Robert Part 10
by Agni

copyright 2003 by Agni, all rights reserved

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This story takes place in the early 1970's.  It contains
femdom, corporal punishment, nudity, humiliation and sexual
activity involving minors. It is intended for ADULTS ONLY. 
The author does not condone the abuse of real children. This
is fantasy only. Please do not read if you are offended by
material of this nature or it is illegal in your location.

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Continued from Part 9...

Andrew hesitated. He looked on as Robert disrobed.
Realising he had no choice, he turned away, pulling down
his shorts first, then his underwear. He held the garments
against his front then quickly dropped them next to
Robert's, his hands trying to shield his genitals.
Miss Clark looked on in amusement. She had found that most
boys behaved liked this, trying to hide their little
cocks. She gave them no semblance of modesty however.
"Place your hands on your head and stand there"

The two schoolboys stood before the desk, bare naked below
the waist. Andrew turned his body, trying to hide but
finally gave up, his face turning red with embarrassment.
Robert just looked at the floor. He hated being in this
position. It was so unfair that boys could be made to bare
themselves like this in order to receive strokes of the
cane, especially from women teachers. He resented how they
could freely inspect the most private parts of his body
without his permission.

Just then there was a knock on the door. The teacher
called out "Come in!" Robert was mortified as he saw
a young schoolgirl enter. It was Amanda, a girl in the
same form as him but in another class. She was very
pretty with long red hair. The girl grinned as she saw
Robert and Andrew's bare bottoms on display. "Miss, the
headmaster sent me to collect a report you had for him."

Miss Clark smiled as she the the obvious interest of
the eleven year old girl in the two half naked boys.
"Yes, I believe I still have it in my desk drawer" "Let
me have a look." Amanda walked to the desk, staring
quite openly at the boys' fronts. Andrew hurriedly covered
himself, followed by Robert.

Miss Clark looked up. "Didn't I tell you to put your hands
in top of your heads?" Andrew, blushing at his nudity,
protested "But Miss, she can see everything!" The teacher
frowned. "That is just too bad. Perhaps a little public
exposure will reinforce the lesson I intend to teach."

Amanda piped in. "Oh Miss, I've seen my little brother
getting the strap lots of times" "My mum gives it to him
whenever he misbehaves" "On the bare" she added.

Miss Clark pointed with the cane. "Hands on your head,
now!" The two boys reluctantly complied. They had pulled
down the fronts of their jerseys in an attempt to shield
their privates but they were still exposed as their raised
arms caused the hems to lift. Andrew, his face flushed in
embarrassment, looked on the point of tears.
The teacher shook her head. "There is no need for all
that" "Amanda has seen this all before."

Robert looked away. The smirk on the girl's face was too
much to endure. She looked over both boys' penises with
undisguised interest. The teacher handed the report to the
schoolgirl. "Here you are dear" Amanda left, wishing she
could have seen the two boys being whipped.

Miss Clark gestured at the two eleven year old schoolboys.
"You might as well remove your jerseys" "It doesn't hide
much and I want your bottoms totally uncovered for the
cane" She had never before made a boy remove all his
clothes. PE kit was quite convenient she thought.

She leaned backwards, looking at the two boys.
They were both uncircumcised. Neither had hair though
their genitals were obviously developing. Robert was
a little larger than Andrew, whose penis was now rapidly
stiffening under her obvious gaze.
Robert felt his own organ becoming hard. It felt funny
standing there naked next to the other nude boy, both
exposed to the teacher's eyes.

Miss Clark compared both dark haired youngsters. Andrew
was more tanned but both were attractive in their nudity.
Their testicles were well defined in their scrotal sacs
and their erect cocks well proportioned for their age.

She opened the punishment book and made entries for both
boys, listing their ages, offence, implement and number
of strokes. The boys stood there unhappily as she wrote.
She got up and stood in front of them, flexing the cane.
She now sat on the edge of the desk, tapping the cane
against her ankle, mischievously toying with the boys.
"How many strokes do you think is appropriate?" she asked.

Robert volunteered "Three Miss", hopefully. She shook her
head. "Five strokes for fighting." Andrew's heart skipped
a beat. Five strokes! With the cane! He bit his lip.
Robert sighed. He had hoped she would not be too severe.

She crossed her leg, knowing a bit of bare thigh would be
visible. She often noticed boys in her class looking at
her legs. Sometimes when they stood up she could see the
visible tenting in their trousers. It would be fun to see
the effect it had more directly.

She dragged it out, quoting the school rules to them,
knowing the suspense increased the level of their
discomfort as they awaited the certain punishment.
She enjoyed the power she had to strip them and whip their
bare buttocks. She noted that the tips of both boy's
penises now oozed a little pre-cum. Andrew's foreskin
still covered most of the glans while Robert's had fully
retracted. The contrast between both organs amused her.
She was pleased to see the penises wet with pre-cum as
the boys stood there, glancing occasionally at her thighs.

She stood up and removed her jacket. She flexed the cane
in both hands, aware that her brassiere could be seen as
the light from the window streamed through her sheer silk
blouse. Robert stared at her breasts, barely encased by
her lace bra, the thin material of her blouse giving him
quite a show. He felt his willy go rock hard. It seemed to
throb as he gazed at her chest.

Andrew felt his mouth go dry as he looked upon the
teacher's ample cleavage. His cock twitched at the sight.
Robert tried to look away, not wanting to be caught openly
staring at her breasts.

Miss Clark stood there, teasing the boys with her display.
She was satisfied to see the rampant state of Andrew's
cock. It pointed straight up, the entire tip wet.
Robert was also fully erect, a drop of pre-cum falling
slowly, trailing a liquid tendril behind it.
She swished the cane through the air, knowing what effect
the sound would have on the boys. She smiled as they
flinched involuntarily.

She looked at the nude schoolboys. "Who wants to be
first?" Neither boy responded. She waited, sitting
back down on the desk. Finally she pointed at Andrew.
"Taylor, come here." "Peterson, go kneel in the corner"
"Face the wall"

Andrew felt his stomach churn in fright. This would be
his first time feeling the cane. He hoped it would not
be too painful. She placed her hand on his back. The feel
of her hand on his skin was strange, exciting. "Bend right
over" she ordered. "Arms on the desk" "Spread your legs
apart."

"Have you ever had the cane before?" she asked, noting
how pale his face had become. The boy's anxiety was
palpable. "No Miss, only the slipper." She was pleased
to hear this. The first time would be something he would
always remember. She wanted it to be memorable.
"Well, I'm going to cane you quite hard" she told him.
"I don't believe in ineffectual token punishments"
"It will hurt" "Nevertheless, I expect proper behavior
when a boy is disciplined" "No loud bawling, begging to
be let off or other antics" "If you move out of position
or rub your bottom without permission, I will administer
additional strokes"

He lay across the desk, exposed. He felt the cool air on
his scrotum and realised his balls must be visible as they
hung below his open legs. Miss Clark pressed his back
down, adjusting his position a bit as she held his hips.
"Raise your bottom" she said, as she slid her hand between
his legs and pushed upwards, feeling his cock and balls in
her open palm. The boy gasped at the sensation. Her hand
lingered far more than was necessary to actually adjust
his height. She felt a little of the wetness of his pre-cum
on her fingers and wiped them on his back.

She stood at his side, drawing back the cane. She tapped
it on the nude buttocks then drew it back again. The
rattan descended with a loud 'whoosh' and bit into the
boy's bottom cheeks. There was a loud 'whup' as it struck,
followed by a gasp from the nude eleven year old.
He closed his eyes as the pain seared his behind. He could
not believe how much this hurt. A terrible smarting spread
across his buttocks. This was far worse than the slipper he
thought.

The teacher ran the tip of the cane along the cleft of his
bottom then along his inner thigh. The feel of the cool
rattan on his most sensitive skin caused distress to the
boy, contrasting as it did with the throbbing red weal
rising on his bum. She placed the cane against his
scrotum, letting it linger there while the initial pain of
the stroke subsided.

She raised the cane again, bringing it down on the lower
slope of his bottom cheeks, making it bite into the soft
flesh. A white line formed momentarily where the rattan
pressed into his skin. This turned a deep red and began
to swell.

The boy cried out as the teacher lashed his bare bottom.
Tears filled his eyes and he bent one leg, raising it
as he squeezed his thighs together and clenched his
bottom cheeks, trying to contain the smarting.

Miss Clark tapped the cane against his thighs. "Legs
apart." She brought the cane up against his scrotum and
penis, letting him feel the rattan against his boy flesh.
"Please Miss, I've had enough" he sobbed. She drew the
cane tip along his scrotum and up against the bottom
cleft. "What did I tell you before?" "You're fortunate
this is your first caning" "Otherwise I would give two
two extra for that" "Don't let it happen again"
She looked at the welt. "You may have a rub" she said.

The boy gratefully squeezed his stinging bum. The teacher
took the opportunity to observe his penis. It hung limply
now as did his testicles. She lifted his soft cock with
the tip of the cane. Some of the pre-cum wetted the smooth
rattan end. "Back in position" she ordered.

The feel of the cane against the underside of his young
penis only reinforced how much he was at the mercy of this
woman. He wished she would stop running the cruel rattan
against his skin. Being totally bare nude was bad enough,
she aggravated it with her attention to his boyhood.

She watched impassively as the two tramline welts
developed on his bottom cheeks. She raised the cane again,
above her shoulders and brought it down swiftly on to the
upper slopes of the boy's bottom. It made a loud 'swish' as
it fell then a loud 'whup' as it impacted against the bare
cheeks. They shook under the impact. Andrew gasped in
pain, clenching his bottom cheeks in agony.

"Miss!" he cried. The teacher showed no mercy however. The
boy would recieve his full allotment of strokes, no matter
how much he pleaded. She waited for him to relax his
cheeks. The cane hissed down again and cracked against the
tender under bottom. "Owww!" cried the boy, raising one foot
behind him, knees together. Tears streamed down his face.
The searing stroke felt as if it had cut his bottom skin.
In reality it just raised a vicious dark red welt.

The last stroke was especially severe. She lashed down
hard, right in the middle of his bottom, wanting it to
really hurt. The 'whup' as it landed reverberated through
the room and could be heard down the corridor. The boy
gasped, gulping down air as the cane branded his bottom.

Miss Clark waited for the fifth dark tramline to form.
She again prodded his scrotum with the tip of her cane,
lifting the testicles upwards. "Stand up" "Hands on your
head" she said. The nude schoolboy stood there sobbing.

A knock on the door interrupted them. Miss Clark walked
over to the door and opened it, irritated at being
disturbed. It was Amanda, the little redhead apologetic
as she addressed the stern teacher. "Sorry to disturb you
again Miss" "The headmaster wants to know if you can come
to his office now." "He needs a little help with the
report" "He says it will only take a few minutes."

"Come in" said Miss Clark. The girl walked in, eyes
widening as they took in the sight of the two naked boys.
She stared at Andrew's welted bare bottom then at his
exposed cock. It had gone down considerably she noted.

Miss Clark looked at the girl. "I want you to ensure they
behave themselves while I'm gone" She addressed the boys
"I want no talking, no moving.." Her eyes fell on Andrew's
welted bottom "and no rubbing." "You are under punishment"
"You will kneel facing the desk, hands on your head, in
absolute silence" "If Amanda reports the slightest
infraction, even a whisper from either one of you, you both
will have your hands caned and receive additional strokes."

She left, putting on her jacket. Amanda sat in the
teacher's chair, looking at the two boys.
"Remember, not a sound" she said. "Any trouble from you
and I tell Miss Clark"
Robert stared glumly at the floor. His turn was next and
he could expect a most severe hiding.

Andrew's bottom was in a state. Five raised tramline welts
crossed the nude cheeks, their dark red color contrasting
with the otherwise white skin. The boy sobbed quietly, his
arse on fire. He badly wanted to rub away the awful sting
but knew better than to disobey Miss Clark.

Amanda got up, walking around behind the two kneeling
boys. This was far more severe than her brother's lickings
she thought. She knelt on one knee, reaching out to feel
Andrew's bare bottom. It felt hot, the welts hard, raised
ridges on the soft bottom flesh. He flinched at her touch.
"You can't do that!" exclaimed the boy. "Yes I can" she
replied. "I'll tell" he retorted. The girl smirked.
"Who do you think she'll believe?" "A prefect or two
naughty boys?" "She'll probably double your punishment
for lying"

The girl pinched his sore behind. "If you want me to give
a good report to Miss Clark, you'd better keep quiet"
"Not a sound from now on" The boy said nothing. He doubted
Miss Clark would have any sympathy or even believe him.
He resigned himself to her attentions.

He held his breath as she felt his cock, her fingers
squeezing the organ gently. They slid down to his balls,
rolling them around in the scrotal sac. He looked at her
pleadingly but she continued without respite, examining
him intently. She slid back his foreskin, exposing the
head.

The girl now moved on to Robert. He let out a little
squeal of protest but made no attempt to stop her.
His cock was partially erect and her touch caused it to
harden. She played with his foreskin, her fingertips
running along the urethral opening. Her hand then moved
down to his balls as she cupped them in her hand.

He said nothing. This girl could cause him a great deal of
additional pain and her exploration was a small price to
pay. He blushed at the manipulation of his boyhood though.
Amanda paid him no mind. She satisfied her natural
curiosity with these boys. This was the first time she had
played with a cock like this. When her brother was younger,
she had touched his willy but this was altogether
different. She was a lot more interested in the male sexual
organ nowadays and these boys were not her siblings.
Amanda could not believe her luck. Two of the most handsome
boys in school naked for her inspection.

She looked at her watch. Miss Clark should be coming back
soon. She resumed her position at the teacher's desk.
A few minutes passed as she watched the two nude boys.
Miss Clark entered the room. "Amanda, did these two behave
themselves?" The boys looked at the girl in apprehension.
"Oh yes, Miss" "No trouble at all" She smiled at the
relieved boys. "I think they really want to avoid any more
punishment"

She got up, preparing to leave. Miss Clark held up her
hand. "Wait a bit, I need you to run a little errand for
me" The teacher picked up the cane. "Now, Taylor, you will
kneel in the corner" "Peterson, over the desk"
Amanda stood to the side, happy to be present while Robert
was punished.

Robert bent over the desk, his pale bare bottom perfectly
positioned for the cane. Miss Clark noted the fading marks
from a caning, counting four distinct lines. "Peterson,
you've had the cane recently?"

"Yes Miss" he replied. "At home?" she inquired. "No Miss"
he explained "From my neighbor Miss Harris" "She's a
teacher and gives me lessons twice a week"
"Miss Lisa Harris?" asked the teacher. "Yes Miss" he
confirmed.

Stacy Clark smiled. She knew Lisa well. They had studied
at the same university. She had last seen her two years
before. She made a mental note to call her later. It was
time they kept up.

"You're no stranger to the cane" she said. "You know what
is expected." The boy spread his legs apart and extended
his arms over the desktop. "Excellent" said the teacher.
She pressed down his lower back a bit, slipping her hand
between his legs to raise his bare bottom slightly.
She squeezed his genitals lightly, feeling the smooth
scrotum and hard penis.

She noted most of the marks were concentrated in the lower
hald of the boy's buttocks. This was the area she also
intended to aim for. Strokes to the sensitive under bottom
made even the most hardened schoolboy regret his
misbehavior.

She tapped the buttocks lightly, selecting the aim point.
She brought the cane up and back then whipped it down
sharply. It cracked against the pale skin, causing ripples
in the tender flesh. An angry red welt developed
immediately. The boy clenched his bottom cheeks tightly
but did not otherwise move.

She waited for the pain to subside. Her punishments tended
to be long drawn out affairs. The interval between strokes
ensured the boy felt the aftermath of each stinging blow.
It did no good to rush a caning, she felt.

The cane fell again, slightly higher up. There was a loud
'whup' and a sharp intake of breath from the boy. His eyes
began to water as the pain seared his young bottom.
A second welt now slowly rose.

The third stroke was delivered right where bottom met leg.
This caused the boy to gasp, his legs bent at the knees
and pressed together as the pain coursed through his bum.
"You may have a rub" she said. Robert gingerly reached
behind to soothe his smarting backside.

Amanda was enthralled at the spectacle. She was amazed at
the severity of the strokes. Each raised swollen red welts
that had already begun to darken. The boy rubbed away. She
noted his penis had begun to become flacid. It pointed
horizontally now, sticking out most lewdly. Glistening
pre-cum covered the head, exposed by the partly retracted
foreskin.

Miss Clark lifted the boy's penis with the end of the
cane. "Back in position" Robert bent over the desk again.
She now aimed for the very middle of his bottom. The cane
lashed down, making a terrible 'whoosh' as it descended.
It cracked sharply on the bottom cheeks, leaving a vivid
red line. This began to darken and swell, forming another
tramline welt.

The last stroke was to the already wealed under bottom.
The loud 'whup' of impact was followed by a gasp and
a clenching of bottom cheeks as the boy tried to manage
the pain. Tears ran down his face, wetting the desk.
He dared not move however. At last he was allowed to get
up, only to resume kneeling in the corner, hands on his
head.

Miss Clark handed some exercise books to Amanda for
delivery to a class. The beaming schoolgirl left.
This had been a most enjoyable afternoon.

After twenty minutes kneeling in the corner, the boys
were allowed to get up and dress. They left the room,
retrieving their socks and shoes outside the door.
The boys winced as they put on their shoes. Their
bottoms hurt terribly.

They went to the boys' toilets to wash their faces and
tidy up. Robert lowered his shorts. He wetted his hands
and pressed them to his burning rump. Andrew followed his
example. "That was bloody awful" said Andrew ruefully.
Robert nodded. "We were stupid to get into a fight like
that"

He looked behind him at his striped backside. "Some real
crackers, these" "We'll have marks for weeks" Andrew
looked at his own arse. "This is the worse hiding I've
ever gotten" "I don't think I'll be able to sit down for
a while"

He glanced at the other boy's willy, now flacid. "Could
you believe the gall of that girl to feel us up like
that?" Robert shook his head, his hands feeling the raised
welts. The pair pulled up their shorts and went
downstairs. They walked back to the playing field, quietly
talking with one another.

From her window, Miss Clark observed the two boys on the
playing field. Their fight seemed long forgotten, the
shared experience of being caned bonding them together.
They looked like good friends.

Miss Clark locked the door. She sat at her desk. Her
panties were damp with her arousal. She hiked up her skirt
and slipped her underwear down to mid thigh. The teacher
began to masturbate as she replayed the punishment in her
mind.

To be continued...