Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2006 16:42:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Minor Saint <col_saint@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stephen became Stephanie Part One

 Stephen looked forward to school with the same lack of genuine
enthusiasm most boys felt at the end of a long holiday. This was one of
the longest of the year, having lasted a full six weeks and although he
never admitted the fact, he was looking forward to getting back, if only
to get away from the boring routine each day and doing the same old
things with the small circle of friends he had grown up with.

 At fourteen, Stephen was a pretty boy, with very long, fair hair kept in
a trendy ponytail; tall, with slim, long legs joining at a perfect, full
and round "bubble-butt." He enjoyed admiring himself naked in the
mirror, his long legs extending from his round full cheeks, separated by
the perfect cleft, and his long sensuous back. Stephen was always excited
by the thought that, from the back, he looked like a very tall, slim
girl, not a boy. He liked to pinch his mum's silkiest knickers and
prance in them with his blond hair loose, his small cock pinched between
his long legs, and his hands over his nipples, pretending to hide a pair
of budding breasts. Stephen was so pretty; his masquerades always gave
him a raging hard-on.

Stephen hadn't gone out with girls as yet, although a good number had
tried to force their attention upon him. He still preferred members of
his own sex for company; girls were so remote, so unfamiliar, they were
not an object of desire for Stephen. His cross-dressing left him much
more interested in teasing himself, and intrigued by the vague but
forbidden idea of teasing other boys.

It was during the school holidays that Stephen had heard of the death of
his school's headmaster, which had come as a tremendous shock to the
whole community because he had been seen as a most fit man and could only
have been in his late forties.

 Stephen remembered vividly the last time he had contact with the late
Mr. Randall, but probably not quite as vividly as the boy of his age but
in a different class to him who had received a caning behind the closed
doors of his study while Stephen waited outside to see him on a perfectly
innocent matter.

 Stephen had always kept out of trouble generally, except for minor
issues where line or detention were the order of the day. He was aware
the cane had its place in the school where all masters had the power to
resort to its use. Mr. Randall's use of the cane was always evident
however and stood out like a beacon from the rest of the master's in the
school, because he was the only person allowed to cane an errant boy's
backside and the vivid stripes were plain for all the world to see in the
changing rooms or shower where it became something of a status symbol to
show other boys the results of their misdeeds.

 The boy was already inside the headmaster's study when Stephen had
arrived to see him on a matter relating to a career opportunity he was
interested in. The door had a sliding sign, which signaled whether it was
vacant or otherwise whenever the door was closed. The voices inside were
quite clear making the engaged sign unnecessary as he stood looking at
the various staff announcements on the nearby notice board.

 It was the swish followed by a crack and a howl of pain which brought
Stephen to his senses, being quickly followed by another and two more. It
was a strange sensation he felt, a quickening of his pulse, his thoughts
entirely concentrating on the subject very much in the same way when he
had seen the marks on the rears of boys of all ages and sizes from time
to time.

 The door opened and a tearful boy who would never forgive him for being
there left the room and disappeared out of sight down a side corridor.
Stephen entered and stood by the headmasters desk upon which lay an open
book listing scores of names and misdeeds, and across it a cane some
three feet in length which Stephen guessed had been the prescribed
punishment in every case on record.

 He remembered feeling a strange sense of excitement at almost being
there at this time knowing an event had occurred only minutes before
which he would have like to have witnessed, and even as the evidence of
the punishment was being placed aside for another time and his real
reason for being there explored further, Stephen couldn't help but
wonder if he would ever commit some unmentionable crime needing such
justice.

 It was a Tuesday when Stephen started back for the first term of the
school year, it always seemed strange why this day was chosen and not the
Monday instead, but he didn't dwell on it as he loaded his books onto
the carrier at the rear of his cycle and prepared for the twenty minute
journey that would take him to his final year at school.

 He arrived with about ten minutes to go before assembly was called and
it soon became obvious the overwhelming though on everybody's mind that
day was the new headmaster, what was he like, was it true he had come
from one of the toughest schools in the midlands with a reputation for
harsh discipline. Stephen was at the rear of the hall where the schools
600 mixed pupils were gathered, await the arrival of Mr. Broadhurst to
take the morning service.

 His arrival caused a ripple of shock as he burst into view walking along
an open veranda along the side of the hall before entering a side door
which led to the steps of a raised platform.

 "We will sing hymn number one hundred and sixty two".
 These were the first words spoken in a commanding voice by this tall man
to the hushed audience before him. Broadhurst was dressed in a dark suit
over which he wore the draped black gown which somehow needlessly
indicated his rank.

 His service was short and just as he was last to enter, he chose to be
the first to leave, making his way to the main exit where he stood almost
threateningly as the boys filed past and on their way to new classrooms
and curriculums for the year before them.

 The first term was one which saw much change in the school, the most
obvious one from his point of view was the sharp increase in striped
bottoms in the shower rooms, where previously it was something seen
infrequently, now boys with white buttocks clearly baring the marks left
by the cane were becoming the majority, with many a boy carrying the
marking of fresh beatings even before older marks had died away. Rumors
had it that the caning was even more prevalent in the girl's half of the
school, with the most egregious offenders being caned by Mr. Broadhurst
himself, rather than the girl's headmistress. With such a large number
being caned, the students began to see tangible evidence that the old
school rumor that the prettiest girls and boys were the most likely to be
caned was probably true. Both locker rooms seemed to be filled with
plenty of stripes on the prettiest bottoms. It also became apparent that
there were two distinct groups: the prettiest boys had stripes that
formed a distinct sunburst of marks, crossing and apparently radiating
from the region of the anus. The less pretty boys had parallel marks on
their bottoms.

 No boy or girl was really safe, as the head took to prowling the
corridors with cane in hand and dishing out instant justice to the
children having been sent out of classrooms for misbehavior, or indeed
anybody who he found not in their class and with insufficient reason for
not being so.

 Smoking became a punishable offense, having always been so, but now the
rate of detection was growing rapidly as Broadhurst made a personal
crusade to stamp out the habit. By the second term things had settled
down a little, or so it seemed, although more probably the school was
growing used to the new regime which had developed since his arrival.

 Stephen was finding the thoughts of punishment entering into his
thoughts on a growing scale these days, his dreams and fantasies centered
on the cane and the effects of it on the smooth and rounded bottoms of
his classmates. This produced a yearning to be involved and to take his
share, to find out how painfully those marks he saw would feel.

 His fantasies grew more strongly as the weeks moved on, his most
recurring one taking place in the shower, surrounded with other boys all
carrying the marks of the cane, he being the only exception. He recalls
how he heard his name called out, and stepping out from the wet and steam
finds him confronted by Broadhurst, cane in hand.

 Stephen is naked, as the head calls the boys to form a circle with
Stephen in the center, bending over a vaulting horse placed there for
that purpose. He always woke up at this point, sweating and shaking with
a mixture of fear and excitement, his young penis rigidly, almost
painfully, erect.

 It was one lunch time when Stephen with four others having left the
school grounds he became involved in an incident which was to put some of
his fantasies into reality and start the chain of events which lead to
his experience.

 Stephen only tagged along for the ride that fateful day, normally he
would have had nothing to do with this sort of company. Stephen wore a
school uniform blazer, while the others had more casual clothing. In fact
two of the boys had knitted pullovers of such outrageous colour and
design that they were easily identifiable. They were a boisterous group
as they took to an alley way near the town center. Most of their energy
was now taken up with a game of football, the ball being substituted by
an old paint tin. Over the top of the noise they were making came the
sounds of play, the happy laughter of infants in a nearby school playing
during the lunchtime break.

 Stephen didn't see which of his group pick up the milk crate and hurled
it over the high wall into the midst of the tiny children the other side.
Miraculously it missed everyone there. The group ran off, and Stephen
finding himself alone casually turned around and giving an air of being a
casual bystander walked away from the scene back towards his school.

 It was the following day during morning assembly when the full wrath of
the headmaster was brought to bear down on the hapless culprits. A boy
wearing school uniform, as yet unidentified had been seen at the time of
the incident. The others it was explained were more easily identifiable.

 The boys who had been identified were publicly interrogated and there
sentence announced in front of the assembled throng. They were taken off
to the headmaster's study for their punishment immediately after
assembly.

 That afternoon during games Stephen was able clearly to see the results
of the caning on each of the boys picked out and harangued by Broadhurst.
The shower room became a focal point to show off their painfully earned
trophies, buttocks a mass of livid weals where the cane had left its
mark.

 Each boy had received six strokes, the maximum permitted by the rules,
it was obvious that Broadhurst would have preferred to have administered
many more given the deep bruising left behind as frustration set in and
his determination to ensure the meager pittance doled out would not be
forgotten lightly.

 The sight of the marks were emblazoned on Stephen's mind all that
night, giving him a strange feeling, a knowledge that he himself could or
should have been similarly punished. As he dropped back into a deep sleep
his old fantasy returned, only now it had changed from the shower room to
the headmaster's study. Stephen standing naked, wearing only the
silkiest thong panties, and tall high heels. His hair was down and he
looked exactly like a girl from the back. From the front, his slim body
looked more feminine than masculine, except for the raging erection
tenting out the thong and pushing up towards his flat tummy. Stephen
stepped out of the thong and his little cock springs out in a sharp,
rigid curve. Broadhurst fetched the cane and prompted Stephen to take
position over the conveniently placed vaulting horse.

 Stephen felt the coolness of the cane as it measured his buttocks,
passed down over his outthrust cheeks, over the backs of his quivering
thighs, and then back up to rest just at the top of his crack. As the
cane swished through the air and landed with its fearful and searing pain
seconds later, Stephen awoke with a start, shivering and sweating. As he
woke, Stephen was surprised to find that, while his penis was somewhat
erect, it was rapidly becoming flaccid. But even more shocking, the
bedclothes surrounding his shrinking member were copiously wetted with a
warm, gruel-like fluid. And Stephen felt the most enjoyable sensation of
relaxation and warmth.

 Stephen realised the dilemma he was in, having wondered for so long what
the pain attached to the stripes across other boys bottoms would be like,
he now realised that his golden opportunity had arrived.

 It was just before lunch when Stephen knocked on Mr. Broadhurst's door
the following day, it was answered with his normal brusque manner typical
of the man, and instantly filling Stephen with a foreboding, which made
him instantly regret the course of action he was now committed to.

 "Yes Stephen, what can I do for you?" Broadhurst asked aggressively as
soon as Stephen had entered his study.

 "I've come to own up sir, I was with the others in the group that
threw the milk crate." He felt relieved he had said it, and unless there
was some overwhelming sense of forgiveness or compassion he knew he would
soon have the same emblazoned pattern of cane marks on his own bottom.

 "So why are you here then Stephen? I don't normally associate this
school with courage and chivalry. Is this some joke?" He rose enormously
from his seat and stood menacingly over Stephen whose previous lack of
fear had all but vanished now and replaced by an increasing feeling of
uncertainty.

 "No sir, it's no joke, I was with the other boys but didn't run off
with the others, it was me wearing the school uniform."

 "Did you throw the crate?"

 "No sir, in fact I didn't see who did, it happened so quickly."

 Broadhurst delayed any further questioning, and spent the next few
seconds deliberating over his next action, all the time fixing his gaze
upon Stephen as if in some trial of strength ensuring first that truth
was being told.

 "You were out of bounds, going into town in the first place, while I
appreciate you couldn't have prevented the incident at the infants
school, you were there and must be accountable for that." He hesitated
before delivering his verdict. "You will receive four strokes of the
cane. Come back here at the end of school this afternoon. You may go."
With that Broadhurst turned away and returned to his desk leaving Stephen
to ponder on the situation facing him.

 Stephen didn't discuss the matter with anybody during the three or so
hours that followed, time as always in these circumstances dragged by and
with it Stephen's mind became unable to focus on his work or events
going on around him. Twice during that long afternoon Stephen was
reprimanded for lack of attention but nothing was going to make him
attentive. It was four thirty when the bell rang to signal the end of the
day and Stephen rose from his desk, collected his things together and
prepared to make his way to Mr. Broadhurst's study and take what was
coming to him.

 The school was more or less empty as he visited the toilet first, and in
a moment of pure fantasy imagined being ordered to remove his clothes
first and take his punishment naked as had been in his dream. It was in
such a mood that his inspiration took him into a locked cubicle where he
removed his underpants and carefully rolled up his shirt such that only
the absolute minimum protection was afforded him to satisfy his real aim,
which he realised, could never be fulfilled.

 The door was open when he arrived outside the headmaster's office a few
minutes later, just as on previous occasion a cane laying across an open
punishment book was the first thing he noticed on his arrival, only this
time his name was evident on the last line to be completed.

 There was not much time for ritual, just a request that Stephen remove
his blazer and hang it on the hook provided behind the door, and then
stand in the centre of a space which had been cleared at the end of the
room.

 "With your legs slightly apart I want you to bend over and touch the
floor with your fingertips."

 Stephen did as he was told and was soon adjusting his vision to the
upside down world he now found himself in, he saw Broadhurst pick up the
cane which he flexed in both hands before taking up position to his right
giving him plenty of room for a full swing.

 "For the record Stephen, you are to receive four strokes of the cane,
as rightful punishment for leaving the school without permission, and for
your involvement in activities likely to bring the schools good name into
ill repute."

 He hesitated briefly before continuing. "Have you anything to say
before I carry out the punishment as specified."

 "No sir, other than to say how sorry I am." Stephen plucked up his
courage. "But should I not receive the same punishment as the other
boys?"

Broadhurst stared at the young boy and his tight cheeks thrust up for the
cane.  He seemed to be pondering the real meaning of the strange request.
"I see. Very well. I will call out the number of the stroke as it is
delivered."

 The next few moments were noticeable for the excitement Stephen felt as
he sensed Mr. Broadhurst adjusting his stance, he yearned to have his
master request him to loosen the belt holding up his shorts so he could
remove them for him, but it was not to be as he felt the cane touch his
buttocks halfway up on there fleshiest part and wait when it was removed
for the pain he had only imagined up till now. He didn't have too long
to wait as "One" was followed by a swish and instantly by the most
excruciating pain he had ever felt. Then there was a long delay, which
Stephen was not expecting.

 "What are you wearing underneath your trousers, Stephen?" Broadhurst
quizzed the young man bending before him, having been suspicious of the
tightness of the target before he had even started but more so by the
staccato crack as the first stroke landed and even now before him seeing
the line formed by the weal growing by the second under Stephen's
flannel slacks.

 When Stephen did not reply instantly, Broadhurst had him stand upright
and gave him a request that made his heart pound almost to the point of
missing a beat.

 "Undo your trousers and slip them down to your ankles, Stephen.
Quickly, boy!"

 His request was sharp but without the venom normally reserved for wrong
doers. Stephen's mind was all at sea as he fumbled with the awkward belt
of matching material which supported his thin grey flannels, and upon
completion lowered them in reality just as he had done on endless
occasions in his dreams.

 Stephen's shirt tail fell over like a flap over his buttocks as his
trousers fell silently to his ankles, but it did not conceal for one
moment the fact that the way it had been folded out of the way. The
absence of underwear was more than mere coincidence. Even more shocking
was Stephen's splendid erection, poking through the shirttails.
Stephen's penis quivered handsomely with excitement, and curved rigidly
up from his groin at a forty-five degree angle.

Mr. Broadhurst pointedly stared at Stephen's throbbing organ, and then
at the boy's face, now burning with embarrassment and shame at being so
obviously excited by his punishment. Broadhurst just as pointly made no
comment on what was so obvious to them both.

"Step out of them and kick them to the side. Tuck your shirt up." The
boy did as the headmaster ordered. He was now completely naked from his
waist to his ankles. "Spread your legs wider." Stephen obeyed. "Wider,
boy!" Stephen's legs were now stretched wide apart, his anus was
exposed to the cool air, and his erection was throbbing.

Stephen felt the only saving grace in the situation was that his organ
had not spewed out the gruel-like fluid that now accompanied his
nocturnal fantasies. Stephen had felt such a shock of pleasure follow the
pain of his first real blow that he feared the next stroke would touch
off just such a spouting.

 "Do you normally come to school without underpants Stephen?"

 "No sir, I took them off for the beating, sir."

 "Why, when most boys do their utmost to increase their protection, do
you choose to wear less? Do you enjoy being beaten?"

 "Please, sir, I know you cannot for a minute understand why, but I
needed you to..., sir I cannot explain; its all too difficult."

 Broadhurst put down the cane and moving forward turned the key in the
lock, which instantly displayed a "Do not disturb" notice instead of a
mere "Knock before entry." Then he pulled the curtains across at the
window.

 "Take off your shirt Stephen." He watched the boy as he did so. The
boy was now wearing only his shoes and anklets, standing naked with his
legs spread wide apart. Stephen felt his tiny nipples become erect in the
cool air. He could see the headmaster watching them lengthen and toughen
in the cool air. Stephen felt them throbbing and hardening as the older
man looked at them and then at his hard erection.

"How long have you had these strange feelings then?" He asked the
question as he continued to look at Stephen's stone-hard nipples, at the
vivid red stripe carved across the boy's tight plump bottom, and then,
even more intently, on the boy's throbbing erection. The headmaster
raised the tip of the cane to slowly caress Stephen's tight hard
nipples.

Stephen felt his penis growing even harder, lofting even more erect,
under Broadhurst's intense stare, until it was rhythmically throbbing
and slapping into the boy's tight abdomen. The sharp tip of the cane was
jabbing at his aureoles, making his nipples as hard as olive pits. The
boy watched as the tip of the cane slowly trailed down his quivering
abdomen to caress the top of his throbbing cock.

 "Ever since I saw the boys in the shower with marks across their
bottoms sir, and since you came here everyone seemed to have them except
me, sir."

 "That just shows how misbehaved boys are at this school, Stephen." He
looked into the boy's blue/grey eyes. "Do you like pain Stephen? Does
the thought of being punished excite you?" The tip of the cane was now
tapping ever so gently at Stephen's tight little ball sac, making his
cock jump with each light touch.

 "Yes sir....I mean no sir, I don't really know sir. All I really know
is that I can't stop thinking about it sir. I can't seem to control how
I react." The boy dared a glance down at his thrusting nipple points and
his throbbing erection, standing straight up and slapping his flat, naked
stomach with each heartbeat.

 "What do you hope will happen now, Stephen?" The head had just asked
the one question Stephen dreaded having to answer. The cane was now
caressing up and down Stephen's perfectly round ass cheeks.

 "I don't really know, sir."

 "You must know, you had things all worked out when you arrived.
Therefore you must have wished something to happen. Quickly, boy, give me
an answer!"

 "I want you to cane me as I am sir, really punish me, make an example
of me."

 "Impossible, out of the question."

 Broadhurst secretly relished the thought of carrying out Stephen's
exact wishes. And perhaps even much more than this virginal boy could
imagine.

 "Please sir, I am very sorry for letting the school down. I deserve to
be punished, or are you going to let me off?" The cane tip was now
sliding up and down the lovely cleft between the slim boy's ass cheeks,
pausing at the bottom to push the tight flesh slightly to the side to
reveal the boy's pink anus.

 Broadhurst stared at the boy before him, he realized he couldn't drag
out the issue all night. "Bend over, boy."

 Stephen was naked down to his stockings and shoes. He bent forward as
commanded, grabbing his wide-spread ankles again. His lithe young body
stretched with consummate ease to meet the demands made, His buttocks
stretched to an eye pleasing rounded fullness, his crack wide open, the
single red line diagonally bisecting the cheeks where the first stroke
had landed what now seemed ages ago.

"Spread your legs. As far apart as you can." Stephen's pink anus was
now clearly visible, tightened to a pinhole with anticipation. Below the
winking little hole, the boy's handsome ball sack and throbbing erection
were now nicely framed in the wide V of his painfully spread legs.

 Broadhurst lined the second blow with some force, the swish and crack
filling the room with a sound that had never been present before. His
aim, directly across the boy's cheeks, in line with that alluring pink
pinhole, had landed with enough force to painfully sting Stephen's anal
ring. Another weal swelled, deep inside the boy's hard cheeks, white at
first where the blood under the surface skin was squeezed out under the
force of the blow, then turning deep red. The crimson band lay clearly
across the boy's deliciously untouched anus, two bleeding lines pointing
directly to the tight little opening. The boy's anal ring began to
swell, a hot little volcano pushing out from the deep spread crack of his
ass.

 Stephen cried out in pain. The agony was beyond anything he imagined.
The pleasure came far more slowly and intently than before. Stephen felt
a pressure inside his groin growing to the point of explosion. The
swelling pressure was gradual but no less intense, becoming almost as
painful as the caning blows tore into his bottom. Stephen felt his whole
body was poised on a knife-edge, ready to be tumbled into an abyss. He
remained in position for the last stroke.

It arrived, much harder, causing another agonizing cry, another mark to
explain in the days to come. The pain accelerated the swelling pressure
in his groin instantly this time. Stephen's primed cock exploded with
pleasure, washing together with the intense pain. Just as this final
white line of punishment turned to crimson, Stephen felt the pressure
burst out from his thumping penis. The thick white gruel in fat hot
goblets pumped hard onto his stomach and even his face, then dripped in
white, stingy beads onto the wooden floorboards between his feet. There
was so much of it. Stephen shook so much with the powerful release he
barely maintained his balance. The pleasure was unimaginable. His whole
body was drained. His cock, still rock-hard and erect, thumped against
his spasming stomach and pure pleasure buzzed back up to his tight balls,
back to his tormented anus, and into the very center of his body. None of
Stephen's painfully pleasurable dreams had been so incredibly powerful
as the reality of his first caning and his maiden climax.

Broadhurst could only admire the effect he had caused and relish the
thought of the pain and pleasures that were to come. He knew he and
Stephen had only just begun a splendid journey that he, the master would
make deep into the soul, and especially into the virginal body, of this
new disciple. The cane slowly caressed the star-burst of thickening welts
it had left on the boy's beautiful ass. Broadhurst smiled at the thought
of that star-burst of scars that Stephen would wear, the badge of the
pain-loving bottom. Now if only the boy proves to be as orally and anally
receptive as he seems^Å

 "Stand up, Stephen. Get dressed. You must go home now. Thank you for
being ^Å brave. I know your reactions in the future will be just as ^Å
manly, should we need to repeat such punishment." Broadhurst knew from
Stephen's reaction that the boy understood their new relation, that
Broadhurst had accepted and welcomed Stephen's sexual response to his
punishment. They both understood there was really no uncertainty. Both
looked forward to the next time and both understood the other's desire
that the next time come soon.

 Broadhurst watched fascinated as Stephen took his pocket handkerchief
from his fallen trousers and stood up. The boy carefully wiped his virgin
emissions from his face and stomach and then carefully wiped off his
shrinking penis. The boy bent to wipe his legs, his red stripes proudly
visible across his hard tight bottom. He carefully wiped the spots from
the floor, almost polishing the wood with his care. Stephen withdrew his
underpants from the pocket of his blazer and climbed into them one leg at
a time. The headmaster noticed the style was silky and feminine, high cut
briefs, with no front opening, like a girl's tap pants. They were almost
certainly girl's underwear, but just passable without notice on a boy.
The boy then put on his shirt and trousers. He carefully folded the
kerchief. Broadhurst suspected the boy would keep this souvenir.

Stephen understood his headmaster. "Would you like to keep this, sir?"
he boldly offered the folded cloth.

"Why, yes." The headmaster took the folded white cloth, damp with the
boy's first ejaculation. "Thank you, Stephen."

Two minutes later the boy was gone and the punishment book and cane put
away for another day.

  It was a week later when Stephen saw Broadhurst again. Stephen felt it
was no coincidence for him to arrive in the changing room while he and
the other boys of his same year were taking a shower after a games
period.

 Broadhurst stood talking to the master in charge on some matter, but
even through the strained silence his presence evoked. Stephen knew it
was he that the head had come to see and to that end provoked and taunted
him by ensuring he gave Broadhurst the fullest opportunity to study his
striped bottom as he went through an exaggerated ritual of drying
himself, spreading his legs, and bending over frequently to ensure the
headmaster's handiwork was readily on view. Feeling his balls and penis
swingly freely, even swelling, in front of the headmaster's gaze,
excited the boy.

 Their eyes met, communicating a truth only they knew, Stephen still able
to feel the searing yet beautiful agony and pleasure he had felt that
night as Broadhurst had succumbed to his wishes and caned his bare bottom
and elicited his first waking climax.

 It was later that day, just before school finished, that Stephen
received the instruction to go to the head on some undisclosed matter. He
found Broadhurst sat at his desk as he entered the room again, still
steeped in fond memories of the last time he had been there.

 "Sit down Stephen. Are you well?"

 "Yes sir, I feel fine."

 "Not too many problems with the marks left by the cane, then? Shall I
have a look?" Broadhurst had seen himself the physical effects of the
beating he had administered, but decided to seek Stephen's comments and
other peoples reaction to them.

"If you please, sir."

The boy walked over next to the headmaster's chair in response to the
man's wave. Stephen unfastened his belt and trousers and let them drop.
He was wearing a pair of girlish dark maroon tap pants, which he slowly
lowered as he bent at the waist and turned his naked bottom towards
Broadhurst. The man let his warm hand caress the full cheeks, plainly
marked by the bright welts. "Well caned, I see. Do they hurt?" he asked
the boy, leaving his hand to slowly carress the welts, his fingertips
sliding up and down inside the boy's tight crack.

 "They hurt for a long time afterwards sir, and it has caused quite a
stir amongst the other boys because they are so pronounced."

 "What did you tell them, Stephen?"

 "I told them that I bruise easily. They were more surprised that I had
finally become one of the boys, sir."

 "You have no regrets, then?"

 "No sir, none at all." Stephen looked down shyly, then lifted his eyes
boldly to stare into those of the headmaster. "In fact, I wish you could
find fault with me so you could do it again, sir."

 "What if I invited you to my house for some more, would you come,
Stephen?"

 "Oh yes, I think so, sir."

 "You could come during the half term holiday, then your stripes would
be gone before you returned to school."

 Stephen hesitated briefly.

 "What would you do to me, sir?"

 "That depends on you really, Stephen. It really depends on what you
would like me to do. I can see that a good caning is something you want,
Stephen, but perhaps we will find that there is more?" Broadhurst
blatantly fingered Stephen's silky tap pants, still around the boy's
knees, and looked knowingly into his eyes. "Perhaps we can find some
interesting new things for you to wear..."

 "I would like to come sir, but will the cane hurt a lot, sir?"

 "I expect so, you will be stripped naked and restrained across
apparatus specially designed for the purpose. Are you frightened at the
thought of that Stephen?"

"Yes sir, a little. The cane hurt a lot the other day, and that was only
six strokes, so I'm not sure if I could take much more, sir, before I
^Å" Stephen could not think how to describe his climactic reaction to
his orgasm following his first caning.

 "You won't have much choice if you are restrained. And you may spend
hours naked, at my command at all hours, to do as I wish with you. Or
dressed in new and different clothes, perhaps much more to your liking."
He paused and lifted the silky tap pants to emphasis his point, and
looked directly at the boy. He went on, speaking slowly and distinctly.
"Naked, for me to do whatever I should wish with you. And you would be
encouraged or required to wear the kinds of clothes you seem to prefer"
Broadhurst let his hand rum down the boy's leg to stroke the purple tap
pants and squeeze the boy's leg gently. Neither blinked. If anything,
both gazes became more ardent and direct. Then Stephen lowered his eyes,
shyly and demurely. "If that would that disturb you, you had better
think on that."

 "I will let you know before we break up, sir."

 "Very well, Stephen, that is all, you can go."

 Stephen rose and adjusted his clothes as best he could with the rigid
hard-on the encounter had given him. He left closing the door behind him,
walking away in a daze of terror and sexual excitement, overwhelmed by
the unusual offer that had been made. An offer that at last would once
and for all turn into reality all the wild strange dreams which had
ravaged his sleep night after night over the last few months.

 The next couple of weeks dragged slowly, Stephen had a lot on his mind
as he considered the proposal out to him. He had yearned to take a
beating such as he had received from Broadhurst. But while it had hurt
far more than he had ever expected, the pleasure was far greater than any
he felt from his noctural dreams, which grew frequently to include the
climactic ejaculation. He remembered the pain which made him call out
involuntarily, a searing stinging pain which didn't take effect
immediately, but which grew uncontrollably to its peak, only reached long
after he cried out in his agony and  violently climaxed. The pain and
pleasure had left him shaken inside and out.

 His time at school was becoming more and more difficult, like the day he
had gone to Broadhurst, owned up and been punished, he realized he had a
similar choice this time also, he could continue to lay in bed at night
wondering what the ordeal would be like, knowing he could walk away from
the challenge never knowing if he could have met it.

Stephen enjoyed soaking himself in the bath, the water, hot as he could
bear, up to his shoulders as he would lay for almost an hour before
clambering out and drying himself in front of the full mirror which ran
from floor to ceiling down one end of the bathroom.

 He had taken to turning his back to the mirror and just as Broadhurst
had instructed would bend over, legs widely apart, and look at the view
his taught bottom presented to whomever might have been there behind him.

At night he would lay in bed naked, his hands running over his bottom
exploring its rounded smoothness, feeling imaginary ridges left from his
latest dream where the thrashing received had left its marks. Feeling the
tight puckered opening that seemed to awaken more every time he touched
it.

 It was the day before the end of term Stephen went to see Broadhurst to
tell him his final decision, it was almost a strange sense of relief when
he found he was out for the day and not expected back for the rest of the
term. He was worried, particularly as he had given his word to Broadhurst
that he would advise him of his decision, and now he would not be able
to.

 Stephen packed his books as usual and walking to his cycle undid the
saddlebag in which he always carried them, he was just about to load the
bag when he noticed a plain envelope lying in the bottom.

 He removed it, then placed his books inside before sitting astride his
cycle and ripping the flap open and removing its contents, a single sheet
of paper.

The note was typed and read:

"Dear Stephen, I haven't heard from you so I have no idea of your final
decision. However the offer still stands, if you wish to visit, come to
my house next Monday evening at seven. If you come, make arrangements to
stay overnight. I will be expecting you."

Stephen had intended telling Broadhurst of his intention to accept the
offer, now he knew all he had to do was turn up. He realized the harsh
psychological pressure being exerted at every juncture by his headmaster,
where every decision was placed on him and every obstacle was quickly
removed before it could be used as any form of excuse.

Stephen enjoyed fishing and spent the greatest part of the weekend at his
chosen hobby. It was a deliberate action as staying out all night fishing
for a mighty carp in a nearby lake was something he often did, and would
give him the perfect excuse to be out the weekend without involving
anybody else who could break his alibi.

Stephen set off to meet his fate just after tea on the following Friday.
With his fishing gear packed to cover his absence that night, he climbed
aboard his cycle and rode steadily the four miles from his house to that
of Mr. Broadhurst who was no doubt expecting him and had fully prepared
for his arrival.

The house was huge in comparison to the much more modest one Stephen
lived in, it was detached, and set well back in its own walled grounds,
which consisted of mature trees and rolling lawns, broken up into flower
beds, through which the early spring flowers were even now beginning to
show.

Stephen rode up the gravel path, which led up to the house, and parking
his cycle well out of sight walked nervously up to the front door and
rang the doorbell.

The sight which greeted Stephen took his breath away. Two, tall naked
nymphs held open the wide door and invited him into the enormous hall.
Stephen recognized them as the Abbott sisters from the girls' school,
two beautiful blonds who were icily aloof from all the boys and
considered the most desirable girls in the school. Here they were in
front of Stephen, over nine inches taller than he in their high-heeled
slippers. Both wore tight white corsets, laced to tiny wasp-like waists.
The whalebones pushed up their tiny budding breasts and pushed out their
tight ass cheeks, giving each a perfect hour-glass shape. He noticed the
four-inch chokers around their swanlike necks. Alice's was white at the
top and pink at the bottom, while Alicia's, was pink at the top and
white at the bottom. Each wore wide ruffs of stiff white lace around
their wrists and ankles, making their tiny hands, and long, slim arms and
legs seem even more graceful and willowy. But most shocking of all were
the thick erections that thrust from their smoothly shaven pubes!

"You've discovered our secrets, Stephen," said Alice gaily. "You must
be a gentleman and never reveal our `true identities' or we shan't
ever speak to you again." Alice Abbott had never spoke to Stephen
before, but, wide-eyed, he instantly swore his silence to the two
boy-girls, as if they had been life-long comrades.

The `girls' (for Stephen could think of them only as girls even though
their sex organs were far more developed and masculine than his own) were
almost identical. He could see that the only way to truly tell them apart
was their thick organs and the different chokers. Alicia Abbott had an
organ of at least nine inches, thickly curved to her left and rising in a
majestic arch towards her apple-sized breasts. Alice's cock was just as
magnificent, but if Alicia's was a curved scimitar, Alice's was a thick
broadsword, jutting straight out at a 45-degree angle. Stephen could seem
both girls were uncircumcised and their long foreskins still covered half
of the glans of their thick erections. Alice's plum-sized cockhead, with
its vertical eye, seemed to be staring straight back at Stephen.

"Aren't they beautiful?" Alicia sweetly asked the bewildered boy,
noticing his attention riveted on their jutting cocks. She and her twin
gently wagged their erections at him. The boy turned scarlet as he stared
open-mouthed at the thick swaying cocks.

"Stephen, you look like you could just eat them up," Alice mocked the
boy's slack-jawed amazement. Stephen mouth snapped shut as the two girls
giggled.

Alicia and her sister flanked him and slowly led him into the gigantic
house. Their cocks bobbed up and down gracefully as they walked beside
him. He noticed each had a broad gold ring circling the base of her
jutting organ, tightly holding the balls up and thrust forward, like
bright pink hen's eggs at the thick root of the hard cocks.
"Headmistress has been training them to grow longer and thicker for
years, since we were very little. They've grown up beautifully, don't
you agree?"

Stephen mutely nodded. The two beautiful boy-girls led Stephen into the
sitting room where he found Mr. Broadhurst, sitting next to a pair of
French doors leading out to a flagstone terrace, overlooking the
beautiful grounds of the estate.

The Twins turned and walked away, smiling at Stephen as they closed the
double doors. From the back they were the most desirable young girls
Stephen had ever seen. He noticed each had a narrow strap running from
the cock ring up between her ass cheeks, holding something inside her
anus. Stephen was hypnotized not only by their swaying naked ass cheeks,
but by the memory of those magnificent organs. He imagined sliding those
tempting foreskins back to exposed the meaty glans and^Å

His thoughts were interrupted when Broadhurst greeted him in a friendly
manner, none of the hard authority in his voice. "Aren't the Twins
charming?"

The boy, blushing at his imaginings, nodded eagerly.

Broadhurst noticed the boy staring at the Twins' bottoms. "We keep
their bottoms plugged all the time. Makes them that much harder in
front." Stephen was unsure what kind of plug the headmaster could mean.
He imagined a variety of shapes thrust into their sweet bottoms.

Broadhurst invited Stephen to make himself comfortable while Alice
returned with a tray containing tea and an assortment of biscuits and
then departed again.

"What reason have you given for being away for the weekend, Stephen?"

"I have said that I have gone fishing. Its quite normal and I am not
expected back for several days, not until Monday at least."

"No second thoughts, I hope?"

"No sir, I have given it all a lot of thought and I intend going through
with whatever you think suitable."

"Good lad, I expected you would all along, but I began to have my doubts
when you didn't come back to me as you had indicated."

"I know sir, I did come to see you but you were not there, then I found
your note."

As they sipped the tea, Stephen looked out the windows of the French
doors and saw the Twins leading a petite young ballerina onto the terrace
by a thick pink ribbon that was tied fetchingly around her long swan-like
neck. Her brilliantly rich red hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail
high on her head. The dancer wore a pale pink tutu with thin
"spaghetti" straps holding up tiny pink triangles that barely covered
her flat breasts. The fluffy pink ruff of material, just above her slim
hips, accentuated her wasp-waisted hourglass figure. Stephen could see
the tight pink tutu was actually a corset, like the ones the Twins were
wearing, squeezing the girl's waist into a tiny circle. Below the ruff,
the dancer's bottom was naked, her long muscular legs, encased in sheer
pink thigh-high stocking, held up with thin pink garter straps, topped
with a perfectly delicious ass. Tiny pink ballet slippers and pretty pink
lace gloves with matching ruffs at the wrists completed her lovely
outfit.

As Stephen watched, the Twins led the tiny dancer to stand next to a
chaise lounge on the flagstone terrace. The dancer turned towards the
house, her head down, hands behind her back, one foot behind the other,
in a dancing pose. Stephen was not all that surprised to see the pretty
little dancer had a pretty erection at the top of her long, perfect legs.
The boy-girl ballerina's rigid erection curved up and bobbed above a
tiny sac of balls that could not be any larger than walnuts, if even that
large. "She" was perfectly smooth, not a trace of hair on her organs.
Then one of the Twins arranged her ruff and Stephen caught a glimpse of
the same rich flaming red hair that crowned her head.

Broadhurst broke into Stephen's reverie. "Her name is Roberta, but we
call her Bobbi." You may remember her from a year ago, when she was
Robert is your class, I believe."

Stephen recognized the slight redhead who had left the boys school when
he was thirteen. Then it struck him that the following fall a redheaded
ballerina had appeared in the girls' school. Stephen had never noticed
the connection. Even now he was hard-pressed to link the stunningly
beautiful Bobbi with the rather forgettable little Robert.

As Stephen watched, a tall, muscular bearded man in a heavy dressing robe
and slippers walked across the terrace to the trio standing at the chaise
lounge. The Twins presented Bobbi to the man and handed him the long pink
ribbon tied around her neck like a leash. As the Twins left the pair, the
man slipped off his robe and sat naked on the edge of chaise. The tiny
ballerina sank to her knees between his heavily muscled legs and
delicately lifted his large limp organ with her gloved hands. As he
leaned back on his elbows and watched her, Bobbi brought the egg-sized
glans to her pink lips. She sipped the thick tip of his cock into her
lips and skillfully sucked it, backing off and tonguing his slit, then
swallowing him again, taking more into her mouth as he grew harder. His
cock swiftly grew in length and Stephen could see he was long and
unusually thick. Her head bobbed on his growing erection. Stephen saw she
was able to take him deep into her throat.

"One of our most valued supporters at the school. A former Army general
and now the president of one of our biggest defense corporations. He has
had his eye on Bobbi for some time." Broadhurst sipped his tea again and
watched Stephen entranced by the little sex theater taking place on the
terrace.

Bobbi was now vigorously sucking and stroking the General, sliding her
tongue tip under his foreskin, pulling his long foreskin down off the
thick glans, taking a third of his shaft in her tiny mouth, almost unable
to mouth the thick shaft. It was impossible for her to completely swallow
the thick organ, but she took at least a third down her throat. Stephen
could see her head was bobbing up and down on the man's cock; she had
her mouth and gullet full of him. Stephen could see her throat swelling
as the General thrust his organ into her mouth.

The General said something to the tiny dancer. She stood up and climbed
gracefully onto the chaise, offering her naked bottom to the General's
bearded face as she leaned over and resumed sucking his thick cock.
Stephen watched the man kissing and licking her tight ass, thrusting his
tongue between her full cheeks to rim her bottom hole. The pretty
ballerina seemed to tremble as the man's tongue stopped circling her
hole and began to vigorously penetrate her anal ring. Bobbi was thrusting
her bottom onto his tongue as he rammed it into her. Stephen had never
seen sex performed. He was entranced, and intently watched the General
vigorously tongue-fucking the beautiful redhead's anus while she
enthusiastically sucked his thick cock.

As Stephen and Broadhurst watched from the study, the boy-girl dancer
turned and sat on her knees facing the reclining General. She beckoned
him to lubricate her wet bottom. The General took a jar of thick white
crème and spread a handful onto and in her tight anal ring. Bobbi
positioned her bottom hole carefully onto the thick head of the
General's cock. He was throbbing from her sucking and the thick shaft
seemed pitched by the foreskin she had delicately pulled down behind his
glans. His cockhead looked like a hot purple egg perched on a veined
shaft as long and thick as a beer bottle.

Bobbi sat down on the hot egg and Stephen's eyes widened as she let her
whole weight press her bottom hole onto the enormous organ. Only the head
slid up into her pink bottom hole; the shaft was far too thick for her
tight ring to accept.

The General leaned forward and took the tiny dancer in his arms. The
tongue he had used to penetrate her bottom now thrust between her pink
lips. Her mouth opened wide and her lips pressed hard onto his. He
pressed her against his hairy chest and grasping the long red ponytail,
pulled her head back and thrust his tongue down her throat. Their kiss
lasted a long moment.

Then her head went back and the General wove his fingers into her thick
red ponytail, pulling her back into an arched bow. His lips swept aside
the tiny straps and triangles of her tutu and his teeth bit down on her
tiny thrusting nipples. As he bit and pulled, she tugged back, her nipple
stretched obscenely by his tightly clamped teeth. Then she thrust her
other nipple at him. Bobbi's groans of pleasure could be heard in the
study. The General eagerly suckled and bit her hard nipples and her
acorn-size aureoles. The boy-girl's flat chest made her throbbing
aureoles and swollen thrusting nipples protrude even more as the General
vigorously sucked and bit her.

As Broadhurst and Stephen watched, the girl pulled forward and put her
hands on either side of the General's bearded face. She eagerly kissed
him again, licking his lips with her pink tongue, and mouthing his
bearded chin. She wound her fingers in his thick hair and caressed his
muscled shoulders as she took his tongue down her throat again. As her
lips opened and she pressed her face down on his, they watched her bottom
sinking, slowly and steadily, onto the General's thick shaft. As she
relaxed and opened her tiny anus his massive organ slowly impaled her.
Inch by inch his thick organ disappeared into her bottom.

When she was sitting fully on his lap, she wrapped her dancer's legs
around the General's waist, and squeezed him. Her lips left his and she
moaned with the pleasure of having him completely fill her. She leaned
back, arching away again from the General's chest, and he held her with
his fingernails, biting hard into her jutting thickened nipples. Stephen
was shocked to see thick spurts of white fluid jetting up between their
two bodies. Then he realized Bobbi had cum as the General's thick cock
filled her bottom. The girl moaned and her fluids shot up again, thick
strings of sperm that fell to decorate the General's hairy chest.
Stephen watched four more violent jets and heard the ballerina's
high-pitched moans. As Bobbi leaned forward to sip the thick beads of her
sperm from her lover's chest, Stephen heard the headmaster shifting in
his chair.

"She'll cum three or four more times before she lets him spill himself
inside her." The headmaster noted Stephen's puzzled expression. "Oh
yes, she cums with only his cock reaming her. And she is really quite in
control. Bobbi will make sure he gives her his full measure of pleasuring
before she is finished with our General."

Stephen, glancing at the young ballerina, now vigorously fucking herself
on the General's impaling cock, her erection thumping up and down below
the ruff of her tutu, could easily see that the boy-girl was truly
pleasuring herself as well as fully pleasing her lover.

Both parties had finished their tea and realizing time was pressing on.
Broadhurst rose and spoke to Stephen just a little more formally than he
had previously.

"Well Stephen, you have seen the Twins. You have watched Bobbi
entertaining her guest, and herself. We have decided to see how you like
being a girl. Many boys enjoy not just their punishments, but having
their punishments and other new experiences as a girl. You seem to be
very much inclined that way. We shall see how you respond, and if you are
as excited by it as we think you will be, we will see about changing you
into a girl fairly often. There are a great many men, like the General,
and many women, who prefer a highly responsive she-boy as a plaything.
You will make lots of friends when you become a girl. If you enjoy it
very much, we have ways to turn you into a boy-girl permanently, like
Bobbi and the Twins."

Stephen knew his throbbing erection, tenting up his trousers
unmistakably, was giving away his reactions to this revelation. Stephen
was uncontrollably excited. He imagined being dressed like the Twins, his
hard cock swaying beneath a lacy corset, being a girl like Bobbi, with a
man buried inside^ÅHis hands were trembling so much with excitement he
put down the tea cup and saucer he had been holding as Broadhurst made
the shocking announcement.

"Yes sir. That would be very exciting, I think."

The head master could easily see how thrilled the boy was.

"Well Stephen, you know why you are here, you can leave now if you wish,
there will also be several other times when you will be quite free to go
if you don't wish to carry on, do you understand?"

"Yes sir, I understand but I am quite happy to carry on at the moment,
sir."

"Right, I would like you to go upstairs and take the first door on the
right which is the bathroom. Take a hot bath. The Abbott Twins will be
helping you. I doubt you will mind their company. Off you go."

Stephen left the room and climbed the stairs and seeing the door in
question entered the bathroom, in which towels and soap had been placed
ready for use.

It didn't take very long to run a bath while he relieved himself.
Stripping off his clothing, Stephen was disconcerted when the Twins
entered, now clad in shiny latex corsets, elbow length gloves and tall
lace-up high-heeled boots. Each had a thick leather choker around her
long, swanlike neck. The corsets pushed their tiny budding breasts up and
out and Stephen saw each boy-girl had a golden ring piercing each nipple.
Their oversized organs were just as erect and bobbed and swayed heavily
as they took Stephen's elbows and led him into the tub on side of the
bathroom that seemed to be all windows. They stood him in the giant empty
tub and raised his arms to hold the solid brass rod that ran across
ceiling. Stephen had to stretch to reach it. His naked body was stretched
a spread in front of the large windows and the boy could see the lawns
and grounds of the estate. Anyone walking the paths could look up at the
second floor windows and see the naked young boy spread-eagled and
waiting.

"Don't let go," said Alice, while Alicia was filling a black latex
apparatus from a large brass pitcher. Alice went on, "We'll give you a
few nice enemas to clean you all out and then prepare you for the
Master." Alice was stroking her latex covered fingers up and down
Stephen's slender back, caressing her middle finger between his ass
cheeks and giving him a little goose between his legs as her palm cupped
his bottom. He felt her fingertip slide in and out of his bottom opening,
probing up to her first knuckle.

Alicia returned to the tub with the heavy latex enema bag, while Alice
caressed Stephen's smooth bottom ring, then pried open his cheeks. With
one hand she held Stephen's cheeks open and with the other she rubbed
thick gobs of KY jelly into Stephen's bottom hole. It was cold and made
the boy shiver when she started pushing the jelly deep into him with her
finger.

Alice's fingering warmed up Stephen and the boy-girls could see his cock
hardening and his balls tighten up. They smiled at each other. Stephen's
penis got really hard and he saw both boy-girls noticed right away. As
Alice's finger reamed his bottom, Stephen felt his anus gripping her
digit. Alice whispered something to Alicia, who said "...I see how much
he likes it." They both laughed as Alice's finger, thrusting in and out
of his asshole, jacked Stephen's hard cock bob up higher and higher.
When it smacked up against his stomach, the two boy-girls laughed and
Stephen felt his face burning.
Alice coated a second gloved finger with KY and eased it into Stephen's
anal ring. He began squeezing her as she rotated her fingers inside him.
She thrust them in and out, just leaving the tips in his tight ring, then
thrusting them all the way back into the responsive boy.
Alicia turned and topped off the big shiny black enema bag with yellow
fluid from the copper pitcher. The hose running from the bottom of the
bag ended in a thin nozzle with a thick knob behind it that looked like a
deflated balloon. The balloon had a fist-sized squeeze bulb connected to
it by a short hose. Alicia handed the nozzle to Alice, who eased the
nozzle into Stephen's ring. Alicia hung the fat bag on the brass rod
between Stephen's hands. The nozzle felt good sliding into his anus but
the fat knob stretched him so much he was glad Alice had lubricated him
so thoroughly. Alice shoved the whole apparatus up into Stephen's rectum
and was squeezing the rubber bulb. He felt the balloon-like knob
inflating inside his rectum, blocking up his whole rectal canal and
stretching him just behind his thick anal muscles. Alice released the
hose clamp and Stephen felt the yellow fluid flooding up his bottom to
fill his rectum and bowels.
The fluid sloshed warm up inside Stephen's bowels. It made him feel very
tingly, spreading from his insides to between his legs and up through his
hard penis, and spreading all over his relaxing body.

"Wine. You will feel it all over very soon," Alice commented as she
watched Stephen's expression and stroked his smooth ass cheeks.

"You're going to be feeling great in a few minutes!" Alicia told him
as she adjusted the enema bag to drain all the wine into Stephen's
bottom.

Alice disconnected the enema hose, leaving the inflated balloon and
nozzle inside Stephen's bottom, plugging his rectum. The two girls stood
in the giant tub next to the boy and swung him around. He could feel the
warm wine sloshing around inside his full bowels. Alice held his arms
behind his back while Alicia began slapping his hard cock. She was hit it
hard with her open hands, and Stephen yelled and tried to back away,
twisting and dancing from foot to foot. Alice laughed and held Stephen
firmly and pushed him back towards Alicia's slapping hands. Stephen's
cock was bright red now, so hard and engorged with blood that it barely
moved as Alicia spanked it from side to side.
Alicia stopped spanking. She reached into a copper bowl on the edge of
the tub and coated her gloved palms thickly with clear ointment. She
turned to Stephen with a leering
smile on her full lips and began to massage to cool ointment onto
Stephen's stinging cock. Her strong hands felt wonderful stroking him up
and down. Her slick fingers tenderly gripped his shaft as she massaged
his flaming hot knob with the cool, slick ointment.
Alicia then gripped his shaft tightly with one hand and pushed her little
finger into Stephen's piss hole, slowly rotating the well-greased
latex-clad digit as she forced it into the young boy. She looked into his
eyes as she pressed her latex-covered finger into the boy's cock,
penetrating and stretching his tiny piss hole, watching the mounting pain
bring tears to his eyes. She leaned over and kissed the tears off his hot
cheeks as she ground her hard little fingertip into his cock. Alice was
holding Stephen up as his knees weakening. Stephen just leaned back
against her tall corseted body.

Stephen blinked his tearing eyes and moaned. Alicia leaned into Stephen
and opened her mouth onto his, thrusting her tongue into the boy's mouth
as she ground her finger into his cock hole. She stopped pressing and
chased Stephen's tongue with hers. Alicia began to fuck his cock with
her fingertip, easing it out and jamming it in again. She squeezed the
base of his shaft and sucked the breath from his lungs. Stephen felt his
erection go completely limp, as if the air had been let out of a tire.
Her digit seemed to flow deeper into his relaxed shaft with each thrust.
It felt like her whole finger was sliding the length of his penis,
rotating tightly inside his piss canal. The feeling of pain blending in
and out of pleasure was exquisite. Stephen wanted to scream and cum at
the same time. His asshole was trying the crush the nozzle buried inside
him.

Alicia broke the kiss and looked down. Stephen could see her slim finger
all the way inside his limp shaft. He watched the outline of her slim
finger, rotating slowly inside his cock. Her finger pressed down into him
all the way to her other hand, gripping the base of his cock. Even though
his cock was totally limp, Stephen felt the come boiling in his balls. If
Alicia hadn't been squeezing the base of his shaft so hard, Stephen
would have come all over her hands. She slid her hand up the outside of
his shaft and stroked him with her strong, circling fingers. His erection
surged back in a flash, but his swelling cock, filled with her little
finger, throbbed with overwhelming pain. Stephen nearly fainted. Alicia
grinned with pleasure at the torture her hands were doing to the boy,
smiling at his growing agony as she lewdly squeezed his erection and
slowly pulled her finger out of his piss tube. As she released him, his
cock was as hard as stone, but seemed hollow, humming with the pain
inside his urethra. She slapped his rock-hard erection, hard, back and
forth, with both hands. Stephen's cock flamed with pain, both inside and
out, as she slapped it. An angry red, it thrust at her and barely moved
despite her blows.
Stephen's pain was unbearable but he had never been so aroused and
excited. His cock was on fire, but all he wanted was for the beautiful
twin to keep spanking it.

Alice pulled Stephen back, away from her twin's cock-slapping. Alice led
the boy from the tub to the toilet and bent him down, squatting over the
hole. Stephen's cock throbbed between his taut legs. Alice turned
something on the nozzle in his bottom and he felt the balloon deflate
inside his rectum. She tugged sharply and the whole apparatus slid out of
Stephen suddenly. His bowels opened like a floodgate. Everything inside
the boy spewed into the toilet, carried by the warm wine that had filled
him. The sudden release almost made him come.

Alice bent him over the bidet and sluiced water over his spread bottom.
She washed him firmly with her gloved hands, thrusting her finger inside
him, determining that he had been completely emptied. Working very
slowly, she inserted one finger into his bottom and eased it in and out,
never completely removing it. It slid up into him easily. She eased two
fingers up into him and rotated them. His ring was tight but it seemed to
open itself just enough to give her complete access. She added a third
finger. Stephen felt his tight ring gripping the cluster of fingers
entering him, squeezing them, but allowing them to thrust up inside his
rectum. They felt wonderful as she rotated them inside him. His anus
gripped her fingers like a tight handshake but the slippery friction was
delightful. Stephen thought he would come but she whipped her fingers out
of him suddenly. She flushed his bottom inside and out with the bidet's
spray hose.

The boy-girls started a shower and peeled off their boots and collars and
shiny latex corsets and gloves. They got in the shower with Stephen,
naked except for the their golden cock and nipple rings. He just stood
there while they washed him all over. When he was covered in
flowery-scented soapsuds, they began rubbing their soapy bodies against
him until he was completely aroused.

They both rubbed their cocks up and down Stephen's soapy ass crack. They
nibbled his ears and pinched his nipples and whispered how much he was
going to enjoy being fucked in the ass the first time. They guided the
tips of their hard cocks against his anus and let him feel his softened
ring swell, expand, and open around the fleshy tips of their big cocks.
He knew they could readily and easily fuck his relaxed and welcoming
bottom. They teased but they did not penetrate him any further. Stephen
felt his bottom hole kissing the tips of their cocks and it drove him mad
with excitement. Stephen got very bold and told them he wanted them to
fuck him now. But they refused to jam their cocks up into him, although
he wanted them to and tried to push his asshole onto their hard soapy
cocks.

The wine, the cock torture, the sudden emptying release of the enema, and
now this teasing of his throbbing and waiting anus had brought Stephen to
a peak of excitement. They stepped back and rinsed the soap off of the
boy.

 They both dried him with thick towels. Then, as he watched horrified,
Alicia used a straight razor and shaved his legs, and all around his cock
and between his legs, and finished with his underarms while the two
boy-girls chattered. They left a tiny little bushy heart of blond hair
poised above his hard cock.

They took him to the vanity, sat him at the makeup table, and started
putting makeup all over his face. Powder and lipstick and eyeliner went
on with delicate, restrained strokes. They even carefully painted his
hard nipples with a pink lip-gloss and roughed his pink aureoles a darker
brownish-red. By the time they had finished, Stephen's nipples were two
hard pointed nails.

They combed and styled Stephen's longish hair into a blond page-boy bob,
little feathery wisps over his brow, and pulled the sleek helmet pulled
away from his lightly roughed cheeks, above his ears in two thick pony
tails jutting up and out from the sides of his head. They clipped diamond
barrettes on the two thick tails, and then added matching clip-on
earring. Stephen relaxed and enjoyed their attentions. He watched
distracted in the mirrors as his face become totally feminine within
minutes.

"Oh!" exclaimed Alice, "she's going to be just lovely!" She grabbed
the two thick ponytails that jutted out above his ears, "Don't these
make the most darling handles? They're perfect for controlling her
pretty little head and guiding those sweet lips, don't you think?" She
pulled his head down towards her erection so he wouldn't mistake her
meaning, and wiggled his head from side to side and back and forth, his
open lips right in front of her thick cock. Stephen stuck out his tongue
and gave the hot tip a wet lick. She let him go with a giggle.

Alicia nodded energetically. She was sitting behind Stephen with her arms
around him, vigorously kneading and massaging his chest muscles, plumping
up his breast-like pectorals. His aureoles and nipples were already so
swollen that he now seemed to have tiny little breasts, just half the
size of Abbott Twins apple-sized breasts, but two firm bite-sized
mouthfuls standing out proudly from his chest. Alicia gave his nipples
another twist and Stephen felt his stomach and cock jump with the thrill.

Alicia wrapped a tight white corset around his waist and threaded the
laces. When she and Alice pulled the laces tight, Stephen felt his flesh
push up into his new little breasts, shoving them up and out. His stomach
flattened and contracted and pushed his hips down and apart, opening his
pelvis so he seemed to be pulling in his stomach and pushing out his ass.
But his cock also seemed to be thrust forward even more.
They moved the boy to the flat bathroom stool on the fluffy rug beside
the wide tub. They pulled Stephen down to kneel in front of it on the rug
and bent him forward, giving the fullest access to his bottom.

Stephen knelt and leaned his new naked breasts onto the stool, carefully
keeping his knees far apart so as to spread his bottom cheeks to the
fullest. Stephen then languidly arched his long back, gracefully
presenting his beautiful bottom, as the Headmaster entered and stared
down at him. He waved a hand and the tall Twins gathered their latex
belongings and danced out of the bath.

The sight of Stephen's beautifully rounded bottom thrusting from the
lacy white corset excited Broadhurst. Stephen looked exactly like a
pre-adolescent girl, except below to pink anal pucker, where there should
have been a fresh hairless vagina, hanging instead was a young boy's
smooth little balls and erect cock. Broadhurst knew those pale white
globes would soon be reddened with the spanking and caning that awaited
Stephen. Even more exciting was the thought of parting those smooth white
globes and entering that beautiful pink opening. Broadhurst felt his own
organ thickening and beginning to erect as he admired his beautiful young
disciple.

Broadhurst intended prolonging the ritual, and proceeded to lather a
shaving brush. He transferred the warm soap mixture to Stephen's taut
buttocks, working the creamy substance into every crevice likely to need
the attention of the razor.

Stephen had little body hair left after the shaving he had received from
the Twins, in fact the exercise was quite meaningless other than for the
mutual excitement it afforded them both. Stephen for his part enjoyed the
feel of the brush working the warm slick soap between his legs. He felt a
particular sense of excitement as Broadhurst gently brushed over the
cheeks of his bottom and swirled the soapy brush repeatedly around his
anus.

The razor felt cool and smooth as it took off any remaining hair. Just as
his master had parted his buttocks to apply the soap to his anus, these
fingers now opened up this area again, exposing it to the pleasant
rasping of the razor, flicking over the tiny crevices of his puckered
anus. Soon every trace of hair was quickly removed from Stephen's most
intimate and sensitive region. The razor slid easily over the backs of
his thighs and up to the tight ball sack.

"Stand up, boy, and turn around." Stephen rose and faced Broadhurst.
"Do you like being a girl?"

"Oh yes, sir. But I am not nearly so pretty as the Twins." The boy-girl
looked down at his tiny new breasts and his hard, throbbing but
modest-sized cock.

"But they have had years to become what they are. You have had just
these few hours. You shall be a perfectly lovely little boy-girl for the
weekend. I'll call you Stephanie and you must be careful act
accordingly, my little darling."

Stephen felt himself become Stephanie, felt herself responding to his
words.

The admiring master bent and planted light lingering kisses on the
boy-girl's thrusting nipples and, sinking to his knees in front of the
boy-girl, on her throbbing cock head. His tongue tip licked at the piss
hole that Alice had so violent raped just minutes ago. Stephanie felt her
pre-cum squeezed into a perfect drop of clear fluid. The master's pink
tongue licked it away.

The headmaster lathered the thin blond curls around Stephanie's
erection. Broadhurst lathered and shaved the hard erection and the tight
wrinkled sack, delicately pushing Stephanie's organ from side to side to
shave every surface. The razor left the little blond heart of hair, but
otherwise the boy-girl's genitals were slick a baby's. "Back down
again, Stephanie." The boy-girl knelt and arched, and again presented
her spread bottom to the master.

Broadhurst wiped Stephanie, bottom, balls, and cock, thoroughly with a
wet washcloth and then carefully dried her with a fresh towel. He dropped
the towel under the boy-girl and began to caress the tight bubble cheeks.
Stephanie felt her headmaster's hands wandering over her freshly shaved
skin, sliding into the ass crack that Stephanie has so carefully spread
open for her master. A probing finger touched her anus, which contracted
instinctively at the contact.

"Did you like me touching you there, Stephanie?"

"Yes, I think so, sir." The boy-girl wondered if the master had seen
Stephen in the shower, trying drunkenly to tempt the Twins to fuck his
virgin ass. As Stephanie, she quivered with excitement and could not wait
for the master to fuck her.

Broadhurst then moved his hand lower and probed between Stephanie's
thighs. He wrapped his strong fingers around the smooth shaved root of
the boy-girl's organ, his thumb and forefinger circling Stephanie's
hardening penis, the other fingers firmly cupping the tight ball sack.

"You have a very firm erection, Stephanie. I think that means you really
want me to do this." The headmaster's thumb circled the boy-girl's
tight anus, flicking at the tight opening. The head master wanted to test
whether Stephanie was as anally sensitive as he suspected, having
observed how wanton Stephen had been with the Twins in the shower.
Broadhust suspected Stephanie was far more aroused anally than genitally.
He knew that if the boy-girl was highly aroused anally and warmly
receptive to passive anal and oral sex, her value as a masochistic sexual
plaything would sky rocket. Stephanie, the beautiful, exotic, she-boy
child slave, was worth a fortune if she enjoyed being face-fucked, and a
veritable gold mine if she readily ejaculated when fucked in the ass.

"Please sir, it does feel ever so nice."

Broadhurst was delighted.

Stephanie's hips involuntarily thrust back and forth slightly as the
older man gently massaged the boy-girl's hardening organ. Stephanie's
penis rose, pointing towards the boy-girl's corseted stomach. Broadhurst
shifted his hand to grip the curved length of the now fully erect shaft.
Broadhurst felt Stephanie's heartbeat quicken as the heavy vein on the
bottom of the shaft pumped blood through the organ. He carefully avoided
touching Stephanie's cock head, knowing the inexperienced boy-girl would
explode at the slightest stimulation. Instead, he leaned closer, his face
just above those smooth, inviting cheeks.

"I'm going to kiss you down there. I think you will find that even
nicer."

Broadhurst kissed the boy-girl's coccyx, just below the corset, and then
each of the firm ass globes. He tightened his grip on the hard shaft,
holding the boy-girl by her fully erect handle. Broadhurst ran his lips
down her crack and planted a lingering kiss squarely on Stephanie's
anus, sucking the pink ring gently into his open lips. He eased his
tongue into the pinhole opening. His lips felt the tight ring vibrate and
relax.

Stephanie's soulful "Ahhhh!" confirmed the pleasure she took from her
first anal-oral experience. Broadhurst watched the boy-girl raise her
hips to him and lift her head to stare over her slim shoulder as her
master circled his wet tongue over the rapidly relaxing pucker.
Stephanie's eyes widened as Broadhurst began to firmly French the tip of
his tongue into her yielding ring, repeatedly penetrating the anal
muscle, spreading Stephanie's opening with each urgent thrust.
Broadhurst's hand on Stephanie's shaft began gently to pull the
boy-girl back and forth onto his probing tongue.

Stephanie picked up the rhythm and thrust her hips back towards
Broadhurst's probing tongue. As he steadily tongue-fucked her anus,
Broadhurst felt Stephanie's tiny balls tightening and rising towards her
bottom. He released his grip around Stephanie's penis and grasped her
wrists instead, pulling the boy-girl's bottom tightly back against his
face. He rapidly thrust his tongue as deeply as he could into her hot
pumping bottom hole.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!!" Stephanie rose off the stool and arched her back
sharply. Her bottom pumped hard against her master's face. As
Stephanie's hot fluid jetted out onto the towel, Broadhurst felt her
tight ring yield completely, then squeezing spasmodically on his tongue
as she climaxed. When she finished ejaculating, her anus relaxed and
opened like a flower around his probing tongue. Stephanie trembled in his
grip.

Broadhurst rose on his knees behind the boy-girl, his robe falling open.
He pulled Stephanie back towards him. His thick erection slid between her
spread cheeks and pressed against her bright pink ring, now wet and
slackly open from his tongue-fuck. Broadhurst firmly grasped the
boy-girl's slim hips. The exhausted boy-girl leaned back against her
master, feeling his thick cock head lodged at the portal that had just
been so erotically opened. Her pink ring tightly circled his shaft.

"Will you fuck my bottom now?" Stephanie asked her master. She kissed
him on the mouth, and opened her lips to the thick tongue that had just
penetrated her bottom. Her wet anus slid back and forth over his cock
head. He looked down. His whole glans appeared and disappeared inside
Stephanie's anal ring.

The older man was tempted, but he felt that deflowering his young
disciple should receive far more ritual. Instead he kissed her open
mouth, sliding his tongue down her tight throat. He ground his mouth on
hers and felt her body spasming again, knowing she would be coming again
if she had not just ejaculated.

"Soon enough, my darling, I promise. First, other things must be done to
properly prepare you." He eased her back down over the stool and gave
her relaxed anus a gentle probe with his thick cock, watching delighted
as her pink ring opened to kiss his cock head as it slid inside her. He
let Stephanie enjoy the sensation of being opened. The boy-girl sighed
again.

Broadhurst withdrew his penis. The boy-girl's anus gave a gentle
lingering kiss to his cock head as it left her tight ring. Broadhurst
stood up, leaving Stephanie still bending over the stool. He spoke over
his shoulder as he left the room.

"I will be in the room facing you when you leave the bathroom. Join me
when you finish here."

Stephanie, languid from the powerful climax and the wine enema, slightly
less apprehensive now, did as she was requested and rose. Taking up a
warm fluffy towel she dried those regions which had become moist with
perspiration from her exertions and excitement.

Then turning about, she followed her master into a large bedroom whose
centre piece was a double divan bed with a fresh white sheet laid along
its length. Broadhurst had taken a seat at the bottom of the bed and
beckoned Stephanie towards him. She was still naked but for the tight
corset and matching high-heeled slippers. Although she had just come,
Stephanie's cock was becoming erect again as she walked up to her
master.

"Bend over my lap, Stephanie, legs slightly apart, and get your bottom
up good and high."

"Yes, sir."

Stephen quickly moved forward, standing legs apart, slightly tiptoe
before leaning forward and presenting her smooth rounded bottom to
Broadhurst.

"You really do have a nice firm bottom Stephanie. So nice, I am afraid I
am going to have to spank it."

"Yes, sir."

Stephen felt Mr. Broadhurst's hand slowly running over her smooth
bottom, softened by her shower bath.

"Now Stephanie, this is a warm up. Then it is downstairs for the cane. I
assume you still want me to give you a good caning."

"Yes, sir."

"Well, then, we had better get down to business hadn't we? Now keep
quite still, and stay in position until I say you can get up."

Stephanie felt the hand circle her bottom once more before it lifted off,
and after a brief delay, came sharply down with a resounding smack.

Stephen felt her right buttock sting and the burning sensation increased,
as the hand remained in place for several seconds before it rose again
and was brought down on the other cheek with an even louder crack.

"Ouch"

Stephanie was surprised how much the blow stung and responded
accordingly.

"Did that hurt, Stephanie?"

"It did a bit, sir, stung quite a lot, sir."

"Wait until you feel the cane, Stephanie. That will really hurt."

"Yes, sir, I realize that."

The hand was again brought down hard and Stephanie winced as the pain
from the blow really burned across the middle of her bottom.

Broadhurst now got down to work and slightly shifted Stephanie to allow
more access to her left cheek. He began to quicken the pace as smack
after smack landed on the boy-girl's ever reddening buttocks.

They burned and felt hotter, and gradually the skin darkened and several
deep purple streaks appeared, finger marks where the man's heavy hand
had landed.

After countless hard smacks, Stephanie's ordeal was over, at least for a
while. She lay face down on the cool sheet. While she lay there,
Broadhurst lay a cool wet towel over both her buttocks and gently rubbed
his own burning hand over the backs of the boy-girl's legs.

"Stay as you are Stephanie. I haven't finished with you just yet."

Broadhurst disappeared briefly and Stephanie found herself alone,
enjoying a strange mixture of pain, which was mixed together with a
pleasing throbbing sensation. The coolness of the wet towel made her
shiver slightly.

Broadhurst returned and, sitting next to Stephanie on the bed, removed
the towel and squeezed onto the boy-girl's burning bottom a generous
quantity of white cream through the nozzle of a tube. The master's
fingers smoothed out the cream and, with gentle circular rhythmic
movements, kneaded the hot burning flesh. The caressing caused familiar
sensations to grow deep in Stephanie's groin.

A straggling finger found Stephanie's anus and gently gained fresh
entry. Broadhurst moved the finger gently in and out of the lubricated
opening, causing Stephanie to groan again. He eased a second finger into
the boy-girl, causing a longer, lower groan, almost a purring, as the man
continued to probe the boy-girl's bottom. Stephanie looked over her
shoulder. He added a third finger as he looked into her melting eyes.
Broadhurst left his three fingers deep inside Stephanie, then began to
slowly rotate them first one way, then the other, as they looked into
each other's eyes.

"Why are you doing this, sir?"

"Because it is necessary to open you there, and widen you, Stephanie. To
accustom you to being penetrated like this. You shall feel my own member
there again soon enough, as you did in the bathroom. You must be ready.
And because you really want me to, don't you."

"Please, sir, very much. It's even better than in the bathroom. And
that was just wonderful. You are going to make me come again. May I,
sir?"

Stephanie, speaking with urgency, was clearly going to have her climax.
Broadhurst pulled the fingers out of the boy-girl's bottom. He stood up
and spoke with a mixture of firmness and kindness, in a way which
Stephanie liked and respected deeply.

"Not just yet, my darling. The time has come for you to receive the
caning I have planned for you downstairs. And I have a surprise^×you
shall be my bride tonight!"

Stephanie stood up, her erection standing hugely before her, the tip
moist where her excitement had been obvious and further evident by a damp
patch on the sheet.

"But to signify your good start, I'm putting this collar around your
neck." The older man buckled a thick white leather collar onto the
boy-girl's swanlike neck. The thick collar was lined with a soft plush
fabric, but the stiff leather and three inch width left the boy-girl
feeling strangely bound. "And this lead shall let me direct you where
you need to go." The long supple braided leash of white leather snapped
onto the broad ring at the front of the leather collar.

Broadhurst rang a small bell on the table beside them. The Twins entered
the room, wearing pink corsets, stockings and high heels, with pretty
pink lacy gloves and veils. They took the lease and walked Stephanie to
the vanity table.

On the vanity were a bridal veil, white lace gloves with lacy ruffs, and
small white bridal bouquet. A long semi-transparent train lay on the
bench. They helped Stephanie refresh her makeup and lipstick. They added
a dab of color to her tiny nipples. On her straw blond hair they put a
bride's veil and helped her into the elbow-length white lace gloves. The
Twins fastened the bridal train to the back of Stephanie's tightly laced
corset. The corset pushed out her ass, which was easily seen through the
translucent bridal train. Stephanie slipped into the high-heeled white
slippers. Picking up her bridal bouquet, led by her leash, now held again
by the Twins, her bridal maids, she walked, naked below the white corset,
to her wedding night. The Twins led her to Broadhurst.

"Come now, Stephanie, we will go downstairs to my study for our
ceremony. I shall keep you on leash whenever we move about the house.
Perhaps I'll take you naked for walks in the garden in future. I should
like to see you naked on the grass in the shade of the trees. Perhaps I
shall let the Twins have you in the grass. You were quite a temptation
for them in the shower bath!" So, the master knew that Stephen had
wanted the Twins to fuck him during their shower!

Broadhurst led Stephanie from the bedroom. The boy-girl's bottom smarted
from the spanking as they walked down the hall and the stairs. The pain
somewhat lessened by the cream which had been carefully rubbed into the
wounded area and it blended into Stephanie's still raging excitement at
being penetrated again. Her erection bobbed sharply as they walked.

Broadhurst noted the slim, smooth body with its firm organ, waving with
each step. Halfway down the stairs, he stopped on a step below the halted
boy-girl and turned her to face him. He looked at Stephanie's throbbing
erection.

"We need to teach this fine specimen to stay brightly at attention.
Hands behind your neck, darling." Broadhurst took the end of the leash,
a long loop of thin flat leather, and slapped it back and forth against
Stephanie's erection, watching its marks slowly reddening along the
sides of the boy-girl's suffering member. He held the loop parallel to
Stephanie's erection and slapped it against the length of the
boy-girl's swollen penis, first one side then the other. Stephanie's
cock continued to rise until it pointed straight up, and bopped against
her stomach.

Stephanie found the pain excruciating but equally exciting. Her bright
red cock jutted up, as hard as a stone. Broadhurst knew that a slave so
aroused by sexual pain would be worth a fortune. He had many friends who
would become regular customers for Stephanie's favors. They walked on
down the stairs to the study.

The study, large darkened room, was lit only by a blazing fire which gave
it a somewhat ghostly appearance with shadows leaping in a variety of
directions on the surrounding walls. Chairs were aligned in two sets of
rows, holding about a dozen men in hoods and long robes, and a few women,
similarly hooded and robed. The robes fastened at the neck and exposed
the naked bodies underneath. The men were all erect.

The room had been arranged like a small chapel, with a long bench
directly in front of the fire, a bench with padding along the top and
several straps placed at strategic points. Directly beside it on a nearby
table was a cane, around three feet long, and quite straight. Stephanie
found her eyes riveted to the instrument which was intended for her
caning. Her master walked her up to the bench, trailed by her two
bridesmaids.

"Stephanie, you can still stop this from happening, do you understand?
Once you endure the caning and what will follow, you'll be my slave for
whatever pleasures we want to take with you."

Stephanie found difficulty in replying, as always at these times her
throat had tightened and her answer came in the form of a squeak,
"Please make me your bride, sir."

"Bravo, my dear." The crowd murmured agreeably.

Stephanie was sure she wanted to experience a really good hard caning but
she also knew that what was coming was going to be extremely painful. She
still remembered the pain resulting from the caning at school some weeks
earlier, surely only the lightest of punishment compared to that which
the instrument on the table in front of her would cause if she were to
give Broadhurst a chance.

They walked to the bench, and stood at its front. "Bend over the bench,
my dear." She leaned forward as far as she could, bent over, the cool
deep cushioned bench seeming to pillow her still-burning cock. She wanted
to endure the agonizing ritual her master was about to put her through.

Stephanie waited as she spread full length along the bench, an endless
wait, the fire frequently spitting in mock displeasure at the quality of
the wood that fed it. The witnesses murmured approvingly when Broadhurst
lifted her bridal train and exposed her lovely ass cheeks. The shadows
continued to dance around the room, just as they had earlier, a gentle
warmth radiated from the blaze, which Stephanie felt on her legs and
across her exposed bottom.

She felt awkward spread naked across the bench, the bruising redness of
her previous encounter with the cane still vividly portrayed on her
buttocks in the half light afforded by the still blazing fire to her
rear.

"Grasp the bench, Stephanie."

Stephanie hesitated for an instant, then resigned herself to her fate and
bent forward to grasp the legs of the bench as she had been commanded to
do.

The Twins moved to the front and taking Stephanie's arms one at a time
secured them at the wrist to the straps which had been put there for this
very purpose. Two more held her ankles to the feet of the bench, thus
causing her legs to be placed apart a couple of feet, while a larger
strap round her corseted waist ensured she was unable to move laterally
while the cane blows were being aimed. Her cock tip was pinched between
the corset and the linen-covered whipping horse.

At length Broadhurst was ready and as a final act of humiliation,
Stephanie's head was swathed in a leather hood, thus blinding her from
seeing what was taking place at her rear.

Stephanie was terrified, her world was now almost blackened out by the
hood, which filled her nostrils with a pungent musky body smell from
intimate regions, emphasized more greatly by the high state of excitement
she had been in since entering the master's mansion several hours
before.

Broadhurst picked up the cane, it felt quite at home in his hands as many
like it before he had felt. Before him was a very young slave boy-girl,
who wanted to be flogged, anticipating with desire what would come as she
lay trussed and helpless. She was making him, and all the other men
watching, very hard. Their thickening cocks protruded from their robes.

Stephanie was aware Broadhurst had picked up the cane, with her sight
removed, her hearing was much more sensitive as she strived to understand
what was happening. She tensed and stiffened when the cane was measured
across the full breadth of her bottom. It felt cold against her burning
flesh as the rod seemed to search for its own particular area of skin,
and mark out territory to sear and mark as soon as the full force of the
big man's arm was brought to bear.

"Will you be the slave bride of all who wish to master you?" Stephanie
did not recognize the voice, but she answered, "I will."

Only someone who has been caned knows the sound it makes as it whistles
through the air prior to contact, the singing noise, the echo from every
corner, as the prelude to indescribable pain.

The swish was deafening as the supple cane sped downwards to find its
target. Stephanie was aware of a slight rush of air cooling her back just
before the explosion of pain struck her in a broad stripe across her
bottom. First a form of numbness followed by a wave of increasing agony
as nerve ends, gradually recovered from their initial starvation of
blood, did the job for which they were intended.

Stephanie screamed loud and long, as already the vicious arc of the cane
searched for as yet untouched parts to torment.

Broadhurst decided not to prolong the ritual any further, he had to whip
the boy-girl stretched out before him and do it well. He touched the
boy-girl's comparatively unmarked bottom with the cane and saw
immediately a tensing of Stephanie's whole body as the boy-girl prepared
herself for the next stroke.

"Will you submit completely to any Master or Mistress and obey them
without question?" Stephanie could only croak her answer, "I will."

Broadhurst raised the arm and brought the cane down across the middle of
Stephanie's bottom. The hiss and crack as it landed was followed by an
instant eerie silence, before the shriek of pain forced its way from the
boy-girl's mouth hidden by the leather hood, this time pitched twice as
high as the first. Stephanie was shocked at her own pain and at how much
like the scream of a tortured girl had been her last cry. No one hearing
the last scream would imagine a boy being caned.

Instantly a second broad weal was raised on the boy-girl's flesh,
already Broadhurst was thinking of the further pain he would inflict. He
was searching her beautiful full buttocks for the next area to attack.

"Will you have as husband any Master or Mistress who wishes to take you
as bride?"

Stephanie could not understand how a Mistress could be her husband, but
her reply was clear but stifled in her sobs, "I will."

Broadhurst raised the cane for the third time. Before Stephanie had
recovered from the second stroke, he followed it with a third.
Stephanie's scream was piercing and long, ending in a sobbing moan.

Broadhurst steadily flogged her upthrust ass. Each time the muffled
screams from under hood were more intense, high-pitched and utterly
feminine. The flesh of the boy-girls buttocks was becoming more marked,
as vivid stripes appeared, some turning a darker red where weals
criss-crossed as her master continued her intensive punishment.

Stephanie was totally immersed in a tidal wave of searing pain,
everywhere from the waist down burned as each few seconds passed this was
further increased as more agony was piled on top of the last. She had
started to mentally count but this soon got lost as she attempted to
survive in a harsh uncertain world. She tried to think of herself as a
boy and found she could not. She could only imagine she was a girl, a new
bride, under the lashing blows of a cruel master, and she wanted to be
punished so hard the last trace of masculinity would be flogged away.
Stephen was melting away and Stephanie was busting into burning and
flaming life under the master's cane.

By the eighth stroke Stephanie's bottom was a mass of raised weals. The
boy-girl's screams had subsided and were now replaced by sobs and shouts
for her master to stop. But as horrible as building pain was the mounting
excitement. Stephanie felt utterly helpless to resist either the
unbearable pain or the unstoppable arousal. She knew the next stroke
would make her come uncontrollably, even as she feared it might kill her
with pain.

"Please, please stop." She heard her own voice with the part of her
that wanted to next blow to give her the complete sexual release she felt
ready to explode out of her throbbing cock.

"No more, oh, please stop. I'll be a very good girl. I'll be just the
girl you want me to be."

When it came the stroke released her sexual explosion. Broadhurst and all
the others could see her bound rump thrusting obscenely as she spewed her
come.

The strange voice went on, "I now pronounce you slave bride to your
Masters and Mistresses. When you have finished her caning, you may fuck
the bride."

The cane still whistled through the air as it continued to find its mark,
until the twelfth stroke, after which all fell silent except for the
sobbing of a broken young girl, who had a bottom that had been torn,
bloodied, bruised and truly caned.

Broadhurst removed his gown and stood naked behind the blindfolded
she-boy. He leaned over and delicately kissed and sucked each bleeding
welt. The raw pain twitched through the boy-girl's buttocks, but the
caresses of his wet lips and tongue stirred her penis. She became aware
of the wet, slippery pool on the bench under her and realized she had
come several times during the flogging. But now she was becoming aroused
again.

Broadhurst put his face between her thighs and licked and sucked at the
hardening root of her cock. His mouth went up between her cheeks and
kissed and sucked her anus. Tracks of welts criss-crossed her silken
cheeks and lay across the flaming red pucker. Her anus, the center of a
starburst of bleeding welts, melted open to his tongue under his sucking
kisses.

She sensed him standing behind her and felt his cockhead squeezed into
her wet anal ring. The pressure made her squeeze her sphincter and she
could feel to organ inside her spewing come into her rectum. The first
cock was replaced by another, much thinner. It too merely entered her
anal portal, the head lodged in her tight ring, and it too immediately
shot its load of sperm into her rectum. Stephanie realized all the men in
the room were entering her bottom and shooting it full of their come.
None of the men fully penetrated her. They merely lodged themselves
inside her portal and immediately filled her bottom with come.

She lost track of how many cocks had penetrated her virgin bottom and
impregnated her boy pussy. Then she felt a thin cold, smooth shaft
sliding up into her and realized she was being butt-fucked with a dildo,
presumably by one of the several Mistresses. Stephanie now understood how
she would be bride to both Masters and Mistresses. Three more dildos,
each a different texture, each longer, and thicker than the last slid
inside her and vigorously fucked her bottom. The Masters were lubricating
her and the Mistresses were opening her, completing her wedding night
ritual. She cried throughout her wedding deflowerments, but she came
again as each of her Mistresses fucked her.

Still sobbing, Stephanie was removed from her restraints, and was carried
in the arms of her Master to her bedroom and laid carefully face down
onto a clean white sheet.

The cries of sorrow and remorse gradually subsided; the Twins  treated
the painful weals and raised areas with cool and soothing cream. Soon the
boy-girl's bottom took on a more normal appearance. But Stephanie would
always bear the marks, the distinctive starburst of scars centered on her
beautiful anal opening, marking her as a submissive pain-loving butt-fuck
toy.

Stephanie's mind went blank and the next she knew she was thinking about
her transforming experience. No matter how she tried, she could not
imagine Stephen, only Stephanie. Then suddenly, Stephanie lay awake
pondering about where her master was at this moment, and she yearned for
him to come to her bed. She yearned for him to come to her bed and
instead of inflicting pain, to continue the pleasant things which had
proceeded and followed the caning, which had hurt her far more than she
had ever expected. She recalled the events that had taken place. She felt
her bottom and was excited by the painful welts, and the marks which
covered it, not such intense pain now, just a hot, burning sensation, a
leaping flash of the searing pain when she touched the welts, memories of
cocks probing and penetrating her, which produced an immediate erection.
The throbbing pain seemed to go directly into her throbbing erection.
Stephanie rubbed her hand lightly over the mass of welts and felt her
cock turn to rigid stone.

From the door of her room she walked slowly onto the broad landing, like
a bride walking up the aisle. She made her way to the bedroom she had
visited shortly after her bath. Stephanie was surprised when she entered
the room and found her master waiting the receive her, the shadowy light
from a small bedside lamp casting a warm glow over the wedding procession
into the bedroom.

"I'm so glad you are here as my bride, Stephanie." Broadhurst spoke
gently, as he led her to his bed.

"I want to be yours, sir".

"I can see how much, Stephanie." Her master looked at the boy-girl's
hard erection, so hard it lay flat against her corseted abdomen. Leaning
forward he carefully grasped the boy-girl's penis and drew her slowly
but firmly towards him.

"Such a beautiful token of your desire."

"Thank you, sir. Will you please take me?"

The boy-girl looked downwards, at the man's robe, which had fallen open,
revealing his thick, rising member. Stephanie stared at it fascinated,
watching it thickening and curving upwards. She was unable to meet the
older man's eyes.

"Bend over my lap, Stephanie, I want to look at your bottom."

"You won't spank me, will you sir? I'm ever so sore."

"No, Stephanie, you have had all the spanking and whipping you're
getting for one day."

Broadhurst had meanwhile shifted position to accommodate her and the
boy-girl responded and took her position over her master's lap. The
boy-girl could feel the headmaster's enormous erection rubbing against
her own smaller, but no less aroused, penis. The master was pleased with
his handiwork as he gazed down at the boy-girl's bottom, red and
swollen, with weal criss-crossing in red lines across both cheeks.

"Did it hurt very much, Stephanie?"

"Yes sir, it was very, very painful."

"You seemed to have enjoyed the experience, however. You left a
remarkable amount of your sperm on the whipping bench. I cannot recall so
much from such a young lady. And you came repeatedly while you were
caned. That was why the Masters and Mistresses were so ready to fill your
bottom. One or two of these weals look a bit sore. Does this hurt?"
Broadhurst touched a raw spot where at least three strokes had
intersected, and brought a sharp intake of breath from the boy-girl as
she winced in intense pain. Her cock throbbed and hardened and thumped
against the tight corset. The master reached between her legs and felt
her stone-hard erection.

"I am sorry Stephanie, I didn't mean to hurt you that much, but
sometimes these things happen and the skin gets marked where the cane
hits too often in the same place."

Broadhurst smoothed a cooling hand over each cheek and gradually found
his way again between them and softly fingered the boy-girl's anus,
still come-filled, before moving his hand further down between her legs
and groping for her erect penis. His fingers circled their two rubbing
cocks and stroked them both, pressing them together.

"It's almost time for our union, young lady, now turn over."

Broadhurst gave Stephanie a sharp smack on her right cheek, filing her
with pain and desire, and the boy-girl rose, then as her master made
room, lay on her back, her head resting on the soft cotton pillow and
waited for the attention she sought.

The older man sat level with Stephanie's knee and soon he was stroking
the boy-girl's hard penis, pausing at the tip and running his finger in
a circular movement helped in no small way by the slippery pre-cum liquid
which flowed in profusion from its opening.

"Will you come here for more punishment, Stephanie? I haven't put you
off?"

"No sir, I mean, yes sir, I will come back for more and, no, you
haven't put me off."

"Did you enjoy the cane, Stephanie?"

"Not really sir, I found it terribly painful. The pain was just too
great, and I didn't realize I had come, like I did in your office. There
was too much pain for part of me to feel my pleasure, but another part of
me had never been so satisfied when I came. But now, afterwards, I feel
like I might come if you just touched my bottom."

"Was it how you imagined it would be?"

Broadhurst was slowly beginning to masturbate Stephanie, who now lay back
on the pillow with her eyes closed, her mind at peace and contented, as
she enjoyed the attentions she was receiving. He licked her erection.

"I have always wanted you to cane me naked sir, but I never imagined it
would be like this sir. And I never realized how much I enjoy being a
girl and a bride."

"You like what I am doing to you now? Sucking your boy-clit?"

"Oh yes sir, It feels wonderful."

"You tell me when you're about to come, won't you Stephanie, I don't
want you spurting all over the place."

Broadhurst quickened the rhythm gradually, and as the boy-girl's
breathing increased in tempo with it, her knees began to rise and quiver.
The older man lightened his grip but increased the tempo as the
boy-girl's body tensed. He slipped her clit into his mouth, taking her
short organ down his throat.

Stephanie called out urgently in a high-pitch voice as the involuntary
feeling rose within her.

"Please, sir! I'm going to cum now, sir." Anyone hearing would swear
she really was a girl.

Broadhurst was just in time. His mouth smothered the torrent of hot white
fluid that burst forth from the boy-girl's hard stalk in a solid stream.
He continued to cover the end as spasm after spasm brought forth more,
until it subsided and the boy-girl turned on her side and curled up in a
slim contented crescent.

"Stephanie, I think you are ready for me now."

Broadhurst rose from the bed and removed the long robe. Stephanie stared
at the older man's thick hard erection, longer and far thicker than the
boy-girl's pubescent penis. Dazed by the climax she had just enjoyed,
Stephanie stared languidly at the rigid, deep red organ now in front of
her face. The boy-girl could barely move but she was unbelievably
excited, knowing the headmaster would soon enter her virgin bottom with
that immense cock.

Stephanie lifted her arm lazily and grasped the thick red member. It was
hot and throbbing, as hard as marble. She reached out and pulled the man
towards her and, lifting her head, she raised her bridal veil and pulled
the plum-sized cock head to her wet lips. Stephanie kissed the hot bulb,
her lips lingering, pressing into the heated flesh. Stephanie pulled the
older man's rod into her thickened lips, letting Broadhurst feel his
cock forcing the boy-girl's mouth open, taking a man in her mouth for
the first time, letting her master have her mouth cherry. Stephanie
probed the piss slit with her tongue tip as the cock pressed slowly to
the back of her mouth. His slit was surprisingly large and open to her
tonguing. Stephanie wondered as she sucked if his piss slit was large
enough for her to fuck with her finger.

Broadhust was surprised and pleased that his young slave was so obliging.
He grasped the two thick blond ponytails on the boy-girl's head, winding
his fingers into Stephanie's sweat-damped hair, and tenderly guiding her
head onto his member, he fucked the boy-girl's mouth, as she fucked his
cock with the tip of her tongue. "You shall have me coming in a moment,
if you don't watch out, my young bride. I'll finish taking this pretty
little cherry later; I have another virginity of yours to pluck first."
Broadhurst eased his bobbing erection, now shiny with Stephanie's
copious saliva, from the boy-girl's sucking lips.

He lay behind the boy-girl's curled body, and removed her bridal train
from the white lace corset. His muscled chest pressed against
Stephanie's long elegant back. Over her shoulder, Stephanie watched as
her master rubbed lubricating cream on his organ and then into her crack.
She turned her head and stared into his eyes in the tall mirror next to
the bed that showed the entire bed with their two bodies entwined.

"Stephanie, you will always remember this night, the first time you have
enjoyed your full sexuality, the first time you give yourself completely
as a woman to a man. Will you be my bride tonight? Will you give yourself
to me? Shall I make you a complete women now, Stephanie?"

"Oh, yes please, master!"

The probing fingers eased the cool cream into the boy-girl's ass cheeks
and anal opening, greasing her thoroughly. Broadhurst and Stephanie
looked into each other's eyes in the mirror. The boy-girl's were wide
and wondering. Broadhurst used first one, and then two fingers to grease
his young disciple's anus, watching his boy-girl bride's reactions to
the penetration. He pressed the fingers in and out until they moved
easily into her come-filled anus.

Stephanie's open-mouthed smile reflected her growing pleasure and
passion. Broadhurst then eased a third finger into Stephanie's anal
ring, stretching it and widening the boy-girl's tender opening,
spreading his fingers to ease her open to the necessary width for his
thick cock. The boy-girl's eyes widened even further, then rolled back
slightly, as her eyelids fluttered like tiny butterflies dancing.
Broadhurst rotated the cluster of fingers, easing them in and out, gently
finger-fucking the boy-girl open. "You are almost ready. Tell me how
this feels, Stephanie."

"Your fingers are filling me so wonderfully, sir. It hurt when you
pushed the third finger into me and spread them, but I think the pain
just makes me get harder, sir. I'm very aroused again." Stephanie
glanced down at her upcurved cock, but did not touch it. Instead she
reached back to caress the master's probing hand and urge him on. "I'm
sure I shall cum if you keep fucking me. Please sir, I would like to have
your cock filling my bottom, before I come again. Please finish taking my
virginity."

"Bravo, Stephanie, and so I shall." Broadhurst withdrew the probing
cluster of fingers. Stephanie's elastic opening squeezed shut again.
"Such a pretty speech deserves a reward. And your reward, my bride,
shall be to completely surrender your virgin anal flower this very
moment. I shall not be holding back as did the others in the ceremony.
This shall be a true fucking you'll receive." The headmaster grasped
Stephanie's hips and pulled the boy-girl's bottom directly onto his hot
member. The thick organ slid very slowly into the tiny tight ring and
very slowly but smoothly up the channel so well prepared by the sensuous
finger fuck. There was only the most slippery friction and an incredibly
tight elastic resistance as Stephanie's bottom was violated by his
enormous organ. The boy-girl bride winced as the massive member
completely broke open her cherry, penetrated her anus, and thrust slowly
and smoothly up to the very root in her rectum.

Stephanie felt every inch of Broadhurst's hot erection slide up inside
her, stretching her tight rectal passage. Her bottom felt swollen and
filled. Broadhurst's throbbing prick filling her insides gave the
boy-girl bride the rich pain and pleasure of being deeply fucked up the
ass for the first time.

They both lay still and she felt the head of her master's cock twitching
in the center of her abdomen, nearly to her heart. She had lovingly
become her master's beautiful bride, a lusting catamite. Stephanie
wanted the thick shaft that was buried to the hilt inside her to be the
hub of her very center, her whole body spinning forever like a greased
wheel on her master's hard organ.

Broadhurst left his cock jerking and twitching inside the Stephanie's
tight hot channel. "Oh, you are delicious, my young love." Broadhust
then slowly began to smoothly roll his hips into the boy-girl, giving his
bride a delightful, rhythmic deep butt-fucking. She groaned as he
long-dicked her anus and slapped into the painful welts on her ass
cheeks, causing bright fireworks of sharp pain in the boy-girl.
Immediately Stephanie's building passion increased.

"Oh, sir. You are filling me. Oh, it's wonderful. Yes, please, like
that! Oh! Yes, yes, yes. Oh, sir!" Stephanie's eyes rolled up into her
head as she felt the full length of the headmaster's thick hard shaft
ride up into her ass, driving into the burgeoning depths of her mounting
passion. He knew he would bring his young virgin bride swiftly to her
first anal climax. Stephanie arched her long back against the man's
muscled chest and slapped her buttocks solidly back into her master's
groin, meeting his thrusts. Broadhurst grabbed his boy-girl bride's
upper arms and pulled her slim body tight against him. Stephanie's hips
were rocking sensuously, slapping back hard to meet Broadhurst's every
deep cock thrust. Her rhythm was perfect, and they made a loud smack each
time she flung her cheeks back into his hammering groin. The smacks got
louder and faster.

Broadhurst felt the boy-girl's anus clenching. He leaned forward to
watch over Stephanie's shoulder as the boy-girl's cock jetted its
fluids with each slapping thrust into her bottom. Her sperm flew in hard
thick spurts in a long arch clear across the bed to splat onto the pier
mirror in which the two were watching the man deflowering the boy-girl
bride. The ejaculate slow trickled down the image of two bodies thrusting
into each other.

Stephanie looked back over her shoulder and opened her thickened lips.
Broadhurst locked his lips on Stephanie's and thrust his tongue into the
boy-girl's lush mouth as he pumped sensuously into Stephanie's
tightened anal ring. The boy-girl only grew hotter, more aroused, the
passion building again on top of the climax that still jerked through her
slim hips.

Broadhurst felt the anus clenching his cock as he thrust into the
boy-girl, then yielding as he withdrew. Stephanie's rectal channel had
stretched and then swelled and now tightly pillowed his thrusting organ.
The anal ring tenderly caressed his swelling cock head as Broadhurst
pulled it out of the puckered opening, and then drove it back into the
boy-girl's very center. Stephanie thrust her tongue back into her
master's sucking lips. Their tongues chased each other back and forth
like otters.

"Yes, yes. Oh, please, like that, like that! Oh! Oh, do fuck me like
that, please, sir! It is just so wonderful." Stephanie had never been so
passionately aroused. The feeling of her master's organ penetrating her
very bowels, skewering her though her very center was unimaginable. Each
thrust triggered the intense pain from the welts crossing her bottom,
only to explode into the height of pleasure and lust. The boy-girl's
limp penis oozed more thin, watery cum with each drilling penetration.
The boy-girl rocked her hips into the thrusts, fucking himself on the
master's thrusting shaft. The master's pace increased and grew even
more forceful. His hips pounded and crushed Stephanie's stripped bottom
cheeks, re-awakening the painful welts. The pain only triggered a deeper
passion and excitement in the boy-girl.

Broadhurst gripped Stephanie's shoulders tightly and thrust his whole
length in and out of the boy-girl's anus, poised motionless now to
receive each violent entry. Stephanie felt her master losing control,
surrendering to the passion building into a climax. Stephanie gently
squeeezed his cockhead as it entered and left her bottom.

Ah! Ah! AH!" The headmaster lodged his whole length in Stephanie's
rectum and exploded into the boy-girl's pillowing depths. As his head
fell onto the boy-girl's shoulder, Broadhurst felt Stephanie's bottom
tighten as the young boy-girl's climax jerked out again, triggered by
the hot seed filling his young disciple's rectum.

During this second anal climax Stephanie's body twitched and spasmed far
longer than during the first. The first had been explosive, her sperm
erupting in several long, thick, violent jets, shooting across the bed
when her bottom had at last been filled by her master's long, rigid
member. But this orgasm swept over the boy-girl like ocean waves,
repeatedly floating and tossing her limp body and sucking, like a
powerful undertow, a thin steady stream of watery sperm flowing from her
flaccid penis with each twitch in her bottom, with each squeeze she gave
to her violator.

Broadhurst cradled her twitching body, caressing the boy-girl's hot,
erect nipples and spasming cock. He pulled the sheets and coverlet over
their wet exhausted bodies. They fell asleep joined together, head on
shoulder, lips still touching, master buried fully in his boy-girl
slave's tight anus.

Broadhurst woke on his side, roused by the featherly brushing of
Stephanie's fingertips on his balls and the boy-girl's hot anal ring
squeezing the root of his rapidly hardening cock. The dawn light lit the
ceiling. Broadhurst could feel his erection sliding back up into
Stephanie's rectum as the boy-girl ground her hips into the older man's
lap and his cock fully hardened inside his young bride. She had held his
organ in her virginal bottom the entire night. His young slave had spread
her legs and was reaching between them to caress her master's balls. The
boy-girl wantonly rotated her hips and thrust back on the cock she felt
swelling and thrusting deeper into her rectum.

As Broadhurst pulled the boy-girl back against his chest and began to
steadily fuck Stephanie's tight asshole, he reached around and pinched
the boy-girl's tiny nipples until they reddened and swelled to twice
their size. Stephanie's untouched erection soon spurted hot jets of
fresh sperm far across the sheets, landing beyond the bed. Broadhurst,
equally aroused by this pre-dawn stimulation, erupted into his young
slave's hot bottom passage.

Feeling the pressure on his bladder, the older man quickly devised new
pleasures and torments for his fresh slave boy-girl.

"I shall let you enjoy a golden enema this morning, Stephanie!"

"Sir, I don't understand." Stephanie looked at her master over her
slim shoulder, her lips wet and thick with the passion he had just
enjoyed. Broadhurst kissed her deeply, his tongue probing the boy-girl's
mouth. "I shall give you my golden piss up your rectum and you must
squeeze down hard and not let any escape." At this the older man rolled
the boy-girl over from her side onto her stomach, his cock still buried
deep in the boy-girl's bottom. When Broadhurst was completely on top of
the young boy-girl he pressed himself hard into Stephanie's anus.

Stephanie felt the older man tense and then relax. As the older man
relaxed Stephanie felt a hot stream spurting forcefully deep into her
rectum. The hot flow inside her electrified the boy-girl and a golden
heat seemed to spread throughout her whole frame. Stephanie clenched her
anal ring to keep the flow inside her bottom, but the rest of her body
seemed to go limp, merging with the heavy golden flow that was filling
her bowels and spreading its heat though her body. Stephanie felt her
lower abdomen swelling slightly as the hard spurting stream continued to
fill her. The young boy-girl felt Broadhurst shift slightly and looked up
to see him pulling a large, cock-shaped butt plug from drawer of the
night stand. The heavy flow lightened and stopped.

"Squeeze hard, Stephanie, don't like any escape!" The boy-girl felt
her master's limp organ being pulled out slowly. She squeezed and
enjoyed the sensations of the fat limp member sliding out of her
tightened wet ring. As it popped out, Stephanie squeezed hard. He felt
Broadhurst shove the tip of the butt prong into her wet clenched anus.

"Relax now, my darling" Broadhurst commanded. As she did so, Stephanie
felt the fat plug's lifelike shaft slide into her opening. The fast
dildo filled her bottom and its narrow stem and broad base held it in
place, plugging her anus and stoppering her, filled with her master's
golden enema.

"Quickly, Stephanie, a few hard spanks will stir you up nicely."
Broadhurst sat on the side of the bed and pulled his young slave over his
lap. Soon the spanks of his flat hand on Stephanie's plugged bottom was
ringing in the bedroom, each followed by the boy-girl's sharp yelp of
pain. Stephanie was not just suffering from the stinging blows on top of
the multitude of stripes from the night before. She was also suffering
from the pressure of her piss-filled colon and her own full bladder.
Stephanie thought she must relieve herself or, in another moment, she
might burst.

Broadhurst gave the boy-girl a dozen stinging spanks then, marched her
into the bathroom, stood her at attention in front of the commode.

"Hands behind your neck, my girl. Stand up straight!" he sternly
commanded. Then with an evil twinkle in his eyes, Broadhust twisted her
nipples hard and, dropping to his knees in front of the boy-girl, sucked
her limp cock into his mouth.

Broadhust quickly sucked his boy-girl slave to a raging erection.
Stephanie was now dancing from foot to foot, unable to resist the
headmaster's insistent suckling, but needing desperately to relieve the
pressures in her bladder and especially her bowels. Just as the boy-girl
was reaching the pinnacle of arousal, Broadhurst stopped and slapped the
rigid penis hard, first one side, then the other, timing his blows
perfectly. The pain was stunning. Stephanie forgot the pressure and lost
control for an instant. A tiny jet of red-hot piss spurted through her
erection just as Broadhurst again fastened his lips around the
boy-girl's cock. As his mouth and lips sucked her raging erection his
tongue tightly plugged her tiny pisshole.

The older man's blowjob was irresistible. Stephanie came in violent
spurts at the same time she lost control of her bladder. The young
boy-girl trembled violently as she began to piss and cum at the same
time. Her cock ballooned inside Broadhust's mouth and when he pulled his
tongue away to let her piss and seed explode down his throat, the relief
gave Stephanie a second climax. Broadhurst sucked her off as fast as the
boy-girl spurted. She felt Broadhurst shove the base of the butt plug up
into her bottom. At the same time the headmaster pushed Stephanie down
onto the commode. As the boy-girl sat down, Broadhurst pulled the plug
out of her bottom hole and Stephanie felt her master's hot piss enema
and her own wastes gushing out. Stephanie's bowels emptied explosively
into the commode while Broadhurst finished sucking out her balls and
bladder. Stephanie was completely emptied. She fell over her master's
shoulder, limp as an empty balloon, but still with a raging hard-on that,
despite her pissing and the fantastic sucking orgasms, had not gone soft.

Broadhurst held her up in the warm shower, cleansing her limp body, then
drying her tenderly with warm towels. Stephanie's cock stayed rigidly
hard and he sucked it on and off. He gathered the slight boy-girl in his
arms and carried her back to the bed. He lay Stephanie on her back and
knelt between her limp, smooth legs. Broadhurst raised the boy-girl's
legs, pressing her knees to her chest on either side of the boy-girl's
upcurved erection. Stephanie watched her master grease his own rigid
organ and then tenderly rub the soothing lubricant deep in the young
boy-girl's anal canal and all over her swollen anal ring.

Broadhurst leaned over his young slave's limp body and, guiding his
erection into the boy-girl's opening, penetrated her firmly and
smoothly, burying his organ fully in the boy-girl's throbbing heat.
Broadhurst's muscular chest pressed the boy-girl's legs up and curled
her body into a deep vee, the headmaster's hips thrusting slowly and
forcefully into the boy-girl's raised bottom as he thrust his tongue
down her throat. Stephanie's moans urged him on, driving him to thrust
hard into her bottom. He never touched her cock but she came repeatedly.
Broadhurst and his sweet young slave-bride came together, and he stayed
hard inside her each time and matching each of Stephanie's anal
climaxes, until for the third time she covered them both with the creamy
emissions of her still untouched throbbing cock. When Broadhurst
withdrew, his young slave immediately switched positions and sucked her
master's cock, offering her cum-filled anus and her own erection for her
master to suck. Broadhurst alternately rimmed, sucked, and fucked his
young slave through the rest of the languid day.

That night Broadhurst brought the Abbott Twins to their honeymoon bed and
gave Stephanie to them, watching as together they fucked Stephanie, one
in her mouth, the other in her ass, switching places frequently. Their
thick cocks, wider than the headmaster's, easily opened the young
boy-girl's anus, so well initiated had she been by her new master. The
three she-boys soon learned each other's special pleasures and found it
easy to come together. Broadhurst slowly sucked them to new cockstands
and made them fuck his young bride again and again. The Twins skillfully
filled Stephanie at both ends with their hot cum, and fucked Stephanie's
cum out of her all through the long night. As Broadhurst watched them
together, he contemplated the long list of friends who would relish
fucking Stephanie's beautiful receptive mouth and caning and reaming her
deliciously responsive ass.