Robert Part 1
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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Robert had spent the past week observing his new
neighbor moving in. The eleven year old had been quite
pleased at the prospect of having such an attractive
young woman next door. She had short blond hair and blue
eyes. His mother, who had met her the first day, had
mentioned that her name was Lisa Harris.

He liked seeing her in shorts. She had really nice legs,
he thought. The last few days, when he played with his
willy, it was her long legs he thought about. He imagined
what it must be like to run his hands over her calves and
thighs. "Robert!" His mother's call roused him from his
daydream. He hurriedly pulled his hand outside his shorts
and went downstairs to see what his mother wanted.

Mary Peterson watched as her son came down the stairs.
He seemed so distracted lately. She had to call him four
times before he responded. Last week he had deliberately
disobeyed her by coming home much later than the curfew
she had set. She had grounded him for that.
His schoolwork was also suffering. His last school report
had not been good and she had reduced the time he was
allowed to watch television. She was a single mother and
he was becoming quite a handful for her.

She had just been over to her new neighbor. The first day
they had met, she took a liking to her at once. She was
intelligent and vivacious, so unlike old Mrs Francis who
had moved away. Today she had spent almost 2 hours talking
with Lisa who was a teacher and had come from a military
family. Her father was a colonel in the army. Mary's own
father had been a major and she recounted tales of
military life with her. Despite the difference in their
ages, they bonded immediately.

She had mentioned Robert's poor grades and Lisa, who
taught physics at a nearby school, had offered to tutor
him two afternoons a week. "That would be wonderful" Mary
had said. "I've tried to help him with his work, but he
seems to be so lazy. He hardly seems to try."
Lisa looked at her with surprise. "You didn't slipper his
behind?" "No" Mary replied. "At times I've been tempted to
put him over my knee but I haven't spanked him since he
was nine". "Isn't he a bit old for a spanking?".

Lisa shook her head. "He is only eleven". "At my school,
the headmaster canes sixth form boys whose grades fall
below standard." "Just a few days ago I was forced to cane
two pupils, they're thirteen by the way, for not handing
in homework. I don't tolerate laziness."

Mary nodded. "My father used to thrash my brothers soundly
when they brought home poor reports". "But I can't picture
you wielding the cane." "How do your pupils respond to such
a young teacher disciplining them?" Lisa smiled. "At first
some were the typical smarty pants". "They would grin as
they bent over". "I stopped that right away."
"When I told them they were getting it on the bare, their
faces dropped." Lisa continued "I really laid it on."
"They left with some good marks on their bums".

Mary smiled. "I imagine they didn't come back for more?".
Lisa grinned. "Not in a hurry," "But boys will be boys."
"I've had to cane a few several times".
Mary looked at her. What the young teacher had said made
perfect sense. A little discipline like that was what her
son needed. After all, her brothers had flourished under
their father's strict hand.
"Well feel free to give Robert the stick.". she said.
"I think I've been far too lenient with him".
She continued "I'll take your advice regarding the
slipper or I may just use a belt on his behind."
Lisa pursed her lips. "Yes, I think you may have been a
bit too lenient". "Boys will take advantage of their
mother's natural sympathy" "They need a really firm hand"
"I'm sure you'll find the belt most effective."

As Mary returned home she thought about what Lisa had said
and resolved to be more strict. She noticed that Robert
had left his plate unwashed in the kitchen sink and she
called him downstairs. No response. She went to the foot
of the stairs and called again. She called two more times
before there was a response. "Didn't you hear me call
you?" She asked crossly. "I'm sorry mum". He replied
"I didn't hear". She pointed towards the kitchen.
"You left your plate unwashed." "How many times must I
tell you about this?".
He looked at her. "Sorry mum. I'll wash it in a little
while". "You'll wash it NOW" she replied. "I've a good
mind to take a strap to you" Robert's eyes widened as
she said this. He hadn't been spanked by his mum in ages.
He hurried to the kitchen.
Mary was pleased to see the response. Just the mention
of the strap had had an immediate effect. The next time
he fell out of line she would definitely administer it.

"By the way, I've been talking to Miss Harris next door."
She's a teacher and has offered to give you a little
help with your maths". Robert's heart skipped a beat.
The prospect of close contact with his beautiful next
door neighbor was quite appealing. Mary contined.
"I've given her permission to use her cane, so you
had better be on your best behavior and apply yourself
to your work."

Robert was shocked by this. First the threat to strap him
now this. "Her what?". Mary Peterson could barely contain
her smile. "Her cane". "She has quite a few naughty boys
at her school" "She has had to give them some good ones on
the bare bottom". Robert was horrified. Bare bottom? The
cane from the beautiful Miss Lisa Harris? He had just been
rubbing his willy and thinking about her great legs.
He could not imagine being punished by her. And possibly
on the bare! She would see his bum! His was disconcerted
to find his willy becoming hard. He resumed washing up
the dishes.

That night, the eleven year old boy slipped his hand into
his pajama bottoms and began to rub his penis. It was
quite a respectable size for someone his age. It rapidly
grew erect as he stroked it and cupped his balls. He
thought again of Miss Harris's long legs. He now pictured
her holding a cane, flexing it as his headmaster did.
His willy became very hard. He remembered how funny he
had felt seeing boys in his class get the cane over their
tight trousers. You could see the cane bite into the thin
material. He had watched with rapt fascination as the boys
had yelled out with each stroke. Some of the girls in
class could not contain their snickering.
He breathed heavily as he continued to masturbate.
As he climaxed, he noticed a greater than normal amount of
the clear liquid. He was getting older and no longer
'dry cummed', a term he had heard from some older boys
teasing a classmate.

The next morning as he left for school his mother informed
him he would have lessons with Miss Harris that afternoon.
"I'll pick you up as soon as school is over and drop you
off at her school".
That afternoon he was apprehensive as he asked a boy
directions to her class. "Miss Harris? I think she's in
the Physics lab. I'll show you where." "Do you know her
well?"
"I've got lessons" he replied. The boy shook his head.
"Sorry for you". "My mate is in her class and she really
gives the stick". "We saw his bum in the showers after PE
class." "She whacks harder than the headmaster".

"Hello Robert" Miss Harris smiled. "Hello Miss" he
replied as he entered. "Show me what you're doing in
maths" The next half hour passed by quite pleasantly.
She was really quite nice. Much different to
Mr. Bainbridge, his teacher.

She was quite attractive. He skirt ended above the knee
and it showed off her legs. He could not help looking at
them as she sat next to him and crossed her legs, absently
kicking off one shoe. He found himself staring at her
pretty feet. His willy began to rise.
"Ok, now I've got this worksheet for you to do".
She interrupted his wanderings. "It shouldn't take more
than twenty minutes".

He found it a bit difficult to concentrate on the
assignment, his willy was still hard and he briefly
pressed his hand against it. As Miss Harris got up
he had noticed the swelling of her breasts within her
blouse. He kept glancing at her as she sat at her desk
grading assignments.

There was a knock on the door and a girl entered.
Robert was surprised to see it was a girl from his school,
Elizabeth. Miss Harris greeted her. "Hello sweetie."
"Excited about our little shopping expedition?"
It turned out that Elizabeth was Miss Harris's niece
and they were to go shopping later that afternoon.
Elizabeth was ten, in a lower form than him. He had seen
her about. She was pretty, with long dark hair.

"Robert, you should be finished by now" said Miss Harris.
Robert looked up in surprise. Surely twenty minutes had
not gone by so fast!. She took the sheet from him.
"But you've hardly done any of the problems." "What were
you doing all this time?". Robert mumbled "Sorry Miss".
He could see the anger in her face. "I'm quite
disappointed in you.". She looked at him directly.
"I'm afraid you'll have to be punished". "Your mother
gave me authority to administer corporal punishment and
I'm a firm believer in its efficacy."
Robert's stomach began to flutter.

Miss Harris went to a cupboard and retrieved a cane.
It was longer and slightly thicker than the cane his
headmaster used. Robert was appalled. He had only been
caned a couple of times before; his class teachers had
been users of the slipper. His last caning had really
stung. He was filled with dread as he saw her flex the
rattan. "Come here please".
He got up. "Yes Miss". "Miss, please don't cane me."
"I'll do better next time".
She smiled. "Yes you will." "The cane tends to have that
effect". "Now, lower your trousers and bend over this
stool."

"Miss, can't I leave it up?" He pleaded.
"No, and lower your underpants as well" "This will be on
the bare."
"Oh Miss!" he exclaimed. "But she is here too". He
gestured towards Elizabeth.
"I'm sure Elizabeth has seen naughty boys get the cane
before." Miss Harris replied. "If you feel embarrassed,
that's just too bad. Think of it as part of your
punishment.
"Please Miss" he remonstrated. "At least make her leave".

Miss Harris was rapidly becoming more angry. "That is
quite enough." "Instead of simply lowering your trousers,
I want you to take them off, underwear too." "You'll spend
some time kneeling in the corner afterwards."
"Robert Peterson, I'm waiting!" "Don't let me have to call
your mother as well."

Robert could see Miss Harris was determined. He resigned
himself to his fate. He lowered his trousers to his ankles
where they bunched up. "You'll need to remove you shoes"
Miss Harris interrupted. "Place them over there."
He turned away as he removed his trousers and placed them
on a chair. He paused as his fingers took hold of the
elastic waistband of his underwear. This is it, he thought.
As he took off his underwear, he kept facing away.
They can see my bum! he thought.
"Come over here" Miss Harris commanded.
Robert swallowed quickly and went over to the stool.
"Stand here." Miss Harris surveyed the naughty boy in
front of her. She reached over and rolled up his shirt,
exposing his front as well. She was a bit surprised at the
size of his penis. It was quite well developed for an
eleven year old. There was no hair around it yet but it
was a good size. His testicles were similarly developed.
Quite an attractive package she thought. He's a good
looking boy. He'll grow up to be quite handsome.

Elizabeth was in heaven. She could not believe her luck.
Here she was, going shopping with her Aunt Lisa and she
gets to see a boy nude from the waist down. Her eyes ran
up his body, from his feet still encased in socks to the
rolled up shirt. She thought he had quite a nice looking
cock, not that she had seen many. She had seen little boys
before and a picture in a magazine.
She rather enjoyed the spectacle before her. The dark
haired boy was rather cute she thought.

Robert was acutely aware of his nakedness. The girl
Elizabeth was staring openly at his genitals. He felt his
willy becoming stiff. No! Not now! he thought.
Miss Harris tapped the stool with her cane. "Bend over this
and grip the legs. You're getting four strokes."
Robert was glad to bend over. At least his front was
hidden.
"Spread your legs apart and grip lower down" Miss Harris
ordered.
In that position Elizabeth now had a good view of his bare
bottom. Nice bum she thought. She glimpsed his scrotum
between his spread legs. She could make out each of his
balls.

Miss Harris looked at the pale white bottom cheeks before
her. They were quite shapely she thought as she lined up
the cane at the mid point. She drew back the cane, almost
to shoulder height and brought it down swiftly. It landed
with a load crack.
A livid read weal appeared almost instantly on the pale
flesh. Robert gasped as the cane bit into his bottom
cheeks. There was a searing line of pain across his bum.

Elizabeth could barely breathe. She was so caught up in
what she was witnessing. The crack of the cane was so loud
she thought. A raised red welt now divided the boy's
buttocks.

Miss Harris waited. When she administered the cane she
always gave time for each stroke to be felt. Only when the
initial burning faded did she give the next.
She was satisfied with the raised tramline welt. It
contrasted nicely with the pale white cheeks.

She raised the cane again and brought it down a little
lower than before. Robert cried out loudly and rose up.
His hands gripped his bottom, as he tried to rub away
the pain.
Elizabeth was amused to note that his balls and cock
jingled as he rubbed away. He was putting on quite a show.

"Get back in position at once!". Miss Harris's voice was
raised. "Don't touch your bottom again."
"But Miss it hurts!" Robert exclaimed.
"Of course it hurts." "That is the intention."
Miss Harris replied. "If you move again, I will repeat
the stroke." "If I see your hands rubbing your bum,
I'll strap them as well."

Robert bent back over the stool. His bottom felt like
it was on fire. He could not imagine what two more
strokes would be like. This was the worst hiding he
had ever experienced.
Miss Harris placed the cane at a point lower than the
two parallel weals that now decorated the boy's bottom.
She brought the cane back and down again, into his under
bottom, the area just above the backs of his thighs.
Another livid welt appeared immediately.
Robert cried out as the cane lashed his lower bottom.
The searing pain made his eyes water and he reached behind
to soothe the burning.

"Didn't I tell you not to rub your bottom?" Miss Harris
asked crossly. "Stand up."
She went over to the cupboard and returned with a long
black leather strap. It was quite thick and the end
was divided into two tails.
"Put out your hand." "Palm upwards"
"You're getting two on each hand."
Robert sobbed. "Please Miss".
"No excuses" she demanded. "Hand out!"

He reluctantly proferred his hand, keeping his fingers
together. She gently adjusted his thumb out of the way.
He was now aware that he was quite exposed. Here he was
nude from the waist down and everything on display for
Miss Harris and Elizabeth to see.
Elizabeth tried hard not to smile. She was really enjoying
this. His cock stuck out almost horizontally and she could
see a bit of the tip where it emerged from under the tight
foreskin.

Miss Harris raised the strap so the end rested on her
shoulder. She brought it down hard on the outstretched
palm. The load crack reverberated around the room.
The boy gasped. This was almost as bad as the cane.
Miss Harris reached out and straightened his fingers.
She brought down the strap again. The boy shook his hand
and blew on it, trying to cool the burning.
"Next hand" She demanded.
Robert's hand was shaking as he put it out. He watched
as the leather descended. There was a very load crack and
his other hand was on fire. "Last one." She brought down
the strap for the last time. Another load crack and Robert
was furiously blowing on his hands.
As the pain subsided he became quite conscious of his semi
erect penis. The girl had a good view of it and of his
balls which were quite prominent as the skin of his scrotal
sac tightened around them.

Miss Harris waited. She had glanced down at the boy's cock
and was quite amused to see its state.
"Bend over." "And don't move out of position again or
you'll feel the strap on your hands again."
"The last stroke did not count since you moved."
"You have two more to get". Miss Harris pronounced
the sentence with relish.
Lisa Harris was quite convinced of the necessity of caning
naughty schoolboys. She also secretly enjoyed the task.
She loved wrapping a cane around firm young buttocks,
raising welts on the tender skin.
She placed the cane at the junction of buttocks and
thighs. As she struck, she put a little extra force
in the stroke, making the cane bite into the lower bottom.
Robert gasped as another weal appeared, almost merging
with the third. "Owww!" exclaimed the boy. She could hear
his heavy breathing. That one was a cracker she thought.

She waited for about fifteen seconds as the pain seared
his bottom. The whole lower half had reddened and the
tramline welts were quite prominent. The upper half of
his bottom was untouched and it was this target that
would receive the final stroke. She aimed at a point on
the upper curve of his buttocks and brought down the cane
with exceptional force. The crack seemed to fill the room
with sound and she was rewarded with a load cry from the
boy as a deep red welt formed on the pale white skin.
He stayed in position though, fearing further strokes.

She let him stay in position as she returned the cane to
the cupboard. Elizabeth watched in fascination at the
darkening welts on the boy's nude buttocks. She wondered
what they must feel like. The welts were laid down
parallel and were like ridges on the skin.
Her aunt addressed the boy. "Robert, you may stand."
The boy got up. He reached behind and gently felt the
awful stinging weals on his bottom. He could not believe
how much they hurt.
In this position his cock and balls were again on display
and he turned away from the staring Elizabeth.
Miss Harris pointed to the corner of the room.
"You will kneel in the corner and think about your
attitude".

As he knelt in the corner, his bare bum on display,
Robert felt his willy becoming hard. It now pointed
upwards and was fully erect. He tried hard to wish it
down, trying hard to ignore the presence of Miss Harris
and Elizabeth. His penis throbbed. He realized that even
though it was so embarrassing being nude from the waist
down in front of two females, not even related to him,
it was also somewhat strangely exciting. The feeling
confused him. His predicament was not in the least bit
pleasurable yet his willy was hard.

He remained in this position as Miss Harris completed her
grading and Elizabeth pretended to read a book, all the
while glancing at the nude boy's bottom in the corner.
Finally Miss Harris told him he could get up and put
his trousers back on. He hurriedly complied, gaining back
some of his shyness at being naked, turning away from the
two females as he gently eased up his underwear over his
still stinging bum.

He left for home which was only a few minutes walk away.
He entered quicky, running upstairs to his room.
There he pulled off his clothing, looking in the mirror
at his striped behind. He ran his fingers along the raised
ridges and pressed each welt gently. His willy began to
respond. He grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom.
As he stood in the shower his soapy hands began to rub his
throbbing penis. As his fingers stroked the tip he was
acutely aware of the pain still in his bottom. This seemed
to enhance the pleasure in his loins and he climaxed
quickly.

As he dressed he heard his mother come upstairs. She
knocked on the door and entered.
"Miss Harris called me earlier." "I understand she had
to cane you."
"Yes mum" he said, ashamed that his mother was aware of
his punishment. "Well, lets have a look" she said.
He watched her in confusion "Mum?"
"Turn around and let me see your bottom" she responded.
He sighed and complied with the request, pulling down his
shorts at the back so that most of his bottom was exposed.
"Well she really gave you sound caning."
"That looks like it really stung" "Hope you learn a
lesson, you've been deserving of that for quite a while"
Robert was surprised at the lack of sympathy. His bum
was badly marked and here was his mother expressing
approval. "I got it on the bare even though there
was a girl from my school in the room. She saw everything"
complained Robert. His mother smiled in amusement.
"Well, that should you yet another reason to avoid further
punishment."

Later that evening as he played outside, he saw Miss
Harris next door. She was seeing about some plants
and was dressed in shorts and a low top that
accentuated her breasts. He admired her back and
her behind as she bent over briefly. He stared at
her long bare legs and feet encased in leather sandals.
She waved to Robert and continued with her work.
He waved back, thinking how odd it was. She had just
hours before caned his bare bottom and seen his erect
penis yet it was as if nothing had happened.

That night he lay in bed, the events of the day
playing out in his head as he drifted off to sleep.

To be continued...