JAMIE

BY TOMMY

Part 9

"Jamie…Jamie!" He opened his eyes and saw Miss Stenton grinning
down at him. "Well, you did sleep well didn't you!" She drew back
the curtains letting the sun's rays stream into the room. "It's
eight o'clock and I'd like you to start your studies before nine
thirty. Come on young man, up you get!" Jamie had forgotten that
he was wearing only a teashirt but was quickly reminded as his
lower torso felt the cool morning air. "Hey, none of that
please!" she said in a low voice. Sheepishly, he removed his
hands from where they had instinctively moved.

"Right, go to the bathroom and have a quick wash while I sort
your clothes out. Hurry up Jamie!" She watched the lad scurry out
of the door and started sorting through all things that Joyce had
packed for him.

It was only when he was outside the room that he remembered about
the girls. Quickly, he slid along the corridor to the bathroom,
his hands held strategically in front of him. The bathroom was
free and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Marjorie smiled as he entered the bedroom. She pointed to the
shorts and teashirt on the chair. "You can wear these today
Jamie." She looked out of the window. "What a beautiful day. I do
hope it stays like this."

Shutting the door, she sat down of the bed. "Here please!" Jamie
walked and stood in front of her. Wasn't he supposed to be
getting dressed. Miss Stenton laughed at his puzzled look. "Don't
you remember what I said yesterday Jamie? While you're here I
want you to concentrate on your work and ensure that you do not
indulge in any disgusting self-abuse. Regular milking is the best
way to do this. It's good for your own self-discipline as well."
Jamie jumped as her fingers cradled his firm testicles.
But..but..so soon? It wasn't fair. He…

"No Jamie, no talking please" she ordered as he started to speak.
"Besides, I'm not interested in what you have to say. Just be a
good obedient little boy!" Suddenly she let go of him and stood
up. "Oh, I almost forgot. Don't move!" From the chair she brought
a white bath towel and placed it carefully on the carpet about
three feet away from where Jamie was standing. "There, that's
better" she said, sitting down. Her fingers resumed their gentle
caresses of the boy's privates. With her other hand, she opened
the lid of a small jar of cream placed on the bedside table and
dipped her fingers in before sliding her hand deep between his
pert buttocks. She nodded at the towel. "That's so you don't
spurt on the carpet Jamie" She felt his soft manhood start to
stiffen. "When your milk shoots out, I want you to make sure that
it all goes on the towel. If I see any go on the carpet, I shall
punish you appropriately" Jamie wasn't exactly sure what she
meant by 'appropriately', but he had a good idea that it involved
his privates.

Marjorie chuckled to herself quietly. Clearly the boy had only
limited control over where his semen landed, but it would do
wonders for his efforts at self-control, not to mention the
considerable pleasure she'd gain from whipping his cheeky little
balls and penis occasionally. How she enjoyed that! Oh yes, she'd
be making certain he missed the towel!

Jamie's penis felt like a rod of steel. As usual, she was amazed
at how such a small sweet looking little willy could increase in
size so much. Really, he was getting a very big boy! Slowly she
counted down from thirty, her fingers expertly bringing the boy
to orgasm.

Exactly on zero, she felt him shake and watched with satisfaction
as a drop of semen landed exactly in the middle of the towel. A
second drop followed soon after, falling however, a few inches
away from the closest edge.

"Oh really Jamie, look what you've done!" She quickly wiped his
pulsating manhood with a tissue, then cleaned the offending drop
from the carpet. "Okay young man, let's get it down shall we?"
she ordered, gently tapping the tip of his penis. "I will deal
with you later in the schoolroom. Right now it's time for
breakfast. I'm sure you must be hungry. Get those clothes on and
come down!"

Opening the door, she heard the patter of footsteps along the
corridor. She shook her head. Lizzie had probably been listening.
Naughty girl! Still…She grinned. After all, she'd have done the
same at her age.

Lizzie stood behind her bedroom door not daring to breath. She
heard her mother go downstairs and giggled. What would mummy do
if she knew that she'd been looking through the keyhole? Hmm,
silly question. One very sore bottom and the rest of the day in
her room no doubt! She couldn't believe what she'd seen. Just
wait till she told Christine about Jamie being milked!

Breakfast in the Stenton household was a dignified affair and
Marjorie was pleased to observe that Jamie had impeccable table
manners, helped no doubt by his stay with Joyce. Christine
greeted him politely but apart from a few words, was more
interested in her conversation with her mother. Marjorie called
Lizzie down and put some more toast on the table.

"Well Christine, if your headmistress says so, I don't see why
not, but honestly, we haven't even opened the school yet." Her
daughter nodded slowly, sipping her tea, doing all she could to
appear mature and level headed. "Yes mummy, of course, but
assuming it will be running by Christmas, do you think it would
be possible?"

Marjorie gazed at her eldest daughter and smiled. She had grown
up so quickly. "I know your school allows periods of work
experience when you reach fourteen, but they usually mean around
June time. Are you sure you'd be allowed a few weeks off before
Christmas?" Christine nodded. "Oh yes. But only if it's organised
by the parents."

Her mother looked at her daughter approvingly. "Well, we'd
certainly be glad of the extra help and no doubt it would look
good on your resume in the future." She gazed out of the window
at the large expansive garden. "Are you sure you can handle a
dormitory full of excited little boys?" she asked jokingly. The
thought made her tingle in a very private place and she looked at
Jamie, munching his toast and occasionally wriggling as his thin
tight shorts worked their way deep between his buttocks.

"Oh mummy, of course!" laughed Christine. She squirmed slightly
on her chair, her own tingling twice as intense as her mother's.
Her mother had already told the girls about Bertie and she
changed the subject. "So mummy, are you going to teach Bertie and
Jamie together?" she asked, watching her little sister dropping
crumbs everywhere. "Yes, I think so. Bertie is a little younger,
but less than a year in fact. I think it will be nice to teach
them together."

Christine nodded. "I looked at that book you leant me, you know,
about the education syllabus they use in the local schools. There
was a really interesting bit about how to teach maths to eleven
and twelve year olds. I think it would be a good idea to make
them draw charts showing fractions with decimals and then write…"
Her mother held up her hand and laughed. "Okay, okay Christine, I
can see you're taking this all very seriously. Yes, I'll have a
word with your headmistress and I'll see what I can do for
Christmas."

She looked at Lizzie and Jamie. "Meanwhile you're going to be
such a help for me, you know! I'm afraid that I'm going to be
away rather a lot over the next few months. I have a meeting with
John Slack tomorrow down in London, then numerous trips all over
the places." She wiped her brow. "Sometimes I wonder if I should
have agreed to his idea. Such a lot to do!"

Her daughter jumped off her stool and gave her a hug. "Oh don't
be silly mummy. You'll be alright. You'll have all your old
friends with you, you said so yourself. Oh, and don't worry about
the boys." She winked. "Lizzie and I can handle them!"

Marjorie laughed and kissed her daughter tenderly. She gazed at
her affectionately and winked back. An unspoken message seemed to
pass between them. Oh yes, she thought. Her girls would soon have
those boys well in hand!

Jamie scratched his nose again and peered down at the page of
text he was supposed to be copying. Silly idea wasn't it, making
him write all this out? Supposed to be good for his handwriting,
Miss Stenton had said. How many pages? Up to the end of the
chapter which was…twelve. Twelve! He groaned quietly. His hand
was already aching. It wasn't fair. Miss Stenton always spoke so
nicely to him, but she seemed to be even stricter than Miss
Turner. Twelve pages to copy, in his best handwriting, and before
eleven o'clock. He looked at the clock on the wall. Already ten
fifteen! What if he didn't finish on time? Would she punish him?
His buttocks twitched. These shorts! Why couldn't he wear
underpants underneath them? Mind you, they were so tight,
probably wouldn't be any room for underpants! Of course no use
asking. In any case, he'd have to get used to them for the new
school. All the other boys would be wearing them as well. Miss
Stenton had already explained all this. Why was it healthier not
to wear underpants?

He looked at the large teacher's desk in front of the blackboard
where Miss Stenton was sitting. She was reading through a pile of
papers. He recognised those. Weren't they the…? Oh no, those…the
punishment sheets! His heart sank. Miss Turner must have given
them to her. She saw him looking up and smiled for a second
before resuming her reading. Jamie blushed. The talk she'd given
him after breakfast had been so embarrassing. All about his
privates, and learning self- control. The talk had culminated in
the moment he'd been dreading, the 'appropriate' punishment for
having shot some of his milk on the carpet instead of the towel.
To his relief she had not immediately reached for the martinet
but had stroked his cheek and laughed. No, she was not going to
use the martinet for this particular offence. Besides, use of the
martinet would be restricted to the evening.

Jamie's feeling of relief had been cut short however when she'd
taken a thin plastic ruler from her desk drawer. She had tapped
the bulge in his shorts and explained her decision. Three slaps
with the ruler now, or an extra milking session in the afternoon
where he would be able to demonstrate to her that he had improved
his self-control. Of course, failure in that session would result
in six slaps – or more, if he also failed at lunchtime. Where the
slaps were to be given was never actually said, but the rhythmic
tapping of the ruler on his bulge made sure that Jamie understood
perfectly.

Had he chosen correctly? Surely an extra milking session was
better than having his willy slapped? At least it gave him
another chance. He gripped the pen and carried on writing. Thank
goodness those girls hadn't been anywhere around! Christine sat
in the garden a large book open in front of her. She occasionally
glanced over to where Lizzie was cleaning out the rabbit cage.
Horrible smelly things. She closed her eyes and grinned. She
almost hadn't believed Lizzie when she'd heard about Jamie's
'milking' – was that what she'd called it? But her sister
couldn't have made it up. Perhaps she'd misunderstood. Well,
anyway she was right. She knew that much. Besides, it made sense
with what she'd heard last night. Her mother had mentioned it a
few times in her conversation with Miss Turner.

She chuckled. For years the creaky floorboards upstairs had
proved a most reliable way of detecting the arrival of someone at
her bedroom long before they entered. The floorboards outside the
schoolroom were particularly bad. Poor mother! The girls had
discovered years ago, in the way that children often do, that
these unseen 'traps' could be easily avoided if one just tiptoed
along the edge.

She shook her head in amazement. Her mother's talk with Jamie had
been most..well.. interesting. Her smile grew broader.

"Oh Jamie, I am disappointed in you. This handwriting is
terrible. Plus, you haven't copied the last page. What on earth
have you been doing?" Miss Stenton held Jamie's exercise book in
her hand and looked down at the cute freckle faced boy before
her. He fidgeted. "But miss, I didn't have time to finish it all"
explained Jamie, looking first at the book, then at the ground.

"Hmm, I'm afraid I don't agree" said Miss Stenton, placing the
book on her desk. "If you hadn't spent so much time daydreaming
and looking out of the window, you would have finished long ago."
Jamie swallowed nervously. In a way, she was right, and he knew
it. He saw her pick up one of his punishment cards and his heart
sank. Why, oh why had he been so naughty all that time ago? If
only he'd known…. Miss Stenton smiled and sat down on her chair.
"Okay Jamie, come on." She opened her drawer and took out a heavy
plastic hairbrush. "You know that you deserve a sore bottom for
this, and since I'm feeling generous this morning I'm going to
use this opportunity to get rid of one of Miss Turner's
punishment cards at the same time." Jamie saw her take a card
from the pile, look at it briefly, then tear it in pieces and
throw it in the small wicker basket near her desk. As though in a
dream, he looked at the basket, then the hairbrush, then at Miss
Stenton.

"Well?" She looked at the young boy, her expression now serious.
"If I don't see a certain boy's bare bottom across my lap in
about two seconds, I think I may have to increase the punishment.
What do you think Jamie?"

Her heart pounded as the young boy blushed, then, lowering his
shorts to his ankles, slid across her knees and grasped the chair
legs on the other side. He suddenly realised about the hairbrush.
Apart from her hand, Miss Turner had always used her hand, a gym
shoe or a cane. He tried not to think about the martinet…

"Just a quick warm up I think" He felt her hand stroking his
bottom, then …slap! Slap!…. They weren't particularly painful,
but Jamie felt a huge difference between the way in which Miss
Stenton spanked him and the way to which he'd become accustomed
at Miss Turner's house. His schoolteacher had spanked rather
fast- albeit with occasional pauses. Miss Stenton clearly enjoyed
taking her time. Her fingers roamed everywhere as if exploring
new territory, sliding down his left buttock and up the right,
down along the crease and further to his white thighs. A finger
slid between them and Jamie gasped as it teased the back of his
scrotum.

"Right young man, I'm going to give you twelve with the hairbrush
now. I want you to keep absolutely still. Any wriggling or crying
automatically results in extra punishment." She adjusted his
position slightly and he felt the hairbrush tap his right
buttock. Then nothing for about ten seconds. Slap!! Jamie opened
his mouth in a silent scream as the pain registered. This was
awful! Having got used to the feel of the slipper or cane, he was
unprepared for the different much sharper and immediate sting
that a plastic hairbrush imparts. Miss Stenton waited at least
ten seconds between each slap and gave the poor lad no clue where
each was aimed.

"Good boy, only another six to go" She gazed down at the boy's
reddened bottom and shivered with delight. A hard slap across the
back of his leg elicited a sharp squeal and she shook her head
disapprovingly. "Tut tut Jamie, I said silence. That's an extra
one added." Jamie bit his lip and closed his eyes as tight as he
could. Please let it finish, please! It was so painful! Even
worse than the caning he'd received the previous evening.

"Okay, all over. Come on, up you get." She looked up at the boy's
face and smiled. "Did it sting a lot?" she asked, wiping a tear
from his cheek. Jamie nodded and sniffed, his hands holding his
red hot bottom. "Yes miss." She grinned. "Good, it was meant to
sting! No more daydreaming, okay?" Jamie swallowed. "Yes miss, I
mean no miss…thank you miss."

"Oh, and I completely forgot about uncovering this" said Miss
Stenton reaching between his legs. Jamie squirmed with
embarrassment as her fingers pulled his foreskin right back. Why
did she do this? It was just so awful? "There, I do prefer it
uncovered during punishment, plus, it helps your foreskin from
becoming too tight."

She stood up and pointed to his desk. "Right Jamie, pull your
shorts back up and sit down. We've got another hour before lunch.
You can open your maths book at page fifty one and start the
exercises please." She tapped the hairbrush sharply into the palm
of her hand and grinned. "This time, no daydreaming!"

In the kitchen, Mrs Beal closed the door of the fridge and wiped
her hands on her large flowery apron. A large cheerful woman, she
took great pride in her work and had been working for the
Stentons for almost ten years. "Tell your mother to heat up the
gravy when she needs it" she said to Christine, watching the
young girl lay the table. "Everything else is ready. Your
supper's in the fridge for later. I've cleaned the rooms
downstairs..oh, and two bedrooms." She took off her apron and
hung it up behind the door. "I'd better be going now."
Christine walked with her to the front door and waved goodbye.
She was just closing the door when a car arrived, the sound of
its tyres on the gravel drive heralding its presence even before
she saw it. An elderly man got out, scratched his head and looked
around him. "This the Stenton household?" he asked. Christine
nodded. "Yes. You've brought Bertie from the school I suppose.
Miss Richards told us he'd be arriving this morning."

She smiled demurely and stood up straight, hoping that she looked
rather older than her fourteen years. "Come on, out you get"
ordered the man, opening the rear door. "I haven't got all day!"

Christine's eyes widened as she surveyed the small figure that
stepped out of the car. An inch shorter than Jamie perhaps, large
brown eyes that stared around him under a rather long curly
fringe. Not just shorter, thought Christine. A bit fatter as
well.

The boy saw Christine and walked to her, carrying a small brown
suitcase. He stopped and addressed her in a shy voice, though she
saw his eyes shining and looking around with a hint of
cheekiness.

"Please miss, I'm Bertie. Miss Richards said that…" Christine
nodded. "Yes, we've been expecting you" she said in what she
thought a rather grown-up voice. She waved to the man, already
getting into his car. "Thank you so much. I do hope you have a
pleasant journey home." The man looked at her for a second, then
touched his hat. "Thank you miss. Good day to you."

She looked down at the boy and saw him gazing at her intently.
What an irritating little boy, she thought. "Come on then" she
ordered, walking inside. "We have lots to do today."
Arriving in the hall, she stopped and took the boy's school cap
and his suitcase. "Are you hungry Bertie?" she asked, putting his
case to one side. "Oh yes miss, I could eat a horse. No, two
horses!" he answered, giggling. Seeing her serious expression, he
looked at the floor. "Sorry miss!"

Christine smiled. The boy had accepted her as an adult. She
enjoyed the feeling of authority. "Well Bertie, I do believe that
lunch is almost ready, so I'll just take you up to see Miss
Stenton, then I think we'll be eating. Come along."

She looked him up and down. Although the boy's shorts were not
quite as tight or revealing as those which Jamie wore, she
couldn't help but feel that Miss Richards had sought out the
tightest possible pair of grey school shorts for Bertie to wear.
She had to be careful. She didn't want her mother to find out
just how much she already knew. She coughed. "Bertie" she asked,
looking down at him with what she hoped was an air of
superiority. "You're not wearing underpants under those shorts
are you?"

The boy, unlike Jamie, didn't blush at all, but simply shook his
head and grinned. "Oh no miss. Miss Richards said that we won't
be wearing underpants in the new school miss."

"Good boy. Come on!" Bertie pulled a large brown envelope from
his bag. "Miss Richards said I have to give this to Miss Stenton"
he said, happily, following the girl up to the next floor. He
patted his tummy and laughed. "Gosh miss, I'm so hungry!"

He wasn't the only one. The door to the schoolroom opened as they
reached the top of the stairs and Jamie came out, followed by
Miss Stenton. Introductions over, she ushered everybody back
downstairs. "Oh, better go and wash your hands boys!" she called,
entering the kitchen.

"So Bertie, what do you think about having a new school next
term? Are you looking forward to it?" She watched the young boy
swallow and smiled. She'd placed him next to Jamie and was amazed
at the difference between them. A happy cheerful boy, Bertie had
hardly stopped talking since he arrived. "Oh it sounds great
miss" he replied, cramming another potato into his mouth. Lizzie
giggled.

"Slow down please Bertie" said Miss Stenton, trying not to laugh.
"It's not a race. Besides, you still have a pudding to come.
Apple pie with cream. Do you like that?" The boy nodded
furiously. "Yes miss, I like everything, I…" A small piece flew
from his mouth and landed in the middle of the table." Christine
shook her head and glared at the boy. Her mother sighed. "That's
enough Bertie. Finish your meal in silence please." She looked
out of the window. "After you've finished, you boys can go and
play in the garden for half an hour. I have to go out for a few
hours, but I left some work for you in the schoolroom. Christine
will be in charge until I get back." Her daughter sat up straight
and looked at Bertie, her mind racing. So many questions. Should
she ask her mother? What if….

"Oh, Christine?" Miss Stenton looked at her daughter, her voice
serious, but a definite twinkle in her eyes. "I left a teashirt
for Bertie on the bed. Could you put all his school clothes in
the washing machine, and Jamie's shorts as well. The things in
his case can all go in the bottom drawer. I'll sort out some
shorts for him to wear tomorrow morning. Oh.." She turned to
Bertie. "I hope you don't mind sharing with Jamie while you're
here" she said brightly. "It's a big bedroom and the bed is
plenty big enough for two boys."

Christine nodded, her heart beating faster. Just a teashirt? So
her mother meant..? Her mother saw the look in her eyes and
chuckled. "I'll have another word with you while we're doing the
dishes later" she said. "Now then.." She looked round at the
children and beamed. "Who's for a large piece of apple pie?"

"But why not?" Lizzie stamped her foot and glared at her sister.
"It's not fair! You said last night that we could spank them and
look at their.." Christine laughed and gave her a big hug. "Oh
Lizzie. Just stop it okay! Mummy left me in charge and I have to
sort them out." She wiped a tear from her eye. Her little sister
was so funny sometimes. "Look Lizzie, just trust me okay? The
boys are going to be here until September. You'll have plenty of
time. Besides, you'll be able to see their willies very soon."

She looked through the window. The boys had found an old tennis
racquet and balls in the garage and were playing what looked like
a cross between cricket and tennis in the middle of the lawn.
What was the time? Okay, might as well make a start. Mother had
just left and wouldn't be back for another two hours. Her sister
glared at her, still angry. Poor Lizzie! Well, at least, why
not…? An idea formed in her head. Why not let Lizzie join in the
class? Not right away, but perhaps…?

Bertie heard his name being called. "I said, come upstairs and
try your teashirt on" called Christine from an upstairs window.
She looked at Jamie swinging the racquet. "Put the things away
Jamie and come up in about ten minutes, okay?"

The clothes from Bertie's case had already been transferred to
the drawer and Christine looked with interest at the pile of
shorts and teashirts next to them. Those must be from Miss Turner
for Jamie. So thin and very, very tight! How would Bertie look in
these shorts? What a shame the boy had to wait until the morning
to wear them. She grinned. Not too worry. He could at least try
them on!

There was the sound of running feet up the stairs and Bertie
entered, his cheeks red from running around outside. Christine
smiled, but spoke with an authority that would have made any of
her friends break down into fits of laughter. "Did you wash your
hands?" Bertie nodded. "Yes miss, look." He held out his two
hands for inspection. Christine laughed. "Okay, they'll do. Now
then, let's try this on shall we?" She held up the short white
teashirt her mother had left on the bed. Bertie quickly undid his
smart red and white school tie and placed it on the bed, quickly
followed by his white shirt.

Christine examined his bare torso with interest. A layer of puppy
fat made him look quite a bit younger than his eleven years. He
took the teashirt and slipped it over his head. "Oh yes, perfect"
said Christine, pulling it down. "A bit on the tight side perhaps
but not too much." If Bertie was at all puzzled as to why it was
so short, he didn't say. Unlike his shirt which could be tucked
quite easily into his trousers, the thin teashirt ended at least
an inch above his waist.

"Right, now let's try the shorts on that you'll be wearing
tomorrow. Oh, I have to put those in the washing machine" she
said, nodding at the grey shorts he had on. She did her best to
sound as if this happened every day. Her throat felt suddenly
very dry.

She held her breath. Jamie would have turned a deep shade of red.
Bertie just grabbed the hem of his shorts, pulled them to his
ankles and took them off. To Christine's surprise, he didn't even
attempt to cover himself, but merely stood innocently before her,
his arms by his sides, looking up with a questioning expression.
"Which shorts do I have to try on miss?"

Christine could hear her heart beating fast. It took all her
willpower to stop herself from behaving like the fourteen year
old she was. The room swam before her. The boy's penis was … what
exactly? Just..well.. thicker and a little bit longer than
Jamie's and looked more… was 'exciting' the word? She swallowed.
Her many long giggling talks with her friends at school had
resulted in a few facts being known, one of which was the amazing
difference between a man's penis when soft, and when erect. She'd
already seen Jamie with an erection. Just the memory made her
tingling grow in intensity. How would Bertie measure up?

She smiled and took his shorts from him. "Well, these look okay"
she said, picking a pair of Miss Turner's special shorts from the
drawer. Nice bright red colour. Better not walk near any bulls!"
Bertie giggled and stepped obediently into them. She pulled them
up as high as she could and bit her lip. Oh that was so….!
Possessing more puppy fat than Jamie, the boy's pert backside
stretched the material to breaking point. Bertie felt the shorts
sliding between his buttocks and his eyes opened wide. "Oh, they
feel so funny miss!" Christine nodded. "Yes, they always do at
the beginning. Anyway, they look fine to me. Here, let's get them
off." She slid the shorts down and placed them back in the
drawer.

"So young man, I hope you're ready to do some work now" she said,
sitting on the edge of the bed. Bertie grinned and nodded, his
eyes sparkling with just a hint of mischief. Clearly far less shy
than Jamie, the young boy seemed quite happy to display his
privates.

"Did Miss Richards tell you about the rules we have here?" asked
Christine, observing how he occasionally touched his penis, as if
to reassure himself that his little boy parts were still there.
"Yes miss, she said that.." For the first time, he appeared to
blush very slightly. "She said that we only wear shorts in the
morning, and..and you'd be really strict miss and ..and.." For
the first time, he actually looked a little embarrassed.
Christine saw him hold the end of his willy. Why did boys do
things like this. He wasn't even aware he was doing it! "Well?"

"Er, she said that you'd be doing something to me..called
milking, miss."

Christine fought hard to stop her surprise from showing. "Did
Miss Richards explain exactly what that means?" she asked. The
boy shook his head. "Not exactly miss. Just that it's something
to do with my willy miss." He looked down and realised where his
hand was. Christine laughed as he quickly moved his hand away.
"Yes Bertie, that's right, but I'll leave Miss Stenton to discuss
this with you later." She sighed.

"Okay, let's go and sort your books out. Come on!" They entered
the schoolroom just as Jamie arrived. He saw Bertie's bare
backside and stopped in his tracks. Christine laughed. "Yes
Jamie, Bertie will be following the same rules as you." She
pointed to the bedroom. "Shorts off please. I want to see you
here in ten seconds!"

Jamie felt tears spring to his eyes. For a second he considered
running back downstairs and hiding. It wasn't fair! She was only
two years older than him. That time when she'd been at Miss
Turner's house had been just so awful! Now the same girl was
actually giving him orders? She really wanted him to take his
shorts off? Miss Stenton had said that Christine was in charge,
but..but …

"What are you waiting for?" asked Christine impatiently. "If you
don't do as I say immediately, I'll have to punish you. Now go!"
Jamie looked at her in despair. "But Miss Stenton didn't say
that.." Christine cut him off. "Listen young man. Listen very
carefully." Her eyes narrowed and she spoke quietly. "If you
don't obey everything I say, I will go to the phone and call Mr
Slack, Miss Turner and my mother." She waited for the facts to
sink in. She had no idea of Mr Slack's phone number but the boy
wasn't to know that! "I'm officially a student teacher and I have
complete authority whenever my mother is not here." She enjoyed
the look of fear and resignation on his face. "You've already
earned yourself a punishment. Do you want to make it even worse?"

Jamie looked at the ground and wiped his eyes. He shook his head.
"No miss" a small voice whispered. "Good. So I expect to see you
at your desk…" She looked at her watch. "About one minute ago!"

When Jamie returned, Bertie was already seated and busily writing
the answers to some simple maths exercises. He gave Jamie a
sympathetic glance.

"Just a minute Jamie!" He'd been about to sit down, but turned to
face Christine. The cane in her hand swam into focus and he felt
sick. He remembered the last time she'd had a cane in her hand.
Then she'd only wanted to see how it felt. Surely she wasn't
going to..?

"You have a choice Jamie" the girl continued, flexing the cane.
"You either take two strokes from me now for arguing, and we get
it over with, or.." She smiled. "Or I phone Mr Slack and ask him
how many strokes you deserve. I don't think he lives very far
away, so he may insist on coming over." Jamie felt as if he were
suddenly much smaller. He was beaten and he knew it.

"So you come here this instant, face the board and touch your
toes…. or I phone Mr Slack. I'm counting to three. One..two…."

Jamie quickly walked to the front and bent over, giving Bertie a
nice view of his large bottom. Christine felt the exhilaration of
having such power and closed her eyes for a second. She would
teach him! This was only the second time she'd ever punished a
boy like this. It would definitely not be the last. She tapped
his young buttocks with the cane.

A knock at the door. "Come in!" Christine grinned. Lizzie had
impeccable timing. The little girl entered and her eyes grew
large as she took in the scene. She saw the warning look from her
sister and bit her tongue. No giggling! Absolutely no giggling!
Besides, she'd promised. Christine probably wouldn't let her in
again if she ruined it.

"Christine, can I do my holiday essay here please?" she asked
with mock politeness. "I have to write something and I don't know
how to spell some of the words and…"

"Yes, okay Lizzie. You can sit over there next to my desk. Just
wait a minute while I finish here." Lizzie stood transfixed, her
eyes focused first on Jamie, then on Bertie. It was clear he wore
no shorts, but from the side she was unable to see anything of
interest.

"Legs further apart Jamie!" The words made Lizzie jump. She
watched in amazement as the boy obeyed her sister, his red face
visible between his legs. Something else was visible as well.
Those were the ball things, she remembered. They looked so silly.
Very sensitive as well. It was so easy to hurt a boy if you
wanted! Her fingers twitched. Her examination of Jamie's privates
was high on her list of priorities. That time in Miss Turner's
house had been so interesting. Especially when his thing had got
bigger!

Christine raised the cane, then stopped. Something she'd heard
during one of her mother's conversations. Something about…ah yes!

"Er.. Jamie, aren't we forgetting something?" The young boy stuck
his bum out more. "No, not that" she laughed. "What is it that
Miss Stenton likes to do when she punishes you? Can you
remember?"

Silence. Between his legs, Lizzie saw his face go even redder.
Christine tapped his bum again. "I'm waiting Jamie. I really
don't think you've forgotten. If you have, I'm sure I can call my
mother, but I know she'd be angry with you. Now, what does she
do?"

A small voice answered. "She pulls my… my foreskin back miss."
Christine shook her head. "What did you say Jamie? I can't hear
you." Jamie felt a tear run down his cheek. He could see the
little girl gazing at him. Please don't make him show
her..please! "Er..pull my foreskin back miss." He repeated a bit
louder.

His wish was granted. Christine smiled and slid her hand between
his legs. "Ah yes, here we are." Her fingers teased his limp
penis for a few seconds. So cute! She slid his foreskin right
back and he flinched.

"Right, I think we can proceed now" she said, stepping back.
"We've wasted quite enough time already – thanks to you Jamie!"

The two strokes she gave him were hard ones and the red lines
across his buttocks formed within seconds. Jamie had already
decided not to give the girls the pleasure of seeing him cry and
bit his lip hard. Christine wiped her brow. She felt rather
disappointed. Why hadn't he wriggled and burst into tears like
the boy a few weeks ago. After all, she'd caned Jamie even harder
and had even practised on a cushion earlier.

She looked around briefly at Bertie. The boy had a strange look
in his eyes and seemed rather flushed as though he'd actually
enjoyed seeing Jamie get caned. "Okay, stand up and go to your
desk!" Quickly composing himself and hoping his eyes didn't look
too red, Jamie walked to his small desk next to Bertie. Christine
had already put some exercises for him to do.

"As for you Lizzie, let's put you just here." She picked a small
desk and placed it next to her own, facing the boys. "I have a
small dictionary here if you want, so don't keep asking me how to
spell words" she said, giving her sister a quick hug.

Lizzie hardly heard her, her eyes fixed on Jamie's privates as
her pulled his chair out and sat down.

Christine opened the window and sat down at her desk. The boys'
small school desks had the old fashioned sloping design which
allowed a perfect view of the boys from the waist down. She
smiled. "I want to see those knees as far apart as possible" she
ordered after a few seconds. "You need to keep your muscles well
stretched – especially on a hot day like this!"

Bertie obeyed immediately, but Jamie hesitated for a while before
doing as she instructed. The advantage was obvious and Christine
had to nudge her sister to stop her from staring so openly at
their privates, now completely on show. "Absolute silence for the
next thirty minutes" she announced, opening her own book – a
rather esoteric paperback she always kept well hidden from her
mother. "Raise your hand when you've finished and I'll check your
answers. Any noise and you get a very sore bottom!" She caught
Bertie's eye and he blushed.

The next twenty minutes passed so slowly. Christine noticed that
her sister actually did almost no work at all, her eyes darting
from one boy to the other. She could understand. It was really
quite interesting, having them both together.

Bertie put up his hand. "Miss, I've finished" he announced,
rather proudly. "Well done" replied Christine, placing her book
on the desk. "Come and show me your answers." She had an idea.
Why not? Yes, Lizzie would be so happy! "Actually, you come as
well, Jamie. I want to see how far you've got. Yes, up here boys,
just next to my desk."

To Lizzie's delight, her sister made them stand in front of her
own desk. She bit her lip in excitement. Two willies only inches
from her face. Such funny looking things. Yes, Bertie's was a bit
bigger than Jamie's. Her fingers itched to play with them, oh
yes, and their strange ball things. She remembered at Miss
Turner's house when she'd had a look at Jamie's privates, how
he'd jumped when she squeezed them. So sensitive!

"Well done Bertie, they're nearly all right" exclaimed Christine.
He grinned at her. "As for you Jamie, I do hope you're going to
finish everything in time. You're not working very fast, are
you?" The boy said nothing but looked down, reddening as he saw
Lizzie gazing intently at his privates.

The sound of the front door being shut reached her ears and she
stood up. Mother must have come home early. "Okay, back to your
places please. Bertie, carry on with the next chapter. Jamie,
best handwriting!"

Miss Stenton looked up and smiled as Christine came down the
stairs. "Really, I can't believe these people" she exclaimed.
"The meeting was cancelled at the last moment." She shook her
head. "I'm so sorry Christine, but I'm going to be away most of
tomorrow. Would you be a darling and look after the boys again?"
Christine swallowed and tried to conceal her excitement. "Yes of
course mummy. Don't worry about us."

Marjorie sighed. "That would be such a help. Thank you! I was
worried you might have arranged to go riding or something."
Christine followed her to the kitchen. "So, how have they been?"
asked her mother, taking a bottle of juice from the fridge. "Any
problems?" Christine laughed. "No, they've been as good as gold.
Bertie is really very well behaved. Oh, and Jamie…er, well I'm
afraid I…" Marjorie noticed her daughter blush and grinned. "Go
on, what happened?" "Well, he didn't want to remove his shorts
and was quite disobedient at first. I felt I had to assert my
authority so I caned him." She looked down, embarrassed. "I
didn't like to punish him without your permission mummy, but I
didn't know what else to do."

"Oh you silly girl!" Marjorie put her glass of milk down and
kissed her daughter tenderly. "I left you in charge and if you
think corporal punishment is justified, you have my full
support." Her laughter echoed round the kitchen. "Honestly
Christine, don't worry so much. Boys backsides were made for
beating!" She wiped her eyes. "How many did you give him?" "Only
two" replied Christine, looking relieved. "I thought he deserved
more, but I wasn't sure…." Her mother shook her head. "I'd have
given him the full six. I don't like using the cane too much, but
certainly, disobedience has to be punished severely. Besides,
these canes are a special light variety of cane that Miss Turner
gave me. Minor things like inattention, sloppy work and so on,
I'd tend to use the slipper, hairbrush or something similar. No
Christine, you did very well indeed. I'm very proud of you!"

Marjorie looked around her. "Where's Lizzie?" "Oh, she wanted to
do her school holiday essay so I let her sit with us." Her mother
looked impressed. "Lizzie wanted to do some homework?" she asked
incredulously. Her eyes twinkled. It wasn't hard to guess the
reason why. "Well, I'll go up now and see how they are. I think
Lizzie can go and play outside for a while."

A very frustrated nine year old made her way down the stairs. She
heard her mother closing the school room door. Not fair! She
still hadn't played with their things! She did so want to see
them sticking up. Stupid boys!

Christine had been right. Marjorie was impressed with Bertie's
work. "You do work hard, don't you!" she said kindly, tousling
his hair. "This is very good Bertie!" The boy grinned. He felt it
wiser not to say that this had more to do with Miss Richards
liberal use of the cane than any inherent desire to work hard.

She looked at her watch. Goodness, she'd forgotten! "Jamie, I'm
so sorry, I completely forgot. I meant to milk you after lunch.
Go to your room please. I'll be there in a minute."

She watched the boy leave, his face red with embarrassment. As he
turned, she saw two red lines about an inch apart, spanning both
buttocks. Gosh, Christine was good!

"Now then Bertie, let me explain about the milking…" The boy felt
the lady's hand on his thigh. As she talked, he realised just why
Jamie had looked so embarrassed. Jamie's legs shook and he
squealed as Miss Stenton finished counting down. A drop of semen
hit the towel dead in the centre. "Hmm, only one drop of milk
this time?" She withdrew her finger from his hot little anus and
slapped his willy gently. "Come on, get it down. I'm not doing
this for your own pleasure. I want you back at your desk in sixty
seconds!" She looked at the towel and smiled. Lucky boy!

Bertie looked up as Jamie came back, noticing his flushed face.
Miss Stenton arrived a few seconds later. "Okay Bertie, your
turn." He swallowed nervously and followed her to the bedroom.
Marjorie had left the towel on the floor and sat on the bed,
pulling Bertie gently to her side. "Hands on your head please!"

"Now you understand why this is necessary, don't you?" she asked
quietly, her hand stroking his tummy. He nodded. "Yes miss."
Marjorie smiled. "Why?" "Er, so I concentrate on my work miss,
and don't play with my…my thing, miss." He looked at her,
blushing slightly. This was so strange!

"Yes, that's right. That's right Bertie." Her hand moved to his
privates and he jumped as her fingers held his penis. "At your
age, this little thing here gets excited very quickly. The
milking sessions stop it from interfering with your studies." Her
small finger teased his testicles and she felt him start to
harden. "One of the reasons you don't wear shorts is so we can
keep an eye on it. Miss Richards informed me that you tend to
play with it quite a lot. In fact she has to cane you for it
almost every week. Is that true?"

Bertie nodded. The lady's fingers felt so soft. So very very
nice! "Er..yes miss. Sorry miss" Marjorie patted his bottom and
eased her finger between his buttocks. His penis was sticking up
almost vertically. She was pleased to see his foreskin had ridden
back over his glans with no problem whatsoever. No doubt due to
his constant masturbating, she thought. "Well, I can assure you
that I will punish any such filthy behaviour very severely
indeed. The only time I allow your penis to go stiff is when
you're being milked. I hope you remember that!"

Her finger prodded his anus and she watched with glee as his
penis lengthened even more. Barbara hadn't been exaggerating. He
was certainly big for his age, at least an inch longer than Jamie
and thicker as well.

"Okay Bertie, I will count down from thirty and when I reach
zero, you will let your milk shoot onto the towel. Exactly on
zero. Not before, not after!"

Rubbing his swollen manhood slightly faster, she gently pushed
her finger up inside him and teased his small prostate gland.
"Thirty…twenty nine.."

She never had chance to continue. Bertie clenched his buttocks
hard and trembled violently, wriggling and writhing as his orgasm
sent electricity coursing through his young body. His mouth
opened wide in a silent scream. Marjorie shook her head in
astonishment. He had come so quickly! Why hadn't he ejaculated?
Too young perhaps? She gazed closely at the tip of his penis. A
small drop of fluid appeared and she wiped it off with a piece of
tissue. Oh well, he was clearly close to starting puberty so it
was only a matter of time.

"Oh Bertie, I am disappointed in you" she said quietly, her hand
fondling his testicles. "You showed a total lack of self-control.
Why didn't you wait until I'd finished counting? " The boy
blinked his eyes, his breathing returning to normal. That had
been just…. So very, very.. He swallowed nervously. "S…sorry
miss. I just couldn't… I tried miss, but when you touched my
bottom miss, it made me… sorry miss."

Marjorie smiled. Bertie obviously had an extremely sensitive
prostate. She remembered the incident at Joyce's house when Jamie
had ejaculated while Joyce had been teasing his anus. She hadn't
been touching his penis at all! Hmm, that was something she
really must look into.

"Well, I'm sorry Bertie, but I'll have to punish you. Hopefully,
next time you'll try harder."

The boy looked down at the floor. "Are…are you going to cane me
miss?"

Marjorie laughed. "No Bertie, I don't use the cane for this. I
use something called a martinet. Do you know what one of those
is?" Bertie shook his head. "No miss." "Well, you'll find out
tonight." She patted his limp manhood and stood up. "Back to work
young man. Come on!"

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly. Just as her daughter
had done, Marjorie spent a most happy hour sitting at her desk,
book in her hands, while keeping one eye on the boys. Not for the
first time she found herself marvelling at the design of the male
genitalia. It was as though their bits and pieces could not rest
for a second. With their legs open wide under their desks, she
watched mesmerised as their scrotums relaxed, then contracted,
penises lengthening for a few minutes as though stretching after
a sleep.

She thought about John's plans for the new school. Joyce would
make a superb Headmistress. She certainly wouldn't take any
nonsense from the boys. Oh yes, Barbara as well. They'd run the
school so well! She closed her eyes. Patrolling the dormitories,
supervising the boys in the shower, cane in her hand. Hygiene
inspections. Oh and Joyce's ideas about pubic hair! Barbara had
once told her such a horrific story about an outbreak of pubic
lice at her school. Yes, she agreed it made sense. No pubic hair
allowed until fifteen, then kept trimmed short until the boy left
at sixteen. Of course, they hadn't decided yet just how this all
to be organised. Joyce had probably had the best idea. Issue all
boys with a simple razor and show them in some detail what was
expected. Then leave them to keep their own bits and pieces
smooth with perhaps a weekly inspection to ensure the rules were
being followed. With the threat of having the martinet applied to
the area in question and having their privates shaved by the
women for a few weeks, she was sure the boys would learn fast. Oh
and those inspections. Weekly? Perhaps the occasional spot check?
Boys lined up in front of her waiting to have their most secret
places fondled and examined to ensure they were perfectly
smooth…..

The tingling grew too strong and she opened her eyes. The boys
were hard at work. Jamie was… She frowned. Boys! He probably
wasn't even aware that he had an erection.

"Stand up please Jamie."

The boy had been completely unaware of his predicament. That was
clear as he stood up and blushed a deep red as his engorged
member wobbled in front of him. She shook her head in amazement.
Yes, the boy probably couldn't help it, but still…

"I think you'll be joining Bertie for a dose of the martinet this
evening, won't you?" she announced quietly. "In the meantime, I
think you should go to the bedroom. I seem to remember we planned
an extra milking session this afternoon." She gazed closely at
his stiff penis, bobbing up and down as he walked slowly to the
door. Oh yes! This boy needed milking badly!

Whether it was the way she held his penis a little tighter or
nudged his prostate a bit harder, she didn't know. Whatever the
cause, three drops of semen now lay shining in front of her. One
had hit the towel, placed as usual a few feet in front, the other
two however had overshot and had landed on the carpet. She smiled
and eased the last drop out of the boy's quivering member, her
fingers stroking the back of his testicles. Her finger felt
something soft brush it. Yes, the pubic hair was starting.
Looking a little more closely, she saw the tell-tale darkening of
the skin around his genitals. No doubt it was only a matter of
weeks or days before it started to sprout everywhere.

"Oh dear Jamie, whatever happened?" she asked reproachfully,
giving his soft willy a little squeeze. She shook her head
slowly. "You know what I said about learning self-control. I
wanted to give you a second chance. Look what you've done!"

Jamie watched her wipe the offending drops from the carpet with a
piece of tissue, not daring to move his hands from his head until
given permission. He had tried really! Well, sort of. How on
earth could he control where his milk went? It seemed so unfair.
Slowly his heartbeat returned to normal.

Marjorie folded the towel and placed it back on the table before
turning to face him, a stern look on her face. Jamie sighed. He
could guess what she had in mind. He saw the lady look around
her. "Oh I must have left it in the schoolroom. Run and fetch me
the ruler please Jamie!"

She waited patiently for the boy to return, wondering just what
Bertie must think of it all. Well, not to worry. He'd be
experiencing it soon enough!

Jamie returned with the bendy plastic ruler he'd found on the
teacher's desk and handed it to her, his face red from
embarrassment. Marjorie bit her lip in an attempt to stop herself
from laughing. She really must show this new style of punishment
to her friends. Now then, how many?

"I think young man, that you deserve a good six slaps, don't
you?" she asked rhetorically. "Hands on head please. Good boy.
Now then…." Jamie gasped as her fingers lifted his flaccid little
penis. She tapped the tip with the ruler. "Oh, of course, we
forgot to…" Jamie squirmed as she gently pushed his foreskin all
the way back. How he hated that!

The first slap landed on the top his blue-pink glans and tears
came to his eyes. "Owww…miss!" Marjorie grinned and slapped it
again, this time on the side. The rest were given in clockwise
fashion, the final slap landing on the same spot as the first
one. Jamie clenched and unclenched his buttocks. It stung so
much!

"There, that's over. Now I just hope you try harder next time."
She tapped his little balls with the ruler, enjoying the look of
apprehension in his eyes. "These exercises in self-control are
for your own good." She tapped his balls a little harder. Little
boys…. So vulnerable! "I can assure you that they've only just
started. Very soon, I'll be introducing a new exercise, and I
expect complete co- operation. Now, take the ruler back and get
on with your work. I'll be there in a minute."

Wiping his eyes as he walked out of the bedroom, Jamie didn't
notice the soft footsteps on the carpet. He turned to see
Elizabeth looking at him. Her eyes fell on his bright red penis
and her mouth fell open in amazement. A glance at his eyes and
the ruler in his hand told her all she needed to know. She
grinned mischievously. "Gosh, what a red willy you've got Jamie!"
she said, her eyes shining. "You must have been a very naughty
boy!"

Jamie watched her run away giggling, no doubt to report
everything to her sister, he thought. It just wasn't fair! He
wiped his eyes again and gave his willy a quick squeeze, glancing
over his shoulder to make sure the lady wasn't there. His tummy
rumbled. Must be time for dinner soon. Would they be allowed to
put their shorts on to go downstairs? Perhaps, but… His heart
sank. Miss Turner had kept him like this even when he'd been with
the girls so why wouldn't Miss Stenton do the same? He walked
disconsolately into the schoolroom. Perhaps, just perhaps…

"Well, if everyone's finished, perhaps you boys can help clear
the table and wash up." Miss Stenton smiled at Jamie and Bertie
across the table. The boys had been ravenous. Certainly, Bertie
needed watching. He'd consumed at least four cakes for pudding
and although not fat, he was veering on the plump side. She saw
Elizabeth's eyes twinkling and tried not to laugh. Honestly, that
girl was obsessed with the boys' genitalia. Twice, she'd had to
reprimand her daughter for staring so intently. Oh well, she'd
soon get bored. After all, the boys would be like this every day
from noon onwards. It did the boys good as well. It dispelled all
silly notions of false modesty, and helped them to learn their
place. Perhaps other reasons? Of course, it did provide a great
deal of entertainment! She felt herself blushing. No, that wasn't
fair. It made them practise self-control as well. No more of
those silly involuntary erections! The boys knew full well what
would happen. No harm in learning to control themselves!

Elizabeth was already halfway to the kitchen when her mother
ordered her back. She stamped her foot in anger. Just when was
she going to be left alone with them? It wasn't fair. Christine
had said they'd be able to play with the boys' willies as much as
they liked. Why had she lied? Tears of frustration came to her
eyes in a way that only nine year old girls can explain. She
glanced at Jamie and Bertie, dutifully carrying their plates into
the kitchen, pert buttocks shining under the bright kitchen
lights. Just you wait!

"Oh there you are Lizzie" said Miss Stenton, as Elizabeth
returned. She looked at her two daughters and shook her head
sadly. "I'm so sorry my darlings, but I'm going to be away for
most of tomorrow. Now then…." She saw Elizabeth trying hard to
hide her look of delight but pretended not to notice. "I'm sure I
can rely on you. Mrs Beal will be in all morning as usual, but
then you'll be on your own. Christine will be in charge and she
has a number where I can be reached if there are any problems.
Now then, if you don't mind, I think I'll get these boys in the
bath and off to bed." At the door she stopped. "Actually I just
realised that I may be quite late tomorrow evening, so you'll
have put them to bed yourselves." Her eyes met Christine's and
she winked. "I'll have to have a little chat with you later
Christine!"

A few minutes later Bertie followed Jamie up the stairs to run
the bath. He had a thoughtful look in his eyes. Jamie had
explained what the martinet was and how Miss Stenton liked to use
it. But…. So many questions! Were the girls allowed to watch? He
hoped not!

"Come on, we have to fold our teashirts up and put them on this
chair here" explained Jamie, pulling his over his head. "The
water has to be exactly halfway up. Oh, and Miss Stenton lets me
have some bubbles in as well" he said, picking up a pink bottle
of bubble bath. Bertie copied his new friend and the boys sat
down in the hot soapy water, facing each other. There was a brief
silence. Bertie splashed some water on his face and balanced some
bubbles on the end of his nose. Jamie laughed and did the same.

The door opened and Miss Stenton came in smiling kindly at the
two boys. "Already started? You are good boys." She knelt down
next to the bath. "Now then, heads back please. I'll just wash
your hair and…." Having rinsed the shampoo off, she turned her
attention to their ears, arms and upper body. Bertie was
pleasantly surprised to find her very gentle, far more than the
impatient teachers at school. "Good, now just stand up will you?
No Bertie, hands by your sides please. That's right, just copy
Jamie." Bertie moved his hands away from his crotch and shivered
as he felt soft fingers cradle his small testicles. He saw her do
the same to Jamie. Miss Stenton looked thoughtful. "Hmm, you see
Bertie, boys your age often have problems with their testicles.
It's very important to keep a close eye on them." She tickled him
behind his balls, making him squeal. "The advantage of a warm
bath is that it makes your testicles relax and they're much
easier to examine." She felt each ball carefully, marvelling
again at the complexity of the male genitalia. "We also have to
make sure that your foreskin doesn't become too tight" she
continued. One finger still prodding his balls, she held the end
of his penis between her index and thumb. Bertie swallowed and
glanced down at what she was doing. Seeing her do the same to
Jamie relaxed him a little. But...embarrassing a bit, but so…
very nice! He was certainly no stranger to having his privates
examined at school, ….though not nearly as gently as this!
Marjorie noticed with some satisfaction how easily the boy's
foreskin slid back, exposing his bulbous glans to her gaze.
Hadn't Barbara mentioned this once? Possibly due to the boy's
excessive masturbation? She looked at Jamie's little manhood in
her other hand. Little? She grinned as both boys' penises started
to lengthen. Well, she couldn't blame them, could she? With her
fingers gently teasing their privates, how could they react in
any other way? Jamie was used to her routine and stood still
while she soaped his stiffening manhood. She saw Bertie look at
her nervously and smiled. "No, it's okay Bertie. I know you can't
help having an erection when I examine you, and to be honest it
does make it easier to wash your little bits as well." She
gripped his hardening penis a little tighter and looked serious.
"Once out of the bath however, I want it down again! Now, turn
around boys. Hands on knees. Bend forward, legs apart a bit
further. Yes Bertie, do exactly what Jamie does!"

The sight of the two boys' rather plump yet pert buttocks only
inches from her face made her tingle all over. This was pure joy!
The fluoresent lights overhead illuminated their expansive
behinds to perfection. Had she turned her head to look at the
large mirror on the adjacent wall she might have noticed a slight
movement. The door had been left slightly ajar and two pairs of
eyes were at that second riveted on the reflection in the mirror.

Her hands spread soap slowly between their legs, moving from the
back of their testicles up between their buttocks to their little
puckered bum holes. These, she soaped and teased for a few more
seconds before carefully inserting her finger inside. Any
embarrassment Bertie may have felt in having his anus washed and
scrutinised was momentarily forgotten as Miss Stenton's probing
finger found his prostate. Ripples of pleasure emanated through
his body. Marjorie felt the boys jerk and had to stop herself
from laughing as their penises stood up even more.

"I was a little concerned Bertie, when I milked you earlier"
explained Miss Stenton, gently massaging the boys'prostates. "You
really should be producing almost as much milk as Jamie here."
She pressed a little harder and grinned as their penises
responded. What a funny sight! "I'm fairly sure there isn't a
serious problem." She paused. "However, I don't think it would
hurt for you to have your prostate massaged occasionally." An
evil gleam crossed her eyes. "I think it may also have something
to do with your own self-discipline" she said slowly. "When I
milk you, I expect you to follow my instructions." She withdrew
her fingers from the boys' tight holes and stood up. "Out of the
bath please. Quickly!" Her voice had an edge to it and the two
boys dutifully stepped out of the warm water and were wrapped in
large warm towels.

The expression on her face told the boys that now was not the
time for questions. They followed her meekly into Jamie's large
bedroom where, as she had already explained, both boys would be
sleeping. With the summer heat and the large towels, both boys
were dry by the time Miss Stenton sat on their large double bed.
She removed their towels and took their hands in hers. "I must
admit that I had intended to milk you both before going to bed."
She noticed with satisfaction that both boys had lost their
erections – no doubt to their nervousness over what was to
happen. "But given the time, I think we should get your
punishment out of the way and then you should go straight to
sleep." She turned to Jamie. "Bring me the martinet please Jamie.
I think it's on the top shelf of the cupboard in the schoolroom."
She smiled at the look on his face. "Better hurry Jamie or I may
have to ask you to bring the cane as well!"

Jamie returned holding the nasty looking implement by it's short
wooden handle. He didn't notice the door move at the end of the
corridor. Behind it, Elizabeth looked up at her sister
triumphantly. "See you silly billy!" she whispered, her eyes
sparkling. "You heard what mummy said and you saw what she did to
the boys. So?" Christine nodded and hugged her little sister. If
the truth were known, Christine had already guessed what her
mother was doing. Her constant eavesdropping on her mother's
frequent telephone conversations had seen to that. This was the
first time however that she had actually copied her sister's
spying activities and seen with her own eyes. Having worked hard
to convince her mother how mature and dependable she had become,
the last thing she wanted was to be caught red-handed hiding and
listening behind a bedroom door. Her sister was pulling at her
sleeve. "Come on Chrissie, let's go. Honestly, she won't hear
us." Christine felt herself tingling again. She did so want to
see what her mother was going to do with the martinet. Yes, she
had a good idea, but to see it with her own eyes? Besides, the
bedroom door was at the opposite end to where the bed stood, so
they had ample time in which to get back to her own room. She
nodded. "Okay Lizzie, but please be quiet. If mother sees us,
she'll never trust me again.

Marjorie took the martinet from Jamie and pointed to the bed. "On
the edge of the bed if you please Jamie. Show Bertie the correct
position!" With a barely audible sigh of resignation, Jamie sat
on the bed and lay down, pulling his legs up and over to his
shoulders. Marjorie had to struggle to keep her voice from
trembling. What a delicious sight! "Okay Bertie, you as well!
Next to Jamie. Quickly!"

If the spectacle of one naked boy in such a humiliating position
was arousing, the addition of a second almost resulted in
Marjorie having an orgasm there and then. "Legs further apart
boys. Come on Jamie, you know what to do. Knees back more
Bertie." Each order and comment on their position was accompanied
with light flicks of the martinet over their buttocks and
genitals. She felt the soft cords and shook her head. The boys
didn't know how lucky they were. Much lighter and thinner than
the strips of leather on a real martinet, they could sting like
hell, but were incapable of causing any serious injury.

Following the example shown her by Joyce, she allowed the cords
to brush the boys' between their buttocks, noticing as ever how
it made the anus twitch. She spent a few minutes in getting the
boys in the correct position, even sliding a pillow under their
lower backs to assist them in keeping their bottoms lifted high
off the bed, the martinet cords constantly teasing their most
secret places. As expected, this resulted in both boys having
erections, which she decided to ignore for the moment.

"Just to remind you, I'm punishing Bertie here for his lack of
self-control during his milking session" she said quietly. She
teased his anus with the tips of the cords and grinned as it
seemed to open and close as if desperate for more. "You will
receive six strokes. As for Jamie…" She dangled the martinet
cords over his balls and watched as his penis stiffened. " You'll
have nine strokes for your failure to control your erections
during study time." Reaching down, she pulled Jamie's foreskin
back, ignoring his yelp of discomfort. Bertie's foreskin she
pushed back effortlessly. The boy gazed up at her, his face
bright red with embarrassment. "But miss, I…" She raised her
finger. "Sshh Bertie, I don't want any discussion. Besides you'll
be experiencing this quite a lot from now on, and especially when
the new school opens." His eyes opened wider. She laughed. "Oh
yes Bertie, your teacher, Miss Richards has already seen Jamie
here receive the martinet and she agrees whole heartedly that
it's a good idea." She took a step back and surveyed the boys,
the tingling between her legs growing in intensity.

"Now boys, try not to wriggle. Bertie, legs wider please! Good
boy. No sound..let's get this over with shall we? Now then…"

For a second, she closed her eyes. Oh what she'd give for a
camera! What a sight! Then she grinned. Come on Marjorie, plenty
of time when the school's open. Until then….

Bertie squealed as the cords nipped his inner thigh. Jamie bit
his lip and managed to stay silent as they whipped his penis, one
cord catching his sensitive glans. Marjorie slashed the martinet
down between the boys' legs eliciting high pitched cries followed
shortly by tears. Bertie received a particularly nasty blow
across his testicles, a few cords wrapping themselves round and
delivering a painful nick between his legs. Not just their
genitals were punished. Miss Stenton made sure that each small
anus felt a few real stingers, wondering just what Bertie's hot
little prostate would make of it.

It was over. Normally only too eager to prolong such punishments,
Marjorie felt the combination of her own aroused state with the
thought of her plans for tomorrow was simply too much to bear.
Had she turned, she may have realised that she was not the only
female currently feeling such emotions. Two pairs of eyes peered
from the crack in the doorway. Lizzie simply stared, her mouth
open wide while her big sister swallowed nervously, her emotions
divided between the scene before her, the fear of her mother
seeing them, and what her fingers were doing between her legs.
The latter preoccupation resolved itself very quickly and if
Lizzie wondered why her sister suddenly shivered and opened her
mouth, she didn't show it.

"Don't move please!" Marjorie took a jar of cream from the
bedside table. "I'll just put some of this on." She wondered what
Barbara would say if she could see her now, each hand between
their legs, massaging cream gently into their privates. A bit
more cream perhaps? The boys both a had far away look in their
eyes, their little manhoods rock hard as her fingers worked their
magic. Her heart pounded in her ears. No, that was enough! She
really had to retire to her own room for a few minutes to attend
to her own needs. Meanwhile, what was it that Barbara had said
about Bertie? Oh yes. A smile flickered across her mouth.
Homosexual tendencies?

"I don't have time to finish rubbing all the cream in" she
explained softly, putting the jar back on the table. "I want you
both in bed now, come on!" She smiled as the two boys turned on
their side, their engorged penises wobbling comically. Bertie
looked round in surprise as she tapped his buttocks. "No Bertie,
head down here please. Yes, the opposite way to Jamie. That's
right." She stroked his thigh and prodded his testicles gently.
"You know the rules about not touching your own privates, but I
don't see why you can't finish rubbing the cream into each
others. Nice and gently." She saw Jamie hesitate and glance at
her. She nodded. "Go on Jamie, the cream has to be rubbed in nice
and slowly."

Bertie gasped as he felt Jamie's small fingers touch his little
balls and reciprocated by taking Jamie's penis in his hand. Miss
Stenton smiled and walked to the door, not noticing the quiet
patter of feet outside. "It's very warm tonight, so don't go
under the sheets, or you'll both be sweaty. Good night boys,
sleep well." She blew them a kiss and switched off the light.

There was silence. Blackness. Jamie sighed, then flinched as he
felt Bertie's hand stroking his still rigid little manhood.
Remembering what Miss Stenton had said, he gently rubbed Bertie's
balls. Didn't it feel wrong? Surely…. But….?

Bertie's hand teased his throbbing glans and he felt his body go
rigid. Yes. Oh yes! That felt good. So very…very…. A finger eased
its way between his buttocks and he groaned with unreleased
tension. What? But Miss Stenton had said they must rub the cream
in, hadn't she? He stroked Bertie's penis and played with the
boy's testicles. Suddenly he felt his penis grasped tightly
somewhere very warm. He moaned with pleasure. Bertie's tongue was
already teasing him. What the…? Jamie felt repulsed for a second.
This was so dirty, so ….? But..? What made him do it, he never
knew, but all reservations melted away as he took Bertie into his
mouth.

Hands and mouths worked frantically as both boys felt the other's
excitement growing. They didn't understand what was happening,
only that they had to complete what they had started. Their young
bodies shook as they both reached orgasm, Bertie greedily
savouring the hot sticky juice from Jamie while offering only a
small token drop in return. It was over. Jamie felt he should say
something, but a wave of exhaustion washed over his young body.
He was asleep in seconds.

Bertie sighed. What a day! He yawned and nuzzled Jamie's crotch
with his nose. But this was nice! Yes, very nice! His tongue
teased Jamie's soft willy and he chuckled as it grew longer. Even
asleep and it was moving! He teased it a little more and popped
it in his mouth. Hmmm, yes! He drifted slowly away into a deep
sleep.

The clock in the hall struck ten o'clock. A Polaroid flash
illuminated the room. Three more times it flashed. Marjorie shook
her head in amazement. The boys didn't stir. Just wait till she
showed Barbara and Joyce! Very carefully, she eased Bertie's head
away from Jamie's crotch, trying not to giggle as Jamie's wet
little penis flopped out of Bertie's mouth. A few more photos. So
sweet. Hadn't Barbara been right about Bertie? She frowned. Not
something to encourage generally, that was sure. But… Well, it
was so funny! And kind of fun? After all, boys had been doing it
for thousands of years, hadn't they? The Greeks and Romans had
often used little boys for pleasure. Oh, and what had John Slack
told her about… Oh yes! John! She smiled. She was sure that Joyce
knew about John, after all they'd studied and worked together for
years. But did she know everything? Oh yes, John would be most
interested in meeting Bertie! After all, she must keep her new
employer happy!

Down the corridor, Lizzie quietly eased her bedroom door shut.
Although only nine years old, her ability to move around the
house without being heard or seen was vastly superior to that of
her older sister. Thank goodness she'd heard the handle of the
living room door downstairs! It desperately needed changing and
she herself had often been heard to complain about how it was so
stiff. The one advantage however was the slightly longer notice
it gave her of anyone opening it. She grinned. Mother hadn't even
started climbing the stairs before she was back to her room.

She didn't know how long she'd looked at the sleeping boys before
hearing the door being opened. What had they been doing? Yes, she
knew all about their willies, how they got bigger and harder
sometimes, how they liked rubbing them if no-one was looking, oh
yes, her sister had explained all that. But they'd been doing
more than that hadn't they? Lizzie yawned, then smiled. She just
had to tell Christine of course. Mother was away tomorrow. They'd
be alone with the boys.

The nice feeling started again. She knew Christine had it as well
sometimes, but her sister had never said much about it. Why such
a sensation should be coming from where she did peepee, she
wasn't sure. The first time, she'd felt dirty. But Christine
touched herself there. She'd seen her! Lizzi's hand explored her
young smooth pussy and she closed her eyes. Two minutes later she
was asleep, an evil grin on her face.