The Vacation

The Vacation 4

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Earlier that day Samantha and Vicki had sat in the rotating seats of the electric speed boat. They were heading to the restaurant that Aunt Sue had generously supplied her credit card for the girls to have lunch. As they passed the buoys that delineated the privacy of the stretch of water allocated to Aunt Sue’s property, Vicki accelerated, bringing the nose of the boat up out of the water. Vicki smiled at the delight and excitement on Samantha’s face as the boat surged forward. It was only ten minutes later that they reached the smart restaurant.

“Well, Samantha… that was fun. Vicki smiled before turning her head as she skilfully reversed the sleek motorboat into one of many moorings that fronted the restaurant.

Both girls had dressed casually but smartly for the restaurant and as they climbed the steps leading to the open-air balcony, a tall, smartly suited man greeted them. Smiling at Vicki and Samantha as he led them both to a corner table near the rails of the wide balcony, he spoke to Vicki. “I am delighted to see you again, Miss Vicki and you Miss Samantha for your first visit. Samantha realised that they were getting special treatment as he removed the ‘reserved’ sign from the table and knew that either Aunt Sue or perhaps Vicki’s mother had already informed him of their visit to his restaurant and of course, the clincher, the use of her Christian name. The table had the most spectacular view of the huge stretch of water and was inevitably reserved for regular diners.

Their conversation together turned from their observation of the lake and their special treatment at the restaurant, to their common interest… Richard.

It was Vicki that led the conversation. “Let me tell you something of myself Samantha. I have been a babysitter since I was your age. I am fourteen now, a few months older than Richard and I already babysit boys and girls that are sometimes a year or two older than me. It has been rather fortuitous that both my sister and mother are the local doctors. It gives me credibility with the parents of the boys and girls that I sit for.” She smiled at Vicki as she continued. “My mother often recommends my services as does JoJo. I am tall for my age and - when I dress primly and demurely, I present the right image of a responsible and studious young person. Coming from a family of doctors kind of seals the deal. Parents are often wary of my young age, but I know exactly how to put them at their ease.”

Vickie, seeing that Samantha was paying her full attention, leaned forward and spoke quietly. I have earned seventeen thousand dollars in two and a half years… can you believe that… well it’s true. Just babysitting.”

Samantha whistled softly in surprise. “That’s one hundred and um… let me see... erm… just shy of one hundred and thirty dollars a week.” Vicki laughed and touched Samantha’s hand. “Bright girl. That’s an average of course… I got far less when I was twelve, but now I get a lot more than that average. I got five hundred for babysitting over a Christmas period, but the point I am trying to make is that you have got a good start with Richard. I don’t mean money for babysitting him… but you have started having authority over a boy that is two years older than you. He may not see what has happened to him, but you have in the space of two weeks become his older sister.”

Vicki leaned back and made way for the waiter to deliver their summer salads. Samantha noticed that he had also brought two non-alcoholic cocktails, similar to the ones that they had had at the Alpine Lodge.

Suddenly Samantha looked keenly at Vicki. “How do you know this?”

Vicki smiled and looked at her keenly. “I know that you masturbate him seven times a day and that it is compulsory. I know that you spank him as a preliminary inducement to arousal. I know that you penetrate him, and I know that he is docile and acquiescent.”

Samantha looked aghast at Vicki’s pronouncement. “Don’t you remember JoJo suggesting our little boat trip to look at the reflection of the Alpine’s fairy lights on the water. Well… she prompted me to take you both so that they could talk… and the next morning I got the entire conversation from JoJo, lock, stock and barrel. So tonight, I am your official babysitter. Your Aunt Sue is going back to our house, and I am looking after you and Richard. I am going to teach you… or rather show you how I handle young boys.” Vicki giggled at Samantha’s expression of both jealousy and indignity.

“Samantha, please don’t take this the wrong way. I want to help you by giving you my experience in how to further your subjugation of Richard. I can tell that you adore him and would like to have him always by your side. Well, I can help you.

The psychology of your present hold over Richard is complex and if you knew why certain things work in his dependence upon you, you would always have him. For instance, he is aroused when you spank him, so you spank him.

But it is not just the spanking. It is the fact that he is embarrassed and humiliated that a pretty girl can do that to him. It is a combination of love and affection and control.

Tonight, I will instruct you as I demonstrate how I control the boys that I babysit. I will not be in competition with you, but rather I will be showing you just how significantly you can accomplish what you want. Which, if I am reading you correctly, is a dominant relationship with your older brother. He will rely on you and look up to you. Eventually the only relationship he will want will be with you. Tell me Samantha - is that what YOU want? Please bear in mind it is also a responsibility.”

Samantha did not respond immediately but analysed Vicki’s every word, automatically answering each point in her mind. She could see Vicki was waiting patiently for her answer and had casually started on her salad which she, herself had yet to touch. She felt that Vicki was in no hurry and so she took her time, and lifting her own fork began to eat. She realised as she ate that she could answer Vicki’s question quite comprehensively. She had explored her intentions far into the future and understood how her life with Richard would develop. She smiled at Vicki as they both realised simultaneously how delicious their food was.

Both girls looked around to see that the dining room had filled quite significantly and yet the two tables next to them had remained unoccupied, both still with their reserved signs upon them. Their Mocktails had also been replaced discreetly without them being asked for.

Vicki was pleased to see that Samantha seemed happy and was carefully masking her excitement. Her voice was measured and low as she looked at Vicki and spoke.

“You gave me a lot to think about, but I am grateful for the prompt. My answer is yes, and I also say yes to your offer of showing me how to handle Richard. Aunt Sue has tutored me and seems to approve of everything I have done so far. You probably know all this of course. I had wondered how I would handle him at home, but as our mother has had to become a career woman, she is always away earlier than us in the morning and has begun coming home later and later, now that she is in charge of the real estate branch.

I cook Richard’s tea, it’s a full dinner really, and then we do our homework before watching TV. Mom seems happy that we cope quite easily without her, and we have often taken ourselves to bed before she comes home.

We work hard at school. Richard is in the class above the rest of his year, and I am two classes ahead of my year. I think with a little more effort Richard could advance himself to yet another year in front like me. He is very bright and always reads ahead in all his subjects. I think that if he was able to do that soon, that Mom would be comfortable in coming home as late as she liked.”

Vicki smiled and then her face broke into a grin. “I knew you were smart when you worked out my average income so quickly. You also have answered my question of how you would cope at home.”

Samantha looked at Vicki earnestly and whispered softly. “Are we both the same… I mean in our sexual predilections?”

Vicki giggled to Samantha’s delight. “We are so similar that it is uncanny. You are luckier than me in the fact that your brother is so goodlooking and malleable. He is shy and quite naïve, so you will have the time of your life when you get him on your own. Unfortunately, I do not have a brother. But I look after a delicious fifteen-year-old boy at least once a week. He was initially very difficult, but I have gradually moulded him to my liking. I spent the first six months monitoring and helping him with his schoolwork until he started getting at least ninety percent in all his subjects. His parents are so delighted with his academic progress that they trust me implicitly.

He is now completely changed. He is polite to his parents and never questions anything that he is asked to do. His school reports are excellent, although I spank him every time his marks fall below ninety-five percent. His mother and father know that I have disciplined him, although I gave them none of the details, but they have both told me to keep up the good work. In fact, they treat me entirely as an adult. They even asked me to look after him when they went away for a two-week cruise, which was really fun for me. They run a very successful business, so you can imagine, they pay very, very well too.”

She watched Samantha’s intriguing look as she continued.

“Now Samantha, there is something you should know. Your Aunt Sue is going back in her speedboat to our house after she brings Richard home. She is going to the theatre with my mother, the much loved, Doctor Veronica Hammond. That’s why I brought an overnight bag and a couple of outfits. So tonight, we are free to plan our evening with Richard. Let me run my ideas past you and see if you agree.”

After Vicki had outlined her ideas for the evening, Samantha fired question after question at her until she was so excited that she breathlessly exclaimed to Vicki that she couldn’t wait for their evening to start. Samantha admitted that she couldn’t wait for them to have her brother to themselves. Her jealousy towards the pretty fourteen-year-old had completely dissipated and their friendship for each other had formed a firm bond.

It was two excited young girls that boarded the electric speedboat to take them back to the house. “We’ll swim and then tuck ourselves away in your room before your Aunt Sue brings Richard home.” Vicki laughed at Samantha’s look of excitement.

Richard walked with Aunt Sue towards the house. He had noticed that Vicki and Samantha were not in the water and were nowhere in sight. He followed Aunt Sue into the kitchen diner and sat at the table. He had not got over his embarrassment of the day’s events but was counting himself lucky that he was free of the apprehension of the school’s version of his medical exam, which had always been lurking somewhere on his mind. Gradually his demeanour became lighter as he thought again about what he had escaped.

Aunt Sue had busied herself with making a cool drink of fresh orange juice, which she gave to the young boy before sitting opposite him. “Well, I presume you are happy that, that’s all over. I will be leaving you and Samantha on your own tonight as I am going to the Theatre with Dr. Hammond. Vicki will look after you both, she has stayed here many times and will use the room next door to Samantha. I have left her a large bowl of Lasagne which she will heat and prepare for you all.”

She smiled at Richard’s look of delight at the mention of food. “I realise that you must be hungry as you have had no lunch. So, I am going to ask her to serve it soon after I leave. Drink your juice and then you can help me put a couple of bags on the boat.”

It was twenty minutes later that Richard placed two bags onto the deck and put the mooring ropes into their compartment and stepped back onto the jetty. Aunt Sue looked at him.

“My you are a handsome boy, Richard. Promise me you will be good and do everything that Vicki asks of you. I have left her in charge as she is a very experienced babysitter. I know you are not babies, but Vicki regularly sits boys and girls who are sixteen years old. She is very bright and competent and is very well respected in this area, especially amongst the parents of the boys and girls that she looks after. So, you must do what she says.”

Richard was still feeling the euphoria of being rid of his nagging anxiety of his school medical examination and thought nothing untoward of being under the guidance of a girl only months older than himself.

He waved happily to his aunt as she manoeuvred the silent speedboat through the crystal-clear water of the lake. She blew him a kiss and then turned her head into the direction of travel, waving her hand in the air before accelerating away. Richard’s thoughts turned to food as he ambled back towards his aunt’s holiday home.

When Richard had entered the house, he saw that the table had been laid for one person. Vicki was facing away from him, and he could not help noticing the contours of her shapely figure as she bent towards the oven and opened the cast-iron door. A delicious smell emanated from the tureen as she lifted it and carried it towards him.

“I hope you don’t mind eating on your own, Richard. Your sister and I ate a huge lunch, so it is dinner for one I am afraid.”

She lifted the top of the tureen and placed a ladle into the steaming dish. Her oven gloved hands gestured towards his plate.

“Help yourself and eat as much as you want as it is all for you.” I am going to help Samantha with something so please enjoy.”

Richard looked up at her beautiful face before reaching for the ladle. He could not help blushing at her beauty as he quickly bent his head to spoon some of the lasagne towards his plate.

Vicki smiled at Samantha as she entered her bedroom. “He's having the lasagne so we can leave him a little while. Now which make-up have you decided upon. The more adult, the severe and mature… or the attractive and seductive teenager.”

Samantha giggled. “I think I will go with the more adult, I think it gives me authority without the severe bit. I shall be saving that until I get him to myself with lots of time to spare. Honestly – if you hadn’t shown me how to do my make-up, I would never have believed that I could transform myself so radically. I hope I can afford to get my own when I get home.”

It was Vicki’s turn to giggle as she watched Samantha begin to make up her face in one of the styles that she had shown her how to apply.
“No need to get your own, I am leaving you with the whole caboodle. You would never be able to afford these. Whereas I can not only afford to buy these, but I can put away a fortune as well. So, promise me that there will be no silly argument. They are yours and I know you will make good use of them. Now carry on, I am sure Richard will see the subtle change in you, without knowing how it was achieved, and it will serve your purpose well.”

Vicki watched the younger girl follow her instructions methodically and precisely. She pondered over Samantha. She certainly is a bright girl and to remember everything that I have shown her, I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a photographic memory. Most girls make some mistakes when they start wearing make-up, but Samantha had made none.

Richard ate slowly, enjoying every morsal of the delicious Pasta. It was forty minutes later when Samantha and Vicki entered the kitchen and sat opposite him. He looked across at them and blushed instantly. Both girls were beautifully made up. Samantha looked much older than her twelve- and three-quarter years. Her makeup accentuated her grey-green eyes and her pretty facial features without hiding the youthfulness of her skin.

She was dressed in a shirtwaister and had tied it just under the undercurve of her breasts, baring her slender torso right down to her hips. Her pleated skirt was extremely short and flared out from her hips with the hem only just covering her panties. It accentuated her long thighs, and the slender heels she was wearing added inches to her height.

He blushed as he looked across to Vicki who was similarly attired. Both girls realised that Richard was embarrassed by their appearance and that he could not help himself from surreptitiously looking at them.

Vicki seemed to take command as she addressed Richard and Samantha. “Richard, it is Samantha’s hope that you will go up to another class at your school. She says you are already at the top of the class you are in… and that with doing a little more work over your vacation you would be eligible for the next class up.

So, if you and Samantha go to your rooms and collect your books, you can do a couple of hours of homework. Would you do that for me please?”

Richard realised that this was more of an order than a request and quickly joined Samantha in getting up from the table. He headed towards his room and collected some of his schoolbooks. He did not mind studying. He enjoyed school and always gave of his best. He quietly but determinedly already had the same ambition to elevate himself upward to another class.

Both Richard and Sam worked assiduously, the two hours seemed to fly by as they gave their books their undivided attention. Richard had written four neat pages of an essay he had started at school. He checked it over twice before carefully adding it to his folder. Hoping that his home class teacher, Miss Beddows, would be pleased with it, as History was her own teaching subject.

He had flown through his maths homework, which was his own favourite subject. Samantha had glanced at it and the workings he had shown, and she knew that it was superb piece of work. It was only a few minutes after their allotted time that Vickie reappeared.

“Well done you two. Now Richard, it seems to be about time I gave you your bath. Would you like to give me a hand with him Samantha?”

Richard heard her words and suddenly blushed profusely. “Oh Vicki, I normally just take a shower before bed.”

Vicki smiled at him. “Sorry Richard, I am in charge of you until your aunt returns tomorrow. Sitters are not allowed to let their charge’s bathe on their own. If you slipped in the shower and hurt yourself, I would be in a lot of trouble, so you can’t expect me to ignore the rules that govern the way I am supposed to work.”

Her voice firmed up as she continued. “For your information, you are supposed to address me as MISS Vickie while I am in charge of you. I hope you will comply with my instructions.”

Samantha could see the florid blush of redness suffuse his cheeks as he looked at Vicki. His face betrayed his youthful obedience as he looked at her and meekly replied. “Yes, of course Miss Vicki.”

Vicki immediately recognised that the boy’s natural timidity had presented itself and her voice softened as she continued.

“Samantha has told me that your mother has been recently promoted and now runs her own office. Naturally she will feel rather guilty that she leaves for work before you both get up and she does not get home until you are both ready for bed. So, I am going to instruct Samantha so that she knows how to look after you properly and safely. I know that she has bathed you once before, but I want to assure myself that she is thorough and handles you safely in an environment where you could slip.”

Samantha was delighted to see that although her brother was blushing with embarrassment, he was listening attentively to every word that Vicki was saying.

“Your Aunt Sue is going to convey a strong recommendation to your mother, that Samantha should now be in charge of you at home - and that she need not worry about not always being there for you. Just think how relieved she will be to know that you both have become independent and are perfectly capable of looking after yourselves.”

She smiled at him. “Samantha already prepares your meals, and you both keep your home neat and tidy. Your mother is unaware that you, Richard, have just reached puberty. Samantha will deal with your needs in that respect, so that your mother will be unaware of that part of your life. I assure you that most parents are happy to ignore the onset of puberty in young boys. With the academic achievement of both of you, she will assume that your interests will be spending your time studying. It is fortunate that you are both so bright academically that you always receive glowing reports at the end of every term. Once you achieve your advancement to another class above, she will have no thoughts whatsoever about whether or not you have reached puberty.”

Samantha looked at Richard’s blushing face. She was pleased to see that although he was embarrassed by Vicki’s intimate knowledge of what was happening to his body. There seemed to be none of the deep anxiety he had had at the back of his mind, and she presumed that his relief at no longer being required to take the school’s compulsory but embarrassing medical exam, was a very large part of his relaxed attitude.

Vicki stood up and beckoned Richard. “Come along young man, it is time that I gave you your bath.” Both Vicki and Samantha were delighted to see his face suddenly flush to a bright red.

Samantha walked behind Richard as Vicki led them to his room and through the inner door to his ‘en suite’ bathroom. Richard stood and watched as Vicki pressed the plug and set the mixer faucets to a medium heat as the water gushed into the bath. She let the bath fill to a depth of around ten inches before turning off the faucets. She turned to Richard.

“Right Richard my boy… arms up in the air, come along no dawdling. Richard blushed again as he raised his arms and stretched them upwards. Vicki reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head and arms, baring his youthful torso.

Richard felt his cheeks burning with his blushes. He knew what was coming, but somehow his embarrassment was made even more acute by the presence of Samantha who seemed so much more mature and authoritative than he had realised. He found himself blushing each time she glanced at him while he listened to Miss Vicki.

Without a word Miss Vicki knelt down in front of him and undid the top buttons of his shorts. She deftly whisked them down without a care and made him raise each foot in turn as she took them off and laid them on a chair.

“Oh my… what a sweet little peenie you have Richard, don’t you think so Samantha. Now get into the bath and stand up straight with your hands placed upon your head.”

Samantha was excited to see that Richard was obeying her without complaint, although his face was glowing bright neon red. She watched the authoritative young girl bend forward and fill a jug full of water and then stand up as she looked the boy up and down. Vicki was pleased to see that his naked body fulfilled every complimentary description that Samantha had conveyed to her over their luncheon at the ‘Lite Bite’. Yes, she thought, physical perfection.

“Arms down by your sides and eyes shut while I pour this over your hair, Richard.”

Samantha watched in fascination as Vicki proceeded to shampoo his hair before rinsing it from the rest of the water in the jug. She worked quickly, washing his torso with a thick lather from a bar of soap. She seemed so competent and familiar with her procedure that Richard shivered in youthful shame as she reached down as far as his groin and then to his surprise, started from his shins and worked her way upwards.

“Now Samantha, you will be copying everything that I do, so give me your full attention. As you will have seen, I do the hair first while the bathwater is clean. Then I rinse it off with the clean water that is left in the jug. I soap the torso front and back until I reach the pubis, then I start from the shins and work my way up. I don’t do his feet until the very end when he is seated in the bath. Now I will do under his arms, I use the washcloth to make sure that his armpits are absolutely clean. Richard is very lucky that he has not grown body hair yet. You never know, perhaps Richard may be one of those rare lucky boys that never grow body hair.”

She addressed Richard. “Arms back upon your head.” She held him by his waist as she used the cloth under his arms, turning him around so that she could do the other armpit.

“Boys never seem to pay enough attention to their underarms. Now, Samantha, watch the next bit carefully.”

She looked into the boy’s face. “Pay attention Richard, I am going to do your bottom, so promise me that you will keep your cheeks nicely relaxed.” She laid the washcloth on the side of the bath and lathered her hands. “Are you relaxing the cheeks of your bottom for me?”

Richard blushed as she looked him in the eye but managed to answer her. “Yes Miss Vicki.”

“Good boy, I am pleased you remembered to call me Miss Viki. Now relax sweetheart while I wash your bottom. Oh, Samantha come closer so that you can see what I am doing. First, I flatten my palm and do between his legs… so that is between the cheeks of his bottom and then along the perineum until my fingertips just touch the scrotum.

Young boys, like Richard can get a little bit sweaty there. Now, watch as I do the crease of his bottom cheeks. I keep my palm flat, so that it spreads the cheeks outwards as I soap the whole crevice. I do it several times working deeper until I am rubbing my fingers against his tight little sphincter.”

She winked at Samantha. “Naughty boys often clench when I probe their little bottom hole. Can you see how he is tightening the muscle of his cute little rosebud. He has already forgotten that I told him to remain relaxed. So, I shall have to spank his naughty bottom. Never hesitate to give his bottom or his thighs a sharp slap of your hand. Little boys will try and get away with all sorts of things if you let them. So… here we go.”

Vicki began slapping the cheeks of his bottom. The spanks came swiftly one after the other until Richard cried out as his bottom began to really sting.

“There we are, Richard. Now relax, there that’s better.” Richard made a conscious effort to relax his cheeks only to cry out as two fingers immediately penetrated his bottom.

“There we go Sweetie, what a good boy you are. Now Samantha, as I am using my right hand to penetrate him, I can use my left hand to wash his little penis.”

Samantha watched avidly as Vicki grasped his penis. She saw it begin to stiffen straight away as Vicki retracted his foreskin until she was able to hold it fully back and tight down the shaft.” Richard was cocooned in shame and embarrassment as his young sister looked into his blushing face to observe his abject humiliation.

“What a sweet little peenie. Now I am going to give it a good rub up and down. Can you see how stiff it has become. It is so much easier to clean a boy’s penis when it is nice and stiff. I always concentrate on the skin behind the crown, that is the part where some little boys forget to wash. Now I will just withdraw my fingers from his bottom so that I can use both hands to soap his scrotum. I am always extra careful with young boys when I wash them here.

This is a boy’s most vulnerable part of his body. Even a light squeeze of his scrotum can cause significant pain. Richard’s testes are a decent size for a newly pubescent boy of his age. His scrotum is nice and tight, so I will be very careful as I wash this area. It is so much easier without pubic hair.

In fact, I always shave the boys that I sit if they have grown pubic or underarm hair. It stops the macho behaviour that some little boys adopt. Now as you can see, Richard’s sweet little peenie is just the right size for a boy of his age. I always use plenty of lather upon every young boy’s penis so that my hands are nice and slippery upon the sensitive membrane beneath the foreskin.”

To Samantha’s delight Richard blushed again as the authoritative young girl described his genitalia as being small. Vicki was a master at subjugating and embarrassing the boys that she sat. Knowing full well that Richard was the very opposite of what she had described. In actual fact… she knew that he was very well endowed with a beautiful penis and full testes. She thought the smooth pale skin of his penis was particularly delightful. So, deliberately commenting upon his penis as being ‘a sweet little peenie’ was one of the ways she would disabuse a boy of thinking that he was becoming mature.

Vicki took the washcloth and carefully washed his bulging scrotum and then reverted to using her bare hands. She was enjoying the control of having his vulnerable balls in the palm of both hands. She was delighted to feel his body shiver as she held his testicles firmly and deliberately looked into his eyes.

Richard involuntarily shivered with the sensation of Miss Vicki’s deft and sensuous touch and blushed as she looked at him, her face showing her amusement at his timidity and huge embarrassment. Although unsaid, she had complete control of him, and he knew it. He could not help looking down at her hands holding his bulging scrotum. Richard suddenly thought of the expression that ‘she had him by the balls.’ Suddenly that popular saying had real meaning for him. He could feel another mighty blush suffuse his cheeks.

“Now Samantha, I am going to penetrate his bottom again while I finish washing behind the rim of his penis. It is good practice to give a young boy a few hard spanks to his little bottom at this point to let him know that he had better behave himself and allow you full access when you do this to him.”

Without further warning Richard felt his bottom being comprehensively spanked. The sound of her hand against the naked cheeks of his buttocks echoed around the bathroom. He could not help crying out as he realised the sudden severity of each sharp slap against his soft skin. He felt utterly ashamed as she spanked him again and again until his bottom was smarting painfully from the vigour and force of her flattened palm against the cheeks of his smooth buttocks.

He felt utterly embarrassed as Samantha looked up at him and saw the tears in his eyes. “Oh dear, Richard you are really crying, my, my you are getting a spanking aren’t you! Poor baby perhaps Miss Vicki will stop soon if you really try and relax your bottom. Samantha stroked her hand over his chest, letting her fingernails tease his nipples until the nubbins of flesh stood out prominently.

Vicki’s voice belied the severity of her chastisement to his buttocks. Suddenly she stopped and slipped her hand between his reddened cheeks. She deftly penetrated him once more, her two fingers spearing his sphincter with consummate ease.

“There we are, Sweetheart, there is nothing like a spanked bottom to get little boys to do as they are told.” He felt her fingers begin to move vigorously inside of him as she grasped his penis and nonchalantly slipped his foreskin back down the shaft until the skin was stretched tightly against the base of his shaft. She knew that his spanked bottom had caused his penis to become more erect. But the flesh of Richards penis felt extremely hard, in fact it was harder than any boy that she had bathed before.

Vicki’s voice was soft and endearing as she spoke to him. “Just relax now, Sweetie while I finish you off. Poor baby boy, perhaps your little botty is more sensitive than I thought.”

Samantha looked at Richard’s face seeing him grimace as if he was in agony while Vicki nonchalantly stroked her hand up and down the erect flesh. She began to speed up as the fingers of her right hand pressed even deeper up into his bottom hole, her fingertips were now deliberately prodding and probing the smooth mound of his prostate gland.

Richard could not control his emotions as he helplessly felt his penis begin to pulse and knew, shamefully, that he was close to ejaculating.

“Oh dear, Samantha, I am afraid Richard is going to be a naughty boy and spurt into his bath water. Children are so naughty with no discipline over their feelings at all. Is that what you are going to do, Richard? Is it… make naughty spurts from your little peenie?”

Vicki’s hand was a blur of motion as Richard threw back his head and ejaculated forcefully, his semen spraying wildly into the bath. Vicki goaded his prostate again and again, watching and feeling his penis pulse helplessly. His young body shivered and shook with utter abandonment. She had realised from first seeing the boy that his body was perfect. But she realised also that his demeanour and timid, blushing obedience suited her perfectly. Lucky Samantha, she thought. To have a boy like Richard completely under a young girl’s control, is heaven on earth.

She allowed him no respite as she pushed and prodded his prostate while his helpless emission of semen spilled from the tip of his penis. The girl’s slender fingers deliberately and skilfully coaxed and cajoled the tender flesh of his penis and the sensitive walls of his anus whilst she cruelly goaded his prostate gland into further spasms, forcing him to eject more and more thick viscous ropes of semen into the bathwater.

Samantha could not help her excitement at seeing her brother being so comprehensively aroused and so deeply humiliated. She could not stop herself from reaching forward to callously squeeze his nipples, knowing that he was almost delirious with deep sexual emotion and the searing agony of over-sensitivity. Even while Vicki was talking to Samantha, she let her fingers further elicit shivers of agonising and excruciating stimulation to his already tortured flesh.

“Well Samantha, I am afraid you have witnessed one of the problems with little boys when they have to have their little peenies washed. I presume that you will administer a sound spanking before you put him to bed. Also, you must not allow him to miss one of his milkings because of his naughty behaviour. He must be made to stick to his regime, and you must discount any accidental emissions of semen.” She winked at Samantha, while her face was out his sight.

“Now let us get him out of the bath so that we can clean up and get the bath ready with fresh water. Then we will do it all again so that by the time you are finished you will be completely familiar with babysitting and competent to handle young boys of Richard’s age in any way that you like.”

Richard grimaced at Miss Vicki’s pronouncement; surely, they could not mean to repeat this excruciating torture.

Richard was near to fainting. Fortunately, both girls realised the state he was in and had to almost lift him from the bath. His nerves were aflame; he had never thought, even in his wildest dreams, that his nervous system could be so stimulated that his forced ejaculation had become tantamount to sexual torture.

It was perhaps slightly less than ten minutes later that Samantha had taken charge of Richard and had begun to shampoo his hair. Her fingertips played against the nape of his neck, gently caressing him, deliberately arousing his feeling of submissiveness towards her. Vicki’s instructions gave her the excuse to handle his naked body so boldly that he was soon fully erect. She suddenly lowered her left arm and grasped his throbbing penis.

“I sincerely hope Richard that you are not getting aroused by me. You must remember I am your younger sister who is only trying to wash your hair. I can feel your penis throbbing already, Richard. Surely, I am not going to have to spank you so soon after your last chastisement.”

Richard sank deeper into his feeling of humiliation as his younger sister scolded him. He was acutely aware of every touch of her fingers and the degradation of standing before her in naked submission.

Nonchalantly she deftly skinned his penis back, her slender fingers purposefully arousing the supersensitive membrane that she had deliberately uncovered. He shivered in trepidation as she stroked her fingertips skilfully over the exposed flesh, playing them around and over the vulnerable coronal rim of the head of his penis and back over the delicate membrane of his frenulum.

He began to protest as he felt a violent shudder course through his entire body. “Oh please, Miss Samantha, please stop! I feel as if I am going to spurt again.”

Samantha quickly took her hand off the flesh of his penis and immediately began to spank his buttocks. She had never spanked him so hard before, but she felt sure that this was the right course of action to avert him from ejaculating.

Vicki’s voice was firm as she gave her well-rehearsed speech.

“Well done, Samantha. I will go and fetch my hairbrush in case your hand is hurting from spanking his little bottom so firmly. You have to remember that naughty children like Richard have no control over their own bodies. Six hard strokes of the hairbrush will soon bring him back into line. Now, I think the crisis has passed, so rinse his hair and carry on as normal. As soon as you have bathed him, I think you should take him over your knees and hand spank him before you milk his prostate in the same position. It will shame him into being more obedient towards you, his younger sister. Remember, it is entirely for his own good that you should take him face-down over your knees and thoroughly milk him of his childish macho posturing and his notion that he is anything more than a thoroughly naughty child. Now let us continue.”

Each word that Vicki spoke was like a whiplash of pure shame for Richard. His face was a deep red of pure embarrassment and utter humiliation in front of his young sister. He felt like saying that he was not pretending to be a macho teenager and that he loved Samantha dearly.

Samantha was delighted with her progress. She realised that Richard had grown closer to her and had been wholly obedient to her. Authoritatively she turned him towards her so that he was face on. “Spread your legs nice and wide so that I can get to the inside of your thighs. I promise if you obey me and try to do as I say that I will not use the hairbrush to give you your spanking.”

She watched his blushing face display a look of relief as she smiled at him. He shuffled his feet along the length of the bath until his thighs were spread widely apart.

“That is perfect, Richard.” Samantha had realised that with his legs spread wide, Richard was now at the same height as she was. She moved forward until her bare thighs were pressed against the edge of the bath.

“Now before I start on your legs Sweetie, I am going to give you a kiss. Let your arms hang loosely at your sides, there’s a good boy.”

Vicki watched the slender young girl slip her right hand between his arm and his waist and smooth her finger upwards and around his body until they were able to play against the sensitive skin at the nape of his neck. Samantha had also placed her left hand against his abdomen and smoothed the palm upwards until it was placed over his right nipple.

She moved her head closer to his until their cheeks were touching and then, gently, she nuzzled him before placing her lips over his. She could feel his lips tremble as she pressed her young lips firmly against his. Her fingers played over the nape of his neck while she pressed her mouth firmly against his and slipped her tongue deep between his trembling lips.

The fingertips of her left hand scored over his nipple as the soft fingers of her right hand played against the nape of his neck. She was in complete control of him as she raped his mouth with her tongue whilst her lips covered his and gently aroused his sensibilities. She could feel his penis throb against her body – it was an exciting physical indicator of the effect of her control over both his mind and his body.

She felt his entire body suddenly acquiesce to her seduction as she let him go, his eyes wide with wonder as she stepped back and examined his nakedness. She was delighted to see that his penis was fully erect and that his face betrayed every nuance of her clever seduction. She took her hands away from him and stood further back observing the erectile flesh of his nipples. His face was flushed with a fresh reddening blush as his hands seemed to rush to cover his erect penis which was throbbing and embarrassing him with his reluctant arousal.

“I think a few extra smacks are required for your spanking Richard, you know that you are not allowed to play with your own penis, now let’s get you properly bathed.
Hands back on your head, and keep them strictly away from your little peenie. I can see that I will need to be a lot firmer with you when I get you home.”

Samantha felt a shiver of pure sexual arousal course through her body as she saw a fresh rush of blood suffuse his guilty looking face. She knew that it took a huge effort of will for him to uncover his penis and place his hands back upon his head. She thought that his erected and throbbing flesh looked delightful as he stood with his thighs splayed widely apart waiting anxiously for whatever she might do to him.

She took the washcloth and proceeded to vigorously wash his legs. Starting at his shins she worked her way upwards until both legs were completely covered in lather.

“Now Richard, I want you to be a good boy and do as Miss Vicki has already instructed you. That is to keep your little bottom nicely relaxed so that my teeny weenie little fingers can slip inside your bottom.”

She looked into his face to observe his reaction. The colour of his cheeks and the anxious look in his eyes, delighted her. Richard looked back at his sister, his face blushing even more as she placed her hands upon either side of his hips. Somehow, she seemed elevated from the little sister that he thought he knew so well. Now she seemed very much in charge, and if he were to be truthful with himself, far more authoritative and comfortable in her role as his babysitter.

To his consternation she looked deep into his eyes as she took a firm hold of his penis. He shivered as she skinned him back, her fingers firm as she held the skin tightly against the base. He could not help the shiver that ran through his body as she placed the fingers of her other hand around the glans of his penis. Slowly she began to smooth her lathered fingers over the sensitive rim. He could not help wriggling as if to escape the intense sensation.

She raised her eyebrow in an enquiring look as if to say, ‘are you going to be a naughty boy’. He looked at her helplessly as he shivered and shook while she played her fingers around the head of his penis, increasing the tempo as she raised her eyebrow once more. Richard let his body go slack as he recognised his defeat in the silent contest with his younger sister.

“Good boy, Richard. I want you to remember how to behave in front of me when I am giving you your bath. Miss Vicki has instructed me in the proper method of bathing young boys. I intend to follow her instructions to the letter, and I do not intend to shirk my responsibilities when I am looking after you. That includes dealing with recalcitrance, often observed in young boys like you, Richard. So please relax your cheeks for me and be my sweet brother that I know and love so very much.”

Richard was suddenly shocked, as Samantha took her hand off the base of his penis and quickly thrust her arm between his legs. The inside of her forearm brushed hard against his tightened scrotum as she firmly slid her fingers intrusively between the cheeks of his bottom. Her movements were vigorous and deft as she lathered every inch of the soft skin between his cheeks.

Again, with no prior warning, she plunged two of her stiffened fingers upwards, spearing through the timidly tightening muscle of his sphincter. The feeling of impaling him so unexpectedly and thoroughly, delighted Samantha.

His cry of surprise and indignation were music to her ears as she scolded him. “Don’t make a fuss Richard, you should have got used to this by now. Now behave like a proper young man and let me clean inside your little bot-bot.” Her use of the childish name was apt because it was one that their mother had used when Richard was a little boy.

Samantha had already planned what she was going to do to Richard. Perhaps childishly, she wanted to bond Richard to her in such a way that he would become reliant on her as well as securing his total obedience.

“Now stop fidgeting while I do your bottom. I am going to be very thorough, so no more wriggling.” She was quite sure that he would not be able to contain his emotions as she ran her fingers firmly over his prostate and at the same time with her other hand, used her fingers like a claw, scoring them over the rim of his penis and then over the sensitive flesh of his glans. Blithely, Samantha Ignored the boy’s gasps of anguish as she fully and comprehensively exploited his acute sensitivity.

“Keep still you naughty boy… don’t make me have to spank you. You already have an appointment over my knees.” Somehow over the next few minutes, Samantha found an ideal rhythm for her fingers. His gasps of anguish spurred her onwards towards her goal of making him ejaculate. It seemed that every slight variation of her fingers produced shudders and shivers to his entire body. His mouth was wide open as he gasped for air. Samantha felt a thrill between her legs as she toyed with every one of his erogenous zones. She felt so confident in her handling of him that every deliberate stimulating touch was delivered with an unerring accuracy.

She heard the loud hiss from his lips as he desperately drew in air. She looked into his face as she increased the pressure of her fingers. His answering facial expression thrilled and aroused her. His face bore a look of shame and yet she could detect his reluctant yet heightened sexual awareness.

He knew what she was going to make him do, and yet he was he was helpless to resist. His inevitable ejaculation seemed to totally consume him. His body was completely vulnerable and openly available to her stimulation. He shivered and shook as she aimed his penis to shoot his semen into the bathwater. His climax seemingly wrenched from his body, prompted him to gasp loudly as she aroused and chided him at the same time.

“How could you Richard… ejaculating all over the bath. I can see that I will have to punish you even more severely when I take you over my knees. You know I would never properly hurt you, but I owe it to you to maintain your discipline. Smacked bottoms keep boys obedient and in line.

The thrill that she had felt between her legs now consumed her entirely. It thrilled her like never before. She increased the strength of her fingertips, goading Richard to keep ejaculating as she wallowed in the luxury of her own dynamic orgasm.

Suddenly and completely unexpectedly, she felt a hand slip between her legs and busy fingers begin to search and find her clitoris beneath her panties. Without warning she felt her panties being promptly pulled down.

She shivered in response to an incredible torrent of skillful stimulation as Vicki’s slender fingers engulfed her clitoris, callously intensifying her orgasm and making her peak again and again.

Although Richard was aware of Vicki standing next to his sister and watching him ejaculate, he was totally oblivious as to what she was doing. Samantha’s own fingers upon her brother, increased in dramatic intensity. As if in answer to her unexpected arousal and seduction by her new friend.

Richard was vulnerable and helpless as Samantha skilfully milked him so comprehensively that he felt completely under her control. He had no thoughts of resisting her, as he responded to her touch upon his shivering and quivering fourteen-year-old body.

It was twenty-five minutes later after Samatha had finished off his bath and both girls had lovingly dried him with Aunt Sue’s luxurious bath towels. They had covered his body in one of the large bath towels on Samantha’s instruction, knowing that baring his body once more would further embarrass him.

To his surprise, he saw Samantha leave the bathroom while Vicki took his arm and spoke to him. “Listen to me Richard Sweetheart. I have some instructions to give you while Samantha prepares herself for your punishment.”

Vicki saw his face flush immediately. “There is a protocol to be observed when being punished, so pay me your full attention. You must stand in front of Miss Samantha. You will always address her as Miss Samantha, but only when you are waiting to be taken over her knees for punishment.” She was thrilled with the boy’s timidity as he stood before her, listening intently.

“So, Richard, you will stand in front of Miss Samantha and say… ‘Please Miss Samantha, I am here for my punishment.’ You will then remain silent until Miss Samantha beckons you forward and places you across her knees.

Now Richard, it might be that sometimes you are still dressed, say when you have just got home from school. In that case you will wait until she beckons you, then you will approach so that she can take down your trousers or perhaps strip you completely. She will always be Miss Samantha until she tells you that your punishment is over. You must adhere to these instructions, Richard.”

Richard was blushing furiously but still managed to say; “I will do as exactly as you have said Miss Vicki.”

“Good boy, now come with me.” She led him towards Samantha’s bedroom. Richard blushed again, this time to a deep red as he saw Samantha seated on a high-backed chair. Her high-heeled shoes rested on a towel that she had laid down upon the floor. The towel was large enough to go under and in front of the chair.

Samantha looked at him cooly and imperiously as he followed the instructions that Miss Vicki had given him. He stopped several feet in front of her seated position and spoke nervously. “Please Miss Samantha, I am here for my punishment.”

Richard could not help looking at her face, which seemed even prettier and much older than her years. Knowing little of these things, still Richard never gave a thought to the fact that it was her make-up that had changed her appearance to that of a much older girl.

He waited patiently as Samantha looked at him. “Come and stand right in front of me Richard.” Richard stumbled forward holding the towel which he was gripping under his arms. Samantha spoke to him softly. “Hands on your head and stand up straight.”

Richard blushed as he obeyed her. She reached forward and pulled the tuck, so that the towel dropped to the floor leaving him standing naked and very much ashamed in front of his beautiful looking sister.

“Right, Richard you know how to position yourself.” She noted that his penis was flaccid as he came around to her right-hand side and leaned over until he lost his balance and flopped onto her knees.

She thrilled at his obedience while she quickly adjusted him until his penis hung between her thighs.

“Right Richard, you are back where naughty boys belong, naked over my knees with your little peenie hanging in the air and your naughty bottom raised for your spanking. Well Richard, I’ll soon have you thoroughly spanked, what do you say to that.” Richard felt utterly humiliated with his head hanging down. “Yes Miss Samantha, I’m sorry Miss.”

Samantha loved his humility towards her. She did not intend his spanking to be a punishment but knew he needed to feel the effectiveness of her spanking if she were to attain two more ejaculations. She knew the second one, running on from the first, would be punishment enough. Her own multiple orgasms at the hands of Vicki had thoroughly drained her and brought her to heights of excitement that she had never known she could feel.

Remembering Vicki’s words about embarrassment she decided on her course of action. Without a word she began to spank the beautiful cheeks of his bottom. She spanked hard and found that she was quickly covering his entire bottom cheeks. His plea’s delighted her as the sting in his bottom became unbearable. “Please Miss Samantha, beautiful Miss Samantha… no more please, Miss.”

Samantha’s voice was steady as she spoke. “Oh Miss Vicki, would you help me with his penis please I want two consecutive ejaculations. Be firm with him, He must not be allowed to shirk his schedule.” Richard’s face was blushing bright red as he looked at the floor. His hands were spaced apart as he supported himself.

Samantha deliberately kept up his spanking until Vicki held the opened pot of lubricant towards her so that she could dip her fingers.

Richard was in a mire of utter humiliation. His bottom was stinging so much that even one more spank seemed too much to bear… and yet his spanking had remained relentless.

He knew that his penis was throbbing and yet he had no idea why that should be. Samantha seemed so much more of an authoritarian figure and yet he could not understand the shift in their relationship. The day somehow had taken its toll of everything he knew to be normal. From his embarrassing medical to his even more embarrassing bath by two young girls, the entire day seemed strange and totally surreal.

The spanking had stopped to Richard’s relief as Samantha curled her fingers into the pot, scooping a large globule of white cream onto her hand. The girls smirked at each other as Samantha delved between his shivering buttocks and located his sphincter. Her fingers were firm and well-practiced as she spread the lubricant over his quivering sphincter and instantly penetrated him.

“Hooo ahh..oh..oh”

He howled as she thrust two fingers slickly through his sphincter and immediately searched for his prostate gland. At the same moment, Vicki grasped his penis with both hands and immediately slid back his foreskin. Wickedly she scored her nails over the exposed flesh before beginning a rapid friction to his exposed glans.

Richard could not believe the intensity of the stimulation being wrought upon him or the inescapable arousal that was taking over his body. He knew he was being elevated to an entirely different level of torturous sexual provocation. It seemed as if the sensation was running directly from his sphincter to the tip of his penis. His buttocks were burning like the fires of hell and yet his penis throbbing mightily and he knew he might ejaculate at any second. His utter humiliation of being naked and spanked over his younger sister’s knees seemed to engulf him in pure shame.

The inevitable result of the girls’ cruel exploitation of his body overtook his senses. He groaned in despair as his rapid ejaculation took him by surprise. Each thick emission of semen seemed to be torn from him without mercy. He realised that he really was entirely at their mercy.

Samantha seemed far more deft and skilled than ever before, seemingly ignoring his gyrations while she probed and prodded his prostate gland. She seemed to be able to prolong his ejaculation well beyond anything he had known. Eventually and thankfully, he felt his ejaculation come to an end. The hands beneath him seemed to draw the last vestiges from him and he felt his scrotum being fully encased and competently squeezed.

His body sagged as he sighed with a terminal fatigue. Suddenly there was an almost painful sensation to the glans of his penis. He moaned and yet it did not stop. Suddenly in the depths of his bottom, vigorous fingers began to prod the sensitive gland of his prostate and within seconds the fingers that were goading him seemed to align in a coordinated attack on his senses.

He pleaded. “Please Miss Vicki… Miss Samantha… no more please I can’t stand it.” His pleading was ignored as their hands and fingers increased the tempo. He felt sharp slaps to the cheeks of his bottom as at the same time, fingers cruelly scored over crown of his penis. It was pure torture for Richard. Both girls continued nonchalantly and with perhaps deliberate callousness.

Over-sensitivity is the most agonising of all sexual feelings, pure purgatory for the recipient. Vicki already knew that Richard would emerge through to the other side very soon and that their only course of action was to stimulate him as quickly as possible. Samantha would have had to admit that she felt utterly thrilled as Richard’s writhed over knees his bottom firmly impaled by her two busy little fingers. “Just a little more Sweetie, be a brave boy.”

Intently, Samantha looked down at her brother’s body. He was writhing in obvious distress and yet she felt a thrill at having him totally under her control. She noted that the skin of his writhing buttocks was nearly matching the tan of the rest of his body and thought that with just another few days of wearing the thong that his bottom cheeks would match perfectly.

Samantha realised that here she was comparing his tan as she was inflicting sexual punishment to his young and physically perfect body. His wriggling and writhing abruptly diminished and Samantha realised that he was perhaps coming through the distress of over stimulation.

Suddenly Richard raised his bottom and gasped. Samantha saw Vicki give her a knowing smile. And knew instantly that Vicki was applying the claw to his penis. Vicki had tutored Samantha all afternoon on the various methods of stimulation that she used on the boys that she was empowered to look after. They had laughed and giggled together. Vicki had produced a small battery-operated vibrating dildo from her purse and had used it to demonstrate a variety of techniques that she could use upon Richard’s penis. When they had exhausted all the stimulation methods that Vicki knew, she had placed it on the dresser with the makeup she had given Samantha. “I am giving you this because it is small and more importantly, almost silent. You can start playing with it in bed tonight. It will give you an idea what your brother feels like when you are arousing him and making him cum.

If you notice the flange on the end of the vibrator, it is to stop the device from totally entering someone’s bottom. So, imagine if you were applying stimulus to Richard while you were masturbating him on your own, you could slip it up into his bottom with complete safety. The intensity control on the flange is wide ranging so you could increase the intensity as he gets near to ejaculating.”

Richard could not help gasping once more as Vicki clawed her fingers over the rim of the glans. The sensation was so intense that he had to raise his bottom to try and evade some of the stimulation that her fingers were applying to the head of his penis.

He felt completely overwhelmed by the skilfull arousal to his penis and to the firm probing that was happening inside his bottom. His gasps turned to groans as he realised that he was going to be made to ejaculate once more. This time the feeling seemed so powerfully intrusive that he felt it would not be long before he would be forced to ejaculate.

The girls seemed to know exactly what was happening to him. Deliberately their probing and caressing of his body seemed to diminish. He felt their hands begin to stroke him with a lighter touch. The pressure in his bottom had stopped completely as the girls held him in a state of arousal insufficient for him to climax. He felt Samantha stroke her left hand over his back and down to the nape of his neck. Her hand slipped back over his spine until it rested on his bottom. Suddenly she began to spank him again.

“Now keep still Richard while I give you a little spanking.” As she proceeded to spank his bottom with her left hand, the fingers of her other hand begun to powerfully stimulate his prostate. Her touch was far more intrusive and stronger than he had ever felt before.

Vicki took her cue from a nod of Samantha’s head and began to stimulate his penis.
Her fingers were firm and rapid upon his captive member as were Samantha’s inside his bottom. Soon Richard began to writhe upon Samantha’s knees as both girls cleverly stimulated every single erogenous nerve ending.

Within minutes they brought the boy to a tumultuous climax. They spared him no relief, clawing the head of his penis and diligently probing and prodding him inside his bottom, until they saw him stiffen as if in rigor mortis.

He gasped and held his breath as he ejaculated profoundly. His semen shot from his penis vigorously and excruciatingly as he lay helpless across Samantha’s knees.

Vicki clawed at the head of his penis feeling his semen splatter against the palm of her hand. They allowed him no respite from the intensity of their hands and fingers. The spanks upon his bottom continued on and on throughout his wretched and agonising emission of semen.

Vicki saw that his face was as red as his freshly spanked bottom. She held his scrotum in the palm of her hand and squeezed it as the last drops of white viscous semen spilled onto the towel below him.

Sanity left him soon after his climax, the floor seemed to spin before him and blackness descended upon him. Vicki was quick to stand up and hold his head. Both girls carried him carefully to Smantha’s bed. They stroked his cheeks until his eyes refocussed, and he looked up at them as they sat either side of him.

Samantha’s voice was low and sweet. “Good boy, Richard. Now, when you are feeling a bit steadier, we are going to put you in your own bed and kiss you goodnight. Although you have had to have your little bottom spanked, you have been a good boy in lots of ways. I am no longer Miss Samantha, unless I have to punish you again. So just lie quietly and in a while we will put you to bed.”

It was Vicki that led the naked boy by his hand to his bedroom with Samantha following behind. “Stand by the bed while I pull down the covers. Now get on the bed on your hands and knees.” She saw the look of puzzlement upon his face but saw that he was obeying her. “Knees wide apart please. Good boy, just spread them a little further apart… there that’s the way. Now Samantha is just going to put some talcum powder on your bottom. Samantha stepped forward and took the lid off the tin she was holding. She sprinkled the powder onto his buttocks and then began to rub it in. Her fingers slipped deep between the cheeks of his bottom and between his thighs. Her voice was gentle as she finished spreading the powder over his skin. “Now sweetie, lay down on your back and spread your legs apart, I am going to put some more powder on your front. Nice and wide please, I don’t want to have to tell you twice.” She watched Richard obey her promptly. She could appreciate his humiliation at having to display himself so lewdly but thought his naked body looked delicious especially with his legs spread so widely apart. “Good boy, Richard.”

She sprinkled powder on to the palm of her hand and slipped it under his scrotum. She thrilled at the feel of his testes as she fondled them in her hand. She sprinkled more powder onto his penis and smoothed her hand over it and all around his groin. Time and time again her fingers ran over his turgid penis until she saw it rise upwards. It wasn’t fully hard, but she knew it would not take much stimulation to bring him to a full erection.

“There we are Richard, I am trusting you to not touch your little peenie. If I see talcum powder on your hands in the morning, I will spank you and increase your milkings to ten times a day, so you had better be good.”

The innocent young boy blushed as he protested. “Oh Samantha, I would never do that… not like some of the boys at school. I would never touch my peenie. I hate the thought of doing that.”

Samantha smiled as she drew the covers up over him. “Good boy, Richard, would you like me to kiss you goodnight.” She smiled at him as he blushed. “Oh yes please Samantha, your kiss… erm, when I was in the bath was lovely.” Samantha smiled and perched upon the bed, leaning over him. She ran her forefinger over his lips and then bent over him. She gave him a long lingering kiss. Nonchalantly she invaded his mouth with her tongue. She thrust deeply, impaling him like she would with her fingers in his bottom. Reluctantly, after a while, she withdrew from him before raising her head and looking into his eyes.

“Goodnight Sweetie, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Vicki stayed silent until they had switched his light off and pulled his door to, leaving a gap so that they would hear him if he called out in the night. Leaving the door ajar was another one of Vicki’s babysitting rules and maxims.

Samantha turned towards Vicki. “Are we really alike, Vicki… what I’m meaning to say is that although I am only young, I have no interest in sex as most people know it… you know thrashing around in a bed with a hairy man on top of me. I love being in charge of a beautiful but helpless boy and doing what I like to him. I mean when I had him in the bath with his legs spread and his hands upon his head, I orgasmed quite out of the blue. I know I had another with your busy little fingers, but my pleasure came from having Richard helpless and watching him ejaculate, knowing that because he is so obedient he was helpless to stop me doing what I wanted. Is that weird, Vicki?”

Vicki giggled. “No, sweet thing, I am exactly the same. When I am in bed and playing with my vibrator, which I do quite often by the way, it is always the thought of what I do to the boys that I sit. Think of it this way, here we are, two people in one location that are turned on by exactly the same thing. So, think how many more there must be in the world that are completely and utterly sexually satisfied, just by being in charge of boys. I think as we grow up, and they turn into young men that we will still feel the same way. I already shave my boys, so all that macho hair is whisked away leaving their skin as smooth as silk. If Richard starts to grow hair, which I think may be doubtful, you will have a beautifully smooth boy for as long as you want. Wouldn’t that be delicious!”

Samantha smiled happily. “Do you really think that Richard might not grow hair, I mean down there?” Vicki pondered for a moment and then looked at Samantha. “Richard will be fifteen soon and I have not, as yet, met another boy that does not show signs of growing pubic hair. He has reached puberty, so now is the time that he should be getting pubic hair. I paid attention to the areas that would show signs and there is none. So, as I said you may be lucky. His voice has broken too, and yet it is still very light and boyish. I noticed that you don’t have a mobile phone yet, but when you get one, we can correspond… privately that is.”

Samantha smiled. “I happen to know that I am getting one soon, I have seen the boxes in mom’s bedroom. I think she was saving them until Christmas. But if Richard goes up a class, which he will if I keep spurring him on, then I think she may surprise us both with the phones in celebration of Richard’s progress. We always get equal presents even if it is the other’s birthday. It’s just something that mom always does in case there is any jealousy.”

Samantha thought for a moment. “Vicki, I know you have given me your vibrator, but don’t you need it. I mean give me it when you get a new one or something.”

Vicki laughed at Samantha’s naivety. “Well, I have three more in my purse and that is by no means the extent of my collection, so I guess I won’t miss it. It was my starter one, so that’s why I brought it along. I didn’t know we would get along so well, but I sort of guessed that we would… and that you would not have anything like that. All my others are rechargeable, which would be a bind for you if your mother came into your bedroom and saw that you had a charger plugged in the wall with a naughty toy on the other end of the lead. Then she really would start thinking about puberty.”

Before Samantha could turn towards her own room Vicki spoke to her sternly. “Where do you think you are going young lady. I am going to give you your bath, Richard is not the only person that I am sitting for. I have run you a bath in my bathroom and I am going to give you a thorough cleansing.” Samantha looked at her and began to giggle. “I know what you are up to, Vicki Hammond… and I am quite sure that I am going to enjoy every second of it. So, lead on Miss Itchy Fingers!” The girls were both giggling hysterically as they headed for Vicki’s bathroom.

4A

Miss Emma Watson was deputy head teacher of Gladstone Senior School. It was her very first teaching job after leaving college. Being inherently and thoroughly ambitious, she had thought that she would perhaps only stay there for a year as a junior teacher, but as things turned out she had been wrong. The head teacher Caroline Soames had seen the potential in the girl almost immediately. She had liked the girl and had seen her industrious ambition. Always punctual and always well in front of her lesson preparation, Miss Watson had excelled and in turn so had the academic standard of the classes that she taught.

Even so a girl as young Emma would have had to wait years to make deputy head teacher, but as if by fate her future changed dramatically.

As had happened in many of the states across the US, the counties were awarded far more control over their own territories. Juvenile crime had risen right across the US and many counties suddenly saw a wide-open opportunity to nip it in the bud.

‘Corporal punishment.’ Simple and straight forward. No feeding and looking after prisoners for three months to three years, instead corporal punishment would be the punishment and the deterrent. Laws were quickly passed for its introduction, and it was not too long before the benefits became apparent. The success was lorded in Republican newspapers and on neutral television stations, and it was not long before people were asking why it was not reintroduced into schools. After all, it was said it always worked in the past and that our schools were the very breeding grounds that these brats, bullies and thieves came from. Surely good behaviour could not start early enough!

Eventually the same directive that was sent to all schools in Gallway County arrived at Gladstone School. Headmistress Caroline Soames read it with interest. It was not long before she realised that the county was again on its money saving habits.

Whoever performed the execution of discipline in the school, could also be called upon to administer judicial canings for the county. He or she would undergo four weeks training and coursework to obtain a Certificate of Discipline or ‘Cert D’ as it would become known. She had decided even before she had finished reading the many pages of the attached pamphlet that she certainly did not want to be involved in such a time consuming and physical task.

She attached the URL of the online pamphlet with her memo asking for volunteers amongst her all-female teaching staff. It was over a week later that she had the entire staff’s adamant replies, some were polite… others consisted of several pages of reasons why they could not possibly perform such a task… all of them castigated the niggardly county council for trying to save money, while shouldering their schoolteachers with even more work but no more money. Miss Soames sighed in despair at the disinterest of her entire staff.

The last memo that she read brought a flood of relief to Caroline.

Dear Miss Soames, with thoughtful regard to your memo dated the 21^st. I am hesitant to put myself forward for this post as I am the most junior of your staff. However, if there is a common disinterest from our teaching staff, perhaps we might have a chat at some point in the not-too-distant future. Yours Emma Watson.

Caroline picked up the phone, which she knew would ring in Emma’s small office as she could see from the timetable on her screen that Emma had a double free period. “Can you come to my office, please Emma.”

It was two hours later that Emma left the head’s office in high spirits. The deputy head was leaving in a week’s time. Her retirement leaving Miss Soames with the opportunity to offer Emma an inducement to take the job. This was a job which not one of the incumbent staff would take.

The summer vacation was the ideal time to take the course for the Certificate of Discipline. Emma had contacted the centre immediately and to her surprise was offered her induction the following day. On arrival for the first day of her course, she was surprised to see that the new extension to the police station had been allocated and equipped for the application of corporal punishment.

She was greeted by a smartly dressed woman of perhaps forty-years-of-age. She was very good looking. Her dark hair was swept back giving her an elegant corporate look. Her business suit belied her title badge which was hung from her neck. ‘Grace Osgood’ ‘Director of Corporal Discipline.’

“Miss Watson? So nice to meet you, please follow me. You are dressed exactly as I specified. Smart, but nicely short black skirt, white shirt and black tie. I bet you had to go and buy the tie. I sincerely hope you didn’t have to buy your black jacket; it looks very expensive and very business chic.” Emma nodded. “It is, but my mother is one of the directors of the fashion house, so it was a gift… that is… after I asked if I could have it.” She watched the woman’s face light up as she chuckled.

“I am Grace Osgood, and I hope we can become good friends. As most of the teachers that are taking the Cert B are women, you won’t be subjected to being hit upon by a bunch of men, unlike the female police officers next door. We are entirely self-sufficient and completely separate from the police. The miscreants check in here at our front desk. They attend without being fetched. Even the thickest and most recalcitrant ones realise that the grim alternative is jail.”

Grace Osgood led her through a long corridor to a sturdy door at the end. “Come through, this door is sound proofed as is the exit door at the other side of the room.” Emma was surprised by the modern and clinical appearance of the room. Everything was white. Cabinets filled the walls. The floor was a bright white and very thick rubberised linoleum. To one side of the room was a standard ‘A’ frame with a padded bar running across it, she presumed for the hips to rest on and to keep the buttocks well presented.

In the middle of the room was a very short but thickly padded bench. The nearest part of the bench curved upwards just before the end. Above it, hanging from the ceiling was a sturdy chromium plated chain attached to this was a horizontal bar and upon that was a series of connectors with ‘D’ rings attached to them. The sides of the bench, near the furthest point, had extremely broad padded arm rests at each side; they were set at a right angle and reminiscent of the armrests used for lethal injections.

There seemed to be fastening straps everywhere along the bench and the arm rests. To the right of the bench there was a stack of random pads and strips of cushioning all in bright white freshly laundered cloth. Emma felt thrilled by it all but still mystified as to how the body would be placed considering that the bench was so extremely short. Even a small boy would not fit on it.

Behind the bench was a tall stand with heart monitor from which hung a plethora of leads and sensors. To the side of the stand was a clear plastic face mask attached to a thick tube that ran to a fitting on the wall. Next to that was an arm cuff for reading blood pressure.

Emma thought that the room and equipment would silence even the most stalwart braggart. She noticed that there was no sign of the instruments of punishment.

“Right Emma, we have twenty minutes before you witness your first judicial punishment. So, let’s go into the staff room, we go through the exit door where the poor dears go after they have had their bottoms thoroughly punished.” Emma followed her into another long corridor, but Grace opened the first door off the corridor which was immediately to her right.

The room was spacious and fitted out just like a well-equipped kitchen diner, with a large table in the middle, around which sat several young women. Two of the young women were around her own age, certainly no older than twenty-five. They were dressed in nursing tunics. Next to them was an aristocratic woman of about thirty dressed very similarly to Emma and next to her were two smartly uniformed guards. Although they looked the youngest of the assembled group of females, they were taller and very fit looking. Emma realised that they would easily be able to handle boys of any age.

The girl’s uniforms consisted of a dark navy-blue skirt, which it was obvious had been deliberately tailored to be shorter than streetwear. Above the skirt was a lighter blue shirt and navy tie.

All the girls had their hair neatly pulled back. Certainly, sartorial discipline was being meticulously maintained. Emma wondered what the recipient of corporal punishment would think when, he or perhaps she, saw the girls for the first time. She was certain that embarrassment or more likely humiliation would play a big part in their punishment.

She had been surprised and perhaps a little nervous when she realised that she was to witness a punishment for the first time. Unexpectedly she felt a sudden frisson of excitement run through her young body.

What on earth was she going to see. She looked up to see that Grace had brought her a cup of coffee. “Milk and sugar are just in front of you. I will introduce the girls later, but I will introduce you to Jackie.” She nodded to the smartly dressed woman. “Jackie is an English teacher in a private school, and they always get their summer break a week earlier than the state schools, so she has already been here most of the days this week.”

She smiled at the young teacher, who nodded and smiled towards Grace and Emma.

“I want you to concentrate on Jackie as that is the job that you will be doing soon, I hope. We have still got a few minutes before the guards go to fetch the prisoner. Technically he is under arrest as soon as he enters the building. Two guards will already be with him and stay with him until he has a quick examination by our reception nurse and then fetch him here. They will also accompany him and help with his preparation along with our two guards. We will all have to be in place before the prisoner enters, that is the protocol we adhere to.
During the administration of the corporal punishment, the nurses will be at either side of the prisoner and Jackie will be at the foot of the bench. The first prisoner is a seventeen-year-old boy. He was in the driving seat of a car that was carrying stolen goods. The two thieves were also in the car with him.”

She sipped her coffee as did Emma.

“He was sentenced yesterday and ordered to attend today. No family are allowed in the building, so our only duty is to punish the boy. During the punishment I want you to view everything by walking around as much as you can. Do watch Jackie though, she is well trained and adept at sticking to the rules which I will give you some more of between the day’s punishments. There is no literature available to take back with you. The rules forbid taking any literature at all from the building, but there is a study room which you can visit for as long and as often as you would like.”

Emma looked at the two guards as they got up. Emma noticed straight away that their thighs were bare almost to their panties. Their thighs were exquisitely broad and long. Emma thought their legs and bodies were exquisite. She suspected that if flexed they would show their musculature too. The very tall, dark-haired one spoke to Grace.

“I’ll buzz you before they set off. Any problems and I will use the intercom.”

It was several minutes before Grace and Emma had finished their coffee. It was one of the two nurses that spoke to Emma. “You can pass behind or in front of us as you are walking around, you won’t be in our way.” Jackie turned to Grace. “Can I fill Emma in on my bit.” Grace laughed at her. “Your bit is the reason we are here.”

“OK Emma. I usually leave thirty seconds between each stroke of the cane. I might leave it a little bit longer if he is a bit distraught or if I think that the pain is slow to get to him. All the prisoners are different and my ‘raison d’etre’ is to make sure that it hurts as much as it should, I mean that it really hurts. It is something that we want them to remember for the rest of their lives. The next bit I am going to tell you has nothing to do with the rules, but Grace has accepted it and mostly agrees with me.”

She gave Grace a wry smile.

“I might go a tad lighter with a stroke sometimes. Some prisoner’s flesh is softer than others and I have had enough experience to tell me which is which. The heart monitor also tells me how it is going, and one of the nurses will give me a look if the prisoner is more distressed than usual. If you need to address me during the time the prisoner is with us, please call me Miss Chandler.”

One of the nurses smiled at Emma, who realised how pretty they both were. “We try to keep the prisoner calm, and we are allowed to talk to the prisoner. You will get the idea soon enough when you have seen a few sessions.”

She looked at her watch. “Oh, we had better go through. We all have to be precisely positioned before the prisoner arrives.” Everyone left the table as Grace put the cups in the dishwasher. She walked behind Emma who was following Jackie. Grace whispered to her as they reached the foot of the bed.

“Stand back while the guards are strapping up. Then go to the other side of Jackie to watch a couple of strokes, then if you want to, you can have a walk around or continue to watch Jackie. Oh, we had better give your surname to everyone in case we have to instruct you.”

“Emma smiled it is Watson, you know as in Doctor Watson.”

Emma had noticed that the bar that was attached to the chain now hung level with the raised end of the punishment bench.

The wait seemed interminable to Emma as she adopted the same stance as the rest of the girls, legs astride with her hands clasped behind her back. No-one spoke, but she suddenly noticed that everyone had become slightly more erect with their attention upon the doorway as sharp footsteps could be heard.

The double doors were pushed open to reveal two female guards walking on either side of a tearful naked boy. Emma’s attention was upon the naked youth as he was escorted to stand in front of the short, padded bench. He had leather cuffs strapped upon his wrists and ankles.

His body was shivering with trepidation as the two guards that were already in the room, joined the escorting guards in an obviously well practised and familiar routine. Every movement that the four guards made was rapid and precise. Within seconds the attractive young boy was held, face upwards, by two guards at each side of the bench as his cuffed ankles were attached to the bar and hoisted up into the air.

Emma watched, fascinated as Jackie placed her right hand between the crease of his bottom and adjusted the height of the bar using the small remote she was holding in her other hand, until the dimple at the base of his spine was barely visible.

She nodded to the guards and watched as pads were placed at each side of the boy’s torso before it was tightly strapped to the bench. The rapidity of the procedure made Emma aware that everything was happening so rapidly that a prisoner would have no time to physically resist. Emma noticed that as soon as the leather cuffs upon his wrists had been secured to the extremity of the armrest, that three more straps held each arm flat down on to the padded rests. The end result being that his arms were stretched out at a right angle to his body.

Emma looked over the boy’s naked and trembling frame. He was well built and, she thought, very clean cut. His physique was more like that of a swimmer with well-muscled legs and a slim waist. He was good looking with neatly cut lightish brown hair. He was certainly no street criminal, so she presumed he had befriended the wrong crowd. She looked down at his genitals noting that he was well endowed with a thick and lengthy penis and a bulging scrotum. A delightful looking boy, she thought.

She watched the nurses as they finished attaching the eight sensors to his chest and an oxygen level reader to his finger. She realised without noticing that his arm had already been wrapped with a blood-pressure cuff, prior to it being tightly strapped to the armrest. Emma guessed that the whole procedure had been carried out in less than three minutes.

Everywhere where there were straps, padding had been placed at each side of his torso or arms. The broadest and tightest strap was over his hips. The pads were thicker, and the linen covered pads were sculptured to fit neatly around that part of a tightly fastened body. A padded protector had been wrapped around his thighs, and a thick foam pad had been placed between his knees before they had been tightly strapped together. Emma thought that even the toughest prisoner would definitely be unable to move an inch of his body.

She watched Grace Osgood move to stand by his head. The boy looked up at her, his lips trembling as she spoke to him. “James Wilson, you have been sentenced to eight strokes of the cane, is there any medical reason why sentence should not be carried out?”

The boy’s voice trembled and he stammered a reply. “Oh… Ma’am… I didn’t know… I mean the boys said they…” Grace interrupted him. “Please answer my question.” There were tears rolling down his cheeks as he answered. “Er… no… erm… Ma’am, there isn’t”

Emma felt sorry for him, but she realised that most of her future customers would not bear any resemblance to this young boy. Her attention was drawn towards Jackie as she nonchalantly ran both of her bare hands over the cheeks of the boy’s bottom. Emma could see that she was squeezing and moving the flesh back and forth. Then to Emma’s surprise she parted his buttocks until the flesh was widely stretched, and she could see the pink flesh of his sphincter. There were gasps and moans from the young boy for the entire time that Jackie was casually kneading and stretching the flesh of his buttocks.

Eventually she took her hands away from the boy and stepped back, heading towards the cupboard behind her. Emma was intrigued as Jackie withdrew a cane from one of several tall, round containers and closed the cupboard door.

The cane dripped liquid upon the floor as Jackie walked back into her position. Emma could smell a strong scent of antiseptic from the rapidly drying cane. She looked at the instrument of punishment and realised that it was not at all what she had expected. She knew that it was not made of Rattan and that it must have been made of some kind of plastic as the colour was a dull grey. She added that to the ever-growing mental list of questions that she had for Jackie Chandler.
The cane seemed to be about as thick as her thumb, and she guessed that it would be very much more severe than the type they were about to use in her school.

One of the nurses took her attention away from the cane as she walked towards the end of the bench and stood facing the boy’s buttocks. Deftly she took a small spray from her tunic pocket and thoroughly sprayed his buttocks and the top of his thighs with what Emma assumed to be, an antiseptic liquid. She noticed that both nurses had donned Nitrile gloves

She could hear the ragged breathing of the young boy as he looked around at the punishment room staff as they moved about. He had gasped as the nurse sprayed his buttocks and then gasped again as she parted the cheeks of his bottom and sprayed the liquid against his sphincter.

Now he was beginning to look forlorn as one of the nurses bent over him and spoke to him. Emma was surprised at the gentle and caring way she spoke. “Open your mouth, sweetie. I am just going to put a nice thick Nitrile pad in so that you don’t bite your tongue.” Emma saw her take a plastic pink tooth-guard from a container as the helpless boy opened his mouth, and the nurse fitted it over his top teeth. I’ll just pop another one in for your bottom teeth, there we go… all done now.”

She patted his cheek as she moved around the arm rest and stood next his hips. She stood waiting as Grace Osgood spoke clearly and gravely.

“James Wilson your punishment will start now. You will receive eight strokes of this county’s authorised instrument of corporal punishment upon your bared buttocks. There will be a thirty second pause between each stroke. You will remain fastened for twenty minutes after the last stroke has been administered. Whatever you say will make no difference to the sanctioned administration of this sentence. This sentence is immutable.”

Emma stepped back several steps leaving Jackie more than enough room for whatever posture or movement she might need.

Intrigued to see something like this for the first time in her life, she became aware of every little nuance and gesture. She saw Jackie raise the cane well above her right shoulder and adjust her stance. Somehow Emma caught a subtle and quick, but certainly meaningful look between Jackie and the young nurse who was stood next to the boy’s waist. Because Emma had stepped further back, the nurse was almost hidden from her view by the boy’s suspended thighs.

It was sudden and almost frightening to Emma as the cane made a loud and alien swishing noise as it travelled through the air. The sharp crack which seemed to reverberate throughout the room was far louder than she was prepared for. She felt as if that first stroke would be imprinted on her mind for evermore. She was mesmerised by the sheer ferocity and physical fury of the cane. Her first reaction was to look at everyone’s face to see their reaction. To her utter amazement, there seemed to be no reaction at all from anyone. Even to the screams and gasps of agony that were coming from the young boy. His head was moving from side to side in distress. His mouth was wide open, showing the pink shields that had been inserted. He seemed totally oblivious to anything other than the intense pain that had seared across both cheeks of his bared buttocks.

His entire body seemed to shiver and shake within the confines of his tightly fitted constraints. Eventually his cries turned to sobs as the initial horror of the first stroke began to sink into his realisation of the cruel and brutal nature of his punishment. He seemed to look towards the nurse who was standing by his head as if asking for help. She looked down at him and gently stroked his cheek as he sobbed helplessly.

Emma looked towards Jackie who was examining his buttocks. It had been almost fifteen seconds before the first signs of a welt appeared upon the smooth skin of his bottom. To Emma it appeared that Jackie was more concerned about the placement of her stroke rather than any concern about the boy’s flesh.

The second stroke seemed to Emma to be of similar strength and fury as the first. The only difference being the absence of her surprise at the severity of the boy’s caning. Already aware of the insouciance of the entire staff towards the young boy’s suffering, she closed her ears to his screams and cries of agony and despair and moved closer to the end of the bench. She was interested to see what the spacing was like between the first and second stroke. She stood next to Jackie as they both examined the boy’s bottom cheeks.

The first welt had already turned to a livid red as the results of the second stroke began to appear. Emma could see that it was a few millimetres apart from the first but was perfectly aligned all the way along both cheeks. She thought it must be humiliating for the boy to feel the deft and casual handling of the tortured flesh of his bottom without a moment’s thought about his torment. Jackie looked at the boy’s face knowing that he was aware of what she was doing.

Emma was now able to see the nurse. She was intrigued to see her arm moving up and down. Curious, she walked around the end of the bench to see her grasping his scrotum in one hand while she stroked his penis with the other. She had a firm grip of the shaft and was rapidly moving his foreskin backwards and forwards over the rim of the glans. She smiled confidently at Emma as she continued with her firm manipulation of his timid flesh. She seemed intent on coaxing him to become fully erect before the next stroke of the cane could lash the quivering cheeks of his bottom.

To Emma the day had become full of surprises. She looked at Grace Osgood to see that she was well aware of what the nurse was doing to the boy… and obviously approved. As Emma looked towards the boy’s face, she saw that the other nurse was bent over him. The nurse’s hands were gently stroking the smooth skin of his chest. Emma watched the pretty nurse as her fingers played with his nipples, teasing each one to become erect despite his pain and anguish.

Emma returned to her position, watching Jackie as she opened the cupboard and dipped the cane into its container. The cane dripped a few drops onto the floor as Jackie raised the cane above her shoulder and watched the large clock on the wall behind the head of the bench. Suddenly, the now familiar sound of the cane’s trajectory whistled and swished through the air towards the young boy’s proffered buttocks.

The fierce splat and loud crack of the cane against his bottom was no less ferocious than the two that had gone before. The boy’s screams seemed louder and more anguished as his body shivered and shook. It seemed that his reaction was far more extreme as he tried to plead for mercy. Although indistinct because of his teeth guards, his pleas were heartfelt. Emma already knew by now, that whatever the boy’s reaction might be, there would be very little adjustment to his punishment.

Emma moved closer again as Jackie nonchalantly squeezed the cheeks of his buttocks and checked the mark of her third stroke. The nurse seemed busier than ever as Emma glanced at her pretty face. Her tongue was between her lips as she busied her hands upon the young boy’s penis and testicles.

As Jackie moved back Emma looked carefully at the first welt, which was now far more livid and a much darker shade of red. There was no broken skin, but Emma was sure that there would be severe bruising. She noted that Jackie had started in the middle of the buttocks and was working her way down towards the padded lip of the bed. She saw that with her accurate spacing, there was room for one more stroke. Emma wondered to herself whether she could ever become so accurate or wield so much force.

The boy’s legs were twitching uncontrollably, a natural phenomenon, Emma thought, of his nerve reaction to trauma. She watched Jackie carefully as she delivered the fourth stroke. The sound of the cane and the loud thwack of the punishing contact to the smooth youthful skin of a young boy, sent a sensation through Emma’s body.

She was not sure of what her unbidden response was. As an ambitious young woman, she frequently went through periods of self-examination as to what her responses were to different situations. She reluctantly surmised that the sensation could have possibly been sexual.

She shrugged off her inward doubts as she again met with Jackie almost shoulder to shoulder as they both examined the now striated flesh of his bottom. Suddenly Jackie took hold of her hand and placed it upon the bared cheeks in front of her. She whispered in Emma’s ear. “Have a good feel of his flesh. Use both hands and then I will talk with you later. You have got twenty-five seconds, so have a comprehensive feel. You are free to do as you like!”

Emma was taken aback but immediately began to feel his trembling flesh. She copied what she had seen Jackie do, she felt the same sensation again and there was no doubt this time as to what it was. With five seconds to spare she stood back and watched Jackie, wondering where she would place the next stroke.

The sound and the fury of the fifth stroke awoke her again to severity of a judicial punishment. She knew that very few people in the western world would ever have witnessed what she was experiencing now. She had been shocked almost horrified by the intensity of this young boy’s punishment. She knew that he would remember it for the rest of his life, even if it was to stop now. But on it went. She felt some guilt as she realised that she was learning so that she would be able… and be accomplished enough to administer the same level of punishment to whomever the female guards escorted through those double doors.

Emma stood with Jackie again as the boy wailed pitifully in his anguished and agonising trauma. She noted the exact spacing of the cane strokes were now moving upwards from the first welt upon his buttocks. The welts were becoming more livid as time passed, but still there was no broken skin. It took only a nod from Jackie for her, again, to place her hands upon his buttocks. All too soon she stood back and watched as Jackie raised her cane.

This time Emma carefully noted every nuance of her stance and arm movement as she delivered the sixth stroke to the agonised and tormented young boy. She could just hear the nurse at the head of the padded punishment bench talking to the boy above his gasps and sobbing as she stepped forward towards the boy’s bared buttocks.

“Only two more to come, sweetie. Come along be a brave boy, you can do it.”

Again, Emma examined and admired the precision of Jackie’s strokes. She was encouraged once more to feel the flesh of his buttocks before stepping back to her position. She realised that she was holding her breath while waiting for the stroke.

The seventh stroke was delivered just above the crease where the thigh meets the buttocks. Seeing where the stroke had landed during her now familiar routine of inspection, Emma suddenly realised where the final stroke would be delivered. Yes, she was sure that Jackie was confident enough in her skill at wielding the cane that she would deliver the stroke to that very spot. The most vulnerable and tender part of her permitted target area… the crease between thigh and buttock.

The nurse’s words broke through her thoughts and accompanied her footsteps as she regained her position.

“There, there baby boy, just the last one to come, then it will all be over.”

Emma was pleased that she had watched Jackie rather than walking around. She was interested to know whether the nurse that was arousing his penis had succeeded in producing an erection despite the boy’s pain. However, she felt that she would learn more about her intended job if she watched what she believed to be, a true master at administering the cane. She hoped that she would be given enough time to examine the accuracy of the final stroke.

The sound of the eighth stroke seemed to Emma to scream wickedly through the air. It was infinitely louder than previous strokes and seemed to dig right into the crease between his buttocks and thighs. The impact raised a strange scream from the boy. The scream was almost falsetto in pitch, and the volume and intensity of his vocal anguish filled the room. Even the guards looked up from their position near the double doors while the boy vented his abject distress.

Emma had noticed that the stroke had been delivered with more of a downward trajectory. She was not sure whether it was the new trajectory or the sheer force of the stroke that had increased the volume of sound from the cane as it speeded through the air. The loudness of the cane hitting his flesh she was sure was due to the force of the stroke. She guessed that the final stroke had been laid on much harder, a final reminder of his transgression and a painful lesson learned. Emma knew that she had many questions to ask but was wise enough to know that she had to ask them in private.

It was plainly obvious that the boy was distressed beyond words. His entire body was shivering and shaking. His legs, even though suspended were shaking visibly. His chest heaved as if there was insufficient air in the room to fill his lungs. Emma had never witnessed such distress. He fought against his straps with every muscle he possessed and yet his body could not move an inch.

Emma stood next to Jackie again as she examined the eight livid stripes clearly delineated against the pale skin of his youthful buttocks. Jackie seemed satisfied and patted the boy’s bottom as if praising her work. Emma examined the result of the last stroke of the cane and saw that it had striated every single inch of the crease in a livid streak of red. She realised how utterly agonising that stroke must have felt to the sobbing young boy.

Emma had hardly noticed that all four of the guards had left the room as well as Grace Osgood. There only remained the two nurses and Jackie within the punishment room.

Emma was impressed that both nurses were attending to the boy. Even through the height of his anguish the nurse at the head of the bench had continued to talk softly and comfort him. Now she realised that they were leading the boy to a natural but cleverly initiated dénouement.

“There, poor baby, it’s all over, no more spanks to your naughty bottom. My you have had a good cry, lots of little boys’ cry when they are having their little bottoms smacked. Nurse Adams is just checking your cute little peenie. Can you feel how softly her hands are stroking you. Some little boys have little accidents when Nurse Adams attends to their little peenies. Her hands are so soft and gentle that they just spurt their little juices all over themselves and we have to wipe it all up for them.”

The nurse at his hips was working assiduously and persistently as she had been doing throughout the intensive four minutes of his judicial caning.

Jackie gazed at his buttocks and winked at Emma as she stroked them with feathery fingertips. She looked at the young nurse who nodded enthusiastically. Sue Adams was experienced and deft at arousing the young prisoners that she liked the look of. She enjoyed it when much younger boys were being strapped on the ‘A Frame.’

Boys bent over on the ‘A Frame’ had to have their penis and testicles held up out of the reach of the strap. Nurse Adams had taken on the job, and it had become the responsibility of the nursing staff. If she liked the look of the boy she would masturbate him during his ten minutes reflection time.

Emma and Jackie watched the nurse stroking the boy’s penis to a full erection. Jackie had seen this many times but to Emma this was all new and she had to admit to being surprised as she made the young boy ejaculate wildly all over his torso. The nurse winked at them both as she milked him comprehensively until every drop had been skilfully elicited from his quivering body. Emma smiled at her as she went to find wetted wipes to clean him up.

Emma and Jackie walked through to the staff room and got coffee before Emma proceeded with her barrage of questions.

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The next six weeks of Emma’s summer vacation were spent at the Punishment Centre. Ambitious and dedicated, Emma learned quickly and thoroughly. The training room and the centre’s library and rule books occupied her time, and by the end of her six weeks she could cane and strap the dummy models precisely and accurately to well-above the judicial standards required. She could cane a dummy schoolboy or schoolgirl to county school standards using the official rattan cane. Whether it was strap or cane her accuracy and force were all measured by sensors within the dummies that the centre used for training.

One part of her training which intrigued her was the ‘hand spanking.’ They had three young people to spank that morning and Emma had sat and watched Jackie, who had changed into a short tennis style skirt that barely covered her panties. The hand spanking was given in a smaller room with none of the equipment or paraphernalia of the punishment room. All that was in the room were several chairs and facing them was a hardbacked chair with no armrests. A single guard had brought a young girl into the room. The second guard followed behind. The girl was naked as all prisoners were, having been stripped in the reception changing room and checked over by the reception nurse. The girl was attractive with pert firm breasts above a slender torso and narrow waist. Her legs were long and lithe. Her pubis was bare and smooth as if she had shaved herself very recently. She had a rather contemptuous expression on her face which Emma felt would not endear her to any of the punishment centre staff.

Jackie had seated herself upon the large chair and waited as the guards, more or less lifted her face down over Jackie’s knees. One guard held her wrists while the other pretty guard held her ankles. Jackie began to spank the girl, raising her hand well above her shoulder as she proceeded to wallop the young girl’s buttocks. She showed no mercy as the girl began to scream and tried to kick her legs. Emma counted forty spanks with about ten seconds between each spank before the trembling and shivering young girl was lifted off her knees and almost dragged out of the room crying and bawling. The young guards seemed to be very offhand with the girl. There were no words of comfort and Emma presumed that perhaps the girl had been rude to them in reception.

Jackie took Emma through to their own changing and powder room and showed her a rack of tennis-style skirts and loose-fitting tee-shirts. “You can do the next two. They are boys and quite timid I have been led to understand.”

Jackie spoke to her more intimately than usual. Emma thought that it might be that today was unsupervised by senior staff.

“It’s forty spanks each. Do you think you can do it bare handed or you can use the glove. The glove takes all the sting, and you only feel the spank. I would recommend that you do. The guards will hold them. Now because they are boys, I open my knees a little bit until their little penises and little marbles drop down in-between my legs, then I squeeze my thighs together. It keeps them nicely acquiescent and manageable. I stroke their little bottoms after twenty spanks and then I continue when they are a bit calmer.”

Jackie whispered to her. “Actually, the hand spanking is more severe than an over the knee paddling, which is only twelve strokes, but the parents are not so concerned about a hand spanking, so that’s what the magistrates and courts usually sentence them to receive.”

Jackie’s voice became even lower. “I have to admit that a lot of the punishments turn me on… but if the hand spanking candidate is a pretty boy or pretty girl, I quite enjoy it, if you get my meaning. Remember the first punishment you ever saw. Well, I got a real thrill out of that one and so did the reception nurse. She made him cum twice more before she let him get dressed. What I am trying to say is, if you are enjoying it, it doesn’t matter. There has to be some perks to this job.”

Emma asked her, “why didn’t the girl get a break and a bottom rub?”

Jackie grinned at her. “Because she was a stroppy bitch and was swearing at the reception staff. Plus, I read the court sentence. She got two young boys to do her shoplifting for her. I stay within the rules, but I can vary my punishments a little bit, that is… if I want to.”

Emma nodded. “I think you were right, Jackie!”

“I don’t think she will be back again, it makes them think twice, that’s for sure.”

It didn’t seem long before they had to get back to smaller punishment room. Emma felt quite conspicuous as she sat in the chair waiting for the guards to bring the prisoner through. The next prisoner was a twelve-year-old boy who had committed the same offense of shoplifting. Emma did not forget to part her thighs as the guards laid his shivering body face down across her knees. He was quite a pretty boy with a nicely rounded bottom. Emma was conscious that there seemed to be no officialdom at all for the hand spankings. In fact, she did not even know his name. She saw Jackie smile and nod her head in assent as she spoke to the boy. “What is your first name?” He answered, his voice trembling.

“Peter… erm Miss. I’m very sorry Miss.”

Emma smiled at his apology but liked the fact that he had said it.

“Well Peter, lie still and take your spanking like a good boy.”

She pulled the cuff of the glove up tight to her wrist and began. She was surprised at the loudness of the spank but knew that she was applying about the same strength as Jackie had done to the girl. She counted in her head as she began to deliver the first twenty spanks. The boy was tensing and reacting, but without any attempt to escape or evade his punishment.

His crying and his sobs of despair seemed to spur Emma onwards as if to make sure that he did nothing like shoplifting ever again. She found that she was holding her breath between a series of strokes and at other times she breathed freely. She was not entirely sure, but as she reached the fifteenth spank, she became fully aware of the burgeoning of his penis between her legs. By the twentieth stroke she was certain that he was becoming erect.

She stopped at twenty and took off her glove. She laid it upon his back as she began to stroke his bottom. Sometimes she stroked firmly, other times softly and gently. She could feel his penis twitching as she continued stoking him. Jackie was smiling at her… and then with a comic face pretended to look at her watch. Her cue galvanised Emma into action. She pulled the glove back on to her right hand and sat up straight.

“Right, Peter, last lot coming up. Be a good boy and keep still.” She began to spank him, keeping a count in her head. Her spanks were just as hard as the first set and within the first five swats the boy was crying loudly. She did not know why but she began to talk to him. “Good boy, Peter. Keep nice and still for your spanking… you know you deserve it so take your spanks and promise me you will never do anything bad ever again.” There was no tremor or breathlessness in her voice as she continued.

“Poor baby, having to have his little bottom spanked for being naughty. Never mind little Peter it will all be over soon.”

Had she lost count she wondered… she thought she had reached number ten. She looked at Jackie who quickly held up both hands with all of her fingers splayed. She nearly burst out laughing but managed to continue.

“Poor baby, are you feeling sore never mind Peter, sore bottoms make good little boys.” She increased the intensity of the last five strokes. His bottom was bright red and to her delight she realised that she had covered every inch of his quivering bottom cheeks. “There we are just two more and you are done, Sweetie.” She delivered them crisply and then took off her glove to stroke over his burning cheeks.

She noticed Sandra, the guard that was stood holding his wrists had let them go and was stroking his hair. After a while they let him up. Emma saw his distraught face and his trembling lips. Still, he managed to speak. “Sorry Miss.”

Before Emma could get up, Jackie came to stand in front of her, she held a box of tissues in her hand and nodded towards her thighs. Emma looked down and saw a clear sticky residue upon the inside of both of her thighs. Emma looked ruefully at Jackie. “I’ll give him ‘sorry Miss,’ the little rascal.”

The next and last of her hand spankings was another twelve-year-old boy. Jackie informed her as she looked at her paperwork. “Due about now if you want to get seated.” Emma sat down once more and awaited the next boy. Suddenly the doors opened to admit the two pretty Punishment Centre guards. Between them was a young boy. His face was nearly as pretty as the girls who were escorting him.

His feminine features and pale skin looked vulnerable between the two well-built and athletic girls. He walked timidly and obediently between them. There were already tears in his eyes and as Emma’s eyes descended to look at the soft flesh of his body, she was surprised to see that his penis was fully erect and was pointing towards his chin. She guessed that it was because he had been made to undress in front of the guards and the reception nurse.

His body was soft and rounded, not overweight but more like a layer of puppy fat. She could not see his buttocks as the guards stood him in front of her. The centre reception nurse was standing behind the boy and his escorts. She came around and hurriedly whispered in Emma’s ear.

“Sorry Miss Watson, would you like me to put a condom on him. Emma was smiling at her as she shook her head from side to side. “No, I’ll be fine, but thanks for thinking of me.” Sandra, the taller of the two guards looked at her. “Shall we get him up and over?” Emma nodded, intrigued to see the flesh that she would be spanking. She noticed the boy look at her with tearful eyes. He suddenly blushed and looked down at his feet. The girls quickly turned him over her thighs and Emma was able to examine the delightful pale and plump buttocks suddenly presented to her.

She decided to dispense with her glove and spank the boys peachy bottom with her bare hand. She stroked her hand over his upturned cheeks and continued downward, thrusting her hand right down between his legs. With her elbow outwards she delved below him, leisurely feeling his unusually plump scrotum before grasping the erect shaft of his penis and pulled it downwards until she could secure it between her thighs.

She squeezed her legs together, trapping his erection firmly. She was delighted to hear him gasp at the intimate contact. Carefully retracting her hand, she stroked both hands over the soft pliant flesh. Jackie watched her, seeing the confident way she was handling the pretty young boy.

Although she had already seen his name on the paperwork, she still asked him so that she could establish a connection. “What is your name?” His voice was shaky and hoarse as he answered. “It’s Johnathan Miss.”

Emma continued to stroke her hands over his buttocks as she spoke again, her voice soft and gentle. “Have you been a naughty boy, Johnathan?” He stammered his reply, his face blushing. “Yes Miss, I was with the other boy… the girl told us to do it.” Emma smiled, so they were all together.

“Well Johnathan I am going to spank your naughty bottom. Naughty boys always get their bad little bottoms spanked.”

“I am very sorry Miss, erm… very sorry Miss.”

Emma realised that she was enjoying herself as she raised her hand and without warning brought it down soundly upon the plump cheeks of his bottom. His gasp of anguish thrilled her as she raised her hand again. She proceeded to spank him as she had the previous boy, although she realised that she was spanking him more lightly. After the fourth spank the boy began to wail pitifully. She squeezed her legs together and immediately felt that although the pain of the spanking consumed him, his penis was still rigid between her thighs.

The boy was taking his spanking badly, but Emma realised that any leniency that she was tempted to allow, would negate the whole purpose of the justice system. From arrest to a hearing in court to sentence and finally to retribution. She quickly eschewed any thought of leniency. Instead, she treated him as she had Peter.

“Be a brave boy, Johnathan and take your spanking like a big boy. You have been very naughty, and naughty boys have their naughty bottoms spanked, don’t they little Johnathan.”

His voice was plaintive and desperate. “Please… Miss, dear Miss… it’s too much, I can’t stand any more, oh please… Miss”

Emma stroked her left hand over his back as she spanked his bottom fiercely, sparing him no respite, instead choosing her targets that she knew were particularly tender.

“Poor baby… is it hurting you sweet boy. Little boys have to have their bottoms spanked when they are naughty Sweetheart.”

Although the pain was intense and agonising and almost unbearable for his soft skin, Emma was aware that his penis was beginning to throb. She could tell that his nascent sexual feelings were blossoming and that her spanking was also arousing him as well as punishing his flesh. The last five spanks targeted the sensitive spot between thigh and buttock. By the time she had reached twenty his bottom had become bright red.

“Now baby, I am going to let you have a little rest before I continue. Shall I stroke your pretty bottom for you… would you like me to stroke your little bottom, would you sweetie?”

She used both hands, gently stroking over his soft flesh. “There, there, baby boy.” She slipped her hand between the cheeks of his bottom stroking over his sphincter several times before sliding down beneath him and cupping his scrotum. She squeezed the bulging flesh feeling his testes move as she jiggled them. “Poor baby, not too long to go now pretty baby boy.”

She looked down at his head and saw him pull his wrist towards his head. She could see Sandra ready to pull his arm back into position and then realised that the boy was kissing the back of her hand. She grinned at Emma as Emma raised her hand again and began the second set of twenty hard spanks. She felt the boy become rigid as the renewed pain of the first spank ran through his body.

“You are not allowed to clench Johnathan, be a good boy and relax your bottom, just for me, Sweetheart. Emma could not believe it when she saw him trying to offer her his bottom by raising his hips. “Good boy, sweet baby boy.” The spanking progressed testing the boy’s endurance to the limit and beyond. As she got to the sixteenth stroke, she began to rub her highs together. She could feel his rigid penis respond to the soft stroking of her thighs. Deliberately she increased the speed of her stimulating flesh against his captive penis until, on the nineteenth stroke, his body became entirely rigid, and his head raised up as much as was physically possible. She felt him ejaculate as she administered the final spank. She pushed her fingers between the cheeks and goaded his sphincter, prodding it again and again as he ejaculated helplessly. He sobbed and gasped between pain and pleasure.

Later, she thrilled at Jackies words. “You know, Emma, you handled that boy in exactly the same way that I would have done. You gave him his due punishment, but you saw how beguiled he was by our female staff. You will be surprised how many boys ejaculate during punishment. Of course, the nicer ones often get a little help.”

Emma took her test on a Tuesday morning in the presence of Miss Grace Osgood and several higher up officials including judges and magistrates. She did not wilt under test conditions but modestly demonstrated her skill with judicial cane, strap, tawse and Rattan school cane. There was no waiting for her results, and she was handed her Cert D. When she looked at the certificate it was already filled out with her name in a fancy Italic script. And at the end of her name was her teacher’s B.A. and added to it her Cert HD. She enquired about the H in the HD and was told it stood for Higher Disciplinarian. In the afternoon Emma was called upon to deliver sixteen strokes to an eighteen-year-old second offender, eight strokes to two boys, one sixteen and one seventeen -years- old and on top of that she administered several strappings to boys ranging from eleven years old to thirteen years old and finally, she applied the paddle to the bared bottom of a fifteen-year-old girl.

The nicest occasion was when Jackie Chandler accompanied her to Miss Grace Osgood’s office. “Emma, you have shown great skill and dedication. You may be surprised to learn that Punishment Centre’s do in fact pay their staff including their administers of corporal punishment. Because we don’t advertise the fact, we get applicants that understand the need for our services and are prepared to work for the common good of our lovely county.

I have rounded off all the time you have been training at three thousand dollars and your first administration of corporal punishment today at four hundred dollars. After today you will be paid the sums laid out in this council renumeration rates booklet. This money is deemed by the IRS to be a public service and an essential service for the county council as such it is not taxed.

Therefore, your school will not need to be informed of your extra income. Miss Chandler and I are most pleased with your contribution to this department. If you would let me have your bank details, your money will be transferred to your bank immediately.”

Emma Watson was delighted with the outcome of her meeting, and she looked forward to returning to school on Monday as the youngest Deputy Head Teacher in the county’s education service. Jackie had become a good friend, and she had given her the rest of the weeks work.

The ‘Sixteens’ as they were known were usually surly tough guys. Emma had secretly enjoyed seeing them crying and begging like twelve-year-old children by the time she had dispensed the full sixteen strokes at the maximum permitted velocity.

Inevitably after sixteen strokes, the skin of the boy’s bottoms would show mildly broken skin in several places. It was an accepted result and was thought of at the centre as not only acceptable but well deserved. There was talk of the centre being asked to administer two lots of sixteen strokes, each set being administered one week apart. It was thought that this would free-up even more space in the county jails. The governor of the county jail had spare cells in his jail for the first time since he had joined the prison service thirty years ago. He was a firm supporter of corporal punishment rather than incarceration within his prison.

Emma had felt the need to develop her muscularity as well as her stamina by training at the local gym each day before attending the PC as it was known amongst the staff. She had become toned and knew that she was much stronger than she had ever been.

Her well-hidden salary had enabled her to add to her wardrobe. The clothes she had chosen for school visually amplified her good-looks and she was looking forward to seeing the response of the miscreants who would now be visiting her office for punishment. Surprisingly, every parent had signed their consent forms to allow their sons and daughters to be subject to corporal punishment. The parent’s response and attitude had been…After all there has to be a proper answer to wrongdoing and a good spanking never did anyone any harm; in fact it did them good!

She felt happy as she was greeted by the headmistress and even happier when she was shown her new, much larger, office complete with punishment table for pupils to bend over. It was complete with optional ankle and wrist cuffs, but she expected them to be rarely used.

She spent a happy hour and a half arranging her office so that it was ‘just so!’

The head teacher, Caroline Soames smiled as she read the complimentary letter from the state senator; the letter praised her county and particularly, her school for providing a fully qualified administer of corporal discipline. Not only fully qualified but to the highest standard possible. He went on to say that the financial savings were really beginning to make themselves felt with her contribution adding to the growing body of disciplinary staff.

The next letter she read, or rather re-read, was her own instructions to all off her staff, instructing them not to hesitate in sending recalcitrant and unruly pupils to their deputy head teacher to deal with. Unruly students, she promised, would no longer be tolerated in this school.

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As Richard and Samantha stood together in the morning assembly, they listened to the welcoming speech from their head teacher. Richard was looking forward to handing in his homework from his vacation to see if they noticed, what his sister felt was, the meticulous execution of his work in every subject.

Suddenly his concentration was refocussed upon the headmistress as she called for the full attention of all of her pupils.

“You will be aware from the newspapers and television news that counties in this state can now make many more decisions at local county level rather than at the discretion of the federal government. Our neighbouring counties have reintroduced corporal punishment for certain crimes rather than jailing the criminal. They have also reintroduced corporal punishment in our schools. This county has followed suit and therefore, from today corporal punishment may be used upon pupils who show a wilful disregard for the rules of this school.”

She looked around the hall, noticing the differing reactions to the news.

“Furthermore, you will see in the coming weeks, fifth and sixth form girls with a badge of ‘Prefecture.’ I have observed this practice in Europe and within some US private schools, and I am fully convinced of its worth. A notice will be pinned to the board explaining the breadth of authority which the chosen girls will have at their disposal. That is all. I hope you will all enjoy the new term and give of your best. You are dismissed boys and girls.”

Samantha whispered to Richard after the headmistress had left the podium. “Hand your homework into your form teacher, Miss Beddows, so that your work is the first homework that she reads.”

Richard blushed, as he always did, when his sister spoke to him with authority. Their relationship had changed dramatically during the vacation, and he knew that when he saw his sister later in the day, she would ask him if he had done what she had asked of him.

Miss Beddows had been Richard’s form teacher for the past year. She was young and very pretty. In fact, Richard thought that she was almost as pretty as Miss Watson. Although she did not show it, Richard had become Natalie Beddows’ favourite pupil by far. She found his good-looks and his physique delightful and intriguing. He was polite, prompt and a hard-working pupil who was a delight to teach. She smiled at him as he approached her and politely laid the thick bundle of homework upon the corner of her desk, well out of the way from her own papers. Natalie noticed how politely he had placed his homework and suddenly realised that she was delighted to see him back again for the new term.

“Thank you, Sweetheart. It’s nice to see you. As you are first here, you can choose your desk and start emptying your satchel into it. I will look at your homework this morning as you are the first to hand it in.” She had noticed Richard’s face turn bright red when she had deliberately called him ‘Sweetheart.’

She moved her papers to the side and slid his work towards her and began to look through it. Richard was her brightest pupil, and he was already two classes in front of his age group. She quickly realised as she read through his history assignment, that the amount and quality of his work was outstanding. She had smiled to herself as she noted that History, which was her own subject, had been placed on the very top of the thick bundle of papers.

She had plenty of time to look over his other subjects, and by the time the classroom had filled she was down to his English Lit.

As she read his English paper, looking for any mistakes and finding none, she realised that she was going to lose him. Her meeting some time later with Miss Soames confirmed her fears. Natalie had watched her look through the work before she sat back. “This is graduate standard! He will have to move up. His sister is already three years up and I still can’t fault her work, so young Mr. Anderson will now be sitting with the sixth form. Will you be sorry to lose him?”

Miss Beddows looked at her headmistress. “More than I can say, Headmistress. He is a joy to have in my class, but I will still see him for history, although Miss Watson will have the pleasure of seeing him blush every day if she calls him Sweetheart.”

Both women laughed as the headmistress promised the necessary paperwork would be ready before the end of the lunch break.

Richard was unaware of any change in his status as he headed for the school canteen and joined the line for lunch. As he got to the head of the line, he was not surprised to see that his sister was already eating. She had commandeered one of the smaller tables away from the thrust of the boisterous rekindling of friends being reunited after the summer break.

He carried his tray over to her and sat down, already knowing her first question. “Well, come on, spill the beans. What did she say to your homework?” Richard smiled as he loaded his fork. “I have heard nothing yet. She may just thank me for it, and perhaps I’ll carry on as normal. I can’t expect to do as well as you have, I mean just as a matter of course.”

Samantha suddenly looked at him with concern. “How are you holding up, I mean down there?” She watched him blush immediately. “I have been alright… well until you mentioned it.” Richard’s face turned to a brighter red as Samantha deliberately embarrassed him.

“Well, it’s a good job that I made you spurt twice this morning, and it will be lots of smack botties and lots of spurts when I get you home this afternoon. It is a good job Mom has got a viewing at seven PM. That means she won’t be home until nine-thirty at the earliest, so I can give you your bath too.”

Samantha giggled at Richard’s bright red face.

“If you go up a class, I might give you a special treat. You know the one, it starts with my devious little fingers up inside your bot-bot. I bet you are erect right now, aren’t you Richard? Well calm down and think of your next class, maths always takes your mind off things.”

Samantha got up from the table and whispered in his ear. “You think about your maths, and I’ll fetch you a sweet biscuit and another glass of water.”

-

Richard had copied the equation from the board and automatically written the correct answer when Miss Curtis, the maths teacher, picked up her desk phone and, after listening, put it down again.

“Richard Anderson, she called! Would you go to the head’s office please, leave your books and I will leave the problem on the board for you.”

Feeling foolish at being called out in class, he headed up to the front of the class and looked meekly at his teacher. “Erm… you needn’t leave it on the board, erm…Miss Curtis.” He walked through the door as Miss Curtis made her way to his desk. One look at his open book made her smile. She knew most of the other pupils were still copying the equation from the board… and were still, at least, twenty minutes away from providing a correct answer.

Richard timidly knocked upon the office door leading to the head teacher’s study. He heard the young secretary shout “come.”

He realised his face was still red and hesitated for a moment before gently opening her door and moving to stand in front of her desk. He spoke quietly. “My name is Richard Anderson, Miss. Erm… Miss Curtis told me that I was to see the head teacher, I mean Miss Soames.”

The pretty secretary, who was privy to all of the school’s business, smiled up at him from behind her desk. “Yes, that’s right, Richard. I will see if she is free. Please take a seat over there.” She pointed to a chair that was placed on the opposite side of the room to the head teacher’s door. She never allowed visitors to catch a glimpse inside the head’s office in case the head teacher did not want to see them.

Richard admired the secretary’s trim figure as she tapped on the door and immediately went inside, firmly closing it behind her. He waited several minutes before she reappeared, this time leaving the door open behind her. “Follow me please, Richard.”

Richard dutifully followed her into the office. He blushed as he saw Miss Watson who was seated to the side but facing the headmistress’s chair. He stood facing the headmistress but felt he ought to acknowledge Miss Watson. He turned to her, blushing at her beautiful face as he spoke. “Good afternoon, Miss.”

She smiled at him and then looked towards Miss Soames. Richard was looking at the head teacher as Caroline, in turn, raised her head to look at him.

“Ah Richard, I am sending you up to Miss Watson’s Home Room. Miss Beddows feels that you would be better served in the year above and assures me that you are capable of keeping up with sixth form work. Do you agree with her summary? Richard nervously replied. “I have worked ahead in all my subjects, but I am not sure of what I might have missed. Would it be possible to look at the previous lesson plans of the sixth form… erm so I know what to catch up on?”

Miss Soames looked at Emma Watson. “Do you keep a record of those, Miss Watson?”

Emma Watson had surmised that he would need those and other information. She reached down to the case at the side of her chair and pulled out a thick folder. “These are all for you, Richard. Lesson Plans past, a bibliography of reading matter and publications you will need to read, and finally, this year’s lesson plans for all three terms.”

Richard was delighted that the textbooks had already been earmarked for him. He knew it would save days of searching the school library. He was really grateful.

“Oh, thank you erm… Miss Watson. That’s… erm really good, I mean really. I mean erm Thank You, Miss.”

Miss Soames looked at her new deputy. Everything ready and all she had said to her was that she was thinking of sending a boy up to her year. ‘Right on the button’ again, she thought.

“Is that sufficient for you, Richard?” Miss Soames looked at the handsome, tanned fourteen-year-old.”

“Oh yes Miss Soames. It is everything I need and more, it will save days in the library finding all the reference material, it really is everything erm… plus really.”

Emma was enjoying the boy’s conversation with Miss Soames as she casually catalogued every part of his body in her mind. Lovely long legs, perfect bottom, lately, my favourite part of the young male anatomy. Let me think, beautiful face, slender physique. I wonder what he is hiding down there. I could do with him stiffening up a bit, just to gauge the size. A bit of one-to-one tuition perhaps, or the ‘pièce de résistance’ a smack botty, if I can find an excuse.

Richard said goodbye to Miss Soames and thanked Miss Watson profusely for the reference bibliography. He was to report to Miss Watson’s classroom at eight-forty a.m. in the morning. Wow, he had done it!

Samantha was in raptures as she made Richard tell every detail of his afternoon from the moment when Miss Curtis had called him out of class to the moment he left the head teacher’s office. Then she made him repeat it until there were no omissions in his recollection.

Samantha insisted they take the bus home, which would cut twenty minutes from the journey than if they had walked home. She did not want to waste a minute of her time alone with Richard and she had a tight schedule.

She unlocked the door and walked into the kitchen with Richard following her. She turned to him. “Quickly Richard, take all of your clothes off and stand there with your legs astride and your hands upon your head. You are not to move one inch until I give you permission.”

Richard blushed. “But Samanth….”

Her voice was sharp, almost like the crack of a whip as she admonished him. “What did you call me? You know the rules, now do as I say immediately.”

Richard blushed, his face colouring quickly to a deep shade of red. “Sorry Miss. It’s just if someone walked in, they would see me naked. What if mom came back early for some reason?”

Samantha was enjoying herself. She knew beyond the slightest doubt that their mother was almost eighty miles away making sure that the house that was she was selling, was perfect for one of her most important viewings.

Samantha knew that she had only got a few minutes to spare, so her voice was sharp and strict. “Richard, you will obey me right now. One more word and I will spank you raw with the hairbrush.”

Richard shuddered and although he felt totally embarrassed at the thought of being caught naked, he quickly began to strip. He was aware that his little sister was watching his every movement.

He quickly got down to his underpants and hesitated for a second. Samantha’s voice immediately prompted him into action.

“Drop them, boy. NOW!”

Richard quickly dropped his underpants to his ankles and stepped out of them. He was about to pick them up, only to realise that Samantha had beaten him to it. She gathered all his clothes and walked to the foot of the stairs. “You had better be in position when I come down Richard, I will be bringing the hairbrush with me.”

She had noticed that his penis was beginning to erect as she had gathered his clothes. She smiled to herself as she quickly took his clothes to his bedroom, and then with a feeling of excitement, fetched the black ebony hairbrush from her own room.

Looking at her watch, she skipped down the stairs to see that her brother was standing as she had instructed. He had obviously made an effort to have his feet at least a metre apart and his hands were placed one on top of the other, both firmly upon his head.

She stood behind him and slightly to the side as she gave him a firm spank with the flat of the hairbrush on the middle of the cheeks of his bottom. She heard him gasp loudly.

“That is just is just a taste of what you will be getting if there is any more nonsense, Richard. Do you understand me?”

Richard seemed more acquiescent and almost timid as she stroked her hand over his bottom. “Yes, Miss, I’m sorry. I get nervous if I think someone will see me standing like this.”

She slipped her hand around his waist and then downwards to feel that the shaft of his penis was already thickening. “Good boy, Richard. You know I love you, but you must always obey me. Now keep your position while I look at you.”

Samantha looked at her watch as she kept her position behind Richard. She was delighted to see the front door open quickly to admit the thirteen-year-old girl that was her best friend, confidant and soul mate.

Richard was just about to cover himself with his hands as the hairbrush smacked loudly against his bottom. He watched in horror as Rowena Ellis, quietly closed the door behind her and drew the bolt across as she had been instructed.

She had changed from her school uniform into a navy, flared skirt which, was cut very short and showed almost all of her long thighs. Her midriff was bare from below her deep navel-to the tied ends of her shirt waister.

She knew that she looked particularly sexy in this style of outfit especially as she had left the top three buttons of the shirt undone. On her feet were white socks and white tennis shoes.

She had almost the same tan as Richard and her bare thighs and bare torso were so exciting that Richard could not take his eyes off her.

Her voice was cool as she approached and spoke to Samantha, seemingly ignoring the naked boy. “Has he been naughty already Samantha? Would you like me to give him his spanking or are you going to do it.”

She stood in front of Richard and overtly looked him up and down, delighted that he was standing there trembling but otherwise immobile, while she examined his naked body for the first time.

It was an immense moment for Rowena, but her face showed nothing but polite interest. Samantha had told her how delicious he was when naked, and Rowena admitted to herself that she had been more than right.

Rowena realised that he was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen. Of course she had seen him many times at school, but now she could appreciate every inch of his naked physique rather than just his goodlooking face. What a sheer and unadulterated treat, she thrilled as she thought how mortified the naïve young boy must feel.

She looked down to examine his almost erect penis and the bulging scrotum hanging snugly and tightly beneath the straining shaft. Even with her blatant observation of his most private parts he obviously dared not to move an inch. He was trembling quite visibly from head to foot; his lips were quivering as if he was going to cry, and his face was bright, bright red.

Rowena’s well-spoken voice was clear and crisp as she asked the burning question to Samantha, studiously avoiding any hint of eagerness in her voice. “Do I have your permission to examine him, Samantha?”

Samantha replied nonchalantly. “Of course, Rowena. After all you are going to be giving him his bath, and I asked you to come over specifically to help me with his milking. Up until we got home from our lovely vacation, I have had my aunt to help we with Richard’s various needs, and as you are already an experienced babysitter, you will be very useful to help me in looking after this young man.

I would like you to familiarise yourself with his genitalia first and then have a good feel of his bottom. You can save penetrating his bottom hole until you get him into his bath.”

Richard was quaking with embarrassment as the two girls discussed him as if he was not there. He looked at the pretty girl in front of him as she moved her hand forward between his legs and suddenly cupped his scrotum.

He gasped with indignity as she gently squeezed his testes, before taking hold of his penis and retracting the foreskin until it was pulled back tight. The girl suddenly looked into his eyes as she held his foreskin, wickedly stretching it back even more tightly in her hand to see his reaction. She was delighted as the boy winced and shivered simultaneously but did not attempt to evade her hands in any way.

She spoke to him directly for the first time. “I hope you are going to be a good boy for me Richard. I am sure that you do not want to let your sister down by displaying bad behaviour in front of me. You may call me Miss Rowena while I am in charge of you.”

She held his penis firmly with one hand and scored her slender fingers over his nipples with the other. First the left until it erected, and then the right one, looking at his face intently to see his reaction.

“Good boy… don’t be shy… these things have to be done if we are to see to your compulsory milking efficiently.”

Richard felt his penis throb. He was so mortified that he felt compelled to look at her. She smiled at him showing her white teeth and then moved her body around to his hip, keeping a firm hold of his penis. She stroked her other hand over his buttocks, paying special attention to the crevice between his cheeks.

She deliberately let her breasts press against his body as her fingertips stroked over his sphincter as if she was going to penetrate him. He shivered at the thought but was relieved when she let go of him and stood back facing him once more.

Samantha was delighted with Richard apart from his trembling body and gasps and groans as the girl examined him, he had remained standing as he had been placed.

“Thank you, Rowena. You can see how sensitive he is, so let us get him into the bathroom. We can decide who does what once we get him standing up in the bath.”

She moved around to stand next to Rowena. “Off you go Richard into the bathroom. You can put your hands down by your sides and take yourself upstairs.

We will be along in a minute or two, so why don’t you fill the bath. About ten inches will be ideal… so run along, there’s a good boy.”

Richard blushed profusely as Samantha smacked his bottom with her hand as he turned around. He walked up the stairs, his embarrassment was quite profound as he thought of being handled by the two girls, both younger than him.

Somehow being on his own with a clear set of instructions made him feel embarrassed, knowing that he was preparing the bath for his own humiliation. Not unlike a prisoner sharpening an axe for his own execution.

He realised that Rowena was just as pretty as Samantha; he had noticed that when at school, the prettier girls always seemed to befriend other girls that were just as pretty .

Perhaps it was to retain their popularity status. He just knew that being washed and bathed by Samantha and Rowena would be unbelievably shameful and demeaning. He felt a shiver run through him as he thought of what they might do to him. Would Rowena really penetrate his bottom!

He looked down at himself as he tested the water and turned off the Fawcett. He saw to his horror that his penis was still fully erect and throbbing in time with his heartbeat. He prayed that it would go down before the girls came up to his bathroom.

Rowena and Samantha had ascended the stairs when Richard was safely out of the way. They were in Samantha’s room and Rowena watched as her best friend changed into an outfit just as skimpy and daring as her own.

As Samantha applied her make up, they talked casually, their conversation was upon the boys that Rowena had been sitting for during the long summer break. Samatha had prompted Rowena to tell her some of the details.

She had always known that Rowena would never exaggerate but would always stick to the facts. Every detail would be completely accurate.

“I had this one boy… he was fifteen years old. His mother had particularly asked me to sit him, rather than someone older, because he was so timid and nervous with girls his own age.

As soon as she had gone, I began to test his obedience. I ordered him to get his books and do his homework. Honestly, he was like a robot… he couldn’t start work fast enough. Whatever I asked him to do, he did straight away. So finally, I told him to go up to his bedroom and get undressed and then go to the bathroom where I would be waiting to give him his bath.”

Rowena rolled her eyes, comically.

“Apart from blushing as red as a fire-engine, he obeyed me straight away. When he came into the bathroom, he didn’t even dare to cover his pretty penis and balls. He just tip-toed in blushing like crazy. Talking about crazy, his penis was really, really big for his age.

He didn’t get hard while I was washing his legs and his chest, so I washed his bottom cheeks and then slipped two soapy fingers straight up into his bottom. Honestly his penis was as hard as steel within seconds. I washed his penis with one hand and felt around inside him with the other.

I could hear him gasping and groaning louder and louder, and then he spurted like a fountain. It was all over the bath sides as well as in the water. He kept saying, ‘sorry Miss, so sorry Miss.’ But I just baby-talked to him until he had calmed himself and settled down again.

His mother rang me the next day and asked me to do another night as well as telling me that Simon had told her that I was a very good babysitter and that I had even helped him with his homework. I don’t think Simon wanted to tell her about his bath!

Since then, I have done eight nights with Simon. One night I made him cum three times! Honestly, Simon could spurt for the Olympics.”

Samantha was still giggling as she gave Rowena a rundown of how she wanted her to handle Richard.

The girls were thrilled with prospect of handling Richard as they passed the head of the staircase. The bathroom door was pulled to, but still slightly ajar. Samantha told Rowena to go in first as arranged and she would follow when she heard her cue. Rowena was delighted to see that he was ready and standing next to the bath with his arms hanging down by his sides.

His face was blushing bright red. Suddenly the colour intensified as he saw that it was Rowena that had entered the room. From habit she dipped her fingers into the water and checked the temperature. She straightened up and looked at his body from head to toe.

“Don’t you think it is rather rude to have an erection in front of your babysitter!”

She could see that the boy was dumbfounded by her observation. “It’s OK Richard, I know that all little boys like showing off their little peenie’s. Now get in the bath and kneel down holding the sides while I wet your hair. I want no nonsense from you, so come along, quickly now.”

Rowena stood with her arms folded across her bare midriff and waited while the naked boy tried to get into the bath modestly.

“It’s no good trying to hide your little pee-pee, Richard. Stop messing about and get in properly. If you make me have to spank you naked over my knees, I will do it in a heartbeat, so be warned.”

Richard obeyed, feeling foolish as his penis seemed to be getting so hard that it was pointing upwards as he knelt down in the bathwater. His torso was upright, and his hands were placed flat upon each side of the bath.

Rowena was delighted with his posture. “Knees further apart please Richard.”

She watched as he obeyed. Taking the shower attachment from its cradle, she tested the temperature spraying water into the bath behind him. She was ready!

“Her voice was louder as she instructed him. “Head down, eyes shut… yes that’s the way.” She was aware that Samantha had entered the room silently and was standing behind her. “Good boy here comes the water.”

The boy was obediently keeping his eyes tightly shut as she sprayed his hair. The shampoo followed as she switched off the lever of the Fawcett.

She lathered his hair and then rinsed it, instructing him each time to keep his eyes shut as she re-lathered it, this time deliberately playing her fingers around the nape of his neck, which she knew would feel intimate and arousing.

“Good boy let me help you up. I want you standing with your hands upon your head and your legs as wide as the bath will allow. Do you understand what to do?”

She was delighted as she looked over her shoulder to Samantha and grinned as the boy answered her politely. “Yes, Miss Rowena.”

She noticed that he still had his eyes closed as he blindly adopted the correct position. “Keep your eyes tightly shut while I use the washcloth on your face.” She soaped the flannel and gently washed his face and ears and then down around his neck. “Don’t move while I do under your arms, I promise I will use the cloth so that I don’t tickle you to death.”

Samantha saw that Rowena was in her element as she handled the boy’s bath. She had abandoned the washcloth as she smoothed the soap over his chest, her fingers made lazy circles around his nipples to give him a little more stimulation.

Both girls noticed that he was still fully erect as Rowena’s hands soaped as low as she dared to go without touching his penis. She abruptly started at his shins and worked higher until she was soaping the insides of both of his thighs.

She could see the boy looking more and more embarrassed and uncomfortable as the back of each hand began to touch his scrotum. She was firm but gentle as she soaped upwards over his buttocks and then suddenly, she delved between them.

Deftly she washed from the top of the deep divide right the way over his sphincter and down to his perineum.

“Relax your bottom for me Richard, I want your buttocks to stop clenching when I touch them. Do you understand me?” Richard’s voice sounded meek as he answered her.

“Yes Miss Rowena, I will try, Miss.”

Rowena thought it delightful that he could not see her as she had not rinsed his face but had left it covered in lather.

She slipped her right hand between the cheeks of his buttocks once more and, before he could tense his bottom she slipped two rigid fingers straight up inside him.

“Hoo… er…ah” His gasps were a protest but of course he was too late.

Suddenly he looked alarmed as Samantha slipped her hands between his thighs, and, gathering soap moved her soft hands upwards until she could grasp his scrotum in one hand and his throbbing penis in the other.

Richard was totally lost; the sudden realisation that Samantha was there in addition to Rowena and the intense sensation of being fully penetrated as his penis and testicles were enveloped in soft, firm hands overwhelmed him.

Their deft and practised handling subdued any thoughts he might have had of resisting. Rowena made sure that he was fully impaled upon her fingers as she dipped the washcloth and wiped his face.

Samantha let go of his testes and reached down for a towel and dried his eyes as she cleverly retained a firm hold upon his rigid penis.

With both hands now free, she bared the head of his penis and began to stimulate the very tip of his urethra with the flattened palm of her hand. After two rotations she formed her finger and thumb into a circle and rapidly slid them backwards and forwards over the coronal rim of his straining penis.

Rowena took over holding his scrotum with her left hand as she initiated a rapid stroking and prodding of his prostate gland with her right. Richard’s eyes flew open in alarm as the girls physically assaulted his senses.

They spared him no respite, no leeway as their fingers cajoled and stimulated him mercilessly. He ejaculated forcefully, unable to retain any semblance of control as on and on it went. Even when he pleaded for them to stop, they did not.

Through the torturous anguish of over stimulation, they goaded and taunted his naïve senses until his body shivered and shook in distress. There was no respite. Even as pain turned to pleasure, there was still anguish in his voice as he cried out.

“Oh, please Miss Samantha… Miss Rowena, no more… please Miss.”

Although their ministrations to his body were firm and rapid, they were quite comfortable in the knowledge that a second ejaculation would not be far away.

Samantha was delighted to see that his head was thrown backwards and that his mouth was wide open as he tried to endure the intense attack upon every erogenous nerve in his body.

The girls did not have to wait long as he reluctantly capitulated to their constant and clever stimulus. His reserves of endurance left his body as rapidly as his semen shot through the air to splatter against the tiled walls of the bathroom.

Again and again, he shuddered as semen seemed to be dredged up from the depths of his body and was intensely ejected at full force from his throbbing penis. The extreme stimulation nonchalantly provided by the two young girls was incessant. Rowena’s fingers were unerring in their accuracy, responding to every contraction inside his fully impaled bottom hole. His cries went unheeded until Samantha and Rowena were satisfied that he was completely and utterly drained.

Rowena’s voice was soft and low as she almost teased him with her words. “Poor, poor baby boy. Was it all too much for you, did your clever little sister milk your little peenie until it was dry. Never mind baby boy, it had to be done didn’t it, Samantha!”

Samantha stroked her hand down from his tummy and over his thickened penis and cupped his scrotum.

“Yes, it’s a shame that he becomes so distressed when he knows that his little pee-pee has to be milked twice consecutively. Never mind, we will make his dinner and let him do his homework before we milk him again, won’t that be nice baby boy.” She stroked his blushing cheek softly.

“We will postpone your little smack-bottom until later. Now, as a special treat for being a good boy today, I will lay you down on your bed and kiss you. It will be a long and loving kiss. Because you are a very sensitive boy. I am going to ask Rowena if she will perform a deeper penetration of your bottom while I am kissing you. She will massage that little spot inside your bottom with all of her slippery long fingers penetrating you. You will be helpless and entirely acquiescent during the time that I am kissing your lips and Rowena is probing and prodding inside you. I love you dearly, Richard, so you know I will do what is best for you. Do you think you would like that, my bare baby boy?”

Richard listened to every word and felt a shiver of dread run through his body. The girls could see that his lips were quivering, and his body was trembling as he thought about what was to come.

Some time later in the evening the house phone rang. It must be Mom, thought Samantha. She picked up the handset and pressed the accept button. She was surprised when she heard the clear and authoritative voice of one of her teachers, Miss Watson. “Can I have a word with Mrs. Anderson?” Samantha explained pleasantly that her mother would be home later, but that she would tell her that she had called. “Is Richard available?”

Samantha wondered if it was about the change of class tomorrow. “Oh, Miss Watson I was just going to put him… erm. He has gone to bed.”

The faux pas was not lost on Miss Watson, but she ignored it for the moment. “I would like Richard to come to school earlier tomorrow, if he could be here at seven o’ clock.”

Samantha quickly replied, hoping her slip-up had gone unnoticed. “That will be no problem, Miss Watson. We’ll come in for seven a.m.” Emma smiled to herself, so simple really, ask and thou shalt receive. “Thank you, Samantha, I will see Richard at seven.”

Emma thought carefully. ‘Put him… it could only have been ‘put him to bed!’

It was a blessing that Richard was not privy to the earlier conversation between the beautiful Miss Watson and the pretty medical photographer, Pauline Toft, as she checked the final positioning of her camera for tomorrow morning’s medical examinations.

“I have a problem, Miss Watson. Professor Cramer has just told me on the phone that she cannot get to the information I need on ‘positioning’ until eleven a.m. tomorrow.”

Miss Watson looked at her seeing that she had more to say. “She did tell me, however, that one of your students has already had the new medical, privately. I wondered if perhaps we could locate the pupil and see if he can recall his positioning and demonstrate them all for me. It would be far better than trying to interpret some of the medical jargon.”

Miss Watson looked at the extremely pretty and confident young girl. “Do you have a name or any information on who this student is? I could, of course, ask in the fifth form classroom when they start lessons, but that would make you late.”

“Oh, she gave me his name, I have it here somewhere.” She searched her bag and pulled out a slip of paper. “Yes… erm… it is a boy called Richard Anderson. Could we find him?” Emma smiled to herself. “I will have him here, soon after eight thirty, if that will help.”

“Oh, that would be just right, I can even do the lighting and camera positions at the same time, so I will be ready for the first boy by eleven-thirty. Things are so much easier when you have a lighting model before the shoot. But what if he won’t do it, I mean get undressed for me and go through all the positions. There are a great many more than last year?”

Miss Watson smiled. “I might be able to help you with that.”

TBC

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