Robert Part 5
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 4...

"Lisa, didn't you have to get your hair done?"
They were interrupted by Patricia Evans, a friend of Miss
Harris and also a teacher at her school. She was exotic,
her father was Welsh and her mother from Jamaica. She had
a lovely light brown complexion, like coffee with milk,
with shoulder length dark hair. She wore a short dress
that showed off her shapely long brown legs and her full
hips and behind. Her large breasts were barely constrained
by the garment.

She and Miss Harris were due to go out later, a "girls
night out" and she had come over early. She would get
ready there. Lisa Harris turned to her friend.
"Yes, I'm going in a little while" She looked at the time.
"It really is getting late" She pointed to the boys with
her cane. "I was about to deal with these naughty boys,
I just caught them outside trying to peep inside"
She bit her lip. She really should be going, she thought
to herself. There was no time to properly discipline the
pair. "Boys, your punishment will have to wait till
tomorrow"

Robert breathed a sigh or relief. He had been afraid this
beautiful stranger would have been a witness to their
caning. Peter was also relieved. He knew Miss Evans from
school. He would have to face her in french class.
Miss Evans looked at the pair. "Peter, I'm surprised at
you. I see you've also involved a little friend in your
escapade"

"Lisa, I can deal with them if you like" she volunteered.
Miss Harris nodded "Thanks, yes that would be most
helpful" She got up. "I proposed twelve strokes each on
the bare" "You know Peter has been dealt with recently"
"I've also had to cane Robert here. He lives next door and
I tutor him on some afternoons" "Both have gotten sixers
before and this needs to be something they remember for a
long time."

Miss Evans looked at the boys. "I sometimes give a few
strokes on the hands as well". She gestured at the long
bent rattan cane. "Do you have a shorter one here,
suitable for the palms?" Miss Harris smiled. "Yes, I do"
She returned with a thinner instrument, about two feet
long. "I had better be going"

As the door closed, Miss Evans sat down. Robert sat there
unhappily. Her brown thighs and ample cleavage were quite
disconcerting. This beautiful woman who he met just
moments before was going to punish him. On the bare!
Peter was resigned to his fate. He had so far avoided
a punishment from Miss Evans. She had slippered a few
boys in his class and was rumored to cane her fifth
formers quite severely. She and Miss Harris were the most
attractive teachers on staff and they seemed to share
an eagerness to use the cane.

She addressed them. "So you two are peeping toms"
"You enjoy watching unclothed females?" The boys
shook their heads in unison "No, Miss"
"Don't lie to me" she said. "It will only make
your punishment worse". "Didn't you hope to see
Miss Harris naked?" Peter nodded first. Robert
glanced at him and a "Yes, Miss" followed.

"Stand up" she said. "Remove your pants and underwear"
"Tee shirts as well". The boys began to unhappily comply.
Robert stammered. "M..Miss, can't we keep our jockeys on?"
"They're quite thin really". She shook her head. "No, you
may not". He eased down his underwear, one hand trying to
shield his boyhood. He felt embarassed being totally naked
before this grown woman. She was unrelated to him, a total
stranger actually and now she would see his exposed willy
and nuts.
"Both of you, hands on your head" "Stand up straight" she
ordered. Robert felt his penis begin to grow under the
gaze of this brown skinned beauty. Peter too was getting
hard, standing bare nude before his pretty teacher.

Miss Evans was a disciplinarian. She was a firm believer
in regular application of the slipper and cane to the
bottoms of miscreants. Her Jamaican mother had whipped her
with a long switch whenever she strayed and now, as an
adult, was appreciative of the parental correction.
She felt that many children would benefit from the type
of strict upbringing she had.

She looked over the unhappy pair of boys. Both had rapidly
hardening cocks. She noticed the younger of the two,
eleven year old Robert, had a surprisingly long penis. His
scrotum was smooth and hairless. Peter, whom she taught,
had a shorter penis. He was circumcised, unlike his
friend, and had just a couple of hairs above his
developing prick. Apart from this, the twelve year old
was as smooth and hairless as his companion.

She took the cane and lightly tapped each boy on his
exposed penis. "Here is the evidence of your intentions".
"You boys need to develop self control". She moved the tip
of the cane a few inches from Robert's scrotal sac and
flicked it against the tightened skin, hitting the boy's
testicles lightly. She did the same with Peter.
Peter rose on tip toe. His hands grasped his balls.
The light whack had been painful. "Hands back on your
head" she said.

The cocks of both boys were now wet at the tip. Robert's
foreskin had retracted, exposing the glans. Peter's
circumcised penis stood erect, the reddened head gleaming,
a copious amount of liquid gathering at the tip.
She had often seen her three brothers being disciplined
and thought nothing of such a display of exposed genitals.
She thought it quite normal that a female would see a
boy's privates when faced with the task of punishing him.
It was not an invasion of a boy's privacy to be exposed
like this. It was simply to be expected, part of growing
up as a boy.

Miss Evans rose, flexing the cane in her hands.
She pointed at Robert. "I think you will be first young
man". She bent the supple rattan. "For a serious offence
I normally administer some strokes to the palms as well"
"I think two each should suffice". "Hands out" she said.
Robert stuck out both hands unhappily. Miss Evans laid the
cane at the junction of palm and fingers. It rose sharply
and descended with a crack. A red stripe decorated the
boy's palm. She followed this with another to the
fingertips. Robert blew on his stinging hand, trying to
ease the pain. She repeated the procedure on the other
hand, marking it with two stripes in the same way.
The boy clasped his hands under his armpits, trying to
soothe them.

Peter was next. The blond boy's palm marked easily
and an ugly red welt rose after the first stroke. The
second caused a deep red stripe at the fingertips.
The other hand was soon marked in the same fashion.
Both youngsters stood there, cocks sticking out
almost horizonatally, arms folded across their chests
as stinging hands found cool armpits.
"This will teach you to disrespect females" she said.
"Naughty boys like you need to get their bare bottoms
flogged"

She picked up the longer crook handled cane. It was
thicker but very supple and more than a foot longer.
She tapped it against her leg, feeling the sting of the
rattan on her cafe au lait skin.
She pointed to a low center table. It was sturdy and
only knee high. A boy kneeling on it would present his
bottom in an ideal position to receive the cane.
"Kneel on this table Robert". He complied. "Now bend
over" she ordered. "Grasp the end with your hands"
"Now, spread your knees apart". She tapped his inner
thighs with the cane. "Wider" "Raise your bottom a bit"

In this position the boy could not easily clench his
bottom cheeks and could feel the full force of the cane.
The spread cheeks exposed the puckered pink bum hole.
His penis and testicles hung between the open thighs.
She noted the fading marks on the boy's nude buttocks.
He had been punished recently. She glanced to Peter, the
sides of his bottom cheeks visible. He too had similar
marks. "Turn around Peter". She looked at the marks left
by the looped electrical cord on both boys.
She however made no comment, assuming one of their mothers
had inflicted the lashes.

Apart from the marks, Robert's bottom was otherwise pale,
contrasting with tanned legs and bare back.
She rested the cane on his bum. "I expect you to count
each stroke and thank me for each one". "This is being
done for your own good". The handsome dark haired boy
looked beween his spread legs. "Yes Miss".
He hated this position. It was so exposed. His bum crack
was opened and his arsehole visible. He could see that his
most private parts were on display. They hung lewdly
for all to see. He wished his cock were not so hard. It
was humiliating being in this state before this woman, her
flawless brown skin and long legs so attractive. When she
had caned Peter, Robert had seen the way that her full
breasts shook when she lashed down. It had aroused him
despite the pain in his hands.

The eleven year old rested his weight on his arms, elbows
on the table. Miss Evans raised the cane high and brought
it down hard. She turned her body slightly, her wrist
giving an added impetus to the stroke. The crack filled
the room and the boy grimaced in pain. "One, thank you
Miss". A deep purple weal rose up immediately. Another
stroke followed "Two, thank you Miss". As the third stroke
made its impact the boy gasped. It was a few seconds
before he could say "Three, thank you Miss". The three
stripes seared his young bottom. Miss Evans stood on the
opposite side now. This ensured that the strokes would be
given evenly on both cheeks. The cane made a loud 'whoosh'
as it descended again then a 'whup' as it impacted the
nude bottom cheeks. This struck low on the bottom and the
boy swung his arse from side to side trying to contain the
pain. He finally managed a "Four, thank you Miss". The
cane hissed as it descended again. Another loud 'whup'
as the fifth welt rose. "Oww! F..Five thank you Miss"
The sixth stroke cracked against the back of his thighs
just under his bottom. He squealed in pain, rising up
to place his hands on the smarting line. Tears ran openly
down his cheeks. Miss Evans waited. "Six thank you Miss"
he said, looking at her pleadingly. "Miss, it really
hurts!" "I can't take another six!"

She took up position directly behind him. "Please get back
into position" "Do you want additional strokes?".
As he bent, she lashed down again. This stroke now fell
along one bottom cheek. He rose again, his hands feeling
the vertical welt that crossed the others" He watched her
through tear filled eyes. "Please Miss".
She tapped his thighs with the cane. "Don't make me have
to give you more". He bent over again, sobbing.
"Have you lost count" she enquired. "Well?"
Betwen his sobs there was a "Seven, Thank you Miss".
She felt no pity as she whipped his behind.
A sound caning was necessary when boys misbehaved
and these two had done so outrageously.

Peter had watched the scene in silence. He had seen
his teacher's firm shapely buttocks jiggle as she whipped
his friend's nude posterior. It was actually quite
arousing at first. He rapidly became more anxious though
as the punishment continued. His turn was next.

There was another 'whoosh' then the 'whup' of impact.
Another purple weal appeared, producing a hatched pattern
on the boy's bottom cheek. The naked eleven year old
wailed "Eight, thank you Miss". The cane lashed down,
striking the inner slope of the cheek, almost in the cleft
between. "Oww! Oww!" cried Robert, biting his lip.
The pain coursed though his unprotected nude buttocks.
The table was wet with his tears.

Miss Evans also noticed wetness where droplets of pre-cum
had fallen from the boy's cock. Robert's penis now hung
limp, the foreskin rising back up covering the tip. His
balls hung low, well defined in the scrotal sac.
She observed his bare genitals for a moment. Her gaze
then moved to his puckered bum hole. The pink orifice
closed and opened as he rocked forwards and back in pain.

"N..Nine thank you Miss". She raised the cane above her
shoulders. The swish causing distress in the youngster.
As the next stroke landed on the other bottom cheek, he
held his breath, eyes closed as the searing pain cut
through his sore behind. More than fifteen seconds passed.
She could hear his deep breathing. Finally there was the
"Ten thank you Miss". She now aimed for his bum crack.
The cane lashed into it, a loud 'whup' filling the room.
The boy rose, hands trying to squeeze his bum cheeks
together.

"Bend over" she said crossly. "You have one more stroke
to receive" She decided against an additional stroke for
moving. The boy's bare cheeks were now swollen and badly
marked with the red and purple weals. "What number?" she
demanded. "Eleven Miss, thank you Miss" he replied.
He bent for the final stroke.
He heard the hiss as the cane descended and held his
breath. It fell midway along the other cheek. The pain was
so great he thought his skin must have been broken. He
sobbed as his rump burned with the cane weals.

Miss Evans watched as the nude schoolboy sobbed. His long
cock and balls jingling lewdly. Even in its flacid state
it was attractive to observe. She placed her hand on his
sore bottom cheeks, her fingers tracing some of the welts.
"What number was that?" Her hand reached lower, between
his legs. She briefly held his balls, feeling the weight.
Her fingers lightly gripped the young penis, it felt like
a long thick, warm, worm.

"T..Twelve Miss. Thank you Miss" She smacked his bottom
roughly. "Get up and stand over there" "Hands on your
head". "Peter, you're next". The boys exchanged places.
Robert stood crying. His swollen wealed bottom stinging
horridly. He barely noticed the punishment of his friend,
the cracks of the cane, yelps of pain and the count
"...Thank you Miss" merging with his own sobbing.

The two punished schoolboys now stood there. Their
formerly pale white buttocks now atrociously marked
with livid raised weals. After a while she ordered them
to dress and sent them on their way.
Next door, they stood bare from the waist down looking
in the mirror. The areas where the welts crossed were
black and blue. the hatched weals throbbed painfully.
They wondered how long these welts would last.

In fact, it was two weeks before the marks faded.
Each day Robert would check the mirror, rueing his hatched
behind. When he replayed the punishment in his head,
the image of the beautiful Miss Evans caused his willy
to become hard. As he ran his hands over the welts, he
would think of her long bronze legs, her large breasts.

Just when the marks disappeared he received four strokes
from Miss Harris for poor work. His bum was now marked
again and these lasted for almost a week.
Then his grandfather fell ill again and his mother had
to help his grandmother for a few days. The last time
this had happened he had stayed with Miss Harris. He
dreaded this now because she was strict and Elizabeth
might be around. He hoped his mother would make other
arrangements.

Mary Peterson walked over to Lisa Harris's house for
their regular late afternoon tea. Lisa was sorry to hear
that Major Peterson had suffered a relapse. Mrs. Peterson
asked her about Robert. "I can keep him" Miss Harris said.
"You know I'm glad to help out" "I'm going to the shore
though and planned to carry two of my pupils. I would be
happy to carry Robert as well" Miss Peterson agreed.
There were many historical sites to visit and it would do
her son good to see the area.

Saturday morning Robert found himself in Miss Harris's car
with two of her students in the back seat. They were both
thirteen. One, Anabelle, had long blonde hair, slender
tanned limbs and was very pretty. The other, Nikki, was
a brunette with a page style haircut. She had an ivory
white complexion and was also quite attractive.

It was a three hour drive and it was uneventful. Miss
Harris pointed out various landmarks on the way.
They finally reached the cottage. It belonged to a member
of her family who lived overseas. There were only two
bedrooms; Miss Harris took one, the girls the other and
Robert got the couch outside in the living area.
It was very comfortable, though of course not private.

Miss Harris looked at the girls. "The beach is only a few
minutes walk" "How about you change into your swimsuits?"
The trio went into their rooms to change. Robert had not
packed any swimming trunks and waited on the couch.

Miss Harris emerged. She wore a blue one piece suit. It
accentuated her pert breasts and showed off her long legs.
It was low at the back exposing an expanse of smooth skin.
The attractive blonde teacher noticed Robert had not
changed. For his part he was looking at her lovely body.
"Robert, why didn't you change?" she inquired.
"Miss I forgot to pack any trunks" "I'll just use these
regular shorts instead" he replied.

The two girls came outside. Anabelle wore a red bikini
suit, a wrap around her waist. Nikki wore a similar
suit, this one in black. Miss Harris shook her head.
"You can't swim in those shorts. That material is too
thick. When it gets wet, it will be much too heavy and
cumbersome".

She smiled. "No problem though, you can swim in the buff"
Robert was aghast. "Miss?" The two teenage girls grinned.
"Hurry up" Miss Harris said. Robert shook his head.
"Miss I can't go outside naked!" She watched the boy, his
eyes wide. "Don't be silly boy" "Lots of children walk
around here nude. It is the seaside" "Besides the
particular bay we are going to is quite deserted. We will
be lucky to see anyone around" "Nobody will see you"

He looked at the two girls. "What about them?"
She raised one eyebrow. "Anabelle and Nikki?
"What's the problem?" "They've seen little boys before"
Robert looked at her pleadingly. "But Miss, I'll be bare"
Miss Harris tousled the dark hair of the eleven year old.
"When you wear swim trunks, are you not mostly bare?"
She asked patiently. "The parts that are covered up are
the same parts exposed when you get the cane"
"Suppose you had to be punished" she asked.
"Would not the girls see everything covered up by your
shorts?" "What is the difference if you are completely
uncovered?"

Robert just stood there. Miss Harris grew impatient.
"I brought along a cane just in case it was needed"
"I will punish you if you continue being so obstinate"
"This behavior is just silly" "You would think you
had never been naked before" Robert knew he had to comply.
She would certainly flog him severely if he defied her.
This was just awful. He had to go outside completely
naked! All the people they met would see him bare!
He took off his shirt then eased his shorts and underwear
down and stepped out of them. He stood there completely
nude, his hands covering his bare willy and nuts.

The two girls were quite amused at his predicament.
He was quite a handsome boy and looked even better
in the nude they thought. They admired his pale white
bum, the bottom cheeks so firm and round. Four faint
stripes decorated the boy's rump.
They left the house, Robert still trying to cover his
front. Miss Harris smacked him on the behind. "Don't
be silly. You can't walk around holding your privates"
He reluctantly dropped his hands to his side.
The girls now had an unimpeded view of his young cock
and balls. His long willy was erect. He was acutely aware
of how his genitals swung as he walked.

They soon reached the beach. The girls laid out some
towels and they all sat there. He lay on his front,
shielding his boyhood from their gaze. They could still
admire his firm buttocks though.
The teenage girls began to rub sunscreen on their exposed
limbs. Miss Harris also applied the lotion.
"Miss" Anabelle began. "What about Robert?"
Miss Harris took the bottle and turned to the boy.
"Come here please" "We can't have you sunburnt"
Robert reluctantly stood by her side as she covered his
back and chest with the lotion then his arms.
She poured out some more from the bottle and rubbed his
legs. She turned him in various directions
as she applied the lotion, holding onto his young cock as
she began to rub the sunscreen onto his pale bum.

The girls giggled. She smiled at them. "Boys come with
their own little handle for turning them about" "Very
convenient" She finished by applying the lotion to his
smooth scrotum, rolling the testicles in her fingers.
Robert stood there staring straight ahead, embarrassed,
his face turning red.

Nikki looked at the boy's nude bottom. She could see the
faded marks left by the cane. "Miss, has he gotten the
stick?" Miss Harris nodded. "Yes, last week I had to cane
him for careless work" Nikki stared at the faded stripes.
She counted four marks. She wished she could have seen
them being administered.

Miss Harris looked at Robert's posterior. Her hand gripped
the bottom flesh as she continued to address the two
girls. "Boys aren't harmed being striped like this"
"They need consistent very firm discipline to keep them in
line" Anabelle contemplated the scene. "The cane must
really hurt though, to leave marks like that?"
Miss Harris smiled grimly. "Yes it does." "But boys
require such painful discipline. They're not like girls"
"And marks do fade" "There is no lasting damage"

Nikki gestured towards the boy's bum. "Miss, were those
on the bare?" "Yes" replied Miss Harris. "I tend to
administer strokes on the bare bottom" "It hurts more and
there is the additional embarassment of baring their
bottom" "Robert here has gotten the cane on quite a few
occasions now"

As Robert sat down Anabelle noticed his erect prick and
tight scrotum, all smooth and hairless.
Miss Harris's ministrations with the lotion before the
teenaged audience had caused him to become quite hard.
He tried not to notice the bare girl limbs all around him,
their swelling breasts encased in thin fabric, their wide
hips and full behinds.
"Miss his thing is sticking out" she pointed.
"Boys often go hard like that" Miss Harris explained.
"Once he gets accustomed to being nude around you it
will go down".

To be continued...