Robert Part 2
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 1...

Two weeks passed. Robert's lessons with Miss Harris
were uneventful. He made sure to do his work, not wanting
another dose of the cane.
Then his mother received a call. She came into his room.
"Dear, your Gramps isn't well." "Granny called and she
really needs a little help this weekend."
I've asked Miss Harris to keep you for the next few days
while I'm away."
Robert wasn't sure he liked this at all. Miss Harris was
quite strict. "Can't I stay by myself?"
She patted his back. "No dear. Don't be silly. I'll
feel much better knowing Lisa is looking after you"
"It was so nice of her to help out."

As he helped his mother pack the car the next day,
the eleven year old boy thought about what spending
the next few days with Miss Harris would be like.
He would get to see more of her, hopefully in shorts or
better yet, something more revealing. But there was
always the threat of the cane. He resolved to be extra
careful. As she left his mother told him "Now be on
your best behavior. Remember I've given Miss Harris
permission to punish you if you don't."

Lisa Harris had made up the spare bedroom for her new
guest. Though she often looked after her niece, this
was the first time a young boy had stayed over.
She had brought a cane and a strap home from school in
case it was needed.
She was expecting her niece over as well so the house
would be full with two energetic children.
Her ten year old niece was well behaved though.
She seldom had to punish her. She had strapped her
bottom only once before.

Robert settled in quite well. Miss Harris had provided
a tall glass of chocolate milk and cookies and he watched
the television while she did her work. He heard the
doorbell and was surprised to see Elizabeth.
The little brunette was dressed in a shorts and a loose
top. She soon joined him in watching the TV.
He glanced over at her sitting on the couch.
Her legs were drawn up and he found himself staring at
her bare legs. His eyes moved to her toes and the soles
of her feet. She was quite pretty he thought.

Miss Harris came into the room. "Robert, time for a bath".
"But I'm not really dirty" he replied. "I can bathe later"
"No excuses" she insisted. "Hurry up."
He got up and went to his room. As he disrobed he looked
at his bottom in the mirror. There were some very faint
marks, the remnants of his caning. He entered the shower,
enjoying the feel of the cool water on his skin.
He soaped his hands and began to masturbate, thinking of
Elizabeth. Suddenly he heard Miss Harris in the bedroom
and stopped his activity. The cool water washed away the
soap and his cock shrunk.

He was shocked when she entered the bathroom.
"Robert, have you washed properly?"
"Err, yes Miss" he replied, panicking. His worst fears
were realized as she slid open the shower door.
"What about behind the ears?"
He protested. "Miss, I can bathe by myself."
"Don't be silly" she said. "I know how little boys are"
"Most don't wash properly".
His hands covered his penis. She turned his head and
checked behind the ears. "Just look at this" she
remonstrated. "I want you to soap properly."
"Now let me check under your foreskin.
Robert could hardly believe what he had just heard.
She wanted to check if his willy was clean!
He remembered when his mother would clean it but that was
many years before. Did Miss Harris think he was a baby?
"Miss I know how to clean it". She shook her head.
"Move your hands away and let me check"
"Miss!" He protested. "Robert!" "Don't cause me to have
to punish you." "While you stay in this house, I'll ensure
you keep clean and healthy." "I swear, you would think I
had never seen a little boy's penis before."

Robert moved his hands away, mortified as Miss Harris held
his penis and pulled back the foreskin. She cupped his
balls in one hand as she examined the penis head.
The feel of her fingers on his cock and balls was quite
strange to Robert. Only his mother had ever done that,
years before and now this woman, who was not related,
had her hands on his cock. The fact that she was very
pretty made things worse and he felt his cock begin to
stir. As Miss Harris held it, his penis rapidly became
erect. She pretended not to notice. She soaped her hands
and began to clean his privates.

The sensation of her soaping his cock while her fingers
gripped his balls was quite strange. Though Robert was
extremely humiliated, he was also perversely excited at
having this beautiful woman manipulate his organ.
"That should do it" she said. "Wash yourself off".
Robert stood under the flowing water, glad that the
coolness made his penis shrink.

Lisa Harris stood at the open shower door as the boy
washed himself off. She genuinely wanted to ensure he
kept clean. Little boys could be such dirty creatures.
She didn't want any problems while he stayed with her.
There was more than a hint of prurient interest in her
behavior though. She enjoyed having such control over her
young charge. "Hurry up" she said, giving him a light
smack on his wet bottom.

She left to see about dinner and Robert dressed quickly.
He went back to watch TV. Elizabeth left to have her bath.
That bathroom was shared between the two bedrooms and one
could enter from either side. It occured to Robert that he
might be able to see Elizabeth nude if he could find some
excuse to barge in on her.
His cock began to go hard as he thought about it.

When Elizabeth finished she rejoined him watching TV.
He had changed the channel and she flipped it back to
what she had been watching before.
"You silly cow." "I was watching that."
"Bugger off" said Elizabeth. Boys were so uncivilized.
"Fuck you" he replied. "Stupid bitch."

"What was that!" He jumped as he realized Miss Harris
had entered the room. "Young man, what kind of language
is this?". "Miss, she changed the channel" he said,
knowing he was in real trouble. She cut him off.
"Your language is atrocious." "It is clear you have no
respect for females or this house" "I think a sound
thrashing is in order".
She returned with a cane in hand. Robert's heart began to
beat faster. Elizabeth grinned openly. This was going to
be good. Her aunt was really mad.

Miss Harris addressed him. "I expect proper behavior in
this house and that includes civil language."
"Six strokes of the cane should teach you some manners".
"Remove your shorts and underwear".
Robert knew it was futile to argue and stripped off.
He stood in only a tee shirt, his hands over his privates.
"Remove the tee shirt as well" She snapped. "I think some
time spent bare nude will teach you some humility".
He complied. He now stood completely nude before the two
females. "Hands by your sides, you have nothing to hide"
Miss Harris said. He dropped his hands.
His penis was almost horizontal and his scrotum was
beginning to tighten. This was so embarassing he thought.
Elizabeth can see everything.

The ten year old girl could scarcely contain her glee.
She had hoped to witness another bare bottom caning and
now in addition her aunt had the boy completely naked.
"Elizabeth, place that chair in the centre" her aunt
commanded. "Good, now Robert you will bend over and place
your hands flat on the chair seat" "Spread your legs
apart". "If you move from this position you will receive
additional strokes as well as having your hands strapped".
"Move your legs wider apart".
Elizabeth took in the sight. The boy's bottom was now
spread a little and she could just make out his bum hole.
His balls hung below quite visibly and if she moved
to the side she would have a clear view of his cock.

The doorbell rang and Miss Harris went to answer it.
Elizabeth sat smiling, her eyes on the boy's erect cock.
"That'll teach you to mouth off" she smirked.
"Oh shut up Elizabeth!" replied Robert.
He felt so exposed, his legs spread like this, all his
most private parts on display before this girl who was
younger than him. His penis was fully erect and it
began to throb. He tried to make it go down but it
remained hard.
"Wait till you feel Aunt Lisa's cane." "You won't have
so much to say" gloated Elizabeth.
She wondered if she could get away with giving his cock
a yank. She had never felt a penis and really wanted to
grab hold of Robert. He would certainly complain to her
aunt though and she remembered the time aunt Lisa had
strapped her. She decided against it, instead just
enjoying the view.

Miss Harris entered the room. "Elizabeth, do you remember
Vanessa?". Robert was horrified to see a teenage girl next
to Miss Harris. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene.
Vanessa Lawrence was fourteen and one of Miss Harris's
favorite pupils. She had heard of her teacher's frequent
use of the cane but had never actually witnessed it since
Miss Harris carried out the punishments after school in
private.
Several of her male classmates had reportedly gotten it
on the bare and she sometims wished she could have seem
them receive their just desserts. Some of them were
immature pests and well deserved a hard caning.
"Vanessa, this is Robert who is staying with me for a few
days." Miss Harris gestured to the nude boy bent over the
chair. "Unfortunately his language leaves much to be
desired and I'm forced to punish him for his obscenities".

Vanessa was enthralled. The nude boy was completely
exposed. He had short dark hair and was quite good looking
she thought. She could see his erect penis and his
scrotum. His pale bottom contrasted nicely with his
lightly tanned legs and back. As she sat down she had an
excellent view of his penis. She could see where the
foreskin had retracted and exposed the tip of the glans.
Though he was young, his penis had a good size.
She could not believe her good fortune.
Robert was now in great distress. He could not move out
of position, for fear of additional strokes but there was
now a pretty teenage girl seeing everything he had. He
badly wanted to cover up. His cock felt rock hard and it
throbbed almost painfully.

Miss Harris was surprised to see a drop of liquid fall
from the tip of the young boy's penis. It hung from a thin
thread of clear liquid and then onto his leg as he shifted
slightly. He must be aroused by Vanessa she thought and
smiled. Vanessa was very pretty, blonde with green eyes.
She wore a short skirt and a top that showed the shape of
her still small budding breasts. Robert's attraction to
her was quite understandable.

"Now Robert, we shall begin. Six strokes." She took her
position to the left of the nude boy and drew back the
cane. As she lowered it, her body twisted slightly and
she flicked her wrist. This gave added power to the stroke
and it bit deeply into the fleshy behind. It was
accompanied by a loud 'whup' that rang in their ears.
Vanessa had sat where she had a good view of the boy's
face and of his privates. He gasped as the teacher had
lashed his unprotected buttocks and she noted the grimace
of pain. He seemed to shake his bottom from side to side
as if trying to cool the burning and Vanessa was rewarded
as his cock and balls swung lewdly.

Elizabeth watched the deep red welt develop on the boy's
bare bottom with some satisfaction. The fleshy mounds
shook as they moved from side to side. The jiggling
scrotum, visible between his parted legs was a treat to
watch. Miss Harris lifted the cane again. The second
stroke was aimed just under the first and it too bit
deeply, compressing the boy flesh momentarily as the loud
crack of the impact filled the room. Robert gasped.
"Oww! Oww!" "Miss, its hurting!". Miss Harris smiled.
"Of course it is." He pleaded "Miss can I rub my bum?"
"Please?" She nodded. "Just for a little while".
He got up and gently squeezed his sore buttocks, trying
to ease the smarting pain. He looked behind at it. There
were two raised tramline welts.
Vanessa could now see his erect cock pointing straight
up. The tip was wet and you could see where a little clear
liquid had run down.

Miss Harris tapped the cane against his bottom. "Let
us continue.". He sighed and bent down again. "Spread
your legs further apart" she said.
The cane lashed down for the third time. There was
another loud crack and now a third weal began to form
rapidly on the fleshy cheeks. Robert's eyes began to
water. He bit his lower lip and steadied himself.
Miss Harris rested the cane lower still and then brought
it up above her shoulder. It descended with a loud hiss.
This fourth stroke landed at the fold between
bottom and legs and this elicited a yell from the nude
schoolboy. His hands gripped the edge of the chair seat
tightly though. He knew the consequence of moving without
permission. His bottom was on fire. The lower half of it,
now branded with four dark welts.

Elizabeth smiled. The last one really seemed to hurt.
The lower half of Robert's bare bottom cheeks were now
beginning to swell. The stripes were darkening as the boy
shook his bottom. Vanessa watched the boys face. He was
looking straight at her and his cheeks were wet with
tears.
She noticed that the eleven year old's penis was becoming
a bit flacid. It hung down now and swung from side to side
as he moved. She could no longer see the exposed tip as
the foreskin rode back up, covering it.
Vanessa pressed her legs together. She was getting damp,
the crotch of her panties wet with her arousal. She had no
brothers and this was her first look at a real boy's cock.
Even though he was younger than her, she enjoyed the sight
of his exposed boy flesh. She had come over to borrow a
book from her teacher. She doubted she could read much of
it that night though. Her mind would be replaying the
scene before her as she fingered herself in her bed.

Miss Harris examined the four stripes. The last two
strokes would be placed higher up she decided, noticing
the swollen cheeks. From her position she could see a bit
of the naked boy's penis. She noted he was no longer
erect. The pain must be getting to him she thought.
She tapped the cane against his cheeks and Robert
flinched. She raised the cane and brought it down hard,
it hissed ominously. A very loud crack followed by a sob.
"Miss!" She rested the cane on his lower back. "Almost
done. Just one more." The fifth welt was high up. The
last stroke would be beteen this and the previous set.
Through his tears and sobbing Robert pleaded "Can I
have a rub?" She shook her head. "No, you have just
one more." She put extra force into the last stroke
and as it lashed down, the nude boy's tender cheeks
quivered. He gasped. His bottom shook from side to side
and he attempted to manage the searing pain.

"You may go to your room and think about what you've done"
Miss Harris dismissed him. Robert gathered his clothes
holding them in front of his privates as he exited the
room. She looked at the teenage girl "Now Vanessa, lets
find that book you wanted".
"I hope you didn't find all this too traumatic." "I know
you don't have any brothers". Vanessa shook her head.
Her pretty green eyes seemed to sparkle. "Oh no Miss".
"I know boys can be very naughty." Miss Harris replied
"Yes they are, but a sound hiding works wonders".
Vanessa nodded enthusiastically. All boys need to be
punished bare nude like this she thought to herself.
Elizabeth got up. She felt no sympathy for the boy,
he had cursed her with the 'F' word and deserved his
beating. She had also gotten to see more of nicely rounded
bum and his exposed privates.

In his room, Robert wiped away his tears and stood before
the mirror. He turned sideways and looked at the state of
his swollen bum. It was covered in parallel double welts.
His fingers gently explored each. They were tender to the
touch. He went over to the bed and lay across it on his
front. He thought about the teenage girl Vanessa. She was
so pretty he thought. He felt so ashamed that she had seen
him erect. He had noticed her staring at his genitals and
she had smiled as he received the strokes. He wished Miss
Harris could have punished him in private. It was bad
enough that she herself saw all his most private parts.
The two girls made things far worse. Even his own mother
had not seen his bare willy in a year or two.

Miss Harris called him out for dinner. Vanessa had gone
thankfully. He sat down gingerly. It was really too
painful to sit and he got up at once. He stood at the
table and ate. Elizabeth smirked. "Someone isn't sitting
down in a while." He kept silent, not wanting to
antagonize Miss Harris.
That night, he slept surprisingly sound. He lay on his
stomach of course. He found his pajama bottoms a bit too
rough and lay bare from the waist down.

The next day Miss Harris had some errands to run at some
nearby shops and Elizabeth had to visit a friend.
He convinced Miss Harris that he could be left alone for
a while and he was left to himself. He watched some
television then played absently with a few toys he had
brought with him. His bottom was still very sore.
He decided to remove his shorts. Nobody was around and it
was safe to be bare for a while.

He stood in the bedroom, turning his head to watch the
effects of yesterday's hiding in the mirror. The redness
was gone and the dark tramline welts really showed up
against the otherwise pale white bottom. These marks would
remain for more than a week. He thought it so unfair.
At his schools, girls were not caned. They occasionally
got the strap from the senior mistress but that was given
on the hand, never the bottom. Boys had to endure the
terrible sting of the cane and then walk around with their
bottoms well marked. Sometimes they got it on the
bare and this hurt a lot more. With a female teacher like
Miss Harris, things were even worse. They would certainly
see your private parts during the punishment. He didn't
think it was right that this was so. He resented the fact
that Miss Harris had the authority to leave his bottom
covered in welts that lasted for days.

He then went to the kitchen for a drink of water.
He wandered about the house for a bit. He entered
Elizabeth's room then that of Miss Harris.
It was quite tastefully decorated he thought. He went
into her bathroom, the pleasant smell of fragrant soap
filled his nostrils. He saw a clothes basket in the
corner. One of Miss Harris's stockings lay on top.
He took it up. This was the material that lay next to
her bare skin he thought, imagining her long legs clad
in them. His eleven year old prick began to swell.
He pressed the rolled up stocking to his erect penis,
enjoying the sensation of the material against his
boyhood. He rubbed it against his balls then placed it
over the tip of his swollen cock.

Elizabeth returned early and dropped her bag in the
hallway. As she went to her room she noticed the door
to her aunt's room ajar. She entered quietly and
peered towards the open bathrrom door. Robert stood there
bare from the waist down. She wondered what he was up to.
She was a bright girl and realized that she now had the
opportunity to do what she wanted with this schoolboy.
She recalled that an old camera of her aunt's lay on
a table outside. It was due to be sent for repairs.
She tiptoed outside quickly and returned with the
instrument. She entered the bathroom, noting the
stocking on the boy's erect organ.
"Just what are you doing with my aunt's stocking?"
Robert jumped in surprise. His eyes had been closed
as he rubbed his engorged prick and thought of Miss
Harris's legs.
He was shocked to see Elizabeth there. He did not notice
the camera at first. "Uh, Nothing."
"What do you mean" She demanded. "You were playing with
yourself you disgusting beast."
She looked directly at him. "Wait till my aunt comes home"
"I even have a picture of it". She held the non functional
camera up. The boy would not know this was untrue.

She left her aunt's room and went into her own, locking the
door. Robert stood in the bathroom in horror. She had taken
a picture of him. How would Miss Harris react when she saw
it? She would probably flay him alive. His mother would be
horrified as well. He felt sick. He went back to his room
to get his shorts and underwear. He pulled them on
quickly, grimacing in pain as the waistband rubbed against
his wealed buttocks.

Standing outside Elizabeth's room, he knocked the door.
"Please, Elizabeth let me explain." She opened the door
and he entered. "I..I wasn't really doing anything."
"J..Just having a bit of.." Elizabeth interrupted.
"I know exactly what you were doing" She said smugly.
"And I have the proof for my aunt".
"Elizabeth, please don't tell her" "She kill me" he begged
her "Please..."
She looked at him. "Well it might be possible for me not
to tell her". Robert felt a surge of relief. It felt as if
a great weight had been lifted. "You won't?"
"It depends" she said. "You've been very naughty".
He looked at her quizzingly. What did she mean?
"I could deal with you instead". She smiled.
He was confused. "You, deal with me?"
She nodded "Yes". "If you agree to do exactly what I say
and accept any punishment I might give."
He was shocked. Surely this girl didn't mean to punish
him!. She was a whole year younger than him.
Elizabeth walked over to her bed. "Anyway it is up
to you to decide." "Make up your mind." She sat down
in triumph. She now had him. He had to agree to her terms.

To be continued...