The Village 4B

By TCP

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Copyright 2016 by TCP, all rights reserved

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The Village -
By TCP
© 2016 TCP
 
All of TCP’s stories are just that - stories. There is a marked difference between fantasy and reality and it is very easy to fall foul of the real world and what is acceptable in the real world. I do not condone any abusive behaviour in the real world and we must act as responsible citizens to ensure the on-line safety of our future generations. Fantasy is a powerful thing, but let it remain fantasy. Lead yourself not into temptation - and deliver yourself from evil.
 
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The fourth (and a bit) chapter of Phillip's story as an eleven year old boy in the small village of Langton Magna... Phillip's world gets turned upside down again with the introduction of other members of the Girls' Club... 
 
Main Characters -
Phillip White - eleven years old...
Patricia White, nee Powell - 33 years old, divorced mother of Phillip and a veterinary practitioner.
 
Emma Smart - eleven years old...
Nikki Grayson, nee Smart - 34 years old, divorced mother of Emma, and owner/senior partner of Langton Magna veterinary practice. 'Smarts...'
 
Josie Roberts - thirteen years old, and Stephanie's sister.
Stephanie Roberts - eleven years old,  Josie's sibling.
 
Alison and Elizabeth Knight - ten years old, and twin sisters.
 
Caroline Forbes-Marsh - thirteen years old. The leader of the pack...
Suzanne Forbes-Marsh - eleven years old.
 
Natasha Billington - twelve years old.
Anita Billington - ten years old.
 
Miss Bingley - 58 years old, Sunday School teacher and choir mistress.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Chapter 4B - History Class Continues...
Previously... in The Village...
 
Suddenly, I noticed a shadow out of the corner of my eye... I had been so focussed on the various details held in the scrapbook, I hadn't heard anyone approaching the hut... But there I was... caught red handed, my hand pressed hard into my crotch... The hut was seemingly filling up with girls... angry girls discovering the boy-shaped trespasser... the traitor... All I could do was gulp, my mouth hanging open dryly in mortified disbelief.
 
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I was caught red handed... like a boy raiding his sister's advent calendar chocolate... or like a boy raiding his girl cousin's dirty panties... Or even like a boy from the oppressed Boys' Rebel Alliance hacking into the secret library of the Girls' Empire to retrieve the plans of their Galactic female domination...  
 
"Well, well, well... looks who's back girls..." Caroline scoffed sternly, her hands on her hips menacingly and with a look of contempt and borderline rage on her face. There were gasps of revelation between the other girls entering the hut upon seeing me with my 'paws all over their honey.'  "We almost missed you yesterday, slave boy..." Caroline said. "Did we scare you off? Were you scared of a bunch of girls?"
 
"N-no way! I... errm..." I blustered unconvincingly, not knowing where to look or what to do. I looked around and counted seven girls in all... Caroline, Emma, Suzanne, Natasha and Anita, with two new girls I didn't recognise... I had been through so much that I didn't think I recognised these two girls from the Sunday School Choir meeting the previous Sunday... but I eventually found out that indeed, they were there.
 
I looked longingly at Emma and saw the look of disappointment on her face. As she bit her lip pensively, it was like she had registered that I had 'obtained' information from her the previous night and had now tried to use that information to my favour... I had told her that I was going to be playing with my Star Wars stuff nearby... but around me, there was no sign of any Star Wars stuff. She worked it out anyway... Her expression withered me and I felt ashamed that I had betrayed her. Not shame for betraying the other girls... but I felt bad for seemingly letting Emma down. I was there in the hut without permission, at a time that boy members were not welcome.
 
"Yes you are, you big liar!" Caroline beamed with calculating pleasure now spreading over her face. She was a girl, and I was a boy... she was like a cat toying with a timid mouse, having quickly identified that she and the other girls could use this instance of trespass and 'spying' to her advantage. "You stayed away yesterday because you're nothing more than a little wussy scaredy cat who's afraid to admit the truth!"
 
"Phillipa's a scaredy cat... Phillipa's a scaredy cat!" Anita began to giggle and chant, much to my chagrin. Of course, Suzanne and Natasha also joined in...  
 
"Stop it! Shush!" I protested, stamping my foot on the ground petulantly. "I'm not scared... you hurt me that's all... Hurt me in my... you know... my privates... But I came back didn't I? I'm here now..."
 
"Hmmmm... that you are Phillipa..." Caroline smirked. "But tell us... little boy with the hurt privates... Why are you here... a full half hour before boy members are allowed to attend? And why, are you reading one of our scrap books? WHY, are you trespassing? Hmmm?" She was wearing a knee length set of denim dungarees with a red and white t-shirt underneath. On her feet, she had white ankle socks on with smart white trainers with red trim and laces.
 
"I... errrm... I didn't... errrm... I didn't realise I was early Miss Caroline..." I gabbled, saying the first thing that came into my mind. "I'm sorry... I'll leave... right away..."
 
"LIAR!" barked Suzanne sharply. "I always knew you were trouble... right from day one... Didn't I tell you Caroline? He's a BOY... he's got a wormy little COCK between his legs... and HE can't be trusted... He should be on a dog lead, the slimy little runt..."
 
So much for the girls missing me huh?
 
This day, Suzanne was wearing a loose fitting pair of blue and white stripy cotton shorts, with an equally loose fitting white t-shirt emblazoned with a swirling Union Jack flag motif. On her bare feet, she wore a pair of light blue plastic 'jelly-strap' sandals. Around her neck, her SLR camera hung with menace, no doubt ready to capture more of my ignominy.
 
"Shhhh Suzanne..." Caroline said calmly, defusing her younger judgemental sister. "Let's not be too hasty..." I could see the older girl thinking things over in the brief pause... the silence feeling electric and making me feel as though I was under a spotlight. "We need to understand what we're dealing with first... Stand up Phillipa..."
 
"Y-yes Miss Caroline," I whimpered, putting the scrapbook down on the floor at the side of the garden chair... I realised that my penis was stiff and bulging out at the front under my jeans. I could see the girls all notice it too. I blushed.
 
"First off, don't you ever sit in my chair again... The chair is for the oldest girl or whichever girl she nominates as her deputy... But NEVER for a boy... Understand?"
 
"Y-yes Miss Caroline... I'm sorry..." I conceded meekly.
 
"Good... apology accepted," she replied curtly. "And you will be punished today for that... Secondly, please tell us why your little boy thing is so hard under your jeans there?" Behind and to the side of her, the younger girls giggled quietly at the discussion of my 'situation' down there... "How long have you been here... and what have you been doing?"
 
"I errm... I haven't been here long... really..." I began, the burning crimson blush spreading further across my cheeks continuing to turn up the heat of my spotlight. I swallowed hard and found my mouth dry. "I guess I was here about half nine... and..."
 
"And?" Caroline grasped hold of my hesitation and demanded more information. "What were you doing before we caught you?" To emphasise her power, she planted her feet apart on the floor and folded her arms defiantly across her front. It was like she was a disappointed mother questioning her guilty looking young son.
 
"And... I... errrm... I opened the chest... that one," I admitted, timidly pointing at the one over by the wall that I had used to reach the high shelf with the spanking slipper and the scrapbooks on it.
 
"And what did you see inside?" Caroline asked smartly.
 
"B-books..." I replied quickly... "Lots of books... and magazines... st-stories and p-pictures and... there were so many... n-n-naked mm-men... and b-boys... There were girls and w-women too, doing th-things to the.... <gulp> But they were always clothed... Errrm... I didn't-"
 
"Did you like what you found?" my young conqueress pressed.
 
"NO WAY!" I protested vehemently... It was kind of lie really... some of it really turned me on... But I hated having to admit it and being a boy like I was, I had plausible deniability... Other than what my penis was telling the girls that is, despite being hidden inside my jeans and panties. "It's not fair and... and it's cruel... and it's... naughty..." I continued, my voice trailing off into a quiet, ashamed whisper as I winced.
 
"Naughty huh? But you looked anyway... Hmmm?" Caroline said, understanding my predicament. "You looked and looked at it for all this time... stealing information from us... You'll be punished for that too..."
 
"But Miss Caroline, please!"
 
"Shhhh Phillipa... It's okay... You don't have to protest any further... Trespassing here without permission... and boy, you're a serial trespasser aren't you, after Monday too? And now stealing information... reading our scrapbooks..."
 
"But I wasn't stealing... I was just looking for..."
 
"Looking for what?" Caroline picked up on me, sensing that she was about to get a further confession from me. "Tell us the truth Phillipa... and maybe your punishment won't be so bad... Tell us the truth... what were you REALLY looking for?"
 
"Okay, okay... I admit it, I was looking for naked girls..." I sighed contritely. "I wanted to find the Big Book Of Boy Secrets you have... you told me there were naked girls in there... I just wanted to see... I've never seen a naked girl... I don't know what you girls all have <blush> down there..."
 
"I see..." Caroline replied quietly. "So this... invasion of our Club House is all about you wanting to see a girl naked?"
 
"Y-yes..." I whispered with shame.
 
"You just want to see a girl's... vagina?" The way she said the 'v' word left me in no doubt that she wasn't surprised, and that I was demonstrating some other predictable boy-trait.
 
"Yes..." I whispered, ashamed at the simplicity of the older girl's line of enquiry and my own boyishly sinful desires. Why did I feel so ashamed about wanting to see what a girl's private parts looked like? I mean, I was a boy... now full of curiosity about girls and the differences between our private parts... And furthermore, surely I was only looking to get even a little... The girls had seen all of me... and done lots of stuff to me... So why did I feel all meek and ashamed to even consider wanting to see a picture of a naked girl in a book?
 
I rationalised that in the Girls' Club, it was okay to see naked boys and treat them like slaves... it was natural. It was allowed. It was expected, like a right of passage through girlhood... But girls were sacred... special... superior. What a boy wanted or desired didn't really matter other than using it to maintain his slavery and repeated demonstration of his weaknesses compared with his young feminist rivals.
 
"You want to see a girl's boobs, her vulva and her clitoris too? You want to see everything that makes a girl better than a boy... don't you!?"
 
"Yes Miss Caroline... that's all, honest..." I replied, aware of the hole I was digging. I cringed, sensing the trouble I was getting into. What I wanted seemed to be impossible... a totally illegitimate desire.
 
"Then say it... tell us what you were hoping to see here... in our wonderful library..."
 
"Please Miss Caroline... I'm sorry... I won't do it again..."
 
"SAY IT!" Suzanne barked, taking her turn to stamp her foot on the ground. I tensed in fear and blurted out,
 
"Oh gosh, please... I was looking to see if I could see a girl's vagina... and cl-clitoris and her vulva... I wanted to see a naked girl... and a girl's boobs..." I felt so dumb and foolish, which I guess was Caroline's intent. "I... wanted to see what makes a girl better than... than a boy..."
 
"But you didn't find any of THAT material... did you? Caroline continued... I shook my head 'no.' "Because we're GIRLS, and we're a lot smarter than pervy BOYS like you! Aren't we?" I felt obliged to softly nod my head to confirm what she had said.  "We're very careful to lock our most special things away from dirty little prying boy-eyes like yours. But that didn't stop you did it? You kept looking... you couldn't resist... and then you found the scrapbooks... Tell me, which one were you looking at when we caught you Phillipa?"
 
"N-nineteen sixty four... Volume One... The one written by Emma's mum..." I squirmed, looking forlorn at my first love. Her mouth pouted with disappointment.
 
"Ahhh yes... a good read that one..." Caroline relaxed and smiled, her expression turning upward as though searching her thoughts for all of the memories contained in that scrapbook. "I remember that one really well... that's the summer that Emma's mum, my mum, Natasha's mum and YOUR mum captured your naughty little daddy! He was a trespasser too!" As the other girls giggled at Caroline's words, I felt kind of crestfallen and somewhat heartbroken to hear my own father being talked about in such belittling terms.
 
"And now we've captured you..." Caroline continued. "Just like our mothers taught your daddy the facts of life, enslaved him and played with his little willy... now it's our turn to teach you... Like father, like son!!"
 
"Stop it! Shut up!" I protested, my anger rising. I really wished I had never left my own home that morning now. It felt like my entire world was crashing down around my ears, and my family name was like mud... an object to be slung around and scorned like it didn't matter. Again, the girls... well, one girl in particular knew what buttons to press to get a rise from me.
 
"YOUR naughty daddy... helplessly trapped and spanked and... <giggle> wanked by all the girls in the village as he became one of their pet slaves to toy with!! And now you... you're ours now too aren't you Phillipa?"
 
"SHUT UP... stop it! Please..." I shouted. If I thought I could win, I would have launched a fight against her. This was taking things to a whole new level of terror and shame. "Don't talk about him like that... he's my daddy..."
 
"Come on Phillipa... admit it... you liked reading about it as much as you like obeying us now... admit it..." Caroline beamed like the evil emperor, baiting me. My heart was pounding in my chest... I wanted to defy her but I was falling to the powers of the dark side... the dark side of the young feminist force. "It made you have an erection didn't it Phillipa? It made your willy all stiff and hard..."
 
"But... I can't..." I began, trying to deny it all. I was going to say that I couldn't help it. Somehow I was a slave to the feelings I got in my penis. It was exciting, but oh so very humiliating... and I needed to feel good... I didn't have the time or the words to describe it properly before Caroline pressed me further...
 
"It's okay Phillipa," Caroline said quietly. "We can all see the tell tale little bulge in the front of your jeans... We know you're excited in there... When we read the magazines and books in the toy-chests, and the scrapbooks, we get excited too... Who wouldn't? So it's okay... it's just your body and your brain telling you that you accept that girls are in charge and that girls are superior to boys... And they're letting you know that it's okay... it's natural... It feels good to read about or see other boys having to obey girls... or men obey women... And for you... it now feels good to obey girls as well hmmmm? You want to be our nudie slave boy again... don't you?"
 
"Y-yes..." I whispered, barely loud enough to here, and finally giving in again. I had been broken again, like a young male stallion succumbing to the control and dominance of a feisty young female rider. I was putty once more in the girls' hands.
 
"Then tell us that you're sorry for trespassing, and ask to be our nudie slave boy again..." Caroline whispered, just as softly. Her voice, pitch perfect to lure me in to her will.
 
"Miss Caroline..." I said, looking up into her eyes, seeking forgiveness. "I'm sorry I trespassed here without permission... Please, may I be your nudie slave boy again?"
 
The girls left me hanging after shaming myself like that and I felt so awkward while I waited for a response to what I had just said. I couldn't quite believe I had actually said it. Caroline took time to look in turn at her girlish companions around her and one by one, they nodded their approval as though it were some sort of secret vote whether to allow me to continue as part of the club...
 
"Very well... you're a very lucky boy that the girls so graciously accept your apology and will permit you to remain a boy member of the Club as our nudie slave boy," Caroline said, smiling more naturally and without malice. By being a good boy and submitting to her and the other girls, miraculously, we had reached an understanding that cleared the air... "But you will be punished today for being here without permission, and sneaking around through our things... Worst of all, for sitting in my chair!! It's only fair that naughty boys be punished, isn't it?"
 
"Y-yes Miss Caroline," I replied, my contrition showing once more, wondering what my punishment would actually consist of. I was pleased that Elizabeth Knight did not appear to be amongst the girls present. That said, who knows what the two 'new' girls would be capable of... my heart quickly sank at the thought.   
 
"Good boy... So now that's all understood, it's finally time to start the meeting. Go and stand in your place Phillipa... chop-chop!" And once more, there seemed to be some peace in the Club House as Caroline brought the Langton Magna Girls' Club meeting to order and the girls took their positions, as I did too. We were nearly ready to start.
 
I took a few moments to consider the other girls present... Emma was a beautiful image to me and I somehow felt she looked prettier than ever after the events of the previous night... She wore a plain, light pink halter top that clung to her body in a way that captivated my attention and filled me with boyish 'first love' desire. As she moved to her position, I could see the curious, hard little bee-sting bumps of her nipples trying to poke the material of her top outward. A sign of her usual 'flat-chested' appearance about to blossom perhaps...
 
Emma also wore a dusky pink and orange dyed pair of cotton shorts, emblazoned with charming white outlines of flowers with open petals. They contrasted well with the beauty of her lithe, girlish legs. With pink coloured ankle socks, her footwear was complemented with a pair of pink deck pumps with light blue laces and trim. Her chestnut brown pony-tails were neatly held in place by her trademark black and red Mickey Mouse hair clips.
 
Natasha was dressed in a more tomboyish adventurer's kind of outfit this time... On her feet were a pair of black and green training shoes with black ankle socks trimmed with a red stitching band around the tops. She had cut-off denim shorts that came down below the knee but left her legs exposed charmingly.
 
She also wore a white t-shirt under a red, yellow and blue checker pattern over-shirt, kind of like a lumberjack shirt. Both of these garments were tied up at the front, exposing her midriff and tummy button. It was an outfit that reminded me of confidence. My mind recalled the smell and taste of her fingers a couple of days previously when I was being 'treated' or tortured, depending on your view point. I wanted that private, intimate girl-scent... that taste again... Through all the shame, I knew I wanted it.
 
Natasha's younger sister, Anita, was dressed more innocently. What appeared to be almost brand new denim shorts, had a white belt with a light purple butterfly shaped buckle on it. She had a blue, black and white stripy t-shirt on too, bare foot and with beach sandals on her feet.

And then there were the two newer girls... The older of the two girls looked to be about the same age as Caroline and was quite plain looking to me. She had a rounder face, hazel coloured eyes and shoulder length mousy brown hair. She was dressed in coffee coloured chino shorts coming down to her knees, a navy blue and red stripy halter top with a crucifix pendent around her neck. On her feet, she was bare foot inside a pair of coffee brown training shoes.
 
The other girl, who looked about my age was a real curiosity. There was something really tomboyish about this girl... more so than Elizabeth Knight, or even Suzanne Forbes-Marsh. She was wearing blue flip-flops under her bare feet, a plain white summer dress with a large red poppy design down the left side. She wore a small green pendent around her neck... like a polished stone, coloured emerald and it was attached to some thin black elastic chord.
 
I could see that this girl's hair was a similar mousy brown to that of the older girl standing next to her, so I assumed that they were sisters. I couldn't see how long her hair was though, she was wearing a pink baseball cap on her head with 'Weltby Zoo' printed on the front along with a small black printed prowling tiger motif. I caught her looking at me briefly and I noticed her bite her lip a little and force a friendly looking smile at me. I tried to smile back at her, but she looked away and blushed. It was almost as though she didn't want to be there. As though she was the one who was more embarrassed.
 
I looked at the girl some more... up and down her body... She was thin, totally flat chested. Given my experiences in the Hut during the course of this first week in Langton Magna, I kind of guessed that at some point today I would have to kiss these two new girls. Don't get me wrong, Emma was 'the one' for me and would be my favourite... assuming she would still want me after that morning's apparent treachery! But I did begin to wonder what it would be like to get naked in front of these two new girls, and then maybe kiss them too. I realised that I didn't really mind... I quite liked kissing... and now there were two more, new girls I 'hoped' to kiss. Even if they would get to see me naked.
 
"Okay girls... and boy... it's time to start the meeting," Caroline began, sitting down on the seat of her garden chair 'throne' and looking over at me. "Two girls here today have not yet been formally introduced to Phillipa yet... So girls, this is Phillipa... our newest member who joined the Club earlier in the week after successfully completing his induction..."
 
At that, the older girl smiled at Caroline knowingly, but the younger girl seemed to blush and shifted uneasily on her feet. Caroline continued with the introductions,
 
"As you know, Phillipa is actually a boy and has been very busy this week growing into his role as a junior member here with us... He's learned so much... haven't you?" she asked rhetorically. "You'll get to see all of his little weaknesses soon enough, and you can take your time to get to know him and explore all the detail we have collected so far on his personal charts on the wall over there..."
 
Again, the older girl smiled, licked her lips and seemed to chuckle at the prospect of seeing me naked. The other, younger girl remained silent. I thought perhaps she felt as though she were too young to be interested in seeing a boy like me naked... and all the other stuff. But knowing what went on in Langton Magna, perhaps she was just bored of it all. Maybe I really wasn't all that special to her, naked or not. There was a crumb of comfort to me that the younger girl didn't seem to smirk or grin or giggle at the prospect of getting me naked.
 
"Phillipa, it gives me pleasure to introduce Josie and Stephanie Roberts... They were at Sunday School too last week in the choir practice. What that means is you have now met all of the girls in the school choir, and all of the girls in our Club. Except for our guests from the surrounding villages or our cousins and pen-friends who join us from time to time... You know the routine of the Club now... the most important detail here being that ALL girls are full members of the club... So, as a boy, you will continue to obey EVERY girl without question, won't you?"
 
"Yes Miss Caroline," I offered sincerely, underlining my understanding, and demonstrating that I 'knew my place' as a lowly, boy shaped junior member of the Club.
 
"Good girl Phillipa... Okay, Josie, you start..."
 
"I'm Josie Roberts, and I'm thirteen..." the older girl spoke demurely, beaming at me with sunshine confidence... Her eyes looked me up and down, eager to see me without my clothes on obviously. Josie even pursed her lips at me, and that made me look away shyly. Like I said previously, she was quite plain and had a rounder face than most of the girls in the Club. Despite that, she had a nice looking figure from what I could glean in my very limited experience in that arena. I could tell she was wearing some make-up though.
 
"Don't be shy Phillipa... I've seen lots of boys with no clothes on!!" Josie said with a chuckle of inevitability. Being in the Club, she knew that she would see me without my clothes... She expected to see my cock... and control me, just like the other girls did. "Naked boys... yummy... I like to see boys all naked and helpless... embarrassed to show off their cute little winkies!! Even better with girls in charge to make you obey... It's the only way it should be... And I don't care if you're a naughty boy, I always have a way to keep you in your place..." She then looked to her sister and nodded for her to go next...
 
"I'm... <blush> St-Stephanie... Roberts... and, I'm eleven years old..." the younger girl said quietly, displaying nowhere near as much girlish confidence with her demeanour or presentation. She had the same hazel coloured eyes as her older sister, but hers seemed more withdrawn. In fact, they looked a little tearful... It then dawned on me as my eyes looked into hers, her cheeks looked a little flushed. She had been crying. She REALLY didn't want to be here.  
 
"This is my second year as a member of Langton Magna Girls' Club..." she continued, her voice creaky and timid. There was then a bit of a silence as though the other girls were expecting Stephanie to say something more, but there was only silence. Finally, Caroline came to her rescue and addressed me...
 
"So come on Phillipa... introduce yourself to Josie and Stephanie... there's a good girl..."
 
"H-hello... Miss Josie... and Miss Stephanie..." I began, eliciting a giggle from Anita and Suzanne for some reason. I could see Caroline, Natasha and Josie smirking at me too. Emma meanwhile looked on at me, and nodded her head for me to continue. Her look of disappointment having faded. "I'm Ph-Phillipa... Phillipa White... and I'm eleven years old..."
 
I had finally begun to accept my 'girl name' during Club time, though I didn't think I would ever get used to it being said at home... or even worse, at school. I guess there was still something of it all seeming like a giant game of 'boys against girls' while we were all there in the Club Hut... My home life however was kind of 'real world.' Looking back, it was the 'real world' that the girls wanted to change about me the most... The same with all boys that they or their friends or cousins took control of .
 
"Good girl Phillipa..." Caroline praised me with maternal pride. "Another nice introduction from you today... very sweet... We shall have to make sure that we reward you for that... Even though you have a punishment coming, good behaviour is always rewarded..."
 
I managed to smile at the thought of being given a reward... Despite the discomfort and pain of being abused with the vibrating massager device, a reward or a treat was a much bigger incentive to me than the threat of punishment. I realise now of course that this is not the case for every boy or man dominated by females. Some hate humiliating punishments and feel that treats and rewards are humiliating too. To me, as embarrassing as things often were, a reward was now a reward for me. I lived to receive rewards as they often satisfied the needs of my boy parts to which I had become a slave... or at least a means through which a girl could take total control of me.  
 
"Now it's time to start the meeting... Girls... let us pray..." Caroline said serenely. I closed my eyes out of learned respect and prepared to listen to their recital. I heard the girls shuffle and I guess stand to attention. I then heard the girls chant their code...  
 
"This is our girls club, 'til the end of our days...
We are superior, boys are our slaves...
Girls rule forever... and boys must obey...
Because boys are inferior, in every way..."
 
After a pause, Caroline said,
 
"Girls rule forever..." The other girls then repeated... "Girls rule forever..."
 
Just like the last time I was there in the hut to hear them chant the code in unison, I felt a familiar thrill of feeling intimidated by a 'gang' of girls. Being overpowered by just a few simple words that signified their superiority over me, all due to the fact that they were girls. I felt a tingle in my crotch as the muscle at the base of my cock flinched on it's own. My weakness was reminding me it was there...
 
'I wonder what all this feels like for a girl...' I thought fleetingly. 'What it feels like to be a girl in charge of a boy... like what they do to me... I wonder what Emma feels.... and Caroline The Hutt! It's better to be a girl... Because girls are better... Girls have vulvas... a vagina... a little clitoris... and that's better than a willy all on its own... Girls are the superior sex...' I was becoming sexually aroused again and I realised that I should pay more attention to what was happening out front of me instead of what was going on in my mind or in my panties.
 
I opened my eyes and got ready to be instructed to recite the boys' code... but the instruction never came...
 
"And now the Langton Magna Girls' Club is in session..." Caroline smiled. It was a surprise as this wasn't the normal routine... I guessed that because I had been caught trespassing that the meeting format had been messed up a little and thought that maybe, I would get my turn to recite the boys' code later... Maybe I was going to have to strip naked first... or sing my song... or both at the same time... Who knew what would happen with girls in charge?
 
"Phillipa, like before, let me remind you that ALL girls are in charge of ANY boy in this Club... And now you have been introduced to Josie, please follow her instructions..." With that, I looked across to Josie, the second oldest girl in the Club and most likely to be Caroline's deputy. She was grinning victoriously at me, like I was nothing more than a little boy-calf about to be de-sexed. 
 
"I've heard lots of things about what a good little nudie slave boy you are Phillipa..." Josie said brightly. "I hear you have learned a lot of important things during your time in the Club so far... So tell me, loud enough so we can all hear you and prove to me that you know and admit the truth... Do you believe in female superiority?"
 
"Yes Miss Josie," I replied quietly, looking down at the floor, blushing and ashamed to be a representative of the entire male sex making such an admission.
 
"Remember the rules Phillipa... look into my eyes when you answer me... so I can tell that you really mean it..." she reminded me, walking across the floor to stand in front of me. She hooked her index finger under my chin and lifted my head so I was looking at her, smiling back at me with the supreme confidence of a 'ruler of boys.'
 
"S-sorry, Miss Josie..." I replied, looking into her eyes, watching her judge me, and wither me. She was daring me to look away and risk an additional punishment to those I had already earned that day. "I... I believe in f-female superiority..."
 
"Hmmm," she mused, her eyes closing slightly.
 
"Nnngghhhh!" I grunted as I felt Josie's hand roughly reach down and grab the crotch of my jeans, gripping my semi-hard penis concealed inside it's panty prison, enclosing it in her palm. She held me firm enough to know not to piss her off. My face creased with discomfort, but I dared not look away from her. "Please... d-don't hurt me..."
 
"Do you even know what female superiority means?" Her eyes widened again, and as I looked, I saw the pupils of her eyes change size with the light. She was breathing hard, but not as hard as I was, given the 'boy handling' I was subject to at that moment. My breathing was a result of discomfort, hers was a show of confidence in her power over me... Josie was toying with me, assessing me.  
 
"Y-yes Miss Josie <gulp> it means... it means that females... are better at everything... It's... nnnngghhh <blush> oh please don't hurt me..." I winced.
 
"Go on... little boy... tell me what you believe... and what you now know..."
 
"It's where men are slaves to errm... women... and girls are in charge of boys too... And how y-you do everything, b-b-etter than us. <gasp> everything... It's why <gasp> it's better to be a girl... and not have a penis... To have a... a penis <squeeze> is ahhhhmmmm... it's our we-weakness..."
 
"Hmmm, good boy," Josie teased, gently squeezing my penis through my jeans, totally owning me. "But there's still so much for you to learn from us... the Big Book Of Boy Secrets has barely begun its lessons for you yet... Not by a long chalk..." With that, she stopped squeezing my crotch and instead, flattened her palm against my little bulge... She then began to rub her palm round and round all over my awakened stiffness awkwardly concealed within. It was an uncomfortably tight feeling to have an erection inside the prison of my panties.
 
"Mmmm... please Miss Josie... nooooo... Nnngghhhh..." I whimpered with a timid whisper, watching her face change to an expression of amusement at my weakness in her hands. "Please don't..." This was very humiliating.
 
"Will you <rub> obey me <rub> Phillipa?"
 
"Y-yes Miss Josie... <rub>" I panted, falling under her spell, as she rubbed her splayed palm firmly over my stiffly tingling crotch with her hand like she was rubbing Aladdin's lamp.
 
"And why <rub> will you obey me? <rub>"
 
"Because you're a girl <rub> and you're superior to me <rub> and in charge of me <rub> Mmmmm.... ohhhh... and you don't have a w-willy... <rub>"
 
"And who does your willy <rub> belong to? Hmmmm? <rub>"
 
"It belongs to girls <rub> Miss Josie... My penis is as worthless as a worm <rub> and it belongs to girls <rub, rub>..."
 
"Good boy... Never forget that <rub>... Now, I've heard what a good kisser you are Phillipa <rub, rub> kiss me..."
 
With that, Josie leaned in to kiss me, smothering my slightly parted, shocked lips easily with hers. The clumsiness and shyness displayed in my earliest attempts at kissing in the 'distant past' was positively historic now. Girl after girl had showed me what the potential was in kissing a member of the opposite sex... how thrilling it can be and how arousing.
 
And there I was, locked into a serious kiss with Miss Josie... The first thing I noticed was her minty flavoured breath... kind of like she had literally just cleaned her teeth or eaten a very strong mint. My heart raced, my crotch tingled as I felt her continuing to rub over my concealed privates. There had been no time for a 'welcome kiss...' Josie went straight into a greedy, lascivious French kiss. Girl against boy... gradually proving her case of female dominance against me. And I was powerless to stop her... the perennial moth to the eternal flame.
 
Feeling her hand gently rubbing over my penis and balls in encouragement, or to remind me that she held all the power and control, I could feel myself blushing at the knowledge that there were six other girls watching me get so thoroughly kissed by Josie...
 
I pushed my tongue subconsciously into her mouth and tried to find it's girlish compatriot. I wanted to show her that indeed, I was now experienced in kissing and my confidence was high (ish) as I felt her tongue play with mine as they swirled together. Soon though, her dominance was proven... and she purposely manoeuvred my tongue with hers, back into my own mouth and pressed it down into the bottom of my mouth... Dominated again by a girl's tongue...
 
I was beaten... my tongue overpowered by hers, her hand rubbing rudely over my crotch and her other one pressing into the back of my head... totally in control of me. Such was the friction being caused by her hand rubbing over my genitals... then much longer and I would have started to climax... Josie sensed this, probably on account of my hips starting to move back and forward a little, and so she broke off the kiss satisfied that she had bested me. Her hand left my crotch too...
 
"Yummy..." Josie almost squealed. "You weren't wrong Caroline... he's one pretty good kisser..." Then she turned back to look at me as I began to recover my breathing. "Too bad that EMMA is his favourite... But never mind, I'll still get to have lots of fun with him... and the horny little, 'boy rocket' he's got down there..."
 
I blushed a little at how I was being spoken about as though I wasn't even there, or merely just the object of the girls' fun and amusement and pleasure. I guess that is actually what I was... Despite the niceness of the kiss with Josie, my heart still was set on Emma...
 
"You need more practice though Phillipa... you forgot the golden rule didn't you?" Caroline interjected smugly... I knew right away what I had done... "When you kiss a girl, you have to say 'I'm your nudie slave boy Miss Josie...' or whoever you are kissing."  
 
"I know Miss Caroline, and I'm really sorry..." I began, thinking quickly on my feet. The last thing I wanted was to add further punishment opportunities. "But... but I'm not nude... and..."
 
"Indeed... how very... observant Phillipa," Caroline replied sarcastically. "That doesn't stop you from saying it, or saying something comparably intelligent does it? Is it too much to expect you to think of something appropriate to say to a girl that fits your circumstances?"
 
"Well, he is a boy..." Suzanne added with her usual acidic effect.
 
"Phillipa, even though you're a boy, you sometimes have to think for yourself... sometimes you have to say something nice that will appeal to the girl who is commanding you... in this case, a girl who wants you to kiss her..." Caroline continued. " When you've still got clothes on, why not try saying this instead." She paused to clear her throat as though about to make a speech. It was all very theatrical. "What about... 'I'm your slave boy Miss Josie,' or whoever, 'when we kiss, please fondle my little boy cock as much as you want...' What about that?"
 
"O-kay... Miss Caroline..." I replied to her, blushing a little at what I would be expected to say if I still had my clothes on and a girl demanded a kiss from me.
 
"Good girl... in fact, lets make this a new rule for you... Suzanne, please add this to the rules for boys... Whenever you're being asked to kiss a girl and you're still clothed, then you'll say, 'I'm your slave boy Miss Caroline,' or whoever, 'when we kiss, please fondle my little boy cock as much as you want...' Then, if you're naked and a girl asks to kiss you, you'll say, 'I'm your nudie slave boy Miss Caroline,' or whoever, 'when we kiss, please fondle my little nudie boy cock as much as you want...' And so on... You got that Phillipa?"
 
"<gasp> Y-yes, Miss Caroline..." I whimpered meekly. As if saying the words, or being naked was not humiliating enough for a boy to recite... I would have to hold still, be kissed and embarrassingly fondled all over my privates by the girl kissing me. It's kind of what happened anyway when I kissed the girls in the hut, but the actual 'asking to be fondled' was a new, potential for humiliation for me as a boy, and demonstration of the 'girls in charge' dynamic.
 
"So come on then Phillipa," Josie giggled... "Give me your best kiss..."
 
I breathed in and prepared myself for another epic kiss led by Josie... This time, I moved forward a step closer to her, leaned in a little towards her and licked my lips nervously...
 
"I'm your slave boy, Miss Josie... pl-please f-fondle my little boy cock as much as you want..." And so, as I tentatively pushed my parted lips to Josie's mouth, her palm rediscovered my crotch and she began to rub over my concealed sex in time with the movement of my lips over hers. "Mmmmggghhh," I sighed through the joining of our lips, as I felt her get to grips with my once more tingling and stiffening boyhood. I gently ran the tip of my tongue over her lips and into her mouth, daring to try dominating her tongue again.
 
<rub... rub...>
<snog... smooch... kiss...>
<rub... rub... rub>
<smooch... kiss... swirl...>
<rub... rub... rub>
 
I felt Josie's other hand cup the back of my head and pull my mouth closer to hers, mashing her thicker lips against mine as my tongue continued unrestricted into her mouth, searching for hers...
 
<rub... rub...>
<swirl... smooch... kiss...>
 
With subconscious surrender, my hips began to move back and forth to meet the palm of her hand as she 'explored' me with her intimate fondling. I thought Josie was going to giggle... She let a little bit of air pass out of her nostrils as we kissed, no doubt sensing my desire to climax, and be aware of just how easily she could make me climax if she so wanted. And suddenly, Josie brought her tongue into play... It was time to end our kiss on her terms... In an instant, my boy-tongue had been pushed back into my own mouth and suppressed once more in defeat to her older, more powerful girl-tongue.
 
With the sound of two sticky things being pulled apart, her lips left mine and her hand left my crotch as we separated fully. I was crimson with the after effects of my exertion and embarrassed at being fondled again during the kiss in front of the other girls. Josie however, simply smiled and beamed with delight.
 
"You're a yummy kisser Phillipa," she giggled. "Now it's time for you to kiss Stephanie... go over and do as she asks..."
 
Licking my lips clean, and trying to get some sensation back into them after such a powerful kiss, I slowly walked over to where Stephanie was standing and looked into her still watery hazel coloured eyes and waited for my instruction. I saw her swallow and a look of nervousness come over her face. She looked lost for words. There was an uncomfortable silence in which I studied her face...
 
Stephanie wasn't the prettiest girl I had ever come face to face with, but there was a quiet charm about her that was difficult to explain. I found her more cute than pretty or attractive... She had a flattened kind of button nose, and occasionally her nostrils flared as she stared back at me. Her thin eyebrows were styled neatly and she had a couple of pale freckles on each cheek. I thought that if she would only smile, there would be something quite a bit more attractive about her.
 
I looked at her lips as I imagined kissing her and I was convinced I saw her silently mouth something to me... something like 'please don't...' before biting her bottom lip gently, the same way I normally did when I was shy.
 
"Come on Stephanie," I heard Caroline say with encouragement, appearing at our side as we stood facing each other. "Ask Phillipa to kiss you... it's your turn..." With that, I heard Suzanne, Josie and Anita giggle again and the tell-tale sound of the camera shutter begin to capture more images of me. "He's only a boy remember... and boys have to obey girls... Phillipa is waiting to show you what a great kisser he is..."
 
"Come on Sis..." Josie added in encouragement too, appearing to our other side and leaving Stephanie and I somehow enclosed between the two older girls. "Make him kiss you..." As I looked into Stephanie's eyes, I began to feel sorry for her... Right in front of me, I saw a single tear form and fall down her blushing crimson left cheek... At that moment, something triggered in my mind... Here was a girl afraid of kissing me despite having been a member of the Club for so long. Maybe she didn't like boys... or didn't find me attractive enough to want to kiss me... Maybe she was one of those girls that just liked other girls...
 
And although everything about obeying girls and admitting that they were superior to boys was still quite embarrassing and humiliating for me, I felt a gallant need to help this girl achieve her 'destiny' in dominating and ruling over boys. Even if that meant her being in command of me. This was the girls' club, and I kind of believed now that it was expected of me to help any girl practice their brand of young feminism on me. So what I did was, I reached out with my right hand and I wiped her tear off her cheek with my thumb...
 
"Ask me..." I said quietly but with sincerity as I looked into her eyes. "I don't mind Miss Stephanie... it's only a kiss... Ask me, and I'll obey you because you're a girl... And I know that girls are better than boys... I'll be brave, if you will..."
 
"Awww, how sweet of you Phillipa," Caroline said with praise. "You see Stephanie? Nothing to worry about at all is there?"
 
"B-but... he's a... a b-boy..." Stephanie whispered, another tear threatening to fall from her sorrowful looking eyes.
 
I tell you what, I wanted to kiss her so badly, just to put her at ease and stop her from worrying about kissing me. She looked so frightened as though this was going to be most awful thing in the whole world...
 
"It's okay Miss Stephanie," I said again with respect and trying to be reassuring. "Please, just ask me... it's only a kiss. I want to obey you because you're a girl and I admit that because you're a girl... that means you're superior to me... I know it's better to be a girl..." That second tear finally fell, and again, I rubbed my thumb over her cheek to whisk it away. She swallowed hard and focussed her attention into the sincere welcome of my eyes... I was quite impressed with how gallant I had been, and how brave I had been to 'ad-lib' some reassurance to my superior equivalent in front of me.
 
"K-kiss me... Phh-Phillipa..." Stephanie said, her voice wavering with indecisiveness. I smiled warmly at her, somehow genuinely pleased that she had been brave enough to ask me and wrestling with whatever turmoil filled her mind. Would it really be so bad to kiss a willing, obedient boy like me?
 
"I'm your slave boy, Miss Stephanie..." I offered softly. "Please fondle my little boy cock as much as you want..." Mindful not to scare Stephanie, I carefully positioned  myself and gently touched my lips to hers... It was the briefest, tentative 'welcome' kiss imaginable... But a kiss it was... Girl against boy... Both of us let out a gasp and braced ourselves for the next one...
 
Taking a long breath, I pushed my lips a little firmer onto Stephanie's and warmly smooched over hers. As the sound of Suzanne's camera filled my ears, I could tell that Stephanie was still quite reluctant to fully engage in the kiss I was offering. I noticed that she hadn't started to fondle my crotch just yet either. Josie noticed it too...
 
"Come on Sis..." Josie giggled... "Open up and let him kiss you properly... He's very yummy... And make sure to show him who's boss and touch his cock like he invited you to... Let him know that you own him right now... Take control... Feel his willy... feel him weaken for you..."
 
"Mmmgghh but..." Stephanie gasped in protest, pulling away from me... "He's a..."
 
"Yes, and boys obey girls, Stephanie... now make sure you show him who's in charge and make him obey you! It's only his cock... it's nothing special..." Josie encouraged more strictly this time, still 'coaching' at the side of us.
 
Stephanie sighed and slowly relented, allowing me to commence my kissing of her again, this time parting her lips slightly and letting me feel as though I was actually kissing a girl instead of an inanimate statue or doll. I could also taste a minty flavour in her mouth... That was something I was going to start doing... eating a mint before coming to Club in future.
 
I grunted a little as I felt her eleven year old palm press tentatively against my crotch... I began to tingle down there instantly as I surrendered to let her fondle me, parting my legs a little wider to allow her more access...
 
"Ohhhgghhh..." I gasped, my mouth smooching over Stephanie's, feeling her kiss back at me finally although not nearly as 'interested' as I was. As the camera clicked away, I felt Stephanie's hand grip the tingling bulge of my concealed cock and balls, and let go again... an act she repeated a few times. She wasn't rubbing me like her older sister had done, and she wasn't squeezing me either. She was... well, I wasn't sure what she was doing and I figured that despite her experience in the Club, she didn't really know what she wanted to do with a boy... It was a clumsy, reluctant mixture of squeezes and gropes with the occasional rub of her palm right across the front of my jeans and down towards my testicles.
 
"Good girl..." Caroline encouraged as she observed our kiss.
 
<kiss... smooch...>
 
<rub... squeeze... grope>
 
This was altogether a different kind of kiss to that I had been used to or trained to give during the week. It really felt as though I was leading everything and the reluctance and shyness of the girl I was expected to kiss was quite rewarding for me and my self confidence. Somehow, I felt as though I was actually more experienced than this girl even though my first kiss had been less than one hundred and twenty hours earlier.
 
I raised the stakes a little and swiped my tongue over Stephanie's lips before gently probing into her mouth...
 
"Mmmgghhh..." she protested weakly and I felt her body tense at the invasion of my tongue. After a moment or two, she seemed to relax and let me continue.
 
<kiss... swirl... kiss...>
 
<grope... squeeze... rub... squeeze...>
 
<kiss... lick... swirl...>
 
"This is sooo cool!" I heard Suzanne whisper as she clicked more pictures on her camera.
 
"Yeah, you want to be careful Emma!!" tittered Anita in quiet agreement. "Looks like you've got another love rival..."
 
"Mmmgghhh..." Stephanie tensed again in some sort of protest again.
 
"Keep going... There's something missing Stephanie... show him who's boss..." Caroline encouraged gleefully, to the giggling accompaniment of the younger girls.
I felt Stephanie place her free hand on the back of my head and gingerly pull my face a little harder onto hers... "Good girl... now, make sure you don't lose the game of tongue tennis to a boy!!"
 
It was my turn to nearly giggle as I continued to kiss her... The thought of an 'experienced' girl at Langton Magna Girl's Club needing to be encouraged in a girls against boys game of tongue tennis seemed ironic. So I mischievously decided to toy with her, seeking out her timid tongue and swirling mine around hers when she tried to move it away inside her mouth... I was taunting her with my tongue...
 
<kiss... smooch... SWIRL> my tongue pressed onto hers in a dizzy, wet swirl inside her mouth. I felt her exhale hard through her nose... it was more of a grunt.
 
<rub... grope... GROPE... SQUEEZE>
 
"Mmmmggghhh!!" I whined in shock as Stephanie punished me for my little teasing game. It was my turn to tense and I pulled my knees together as best I could. As I did so, I felt her squirming little tongue push hard against mine, forcing it out of her mouth in protest and then retreat just as quick.   
 
"Good girl Stephanie..." Josie cooed. "That's the way... just a little more... you've nearly got him... just a little more..."
 
Although the squeezing and groping had been uncomfortable, it didn't really hurt and instead, I was aware that I was not too far away from having a climax... I was still waiting for my first one of the day... So I relaxed my knees and parted them again for her and did what I had done when I kissed her older sister... I began to move my hips forward and back to see if I could make an orgasm happen. My tongue gently probed it's cautious way back into Stephanie's mouth to continue our game.
 
<kiss... swirl...>
 
<grope... rub... squeeze>
 
"That's it Sis... you're gonna make him cum soon..." Josie giggled... "Look at his hips go!"
 
I sensed Stephanie panic a little and she moved her hand away from my crotch and removed her hand from the back of my head. Before she was able to pull away and break the kiss, I managed to catch her tongue under mine and hold it in place within her mouth... As our lips parted, I realised that I had actually beaten a girl at tongue tennis...
 
'Wow,' I thought... 'I finally beat a girl... I can't wait to do that again!! Maybe if I beat her at arm-wrestling too, I'd get to look at the naked girls in the Book Of Boy Secrets...'
 
As she pulled away from me, I could see her blushing crimson and unable to look at me. It was as though she was ashamed and horrified at what she had done. What we had just done. It was as though the kiss was a terrible torment for her. It was another moment that tugged on my own emotions... Yeah sure, I had suffered a never ending series of harrowing humiliations at the hands of all of these girls. But this was the first time I had come across a girl who didn't seem to like interacting with me in some way. It was an alien feeling. I didn't know whether to feel ashamed of myself, or see it as a minor victory against the girls.
 
"Well done both of you... that was very sweet..." Caroline beamed. "Go back to your place Phillipa..."
 
"Yes Miss Caroline," I replied, obediently returning to my cushion and turned to face the other girls. I adjusted the erection concealed within my jeans and panties and stood at ease.
 
"Isn't Phillipa a delightful kisser Stephanie?" Caroline asked playfully. The younger girl couldn't bare to answer or even look at Caroline. "Answer me Stephanie... Is Phillipa a good kisser? Did you enjoy your first kiss with him?"
 
"I guess so... Miss Caroline..." Stephanie squeaked reluctantly, her blush seemingly never ending.
 
"Well let's find out..." Caroline smirked, looking over at me. I stood observing all this quite nonchalantly, kind of glad that I wasn't the actual focus of attention for now. I couldn't quite understand what was going on either... It was as though Stephanie had somehow been naughty and was paying the price for it with how Caroline was treating her.
 
Imagine my surprise then, when Caroline grabbed hold of Stephanie's shoulder, holding her in place and reached her free hand under the hem of the younger girl's dress... Under and upward... between her legs, clearly feeling Stephanie's privates.
 
"Noooo! Ngghhhh.... Please Miss Caroline... Stop it... Noooo!" Stephanie whimpered and tried to close her legs to stop the up-skirt invasion. She tried to squirm away, but the older girl was far stronger.
 
"Hmmmm... Oh yes... this naughty girl likes to kiss boys a lot more than she dares to admit... I can feel how excited you are... all warm and squishy!" Caroline giggled mischievously, removing her hand. The other girls seemed to giggle at Stephanie's expense, all except Emma. When she caught my eye, I saw her shrug slightly, on the verge of smiling... and then she seemed to mouth 'sorry' at me.
 
I had no idea what Emma could possibly want to be sorry about. I mean... it was me who betrayed her that morning and trespassed in the hut without permission. I had let HER down... More pressing to me was the curiosity I felt as to why one girl would want to touch the private parts of another girl like Caroline had just done to Stephanie.
Maybe that was something else yet to be revealed in the Big Book Of Boy Secrets...
 
Even more curious, I had made it this far into a Girls' Club meeting and I was still fully clothed...
 
'Maybe the worst really is over...' I thought.
 
"Okay, Phillipa..." Caroline announced, focussing her attention on me again. "We have a challenge for you now, and if you complete it successfully, there'll be a big reward for you... do you want to play?"
 
"Y-yes Miss Caroline..." I replied brightly. "I like to get rewards... I'm a good boy..."
 
"That you are... The reward will help answer some of your curiosities that you admitted when you were trespassing here earlier and going through our stuff... Would you like that?"
 
"Yes of course Miss Caroline..." I replied eagerly. Thoughts of getting to see inside the book of secrets and seeing naked girls flitted through me. All I had to do was be a good, obedient boy and pass the challenge...
 
"Good girl... Josie, please take the throne and get yourself nice and comfortable..." With that, Josie smirked and walked over to where Caroline The Hutt's garden chair throne was and sat herself down. The chair reserved for the leader, or girls of the leader's choosing only... Never for boys.
 
"Take your cushion over to where Josie is sitting and you kneel down in front of her, say something nice, then begin to worship her feet... Be extra nice as this is the first time you've been a slave for Josie..." Caroline instructed...
 
"Yes Miss Caroline..." I replied, blushing at the thought of the task ahead of me. Although it was not a new task, it didn't stop the shameful little thrill I felt pass through me as I bent down to collect my cushion and trudge obediently across the floor to where Josie was sat. As instructed, I placed my cushion down on the floor just in front of Josie's feet, then knelt down on my knees to look up at her.
 
As I kneeled on my cushion, I looked up into Josie's gleaming eyes and recognised the look of girlish pleasure on her face as she smiled down at me. I felt obliged to complete my 'picture' by submissively placing my hands behind my head. It felt like the right thing to do, and also to await some sort of official recognition from my older mistress... There was a brief pause and I bit my lip a little as I looked into her eyes.
 
"Well?" Josie said, a look of amusement channelling her features.
 
"Miss Josie... errm..." I began weakly, my voice creaky and unsure as I thought quickly about what 'something nice' actually meant and also making sure that what I said was measured and appropriate given the situation. "I'm a boy... and that means I am your slave... just like I'm a slave to all girls now." I locked the fingers of my hands tightly behind my head and maintaining focus. "I will obey you... not because you are older than me... but because you're a girl and I admit that girls are better than boys in every way... <blush> So, Miss Josie, please tell me what you wish me to do in order to worship your feet..."
 
"Yummy... I like you Phillipa..." Josie smirked with pleasure at my verbal offering. She appeared to be pleased, which could only be a 'good' thing for me. "I'm going to love having you as my slave boy... so Phillipa, you may begin by removing the trainer from my right foot..."
 
"Yes Miss Josie..." I said, looking down to her right foot and at her coffee brown coloured training shoe. It didn't have laces and wasn't a 'slip-on' shoe either. Instead, the shoe was fasted over the top of her foot with two Velcro strips... I unlocked my fingers behind my head and placed my fingers ready to unfasten the first of the Velcro strips...
 
"No... not like that Phillipa..." Josie interjected. "Put your hands back behind your head... there's a good girl..." I did so right away and looked with confusion up at my mistress. She saw my lack of understanding and curled her smile at one corner of her mouth and said, "Show me what an obedient boy you can be... use your mouth..."
 
My eyes 'saucered' wide at the request, but I didn't challenge it. I wanted to be a good boy. So I scooted back a little on my cushion to give me more room and I bent forward, allowing my face to make contact with the training shoe on her right foot... As I searched for the end of the first Velcro strip, I could smell the plasticky-suede aroma of the material that the shoe was made of. I'll never forget that smell. I could feel the warmth of my own breath reflecting back onto my face in the gap between my nose, mouth and her shoe.
 
After a brief search with my lips, I found the end of the first strap and opened my mouth a little to enclose it in between my teeth. I gripped it hard and began to move my head away and to the side, gradually forcing the Velcro fastening of the strip to part from the shoe... Of course, this task was accompanied by the 'crinkly-tearing' sound made by Velcro, and also the sound of the camera being used by Suzanne too.
 
With the first strip unfastened, I returned quickly to find the other strap before the first one could fall back into place and make me repeat the action further. With the second strip free, I received my next command...
 
"Good boy..." she cooed, leaning forward a little to pat my head gently like I was nothing more than an obedient lap dog. "Now you may use your hands to remove my shoe... and you'll see my bare naked foot!!" Her words were designed to mock me as if seeing her foot would be really thrilling for me... I guess that was one thing I would learn to experience. I do quite like feet now if they're clean. But then, I raised my eyebrows and set about my task with the least amount of fuss I could.
 
As Josie held her foot off the floor for me, I gripped her shoe at the heel and under the sole, tugging the training shoe off her foot. When her naked foot appeared, she giggled a little and wriggled her toes at me, making sure that I saw the aubergine coloured varnish coating her neatly clipped nails.
 
"Now smell inside my shoe Phillipa..." Josie instructed as I clutched the shoe in front of me. I raised the shoe to my face, with the foot-hole just in front of my nose. I held my breath and looked up into the girl's eyes, looking to see if she would actually let me off this task. I didn't want to do it... "Do it, smell it! Obey me like you said you would..." I moved the shoe closer to my nose and readied myself... "Go on... be a good little boy..."
 
'Oh gosh... not again... I'm going to have to breath... even just a little,' I thought with displeasure and bit the bullet. I closed my eyes and breathed in hard... a deep inhaling... quickly sensing the aroma from inside Josie's training shoe... I could hear her giggling at me as Suzanne captured more pictures with the camera.
 
"What a treat for a horny little worm like you... I can see the little bulge of your boy-worm is still there Phillipa!" Josie smiled. I couldn't have denied the tingling arousal I felt at what I was doing... This wasn't the first time.
 
The air I was breathing in from her trainer felt familiar in that it was still warm, having just been filled by her foot... The air inside felt moist too. It didn't smell nasty at all, it being another reminder that the girls were always clean. I got the familiar feeling of powerlessness, and enclosure too.
 
"Good boy... now put the shoe down and kiss my foot," she instructed, holding her foot out in front of me, encouraging me.
 
"Yes Miss Josie," I replied, placing the trainer down at the side of the chair. Positioning my hands in the same way I did when I was removing her trainer, I moved my face forwards and planted a kiss on the top of her foot, repeating it with another just on the front of her ankle...
 
"Mmmmm, yummy... that's it," she giggled, pleased with my obedience. But it wasn't enough... As I kneeled down before her, holding her foot and planting kisses on it, she moved her foot right up and planted the sole flat onto my face, covering my lips and my nose. "Smell my foot too... kiss it... all over, slave BOY... use your tongue as well..."
 
"Mmmgghhh," I managed to sound with a deep breath, "yes Miss Josie..." And so, I 
obediently breathed in again, my nostrils filling with her young female foot aroma... and I kissed and licked her foot and her toes too. I could smell that she was clean, though her foot was clammy and moist after being inside the discarded trainer. It felt shameful and naughty to be doing this with a girl's foot... Such intimate fragrances and beads of moisture 'entreating' my nostrils, my lips and my tongue.
 
"Yeah... good boy... Mmmmm... and between the toes... Do my toes too..." Josie sighed, somehow moving her foot so that her toes were pressing all over my mouth, encouraging me to lick her and run my tongue beneath her beautiful young feminine toe-digits. Bravely, I sucked each toe, lingering on the largest one of her right foot, suckling it like an oversized 'girl-flavoured' pear drop boiled sweet. Tangy, salty, girl-flavoured perspiration...
 
There was time for one last lingering swipe of my tongue along the underside of her foot before she pushed me away dismissively...
 
"Now, from the beginning, do the same for my left foot..." Josie commanded mischievously, amused at the expression of frustration and harassment on my face. But I obeyed... and pretty much followed the procedure for the removal of the second shoe and worship of her foot almost as though it were a mirror image slow motion replay.
 
When Josie was satisfied that I had completed my task, Caroline then spoke...
 
"Stephanie... it's your turn now to make Phillipa worship your feet... So be a good girl, and go over there and sit on top of the toy-chest..." Caroline watched the younger girl slope her shoulders with frustration and drag the heels of her flip-flop covered feet slovenly across the floor to where the toy-chest was... For some reason, she had not been asked to sit in the garden chair, but to be fair, Josie was still sat in it, a look of satisfied victory on her face. I noticed that Stephanie looked anxious, keen to look anywhere but at me as she shuffled up and placed her bottom down on top of the chest.
 
Turning to look at me, Caroline said,
 
"Phillipa, be a good boy and take your cushion over to where Stephanie is sitting and you kneel down in front of her, like you did for Josie... Remember, this is the first time you have been a slave for her too... Be very nice to her and make sure she knows how willing and obedient you can be!" Caroline ordered, mischievousness in her voice. "Then worship her feet too..."
 
So, I moved myself and my cushion over to where Stephanie sat on top of the toy chest and I looked up at her once I was kneeling down with my hands planted behind my head. The girl sat with her knees close together so I couldn't see anything that I shouldn't and stopping me from looking up her summer dress. She finally locked her eyes on mine and I noticed that she still looked a little teary and distressed. Again, I felt some sort of subconscious need to help her in her quest to dominate me... to realise her superiorities over me just by being a girl.
 
"Errrm... Miss Stephanie..." I began, clearing my throat and not really sure what I could say to make the girl more at ease. "Because I'm a boy... it means that I am your slave too... Boys have penises between their legs and it's our biggest weakness... It's why girls are able to control us so easily... <blush>" I continued. I noticed that Stephanie frowned at what I said and also began to blush as hard as me. "Errm... Miss Stephanie, it's better to have a vulva and vagina and cl-clitoris between your legs... Girls are superior and I want to obey you... You own my penis... I am your slave boy... Please tell me what you wish me to do in order to worship your feet..."
 
Stephanie looked at me, a scowl of anger on her face as her eyes narrowed. I saw another single tear escape her eyes. I felt awful that I might have said the wrong thing. Right then, all I wanted to do was make her happy.
 
"T-take off my f-fff-flip-flops and k-kiss my feet...<sniffle>" she replied nervously, tentatively pushing both of her feet out towards me. The flip-flops barely counted as a shoe in all honesty, it was just a padded sole with a simple toggle and thin strap over the top. The toggle was designed to sit between the big toe and it's neighbour to hold the flip-flop in place. They were the kind of thing that people wore at the beach or around a swimming pool or as a simple garden house deck shoe.
 
"Yes Miss Stephanie," I said, leaning forward to allow my teeth to grip the end of the flip-flop. I sensed the girl tense her body with horrified embarrassment that a boy was so close to her feet. I was close enough to see that her nails were painted with a pink coloured varnish, though her actual nails were not nearly as neatly clipped as her older sister.
 
"Nnngghhhh..." I heard Stephanie wince as my teeth gripped the first flip flop and begin to wrestle it from her foot. With the skin of her feet being fully exposed already, I found her skin to be quite a bit cooler and drier, feeling almost dusty against my nose. With the first flip-flop clear of the girl's foot, I repeated the task with the second one.
 
I waited a little while to see if there was a further command and I kneeled back upright to see Stephanie sat there with her eyes closed and her face scrunched up with a horrified, tearful frown. She was bracing herself for something terrible...
 
"Do it Phillipa," Caroline instructed from behind me. "Kiss her feet... show her what a nice obedient little slave boy you have become..."
 
"Y-yes Miss Caroline," I breathed softly, leaning forward and taking Stephanie's left foot in my hands... I moved my face to her skin and pushed my nose and lips down onto the top of her foot... I kissed her softly there and began to breath in the natural fragrances of her skin. Despite being a lot drier, the skin of Stephanie's foot was still quite soft and pliable and tender. I kissed a little harder on her ankle and then worked back down towards her toes, allowing the point of my nose to gently probe the small gaps between each one. It smelled slightly more mature and cheesy between her toes, but I pressed on...
 
I held her foot flat out in front of me and began to kiss the sole of her foot. I gently poked my tongue out and circled it a couple of times in a tickling lick... The effect was that the girl seemed to shiver and try so hard to stop herself from letting out the briefest of giggles.
 
"No! Don't lick me Phillipa..." Stephanie protested with a mortified, pained squeak. "Nnnngghgh... no! Just k-kiss me there and... oh god... this shouldn't be happening..." Her voice trailed off to a horrified whisper. She just couldn't relax. She seemed so embarrassed when it should have been me, the slave boy who felt all of the negative emotions.
 
Undeterred, I kissed the heel of her foot, and planted more kisses all over the sole, working my way back to her toes.
 
"Good boy Phillipa," I heard Caroline praise me as her younger sister fired another photograph of me kissing this other girl's foot. "She's beginning to like it now <giggle>... aren't you Stephanie? Come on, make him obey you... tell Phillipa to suck your toes too..."
 
"Oh no, please!" Stephanie quickly whined. "Don't... please... he's a boy!"
 
"You fucking well say it Stephanie!" Suzanne suddenly barked, cutting off the other girl's protest and stamping her foot. The sudden shouting made me jump too. "Phillipa may well be a boy... but BOYS obey GIRLS... Girls are in charge... so make him obey you!"
 
"Okay, okay Sis," Caroline giggled at her younger sister, almost surprised by the outburst. "You don't have to be so loud all the time... Stephanie... make Phillipa obey you... don't be so shy and modest..."
 
I gulped, this whole situation seemed surreal, and kind of awkward... My mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts except that which is now probably so obvious to you dear reader. I couldn't understand why this girl, a full member of the Girl's Club, was seemingly so reluctant to take every opportunity to control me or humiliate me or take her rightful place as my conqueror. All the other girls seemed to enjoy dominating a boy like me... but I didn't understand why she seemed so reluctant. After all, this was her second year as a member.
 
"O-oh-o-kay... Ph-Phillipa... su-suck my toes," Stephanie said quietly, her nervousness apparent to me. "J-just a little... though..."
 
"Mmmm-hmmm..." I sighed obediently. "Yes Miss Stephanie..." With that, I allowed a couple of her toes to enter my mouth and I ran my tongue over the top and bottom and over the nail... I slid my tongue into the gaps between her toes and began to suck on them like they were mildly salted peanuts. Her big toe wasn't quite as pleasant, confirming my suspicion that wearing flip-flops could lead to dusty skin... I dared not call it 'dirty' while I was sucking on it though. I pushed and pulled the big-toe into and out of  my mouth, making sure to cover all of it. The other girls giggled at what I was doing in front of them, while Stephanie just seemed to cringe and whimper with disgust.
 
And yes, I did the same for Stephanie's other foot...
 
Caroline in particular was pleased with me and I was praised well for being a good obedient slave boy. I was then ordered back to my usual position in the hut, standing at the side of my cushion.
 
"It's time for Phillipa to have small reward now for being such a good boy so far and trying so hard to make up for being naughty earlier when we caught him..." Caroline announced proudly giving me a warm, comforting smile. "Stephanie, hop down off the chest and remove your panties please... there's a good girl..." As she stepped in between where I was standing and where Stephanie was, I kind of gathered that Stephanie was now even more concerned about what was about to happen. "Come on... it's time for you to show Phillipa what you look like down there..."
 
I swallowed hard and my head began to feel a little dizzy and hot... This was what I had been waiting to discover for most of the week... what a girl looked like between the legs... what I had now been conditioned to believe made a girl superior to a boy! My own genitals tingled and pulsed in expectation of this 'treat.' I mean, I had tried so hard all week to get the opportunity to either see Emma naked... or just see some pictures of naked girls in the Big Book Of Boy Secrets... Now a girl from the Club was taking her panties off and was about to show me her... 'girl thing...' - a real live vulva and vagina... whatever that actually looked like.
 
Given how Caroline blocked my view, I didn't actually see Stephanie take off her panties, other than the filling out of her summer dress as her hands fiddled about underneath. I could only see the very edges of the dress fall back down into place once the panties had emerged from under it. Quickly, Stephanie handed the panties to Caroline who then turned and handed them to me...
 
I looked down and studied the panties. First off, they were cotton, and they were pink in colour. At the top of the waistband at the front was a small darker pink bow, and they had a grey teddy bear motif on the very front, right where I imagined a girl's actual thing... Stephanie's actual girl thing, would reside. I swallowed again in my excitement as I held the panties. The material was warm from the girl's body heat...
 
'Actual girl's knickers!!' I thought gleefully inside. 'In my hands!' It felt so naughty to hold them... a real girl's knickers... the warmth of them... the feminine feel of the material.
 
"Go on... smell them Phillipa..." Caroline smiled at me.
 
"But... that's naughty..." I replied dumbly... "Miss-"
 
"It's okay... we don't mind... Smell them... You've earned it... We know you liked Natasha's the other day..." With that, Natasha giggled along with Anita. "You're a boy and it's quite natural... the Big Book Of Boy Secrets explains it all... Boys just get addicted to the scent of a girl, either on her fingers or more commonly in their panties... It's just another little boy weakness that girls can use to tame you... <giggle>"
 
Blushing scarlet and embarrassed at what the girls had said, I knew I was already addicted. I tentatively held the panties up to my face and I began to breath in and out, sniffing at the material... It was exciting, getting to sniff another real girl's panties... But the smell wasn't quite the same this time... Pressing the different parts of the panties to my nose and breathing in and out several times, there wasn't really any one particular smell that stood out. I tried smelling the front of the panties... and then the slightly padded material of the crotch lining too...
 
Although very exciting to feel the warmth of the panties, apart from the sweet washing detergent aroma signifying pretty fresh panties, I could only really detect a faint scent of dry pee... and even then, that was above where the crotch lining pad was... This was an odd pair of panties, even in my limited experience. They were quite unlike what I had been forced to sample the last time I came to Club.
 
"Do they smell nice Phillipa?" Josie asked from the other side of the hut.
 
"They're okay I guess Miss Josie," I replied, turning to acknowledge her question and nodding slightly. "They're not nasty or anything..."
 
"What did you smell on them?" she asked again.
 
"Nothing really," I lied, trying not to embarrass Stephanie... "Maybe a little dried on pee at the front... but that happens to everyone I'm sure..."
 
"Oh really?" Caroline interjected. "Young Stephanie here is a bit of a sloppy pants... as Phillipa has pointed out..."
 
"Miss Caroline, no! Please! That's not what I said," I protested on the other girl's behalf. It looked like she had been through enough already, despite me being desperate to see her 'girl thing.' "Surely everyone has a bit of dried on..."
 
"Oh shush Phillipa! We know what you meant... now be quiet and enjoy your treat..." Caroline said, turning to face Stephanie and move to stand at the younger girl's side.
"Now, take off your pretty sun dress and show Phillipa what a special little girl looks like... He's been desperate to see what a cute young girl like you looks like down there..."
 
I swallowed hard and braced myself for the thrill of finally seeing a girl's private parts... I didn't know whether to lick my lips with anticipation or bite my lip with nerves... I didn't know whether I would like what I saw or whether I would find it ugly.
 
'It can't be any more ugly than a dumb, stupid willy like I've got,' I thought wistfully. As my heart raced with anticipation, I was telling myself that this was serious and not something to be laughed at, like some of the girls had laughed at my privates. This was 'study time,' a rare opportunity to actually see my very first set of girl's private parts. I wouldn't waste it by laughing or giggling or closing my eyes like a sissy. I was going to look and take in every detail...
 
I watched Stephanie closely... The poor thing was terrified and I thought about stepping in and telling her not to bother taking her dress off... but I really, really wanted to see. So I watched her face crinkle with shame and her face flush crimson with the humiliation of preparing to take off her dress and expose herself to me... To show her girl parts to a BOY!
 
"Off, off, off!" I heard Anita begin to chant, encouraging the other girls to join in.
 
"Off... off... off!" Suzanne, Anita, Natasha and Josie all chanted gleefully.
 
As Stephanie began to lift the hem of her dress, I began to wonder what she had actually done to be the one member who showed me what a girl looked like between the legs... Why had she been crying, why was she so embarrassed and grouchy with me? Why were the other girls seemingly so 'off' with her too? Those thoughts were quickly usurped and replaced by my lucid imaginings of what I was about to see...
 
I imagined a little hole somehow in a girl's crotch instead of a penis... I thought maybe a vagina looked like the little tiny slit at the tip of my own penis... I imagined a pair of lips instead of my ball sack... I actually imagined the lips of a mouth, down there at a girl's crotch... maybe that's what a girl's vulva looked like... And in the mix of conflicting thoughts and images in my mind, I imagined a tiny little penis somewhere along the crotch of a girl... that little equivalent of a boy's penis that felt good to touch for a girl and helped make her have a nice feeling... But I just couldn't imagine what it all looked like combined. All I knew was, the girls had described a girl's private parts as a 'work of art.'
 
"Off... off... off!" the excited chant continued in the hut.
 
My mind raced with anticipation, and I clenched my fists with the excitement as Stephanie lifted the hem of her dress above her kneecaps... So close to seeing the answer to my questions appear right before my eyes and I shifted from foot to foot, preparing myself for the event.  
 
"Here it comes Phillipa!" Caroline giggled. "You're going to love this!"
 
"Off... off... off!"
 
And then... my world began to fall apart... again.
 
With my mouth open in hopeful anticipation, my expression quickly changed to one of horror at the revelation... Stephanie had finally lifted the material of her dress clear of her hips and crotch... But what I saw was not a little hole, or the pouting lips of a vulva I had allowed myself to imagine. It wasn't the 'work of art' I had been promised at all... Instead, unveiled before my eyes was a hairless, pre-pubescent, stiff little penis and a wrinkly little scrotum nestled underneath...
 
'Wh-what?' I thought with disbelief. 'What's happened? St-Stephanie has a willy... Oh the poor thing... she's a girl with a willy... oh bless her...' For a moment, I felt sorry for her... she was an imperfect girl... stuck with a wriggly little 'badge of shame' between her legs... Just like a boy. My mouth gaped open and I heard the other girls begin to giggle, with Suzanne giggling the loudest as she captured the scene in front of her with her camera. <click>
 
And then, as if by magic, well... the sound of the giggling girls kind of flipped the switch in my mind... I came to realise that Stephanie wasn't a girl who was 'just unlucky to have a willy.' She, was a he... Stephanie was a boy... A god-damned fucking BOY!
 
"Ta-da!" Caroline cheered as the dress was fully removed from 'Stephanie's' body and folded neatly. And so, fully revealed... a bare naked boy called 'Stephanie...' skinny, hairless and sporting an erection from his crotch. His face was as crimson as I could imagine possible. He looked full of sorrow... and humiliation. I felt exactly the same... only I wasn't the one naked.
 
"B-but that can't be!" I exclaimed weakly, finding my mouth dry and my heart sinking. "Stephanie's a girl... she has to be a girl! I kissed her... SHE felt my willy... I kissed her feet... I sucked her... toes... She HAS to be a girl... she HAS to!!" I was in denial and trying really hard not to run screaming out of the hut like a banshee and back into the exile of my room. My arousal had diminished in a flash...
 
I looked briefly at Emma, who could only shrug at me again and mouth 'sorry.' I looked back at 'Stephanie,' totally mortified. The apparition of bare naked boyishness was still there.
 
"You even smelled her panties!" Suzanne giggled at me with a tone of superiority. "And discovered that he's a sloppy pants boy... just like all boys!! Sloppy pants, sloppy pants!" she teased.
 
"Shut up!" I shot back quickly without thinking. "How could you do this? It's horrible!" I felt awful... sick even... as I recalled kissing 'her' and the kind of charming innocence and inexperience of the kiss I imagined her feeling. I now realised that 'she' had been feeling terror and shame while we kissed... I recalled 'her' touching me... on my privates... 'She' must have hated that... Worst of all, I recalled kissing 'her' feet... sucking 'her' toes... and smelling 'her' panties...
 
And then I felt so stupid, and so dumb... Stephanie was a boy all along and I didn't notice. As I looked at 'her,' stood there with 'her' boy parts all stiff and on show like that, 'she' still looked quite girlish from the tummy upwards... 'Her' face still had an air of femininity about it... the light make up, the trimmed eyebrows, the very girlish cap on 'her' head. I was angry with myself for not recognising 'her' as a boy... How could I have been so stupid??
 
"Phillipa... meet Stephen..." Caroline beamed gleefully at me. "Or Stephanie, to use her Girls' Club name..."
 
"I'm Stephen..." the boy finally said as quietly and as gruffly as he could despite his voice not having shown any sign of breaking just yet. "I'm NOT a GIRL!" He looked so ashamed, as well he might. I knew the shame only to well, only I felt a different kind of shame right now... I'd now kissed a boy... and although I didn't know he was a boy at the time, I had liked it. But now I knew the truth, I hated that kiss... It felt like a scar that would always be there... I subconsciously wiped my lips with the back of my hand. My mouth could not forget the taste of 'her' toes and feet... suddenly, I felt as though I had been eating cheese.
 
'But I like girls...' I started to wrestle my different thoughts and justifications in my mind. 'I'm not gay... I don't want to be gay... I like girls... I want Emma...' Despite still being fully clothed, I felt so humiliated... not only for myself, but also for this other boy.
 
'God... What have I just done? And done with another boy?' I kept thinking. 'I snogged a boy! Euch...' I wanted to spit it all out... I kept thinking about the minty flavour of 'his' kiss. And up until the point I had seen his private parts and realised he was actually a boy, I had kind of enjoyed it all too... How could I not see the signs? How could I not tell he was really a boy? I felt so sick. I looked at Emma again in horror and saw her biting her lip and looking at me, watching my 'inner meltdown...' Her expression told me (truthfully) that she had been powerless to stop this... Despite being a girl, and a full member of this club, this 'event' was not actually Emma's doing.  
 
For a few surreal and slow motion moments, my thoughts recalled Episode 6, Return of the Jedi when the rebel fleet approaches the second Death Star with a view to destroying it. The mon-calamari, Admiral Ackbar turning in his seat and calling out,
 
'It's a trap!'
 
Oh no... This wasn't just Luke Skywalker finding out that his father is Darth Vader in The Empire Strikes Back... This was now like Luke Skywalker finding out that Princess Leia is his sister... and he had kissed her when he shouldn't have. Actually no, it was worse. I didn't have a comparison for it at the time, being only eleven. I knew I should have run away... but to where? Who would I run to? I'd already discovered that my mother was a previous member of this Club... and a fully paid up associate who practiced and nurtured female superiority. I mean... she had allowed Emma to bathe me... and all the other things... My mind recalled Emma's words the from the previous meeting I attended... 'Mummy won't help you...'
 
I felt locked in... trapped and being sucked into this new world I had 'discovered.' I had very few choices and the good choices, or the good decisions, like running away, somehow held more uncertainty for me than just staying put and toughing it all out. Surely my dad would come to the rescue? Surely he would come and rescue me... and 'Stephanie...'
 
'Daddy...' I thought mournfully.
 
"Okay Stephanie... move your cushion next to Phillipa's and then 'sit..'" Caroline instructed the naked boy opposite me. Solemnly, Stephen bent down to pick up his cushion and then moved over to where I was stood, placing his cushion down. Showing the kind of obedience that I had now grown accustomed to myself, he kneeled down gently onto his cushion. I watched with empathy as he moved his knees apart, locked his ankles over each other behind him, and finally placed his hands on top of his head...
 
'Stephanie' was now in the 'sit' position. It looked kind of strange watching another boy being ordered around like that by a girl. It was normally happening to me. I couldn't stop myself from sneaking a glance down at his penis... his hairless little badge of boyishness, still semi-hard and poking out from his exposed groin. I noticed right away that his penis was different looking to mine. He was a circumcised boy... the purple-grey tip of his freely exposed glans looked angry and I reasoned that my own penis looked a little bit like that when I had my foreskin drawn all the way back.
 
Looking further up his taut body, Stephen was blushing hard, and almost as though he could break out into tears at any moment. I recalled that this was his second year as a member of the Girls' Club (obviously a junior member, such was the revelation a few moments previously) and he wore a look of somebody who had never quite come to terms with his role as a junior member. Bare bollock naked and 'obediently' on display in front of a room full of girls... Despite his period of service so far, it looked like he still hated it. I wasn't sure whether that boded well for me or not. Of course, there were times when I hated it too... but also times when I 'loved' it... or at least, hated it less. No... I admit it, I liked it a lot when I was made to feel good...
 
I then began to worry that there were still yet more horrors to be revealed to me after all and I had actually not reached anywhere near hitting a 'rock bottom' moment.
 
"Okay Phillipa..." Josie refocused my attention from my musings, stepping into view just off to my right hand side. "It's willy time for you too... <giggle> Let's get you all yummy and naked as well... Shoes first... then you're t-shirt... and then your jeans..."
 
"Oh, errrm... Miss Josie," I began quietly, my voice creaking. "I don't really feel all that well... perhaps I should... go..."
 
"Nonsense sweety..." she smiled back at me, instantly aware of my deception. "It's just all the excitement of meeting Stephanie for the first time... You'll feel better when you're naked too... I promise... Now, get your shoes off... slave boy!" Her tone hardened at the end and her eyes pierced into mine... I didn't have a choice... I knew that the girls had all the power to make me strip naked and obey them... It was always on the agenda that I was going to get naked and obey them again...
 
"Yes... M-Miss Josie," I replied, my voice barely a whisper. And right away, I kneeled down on my left knee and unfastened the laces of my right trainer. Slipping it off, I started the now familiar pile of boyish clothes that would symbolise my latest journey towards becoming a nudie slave boy again for a room full of excitable, grinning girls. Changing knees, I did the same with my left trainer.
 
"Strip... strip... strip!!" Suzanne commenced her well trodden girlish chant as I continued my task. Stripping in front of girls never seemed to get easier for me at the actual moment when I was having to do it... And my heart was thumping hard inside my chest, while my breathing was deep and laboured... The teasing chants just added to the sense of powerlessness and humiliation. So naturally, my cheeks were aflame too at the prospect of getting nude in front of all of those girls again... But now of course, joining another already naked boy too...
 
"Good boy..." Josie said softly... brimming with the controlled confidence of a girl well practiced in her command of a pliable young male. "When you're done, I want you in 'welcome' position..."
 
"Strip... strip... strip!" I heard Suzanne and some of the other girls continuing to chant in teasing encouragement. Of course, they soon began to clap in time with the chanting, exacerbating my feelings of vulnerability and shame still further.
 
Next, it was time to lift up my left leg and wrestle briefly with the blue sock covering my foot... I was still quite clumsy at balancing when taking my socks off and I nearly lost my balance as I hobbled on one foot... Finally I managed to remove it and I neatly placed it inside the foot hole of my left trainer. After planting my now naked left foot onto the floor of the hut, I sighed and repeated the process to remove my right sock...
 
"Strip, strip, strip!" <clap... clap... clap...>
 
Again, there was the sensation of previously warm, sock-enclosed feet now bare and planted on the cool floor of the hut, the first indicator to me that I really was getting naked again at the command of all the girls. My toes wriggled nervously as I looked at Josie, on the off chance that there would be a reprieve. I was stalling a little... buying time to rationalise my thoughts. It was becoming part of my routine... small little details that I performed over and over again... my default stripping routine.
 
"Now your t-shirt Phillipa..." she smirked like the cat who got their paws into a vat of fresh cream.  
 
"Yes Miss Josie..." I relented.
 
"Strip... strip... strip!" the other girls continued to chant and clap at me as they watched me denude myself.
 
I gripped the bottom of my dark blue t-shirt and began to lift it upward... There was the familiar sensation of the cool air inside the hut swirling across my tummy... my navel and then my rib cage...
 
"Strip... strip... strip..." I heard as my arms passed clear of the arm-holes in my t-shirt and I folded it carefully, stalling for time again, before placing it on top of my trainers next to my cushion.
 
"Good girl..." Josie sighed, looking up and down my torso, judging me. "I just know you're gonna look so cute when you're fully nude... So, carry on... your jeans next... take 'em off... slave boy!" With my embarrassment apparent for anyone watching, I began to work my fingers around the button of my jeans...
 
<pop> I managed to work the button free of the hole and I gripped the zipper of my jeans, ready to pull it down. Josie was staring right at me... into my eyes, almost teasing me that I was stripping for her... like it was her private show, even though all the other girls were there watching too.
 
<ziiiip> I pulled the zipper downward... and moved my hands into the waistband of the jeans, ready to pull them down...
 
"Strip... strip... strip!"
 
'The Force will be with you, always...' I heard Obi Wan Kenobi whisper in my mind... giving me the strength to continue. I took a deep breath and began to pull my jeans down... knowing that by doing that, the girls would see that I was obediently wearing the panties they had given me last time...
 
'The odds of a boy surviving a Langton Magna Girls' Club meeting without getting naked...' I heard C-3PO call out to me... 'is seven hundred and fifty three thousand, to one...'
 
'Never tell me the odds!! Golden Rod...' Han Solo concluded... as I continued to pull them down, over my knees and off my ankles at the bottom. I knew that the girls could see my light blue girlish panties... The chanting suddenly stopped and I could hear a couple of them giggle quietly and gasp at the sight of a boy taking his jeans off and ending up in front of them in just his knickers... I folded the jeans neatly and added them to the pile...
 
"Good girl!" Caroline called out with glee. "You remembered your panties!!"
 
"Phillipa's a panty-boy... Phillipa's a panty-boy!" Suzanne teased loudly in a sing song voice that made Anita, Natasha and Josie giggle along with her.
 
The giggling and commotion stopped as I moved my hands to my sides... in the 'welcome' position. I looked at Josie sincerely, my face crimson, second guessing what would happen next... All of a sudden, the meeting was starting to take on it's usual format...
 
Josie was smirking at me... not into my eyes this time... but instead, right at my pantied crotch... I knew I was bulging at the front a little and I clenched my teeth to try and manage my shame. That said, I was experiencing some mild relief that I wasn't fully naked just yet... unlike the other boy. But this was just a brief, nonetheless humiliating lull. Would it be better to be fully naked right then, or suffering the indignity of wearing panties belonging to a girl and designed to fit a girl's private parts instead of my own embarrassing appendages?
 
"Wow-wee!" Josie beamed. "You girls weren't kidding... what a wonderful specimen we have here..." I kind of felt like I was being described as some sort of rare zoo animal held in captivity. Just an object to be ogled. "He's soooooo yummy looking!" I swallowed as I watched Josie stare at me, and then her eyes locked onto mine again...
"Today is my turn to pull your panties down... Are you gonna be a brave little girl?" Josie whispered...  
 
"Y-es... I th-think so Miss Josie," I replied truthfully and equally as quiet. I swallowed hard. "I hope..."
 
"Well... I'm the only girl here who hasn't seen your wee-willy-winkie yet... and that's not really fair is it?"
 
"I guess not, Miss Josie..." I replied nervously.
 
"Good... And it's not really fair on Stephanie that he's the only naked boy around here right now either is it?" Josie continued, circling around me with an imaginary piece of string and tying me in knots... her line of questioning was well planned.
 
"No Miss Josie... I guess not..." my voice quietly cracking.
 
"Then you must want me to pull down your panties and look at your willy and make things all fair and square for us girls, and you boys too... hmmm? You're ready to be a nudie boy again... aren't you? You want to be like Stephanie is right now next to you..."
 
"Yes... Miss Josie..." I blushed... casting my glance sideways a little out of the corner of my eye to catch another glimpse of 'Stephanie...'
 
"Awww... you look so sweet when you blush Phillipa... But you really don't have to be shy or so modest around us... We're girls, not savages... You have a nice little bulge there in your panties... I can't wait to see what's inside, all naked and yummy looking... I just love looking at and playing with nudie boys... Are you gonna be my new nudie slave boy Phillipa?"
 
"Yes..." I replied, looking down at the floor... "Miss Josie..."
 
"Look up at me... remember the rules..." she cautioned me, and I obeyed reluctantly.
"Very well... Put your hands behind your head and into 'surrender' position... feet apart slightly... that's it... good boy..." I complied, moving my hands to the back of my head, and steadying myself with my feet apart. I was starting to tingle with excitement again at the thought of what was going to happen over the next few moments...
 
"Good boy... now, admit to me why you will obey me and become my new nudie slave boy..."
 
"I will obey you, because... you're a girl... Miss Josie..." I replied quietly with obvious shame. "And that means you're superior to me in every way... <blush> I'm just a boy... with a penis dangling between my legs and..."
 
"Dream on!" Suzanne giggled dismissively and interrupting my latest betrayal of the male gender. "You're not long enough to dangle... It 'rests' between your legs... right there above your puny little ball bag... stop lying!"
 
"S-sorry..." I blushed with shame at what the girls perceived about the size of my private parts. I felt so small in more ways than one... "I have a puh-p-penis... resting between my legs... and that's my biggest weakness. As with ALL boys, my penis is as worthless as a worm... and it belongs to girls... Girls can control our penises better than we can ourselves... It's better to be a girl... and..." 
 
"Good... that's enough for now Phillipa..." Josie giggled at my thorough self debasement... "Now beg me to pull your knickers down so that the girls can all see your little willy... Beg me to turn you into a nudie boy like Stephanie again..." Josie grinned, turning the screw and staring right into my eyes. I could tell that she was enjoying her power over me and watching me squirm with discomfort. Despite travelling down this path several times before over the course of this week, each girl seemed to know how to ratchet up the level of humiliation and doom I felt about every task I had to perform...
 
"Please... Miss Josie... Please pull down my knickers and... t-turn me into a nudie boy again... Just like S-Stephanie..." I uttered with shame. "Please show the girls my little willy..."
 
"Mmmmm... good boy... Now then, let's see what all the fuss is about..." With that, she knelt down in front of me and positioned her hands on the insides of the elastic waistband of my light blue girlish panties. My muscles tensed in my limbs and my tummy. I got that queasy feeling again as the next moment of truth was upon me. It was happening again... that horrible moment where I was about to lose my last shred of clothing... My boy parts about to be exposed to girls... those representatives of the opposite sex... about to see all of mine. It always made my stomach churn...
 
I tried hard not to close my eyes as I anticipated my latest shaming in the Girls' Club hut...
 
It was a feeling like sitting naked on the undulating horse of a fairground carousel... surrounded by clothed girls on horses bigger, faster and more colourful than mine... I knew that I wanted to cover myself up and get off the ride to run away to the safety of my bedroom... to my Star Wars toys... But instead, the carousel spun only faster and faster... the teasing 'striptease' music booming from the steam powered fairground organ... The clothed girls staring and pointing at me, squealing louder and louder with laughter and glee. The nudie slave boy... powerless to stop it all.
 
I took the biggest breath I could and steadied myself against the familiar feelings of fear and embarrassment I recognised as emotional companions again... The excitement of it all washed through me too in that swirling sexual paradox. I felt the butterflies dancing inside my belly... my young heart thumping away in my chest, trying to give me spirit and courage. My crotch was tingling... a girl was about to pull down my knickers and look at my willy! So many girls about to see 'me' again.
 
As Josie began to tug the waistband of my panties downward, I interlocked the fingers of my hands behind my head even tighter, managing my shame and desire to run as I rode this latest white knuckle carousel. As I gritted my teeth in my mouth, I could feel the heat of the blush in my cheeks too as I surrendered to let the older girl, strip down my panties in front of five other fully clothed girls... and one already fully naked boy.
 
Josie's attention had switched fully to stare at my crotch as the panties moved down quickly... exposing my hairless pubis to her. Pausing her denuding of me for a moment, I saw her grin smugly upon recognising the total immaturity of my pre-pubescent condition... Another sign of her superiority over me.
 
I almost wanted to cry but I was determined not to give the girls that satisfaction again. I held strong, as Josie recommenced the downward tug on my panties. This time, my buttocks slipped out from their covering and I felt the familiar cool air bathing my backside...
 
"Off... Off... Off!" Suzanne led the chanting, joined amiably by Anita and Natasha.
 
It felt like slow motion... my tingling penis now semi-hard as it was about to be exposed by a girl again for the young feminist audience. I saw Josie's tongue poke out slightly from between her lips and lick first over her top lip and then the lower one before sliding back into her mouth as her grin of concentration and confidence broadened.
 
"Off... off... off..." went the girls... <click> went the camera...
 
"Mmmm... Ngghh... oh god..." I gasped and whimpered, feeling Josie's fingers wriggling inside the fabric of my panties, the root of my penis now exposed. 
 
"Mmmm... still as bald as a baby boy down there I see Phillipa... just like Stephanie is... We'll soon find out which one of you is the most like a baby... <giggle>" Josie teased...
 
<yank> Suddenly, it really was happening...
 
"NO! Nngggghhh!! Oh god... nooo!!" I sighed with resignation as I felt the panties being pulled outward, over the root and glans of my penis... Thereafter, the panties quickly fell to the floor at my ankles... I was exposed again... fully... another bare naked willy on show for the girls... "Oh god..." I whispered to myself as the chanting stopped...
 
Time seemed to stand still for a few very lonely feeling, humiliating seconds. Time to acclimatise to my latest nudie adventure.
 
'We're doomed...' I heard C-3PO relent in my mind. 'Phillipa is fluent in over six million forms of humiliation...'
 
The silence was replaced with girlish cheering and jeers of derision... my boy parts in full view to them all... Even Emma was smirking at my privates. I kind of forgave her for that... I was in love with her and I guessed it was just natural, whether they liked the boy or not, that girls would find looking at naked boys funny, or a source of some pleasure.
 
"There you are..." Josie beamed, her stare focussed on my bare naked boy-shaped crotch... in it's hairless, preteen glory. "A little stiffy to match Stephanie's too!! <giggle>" At that moment, the muscle at the base of my penis flexed on it's own and my cock bobbed slightly in front of me... I was so embarrassed. All the girls saw it... It served as another reminder of how our penises were such major weaknesses in the battle of the sexes. "Whoa!! <giggle> Steady on there, little boy... I might have to put a leash on that!"
 
<flick>
 
"Owwww! No, don't Miss Josie... please!" I protested and flinched as her index finger flicked at the glans of my cock, making it bob up and down again under duress. It merely brought a more raucous chorus of girlish giggles at my expense...
 
"Don't be such a little baby... Now step out of your panties, hand them to me... and then 'sit' down on your cushion next to Stephanie..." Josie instructed. Eager to avoid any more 'flicks' to my privates, I quickly obeyed, bending down to pick up the discarded panties and handed them to Josie. She put them into the plastic bag at the side of Suzanne's cushion...
 
Like the boy next to me, I kneeled down on my cushion, knees apart, with ankles locked over one another behind me... I placed my hands on top of my head, and blushed... Aware for the first time that there were now two fully naked boys, kneeling in the 'sit' position side by side... ogled by six fully clothed girls of Langton Magna Girls' Club...
 
I should imagine that it represent a perfect display of young female domination.
 
"There we are girls..." Caroline said victoriously, as the girls took their places, sitting Indian style on their cushions. She resumed her position on her garden chair throne, surveying the scene in front of her proudly, like a supreme leader and Queen addressing her empire... Her ample thirteen year old chest thrust forward to emphasise her feminine authority. "The destiny that we were promised and that we planned for is now here... and it's taken less than a week... Nineteen eighty six will go down as a fantastic year <giggle>... It's just a shame that Alison and Elizabeth had to miss today as they supervise their mother's play barn. I'm sure they are having similar fun to us though girls, hmmm? Lots of naked boys of their own to play with in there I'm sure..." The other girls giggled knowingly.
 
"But there will be plenty of time this summer and beyond for them to celebrate our victories together with us as a full group... Once more, as girls we experience the wonderful taste of victory in the battle of the sexes... To conquer and rule over ALL of the boys in the village... To show them their weaknesses... and constantly remind them of those weaknesses... To embrace them and enslave them in the bosom of total, undeniable, female superiority... just like we follow our mothers' footsteps, and their mothers too... The legacy continues..."
 
"We are privileged that we now have two junior boy members of the Club... Not since my first year as a member in nineteen eighty three have we ever had more than one boy in the village other than occasionally visiting boy cousins or brothers of visiting friends... We owe it to all previous full members of the 'Sisters of Supremacy' in years past here in Langton Magna that we continue to enjoy the bounties of their pioneering spirit and continue to learn, grow and lead by example for other girls to follow us..."
 
"We owe it to our legion of sister clubs across the country and our superior powers of resourcefulness and networking, so that we may share all of our experiences and learning materials through correspondence with our pen friends... And we acknowledge the role of the numerous boys we have collectively schooled them in female superiority and shown the truths of male inferiority in nature and nurture, whether here in the Club House, or at school or on holidays... WE must carry forward the messages and teachings of the Goddess Freyja... to advance and empower our sisters as a rite of passage... and to take their deserved place as part of the ruling sex. Girls have always been, and will ALWAYS be, on top... Girls rule forever..."
 
"Girls rule forever..." the other girls replied in unison... 
 
"Hip-hip!!" Caroline chanted loudly.
 
"Hooray..." the girls responded.
 
"Hip-hip!!"
 
"Hooray..."
 
"Hip-hip!!"
 
"HOOORRAAYYY!!" the girls finished with a crescendo 'war-cry' that raised the hairs on the back of my neck. If I wasn't already aware enough of what this Club was all about and what my role in it was, then I was fully aware now. And this wasn't even the only Club of it's kind. Somewhere out there, there could maybe have been hundreds, thousands maybe... other boys out there all bare naked and under the control of their female conqueresses.
 
There was a feeling of hope for me... mixed with an intimidating sense of dread, that Stephen and I were far from being the only boys who were made to strip naked... to admit that girls were better than boys... admit that boys were inferior... surrender to obey girls without question and all the other stuff.
 
Unless of course Caroline was lying... To this day, I've never come across any boys who went through a similar ordeal at a 'Club,' like me and Stephen, or my dad. Maybe I haven't been searching hard enough. That said, I know lots of guys who had been dominated by girls when they were younger. Indeed, there was more than enough evidence in the toy chest I had found, and the bookshelf of scrapbooks to know that I certainly wasn't the first... Of course, I can't comment on what was inside the other toy chest, and the Big Book Of Boy Secrets... I never got to see it.
 
Caroline's speech was like something I would have expected Margaret Thatcher to have said in the House Of Commons as the United Kingdom Prime Minister. It was almost spoken in that style... only with a Weltby accent. She was so focussed on her beliefs... on the mission of delivering female dominance... it was impressive and scary... It was the kind of thing that I learned would be discussed in a lot more detail amongst the girls when there were 'no boys around.'
 
"Now then, as we can see, we have TWO boy members with us today. So it's time to listen as they admit their honest beliefs about boys and their position in society compared with girls..." Caroline smiled cruelly in our direction as she encouraged the other girls to be silent, attentive and permit us to 'perform' the humiliating boys' code.
 
It never got any easier to actually start reciting the code each time... The haunting treacherous chant that boys had to perform in the Club never made me feel comfortable. Only a kind of ashamed sadness, as I verbally ruined my own gender time and time again. I could see each and every girl looking towards where 'Stephanie' and I 'sat' in position, about to start. As ever, some looked expectantly attentive, some smirking proudly and a couple even resting a hand between their legs... Maybe they were sneakily riding their own tingles of excitement... but each one about to watch two boys betray all of their masculine contemporaries around the world... and surrender to total girl domination again.  
 
I guess it looked a little funny... I mean, other than two fully naked boys surrounded by a dominant harem of clothed and excited girls. Both Stephanie and I were trying to look out of the corners of our eyes to work out which one of us was actually going to lead and start the chant first.
 
My stomach churned with angst at the thought that I was going to have to say it.. and say it with another boy. This had raised the stakes quite considerably. I was no longer the only boy in the village... I was no longer the only victim of the Girls' Club... Right there and then, I was experiencing the escalation of my experiences. That the girls really could actually rule over more than one boy... maybe every single boy they knew or came into contact with. Maybe boys (all of us) were always meant to be obedient, naked slaves for girls (all of them)... Perhaps boys were always destined to be submissive and inferior to girls in every way... by nature, nurture and design.
 
Why did all this make my boy parts tingle and throb like they did?
 
'Because you're just a boy...' I heard in my mind... Caroline's voice. 'With a worthless little worm between your legs... You can't help it... it's just how you're designed... how nature wanted you to be... serving young girls... and all womankind... Serving the command of our supreme Goddess... Yes Phillipa... God is actually a girl...'
 
I swallowed at the horror in my mind. It didn't appear that Stephanie was going to take the lead and start things off, so I cleared my throat as a signal of intent to my naked companion. And so, taking a deep breath, I started...
 
"Girls are in charge, boys are not..." But the other boy didn't join in until too late, and I was interrupted by Caroline...
 
"Stop... stop!" she protested at me. "That won't do... you have to say it all from the beginning, and say it together..."
 
"And like you mean it..." Suzanne smirked, riding on her sister's comments.
 
"S-sorry... Miss Caroline," I replied solemnly. I then turned my head a little to my left... "R-ready Stephen?" I said quietly.
 
"His name is Stephanie... Get it right, or we'll spank you..." Suzanne sneered icily.
 
"Sorry Miss Suzanne..." I relented weakly. I now realised that even though I was speaking to a boy, I would have to address him as though he were a girl and use his female name. "Ready... S-Stephanie?"
 
"Grrrrr..." he replied testily, hating the whole name situation as much as I did, but obviously dealing with it a lot less well than I had been able to.
 
"Just count him in Phillipa... That one is a slow learner, even for a boy!" Suzanne said smugly, taking every chance she could to pick fault with a member of the opposite sex from her. "And if he doesn't join in this time... you will BOTH be spanked... on your bum, and your willy... twenty times each... front and back! Got it?"
 
"Oh g-gosh... please don't... we'll do it, Miss Suzanne..." I whimpered and looked in Stephanie's direction to try and implore him to play his part. I didn't think he would though as he just stared right out front with just a look of anger and defiance on his face. "Please..." I whispered to him... the threat of even just a single spank on my penis was enough to make me do virtually anything.
 
"Come on... count him in!" Caroline barked, losing patience. "We haven't got all day... Honestly, you boys really are something else when it comes to disorganised dumbness... This is yet another example of why girls are naturally better suited to being in charge, and boys aren't... If only you weren't so cursed by that wriggly little worm between your legs..." At that, the other girls giggled at our verbal humbling, even Emma. I can't speak for Stephanie, but it made me blush with shame, as well as spur me on to try and prove the girls wrong... especially with such a 'simple' task as saying a few lines - as humiliating as it was going to be.
 
"Okay... Stephanie... after three... one... two... three..." I counted, and thankfully, after I began, Stephanie quickly joined in. 
 
"Girls are in charge, boys are not...
Boys... are slaves... girls are not...
Girls rule forever... and boys obey...
Because girls are better, in every way..."
 
"Girls rule forever!" Caroline added devoutly as soon as I was finished.
 
"Girls rule forever!" the other girls responded in unison as the amen to our boyish 'prayer' and salute to our girl-shaped superiors.
 
"That's better..." Caroline said, a look a mild pride and pleasure on her face. "For a first attempt at a unified boys' chorus, you did well. But we expect you to practice and aim to recite it without the need for prompting or correction from a girl, or counting each other in. Only then will you begin to reach anywhere near the high standards of practiced perfection performed by us as girls."
 
"Phillipa, you are still in the early stages of your journey towards understanding the infinite reasons for the superiority of girls and women, and what it means for the male sex when girls are so freely able to control you... Stephanie is further along his journey and you should start to learn from him to better prepare you for life in Langton Magna, and especially here in the Girls' Club... By means of encouraging you to do better, both of you will be rewarded today for your recital of the Boys' Code..."  
 
"Thank you Miss Caroline," I replied, happy in the thought of being rewarded in some way... hopeful that it meant a nice orgasm feeling. I noticed that Stephanie didn't respond, just a breathless grunt of indignation.
 
"Now boys... it's time for your inspection to assess whether you are presenting yourselves acceptably for all club activities arranged for today... Please, place your cushions in the centre of the meeting circle. Make sure they are two paces apart, and then 'sit' facing each other..."
 
As the other boy and I moved our cushions to the centre of the meeting circle as instructed, there was the familiar sound of quiet girlish whispering and giggling... inevitably trying to guess which girl would get to inspect which part of the two naked boys in front of them. I could feel their eyes watching me and Stephanie as we positioned ourselves compliantly and pensively awaited events.
 
Almost like I was subject of some auto-pilot, I kneeled down on my cushion as efficiently as I could and quickly arranged myself so that I was in the required 'sit' position. My bald little erection would normally face opposite a girl... But this time, I faced another boy... My penis reluctantly saluted Stephanie instead, as I watched him assume his own position directly in front of me... His little hairless circumcised erection saluted me in return. I didn't like the look of this...
 
I tried hard not to stare at his privates, but I was kind of curious to see another boy's penis, in the interests of science and comparison of course... I didn't think I was gay... I know I'm not now... and I really had the 'hots' for Emma... But I couldn't help but stare... He was naked... facing me... and his penis was different looking, almost alien when compared with mine.
 
When I was finally able to look up elsewhere, I tried to look ahead without looking at his face or into his eyes. But I soon found myself looking into his watery, puppy dog eyes... He could cry at any minute... kind of like how I felt. And In turn, I could see that he was trying to look anywhere but at me, even though his face was opposite mine. I saw him look down at my crotch with seemingly as much curiosity as I had looked at his. Then, he briefly locked eyes on mine and squinted menacingly at me, leaving me in no doubt that he was angry at what was happening and what the girls were about to do. I hoped that we might become friends... but his expression told me that talks about friendship were the least likely thing on his mind. I hoped he didn't hate me... We were fellow boys... in an unfortunate predicament together... Surely, the best thing for us was to stick together? For the sake of our gender.
 
'We're the Boys' Rebel Alliance...' I thought, wondering naively if he was Force sensitive and could read my thoughts. I continued to think, hoping that he could... 'I want to be your friend Stephen... We must work together if we're ever going to get free of all this and beat the girls... You and me are the last hope...'
 
'The girls always win...' I heard in my mind. I kind of knew that they were my own thoughts, but it seemed to be Stephanie's voice I heard. 'Girls are better than boys... and vaginas are better than penises... I don't like it, but we both know it's true...'
 
"So Stephanie... How do you think you will get on with the inspection today? Phillipa detected that you're a bit of a sloppy pants... So are you going to be as clean as a girl, or dirty as a boy?" Caroline asked the other boy, challenging him.
 
"I will pass the inspection today... Miss Caroline," Stephanie replied with some confidence. "I'm not, a sloppy pants..." he finished, looking at me, his eyes squinting with anger at me.
 
"Good girl Stephanie... And what about you Phillipa? Is there anything you want to declare before we start? Or will it be green ticks all the way on your chart today too?"
 
"I'm clean as a girl too... Miss Caroline... I'm a clean girl..." I replied as brightly and confidently as I could.
 
"Good girl..." Caroline beamed patronisingly. "It's good to see both of you feeling so confident... Confident boys are more of a challenge for us as girls to deal with... But so much more fun to break down, enslave and prove you wrong... to show up your mistakes and your, inferiorities... Overconfidence is as big a weakness for boys as is your need to feel a naughty little cum in your wriggly little willies... Let's hope for your sake that your inspection goes well and we don't have any misplaced confidence or mistakes to identify and correct... You're both experienced junior members of the Club now, and know only too well the high standard expected by girls... There is no excuse for letting those standards fall... So then... time to begin."
 
"Who presents these boys for inspection today?" Caroline said, turning her attention to her young feminist constituents. This was different.
 
"I present Phillipa..." Emma said, raising her hand and stepping forward to stand at my side. "I bathed him properly last night..."
 
"And I present Stephanie..." Natasha announced moving to stand next to the boy opposite me. "I bathed him last night... properly." I saw the other boy begin to blush scarlet at the revelation that like me, he had been bathed by a girl the previous evening. Like I said, this was different, and as always seemed to happen in the Club, things were escalating by the minute.
 
'But...' I thought. 'Emma said she liked me... and how much she feels about me... I thought she wanted to be my girlfriend... was that all a trick?' I gulped and wondered if I had been betrayed by Emma again. I was a bit of a worrier you see, and for good reason. But for once, Emma came to my rescue and gently rested her hand on my shoulder, lightly squeezing my skin with reassurance and affection...
 
"Excellent... Phillipa is not a virgin any more when it comes to being bathed properly by a girl... Well done Emma... I'd love to have seen his face when you first entered his bathroom... and when he realised that you were going to bathe him!! But fear not, I'll take my turn with him soon enough <ha ha>... As you know, girls cannot check their own homework. That would be dishonest. So today, I want Josie to do the full inspection with Phillipa, and I think Anita has done enough now to perform a full inspection of her own... she can inspect Stephanie..."
 
"Yay!!" Anita squealed with glee. "Finally!! This is going to be soooo cool... I can't wait to inspect you... nudie boy!" she taunted Stephanie. Josie was a little more restrained upon hearing the news that she was to inspect me, but she did look equally thrilled. I almost detected a 'fist pump' too. I guess I was about to make her day. 
 
"What about their bums?" Suzanne asked with mischievous intent.  
 
"We don't need to play a game to decide that today... it takes too long anyway with two boys. No, I have decided that Josie and Anita will perform the full inspection... including their bottoms..." Caroline said, revelling in her role as leader of the Club.  
 
The girls didn't hang about either... I held still while Josie approached me to set about inspecting my navel... the traditional starting point. Meanwhile, Caroline retrieved a couple of small clear plastic bottles from her plastic bag. That was the lotion to be used later I figured with a sense of de-ja-vous. The older girl placed a bottle at my feet, and then the other at the feet of Stephanie.
 
Like my previous experiences, the inspection of my tummy button was quite extensive and humiliating in itself, despite it not constituting an actual 'private part.' Josie was determined to prove herself as a thorough inspector, just like the other girls had been with me, and now with Stephanie too. I was confident however as Josie began... after all, Emma had cleaned me.
 
Taking great care not to touch my tingling and very attentive erection, Josie kneeled down, leaned forward and pressed her nose against my tummy button. She inhaled deeply... right there at my navel. Instinctively, my tummy muscles tensed with familiar apprehension and I sucked my stomach inward a little. It felt just as humiliating as the previous times I had endured this procedure. Sometimes, having stuff happen to you over and over again didn't get any easier. It became easier to accept it, or submit to it... But it didn't mean that it felt any less humiliating, embarrassing or degrading.
 
Finally, as Josie moved her head away and looked at me, I could see Anita opposite me, kneeling down and leaning forward to do the same thing to Stephanie. Then the invasion began in earnest... With almost synchronised precision befitting a Swiss watch (not Swiss cheese this time), Josie began to circle her fingertips around the edge of my navel, kind of massaging me, but tickling me in the process. I could see Anita similarly 'assaulting' Stephanie's navel in turn.
 
"Mmmmmnngghh..." us boys grunted quietly at the same time as we experienced the same sensation. Josie liked tickling me there to get the reaction she wanted...
 
"I find ticklish boys soooo yummy!" Josie cooed. Seemingly the word 'yummy' was her favourite. Before I could readjust myself to manage the tickling sensation around my navel, Josie giggled and squirmed her index fingertip right into my tummy button. She was poking around inside there quite firmly and I had to let out a gasp and a grunt to show my discomfort.
 
"Nnngghgh... Ohhh..." Stephanie's grunt matched mine. Being naked boys, we must have looked a pathetic sight as we squirmed on the spot, a kind of submissive dance as the two girls inspecting us, slowly fingered us in our boyish, simulated 'front bottoms.'
 
"Oww! That hurts... please don't!" Stephanie complained to his giggling girl handler.
 
Finally, the navel inspection was over and I watched Josie remove her probing finger from my 'hole' and hold it up to her nose... She took a deep sniff at it... I heard Anita doing the same to Stephanie.
 
After a pause of a couple of seconds, Josie reached her hand forward and up to my own nose, encouraging me to sniff it too. Like I thought and hoped it would be, it was clean.  She looked happy, and that meant I could relax a little, just for now.
 
"He's clean in there today... a green tick for Phillipa..." Josie announced sincerely.
 
"This one too..." Anita added playfully. "Stephanie's front bottom is all clean... like a girl... Big green tick!"
 
"Okay girls, that's good," Caroline announced. "It's time for the next part of your boy inspection... Anita, as you know, unlike Phillipa, Stephanie doesn't have a floppy foreskin to explore because of his circumcision last Halloween. So for Phillipa's benefit, I'm going to explain how circumcised boys are inspected here... you never know Phillipa, you could be circumcised this time next year!"
 
"Please no!! I don't want it... I don't want to look, like that... I'll obey honest... I'll... do anything... I'll," I panicked breathlessly, and thought very seriously about making a dash for the door, nude or not.
 
"Stay as clean as a girl, and you'll be fine..." Emma encouraged me. It was small comfort... Was that the ultimate risk for a boy in this Club?
 
'My god... did the girls cut off part of Stephanie's willy?' I agonised with incredulity in my runaway thoughts. 'Are they going to do it to me too? Mummy!!! I don't want it! I don't want them to chop it off... I like it how it is... Oh god, what if they mess up and cut my whole willy off?? Oh stop it... Please don't do that to me! I'll do anything... I just want my penis the way it is... I'll obey... I'll obey... I'll always obey girls...'
 
"Wise words Emma... I'm sure Phillipa is in safe hands with you," Caroline smiled, almost as if she knew that we were starting to form some sort of girlfriend in charge of boyfriend relationship of our own. She turned to address me personally... "To remind you, boys are circumcised either for reasons relating to religion, or for medical reasons, like if the foreskin on a boy presents itself as too tight to enable it to be drawn back into place behind a boy's glans without causing discomfort or pain. Such a condition makes it impossible for a boy to keep himself clean, no matter how hard he tries... And that is a quick and easy decision for a good, caring mother or Guardian to have her boy circumcised..."
 
"At the end of the day, whether for religious reasons or medical reasons, boys are really only circumcised because of the amazing difficulty they have in performing a simple task like keeping themselves clean... Once again, Mother Nature reminds boys of their most significant anatomical weakness when compared with girls. Through simple laziness and a boyish lack of care and attention, it results in a dirty, smelly penis. Infection often follows too. So, boys who repeatedly show that they cannot keep a simple, worthless piece of their body clean, can expect to be circumcised... Isn't that right Stephanie?" 
 
Stephanie blushed hard and looked uncomfortable at the reference that Caroline had made, but he didn't answer. He just silently, slowly nodded his head 'yes' a couple of times. Obviously some sort of bad memories for him. More of that later.
 
"So, to inspect a circumcised boy's penis in Langton Magna Girls' Club," Caroline continued informatively, "the inspecting girl performs a basic sniff test first. With the root of the boy's penis expertly tamed by her hand, her nose should not be more than two centimetres from the boy's mushroom glans... That enables her to smell for signs of infection around his tiny pee hole, or in the particularly troublesome groove at the back of the ridge to his glans. Particular attention then needs to be paid to the underside of a boy's glans... She will rub her fingertip back and forth along the little fleshy bumps that remain after the removal of the frenulum during circumcision, and then all around the groove at the back of his glans... Quite often, that can remain a dirty, smelly area, even on a circumcised boy... Get cracking girls... let's see how clean these boys are..."
 
With that, the playful looking Anita began to position herself to inspect Stephanie's penis... Meanwhile, my attention was grabbed by Josie, who took the root of my erection in her hand and quickly moved her fingertip to hover threateningly at the entrance to the funnel at the tip of my foreskin. I breathed in hard and tensed my body at what I knew I was about to feel again at the hands of a girl...
 
"Hold very still Phillipa," Josie smiled cautiously. "Be a brave little girl for me..." Her left hand was holding my cock firmly within her closed palm. "I know that boys find this uncomfortable, but I like doing it... I mean, I don't want to hurt you... I'm a girl, not a savage... But you must let me do it... You have to let me do it because you're a boy... because you have a penis... And that's the best bit... what I like best... watching a boy squirm while he has to hold as still as he can, letting a girl inspect his penis... pushing her finger inside here..."
 
"Ngghh..." I gasped, my eyebrows raising and my forehead furrowing with surprise and discomfort...  "Oohhhgghh... nooo!" The older girl's fingertip made contact with the pinkish-red partially splayed funnel at the tip of my foreskin. The tip of her finger swashed quickly over the sensitive little slit of my pee hole and made my body tense... "Oww!" I whimpered and squirmed as Josie brought me under her control with just her fingers... "Owwww... Miss Josie... please don't... not my slit..." Her fingertip tickled over my pee slit again and it made my hips jolt forward briefly... It was very uncomfortable, generating such horror and fear at the thought that she might push her nail or even her whole finger right into my little pee hole. I never lost that fear, no matter which girl was 'inspecting' me.
 
My own panic was tempered by the boyish muttering of discomfort shared by my fellow boy opposite me, being handled and inspected by a seemingly never tiring Anita... 
 
"Nooo! Not my pee-hole!" I heard Stephanie call out weakly, like a wounded animal. "Please Miss Anita, stop it!!"
 
"Hold still and let me do it then..." Anita replied curtly. "And then I won't have to get nasty with you..."
 
"So-sorry... <sob>" I heard the other boy begin to break down and let out a quiet cry. "Miss Anita... <sob> please don't hurt me... not there... <sniffle> I'm sorry..."
 
I felt empathy for my companion, suffering a similar fate to my own at the hands of a demanding, experienced and dominant girl. And then Josie did it to me too... just raked her fingertip over the slit at the end of my penis, her nail catching the tiny lip slightly, but enough to make my hips jolt forward and call out with discomfort, stopping short of actual pain. It was just creepy as fuck...
 
"Aggghhhh... no! Stop it! Not there Miss Josie... Pllleeaasseee <sob>..." It was my turn to cry. "I'll obey girls... <sob> please don't... I'll always obey girls... <sniffle> I promise..."
 
"Good boy... I know you will..." Josie said, happy with my response and my promise for future conduct. "I'd much rather you obey me and let me give you some nice feelings in this little winky of yours... But if you're naughty... just so you know, my whole nail will fit nicely inside your little boy hole and I can make things very unpleasant... So don't cry like a little baby. I haven't started yet... Anita and me are still just saying hello!! Remind me why you will obey me..."
 
"Oww... Nggghh... <sob, sniff>" I protested between breaths and sobs as Josie ran the pad of her fingertip around the slightly exposed part of my glans at the opening of my funnel shaped foreskin. "I'll <sob> obey you because <sob> you're a girl... <sniffle> Miss Josie, and <sob> girls rule over boys..."
 
"Oh yummy... that's true..." Josie teased, continuing to rub the end of my penis menacingly, leaving me in no doubt at all how frightening girls could be when they have your 'whole person' in their hands. Which led on to her next question... "And which sex <rub> are you finding to be the weaker one... <rub-rub> Girls? <rub> Or boys?"
 
This was what having a penis was all about wasn't it? The demonstration of how vulnerable a boy was when a girl had been correctly schooled in how to take command and conquer her young male opponent in the battle of the sexes.
 
"BOYS are <sob>... Miss Josie... <sob> Please... I admit it... <sob> Boys are the weaker sex... boys are... <sob> boys are!"
 
"Good girl..." Josie chuckled and my nervous confessions. "I love hearing boys admit the truth like that... it suits you..." And with that little torture over, she finally wriggled the pad of her probing fingertip up over the top of my glans and under my foreskin in earnest...
 
"Nnnnngghghh... Ohhhh god.... <sob> Ohhh!" I whimpered and gasped as Josie, yet another girl, began to finger me under my foreskin... Slowly and deliberately, she rubbed over the top side of my ticklish, sensitive glans... My hips jerked again at the friction caused and I almost thought I was going to climax, but the overall sensation was a little different. In tribute, my erection flexed in the palm of her hand as she demonstrated her total mastery of my boy sex.
 
'Control the penis... control the boy...' I heard Emma say brightly in my mind. Oh how I wished it were Emma that was abusing me like this. Somehow, she was more gentle and sympathetic with how she did things. The other girls could be so rough and intimidating at times. And this was almost one of those times.
 
To this day, I've never forgotten the sensations that the girls caused me when they fingered me right inside under my skin. Each one was slightly different in how they performed the task on me... each one teased me or tortured me in different ways. All I could do was let them do it... let them sexually abuse me. The same as Stephanie... another obedient, pliable and naked boy-toy for the girls to tease and control in different ways.
 
As Josie continued to finger underneath my foreskin, my buttocks clenched and my cheeks were ablush with familiar shame, discomfort and a determination not to cry any more as I sniffed and blinked away my tears.
 
"Nnnnngghghh..." I gasped and tensed as Josie's finger found the little furrowed ridge just beyond the edge of my glans... She was exploring me and checking me... A girl inspecting a boy for her own pleasure... the same thing happening to Stephanie opposite me at the hands of Anita. It's just how things were... It was natural... Girls rule, and boys obey... There was no escape right then... Stephanie and I, two boys, trapped in an unbelievably sticky web of girl domination... knowing our role, and our place.  
 
<click> Oh gosh, the sound of Suzanne's sodding camera that she so eagerly touted to capture every step of a boy's degradation in the Club hut. <click> Two naked boys... submissive and powerless to stop the girls from practicing their undoubted dominance over us. <click> Two boys suffering like many of those I had seen in the magazines and drawings I leafed through earlier... Now it was my turn again... for real.
 
Soon I began to feel the familiar tingling in my glans itself that announced that if what Josie was doing were to continue much longer, then I would end up feeling a sexual climax. I was panting quietly and hoping that Josie was nearly done with this invasion of my foreskin...
 
"Please... Mmmmm Miss Josie... I feel funny... please stop..." I whispered. I could hear similar whispers coming from Stephanie too, no doubt as Anita was rubbing her finger all over what was left of his frenulum and along the groove behind his little bulbous glans...
 
"Mmmm... Mmmm..." I panted, my crotch moving back and forward, my penis rubbing against the closed palm of Josie's hand. I was tentatively masturbating myself against her hand... or at least trying to. My basic instinct was trying to take me over... that is, to feel good down there, and have a climax.
 
"Oh no you don't..." Josie giggled, leaving my aroused little pecker bobbing around in the air as it sprouted from my hairless crotch. "Not time for a yummy boy cum just yet Phillipa..." With those teasing words leaving me frustrated for now, she withdrew her finger from beneath my foreskin and let go of my shaft.
 
"Ohhh... Ngghh..." I sighed with relief, and watched nervously as Josie moved her finger to her nose and slowly sniffed around it... The act of watching a girl sniff her finger that has just been poking around your penis and up under the actual foreskin was always very humiliating... a familiar feeling of 'invasion' and self disgust that she was smelling what I was like under my foreskin... The shame that she could pretty much understand what any boy... every boy around the world smelled like inside there...
 
And it was Josie's turn to smell me this time... Now she knew what my penis smelled like... My natural scent, whatever it was, coated her finger. And opposite me, Anita was sniffing her finger too... learning all about Stephanie's state of cleanliness today... All of that happening right there in front of the other girls... <click> It felt debasing... but I was still so aroused... I wanted to feel good... So I continued to obey in the hope that by doing so, the girls would give me a reward... or three. Despite it all, I was addicted to it.
 
"Hmmm, Phillipa..." Josie said curiously, pausing to sniff her finger again. "Have you been to the toilet since Emma gave you a bath last night... Have you been for a wee?"
 
"Yes Miss Josie..." I gasped. I hadn't been for another bath this morning because I selfishly wanted to snoop around the girls' hut. I had forgotten to take a bath this morning in my excitement. "Once before bed... and once this morning... errm when I got up <blush>!" Surely I was still clean... if not quite as clean as a girl this time...
 
"Okay... you smell it now... and then tell the girls..." Josie said, wrinkling her nose and quickly moved her finger right under my nose... She waited for me to smell it. I breathed in deeply... and found to my horror that it smelled quite strong... Along with my familiar, 'boyish' and sweet aroma, there was a staleness to it, like pee... It was stale pee.
 
I felt so ashamed.
 
"Well? Are you a clean girl? Or are you a dirty little boy?" Caroline said. I wondered whether or not to lie. I knew that I would be punished if I lied or if I confessed to being naughty. I felt like a rabbit in the headlights.
 
"I'm s-s-sorry Miss Caroline," I began, my head lowered in shame.
 
"Look at me Phillipa..." Caroline instructed firmly.
 
"I'm sorry M-Miss Caroline... <sigh> I'm a... dirty little boy today... I forgot to..."
 
"Oh Phillipa..." Caroline began, like a barrister in a high court about to real off the charges for the prosecution against a defendant. "And you had set yourself such a high standard earlier this week, and now this... You forgot to take a bath this morning didn't you? Instead of making yourself clean and presentable for Club activities, you let your wormy little maggot of a willy take over your brain while you looked at our magazines and scrap books instead... you were selfish weren't you?"
 
"Yes Miss Caroline..."
 
"Then say it... tell the Club what a selfish, horny and dirty little boy you are..."
 
"Errrm... I'm <sniffle> a selfish and dirty... h-horny little boy Miss Caroline... I'm sorry..."
 
"The good news Phillipa," Caroline replied tossing me a crumb of comfort. "Is that for being a big and brave girl for confessing your dirtiness, we will consider that as good behaviour and be more lenient when your punishment is issued today." Darn it, yes... I had also forgotten for a while that I was going to be punished for all the other stuff I had been caught looking at earlier. My crumb of comfort was a moot point in that respect.
 
"Thank you... Miss Caroline," I replied meekly grateful for any mercy during Club time.
 
"The bad news is, Josie will need to clean your dirty little boy penis before Club activities can continue... Suzanne, the wipes please, and hand them to Josie..."
 
<gulp> As Suzanne retrieved the wipes from her plastic bag, Caroline returned her attention to Anita, and the concluded inspection of Stephanie's penis...
 
"So Anita... did your boy do any better?" Caroline asked. "Is Stephanie as clean as a girl today?"
 
"Yes Caroline, Stephanie is as clean as a girl around his penis... I very nearly made him cum too... But I want to save it for later... It's fun watching boys struggle to get what they really want!!"
 
"Indeed... it's one of our most successful weapons to control a boy... You have done well Anita. So come on Stephanie... announce how proud you are with how clean your penis is..."
 
"I'm proud Miss Caroline..." Stephanie began meekly. "I am proud to inform you that my penis... is clean... and I'm as clean as a girl down there today..."
 
"Good girl Stephanie... and you will be rewarded... Now Phillipa, lay down in 'play time' position so that Josie can get you nice and clean again..." Caroline instructed me... As I positioned my body to present myself in the required position, I felt all eyes on me... and my still quite stiff privates.
 
Once in position, I noticed that Caroline was stood above my head, one foot planted either side of my head, looking down at me so she appeared upside down as I looked up. That in itself was quite a view of intimidation... In meetings of the Club that I attended in the not too distant future, it was a view that came to signify the start of one girl or other using my face as a seat as I am sure you can imagine. There are lots of warm, moist and bumpy protruding things on a boy-slave's face that can please a dominant girl no end. But my journey was still very early in it's progress right then and I knew nothing of the 'perils' (for the boy) and the 'delights' (for the girl) of the 'Playtime Throne Of Queens Position...' After all, I hadn't had time to read far enough into any of the scrapbooks had I?
 
So, there I was in 'play time' position, laying back on the floor with my bottom on the cushion, my crotch raised up in the air and with my knees bent to allow the soles of my feet to press flat against each other. All topped off with my hands resting on top of my head, fingers interlocked... Kneeling down next to me, Josie was poised with the damp looking baby-wipe in her right hand awaiting the command from Caroline. In readiness, Josie's left hand gripped the shaft of my hairless erection... ready and waiting... my 'love muscle' letting her know that I was ready too... in my own self-humiliating way. My body... my penis was surrendering to her totally.
 
"Okay Phillipa, before we let Josie clean your dirty little willy... I need to explain something to you that is explained so eloquently in the Big Book Of Boy Secrets... It's one of the other... funny, little observations for girls when we compare boys who are circumcised, with those that aren't..." Caroline announced with pride. Obviously about to start another boy-shaming factual revelation. "It's mainly the reason why you thought that Stephanie was a silly little sloppy pants..."
 
"But I didn't..." I began to protest but got interrupted... <bump> "Owwww!"
 
"Silence worm!" Caroline barked, nudging my head roughly with her foot. "We all know what you meant! Anyway, when a circumcised boy goes for a wee, even if he shakes his willy off properly, some pee will still leak out into his panties... He can't help it... And that is what you discovered with Stephanie... There's nowhere else for that little bit of pee to go other than into the front of his panties, making a naughty little stain for girls to find. However, with a boy like you..."
 
And with that, Josie squeezed my penis a little, teasing me and mocking me.
 
"Even if you shake your willy off thoroughly, some pee will always remain, and get trapped under your foreskin, most often in the little ridge behind your little purple mushroom... That's why boys have to take extra special care... or be found out as dirty little boys!! Boys who need to be circumcised!!"
 
<squeeze... squeeze... squeeze...> Josie gripped me menacingly to add to the effect.
 
"Nnnngghh, nooooo! I don't want that to happen... please... you can't!" I gabbled weakly. "I'll be clean next time... please... I promise... one more chance... honest... I'll never be dirty again... don't to that to me... please Miss Caroline... I'll obey... I'll obey..." I must have looked a very sorry and pathetic specimen.
 
"<giggle> I'm sure you will Phillipa..." Caroline said more warmly, satisfying herself that maybe, just maybe I had learned my lesson. "The lesson here Phillipa is this... sometimes it's better to be viewed as a bit of a, 'sloppy pants' and stay clean... than keep it all inside and be revealed as having a stinky little willy... Girls will always find out... won't we Phillipa?"
 
"Y-yes Miss Caroline..." I replied with sombre quietness.
 
"Good... Just so we know, when you do a wee, do you wipe off with a piece of toilet roll... or do you just shake it off?"
 
"Errrm..." I replied, beginning to blush... What a humiliating question to ask. "I... errrm... I just shake it off..."
 
"Even at home?" she asked, her face crinkling with an air of disappointment. "You don't use toilet roll after you've been for a wee?"
 
"No Miss Caroline..." I sighed with self disappointment... realising the error of my ways. Even though I remember my mum showing me what to do when I stopped using a potty as a toddler, I realised that I had become lazy... and potentially 'dirty.' And now I risked circumcision!
 
"Well that might be your biggest problem... You see, when a GIRL sits down on the loo to go for her wee, she will use toilet roll to blot her vulva thoroughly and prevent herself from dribbling any stray pee into her panties when she pulls them up. By doing that, a girl will prevent herself from needlessly staining her panties and becoming all stinky... And even here in the woods... if a GIRL finds that there is no toilet around and she needs to tinkle, she always carries tissue in her pocket or in her bag to cater for those situations... The point here Phillipa, is that girls are more resourceful than boys... girls are more prepared for nature to take its course... and so we manage the situation with our dignity intact. Quite simply, it's yet another demonstration as to why girls are better than boys... Don't you agree?"
 
"Y-yes Miss Caroline," I gasped, the muscle at the base of my cock flexing again in Josie's hand, somehow confirming my weakness only too eagerly. I felt quite ashamed to have all this toilet talk discussed in front of so many other girls and even the other boy. Even though I wasn't really, really dirty, somehow the girls made me feel dirty just because I was a boy, and with naturally occurring faults and defects.
 
"Then say it for all the girls to hear..." Caroline encouraged, giving another insistent nudge of my head with her foot.
 
"Girls are better than boys... Miss Caroline," I admitted through almost gritted teeth, my face crimson, my penis nagging me as it flexed yet again in Josie's hand. All of the girls were giggling at me and my admission... even Emma. It was so shameful, as an eleven year old boy, to not only freely admit the superiority of the opposite sex, but also being told by a girl how best to go to the toilet and stay clean. It had the required effect on me though to be fair. After that, I always used toilet paper to wipe off at home, and carried some in my pocket or down inside my sock if I was out and about with the possibility of not getting to a toilet if I needed to pee.
 
"That's right Phillipa... Girls ARE better than boys... Every girl knows it... every single one of us..." she smiled down at me, happy to have made yet another point to me. "Now ask Josie nicely to make your willy nice and clean again..."
 
"P-please, Miss Josie... make my willy nice and clean... Make me as clean as a girl..."
 
I took a deep breath and prepared myself as I saw Josie's face break out into a smile of superiority and pleasure at what she was about to do. The muscles in my tummy and my knees tightened with anticipation as I felt the older girl grip more tightly on my erection, tugging the skin downwards, and making the foreskin retract fully at her command...
 
"Nnnngghgh..." I gasped as I felt my damp looking pinkish-purple glans 'pop' clear of the hood, the skin fully retracted into place into the groove behind it... I was properly exposed now and the blush in my cheeks deepened as I knew what everyone else could see again.
 
"<giggle> Relax Phillipa... it won't take long," Josie giggled and smiled at me. "Now you're skinned back like a rabbit, Miss Josie's gonna get you all yummy and clean again, just as though you're a cute little baby boy having his nappy changed in front of the girls!"
 
The younger girls giggled at Josie's remark, embarrassing me considerably. Actually, at that moment, I thought back to the story that Emma told me about what she and her girl cousin did to Tommy... I was distracted so much by my thoughts, that I did not see Caroline kick off one of her white trainers... All I saw was a white ankle-sock clad foot descend from 'out of the sky' and smother my face...
 
"Mmmmffffff..." I tried to breath, moving my head from side to side with my lips closed tight... But Caroline's foot followed me everywhere... I was unable to escape the warm, moist and plastic aroma of her foot, as her toes rubbed over my nose and over my lips. It was her girl-perspiration...
 
As Josie began to clean my stiff, tingly penis and hairless crotch with the baby-wipe, Caroline was dominating my face with her foot, making me smell her...
 
"Mmmgghgh..." I breathed hard, barely daring to breath through my mouth in case she put her toes, or even her foot inside me.
 
"Kiss my foot... worship it you dirty little boy..." Caroline giggled, her words sounding like some of the captions and phrases I had seen in the magazines earlier. She was role playing with me. "That's it... breath it all in... smell my girl foot... Lucky for you, my socks are clean on today... Oh you like that don't you? Look how stiff your cock is!! <giggle>"
 
'Oh yes, my cock...' I thought as I relaxed a little and realised that what I was smelling was 'only' a girl's foot, and the knowledge that it was clean other than the fresh moisture of her perspiration inside the trainer from that morning... I felt the baby-wipe being rubbed all over the shaft of my penis, around the bulbous tip of my glans and right along the little crevice where the foreskin was nestled...
 
"Ohhhhh... Mmmmmm..." I panted and flinched as Josie worked the wipe over the top side of my penis, then the underside, rubbing over my sensitive little frenulum. I didn't know what was more humiliating... What Caroline was doing to my face with her foot, or what Josie was doing with my penis? Coupled together, it kind of felt like an antagonising 'end of the world' moment as the two girls involved giggled at me.  
 
"All done..." Josie announced playfully, putting the wipe into a plastic bag and moving away from my groin a little. At the same time, Caroline removed her foot from my face and returned it to the inside of her training shoe.
 
"Excellent work Josie... Now sit back up on your cushion Phillipa... there's a good, clean girl..." Making no reply, I returned myself to the 'sit' position. As I did so, my foreskin slipped back into place to once more cover my tingling and needy glans... And once more, I was facing 'Stephanie.' His anger seemed to have receded a little, I guess happy that despite being as naked as me, the attention was on me and not him right then.
 
As my erection slowly began to fade, I noticed that for the first time that day, the other boy's bare naked, hairless and circumcised penis was already flaccid... The tip of the glans and around his pee-slit was a dark, almost fiery pink... the shaft a more milky white. Resting limply on the velvety furrowed bag of his scrotum, it looked as worthless, weak and powerless as I knew mine looked when it was soft like that...
 
'Vaginas are better...' I caught myself thinking surreptitiously. 'Penises are dumb... whether they are soft or hard and tingly... Penises are weak... and wriggly... and stupid... Oh for god's sake... what's happening to you? Okay, okay... vulvas are better... But STOP looking at his thing... It's only his penis... You have one too... Why don't you think about how you're both going to get out of this...?'
 
"I think you should thank Josie for cleaning your willy... and then I want you to announce to the other Club members how proud you are to be as clean as a girl again..." Caroline ordered. I gulped... distracted from my thoughts. There was no getting out of it... not for a long, long time...
 
"Thank you Miss Josie for... errrm... for cleaning my... w-willy..." I said timidly to my 'handler' sat to my left. Then finding some courage, I looked around the room at the expectant girlish faces surrounding me... and watching Stephanie bite his lower lip pensively too, I girlishly announced... "I'm now p-proud t-t-t-to be as... clean... as a girl again... down there too..." I blushed scarlet at the way I must have sounded.
 
"Good... Yes, both of you are as clean as a girl around your penis... But as is tradition with foreskin or penis inspections, Josie and Anita are not quite done yet..."
 
"Huh?" Stephanie and I grunted silently almost in unison, wondering what the older girl meant. We didn't have to wait long to find out... Anita held out her hand to Stephanie's face and wriggled her 'probing' finger at him... Josie did the same to me and then I heard Josie speak,
 
"Suck my finger clean... Phillipa..."
 
"You too Stephanie," Anita giggled freely... "Suck it and lick it... pretend it's a little willy!"
 
"Yeah, suck it like a willy Phillipa!" Josie added, placing the fingertip that had wriggled up and explored under my foreskin at the disbelieving lips of my mouth. With my tummy doing somersaults, I slowly parted my lips and allowed the girl to push her finger into my mouth... I should have remembered this little 'add-on' to my humiliation from the previous time I was in the hut. That time though, I was fully, properly clean...
 
I closed my eyes with disgust at what I was 'allowing' myself to do... and knowing what it was I could taste on the girl's finger... It was a little damp... salty and kind of stale. If ever there was an incentive to stay clean, I was hearing it louder and louder in my mind as I began to suck on the finger in earnest... To be fair, the taste didn't last long at all... I mean, like I said I wasn't really all that dirty... It was just the sentiment and the actual act of sucking her finger clean that was teaching me my lesson.
 
The only saving grace was that I wasn't the only boy suffering at that moment... There was cultural kin between Stephanie and I.
 
"Mmmm good girl Phillipa," Josie praised me, squirming her finger around in my mouth up to the second knuckle, playing with my tongue in the process. "Imagine, <giggle> that you're a real girl and you're getting all naughty with your very first boyfriend... Mmmmm... and now you're sucking his horny little boy-cock!"
 
"Mmmnngghhh! Noooo way!" I protested wetly around her finger... my eyes shooting wide open, imploring her to stop teasing me like that. "I'd never do that with another boy! NEVER!"
 
"Never? <giggle>"
 
"Never! Miss Josie... I like girls..." I whimpered, the enthusiasm of my sucking beginning to wane at the thought of doing 'that' with another boy. There was just no way I could do that...
 
"Shame... that's how Stephanie feels too isn't it?" Josie called out...
 
"Oh yes," Anita agreed. "A waste of a good sucker Stephanie is!! <giggle>"
 
"Okay girls, the boys can stop sucking now... Sit upright both of you and listen up..." Caroline instructed sharply. Obviously, both Stephanie and I complied, glad to have the invasive fingers removed from our mouths. "No doubt the threat of punishment is sufficient to make sure you continue to present yourselves clean for Club activities in future... But I think an added incentive is needed, especially now we have TWO boy members in our ranks... So this is what's going to happen... Get ready to note this down Suzanne, and add it as a footnote to the charts of each boy... If you, Phillipa, present any part of yourself dirty for inspection in future, then Stephanie will have to suck the finger clean of the girl who inspected you... And vice versa if he is dirty... Understood?"
 
There was a quiet wave of giggling amongst the other girls at this escalation in possible punishment detail, on top of any spanking or other punishment metered out for naughty or dirty behaviour. Stephanie and I merely gasped in disbelief and locked eyes on each other. I hoped to god that he was thinking what I was thinking... that we would ALWAYS be spotless when we came to Club... I'm sure you can reason with and empathise with that thought process...
 
There was NO WAY I was going to suck the finger of a girl that had been inside another boy's tummy button or inspecting or rubbing all around his dick... And likewise, I would be humiliated and horrified beyond belief if I had to watch another boy suck the finger of a girl who had been poking inside my tummy button or under my foreskin... And anything to do with bottoms... just too horrific to contemplate. Us boys had to stick together... and we would have to work hard together to survive our experiences in this club with any shred or crumb of dignity or self respect...
 
"Understood?" Caroline repeated urgently, pressing for a response...
 
"Yes Miss Caroline..." Stephanie responded timidly, obviously having the same thought process as me. I replied my understanding too.
 
"Excellent..." she smiled wickedly. "And now my darling little nudie slave boys... there's just the small matter remaining of your bottom inspection... And as I said earlier, Anita gets to inspect you Stephanie, while Josie will inspect you Phillipa..."
 
"You better not be dirty..." Josie whispered icily into my ear. "Or you'll be sorry... I'll spank you so hard you won't want to shit for a week, let alone sit down..." Her words chilled me to the bone, even in what felt like the warm air of the hut. This was possibly the most invasive and humiliating part of any inspection... It kind of escalated my sense of shame with each part of the inspection, with the inspection of my bottom being the crowing glory of my embarrassment.
 
My tummy clenched along with my buttocks, and I could feel the adrenalin rocket through my body, my heart beating with the staccato report of a machine gun... I knew I was still clean back there... but that still didn't make the threat any less intimidating... Because she was a girl, I knew she could make me do anything, or do anything to me... I mean, even if she needed the help of the other girls. As a boy, I was powerless.  
 
"Okay boys... you know what to do," Caroline continued. "Get down on all fours like you're a pair of little puppy dogs going to see the vet... <giggle>" And as obedient as well trained working dogs, both Stephanie and I began to comply... "That's it... like little puppy-boys going to see Emma's mum at the surgery!! Knees apart on your cushion... GOOD BOY Phillipa... You too Stephanie... GOOD BOY! Awww, don't look so worried... the vet's not gonna take your little boy goolies away... Not today..."
 
<giggle> I heard from the younger girls. They were loving all this just a much as both Stephanie and I hated it. And there we were, two fully naked boys on all fours in front of each other and surrounded by the watching girls. Our heads were barely a metre from each other and it was difficult not to look into each other's eyes, finding some sort of support in each other as we knew what was about to happen.
 
Beyond Stephanie, I could see Anita get herself in position ready to inspect him, and I noticed that she was looking right between his legs. No doubt eying up the exposed crease between his buttocks, splayed open by his parted knees. Then of course, I realised that Josie would be seeing the same thing, only looking at my exposed bottom behind me... Staring at the timid little pucker of my anus...
 
'Oh god... we're going to get fingered together... by girls... at the same time...' I thought. 'He'll be able to see my face... and I will be able to see his... what we look like when a girl has a finger right up inside our bottoms... Oh god!' Another cruel twist of young female domination to experience.
 
"Okay girls... begin..." Caroline smiled with encouragement to Anita and Josie. Right away, I looked down at the floor and blushed, my body tensing with anticipation as I heard the 'pop' of the pear shaped bottles being opened by each inspecting girl. And just like I heard the last time I was inspected in this way, there was the sticky, squelching sound as both girls squeezed some of the baby lotion onto their hands and fingers...
 
Oh gosh, I could smell it again... reminding me immediately of the previous time when Suzanne had inspected and fingered my bottom... The familiar, memorable aroma filled my nose from behind me again... Flashbacks trying to reach out in my mind of past events that my psyche had tried to bury... Humiliating truths... suppressed memories maybe...
 
The smell of the lotion didn't intimidate me... Instead, it was kind of comforting, despite the humiliating content of the memories trying to dominate my thoughts... Another Force vision from long ago...
 
--
Giggling, naked and face down on the floor of a lounge... Not the family home... I was on a fake fur rug... next to an old fashioned real coal fire. Maybe five years old... I was giggling out of control as several hands were tickling me up and down my back... sometimes down between my open legs... touching into the crease of my bottom and the sensitive little place near my privates... Small hands... girls' hands... I was face down and couldn't see them...
 
"Roll over Phillip... there's a good doggy..." one of the giggling girls called out to me. <tickle... tickle... tickle...>
 
"Roll over... let's all see what a big puppy tail you've got..." another one called as fingers pressed and tickled into my sides... Shrieking cheekily and wriggling around without any apparent shame, I suddenly rolled over onto my back on the rug with my legs wide apart... giggling... feeling the heat from the fire warming my newly revealed 'puppy tail...'
 
"Ohhhh... good boy... what a good little doggy you are hmmmm?" a blond girl, blue eyes and a pretty smile was looking down at me... This was her home... A pink badge on her t-shirt read 'Birthday Girl...' and I could see the number ten... But she wasn't looking into my eyes... She was looking at my little private parts... There were other girls... four of them... five in total... I couldn't really remember anything distinctive about them other than the giggling... They were older than me... all of them nine or ten even... All had tickling hands and they were all trying to touch my 'puppy tail...'
 
It was too much 'fun' and so I squealed again, rolling over onto my front, giggling as hard as the girls while the hands tickled me relentlessly, trying to get me to roll over again. <tickle... tickle... tickle>
 
"Awwww... where'd the little puppy dog tail go hmmm? Come on Phillip... be a good boy... let the girls put the lotion on you..." <tickle... tickle... tickle>
 
"Yeah... let's see how big we can make your tail this time..." <tickle... tickle... tickle...>
 
"No, no, no! <giggle> Puppy wants to play!" I burbled through my excitement.
 
"We know you like to play Phillip... <tickle... tickle...> We do as well... Be a good boy and show us your tail and let us put the lotion on you like your mummy asked... Then you can play all you like before bed... and you can leave your jammies off too if that's what you want..."
 
"Yeah... we'll play with you Phillip... <giggle> We like to see you with nothing on... Just be a good boy and roll over like a good puppy..."
 
"Okay... <giggle>" I squeaked and rolled over again like I did before, my legs wider than previously. Somehow my body seemed to know what was going to happen... it liked the attention... I knew the girls had to put lotion on me... to stop me getting dry skin around my tail... Again, I could see the girls, especially the blonde, looking directly at my 'tail...' As a couple of hands continued to tickle me, some held my flailing arms out of the way... stronger than mine... and I felt hands keeping my ankles still... <giggle>
 
"You got me... <giggle> puppy can't move..."
 
"Oh you're such a good boy Phillip..." the blonde smirked, dribbling the lotion right onto my crotch and quickly grabbing my 'tail' and groping me to massage the liquid into my skin. "What a cute little tail you've got... <giggle>"
 
One by one, each girl got their turn to pour lotion onto my 'tail' and grope me... All the while I was squirming and giggling with no shame or embarrassment. All it did was tickle and tingle and feel nice. The girls were loving me... and caring for me... making sure that my 'tail' was not going to get all dry and sore in my bed pants. Little did I know at the time but in actual fact, I was being masturbated...
 
"Am I a good puppy?" I asked in a confused daze... smiling and giggling up at the latest girl to be showing me attention.
 
"Oh yes... you're a really good puppy... we're so happy with you! You're being a very good boy!"
 
"Wow, you're tail is so big and stiff Phillip... what a good puppy you are... <giggle>" the last of the five girls said excitedly. "We can see all of your little puppy fun bag now too <giggle>" she said, reaching her free hand out and tickle over the skin of my scrotum while she diddled me with the other...
 
I was then aware that my hips were shaking... My giggling stopped... replaced by gasps of wonder... and naive terror. Something was happening to me... My 'tail' felt different. I thought it was going to explode or fall off...
 
"Ohhh wh-what's happening?" I whimpered... I was scared... but the girls didn't stop... A shocking... ticklish sensation passed through my 'tail.' I couldn't stop my hips moving, I couldn't stop the feeling in my 'tail...' I started to cry... I curled up tightly into a ball to shut the world out... and thinking that something bad was happening to me... Maybe it was something bad... Maybe the girls broke me.
 
--
As quick as it began, the flashback clouded over again in my mind and the detail became muddled. I half wondered if I had imagined everything... But even if I did imagine it, I felt embarrassed at the thoughts I was 'allowing' to permeate my mind. And if I hadn't imagined it, and the thoughts were actually long forgotten memories, then that would be just as embarrassing...
 
All of those girls getting to see me naked... use lotion on me and get to play with my penis... Teasing me about being their puppy... with a stiff tail...
 
'Oh my god... I had a cum... dry... while the girls were supposed to be caring for me... Caroline wasn't the first to... do that to me... Girls have always been in charge... playing with me...'
 
"Hold still nudie boy," Josie said teasingly from behind me, focussing my attention again on the there and now, real life event about to unfold... "Hold still and relax! Okay?"
 
"Y-yes, Miss Josie," I quivered with nervous expectation. I heard similar 'starters orders exchanged between Anita and Stephanie too. I took a deep breath, just like the other boy... The humiliation was about to escalate once more.
 
With agonising slow motion, Josie placed her finger onto my perineum, right between my ball bag and my anus, rubbing back and forth a little for a moment or two...
 
"Nnnngghgh, ohhh!" I gasped with surprise, my hips and thighs lurching forward at the sensation. It was instantly arousing and I could feel my penis begin to stiffen again right away as her finger snaked a little higher with each gentle, but purposeful rub until she was circling my anus with her delicate, slippery fingertip... Indeed, her fingertip was very slippery and I could feel the lotion coating her hand start to puddle at my entrance... It was a very gooey feeling... kind of yucky and naughty, but arousing at the same time...
 
Bravely looking at 'Stephanie's' face in front of me, I could see that he was experiencing similar things given his expression... His eyes were neither open or closed, and his breathing was more a series of gasps... I realised that he was a mirror image of me... Our experiences and the sensations we were feeling at the hands of these girls were the same, even if our looks were very different.
 
As Josie's finger tightened it's circle around my anus, beginning to centre on the entrance itself, I knew what was coming by now and allowed my buttocks to relax, pushing back a little as I breathed out... She sensed it too, and paused briefly to squelch a little more lotion onto her fingers...
 
"Ohhhhh... Mmmmm! Ohhhh... god..." I sighed as her slippery finger penetrated me a little and began to work away at me... trying to squirm a little deeper with each gyration and gentle thrust. I knew that this girl kind of cared about what she was doing... This wasn't a hurried chore of a job like Suzanne seemed to make it.
 
"Good boy Phillipa..." Josie praised me quietly. "I know you like it... you relaxed so quickly and let me in... And you're all stiff again already down here!! <giggle>" With that, I felt her free hand briefly leave my buttock and tug gently on my undeniable erection underneath me... Satisfied at having made her point, she replaced her hand onto my buttock, steadying me as she penetrated deeper into my anus with her finger.
 
"Ohhhh... Mmmmm..." I breathed deeply as I continued to relax as best as I could... As humiliating as it was, I didn't mind the sensation of her finger being there... I had grown used to this kind of treatment, despite the initial feelings of humiliation. I couldn't deny my sexual excitement to anybody. It was just how my body was programmed to react wasn't it?
 
"And I like fingering boys like this too..." Josie continued quietly, wriggling her finger around inside me, before starting the familiar 'in and out' thrusts. "You all look so weak and dreamy when a girl is fucking you with her fingers..."
 
"Miss Josie... Oooggghh..." I sighed weakly, kind of conceding her point.
 
"<giggle> One day, when you've started making 'boy milk,' I will be able to do this to you and make your stuff leak out of your willy without you getting to feel an orgasm..."
 
"You're lying..." I grunted, pushing back against her finger as it thrusted against me. In and out... "That's not possible..."
 
"Oh but it is <giggle>... There's a whole chapter in the Big Book Of Boy Secrets all about harvesting 'boy milk...' A hundred different ways to milk a male!! <giggle> Quite a lot of them involve barely having to touch a male's willy at all... And the best ones are where the male doesn't get to orgasm at all until the end... only when the female allows it..."
 
"Stop it! Please!" I blushed at the ongoing teasing, and the 'thrill' of the sensation that Josie was giving me with her finger. The girls always found a way to make a boy feel more insecure. "Don't tease me like that..."
 
<giggle> was all I could hear as her finger pushed further up into me than before.
 
I looked briefly at Stephanie and saw that his eyes were glazed and distant, his face relaxed as he breathed in what I assumed to be a rhythm with Anita's finger as she 'inspected' him too.
 
"Good boy... nearly done..." Anita chimed from behind him.
 
"Nnngghhh, ohhhhhh..." he whimpered opposite me. I knew how he felt.
 
"This looks wonderful!" Caroline beamed to my right as she looked at the scene playing out in front of her. "I think what would be so wonderful right now, would be for Phillipa and Stephanie to perform the boys' code again while they are being inspected..."
 
"Oh please... no, Miss Caroline," I whimpered and grunted against the invasive finger inside my bottom...
 
"Oh come on Phillipa, be a sport... It's the least you boys could do to honour your superiors that have to perform this nasty job with you... Hmmm? So come on, after three... one... two... three!"
 
And with that, I led Stephanie as we repeated the boys' code for our girlish superiors at the same time as having our bottoms 'inspected...'
 
"Girls are in charge, boys are not...
Boys... are slaves... girls are not...
Girls rule forever... and boys obey...
Because girls are better, in every way..."
 
"Girls rule forever!" Caroline said as soon as we finished. And as always, the other girls repeated the 'amen' with precision synchronicity.
 
"Girls rule forever!"
 
"Wasn't that lovely?" Caroline beamed with pride, enjoying our boyish predicament. "Okay I think that should do it... Boys, return to your 'sit' position while we consider your results...
 
With a curious 'pop' sensation, I felt Josie remove her finger from my bottom and effectively set me free to return to my required 'sit' position. Stephanie felt the same thing and I heard him grunt a little more loudly than I had - no doubt Anita being a little less caring and experienced in the art of 'fingering' a boy like that. As we adopted the required posture, Anita and Josie moved to their position ready to deliver the verdict...
 
And just when I thought the humiliation of that ordeal was passing, I was alerted to the rampant giggling of the girls in the hut as they were looking at Stephanie and I. As we faced off again in our 'sit' position, the reality of the situation became clearer and clearer.
 
"<giggle> Look girls! <click>" Suzanne chuckled, firing off an exposure on her camera. "Look how much they enjoyed that!" I looked down at where Suzanne was pointing, then across at Stephanie... Dear readers, I blushed scarlet... Both of us boys were sporting very stiff looking little hairless erections from between our legs...
 
"Indeed Suzanne..." Caroline agreed with a judgemental smirk. "Just like it says in the book... EVERY boy likes that being done to them one way or another... Any one of them trying to deny it is merely lying to himself! <giggle>"
 
"You poor boys," Suzanne added with scorn. "Once more, your little wormy willies betray you! I'm so glad I'm a girl!"
 
'I'm not glad I'm a boy right now...' I thought mournfully. I used to be proud to be a boy didn't I? The excitement I felt deep in my mind and through my crotch was shameful to admit... but it was there... poking out for all to see, just like Stephanie's too. 'But I need to feel good... I want to... cum...' It was why I obeyed... why I came back... I was hooked...
 
"Okay let's see how clean or dirty you boys are today..." Caroline said, refocusing the meeting. "Phillipa, please 'display' for Josie... And Anita, please help Stephanie display..."
 
Given that the other boy and I were already in the 'sit' position, it was quite easy and quick to adopt the 'display' position. As you know from the earlier accounts I have written about in my story, in order for a boy member (like me) to 'display,' I had to 'sit' like normal, but with one key addition. Kneeling up on my cushion, my knees apart... my ankles locked over each other behind me and my hands on top of my head. The key addition was that the foreskin of my penis had to be retracted in order to complete my full, obedient 'display' for the girls.
 
I quickly reached down and retracted my foreskin with newly gained 'confidence and experience' gifted to me by the girls that week, feeling it 'pop' snugly into place behind my damp, tingling glans. And then I wondered...
 
'But Stephanie is circumcised... how does he 'present?' I watched as Natasha handed her younger sister a short length of light blue ribbon with a golden coloured bell on it. A miniature jingling sleigh bell... It reminded me of the other naked boy's glans, with the little slit at the end to allow the bell sound 'tinkle' to escape... With growing curiosity, some initial amusement and a dawning sense of empathic compassion for my fellow victim, I watched Anita secure the ribbon around Stephanie's erect preteen penis...
 
When Anita stepped away, I could see the 'presentation' decoration clearly... the ribbon tied neatly around the boy's erect shaft, snug to the junction with his bald crotch. Tied off in the neatest of neat, girlish bows and the bell, taught against the underside of his penis... For something that I had been programmed this week to consider as ugly and worthless, Stephanie's penis looked so... 'pretty...'
 
'Boy's willies belong to girls... ALL girls...' I thought with submission. 'Stephanie's penis belongs to girls... they've turned his boy-penis, into a girl-penis... If girls had penises instead of boys, that's what they would look like... It's so pretty... HEY, stop looking at his thing! It's not pretty... it's just a dumb, ugly boy-cock... You're not gay... It's Emma you love... Oh god... what have they done to him? What will they do to me?'
 
I blushed crimson again as I watched Josie come before me, having seen that I had been looking at the other boy's penis with some curiosity. With hands firmly on top of my head, I was now 'displaying' just for her and she wore a look of amusement on her face. She was looking downward, right at my tingling erection... looking at the parts of me that made me different from her... inferior to her.
 
She kneeled down on her cushion in front of me, never taking her eyes off my cock... Just like all of the girls in the Langton Magna Girls' Club, she undoubtedly lived for the enjoyment of this kind of situation... the feeling of power and control over a naked boy... She enjoyed the feeling of being in command... making me and other boys do things... relishing the chance to repeatedly humiliate us boys as members of the weaker sex... And of course the holy grail of feeling truly superior to me... Superior, just because she was a girl. It must feel good to be a girl when its happening like that. It must feel good to have a vulva... and a tingly clitoris... when they're dominating boys like Stephanie and me...
 
I felt a little bit of my confidence return as I waited there, looking at Josie. I'd been given a thorough bath the previous evening by Emma, and I hadn't been to the loo or felt the need to go to the loo for 'that' kind of thing that morning, so I couldn't be dirty... That didn't make it all any less humiliating, but I kind of knew already that it would be a green tick. The question for me was, would Stephanie be clean too?
 
I did feel a little bit of relief with the reminder that I was dealing with girls and not savages. So I also kind of knew that I wouldn't have to have the stomach churning indignity and horror of having 'that' finger put inside my mouth. But if Stephanie was dirty, would I have to suffer the ordeal or smelling Anita's finger? 'Urrrghhh... Errrrgghhh!!!' I squirmed in my mind with horror. 'He better be fucking clean!'
 
"Look at my finger Phillipa... is it dirty?" Josie asked me, finally looking up into my eyes. In front of her, she held up her hand and showed me the finger that had so recently been squirreling around on the inside of my anus. I stared at it... her finger still looked kind of gunky and slippery due to the baby-lotion that had been used as a lubricant. I felt a mild sense of relief and happiness when I saw her finger... It was technically clean...
 
"It's clean... Miss Josie..." I smiled politely. "Apart from the lotion that has left it all shiny looking..."
 
"Good... and you didn't make it difficult for me to inspect you like some boys do... It's obvious that you liked it... what with your yummy looking little pecker giving me it's full attention... <giggle>"
 
"Please... Miss Josie..." I blushed in mild protest to stop her teasing of me. But she was a girl and being on the front foot like that, could drag it out for as long as she wanted to toy with me.
 
"You're just like every other boy Phillipa... so afraid to admit that you like something that you think that you shouldn't... But it's okay... you can admit it to me nudie boy... Tell all the girls that you liked having my finger playing around inside your cute little bum..." she giggled knowingly. She could tell all this from how my body reacted... the same as 'every boy' she had somehow been able to tame in this way.  
 
"I liked it... Miss Josie... ermmm ladies..." I blushed, looking around at the various girls staring back at me in the hut. "I liked having Miss Josie's finger... errrmm... playing around, inside... my... cute <blush> little bum..."
 
"Good girl... I enjoyed it too..." she said, looking across at Emma, almost as if there was a challenge being set between them. "Now smell it... just to make sure..." With that, she offered her finger up to my nose and waited for me to breath in...
 
I breathed in as I had become accustomed to, as shallow as I thought I could get away with. I was relieved that all I could smell was the slippery looking lotion... The lotion that smelled so familiar... and nice... and offered me a look back at what I was convinced was my past...
 
--
I was crying on the rug in front of the fire, still naked and curled in a ball... Five girls all looking sheepish at each other and trying not to giggle... wondering if they had gone too far or if they were going to get into trouble...
 
My mother heard my crying and entered the room with a maternally sing song voice of fussiness...
 
"Oh poor Phillip... whatever is the matter sweetheart?" she said, crouching down at my side and stroking the back of my head...
 
"My tail feels funny mummy... <sob> It's falling off... It's broken..." I whimpered in floods of tears. The girls around me began to giggle loudly at what I said and I could hear my own mother join in with the laughter. I felt stupid... if my own mother was laughing at me, then it couldn't be that bad... could it?
 
"Oh come on my dear... let's have a good look at you and see what the matter is..." With that, my mother began to unravel me from my defensive position and I let her... she was my mother... I was still too young to care about modesty 'down there.' My mother gave me the once over and then turned me round to face the girls... She then took a cushion off the sofa and placed it on the floor just in front of me... "Kneel up on this cushion honey... let's all have a look at you... good boy..."
 
And there, in front of the giggling girls, I was kneeling up on the cushion... my mother crossing my ankles behind me and placing my hands submissively on my head for me...
 
"There's a good boy... look down Phillip... what do you see?" my mother asked softly but insistent.
 
"I see my <sob> tail mummy..." It was still erect and pointing straight out from my body. It seemed to me that's what my 'tail' wanted to do... I had no control over my 'tail.'
 
"And is it falling off poppet?"
 
"No mummy..." I frowned, feeling foolish... If anything, instead of falling off, it bobbed up and down a little as I blinked away my tears and swayed from side to side.
 
"And does it hurt sweety?"
 
"No mummy... <sniffle> it tingles... and it's all stiff..." I replied quietly... more bashful. The girls giggled again quietly, and that made me blush and finally giggle with them. I didn't know any different. I was a good boy. If they were laughing, then it must be alright.
 
"It looks very happy to me Phillip," my mother smiled warmly. "You see, little boys are made from slugs and snails and puppy dog tails... And your little tail got a little bit too excited... that's all. Nothing to worry about honey... it's just you being a normal, healthy boy... Your tail isn't going to fall off, no matter how excited it gets... I promise... Now tell the girls how sorry you are for being a silly-billy..."
 
"<sniffle> I'm s-sorry for being a... silly-billy..." I said softly, trying hard to look at the girls watching me, though finding it newly difficult. They weren't looking at my face... only ever staring between my legs... I started to think about why that was... and why I was the only one naked... and I reasoned that I was the only boy there... That must be how things are... it must be okay because mummy allows it and it happens a lot.
 
"Good boy... now you have some time left to play with the girls before I take you home for bedtime..."
 
"Should I put my pants back on mummy?" I asked timidly. Something inside my mind was telling me that I should cover some parts of my body up. The feeling I had got in my 'tail' made me feel different... made me look at things differently. I knew it had felt funny... nice... and made me shake all over... I wasn't sure I wanted to share that feeling with anyone else... or let anyone else know that I was having that feeling... It was something I wanted to keep a secret... It was either that or I just wanted to hide myself away because of how foolish I felt about being a nudie cry-baby, all worried about my 'tail' falling off... and the girls giggling about it.
 
"No honey... you don't need them here... you're just a boy Phillip... The girls don't mind, do you?"
 
"Not one bit Mrs White... Phillip's a good boy," the blonde haired birthday girl said brightly, her smile beaming at me. "We love it when you bring him here to play... We have so much fun together... C'mon Phillip... let's play 'tickle the puppy' again..."
 
"Yeah come on..." another, auburn haired girl smiled at me, offering me her hand. I took her hand submissively and let her escort me over to the makeshift den made by suspending bed sheets between the bits of furniture... "We've got lots of tricks to teach you... we're going to have so much fun with you little puppy boy..." Into the dark, seclusion of the girl's den with them I went...
 
Then the thoughts and memories fogged over again... Returning me to the present.
 
--
"Good girl... now tell the Club how clean you are today?" Josie instructed, withdrawing her finger from under my nose - and with it, the aroma of the lotion.   
 
"Ladies... errm... everyone..." I began gingerly, my mind trying to balance the present with the worries I had about what had happened to me in my apparent memories that were starting to visit me. "I'm, as clean... as a girl... today." I bit my lip nervously.
 
"Good girl Phillipa," Caroline smiled at me. "A green tick for your chart for a nice, clean bottom..." Although she said that, I clenched my buttocks and felt kind of 'nasty' and slippery back there with the sensation of the remaining lotion used as lubricant. "And Anita, what about Stephanie's bottom?"
 
"Well, Stephanie... is my finger clean, or dirty?" Anita asked the boy opposite me brightly, happy to be a centre of attention. I saw him look towards the finger that the girl was holding up in front of him. He blushed as he stared at it, totally embarrassed at what was happening. He even looked briefly at me as I saw him swallow...
 
"It's clean Miss Anita... just the lotion... I'm clean..." Stephanie responded quietly. For an 'experienced' boy member of the Club, he really was a bag of nerves, and if I thought it were possible, seemed to show shame and humiliation threefold to that of my own... If it were possible of course.
 
"It looks that way Stephanie... but right here in front of everyone, smell it and tell us if you're clean or dirty today..." Anita giggled menacingly, wriggling her finger under the boy's nose.
 
I watched curiously as the other naked boy breathed in with a look of shame and disgust on his face and breathed out again...
 
"It's clean Miss Anita... I promise... Ladies, I'm as clean... as a girl..." Stephanie said, breathing a sigh of relief, matched only by my own.
 
"Good boy..." Anita praised as though she were addressing a much younger child. "But I want you to tell everyone how much you enjoyed being fingered by a girl Stephanie... And then, I want you to ask me nicely to ring your little bell... But be extra nice, not like last time when Elizabeth had to spank you... Go on..." 
 
"Oh god..." Stephanie muttered quietly, looking down at his penis. "Everyone... I w-want you all to know that... <sniffle> I enjoyed b-being... f-fingered by a girl..."
 
"In your bum! Say it, you pervy-bed-wetting wanker!" Suzanne barked suddenly entering the discussion again in her inevitably harsh trademark 'style.'  
 
"S-so-sorry... M-Miss Suzanne..." he stammered weakly, clearly ashamed. "I enjoyed, being... fingered in my... b-bottom... oh gosh... in my b-bum... by a girl!"
 
"Then what?" Anita pressed quickly.
 
"Please Miss Anita... before all of the witnesses of Langton Magna Girls' Club... as a token of my submission to the teachings of supreme Goddess Freyja... I declare that all females, from birth to death, are superior to the weaker, inferior male sex in every way... <blush> You Miss Anita, <sniffle> are a girl... and because of that, and only that... you are my superior... my conqueror... my leader..."
 
"I am honoured to wear the Ribbon Of Enslavement around the penis attached to my body... The ribbon and the accompanying bell, is the confirmation, that my penis is owned and controlled by girls... ANY girl who wishes to use it for their pleasure and amusement... As a small demonstration of my obedience to you as a girl... <blush> I b-beg you to make my bell ring again... for the amusement of your friends..."
 
Well... I didn't know what to think... I was embarrassed on behalf of the other boy for having to so heartily bare his soul like that and humble himself so thoroughly. But I respected him for it. I didn't think I'd ever be able to reel off anything quite like that... And who was this mysterious Goddess that Stephanie had mentioned? I remembered hearing Caroline talk about her earlier in the meeting. I still had much to learn.
 
'God is actually a GIRL!' I thought again with regret.
 
"Very well Stephanie..." Anita smirked proudly, reaching out her clean hand and pushing the top side of Stephanie's erection downward towards the floor. She held it there, to the obvious discomfort of the boy... then let it go...
 
<boing... tinkle... tinkle...> The boy's penis sprang back upright and began to bounce a couple of times, accompanied by the jingling tinkle of the little bell attached to the ceremonial ribbon. <tinkle-tinkle>... The girls began to giggle... all of them.
 
Once again, the girl pushed the top side of the boy's erection down towards the floor and let go... achieving the same result as before... <boing... tinkle-tinkle-tinkle...>
 
"Nnggghh..." Stephanie grunted, making me look up from his bouncing crotch and into his eyes. He had a forlorn look of ashamed resignation as the girl repeatedly made the bell attached to his penis ring over and over again... just for her amusement, and that of the other girls.
 
"Good boy..." Anita praised him again with a patronising tone, pleased with the simple show of obedience on his part. "Now then... when I really make your bell jingle, I want you to look right at Phillipa and admit to him which sex is better... and which one is weaker... Got that?" The other boy nodded silently, with obvious reluctance, and waited... "Good boy... here goes..."
 
With that, Anita moved to nestle behind Stephanie and grabbed his erection between her thumb and forefinger like how I imagined it would look if she were going to masturbate him... And she began to shake it with some purpose... Up and down and side to side...
 
<tinkle... tinkle-tinkle-jingle-tinkle> the bell chorused with some festive sounding glee. And as the ringing began, I saw Stephanie look into my eyes solemnly, clearly humiliated, no doubt wanting to cry... and he said,
 
"Phillipa... girls are b-better than boys... <blush> <tinkle-jingle-tinkle-tinkle> And b-boys are... <blush> the weaker s-sex..." His face crumpled in defeat and I looked back at him hoping that he could see that I was sorry for him having to undergo that ordeal. I mean, he had just been forced to betray his whole gender to a member of the same sex... Was I supposed to be angry with him? Maybe, but I wasn't... I knew just how he felt...
 
There, in front of all those witnessing girls, two naked boys were 'sat' facing each other... one having just admitted to the other that girls were better. Somehow in my mind, I pictured the scene from Empire Strikes Back, in Bespin's Cloud City, where Han Solo (me) is about to be frozen in carbonite and taken away by Boba Fett to Jabba's Palace... That moment where Princess Leia says to him, 'I love you...' I could only think of Han's response...
 
"I know..." I replied softly to Stephanie. Without actually repeating it back to him, I kind of acknowledged what he had said and admitted it back to him with empathy for his suffering. I guess it was to help make both him and me feel better about it all if I could. On this occasion, there was no rousing lovey-dovey music score by John Williams to accompany the scene... only the humiliating ringing of that bell...
 
A short while later, after Anita had become bored of ringing Stephanie's ceremonial bell, the meeting was called to order and it was time for 'drinks...' As Emma and Caroline arranged the drinks in the usual manner (lemonade for girls, and some mystery cola for boys), Josie and Anita both used wet-wipes to clean off their hands of the baby-lotion used as the inspection lubricant.
 
As Stephanie and I regained in our 'sit' position now side by side again, kneeling up on our cushions, I watched as the girls eagerly drank down their lemonade. Naturally, being female, they were served first. Then, Natasha brought a plastic cup of the cola over and stood in front of Stephanie. Emma, with a similar disposable plastic cup brought one over to where I was and stood in front of me.
 
"Are you thirsty?" Emma asked me, looking right into my eyes. She was beautiful. She seemed to be able to smile at me, without actually looking as though she was smiling. It was the first real chance I had to speak to her since getting caught earlier.
 
"Yes Miss Emma," I replied quietly. "I'm sorry for what I did... you know, earlier... please don't hate me... I have to know... about my dad and-"
 
"Shhhh," she whispered... "Not now... drink this." With that, she offered the plastic cup to my mouth as I nakedly kneeled there submissively in front of her. My lips pursed around the pronounced rim of the cup and I felt the cool cola enter my mouth slowly... it fizzed on my tongue. I could sense that Stephanie was drinking too.
 
"Good boy..." Emma said quietly as she watched me drink, her free hand reaching down to cup my ball sac and briefly caress me there.
 
Unbeknown to us two boys of course, this was a special cola that Emma mixed at the veterinary surgery, with secret, 'for girls eyes only' ingredients normally meant only for male cattle... The drink had a distinctive purpose, to make a male's penis stiffen ready for semen collection (repeated 'milking' or harvesting) or mating with a procession of females, whilst making him easier to restrain and control through temporary weakening of the main limb muscles.  
 
Meanwhile, the lemonade that the girls had drunk was also a 'special brew,' designed to give a temporary boost of stamina and muscle power for horses recovering from minor limb fractures. The duration of effects that both drinks were active depended on carefully balanced dosage that had been expertly worked out by Emma... a very clever girl indeed. As such, the effects lasted only a handful of hours after a short 'lead in' period to allow for the chemicals and drugs to take their effect on each recipient.
 
"That's it Phillipa... good boy," Emma praised me again quietly as I finished the last of the drink with a big gulping gasp that echoed inside the cup. The reason for the gasp was that as her hand began to retreat from fondling my balls, her fingers snaked around the shaft of my cock, tugging on me a little and assessing the newly invigorated erection sprouting from me... I would not be flaccid again for at least four hours... the same with Stephanie who had been enduring the same teasing from Anita.
 
As us two boys were being given our drinks, Natasha and Josie had set about updating my charts on the wall, detailing my cleanliness and behaviour. Both girls also retrieved other charts from within a pink covered A4 ring-binder that had previously been hidden in the other wooden toy chest - the charts that detailed Stephanie's performance in the Club. They were neatly arranged next to mine for easy comparison by anybody wanting to learn more about us as boy members of the club. It all looked very neat and girlish once the charts were all up side by side.
 
Somehow I could only be reminded of just how perfect girls were in just about everything they ever did. They really were superior to boys as a gender... so meticulous, attentive to fine detail, professional in their presentation of our boyish weaknesses and inferiorities on our charts. As boys, we could learn so much more from them, if only we were strong and brave enough to accept their superiority over us... and man enough to let them win.
 
As soon as the drinks break was over, the meeting was called to order by Caroline, once more sat proudly on her garden chair throne. Two naked boys in front of her, and including her, six fully clothed girls all arranged in a neatly organised Girls' Club meeting formation.  
 
"It was brought to my attention that one of our junior members may need some further explanation about a part of his body... so Emma, please tell the group what this is all about..." Caroline said, turning to Emma and motioning her to go over and stand next to her.
 
"Well," Emma began her story with the confidence of a teacher telling her class a story... "As you already know girls, last night, I gave Phillipa his bath. And he was such a good boy for me..." I blushed as the focus of attention shifted to me as I was spoken about again like I were an inanimate object. It wasn't in a nasty way, after all, she said she liked me... But it was still the air of professionalism she had about her, like she was just doing her job.
 
As she continued to speak, Emma moved over to the mysterious toy chest that had been locked earlier when I was snooping and she pulled out the Big Book of Boy Secrets.
 
"Of course, like all boys, he was quite shy and nervous at first when his mother took me... a girl... into the bathroom. He looked so cute in there, up to his neck in his mother's bubble bath!" At that, the other girls giggled and I almost thought that Stephanie sniggered too, albeit silently. It was just something I sensed from the corner of my eye. "He didn't much care for the idea that a girl was going to give him his bath and that it would mean I would see him naked... You would never have guessed that I had seen him naked quite a bit before then... and also touched his boy parts. So why was he so modest and shy when it became clear I was going to give him his bath?"
 
"Only Phillipa knows, and we'll try to help him with that while he is a junior member with us... but like all boys, the thought of being seen naked by a girl... or being touched by a girl or even just bathed so lovingly by a girl is somehow so shameful... It's like the end of the world for a boy to be naked in front of a girl... or to be handled or bathed or treated by a girl, until they open up and accept it as part of nature's plan. And the main reason is, as noted in Chapter 3B of this book, boys believe their so called 'private parts' to be special. Their penis... their testicles inside the little 'fun-bag' underneath and behind... To boys, they're the holy grail."
 
Emma opened the thick, heavy looking book, presumably to Chapter 3B, and then continued her presentation.
 
"Boys have a misplaced pride in their sex organs... giving rise to a false feeling of superiority over females just for possessing a penis. As if having a penis, makes them better than girls. Of course, we all know different... But even though boys have a penis and testicles between their legs, they have a misplaced modesty about them too. As though they are soooo special... so valuable... it is shameful for them to be seen... touched... or even bathed by a female, especially a girl. Boys feel that they have to be kept hidden away..."
 
"What Chapter 3B informs us girls best is through a key question that no boy I have met or read about has ever been able to answer fully or debate coherently without getting tongue-tied or getting all sissy on me and starting to cry when a girl gets the better of them. The question is, 'if a penis is so very special a piece of treasure that indicates some sort of male supremacy, like it's a badge of honour, why are boys so desperate to keep them covered up and out of sight of girls' eyes?' Why is it so secret if it's so special? Hmmm? Why is it Stephanie?"
 
"I errm... I don't know Miss Emma..." the other boy replied quickly but quietly under pressure.
 
"Why don't boys all go around naked and show off their 'special' private parts to the world? Hmmm? After all, the only point of a penis is to put it inside a willing girl's vagina to make a baby... That's all it's there for... The bigger the 'cock,' the more chance of finding a mate... Hmmm? It's just nature... Female versus male... Why don't boys act like the ancient statues in the art galleries around the world... naked boys, naked men with their willies proudly on display for ALL the girls to see and... admire and choose from? <giggle> Why is it Stephanie?"
 
"Please Miss... <sniffle> Emma... I don't know... I don't-"
 
"It's right here in this book Stephanie..." Emma continued confidently. "It's because you yourselves believe the lie that having a penis is to be somehow special. A falsehood of pride in your genitals... But they're not special are they Phillipa?"
 
"No, Miss Emma..." I replied, my mouth dry as I recalled my experiences in the bathroom the previous night. "My penis is nothing special..."
 
"That's right... penises are not special at all," Emma continued. "We ALL know this... But it's also because boys are scared of the reaction a girl might have to seeing his penis... Boys are afraid of being found out to be... small down there between their legs... weak... vulnerable and an object of amusement... You see, deep down, boys are scared... terrified at how easily a girl can defeat him... or destroy him. If the girl has no respect for his penis, how can she ever have respect for him as a boy... or a man... Having a penis dominates every aspect of a boy's mind and causes him so much worry and angst, it has become nothing more than a cruel joke that nature has played on them. Having a penis doesn't make a boy superior to a girl after all, does it Phillipa?"
 
"No Miss Emma..."
 
"Does it Stephanie?"
 
"No Miss Emma..." the other boy replied solemnly.
 
"Good... that's right... your penis is your weakness... Your boy genitals are your biggest disadvantage... Now both of you answer me... are men superior to women?"
 
"No Miss Emma..." we replied quickly, in surprising unison. Both of us now conditioned to know what to say or face consequences.
 
"Are boys better than girls?"
 
"No Miss Emma!"
 
There was a pause for a couple of seconds to let all that sink in. Emma was a very articulate presenter, even at aged eleven.
 
"But there's more... right here in the book..." Emma said more quietly, the calm after the storm, or maybe some calm before another storm. "Boys have a false confidence in their abilities, and their strengths. The lies that boys believe that they're somehow better than girls, stronger than girls, and more clever than girls all gives rise to an over-confidence that is very easily shattered by a girl given but half a chance to challenge a boy."
 
"And nature having given the penises out to the boys is yet again, a cruel flaw in their biological design that makes it easier for girls to press home their superiorities and advantages. The thought that just by having a penis will carry them through to enable them to be successful fuels that boyish over-confidence... It fuels the lies that you have believed up to the point you joined this Club when we, humble girls, showed you the truth... We demonstrated the truth to you... Having a penis is not an advantage at all, it's a small, worthless piece of flesh that is weak and vulnerable. It's easy for a girl to take control of to make you feel pain, to make you feel ashamed... or to make you feel good and bring you pleasure. As you've seen during your junior membership of this Club, because of all that, it's easy for a girl to beat a boy both physically and mentally... And easier still, when a girl has control of his cock... Hmmm? And now we own your penises... we can make you obey us, we can make you feel pain if you disobey us... and we can make you feel good if you do obey..."
 
Stephanie and I seemingly gulped in unison. My mouth was certainly dry as I listened to Emma press home her beliefs, now believing more and more of it myself much to my chagrin and disappointment. I felt the muscle at the base of my cock flex beyond my control, seemingly in salute of the girl I loved, who was humbling my gender with another presentation from the Big Book of Boy Secrets.
 
"They're just penises between your legs... Remember, they're nothing special... And you're just boys... learning to be free of your over-confidences... to be free of you're needless modesty... and to renounce the lies told to boys through two millennia of patriarchy."
 
'Patriarchy?' I thought blankly. There was no Google back then and a dictionary was way back in my bedroom desk.
 
"You can't help being boys... but as junior members of our Club, we will continue to teach you nature's truths, the writings of Goddess Freyja and nurture your developing beliefs in female superiority and help make a better, peaceful world where girls rule, and boys obey..."
 
There was a polite round of applause for Emma, afforded by the other girls in the Club hut, before Emma nodded her head in acknowledgement of her girl-shaped club-mates and then smiled warmly at me, into my eyes first, then down at my cock.
 
"So," she continued, "after overcoming his modesty and his shame... Phillipa never really did show any over-confidence last night <ha-ha-giggle>. Instead, he was a very brave boy, letting me know in a way that he really wanted to learn... And so he asked me to tell him more about mother nature's little scar that is given to all boys that reminds them that they all started out life as females in their mother's womb. Let's start with some pictures first to remind ourselves what we're talking about..."
 
With that, she approached a little closer to me and turned a couple of pages in the book, before turning it round so that Stephanie and I could see the pictures on the double page spread... On the left were two pictures, presumably of the same unidentifiable boy. I say unidentifiable because the pictures showed close ups...
 
The upper picture (with a large clear text box that was illegible to me from that distance and with some annotative arrows) showed a real boy's front... the whole of his crotch. His thighs were wide apart and it looked as though he was laying down on a dark blue bath towel. He was pre-pubescent, like I was, totally smooth, harmless looking pink, and his foreskin was not retracted. The boy had a clear erection as his shaft was sticking upwards and away from his delicate, vulnerable looking scrotum... Clear as day was the tell tale raph line separating each side of his velvety little 'fun-bag.' The annotating arrows on the page pointed to the 'scar,' showing the viewer that it reached upward from the scrotum onto the shaft of the penis itself, though not quite as pronounced. The raph also seemed to disappear round underneath and behind the scrotum.
 
The lower picture appeared to be the same boy but shown from behind, having changed positions and in what looked to be down on all fours on the same towel. I say 'all fours,' but the picture clearly showed him holding his buttocks apart so that the camera could see the full extent of his perineum and the raph scar. His timid little pouty anal opening, so pink and tender looking, all exposed to the fresh air... It was embarrassing for me all over again to see just what the girls had access to in this book, quite intimidating what they must have seen and learned, to know so expertly about boys.
 
I felt the humiliation on behalf of the boy in the picture - did he know what these pictures would be used for? All these girls getting to look at him? I assumed there and then that there were copies of this book, or similar publications in all of the other Girls' Clubs that Caroline alluded to earlier... Those poor boys...
 
I also felt the shame too at the reminder of just how much of a boy's privates a girl could see when she was looking at him from behind... She could still see everything, even though the boy might think she was just looking at his bum!
 
<blush>
 
On the right hand side was another sexually immature boy, this time circumcised and again, he was erect to fully display the extent of the perineal raph scar. His glans was darker pink than the other boy, not quite as shiny and a little dry looking. His raph was a lot less pronounced, a bit like mine was. It was however, still very much there as a reminder that he was once a girl... There was no denying it for ANY boy...
 
'At first, he was going to be a she...' I thought kind of mournful and hard done by. 'He was going to have a vulva... he was going to be... better... a lucky girl... until nature made him a boy instead... an unlucky boy... Until nature made him imperfect and... inferior... I want a vulva... I want a vagina instead... SHUT UP PHILLIP! No you don't! You penis helps make you what you are... what helps make you feel good! You're a BOY! Deal with it...'
 
Emma turned the page after a few moments, and having made sure that both Stephanie and I had seen all the pictures. On this next page, there was a black boy's penis and scrotum from the front, and then the usual shot from the back with his hands holding his buttocks apart... Although he was pre-pubescent again, his erection seemed to be a little bigger than the two white boys on the previous page... Maybe by as much as a centimetre...
 
Looking back, that may partly be because this black boy was uncircumcised, but with his foreskin fully retracted. It showed the tightness of his frenulum as it was taut to the bottom edge of his mushroom glans... And there before me, the strikingly pink tip and glans of his penis in frighteningly graphic detail... The line of his perineal raph scar was darker in tone than his skin and made it look more pronounced than any of the boys seen so far. His ball sac looked somehow more filled out, wider than the others... heavier.
 
I gulped when I saw the pictures on the other page... Smaller pictures this time, but a collection of ten or twelve very close, close ups of just different boys' penises and scrotums, some erect, some flaccid, some skinned back, some natural, and some circumcised. Some black, some Asian, some white... The private parts of 'all the boys of the whole world' on one page in a book - all there for the girls to look at, study and maybe laugh at too... Maybe secretly touch themselves whilst they look... Yes, I know they did that... a lot.
 
That page was a kind of summary to show the different shapes, sizes of boyish genitalia, the different colours... and the different levels of definition that the scar of mother nature, the perineal raph possessed... The only consolation was the reminder that not all boys are the same, no matter what a girl tells you if she says, 'you've seen one penis, you've seen 'em all...' It's all bollocks... (that was a joke... get it?)
 
"They're wonderful aren't they Phillipa?" Emma rhetorically asked me brightly, flicking the page back to the previous one and holding it a little closer to me but still not close enough that I could read the words in the text box. "On the left is a boy we call Luke... he has a cute willy and-"
 
"Lippy Luke!" Suzanne interjected, undermining Emma. "There's a whole chapter on him showing his development from birth through to age fourteen with lots of pictures of him in the nude! Front and back! We call him 'Lippy Luke' because he was born with a cleft palette... and it made his mouth look all deformed. Like a vulva with teeth for a mouth! There's lots of pictures of that too that show what the treatment was and how he underwent an operation to straighten him out... He looks quite... 'normal' and handsome now... and yes, like Emma says, he has a cute willy! <giggle>"
 
"Thank you Suzanne," Caroline added with indignation at her boisterously predicable sister's outburst. "Carry on Emma..."
 
"But I want to tell Phillipa about birth defects!" Suzanne whined.
 
"Another time... tomorrow perhaps... Come on Emma, carry on..." Caroline insisted.
 
"Okay," Emma began again, nodding respectfully to the leader on her garden chair 'throne.' "So I took a long time to tell Phillipa about the perineal raph and show it to him by letting him see himself in a mirror as he squatted down above it... Why don't you show the girls what you learned Phillipa? Sit down like a girl on your cushion and describe your raph to us and point to each place with your fingers?"
 
I started to blush hard at the request, as I am sure you would too... This was a very humiliating request... well, command really. I was going to have to do it. I was about to start moving into position when Caroline interjected to save me... or break me further...
 
"Well let's not be too hasty Emma," she began, leaning forward in her chair and looking at me. "I'm sure Phillipa really does know what his scar looks like now and why it's there, but as we all know from the Big Book of Boy Secrets, some scars are more difficult to see or make out, it's there in the pictures you've shown them. So the question for me is, would Phillipa be able to identify the perineal raph of a different boy..." There was some muffled giggles from the other girls, seemingly a lot quicker on the uptake of where Caroline was going than I was.
 
"Yes Miss Caroline," I offered with naive overconfidence. "I can point the scar out on all of those pictures in the book I think... Miss Emma taught me a lot last night <blush>..." I offered, hoping that instead of pointing out my own genitals, I could demonstrate my knowledge using the pictures in the book, diverting attention away from me for a while as an added bonus.
 
"No, no, you don't understand silly..." Caroline smirked indignantly, amused with my innocent naivety. Suzanne was beside herself with joy for a reason about to be revealed to me. "We can't see where you're pointing if you use the pictures in the book so we can't really see if you're looking in the right place or pointing to the right place either. No, what I want you to do is show us using Stephanie... examine his raph with your fingers, point everything out and talk us through what you can see, and what you know... You may begin..."
 
Well there was a bombshell if ever there was one...
 
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Phillip White will return in Part 4C of The Village - The History Lesson Continues.
 


 



 

   
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