Robert Part 9
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 8...

They went to her bedroom. She and Jenny sat on the bed.
The two boys stood in the middle of the room.
"Now" Elizabeth said "Let's have the both of you naked"
The boys slowly stripped, self consciously covering their
fronts. "Hands on your head" ordered Elizabeth.

Jenny stared wide eyed at the the two naked schoolboys.
She had never before seen older boys nude and was thrilled
at the sight. "Turn around slowly so we can get a good
look at you" demanded Elizabeth. The two girls' eyes
feasted on the boys' pale round bums and rapidly hardening
cocks.

Elizabeth pointed to Robert. "Come stand in front of
Jenny" He complied, deeply embarrassed to be so exposed
in front of this girl he didn't know. "Jenny, give his
cock a feel"

Jenny reached out and held the boy's penis. She gripped
the warm thickening member in her hand, marveling at its
size. Her other hand tugged gently at his balls. She
looked across at Elizabeth and smiled.

Elizabeth now had Peter stand before her. She held the
circumcised cock in her hand, her fingers running along
base of the head, where the foreskin had been removed.
The contrast in appearance with Robert's uncircumcised
penis intrigued her. She noted it was a bit smaller than
Robert's. The twelve year old had a couple of pubic hairs
also while Robert's groin was hairless.

Peter stood there, his penis throbbing almost painfully
as he felt the girl's hands on his cock.
Elizabeth now got up. "Time to punish you for your
naughtiness" She looked across at Jenny. "Aunt Lisa has a
nice long cane" "Want to try it out on them?"
Jenny nodded enthusiatically. "That would be smashing" she
said. Elizabeth left the room.

Peter watched Jenny as she held Robert's penis in her
hand. The pretty ten year old looked quite content, her
blue eyes seemed to sparkle. Elizabeth returned with the
cane, bending the supple rattan in her hands.
"Kneel on the bed" ordered Elizabeth "Bend over, both of
you"

The two naked boys climbed on the bed, kneeling side by
side, their bottoms high in the air as they rested their
heads on the mattress. Elizabeth made them spread their
legs so that their genitals were exposed, hanging down
lewdly.

She raised the cane high in the air and brought it down
on Peter's rump. His arse wriggled. The boy then arched
his back and thrust his bottom out for the next stroke.
Robert could hear his breathing. Pre-cum oozed from his
cock dropping onto the sheets. Elizabeth continued to whip
the nude schoolboy, leaving pink and red stripes on his
bottom cheeks, a few of the marks welting up.

Peter's hand gripped his wet cock and he began to stroke
it as the girl flogged him. Elizabeth was surprised by
this reaction. The boy actually seemed to enjoy being
caned. She put down the rattan. "Stand up" she said.
"Hands on your head"

She went to her dresser and got some plastic hair clips.
These had tiny teeth that would bite painfully into skin.
She placed clips on the boy's scrotum and one right on the
end of his penis so that the teeth gripped the head.
She then took some knitting wool and tied a length of it
to the clip on the penis.

Elizabeth could now tug on the thread, causing the boy's
penis to jerk painfully. She made him kneel once more
on the bed, picking up the cane. She administered a few
more strokes, tugging on the thread as the boy thrust his
hips forward as she lashed him.

She handed the cane to an eager Jenny. The girl began to
cane Robert. He shook his bottom from side to side as his
nude cheeks were striped by the rattan. He was glad the
girl couldn't cane as hard as Miss Harris. The strokes
still stung though. The cane they were using was quite
a severe implement.

Jenny now took some clips and applied them to Robert's
cock and ball sack. The two boys knelt on the bed, their
buttocks smarting as the tiny plastic teeth bit into their
sensitive boy flesh.

The girls, giggling, then led the boys around the room,
using the knitting threads tied to the penis clips as
leashes. They finally took the clips off, the boys
gripping their sore penile and scrotal skin, trying to
soothe the pain. The girls made them do exercises,
enjoying the way their cocks and balls flopped around.

"I think some further punishment is in order" said
Elizabeth. Robert groaned. He had hoped the girl would
have been satisfied with the caning. She left the room
again, returning with a plastic ruler and a pair of
disposable latex gloves. The girl pointed to the bed.
"Lie on your backs" The boys did as instructed.
"Now lift up your knees, all the way to your chest"
"Spread them apart a little" Robert's hands held his
knees against his chest, his heels resting on his
bottom.

The boys had never felt so exposed in their lives. Their
most private parts were open for inspection. The girls had
unrestricted access to their bum holes, cocks and balls.
The lewd position made their penises rock hard.

Elizabeth now began to strike their erect cocks with the
ruler, bending the thin plastic so that it snapped back
and struck the target. She used it on each boy in turn,
slowly moving down until she was hitting their balls with
the ruler.

Robert gasped as one particular blow caused a sharp pain
in a testicle. He closed his eyes as she continued to
flick the plastic against his sensitive boyhood.
She then delivered some hard blows to the underside
of the penis, near the tip. The girl now held the
ruler so its edge would impact the tender skin. She rested
it in the cleft between his spread cheeks, against his
puckered bum hole. The girl proceeded to lash the area
with the ruler edge, causing him to squirm. She then moved
onto Peter, giving him a similar treatment.

Elizabeth got a jar of vaseline from her dresser.
She smiled at Jenny. "Time for some more fun"
She stood over Peter while Jenny took Robert. Elizabeth
put on one of the gloves, giving the other to her friend.
She liberally coated her gloved fingers with the vaseline
then took a large glob and placed it on Peter's anus.
Jenny took the jar bottle and followed suit.

Robert was appalled as he felt the girl's gloved finger at
his bum hole. She slid the greased finger up inside him
then withdrew it slowly. She repeated the process,
inserting her digit almost up to the knuckle then
pulled it out to the first joint.

Peter squirmed as Elizabeth's finger repeatedly violated
his bum, filling inside him. He looked directly at her
face. She smirked at his discomfort, increasing the speed
at which she thrust her gloved finger up his bum.

The boy felt so ashamed as the latex slid past his
sphincter. Only Elizabeth could think up something like
this he thought. He was relieved when she finally pulled
her finger out and took off the glove.

She now got a bottle of baby oil from her dresser drawer.
She poured a little of the liquid in her palm and stood
over the curled up boy.
Elizabeth grasped his still sore cock. She began to rub
the boy's penis and scrotum, oiling the twelve year
old's genitals well. Jenny watched her friend, doing just
as she did. The girls now stroked the boys' penises, their
hands running up and down the smooth shafts.

Robert rocked his hips as Jenny masturbated him. His hands
gripped his knees, holding them apart as the girl ran her
hand over his scrotum, playing with each testicle.
She continued to pump the boy's organ, enjoying its feel
in her fingers.

The girl felt a pulsation as he climaxed, ejaculating over
her fingers and stomach. She wiped the clear liquid
on the sheet, smiling at her mastery of the boy's organs.
Elizabeth nodded her approval.

Peter gasped as he achieved orgasm, shooting his white cum
onto his chest. More cum flowed over his cock and her
hands. She was surprised by this. She had expected it to
be clear like Robert's. The older boy's ejaculation was
more powerful also, she found.

She was pleased with her new plaything. It was great luck
to catch Peter like that. The cute blond twelve year old
was also somewhat willing which would make arranging her
little sessions a bit simpler. She wiped her hands on his
back and bottom, removing a lot of the residual oil.

The girls let the boys go home, satisfied with their
little session. Elizabeth put away the hair clips, her
fingers running along the teeth that had been clamped
on tender boy skin just a short time before.

Jenny held the cane. "Vicious thing isn't it?"
"I got the strap from Miss Clark last week" "Before I went
in, I heard her caning a boy" "It was really loud and he
came out crying" Elizabeth nodded. "I've seen my aunt cane
Robert" "She really lays it on" "He still has marks two
weeks later"

Jenny flexed the rattan. "I'm glad we don't get the cane"
"I can't imagine how much it must hurt" Elizabeth smiled.
"Would you like to feel a stroke?" Jenny looked at her.
"No, thanks. The strap is bad enough I think." Elizabeth
took the cane from her hands. "Since you gave Robert the
cane, don't you think you should know what it feels like?"
Jenny thought about it. "OK" "Just one, to feel what it is
like" "But you have to take one as well"

"Take off your shorts and panties" said Elizabeth.
Jenny hesitated. "Come on, the boys had to take their
trousers off for the cane" encouraged Elizabeth.
Jenny placed her clothing on the bed, bare below the
waist. She giggled as she caught a glimse of herself in
the mirror.

She knelt on the bed as the boys had done. Elizabeth's
eyes took in her smooth pubes, the pink slit opening
as she bent forward. Elizabeth lashed down hard with the
cane. Jenny squealed, her hands pressed against her bottom
cheeks, feeling the welt developing on her backside. Her
eyes filled with tears.

"That hurt!" cried Jenny. "My bum is stinging" "Did
you have to hit so hard?" Elizabeth grinned. "My aunt
canes much harder than that" "Imagine what six of the
best must be like" "Some boys get additional strokes
for moving as well"

Elizabeth took off her short dress and pulled down her
panties. She knelt completely nude on the bed. Jenny
smiled at the wanton display, wiping away her tears.
Jenny raised the cane high in the air, wanting to at
least equal the severity of the stroke she received.
The cane bit into Elizabeth's rump, causing her to gasp
at the pain. She rubbed her behind, trying to ease the
sting.

Elizabeth lay back on the bed, her knees in the air.
Jenny sat on the edge, eyeing her friend's nude body.
Elizabeth's hand reached down, her finger rubbing against
her little clitoris.

She got up to retrieve the bottle of baby oil and
coated her hands with the slipperly liquid.
Jenny watched, wild eyed, as Elizabeth's oiled fingers
slipped in and out of her preteen cunt.
Suddenly she stopped.
"Want to try something?" asked Elizabeth.
Jenny nodded in assent, barely able to breathe, excited
as she was with the laviscious display.

Elizabeth made her take off her top and lie completely
nude on the bed. She spread Jenny's legs apart and rubbed
her thighs and chest with a little of the baby oil.
Her fingers went to work, stroking her friend's pubes.

Jenny's labia glistened with the oil. Elizabeth straddled
her, grinding her own cunt against her friend's. Jenny
closed her eyes as the delicious feeling overcame her.
She breathed more heavily, her cunt lips wet with her
arousal.

She climaxed, pressing her mouth against a pillow as her
entire body shuddered. She lay back as Elizabeth continued
to grind away until she too came. The girls lay there,
their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, hugging one
another.

Next door, back in Robert's room, the boys sat subdued.
The sting in their bottoms had been replaced with a warm,
dull ache that was not altogether unpleasant. The session
with the girls had been confusing for the boys, the
unpleasantness of being at the mercy of the perverse
Elizabeth, mixed with a strange pleasure at being
nude in front of, then masturbated by, such an attractive
preteen pair.

Two weeks passed. Robert's lessons with Miss Harris
continued. She maintained her use of the cane as an
aid to learning, punishing him twice during this period
for sloppy work. This had the effect of concentrating his
mind on his studies. His mother was quite pleased at his
reformed attitude to academics. His general behavior at
home had also improved. This she attributed to her threats
of the strap and the canings inflicted by Miss Harris.
The efficacy of these chastisements was shown in his
latest maths test results which had greatly improved in
the short time he had been tutored.

Mary Peterson watched as her son left for school. "Did you
remember your PE kit?" she asked. "Yes mum" he replied.
She gave him a kiss on the cheek as he exited the door.
Robert was looking forward to class that afternoon. The
boys had a football match scheduled, six players a side.

That afternoon, the children divided into two groups.
The girls were taken by Miss Taylor for netball practice
while the boys had football with Mr. Campbell.
The game was going well for Robert's side. He was just
about to score a goal when he was tackled roughly by
Andrew Taylor. Robert pushed the boy roughly backwards
and Andrew responded with a punch to the head which
missed. Both boys traded some rather ineffectual
blows before they were separated by Mr. Campbell.

"Fucking idiot" yelled Robert. Andrew responded.
"You fuck off, you little prick"
"Peterson, Taylor, that is enough of that language!"
bellowed Mr Campbell. "You know we don't tolerate
fighting" he said crossly "A football match isn't a
license to act like wild beasts" "Red cards for the
both of you"

Robert protested "Sir, he started it!" "No I didn't"
said Andrew furiously. "You pushed me!" Mr. Campbell
raised his hands. "Both of you are at fault"
"You're out of the match. Report to Mr. Phillips's
office, now!" The boys looked at him anxiously, their
stomachs beginning to churn at the prospect of a hiding
from the headmaster. "Sir, we're sorry. We won't do it
again" pleaded Andrew. Robert nodded his head vigorously
in agreement. Their PE teacher was firm however. "No
excuses." "I would slipper you myself right now but the
match has to continue" "It isn't fair to the rest of the
lads" "Hurry along to the office." He blew his whistle,
gesturing to the other boys. "All right lads, let's go!"
The match resumed.

The two dark haired boys walked glumly to the headmaster's
office. His secretary, Mrs. Manning, looked up as they
entered. "Can I help you boys?" she asked. "Miss, we've
been sent to the head" replied Andrew "Fighting" he
continued, softly. He felt his stomach flutter. He had
never been caned before and was sure they would get the
stick rather than a regular slippering.

She shook her head "He is quite busy now I'm afraid"
"You boys will have to see Miss Clark" "She is handling
discipline matters for the time being." The two unhappy
boys trundled to Miss Clark's room. They met her in the
corridor outside. "Miss, we've been sent to you" said
Robert, a bit timidly. He had never spoken to her before.

Miss Clark was taller than the other female teachers.
Her long black hair was rolled into a bun and she wore
small metal framed spectacles that gave her a severe,
schoolmarmish look, older than her twenty eight years.
She was quite an attractive woman however. Her skirt
ended a few inches above the knees, showing off her long
shapely legs. Her close fitted jacket outlined the bulge
of her ample breasts.

"Well?" she asked, her piercing blue eyes moving up and
down the two naughty boys. "Why were you two sent to me?"
"We got into a scrap on the football pitch" Andrew
explained. "But Miss, it wasn't anything serious..."
She cut him off. "Mr. Campbell obviously thinks otherwise
since he sent you here"

Stacy Clark looked at the two eleven year olds. "Wait
inside my room" "But don't you dare dirty the carpet with
those muddy shoes" "Take off your shoes and socks before
you go in" The attractive brunette continued on her way to
the staff lounge. She needed a cup of coffee.
She chatted for a while with two other female teachers.

Miss Clark had been asked by the headmaster to assist with
the punishments he was called upon to administer.
Mr. Phillips was bogged down in administrative paperwork
and the constant stream of children sent to him
interrupted this. He had noted Miss Clark's enthusiatic
use of the strap and decided to ask the young teacher to
assist him.

Stacy Clark had been surprised by the headmaster's
request. She was not a senior teacher and expected that
one of them would be asked to assist. Nevertheless, she
agreed to help out Mr. Phillips. She was a firm believer
in the effectiveness of corporal punishment and used it
in her classes. Many a boy, and the occasional girl, had
felt the sting of her strap on their outstretched hands.

In her new task, she had been given a selection of canes
by the headmaster. She had never used a cane before and
had practiced on a cushion in her room, gaining confidence
that she could hit accurately. The very first case sent to
her was an obstinate boy named William Jones. He was
twelve and a frequent visitor to the headmaster. She had
been surprised when he nonchantly pulled down his trousers
and underpants and bent over her desk. She had intended to
cane his trousered behind. The bare mounds presented to
her were an ideal target however and she resolved to make
an impression on the hardened boy. She had really laid it
on, using her shoulders and wrist to make the cane bite.
The vivid welts she raised and the cries of the boy
provided all the reassurance she needed in her technique.

The boy had rubbed his behind furiously, not caring that
he exposed his front. He was used to baring his backside
for punishment at home. She had clearly observed his
genitals, just developing with a patch of pubic hair
above. She had been a little surprised at the effect the
caning had on her. The crotch of her panties was a little
damp afterwards.

That night she had laid in the bath, her hand reaching
down to stroke her soft pubes, slippery fingers inserted
into her cunt. She had replayed the punishment in her
mind, the nude bruised boy cheeks and exposed genitals
arousing her.

Her punishments were now all bare bottomed, except where
girls were involved, a rarity, when she resorted to hand
strapping. She did not bother with the slipper, preferring
the cane for its effectiveness. Whereas the headmaster
reserved bare bottomed canings for repeat offenders, she
introduced first time miscreants to the harsh sting of the
rattan on bare flesh, surprising many a boy who had
perhaps expected a slippering on the pants seat.

Miss Clark took her time in the lounge, sipping her coffee
slowly. The boys could wait. This would give them time to
think about their offence and the punishment they could
expect. She walked back to her room. She had no classes
that afternoon and was in no hurry.

Robert and Andrew sat nervously on the floor, their bare
legs crossed, as they awaited the teacher.
"You idiot" said Andrew. "You started it" retorted Robert.
"That was a bad tackle" Andrew bit his lip "I'm sure we'll
get the stick." He could feel the knot in his stomach as
he anxiously contemplated his fate. Robert didn't respond,
grimly staring at floor. They stood up as the teacher
entered. She sat at her desk and looked at the two
handsome eleven year olds in their bare feet and PE kit.

She brought her hands together, fingers interlocking.
"Now, let me hear what happened on the playground"
The boys told their tale, each trying the blame the other
for starting the fight. She wrote down the details on a
paper pad. Finally she pointed to a cupboard door.
"Peterson is it?" "Fetch the cane." Robert unhappily
complied. He looked over the range of implements.
"Which one Miss?" he asked, taking out a short slender
straight rattan. She shook her head. "The long one on the
left" The boy swallowed hard. This cane was very long,
thick as a finger and quite supple. It would hurt a lot.
He handed the cane to her. Both boys flinched as she bent
it and flicked it through the air. The 'whoosh' it made
caused their stomachs to flutter.

She stood up, the long straight rattan held vertically
between finger and thumb, the far end resting on the tip
of her shoe. The boys' eyes fixated on the slender rattan
that would soon punish their tender bums.

She addressed them "Remove your PE shorts and underwear
and place them here." Andrew was horrified. No
female had seen him bare in years. His own mother used
the hairbrush on his briefs. Robert had hoped they would
not be bare but was not surprised. Still, he found the
prospect of being naked below the waist in front of Miss
Clark to be quite unwelcome. He was a shy boy and did not
appreciate strangers, females at that, seeing his bare
willy and nuts. Still, there was nothing he could
do. He was a boy and that was how they were punished.

He peeled off shorts and briefs and placed them on the
floor, next to the teacher's desk. He stood there, the
short PE jersey not providing any cover, his hands
shielding his privates.

To be continued...