Robert Part 11
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 10...

The summer holidays began well for Robert Peterson.
The dark haired eleven year old played almost every day
with his best friend Peter. They were both avid comic
collectors and Peter also had a fine assortment of
matchbox cars.

One day, he had just returned from Peter's house when his
mother called him to the living room. She was not alone;
Mrs. Grimes, her supervisor at work, sat having a cup of
tea. "Hello dear" said Mrs. Grimes, beaming at him. He was
such a handsome boy she thought.

Robert greeted Mrs. Grimes. He stayed well away from her
reach though. She had a habit of pinching his cheeks,
which he disliked. She had fat, pudgy hands and he thought
she smelled a bit odd.

Mary Peterson looked at her son. "Dear, the company has
arranged for a training course next week." "Mrs. Grimes
and I will be going together" "I'll be gone for three
days"

Robert cringed. The last time she had gone, he had been
left with Miss Harris. "I could ask Peter's mum to stay
over" he volunteered hopefully. One benefit of the
holidays had been the suspension of his lessons with the
young teacher. His bottom was safe from her cane, at least
temporarily.

His mother shook her head. "Miss Harris has agreed to keep
you." "I understand she will be visiting the coast" "You
should have quite a nice time there." Robert looked down
dejectedly. It would have been great to have spent three
days over at Peter's house.

The following week found Robert in Miss Harris's car as
they drove to the coast. He was pleased to see that none
of her students would accompany them as on the previous
trip. He remembered the embarrassment of the beach though
and had packed two pairs of swimming trunks. This time he
would be ready.

He looked across at her. She wore a white blouse and a
short red skirt that displayed her long tanned legs.
She had kicked off her shoes, preferring to use her bare
feet on the pedals. Robert surreptitously eyed the display
of bare skin. Miss Harris was very attractive he
thought. It was a pity she was so strict.

When they arrived at the cottage, there was another car
parked outside. Miss Harris looked around and blew her
horn. In the distance, walking back from the beach, was
a young woman, who waved towards them. As she approached,
Robert was surprised to see it was Miss Clark, a teacher
from his school.

Stacy Clark greeted her friend Lisa. "I've just been
having a look around." Miss Harris smiled. "Did you wait
long" she asked. Miss Clark shook her head. "Only about
twenty minutes" "I found the place without any problems".

Robert was dismayed to learn that Miss Clark would be
joining them. The stern teacher had caned him a few weeks
earlier and he was somewhat uncomfortable around her.
She looked different from at school though. Her long black
hair was loose and she wore jeans with a white blouse.
She was really quite beautiful and this added to his
discomfort. She had after all caned his bare bottom and
seen his willy and nuts.
Miss Clark surveyed the eleven year old boy. "So how are
you today Robert?" He mumbled a reply and began to help
Miss Harris unpack the car.

After lunch the two teachers sat talking in the living
room. Robert ignored the pair, curled up with a few of
his comic books. Miss Harris looked at her watch.
"I have to pop over to Mrs. Hewitt's for a short while."
"It shouldn't take long." "How about we go down to the
pier when I get back?"

She looked across at Robert. "About time for a bath, young
man" The pretty blond teacher got up.
"Stacy, could you ensure he washes himself properly?"
Miss Clark nodded. The two women looked across at the
schoolboy.

Robert was alarmed by this development. He hoped he could
retain as much modesty as possible. The boy swallowed hard
and closed the comic book he was reading.

Before Miss Harris left she opened the trunk of her car to
retrieve the leather strap and a pair of rattan canes that
she had brought along. She deposited these on a table
inside. "In case he gets out of line" she explained.
Miss Clark smiled.

Robert got his towel and walked to the bathroom. He locked
the door and began to undress. Just as he was getting into
the shower he heard the click of the door handle as Miss
Clark tried to open it. There was a sharp rap on the
door. "Open the door please, Robert"

The boy grimaced. He wrapped the towel around his
midsection and opened the door. Miss Clark's blue eyes
seemed to twinkle as she sensed his obvious embarrassment.
She addressed the schoolboy. "I hope you can wash
yourself thoroughly?" "A boy your age should know the
basics of hygiene"

"Yes Miss" he replied. He looked at the young teacher,
hoping that she would leave. She pointed to the shower
"Come along." Robert sighed. He would have to expose his
nude body to her. He hung up the towel and stepped into
the shower. As he turned on the water he kept his front
away from the young teacher's view. He had hoped that his
previous encounter would be the last time Miss Clark
viewed his privates.

Stacy Clark stood there and observed the nude eleven year
old as the water ran down his body. He was an attractive
boy and she enjoyed the view of his wet bum.
She noted that the marks from the caning had completely
faded. Though it was important to ensure cleanliness, it
was actually her prurient interest that led to this close
supervision. She had hoped to see the residual marks.
Miss Clark believed a boy's bare bottom was enhanced by
the presence of a few stripes across it.

Robert began to soap his body. Miss Clark snapped her
fingers "Turn around." He reluctantly complied. Soaping
his wet penis under her steady gaze caused it to stiffen.
He quickly moved on, wanting to get this over with as soon
as possible.

She abruptly left the room. Robert was relieved to be
free of her attentions. He turned the water on and
rinsed himself quickly. He wrapped himself in the
towel and prepared to leave the bathroom.

As he opened the door he saw Miss Clark approaching.
She held out her hand "Towel please."
He handed it to her, confused. "Miss?" he asked
inquiringly. She pointed to his genitals. "Lets have
a look and see if you're clean" "You finished quite fast."

Robert closed his eyes in shame as the teacher reached
down and retracted his foreskin. Her fingertips rubbed
the exposed knob. "This won't do at all" "I thought you
said you knew how to clean yourself properly"

"Y..Yes Miss" Robert stammered. She looked at him, one
eyebrow raised. "So why didn't you?" The boy gulped,
blushing now. "M..Miss, I was just trying to hurry up."

"Come with me" she said icily. He followed her to the
living room, naked. His heart skipped a beat when she
picked up a long supple cane. "Please Miss!" he exclaimed.

She shook her head. "This will teach you the importance
of washing yourself properly" "I think three strokes
should suffice." She made him place his hands on the table
edge and bend over. He waited, his pale bottom presented
for punishment. "On your toes" she ordered.

She flexed the rattan. It was long and had some weight to
it. It was ideal for punishing a young boy's bottom she
thought. Stacy Clark stood on tip toe. She tapped the cane
a few times against his bottom then raised it up and
backwards before lashing down forcefully. It hissed as it
cut through the air, causing the boy to clench his bottom
cheeks in alarm. There was a loud 'whup' as it impacted
on the centre of his bum. Robert closed his eyes tightly.
He pressed his legs together as the searing pain coursed
though his exposed buttocks.

Tears welled up and he awaited the next stroke. His bum
stung atrociously, the nude pale bottom cheeks were now
marked with a livid red welt. Miss Clark watched as the
welt darkened. She enjoyed administering corporal
punishment. Having the lad naked like this added to her
pleasure. She could feel the dampness in the crotch of
her panties.

She aimed low down, where the bottom met the back of his
thighs. The cruel rattan buried itself in the soft flesh.
"Oww!" cried out Robert. He stood up but made no attempt
to rub his bottom. He hopped from one foot to the other,
trying to contain the smarting pain. This caused his cock
and balls to jiggle lewdly. Miss Clark smiled at this
display of his genitals.

The third stroke was given between the two previous ones.
The loud 'whup' filled the room as the cane drew a third
angry welt on the pale cheeks. Robert gasped in pain.
"Oww.. Miss!"

Miss Clark touched his backside with the tip of the cane.
"You may rub your bottom" He gladly took the opportunity
to ease the burning weals.

She looked at him, her face stern. "Back in the shower!"
He went back to the bathroom. Robert stood under the
shower again, glad for the cool stream of water on his
stinging rump.
He washed his penis carefully now, soaping the tip
thoroughly. A little soap entered the urethra and he held
his cock under the shower stream and urinated.

He dried himself and left the bathroom. Miss Clark was in
her bedroom and she called out to him. "Come in here
please." She sat on the bed, going through her purse.
She indicated a nearby chair. "Place the towel there"
"I'll inspect you in a little while" "Hands on your head."

The schoolboy complied. He stood there nude, awaiting
her attention. He felt totally exposed. The welts on his
his bum stung horribly and his willy had begun to stiffen.
It now jutted out horizontally. He tried to make it go
down but could not.

Miss Clark took her time. Feeling thirsty, she got up
for a drink of water, leaving the naked boy alone.
Robert now saw the cane propped up against the bed.
He was glad he had taken such care cleaning his willy.
He did not want any more strokes.

The young teacher returned with a glass of water.
She sipped it slowly, ignoring the eleven year old.
Finally she put it down and snapped her fingers,
indicating he should come over.

Her fingers were cold from holding the glass of ice
water and he initially recoiled as she grasped his penis.
She skinned back his foreskin, running her fingertips
along the sensitive glans. He closed his eyes as the
attractive brunette examined him closely.

"Did you wash your bottom properly" she asked suddenly.
"Y..Yes Miss" he replied. She pointed to the bed.
"Kneel on the bed and bend over" The teacher walked to the
dresser and took some tissues from a box. She wrapped
these around a finger. Robert felt her hands on his bottom
cheeks as he knelt. She spread his cheeks apart and ran
the tissue covered finger along his bottom crack and
inserted it a bit into his bum hole.

"Hmm.." "I see you didn't wash here too well either"
In truth, it wasn't really as bad as she claimed.
The boy was mostly clean but she wanted an excuse to
flog him some more.

She went to the toilet to discarded the tissues. Robert
waited alone in the room, butterflies in his stomach.
He hoped there would be no more strokes.
Miss Clark returned and picked up the cane.
Robert stood up. "Please Miss" "Don't cane me any more"
"I'll wash better next time."

She reached out and grasped one of his ears. "This is for
your own good" She noted disapprovingly that behind his
ears was a little dirty as well.
"You didn't clean behind here at all" "Bend over the back
of this chair" "Hands flat on the seat"

Miss Clark tapped the cane against his bottom. Raising the
rattan high in the air, she lashed down hard, the cane
rebounding off the upper slopes of his bottom cheeks.
Robert clenched his bum cheeks, knees bent as the terrible
sting sank in. "Oww" he cried.

The next stroke was given right below this. The hiss of
the cane causing distress to the boy as the 'whup' of
impact resounded in his ears. Another line of searing pain
now decorated his bottom.

Tears ran down his face as he awaited the next stroke.
Miss Clark raised herself off her heels as she brought
down the cane, flicking her wrist at the end so that the
cane embedded itself in the soft bottom flesh, right at
the middle of his bum.

Robert gasped as this stroke hit home. The teacher smiled
in satisfaction. She pointed to the towel. "Back in the
bath" "You will report here when you're done again"
Robert exited the room, his bum on fire.

He took his time in the shower, scrubbing all over.
He gingerly felt the raised weals on his bottom.
He could feel each welt burning. Finally he wiped his
body with the towel and walked back to the bedroom.

Miss Harris had returned. She sat on the chair talking
to Miss Clark. Robert stood there quietly. Miss Clark
held out her hand for the towel. Robert handed it over,
now again totally bare.

Miss Harris glanced at his wealed buttocks and exchanged
smiles with Miss Clark. The pair continued their chat
while the naked preteen boy stood just a few feet away.
Being nude in the presence of two beautiful young women
was having its effect on his willy and he blushed in
embarrassment at the rampant state of his organ.

Adding to his discomfort, pre-cum now wet the tip
of his penis. He wished he could wipe it away before
it was noticed.
Finally Miss Clark took some sheets of tissue paper and
called him over. She held it against the tip of his penis,
the pre-cum wetting the paper. "What's this?"

"Miss I can't help it" he wailed. She made him bend
over and spread his buttocks. A brief pass with the
tissue paper ensured those regions were clean.
Miss Harris indicated that he should stand next to her.
She placed one hand on his buttocks, feeling the raised
welts. "Robert, you're a big boy now. You really need
to take care of your body." He nodded "Yes, Miss"
"I'm sorry Miss".

"And look at the state of your penis" she said, holding
on to the shaft. "Miss!" he pleaded. "I can't help it"
"It's because I'm bare nude like this"
Miss Harris looked across at Miss Clark. "Stacy, I think
some further punishment is in order. It is quite
unacceptable that a boy his age should give so much
trouble during bathtime" "Perhaps he should
remain nude like this for the rest of the day?"
Miss Clark nodded "Yes, I think you're right"

"Oh Miss!" he exclaimed. "Silence" she ordered. "This is
part of your punishment" "Just be glad you're not
receiving any more strokes ... for now"

The unhappy youngster sat in the living room, leafing
though a comic aimlessly. This was so unfair he thought.
If he were a girl, they would never keep him naked like
this. The ache in his bum slowly eased as time passed.

He was horrified when he heard the knock on the door.
One glance from Miss Clark removed any thought he might
have of escape to the bedroom.
Miss Harris answered it. It was Mrs. Hewitt. She owned one
of the shops nearby and had known Miss Harris for years.
"Hello dear" she said beaming. "I just finished doing some
baking" "I brought over a pie." Following close behind her
was a pretty blond girl, Astrid, who had just turned ten.
"You know my grand daughter, Astrid".

The girl said hello to Miss Clark and Miss Harris.
Her eyes fell upon the obviously naked boy as he sat
uncomfortably in the chair, shielding as much of his body
as possible.

"You remember Robert?" asked Miss Harris. Mrs. Hewitt
nodded. "Yes, from the beach" "He was bare last time as
well" she said with a laugh.
"He is in punishment" explained Miss Clark.

"Stand up and shake our visitors' hands" ordered Miss
Harris. Robert reluctantly rose and proferred his hand,
first to the old woman then to her grand daughter.
With his other hand he desperately covered his privates.

As he returned to his seat they had a good view of his
wealed backside. "I see he has gotten the cane quite
recently" said Mrs. Hewitt approvingly. "He had it last
time as well" "Is he very naughty?"
"Yes" replied Miss Clark. "I don't know why some boys fail
to clean themselves properly" "I had to cane him twice to
ensure he washed his little penis and bottom."

Mrs. Hewitt smirked. "Well laid on strokes I must say"
"Is it five or six stripes I see?"
Miss Clark snapped her fingers "Come over here please"
Robert sighed. She pointed to a spot on the ground.
"Hand on your head" "Turn around" He looked at her
pleadingly. "Miss?" "Please?"

She was unmoved by his plight and he stood there exposed.
Mrs. Hewitt admired the parallel stripes. "Excellent"
Robert flinched as her bony finger probed a welt.
"Nice to see such skill in a schoolmistress" "Reminds me
of my youth" "It is such a pity so many teachers are so
lenient with their charges nowadays" "No wonder the
children run riot."

She reached out to grasp his penis between her thumb and
forefinger. "I hope you've learned a lesson about keeping
your little willy clean." She admired the size of his
organ. It was well developed for a boy his age. He had no
pubic hair yet. That would come soon she thought.

Astrid eyes were opened wide as she took in the scene.
She could not disguise her delight at the spectacle.
Miss Harris smiled at the interest of the ten year old
girl. Her eyes were fixed on the region below his waist,
staring at his erect penis.

"He didn't wash his willy" asked Astrid, her curiousity
stoked. It was Miss Clark's turn to smile. "That's right
sweetie" "He didn't clean under his foreskin"
The girl looked quizzingly at the teacher "Foreskin?"

Miss Harris exchanged a grin with Mrs. Hewitt. She reached
down and completely skinned back Robert's foreskin. It had
already partially retracted but she now exposed the entire
glans. "See dear, this bit is called the foreskin" "It
covers the glans here" She gently pinched the skin of the
frenulum. "You may have seen some boys who were
circumcised as babies" "The skin is cut away from here and
they lack a foreskin" As she said this she pinched harder,
causing the boy to emit a squeal. Mrs. Hewitt laughed.

She held onto the shaft now. "Boys have to clean under the
foreskin to prevent infection" "It also avoids any bad
odours" Astrid nodded as the pretty teacher explained the
male anatomy. She found the boy to be rather cute. It was
wonderful having him naked like this. She was amazed at
how long the penis could become. The small children she
normally saw naked had such little willies.

Robert was mortified. He closed his eyes, his face red
with shame. "Miss it isn't fair!" he complained softly,
his voice barely above a whisper. "She's just a girl"
"She shouldn't be seeing me like this"
Miss Harris shook her head. "Nonsense" "She has probably
looked after other children before" "It is quite natural
for her to see a young boy"

"Miss I'm older than her" he protested. She dismissed
this with a wave of the hand. "Girls mature earlier than
boys." She looked directly at him. "Especially ones who
haven't learned to clean their willies."

"Anyway" said Miss Clark. "You are in punishment"
"I don't find your attitude at all satisfactory."
Miss Harris looked at Mrs. Hewitt "Care for some tea?"
The three adults moved towards the kitchen.

Robert moved to sit down but Miss Clark stopped him.
"Stay right there" She looked at Miss Hewitt.
"Would Astrid care to inspect the boy?" "I'm sure
she would find the experience educational"
"Also having a girl examine him would reinforce the
punishment for the boy."
Mrs. Hewitt grinned. "Indeed" She nodded her assent.

Miss Clark addressed the ten year old. "Sweetie, Robert
here is still in punishment" "He has to keep his hands
on his head and be very quiet" She grasped Robert's erect
penis. "Would you care to examine him and verify his penis
is clean?"

The blond haired girl looked across at her grandmother.
Seeing the approval she nodded rapidly. "Y..Yes Miss"
Robert protested at this turn of events. "Miss, you
already checked!" Miss Clark smiled. "And Astrid will
now check as well" "This will teach you to clean yourself
properly" "It is part of your punishment."

She walked to the kitchen leaving the preteen girl alone
with Robert. The embarrassment would do the boy some good
she thought. Astrid smiled. They were now alone and she
was free to indulge her curiosity. She reached out and
grabbed his balls. Robert was surprised at the sudden move
and held onto her hands tightly.
"Oww.." she cried out. She pulled away, rubbing her
wrists. "Miss!" she called out.

Miss Clark returned to see what the fuss was about.
"Miss look what he did" complained Astrid.
"She grabbed me" protested Robert.
The look on Miss Clark's face stopped any further
utterances from the boy.

She held onto his genitals with one hand, using the other
to administer a series of hard smacks to his bottom and
thighs. Soon the backs of his legs were red and marked
with the imprint of her fingers. He rose on tip toe as the
stinging slaps continued. "Please Miss!" he cried.

Finally she stopped. "Hands on your head" ordered
Miss Clark. "Astrid, if he gives you any more trouble,
just let me know" "He has already earned four strokes
which he will recieve later" "Let's see how many
additional strokes he can accumulate.
The preteen girl grinned. Miss Clark looked at
the boy. "Don't you dare give any further problems."
She returned to the kitchen.

Astrid sat on the couch. He looked at her in trepidation.
She indicated he should stand in front of her. The girl
held onto his scrotum, feeling the weight of his balls as
she cupped them. Her fingers moved down to the tip of his
penis. She skinned back the foreskin, examining the glans
intently.

Robert closed his eyes as the girl inspected him. She
grasped the shaft of his penis with her hand, moving it up
slowly to the tip. The ministrations of the pretty blond
made his willy tingle and Robert was now very hard. His
cock now throbbed almost painfully.

To be continued...