JAMIE

By Tommy

Part 10   

Jamie and Bertie sat together at the kitchen table,
busy munching their way through a large plate of toast.  Bertie
reached for the jam and Miss Stenton smiled, shaking her head in
wonder.  How could young boys eat so much?  Especially Bertie! 
She really had to keep an eye on him or he'd start getting fat. 
She looked at her watch again.  What a morning!  No time to enjoy
herself.   No milking sessions for the boys – unfortunately.  She
could have kicked herself for oversleeping.  Allowing a good two
hours for the drive to Reading, that meant… she frowned.  She had
to leave in ten minutes!

The door opened and Mrs Beal entered, a whirlwind of efficiency
as usual.  "Morning", she said briskly.  "She gazed at Marjorie
and the four children at the table.   "I think I'll make a start
in the living room and come back when you've finished breakfast.
I…"   Marjorie laughed.  "Oh it's okay, I think we're all
finished now.  Besides, I really have to be going."  She rose and
wiped her hands.  "Oh Bertie, I think you've had quite enough. 
Come on boys, go and wash your hands.  They look terribly sticky
to me.  Then you can have some time to play before your lessons."

The four females watched as Bertie and Jamie left the room, Mrs
Beal's eyes widening at the sight of their tight blue shorts. 
Marjorie looked at her daughters.  "Now you're sure that you'll
be okay on your own?"  She grinned at Christine.  "I told the
boys that they have to be obedient and do whatever you girls tell
them."  Lizzie's ears pricked up.  Her mother had said 'girls',
not 'Christine'!   Marjorie turned.  "Now, car keys, oh yes,
where did I put those papers…?"

Christine watched her mother walk into the hall and heard Lizzie
dashing up the stairs.  She swallowed and clenched her fists.  It
was now or never!   Mrs Beal was outside.  They were alone.

"Mother, I…"  She followed Marjorie into the hall.  "Mother…"   
Marjorie turned and laughed at her daughter's expression. 
"What's wrong darling?" She took Christine's hand.   "Er…well.."
Christine took a deep breath and tried as hard as possible to
look grown-up.  "Mother, I know you said that I'm in charge and
I'll do my best, and.."  Her mother interrupted.  "Yes, and I
know that you'll do very well Christine.  I was very impressed
with how you coped yesterday.  Just don't take any nonsense from
them, that's all."   Christine nodded.   "Oh I won't, mother, I
promise, but it's just that… well, do I have permission to milk
them as well?"

For some strange reason, Marjorie didn't feel as surprised as she
thought she should.  After all, the girls must have overheard
dozens of her conversations with Barbara and Joyce.  For a
second, the maternal instinct in her wanted to act shocked and
disgusted.  Cold realism quickly cut in.  For heaven's sake, they
were only young boys.  It was just like milking a cow, or
draining a pipe to relieve the pressure.  What harm could come of
it? Besides, Christine wasn't a naïve young girl anymore.   She
chuckled.  "You know how it's done then?" she asked, her eyes
sparkling.  Christine nodded.  "Yes of course mother.  I've heard
you talking about it lots of times with Miss Turner and Miss
Richards, and I asked Jamie all about it yesterday.  He told me
everything."

The last bit was a lie, she knew, but after all, she could have
made him tell her couldn't she?   "Sorry mother.  I..I mean, if
you'd rather I didn't, then…"

Marjorie laughed.  "No darling, you go ahead.  You did so well
yesterday; it wouldn't be fair if I didn't let you."  She glanced
at her watch.  "Oh no, just look at the time.  Sorry darling, but
I have to go now."  She kissed her daughter and squeezed her
hand.  "I'll call later in the afternoon.  Bye-bye."

Christine watched her mother walk out of the door, her heart
pounding.  She held her breath, waiting for the sound of the car
being driven away.   A whole day!   A whole day in charge!

******

Whether Christine felt the frustration more than her young sister
was impossible to say.   She gazed lustfully at the two boys
sitting at their desks and sighed.  She'd completely forgotten
that today was the day that Mrs Beal cleaned upstairs.  Even now,
the lady could be heard outside the room, humming to herself.  
Of course, there was no reason why she shouldn't do what she
wanted; after all, she had her mother's permission. But something
told her that permission or not, it wouldn't be wise to enjoy
herself with Mrs Beal around.

Lizzie glanced at her sister and yawned.  Just wasn't fair!  She
looked at Bertie, then at Jamie.  Why were they allowed to wear
their shorts in the morning, but not in the afternoon?  She was
sure if Mrs Beal hadn't been there, Christine would already have
made the boys remove them.

Jamie read through the passage he was copying into his exercise
book, trying not to think about what Christine had said earlier.
The girl had wasted no time in telling the boys her plans for the
day, and the news that she'd be milking them had made his mouth
dry.  Being spanked or caned was bad enough!  He remembered the
last time, when she'd pulled his foreskin back…. in front of
Lizzie!     He felt his cheeks redden.  Please, she wouldn't….she
couldn't milk him in front of Lizzie… could she?

"I'm going out to feed the rabbits." Lizzie's voice couldn't hide
her disappointment and Christine watched her sister walk
despondently to the door.

Her exit coincided with the sound of the doorbell, closely
followed by Lizzie speaking excitedly to someone.  Christine was
about to go and see what was happening when the door opened and
Lizzie burst in.

"Christine, guess what!  Martha's horse has just had a baby!"
Christine clapped her hands in joy.  Martha, her best friend,
lived a few miles away and shared her obsession with horses.

"Who told you?"

"Anne just came over on her bike to get you.  She's already told
Beverly and Sally.  They're all going over to see it."

Christine looked at the time.   "It's practically lunchtime.  If
I eat fast, I'll be there in half an hour."  She had an idea and
grinned.  Why not?

"Jamie, come and have lunch.  I'm taking you over to see my
friend.  She lives on a farm and you'll love it.  Bertie, stay
here with Lizzie. Come on!"

Lizzie laughed.  She'd never shared her sister's enthusiasm for
horses – large smelly brutes!

"Oh wait a minute though!"   Lizzie suddenly remembered.  "Can
Anne stay and play here while you're gone?"

Christine nodded.  Anne was Martha's eight year old sister, just
a year younger than Lizzie.  "I don't see why not."   She turned.
"Right, downstairs boys!  Wash your hands!"

Mrs Beal shook her head and sighed as the children filed out of
the room.  "Don't forget to tidy up after you!" she called as
they disappeared in the direction of the kitchen.  "I'll be off
in fifteen minutes, and I don't want your mother coming back to a
dirty kitchen!"

Jamie wolfed his food down, wondering what on earth he was going
to do on the farm.  As usual, Bertie seemed to eat more than
anybody, drawing a few disapproving words from Christine.  Annie,
a giggly red-haired and rather podgy girl, sat next to Lizzie. 
Having been invited to stay for lunch, she had thought it unwise
to mention that in fact she'd already eaten, and was tucking into
her pie as though she hadn't eaten for ages.

Christine stood up.  "Right Jamie, let's go."  She looked at her
sister.  "Lizzie, will you be okay staying here with Anne and
Bertie?"

Lizzie shook her head in exasperation.  "Oh for goodness sake
Chrissie!"

Christine laughed.  "Okay then.  You're in charge while I'm gone.
Be good!"

Lizzie watched her big sister leave followed by Jamie, then
turned to her friend.  "What are we going to play then?" she
asked.

Anne finished chewing the last piece of pie and swallowed. 
"Dunno."  She looked at Bertie.  "What about him?"

"Oh, he's just a boy staying for extra schoolwork" explained
Lizzie, as if it happened every day.  "Mother's teaching him and
Jamie together.  But when she's not here, she leaves Chrissie in
charge, and when Chrissie's not here, well, I am."

She stopped, a faraway look in her eyes.  Yes, 'she' was in
charge.  Her eyes twinkled.

"So I suppose we can play with Bertie this afternoon" she said
after a few seconds.

Bertie saw the look in her eyes and reddened.  What could she
mean?

******

Christine reached the crest of the hill and looked behind her. 
"Jamie, do get a move on!  You're so slow!"

She watched the young boy sigh and waited for him to reach her. 
Jamie hadn't dared to argue against coming with her, but it was
clear he didn't share her enthusiasm. He looked at the cane in
her hand and blushed.  Why on earth had she brought that with
her?  What if someone saw.  So embarrassing!

"Come on, we're almost there."  She gave Jamie's bottom a playful
flick with the cane and laughed.  "Don't think for one second I
won't use this if I have to, young man."

Jamie flinched as he felt the cane on his tight shorts.  What did
she mean 'young man'?  It wasn't fair.  She was only a few years
older than him, though to be honest, it felt like a lot more.

They reached the farm and Christine ran over to one of the barns.

"Martha, you there?"

A mop of curly black hair appeared, and Martha stuck her head
round the door, a large smile on her face.  "Hey, Christine! 
Great!  Come and look!"

The barn was warm and humid.  In one of the pens, stood a large
chestnut mare, busy licking its young foal..

"It stood up so fast.  Isn't it beautiful?  I'm going to call him
Berry."

The girls stood in silence watching the foal go from one of its
mother's teats to another, making a loud noise as it suckled.

"Where's your Dad" asked Christine.

"Gone into town with Mother" replied Martha.  "They won't be back
for a few hours yet."  She paused.  "But Jenny and Kate should be
here any minute."

Christine nodded. "Oh great.  I haven't seen them since school
finished."

Martha noticed Jamie for the first time.

"Who's he?" she whispered.

"Oh that's Jamie.  He's having extra tuition with us over the
holidays" replied Christine, tearing her eyes from the horses for
a second.

A longer explanation followed and Martha listened, her eyes
darting between Christine, Jamie and the long supple cane in
Christine's hand.  Her eyes widened and she looked at the boy
with a renewed interest, noticing with some pleasure how his thin
shorts left very little to the imagination.

Jamie looked around him, bored, but temporarily interested by the
large collection of farm equipment in the barn.  He heard
Christine suddenly start speaking very quietly and saw Martha
gazing at him in astonishment.

A noise from the horses stopped their whispered conversation, but
a few minutes later, Jamie heard giggling and saw Martha nudging
Christine.  His heart sank.  It didn't need a genius to know they
were talking about him.

"Jamie?"

Christine's voice sent tingles down his spine.  He knew that
tone.

The girls turned and surveyed the nervous young boy before them.
Too young to recognise the beads of sweat of Martha's forehead or
the way she licked her lips, he walked over to them, praying that
she wouldn't embarrass him or…

"I completely forgot it was the afternoon" explained Christine,
hoping she hid her excitement and sounded a lot older than she
was.  "You know very well you don't wear shorts after lunch. 
Take them off please Jamie!"

The boy felt ice cold, yet his face was burning.  The room span.
No… she couldn't…not in front of another girl..please!

"M….miss..I don't want to.. I mean.. please!"  he stuttered,
starting to panic.  Tears came to his eyes.

Martha grinned.  He'd called her friend 'miss'!   Bloody hell,
she had him well trained!

Christine decided to keep her temper.  Her voice was firm but
quiet.  "Listen Jamie.  We can do this the easy way or the hard
way.  You take those shorts off right now or we go to Martha's
house and call Mr Slack and my mother.  They can be here in an
hour.  Yes, I know it's embarrassing for you, but you can either
get it over with now or wait till Mr Slack gets here."  She
smiled.   "I think you know which is best, don't you!"

She held out her hand.  "Now give me those shorts!"

Jamie blinked back his tears.  He had no choice.  Besides… He
sniffed and wiped his eyes.  Why make such a fuss just because
they'd see his willy?   Perhaps..perhaps they'd be far too busy
with the horses and..?

He slid his shorts off and handed them meekly to Christine.
"Don't be silly Jamie.  Hands by your sides!"

Wishing the ground would swallow him, Jamie exposed his small
genitals to the girls, and looked at the ground in shame.

Martha pretended not to be interested, but couldn't stop herself
from staring.   Brought up on a farm, she was no stranger to the
appendages that male animals possessed and had spent many happy
times on her own with the horses, examining their parts.

Her fingers twitched.  Such funny things!  She wondered what they
felt like.  Hadn't Christine told her about boys getting
erections sometimes?  They'd studied it a bit in Biology.  She
had an idea.

"Tell you what, Chrissie.  Let's make sure he keeps out of
mischief shall we?  Come here Jamie!"

Martha walked to the other end of the barn and stopped in front
of a large collection of leather harnesses and chains, arranged
neatly on pegs. Christine followed Jamie wondering what on earth
she had in mind.  Had it been a good idea to bring him after all.
She knew Martha possessed a strange sense of humour, besides a
most forceful personality.  What was she up to?

"Here Jamie, this goes round you like this and then your wrists
and.."

Jamie hardly had time to protest before he found his hands
secured via short chains to a large metal ring.

"Now to keep him in one place.."

Martha quickly lifted the metal ring and fixed it to a hook
hanging from one of the oak beams, well out of Jamie's reach.

"There, that's better, isn't it!"

Christine looked at her friend in amazement.  Clearly she had to
bring Jamie more often.

Having thought initially that the girl was just joking, Jamie had
not uttered a single word, being more preoccupied with his own
nudity and cringing each time the girls stared at his small boy
parts.

But she hadn't been joking.  His eyes opened wide in horror.

"No! Let me go!  Stop it..please Martha…let me go..please!"  He
started to struggle violently, pulling at the straps around his
wrists.  Realising that they were impossible to remove, he tugged
hard at the chains above.  He stared at the girls in horror. 
With his arms held high above his head, his privates would be in
full view of whoever walked in the barn.

"Martha, take them off..please!  You can't do this!  Please…"

The girl in question reached down and gave his limp penis a hard
flick with her finger.  Jamie gasped in pain.

"There, that shut you up, didn't it!" said Martha, laughing.  She
lowered her voice.  "By the way, Jamie, you use 'miss' when you
speak to me!.  Now be quiet while we look at the horses.. or
else!"

Christine followed her friend back to the foal and mother, her
head reeling.  Martha was great!

They ignored Jamie's quiet sobs and turned their attention once
again to the horses and were soon engaged in an animated
discussion of grooming brushes.

The door was pushed open wider.

"Oh he's so gorgeous!"

They turned and grinned as Jenny and Kate entered. At fourteen,
the same age as Martha and Christine, Jenny possessed a shrill
voice that made her recognisable at quite a distance. 
Contrasting with her friends' dark curly hair, her long blond
hair hung low over her shoulders.

A year older than the others,  Kate was nevertheless slightly
shorter, her year's seniority indicated by her ample breasts, of
which she was extremely proud.

Martha and Christine pointed at the horses and laughed. 
Christine shook her head in wonder.  Kate's breasts looked bigger
than ever.  Must be twice as big as her own.  Oh well, she had
the rest of the summer.  Perhaps her own titties would grow a bit
faster.  Who knows?

The two newcomers stared at Jthe little foal, now seemingly taken
with annoying its mother by running round her, headbutting her
flank in an attempt to gain access to fresh milk.   Such was
their excitement at meeting each other that for at least five
minutes the half naked boy at the far end of the barn completely
escaped their attention.

Jamie squirmed with embarrassment as he listened to their
chattering voices.  Please don't let them turn and notice him! 
Please!

It was inevitable that, having released most of their excitement
and having enthused over the new foal, Jenny rose from her
crouching position and looked around her.

The barn rang with her shrill voice.  "What on earth….?"

En masse, the others followed her gaze, Kate's mouth wide open as
she took in the sight of the boy dangling from the beam.

Martha and Christine giggled and explanations followed swiftly.

"Oh gosh, I wondered what this was" muttered Jenny, picking up
the cane from the floor.  She grinned.  "I bet this really stings
his backside!"

To Jamie's horror, the girls walked over to him.  In desperation,
the poor boy twisted his legs, trying as hard as he could to hide
his privates from them.  To some extent, he succeeded, clamming
his penis as best he could between his thighs.

Jenny and Kate walked round him, mouths open as they examined his
large pert buttocks, and bare thighs, both girls conscious of a
growing familiar tingling between their legs.  Oh this was
amazing!

"Oh no you don't!"   Martha said, seeing what the nervous boy was
trying to do. She laughed and took a strange looking metal bar
from one of the pegs.  "Useful thing this" she said, opening the
clasps at each end.  "Daddy uses it for keeping the animals' legs
apart when the vet comes."

She grasped Jamie's ankle and snapped one of the clasps around
it.  "Now the other one" she said, laughing.

Jamie felt her hand on his other ankle and panicked, squirming
and lashing out with his foot.  It caught her on the side of her
head and she screamed in pain.

"I can't believe you just did that!" shouted Christine, angrily.
"You just wait till I…"

She looked around for the cane she'd brought with her.  Jenny
still had it in her hand.  "Jenny, can you give me…"

"You nasty boy!  How dare you hurt my friend!" shouted Jenny
angrily, her voice echoing round the barn.

Christine watched incredulously as her friend walked behind
Jamie. There was a swish and crack.  Jamie screamed, more with
surprise than pain.

The girls rushed to see, Martha following, rubbing the side of
her head.   A long red line spanned Jamie's buttocks.

"Wow, that was a really good one!" 
"I bet that hurt!" 
"Serves him right!" 
"Give him another one- go on!" 
"Yeah, but harder!" "One's not enough. Boys always get six!"

Jamie tried to look round.  What..?   "Miss..please!  I'm sorry!
Sorry!!   Don't!  Please…"

Jenny tapped the boy's bottom.  "Apologise properly!"

Jamie looked at Martha, desperation on his eyes.  "I'm very sorry
miss.  I won't do it again, I promise."

Martha scowled.  "You better not! Just see what happens if you
kick me again!"

Jenny watched as Martha continued what she'd been doing,
surprised at the feeling of exhilaration she'd felt on yielding
the cane.  That had been fun!

Martha grabbed Jamie's other ankle and put in the other clasp,
ensuring that his legs would be kept wide apart.  Jamie felt the
cool air between his thighs and turned a brighter shade of
crimson.  He could guess where the girls were looking.

"Oh, isn't it sweet!" 
"Looks funny, doesn't it?" 
"Ugh, I think it's ugly!" 
"Not like the picture in our biology book!" 
"Look you can see his balls moving!" 
"And his willy!"

Martha, being the host, and hoping to embarrass Jamie even more
for kicking her, took his little manhood between finger and
thumb.

"It's called a 'penis'.  All boys have one.  Even Jamie."

The girls laughed.

She lifted his penis up, displaying his small scrotum. " These
are testicles.  They're the things that our vet cuts off, if we
have a boy calf." She nodded at the pen where the foal was kept.
He's a boy too, so we'll have him castrated next week as well."

Jamie saw the girls move closer and shut his eyes in shame, tears
running down his cheeks.  Being poked and examined by Miss
Stenton and the others was bad enough, but to have four girls,
only a few years older than he was….!"

He gasped.  A hand was gently cradling his testicles.

"No miss… please!"

"Oh shut up Jamie!"  It was Jenny.  She felt each of his balls in
turn, a thoughtful look on her face.

"Hey Martha" she asked.  "Does the vet cut the whole thing off?"

Her friend shook her head.  "Depends on when he does it. 
Sometimes he puts a rubber ring round them and they drop off by
themselves after a few months.  Other times, he makes a small cut
and squeezes the testicles out of the sac."

Jenny laughed and continued teasing Jamie's scrotum.  "Perhaps we
should castrate Jamie."

Kate stood in front of the distraught boy and wiped the tears
from his cheek.  "Ah, but then Jamie wouldn't be able to have any
sex when he grows up, would you?" she asked mockingly, kissing
his forehead.  "No more hard-ons, no more playing with yourself
under the bedclothes.. Ahhh, poor Jamie!"

The others giggled, all interest in the foal now forgotten.  They
had something much more interesting to do!

She pressed his head lightly against her and shivered.  "Here,
don't worry little boy.  Put your face here.  Nice, aren't they?"

Enjoying the laughter from the others, she buried his face
between her large breasts and stroked his head.  "Hmm, nice,
isn't it.  Oh yes, I can see you like my titties."

Martha squealed.  "I can feel it getting harder!  Look!"

The watched in amazement as the boy's penis did what any penis
would do in such a situation.  Jamie groaned.  Oh please, no! 
Not now… please!

Despite his intense embarrassment, his young body couldn't deny
the fact that the feeling of Jenny's fingernails lightly teasing
his balls, Martha's soft hand on his manhood and Kate's warm
inviting bosom were sending tingling sensations throughout his
body.

"Miss, I….please don't miss.  No…please!"

They laughed and watched with a mixture of horror and excitement
as Jamie's penis appeared to awaken from a deep slumber, first
lengthening horizontally before starting to rise, the smooth
bulbous glans pushing its cheeky head upwards and outwards,
shrugging off the surrounding foreskin like a head through a
sweater.

For a few seconds, there was complete silence while the girls
watched open mouthed as his manhood stood to attention before
them.

"Oh Jamie, you naughty boy!" said Christine, pretending to be
angry.

Martha turned and winked at Christine, then looked at the others.

"Well girls, what do you think?"

******

Anne looked around Lizzie's bedroom, recognising most of the toys
and old dolls they'd played with over the years.  At eight years
old she considered herself too old for a lot of the toys, but
dolls were another matter.

"Are you really in charge of Bertie?" she asked, picking up an
old plastic doll's head.

"Yes, of course I am" replied Lizzie in a haughty voice.  "He'll
do whatever I tell him…honest!"

Anne grinned.  "Oh yeah?"

She was growing tired of Lizzie's boasting.  For the last half
hour, her friend had told her all about the boys and what they
had to do.  Some of it had gone over her head, but some parts had
made her most curious.

"Yes, really."

"Okay, prove it!"

Lizzie thought for a few seconds, then clapped her hands
together, her eyes sparkling. Of course!   How long had she been
waiting for this moment?   She ran to the window and called
outside to where the boy in question was on the swing.  "Bertie,
come up to my room!"

She closed the window and pursed her lips.  She had to show him
who was in charge.

Bertie entered the bedroom, his cheeks rosy from his gyrations on
the swing.  He looked apprehensively at Lizzie and Anne, both
dressed in pretty frocks, sitting on the bed.

"Oh Bertie, Mummy just phoned.  You do remember that I'm in
charge while Christine's away, don't you?"

"Yes, I suppose so" replied Bertie, scratching his nose.

"Well she said that just because she wasn't here, it was no
reason to change the routine.  So you have to take your shorts
off!"

Bertie stared in astonishment.  "But, what about..her?" he asked,
nodding at Anne.  He felt himself blushing.  Although far less
bashful about his nudity than Jamie, nevertheless he felt it just
wasn't right for another girl to see him naked…and so young!  He
was almost twelve.  Anne was only eight, a year younger than
Lizzie.  Not fair!

"No, mummy said it doesn't matter.  Now are you going to obey me,
or…"

Bertie sighed and slipped his shorts off.  An experienced
pragmatist, he'd learned the hard way during his years in the
boarding school that it was safer to be obedient, no matter how
embarrassing it may be.

Anne giggled.  "Oh no, you can see his willy!"  She frowned.
"Lizzie, isn't that rude?"

"No silly.  I told you that mummy makes them stay like this every
afternoon.  Then she spanks their bottoms and makes their willies
go hard.  Oh Anne, I already told you all that!"

Anne nodded.  "It looks so funny. I'm glad I don't have one!" 
She shivered.  How could boys go round with such a silly thing
between their legs?

Lizzie felt light headed.  She gazed at Bertie's privates in awe,
with none of the pretence of pretending to look elsewhere, as
she'd seen her sister do.  At last!  Of course, she'd prefer to
be on her own with him, but perhaps it would be more fun with
Anne.  At least she knew that Anne could keep secrets!

"Come here Bertie, and show Anne your willy.  She's never seen
one before."

The boy stood in front of them obediently, anxious not to
antagonise the girl in any way.  One thing he knew: it was clear
that though young, Lizzie was a crafty girl and he had no doubt
that as well as having a very protective and powerful sister, she
could twist her mother round her little finger when she wanted.

Lizzie reached out and took the boy's flaccid penis in her hand,
pulling him closer. Bertie gasped.

"Feel it" she said, letting it go.  "It's all soft now, but
sometimes it goes hard.  It's really funny when that happens."

Anne hesitated for a second, part of her wondering if this wasn't
just too naughty.  Would she get into trouble?  What if her
mother found out?  But she was in Lizzie's house!  So it couldn't
really be her fault, could it?

She touched Bertie's penis.  So soft!  Oh yes, it felt funny.
Those things behind.. She pointed to them.

"What are those?"

"Oh those are his testicles, I think.  They're like two balls
inside.  You have to be a bit gentle with those, but I know that
Mummy whips those as well when he's naughty.  She whips their
willies and even…"

She stopped, wondering if she'd said too much.  For a second she
felt jealous.  She wanted Bertie for herself.

"Yuck, they feel horrible!" said Anne, her hand exploring
Bertie's balls.  She paused.  "Look!  His willy's getting
longer!"

She let go of Bertie's privates and sat back on the bed as if
stung.

Lizzie laughed.  "I told you that their willies get longer!"

"No, you said harder!"

"Oh, I mean they go longer and harder."  Lizzie groaned.  Anne
was so thick sometimes.  She took Bertie's penis between her
fingers and stroked it slowly.  "Now, look!"

Bertie knew his cheeks were red with embarrassment, but wisely
kept quiet.  How many times had he had similar treatment from the
lady teachers in his school?  Most teachers punished him when his
thing went hard, but there were a few who seemed to like it.   He
sighed.  The best thing was to go along with whatever they
wanted.  The alternative was far more painful!

"See, it's sticking up!"said Lizzie excitedly.  She stroked it
faster.

Bertie started to panic.  He knew, as did most young boys, that
his penis had a mind of its own, and needed only a few seconds to
achieve that intense tingling sensation that heralded the point
of no return.

"Please….. don't!" he cried, jerking his stiff manhood out of her
grasp.

Lizzie stared at him, trying hard to behave as if she were
anything but the small nine year old girl she was.

She glared at him.  "If you're not going to do as I say, I'll
tell my mother!"

Bertie felt a frisson of fear run down his spine.

"Tell what?"

"Oh, just that you tried to hit us and said bad words to us" she
explained calmly.  "Mummy hates people who swear and I heard you
use the F word… didn't he Anne!"

Her friend looked puzzled for a second, then realised and nodded.
" Yes, I heard him!"

Bertie, unaware that Lizzie had once blackmailed Jamie with the
very same threat, bowed his head.  He knew he was beaten.

"Sorry!"  Bertie pushed himself a bit closer to indicate that the
girls could resume their games.

Lizzie had a faraway look in her eyes.  Despite her young age, a
familiar tingling was fighting for her attention.

"So Bertie, are you going to do whatever I say?"

"Yes Lizzie."  He looked up and nodded.  "Promise!"

"Turn round and show Anne your bottom!"

Glad to have his throbbing penis out of her clutches, the young
boy turned round.

"Bend over!"

Anne giggled.  "Are you going to spank him?"

Lizzie stood up and patted Bertie's soft plump  buttocks.  "Just
a few to remind him to be good."

The sound of her slaps rang round the bedroom.  Bertie gripped
his ankles, his face growing even redder.  After years of
frequent corporal punishment, he hardly felt Lizzie's light
swats.  But the shame of being spanked by a girl three years
younger than him was unbearable!

A small hand slid between his thighs and gripped his balls.

"Oww…no Lizzie…that hurts!"

The grip tightened.

"So just remember what I said Bertie.  Who's in charge?"

"You are."

She let go and ordered him up.  Anne was hugging her knees to her
chest, eyes shining.  This was great!   The boy was like their
slave!

Lizzie nudged her.  "Okay, let's test him."   She pointed to her
foot.  "Kiss it!"

Bertie knelt down and planted a kiss on her toe, making her
giggle.

"Now Anne's foot!"

The orders came thick and fast.  Bertie was ordered to kiss their
hands and knees, before being made to jump up and down, followed
by an embarrassing few minutes during which the girls explored
his privates in more detail, Anne's mouth open in amazement as
she examined his small testicles, marvelling at the feel of the
two soft balls inside and the way they continuously seemed to
move around.

Their fingers teased his penis until it was almost vertical, his
foreskin pulled right back.  Aware of what would happen if they
went too far, Lizzie was careful not to overdo the stimulation. 
She wanted to save that bit for last.

She whispered something in Anne's ear and her friend reddened,
but then laughed.

Lizzie yanked her dress up to her tummy, exposing her light pink
knickers. She turned to one side.

"Kiss my bottom!"

Bertie's head was spinning.  After the first ten minutes, he'd
lost some of his embarrassment and was now more worried about the
electricity coursing upwards from his crotch.  His penis was
throbbing, desperate for release.  He remembered the many times
at school when Miss Richards had treated him in a similar way,
her 'arousal test' as she called it, her long bony fingers
bringing him almost to the point of no return, before suddenly
stopping and marching him to her desk for a long and painful
session across her lap, her fingers continuously checking the
state of his erection until it had gone down.

He shrugged and bent forward, kissing Lizzie's knickers.

Anne howled with laughter.  "Mine too!" she ordered, yanking up
her dress as well.

Lizzie opened her legs wide.

"Kiss my peepee!"

Bertie blinked and hesitated but only for a second.  He knelt
down and kissed Lizzie on the front of her knickers where the
thin material outlined her pussy.

Lizzie shivered.  "Again!"

Bertie kissed it again.

"Lick it!  Lick it hard!"

Anne looked, laughing at the sight of Bertie's head clammed
between her friend's thighs.   She didn't notice the strange look
in Lizzie's eyes or the way she was gripping the bedclothes.

"Harder!"

Bertie's tongue pushed her knickers deeper into the moist cleft
between her pussy lips.

"Lick it!  Lick it like a little doggy!"

Lizzie's voice was higher.  Her mouth opened wide and her whole
body trembled as electricity shot through her.  The room
disappeared and for a few seconds she felt as if she were
floating on a wave of pure pleasure.  Her own night time
explorations of her little clit had never been like this.   She
moaned in ecstasy and pulled the bedclothes harder, knuckles
white, legs closing hard around Bertie's head.

"Lizzie, Lizzie?  What's wrong?"  Anne shook her.    "What's
happening?"

Lizzie came slowly back to earth, her face red, sweat on her
brow, eyes trying to focus on Anne's worried face.  She sat up,
pushing Bertie away and swallowing hard a few times.

"Nothing.  It just tickled, that's all."

"Well he's not kissing my peepee!" said Anne indignantly.

Lizzie laughed, anxious to change the subject.  She needed time
to think about what had happened.

Bertie looked at the wet patch on Lizzie's knickers and sighed. 
That hadn't been too bad.  He knew exactly what had happened. 
What was the name of that teacher that had made him do the same
to her?  Mrs Keal?    He remembered the evenings in her office
when she'd allowed him to choose between the cane or 'a little
service' as she called it.  But she'd been so wet and her hole so
hairy and…yuck!

A small hand on his penis jolted him out of his daydreaming. It
was Anne's.

"I want to see it go hard again" she said, prodding his scrotum.
"Make it go hard Bertie!"

Lizzie laughed and pulled her dress back over her knees, as if
nothing had happened.

"Oh, that's easy!" she said, her own hand joining Anne's.  She
tickled Bertie's scrotum and giggled as his young manhood reacted
as she knew it would.

Bertie stood still and closed his eyes.  He guessed what Lizzie
had in mind.  His own embarrassment at being teased by the two
girls was tempered by the intense tingling awakened in his
privates.  Besides, he really had no choice.  He knew very well
that Lizzie could make life very difficult for him if she wanted.

"Look, it's pointing straight up!" cried Anne, excitedly.  " Oh
and feel it Lizzie!  So hard!"

Lizzie racked her brains.  Why did mummy do when she milked the
boys?  Ah yes..but..?   How could she do that?  So horrible,
surely?  But it must do something to them, because the boys
always shot some milk.

"Come on Bertie.  Make the milk come out!"

Her right hand crept round to the boy's plump bottom and she slid
her fingers between his buttocks.

The feel of something lightly tickling his anus made stars
explode in Bertie's head.

His legs wobbled and he squealed with pleasure as the dam burst
inside him.

The room was quiet.  Anne sat open mouthed, looking down at three
shining drops of the boy's fluid that had splattered her dress. 
Lizzie felt Bertie's buttocks unclench. She licked her lips. 
This was great!

"Oh Bertie, you don't make as much milk as Jamie" she said, as if
she did this every day.  She pointed to Anne.  "Look what you
did!  Better lick it off quickly!"

"Let me try" interrupted Anne, wiping one drop off with her
finger.

"Yuck, it's salty!"

Bertie quickly licked off the other drops, his head slowly coming
back down from the clouds.   He gazed at Anne's dress.   He
didn't usually make any milk.  Hadn't Miss Stenton been worried
yesterday because of that?

Lizzie shook her head and grinned at Anne.  "Oh Bertie, you
should be more careful where your milk goes.  Anne's mummy will
be so angry if it leaves a mark."

She pointed to the door.  "Go and get the martinet!"

******

The waves of pure ecstasy slowly subsided and Jamie opened his
eyes, blinking as the barn came into focus. For a few seconds
there was silence, then all girls started at the same time.

"Bloody hell!" 
"Did you see how far it shot!" 
"You're right. It does look like milk!" 
"He really liked it.  Did you hear him squeal?" 
"Look. His willy's going down!" 
"His balls still feel full. He must have a lot more inside!" 
"Ugh, some landed near me!" 
"Let's make him shoot some more!"

Martha laughed.  "You should see how much our bull shoots!  We
make him come until he hasn't any sperm left, then Daddy sells it
to the other farmers."

Jenny lifted the boy's exhausted penis and examined the tip.  "It
probably needs a little rest."   She tickled his thigh playfully.
"Hey Jamie, ready to do it again?"

Jamie shifted uncomfortably, his eyes refusing to meet hers.  He
looked at the glistening drops of semen spattered over the ground
and felt his cheeks burning with shame.

"P..please…my arms are hurting."

Martha nodded.  "Yeah, sorry Jamie.  You've probably been tied up
too long. Wait…"

She undid the chains and Jamie lowered his arms with a sigh of
relief.  Oh that felt better!

"On your head boy!" she ordered.  "If you move your hands I'll
tie you up again!"

Kate examined Jamie's exhausted penis with interest.  "Come then,
make it stiff again!"

Christine laughed.  "Oh, boys always need a rest afterwards.
Their willies are so exhausted."

The girls laughed.  Jenny tapped Jamie's bottom with the cane. 
"We're waiting boy.  Get it up!"

"Oh, give the little boy a rest" said Kate sarcastically.  She
ran her hand through his hair and kissed his burning cheeks. 
"Poor Jamie.  You do like girls I hope.  Or perhaps you prefer
boys."

The others laughed.

"No, I think you definitely like girls" she continued, rubbing
his head gently against her breast.  She felt his mouth pressing
against her nipple and shivered.  Her eyes closed.  Oh fuck… if
only…

Jamie felt a small hand teasing his balls and moaned as the
familiar tingling started again.

"Look, it's going up again!" cried Martha ecstatically.  "Let's
see how far we can make him shoot it this time!"

Jamie opened his eyes and blushed as he saw Christine staring at
him.  She grinned.

"You know you have to be milked regularly, Jamie.  Mummy will be
so pleased!"

******

The schoolroom smelt musty.  From downstairs Jamie could hear the
sound of laughter.  For a second he thought about lowering his
hands and running to the top of the stairs and listening.  No! 
It was too dangerous.  Someone was bound to see or hear him.

For a second he thought he heard a noise at the door and quickly
raised himself up on his tip toes and kept his nose pressed
against the wall as he'd been ordered.

What an afternoon!  It seemed such a long time ago now.  The
shock of finding Mr Slack and Miss Stenton at the house when
they'd returned had quickly made the memory of his ordeal with
the girls fade away.  How many times had they made him spurt? 
Three wasn't it?   It had only been Christine noticing the time
that had saved him from another long groping.

He'd known as soon as he saw the look in Mr Slack's eyes that he
was in trouble. It soon became clear why.  During the thirty
minute walk back from the farm, Martha's mother had arrived and
noticed a large bruise on the side of her daughter's head.  A
quick interrogation had revealed the culprit and she had
immediately phoned Miss Stenton.   Christine, anxious to continue
her grown-up image had nodded angrily and confirmed that, yes,
Jamie had kicked her friend very hard.

Jamie's panic stricken attempts to tell his side of the story had
been met with a refusal to even listen.

"I don't know and I don't care what the circumstances were, young
man" Mr Slack had boomed, angrily.  "For a boy to kick a girl in
this way is one of the most disgusting things I have ever
encountered!"

A long lecture had followed, outlining Jamie's past and current
behaviour, terminating in a short reminder of his future years to
be spent at their new school.

"So what I suggest to you now Jamie, is to go upstairs, remove
your clothes and stand facing the wall on tiptoes, hands on head,
while I have a cup of tea with Miss Stenton and discuss the most
appropriate punishment."

Jamie had left the room, tears already streaming down his face. 
In the hall he passed the small table and saw with horror, one of
Mr Slack's long school canes lying on it.  He had no doubt at all
what 'appropriate punishment' meant!

With Anne long since departed for tea, Lizzie sidled up to
Christine and winked.  "He's really going to get it, isn't he?"
she whispered, trying not to show her delight.

"Sshh!"

Mr Slack smiled at her, then looked at Bertie, who was trying to
make himself as inconspicuous as possible.  Lizzie glanced at
him.  Having heard her mother arrive, she'd quickly ordered
Bertie to put his shorts back on.

"Well boy, I trust you've been behaving yourself while you're
here.  Miss Richards told me quite a lot about you."

Miss Stenton laughed.  "He's only been here a few days, haven't
you Bertie."

"Hmm, I thought you said you were treating him and Jamie the same
way" said Mr Slack, looking puzzled.  "Weren't you telling me
something about keeping their shorts off in the afternoons?"

"Oh goodness me, you're quite right John.    I'd completely
forgotten."  She nodded at the young boy.  "Come on Bertie,
shorts off!"

With all eyes on him, Bertie slid his shorts down and stepped out
of them, cheeks bright red.

Mr Slack's eyes widened in surprise.  The boy was obedient. 
Good!

"I do hope you're being strict with him Marjorie" he continued. 
"Barbara told me all about some of his, er, little habits."

Miss Stenton bit her lip, trying not to laugh.  John was teasing
her!  She saw the bulge in his trousers and sighed.  Good old
John!  Hadn't changed!  How could she ever repay him for offering
her such an excellent job in his new school?  Hmm, she knew the
answer to that!

"Oh yes, very strict!"  She paused.  "Perhaps you'd like time to
get to know him better.  After all, you'll be his Headmaster when
the school opens."

John nodded and finally managed to tear his eyes from the boy. 
Shit, he was cute!  Cheeky grin, slightly plump, firm lily white
thighs and a most exquisitely formed penis.  Just the type he
loved!

"Yes, I think we'll be having a little chat later."

Miss Stenton nodded at her youngest daughter.  "Lizzie was in
charge of him this afternoon.  Was he well behaved Lizzie?"

Their eyes met and Lizzie blushed.  "Yes mummy."

"I'm sure he was" said Mr Slack, draining his tea.  "Your
daughters clearly know how to deal with young boys.  They're a
credit to you Marjorie!"

Lizzie blushed even more.  Miss Stenton nodded.  She knew that
look on Lizzie's face.  It all started to make sense.  Hearing
that Anne had been over, she'd gone to Lizzie's room to see what
jacket or sweater the girl had left this time.  It was a long
standing joke between the mothers that Anne 'always' forgot
something.

But it looked like Anne was growing up.  She hadn't seen anything
belonging to the girl at all.  The only thing untoward in
Lizzie's bedroom had been the martinet on the bed.  The martinet
that she'd left the evening before on top of a cupboard in the
boys' room.  The martinet that she'd assumed only she knew about!

"Yes, John, they certainly are" she replied, her eyes narrowing.
Lizzie recognised the look and felt cold.   Her mother knew.  She
must know everything.  Must know…  But….?  Years of learning how
to manipulate both her mother and sister had made Lizzie an
expert in reading others and the look from her mother wasn't one
of anger.  Something else.  The hint of a smile?  Lizzie bit her
lip and looked away.

John put his empty cup on the table and sighed.  "Well Marjorie,
perhaps we should deal with Jamie now."

He turned to leave and saw the look on Lizzie's face.  "Oh, given
the circumstances, I think it would be good for Jamie if everyone
were to witness his punishment."  He smiled at Christine.  "Since
you'll be doing your work experience in the new school,
Christine, perhaps you would like to assist me."

The tall fifteen year old nodded, hoping desperately that her
face wasn't too red.  The tingling between her legs increased. 
Oh yes, she'd like that very much!

******

The twelfth crack echoed around the schoolroom.  Jamie, his eyes
screwed up tightly felt as if his buttocks had been cut into
ribbons.  He opened his eyes for a second, allowing a shower of
tears to rain down onto the thick carpet.  His knuckles were
white from gripping his ankles as hard as he possible could.  A
quiet but high pitched whine escaped from his mouth. 
Please…please let it stop!  It was the last one… wasn't it?  The
thought of another stroke over his glowing backside was just
impossible!

The humiliation was complete.  The shock of seeing everybody
enter the room had been bad enough.  He couldn't remember much of
what Mr Slack had said, being more concerned with having his most
private parts on show yet again in front of so many.

Having quickly realised that he was about to be punished in front
of an audience, he'd hardly noticed at first what Mr Slack was
talking about, but that had changed abruptly when he saw the tall
man produce the wicked martinet from his pocket.

Embarrassment had turned quickly to fear.  Made to adopt the
humiliating position he knew so well, he was horrified to find
the martinet being yielded not by Mr Slack or Miss Stenton, but
by Christine!

The look of delight on Lizzie's face had contrasted markedly with
the look of unease on Bertie's.  Having recently suffered similar
embarrassment himself, he was sure the martinet would be used
with greater frequency in the future.

Christine had taken great delight in concentrating principally on
his inner thighs and genitals, even being so bold as to ask
Lizzie to ensure his foreskin was pulled back.  How could she
have done such a thing?  Just so horrible!

The lecture afterwards had been a long one.  As Bertie had
guessed, Mr Slack made no secret of his desire to see the
martinet used more often, and, to Bertie's horror, had handed it
to Lizzie for safe keeping.

If Jamie thought his ordeal was over, he was wrong.  Mr Slack had
other ideas.  The martinet had merely been a warm-up.  For such
behaviour, and given Jamie's past, Mr Slack had decided to
administer twelve strokes of the cane.   Miss Stenton had nodded
her approval.

Jamie heard Mr Slack say something, but was too preoccupied with
the intense agony in his rear end to make out the words.

"I said Jamie, you may stand up."

Slowly, the young boy stood up straight, wincing as the red weals
across his buttocks were squashed closer together.  Mr Slack
grunted with satisfaction.  The boy's bum would be quite badly
bruised, but knowing Jamie, they'd be gone in a week.

Miss Stenton smiled.  "Okay Jamie, it's all over.  I hope you've
learned your lesson."  She looked at Bertie, then turned to Mr
Slack.  "I think Jamie should sleep alone tonight, but I'd
forgotten you were staying the night John.  Would you mind
awfully if Bertie shared with you?"

Mr Slack took a deep breath.  He felt his heart beat faster. 
Marjorie was amazing!

"Yes, of course" he replied, his voice showing no sign whatsoever
of the excitement he felt.   He tousled the little boy's hair. 
"I'm sure that Bertie will be good."

******

Lizzie lay in bed, thinking over the day's events.  She groaned.
Mother obviously knew everything!   She turned on her side and
closed her eyes.  But it had felt so nice when Bertie had kissed
her peepee.  So very nice!   She'd enjoyed using the martinet as
well.   Not hard, no.  But just enough to make him squeal a bit.
Oh that had been so funny!   The look on Anne's face when she'd
made Bertie lie with his legs apart!  Her hand slid under the
covers and in a few seconds she was busy recreating the sensation
she'd had earlier.  Oh yes.  So nice.  Bertie would be kissing
her peepee a lot more in the future.  But not over her knickers
next time.  Oh no!

Christine shuddered and arched her back as the second orgasm that
evening wracked her body.  Oh shit!  Oh shit!  Images of huge
throbbing penises filled her mind.  Mother would be away again in
a few days and she and Lizzie would once more be alone with the
boys.  Just wait!  Then…. What had Mr Slack said to her during
supper?  Her work experience at the school!   Her
responsibilities and duties.  Not just as a teaching assistant,
but supervising the boys in the evening.  Showers, baths,
dormitories.  Lots of naked boys…and all hers!   Her hand ached
but the tingling was back again.  It was no good.  She had to!
Visions of wet boys over her knee, their bottoms growing ever
redder!  Soon her finger was busy once again.  She groaned with
pleasure and frustration.  How many times would she have to do
this before she finally fell asleep?

Marjorie stroked Jamie's hair and ran her finger over his cheek.
Her decision to spend the night with Jamie had been easy to make.
 Why should John have all the fun?   She reached down and teased
the naked boy's semi erect penis with her finger.

"Feel better now?" she whispered gently.

Jamie sighed sleepily and nodded.  "Yes miss."

The pain  had long since faded into a dull throbbing.  After the
caning, Mr Slack and Miss Stenton had been all smiles.  Why were
adults so strange?  They had made him stand facing the wall for a
further thirty minutes before bringing him down for dinner.  Miss
Stenton had even placed a cushion on his chair to make it easier
to sit, and no more had been said of the matter.

He felt his little manhood start to stiffen and closed his eyes.
Miss Stenton had explained to him that it would help take his
mind off his sore bottom, and he hadn't argued.   He wondered if
she was going to milk him before he slept.

Marjorie grinned as the boy's penis slowly hardened.  Christine
had blushed a deep red when asked about Jamie's milking.  A few
more questions and it had become clear that the boy had been kept
busy.

"You know Jamie, if you're going to start growing into a man, you
have to learn a few things about ladies.  I think that now would
be a good time to start."

Jamie opened his eyes.  Had he fallen asleep for a few seconds? 
His eyes opened wide.  Miss Stenton's thin black dressing gown
was open and she was naked underneath!  But….?

Her hand squeezed his penis and she laughed.  "Come on Jamie. 
I'm going to show you how to provide a very nice service for a
lady."  The tone of her voice was friendly but firm.  Jamie
blinked.

"Miss?"

"Sit up Jamie."

Marjorie lifted a leg over the boy and positioned him in front of
her.  She smiled, then lay back.

"Play with my lady bits, Jamie.  Stroke them.  Nice and gently. 
Come on!"

Jamie knelt between her legs and winced as his heels dug into his
bruised buttocks.  He shifted position slightly and swallowed
nervously, his eyes fixed on the mass of dark pubic hair before
him.  Curiosity overcame his fear and he explored the lady's
private area, parting the thick hair to reveal her large rosy
pussy beneath.

Marjorie gasped and shut her eyes.  What on earth was she doing?
But… but it felt so good.

"Hmm, good boy Jamie!"  She opened her legs wider.  "Use your
tongue now.  Nice and deep.  Lick everywhere.  It's so nice, you
know!"

She saw the look of shock on his face and laughed.  "You have to
get used this Jamie.  Ladies like it."  Her tone hardened very
slightly.  "You do want to keep ladies happy, don't you?  Or
should I ask Lizzie to bring the martinet?"

Jamie's head disappeared from sight.  She closed her eyes and
moaned quietly as the boy's tongue started pushing between her
wet pussy lips.

"Oh Jamie, that's so nice! Just a bit deeper!"   She grinned and
stroked the top of his head.  "I can see you're going to be very
popular at the new school!"

******

Bertie took a deep breath and opened his mouth wide.  What was
happening?   It seemed so rude but…but…   He hesitated.

"My cane is still in the schoolroom Bertie" said John softly. 
"It's getting late, but we still have time to put some lines on
your bottom.  What do you think?"

John shifted slightly.  Bertie wasn't exactly light!  The boy was
now completely nude and positioned upside down, on top of him.
He stroked the boy's inner thighs and patted his large soft
buttocks.   "Well?"

Bertie sighed and then gasped as Mr Slack's finger delved between
his buttocks and teased his hot little anus.  Only an inch from
his face, the Headmaster's huge penis bobbed and twitched, as if
anxious for attention.

What a strange evening it had been.  Mr Slack had insisted on
supervising his bath time and like Miss Stenton, had spent far
more time than was necessary in washing Bertie's private places.
Then the little chat in the bedroom.  A most embarrassing chat. 
Clearly Mr Slack had talked to Miss Richards a great deal!

Having brought up the subject of Bertie's sensitive prostate, Mr
Slack had wasted no time in having a closer look.  The indignity
of having his anus inspected was followed by quite different
sensations as a long finger slid deep inside him.

"I can see we're going to have to keep an eye on you" Mr Slack
had said, shaking his head at the sight of Bertie's erection.

How he had ended up like this, he wasn't quite sure, but Mr Slack
had made it quite clear what he was supposed to do.

Bertie held the long shaft before him and slid his lips over the
bulbous head.  Mr Slack groaned with pleasure.

"Good boy.  You know how to please your Headmaster, don't you!"

Bertie's head was feeling rather light.  Having expected to feel
more disgusted than he actually was, the plump preteen felt a
myriad of emotions competing for his attention.  One thing he was
sure of and that was the fact that no matter what part a of his
brain was saying, it wasn't bad at all!  In fact…

He felt Mr Slack's long finger tease his bumhole and gasped.  A
pause.  Perhaps the man was putting more of that slippery stuff
on his fingers.  Perhaps he wanted to…

Bertie groaned- a mixture of discomfort and excitement as another
finger joined the first.

 "I do believe you're enjoying this, young man!"  John Slack
laughed and teased Bertie's tight anus a bit more.

"Well Bertie, do you like it?"   The question was asked in the
sort of tone that demanded an answer.

"Ummm, I… yes sir"

John chuckled.  Bertie had taken just a second off his task to
utter the words, but had immediately resumed the job in hand.

"Good boy!  Oh yes, you're most definitely a very good boy
indeed!"

John took a deep breath.  Bertie's tongue was pushing very hard
and his small hands were everywhere.  It would be a matter of
seconds before he came.

Then a short rest.  Perhaps some sleep. Then….?

John smiled.  The middle of the night was always best.  Bertie
would be in a heavy sleep.  Very relaxed.  What better time for
introducing him to the next stage?  After all, he had to learn.

He pushed his fingers half an inch into Bertie's sweaty anus and
gripped the little boy's rock hard penis.

Bertie's tongue pressed harder.

John closed his eyes and moaned, releasing his hot semen into the
young boy's mouth.  The room span.  Oh fuck!

He waited for the retching and gagging sounds, but none came.

For a second his pleasure was disturbed by confusion.  All the
other boys… the first time, they'd…

Every muscle in his body suddenly relaxed and he closed his eyes.
 Shit!   That had been good!  But….

"Bertie?"

"Yes sir?"

"Did you swallow all the cream?"

"Oh yes sir!"

John hesitated, then stroked the boy's throbbing penis.  So
sweet!

"Was it nice?"

"It tasted funny sir."

Bertie felt the fingers tighten around his stiff manhood and
groaned.

"Shall I milk you now, Bertie?"

"P..please sir…oh yes please sir…please…I…I…"

John smiled and moved his two fingers deeper into the boy's hot
anus.

Bertie shuddered and clenched his buttocks.  His young mind
sought to come to terms with the feeling inside him.  Never had
he imagined sensations like this. Far more powerful than when
being milked by Miss Stenton.  Concentrated pleasure deep inside
his bottom seemed to well up and grip his whole body and……..

John chuckled as the boy writhed on top of him.  He saw one, two,
then a third drop of semen shot from Bertie's penis into his
hand.   The boy's soft thighs and buttocks bucked and gyrated for
a few more seconds before suddenly stopping.  John withdrew his
fingers and ran his hand over the exhausted lad's pert bottom.

"Feel better now?"

Bertie didn't answer for a second.  "Er..I…I mean yes sir…thank
you sir. I…"

"Well turn round and lie here.  Come on."

He pulled the boy next to him, grinning at the mixed look of
confusion and tiredness in the boy's eyes.

"Comfortable?"

"Yes sir."

John pulled the sheet over them and stroked Bertie's cheek.
 
Shit, the boy was pretty!

He kissed his little nose and smiled.

"Are you always going to be such a good boy, Bertie?"

"I hope so sir."

John laughed and put his arm around him, drawing him closer.

"You know Bertie, when we open the new school, I'll need boys
like you to help me."

"Sir?"

"Boys I can trust.  Boys who'll do little jobs for me.  Would you
like to help me, Bertie?"

Bertie yawned.  Under the cover, he felt Mr Slack's hand stroking
his tummy.

"Oh yes sir!"

"Good boy.  I know we'll get on well together."  He moved his
hand lower and played with the boy's soft little willy.

John chuckled.  "It feels exhausted!"

Bertie giggled.  He looked at Mr Slack smiled shyly.  He'd been
scared at first, but Mr Slack seemed to be a nice man.  Despite
his tiredness he found himself enjoying the attention.

"What about these?" asked John playfully.  His fingers explored
the boy's small testicles. "Are they sleeping yet?"

Bertie giggled again.  He had to admit it felt so nice!  So very
very nice and…

"Hey, I think it's woken up" said John laughing.

His fingers coaxed the boy's penis upright.  Bertie sighed with
contentment. The tingly feeling was starting again.

All was dark.  The bedroom doors were shut but nobody was
sleeping.  Silence everywhere.  Suddenly for a few seconds, the
whole place seemed to resonate as a succession of quiet satisfied
moans rippled gently through the house.