Robert Part 4
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 3...

Robert had a lesson with Miss Harris two days later and
went over to her school. As he entered her room he saw
a boy there. He sat next to him. "Hi, I'm Robert"
"Do you have lessons with Miss Harris too?"
The blonde haired boy shook his head. "I'm here to get the
stick." "My teacher sent me to her" He smiled ruefully.
"I'm to get three strokes." "Caught throwing paper"
The boys name was Peter and he was twelve. As Robert
opened his bag, Peter spied some comics there. "Do you
collect these as well?" "I've got almost the entire
series." Robert was pleased to meet a fellow comic fan.
They talked for a while as they waited for Miss Harris.
It turned out that Peter lived quite near to Robert and
he invited him over after school to see his collection.

Miss Harris came in. "Ah, I see young Robinson is
here." She went over to the cupboard and retrieved her
cane. "Come over here, Peter" She said as she tapped a
short stool with the cane. "You know the procedure."
The boy stood before the stool and lowered his trousers
and underpants. He bent over and gripped the seat.
Miss Harris tapped the cane against the pale white skin
of his bottom cheeks and flicked it back and down again
hard. There was a sharp crack and a loud "Ow!" from the
bent over schoolboy.

Robert watched the scene unfold. His cock stirred as
he watched the first welt appear on the boy's pale bum.
He felt an urge to pee and pressed down briefly with his
hand. His mouth was dry. He liked this boy but found that
witnessing his punishment was strangely exciting.
Miss Harris lashed the boy's bare posterior a second time.
Another loud "Ow!" escaped Peter's lips. She waited while
the second welt formed, just under the first.

She lined up for the the third stroke, tapping the cane
against the boy's bottom cheeks. The cane rose then
descended swiftly, making a loud crack. "Ow!" cried
the boy. There were now three angry red weals marking
the boy's bottom. Miss Harris returned the cane to its
place. "Peter, this is the second time you've been sent
to me" "If I see you here again you'll get six of the
best" She dismissed him "You can go now."
He got up and pulled up his trousers saying "Thank you
Miss" before exiting the room with a glance towards
Robert.

An hour later, Robert left Miss Harris's school and walked
home. He found Peter's house easily and rang the doorbell.
Peter answered, still in his school uniform. "Hi"
he said. "Come upstairs." Ths house was quiet because
his parents were out. The two boys went upstairs to his
room.

He had quite a collection of comic books and they spent
some time going through the various issues. Peter got up
to show Robert another book and winced as he rose. His
hands rubbed his bottom though his grey short trousers.
"My bum is still sore" he explained. Robert nodded.
"I've gotten the cane from Miss Harris as well"
"I know how much it hurts."

Peter grimaced. "Last time I had marks on my bum for
two weeks." Robert looked at him. "I've got the
marks from a few days ago and my bottom is still a little
sore." Peter walked over to his dresser and picked up
a little tube of cream. "I use this on the welts".
He nochantly lowered his trousers and underpants and
rubbed a dollop of cream into the three dark red weals.
As he turned to see better in the mirror, Robert had
a good view of his new friend's young cock.
It was a little smaller than his own and there were
just one or two hairs above it. His balls hung low, the
scrotum creased. He was circumcised. He seemed
quite at ease baring himself like this.

Peter proferred the tube of cream. "Do you want to try
some?" Robert shook his head. "No, my marks are already
healing". Peter held it out. "It will ease the soreness".
Robert got up. He too lowered his school trousers.
He pulled his underwear down at the back, baring
most of his buttocks but keeping his cock covered. He took
the tube and rubbed some cream into the darkened lines
that ran across his otherwise pale bottom. Some of the
tramlines were not parallel; they instead ran diagonally.
These had been administered by the fourteen year old girl,
Vanessa, one of Miss Harris's favorite pupils.
She was not as accomplished as Miss Harris with the cane.
"Wow!" Peter exclaimed. "You've got a lot of marks".
Robert nodded. "Nine in all." He did not mention
Vanessa. He looked at his watch. It was nearly time to go.
He said goodbye to Peter and walked home.

It would be three days before he returned to Peter's house.
This was right after school had ended for the day and they
had quite a bit of time to themselves.
He brought over part of his comic collection so they could
trade.
He followed Peter upstairs. As he sat on the floor, he saw
Peter walk towards the dresser. He turned to him. "I've
got to put on some cream" "I just got six strokes from Miss
Harris" The schoolboy kicked off his shoes and removed his
trousers and underwear, placing them on the bed. He stood
before the mirror, pulling up his school shirt to look at
the parallel welts. They were still fresh and looked like
scorchers Robert thought. He looked on in sympathy.
Peter gingerly rubbed the cream into each angry welt.
Robert looked at his friend's penis, it stuck out
horizontally and lewdly swung as he rubbed his tender
bottom cheeks.

"I think the worst part of a caning from Miss Harris is
her seeing your bare cock" said Robert. His friend nodded
in agreement. "The first time I got the stick, I was so
embarassed" Robert continued. "Its only because we're
boys" "Girls don't get the cane and they don't have to
bare their bottom either" "Don't you find it unfair that
teachers can leave your bottom covered in these awful
stripes while girls only get the strap on their hands?"
Peter nodded. "At least they get it on their bums at home"
"My mum uses the hairbrush on my sister's bum, mine too
actually" Robert snorted "A hairbrush!" "That little thing
can't do anything." Peter looked at his friend. "You would
be surprised" "You wouldn't find thirty with the
hairbrush easy at all". Robert was dismissive "That's
nothing" Peter smiled. "Would you like to make a bet?"
"How about your choice of any comic from my collection if
you can take thirty without a sound?" "I get one of yours
if you lose". Robert thought about it for a moment.
"You're on".

Peter went to get his mother's hairbrush, still bare from
the waist down. He returned, sitting on the edge of his
bed. "I'll give it like my mum" "You need to take those
off". Robert kicked off his own shoes and removed his
trousers and underwear, placing them on the bed next to
those of his friend. "You need to lay across my lap" said
Peter. Robert stretched acoss his friends thighs,
his head and shoulders leaning downwards. His long willy
and nuts now rested on his friend's bare inner thighs.
He found the sensation a bit troubling. It seemed so
naughty. He wondered if he should be doing this
and if his friend felt the same.
Peter raised the wooden hairbrush high above his
friends pale white bottom and brought it down with
a dull 'whack' on one bottom cheek. He raised it again
and this time struck the other cheek.
He continued slowly and methodically, striking the
same areas on both cheeks, watching as the pale white skin
turned bright red then darkened under the onslaught.

Robert was surprised how much this was hurting. The
pain slowly built up. He began to squirm a bit. Peter
placed his hand on his friend's lower back just as his
mother did when she punished him. He continued to strike
each bum cheek alternately, now hitting the area of the
buttocks right above where the legs began. This was quite
sensitive he knew from experience. Miss Harris always gave
at least two strokes there. Robert's bottom was now on
fire. His cheeks were sore and the brush continued to
fall, bruising it more. After one particularly hard smack
he grabbed the tender area with his hand.
Peter smiled "Give up?" Robert bit his lip. "No"
Peter continued. Robert now squirmed as each brush stroke
landed. Peter held onto his side to prevent him falling
off. Robert's squirming now caused his body to move higher
up his friend's bare thighs. He felt his penis actually
rubbing against that of his friend. Finally it was over.
He had not cried out but his eyes were watery and his
bottom was terribly sore.
He got up to examine it. The bruised areas were black and
blue. "You bugger" he said to Peter. "That really hurt"
Peter smiled "But you won anyway". "I didn't think you
could hold out without making a noise".

Peter got out the cream and both boys stood side by side
before the mirror looking at their bruised bare bottoms.
Robert looked down at his penis. It was erect. So was that
of his friend. Peter's eyes fell on both organs as well.
Both boys stood there silently, neither making an attempt
to move away. Peter looked at his eleven year old friend.
"Do you ever play with yours?" "It really feels good you
know." Robert shyly nodded. "Sometimes"
Peter hesitated. He wondered if he should ask this.
He decided to get it over with. He asked "Would you mind
if I had a feel?" Robert looked at him in surprise.
Peter explained. "I'm circumcised"  "I've always been a
bit curious about the extra skin some of you fellows
have".

Robert was a bit unsure about all this.
Then he thought, that girl Elizabeth had played with his
willy and even placed those horrid clips on it. He had no
choice in that. So what if his friend had a little
feel. At least he had a willy as well. What could it hurt?
"Ok" said Robert. "But I want to check out yours as well"
That would even things out he thought. Fair was fair.
Peter sat on the bed and Robert stood before him, his
erect boyhood pointing straight up. Peter took hold of
his friend's penis, his fingers gently pulling the
foreskin back and forth. The tip was wet and the clear
pre-cum covered his finger and thumb. He continued,
fascinated to be playing with a cock other than his own.

He had secretly enjoyed giving the hairbrush to his
friend. When he was alone he sometimes whacked his own
behind. He often masturbated with the fantasy that Miss
Harris had slippering his bottom. When he was first
sent to her he had been quite aroused. That didn't
last long though. Still, he later watched the marks
on his bottom in the mirror and played with himself.

Now he was enjoying the feel of his friend's soft
foreskin. His other hand played with Robert's ball sack.
He cupped the balls in one hand feeling their weight.
Robert's eyes were shut, his hips swayed back and forth
as his friend played with his cock. His breathing became
deeper as he came close to the end. He climaxed, cumming
over his friends fingers.
Peter looked at the clear ejaculate on his fingers. He
wiped his hands on the sheet next to where he sat.
Robert said "Now I get to do it". He exchanged places
with Peter. Robert explored the circumcised prick. He
ran his fingers along the base of the head where the
foreskin should normally be attached.
His rubbed his own penis, getting some of the liquid
onto his fingers. He then began to stroke the
twelve year old's cock while playing with his scrotum.
He felt the pulsation in his friend's cock as he climaxed.
White liquid spurted over his hands. His cum was still clear
and he marvelled at his friend's thicker white ejaculate.
Peter looked down at him. "That was good" "It sure is
different having someone else do it"

They both pulled back on their pants and resumed comparing
their comics. They heard some noise downstairs. Peter
said "My mum is home". The boys went downstairs and Peter
introduced Robert. Mrs. Robinson was plump and matronly
and Robert immediately felt comfortable around her.
She asked if he was hungry and made a sandwich for him.
It was getting late and Robert said goodbye and walked home.
In his room he stripped off his clothes, intending to
bathe. He looked at his bum in the mirror. The black and
blue bruises remained. The area was still sore to the
touch. He picked up Peter's prized first issue, his reward
for the bet. He wondered if the sore bottom was worth it.
He thought about what they had done. It had actually been
nice having Peter's hands rubbing his willy.
He thought about Elizabeth. He would not mind her rubbing
it if she wasn't so bossy and inventive of ways to inflict
pain on his willy and nuts. It would be nice to rub
between her legs he thought.

The next Saturday he was alone at home when the doorbell
rang. It was Elizabeth. She smiled. "Ready for the next
installment?" "I understand your mum is out"
"Let's go to your room" she said.
He knew he had no choice. She had that terrible picture
of him. He led the ten year old to his room.
"Strip" she ordered. He peeled off his clothes and stood
bare nude before her. She noted that his cock was limp.
She had brought the plastic hair clips. She took a large
one and clipped it onto his penis, the tiny teeth gripping
his foreskin. "Ouch" he exclaimed, She placed the others
on his scrotum. "Now kneel down in front of me".
The irritation of the clips caused his cock to grow in
size. It stuck out, pointing slightly downwards.

She had taken off her shoes and now ran her big toe
along the shaft of his penis. She then ticked his scrotum
with it. She now placed her bare feet on either side of
his cock and gripped it with her soles.
Ths caused his cock to become fully erect, it expanded
against the clip, increasing the pain. Despite this, her
bare soles and toes rubbing his boyhood aroused him.
She spied an electrical extension cord. She unplugged
it and doubled it up, wrapping one end around her hand.
"Stand up and bend over the bed" "Hands on the bed".
She stood behind him with the cord. His rounded pale
buttock cheeks bore the faint marks of a previous beating.
She lashed his bottom cruelly with the cord. He winced in
pain as the cord impacted against his bottom skin.

The bright red welt from the doubled up cord now decorated
his bare bottom. It stung and the ache in his penis and
scrotum from the clips continued.
Elizabeth gave him five more lashes. For each one she
raised the cord high in the air and brought it down on his
unprotected bum. His bottom cheeks were now criscrossed
with the livid weals. The awful stinging was made worse
by the pain of the clips in front.

She made him kneel down in front of her for almost ten
minutes. She then finally removed the clips, giving him
relief from the painful bite of the fine teeth.
As he stood in front of her she flicked his penis with
her finger. "Ouch" he exclaimed "That hurts"
She began to lightly flick his scrotum, making his balls
swing. The dull pain in his testicles made him bend over.
She walked over to his desk and desposited the clips
there. "You should put these away until the next time"
"I have to go now but we'll do this again"

She went home, thinking of her good fortune in having
a good looking eleven year old boy like Robert at her
disposal. Her discovery of his masturbating into her
aunt's stockings left him at her mercy. He still thought
she had taken a picture of him, not knowing the camera
was actually broken.

That afternoon Robert heard the doorbell ring.
He suddenly remembered that his friend Peter was
to come over to play.
They went up to his room and played with his Matchbox
cars. Peter had brought one of his own, a little yellow
bulldozer. Robert admired it "Nice". Peter handed it to
him "It's yours if you want"

A while later they had moved on to a board game.
Peter looked at his friend. "How about if I wank you off
like last time?" "Please?" Robert thought about it.
It had been nice last time. He got up and peeled
off his clothes. He stood there buck naked in front
of his twelve year old friend.

Peter gasped. "What are those?" pointing to his bum.
Robert had forgotten about the weals. He wondered if
he should tell the truth. It was too complicated to find
an excuse and he confided in his friend about Elizabeth
and her blackmailing ways.

"Can I see the hair clips?" asked Peter. Robert walked
over to his desk and took them out from a drawer.
Peter placed one on his finger marvelling at the
inventiveness of the preteen girl.
To be expected, he thought, she was after all related
to Miss Harris.
He wondered what the clip would feel like on his cock.
"Is it very painful" he asked. Robert nodded. "The longer
it stays on the worse it gets" His friend seemed quite
taken with the plastic clip. He ran his fingers along
the tiny teeth.
"You sure are curious" Robert said. "Want to feel it
yourself?" Peter nodded enthusiatically. He quickly
took off all his clothes.

The two naked schoolboys stood in the middle of the room.
Robert went over to the bed and sat down. Peter stood at
his side. Robert reached out for the boy's prick. The
first clip bit into the head, the teeth painfully making
their impressions on the sensitive underside of Peter's
young penis.
Robert pulled the skin of the boy's scotal sac and placed
the other smaller clips there. He looked at the boy's pale
bum, thinking that it would look better if it matched his
own, now that his friend had the clips on.
He picked up the extension cord and wrapped it around his
hand, leaving about a two foot loop hanging free.
"I got six with this" he said.
Peter bent over the bed, supporting his weight with his
arms. Robert raised the cord over his shoulders and
lowered it swiftly onto the other boy's bottom.
He struck again, aiming for the left cheek. The loop
left its fiery red marks on Peter's nude cheeks.
He quickly administered the next four lashes, leaving
no area of the naked boy's bum untouched.

Peter stood up and looked in the mirror. He gingerly
removed the clips from his cock and nut sack.
Both boys were now erect. They stood comparing
marks. Robert sat back on the bed. Peter knelt before
him and took hold of the eleven year old boy's penis.
Robert was surprised when Peter bent and took his cock
into his mouth. The warm wetness of his friend's mouth
was quite stimulating. He could feel the boy's tongue
on the underside of his cock. Peter moved his head
up and down, as he sucked on the other schoolboy's prick.
Robert climaxed quickly, ejaculating quite a bit of clear
fluid.

They traded places. The tip of Peter's penis was covered
with the slippery wetness and Robert tasted the slightly
salty fluid as he took the young boy's member into his
mouth. His tongue pressed against the cock and Peter
rocked back and forth. "I'm cumming" he said. Robert
lifted his head and saw a spurt of white semen erupt
from his friend. Some of it splattered on his chest
and stomach.

The boys got up and dressed. Peter rubbed his bottom.
"That cord sure stings." He looked out of the window
into the yard below. "Hey, didn't you say Miss Harris
lived next door?" Robert nodded. "Yes" "I see her all
the time in her shorts" He knew Peter also found Miss
Harris attractive. "Do you think I could see anything
today?" Peter asked. Robert shrugged his shoulders.
"Go outside and see"
Peter and Robert went over into Miss Harris's yard.
Peter spied an open window and peered though. "Do you
see anything?" Robert whispered. Peter shook his head.
Both boys peered into the room. Nobody was around.

"Just what are you boys doing!"
The boys turned around in surprise at Miss Harris's
voice behind them. Peter could now see her attractive
legs under her quite short skirt but that was not on
his mind now. He knew they were in trouble.
"Robert and Peter, a pair of peeping toms" "I am very
disappointed in you both" she said crossly.
They looked at each other. "Come inside" she said.

Both boys followed her inside, their stomachs churning.
She pointed to a couch and told them to sit down.
She sat facing them, her legs crossed mid thigh.
"Now what were you boys doing?" she asked.
Robert stammered "N..N..Nothing Miss".
She looked at them. "Were you hoping to see me undressed?"
The boys shook their heads. "Oh no Miss".
"I don't believe you" she said. "I know what tricks you
naughty boys get up to" "Every year we catch boys at
school trying to see into the girl's toilet.

She continued "I know how to cure such prurient interests
though" She got up and returned with a long cane.
This one was longer than the ones she used previously
and had a crooked end. Very traditional she thought.
She sat down again resting the end on her bare leg.
She absently tapped it against her ankle.
"What punishment do you boys think is appropriate?"
Peter swallowed. "The cane Miss?"
"I meant how many strokes" she said. "Of course you're
getting the cane"
Robert volunteered "Six Miss?"
She shook her head. "What you were doing is very serious"
"The police arrest people for that" "Six strokes would be
too lenient"
Peter looked at the tip of the cane as she moved it
against her bare calf. "Eight then Miss"
She smiled. "I think twelve of the very best is needed
here" "We can't have you breaking the law"
She flexed the cane ominously. "It will be on your
bare bottoms of course" "Both of you have already
felt that I know"

To be continued...