Robert Part 12
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 11...

She now turned him around. Her fingers traced the dark red
welts on his bottom. "Does it hurt much?" she asked.
"Yes" mumbled Robert. Astrid stared at the raised weals.
She had seen boys get the cane at school but that had been
over their trousers, before the entire class. This was her
first look at the effects of a caning.

She returned to playing with his willy and nuts.
She held each testicle between thumb and forefinger,
closely examining each. She now leaned back, looking
directly at his face.
"My friend Alexandra says her big brother plays with
his willy." "Do you play with yours?"
Robert shook his head vigorously. "No"
Astrid knew from the look on his face that he was lying.

They were interrupted by the returning adults.
"We really must be going" said Mrs. Hewitt.
Astrid got up, disappointed that she did not have more
time to play with the boy's long willy.
"Was Robert clean?" asked Miss Harris. The little girl
nodded. Her grandmother exchanged smiles with the two
teachers.

Astrid looked at Miss Harris. "His bottom must be really
sore" "I could feel the lines on his skin."
The teacher nodded. "It hurts but it is for his own good."
Mrs. Hewitt chimed in. "Dear, boys need firm discipline to
keep them in line" "A few strokes of the cane never did a
boy any lasting harm" "On the contrary, leniency results
in the hooliganism you see so often today"
She tousled Robert's dark hair. "He may be very sore now
but he will be thankful for this when he is older"

That evening, Robert was allowed to dress for their visit
to the pier and the nearby shops. Miss Harris showed
Miss Clark the various points of interest. Robert trailed
along sullenly. His bottom was quite sore and he was
bored.

He said nothing while they ate at a local cafe. The
two women ignored him.
When they returned back to the cottage, he was made to
remove his clothes. Miss Clark forbade him to put on his
pajamas and he slept nude under the covers. He was
actually glad for this since the fabric would have
irritated his sore bum.

The following morning he again remained nude. Miss Clark
informed him that he had a caning due later that day. She
noted with satisfaction that his penis was now flacid.
He was slowly getting accustomed to being naked around
the two women.

Miss Harris had begun to crotchet a doily, a gift for
Mrs. Hewitt and she called Robert over to help her unravel
some thread that had become knotted. Robert knelt next to
her, winding back the thread on its spool.

She made him remain there, holding the thread as she
worked. Miss Harris wore shorts and was barefoot. Robert
found himself looking at her thighs and calves then down
at her pretty feet and toes.

Soon his willy stiffened and jutted out horizontally.
Miss Harris noticed his staring at her legs and then
the state of his cock. She smiled.
"I see you're still having problems" she said. She
extended her foot, running her toes over his penis and
lifting his testicles with them. His genitals now rested
on the upper surface of her foot.

Robert gulped down air. The intimate contact was causing
him to become quite hard now. His penis rose straight up.
Miss Harris resumed her work, leaving Robert in his
aroused state.

Miss Clark appeared, clad in a red one piece swimsuit.
It accentuated all her curves and she looked stunning.
"Ready to go?" Miss Harris looked up. "I forgot the time"
"Let me just change" She got up and disappeared into her
bedroom. Robert stood up. "Miss can I wear my trunks?"
Miss Clark shook her head. "No, you'll go just as you are"

Robert's heart sank. He wondered if there would be many
people at the beach. He hoped not.
Miss Harris emerged, wearing a green bikini. Robert
swallowed hard as his eyes took in her firm body.
The two women walked the short distance to the beach with
Robert trailing reluctantly. Luckily that particular
stretch of beach was seldom used and they had it all to
themselves.

Miss Harris spread some towels and the two women sat down.
Robert walked to the water's edge, watching some large
ships in the distance. He returned to sit on one of the
towels.

Miss Clark got out a bottle of sunscreen lotion and began
to apply it to her shoulders and arms. She handed the
bottle to Miss Harris who looked across at Robert.
"Take this bottle" "Cover your shoulders and back with
the lotion"

Robert complied. Miss Harris watched as he rubbed it on.
"You might as well be useful" she said. "Rub some of the
lotion on me" "Start with my legs." She turned around to
lie on her front. Robert knelt next to her and picked up
the bottle again. Miss Clark also lay down.

Robert coated his hands with the lotion and began to rub
it on Miss Harris's legs. His hands ran up and down her
calves and thighs. They slipped perilously close to her
fabric clad bottom. He moved onto her soft back and her
shoulders.

She turned around now and he repeated the process on the
front of her legs. He hesitated at her torso but she
indicated her should apply there as well. He rubbed it
on her taut belly, his fingertips just inches from her
breasts.

He moved to Miss Clark's side now and began the process.
This was naturally quite arousing for him and pre-cum
oozed from his penis. When his hands ran over her thighs
he found himself breathing quite hard.

Miss Harris noted the copious amount of sticky pre-cum on
the boy's penis. The lad was clearly aroused.
She lay back down. "I could do with a foot massage" she
announced to Miss Clark. She pointed at the boy.
Robert knelt at her feet, his spread thighs on either
side of her legs. He began to rub the soles of her feet,
his fingertips brushing against her pretty toes which were
just inches from his scrotum.

Miss Clark looked across at the naked eleven year old boy,
his bottom marked with cane stripes, exposed penis stiff
as he rubbed Lisa's feet. She smiled to herself.
He was just like a little slave boy she thought.

Robert briefly pressed his moist hands to his stiff willy.
The proximity to bare female flesh caused it to throb.
He wished he could have some privacy so he could relieve
himself. He was afraid of discovery by Miss Harris though.
She had severly punished him the last time she caught him
masturbating.

They spent more than an hour there, soaking up the sun.
When they returned to the cottage he was sent to the
bathroom. He showered carefully, making sure every bit
of his body was clean. As he soaped his willy, he
contemplated wanking off but decided against it, fearful
of being caught.

He dried his body and hung up the towel. He left the
bathroom naked to present himself for inspection.
The two teachers were in the kitchen having a cup of
tea. Robert stood in the kitchen awkwardly as he awaited
their attention.

Almost ten minutes went by. Sunlight streamed in the
kitchen window, warming his bare skin.
Finally Miss Clark addressed him. "Go into your bedroom
and wait for me" "After I check you, you'll receive your
strokes." Robert was dismayed. He had hoped she had
forgotten about the additional punishment. She dismissed
him. "I expect to see to kneeling with your hands on your
head"

A few minutes later both women entered the room.
He noted Miss Harris held the long thicker cane.
Miss Clark called him over. She made him sit on the edge
of the bed, then lie backwards, bringing his knees up to
his chest with his thighs spread wide. He closed his eyes
in shame at the wanton display of his most private parts.
He felt so vulnerable. His willy and nuts were exposed in
this position, as was his bum hole.

With her thumb and forefinger she retracted his foreskin
then rubbed her fingertips together on the wrinkled skin
of his scrotum. Miss Clark then took a tissue and passed
it along his puckered anus, ensuring he had cleaned
himself properly.

Miss Harris sat on the bed and reached out to hold his
penis. She took her time, checking the glans then moving
on to each testicle. Her fingers lingered there. She
looked up at Miss Harris. "Stacy, are you buying the
flowered wrap we saw yesterday?" "I'm thinking of getting
the green one"

As the two women chatted about their prospective
purchases, Robert lay there, spread open, acutely aware
of the young teacher's hand on his willy and nuts as
she absently fingered them. He wished she would let go
now. She had already examined him.

Finally she stood up. Miss Clark placed a pillow on the
centre of the bed and made Robert lie face down over it.
The pillow raised his bottom, presenting it perfectly
for chastisement.

She stood on one side of the bed and raised the cane high
in the air. She used the full force of her shoulder as she
brought the cane sharply against the boy's rump. It
pressed deep into the tender skin, leaving an initial
white line which rapidly turned deep red.

Robert cried out and buried his face into the bed.
His hands grasped the sheets as he tried to control
his movement. Miss Clark watched as a well formed
tramline welt rose on the boy's bottom.

The cane descended again, right into the sensitive
lower slopes of the buttocks. The boy squirmed over the
pillow as the stinging stroke bit into his flesh.
Miss Clark moved to the other side of the bed.
She lashed down forcefully. The cane struck just above
the previous stroke. The loud 'whup' of impact followed
immediately by the boy's squeal. "Miss!" he cried.
The sheet under his face was damp with tears.

Miss Harris nodded in approval. Both bottom cheeks were
receiving equal treatment. The blue black spots where the
very tip of the cane struck would be distributed evenly on
both buttocks.

The last stroke was administered higher still. Miss Harris
put extra power into the stroke and the bottom cheeks
shuddered under the blow. Robert gasped for air, his hands
tightly gripping the bedsheets. The wealed bottom wriggled
over the pillow as the pain sank in.

"Stand up" ordered Miss Clark. Robert wiped away the tears
from his face. He badly needed to rub his bottom. No such
relief was afforded him however. He spent the next hour
kneeling in the hallway with his hands on his head.
The burning welts were almost unbearable for the boy.
It took more than twenty minutes before the worst of the
sting eased. Finally Miss Clark allowed him to get up.
He went to his room.

Robert stood in front of the mirror, inspecting the damage
to his bottom. He gingerly rubbed his buttocks. They were
painful to the touch. He lay over the bed, trying to focus
his mind away from his tender backside.

The rest of the day was uneventful. They went into the
town again and he was permitted to dress. Robert was on
his best behavior, wanting to avoid any further
discipline. His bottom was terribly sore. He found it too
painful to sit down as he waited while the women shopped.
Even the underwear he wore irritated his tender, wealed
bum.

That night he lay quietly in bed on his front, thinking
of the day's events. He was again kept naked.
The pain of the welts slowly subsided. He thought of the
beach, and the display of bare female flesh. His willy
became hard. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to ease the
pressure on it.

Miss Clark opened the door. She smirked at his bare bottom
position. "How are we tonight?" she asked. "OK Miss" he
replied. She came inside. She wore a silk pajama top that
ended just below the crotch of her panties. He could
plainly see the outline of her nipples under the fabric.
His cock throbbed, trapped between his body and the bed.

She sat on the edge of the bed, running her hand
over the fresh welts. "Why don't you take a wet washcloth
and place it over your bum?" she suggested. "It will
soothe the skin." He got up to go the bathroom. Miss Clark
noted the state of his penis. The entire tip was wet with
pre-cum. He returned, lying face down on the bed again,
the damp washcloth over his bruised buttocks.

"It can't be comfortable lying down with your penis erect
like that" she stated. "Well?"
"No Miss" he replied, blushing. "But I can't help it."
"Stand up" she instructed. She looked at the stiff organ.
She held it betwen her fingers, moving it from side to
side. A small drop of pre-cum now dangled from the tip.
"I suppose something should be done about this if you are
to sleep properly." "Would you like some relief?"
The boy looked at her, confused. "Relief Miss?"

She went to the bathroom, returning with a bottle of baby
oil. She sat on the edge of the bed and poured a little
oil into her palms. She rubbed this onto Robert's penis.
Oiling her hands thoroughly, she began to stroke his
scrotum, making it slick with the oil. She now gripped the
shaft at its base.

Robert looked down. The first button of Miss Clark's top
was undone and he could see the slopes of her breasts.
He moved his head slightly to better view her ample
cleavage. He gazed at her spread alabaster thighs and
pantied crotch.

Stacy Clark unashamedly began to masturbate the boy.
She rationalized this as helping him in his predicament.
Her oiled hand slid up and down the boy's penile shaft.
His hips rocked forward as her hand slid along the
sensitive tip.

She stopped to pour a little more oil on her hands.
She gripped Robert's penis again but now slid her other
hand between his legs. Her oiled fingers found his bottom
crack and she perversely slid a slippery finger slowly
into his anus.

Robert gasped at the sensation. The pretty brunette pumped
his shaft as she slid her finger in and out of his bum
hole. The boy breathed heavily. Miss Clark stopped again.
She waited a few seconds then resumed, stroking from the
glans to the middle of the shaft.

She felt a distinct throb as he achieved orgasm, a spurt
of clear liquid fell onto her bare thighs. The boy's anal
sphincter opened and closed rapidly against her
penetrating finger as he climaxed.
She looked up at the boy. "That should ease things."
"Ok now?" He nodded, still breathing heavily. He lay down
on the bed, his penis now rapidly becoming limp. She draped
the washcloth on his wealed bum.

As she left, she noticed the smile on his face.
Miss Clark closed the door. She took a perverse pleasure
at his state. She had flogged him earlier and had now
masturbated him to orgasm. She loved the power she had
over his body.

Robert lay there quietly, listening to the waves break in
the distance, his body covered in a sheen of sweat.
He had never before felt such an intense orgasm.
Having a full grown woman play with his willy like that
was tremendously exciting to the boy. It took more than
an hour before he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning he sat naked at the table having
breakfast with his two teachers.  He shifted uncomfortably
on the chair, bringing a smile to the face of Miss Harris.
Miss Clark had decided to keep him nude until they left
that evening. He had spent the majority of the trip like
that and she reasoned that some additional time wouldn't
be too onerous. Besides, she liked having him naked. She
enjoyed the view of his striped bottom and his long
boycock, especially when it was hard.

Miss Harris also supported her decision. She also liked
to observe the handsome boy's naked body. She was amused
when he became aroused and pre-cum wet the tip of his
penis.

She answered a knock at the door. It was Astrid,
accompanied by four other girls. Miss Harris had asked her
to stop by to pick up the doily she had made for Mrs.
Hewitt.

"Hello Miss" said the pretty ten year old. The other girls
chimed in. Astrid introduced them. The first, Helen was
twelve. She had short dark hair. The second, Alexandra
had blond hair, plaited into two pigtails. She was the
same age as Astrid. Jane was thirteen. She was blond with
long hair that hung loose over her shoulders. She had
long slender legs and lovely green eyes.
The last girl, Siobhan, had close cropped red hair.
She was eleven and a bit of a tomboy.

The girls all wore swimsuits. They were going to the beach
and had stopped by on Astrid's request to pick up her
grandmother's gift. They made quite an attractive group,
with their tanned bare legs and the budding breasts of the
older girls.

Miss Harris noticed the ball in Siobhan's hands.
"Playing some volleyball later?" she asked. "Yes Miss"
replied the girl. "I don't have my normal partner today
though" "I normally play with Mary but she couldn't come"
"We normally have three teams of two each but we're short
today"

Astrid looked at Miss Harris. "Would Robert like to come?"
"He could take Mary's place." Miss Harris nodded. "I don't
see why not" "He could use the exercise and the fresh air"
She went to the kitchen where Robert had just finished
eating.

"The girls need another player for volleyball and Astrid
suggested you join them" she informed him. Robert shook
his head. "I don't feel like it Miss" "I think I'll just
read a little in my room."

"Don't be so lazy" said Miss Harris crossly.
"Some vigorous exercise will do you a world of good"
"You WILL be joining them today." Robert knew better than
to argue with her. "Yes Miss" he said quietly.

She went to her room to retrieve the doily then walked
back to the front door. "Here you are Astrid" She said
as she handed the wrapped gift over to her.
"Where on the beach do you play?" she asked the girls.
"Not far from here Miss, about half a mile" replied Helen.
"The local council has a area reserved for games" "There
are lights, a net and everything" "We prefer it to the
area near the pier" "The boys tend to hog all the space
over there." "It's also near Siobhan's house" added
Alexandra. "So we can hang out there afterwards"

Robert appeared, dressed in trunks and a tee shirt.
Miss Harris was surprised but said nothing to him.
"Just let me get something" she said to the girls.
Robert looked awkwardly at the girls. He found Jane
to be especially pretty and he blushed a little.
This caused giggles from some of the girls.
Astrid had told them of his punishment and they were
naturally quite interested in this cute boy.

Miss Harris returned. She looked at Jane. "You're the
oldest so I'm putting you in charge of him" "Keep him out
of mischief" "If he gives you any trouble, don't hestitate
to use this on his bottom." In her hand was a coiled,
narrow leather strap. It was black and well oiled.
She handed this to a surprised Jane.

Miss Harris addressed the boy. "Jane is in charge of you
and you will obey her instructions as if they came from
me" "She has full authority to use the strap" "If I hear
any complaints about your behavior from her, I'll give you
a hiding you won't believe."

She continued. "Also, I notice you're wearing clothing"
"Whether or not you get to keep them on is up to Jane"
"If she decides you should be bare, that will be it"
"I'm leaving the decision to her alone."
She smiled at the girls. "Have a good time."
Jane was pleased at the confidence Miss Harris placed
in her. She beamed with delight. The girls left with
Robert in tow.

When the reached the play area, the girls divided into
pairs. Robert teamed with Siobhan. Astrid with Helen and
Alexandra with Jane.
"Jane, don't you think he should be bare?" asked Astrid
mischievously. Robert looked at Jane in alarm.
She shook her head, much to Robert's relief. "It will
be much too distracting to have him like that."
"Besides, there are people about"

An elderly couple walked by. They said hello to Siobhan.
About a hundred feet away, two middle aged men were
casting their fising rods into the sea. A young couple
with their two small children lay on the sand.
Robert was relieved he was well covered. The thought of
being nude in front of all these people was horrifying.

Siobhan picked up the ball. They played several matches,
the losing team going out. An hour passed. The children
rested, sitting on the sand. Siobhan was all smiles.
Robert was actually quite good at this and they had
beaten the other pairs quite easily.

Alexandra wiped her face. "I'm tired and I need something
to drink" "Let's go to Siobhan's" The other girls agreed.
They walked the short distance to her house. Her parents
were at work and they would have the place to themselves.
There was a large yard that fronted the beach itself.
They sat on chairs outside as Siobhan went inside for a
jug of lemonade.

"Robert looks quite hot and sweaty" announced Jane.
"I think he should strip down" The other girls giggled.
Robert was appalled. He looked at Jane, pleadingly.
The pretty blond could see his obvious discomfort.
"Come along now, take your clothes off" she ordered.

"Hurry up" said Astrid. "You heard what Miss Harris
said." Robert took off his tee shirt. He stood there
holding it in his hands. The girls admired his chest
and back. He was a handsome boy.

Robert placed the tee shirt on a chair and hooked his
fingers in the waistband of his trunks. He hesitated.
He was acutely aware of the five pairs of eyes on his
body. "Come on" said Jane, uncoiling the leather strap.

Robert pulled down his trunks, kicking them off his feet.
He covered his privates with his hands desperately.
Jane slapped the leather against her leg. "Hands on your
head" "Turn around so we can get a good look at you"
"Slowly"

Robert looked down. He swallowed hard. Raising his hands
he turned slowly around. The girls stared at his naked
body. Helen pointed to his striped bottom "Look at his
bum" The girls marvelled at the bruised bottom cheeks.
"He got the stick really bad" said Helen sympathetically.

His cock was now the centre of attention. Before their
eyes it slowly enlarged and rose. The process fascinated
the girls who made him remain still while they watched.
Jane was surprised at the size of this boy's penis.
She had younger brothers and they were not as large.
Siobhan no siblings while Helen had a sister.
Robert's exposure was thus their first real look at a
boy's erect willy. Astrid of course had the experience
of playing with it the day before.

To be continued...