MEATY

BY TOMMY

I drove the car through the large iron gates, up to the house,
sounding the horn once to let Ben and Shaun know I'd arrived. The
large house we'd used for years was isolated;at least five miles
from the nearest village.

The girl on the back seat was waking up. As usual I'd been
completely right in calculating the amount of drugs needed to
sedate the girl and start erasing her memory. I opened the back
door and hauled her out. She couldn't have been more than ten.
Her skirt had ridden up exposing the top of her smooth thighs,
not quite fat, but plump, meaty and firm-just as we liked them. I
lifted her in my arms and kicked the door shut. No need to lock
it. The infrared security sensors would alert us if anyone came
close to the house.

I carried her into the house and it was just at this moment that
she must have suddenly snapped out of her trance. She started to
struggle and shout. I held her tightly but she managed to turn
her head and somehow bite one of my fingers. "Bitch!" I cried
out, slapping the side of her head hard. I held her hair tightly,
preventing her from tossing her head about and brought her into
the living room. Ben was in the chair near the fire a glass of
whisky in his hand, chatting to Shaun opposite. Ben was a rugby
player, thick set, hairy and muscular, while Shaun was more my
build, tall and slim.

"Bitch bit me!" I said as I let the girl down. I held onto her
arm as she struggled and cried.

"That's enough!" I shouted straight into her ear. She looked up
in fear, her eyes wet from crying.

I dragged her out of the room to the small cloakroom opposite.
"Now, go to the loo, wash your hands and face and be quick about
it!" I ordered. She must have wanted to go badly. I heard the
water run. The door wasn't locked. She came out still sniffing
and I took her hand and led her back in the lounge.

"What are you doing?" she pleaded. I sat down and pulled her over
my lap. "I'm going to show you what happens to little girls who
bite!" I replied, lifting her pleated school skirt up her back. I
pulled her thin blue knickers up a bit into the crack, nicely
outlining her large plump bum.

Shaun and Ben looked on smiling, their anticipation evident from
the bulges in their trousers.

I lifted my hand and brought it down hard on her bottom. Slap! I
spanked her fast and hard, her plump bottom wobbling and gyrating
under her knickers. The girl screamed and pleaded for me to stop.
I held her down firmly and continued spanking for at least two or
three minutes. "Will you be a good girl?" "Yes Sir! Yes Sir!" she
cried, her tears falling to the floor. "Please Sir, I'll do
whatever you say, please stop!"

I stood her up and looked straight at her. I hadn't finished. "Go
to the table over there and bring me the hairbrush!" "Now!" I
ordered. She hesitated slightly but brought the brush, one hand
clasping her sore bottom, wiping her tears with her arm. I took
the hairbrush and ordered her back across my lap. She looked at
me in disbelief and started to cry louder. I pulled her down and
placed the hairbrush on her bottom. "This is just a taste of
what's in store for you if you're ever disobedient!" I said. I
brought the brush down hard three times right in the centre of
her left buttock. The sting made the girl squirm and yell as loud
as she could. I rested a few moments and rested the brush a bit
lower down on her bare thigh. She tensed slightly as the awful
realisation hit her. "N.no please!" she wailed. "Not there, oh
please.." I slapped the brush down hard onto her thighs about six
times, the sound of each slap reverberating round the room like a
pistol shot. Her bottom and thighs wriggled about as she sought
to escape the painful slaps.

I pulled her up and took hold of her hands which she had clasping
her reddened thighs. "No rubbing better without permission!" I
ordered. "Now put the brush back on the table!".

She walked to the table, her legs wobbling as she sought to ease
the pain. I led her to the corner of the room and made her touch
her toes. I lifted her skirt up and draped it well over her back.

"You can stay like that for a few minutes while I have a drink!"
We all admired her pert buttocks outlined by her tight knickers.
She looked rather ridiculous in this position, her tears still
falling onto the carpet, her red thighs on display as she
remained bent over.

We chatted for a few minutes. Shaun pointed to the girl. " C'mon
then. Let's get her to work!"

I ordered her to stand up and come to me. She stood hesitantly
before me, her eyes red and nose wet.

I explained that she must now learn how to please me. She looked
at me uncomprehendingly. I stood up. "Unbuckle my trousers and
take them down!" She undid my belt and slid my trousers to the
floor. Her eyes rested on the bulge in my underpants. "Now, slide
my pants down, slowly!"

She took hold of the waistband and slid them down to my ankles,
her gaze fixed firmly on my erect penis, pointing straight at
her, as if mocking her predicament. She stared open mouthed. She
had obviously never seen an adult male member in a state of
arousal.

I sat down on the edge of the chair.

"Bend over and hold it with your right hand!" I ordered. "Touch
it with your tongue and taste it!" She obeyed, her sore bottom
and thighs obviously reminding her what would happen if she
didn't. She was not not in the most comfortable of positions. I
knew that the usual way would be to have her kneeling between my
legs, but I didn't want to make it too easy for her. Her posture
also resulted in a nice view of her bum, albeit still in
knickers, for Ben and Shaun.

Her tongue lightly touched my cock. I ordered her to shut her
eyes and open her mouth wide, which she did. Carefully, I guided
her head down so her mouth took in the head of my stiff penis.
She gagged a little, but I allowed her time to get used to it,
getting her to explore it with her tongue and showing her how to
poke at the sensitive spots. I put her hand round the shaft and
demonstrated how she should rub it. I guided her other hand to my
balls and showed her how to gently play with them, the tips of
her fingers teasing the area between my balls and anus.

The excitement grew. I explained that she must swallow the cream
when it came. She must take everything in her mouth and not waste
a single drop. I couldn't hold back any longer. Pushing her a
little lower on my cock, I erupted, hot semen filling her little
mouth.

Abruptly, the young girl tossed her head back, grimacing,
receiving the rest of my load over her face. Some dribbled down
onto my knees and the carpet.

"Ugh! It tastes yucky!" she whined, wiping her mouth with the
back of her hand. She suddenly stopped and looked up with fear.

I tried to control my anger and spoke through clenched teeth.
"Lick up every last bit you stupid bitch!" I ordered. "How dare
you disobey me! I told you to swallow every drop!"

She looked around her as if realising for the first time what had
happened. I made her lick up every drop she could find. Pulling
her to me I made her lick the end of my cock clean. Her disgust
showed all over her face, but I didn't allow her to stop until
everything was cleaned up.

"Now go and get the hairbrush!"

She looked at me, her expression changing from disgust to terror.

"GET IT!" I shouted. She ran to the table and brought it to me,
already crying and begging me not to punish her.

"It's too late for that!" I snarled. "You were told what to do
and you made a mess of it! Now hands on your head!"

She obeyed, her tears running down her cheeks. I slid my hands
under her short skirt and cupped her bottom cheeks in my hands.
They felt so very big and soft. Looking her straight in the eyes,
I held the elastic waist band of her knickers and slowly started
to peel them down. "P..please don't sir" she cried pathetically.
"Shut up you silly girl! You deserve to get the hairbrush on your
bare bottom!" I pulled them to her ankles, took them off and
draped them over the back of my chair.

"Right, over you go!" I said, pulling her over my lap for the
third time.

I pulled her skirt right up and positioned her so her bum was
sticking out. Her large rosy pert buttocks appeared as two soft
peaches with a soft mysterious cleft running between them. I
explored them with my hand, fingers softly probing the soft moist
area between her thighs. Too young to possess any pubic hair, her
pink, smooth little pussy glistened tantalisingly at me.

Feely time over, I placed the back of the heavy wooden hairbrush
on her bottom. I lifted it high and whacked her hard right in the
centre. Her body jerked and she let out a loud scream. I held her
tighter and proceeded to administer another eleven hard slaps,
waiting a good few seconds between each one.

Lifting her off my knees I made her replace the brush and come
back to stand in front of me. I almost laughed out loud at the
sight of her wriggling. She had remembered the rule about not
rubbing better and the feel of her skirt against her sore bottom
was obviously hurting.

I caught Shaun's eye. He was next.

I sent the girl over to him and she stood meekly between his
legs, hands on head, a few tears still running down her face.

Shaun smiled and wiped the tears from her cheek. "Sore is it?" he
asked "Yes sir", she replied, her sobs easing. He stood up and
allowed her to lower his trousers and pants to the floor. His
prick was fully erect, slightly thinner than mine but a good inch
longer. He paused. "Let's get this skirt off shall we", he said
softly. She appeared for a split second to complain, but then
thought better of it and attempted no resistance as Shaun undid
the buttons on the side and deftly removed it. She was now naked
from the waist down, her beautiful bottom still red. Shaun patted
her thigh. The girl needed no prompting. She bent down as before
and took him into her mouth, one hand exploring his aching balls,
the other softly sliding up and down his shaft. She didn't have
to work very hard. Shaun's head fell backward, moaning with
pleasure as he came. The girl wobbled as she sought to keep her
balance. She had learned well and kept the head of Shaun's penis
in her mouth as he spent his load. A little trickle of sperm
escaped from the side of her mouth but she licked it back in
almost immediately. This time she managed to control herself and
made no noise as she swallowed what she had and sucked the last
drop from Shaun's fast softening prick.

I felt like clapping. "Good girl!" I said. I turned to Ben. "It's
amazing what a sore bottom can do for a young little cock-sucker
like her!"

Ben called her over. He was always last-and for a very good
reason. A huge muscular man, he had the most enormous dick I have
ever seen. I was interested to see how she'd cope.

Wasting no time, he unbuckled his belt by himself and dropped his
pants. The girl came and stood in front of him, still licking the
sticky semen from from her lips. The look on her face when she
saw Ben's penis was hilarious.

"C'mon you bitch, get on with it!" he ordered. He grabbed her by
the hair and pulled her right down. She opened her mouth and he
forced the head of his cock between her lips. I felt a little
sorry for her as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and
took the head in. Her eyes widened in fright. Her small hand was
hardly big enough to completely encircle his cock. Ben was too
randy to waste any time in niceties. Keeping hold of her head, he
thrust himself up and down. The girl fell forward a little,
finding it difficult to keep her balance. "Keep that bum sticking
up!" I warned her. She made small grunting sounds clearly having
problems accommodating Ben's swollen member. Her cheeks bulged
and she gagged as he pushed her down some more. With a loud cry
he came, pushing his exploding cock as far into her mouth as he
could. The girl panicked and tried to get up, but Ben held her
firmly. She struggled in terror as her throat filled with Ben's
hot semen. Ben continued to come, pushing his cock further down
to her throat.

She managed to twist her head round and pulled away from his
grasp, tumbling backwards, rivers of cum drooling from her mouth.
She lay on her side for a few seconds before looking up at Ben
with a terrified expression. Still gagging slightly, she
frantically licked up as much of the spent semen as possible,
tears running freely as she sought by making amends to somehow
avoid another beating. Ben lay back in the chair silent.
Panicking, she stuffed the end of his softening cock in her
mouth, her eyes silently pleading as she sucked him clean. He
pushed her off, pulled up his pants and trousers and watched with
amusement as the young girl attempted to lick all traces of his
cum from around her mouth, the chair and carpet.

"Stand up bitch!" he suddenly ordered.

She got to her feet, hands instinctively going to her bottom.

"S..sorry sir", she moaned plaintively. "Please don't hurt
me...I'm so sore..and I..". She dissolved into a loud fit of
sobbing.

Ben allowed her to cry for a moment before pulling her to him.
"Stop making that row you little idiot!" he shouted. The sobbing
eased up and she looked up, her eyes pleading for mercy.

"I'm giving you a choice you little slut!" he said. "You go to my
friend here for another ten with the brush, or I put you over my
knee and spank you for one minute!" He smiled. "You've got five
seconds to choose-or you get both!" He started to count "Five,
four, three, two..."

"The spanking, the spanking please sir!!" she cried out.

Ben looked happy. "Good. So get over my lap and stick that
naughty bottom up as much as you can!"

Shaking, she lay across his lap, head down. Adjusting his legs he
positioned her just as he wanted. I felt a bit sorry for her. I
wouldn't have used the brush as hard as before but Ben had large
tough hands which I knew from experience could hurt more than the
brush.

He wrapped one arm round her waist and held her tightly. With the
other, he explored her bum and thighs, delving deep between her
legs. She jerked slightly as his rough fingers found her pussy
lips. "Must take a closer look later." he muttered to himself.

Turning his attention to her bottom he parted the cheeks and
found her little puckered anus. Wetting his finger he slowly
started to push it inside. The girl tensed and tried to resist,
but all he did was push harder.

"S..sir" she wailed. "W..what are you doing ? " She squirmed but
his strong arm held her firmly. "I think you're going to be a
very busy little girl tomorrow! " he said removing his finger.

She didn't have chance to think about what he meant by this.
Roughly, he adjusted her position a little and parted her thighs
a little wider. He checked his watch. "One minute!" he said.

The first few spanks were delivered on her bottom and were so
hard that they took her breath away. He increased the speed
aiming lower and lower until he was spanking her thighs. Forcing
her to open her legs even more, he delivered a succession of hard
slaps to the inside of her thighs, which made her screaming take
on a new higher note. Her bottom took on a deep red colour as he
spanked her as fast and as hard as he could.

He checked his watch and stopped, panting slightly from the
exertion.

She wriggled, desperately trying to ease the pain in her sore
buttocks and thighs, but he held her until she started to calm
down.

I marched the sobbing girl to the corner and made her touch her
toes as before, while we had a few more drinks. Her tears fell
freely onto the carpet as she displayed her well chastised
posterior.

It was getting late.

As agreed beforehand I left the room telling her to follow me.
She obeyed, now only wearing white ankle socks and a white school
blouse, meekly following me upstairs to my room. Inside I pointed
to the ensuite bathroom and told her to go to the toilet.

I undressed and ran the shower.

"Take your blouse off and get in the shower with me!" She obeyed
without a murmur, stepping under the stream of warm water next to
me. The sight of her young naked silky smooth body made me hard
almost immediately. I washed myself then crouched down and soaped
her all over. MMy hand slid between her legs and gently stroked
her little pussy. Her eyes widened and gazed at me for a second,
a mixture of apprehension and bewilderment.

Turning her towards me I guided her soapy hands to my erection
and allowed her to rub slowly along its length. Her hands were so
very soft. I stopped her quickly not wanting to waste it.

In the bedroom I dried her with a large towel and produced a
short thin nightie for her. It was made of a soft white
see-through material and only just covered her bottom.

I yawned and lay down, signalling for her to join me. She lay
next to me not daring to say a word. Stroking her light brown
hair I kissed her lightly on the cheek.

"I think you know what you have to do before you go to sleep,
don't you?" I said softly, taking her little hand and moving it
down to my cock. "Do it nice and slowly and make sure you swallow
everything!" I pointed to the bedside table upon which lay a
hairbrush identical to the one downstairs. "I'm sure we can make
your bottom a bit redder if we want to!"

I turned her and pulled her on top of me so her face was buried
in my crotch, my head between her legs, my nose inches from her
succulent little pussy lips. I gently caressed her sore bottom,
my tongue occasionally feeling her soft little pussy buried
between.

She took my cock in her mouth and played her tongue over the tip,
her hands gently rubbing along its length and tickling my balls.
It only lasted a few minutes. I closed my eyes and surrendered
myself to the waves of climax that wracked my body. My cock
seemed to ejaculate for what seemed ages!

I heard the girl gasp as she sucked and slurped loudly, taking
care to swallow everything as per instructions. Finally I allowed
her to stop, but insisted that she sleep as she was, with her
little mouth only a few inches from my cock. My hand found a
sticky patch on the sheet. "It seems that you spilt some just
here", I said sleepily. "Remind me to spank you in the morning!
Okay?"

"Yes sir, sorry sir", she replied sweetly. I let my hand fall
gently on her thigh and drifted off to sleep.

About seven I woke and walked sleepily to the bathroom for a pee.
The girl was sleeping on her side, her legs slightly open. She
had changed position in the night and her head was on the pillow
next to mine. The sight of her pert rounded bottom had its usual
effect and I lay back down and slipped my hand between her
thighs. She didn't move so I explored further, gaining access to
her little pussy. My finger slowly eased its way in a little,
feeling her tiny clitoris at the top. She stirred and opened her
eyes. Judging from the mixed expressions on her face, it must
have taken a few seconds to remember where she was.

I kissed her lightly on her lips. "Morning little one", I said
softly. "Did you sleep well?" "Y..yes sir", she replied
hesitantly. My voice hardened a little."Do you remember me
telling you how you must sleep?" She looked scared and pulled
herself round so her head was back down near my crotch.

"You know what you have to do" I said, laying back and opening my
legs. "Get on with it then!" She moved into the same position as
before and for a few minutes I was blissfully unaware of anything
except for her soft mouth and hands bringing me to a shuddering
orgasm.

Having thus relieved myself, I ordered her to make the bed and
tidy up while I washed and shaved. Seeing that she'd finished I
told her to stand in the corner, hands on her head. She was
shifting from foot to foot and seemed to want to tell me
something. "What's the matter girl?" I called from the bathroom.
"I told you to keep still!" "Please sir", she replied
plaintively. "I have to go to the toilet really bad!" I smiled.
Let her wait.

"Well you'll just have to wait until I give you permission!" I
said coldly. "Won't do you any harm to learn a bit of bladder
control."

I continued my ablutions, aware of her discomfort.

After a few minutes, I emerged from the bathroom and finished
dressing. She was still fidgeting as she sought to control her
need to pee.

I sat on the edge of the bed and told her to come over.

"I think we have a bit of unfinished business, don't we?" I
asked, staring at her wide frightened eyes. "There's something
you have to remind me about isn't there?"

She looked at the ground. "Yes, sir " she replied in a quiet
voice. "You have to spank me."

I made her bring me the hairbrush, which she did, holding it as
though it burnt her hands.

I put her over my knee and lifted her nightie.

The sharp slaps of the brush sounded so loud in the room. She
wriggled frantically, her full bladder now competing with a
rapidly reddening bottom for her attention. After ten smacks I
allowed her to get up. the tears already on her cheeks. She was
really wriggling now, legs pressed together, desperate to go to
the loo.

"Stand still you silly girl!" I shouted. "Stop jumping around and
put your hands on your head!" With a tremendous effort she
stopped her gyrations and stood there, a picture of misery.

"Now listen! I have to go out for a few hours. I still haven't
punished you for not keeping your head where I told you to in
bed, and for not standing still. When I leave, you will go to the
other masters and ask them nicely to give you ten smacks each
with the brush. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir " she whispered miserably.

"You may now go to the toilet." I said quietly.

The tiny girl rushed to the loo and I heard her peeing for a good
minute.

Holding my jacket over my shoulder I took her hand and led her
out to the landing. I showed her the door opposite. "This is
Master Shaun's room. I think you'll find he's waiting for you." I
opened the door and pushed her inside. "Don't forget you have to
go to Master Ben's room afterwards!" I said grinning.

A few hours later I arrived back at the house. I heard voices
coming from the basement where we have the gymnasium and
dungeons. The gym was a large room fitted out with fitness
machines, weights, rowing machines, bicycles and electronic
jogging treadmills. I smiled as I surveyed the scene. They had
the girl on the treadmill, one wrist secured to the side via a
long thin chain. They had dressed her in a tight black leotard
made of thin stretchy material that had tucked itself deep
between her buttocks, outlining her large bottom perfectly. Shaun
was standing in front, hand on the controls. Ben was to one side,
tapping a short horse crop against her backside. He nodded to
Shaun who increased the speed. Ben lifted the crop and brought it
down hard on her uncovered thighs. No doubt saving her bum for
later, I thought, chuckling. She screamed and ran faster. I stood
for a moment enjoying the sweaty girl run, her eyes flitting
nervously between Shaun at the controls and the crop in Ben's
hand.

I went over and Shaun lowered the speed to a bearable jog while I
chatted. Shaun filled me in. "We had a very nice morning", he
said, grinning. "Quick blowjob, gave her a sore bum, then we made
her serve breakfast. She eat a few crumbs from the floor, then
washed up. We decided to give her a hygiene lesson, so spent
about one hour with her in the shower showing her where and how
to wash. Then toilet hygiene." Ben laughed. "We introduced her to
the bidet and showed her how to wash her anus and give herself an
enema after a crap!" They both chuckled. "Got the cleanest arse
in the world now!" he said, pointing at her plump bottom,
wobbling as she ran.

"Well, why don't you both go and check our 'toys'", I said, "and
I'll have a bit of fun here."

Ben nodded and looked at the bulge in my trousers. "Yeah, seems
like you need it!" He looked at the controls on the jogging
machine. "She's done about ten miles. I reckon she could easily
do another ten afterwards!" They both laughed and left me alone
with the girl.

I leaned over and slowed down the machine, undoing her chain..
She stopped running and leaned against the rail panting. I
stroked her hair and kissed her cheek lightly. "Come on" I said
as I led her off the machine. She looked exhausted, sweat running
down her face. Intrigued by the tight fit of her leotard, I ran
my hand over her front, lightly squeezing her pussy, nicely
outlined by the stretchy material. Bending her over I explored
her large bum, pushing the leotard even deeper between her
cheeks. I sat on one of the benches and took my trousers and
pants down. "Get on with it girl!" I said a bit more forcefully.
"You know what I want!"

She stood to attention in front of me and bent down as we'd shown
her. She was still slightly out of breath as she took my cock in
her mouth. I took her left hand and shoved it right under my
balls. Leaning back I watched her she sucked and massaged the
head of my penis with her tongue. I tapped her right hand which
was sliding up and down the shaft, indicating that she should
speed up. I came a few seconds later, filling her mouth. She
swallowed once and suddenly began to cough. I pushed her away not
wanting any stains on my clothes. She straightened up and
continued coughing, a stream of cum running down her chin and
dropping onto her leotard.

I pulled up my trousers and went over to the washbasin. "Here,
drink this!" I said giving her a glass of water. She drank it
quickly, her breathing returning to normal. "Okay now?" I asked,
smiling. She looked up, her soft brown eyes showing her
gratitude. "Yes sir, thank you sir", she replied sweetly.

I pointed to the large stain on the front of the leotard. "You've
been careless again, haven't you! I think we have to do something
about that." She wasn't sure exactly what I meant at first, but
was left in no doubt as I took her hand and led her over to the
far wall. There was a line of hooks from which were hanging an
impressive array of implements, from old worn plimsolls, paddles,
crops to wicked looking canes, and yes, a large wooden hairbrush.
I ran my hand over them, watching the girls eyes widen. "You know
something girl?" I said, "I do believe you need the cane!" My
hand stopped at a thin junior rattan cane. I took it off the hook
and bent it almost double.

I swished the cane through the air a few times, enjoying the look
on her face. No, I decided. It's very difficult to give a good
caning without bruising the skin, and I didn't want to do that
for the moment. I replaced the cane on its hook and took down the
old black plimsoll. The rubber sole had been worn completely
smooth through years of use.

I slapped it gently into the palm of my hand a few times.

"Right girl, we'll have you over there!" I said, pointing to a
low vaulting horse.

I ordered her over the horse until her feet were off the ground
and adjusted her position so her bum was at the perfect angle. It
looked almost as if it would burst through her tight leotard.

"You will receive twenty four slaps of the slipper." I said
quietly, the girl already sobbing.

"If you're crying after the twelfth, I will continue on your bare
bottom! Now be quiet and don't wriggle your bum!"

The plimsoll slapped down hard on her bottom with a satisfying
thwack. She gasped and shifted slightly to keep her balance.

I allowed about ten seconds between each slap, we weren't in a
hurry. By the twelfth she was clearly very sore but didn't cry. I
was proud of her. She was finally learning.

I gave her another six, a lot harder this time. She dug her nails
into the soft leather cover of the horse and clenched her teeth.
"You're doing very well!" I announced. "The last six will be on
your bare thighs and I expect complete silence from you. If you
start crying, you'll receive another six after that!"

The last six smacks were delivered in fast succession, three on
each thigh. She threw back her head and screamed. I thought for a
few seconds she was going to break down, but somehow she stopped
herself. I put the plimsoll back and slid her off the horse. Her
eyes brimmed with tears but she remained silent.

I crouched down and hugged her, my hand gently rubbing her
backside.

"Good girl", I said, smiling. "You took your punishment very
well!"

She wiped her eyes and looked at me, her expression showing a
flicker of pride.

After a few minutes rest, I made her get on the jogging machine
again and set it for five miles at a brisk trot. I didn't bother
with the chain.

"You're going to do another five miles, then come upstairs to the
living room! Do you understand?" "Yes sir" she replied, starting
to run as the belt built up speed. I went to see what Shaun and
Ben had found. I poured myself a drink and sat chatting to the
others. After about 20 minutes there was a timid knock at the
door.

I called in the girl and she entered slowly, her face red from
exertion, leotard shiny from her sweat.

"Go across to the toilet, wash your hands and face and come back
straight away!" I commanded, not even looking at her.

She returned after a few minutes and stood in front of me,
occasionally darting nervous glances at Ben.

"Listen carefully!" I said quietly. "Up to now you've learned how
to please men using your mouth and hands." She looked down,
embarrassed.

"However, there are other things that little girls can use. Today
we're going to start getting your bottom ready!" She looked up,
frightened. I guessed what she was thinking. "No, it doesn't mean
we're going to spank you again. It's not the outside of your
bottom this time, it's the inside we're going to look at!"

She looked at me blankly.

"Take that smelly leotard off! Come on!" I ordered. Hesitantly at
first, she pulled it off and held it in front of her, covering
her privates.

I pulled her to me and slapped her bottom hard. "If you ever do
that again girl, I promise you you'll go straight to the study
for a good caning!" I shouted. "When I tell you to take something
off, you fold it neatly and put it down somewhere, then stand
with your hands by your side or on your head, wherever I tell
you. Understand?"

"Yes sir." she replied, pouting, her eyes downcast. I pointed to
the black case that Shaun was holding. "Bring me that case!" She
obeyed and I opened it, displaying a wide variety of dildos and
butt-plugs, aranged in order of size.

She stood in front of us, hands now by her sides, completely
naked. Her buttocks were rosy pink from the slippering.

I took a small dildo from the case and showed it to her."This is
called a dildo and it goes in your bottom." I didn't see why I
should explain. I picked up a small black butt-plug.

"This is called a butt-plug and you have to keep it in your
bottom when we tell you." She gazed at the objects, not
understanding.

"It feels a bit strange at first, but it will only hurt if you
fight it. If you relax, it won't be painful!" I made her go down
on all fours, her bottom towards us, then showed her how to lower
her head and upper body to the floor, resting her forearms on the
floor with the elbows sticking out and hands on her knees. She
stuck her bottom up high, her legs about twelve inches apart.

We surveyed the sight before us, one large juicy bum with a soft
moist pussy peeping cheekily from between her legs.

I pulled her a little closer to me, making sure that she held her
position. Carefully, I spread some KY over my index finger and,
easing her bottom cheeks apart with my left hand, I started to
push my finger into her small anus. She flinched and clenched her
bottom. "P..please sir..please don't." she whined.

"Remember what I told you!" I said sharply. "If you start moaning
and making a fuss, you'll get the cane, and I assure you that it
hurts a lot more than the hairbrush!"

I pushed my finger in as far it went and wriggled it around.

"Hmm..I think she can take the second dildo for starters." I
said, reaching for the box. I withdrew my finger and lubricated
the dildo with some cream.

"Now just relax your bottom!" I ordered the frightened girl. "It
feels a bit strange, but it only hurts if you try and stop it
going in!"

I teased her with the tip and slowly eased it in right to the
end. She obviously didn't like it one bit and started to cry.

"Don't be such a baby!" I said. "That's nothing compared to what
you've got coming next!" I turned to Ben "I reckon she can take
bigger tan this!"

I pulled the dildo out of her arse and reached for a slightly
thicker dildo in the shape of a penis. I had to push a bit harder
to make this one go in and was halfway in when she suddenly
clenched her buttocks hard.

"Ow..sir, it feels horrible!" she cried.

"I said to relax!" I said softly. "Don't push it out.. Let it
slide all the way in!" She seemed to try for a second and I
pushed it in a bit further. All at once she cried out and moved
forward, clenching her cheeks and pushing the dildo back out.

I sighed. "Well young lady, you've just earned yourself six of
the best", I said sadly. "We'll try one last time and if you push
it out again, I'll double it to twelve!"

The girl sobbed silently as I inserted the dildo once more and
pushed it in up to the hilt, a good six inches. I kept my hand
still for a few seconds to allow her to get used to the feel of
it inside her, then started to ease it in and out, slowly at
first, and then faster. She fought to keep her balance as I
pushed it in harder.

After a few minutes of this, I removed the dildo and told her to
get up.

"Good girl. You see it wasn't so bad was it?" I smiled. She stood
silently, wriggling a little.

"Take these dildos to the bathroom and clean them!" I ordered.
"Dry them properly and hurry back. You've got five minutes!" She
scooped up the soiled dildos and ran upstairs, anxiously eager to
please.

She returned after a few minutes and I showed her where to place
them in the box.

"We'll try the butt-plugs a bit later." I announced. "I think we
have a little disciplinary matter to sort out first!" I pointed
to the table upon which I'd placed a thin cane. "Bring the cane
here girl!" She looked at the cane in dismay, obviously thinking
I may not have been serious before. Slowly she picked it up and
brought it to me, tears already filling her eyes.

I held it between my hands and bent it a few times. It was an old
junior cane used in prep schools. I'd softened the end to avoid
too much bruising. "Normally you would bend over a desk or
chair," I said to the nervous girl. "However I don't intend this
to be too severe, merely a taste of what a caning is like. You
will bend over and touch your toes!"

She obeyed reluctantly, tears running down her face. "Please sir,
I'm sorry. Please don't cane me."

"Shut up or you'll get extra strokes!" I said coldly, flicking
her plump bottom with the cane as I positioned her exactly how I
wanted. Her large backside seem to fill the room as I made her
open her legs a little more and stick her bum out as much as
possible. I glanced at Ben and Shaun. The sight of the naked girl
in a classic position for caning was certainly a most
entertaining spectacle. I noticed the bulges in their trousers.
"I think I know what's next on the agenda!" I said smiling. "For
goodness sake get on with it!" said Ben laughing. "If she doesn't
blow me soon I'll go mad!" I turned my attention back to the
trembling girl, making her stick her bum out a little more. "You
will now receive six strokes of the cane." I announced formally.
"Extra strokes will be given for moving your hands, not keeping
in position, or making a fuss. We will now begin."

I positioned myself to her left and rested the cane across the
exact middle of her buttocks.

Taking aim I swished the cane through the air and hit the target
spot on. The girl jumped and screamed. "Owww..sir...owwww", her
sobbing intensifying.

I aimed the second stroke just below the first and put a little
more force into it. There was a satisfying 'crack' and she
screamed again as the pain hit her. Unable to stop herself, she
jumped up and grabbed her bottom with both hands. "Owww sir!
Please no more! It hurts so much!" she cried out, tears running
down her face.

I looked at her furiously. "It's meant to hurt you silly little
girl!" I said icily. "For standing up and for making a fuss, you
will receive two extra strokes. Now BEND OVER!"

She obeyed slowly, letting go of her bum and touching her toes as
she'd been shown.

The next few strokes were of the same intensity and left thin
reddening weals across both buttocks. She somehow found the
willpower to remain bent over, albeit with a lot of sobbing.

The last two strokes were given in quick succession, both aimed
at the top of her thighs-a most sensitive place. She screamed and
wriggled furiously, her hands white with effort as she grabbed
her ankles hard in an attempt to stop herself from getting up.

I waited for her to stop wriggling and allowed her to stand. "Put
the cane back on the table!" I ordered, placing it in her sweaty
trembling hand. Her bum had eight red stripes crisscrossing it.
She must have desperately wanted to rub it better but she managed
to stop herself.

She stood in front of me, looking at the ground, a picture of
misery. I pulled her close to me and dried her tears. "That
really wasn't a hard caning you know." I said, lifting her chin
up gently. "I didn't want to bruise you. Next time it will be a
lot harder. "

I turned her round. "Bend over and put your hands on your knees!"
She looked round in fear. "No, I'm not going to cane you again."
I said smiling. I picked up a small black butt-plug and smeared
the end with some cream. "This isn't as long as the dildos." I
explained, putting the tip against her small anus. "It will feel
uncomfortable for a few minutes, but you'll get used to it." I
pushed it in hard and felt her resist slightly. "Don't push it
out!" I told her. "It has got to stay in all the time!" I rammed
it home and ordered her to stand up. "You keep it in until we
give you permission to remove it. If you feel it's coming out,
you push it back in immediately and tell me!" I laughed. "Then
we'll move up to the next size."

I made sure it was in correctly, then pulled her round so she was
facing me. "I think Master Ben requires your attention!" I said,
smiling at Ben, who quickly pulled his trousers and pants down to
the floor. The girl had learned well and wasted no time, her
throbbing buttocks no doubt reminding her of the consequences of
failure. She bent down in front of him and gobbled greedily, her
mouth ungulfing the huge tip of his penis firmly as her hands
rubbed and caressed him to orgasm. She gagged slightly when he
came, but managed to swallow everything without spilling a drop.
Carefully, she licked around his softening member for a while,
ensuring that every last trace of cum had been removed. She
glanced up at Ben nervously. Ben smiled. "Not bad. Not bad at
all." He closed his eyes sleepily.

She moved over to Shaun, briefly looking again at Ben, relieved
at having escaped unscathed. Shaun wasted no time and lay back in
ecstasy as she took his shaft in her mouth. As she started I
knelt behind her and prodded the butt-plug. It seemed firmly in
position. My hand moved down between her legs lightly brushing
her pussy lips. She jerked slightly but carried on giving Shaun
her full attention. I stroked her pussy for a few seconds before
gently pushing my finger deeper, gaining access to her tiny
clitoris. Her breathing grew heavier as she felt strange waves of
tingling excitement course through her body. I caressed her clit
a little harder, moving my finger in time with her own rythmic
motions as she sucked Shaun's cock. I heard a small moan of
pleasure from her throat as she clenched her buttocks, seconds
away from orgasm. They came together, Shaun's hot cum filling her
mouth as she pressed her thighs together, shuddering as the
intense orgasm wracked her young body. Her mouth opened as she
cried out, dripping semen over Shaun's legs. For a few seconds
she remained motionless as her brain struggled to cope with the
fact that she'd orgasmed and the steady trickle of sperm down
Shaun's leg. Realising the consequences of this, she frantically
licked up all she could while glancing around at us to see what
our reaction would be.

I looked at her licking the last traces of cum from the carpet
and ordered her up. She stood, shivering slightly as we surveyed
her naked body.

"You disgusting little slut!" I said icily. "Not only do you dare
to allow yourself to orgasm without permission, you cannot even
service your master without making a mess!" I didn't dwell on the
fact that she'd orgasmed. She would learn in due course about
such things.

She bowed her head and started to cry again. Ben, having watched
the proceedings stood up and placed a hand on her shoulder. " I
think you should come down to the gym with me!" he said sternly.
I felt a twinge of pity for the girl. She had to be punished, but
I knew Ben well and guessed what he had in mind. We'd often
discussed the punishments appropriate for young girls' sexual
misdemeanours and I knew full well what he meant to do.

The girl looked at me pleadingly as Ben marched her out of the
room. I asked Ben what he was going to do. "Half an hour's hard
running" He replied with a wicked grin. He paused. "Then a pussy
whipping." I nodded in agreement and they left the room, the girl
already crying.

I chatted to Shaun for the next thirty minutes, then we made our
way down to the gym. The young girl was on the jogging machine
running for all she was worth. Sweat ran down her young naked
body as Ben encouraged her with occasional sharp taps with the
crop. Seeing us, he stopped the machine and ordered her to step
down. She staggered off and fell to her knees exhausted.

Ben meanwhile positioned a high padded bench at right angles to
the wall just underneath some small hoops. "Up girl!" he shouted.
The poor wretch pulled herself up and looked at us fearfully. Lie
on the bench you slut!" he commanded, raising the whip. She ran
to the bench and lay down, possibly thinking that we were
allowing her to rest.

Ben produced a wide leather belt which he used to secure her
firmly to the bench. Her eyes widened in fear. "Please sir, what
are you doing?" she asked, her voice quivering. Ben, ignoring her
pleas, took two lengths of rope which he used to tie her hands to
a low hoop in the wall. Asking Shaun and myself to give him a
hand he then put a leather strap round each ankle, each with a
metal ring attached. Any fear she had must have had increased
dramatically as we attached long chains to the rings and ran them
through two high loops in the wall. Enjoying the expression on
her face, we gently pulled the chains down, lifting her legs up
and apart, back over her head. We continued until it was
impossible to go any further, and placed small bars through the
hoops to hold the chains in position.

From the front she was a sight to behold. Her pussy and most of
her arse were now completely exposed, the black butt-plug adding
a comical touch. She looked at us in terror, not knowing what we
would do.

"Well young lady", I announced. "You're about to find out what
happens to little girls who have orgasms without permission!" I
nodded to Ben who held up a long soft leather strap for her to
see.

"You're going to have what we call a pussy whipping. You'll
receive six on your pussy, then another six with your pussy lips
open."

I moved out of the way as Ben took up position, smiling at the
look of horror on the girl's face. Ben wrapped the end of the
strap around his hand and allowed the other end to brush her
sweaty little pussy. Measuring the distance, he raised his hand
and brought the belt down with a swift crack. There was a tiny
pause before her scream of pain echoed around the gym. The right
side of her pubic mound was already turning red. He aimed the
second stroke carefully and was pleased when the belt cracked her
hard right in the middle. The girl writhed in agony, her pussy on
fire.

After the sixth stroke Ben paused for a few minutes while Shaun
and I attached a few clamps to her sore pussy lips. The clamps
were connected to thin chains which we held each side, pulling
them gently to open her pussy as wide as possible. We ignored the
crying from the girl and looked at Ben. He grinned again and ran
his rough hand over her labia, making her squirm. "Let's see if I
can get her clit!" he said, raising his arm.

The girl screamed as she was taken to levels of pain she never
knew existed. The belt caught her clitoris a few times making her
wriggle uncontrollably. After the last stroke had fallen, I spent
a few minutes calming her and gently bathed her pussy with some
ice-cold water I'd brought down. I mopped her brow and kissed her
gently on her cheek, wiping tears away as she sobbed.

Placing a cold wet towel over her sore, swollen pussy I followed
the others back upstairs for a drink. We left her in position for
about an hour before removing the restraints and lowering her
legs. I ordered her off the bench and sent her upstairs. She
hobbled along on tip toe, her sore pubic area making it painful
to walk.

In the living room we all inspected her closely while she stood
still, hands on head, her eyes red from crying. She looked so
miserable I felt sorry for her. "Come on little one." I said
putting my arm round her. "I think you've had enough for today."
I gently drew her out of the room and up the stairs. I made her
get into the shower, removed her butt-plug and delicately washed
her all over. "You're having an early night!" I said, smiling.
"Put on your nightie and I'll bring you something to eat." Her
eyes opened wide at this act of kindness and I kissed her on her
cheek.

I returned after about ten minutes with some sandwiches and a
large glass of milk. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and
was obviously starving from the way she devoured the food. I
allowed her to finish and ordered her to lie down and open her
legs wide. "Don't worry," I told her smiling. "I just want to
make sure everything's okay."

I ran my fingers slowly over her sore pussy. It was red but would
probably be perfectly alright by the next day. I pulled her
nightie back down and lay on the bed beside her. She smelt so
fresh after her shower. I felt myself getting hard and she must
have noticed for she looked at me nervously and moved her hand to
my trousers as she'd been taught. "Do I have to suck it sir?" she
asked sweetly. I got up. "Not just now. Go to sleep and I'll come
and see you later."

Ben and Shaun were watching television when I came downstairs.
"Think we overdid it a bit?" asked Shaun. I had to admit that
she'd had a busy day! "I'll leave her to sleep, then we'll see
tomorrow." I replied. "I reckon she can take plenty more
punishment!" We all laughed and discussed our plans for the next
day.

It was around midnight when I went to bed. I felt the young girl
under the sheets next to me. Pulling back the covers I flicked up
her nightie and had a quick look. Her pussy was still a little
red but would be back to normal by tomorrow. The stripes on her
bum had almost vanished too. What a lot of fuss she'd made. I
smiled to myself when I thought of the 'real' canings she had
coming!

I was already hard and didn't see why she shouldn't service me
before I went to sleep. Slipping my hand back between her legs I
tickled her gently until she opened her eyes. I lightly kissed
her neck and stroked her hair. "Wake up girl!" I ordered quietly.
"Get your head down where it should be!" She blinked and slowly
turned so she had her head down at my groin and her legs either
side of my head. I stroked her beautiful bum, loosing myself in
pleasure as I felt her small hot lips encircle the tip of my
cock, her tiny hands teasing my shaft and balls as I'd shown her.
It lasted only a few minutes. She kept it in her mouth until it
was soft again, licking the last few drops of cum that appeared.
Remembering her instructions she stayed in position until told to
move, her hands continuing to caress me. I suddenly had an idea.
"Stand up girl!"I said. "Take off your nightie!" She obeyed
without hesitating for a second. She's finally learning,I
thought. "You will now go to Master Shaun's room, then Master
Ben." I informed her, enjoying her anxious look. "When you've
finished you come straight back, understand?" She looked up, her
brown eyes full of worry. "Yes sir" she replied. I pushed her out
of the bedroom door and suddenly had a thought. "You may tell
them from me that they are not to punish you any more tonight."
She looked at me thankfully. "Is that clear?" "Yes sir, thank you
sir". she answered. I tapped on Shaun's door and gently pushed
her inside.

I must have fallen asleep. The next thing I knew was the door
opening and the girl going to the bathroom. I looked at my watch.
She'd been gone about an hour. When she came back to bed I could
see she was upset. A few tears still remained on her cheeks.

"Tell me why you're crying!" I asked her, a little angry at being
roused at this hour. She glanced at me, clearly embarrassed.
"Please sir, Master Ben made me lick his bottom hole." she said
quietly. "He made me stick my tongue right in-it was horrible!"
She paused. "He was angry with me because he said I didn't do it
right, then I had to suck his..his..thing" she continued. "His
penis!" I reminded her. "Yes sir, sorry sir. I did try so hard
sir, but I dropped some on his tummy and he's so very angry and
he says I have to go to him tomorrow for my spanking." She wiped
a tear away. "Sir, Master Ben spanks so hard, please could you
ask him not to?" She looked at me hopefully. I was shocked at her
impertinence. "You clearly deserve a good spanking for your
insolence young lady!" Her eyes filled with tears again. "The act
you referred to is called 'rimming' and you should certainly
learn how to do it correctly. Master Ben was quite correct in
making you do it. Secondly, by now you should know how to service
a master without spilling a single drop!" I looked at her icily.
"I think we need to discuss this further tomorrow! Now get your
head down where it should be and go to sleep. One more word from
you and it's the hairbrush!"

I pushed the girl round and went back to sleep, the girl holding
my cock gently, her mouth just touching the tip.

The next morning was much as before.As I made my way downstairs
to breakfast I paused for a few seconds outside Ben's door. From
within came the sound of a plaintive little voice followed by
Ben's harsh tones. A loud crack of the hairbrush broke the
momentary silence as Ben administered the punishment owed from
last night. I noted with satisfaction that he didn't stop at
twelve. I had already mentioned the girl's cheeky request and he
clearly had no intention of letting it go unpunished.

Twenty minutes later she entered the kitchen and I saw that Ben
had been busy.He had dressed her in a small leather waistcoat/bra
(totally unnecesarry given her tender age) and a fiercesome
looking g-string that hugged her little pussy tightly before
disappearing into the crack between her buttocks. Her bottom was
well reddened from Ben's hairbrush and she still had tears on her
cheeks as she busied herself with her chores. Her breakfast
consisted of scraps left from our plates which she ate only when
we had all finished.

Now her initial 'breaking in' period was over we decided to get
her into a stable routine. At 5.30 am she was to rise and
commence her cleaning duties around the house, vacuuming,
dusting, polishing etc. At precisely 6.45 she would shower and
prepare herself for servicing her masters as they awoke, their
plans for the morning having been decided the previous day.
Following breakfast she would undergo a period of inspection
followed by long PE sessions in the gym to keep her body toned.
Saun, ever the frustrated teacher, had announced that she should
spend at least two hours each afternoon in the classroom. Fitted
with a blackboard, old school desk and piles of dusty books, the
small room also boasted an impressive array of canes, paddles and
slippers hanging up next to the masters' desk.

Ben declared himself to be in charge of her sessions in the gym,
and had already written a timetable for the various exercises,
including aerobic, anaerobic, stamina tests, ballet and
gymnastics.

We also introduced a 'review' each evening in which we assessed
her peformance for that day. Good points were balanced against
bad and appropriate action taken. This could be anything from a
severe caning on one extreme to extra rest periods and food on
the other.

Evenings were kept free for her sexual education. She learned how
to service us with both hands tied behind her back, using only
her lips, mouth, tongue, teeth and nose to bring us to orgasm. As
encouragement, she was given two minutes to complete the act, one
stroke of the cane being awarded for each additional minute she
took.

In order that she should learn to control her own sexual
responses, we gave her regular arousal tests in which she had to
stand naked and blindfolded, hands on her head. I gently opened
her pussy lips and, after ensuring she was not already wet,
inserted a piece of tissue and left it for one minute to see how
much moisture was produced. A fresh piece of tissue was inserted
and then I gently caressed her nipples for sixty seconds, the
tissue then checked for any dampness. This process was repeated
while caressing her anus, pussy, and finally her little clitoris.
It was always the latter that had the most effect. She tried hard
but after only ten seconds of my finger teasing her clit, her
breathing would quicken and the tissue was hardly needed since I
could feel my fingers getting wetter. Fortunately for her she
didn't orgasm, the memory of her pussy whipping still fresh in
her mind, but nevertheless, her failure usually resulted in a
long and painful slippering.

Hygiene was of paramount importance and at the command "Bottom
inspection", she stopped whatever she was doing and clambered
onto the table, head down, bum stuck up for us to examine. Any
butt-plugs were removed and checked. Her pussy was checked for
wetness and cleanliness.Her anus was thoroughly inspected and a
finger inserted. If the finger was not spotless she was ordered
to go and clean herself immediately. Nothing more was said until
the review session later when she'd be sentenced to a caning.

The first time this happened was only a few days after her pussy
whipping. Formal canings were always given in the study and the
girl had to wear her school uniform. She entered the study at
exactly 8pm having completed her homework from Shaun's lessons.
She had been informed earlier that she would be caned. A quick
inspection after lunch had revealed her butt-plug to be slightly
soiled.

Nervously she stood in front of the desk. She remembered her
first caning a few days before and was trembling. "You know why
you're here." I said sternly. You will receive six strokes of the
cane as punishment for failing to respect the rules on personal
hygiene. Remove your skirt and take your knickers off!"

Shaun and Ben looked on with obvious satisfaction as the young
girl removed her short grey pleated skirt and laid it neatly over
the back of the chair. Her hands were shaking as she started to
slide her tight navy blue knickers down over her large pert
behind. She stepped out of them and placed them carefully on top
of her skirt. There were already tears in her eyes. I picked up
the cane and bent it almost double, enjoying the look of terror
on her face. I pointed to a smallish school desk near the wall.
"Bend over the desk and hold the edge firmly." I informed her."
Stick your bottom out and don't move!" She did as I said, her
trembling hands gripping the side of the desk, arching her back
and sticking her bum well up in a futile attempt to please us.

I stood to one side and tapped her trembling buttocks a few times
with the cane as I adjusted her position. I took aim and lifted
the cane high. I intended this to be a 'proper' caning, not the
light swishing I'd given her before. The first stroke landed low,
right at the edge of her thighs. She threw her head back and
screamed before breaking into floods of tears. "Sir..please
sir..don't sir..oh please not again sir.." she wailed. I noticed
with some satisfaction the red weal appearing on her skin. The
edges had a hint of blue, indicating the bruising that would
follow. The second stroke landed just above the first. The girl
sobbed uncontrollably, her knuckles white as she gripped the desk
ever harder, her bum wriggling as she sought to cope with the
pain. I waited for her to settle down and lift her bum up again.
This was far more painful than the 'light' caning she'd received
in the living room. Her face was screwed up and her teeth
clenched as she sobbed, tears dropping onto the desk. With a
resounding swish-crack, the third stroke caught her hard across
the middle of her bum. The girl jumped as if struck by
electricity. With a resounding scream she twisted sideways and
fell off the desk onto the floor where she lay on her side, hands
clasped tightly to her seared buttocks. I gazed coldly at the
small blubbering girl on the carpet. She was a mess, a trickle of
snot from her nose running down to mix with her tears. "Get up
this instant!" I ordered the shivering wretch. She got to her
knees, hands still grasping her behind. "Please sir..please..oh
no more..please sir.." she wined pathetically, struggling to her
feet. "I promise I'll wash my bottom more often..Promise sir!"
she continued her entreaties. I decided to allow her some time to
calm down. "Right girl, go and stand in that corner!" I ordered.
"Hands on your head!!" I shouted, slapping her right buttock
hard.

We left the girl in the corner and went to the living room for a
drink. After about twenty minutes we came back to find the girl
had stopped crying. A few little sobs escaped but she had clearly
regained some composure. Three livid red weals ran across her
buttocks, small patches of bruised flesh appearing at the ends.
"Turn round and face me!" I ordered. She stood in front of us a
picture of misery. "For not remaining in position and for making
such a ridiculous fuss you will receive an extra six strokes!" I
paused, watching the look of terror and disbelief on her face. I
continued, "However, since this is your first offical caning, I
have decided to postpone your additional punishment until your
bottom has recovered. Now, bend over!"

Moving as if she was in a dream, the little girl bent over the
desk again, her sobbing resumed. I meant to make her remember the
last three strokes for a long time. Flicking her bum with the
cane, getting it well up, I brought it down hard on her sweaty
buttocks, neatly criss-crossing the three weals already there. I
ordered her to stop wriggling so much, tapping the back of her
thighs to get the message across. The last two strokes were given
in quick succession and were aimed at the top of her bum. She
screamed for all she was worth, her backside on fire. We stood
back and admired the pattern of red and blue lines I'd created.
Sternly I ordered her up and sent her to the bathroom to wash her
face. She returned, still knickerless, her thrashed bottom making
each step painful. We made her follow us to the living room where
we examined her buttocks closely. She stood meekly before us,
hands on head, flinching as I examined each weal, running my hand
over the swollen flesh.

"The bruises will probably take a week to go." I said to the
others. "As soon as her bum is back to normal, she goes straight
to the study for another six!" We laughed at the thought. I
turned to Ben. "Did we finish her review?"

"I completely forgot" said Ben, starting to laugh. "She was
supposed to be punished for leaving the kitchen messy this
morning" I remembered that Ben had called her down to the gym
immediately after breakfast and she hadn't had time to finish her
cleaning. Next time she'd be a bit faster. "Bring me the
hairbrush girl!" I commanded, not even looking at her. She obeyed
without a murmur. Her eyes were full of tears again as she handed
me the heavy wooden brush. "Please sir.please sir, I'm so sore
sir.." she begged. "You left the kitchen in an unacceptable state
this morning." I said coldly. "For that you will receive twelve
with the brush. Now get over my lap!" The poor girl obeyed,
draping herself across my knees and lifting her rear end up. "I
really don't think your bottom can take any more punishment." I
said softly. I parted her legs a bit more and rested the hair
brush on the back of her thigh. "Fortunately, you have ample room
on the back of your legs!" I lifted the brush and slapped it down
hard just below where her bottom started. She cried out and
wriggled frantically. "For goodness sake girl, anyone would think
you'd never had the brush before!" I shouted, holding her firmly.
"You have to learn to take your punishments without all this
wriggling!" I slapped the brush down a few more times. The skin
was already turning a deep crimson. She cried out and kicked her
legs about. The backs of her legs were new to the brush and
obviously extremely sensitive. I held her down and spoke firmly.
"Listen carefully! If you don't stop moving your legs you'll go
downstairs for a pussy whipping! Is that what you want?" The
effect was amazing. She immediately ceased her gyrations and lay
quite still. I finished with some really hard slaps, the sound
echoing around the room like gunshots. I stood her up and admired
my handiwork. "I reckon she deserves a good pussy whipping as
well!" said Ben smiling. The little girl looked at me in terror,
her eyes pleading. ""Oh no sir..please not that…I'll be a good
girl..really sir..please not a pussy whipping..please.." I
signalled for to shut up. "I think you've had quite enough for
now." I remarked. "Trouble is" I continued, smiling at
Shaun,"Where else can we punish her?"

Shaun laughed and went to the sideboard. Opening a drawer he
pulled out an old tawse, its end split into two. "I haven't used
this for ages." He said, feeling the thick leather. "Designed for
use on hands and bottoms." He chuckled and put it back. "You know
where it is should you require it."

I looked at the young girl, standing to attention, trying
desperately not to draw attention to herself. "Okay then, no
pussy whippings today". I couldn't help smiling at her look of
relief. "Though, talking of pussy…" I drew her closer to me. "I
haven't checked yours for a while have I?" I patted her thigh
gently. "Pussy inspection! Come on girl" She lay down on the
floor in front of me and lifted her legs up to her chest, her
hands gripping the backs of her knees. I made her open her legs
wider until I was satisfied. She positioned herself so her bum
was close to my legs, giving me a clear view down between her
legs. Her lovely sweet young pussy was glistening in front of me,
its smooth juicy pink lips shining. I stroked the outside gently
and watched the little girl shiver. Parting the two pink lips I
examined further. "You seem rather wet in here!" I said sternly.
She looked up, scared and confused. I realised it was a
combination of sweat and her own natural juices but why not play
with her a bit? "I do hope you're not being naughty!" She looked
at me, fear in her eyes. "No sir..honest sir….please sir..sorry
sir.." I patted her thigh to show I wasn't angry. Easing her
pussy lips apart I exposed her little red cherry for all to see.
I pushed my finger deeper until she started to squirm. "Tight is
it?" I said, glancing at the others. "I think we'll have to have
a closer look at this soon. Little girls should learn what their
cherries are for! " I tickled her pussy and told her to get up.

I looked at my watch. It was getting late. "Right girl, go
upstairs, have a shower and come straight back!" She slipped out
and ran up the stairs. I poured us all large whiskies. When she
came down she had her nightie on. It barely covered her bum and a
few weals were clearly visible as well as her red thighs. She
stood before us timidly, her eyes downcast. "I can't remember
telling you to put your nightie on girl!" I said quietly, winking
at the others. She looked scared and confused. "Please
sir..I..I'm sorry sir..I thought I should put it on sir." she
stammered. "Well you were wrong weren't you. Take it off at
once!" I ordered. She obeyed immediately and stood before us
completely naked, shivering slightly. I made her kneel, put her
hands behind her back and tied them with some soft cord. Ben
winked and slid his pants down. We all had hard ons but Ben was
obviously close to bursting point. "You have two minutes girl!" I
said sternly. "Each minute you take after that results in one
stroke of the cane..or ….perhaps under the circumstances.. " I
looked at the weals covering her behind. "Under the
circumstances, you will have one whip on your pussy!" The young
girl was obviously shaken at hearing this but she had no time to
react as I pushed her gently to Ben, who leaned back comfortably
in his armchair, legs wide open. "I'm starting to time you
from…now!" I said, looking at my watch. We watched in amusement
as the poor girl bobbed her head about trying to get the end of
Ben's large cock in her mouth. Much harder wihen she can't use
her hands, I thought. She finally succeeded and began to gobble
furiously, moving her head backwards and forwards as she sought
to accommodate his swollen member. Fortunately for the girl, Ben
didn't need much help. After only one minute he came, thrusting
himself forward. His penis pushed her back and she gagged as her
mouth filled with hot cum. She'd learned well over the last few
days and managed to keep his prick in her mouth until it
softened. I gently took her by the shoulders over to Shaun who,
in a similar predicament, wasted no time but pulled the girl's
head down onto his stiff cock.

Like Ben, he saved the girl from a pussy whipping by coming just
under two minutes. She licked him clean and kept his prick in her
mouth until given permission to stand.

Untying her hands I ordered her to go upstairs and wait for me in
bed. She obeyed, thankful to have escaped punishment. When I
entered the bedroom she was lying under the sheets, her eyes
nervously searching my face for any signs of displeasure. I felt
a twinge of pity. I undressed and lay beside her, my hands gently
caressing her all over. Signalling to her to get in the usual
position, I opened my legs and relaxed while she nuzzled my cock,
her legs either side of my head. I gently stroked her buttocks
and thighs, tracing the raised weals criss-crossing her bum. My
tongue sought her soft pussy and I adjusted my position to allow
me easier access. I slowly licked her moist pussy lips and
planted a light kiss in the middle, seeking her small clitoris
with my tongue. I felt her shudder and clench her buttocks as my
tongue probed deeper. "You've had a very hard day haven't you?" I
asked, not expecting an answer. "Tonight I'm going to allow you
to have an orgasm" I continued, "Just relax and let yourself go!"

I continued to caress her thighs as my tongue began exploring her
pussy, occasionally teasing her swollen clitoris. My fingers
slowly parted her bottom cheeks and gently tickled her anus,
slowly pushing inside. I felt her start to stiffen and felt her
legs try and close. Sticking my finger deep inside her anus, I
flicked my tongue back and forth across her little clit. Her
breathing now fast and furious she tensed her whole body and came
to orgasm. It lasted about twenty seconds. I felt her body relax,
her juices running down over my mouth. I allowed her a minute to
recover before ordering her to the bathroom to wash.

She returned and stood at the side of the bed, uncertain of what
to do. I ordered her to bend over and, realising what she must
think I wanted to do, assured her that she would not be spanked.
I took a large tube of KY and started to lubricate her anus,
gently pushing first one, then two and three fingers inside.
Applying a bit more KY, I ordered her to kneel on the side of the
bed, head down, bum up. She seemed mystified at first, expecting
the familiar feel of a rubber butt-plug, but was left in no doubt
as what was to happen as I gripped her waist and started to push
my cock into her. The training with dildos and butt-plugs had
prepared her, but she still flinched as I pushed in as far as I
could. The tight grip around my penis was ecstatic and I came
after less than a minute. Pulling out, I turned her around and
made her suck my rapidly softening member for another few
minutes. Exhausted I lay down and commanded the girl to go and
wash herself. When she returned, I placed her in the normal
position, her mouth gently teasing my prick until I fell asleep.

The next morning I stopped her as she was going to service Ben
and Shaun. "This time you will go in and say 'Please sir, my
bottom is ready for your pleasure,' and you will adopt the same
position as last night! Is that clear girl?" She looked nervously
down at the ground. "Yes sir!" she replied sweetly. "Only sir.."
She looked up scared. "What about Master Ben sir? He's so..big
sir!" I smiled. "I'm sure you'll manage!" I said, grinning. "Now
be off with you before I have to use the hairbrush! She left the
room and went to Shaun.

Shaun came down to breakfast twenty minutes later, a big smile on
his face. "What a great wake-up call!" he said. "Lovely tight
arse she's got!" Ben didn't appear for a while. When he did, he
was closely followed by the girl, her eyes red from crying and
walking very carefully. As she busied herself with her chores,
Ben helped himself to toast. "Half a tube of KY I had to use on
her bloody arse!" he chuckled. "Even then I couldn't get it all
in. I gave her twelve with the hairbrush for that!" he said,
laughing. "Anyway, I've stuck a bigger butt-plug up her bum and
I'll have another go tomorrow!" Calling the girl to me, I
inspected her bottom, still marked with weals and now deep red
from Ben's spanking. Inserting my finger under her g-string I was
surprised at how tight it was. The reason was obvious. It was
holding in place an enormous butt-plug. Turning her around I
showed the others how the tightness was causing the front of her
g- string to be pulled hard between her pussy lips. "Can't be
very comfortable for her." I said. "Never mind," I continued. "It
will help prepare her for the next part of her training."

Towards the end of the afternoon we took her down to the gym. She
was obviously nervous at being escorted by all three of us and
tried hard to act obedient. As she saw the bench upon which she'd
received her pussy whipping, she began to cry. "Please sir", she
wailed "Please sir, not a pussy whipping! Please!" Irritated I
ordered her onto the bench. "Shut up girl and listen! You're not
having a pussy whipping this time…but you will if you don't stop
whining!" She ceased her noise and lay still as we attached the
ropes and chains as before, rendering her unable to move, her
legs pulled wide apart and up to her chest, giving full access to
her pussy and anus. I draped a small cloth over her eyes so she
couldn't see what we were doing. Speaking softly to her, I gently
stroked her pussy, calming her down. After a few minutes I felt
her start to relax. I felt the wetness between her pussy lips and
probed deeper, teasing her clit and pushing my little finger up
into her vagina. Shaun handed me a small smooth rubber vibrator
which I switched on and teased her with until she got used to the
feel. I looked at Shaun who quickly smeared a good quantity of KY
over its full length. I inserted the tip into her vagina and
slowly started to push it in and out. When it was about half way
I felt the girl stiffen and cry out. "P..please sir..that hurts!"
she cried, a hint of panic in her voice. "I know it hurts " I
said. "It's going to quite painful in a second, but It's
necessary!" With that, I pushed the vibrator in completely. The
little girl screamed in agony and writhed on the bench. Smiling,
I stood up. "Come on " I said to the others. "Let's leave her for
an hour to get used to it!"

On our return I brought a small basin of water and clean cloths
with me. The girl's loud sobbing had reduced to a low whimper. I
pulled out the vibrator slowly and mopped up the blood that we
knew would be there. After bathing her pussy we untied her and
took her to bed. She cried quietly unsure of what we would do,
but we'd already decided she should be left overnight to recover.
After washing her in the shower I made her sleep with the large
butt-plug that Ben had put in her that morning.

The next morning, I allowed her to sleep longer than usual, but,
having woken up without being serviced prior to falling asleep, I
roughly jerked the young girl awake, pulled out her butt-plug and
slapped her bum to indicate what I wanted. Not wishing to make my
hands sticky I showed her how to rub KY all over my throbbing
erection. This time I decided to try a different position. Lying
on my back I made her straddle me and lower her bum slowly until
my cock entered her little anus. Pleased at not having to do the
work this time, I put my head back and relaxed as she moved her
plump bottom up and down. Her hot little rectum gripped my cock
and I moaned in ecstasy as I came deep inside her. After ordering
her to the bathroom I examined her sore vagina, then ordered her
to Shaun and Ben's room.

At breakfast I noticed Ben was smiling when he arrived, the
cowering girl behind him, her tight leather g-string and
waistcoat clearly uncomfortable. "Managed to fuck her ass
properly at last!" he said, laughing. "She doesn't need a
buttplug any more. " I looked at her buttocks. The weals from her
caning had just about disappeared and I realised that she was due
for another six strokes. "I think we should cane her today, then
start her BDSM training." I said to Ben and Shaun, totally
ignoring the look of terror on the girl's face. She wouldn't have
a clue what BDSM meant but she remembered about the extra caning
owed to her. "Well why don't we cane her now, then we'll have the
rest of the day for playing with the 'other' toys," suggested
Shaun. I agreed and ordered the girl to tidy up, then report to
the study in her school uniform.

When she arrived, she was already crying, the memory of her last
painful ordeal still fresh. Knowing there was no alternative, she
removed her skirt and knickers, and bent over the desk, sticking
her bum up. "You remember what happened last time!" I told her.
"If you don't stay in position, you'll be back for another six!"
I glanced at the others and smiled. Our plans for the girl
involved a great deal of canings, spankings and floggings, no
matter how she behaved, but she didn't have to know that!

The first three strokes were the hardest yet, and pushed her over
the desk, her hands scrabbling about, gripping the edge, a river
of snot running from her nose as she screamed and cried with the
pain. The last three were aimed at the top of her legs and I
laughed as she clenched her buttocks and fought the urge to close
her legs. Feeling a little cheated at not being given a reason
for awarding additional strokes, I playfully stroked the inside
of her thighs with the cane, teasing her pussy with the tip and
finally pushing the last few centimetres into her anus.

I looked at Ben. "Get up girl!" he ordered sharply. She obeyed,
her face red from sobbing. She stood meekly, hands by her sides,
looking at the floor, fighting the tremendous urge to grasp her
swollen backside. Ben lowered himself on one knee and put his
face close to hers, his hand teasing her pussy lips. "Shut that
row!" he ordered, squeezing her pussy tighter. "You want
something to cry about? Well in a few days you'll come to
consider six with the cane as a reward!" With that he stood up,
grinning at her confused look. The girl was still crying softly,
obviously desperate to rub her sore bottom, but we didn't give
her permission. "Take off the rest of your clothes and fold them
up neatly!" I said, winking at the others. A little confused, the
small girl obeyed, removing her blouse and socks. Ben turned and
walked out. "Follow me girl!" he ordered, not even looking round.
By now only anxious to please, she quickly trotted after him.

Half an hour later, Shaun and I went down to the dungeon, a well
equipped room next to the gymnasium that the girl had never
visited. We laughed out loud at the spectacle before us. Clearly
wishing to introduce her to bondage and all the pleasure it has
to offer, Ben had secured her over a heavy padded trestle table,
blinfolded, gagged, her hands, arms and legs spread out and tied
tightly to the table legs, her feet off the ground and her arse
lifted high offering her intimate regions for our pleasure. I saw
that Ben was holding a small electric cattle prod in his hand. "I
think she's desperate for a fuck!" said Ben, lightly touching her
pussy with the prod. Their was a sharp buzzing sound and the girl
jerked, a muffled scream coming from behind the gag. "You see,
she agrees with me." We laughed and I dropped my pants and ran my
hand down over her wealed buttocks and down to her pussy. Ever
the perfectionist, Ben had prepared her well, an empty tube of KY
on the table. "Time for her to grow up a bit!" I muttered and
pushed my cock hard up her tight little vagina. I grabbed her
waist and fucked her for a few minutes, her muted squeals and
moans of pain increasing my pleasure. With a final push, I came
and rested for a while before pulling out, the tip of my cock red
with blood. "Shame she's gagged," I said, watching Shaun as he
took my place. "She could lick this clean for me!" Shaun was
obviously very excited and came in about a minute. Ben, blessed
with a nasty sense of humour, crouched next to the girls head and
stroked her hair. "Guess who's going to fuck you next!" he said
softly, unbuttoning his pants. Positioning himself behind her, he
poked the electric prod into her anus and pressed the button. The
girl's body jerked, her back arching and lifting her bum a little
higher. Guiding the tip of his enormous penis into her sore
pussy, he pushed it in all the way enjoying the girl's muffled
screams. With a loud grunt, Ben shot his load into the girl and
then stepped back. A small trickle of blood ran down the girl's
leg and I bathed her pussy gently with some cold water before
inserting a small tampon to soak up what was left.

We left her tied up for the next hour then led her out of the
room but didn't remove the blindfold until back in the gym. She
walked unsteadily, slightly bow-legged, clearly still very sore.
"Right young lady," I said, taking her to the jogging machine.
"Just because you've lost your virginity and had your first
session of BDSM training, it doesn't mean you change your routine
completely!" I pushed her on the running belt and started it
moving. "Master Ben will continue your exercise session now, then
you go back to work until school starts. At your review tonight
we'll decide if you deserve another trip to the dungeon before
bed."

The two of us left them alone and we went back upstairs, grinning
as we heard Ben shouting at the girl to run faster, followed by
the crack of his riding crop across the back of her legs.

Later that day we sat in the living room, the girl standing in
front of us, dressed in a smart school uniform, complete with
short skirt. Shaun had been busy. Mindful of her well wealed
buttocks, he'd apllied his tawse liberally to her hands. The red
weals on her palms were testimony enough. I questioned her about
her behaviour throughout the day, conscious of a desire to see
her experience another session in the dungeon. However, after
examining her swollen pussy, we decided to allow her to go to bed
without any further sessions. Used to our little routines, she
stripped off her uniform and was soon busy swallowing Shaun and
Ben's cum as they made full use of her pretty mouth. As for
myself, once in the bedroom and showered, I examined her closely,
easing her pussy lips apart and inserting a fresh tampon to soak
up any blood. Deciding I wanted her in the ass again, I sat on
the edge of the bed and lifted her on my lap so she was facing
me, her legs either side. I bobbed her up and down for a while,
the tip of my prick teasing her, until I got it between her
buttocks. Slowly, I lowered her enjoying the expression on her
face as she took the full length into her tight rectum. Laying
back on the bed, I held her buttocks and moved her back and forth
until I came. I lay quite still for a few minutes before ordering
her off and to bathroom. On her return she climbed on the bed and
popped my now soft willy into her mouth. This was expected of her
and she knew that she had to suck it until I gave her permission
to stop or I fell asleep. I made myself comfortable and was ready
to sleep, when I felt her small hands stroking my balls. In a
minute I was hard again and ordered her to continue.

The next morning I had to go out for a few hours and left the
girl as she was going into Ben's room. As I went down the stairs
I could hear him shouting at her to keep still. When I returned
the house seemed quiet, then I heard a noise from the basement.
Upon entering the dungeon I saw the girl in the middle, her hands
above her head, secured by a chain to the ceiling. Gagged and
blindfolded, her legs were kept far apart by a separating rod
attached at each ankle. On her tiny undeveloped nipples were
clamps attached to a taught wire that ran down to clamps on her
pussy lips. I looked at Shaun and Ben in surprise. "We caught the
bitch stealing some food at breakfast." said Ben with a grin.
"Decided she needed a lesson." I nodded my head in agreement.
Going up close, I tested the tight wire between her nipples and
pussy. I gave it a gentle tug and the girl screamed behind the
gag. Examining her backside I saw the nasty weals from her last
caning. "It seems a shame not to cane her just because of that."
I said, running my hand over her bum. "How about a few dozen
lashes of this on her back?" he asked, showing me the nasty
looking cat o' nine tails he had wrapped round his hand. I
laughed. "Okay then, use that, but I still think she should have
a formal caning as well, when her bum's better!"

I stood back as Shaun gave a few practice swishes with the whip.
Spacing them out well, he started to whip the girl's back, the
leather straps leaving red scratch- like marks. The small girl
screamed and writhed, each movement tightening her pussy and
nipple clamps. After about two dozen lashes, I signalled to Shaun
to stop. I waited for the girl to stop her moaning and held her
nipple clamps to get her attention. "Don't think this is over
girl! Stealing is a very serious crime and this punishment counts
as part of your BDSM training. As soon as the marks on your
bottom have faded it's back to the study for a very severe
caning." I paused. "And don't think it will only be six strokes
next time!" We left her as she was and went for lunch.

The afternoon saw her busy in the gym. As well as the jogging
machine we had exercise bikes and weight training machines. We
watched Ben put her through her paces, starting with a fast warm
up on the jogger. Our favourite was the leg/thigh machine on
which the girl had to sit and open and close her legs, the ankles
attached to heavy pulleys and weights. We'd allowed her to wear
her tight leotard for the gym session, but after a few minutes we
realised it was hugging her sore pussy too tightly so Ben
suggested she remove it. Ben was keeping a record of her gym
sessions and showed us the progress she'd made. Glancing over at
the little girl we noticed she'd stopped, her legs held wide open
by the weights, displaying her sweet little pussy. "I said fifty
times!" shouted Ben, going over. "Why have you stopped girl?" The
poor girl was drenched in sweat. "P..please sir, I needed to stop
a minute." She whined pathetically. "My legs were hurting sir."
Ben looked at her coldly. "Get up girl!" he ordered. Hesitantly,
she obeyed. "Go and shock yourself in the arse!" he said quietly.
Shaun and I look puzzled, even more so as the girl burst into
tears and walked over to a small stool. We followed her and saw
that Ben had inserted a small electric cattle prod through a hole
in the middle. Ben saw our expressions and laughed. "It's a new
invention of mine." He explained. "She has to put some cream on
the end, squat over it and lower herself so the end goes into her
pussy or anus-whichever I decide. Then she has to lean down and
press the button on the handle. That gives her a one second
jolt!"

He paused and we watched the trembling girl wipe the end with
some KY jelly from the tube kept next to the stool. "It's a
little experiment in DIY punishment." Said Ben, grinning. "She
knows she has no choice. I told her that any hesitation means a
double dose, followed by a pussy whipping!" We all laughed. The
sobbing girl straddled the tiny stool and bent her knees,
lowering her bum down onto the tip of the prod. I saw her pause a
second as she wriggled, getting the tip into her anus. "Stick it
in more!" Ben ordered her coldly. "I want it a good two inches up
your arse girl!" She squatted lower, sticking the prod further up
into her anus. Then, arm shaking, she reached down to the base of
the prod and placed her finger on the large red button. For a
second she seemed to hesitate. Screwing her face up and gritting
her teeth, she pressed the button. We heard a low buzzing sound
and the girl sat up as though shot and screamed in agony as the
bolt of electricity ripped through her backside making her
buttocks clench in a spasm of pain. To her credit, the poor girl
managed to hold her position, her hands now on the stool,
supporting her weight as the strength ebbed from her legs. We
looked at Ben in admiration and started to congratulate him, but
he waved his hand. "We haven't finished yet." He said. "I don't
think it's right to let her off with only one!" Turning to the
girl he stood right over her. "Give yourself one up your pussy
girl!" he muttered, smiling. The sobbing little girl looked up at
Ben, unable to believe her ears. "S…sir?" she stammered through a
haze of tears. "You heard, you stupid bitch!" growled Ben. "Not
only that, for hesitating, you get a double dose. Now get that
tight little pussy on the prod or I swear you'll sit on this the
rest of the bloody day!"

As if in a trance, she painfully lifted her arse off the prod and
positioned herself so it was touching her pussy. She lowered her
body very carefully, allowing the tip to penetrate her. Ben
wasn't satisfied, and ordered her even lower, the girl's face
showing her suffering as the prod entered her sore vagina. Her
hand reached down between her legs and pressed the switch. She
screamed and writhed as the jolt of electricity made her whole
vagina contract. Ben gave her five seconds then ordered her to
continue. With the knowledge of the unimaginable consequences if
she hesitated, the girl pressed the button again and screamed at
the top of her voice. Sweat was running down her body and she
looked as though she would faint. Ben ordered her up but didn't
allow her a second to rest. Putting her back on the same machine,
he soon had her repeating her exercises with renewed vigour.

The next few days were frustrating for all of us. Realising that
we had to give her vagina time to recover, we avoided fucking her
for a while, though her arse got plenty of attention. The weals
on her bum faded quite rapidly; she was getting used to her
beatings. I was itching to give her another caning but wanted her
bum back to normal before I scarred it again. Ben hit on a new
idea in the dungeon. Correctly secured over a vaulting horse we
were able to use her mouth and arse at the same time. Unable to
move a muscle, the little girl took Shaun in her mouth while Ben
lubricated her anus, then started to bugger her.

I stood watching them, cattle prod in my hand which I ran
tenderly over her body as a reminder to cooperate. She still had
problems accommodating Ben's huge cock, and this time was no
different and made more difficult since she was concentrating on
massaging Shaun's prick with her mouth and tongue . Shaun must
have come just as Ben pushed his cock all the way in. There was a
muffled scream and she jerked her head back, spitting drops of
cum over Shaun. Surprised and disgusted, Shaun slapped the side
of her head and went to wash himself. Ben jerked back and forth
until he came too, then pulled out. I waited for Shaun to come
back before discussing her punishment. We agreed that in this
case, a pussy whipping was required. I also agreed to letting
Shaun cane her inner thighs as a special lesson. We released the
girl and ordered her to shower and report to the gym in school
uniform.

Having heard our conversation, the girl arrived in a state of
great anxiety. We'd ordered her to wear her uniform for no other
reason than the pleasure it gave us in ordering her to remove it.
"I cannot believe that you still find it so difficult to control
your actions." I told her, shaking my head. "We have no choice
but to severely punish you!" I looked down at the snivelling
little girl, already sobbing, knowing what was to happen. On my
order, she removed her skirt and knickers, though we allowed her
to keep her blouse and tie. Pointing to the wall upon which were
hung various implements of discipline, I instructed her to fetch
the martinet, a leather strap and a cane. I handed the cane to
Shaun, passed the others to Ben, then ordered her onto the bench.
Her legs shaking, her crying louder, she obeyed and lay down on
the long padded bench, her legs open. I stroked the inside her
her thigh softly and lightly tickled her pussy. "We're not going
to tie your legs up this time." I explained, smiliing at her. "We
think you're experienced enough to keep your legs wide open by
yourself." I made her bring her knees up to her chest, keeping
them as far apart as possible, and showed her how to grip them
with her hands. "You don't close your legs during the
punishment!" I said sternly. "If you don't stay in this position,
we give you extra strokes! If it happens more than twice, we tie
your legs like before and start the punishment all over again!"

Ignoring her crying, I stood up and allowed Ben to commence the
punishment. The first three strokes of the belt rang out like
pistol shots. The girl gripped her knees, her knuckles white. She
screamed in agony and rolled from side to side. "One extra stroke
for making a fuss and wriggling!" I announced. Ben raised the
strap and gave her another four across her red pussy. Reminding
her to stay in position, Shaun and I attached the pussy clamps
and carefully pulled her sweaty pussy lips apart. Ben picked up
the martinet and raised it high. The thin cords whipped down and
bit into her sore pussy, making her screams take on a higher
note. On the fourth, she let go of her knees and closed her legs
tightly, rolling about on the bench in pain. We allowed her a
minute, then ordered her back in position, taking a firm grip of
the chains attached to her pussy clamps. . "Two extra strokes for
not keeping in position!" I ordered, the girl barely hearing me
as she cried and screamed. Somehow she found the strength to hold
her position for the rest of the punishment. We removed the
clamps and I rubbed the skin where they'd been. Holding her knees
I pulled her legs apart even more. "Keep them like that!" I
ordered, winking at Shaun. Through a haze of tears, the little
girl saw Shaun flexing the cane between his hands. Gently, he ran
it down the inside of her thigh until it touched her pussy.
Positioning himself, he gave her a few playful flicks. "Just
there I think" he said, resting it on the fleshiest part of her
thigh. The cane I'd given him wasn't as severe as the ones we
used on her backside, but it made a marvellous loud swishing
noise as Shaun waved it through the air. The first stroke landed
with a sharp crack and the girl screamed in pain. A nice red line
was already appearing on her thigh. She took the next few strokes
quite well, but the fourth cut her across where a previous stroke
had landed and she screamed, letting go of her knees and clasping
her thighs. "Get back into position at once!" I shouted, grabbing
her knees myself and opening her legs wide. Shaun tapped her
thighs with the cane, then stroked her pussy with the tip. He
looked at me. I knew what he was thinking. Sore though her pussy
was, he wanted to cane it.

"Because of your behaviour girl, you will receive the last two
strokes on your pussy!" Her sobbing intensified as she felt Shaun
flick the cane lightly between her legs. Taking aim he brought it
down hard across her pussy. The girl screamed in agony and I
thought for a second she'd let go of her knees. The second stroke
cracked down right in the middle. She could take no more.
Ignoring her screaming I bathed her red and bruised marks with
cold water. When her sobbing had grown quieter I allowed her to
get up which she did, rather slowly. Shaun handed her some paper
to wipe her eyes and then gave her the cane and other implements
to put back on the wall. We laughed as she hobbled slowly along
the floor. Since she was used to her punishments now, I didn't
allow her time off to recover, but immediately set her to work in
the kitchen, reminding her not to be late for her lessons later.

For work she had to wear her leather waistcoat and g-string and
she generally had two minutes to change. Entering the kitchen I
found her standing next to the table, her g-string in one hand,
her other hand between her legs. She was clearly having
difficulty putting on her tight g-string and tears ran down her
face. "Please sir, oh please, it hurts so much sir!" she pleaded
with me pathetically. "I can't put it on sir. Please may I leave
it off..please sir?" I looked down at her and grinned. "Not only
do you disobey my order to change, but you have your hand in a
place that suggests you're playing with yourself!" She removed
her hand quickly and looked down. "Apart from that, I think you'd
better decide which hurts most, your little pussy or the caning
you're going to get if you don't put it on in ten seconds….which
I may add, you'll get while wearing the g-string as well!"

Realising she had no choice she stepped into the garment and
pulled it up so the thin cord disappeared between her buttocks.
Crying out in pain she pulled the front up so the small leather
patch was pressed hard on her pussy, the middle creased as it
found it's way between her pussy lips. Ignoring her crying I sat
down and put her over my knee and spanked her hard for a few
minutes until my hand was sore. Finally I allowed her up and
ordered her to clean the floor, admiring her large soft backside
as she scrubbed. The weals were fading and I realised that she
would soon be ready for the severe caning we'd awarded her for
stealing.

Her lessons with Shaun lasted a few hours. Shaun informed us that
she had tried very hard and he had only had to use the tawse once
on her hands. "I gave her plenty of homework though." He said
grinning. "Got to have an excuse for spanking her later!"

An hour later she stood before us in her uniform, ready for her
review. Her incomplete homework earned her twelve hard slaps with
the hairbrush which Shaun applied to the back of her legs. I
still wasn't satisfied and said so to the others. "In the kitchen
she had her hand on her pussy and hadn't put her g-string on." I
explained. "I spanked her a bit but I don't consider that
punishment enough." Ben looked at the girl, her knickers and
skirt removed. "You filthy bitch!" he snarled at her. "Playing
with yourself were you?" The poor girl pleaded with him. "No sir,
I wasn't really sir…I was so sore sir." Ben smiled. "Rubbing it
better were you?" he asked, a cunning smile forming. "Yes sir,
please sir..I was just rubbing it better." She replied,
desperation in her voice. Ben lowered his voice. "So you admit it
then! You were rubbing your pussy. You dirty little girl!" She
started to cry again. Ben took a quick look at her red swollen
pussy, then turned her round to examine her bottom. "You deserve
a good caning for this but I know my colleague here wants your
bum nice and soft for later." He paused and looked at me.

I pulled the girl to me and patted her bum, now almost back to
normal. "That's right," I said. "I want this bum ready for caning
tomorrow!" Sliding me hand between her buttocks I prodded her
anus. "You will now strip completely, go to the gym and get in
position over the horse." I explained to her. "I'm going to give
you another chance. If you manage to suck Master Shaun again
while Master Ben's fucking you in the ass and do it correctly
this time, I'll let you off your punishment. If you fail again,
You'll receive three shocks up your arse and one up your pussy
with the electric prod!" I pointed to the door. "Go and get
ready! I want you showered and over the horse in ten minutes!"
The little girl ran out of the room and up the stairs to the
shower.

When we entered the room, she was stretched over the small
leather covered vaulting horse as I'd ordered. Ben swiftly
secured her and gave her a few hard spanks to get her attention.
Shaun was oviously still angry from the last time and wasted no
time. Grabbing her hair he yanked her head up and stuck his
throbbing prick in her mouth. Doing her best, the young girl
gobbled and slurped, trying desperately to please him. Ben had
already greased her ass and, pulling her buttocks apart roughly,
he thrust his huge dick into her sore anus. Her eyes widened as
her ass was stretched open and she muttered a few muffled screams
as Ben fucked her hard. Conscious of the fact that she had to
keep her mouth busy, the little girl concentrated on givng
Shaun's hot dick plenty of attention. After a few minutes, he
groaned and came in her mouth, grabbing her head hard as he
thrust himself to the back of her throat. The threat of the awful
punishment awaiting her stopped her from gagging and she
swallowed his cum, her tongue quickly licking the sticky fluid
from his cock. Ben was thrusting forward harder now and pushing
her arse up with every jerk. He came deep inside her and held her
waist as he rested. I untied her and sent her upstairs for
another shower.

Later, in bed I decided to give her ass a rest and made her suck
me while I ran my hands softly over her expansive backside,
nuzzling her soft pussy. "Don't forget about your caning
tomorrow!" I reminded her, as she gobbled my stiff cock. "I think
we'll have it in two parts. Six strokes straight after breakfast
and another six in the evening." I paused as she sucked the tip
of my cock hard. "I don't think you'll ever steal food again by
the time I've finished with you!" I relaxed and let myself cum,
listening to her little whimpering as she cried.

After servicing us all the next morning we eat our breakfast,
smiling as the poor girl washed up, her hands shaking, knowing
what was to happen. She was in her g- string and we decided to
proceed straight to her caning without making her change. I took
great delight in lecturing her before making her strip. I pointed
to the cupboard. "Fetch me the cane!" I ordered. There was quite
a selection to choose from and I made her bring me one of the new
ones that had recently arrived. Spread over her small desk,
completely naked, I spent a few minutes getting her into
position. I aimed the six strokes at top part of her bottom. This
time she managed to stay in position, her knuckles white as she
gripped the edge of the desk. The swish and crack of the cane
were very loud and I was amazed that she could take so much
without jumping up. The last two strokes were the hardest yet and
I saw with satisfaction that the weals spanned both buttocks. By
the evening, she would have some really vivid bruises.

Allowing her to stand I made her put back the cane, then sent the
sobbing girl down to the gym with Ben. Arriving after a few
minutes I smiled as I saw her on the rowing machine. Ben with his
sadistic sense of humour had deliberately chosen the exercise
best for reminding her of the pain in her buttocks. The rough
plastic seat must have been agony. Still naked, the poor girl was
rowing as fast as she could while Ben tapped her pussy menacingly
with the end of his electric prod. Ordering her onto a rubber
mat, he made her lie down and lift her legs up and over her head
until they touched the floor, her hands supporting her back. She
opened her legs as far as she could and Ben ran the tip of the
wicked prod down her leg and over her pussy before pushing it
deep between her buttocks and into her anus. "I don't think
you're trying hard enough!" he snarled, pressing the button. The
jolt of electricity made her scream with pain and she clenched
her buttocks tightly as she fought to stay in position. Next, he
made her work on the exercise bike for ten minutes before
continuing with a session on the leg bench. We watched her sweat
as she sat up straight, heavy weights pulling her legs far apart.
Ben added another a few more weights, then stood in front of her,
tickling her sweaty pussy lips with the tip of the prod. "A bit
faster!" he commanded. "Come on girl, close those legs!" The poor
girl sobbed as she tried to obey him. "Ten more girl!" he
ordered, pushing the prod into her pussy. She managed only
another five before suddenly bursting into floods of tears, her
legs pulled wide open. "P..please sir.." she wailed pathetically.
"Please don't hurt me! I can't do any more..please sir.." she
continued, looking down at the prod in Ben's hand. Ben smiled and
stroked the red button on the prod handle. "Five to go, so that's
five shocks in the pussy!" he announced. The girl looked at him
in horror. I coughed and whispered to Ben that perhaps she'd had
enough for now. He winked at me and removed the prod, much to the
girl's relief. "I will postpone your punishment for another time
girl!" he said, laughing. He pulled the girl off the machine and
led her to the jogging machine where he secured her with short
lengths of chain allowing her hands enough movement to reach the
control buttons. "Let's see how far you can run in the next
hour!" he said, fiddling with the controls. His hand patted her
large bottom, feeling the prominent weals at the top. "Just
because you've got another six strokes coming doesn't mean I
won't thrash you if you don't manage at least ten miles!" He
started the machine and we left the little girl running on the
moving belt and went upstairs.

One hour later we returned to find the girl jogging slowly, sweat
running down her naked body. Ben quickly checked the dials. "Just
over nine miles." He muttered, looking at the exhausted,
terrified girl in fury. He picked up a riding crop and brought it
down hard over the weals already on her buttocks. She screamed
and tried to run faster. "Lazy bitch!" he shouted in her ear.
"Still not getting through to you am I!" He raised the crop and
sliced it down across her shoulders. "Think I want to fuck an
arse that's always black and blue?" he shouted, giving her
another blow. "There's plenty of other places I can punish!" He
grabbed one of her nipples and squeezed hard. The girl cried out
in pain but didn't dare stop running. Ben picked up the electric
prod and waved it in front of her. "One more hour, and I want to
see twenty miles on the clock or you'll spend the whole night
with this up your cunt!" We walked out, laughing at the look on
her face. Returning after only fifty minutes we saw she had
another three miles to go. It was obvious she'd never make it to
twenty miles in the next ten minutes. The girl was stumbling
along almost half unconscious.

I stopped the machine and untied her. "Go and shower, then get
your big ass in the kitchen!" I ordered. "Because of you we're
late and you should have started your cleaning duties over ten
minutes ago!" She staggered out of the room and up the stairs.
Ten minutes later she entered the kitchen clad in her short
teashirt and leather g-string. We had started eating and I
ordered the girl to wash what was in the sink and then clean the
floor. Finishing my lunch I called her over and picked up a black
gym shoe that I'd brought up from the gym. "Your punishment for
laziness on the jogging machine will start in one hour." I
announced coldly, looking at her tired face. "However, you must
also be disciplined for being late in starting work. Bend over!"
Without hesitating, she touched her toes and presented her large
bottom to me. I gave her twelve hard slaps over her buttocks and
thighs before allowing her to resume her work.

An hour later, I went to the living room where she was busy
polishing some silver. Grabbing her right buttock I felt the
weals and patted the yet unmarked flesh on the lower part of her
bottom. "Go to your room, strip and go down to the dungeon!" I
commanded, smiling at the look of terror on her face. "Master Ben
is waiting for you." White faced, she obeyed and I heard her
sobbing as she ran upstairs. Thirty minutes later I went to the
dungeon to see what Ben was doing. He had the girl's ankles and
wrists attached with chains to a large scaffold in the middle of
the room and had pulled her onto her toes into a spreadeagled
position with her legs as far apart as they'd go and her arms
secured above. She was blindfolded and her screams were muffled
behind a full mouth gag. Nasty looking clips pinched her small
nipples and the clips had short thin chains attached. Examining
her closely, I noticed that Ben had inserted some strange looking
dildos into her arse and vagina. They were attached to rubber
tubes which ran round to a foot-pump. Ben explained. "I found the
inflatable dildos and thought of a good use for them." I laughed.
"Well pump them up a bit more then!" Ben worked on the footpump
and I watched as the girl started to writhe and scream as the
dildos expanded her little vagina and anus. Leaving her to get
used to her newly enlarged holes, we went upstairs for a while.

After thirty minutes I returned with Ben and we removed the
dildos, then released her. She fell on the floor and curled up,
sobbing. Ben, ever the sex maniac, looked at his watch and
dropped his trousers. "C'mon you bitch!" he snarled, holding his
huge cock. You've got five minutes till your lessons start with
Master Shaun, and I need a blowjob!" Aware of what Ben would do
if she showed any hesitation, the small girl knelt up and took
him in her mouth. Roughly he grabbed her head and fucked her
mouth oblivious to her garbled pleas for him to stop. Having
learned the hard way of all our likes and dislikes, she grabbed
Ben's hairy buttocks for support and desperately started to play
with his anus, knowing full well that he'd come a lot quicker if
she did that. "Little slut knows what I like!" said Ben, smiling.
Grunting loudly, he shot his load in her mouth and held her head
tightly to stop her letting go. The poor girl was bright red,
trying to swallow everything, hardly able to breath. Ben let her
go and the small girl gasped for air, yet still managed to
massage Ben's prick until it was soft, licking every drop still
left to come. Zipping himself up, Ben ordered the girl to stand.
She stood in front of us, naked, her head bowed, spirit totally
broken. I looked at my watch. "Better run and put your uniform on
girl!" I said severly. "You should have been at your lessons over
a minute ago!"

Having watched her run up to my room and back down again
hurriedly arranging her school uniform, we listened outside the
classroom door. Clearly angry at her lateness we heard Shaun's
voice being raised followed by the girl's plaintive little voice,
obviously trying to explain. He must have ordered her to lower
her knickers and bend over for there was a long pause before the
swish and crack of Shaun's cane broke the silence. I grinned.
We'd already agreed that it was time to push the girl to the
limit and Shaun was doing just that. We counted six strokes in
total. The girl had managed to remain silent throughout, even
though her buttocks must by now be absolute agony. We heard
further reprimands from Shaun as he performed his regular
inspection of her uniform. He was very fussy. Socks had to be
pulled up to exactly the same level, blouse and skirt had to be
immaculate and her stretchy navy blue knickers had to be pulled
up tight, wedged well between her buttocks and pussy lips.
Another long pause, then the sound of his heavy leather tawse
slapping down hard six times across her upturned palms. We left
them to their lessons for the rest of the afternoon and talked
about her future training.

A few hours later Shaun entered the living room with the girl
following looking sweet in her uniform. I sat her on my lap and
put my arm round her, my other hand creeping under her skirt.
"Worked her hard today." said Shaun looking pleased with himself.
"Maths, English, History. Bit lazy though!" he added, shaking his
head. "She doesn't try hard enough." I glanced at him. "How did
you 'encourage' her?" I asked, smiling. "I spanked her once but
she really needs another caning to wake her up!" Shaun replied.
The girl looked scared, but her attention was partly on what my
hand was doing under her skirt. I was gently stroking her between
her legs and she obviously enjoyed it. "Do you want to cane her
now?" I asked, "Or shall we wait till later? She's due for six
strokes anyway, so you might as well do it then." Ben laughed.
The thought of the little girl receiving twelve hard strokes of
the cane on her already sore backside clearly amused him. Pulling
the girl to her feet I sent her to my bedroom to shower and wait
for me. I realised that she'd be in no fit state to do anything
later and I wanted to make use of her.

After dinner I strode to my room and joined her. She was standing
to attention by the side of the bed, looking so innocent in her
school uniform. I kissed her gently and stood her between my
legs, deftly removing her pleated grey skirt. Her large
curvaceous bottom seemed to stretch the navy-blue knickers to
breaking point. Pulling the sides into the crack between her
cheeks, I gave her a 'wedgie' and examined her buttocks. With
vivid bruises and dark red weals at the top, there were also
lighter bruises and red marks right down to the top of her legs.
I put my fingers in the waistband and slid her knickers right
off. Her pussy was still red and very sore. She flinched as I
examined her, my finger probing deeper. "I think we should leave
your cunt alone for a while." I said softly. "We have a guest
coming next week and I want your pussy in perfect condition!" I
smiled as I thought of the weekend we had planned. A colleague
would be coming to stay and had promised to bring his own little
girl with them. Turning my attention back to matters in hand, I
ordered the girl to kneel on the edge of the bed where I fucked
her ass long and hard.

A little later we went downstairs to the study. The small girl
looked terrified. She knew that she had the next six coming and
the thought of Sean giving her six as well was too awful to think
about. Sean had brought his cane with him, a lighter one than the
nasty senior rattan I intended to use. Sean flexed the cane in
his hands and licked his lips. "Let's hope girl that this will
ensure you work a lot harder in my lessons!" He ordered her to
lower her knickers to her kness and bend over grasping her
ankles. For some reason he preferred this position than having
her over the desk. For a second she looked as though she'd plead
with him, but obviously thought better of it. Draping her skirt
well over her back he ran the cane over her backside. Her
buttocks were already covered with bruises and weals. Slowly he
let the cane slide down to the back of her thighs just below her
bum where her skin was relatively unmarked. He flicked them with
the tip of the cane. The girl raised her head slightly and looked
round, her eyes full of tears. "Please sir," she muttered
quietly. "Please not there sir..please sir!" Sean Stopped her.
"One extra stroke for talking!" he told her calmy. "Now get your
head down and keep still!" She hardly had time to obey till the
first stroke lashed down on her thighs. Sean gave all six strokes
in fast succession The girl screamed in agony as the cane seared
virgin flesh. She managed to stay in position but her backside
gyrated comically as she moved her thighs desperately trying to
lessen the pain. "Two extra strokes for wriggling!" announced
Sean, laughing at her discomfort. Taking hold of her knickers he
lowered them to her ankles and took them off, then tapped her
legs. "Move your legs as far apart as possible. Come on girl!"
She obeyed until her feet were spread far apart. Moving back he
rested the cane right at the top of her left leg and took aim,
holding it higher than before. With a loud swish-crack, it landed
on her thigh, the last six inches curling round and catching her
right at the top of her inner thigh. The poor girl jumped and
almost stood up. She must have realised what might happen if she
did, for she grasped her ankles even tighter. Ignoring her
screams, Sean caned her again on the same leg before changing his
position. A few more strokes and we allowed her to stand, hands
on head while we examined the lovely red weals. I made her open
her legs more and slid my hand between then feeling the prominent
weals raised there. For a few seconds my thumb teased her smooth
pussy. Tears were streaming down her face and she must have been
desperate to rub her thighs. We waited a while for her sobbing to
ease. Knowing that her ordeal was only half over, she looked up
and asked in a shaky voice if she could visit the bathroom.

"You knew full well about your punishment so you should have gone
before." I said, enjoying her squirming. "You may go if you
really have to, but you'll have a pussy whipping afterwards. You
better decide!" She looked at the floor and wept. Not wanting to
waste any more time, I ordered her to remove all her clothes. She
obeyed immediately, her sobbing intensifying as I picked up the
cane. Longer and thicker than the previous ones, it was one of
the the most severe canes in the collection. I stroked her small
immature nipples and talked quietly to her. "While I'm caning
you, you must keep your bottom as still as possible. I have to
aim between the marks you already have. If the cane lands on top
of a bruise it might break the skin and I don't want to do that.
..At least not yet!" I mutterd quietly, glancing at Ben.
Something inside her erupted and she collapsed onto the floor,
crying hysterically and begging me not to hurt her any more. For
a few minutes it was impossible to speak to her, but finally
losing my patience I signalled to Ben and Shaun and they each
grabbed an arm and hauled her to her feet. I held her chin in one
hand and lowered my other hand to her pussy, tickling it to get
her attention. "How old are you girl?" I asked quietly. She
looked at me through a haze of tears. "T..ten sir." She replied,
her voice shaking. I shook my head. "The girl before you was only
eight and she once had twenty four strokes followed by a pussy
whipping!" I smiled at the memory. "Your bum is bigger than hers!
For your behaviour I should really double the number of strokes,
but I want your backside nice and white in one week so I guess
that's out of the question." I paused. "You have a choice. You
take your punishment followed by an hour in the dungeon or we tie
you down for your caning and then put you in the dungeon all
night." I allowed her a few more seconds to cry before leading
her over to the wall. I placed a bench in front of the desk and
ordered her to kneel on it and lay across the desk, knees well
apart, bum sticking up high. She held the edge of the desk lid
and gritted her teeth. I rested the cane on the lower half of her
bum and aimed between two red weals. The swishing noise of the
cane was a lower pitch than the others and as it landed across
her buttocks the force of the blow pushed her further over the
desk. She barely had time to scream before the next stroke
followed. Her hands were scrabbling about on the desk lid and she
hit her head on it as trying to somehow control the pain. The
cane left wide nasty-looking weals that would turn into bruises
within minutes. The third stroke landed and the small girl arched
her back and rolled off the desk onto the floor. I shouted at
her, furious at this lack of self-control. "Get back into
position this instant you naughty girl!" She looked up as though
in a dream, her face contorted in agony. Ben, impatient to get
her down to the dungeon, lifted her up and almost threw her back
over the desk. I spent a while getting her back into position and
had to threaten her with a pussy whipping to make her stick her
bum up. I slashed the cane down over her buttocks now too angry
to care where it fell. I wanted to give her three extra strokes
but they followed each other so fast I don't think she even
realised. I ordered her up and made her stand still while I
admired her large backside, now completely covered with black and
red ridges.

"You have sixty seconds to visit the bathroom!" I told her,
opening the door. The sobbing girl ran out still naked and
returned with one second to go. "Did you wash and dry your
pussy?" I asked. Her pussy lips looked wet. "N..no sir..sorry
sir..I didn't have time sir.." she mumbled through her tears.
"Well go straight back and do it then!" After another minute she
ran back panting glancing at us with frightened eyes. "Is your
pussy clean now?" I asked with mock politeness. "Y…yes
sir..please sir..it is sir.." she stammered. I picked up Sean's
cane and flexed it., enjoying the look of disbelief on her face.
"You know the rules about hygiene." I said in a matter of fact
voice. "For not cleaning yourself after visiting the toilet you
must be caned. Bend over!" She stood in a trance until Ben
grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her over. "Grip
your ankles bitch!" he hissed, keeping a firm grip. Raising the
cane I started beating the backs of her legs. Unable to hold her
position after the first stroke, I asked Ben to help. A giant of
a man, he picked her up and lay her on her back over the larger
of the two desks. Then grabbing her ankles he pulled her legs
back over her head, as though to prepare her for a pussy
whipping. With her thighs now at a perfect angle I continued to
thrash her for a few minutes not even bothering to count the
strokes. Her screams had changed to a high pitched moaning and I
eventually ceased, my arm aching and allowed Ben to carry her
down to the dungeon. "A bucket of cold water will soon have her
wide awake." he said chuckling. I called to him as he left.
"Don't beat her any more tonight Ben. We have visitors next week
remember? We want her presentable." He stopped. "It'll have to be
the electric prod then." he said laughing. "

Thirty minutes later Sean and I made our way down to the dungeon.
Even half way down the stairs we could hear the girl's shrill
voice pleading with Ben. He had her on her back again, her legs
over her head, but this time he'd used a set of wooden stocks to
hold her in position. Basically two heavy slabs of wood hinged
together at one end, they had a series of holes through which
passed her head, arms and knees. To fit her knees through the
stocks, her legs were held tightly against her chest. In her
doubled up position all we could see on entering was her large
bum with a sore looking pussy and anus exposed. Walking round to
her head, hidden by the stocks, we saw Ben fitting a full mouth
gag on the girl. "Her bloody screamin's giving me a headache." He
explained "And I've hardly started!" The young girl's eyes met
mine and they seemed to plead for mercy. Having inserted the gag,
Ben returned to the 'business end' and ran his hand over her
buttocks, completely covered with sore looking weals. "We've just
had a bit of fun with the inflatable dildos," he explained. I'm
about to start the finale now." He picked up two electric prods.
"Anyone care to fuck her before I start?" The bench she was
secured to was just the right height and needed no adjusting as
Sean dropped his trousers and rubbed his hard cock against the
girls pussy. As he entered her, we saw her squirm and a muffled
scream escaped her gag.

A few minutes later and Sean buttoned his trousers while Ben
slowly inserted the prods into her two holes. Although the stocks
hid her head from us, she must have guessed what Ben was doing,
for she started to make high pitched noises and Ben had to push
quite hard to get the prod past her anal sphincter muscle.
Signalling to Ben that he should wait, I walked to her head and
knelt down, stroking her hair. I kissed her cheek, wet from
tears, and talked quietly to her. "I really don't want to do this
you know, but you really have been a very naughty girl. All I ask
is complete obedience. Sometimes that means a very sore bottom,
and I expect you to take your punishment without making a fuss.
Now you're finding out what happens to little girls who make a
fuss!" I paused. "Will you promise in future to accept your
punishment, no matter how many strokes I have to give you?" She
grunted loudly behind the gag and nodded her head, her eyes
desperately pleading with me. I smiled. "Well I hope that this
will be the last time that we have to do this to you!" I stood up
and walked to Ben. "How many do you reckon Ben?" He thought for a
few seconds. "I reckon five in each hole should do the trick." He
replied, licking his lips. "I'll space them out randomly over the
next half an hour, then bring her upstairs. I stayed just long
enough to see Ben start the first one-the high voltage ripping
through her immature vagina and the muffled screams of agony. Not
being too fond of these torture sessions, yet realising their
necessity, I left the room and went to my room.

I was reading in bed when Ben brought the girl to me. She hobbled
slowly into the room, supported by Ben's arm. I lay her down,
still naked, and covered her with the sheet. Gently, I stroked
her still quivering body. Although the pain in her vagina and
anus must have been intense, I knew that she would be perfectly
okay in a few days.

The next week was quite different for all of us. We wanted her
body to be in a perfect state for our visitor and we realised
that we had to reduce the number of beatings to avoid bruises
close to the date. Having discussed the matter at some length we
decided that all serious punishments would be postponed to a
later date, but as a temporary measure we would have to use the
electric prod up her arse. This would leave no marks. Since Ben
had already rigged up his do-it-yourself punishment stool in the
gym with the electric prod sticking up through the centre, we
moved it up to the living room and merely had to order the girl
to use it whenever necessary. Any extra punishments were jotted
down on a small blackboard in the study. Under three headings:
School canings, Severe canings and Pussy whippings, the girl had
to add a number whenever so ordered, and left in no doubt that
these punishments would be administered at a later date. After
almost six days, the score was impressive and I had to explain to
the tearful girl that they would not all occur on the same day.
"Your canings and pussy whippings will be spaced out over a few
days." I said. "Your pain threshold has increased and your skin
is finally getting used to frequent bruising." I smiled. "You may
not realise it yet girl, but you'll soon be able to take regular
pussy whippings!" I winked at Saun and Ben. "In a few days we'll
start giving you some injections to help those little titties to
grow." I took her small undeveloped nipple and squeezed it.

On the day our friend was due, we kept the girl busy all day
cleaning and polishing. After lunch I supervised her in the
shower and checked her all over. Her buttocks were in perfect
condition and her pussy was a soft pinky colour. Her bumhole was
a little red, after being used extensively during the week, but
otherwise quite presentable. I took her to the bedroom and
dressed her. Under a smart looking white blouse and short blue
skirt I made her wear a white lace girdle, thin white stockings
and suspenders. No knickers or thong left her pussy and buttocks
open to the air and easily accessible. She looked so innocent yet
so sexy.

When the doorbell rang I told her to stand in the living room and
be ready to serve the champagne. Our guest was Rob, a Dutch
colleague whom we'd met many years ago. We shook hands and he
introduced us to Kali, a young girl standing timidly at his side.
She was obviously of Asian origin and was about eight years old,
rather plump with long black hair. I took her light coat and
smiled at her attire. She wore a beautiful pink frock that just
covered the top of her thighs. What made us stare though, was the
fact that she already had well developed breasts. Rob had clearly
been busy with the hormone injections.

We sat down and I presented our girl who handed him a glass. Kali
sat on the floor by his feet and crossed her legs. She was
wearing yellow knickers with teddy bears on them and looked
adorable. We talked about business, our own problems with finding
new girls and the difficulties of training them to an acceptable
standard. It soon became apparent that whereas we preferred the
use of traditional methods to shape our young slaves, our friend
was given to the use of drugs and other methods to instill
discipline.I nodded to his girl. "So how does Kali rate then? Is
she obedient?" Rob laughed. "Well she does almost everything I
tell her." He said, stroking her hair. "But to be honest I would
prefer her to be a little more obedient- without the use of
drugs." He smiled. "They're becoming so expensive now. I've just
about weaned her off them and that's one of the reasons I'm
here." Ben looked interested. "Oh yes. How can we help?" He
grinned, already guessing the answer. "Well, I was wondering if
you'd like to take her in hand for a week and see what you can
do." Said Rob, looking at each of us in turn. "I'm not really an
expert in what you call corporal punishment, but I've seen the
benefits so many times that I think it must be worth trying." We
chatted about our methods and soon agreed on a plan. Rob would
take our girl for a week, down to his place on the coast, and we
would keep Kali with us- to learn obedience the traditional way.
Deciding to take charge, I ordered Kali to stand up. An enquiring
look at Rob and he waved his hand. "Please, do as you please with
her." I thanked him and invited him to examine our girl. "You're
our guest tonight Rob, so please treat her as your own!" I stood
the little Kali in front of me and slipped my hands under her
frock. "First rule in this house, young lady, knickers come off!"
I slipped her yellow knickers down and off. She pouted and looked
hurt. I looked at Rob. "Rob, I'm sorry, but we really should
start the training immediately, otherwise she won't understand.
Do you mind if we start the punishments now?" Rob had a faraway
look in his eyes. He had lifted the front of our girl's skirt and
was admiring her succulent pussy. "Please take her to your room
and enjoy yourself Rob!" I said, laughing. "She'll do whatever
you want." I paused. "She's used to corporal punishment, so feel
free to beat her as hard as you like. She'll show you where we
keep the canes and things."

Sean showed them to the spare room and returned quickly. "Now
little girl, let's have a look at those nice titties you've got,"
I said, feeling them through the frock. She stepped back and
crossed her arms across her chest. "Oh dear, you're not going to
be difficult I hope!" Ben took her arm and pulled her back
gently. "From now on every time you don't obey an order, you will
be punished." I explained. "Before we continue, I want to see
your little pussy. Lift your dress up to your tummy!" She looked
confused and was obviously nervous about what to do. Hesitantly,
she lifted the front of her frock. "Higher!" I ordered. With a
hurt expression, she obeyed slowly and we admired her lovely
smooth pussy lips. Fortunately the hormones used to enlarge her
breasts had no effect on her genitalia. I made her open her legs
wider and stroked her between her legs. She immediately sighed
with pleasure and twisted slightly so my hand was on top of her
pussy. We looked at each other in surprise. "Turn around and bend
over." I ordered, removing my hand. Ben took her shoulders and
pushed her over, till she was in the correct position. Her
backside was as plump as our own girl's bum. I prodded her
bumhole and watched it twitch. "Where do you like being fucked
best?" I asked. "In your arse or in your pussy?" There was a
small silence, then her little voice, "In my pussy sir." She
replied timidly. I stood her up. "Take off your dress!" Realising
she had no choice, she pulled her frock up and over her head. We
all gasped in astonishment at the sight of her beautiful breasts.
Ben reached over and touched one of her nipples. The small girl
jumped and backed away. I looked at Ben. "You know Ben, I really
think she needs a good spanking. Would you oblige please?"

Ben grinned. We looked at the girl and laughed. Life was good.