Paul and the Farmer Chapter 10
  By Subboy Paul
  Subboy_paul@hotmail.com
  
  copyright 2003 by Subboy Paul, all rights reserved
  
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  Paul stayed in on the Tuesday, determined not to see any
  of the girls again.  On Wednesday he said good by to his
  uncle and Aunt and caught the train for school.
  
  Paul soon settled back into school life and began to
  think less of the traumas of his summer holiday.  As
  September past into October he continued to work hard, by
  November he was looking forward to spending the Christmas
  holidays with his parents.  Little did he know that
  things were not working out well for him.
  
  In the mean time things were not working out too well for
  Jason.  Sally and Mandy had spanked, strapped and caned
  him several times over the three weeks following their
  neat capture of him.  On a couple of occasions they had
  tied him up.  Each time either one of the girls had made
  him cum or they had made him make himself cum.  Jason was
  beginning to get used to his position.  He obediently
  stripped off his clothes when he arrived at the farm and
  accepted the fact that he had to serve the girls drinks
  and let them punish him for no reason what so ever.  He
  was petrified that the girls would show his friends the
  pictures they had taken of him.
  
  One afternoon things were to go from bad to worse for
  Jason.  He had stripped and served drinks when Sally
  announced she wanted to tie him up.  Mandy produced some
  rope and they tied his arms to a hook in one of the beams
  in the lounge ceiling.  They then tied his feet to either
  end of a broom handle.  Sally had given him six hard
  strokes with the belt when the doorbell rang.  Mandy left
  the room and went to the door.  Jason heard the sound of
  female voices.  "You're just in time."  Mandy said to
  whoever was at the door.  "Come in and see."
  
  Jason pulled at the ropes in panic.  "Please no."  He
  begged to Sally.  "Don't let anyone else see me."
  
  Sally said nothing, any way it would have been too late. 
  Helen and Sam, the two thirteen-year-old girls who had
  trapped Paul into letting them 'play' with him, walked in
  to the lounge and got a back view of Jason tied up with
  his backside showing the effects of the six strokes Sally
  had given him with the strap.
  
  "Say hello to Helen and Sam."  Mandy said to Jason.
  
  The two new comers passed either side of the naked tied
  up fifteen-year-old and took a good look at his front. 
  "Well, he's quite big, isn't he?"  Commented Sam, looking
  directly at Jason's prick.
  
  "Hello Jason."  Said Helen.  "It's nice to see so much of
  you, I've seen you around school and often wondered what
  you would look like without you're clothes.  Well now I
  know."  She continued as, like her chubby friend she
  looked directly at his penis.  Jason went red with
  embarrassment as the two girls visually examined his
  naked body.  "Are you going to let him serve us drinks
  before we have a go with the strap?"  She asked Mandy. 
  "Or can we strap him tied where he is?"
  
  "Oh I think you can have a go with the strap first,
  unless you're very thirsty."  Mandy replied.
  
  For the next hour or so the four girls ordered Jason
  about and strapped and caned him before making him make
  him self off for them.  Jason went home that afternoon in
  despair and absolutely humiliated, 'surly,' the thought
  to himself, 'things cannot get much worse.'  How wrong
  could he be!
  
  Over the next few weeks Sally and Mandy gradually
  increased the number of girls who joined the in Jason's
  punishment.  By the end of November all eight girls who
  had been at Sally's birthday party had had the pleasure
  of dealing with Jason as had four of Mandy's friends. 
  Jason had no option but to allow the girls to do just
  what they wanted with him, he even accepted the knowing
  looks the girls gave him at school.
  
  Jason's next problem happened about a week before the
  Adams' were to move house.  As usual he was stripped
  naked and had served Mandy, Sally and three of their
  friends drinks.  The girls had tied him over the dining
  table and had begun to cane him.  He had four nice red
  cane marks on his bare backside when he heard someone
  come in the house.  "Hi girls."  He heard Julie shout.
  
  Jason really panicked.  "That's your Mum."  He said. 
  'What's she going to do when she finds me in here all
  nude being caned by five girls?'  He thought to himself.
  'I'm done for now, I'm in real trouble, but at least it
  will get me out of this humiliating and painful
  position.'  "Please keep her busy while someone lets me
  go." The naked fifteen-year-old boy begged of the girls.
  
  "Hi Mum, we're in the dining room."  Mandy shouted back.
  
  'What's she doing?'  Jason thought.  'She mustn't come in
  here.'  "Please no!"  It was too, late Julie walked into
  the room.  Jason went red with embarrassment and tried to
  hide his face from the mature woman whose daughters he
  had been entertaining for last few weeks.
  
  "That looks like four well placed strokes you've given
  him."  Julie said without any surprise in her voice. 
  "I'm glad to see such skill."  Julie walked round the
  table and lifted Jason's face to that he was looking up
  at her.  "Hello Jason, I've heard a lot about you.  It's
  nice to see the girls getting the better of a boy." 
  Turning to the girls she added.  "I can see you're
  enjoying yourselves so I'll leave you to it."  With that
  Julie left the room.  Jason's hopes of ending his
  relationship left with her.
  
  Julie Adams had managed to sell the farm and had bought a
  smallholding quite close to Paul's Uncle and Aunt's
  house.  Julie, who already knew Paul's relatives, made it
  her business to become better acquainted with them. 
  "Your nephew, Paul, spent quite a lot of time at the
  farm."  She told Paul's Aunt one day.  "He was a great
  help around the place and the girls got on well with him. 
  If he's ever visiting again he would be more than
  welcome."
  "That's nice to hear."  Replied Paul's Aunt.  "We were
  worried that he wouldn't have anything to do on his own,
  and you know how boys get up to no good when they have
  nothing to do.  We think he may be back for Christmas, it
  looks as if his parents may have to stay abroad longer
  than they thought."
  
  At the beginning of December Paul received a letter from
  his parents telling him that they would not be home for
  Christmas and that he would have to go to his Aunt and
  Uncle's for the three weeks holiday.  Paul was
  devastated.  He could think of nothing but those girls. 
  He knew he would have to keep out of their way, which
  meant staying in the house most of the time.
  
  Paul's Aunt met him at the railway station in town and
  set off driving him back to the village.  "You remember
  Mrs Adams."  She said.  Paul's heart sank.  "Well she's
  been asking after you.  She said you had been very
  helpful on the farm and she would be happy to see you
  during the holidays."  Paul just listened, unable to say
  anything while his Aunt carried on.  "She has bought the
  place on the corner of that lane that goes down to the
  woods.  She said that there is quite a bit of work to do
  and you might be able to help."
  
  The next morning Paul set off for the short walk to the
  Adams' new house.  It didn't take him long and he soon
  found himself knocking at the door.  Julie opened the
  door.  "Hello" she said, "you've grown since the summer. 
  That school of yours must feed you well.  Come in, it's
  nice to see you again."
  
  "Hello Mrs Adams, it's nice to be back."  Paul lied.
  
  "The girls are still at school, but they are looking
  forward to seeing you.  They enjoyed the summer, you made
  quite an impression on them."
  
  Paul went in.  He was sure the girls had made an
  impression on him, at least on his bottom.  He had hoped
  that they wouldn't have the chance to make any more
  impressions, but something inside him told him he
  wouldn't be that lucky.
  
  "There's a lot to do."  Julie said to the young boy.  "We
  only moved in last Friday and the house had been left in
  a bit of a mess.  The old lady who had lived here for the
  past fifty years died and the family just sold the house. 
  Today I want to clear the big room at the back.  I think
  the old lady had just dumped stuff there.  Most of the
  stuff we will just put in the skip."
  
  Paul followed Julie through the house to a large room at
  the back of the house.  Julie was right it did look like
  a tip.  The room seemed to be full of boxes and old bags
  Paul couldn't see much furniture and everything was
  covered in dust.  He was glad he had worn some old
  clothes, he remembered Julie's solution to him not
  getting his clothes dirty when he was cleaning the cow
  shed.  "I don't think there is anything of value in any
  of these old cardboard boxes."  She said waving her hands
  in the general direction of the room.  "You can just take
  them out to the skip, that should keep you busy for a
  while.  Give me a shout when you've move them and I'll
  come and see what we can do next."
  
  For over an hour Paul carried boxes out and through them
  into the skip.  He had nearly finished when Julie came to
  see how he was doing.  "Wow! you've done really well.  At
  least now we can see what's in the room."  Now that Paul
  had moved most of the boxes they could see just how big
  the room was.  Down one side was a large window with old
  curtains shutting out the light.  Julie walked over to
  them and pulled them down.  Suddenly the room was filled
  with light.  "Now that's better.  The room looks more
  inviting already.  Let's have a drink and let the dust
  settle then we can make a start on those four cupboards. 
  I've not even opened them so I've no idea what's in them,
  it could be quite an adventure."
  
  Paul followed Julie into the kitchen.  He couldn't
  believe he had been at the house over an hour and was
  still fully clothed.  'Maybe what happened during the
  summer is over and done with.'  He thought to himself. 
  'At least being here is giving me something to do and,
  when the girls finish school I'll have someone to be
  with.'  Julie handed Paul a large glass of orange and
  offered him some cake, which he ate.
  
  "Have you had a good term at school?"  Julie asked.  "I
  hope you've been behaving your self."
  
  "Oh, yes.  It's been a good term.  I've done quite well
  in my lessons and I've even run for the school cross
  country team."  Paul replied proudly.
  
  "I hope you didn't jump over any walls when you were out
  running, I know you do that sometimes."
  
  "No, I've learnt my lesson about walls, thank you."
  
  "I'm glad to hear it, how about the rest of your
  behaviour, have you had any detentions, or do they still
  use corporal punishment?"
  
  "I've had a couple of detentions, and yes they do use the
  strap and the cane still, but I've not been caned at
  school."
  
  "So you've had the strap then?"  Julie pressed.
  
  "Yes, just a couple of times in class, but most of the
  boys cop it some time or another."  He replied, trying to
  play it down.  "You've obviously been busy, selling the
  farm and moving here."  He added, in an attempt to change
  the subject.
  
  Julie saw how uncomfortable Paul was about the subject of
  his punishments and decided to let the subject lay
  dormant for a while and bring it up latter.  "Yes it's
  been a busy few weeks, but there's still much to do so
  let's get back to work."
  
  Paul and Julie went back to the large room.  The dust had
  settled and Paul could see that the floor was raised at
  one end. "You take those last few boxes out and I'll have
  a look at what's in the cupboards."  Julie said.  Paul
  took the boxes to the skip.  By the time Paul had moved
  all of the boxes Julie had investigated the cupboards. 
  "This one just contains rubbish."  She said to Paul.  "So
  you can put it all into those plastic bags and skip it. 
  This one has old toys in it so you can put them in boxes. 
  I'll sort out the other two later."
  
  Julie left Paul to get on with the job.  He filled
  several bags with papers and bits and pieces from the
  first cupboard, these he took out and through into the
  skip.  When he opened the second cupboard his eyes popped
  out, just as Julie had said it was full of old toys. 
  There were dolls and cars, old wooden building blocks, a
  clockwork train set and a lovely wooden fort with
  brightly painted lead solders.  Despite being fourteen
  years old Paul couldn't help himself and set the fort up
  on the floor and began to play with the solders.
  
  Paul was still playing when Julie came back into the
  room.  "Do you like playing with toy solders?"  She asked
  making Paul jump.
  
  "Um yes, they are really lovely, but I suppose I'm a bit
  too old to be playing with solders, sorry I'll put them
  away."  Julie said nothing but an idea was forming in her
  mind.  Paul carefully packed the solders into their box
  and continued to empty the cupboard.
  
  By lunch time the first two cupboards were empty.  "We'll
  have lunch then take the old furniture outside so that we
  can burn it tomorrow."  Julie announced.  "You had better
  wash in the down stairs bathroom, you're filthy!  I'll
  see you in the kitchen in a few minutes, I've made some
  sandwiches for us."
  
  Paul washed and went to the kitchen where he found Julie
  had prepared a large plate of ham and tomato sandwiched
  and cut some nice large slices of cake.  As they sat
  eating their lunch Julie asked Paul more questions about
  his school.  She was careful to avoid the subject of
  punishment at school she wanted to make Paul think that
  subject wouldn't come up again.
  
  Eventually Julie said. "Ok, it's time to get back to
  work, let's shift some furniture."  They spent the next
  hour and a half taking the old cupboards and chairs out
  into the field at the back of the house and making a
  bonfire.  There were a few pieces of furniture, including
  a large black leather sofa with two matching chairs that
  Julie wanted to keep, these they moved to the raised end
  of the room where there was an examination couch like a
  doctor uses.  Having cleared the furniture from the
  bottom half of the room Julie and Paul rolled up the old
  carpet and added that to the bonfire.  They had just
  finished, and Paul was about to go home after arranging
  to be back at the house at half past one the next day
  when the girls came home.
  
  "Hello," Sally said, "it's nice to see you again, Mum
  said you were coming back over the Christmas holidays. 
  Will you be coming over to play with us? Or should I say
  will you be coming over for us to play with you?"  She
  giggled.
  
  "Hi, um er I don't know what I'm doing.  I was on my way
  home after helping your Mum.  So good-buy."  Paul replied
  as he left the house.
  
  "Oh dear, he did seem flustered."  Said Julie.  "You
  certainly know how to embarrass a boy don't you.  I hope
  he will come back tomorrow afternoon I've got lots for
  him to do, and I've an idea for some entertainment."  She
  added with a smile as she left her two daughters
  wondering what their mother had in mind for Paul.
  
  The next day Paul arrived a few minutes late.  Julie said
  nothing about his time keeping.  "I've put some paper in
  the bottom of the bonfire."  She said.  "All we have to
  do it to put a match to it and watch it burn.  Do you
  want to start the fire or shall I?"
  
  "I'll do it."  Paul offered as he took the matches off
  Julie.  Paul lit the paper and soon the old furniture and
  the other rubbish was blazing away.
  
  "While we've got a good fire going we may as well burn
  some of the rubbish from the garden."  Julie said.  "Come
  on help me tidy up and through it on the fire."
  
  For the next two hours Paul worked away feeding the fire
  with rubbish from the garden.  At some point during the
  afternoon Julie disappeared inside leaving Paul working
  away.  When she came back out she had a drink for him. 
  "You must be thirsty."  She said as she offered Paul the
  drink.  Paul gratefully took the drink and began to
  drink.  "I've just been on the phone to your Aunt." 
  Julie said.  "I arranged for you stay for tea, I'm sure
  the fire will still be burning for some time and I don't
  want to leave it unattended."  Paul nearly choked on his
  drink, he didn't want to be at the house any longer than
  necessary once the girls arrived home.  "Your Aunt said
  that you might as well stay until about ten as your Uncle
  and her are going out."  Paul's heart sunk.
  
  "But I've only got these cloths," he said, "and they are
  very dirty."  He realised this may have been a mistake. 
  "I'll have to go home and change."  He quickly added.
  
  "Oh, it'll be ok," Julie said with a grin, "I'm sure I
  can find you something to wear."
  
  Paul didn't like the sound of that, but what could he do? 
   
  
  Paul stayed outside looking after the bonfire until it
  was almost dark.  He knew the girls had got home from
  school some time ago and didn't really want to go in even
  though he knew that he was only delaying the time until
  he had to see them.
  
  "Come in now and get cleaned up."  Julie called from
  inside the house.  Paul left the fire and went in.  "Go
  up stairs and have a shower.  I've put some 'boy's'
  clothes in the bathroom for you to change into once
  you're clean."  She added as Paul entered the house. 
  "Don't be too long, I'm cutting some cake and the girls
  will eat it all if you're not quick."
  
  Paul was somewhat relieved that Julie had got some boy's
  clothing for him to wear.  He had been worrying as to
  what he was going to be expected to wear, he remembered
  being dressed in girl's thing before and he felt very
  embarrassed by it.  Paul went up to the bathroom, locked
  the door and had a shower.  When he had dried himself he
  looked at the pile of clothes Julie had put out for him
  and his heart sunk.  They were boy's clothes as Julie had
  said, but they were the type of clothes a boy would have
  worn over fifty years ago.  Julie had found the clothes
  in one of the cupboards on the previous day and had an
  idea that they may come in useful.  Paul found a pair of
  long navy blue shorts, a white cotton shirt with a big
  collar, baggy white cotton underpants and long white
  socks.  He knew he was going to look stupid dressed like
  that, but it was either put on the clothes Julie had put
  out or wear nothing.  Paul dressed himself as a little
  sailor boy and went down for his cake.
  
  The girls were in the lounge waiting for Paul.  "Hi
  Paul," Sally said, "you do look nice in your little
  sailors outfit.  Mum said she had found something nice
  for you to wear.  Why don't you sit down and have some
  cake.  Then Mum says you can play with the fort and lead
  soldiers when you've finished."
  
  Paul ate the cake and had a drink then meekly he went
  over to the fort and got the lead soldiers out of their
  box.  He felt stupid dressed like a little boy playing
  with toys while the girls sat on the sofa watching him. 
  His only consolation was that he was still fully dressed. 
  Paul eventually got used to being dressed up and just got
  on and playing with the soldiers.
  
  Julie called the three of them for tea.  They all moved
  to the dining room and sat down at the table.  "Tell the
  girls about your school."  Julie said.  "I'm sure they
  would like to know what life is like at a private
  boarding school, tell them about the way you live, your
  lessons and the way they enforce discipline.  I think
  that will be of interest to them."
  
  "Well," began Paul, "the school has about four hundred
  boys.  You can start at age eleven and stay on until you
  are eighteen, by then you're in the sixth form and get
  extra privileges.  Most of us share a room with three
  other boys in our year.  I share with Steven Mills, he's
  a bit of a swot; Mark Johnson, he's very quiet his Dad
  runs a big company in the city so he's very rich; my
  other room mate is Chris Harris, he's my best friend we
  do all sorts of things together   like me he runs in the
  school cross country team."  Paul paused to eat some more
  tea.  "We have to get up at seven thirty, have breakfast
  at eight and begin lessons at nine.  I suppose our
  lessons are just like at any other school."
  
  "You told me that you get the strap in lessons, I'm sure
  that doesn't happen in most schools."  Said Julie.
  
  "No, teachers can't hit us at school."  Confirmed Mandy. 
  "Tell us about that, have you had the strap at school?,
  how do they do it?"
  
  "I've been strapped a few times, nearly every boy cops it
  from time to time.  The teacher just calls you out to the
  front and makes you bend over his, or her, desk and
  whacks your bum.  That's all there is to it."  Paul said,
  not wishing to elaborate too much on a rather
  embarrassing subject.
  
  "Do you only get it over your trousers?"  Asked Sally, 
  "That can't be all that painful, not like when we
  strapped you in the summer."
  
  "It's bad enough.  And sometimes we get it bare."
  
  "When's that?"  The two girls asked together eager to
  hear more.
  
  "Mr Holt, the gym teacher, always straps on the bare.  If
  you mess about in gym lessons you have to shower, then
  stand with your hands on your head until the others are
  dressed.  Then he comes in and makes you bend over and
  touch your toes.  Steve Mills got it twice from him last
  term.  His bum really went red."
  
  "Do any other teachers do it on the bare?"  Asked Julie,
  sensing that Paul was trying to hide something from them.
  
  "Most of the teachers on 'dorm' duty make you drop your
  pyjama trousers if they catch you at night."  Paul
  answered dismissively.
  
  "Has that happened to you?"  Mandy asked.
  
  "A couple of times."
  
  "Go on then tell."  Pressed Sally.
  
  "Our dorm was making a bit of noise one night early in
  the term.  Mr Thomas was on duty and was showing Miss
  Flack the ropes.  She's a new teacher at school this
  year.  'Old Tommo' must have been listening outside our
  door for some while.  He pushed open the door just as I
  was getting back into bed.  The rules are quite strict
  about dorm punishments and all the boys share the
  punishment.  'Don't bother getting back into bed,' he
  shouted at me, 'the rest of you out you get.  Miss Flack
  is about to find out what happens to boys who make noise
  after lights out.  All of you get your trousers off.'  We
  knew we dared not argue with him, as that would make
  things worse; so all four of us dropped our pyjama
  trousers.  Chris and I hadn't got pyjama tops on so we
  were both now nude."
  
  "What did Miss Flack do?"  Asked Mandy.
  
  "She just stood there watching."
  
  "So she saw all you bare, nude?"  Mandy asked.  "She saw
  your dick, was it hard like when we spanked you in the
  summer."  She pressed.
  
  Paul didn't answer Mandy's question, he decided to just
  get on with what happened that night.  "Tommo decided
  that I would have a double dose, one for being out of bed
  and one for the noise we were all making, so I had to
  bend over the end of my bed first while the others had to
  stand at the end of their beds with their hands on their
  heads.  I got six with the strap then had to stand, hands
  on head while the others took their turn at bending over
  for six.  Miss Flack watched what Tommo was doing.  When
  he had given us all six he came back and stood in front
  of me, Miss Flack stood next to him looking at me."
  
  "Had you got a hard on?"  Mandy insisted.
  
  "Sort of."  Paul answered, though this wasn't the whole
  truth.  His prick had hardened up as soon as he had taken
  off his pyjama trousers.  The sight of the not
  unattractive female teacher and the memories of the
  summer had caused Paul's prick to harden.  As he watched
  the others getting the strap he had become fully erect.
  
  "Did Miss Flack notice?"  Sally butted in.
  
  "I don't know, it's not the sort of thing you ask a
  teacher."  Again Paul's answer was some way from the
  truth, Miss Flack had obviously noticed his arousal as
  she stood looking directly at his prick while Mr Thomas
  had been strapping the others.  "Any way Tommo decided
  that Miss Flack should get some first hand experience of
  strapping a boy, so he handed her the strap.  I bent over
  the end of my bed and she gave me my second six."
  
  "Then what?"  Asked Sally.
  
  "We had to apologise, then we put our pyjamas on and got
  into bed."
  
  "That was a bit of a boring end."  Complained Sally. 
  "You had to go to bed with an erection?"  She emphasised
  the word erection.  "You didn't have to cum?"
  
  "No, of course not."  Paul answered.  "We're not
  encouraged to do that sort of thing!"
  
  They continued to eat tea.  "Do they use the cane at your
  school?"  Asked Julie, who already knew the answer from
  her previous discussions with Paul.
  
  "Sometimes, for serious offences."  Paul answered, as he
  put a large piece of apple pie into his mouth.
  
  "Have you had it?"  Asked Sally, who was keen to hear as
  much as possible about boys being punished.
  
  "Umf!"  Paul managed as his mouth was still full.
  
  "Tell us about it."  Sally pressed.
  
  Paul finished his mouthful.  "Well, about two weeks after
  Tommo and Miss Flack caught us in the dorm Chris and I
  had broken bounds to go down to the river.  It was just
  our luck that Miss Flack had chosen to have a quiet walk
  and found us.  She was really fed up at seeing us and
  marched us straight back to the head's study.  He gave us
  each four of the best."
  
  "What just like that, just four swats with the cane over
  your trousers?"  Sally asked.
  
  "No, the head always canes on the bare."
  
  "Did Miss Flack stay?"
  
  "Yes she did.  I suppose I'll have to tell you the whole
  story or I'll not get to finish my pie."  Paul resigned
  himself to having to tell another embarrassing tale. 
  "When we got back to school Miss Flack took us to the
  head.  We had to wait outside his study while she told
  him where we had been.  When he called us in we knew we
  were for it as he had cleared the centre of his room. 
  'Ok, lets do this as quick as possible.  Get your
  trousers and pants off both of you.'  Chris and I did as
  he had told us.  'Right alphabetical order you first
  Chris, in the middle, touch your toes.'  Chris bent over
  as instructed.  The head didn't waist much time and
  landed four strokes straight across Chris' bare bottom. 
  Miss Flack seemed to be taking quite an interest in the
  marks the cane was making and wasn't looking at me."
  
  "So she didn't see your erection?"  Interrupted Sally,
  who seemed to take delight in saying 'erection'.
  
  Paul ignored the interruption.  "Once the head had given
  Chris his four I had to bend over.  My shirt was longer
  than Chris' so the head had to turn it up.  Then he
  whipped the cane down hard on my bottom.  My shirt fell
  back so he told me to take it off.  This meant I was only
  wearing my shoes and socks   I felt rather stupid dressed
  like that.  Once the head had given me the other three we
  had to stand and listen to a boring lecture."
  
  "So," Sally jumped in again, "Chris still had his shirt
  on which must have covered his dick, but you were all
  bare so Miss Flack would have been able to see yours, I
  bet it was hard, wasn't it?"
  
  "I suppose she could have seen it, if she had looked, but
  I was looking at the head."
  
  "Was it erect?"
  
  "Probably."  Paul didn't want to go down this line so he
  put the last piece of pie in his mouth.
  
  "I think Miss Flack likes seeing boys erections when they
  get punished."  Said Sally.
  
  'I know she does.'  Paul thought to him self as he went
  red, there were some things he thought better not tell
  about school life.
  
  Now the meal was finished Julie organised the three
  youngsters to clear the table and wash up.
  
  The chores done they joined Julie in the lounge.  "Now
  young Paul," she said, "I've a bone or two to pick with
  you.  Yesterday you told me that you had only been
  strapped a couple of times in class and that you hadn't
  had the cane.  That has turned out to be short of the
  truth.  Also you were playing with the soldiers when you
  should have been working and today you arrived late.  I
  think some punishment is due."  Paul's heart sank, the
  girls looked very pleased they very much wanted to punish
  Paul again.  "Get undressed and then I'll consider what
  your punishment will be."
  
  Paul slowly undressed.  By the time he took off his
  underpants his prick was fully erect.
  
  "Look Mum," said Sally, pointing to Paul's prick, "he has
  got an erection, I bet he had one each time Miss Flack
  saw him punished."
  
  "His pubic hair has grown a lot since the summer." 
  Observed Mandy, who didn't want to be left out in the
  humiliation of the young boy.
  
  "Your right."  Agreed her mother.  "I'm not sure that a
  little boy who plays with toy soldiers should have such
  long pubic hair, perhaps we should trim it for him."
  
  "No!" protested Paul who, like most boys, was proud of
  his bushy pubes.
  
  "Sally go and get the hair clippers from the sideboard,
  I'll give him a number two I think."
  
  "No, don't do that."
   
  "Well if you don't want a number two I can always trim
  them right off if you prefer."  Offered Julie.
  
  "No, I don't want trimming at all."  Protested Paul
  
  "It's up to you."  Said Julie as she took the clippers
  from her youngest daughter.  "Number two or all off?"
  
  "Number two."  Paul agreed reluctantly.
  
  "Aren't you forgetting your manners."  Chided Julie. 
  "Ask me properly or I'll add extra strokes with the
  cane."
  
  "Number two please."
  
  "What do you mean? You'll have to be more specific"  Said
  Julie, determined to get every ounce of humiliation out
  of the incident.
  
  Paul took a deep breath.  "Please will you trim my pubic
  hair to a number two."
  
  "Yes of course we will, Mandy would you like to do it?"
  
  "Yes please."  Mandy replied.
  
  Julie made Paul stand in front of her fourteen-year-old
  daughter who set to work with the clippers.  Soon Paul's
  pubic bush was reduced in length Julie took the
  opportunity to handle Paul's prick as much as possible
  during the operation.  Eventually Julie had to admit the
  job was done.  "Ok, you've done a good job there.  It's
  time for punishment.  I think a spanking from each of us
  followed by six from each of us with the strap and the
  cane.  Sally you can go first."
  
  Paul meekly went over the thirteen-year-olds knee for his
  first spanking.  It was only seven O'clock he knew it
  would be a long evening.  Sally wriggled her legs and
  managed to trap Paul's prick between them.  She had only
  given him about ten smacks when she stopped.  "I can feel
  his dick leaking that pre-cum stuff over my legs."  She
  announced.  "Do you think it would be safer if we made
  him cum before he has an accident and cums all over
  someone's legs?"
  
  "May be you're right."  Agreed Julie.  "Get up Paul and
  relieve your self."  Paul stood up and looked around not
  knowing what to do.  "Just lie down on the floor and
  masturbate, I'm sure you do it at school even if they
  don't encourage it."  Paul did as he was told, took his
  stiff prick in his hand and began to rub it up and down. 
  It didn't take long before he felt the waves of pleasure
  and several large lots of cum spurted out of his prick
  onto his chest and stomach.