her, bare!" she said excitedly. Miss Robinson smiled.
"So Robert, you and Peter have another thing in common"
"I can't fault Miss Harris though." "Boys are such a
handful" "I would probably use a cane too if I had to deal
with a classful of naughty boys"

After the meal, Margaret helped her mother with the
washing up and the boys went upstairs. They read Peter's
latest comics for a while before changing into their
pajamas and climbing into bed. Robert was disappointed
that Margaret had gone for her bath and the game would
not resume.

Later that night the boys lay awake in Peter's bed.
The house was quiet and Robert could hear his friend's
breathing. He thought of Margaret, slipping his hand down
the front of his pajama bottoms to grip his willy.
He quickly pulled his hand away as Peter turned.
The other boy smiled and reached down to hold Robert's
cock through the pajama fabric. Robert offered no
resistance as his friend knelt between his legs, pulling
down his pajama bottom.

Peter took hold of the other boy's erect penis, slowly
stroking from the tip to halfway down the shaft.
Robert closed his eyes as the pleasant tingling suffused
through his cock. He imagined it was Margaret kneeling
there.

Robert held his breath in as he felt Peter's mouth engulf
one of his smooth testicles. The boy's mouth now moved up,
sucking on Robert's hard cock, his tongue running along
the sensitive underside and the tip. He continued doing
this until Robert climaxed, ejaculating into his mouth.
They switched places, Robert now pleasuring his friend.
Peter's body stiffened as he came, his semen landing
on Robert's chest and the sheets. The boys happily lay
side by side in the bed, the bedclothes damp with
perspiration and were soon asleep.

Three weeks passed without incident until one day when
Robert had just come home from school. He parked himself
in front of the television, eating a slice of cake.
He looked up as his mother entered the room. "Dear, I'm
going out with Lisa... Miss Harris, this evening."
"She has arranged for one of her pupils to babysit so
you won't be alone"

"A babysitter?" "I'm too old for that!" protested the
preteen boy. His mother smiled. "Don't be silly dear"
"You're only eleven" "I can't leave you alone here for the
entire evening" She went upstairs leaving the incredulous
schoolboy to his own devices.

A few hours later Mrs. Peterson answered the door. Two
girls stood there. "Hello Mrs. Peterson" said the first,
a pretty blond with long hair that hung freely. "I'm
Anabelle" Robert's mother smiled. "Hello dear" She
looked over at the second teenager. "I was only expecting
one of you" Anabelle introduced her friend, an attractive
short haired brunette. "This is Nikki" "She's keeping me
company today" "You're getting two of us for the price of
one" piped in the other girl. Mrs. Peterson grinned.
"Lucky me!"

They went into the kitchen. Robert was there, having a
drink of water. His eyes opened wide when he saw the two
girls. "Mum, they can't babysit me!" "I'm almost as old as
they are" he sputtered.

"I'm almost fourteen" corrected Anabelle crossly. Mrs.
Peterson hushed her son. "They're older than you dear"
"Besides, girls mature much earlier than boys" "They're
much more responsible"

Robert was unconvinced. "Mum, please.." he pleaded.
"That is quite enough" snapped his mother, losing patience
with the child. "These girls are looking after you and that
is final" She looked at the two teenagers. "Don't take any
cheek from him" "You two are in charge" "Don't be afraid to
smack his behind if he gives any trouble" The girls nodded
dutifully.

Mrs. Peterson left soon after and Robert was now at the
mercy of the two teenagers. He tried to avoid them, going
up to his room to read some comics. A few minutes later he
was interrupted by Anabelle.

"You're still in your school uniform" said the girl. "Time
for a bath" "It is getting late" Robert got up and went to
the bathroom, not wanting to give the girls an excuse to
spank him. He was surprised when Anabelle followed him
inside. "Miss Harris said we should make sure you clean
yourself properly" explained the pretty blond.

"I bathe by myself" said Robert forcefully. He waited but
the girl didn't leave. She was soon joined by Nikki.
Robert crossed his arms and waited. He was rewarded with
a sharp smack to his bare thigh from Anabelle. "Get those
clothes off now" said the girl. The pink imprint of her
fingers now decorated his leg.

Robert refused to budge, biting his lip. "I think we need
to use a belt on his behind" said Nikki. The boy
reluctantly began to disrobe, finally standing there in
his white cotton briefs. He looked pleadingly at the girls
but there was no respite. "Hurry up" said Nikki. "No need
to be shy" "We've seen everything you have before"

Robert peeled down his underwear then got into the shower.
The girls kept the curtain open as they stood there
observing him. He turned his front away, letting the water
cascade down his body.

He turned down the water, lathering his hands with the
soap, acutely aware of the two pairs of eyes on his body.
He soaped his chest, turning away from the stares of the
teenage girls. "Hand over the soap" said Anabelle. He
reluctantly passed it to her. "Turn around" said the girl.
She reached out with her soapy hands and began to lather
his genitals. The feel of her fingers on his scrotum and
penis caused the boy to blush deeply. He held in his
breath and she continued to soap his cock, skinning back
the foreskin to clean the head.

Anabelle loved the feel of the eleven year old's penis in
her hands. She had no brothers and had only seen those of
a few boys. This was her first opportunity to feel a real
boy's cock and she relished it. Her ministrations caused
it to rapidly harden and she was amazed at how its size
changed. The foreskin retracted and she had easier access
to the swollen head. Her other hand soaped the boy's
testicles.

She felt a nudge from Nikki and turned the boy around.
She soaped his back then lathered behind his ears
thoroughly. Nikki now took the soap, massaging the boy's
bottom cheeks and soaping the cleft.

Her fingers passed along his puckered bum hole and further
between his legs, gripping the soapy scrotal sac.
Nikki now turned the boy to face her.
His cock pointed straight up. She soaped his legs, the
feel of her hands on his inner thighs causing even more
distress to the boy. His willy throbbed and he hoped it
would be spared further attention.

Nikki wanted a feel though and she gripped the shaft with
one hand, the other on the boy's pale bottom. She began
to stroke the head up and down. Robert felt the throbbing
become more intense as she rubbed his cock with her soapy
hand.

She stopped abruptly, moving to the other unsoaped parts
of his body. Finally she smacked his slippery bottom.
"Wash off" He turned back on the shower. Nikki left but
Anabelle remained until he finished, handing him a towel.
He dried himself off while she watched.

They walked back to his room. Robert dropped the towel on
the floor, now quite accustomed to being bare before the
girl. Nikki returned, the pretty dark haired girl opening
his closet. She found what she was looking for, wrapping
the end of one of his leather belts around her hand.
"You were warned about giving problems" she said.

He stood there frightened as she walked towards him.
"Bend over your desk" she ordered. "When we tell you to do
something, we expect you to obey" From her tone he knew
that arguing would only make things worse. He moved his
chair away and bent over the desk, hands at his side.

"Place your hands on the desk" ordered Nikki. He rested
his arms on the desktop, his pale bottom now unprotected.
Nikki raised the belt, then lashed it down onto the nude
bottom cheeks. A bright red band formed immediately.

"Oww" cried the boy as the belt stung his tender behind.
The leather cracked down again, in the same spot, causing
him to shake his bottom from side to side.
The girl now aimed lower down, the bottom cheeks
shuddering as they were struck on their underside. The
boy reached behind to rub his smarting backside. Nikki
brought the belt down on the back of his hands and he
quickly withdrew them. The final blow was given right in
the middle of his buttocks, the pain causing him to
squeal. He got up, hands gripping his sore behind.
The girls looked on with satisfaction at the teary eyed
youngster. He rubbed his bottom, not caring that his
cock jiggled openly. The girls, amused at the display, sat
on his bed and watched as he dressed in front of them.

The next hour was uneventful. They watched some television
then prepared some sandwiches for his dinner. As he
finished eating, Anabelle ordered him upstairs. "Time for
bed" He offered no resistance. She supervised him as he
brushed his teeth, making him stick out his tongue to
ensure it was clean. He returned to his room to change.
Anabelle found a bottle of hand lotion and followed him.

She sat on his bed as he undressed. "Come here" she said,
inspecting the bottom of the naked boy. The bruise from
the belt had darkened. "Does it hurt?" she asked gently.
He nodded. "It's still sore" She had him lie across her
lap and began to rub a little lotion into his bottom
cheeks.

His long cock hung between her bare thighs. The feel of
his skin against hers excited him and his penis stirred.
She rubbed the soothing lotion into his bruised bum,
feeling the hardening boy cock against her leg.

She made him stand up in front of her. His cock was almost
horizontal, the foreskin beginning to retract. The pretty
blond studied the rampant organ. She wanted to play with
it some more but was unsure how to proceed. She no longer
had the excuse of cleaning it.

She watched as his penis stiffened, pointing upwards. His
ball sack tightened, drawing his testicles up.
"Did the soap irritate your willy?" she asked. The boy
said nothing, embarrassed by his state. "I think it did"
she said. "A little lotion should soothe things"

She poured a dollup of the lotion on her palm and began
to rub it into the boy's cock, stroking the entire length
of the shaft. She then began to concentrate on the tip,
rubbing the swollen head. The rocking of the boy's hips
pleased her. She continued to masturbate him and was
rewarded with a spurt of clear fluid on her fingers as
he came.

"Oops" she said. "We had a little accident" "Can't be
helped I suppose, your willy must be sensitive because
of the soap" She made him put on his pajamas, still
pretending that the orgasm was accidental. In the unlikely
event that he mentioned this to his mother, this would be
her side of the story.

She tucked the boy in, turning off the light as she left.
She joined Nikki downstairs to await the return of Mrs.
Peterson and Miss Harris.

The following saturday, Peter came over to Robert's house.
The two youngsters played for a while in his room. Peter
had brought over some of his matchbox cars and they raced
them on the floor, using some blocks to improvise a track.

Mrs. Peterson opened the door "Dear, I need to pop over to
the shops for a few minutes" "I won't be very long."
She left and Peter looked across at his friend. "Your mum
won't be back for a little while" He lowered his hand to
his crotch. "How about we wank off together?" He got up,
kicking off his shoes and pulling his shorts down. Robert
watched his friend's flacid cock swing lewdly as he peeled
off his white briefs.

"My mum has a new fashion magazine" said Robert excitedly.
"Some of the girls in it are just in their underwear"
"They're really nice... want to watch that while we rub
our willies?"
Peter smiled and Robert went downstairs to retrieve the
magazine. He heard a knock on the front door and opened
it. Elizabeth stood there with another girl from his
school. The ten year old smiled and walked right in.
"I suppose you know Jenny" "She is in my class"

Robert stood awkwardly at the door. He had seen Jenny
around school but had never spoken to her. She had short
blonde hair and was very pretty. He wondered why she was
here with Elizabeth.

Elizabeth smiled at the boy. "I've told Jenny all about
our little arrangment" "She is here to assist me"
Robert was horrified. The ten year old niece of Miss
Harris had caught him masturbating into her aunt's
stockings and had taken a picture of him. He had been
forced to let her punish him and play with his willy.
Now she had brought a friend along. This was really
going too far he thought. There was no way he could
allow this.

"Come in Jenny" said Elizabeth. The other girl closed
the door behind her and contemplated the handsome eleven
year old boy in front of her. She had not believed it when
Elizabeth had told her about Robert, how she had caught
him and had fooled him into believing she had taken a
picture with a broken camera.

"It isn't fair" said Robert. "You said you would punish
me" "You never said anything about another person"
Elizabeth smirked. "Oh, shut up." "Either you do as we say
or I show the picture to my aunt"

"I hope you kept the hair clips I left here" she said. She
began walking up the stairs. "We might as well begin"
"Is your mum around?" "I didn't see her car outside"
Robert stood there in a daze. He would have to endure the
painful attentions of two girls now. This was just horrid.
Suddenly he remembered Peter.

Elizabeth stood in the doorway to Robert's room. She
could not believe her eyes. A boy sat on the floor, shorts
and underwear at his side, his hand on his cock. The blond
haired boy panicked when he saw her. He grabbed his
clothing and covered himself up, his face turning red.
He had not heard the girls arrive downstairs, preoccupied
as he was with wanking off.

"So that is what you boys get up to" said the precocious
schoolgirl. "I wonder what Mrs. Peterson will say when I
tell her what you two have been doing" The boy stammered
"We..we weren't doing anything", his face turning red with
embarassment. "Anyway you can't prove a thing"

"Really?" replied Elizabeth. "How will you explain how I
know what your willy looks like?" "And isn't that a birth
mark there?" she asked, pointing at his groin. Peter
looked down at the small birth mark just above his
genitals, adjusting his rolled up briefs in a futile
attempt to shield his entire groin. He wondered what he
could do. Robert's mother would surely report Elizabeth's
story to his mum and the adults would then know it was
true. He could not begin to imagine how he would explain
to his mother what he was doing in Robert's bedroom. She
would guess they played with each other's bodies. She
might even ban him from coming over again.

"Of course, we can keep this to ourselves" began Elizabeth
"We can come to an arrangement" The boy looked at her.
Robert had told him about her blackmail and he had found
the tale quite exciting. He had wished he could have
observed the Robert's ordeal. Being the subject of her
blackmail himself was a bit different though. He felt a
little trepidation at his position.

"An arrangement?" he asked. "Like with Robert?"
The girl's eyebrows raised. "Ah, you know about that?"
"Well, yes." "Just like Robert" She smiled wickedly.
Peter realized he had no choice. Their mothers would
believe Elizabeth. He also felt a secret thrill at the
prospect of being punished by this girl. He often played
spanking games with his sister and had enjoyed initiating
Robert into their fun. The 'arrangement' might not be too
bad he thought.

He nodded "OK." Robert and Jenny had come upstairs and
were witness to the deal. Elizabeth pointed to Robert.
"Both of you, strip" Robert shook his head. "My mum will
be back soon" "We can't do this now" Just then they heard
Mrs. Peterson's car in the driveway.

Elizabeth looked at Jenny. "My aunt is gone for the day
and I have my key" "We can use her house"
Peter pulled on his shorts and the four children went
downstairs. Elizabeth greeted Robert's mother. "Hi, Mrs.
Peterson" "We came to ask Robert over to play a game of
monopoly with us"

"Have fun dears" said Mrs. Peterson. The children left,
Robert and Peter trailing the girls as they went next
door. Elizabeth often spent time there and had her own
room in her aunt's house.

To be continued...