JAMIE

BY TOMMY

Part 8

The journey to Miss Stenton's house took over an hour. Jamie sat
in the back, looking at the fields and woods as they drove north.
The two women chatted, occasionally stopping to ask him how he
was. Barbara turned and smiled at him. "So many people get car
sick when they sit in the back. Are you quite alright?" Jamie
assured the ladies that he felt quite well and leant back,
hugging his knees.

His hand fell on the martinet lying on the seat next to him, and
he swallowed nervously. Yes it had stung, but… If the truth were
known, the pain was nothing compared to the intense embarrassment
he had felt. He wondered if the ladies really would continue his
punishment when they arrived. They'd chatted an awful lot just
before leaving. He hadn't been listening most of the time, but he
did recollect a few references to 'keeping him like that'. His
heart sank. He guessed they must mean keeping him without his
shorts on. That afternoon with the two girls had been awful!
Surely he wouldn't have to go through that again – would he?

"Well here we are – at last" announced Miss Stenton happily,
driving through some large iron gates. "Take everything from the
back Jamie please."

He looked around him. There was still an hour or so before dusk,
and the sun was reflected in the windows of the house, making it
look as though all the lights were on. The garden and house
seemed even larger than Miss Turner's.

The car came to a halt outside the front porch and Jamie
collected his bag and the other items scattered around him.
Behind him, he heard the boot being opened.

"Just take everything into the hall and put them on the table."
Miss Stenton took a package out of the car and slammed the boot
shut. "Good boy, just through there."

The ladies followed him in and removed their light summer
jackets. Miss Stenton placed her hand on his shoulder and looked
at her friend. "Do you have time for a cup of tea Barbara? I
thought I'd just show Jamie around while the kettle boils."
Barbara nodded. "Of course. In fact, I'll make it why you give
him the grand tour." She laughed and her eyes fell on the boy's
backside. Marjorie chuckled.

"Come on young man, let's show you where you'll be sleeping." She
tousled his hair. "The girls aren't here yet. Their friend's
party finishes in a few hours so they won't be back until later
tonight."

She led him around the house and showed him the schoolroom, which
to Jamie's surprise, was twice the size of Miss Turner's and
exquisitely decorated. His bedroom was also bigger and his eyes
opened wide at the size of the bed.

Returning to the ground floor, she ushered him into the living
room where Barbara was waiting, two china cups of tea set on a
small table next to her armchair.

Miss Stenton noticed Jamie fidgeting. "Do you need to be excused
Jamie?" she asked kindly? He nodded. "Yes please miss." "Okay,
you know where it is, past the kitchen on the right. Oh, and
Jamie.." The boy halted at the door and turned. He needed to pee,
and very badly! "Er, before you come back, you can fold your
shorts up and put them on the stairs ready to take up later.
Quickly please!"

They watched him leave, his cheeks already turning red. Barbara
shook her head, her eyes twinkling. "Poor boy!" Marjorie took her
tea and leant back. "Oh yes, I feel so sorry for him" she said in
mock sarcasm. Their eyes met and they burst out laughing.

Barbara sighed. "You know Marjorie, this news about the new
school has been so overwhelming, I've hardly had time to really
think hard about it." She paused. "There are three boys at the
school who'd make perfect pupils. They don't have any family."
She sipped her tea. "The poor boys have to stay at the school
over the holidays. Nowhere else for them to go." Her eyes
narrowed. "Not that I allow standards to slip of course, just
because it's the holidays. They still have to obey the rules."

Marjorie nodded. "You were talking about them earlier. Isn't one
of the boys the same boy you told me about last time. You know,
the er..rather dirty one?" Barbara nodded. "Ah yes, that's
Bertie." She frowned. "Filthy boy! I simply can't believe a boy
of eleven can be so obsessed with his privates! You have no idea
how many times I've caned him for playing with himself, but it
doesn't seem to have much effect. Quite frankly, I have the
impression that he rather enjoys corporal punishment!" She
lowered her voice. "You know Marjorie, I'm convinced he's
homosexual!" Her friend looked at her in astonishment. "No,
surely not? Not at that age?" Barbara nodded. "I'm convinced of
it! Yes, I know he's only eleven, but I've seen the way he looks
at the other boys in the showers, and there are certain signs
that he finds them rather..er..exciting."

"Signs?" Marjorie looked puzzled for a few seconds, then the
penny dropped. "Oh, you mean..?" Barbara smiled. "Exactly. Every
single time he has a shower with the others, he has an erection!
So much so, that usually we make him go in first. Though to be
honest, that's not the only reason." She looked a little
embarrassed. "The fact is that he's remarkably, er, well endowed
for his age, quite obscenely so in my opinion! When he has an
erection, all the other boys just stare – and the problem is,
he's so naďve, he doesn't seem to realise!" She sighed. "You know
Marjorie, I'm looking forward to having him at our new school.
John said he'll leave discipline entirely in our own hands. Maybe
we should ask him to order some more of those martinets."

They both laughed. Barbara suddenly looked serious. "Er,
Marjorie, you know, it's only a suggestion, but.." Her friend
chuckled. "Yes?" "Well, I was just wondering if you might like to
take Bertie for a while, you know, just to assess him, see what
you think, that sort of thing."

Marjorie felt the room spin. The tingling between her legs
started again. She saw her hand tremble and put down her tea
quickly. "I..er..well, I suppose so" she answered. She felt
herself blush and Barbara laughed. Marjorie coughed to cover her
embarrassment. "Well, I do think it would be nice for Jamie to
have someone with him" she continued. "I don't think having
another boy around would be too much of a problem. When do you
think he could come over?" Barbara thought for a few seconds.
"Tomorrow would be best. Our caretaker is going away for a few
days and I think he drives quite close to here. I can ask him to
give Bertie a lift if you like."

Marjorie closed her eyes for a second. Two boys together! She
felt her heart beating fast and tried to calm herself down.
"I'll make sure his bag is packed tomorrow morning then."
Barbara's voice snapped her out of her daydream. Marjorie nodded,
then smiled. "Actually, he won't need a lot while he's here. Did
you see the small suitcase Joyce gave me? She packed far too much
for Jamie. Teashirts, shorts…." She saw the look in her friend's
eye and laughed. Oh yes, those shorts!

"Yes, you're right" said Barbara. "It will be nice for them to be
dressed the same way." She suddenly remembered something. "Oh,
and did you decide on how you wanted to keep Jamie dressed while
he's here? Joyce mentioned that perhaps…" Marjorie nodded. "Yes,
she suggested that he shouldn't be allowed to wear his shorts
while he's here. I have to say, I tend to agree. It would be a
good lesson for the lad! But…" She shook her head. "I think I'll
allow him to wear his shorts in the morning, but have him remove
them after lunch. I don't want him embarrassing Mrs Beal when
she's working." Barabara raised her eyebrows. "Mrs Beal?" "Oh, we
have a lady who comes in for three hours every morning to clean
the house. She does a lot in the kitchen as well, preparing meals
for the rest of the day. I don't know what I'd do without her."
Barbara grinned. "Yes, I can understand. I think you're quite
right too." She scratched her nose. "What about Bertie though?"
She looked at her friend, a gleam in her eye. "I think that it
may be a good idea for both the boys to be treated in the same
way, wouldn't it? It certainly won't do Bertie any harm to learn
a bit of humility!"

The tingling grew stronger. Marjorie gripped the side of the
armchair. "Excellent idea! You're right Barbara. Far easier to
treat them both the same."

"Good. I'll explain everything to Bertie tomorrow morning."
Barabara laughed. "I can't wait to see the look on his face. Mind
you, it serves him right. The boy needs plenty of discipline!
Which reminds me.." She looked at Marjorie, a slight smile on her
lips. "Joyce mentioned that it was you who gave her the idea
about milking Jamie to help him concentrate on his schoolwork. I
wasn't really sure about that at first, but I have to admit, I am
starting to see the logic behind it."

Marjorie looked relieved. "I'm so glad you approve" she said
happily. "I knew that it may seem a bit excessive to some people,
but Joyce was very pleased with the results. Jamie is at an age
when certain er, urges are becoming very intense. We simply
control these urges, allowing him to concentrate on his work."
"Yes, absolutely." Barbara finished her tea. "Actually, to be
totally honest with you, I realise now that this is exactly what
Bertie needs. Would that be okay?"

Marjorie felt her heart miss a beat. She gazed at her friend in
astonishment. Was she doing this on purpose? She took a deep
breath, anxious to hide her excitement. "Y…yes, of course. I'm
sure it would be most beneficial for him."

Barbara laughed. "Good, I am pleased! Only, knowing Bertie, once
a day may not be enough. Dirty little boy!"

"Hmm, actually, that's what I said to Joyce before we left" said
Marjorie, the tingling now almost unbearable. "Rather
interesting. She thinks that milking Jamie a few times a day not
only helps him with his work, but it helps him learn self-control
as well. Oh, and it's not just a case of getting it over with a
quickly as possible. The boy has to wait until he has permission.
She certainly doesn't mess around does she!"

"Well, I guess that's why John's making her Headmistress" replied
Barbara. They laughed and Marjorie wiped her eyes. She looked at
her friend and thought about her plans for the next week. Oh yes,
she'd definitely be milking the boys more than once a day. Much
more!

A movement caught her eyes. Jamie appeared at the door looking
rather sheepish, his face bright red with embarrassment. "Come in
Jamie". Marjorie smiled at him. "I've poured you a nice glass of
cold milk. Sit on this little stool here next to me." They
watched the young boy walk over to them, clad only in a teashirt
and short ankle socks. Marjorie shook her head. He had both hands
clasped together in front of him, hiding his privates. What a
silly boy! For the moment she decided not to say anything.

"Here, hold it carefully" she said, holding the glass up to him.
"Both hands please." Jamie had no choice but to take the glass
from her, thus revealing his little privates to the gaze of the
women. Barbara saw with some surprise that there wasn't a single
mark on his buttocks or thighs from his earlier session with the
martinet. She sighed. Joyce was really being too soft with the
child! Jamie sat on the small stool and drank his milk while the
women chatted.

"Finished?" He proffered the empty glass to Miss Stenton. She
placed it on the table and looked at Barbara. "Sorry, I just
realised the time. You're going to be so late getting back." She
glanced at her watch. "Oh, I must get Jamie something to eat. I
want him to have a bath and go to bed early tonight."

She turned to the boy and lowered her voice. "Now then young man,
I'm sure you remember what Miss Turner said before we left. Shall
we get it over with now, or wait until the girls come back?" Only
Barbara noticed the hint of a smile on her face. Jamie squirmed
and looked at the ground. "Now, please miss?" He bit his lip. At
least it would only be in front of the lady teachers, he thought,
trying not to cry. After all, he was used to Miss Turner and even
Miss Stenton seeing him like this. And after all, Miss Richards
was a teacher, wasn't she? The thought of two young girls seeing
him…like that!

"Well, perhaps you can go and bring the martinet here then. I
think you left it on the table in the hall. Oh, and can you bring
that long parcel as well? Good boy!" They watched him leave the
room, his cheeky pert buttocks receiving admiring looks. He
returned in a few seconds and handed Miss Stenton the martinet
and package she'd asked for.

"Jamie, can you remind us why Miss Turner decided to punish you?"
asked Marjorie, running her finger along the leather cords. "No
Jamie, hands by your sides please!" Jamie looked at the ground,
clearly wishing it would swallow him. "Well?"

"Because I..er..I .. I mean, my milk went on Miss Richards'
dress." The redness from his embarrassment seemed to spread down
his neck. "Sorry miss." Marjorie saw her friend stifle a laugh.
She liked that word. Milk sounded much nicer than semen.

"In fact Jamie, Miss Turner decided on two punishments, if you
remember. The martinet is for your unacceptable lack of self
control while being examined – something I may add, we will be
looking at very closely while you're here." She picked up the
martinet by its short wooden handle and looked at it.

"The second punishment was for ruining Miss Richards' dress." She
glanced at Barbara, who, at that moment, had her eyes fixed on
the boy's bottom. "Miss Richards will choose how you are to be
punished for that. However, I think we should continue with what
Miss Turner started." She pointed to the armchair close to where
her friend was sitting. "Could you get into position, please
Jamie?"

The boy looked round and seemed to resign himself to his fate.
Slowly, he lay down and adjusted his position in the same way as
he'd done only a few hours previously.

The women rose and surveyed the young boy with obvious pleasure.
"Pull you legs further over your head please Jamie" ordered
Marjorie, conscious of her voice wobbling. She took a deep
breath. After all, he was in her house now. She was no longer
just the spectator. Barbara glanced at her. Marjorie licked her
lips. "Legs apart Jamie. Come on, wide open!"

For the second time within a few hours, the boy presented his
most personal places to the women's eyes, in the most humiliating
position possible. Even Barbara could not hide her delight. "His
bottom needs raising a little, don't you think?" she whispered.
Marjorie took a cushion and slipped it between the edge of the
armchair and Jamie's hips.

The heady aroma of the young boy's private parts reached her
nostrils and she closed her eyes. This was pure bliss! She
gripped the martinet and surveyed the scene before her. Of
course, she had no intention of punishing the boy too severely at
this stage. Oh no, she had to keep his bottom nice and fresh for
the cane.

"I think Miss Turner was right, you know" she said to Barbara
after a few seconds. "He should have all of his penis exposed
during punishment!" Surprising even herself, she reached down and
gently pulled the boy's foreskin back, uncovering his delicate
bulbous glans. The little blue head appeared as if woken from a
deep sleep. She put her finger to her lips, cutting off the
squeal of indignation that Jamie had been about to make. "Quiet
please!"

"Well young man, the sooner we get this over with, the faster
Miss Richards can get the next part of your punishment out of the
way. She's already late and we don't want to waste any more
time." She raised the martinet. Jamie squealed in pain as the
thin cords caught the very tip of his small willy. He'd been
expecting Miss Stenton to aim for his bottom. For a second, his
legs almost fell as his hands momentarily released their grip on
his ankles. "Owww, please miss, not there miss!"

Marjorie smiled. "Now then Jamie, behave yourself please. Keep
still, or I may have to add extra!" The next few lashes fell
across the boy's scrotum. Jamie burst into tears. Miss Turner had
only punished him there if he hadn't kept still. Miss Stenton
seemed to be aiming deliberately at his privates.

The next two landed deep between his spread buttocks, directly on
his twitching anus. Jamie sobbed. It felt so sore! The last one
caught him once again across his penis and balls.

Marjorie glanced round at her friend. Barbara was staring at the
boy's writhing, her mouth wide open and face flushed. She looked
at Marjorie. "Very nice…oh yes, very nice!"

"Okay Jamie, this bit is all over now. Don't be silly. It wasn't
that bad. Just stay still while I sort you out." To Barbara's
surprise and to Jamie's added embarrassment, she took a small jar
from her handbag and began to apply cream to the places where the
cords had struck. If Jamie noticed that her hands seemed to go to
spots where had never felt the lash of the thin cords, he didn't
say, his attention being taken up by the embarrassing but rather
exciting things her hands where doing to him.

Barbara looked on as her friend's hands moved gently between the
boy's legs, one finger stroking the tip of his willy while the
other massaged cream over his hot little anus, occasionally
probing a little bit inside. A slight feeling of envy came and
went. After all, she thought, she'd be back at the school in a
few hours. She wondered how many boys would be feeling the sting
of her cane later. Hmm, quite a few. She'd make sure of that!

"Good boy. Now just stay in position while the cream soaks in
properly. No Jamie, don't move!" Marjorie straightened up and
turned so the boy wouldn't see her smile. Her gentle caresses had
resulted, as she'd known they would, in giving Jamie quite a
large erection.

"Well, what do you think Miss Richards?" she asked, turning to
her friend. "Didn't he make a fuss? Silly boy!" Barbara examined
the boy's privates and nodded. "Yes, hardly a mark to be seen.
Even here.." She reached down and drew her finger along the
length of Jamie's erect penis, making the boy jump.

"So did you see what Joyce gave me?" Marjorie walked to the table
and picked up the package. Quickly unwrapping the brown paper,
she revealed three traditional looking canes with crooked
handles. Barbara took one from her and examined it. "Oh yes, very
well made. But it feels slightly different from the canes we use
at school." She bent it almost double. "It's slightly more
flexible, and a little lighter I think." Marjorie nodded. "Yes.
She found a small shop in Soho that supplies them. They're
excellent. The wood is treated to make it softer so it won't
bruise the skin nearly as much as a normal school cane. It still
stings though!" She laughed. "If you like, you could try one
out." Barbara looked at the boy, still in position on the
armchair. It certainly was tempting, but… She checked the time.

"Actually Marjorie, I'd love to but I really have to be going. By
the time I get back to school, it'll be the boys' bedtime and
there are a few little things I have to do." She couldn't stop
herself from smiling as she said this. Marjorie understood
perfectly.

She turned and looked at the boy. "Okay, you may stand up now
Jamie." They watched him extricate himself from the soft leather
armchair. Marjorie was pleased to observe that he kept his hands
by his sides. The boy was learning.

"Well Jamie," she said, brushing a wisp of hair out of his eyes.
"Miss Richards won't have time to deal with you tonight. She has
to leave now." They walked out to the hall. Barbara took her
jacket and opened the door. "Perhaps you'd be kind enough to deal
with him yourself" she said, rummaging for her car keys. "I had
planned to give him six strokes of the cane. Is that okay?"
Marjorie held the door open. "Yes of course. I'll see to it
immediately. Have a nice drive back Barbara."

She shut the door and turned to Jamie. How cute he looked with
that tight teashirt! His little freckled nose twitched. He'd
heard of course. She could tell. His penis had shrunk and was
looking decidedly sorry for itself. "Right young man, We're both
ravenous so let's not waste any more time. I'll just pop to the
kitchen and check everything's okay. You can go and wait for me
in the living room. I won't be long."

She suddenly had a thought and turned. "Oh Jamie, I tell you
what. I left three canes on the table. I'll let you choose which
one I should use!"

Jamie pulled the covers up to his chin and rolled over onto his
left side. So sleepy! He stretched out his arm. He'd never slept
in such a huge bed before. This was great! So comfortable. He
yawned and thought about the events of the last few hours.

He'd been scared at first when Miss Stenton had taken the cane
he'd chosen. She'd spent so long in getting him in position. For
goodness sake, how could he stick his bum up any higher? Oh and
having his foreskin pulled back yet again! Why had she insisted
on that? Something about not leaving anything covered up? She'd
actually checked it twice during the punishment. Strange! Yet in
fact, the actual caning hadn't been too bad. It had stung like
crazy, but he hadn't cried! Miss Stenton had even commented on
how well he'd taken it. The last month or so with Miss Turner had
probably helped. Jamie smiled sleepily. The meal had been great!
He hadn't realised how hungry he was until he'd sat down, his
backside still throbbing. Oh and Miss Stenton had been quite
pleasant. No surprise though. Miss Turner had been the same. One
minute beating his bottom, the next minute acting as though it
had never happened. Were all teachers like that, he wondered?
Probably.

As usual, he'd been terribly embarrassed in the bath, but only
for a minute or so. He'd got so used to having his private parts
examined that he hadn't even flinched when she washed them.
Having his bottom washed had been a little strange. He was sure
that Miss Turner had never spent that long cleaning inside his
bottom hole, though the effect had been the same. He'd felt so
awful when his willy went hard in front of her. Standing up in
the bath made it pretty difficult not to notice and he'd felt his
cheeks burning with shame. Miss Stenton had just shaken her head
and called him a 'naughty boy'. The pat she gave him on his
bottom had been light.

He turned again and put his arms around his pillow, hugging it
hard. The lady's behaviour in the bathroom had been quite similar
to that of Miss Turner, but it had been a little different in his
bedroom. She spent less time drying him and seemed in a hurry to
finish, then, rather than allow him to put his pyjamas on, she'd
made him stand in front of her, holding his hands in hers. At
first he hadn't understood, and she'd had to repeat herself.
"While you're here Jamie, you will be milked at least three times
a day. In the morning, after lunch, then just before bed.
Sometimes, more. I discussed this with Miss Turner and that's
what we decided." She paused. "I consider these sessions
extremely important Jamie, and I expect full cooperation. I must
warn you that any lack of effort will be punished most severely!"

It wasn't fair. She'd not even allowed him to say a word. In fact
he had been going to remind her that he'd already been milked a
few times during the day, but remembering the circumstances of
his second 'spurt', wisely held his tongue.

Any ideas he had of saying anything at all vanished in the next
few seconds. All feelings of embarrassment he had were completely
overshadowed by the attention his private places suddenly found
themselves receiving. Miss Stenton not only seemed to know where
his sensitive places were, she knew exactly what to do with them.
Turned to one side and his hands on his head, Jamie felt the
teacher's long fingers circle his scrotum while another finger
slid between his buttocks and gently eased its way deep into his
hot little anus.

Marjorie closed her eyes for a second and savoured the delicious
feeling of having complete control over the young boy's sexual
organs. She took a few deep breaths before speaking. "When I milk
you Jamie, I expect complete obedience at all times. You will
learn to let your milk out only when I say so. Miss Turner made
you ask permission, but I will tell you when I am ready, not when
you are ready! I hope you understand?" She squeezed his penis,
noting with satisfaction how it had already lengthened and
stiffened within less than a minute. Young boys… amazing!

She saw Jamie's eyelids flutter. Time to put him to the test.
"I'm going to count down from thirty Jamie, and when I reach
zero, you will show me how much milk you can make. Exactly when I
reach zero, Jamie. A few seconds late and you'll feel the
martinet on your bottom. A second before and you'll feel it
exactly where my hand is now!" She gripped his throbbing penis
just behind the glans and started to gently rub very slowly,
pulling his foreskin back and forth. "Then of course, we have to
start all over again!"

Jamie heard her and understood but at that particular second, his
whole attention was fixed on the most amazing sensations coming
from somewhere deep inside his bottom and in his willy. Whatever
Miss Stenton was actually doing, he didn't know or really care,
as long as she didn't stop.

"Thirty, twenty nine, twenty eight…" She saw the look in his eyes
and bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. Oh, he was close,
very close!

Jamie felt the electricity build up. Yes, oh yes…it was coming…
He heard Miss Stenton counting. "Fifteen, fourteen…" No, no, not
now! Had to wait…must wait until…

"Five, four, three, two…"

She felt the boy's anus contract and pressed hard against his
prostate. With her thumb and forefinger, she massaged his penis
and used her other fingers to tease his little balls. First one,
then a second drop of semen shot across the room, landing on the
thick carpet and glistening in the light like two bright pearls.
Marjorie felt ecstatic. But… She frowned. Can't have his milk
shooting all over the place like this! What a mess! She'd really
have to think of something more… An idea entered her head. Yes,
of course!

The boy's legs trembled and she gently coaxed the last drop out
of his exhausted manhood, now already shrinking in size. Poor boy
must be exhausted! A quick kiss on the cheek, a clean tight
teashirt pulled over his head and then straight into bed. He
asked about his pyjamas. "No Jamie, you wear shorts only in the
morning. The rest of the time, nothing. No, not even at night."
She kissed him again and switched off the light. He looked so
very sleepy! "Sleep well!"

Downstairs she poured herself a large vodka and drained it one
gulp. A second followed, closely followed by a third. Must phone
Joyce, she thought. She yawned and looked at the time. The girls
should be home in thirty minutes or so. Just give her a quick
ring.

The car drew up outside the large iron gates and stopped. Mrs
Hadley looked over her shoulder at the girls in the back and
laughed. "Sure you don't want me to wait?" she asked Christine.
The girl shook her head and opened the door. "No, it's okay,
really it is. Besides.." She grinned at her little sister getting
out the other side. "We want to surprise Mummy. She thought we
were walking back." Mrs Hadley nodded. "Okay then. Give my
regards to your mother. Oh, did you enjoy yourselves?" Christine
took one of the balloons from her sister and shook her head in
exasperation as the young girl crammed another handful of sweets
into her mouth. "Oh yes thank you. It was a great party. Thank
you very much Mrs Hadley."

The two girls waved as the car sped away, then climbed over the
gate, taking care not to rip their thin skirts. Elizabeth jumped
down and giggled. "Mummy will have such a surprise, won't she?"
She shoved a bright red sweet in her mouth. Christine sighed. She
loved her little sister dearly, but when Lizzie had sweets, she
eat like a little pig. "Lizzie, will you stop eating those things
so quickly!" she exclaimed. "They'll rot your teeth..and make you
sick!" "No they won't" answered Lizzie cheerily. "They never do.
You know that!"

They walked quietly to the front door. Christine heard her mother
and put her finger to her lips. "Ssshh!" Very slowly, she turned
the handle and slipped inside, followed by Lizzie, eyes wide and
a big grin on her face.

Their mother was on the telephone. They could hear her voice, a
little louder than usual. Since the telephone was placed around
the corner, close to the kitchen door, they couldn't be seen.
Christine was just about to announce their arrival when her ears
pricked up and she froze. Elizabeth did likewise. They listened
to their mother's conversation. Elizabeth understood only a
little, but, seeing her sister's expression, she wisely kept
quiet.

"Yes Joyce, I did as you said, kept him holding his legs up while
I whipped his little privates…oh it must have stung…what? Oh
yes….so embarrassed…foreskin right back….What? oh the canes,
yes…marvellous…six strokes…milked him just before bed..spurted
all over the place! Oh, absolutely..so important to control his
sexual urges…What? Yes, and guess what…Barbara is sending another
boy to stay tomorrow.. Bertie…yes…yes… yes….his penis is .… oh
you know?.. enormous she said! Treat him exactly like Jamie…. Of
course..What? Yes! Oh, and I have to tell you what I have in
mind..…

Christine listened, her mouth wide open. A few times, her sister
tugged her sleeve, anxious to understand what on earth her mother
was talking about, but she silenced her with a stare that only
sisters can understand.

Elizabeth, despite trying very hard, didn't understand
everything, but she could sense from the way her sister shivered,
that somehow, it was going to a lot of fun. Again she tried to
get her sister's attention, but was pushed away. Christine was
thinking fast. Despite her relatively young age – fourteen didn't
seem young to her – she'd tried very hard for the past month to
appear much older and wiser than she felt. So far it had worked
very well indeed. Long serious discussions with her mother had
led to her being awarded levels of responsibility she'd never
dreamt of a few months ago.

This had culminated in her actually being allowed to teach, bath
and cane her mother's private pupil on the bare bottom, something
she still could hardly believe, and the memories of which, for
the past week, had made her look forward to bedtime, when she
could explore those images while giving herself the most
exquisite orgasm.

As she listened, her look of incredulity faded and was replaced
with a broad smile. Elizabeth saw the look in her sister's eyes
and grinned. "It's all about Jamie isn't it?" Christine nodded,
her eyes glistening with excitement. She grabbed her little
sister's shoulder. "Lizzie, listen to me. Yes, she's talking to
Miss Turner about Jamie. Not only that, but there's another boy
coming tomorrow. His name's Bertie." She was going to say a lot
more, but wisely decided to be economical with the truth. "Anyway
Lizzie, we have to pretend that we haven't heard. Understand?"

Elizabeth did understand. The many painful sessions she'd had
over her mother's lap with a large slipper had taught her to
think carefully before opening her mouth.

Her little sister looked at her mischievously. "Will we be able
to look at their bottoms and willies?" she asked, excitedly.
Christine couldn't stop herself from grinning. She looked at her
little sister affectionately. Yes, she was a pain at times, but
at least she could be trusted to keep secrets. "Oh Lizzie,
really!" She licked her lips. "Yes Lizzie, we'll play with their
willies, spank their bottoms and do whatever we want with them.
They're just little boys. Silly, dirty little boys!"

She looked round the corner. Her mother was almost finished. She
felt her sleeve being tugged. Elizabeth was giggling. "Who do you
think will have the biggest willy, Jamie or Bertie?" Christine
tried to look serious, but had to bite her lip to stop herself
from laughing out loud. She lowered her head and whispered very
softly. "We'll soon find out, wont we?"