SO MANY LITTLE PLEASURES

BY TOMMY

Disclaimer: Tom Clancy and Frederick Forsyth write about wars,
terrorists and torture, but to my knowledge they don't actually
go round shooting people. I write about the abuse of kids but the
thought of someone hurting a child in real life is just
sickening. The kids in my stories are not real. My stories are
the result of a crazy imagination. In the stories, kids accept
their situation, endure severe pain and still manage to get
sexually aroused. In real life they would probably faint, become
hysterical and go into shock.

So read and enjoy my stories but please remember that it's only
fiction.

Introduction

When I was left the family house, complete with the small fortune
that came with it, I didn't at first realise how lucky I was.
That is, until I discovered just how useful my father's cellar
complex could be. Long ago, my grandfather converted the enormous
basements and cellars into habitable areas, complete with
electricity supply, ventilation and rather elaborate decor. My
father continued this tradition; in fact he spent a large amount
of money on refining the huge complex that now existed below the
house. Of course, due to local tax laws, all of this was a
closely guarded secret. The authorities knew nothing of my
father's offices, gyms, wine cellars, music rooms and other
treasures hidden under our old house.

Now that I've inherited the house and have enough money to make
me a gentleman of leisure, I use these hidden chambers a great
deal.

Finding kids to fuck

My favourite boys are between four and nine, not skinny, slightly
plump, pretty with large firm thighs and pert half-moon buttocks
that tend to stick out. Girls, I prefer a little older, between
six and ten, plenty of meat, large buttocks-and a soft looking
mouth.

I do my homework well. Having an impressive collection of cars
and trucks complete with stick-on false plates, signs and other
disguises, I spend some weeks examining schools when the kids are
arriving and leaving. I choose my victim with care. He or she
will walk to or from home on their own. I don't rush it, but I
stay in the area, always at least two hundred miles from my
house, staying in cheap hotels, until I'm sure I have the perfect
specimen.

With boys, it's easy. I scatter a few brightly coloured Action
Man boxes behind the truck and ask the kid if he'd like to earn
himself a free toy by helping me pick them up. Open door,
chloroform pad, velcro bindings. Piece of cake.

For the little girls I put a few small kittens and food down and
ask the girls to help me catch the baby kitten under the truck.
Usually it works no problem.

The first dose of chloroform keeps them asleep for about two
hours. After that I use an eye dropper to add more chloroform to
the pad when they seem to be waking up.

When I get home I take them, still sleeping, straight to their
room and remove their clothes, replacing them with a short thin
nightgown. On the chair next to the bed I place the clothes they
are to wear in the morning. For girls, the regulation short grey
pleated skirt, white blouse and knickers, navy blue or red. For
boys I put thin grey shorts, white teashirt and white, red or
light blue underpants. There is always a bottle of viagra pills
on top. I do like the boys to perform well!

******

The 1st Day

Today the girl is about nine or ten, light brown hair, rather
plump. Her bottom is enormous and I smile as I imagine thrashing
it. Lifting her nightgown higher I admire her sweet pre-pubescent
pussy, smooth and fleshy, typical for most young girls. I put a
teddy bear next to her in the bed for comfort. Next to the bed I
place old towels and water. The chloroform usually makes the
child nauseous and I have to be prepared. The room is comfortable
and simple. A dimmer switch controls the two lights. On the wall
opposite the bed is a large clock with second hands. There is a
small cupboard for clothes, and a dressing table. On the wall
there are three hooks upon which hang a black gymshoe, a medium
sized paddle and a junior cane. An archway leads to a small room
with a shower, toilet and bidet at one end, a small fridge,
cupboard, sink and table at the other.

The small girl sleeps through the night occasionally waking for a
few seconds before dozing off again. About 7am she wakes up and I
stand ready with the towels. Fortunately she doesn't vomit but
comes too slowly, sitting up in bed and rubbing her eyes.

My first words are firm and reassuring. I use complicated
expressions that sound impressive, include references to tests,
special schools, experiments, poor behaviour etc. I make it clear
that I am her teacher, she is in a special school for at least
two weeks, I expect obedience, good behaviour and hard work. Now
the shock hits her. Tears, crying, calls for mommy. I allow her
to cry for a few minutes, then calmly repeat all I have said. I
don't rush things. I make it clear that she will be allowed to
leave in a few weeks if I am satisfied with her progress. No more
explanations. I repeat this until she calms down.

I order her quietly out of bed and show her the bathroom and then
the table on which I have already placed bread, jam and milk. I
keep the instructions simple. Details will have to wait. She will
make her bed, eat breakfast and wash her plate and tidy up. Then
she will shower and put on her clothes. I point to the chair. If
they don't fit, I will change them. I show her the clock. At nine
o'clock exactly she must be ready and standing next to her bed. I
will come and inspect what she has done and take her to the
office for her 'medical' examination.

At nine exactly I enter. She is standing next to the bed. Her
eyes look sore. She's been crying again. I tell her to stand up
straighter and examine her uniform. A little tight but it will
do. I tell her to follow me as I inspect the room. Bed not made
to my high standards, crumbs on the table, sink not wiped, soap
not in holder, nightgown not folded. I show her exactly what she
has to do next time, then draw her attention to the implements
hanging on the wall. Since this is the first day, I will be
lenient, but normally, such behaviour will result in corporal
punishment. She gazes at the objects, her eyes widening.

Medical examination

Ordering her to follow me I take her to my office which contains
a large oak desk, examination table, and various pieces of
apparatus which she looks at in wonder. I start off by gently
taking her pulse, measuring her height and weight. I look in her
mouth and ears and search her scalp for signs of headlice.
Picking up my stethoscope I smile and undo the last couple of
buttons of her blouse. This moment is always interesting. I lift
up the front of her blouse and listen to her heart. She looks at
me anxiously, embarrassed but too young to really understand why.
I leave her blouse on but then ask her quietly to take off her
skirt. She looks a little shocked and asks me why. I explain that
I cannot examine her properly with it on. I lower my voice and
explain very carefully that she is not to question my orders, but
obey without hesitation. She lowers her skirt and steps out of
it. I ask her to fold it up neatly and place it on the chair. On
my command she lifts each leg which I look at carefully. I pull
her knickers up so the material disappears into the crack between
her buttocks. She bends over and touches her toes. I order her to
straighten her legs which she manages to do. Although rather
plump, the girl is quite fit. Standing her up straight I take the
waistband of her knickers in my hands and start to pull them
down. She grabs my hands to stop me, pouting, tears in her eyes.
I stop and talk to her gently but firmly. I need to take her
knickers off to finish the examination. If she behaves like this
once more, she will be severely punished. I order her to put her
hands on her head out of the way and start taking her knickers
down. I always do this very slowly. I love the way the girl
trembles as I roll the tight knickers down over her large
backside. Kneeling down I pull the back of her knickers to the
top of her legs, then ease the front of her knickers very slowly
down to the same level. As I expose her smooth little pussy the
girl squirms as the feel of the cold air tells her that
everything is on show. I remove the knickers completely and throw
them on the chair. Lifting her onto the examination table I go to
wash my hands, reminding her to keep her hands on her head. She
is embarrassed, but even more so when I return. Lying her down, I
put my hands under her knees, open her legs and bring her knees
right up to her chest, ordering her to support them with her
hands and keep them as far apart as possible. The realisation of
how she must look in this position makes the girl start to cry.
Her most intimate areas are now as fully exposed as they possibly
can be. I allow her a minute to cry, soothing her with reassuring
words and stroking her thighs. I adjust her position slightly
reminding her to keep her knees against her chest and open as
much as she can. After caressing the inside of her thighs for a
while I turn my attention to her pussy, keeping up a
scientific-sounding commentary as I do so. I part the lips and
explore deeper with my fingers. Her clitoris is so small but I
feel it harden slightly as I gently flick it a few times. After a
few minutes I feel her start to relax a little. She is too small
and innocent to realise what's happening. Softly I inform her
that I will have to examine her pussy very often.

I lower my hand to her bottom and run my finger over her little
puckered anus. She shivers. Slowly I stroke it telling her that I
have to examine inside here as well but only after she's learned
how to wash it correctly.

Finally I order her off the table and tell her to stand to
attention, hands by her sides. I talk to her for a few minutes
about her examination and the importance of staying fit and
healthy. She is still embarrassed as I cast frequent glances at
her young pussy and I see her hands twitching as she fights the
urge to cover herself. Finally I inform her that she is never to
put her hands near her private parts. Whenever her knickers are
down she is to stand up straight with her legs a little apart and
ensure that her pussy is ready for inspection. Without waiting to
see if she has fully understood, I tell her to get dressed, then
sit down at my desk and stand her in front of me.

Introduction to discipline

I talk to her about discipline. There is only one type of
punishment I use. This is corporal punishment applied to her bare
bottom, either a simple spanking or using the implements she has
already seen in her room. She must never rub her bottom until I
give her permission. As part of her training she has to
experience this. She looks scared and confused but I quickly
assure her that each one will be applied very lightly and she
will be allowed to keep her knickers on. I move my chair back and
pat my lap. First a spanking. I order her over my lap, taking her
hand and pulling her down until she is right over, my right leg
raised to lift her bum a little higher. I pull her skirt back and
start to spank her plump bottom, very lightly at first but slowly
increasing the force. After a few minutes I feel her start to
wriggle and allow her up. I order her to bring the gymshoe
hanging on the wall which she does, rather reluctantly. Over my
knee and soon she is wriggling again and starting to cry. I can
feel her bottom getting hotter under her knickers. She replaces
the slipper and brings me the paddle, already crying and asking
me not to smack her bottom with it. Over my lap again and I start
off with a few gentle swats, increasing them almost imperceptibly
until she starts to whimper, then starts wriggling her large
bottom about and begging me to stop. I finish off with a few real
stingers then make her put it back and bring me the cane. I stand
up and flex it in my hands. I look at the scared little girl
before me and order her to bend over and stick her bottom out as
far as possible. She cries for a few seconds and I have to tell
her again. Reluctantly she touches her toes and sticks her bum
up. Her short skirt barely covers her buttocks but I pull it well
back. I give her six very light strokes, the last one catching a
bit of her bottom not protected by her knickers and making her
jump. I allow her to stand, her hands by her sides. She thinks
it's over. Bending the cane, I order her to take her knickers
off. She looks confused, scared and even defiant for a few
seconds before slowly reaching under her skirt, taking off her
knickers and placing them on the chair. I explain. I am very
disappointed by her behaviour and have decided that the last six
strokes will be hard ones and will be given on her bare bottom.
Ignoring her sobbing, I order the girl to bend over and I lift
her skirt back again, exposing her expansive chubby bottom,
already reddened. She is totally unused to real corporal
punishment. The first stroke swishes down and cracks loudly
across the middle of her backside. She jumps up howling and
prances comically around the room clasping her bum, tears running
down her cheeks. I sigh. It's always the same. Children these
days have no idea what a real caning is. I allow her a while to
stop jumping around. Her sobbing quietens a little and I sit and
ask her to listen to me. Quietly, I ask her if she thinks that
she can take another five strokes like that without making a
fuss. She doesn't answer but begs me not to hurt her again,
promising to be a good girl, to try harder, all the usual
promises they make. Standing up, I remove her skirt. She doesn't
object. Her hands are furiously rubbing the red weal spanning
both buttocks.

Tied down for her first caning

I lead her over to a large piece of equipment I have in my study,
a short padded bench with various bars attached that had
originally been used in a weight training gym and which I have
modified for another purpose. She is barely aware of what I'm
doing as I gently order her to lie face down along the bench. One
end of the bench is curved slightly up and her bum hangs over the
end. I reach down and secure her with a wide leather belt. Within
seconds, her arms are tied to bars at the front and her legs are
secured at the knees and ankles to other padded bars at the
sides. By raising, lowering or widening whichever part of the
apparatus I desire, I adjust her position until her bare bottom
is sticking up at the perfect angle, the position of her legs
ensuring that her buttocks are thrust out without being clenched.
The bars supporting her legs can also be moved sideway for
opening her legs as wide as I want. Although primarily for
punishment sessions, the bench is very useful for children who
are uncooperative when being examined or fucked for the first
time.

As the realisation of what I've done hits her she cries and asks
me what I'm doing. I'm not in a hurry. Going to the front I place
a blinfold over her eyes and a gag in her mouth. Too much
screaming gives me a headache. I go to my desk and read for a
while until she calms down. I come back and enjoy the view from
behind. Her legs apart, her bum up high ready for the cane. I
reach down and stroke her sweet little pussy reminding her of her
punishment. Not only will she receive six strokes, she will also
have a good paddling to warm her bottom up first. I fetch the
paddle and enjoy watching how her buttocks twitch as I run the
paddle over them. I make a mental note to use this equipment
more. It's so much easier with the child strapped down unable to
move.

Oblivious to her muffled screams I paddle alternate buttocks
until they change to a deep crimson. Realising her cries have no
effect on me, her screams change to a low sobbing, punctuated by
the loud slap of the paddle on yet unpunished areas of her bum.
Finally I stop and return to my desk, allowing her ten minutes to
rest. Her sobbing is now a low moan. I pick up the cane and run
the tip down between her buttocks, prodding her sweaty little
pussy. A little weary now I decide to speed things up. The first
stroke takes her breath away and the second arrives before she
even starts screaming. Although well secured, her buttocks writhe
frantically as I cane them. Pleased with the nice collection of
red-blue weals I check she is still secured tightly, then go
upstairs for an hour.

On my return the sobbing has stopped. She seems to be sleeping.
The small girl has soaked the front of the bench with tears. I
admire her scarred buttocks, running my finger along the weals.
Glancing down between her legs I notice something dripping onto
the floor. She has wet herself. I stroke her head asking her if
she knows that she's peed herself. She mumbles something
incoherent from behind the gag and whimpers. I feel a little
sorry for her but know that I can't allow this to go unpunished.
I fetch the gymshoe and give her twelve hard slaps on the back of
her legs. Reaching between her legs I dry her with some tissue,
then pinch her pussy lips hard between my fingers. She squeals
loudly. I tell her that if this happens again I will beat her on
her pussy.

Spanked again

I send her to her room giving her twenty minutes to make and eat
something. I know that she is too young to do this very well but
I don't care. In her room I inspect everything, finding marks on
the table and a knife not put away. I take her around, explaining
her duties in more detail. We reach the table. I show her the
marks, then the knife she's forgotten to put back in the drawer.
I watch as she wipes the table and removes the knife. I sit on
the bed and hold her hand. She must do better. Reaching under her
skirt I slide her knickers down. Tears form in her eyes. She
looks so sweet and vulnerable. I hold her close and kiss her, my
hand caressing her soft buttocks. I ease her over my lap and
spank her for a few minutes, not too hard. Finished, I remove her
knickers completely then her skirt and blouse. I send her to
stand in the corner, hands on head and go and eat lunch.

Cleaning her bum

On my return I ask her if she needs to use the toilet. I've
guessed correctly. She is uneasy about me watching but I order
her to get on with it and she has a crap. After she has wiped her
bottom and washed her hands, I talk to her about hygiene. From
now on I will inspect her private parts a few times every day and
I expect them to be clean. I introduce her to the routine she
will use for her anal hygiene. On the shelf above the bidet is a
simple enema device. I show her how to use it to inject warm
water into her anus and clench and unclench her buttocks for a
few minutes. She obviously hates having to stick the rubber
nozzle into her bottom and I chuckle as she lets it all out into
the toilet. We haven't finished. I hand her a suggestively shaped
bar of soap and order to sit on the bidet and stick it up as far
as possible. She has trouble accommodating this and it is only
the threat of a caning for disobedience that makes her finally
stick it all the way in. The last stage involves a repeat of the
enema to remove all the soap and a few minutes on the bidet using
her hands to wash her bottom all over. Having ensured she
understands my instructions, I watch as she wipes everything
clean. Sitting on the bed again I kiss her little nose and talk
about her other private bits. She reddens as I describe how I
want her to wash her little pussy every time she uses the
bathroom. My hand moves down and I stroke her pussy lips with my
fingers. Her eyes widen and I realise she is far too young to
understand. My finger slowly eases its way further and pokes her
cherry. I want her to wash everywhere with plenty of soap, as far
as she can.

Put to work

I stand. Normally the morning is for schoolwork and PE, the
afternoon for her cleaning duties and evenings for sex education.
Since her cleaning jobs would dirty her clothes she will work
wearing only an old teashirt and a g-string. I take the items
from a drawer and place them on the bed. She has 5 minutes to put
these on and come to the study ready for work.

She arrives in tears. She has guessed correctly how to put on the
g-string but can't believe it's meant to be like that. I laugh
and examine her. It is rather tight, but it will stretch. The
thin cord is hidden deep between her buttocks and the small
leather triangle at the front hugs her pussy tightly. I lead her
to the cupboard where I keep the mops, brooms, rags and buckets,
then show her the large basin. She will wipe everywhere with
moist cloths, sweep all the floors, wash them, polish them and
then report to the study. I want to see her working hard at all
times, lots of sweat and hard work. She will not stop for a
second. I order her on her hands and knees. When in this position
I want her back down and her bum sticking up, knees well apart.

Occasionally I check to see she's working hard. She handles the
broom in a way so typical of a small child and I have to suppress
a laugh. After an hour I walk quietly along the corridor. She is
crouching down on all fours with a cloth in her hand, not moving.
She looks around and sees me. Her arm is aching she explains. She
looks tired but still has one hour to go. I have something that
will help her. Going to the study I return with the gymshoe and
beat her backside. I order her to continue her work while I am
beating her. I don't want to waste time. I leave the sobbing
little girl furiously rubbing the floor, her freshly reddened
bottom sticking up. When I inspect what she has done, I am not
satisfied, but decide not to punish her. I show her what she must
do better next time, then order her to her room for a shower. She
must report to the schoolroom in thirty minutes.

Learning to suck cock in school

In the schoolroom I switch on the television and start the VCR.
It's a hard core film showing women giving and talking about
blowjobs, the best way to do it, why they should swallow, how to
improve their techniques etc. Nothing is left to the imagination.
When the film finishes I rewind the tape and place a list of
simple questions in front of the girl. She is to watch the film
again, then she will answer the questions to see if she has
understood it. In her best handwriting, I remind her smiling. One
hour later I return and read her answers. I struggle to decipher
her babyish hanwriting. She seems to have grasped what happens
though in her innocence she doesn't truly understand. I remind
her what I consider to be important points. She must perform the
blowjob with pleasure, she must treat the man's cream as though
it's the most delicious thing in the world and finally, it must
all go into her mouth without a single drop being spilt or
wasted. Her homework tonight is straightforward. She will give me
a blowjob and I will award marks out of ten for effort, attitude
and performance. My rules for homework are simple. Nine out of
ten is acceptable, eight results in twelve slaps with the
gymshoe, seven likewise with the paddle, six gets six with the
cane and lower marks than this will receive twelve with the cane
plus all the other punishments together.

I take her back to her room and give her a small box containing
make-up and cheap perfume. On her bed I have placed a short black
nightie. She has ten minutes to get ready then come to my sitting
room at the end of the corridor. I smile at the confused look on
her face. So much for her to take in, she hardly knows what she's
supposed to do.

Homework

I'm sitting in my armchair, a drink in my hand when I hear a
timid knock at the door. The little girl enters slowly and I look
at her in astonishment. The nightie is far too short and just
covers her tummy, allowing a nice view of her cute little pussy.
She has obviously played with her mother's makeup before now. She
has done well, red lipstick, a touch of mascara, rouge and even
her nails painted red. I smile. A few days ago this sweet little
girl would have been doing this innocently in her mommy's
bedroom, barbie doll by her side. Now she was about to give her
first blowjob with the possibility of a severe beating if she
didn't perform well. I wave my hand indicating to her to turn
around. Her bare bum is not very red now, though the weals are
still quite prominent. I wondered if there will be even more
weals before she goes to bed. I am not squeamish when it comes to
beating bottoms. If a bottom deserves thrashing I administer a
sound beating no matter how many weals are already there.

I stand up and tell the girl to unzip me and take my trousers
off. Her hands shake as she obeys, her gaze fixed on my bulging
underpants. I take her hand and press it to the bulge. Quietly I
tell her to remember the film and what I said afterwards. Now
take my pants off. She swallows and shakes a little as she slides
my pants down. As my throbbing erection sticks up she freezes as
if only just aware of what she's doing. I sit down on the edge of
my chair, open my legs and lean back. Nothing happens for a few
seconds, then I feel her little hands touching my cock. She is
trying to copy the women in the film. I smile and close my eyes.
For a while I feel only her soft hands exploring my cock and
balls, then suddenly her small mouth covers the tip. I stroke her
hair and instruct her further. More tongue here, suck harder,
caress the balls, faster now. For a first time she is doing well
though I am already mentally listing things she can improve. I
feel myself starting to come and open my eyes to see how she
copes. The rush of semen seems to surprise her and she gags as it
fills her mouth. She forgets about swallowing and splutters,
allowing some cum to run back down my cock. I moan with pleasure
as her tongue rubs my swollen glans, but already angry with her
not swallowing fast enough. I feel a trickle of semen running
down my leg and order her to lick it up, then instruct her to
lick around my cock until she's got rid of all traces of the
sticky fluid. Finally I make her suck me for a few more minutes
while I write a few notes.

Punished for not swallowing

Ordering her to get up and stand next to the chair I go through
the list I've made and explain how she can improve next time. I
pause. At first I was going to award her eight out of ten but by
not keeping all the cream in her mouth she had lost a lot of
points. My hand strokes her little pussy while I talk, then moves
round to her large bottom. I can only give her six out of ten and
frankly she's lucky it's not even lower. She will go to the study
and get into position over the punishment bench. She looks at me
in terror and starts to cry. Before she can say anything I remind
her what will happen if she hesitates in obeying my order. She
leaves the room sobbing. I pour myself a large whisky and relax
for another ten minutes before going to the study. The small girl
is in position, crying softly. I fasten the straps and adjust the
bench again before putting a gag on her. I don't bother with a
blindfold this time. Her nightie has ridden right up her back,
her large pert bottom sticking out provocatively. Swishing the
cane through the air I inform her that she will receive six
strokes of the cane for poor homework. I cane her hard, aiming
the last few strokes at the lower part of her bottom where I know
they'll hurt more when she sits down. Giving her twenty minutes
to regain some composure, I release her and order her to her
room. She has thirty minutes to wash the make-up off, prepare a
sandwich, eat it, shower, clean up, put on her nightgown and be
ready for inspection before bed.

Exactly thirty minutes later I enter her room. She is standing
next to the bed panting, obviously having finished just in time.
I examine her closely. She has a slight smudge of lipstick on her
cheek and mascara under her eyes. I order her to wash her face
again while I continue the inspection. Her shower unit has not
been wiped, there are crumbs under the table and her uniform is
not folded neatly enough. I note all these in my book and sit on
the bed calling her to stand in front of me. I list the faults.
She sees that I'm angry and starts to cry before I've even
finished. She deserves twelve with the paddle but I feel tired. I
tell her that she will get up early tomorrow at seven thirty,
remove her nightgown and go straight to the punishment bench for
her paddling. She is to stay in position until I arrive. I put
her to bed and kiss her softly.

******

The 2nd Day

No escape!

Next morning I enter the study at eight, expecting the girl to be
there. No sign of her. On the wall is a panel with lights
indicating the security system. One is blinking. I sigh and walk
down the corridor to a large door. All doors in and out of this
part of the complex are designed like airlocks. Once through, the
door locks itself and a code must be entered to open the second
door. The little girl is sitting against the wall, hugging her
knees, crying quietly to herself. Dressed in her uniform, she's
obviously been there some time. She sees me open the door and
starts sobbing hysterically, calling for her mommy. I watch her
for a few minutes before quietly telling her to stand up. I take
her gently by the hand and lead her to her room. I sit her on my
knee and stroke her hair, explaining that she is here for own
good. Two weeks of good behaviour and she will be allowed home,
but while here she must obey the rules. We will discuss this more
later but now I want her to do what I told her last night. Seeing
her hands shake, I unbutton her blouse for her, allowing her to
remove it. I pull her skirt down and then her knickers. She is
crying harder knowing what I plan to do. Leading the naked little
girl to the study I push her gently over the punishment bench and
take my time with the restraints. Before putting the gag on her,
I kneel down and talk to her quietly. I list what she has done
wrong. Late for punishment, gross disobedience, out of her room
without permission, wrongly dressed but most importantly,
attempting to leave the school premises. The punishments for some
of these will be administered after her paddling, but the last
crime is so serious I will have to be think about it.

Punished

I give her twelve slaps with the paddle and wait ten minutes for
her to calm down. Her backside is a blazing red, the wide
restraining belt across her lower back keeps her in place. I tell
her that she will now receive twenty four slaps with the gymshoe,
another twelve with the paddle and finally, six stokes of the
cane.

About thirty minutes later I replace the cane on its hook. Her
formerly white buttocks are now a mass of swollen red flesh,
crisscrossed with red-blue weals. Going to my desk I take a tube
of ointment, a topical anaesthetic, which I spread thinly all
over her sore bottom. Her crying is now a constant moan, muffled
by the gag. I wait for the ointment to work then allow her up.
She stands before me as though drugged, her face red and blotchy
with tears. She will now return to her room, have breakfast,
shower and change. I will arrive in twenty minutes.

Late for school

When I enter she stands nervously by the bed, her eyes red. I
inspect her uniform, then her room. Apart from a little dust I
find nothing wrong. I congratulate her and order her to follow me
to the schoolroom.

Taking my place at the large desk I face the small girl, standing
straight waiting for permission to sit down. I smile and point to
the clock. What time is it? It is nine thirty. I ask her why she
is late for her lessons. She looks confused, then scared. She is
late because of her behaviour earlier. I will not tolerate
lateness. I order her to the front and tell her to take her
knickers down and bend over. She cannot believe what is
happening. The thought of her sore swollen buttocks receiving
further punishment is almost impossible to contemplate. She begs
me not to cane her and I wave my hand to silence her. She
receives six strokes here or we go to the punishment bench and
she has twelve. In any case she has already earned extra for
hesitating. Her sobbing increasing in volume yet again, she
lowers her knickers to her ankles, bends over and touches her
toes. I lift her skirt back and rub the cane over her bum,
feeling it bump over the raised weals already there. By the third
stroke she is screaming with pain, begging me to stop, wriggling
and moving her bottom frantically. I remind her that if she
doesn't stay in position she will go to the study. Her hands are
white as she grips her ankles hard. The sixth stroke lands with a
loud crack and she yells and slips over side ways. Back in
position, I flick her bum playfully with the cane. Two extra
strokes for hesitation and one for not keeping in position. She
clenches her teeth as I inflict fresh weals over old weals. It is
over. I replace the cane, allow her to pull up her knickers and
order her back to her desk. She hobbles back slowly. She lowers
herself gingerly onto her seat and cries out as the hard wood
presses against her red raw buttocks.

I work methodically through math and english books used in junior
schools. Every half hour I test her on what she's learned. The
pain from her bum obviously helps her memory. She performs well
in the tests. I give her ten minutes to learn a long poem by
heart while I read. She recites it but forgets the second half. I
put the paddle on my desk and give her five more minutes to learn
it. Before she recites it I order her to take off her knickers
and place them on her desk. I am interested to see if a bare
bottom will help jog her memory. She recites the whole poem
perfectly and I praise her. I tell her to leave her knickers off
and to sit with her legs wide open. From my desk I enjoy the
view.

Hygiene inspection

Before lunch I take her to the study and remind her about my
rules on hygiene. I remove her skirt and knickers and lift her on
the examining table. Placing her on all fours, facing away from
me, I see only her huge soft bottom. Lubricating my fingers I
slowly push my index finger into her anus. She squirms and asks
tearfully why I'm putting my hand there. I remind her about not
talking and slap her thigh to remind her. I remark casually that
I must check that her bottom is clean and I have to get it ready
for fucking tonight. She recognises this as a naughty word but
doesn't know what it means. With one finger up her ass, I try
with two fingers. She wriggles and I have to threaten her with a
caning to get her to stay still. I finish my little game and
order her onto her back, legs up against her chest. Eager to
please, she opens her legs wide and even manages a little smile
as she offers her pussy for inspection. She has cleaned it well.
My finger still slippery, I explore her cherry, managing to get a
few inches up her vagina before she begs me to stop, biting her
lip. I notice she is crying less now, possibly having learned
that it has no effect.

Put to work

My inspection of her room after lunch is thorough. I discover the
rubber nozzle of her enema syringe is dirty. When she has cleaned
it I bend her over and beat her with the gymshoe. I set her to
work in the complex, dusting and cleaning the many rooms. When I
give her only the teashirt to put on she looks confused. She will
not wear anything below the waist. I wish to keep her bottom
accessible at all times. If she sees me when she is on all fours,
she is to stick her bottom right out as she did yesterday. If
she's standing she must bend over and not move. It is part of the
preparation for tonight. Ten minutes later I find her wiping
shelves in one of the storerooms. She immediately stops working
and bends over, sticking her expansive buttocks up for my
pleasure. I feel in the crack and stick two fingers deep inside
her. Over the next few hours I repeat this process every ten
minutes until I can insert three fingers quite easily. Seeing her
on the floor polishing the parquet, bum held high, I kneel down
and stick my fingers into her anus. She doesn't dare stop work
for a second but opens her legs wider in an effort to help me. I
grin. At last she is learning.

Schoolwork: How to take it up the ass

After her shower I send her to the schoolroom on her own. She
knows now how to turn the video on and off. In graphic detail she
watches women being fucked in the ass and enjoying it. It's a
long video. I give her a sheet of simple questions and rewind it
for her to watch again. After reading her answers I explain that
she must start off by doing what she did last night. Her bottom
is still a mass of welts and bruises but I won't hesitate to cane
her severely if she doesn't perform well. I talk for a few more
minutes then send her to her room to get ready. I remind her
about washing 'everywhere' and tell her that from now on she is
to perfume her pussy and bottom as well. Before she goes, I give
her a tube of lubricant and tell her to push lots of it inside
her bottom.

Homework: Fucked up the ass

Having told the small girl that we would be doing it in her
bedroom, I arrive twenty minutes later. As instructed, she has
dimmed the lights and is curled up naked on the bed. I am always
amazed at how a little nine year old girl can make herself look
so sexy and grown up with a bit of makeup and perfume. I remove
my trousers and pants, then I walk to the wall and stroke the
cane hanging there. She gets the message and licks her lips and
tries to look sexy in an attempt to copy what she has seen on the
videos. I lie on the bed beside her and softly kiss her red lips,
my hand caressing her little tummy. I get comfortable and whisper
for her to get to work. Rather clumsily she turns round and moves
her head down to my crotch. I grab her legs and lift her so my
head is between them, my mouth almost touching her smooth fat
pussy. For a few minutes I'm in ecstasy as her little tongue
plays with my cock, before taking the tip into her soft mouth.
Parting her buttocks I gently check to see if she has prepared
herself as I said. Her tight little asshole peeps at me
glistening. I let her continue until I'm as hard as I can be,
then I slap her bum and order her in position. I stand while she
kneels on the side of the bed, head down, bottom up and legs
apart. Smearing a bit more lubricant onto my cock, I hold the
little girl's waist and start to fuck her ass. She starts
whimpering, scared of what I'm doing. I enter her slowly, but I'm
so hot I end up pushing the last few inches up in one go. The
girl squeals and starts to cry but that only makes me even more
horny. Wriggling her bum she attempts to get away but I grip her
tightly round the waist reminding her about the beating she has
coming. She sobs louder begging me to stop. It's so painful. I
fuck her for only a few more seconds before I cum. Her tight ass
is so comfortable I relax for a few minutes before pulling my
cock out and releasing her. Her crying has stopped and she stays
in position, sniffing occasionally, no doubt trying to please me
and avoid a beating. I order her to turn round and suck me clean.
Desperately trying to please she pops my limp penis in her mouth
and licks it for a minute before I send her to wash her bottom.
While I get dressed I watch as she uses the enema and bidet,
carefully cleaning everything, nervously watching me from the
corner of her eye.

Punished for poor homework

She stands between my legs and I kiss her tenderly, my hand
caressing her thigh. I pat her bottom and notice how she winces.
It's so tender there. I move my hand round to her pussy and brush
it lightly, smiling. Softly I order her to the punishment bench.
It takes a few seconds for this to register and then her eyes
fill with tears. So shocked, she doesn't protest and I guide her
gently to the study. Once restrained I examine her buttocks
closely. I realise that caning her again on top of so many weals
will probably draw blood. I decide to cane her on her thighs,
just below where her bum starts. The cane cracks down hard and
the little girl yells in pain and surprise. I adjust the angle of
the bench and continue. A few minutes later I step back to admire
my handiwork, six straight lines one inch apart on both thighs.
Her thighs are plump and I make a mental note to punish them more
often. When she's calmed down I send her to get ready for bed.

I find nothing to complain about in her room and tuck her into
bed. She looks so sweet with the teddy bear beside her. Before
leaving I inform her that she must be over the punishment bench,
completely naked, tomorrow at 7.30 for her paddling. Due to her
attempt to avoid it this morning she will now have to do this
every day for a whole week. I leave her crying quietly into her
pillow.

******

The 3rd Day

Laying down the law

Entering the study at eight o'clock I find the little girl
stretched over the punishment bench, her head in her arms. I take
her hands and tie them to the bars, doing the same with her legs.
Adjusting the bench I run my hand over her bottom and down
between her legs, giving her pussy a little squeeze as if to say
hello. Adjusting the lateral leg bars I pull her legs further
apart. As I go to place the gag around her mouth she sobs and
begs for permission to use the bathroom first. I laugh and put
the gag on. She should have gone earlier. I pick up the paddle
and start with a few hard slaps on the back of her thighs, the
six weals from last night still visible. I adjust the bars a
little until her legs are as wide apart as possible, her bum
stuck up high, her pussy and anus in full view. I turn my
attention to the inside of her plump thighs, knowing how she'll
feel when she walks. Not having decided on the number of strokes,
I continue for a few minutes, then suddenly the girl pees
herself, the urine flowing down her leg onto the floor. I give
her a few really hard slaps on her backside and fetch the mop.
Having cleaned the floor, I dry her pussy carefully. She knows
what she's done but she's too busy concentrating on the pain from
her sore thighs and bum to care. I give some time to stop crying
then run my hand down gently between her pussy lips. I already
warned her about this and what would happen if she did it again.
Releasing the little naked girl from the bench, I send her back
to her room to eat breakfast and have a shower. I check her
uniform then send her to the study. I wish to talk to her before
starting school. Sitting behind my desk, I announce that I am not
happy. From now I want to see her obey every order without any
hesitation. Normally by now, all my little boys and girls should
be doing what I say without thinking. I change the subject. She
already received one warning about wetting herself. Her behaviour
today is unacceptable. I threatened to beat her pussy if it
happened again. I pause and she looks up, wondering what I mean.
After lunch and before starting her cleaning duties, she will
report to the study for her punishment.

In the schoolroom she finds it difficult to concentrate but six
slaps with the gymshoe on her sore bum soon has her working hard.
I set her some work and lean back reading the newspaper. She does
well in the tests but I decide to test her obedience. I order her
to take her knickers down and bend over. Without hesitating she
obeys, sticking her bum out. Satisfied, I tell her to stand, then
order her to her room for lunch.

Pussy whipping

Thirty minutes later she enters the study clad only in a short
teashirt and her leather g-string. On my command, she removes the
g-string and gets on the punishment bench, though this time on
her back. She whimpers but doesn't struggle as I secure her to
the bench. This time her legs are held wide apart and brought
back up to her shoulders. Her smooth fleshy pussy is almost
horizontal and I walk easily between her legs to examine it.
Happy with her position I lift up my pussy beater to show her, a
length of black leather, which I wrap round my hand. I lift it
high and bring it down hard on her quivering pussy. The small
girl cries out in pain and begs me to stop, I grin cruely and
continue the beating, giving her twelve lashes. Her whole pubic
area is a deep red. Not wanting her to waste time on her
cleaning, I spread a little local anaesthetic over her pussy and
lift her, still sobbing, off the bench. Five minutes late she is
hard at work dusting the rooms.

Away for the night

Tonight I have to leave. I have a long talk about what I expect
while I am away. I won't be back until tomorrow evening and give
her a list of things I expect her to do, all typed clearly for
her to read, instructions, exercises for school and her cleaning
tasks. I will not have time to enjoy her tonight but I give some
'homework'. We go to her room. On her bed is a butt-plug and a
small vibrator. She is to put lubricant on each, insert the
butt-plug right into her bottom, then push the vibrator at least
half way into her pussy before turning it on. There are security
cameras in every room. The one in her room is pointed at her bed
and she is to make sure that the camera can see each one being
pushed in. The camera is recording so I can check it tomorrow. I
warn her that the vibrator will hurt but she can push it in
slowly. If I don't see it at least half way in, she will be
severely caned. She will keep them in for one hour, then wash
them both and replace them on my desk.

Sine I won't be here in the morning for her paddling, I decide on
an experiment. She is to go to the study at eight a.m. and paddle
her own bottom in full view of the camera. If I don't think the
twelve slaps are hard enough, I'll double it when I return.
Finally, at nine p.m. tomorrow she is to be ready for me in her
room, washed, made-up, completely naked and with her asshole well
lubricated. I give her the list and leave.

******

The 4th Day

My little boy

The next day I return exhausted, but happy. In the second bedroom
there is a little boy, only six or seven years old, a little
plump, blond curly hair, wide innocent eyes, cheeky grin. Fast
asleep his large pert bottom sticks out from under his nightgown.
Tomorrow he will find out what little boy's bottoms are for.
Sliding my hand round his waist I turn him over gently. I notice
with satisfaction that his penis is larger than average for his
age and is uncircumcised. I lick my lips and leave him to sleep.

Before going to the girl's room, I check the security videos,
fast forwarding to the important parts. I watch her cry as she
slowly pushes the vibrator into her young vagina, the butt-plug
firmly in place. Her attempts to paddle herself are very funny
and I make a mental note to give her double next time.

In her room, the litle girl is waiting for me on the bed in a
sexy pose presumably to try and please me. The presence of the
boy has made me horny as hell and I don't feel like messing
about. I order her to get her bum up and start to fuck her ass,
warning her about making a fuss. She cries out a few times and
grips the pillow but doesn't struggle as before. Ordering her to
shower again, I remind her about her morning paddling and leave
the room.

******

The 5th Day

I sleep next to the boy until he wakes. Noticing the signs, I
lift him up and go to the toilet where he vomits. I clean him up
and lie him down, stroking his hair and talking soothingly to
him. I treat boys differently to girls. I'm less strict and much
gentler with them. I still use plenty of corporal punishment but
try to keep their buttocks free from nasty weals wherever
possible. The slipper, paddle and cane I use are much lighter
than the ones for the girls. Little boys tend to accept the
situation faster and are more eager to please.

I comfort him for a few minutes and he goes back to sleep.

Seeing the time, I walk to the study where the girl is waiting
for me on the punishment bench. I strap her down and take the
paddle. Her pathetic attempts to administer her own punishment
yesterday were inadequate so she must have double the dose today.
She cries pitifully but the crying soon turns to sharp yells of
pain as I bring the paddle down hard on her thighs. Twelve on the
back of her thighs, then another twelve on the inside. By the
time I've finished, the poor girl is wailing and wriggling
frantically, her thighs a deep crimson. I send her to her room
and order her to stay there until I arrive.

Looking after the little boy

Back in the boy's room, I see he has just woken up. His
frightened eyes stare at the strange surroundings and he starts
to cry. I sit next to him and stroke his head telling him the
same story as I told the girl. Reassuring him that it's just a
special school, I hug him and tell him not to worry. When he
calms down, I lift him out of bed and show him the toilet, shower
and cupboards. I don't expect him to prepare his own food; he's
far too young. This will be the girl's job. I prepare a bowl of
cereal and milk and watch him eat. He cries a few more times and
I repeat my story and smile reassuringly at him. Removing his
nightgown I gasp in delight. He's beautiful. Totally naked, he
looks scared and covers his willy with his hand. I gently move
his hand away, but continue to smile. I make him use the toilet,
then put him under the shower and wash him delicately, telling
him how important it is to be clean. My fingers brush his little
penis and I reassure him. I talk We have many rules here. Boys
are not allowed to touch their private parts apart from when they
need to pee. Not in the shower and never in bed. I make sure he
understands and take him out, drying him gently and combing his
hair. On the chair are tight blue underpants, thin grey shorts
and white teashirt. I dress him slowly, reminding him that next
time he must dress himself. On his feet I put white ankle socks
and a pair of simple black gymshoes. The shorts are slightly too
small but made of a stretchy material that hugs his bottom,
disappearing into his crack, outlining his buttocks perfectly. I
see him looking at the punishment implements on the wall and tell
him what they're for. His eyes widen and he instinctively holds
his bottom. I can't help laughing.

His first medical

Taking his hand I lead him to the study explaining the reasons
for his medical examination. He stands in front of my desk and
looks around. I order him to stand still and I go out returning
after a minute with the girl, now dressed smartly in her uniform.
I smile at the look on her face when she sees the little boy and
explain that she must assist me in his training. She is not to
talk to him apart from giving instructions or answering questions
about his training. I also explain that, although she is a bit
older than him and will help train him, she has to obey him. He's
a boy and she's only a girl.

I turn to the small boy and carefully pull his teashirt off over
his head, handing it to the girl to fold up. I pat his head and
take his weight, height and so on before listening to his heart
and lungs. Praising him for being so healthy, I casually ask him
to remove his shorts so I can check his legs. Used to changing
his shorts for PE with little girls around, he obeys, hands them
to the girl now standing by his side, and stands up clad only in
his tight blue underpants, his sweet innocent expression so
endearing. I check his legs over and tell him to stand on the
chair. He jumps up and I pat his bottom saying what a good boy he
is. There are just a few more things to examine. I make him put
his hands on his head and order him to keep them there. Smiling
at the girl, I order her to take his underpants down slowly. As
she starts to pull them down, he whimpers and looks at me, saying
he doesn't want to take his underpants off. I smile at his
embarrassment. A little girl not much older than him is going to
see his privates. I tell him softly but firmly that in this
school, it's perfectly normal, and he must do as he's told. He
pouts and has tears in his eyes but doesn't argue. He's an
obedient boy. The girl pulls his pants down to his ankles and he
steps out of them. She looks at his small penis with some
interest. Taking it carefully between my fingers I talk to the
girl about the rules for boys. She is responsible for washing his
penis, testicles and anus. The foreskin must be pulled all the
way back. She must also help him use the enemas and bidet, and
will check that he is always clean. I invite her to explore his
privates and smile at the boy's expression as the little girl
examines everything, her hands tickling his little balls. I stop
her after a minute reminding her that she'll have plenty of time
for a closer look when she gives him a shower, but warning her to
be gentle. I will supervise the first time she pulls back his
foreskin.

I lift the bewildered little boy onto the examination table and
make him lie down and pull his knees to his chest, keeping them
well apart. I run my finger down the sensitive area between his
testicles and asshole and see him shiver. Gently I touch his
tight little anus and it contracts. I invite the girl to look
closer and remind her to be careful when inserting the enema tip
into his bottom. She must also help me to prepare his bottom for
fucking. The boy looks round startled by this 'rude' word but
doesn't understand.

I lift him down and the girl helps him get dressed. Now the
demonstration of the punishment implements. I explain the rules
and assure him that he can keep his shorts on while I show him
each one. Very gently, I place him over my knee and spank his
large behind just hard enough to make him start to whimper.
Soothing him, I show him how the slipper and paddle feel,
increasing the force of the slaps slightly until he starts to
react. I make him bend over for the cane but give him light
flicks that don't hurt much. Congratulating him for being so
brave I glance at the girl and ask him if he'd like to see
someone get a proper caning on their bare bottom. He nods
enthusiastically and I smile and pat his head.

In the schoolroom

In the schoolroom I sit him at a small desk and give him a
workbook of simple sums to do. For the girl I have a list of
questions covering the work over the last few days. They are
deliberately hard. I'm itching to cane her again. A glance at her
answers after half an hour reveals only four out of ten are
correct. I order her out to the front and make her lower her
knickers to her ankles before bending over, her back to the
little boy, who now gazes in awe at her huge bottom waiting to be
punished, still bearing signs of old weals from previous canings.
I give her six strokes waiting a good ten seconds between each
one. The swish and crack of the cane across her buttocks
reverberates loudly around the room. Being used to punishment now
the girl cries but makes far less noise than she did previously.
I send her back to her seat and go to see how the boy is getting
on. To my surprise he has completed the first five pages. I
tousle his hair and give him plenty of praise.

Punishment

After lunch I take the two children to the boy's room and make
the little boy sit on the toilet until he has managed to go. I
order him to do exactly as the girl tells him and leave. A few
minutes she comes to find me, and nervously tells me that the boy
won't let her put the enema tip in his bottom, he won't even take
his pants off. I sigh and go back to the room. I should have
realised this might happen. It's partly my fault for not
sufficiently demonstrating what corporal punishment feels like.
Time for a sore bottom. Taking the little boy by the shoulders I
quickly slip his shorts and underpants off, scold him for not
obeying me and order him to bring me the slipper. He will have
six hard slaps on his bare bottom. The boy backs away shaking his
head, starting to cry. I repeat the order, warning him of severe
punishment if he doesn't obey immediately. Tears running down his
cheeks, he continues to shake his head. Realising he's not going
to obey, I grab his hand and practically drag him to the study,
giving the girl orders to change and start cleaning.

The little boy struggles and screams at me to let go. In one
swift movement I place him over the punishment bench and strap
him on tightly. I need a minute to readjust the other bars, but
manage to get his legs and arms secured. His legs wide apart,
chubby bottom sticking up, I enjoy the view. I tickle his tight
little scrotum and give his small penis a flick. Aware now that
he cannot move, the child cries even louder. I take the paddle
and show it to him, telling him that he must listen to me. He
stops his bawling and looks at the smooth paddle in my hand. I
quietly inform him that his behaviour is unacceptable and he will
now be punished. He will be paddled until I think he has learned
his lesson. When I finish, he'll be given another chance to obey
my orders, and if he misbehaves again today, I will cane him,
exactly like I caned the girl before. Ignoring his cries I start
paddling him all over his bottom and thighs, lightly at first and
slowly increasing in force. After one minute his bottom is a dark
pink, and between blows he promises to be good. I grin and
continue for a few more minutes, methodically covering his whole
bottom with hard slaps. The promises to be good continue but soon
he's too busy coping with the pain to talk. The skin is now
bright red and hot to the touch. I finish off with a few stingers
on the inside of his thighs, and stop. While I wait for his
sobbing to die down, I fetch some ice cold water and bathe his
glowing buttocks and thighs. His punishment was relatively light
and the redness should fade in a few hours.

A bit of fun

I lift him off the bench and fetch the girl. When the little boy
sees her dressed only in a g-string and teashirt, his eyes widen.
I inform her that the boy is ready to have his bottom washed and
then he is to go in the shower and stay there until I arrive. She
looks at the boy, naked from the waist down, takes him by the
hand and leads him out.

Ten minutes later I find him standing in the shower, the girl
watching him. On questioning her she tells me that he accepted
the enemas but cried a lot when she pushed the hard soap stick in
his bottom. I laugh and turn off the water in the shower. Gently
I take his little penis in my hand and show her what to do. I
soap the end of his penis and then pause. I explain to the girl
that it's much easier to wash a boy's penis if it's erect. I
smile at the little boy, now looking nervously at what I'm doing.
I stroke his hair and kiss him. My hand tickles his little balls
and I play gently with his penis, my finger rubbing it just
behind the glans. After a minute, his little willy starts to
lengthen. I take his foreskin and pull it all the way back,
uncovering his glans which has a blueish tinge. The boy squeals
and pulls his penis out of my grasp. I order his hands on his
head. He obeys, albeit with some crying and pleas for me to stop.
I ignore him and tell the girl that she is to do this every time
he goes to the toilet or has a shower. I know from experience
that a little boy's foreskin needs only a couple of days to be
made looser. She is to elicit an erection, if possible, then wash
his whole penis and scrotum. I watch her copy what I do and then
take the boy out and wrap him in a large towel. I cuddle him and
put him on my knee while the girl cleans his shower. My hand
slips under the towel and gently plays with his privates. He
looks at me with his big eyes but I tell him that I will play
with them whenever I like, which he seems to accept. We watch the
girl wiping the floor and I ask him if he'd like to make her do
something. I remind him that she must do whatever he says. He
looks embarrassed for a second , then whispers that he'd like to
see her 'private' bits. I suppress a laugh and call the girl, who
immediately comes and stands in front of me, the front of her
g-string wedged firmly between her pussy lips. I order her to
remove all her clothes, which, after a rather brief embarrassed
pause, she does, looking at the little boy with a hurt
expression. The boy looks at her and then looks at me. A cheeky
grin on his face. He seems embarrassed but I order the girl to
lie back on the bed and lift her legs right back. With everything
exposed I take his hand and invite him to explore her pussy,
showing him how he can push his hand between her pussy lips into
the hot moist area beyond. He relaxes and starts to examine her
pussy and bottom in detail. His fingers trace the red weals
spanning her buttocks and I show him how to stick his fingers
into her anus. I stroke his little willy and tell him that
although she's older than him, she has to do everything he says.
If she doesn't, I will cane her, or allow him to punish her
himself. He looks at me, a cheeky grin on his face. He doesn't
notice that his willy is getting hard and I stand him on the bed
and quickly start sucking his little penis. He looks startled but
doesn't complain. I explain that I'll always be very happy when
his willy goes 'hard'. To make me really pleased with him he must
always show me and offer it for me to suck. He giggles and holds
my head while I tickle him with my tongue, one hand caressing his
cuddly bottom, the other gently playing with his tiny balls.
Although very young, I can see that he enjoys it. I remind him
quietly that he can make the girl do this whenever he likes, in
fact he can do whatever he likes with her. To demonstrate, I stop
sucking his willy for a second and order the girl to take my cock
out and get to work. As she sucks me, I move my hand to the
little boy's crack and ease my fingers between his buttocks. I
start to tease his tight little asshole and manage to get my
finger a few inches inside before he reacts. I keep my finger
there and wiggle it slowly , trying to get him used to the feel.
His penis seems to stiffen a little more and I play my tongue
over the tip, making him grip me tighter. I feel myself
approaching orgasm but I want to keep it for later so I order the
girl to stop what she's doing and bring me the tube of lubricant.
The boy sees her leave and looks down at my glistening cock. I
see the inquisitive look on his face and lift him down between my
legs while asking if a boy do it better than a girl. He hesitates
for a second, then he carefully opens his mouth and starts
sucking the head of my cock. The feeling is ecstatic but I'm
determined to save myself for the evening when I plan to fuck his
bottom. Smiling, I gently lift him up and kiss him, telling him
what a good boy he is. I put some lubricant on my fingers and
hold him gently round the waist, signalling to the girl to get to
work on him. The small boy stares in amazement as the girl kneels
down and pops his little penis in her mouth. His attention fixed
on the strange but pleasant feeling in his stiffening willy, he
hardly notices as I gently push my finger back inside his large
bottom and start probing deeper. I wait patiently for his anal
sphincter to relax. Gently inserting another finger, I give him a
minute to get used to it before pushing it in further. I whisper
softly to him that I have to prepare his bottom for tonight.
Noticing the time, I pull my fingers out and tell the girl to
stand up. She stops sucking him and the boy looks at me
reproachfully. His willy is sticking straight up. Instinctively
he takes hold of it but I move his hand away immediately,
reminding him of the rules. He must not touch himself there,
besides, I add smiling, that's what the girl is for.

Set to work

I dress him in a teashirt and make him put on a g-string like the
girl but with a small leather pouch at the front. The girl is to
show him what to do and I expect them both to work extremely
hard. I hand the girl a tube of lubricant and explain how I want
her to prepare his bottom. Every ten minutes she is to stick her
fingers up as far as possible. If she can't get three fingers up
by the end of the afternoon, she'll be punished. I tell the
little boy that he must do what she says and must stand still and
not wriggle when she examines him. He has to bend over slightly
and rest his hands on his knees while she is preparing his
bottom. Patting his bare buttocks, I remind him what will happen
if he's naughty.

Leaving the underground complex for a few hours I return and hear
crying. The little boy is standing in the corridor, holding his
bottom with his back to the wall. I soon learn the cause of his
distress. The girl explains that he refused to let her continue
to prepare him. She tried to put all three fingers in but he
won't stay in position. I look down at the boy and speak very
softly. He either bends over and lets the girl prepare his bottom
or he comes with me to the study for punishment. At this, he
looks up with a terrified expression and presents his bottom to
the girl. I make a mental note to punish him later and leave them
to get on with their duties.

One hour later I send them both to the shower in the boy's room
and remind the girl to wash his penis and anus. Entering the room
I make up my mind to stop any pretence and order the little boy
to come and kneel on the edge of the bed. Hearing the tone of my
voice he obeys immediately and jumps on the bed, sticking his
bottom up and burying his head in the bedclothes, My heart melts
and I stroke his back, tickling him and moving his legs apart.
Reaching down under the bed I take a small butt-plug and rub some
lubricant all over it.

Parting his buttocks I start to push it into his bottom. I push
it in a few inches until the boy starts to whimper and wriggle. I
soothe him with my voice and wiggle the butt-plug, moving my hand
between his legs and stroking his tight little scrotum. As he
relaxes, I swiftly push the plug all the way in. He flinches and
starts to cry, complaining that it hurts. I get the girl to feel
how tight it is and tell her to check that is doesn't start
coming out.

I send the girl to her room to get dressed in her school uniform
and to prepare food for them both. Placing the little boy on his
feet, I dress him in his school clothes and tell him to run to
the girl's room for a bite to eat. He looks at me tearfully and
asks if he can take the thing out of his bottom. I smile and
threaten to spank him if he asks me that again.

Sex education

After they've eaten I take them to the schoolroom and start the
video. It's an old rare film from Holland all about sex with
young boys. I give the girl a list of questions and answers to
read to the boy. He can watch it twice before attempting the
questions and then a third time to check all the answers. I give
her my orders for after the film. She is to remove his butt-plug,
wash him thoroughly, put plenty of lubricant inside and perfume
his bottom. For herself she will make up and wear her short black
nightie, but I want the boy naked. They will knock at the study
door at exactly 9pm.

Before leaving them to watch the film, I take her hand and slip
it down the front of the boys shorts. I want her to play with him
while he watches. The little boy looks embarrassed but opens his
legs wider.

Fucked for the first time

At 9pm exactly the two children arrive. The little boy stands
stark naked, fidgeting slightly. I dim the lights and hug them
both, one hand round the girls waist stroking her smooth pussy,
the other between the boy's legs, fondling his privates. I smile
at the small boy and ask him if he's ready. He looks up sweetly
and nods. I explain quietly that because this is the first time,
I have to put him on the restraining bench, but after tonight it
will be in the bedroom. As gently as possible I lie him on his
tummy over the bench and start strapping him down. His arms and
legs restrained, I raise and lower the supports until his chubby
bottom is sticking out at the perfect angle, his legs pulled
under the bench and well apart. He whimpers as I check he's
comfortable and I stroke him down his back, talking quietly to
him. I play with his willy for a minute before teasing his tight
little anus with my index finger. Ordering the girl to crouch
down low in front of me, I tell her to get my penis as stiff as
possible. I want her to tickle my balls while I'm fucking the
boy. As her hands dance over my balls and her warm mouth embraces
my prick, I add more lubricant to my fingers and start to push
them in. I continue for a couple of minutes until he gets used to
the feeling. Gripping his waist, seeing the puppy fat wobbling, I
pull my erect cock out of the girl's mouth and press it against
his little asshole. I tell him that it's time for him to be
fucked. If he makes a fuss, I will beat him. Slowly I push my
prick a few inches inside. The boys cries out in pain and starts
shouting for me to stop. I start pumping in and out, very slowly
pushing it in further. I realise that he won't be able to take
everything on the first day, but I want to get at least five
inches up him. As I fuck him deeper, he tries desperately to
wriggle but the straps limit his movement and he cries as his
rectum stretches and his asshole is forced open even wider. I
fuck him faster, enjoying the tightness of his ass, the feel of
his bottom slapping against me, and the girl between my legs,
playing with my balls. As the initial pain passes and he gets
used to the strange sensation inside him, his cries die down to a
whimper. Passing the point of no return, I cum deep inside him,
lifting his bottom a little as I do so. I moan in ecstasy and
keep my cock inside his ass for another minute while I rest.
Pulling out of him, the girl immediately grabs my penis and sucks
it clean, no doubt attempting to please me and avoid a beating.

I fetch some tissue and wipe the boy gently around his asshole.
He's still whimpering as I stroke his hair, crouching down to
kiss his tear-streaked cheek. Softly I tell him what a brave boy
he is. The first time is always the most painful. My hand pats
his bottom and I run my finger down to the back of his small
scrotum, softly stroking it with the tips of my fingers. From now
on he will sleep with me in my bedroom. The girl will take him
for a shower and then put him in my bed. Turning to the small
girl I order her to be very gentle when she uses the enema and
not to use the soap stick tonight. I release him from the bench
and he goes with the girl, rubbing his eyes.

To bed

After about twenty minutes she brings him to my room in his
nightgown. I remove it immediately and order the boy into bed. In
my room, he is to be naked at all times. I ask the girl why she
has removed her make-up and put on her nightgown. She mumbles
something and looks scared. I didn't tell her to get changed.
Following her back to her room, I inspect it and order her to
fetch the gymshoe. I give her six hard slaps and put her in bed.
Reminding her to be on the bench at the usual time, I switch off
the light.

Back in my room I slip into bed and cuddle the sleepy boy. I turn
him the other way round and pull his legs up so that I have my
head between them. For a few minutes I suck his little penis
until sleep comes.

******

The 6th Day

Slowly I wake up and my hand automatically falls on the boy's
cute firm buttocks. I roll him over and stroke his balls and
willy. He has an erection, typical of boys in the morning when
they have a full bladder. I wait until he opens his eyes, then
send him to the bathroom. It's only the scond day and I laugh
when I see his confused look on returning. Pulling him close to
me, I kiss him lightly on his cheek, my fingers dancing about his
little genitals. I promise him that his homework tonight will be
easy. He will suck and play with my penis until lots of cream
comes out. He must swallow every drop. I look at the clock and
whisper that the naughty girl will be waiting her early morning
punishment. Would he like to help me tie her up and look at her
private parts? My fingers have tickled his small willy and it
sticks up straight.

In ten minutes I'm dressed and walk to the study, holding the
little boy's hand. I insist that he remains naked until after his
shower. He's clearly unhappy about this and I have to remind him
about keeping his hands away from his privates. In the study the
girl is in position. I quickly secure her and widen her legs. As
I adjust the angle and secure her arms I tell the boy to check
that her private bits are clean. With her bum now the highest
part of her body and her knees wide apart, her anus and pussy are
easily accessible and the little boy can examine everything
closely. I smile as he overcomes his initial shyness and starts
prodding and poking, his confidence growing as he realises she
can't see him. I have an idea. Taking the paddle down from its
hook, I explain that he must learn how to discipline the girl.
His eyes grow wider as I give him the paddle and point to her
bottom and thighs. He is to slap her as hard as he can and count
to ten between each blow. Before I tell him to start, I lower my
pants and adjust her position a bit more guiding my throbbing
cock into her mouth. It's obvious what I want her to do, but I
make it clear that if she doesn't swallow everything or makes a
fuss, she'll have the cane directly after her paddling. I order
the boy to start the punishment and hold her head gently as I
fuck her mouth. Although only six, the small boy brings the
paddle down hard on her plump bottom. She yelps with pain and
surprise but manages to keep her attention on what she's doing
with her mouth. The effect that the paddle has on her as she
sucks me is ecstatic and I have to stop myself from cumming too
soon. After about twelve slaps, I look at the boy, red with
excitement, and see with some surprise that he has an erection.
He smacks her hard on her thigh and I grip her head and cum in
her mouth. The threat of a caning works and she manages to
swallow everything without gagging.

Exhausted I pull my trousers up and release the girl, her eyes
red with tears. She sees the boy still holding the paddle and
looks down at the floor, totally humiliated. I order her to take
him to her room and prepare breakfast for both of them, before
having a shower together. They are to get dressed and report to
the schoolroom. I remind the little boy that he is in charge and
may do whatever he wants with her. He looks a little embarrassed
but follows her to the bedroom.

At nine oclock the children haven't arrived and I go to find out
what's going on. Both are already dressed. The girl is standing
with her back to the wall facing the little boy who waves the
cane in his hand and is shouting at the girl, stamping his foot
in frustration. Ignoring the girl I ask the boy what he's doing.
The girl was deliberately rough in the shower and she hurt his
private parts he explains. She pulled his foreskin back too fast
and hurt his bottom with the soap stick. He wants to give her a
'good caning' to punish her but she won't take her knickers off.
The girl looks at me in desperation but I remind her of what I
said about obeying the boy. Next time she will be gentler. I tell
the boy to inform me immediately if she doesn't obey. Leaving the
room I go and watch them on the security video camera. I laugh as
he orders her knickers down and makes her bend over. He canes her
very clumsily, the tip of the cane either wrapping around her
side or just stinging her legs. I must give him a lesson later.
After six relatively light strokes he stops and puts the cane
back before telling her to stand. She is hardly marked and seems
to be crying more from humiliation than pain.

Both late for school

When they enter the schoolroom I point at the clock and ask why
they're both late. I smile at the look of dismay on the girl's
face and the boy's confused look. They both know the punishment
for lateness. Ordering the now pale girl to sit down and start
her work, I order the little boy out to the front. I tell him to
take his shorts and underpants off but he looks at me, tears in
his eyes, not believing that I intend to punish him. Softly but
firmly I remind him what will happen if he doesn't obey and he
slowly pulls them down. I bend him over a small school desk and
make him grip the end, reminding him to stay in position until
I'm finished. The cane I take is a light one that will not bruise
but nevertheless can sting like crazy. It's so flexible I bend it
completely in half before resting it on his plump bottom. Taking
my time, I adjust his position, enjoying myself. The first stroke
lands with a sharp crack right in the middle of his bum and he
jumps up and hops around, holding his buttocks, crying loudly.
After a minute I order him back over the desk. If he stands up
again he'll go to the punishment bench and I will allow the girl
to cane him. At this he looks at me helplessly before slowly
bending over the desk, tears streaming down his cheeks. He cries
and begs me to stop but keeps firm hold of the desk as I continue
caning him. Pulling up his pants and shorts for him, I order him
back to his own desk where he sits, rubbing his eyes and
wriggling. Now it's the girl's turn. I take a thicker cane from
the wall and order her to remove her knickers. Six strokes later,
I send her back to her desk and place her knickers on the edge of
my own desk. I want her to sit with her legs open so I can see
her little pussy while I'm teaching.

Half an hour later I call the girl to me for some reading
practice. I make her stand between my legs and read from an old
big book that I place in her hands, a rare unpublished collection
of short stories by paedophiles. As she start to read, I unbutton
her skirt, remove it and stroke her thighs with my hands, one
hand moving up to her buttocks, the other lightly teasing her
pussy. My fingers are very experienced and my finger soon pushes
gently between her hot pussy lips and dances over her tiny clit
while my left hand parts her cheeks and strokes her twitching
anus. Although young, I know exactly how to stimulate the
youngest of girls and in a few minutes her breathing grows
heavier and I feel her press her pussy slightly harder on my
hand. My fingers move faster and I press her anus as she tries to
read, her voice faltering. I see the little boy watching her in
astonishment as her knees wobble and I feel her pussy getting
wetter. Suddenly she brings her legs together and shivers, crying
out as she has her first ever orgasm. Typical of children, her
orgasm is short but extremely powerful and she drops the heavy
book on the floor and jerks her pussy hard against my fingers,
giving in to the waves of pleasure. I allow her to finish, then
order her stand up straight with her hands on her head and legs
apart. Calling the little boy to me I tell him to feel how wet
she is, laughing at her embarrasment as he sticks his small hand
in her pussy. Seeing the book on the floor I scold her for her
carelessness and order the boy to spank her twelve times with the
slipper while I go to wash my hands. Deciding to prolong the fun,
I strip the boy from the waist down. When I come back I want to
see the girl giving him a blowjob. If he isn't hard, I'll spank
both of them. Before going out I watch with pleasure as the poor
girl bends over the small desk and the little boy picks up the
slipper and starts beating her backside. Judging from the effect
the beating has on his small but lengthening willy, I don't
expect to have to spank them.

Five minutes later I open the door quietly and look inside. The
boy is sitting on his chair with the girl between his knees. For
a second, she moves back and I see his little erect penis
glistening. She pops it back in her mouth and continues to suck
him. From the look on his face, he's obviously enjoying the
attention but is far too young to understand why. I order her
back to her seat and take the boy to my desk where I listen to
him read, my hand teasing his willy, keeping it hard. I take his
tight scrotum between my fingers and feel his two little
testicles inside, my other hand stroking his large soft buttocks.
All plans for the day are forgotten as an overpowering lust fills
me and my cock is rock hard. Quickly telling the girl to continue
her studies, I lift up the boy and carry him out of the class to
my room. He must guess what I have in mind and looks tearfully at
me as I remove every bit of his clothing and lay next to him in
my bed, kissing his soft lips, then his chest, little tummy and
finally his cute little willy. I take off my pants and he looks
at my throbbing cock with fear in eyes, hardly believing that I
intend to stick it in his bottom again. In an effort to avoid
being fucked, he turns round and starts sucking my penis,
obviously hoping that I won't want to fuck him if he gives me his
full attention. For a few minutes I let him suck me, pulling his
legs round and putting my head between them. I part his buttocks
and run my tongue over his asshole, enjoying his sweet aroma.
Unable to wait any longer, I order him to sit up while I attach
soft leather straps with metal rings around his elbows and knees.
Ignoring his quiet whimpering I make him crouch on all fours,
head down, backside sticking up, while I attach a separating rod
keeping his knees splayed out far apart. It takes only seconds to
clip his elbow straps to his knees. With his soft inviting bottom
now so accessible, I take a tube of lubricant and play with his
asshole, tickling his privates as I prepare his bum for fucking.
He begins crying before I even start. Pinching his foreskin hard
between my fingers and pulling it right back to get his
attention, I warn him about making a fuss or wriggling. I kneel
behind him and hold his bottom, pulling him onto my cock. He
cries out as I enter him and I allow him a while to get used to
the feeling before thrusting my cock in further. I decide to let
him have it all and pull him back roughly, feeling my hard cock
pushing deep into his rectum. He screams and tries to pull away
but I only grip him tighter. He must get used to it, I explain.
Little boys bottoms are for fucking and I will train him every
day until he gets used to it. His tight anus is stretched to
breaking point and he sobs for his mommy as I fuck him hard. I
cum after only a minute and hold him tightly. Pushing myself deep
into him I slip my hand around his legs and grab his little
scrotum, squeezing it gently until it starts hurting. I'm angry
with him for making so much noise. As I squeeze a bit more, he
turns his arms and tries to pull my hand away. Pulling my soft
cock out of his sore asshole, I turn him round and make him suck
me clean. His warm tears fall onto my balls as I force my cock in
his mouth. After a few minutes I stand him up between my legs and
wipe his eyes. Gently kissing his nose, I caress his bottom,
telling him what a naughty boy he is for making such a fuss. I
remind him that I don't like beating him because I want his
bottom nice and white. Reaching over I pick a long plastic ruler
off the table and start patting his little balls with the end.
Taking both his small hands in my left hand, I tap his thighs
with the ruler making him stand with his legs far apart. His
little scrotum hangs down, an easy target and I start to tap it
harder until I see it beginning to hurt him. Holding his hands
tightly I warn him to keep his legs wide open. Flicking his tiny
shrivelled penis with the ruler I tell him quietly that he will
now be punished. As I beat his scrotum he screams and wriggles
but I keep a firm hold. I give each testicle three good swipes
before letting him go and hugging him.

After dressing him we return to the classroom. The girl is
sitting at her desk, still naked from the waist down, her legs
open. I give the boy some work to do and order the girl to my
desk. She is nervous, obviously scared that I'll find yet another
excuse to beat her. I gently stroke her pussy, still sticky from
her orgasm. Softly I tell her that I've decided from now on she
will not wear any knickers under her skirt. I want easy access to
her pussy and arse at all times and I don't want to waste time
when I have to punish her. I call the boy up as well. He will not
wear underpants under his shorts and will lower his shorts
immediately whenever I wish to punish him.

At this he pouts and looks at me in amazement. As if to make a
point I order them both out of the classroom. At the door I tell
the boy to remove his underpants and give them to the girl. He
obeys me reluctantly and the girl takes his underpants, her eyes
on his small penis.

On my command the girl trots off to prepare lunch for her and the
boy. I examine him carefully, explaining why it was necessary to
punish him and stressing that I hope it won't happen again. As I
talk, my hand plays with his small penis, coaxing it into a
semi-erect state.

After lunch I order them both into my office. Although the boy is
young I wish to accelerate his sex education. I've already
noticed how his regular viagra pills are affecting him. I ask him
to lower his shorts. As usual, he feels embarrassed in front of
the girl, but doesn't dare disobey me. At my command, the girl
removes her skirt. I hug them both and whisper something. We all
walk to my bedroom holding hands.