The Village 6B

By TCP

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Copyright 2017 by TCP, all rights reserved

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The Village -
By TCP
© 2017 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.
 
As with all TCP stories, for your maximum viewing pleasure, the optimal display of text is 'Times New Roman, size 12 and magnified to 150%.' This chapter was not written or performed in front of a live studio audience.
 
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Chapter 6B of Phillip's story as an eleven year old boy in the small village of Langton Magna... Phillip and Stephen's experience at the girls' perverted picnic continues... Two shrimp get caught... there's the actual picnic... and more games to play.   
 
Main Characters -
Phillip White - eleven years old... Known as 'Phillipa' during Club time.
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 Stephen's sister.
Stephen Roberts - eleven years old, Josie’s brother. Known as 'Stephanie' during Club time.
 
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. Camera operator extraordinaire.
 
Natasha Billington - twelve years old.
Anita Billington - ten years old.
 
Miss Bingley - 58 years old, Sunday School teacher and choir mistress.
 
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Chapter 6B - Catching The Shrimp, The Picnic And More Games...
 
"You're boys aren't you?" Caroline teased, pointing towards our respective badges of masculinity. "Well, every boy has a little shrimp between his legs," she smiled as she began to tell us more about the game we were about to play. "And you're going to catch each other's shrimp while we watch..."
 
"Wh-what?" "No way!" "You mean touch him on the willy again?" we protested alternately. I swallowed hard, and found my mouth dry... we were going to have to touch each other's privates once more... while the girls watched... Deep down, I kind of wished that I really was still the only boy in the village...
 
Yep, despite having a new friend who was a boy to play Star Wars with and share stories and experiences with, these weren't the kind of activities I either expected or truthfully enjoyed. It was Emma I liked... Emma I loved. And yet there I was... No, there we both were... two boys... about to be commanded by a girl... to fondle each others' 'shrimp...' All for the picnic entertainment of the girls... our superiors. And do you know what, after everything we had so far endured together, although Stephen was a boy like me, the act of merely touching his penis for twenty seconds was actually pretty tame, despite the protests. It was just skin... wasn't it?
 
But it ended up being far worse than that... You see, when girls were in charge, nothing was ever tame... Yeah, I know... they were girls and not savages... But you could never second guess what they were thinking, or what they might make you, as a boy, do next. Oh yeah, things certainly got worse.
 
"Miss Caroline," Stephen began, setting out the possibility of not having to play this game and avoid punishment. "To catch a shrimp, surely we need a net... We can't catch a shrimp without a fishing net... and we don't have one..."
 
"Oh but you can still catch shrimp... and you will... the rules are quite easy boys... even you can follow them. And it won't take long... which is just as well as we're all starving... Nearly time for the picnic... Are you hungry boys too?" Caroline said with a tone that made her sound as though she were interested in our welfare.
 
"I am, Miss Caroline," I said softly, looking briefly at Stephen and then back at the girl. "It's been ages since breakfast..." It felt like ages too.
 
"What about you Stephanie? Are you a hungry boy too?" she pressed with a friendly and concerned smile, like she had a treat in store to satisfy his hunger. 
 
"Errrm... yes... me too Miss Caroline," Stephen replied, readjusting the grip of his hands on his head as he 'sat' opposite me on his tree stump.
 
"Good... it'll soon be the picnic, so this is the game... especially for hungry boys..." Caroline beamed, taking time to exchange glances with the other girls in the Club, who seemed to have formed a tighter semi-circle to our side, ready to watch the game unfold. "Okay, Stephanie, I have decided that because you've been a member here the longest..."
 
"Junior  member!" Suzanne interjected with her customary feministic enthusiasm and taking ownership of the SLR camera from her older sister again.
 
"Because you have been a BOY member the longest," Caroline continued, making a point of using her own words and not letting her younger sister be further insubordinate, "I have decided that you will go first... you'll catch the shrimp first. So, Phillipa will stand in front of you while you kneel up on your little perch there like a canary as you are now... You will then put Phillipa's penis inside your mouth and... <giggle> suck it for twenty seconds..."
 
"Wh-what?" Stephanie agonised... and I was agonising right with him. "Nooo! I can't... not in my mouth..."
 
"Shut up, I'm talking," Caroline cautioned. "And you WILL do it... or you'll be re-introduced to your sister's fingernail... And you don't want that... do you?"
 
"N-no..." he gasped, quickly shaking his head in horror. He didn't want his older sister to remind him so easily that a penis made a boy the weaker sex by raking her fingernail over the top of his glans... He didn't want her to make him squeal like a little piggy-boy by rubbing across and into his pee slit with her fingernail either. He didn't want any of that, any more than he wanted to put my penis in his mouth, even for just twenty seconds. Stephen was caught between a rock and a hard place... or a tree stump and a fingernail.
 
"Well then... you will put Phillipa's penis into your mouth, and suck on him for twenty seconds... That's all..." Caroline added, making it all sound like it was the easiest thing in the world for a boy to do. "You did say that you're hungry... so this is a nice little snack before the picnic... hmmm?"
 
Well, you can imagine how I felt too... I mean, the girls were about to force me to let another boy put his mouth around my penis... I was going to have to let another boy actually suck on my penis... I was horrified... Stephen was my friend... but I liked girls. I felt perverted for even contemplating that I was going to have to let him do it to me because a girl commanded it. And worse still, once he was done with me, I would have to put his penis inside my mouth in return... for twenty full seconds...
 
What a horrible game for a pair of straight boys... 'Catch The Shrimp...' I wanted to run... but what use was it? Nothing but a temporary reprieve before a much bigger, less controlled storm I would face for disobedience.
 
"Oh yeah..." Caroline began yet again... "The only other rule is, you're not allowed to use your hands... They must stay on your head at all times. You can only use your mouth to catch the shrimp... You wanted a net... well, you can be just like a pelican and use your mouth as a net!"
 
There was much excitement and whispered giggling between the girls as the rules of the game were explained...
 
"Come on, don't look so distraught... it's just a dumb little penis... it's nothing special," Caroline teased me as she assisted me down from my tree-stump perch and positioned me in front of my friend... My limp little penis was barely six inches from his mouth. "It's so quick... and it'll be over in no time... Then you boys change over... But the clock doesn't start until the penis is inside... got it?"
 
With a look of horror, dejection and forlorn angst, both Stephen and I looked at our leader and nodded with great reluctance. This was going to be horrible...
 
"I can't believe that they're going to do it!" Lizzie mewled with glee. "It'th going to be double fun to watch the boy'th use their tongue'th to get those limp penith'eth into their mouths..." she giggled, smiling at her twin.  
 
"And no closing your eyes..." Caroline finally commanded. "Always look at what the girl is doing to you, or look at the girl, or in this case... the boy. You can choose to look at one of us too... but no closing your eyes... or you'll be sorry... Okay let's play... and remember, we don't start counting until the little boy-shrimp is in your mouth Stephanie... Let it slip out early, and we'll start all over."
 
"Shit... shit... shit..." I whispered under my breath and looked down towards my crotch, mortified to see how close I already was to Stephen's mouth. He looked up at me... as shocked as I was, despite his experience. It seemed that even he wasn't expecting that level of escalation. He mouthed 'sorry' to me as we readjusted our positions and readied ourselves to begin the game... the ordeal... or the show, depending on how you viewed the activity about to start.
 
"Sorry," he whispered more loudly this time and I could see how genuine he was as his eyes locked onto mine, flickering with tears. He was now my friend... a fellow member of the Boys' Rebel Alliance... We were in it together... I forgave him.
 
Would it have been better to complete the inspection ourselves as originally planned by the girls? I'll leave that to your own opinions. I'm still not sure what was the 'right' choice. It was certainly yet another 'Hobson's choice.'
 
I wasn't sure where to look as Caroline instructed Stephen to begin. I was ashamed to look at myself down there about to have my penis sucked by another boy of course, but I was curious to understand how he was going to do it... I mean... I was flaccid... and he couldn't use his hands. We could be here all day watching him try to get my penis under control and into his mouth if he couldn't get his technique together to minimise our mutual shame and embarrassment.
 
So I watched... I had to learn what to do for when it was my turn... Oh gosh, I never wanted it to become my turn... I tensed my body at the prospect of what was about to happen... and it began.
 
Stephen leaned forward a little, and I moved my crotch forward a little to help make sure he didn't tumble off the tree-stump. I felt the tickle of his small, boyish tongue make contact with the front side of my little scrotum and it swiped to the side a little, trying to dislodge my penis from where it rested.
 
<lick... lick...>
 
"Ohhhhh... mmmnnnnngghhh..." I tensed my body harder still as I felt the touch of his wet tongue against my hairless boy privates. It was a cruel terror for a straight boy. His tongue raked and licked and finally made my penis move to the side. He still couldn't get it into his mouth... So he swapped sides... licking to the other... Over and over again he tried and failed. All the while it tickled and tingled.
 
I could hear the giggling of the girls as they watched this little 'sex show' in front of them. Two boys... engaged in a sordid game of 'Catch The Shrimp' as they watched with gleeful excitement. I heard the 'click-click' of the camera capture more images of this act of debasement.
 
<lick... lick... lick...>
 
After maybe half a minute of licking my penis from side to side and getting nowhere, Stephen pulled back from my crotch with exasperation.
 
"Ohhhh I can't do it... I can't..." he mumbled testily. "I can't get it in... I can't even move it..."
 
"Well that just means you're doing it wrong..." Caroline giggled. "A girl would have had Phillipa all hard by now... Make him hard... then it'll be easier to slip it into your net!"
 
"But how?" he blustered, his frustration every bit as visible as his shame.
 
'Use the Force!' I thought, trying to help him in my mind. I was too ashamed to speak and suggest in case the girls laughed at me.
 
"I dunno... kiss it... Use your tongue closer to the end of his willy... Tell him you love him if you have to..." Caroline shrugged. "Be like a girl... you'll find a way..."
 
"Nnnngghhhh!" he grumbled and moved his head forward again, right against my crotch. Once more, his tongue flicked out and touched the side of my penis, trying to prise it away from the front of my scrotum. It tickled again and my hips tensed a little... the tingling... I knew what that meant...
 
It was like Stephen gave in, seeing no way out other than completing the game. His tongue swiped all over my cock, the saliva cool on my skin as he traced his tongue the short distance along my shaft... finally seeming to lick the tip of my glans several times one after the other.
 
"Mmmmmm..." I whimpered as I felt my penis tingle further... It was the start of an erection. A very shameful, and telling erection.
 
<lick... lick... lick... smooch...>
 
I was horrified as I felt my penis react in earnest to the inexperienced kissing and licking instigated by my friend... a fellow boy... and being watched by the girls. As it stiffened and tingled, Stephen's tongue wormed it's way underneath, seemingly digging upward with his licks, trying to make me erect so he could get me inside his mouth...
 
"Nooooo... don't..." I gasped under my breath... "Stephanie... don't do it... please!" But he didn't stop licking... he knew he had to continue to complete the game.
 
<lick... lick... smoooch...>
 
My little penis began to lift away from my scrotum as the erection continued to form... the sensations of his tongue... his boy tongue surprising me and shocking me... It felt so wrong... so perverted and naughty... but at the same time... through the psychological nastiness, the tickling of his tongue... It felt good.
 
"Mmmmgghhh... agghhh..." Stephen gasped as his tongue swiped a few times over the bulbous tip of my cock, swirling over the funnelled entrance of my foreskin before managing to lean a little further forward, and finally claim my cock into his mouth... "Mmmmggghhh..." he breathed as my penis was enclosed by his lips... right inside his mouth.
 
"Ohhhh god... nooooo!" I gasped at the sensation of my penis slipping inside... sucked into my friend's mouth... The warmth of it... the wetness of it... It felt surreal... I shouldn't have liked it... I wasn't really enjoying it, and yet my penis continued to stiffen... I had a boner now alright... It felt... nice... but honestly... I really, really wasn't enjoying it. The cruellest and most confusing paradox I had so far been exposed to during my new life in Langton Magna.
 
"Look girls..." Caroline cooed. "Stephanie's caught herself a nice, juicy little shrimp!" The other girls giggled before Caroline began the counting... "Come on, count down from twenty with me..."
 
With that, the girls began a countdown from twenty to zero... It was a horrible few moments. Of course, they didn't have a stopwatch or use their watches to keep time. This was a 'girls only' countdown from twenty to zero. They were very long seconds... They were girls, and they were in charge, and of course, they took advantage... Twenty seconds became a minute or more with how slow they counted.
 
"Eighteen..." they called. "Sevennnnnnnn.... teen..."
 
<suckle... suckle> I felt around my horny little boy-cock... 'Ohhhh god... nooooo! This can't be happening...' I thought.
 
Stephen did all he could to keep his tongue away from my penis when it was inside his mouth... The warm and slippery sensation of being inside a mouth made my penis tingle. The muscle at the base of my penis flexed on its own, making my erection pulse inside the other boy's mouth and I gasped with illicit pleasure. It felt good... but soooo nasty and wrong.
 
"Thirrrrrrrrrrrr... teeeeeeen..."
 
<suckle... suckle>
 
I thought I was going to stumble backwards and my hips shook a little as I tried to readjust my position. At one point I thought my penis was going to slip out of Stephen's mouth, and that we'd have to start all over again... But he leaned forward and pressed his lips tighter around my boy sex... And he... sucked... harder, like a boy would with a thick milkshake... He sucked... desperate for me not to slip out of his mouth and risk a restart.
 
<SUCK... suckle... SUCK...>
 
"Mmnnnghhhh... God... noooo!" I panted through my breath as the muscle in my crotch reacted to the sucking... "Noooo! Stephanie... don't! Nnnnn-not so hard!"
 
"Thrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeee.... twoooooooooooo.... onnnnnnnnnne... and stop!" The girls finished the countdown and without a moment further to ponder, Stephen let my penis slip right out of his mouth. The fresh air making the saliva coating my penis feel cold... I looked down... ashamed and terrified.
 
<click... click> went the camera... My penis, so stiffly aroused... bobbing around freely from my crotch like a more naughty version of Pinocchio’s nose. My feelings once more betrayed by my penis... It showed the girls that Phillipa had 'enjoyed' the naughty, nasty blowjob given by Stephanie... Boy against boy... I tried to hide it by turning away a little.
 
"Awwww, would you look at that!" Caroline teased, turning me back round to face the girls. "Stephanie sure caught herself a nice stiff boy shrimp!"
 
"Look at his boner!" Alison teased... "He liked it... Phillipa like it... look, he's all stiff and ready to go!"
 
"Don't say that!" I snapped, blinking away the threat of tears and still feeling my penis bobbing around between my legs beyond my control as the girls looked at me... looked right at ‘it…’ "It was horrible... Miss Alison... I hated it..."
 
"Well, your little puppy tail, is telling tales on you... like if you cheated on your girlfriend and had different lipstick on your collar..." Caroline teased, looking over at Emma. I looked at her too and saw her looking right at my erection. I didn't want Emma to hate me... but I couldn't deny that my penis was hard... and all after having had it inside the mouth of another boy.
 
"Miss Emma... it's not like that honest!" I gabbled to her. "I'm not... gay... honest... it's you I like... I can't help it... I can't control it... not like a girl can... It's because I'm a boy... my willy... it's my w-weakness... Please... it just happens... I can't stop it!"
 
The girls began to giggle harder at my admissions, and even Emma herself smirked at me... kind of pleased that I had discovered and now freely admitted a hurtful truth about boys. It really was true… we just couldn’t stop a boner from happening. We were powerless… no matter what.
 
"I know..." Emma replied, her voice sounding like Princess Leia when Han Solo said 'I love you' at the shield generator on Endor in Return of The Jedi. She looked into my eyes when she said it... then back to my boner. I felt confused... and a little hurt as my erect little penis seemed to tell everyone there, especially the girls, that I had enjoyed having my penis suckled by another boy.
 
"Okay... enough!" Caroline said loudly, calling the kafuffle to order, raising one of her hands in front of her to express her role as leader and controller of events. "We know all about boys Phillipa... and what happens to the penis between their legs... Now, get yourself 'seated' again on your perch... It's your turn to go fishing for shrimp now..."
 
With that, I gulped and climbed back into place on the cushion on top of the tree-stump... back onto my podium for display in the 'sit position.' As I did that, Stephen moved as directed and stood in front of me... this time, his penis, all hairless and circumcised just less than ten inches away from my face... I could see him in ridiculous detail... all flaccid... and calm... waiting for me to begin. I reluctantly looked up, along his tummy, making eye contact with him as he looked down at me... role reversal...
 
"S-sorry Stephen..." I whispered up at him. I could see him blushing scarlet at the thought of what I was about to do to him, no doubt worrying that he was going to be erect by the time I had finished too.
 
'Okay...' he mouthed silently back to me. 'It's okay... I know...'
 
"Remember Phillipa... once you've caught the shrimp... you have to keep it in your mouth for twenty seconds or we start over... okay?" With that, I quickly looked to Caroline and nodded my understanding. "Very well... start fishing!"
 
I turned back to face the bare-naked crotch of the boy standing in front of me... my friend Stephen. Again, his circumcised penis in vivid detail... the smoothness of his pubis announcing his sexual immaturity more than anything else. I could see the tiny blue veins smattered across his normally private skin. I surveyed the flaccid look of his circumcised penis, resting slightly to the left side of his ball sac. It looked powerless... and weak... I thought it looked a little 'tougher' and more 'angry' than my own penis because of the missing foreskin.
 
I took a deep breath and leaned forward a little on my tree-stump, gripping my fingers together on my head tightly.
 
'It's just skin... it's just skin... you're not gay... it's just skin... it's just twenty seconds,' I thought, trying to convince myself... 'You love Emma... you want Emma to suck your dick... this is just a game... twenty seconds... that's all...' My heart was racing ten to the dozen and I felt a little queasy. My face burned with the feeling of being under a spotlight in front of a large audience of girls... giving them a show... A show with naked boys doing 'things' to each other... all for their pleasure.
 
My lips met Stephen's scrotum first... I didn't think I could just come out and lick straight away... As much as the thought of licking him there disgusted me, I also didn't want to appear too eager. I mean, I wanted the game finished as quickly as possible, of course... But I didn't want to give the girls the satisfaction that it looked like I was eager to suck another boy's penis, or appear to seem experienced in doing so. It would just serve to make them think I was gay and offer fuel to the fire of their teasing me.
 
<kiss... kiss...> My lips gently kissed his scrotum and the side of his limp penis. I could smell his skin, kind of sweet and soapy. <lick...> My tongue finally made a tentative appearance, licking into the crack made between his penis shaft and how it rested against his ball-sac.
 
"Ohhhh... Mmmmm..." Stephen breathed, reacting to what I was doing in a similar fashion to how I had a few moments before. "Godddd...."
 
<lick... lick... lick> My tongue moved more firmly now that I had got the measure of the sensation and imagery of what I was doing. It swashed over the top of his shaft and licked over the skin of his scrotum either side. I figured that I needed to try and copy some of what he had done to me.
 
'It's just skin...' I reminded myself, finding that it didn't taste as bad as I had feared. I still felt dirty for doing it... perverted even. But all I could taste was skin, the scent of his skin like distant soapiness. I knew he was clean. It tasted just like if I had cause to lick my arm an hour or so after a bath.
 
<lick... kiss... lick...> My tongue finally had the courage to move a little further downward along his shaft... towards the angry looking circumcised glans... When I reached the tip, my tongue circled around it... over the top, underneath... my tongue even passing over his little tiny pee-slit. It was disgusting to think about as I did it, but all I tried to think about was it being nothing more than skin. That, and of course the knowledge that if he could do it to me, then I had to show I could do it too, even if I didn't want to. I had to prove I could do it for the girls.
 
<lick... lick... flicker... lick-lick...> I flickered my tongue as gently as I could over the tip of his penis and I began to sense that his penis was finally stiffening enough for me to me able to pop it into my mouth as instructed.
 
"Ohhhhh... noooo... not there..." Stephen gasped as he tried his hardest to keep his hips still. "Nnnggghhhh..."
 
<lick... smooch... lick...> I continued, my own breathing becoming quite ragged again as I tried to maintain my balance and concentrate on making my friend hard. I licked right over his pee-slit again and felt it pulse as my tongue slipped underneath, where his frenulum used to be. I could taste what I had on my fingers when I inspected Stephen's penis earlier... a distant flavour of soap and what had to be masked, stale pee. Nothing strong, but enough to keep me feeling ashamed. Enough to remind me that this was another boy's penis about to go inside my mouth.
 
<lick... lick...> I was relieved to realise that he was getting erect... I was less thrilled at the thought of it happening because of me however. But soon enough, it was firm enough, and pointing outward enough for me to get my mouth underneath the glans and...
 
<sluuurrrrrp>
 
I was as embarrassed about the noise as I was about the act I was performing, finally managing to suck Stephen's penis into my mouth. I readjusted my position to make sure it stayed there... With the girls giggling beside me because of the slurping noise I had made, I also heard the tell-tale sound of the camera capturing my latest homosexual act... suckling another boy's willy.
 
"Mmmmmggghhh..." I winced as my friend's penis began to fill up my mouth. It was an odd sensation. Kind of like sucking my thumb... but kind of softer and harder at the same time, and feeling bigger in my mouth... I could taste another boy's penis now right inside my mouth... with girls watching me... giggling and cheering.
 
"Okay... Phillipa's caught hold of a little shrimp too... Start the countdown with me girls... Twen-ty..." Caroline announced, and a new, excited and giggly countdown began. "Niiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnne.... teeeeeeeen..."
 
<suckle... SUCKLE...> My mouth tightened around Stephen's penis as I tried to make sure it wouldn't slip out and make the girls start the game afresh from the start. Like having a sweet inside your mouth, my tongue couldn't help itself from exploring the underside of his penis... rubbing over the bobbly skin under his glans left over from his circumcision... the smoother skin further down the shaft was in stark contrast...
 
<suckle... lick... swirl... suckle... SWIRL>
 
"Noooo!" Stephen panted breathlessly in response. "Not your... tongue... don't!"
 
Alas, as much as I tried to keep my tongue suppressed at the bottom of my mouth, I couldn't control it. And I realised I had to swallow the saliva in my mouth... The saliva that helped my tongue stay moist as it explored the other boy's penis.
 
<swallow... lick... suckle... swirl... SUCKLE...>
 
"Fifffffffffffff... teeeeeeeeeen... fooooooourrrrrrrrrr... teeeeeeeeen..." It was the longest countdown... "Thirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... teeeeeeeeeeeeeen!!!" Those girls were enjoying the show in front of them and it was easily over a minute already since Stephen's penis was first inside my mouth. But I couldn't say anything... If I stopped, it would have to start over again... So I suckled... and suckled... like a good little nudie slave boy.
 
<suckle... lick... suckle... SWALLOW... swirl... suckle...>
 
"Plleaaaaaseeeeee stop... Phillipa..." he gasped through his ragged breath. "You have to stop..."
 
"Mmmmnnghghhh..." I responded as best I could, trying to tell him I was sorry. I dared not release the grip my mouth had around his penis though in case it slipped out... The risk was too great.
 
"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvvvvve..." the countdown progressed with agonising delay.
 
"Please... don't do that with your tongue... or it'll..." he whimpered. It was then that I figured out that Stephen might be on the verge of orgasm. That wouldn't do either of us any good... So as risky as it was, I relaxed the pressure of my mouth around his penis. To make sure it didn't slip out, I moved forward a little further, as far as I could without losing balance, my lips pressing right against his smooth pubis instead. It was uncomfortable, his penis was right inside my mouth... and was very erect. His glans was rubbing across the roof of my mouth, towards the back... Much further and I was going to get that 'gag' reflex... I was about to panic.
 
"Twoooooooooooo.... Onnnnnnnnnnnnnne! Okay... that's enough!" Caroline called the game to an end. With a noisy gasp of revulsion, I pushed Stephen's penis out of my mouth as quickly as he could pull it out of me... I swallowed my saliva when I should have spit and immediately felt dirty as a result.
 
And just like Caroline had done with me, she turned Stephen round to face the girls so they could all see the state he was in after the game of 'catch the shrimp...'
 
"There you see?" Caroline smirked. "Yet another little boy who can't deny that he liked playing 'Catch The Shrimp' with Phillipa in front of the girls... EVERY boy likes having his little willy sucked. Whether it's done by a girl... a goat… OR EVEN another boy... And even better, Suzanne’s caught two charming little fruity boners on camera to go into their scrapbooks!"
 
"Please... Miss Caroline," Stephen insisted. "I'm not... a fr-fruit... honest... I love Natasha... please believe me Miss Natasha..."
 
"I know you can't help it," Natasha said to 'her boy.' "You're just a boy... I know..."
 
"The Big Book Of Boy Secrets NEVER lies," Caroline continued, gesturing for Stephen to mount his tree-stump podium again and adopt the 'sit position...' "As the weaker sex, males, whether men, or little boys like these two are really designed for one thing only... to make a female pregnant. It's their only necessary role... Their bodies crave for sexual activity... It matters not how they get it, however much they lie to themselves... A male will react to sexual stimulus from a female... or another male... A dog... a sheep... vibrator… whatever... It's just nature... The wriggly little worm between their legs is ALWAYS going to wriggle… Boys just can't help it, and they can't stop it... Not without castration anyway..."
 
With that, the girls giggled at our expense. Lowly, young naked males... subservient and weak, unable to control the urges in our bodies... or the sensations we felt in our clumsy, dumb looking genitals.
 
"On the other hand... a female, whether a woman or a girl, can do anything a male can, and do it far better... But a male can't carry or give birth to a baby... And that girls, is why females will always be the superior sex. Don't ever let anyone, especially a boy, tell you otherwise. It's right there, repeated all through the Book... In the simplest of terms, males thrive best when they are subservient to females and accepting of our superiority... They're born to serve us by design... like the drones in a colony of bees serving their queen... The same is true of ants and thousands of other species on this planet. Overall, they have no other real purpose than to serve their female superior... and participate in occasional, 'fucking...' It's GIRLS who really rule the world, because WE'RE the superior sex... in every, single, way... Girls rule forever!"
 
"Girls rule forever!" the other girls responded in the traditional unified 'amen.'
 
The game was now complete. The humbling results between our legs had been presented so humiliatingly to the watching girls. And of course, the brief lecture provided by the leader, left us in no doubt that as boys, we were the second sex... Despite that weighing on my mind, my thoughts turned to the food laying on the picnic blankets around the clearing where the picnic was being held. I thought it was finally time for the picnic luncheon. But I was wrong.
 
"Natasha... Emma... before we eat, prepare your boys for the ribbons..." Caroline instructed. Natasha duly stepped forward again with a small brown paper bag, and stood next to him... Emma moved next to me too, holding a similar looking brown paper bag...
 
Emma seemed to smile happily at me... and she leaned in to whisper at me.
 
"Well done today... so far I mean...” she whispered. “Don't let the other girls get to you so much... I know you're not gay... and I'm the important one aren't I?" I nodded silently. "Good boy... I'm proud of you today... performing the inspection... mostly... and the game too. You're so brave... I'm glad you're mine... nudie boy!"
 
I blushed scarlet as Emma finished whispering and moved to stand at my side. When she smiled warmly and sincerely like she was then, it made me feel happy (ish) inside too... I was glad I was hers too... and glad she knew that all of the stuff I was doing to obey the girls was simply that. Stephen was a friend... and only a friend. The other girls I just obeyed because I was a boy. It was Emma I liked and Emma was my favourite. I liked the idea of being hers... I was entering a time in my life where it was increasingly important for me, and my self esteem, to make Emma happy. More than any of the other girls.
 
"It's time for your ribbons..." Natasha said, addressing both of us boys and making it clear that she were looking at our nudie boners, one after the other... I was a little slow on the uptake of what was happening, distracted by the shared look of lovers between Emma and myself. I enjoyed it when she looked at me... even when she switched attention from my eyes and face, down to look at my bare-naked boy privates for a while. My boy privates that technically now belonged to her, and the other girls.
 
"Phillipa White and Stephanie Roberts... by the command of our goddess Frey'ja, 'display' your weakness for us here present..." Emma instructed methodically as if overseeing some sort of ceremonial ordination. I still didn't fully register the significance of this development. I mean... only Stephen up to now had a ribbon as I had seen the previous day. But I obeyed...
 
The difference between the usual 'sit' position and 'display' was quite minimal in truth and I noticed Stephen take a moment or two to readjust himself on his cushion. He couldn't really 'display' any more than he was already because of his state of circumcision meaning his glans was exposed all the time.
 
I readjusted my position too, crossing my ankles over one another behind me as I kneeled up on my cushion... Before placing my hands on top of my head again, I reached down to my once more semi-hard penis with both hands. I gripped the shaft of my penis between the pad of my right thumb and the second knuckle of my forefinger. Then, with the fingers of my left hand, I gently retracted my foreskin as the girls watched... tugging down on the skin and watching my shy little glans emerge from beneath it's loosened hood.
 
<pop> My foreskin finally snicked into place behind the corona of my newly revealed, shiny pinkish-grey glans. In ‘skinning my own rabbit’ like that in the presence of so many ogling, fully clothed girls rapidly turned my semi-hard penis into another full erection in a matter of seconds. My penis saluted Emma in particular, who looked pleased with the reaction as I freely obeyed her.
 
Happy that my foreskin would stay retracted on its own in my state of sexual arousal, I let my hands move to my head, interlocking the fingers and completed my 'display' for Emma, and the other girls. I blushed, like I always did when the girls, especially this many, could see my little glans all fully exposed. It served to remind me of my total nudity. There was nothing at all left to the imagination for the girls... Already naked, now my little sex was fully exposed... no secrets hiding... Now both Stephen and I had our 'weaknesses' laid fully bare... for the girls to see and confirm how lucky they were to be born as girls.
 
'Boys are the weaker sex...' I reflected in my mind, feeling the eyes of all of the girls looking at mine... and his... They no doubt felt happiness that they didn't have what we had. 'We're not as good as girls... because we have penises... Dumb, worthless little penises... It's better to have a vagina... and better to be a girl... We can't stop it happening... Nature made it this way... She made girls superior... Girls rule... forever...'
 
Natasha opened the small brown paper bag and retrieved the length of light blue ribbon complete with the small golden coloured sleigh bell. Once again, the little sleigh bell and how it was shaped seemed to remind me of the shape of Stephen's circumcised and exposed glans... And then it hit me... 'Bell end... That's why some call it a 'bell-end' sometimes!'
 
I was mindful not to giggle at the thought of the cruel sounding nickname that some kids called the tip of our penises, and I watched Natasha secure the ribbon tightly around Stephen's still erect preteen penis... Like the day before, as soon as she stepped away, I could see it attached to him. His presentation decoration in place. It was wrapped neatly around my friend's erect shaft, snug to the junction with his bald crotch and tied off in the neatest dainty bow on top, with the little bell snug and tight fitting against the skin on the underside of his penis... Symbolically, with a simple piece of ribbon, Natasha had reclaimed Stephen's penis for the girls... making it a 'girl-penis' once more, or a stiff little 'boy-clitoris...'
 
'The girls are looking at our penises... but, they're actually girls' penises... They really belong to girls... ALL girls... everywhere,' I thought with submission. 'Boys can't control their penis... That's why girls own them... girls CAN control a penis...'
 
"There you are Stephanie... presented properly for the girls. You're all ready for the picnic now..." Natasha said proudly waving her hand majestically in front of his crotch to emphasise the prominence of his erection and the presentation ribbon attached to it to signify his obedience and emasculation. "So what do you have to say?"
 
"Please Miss Natasha..." Stephen began solemnly. "B-before all of the witnesses of Langton Magna Girls' Club... as a t-token of my submission to the teachings of supreme Goddess Frey-ja... I declare that all f-f-females, from birth to death, are superior to the weaker, inferior male sex in every way... <blush> You Miss Natasha, <swallow> are a g-girl... and because of that... and only th-that... you are my superior... my conqueror... my leader..."
 
"Good boy... go on..." Natasha smiled with encouragement and happy so far with Stephen's well practiced, submissive recital, and stroking his back with her fingertips.
 
"I am honoured to wear the Ribbon Of Enslavement around the penis attached to my body... The ribbon, and my little 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 once more... for the amusement of your friends..."
 
It was becoming slightly, ever so slightly easier to stomach listening to another boy talk so submissively about our gender and our inferiorities. Made easier only by the habitual nature of the recitals we were expected to perform. Still no less embarrassing to have to say it, and begin to believe in it all more and more. Especially admitting it all in front of girls and making them feel even better about themselves and THEIR gender than they already seemed to know they were.
 
Stephen's recital also served to remind me that god, was actually female... at least in the eyes of Langton Magna Girls Club... Who knew for real what gender a god was? The logical explanation, and reasoning offered by the girls that was impossible (for boys) to debate, was that since only females gave birth (forget seahorses, they are the work of aliens), then it had to be that the very FIRST of us was female... God made the first, in her own image. A womb with which to carry new life... a vagina with which to give birth to new life... and breasts with which to feed the new life... Of course, all accompanied by the secret little clitoris designed for nothing else than to bring her exquisite pleasure during lonely times. The sensitive and tingly gift offered to all females as a token of their superiority.
 
God created the male as a parody of the female... a naturally inferior 'copy' of the female form... Two immature and failed nipples... minus the womb, and with a deformed, inside out vulva creating the scrotum and with an oversized, oversensitive clitoris. These humiliating and prominent external genitals consisting of testicles and penis were to establish their natural weakness and inferiority to the female. The weaknesses present to provide visual entertainment for her, and the grounds with which to easily enslave her new mate.
 
"Of course Stephanie..." Natasha grinned proudly, reaching out her hand and pushing the top side of Stephen's erection downward towards the floor. "It will be my pleasure..." She held it down in position under her control and I could tell it was uncomfortable for Stephen given his state of erection. When she was satisfied that she had built sufficient kinetic energy to achieve the effect she wanted, Natasha let his penis go...
 
<boing... tinkle... bounce... tinkle... bounce... 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 younger girls especially couldn't help but giggle and comment about 'how cute' it looked. It was humiliating enough for Stephen of course, but embarrassing for me to watch it happen to another boy.
 
Not once, not twice... but three times, Natasha made Stephen's bell ring... first by pushing the top side of my friend's erection down towards the floor like before and then just letting it go... springing up again with the same results every time...
 
<boing... tinkle-tinkle-tinkle...>
 
"Nnggghh..." Stephen grunted with discomfort as his humiliating ordeal continued to our mutual chagrin. It was a test of his patience and obedience... to see if he would protest or defy her as the girl handled him in front of her Club friends.  
 
"Good boy..." Natasha praised him once more, this time taking a tighter hold of his hairless erection between her thumb and fingers, kind of like she was going to try and jerk him off. "A nice, stiff little boner down here today... you're giving us a really good show today Stephanie... I can feel how much you liked pretending to be a little... shrimp... for Phillipa over there... <giggle>"
 
"Mmmngngnnhhhh... no... please..." Stephen panted as his 'favourite girl' gripped him with purpose. "I d-didn't... honest!"
 
"And I can feel how happy and proud you are to wear your ribbon for us again... Good boy... But you know what happens now... Like we always do... When I really make your bell jingle for the girls, I want you to look right at Phillipa and admit to him which sex is better... and which one is... <squeeze> weaker... Got that?"
 
Stephen drew breath and with reluctant resignation, he nodded his head...
 
"Yes Miss Natasha..." he whispered.
 
With a satisfied giggle, Natasha moved round so that she was behind Stephen, leaving me with an unobstructed view of him, and him of me... She reached round and grabbed his erection again tightly, between her thumb and forefinger. Restarting his humiliating show in front of the giggling, girlish audience, she began to shake it vigorously from side to side... up and down... around and around.  
 
<tinkle... tinkle-tinkle-jingle-tinkle> the bell chorused with such harmless sounding din, yet with an air of cruelty that mocked his very masculinity. His penis, complete with bell, being humiliated, trivialised for the watching girls. Stephen's willy, reduced to nothing more than an object of fun for the girls... looking, giggling and smirking at him, and his penis. For something so irrelevant as a boy's penis... what we were told was 'nothing special,' Stephen's became the total focus of mirth for the girls as Natasha played with it, and made the bell ring. It was a big, giant contradiction wasn't it? That little piece of a boy that made him truly male, the bit that was 'nothing special' in the eyes of the girls, was given so much attention by the girls in all sorts of different ways. And time after time. Day after day... The girls played with our penises for their enjoyment... making us obey them as they did it.  
 
For easily ten to fifteen seconds, Natasha continued to waggle Stephen's penis around, making the bell ring...
 
<waggle... tinkle-tinkle... waggle... tinkle-jingle-tinkle> All Stephen could do was hold still, obediently submitting to Natasha's will while the other girls laughed.
 
"Go on, say it..." Natasha insisted as the bell tinkled and jingled. <waggle... tinkle... tinkle... waggle...> I saw Stephen blush scarlet as he looked into my eyes... obviously embarrassed by the ongoing cruelty. He looked almost ready to cry and I kind of thought he looked ashamed to have a penis too.
 
"Ph-Phillipa... girls are b-better than boys... <blush> <tinkle-waggle-tinkle-tinkle> And boys are... <blush> I'm so-s-sorry... We're the weaker s-sex..." His face squirmed with resignation and hatred for the betrayal of his own gender like that. I empathised with him and hoped that he could see that in my face. Whilst the girls were smiling and giggling at him, his words, and his 'pretty little girl-penis,' I felt sorry for him... he was my friend and I wanted to hug him and let him know that it would be alright.
 
"I know... it's j-just nature," I replied softly to my friend, trying to make him feel better and yet feeling so powerless to even do that. Not when we were outnumbered like we were. With the last couple of jingles from the little bell attached to his penis, Natasha let him go, the chorus of giggling from the other girls taking a few moments to peter out. "You can't help it..." I whispered, trying to reassure him.
 
"Emma... your turn... Give Phillipa his ribbon and ceremony and make him ready for the picnic to start properly..." Caroline announced once order had been restored to the clearing by the picturesque pond.
 
"But..." I began, looking at Emma as she was fishing out another light blue ribbon, complete with little bell from the brown paper bag. "W-why do I have to have one, Miss Caroline? I thought only circumcised boys had to have a ribbon so that they could... p-present properly... I'm not circumcised..."
 
"Yet!" she replied, making the other girls giggle, including Emma when she saw the look of horror and dejection on my face. "Snip-snip!" she added, making a pretend pair of scissors with her fingers...
 
"Please... don't do that to me... You know I'm clean... and I always will be... please... d-don't tease me about it... it's nasty and... and creepy."
 
"Well, all you have to do is stay a clean boy, and be obedient... and you'll be okay won't you?" Caroline reminded me. "Now that there's two of you boys for us to play with, we've decided that it would look untidy if only one of you wore a ribbon of enslavement. As boys, you should at least... 'dress...' Hmmm... yes, that's the word I'm looking for... You should at least dress the same, even if your little willies look different right now... Emma, go on..."
 
"Don't worry Phillipa," Emma began, smiling up at me and showing me the ribbon and bell that was about to be tied around my tingling, erect penis. "I'll be gentle... You know... it's a real honour for a boy to be a junior member of our Club, really... And to receive a Ribbon of Enslavement is kind of like earning a medal in a battle. And it means that while you wear it, you won't be so nudie any more, will you? Hmmm?"
 
"Hardly, Miss Emma," I grumbled, unable to see the funny side of her teasing me. "You can all still see me... all of me..." I blushed. "It's not fair..."
 
"Maybe... from a certain point of view," she replied. "That's just you talking like a boy... But you always get to feel good when you come to Club, don't you? That's more than fair, isn't it?? Come on, hold still while I attach it and then we'll go through your confirmation reading, just like Stephanie..."
 
"Oh god!" I gasped under my breath as the never-ending tailspin of masculine decline continued. The girls never knew when to quit. It tingled right away when Emma started handling my hairless little skinned back erection, carefully encircling the shaft of my cock, around the base with the ribbon... It kind of tickled my skin as the material rubbed against me... it wasn't perfectly smooth, unlike my crotch. 
 
"Good boy... keep still... that's it..." Emma encouraged me as the double wrap of ribbon was fully circling my modest shaft, the bell nestling neatly underneath, tinkling gently as the 'fitting' continued. "Good boys are always rewarded... aren't they?" Finally, Emma tied off the bow on the top side of my penis, firm and snug enough for it not to come undone. Just like that, my boy-penis became a girl-penis... ready for Emma to claim as her own, just another toy for the girls to play with. It felt tingly and exciting, but also emasculating... My penis was now also an object of fun, even more than before and every bit as much as Stephen's opposite me...
 
"There... another pretty penis almost ready for the picnic... Now Phillipa, we don't expect you to know all the words for this special ceremony just yet... so repeat after me like a good boy, okay?" Emma instructed, moving things along.
 
"O-okay... Miss Emma..." I replied quietly, feeling like a shy little school boy being encouraged by the pretty teacher as he stood, pants down at the front and faced the whole class. This was going to be yet more shaming, every bit as bad as my friend had just experienced with Natasha.
 
"Say this... 'Please Miss Emma...'" she instructed. "Nice and loud so we can all hear... this is important."
 
"Errmm... Please, Miss Emma..." I replied... then completed the following words by repetition, following the lead of my favourite girl... my superior... "Before all of the witnesses of Langton Magna Girls' Club... As a t-token of my submission to the teachings of supreme Goddess F-Frey-ja... I declare that all... <gulp> All females, from birth to death, are superior to the weaker, inferior male sex in every way... <blush> You Miss Emma, <swallow> are a girl... and because of that, and only that... you are my superior... my conqueror... my leader..."
 
The silence of the rest of the Club members was quite striking as I repeated the words expected of me, directed by Emma. For a moment, it felt like it was just me and her... with me admitting all of the weaknesses of boys and all the superiorities of girls all at the same time... One on one... girl against boy.
 
But the silence was merely out of respect for the ceremony and it's importance to the girls. Emma was claiming my 'girl-penis' for the girls to have, to hold and to play with as they saw fit. It was another means of demonstrating how a girl controlled a boy, by controlling his penis.  
 
"I am honoured to w-w-wear the Ribbon Of Enslavement around the penis attached to my body... Miss Emma... The ribbon and the accompanying b-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 y-you as a girl... <blush> I beg you to complete the ceremony and make my bell ring... f-for... For the amusement of your friends..."
 
"Good boy Phillipa, we're nearly done..." Emma praised me gently, immediately pushing downward, firmly with her hand on my penis, pushing it down towards the floor and loading it with kinetic energy. "Ready?"
 
"Y-yes Miss Emma..." I gasped at the uncomfortable sensation of my straining penis. "M-make me ring... please..."
 
"It will be my pleasure..." she replied, before letting my penis go...
 
<boing... tinkle-tinkle...> The feeling in my cock was as predictable as the sound made by the bell as my penis sprang back from it's restrained position, bouncing a couple of times upward before settling to its normally erect position right out from my body. The giggling of the other girls as they watched my penis submit to Emma's bell ringing became instantly recognisable too.
 
<click... click> went the shutter of Suzanne's camera, capturing for posterity the first time that I wore the 'Ribbon of Enslavement,' and asked a girl to 'make my bell ring...'
 
A second and a third time, Emma pushed my penis downward and let it spring back upwards... <boing... tinkle-tinkle-tinkle...> It was so embarrassing, to feel my penis being used in such a way as to provide nothing but visual entertainment for the watching girls... reduced in importance to a simple plaything... a silly little appendage that reflected all my weaknesses for being male.
 
It was one thing for a girl to tease a boy verbally about having a penis between his legs and it being his main weakness. But to have a girl play with your penis like that, and drawing the full attention to it as a weakness in front of all those girls... along with my friend Stephen... it was horrible. Tingly... arousing, but horrible. Everything, everyone... at that moment could see my weakness, my little willy as nothing more than a curiosity... a little mascot... a fun item, a toy... A girl's toy.
 
What the girls did, when they fitted a boy with a Ribbon of Enslavement and the ceremony that went with it, was to not only secure the admission of a boy about the superiority of all females, but it also cemented his willingness to obey girls. The final element, the fun part that appealed to the girls the most, was that it reminded the boy of mother nature's cruelty in giving a boy a penis. That weak little thing, so easily teased, played with and stimulated by girls... owned by girls and used for their entertainment. Boys were easily humiliated by their own design...
 
"Good boy..." Emma said, moving behind me and taking hold of my penis once more, like Natasha had done to Stephen a few moments previously. "To complete the ceremony, I'm gonna make your bell ring lots of times... waving your willy like a magic wand to complete the bond with your ribbon... When I do it, when you feel me doing it to you, I want you to look right at Stephanie, just as he did for you... and you're gonna admit to him which sex is better... and which one is weaker... Just like he did... Got that?"
 
When she said the word 'weaker,' she playfully squeezed my penis to emphasise my predicament, and give me a clue as to which was actually the weaker sex. As if my experiences in the Club already that week hadn't given me all the information I needed to make an informed statement... I hated saying it... but I was beginning to believe it all more and more. It made my penis flinch with a pulse of arousal between her fingers. It was all I could do to nod gently my understanding.
 
"Good boy... remember... look at Stephanie..." Emma reminded me and so began the bell ringing in earnest. It felt so naughty as I looked at my friend, and feeling a girl behind me, gripping my penis and waggling it all around in front of me... making a show of me in front of her friends in the Club... All seven other girls.
 
<waggle... tinkle... waggle-waggle... tinkle-tinkle-jingle-tinkle> the bell chorused, a slightly higher pitched jingle sound to that of Stephen's. It was no less humiliating than his ordeal as I looked into his eyes, shame etched across my face and hoping to find solace with him. He bit his lip, and I bit mine too, we were mirrored... identical except for him having no foreskin, but with mine drawn back, we looked as good as a pair. Two little nudie boys, bedecked in matching penis-ribbons... submitting to seven clothed girls.
 
<waggle-waggle... tinkle... tinkle-tinkle...>
 
"Come on Phillipa, don't be shy," Emma soothed my obvious reluctance to admit the truth as she waggled me a little harder. "Sooner it's done, the sooner we can have the lovely picnic... Go on... Fly Boy... confide in Stephanie... tell him what you know... about girls... <waggle... tinkle> and boys... <tinkle... tinkle>... Be brave... like a girl... and feel good about it when you say it... like we do..."
 
I took a deep breath, regretting my words before I even had chance to spit them out... How could a boy ever feel good when saying such things? It was all well and good to say it if you were a girl... I blinked away a tear from my eye as Emma waggled my penis and jingled my bell.
 
"Stephanie..." I said, noticing his eyebrows rise a little as he watched my shaming, his turn to show empathy with me. "Girls are... b-better than boys... <blush>" <waggle-tinkle-jingle-tinkle-tinkle> "And b-boys are... <blush> the weaker s-sex... We c-can't ever win..." My face scrunched up into humiliated angst and I couldn't look into my friend's eyes any more as I betrayed our gender so completely with the words expected of me by the girls.
 
I simply looked down at the penis, being waggled vigorously by Emma's hand, the bell seemingly laughing at me like the girls were who were watching this ceremony reach its conclusion.
 
"It's true Phillipa... I know we can't stop it..." Stephen replied, his own angst and regret clear in his voice. And after that, with a final waggle of my penis, Emma let me go and returned to my side, seemingly happy with my ceremonial committal into enslavement. Not that I wasn't already some sort of slave to the girls... The ribbon just made it 'official,' and made me the same as Stephen.  
 
"Good boy..." Emma whispered into my ear, her breath warming me. "I know it's hard for boys to accept... but saying it out loud in front of everyone is so brave. If only you knew how good it makes a girl feel to hear a boy talk like that and admit the truth... You're gonna get so many treats today... I promise..." She kissed my cheek softly.
 
"Well done girls," Caroline beamed, standing up from her garden chair 'throne.' "And well done Phillipa and Stephanie... you conducted yourselves with the bravery and sincerity befitting that of a girl... Now that you've admitted the truth to each other, you both know that there's no going back now don't you? You really will do what girls say, won't you?"
 
Both Stephanie and I nodded our heads in her direction, our cheeks blushing scarlet at our mutual surrender... and the shameful little ribbons and bells adorning our exposed and displayed private parts.
 
"Yes Miss Caroline," we finally said together.
 
"Good... and now you're both 'dressed' in your birthday suits so smartly for the picnic, I think it's time we had lunch... Come on down from your perches boys... Let me explain to Phillipa how the picnics work at Langton Magna..."
 
Well that sounded ominous to me for a start... But with stiff penis leading from the front, I stood up and climbed down from the 'podium' I was on, assisted by Emma. Both Stephen and I stood in front of Caroline as she explained the rules of the picnic. The girls were going to be served by us boys... One by one, we would take each plate of food for the girls to pick from... acting as their nudie boy servants.
 
Visiting each girl in turn with each tray or plate, our service would be judged on the spot. A girl pleased with our service would be permitted to make our bell ring a little. Any girl displeased with our service would be allowed to command the boy to bend over whilst she delivered a hand spank to the buttocks... and the boy would have to serve that tray or plate again after.
 
The first task, was hand cleansing, for all of us. Caroline handed me a packet of baby wipes to offer round so that we could all wash our hands. Considering all of the action so far in this chapter, I am sure you will agree that hand cleansing was a good thing by that point, for all of us.
 
Then, as you can imagine, with eight girls for two boys to feed, serving the picnic food involved a lot of moving around, lots of bending down and of course, that also meant lots of tinkling bell sounds coming from between our legs as the girls expressed their pleasure in our standard of service. It was of course embarrassing, offering a plate of sausage rolls to a girl, then a plate of small pork pies... savoury eggs, cucumber sandwiches, plates of crisps (potato chips) and so forth. There was even a large plate with slices of melon and halved apples.
 
All the while, amidst the girlish chatter and giggling, the sound of our tinkling bells attached to our bare-naked penises could be heard as we moved around. The ringing louder still, more urgent while the girls took their turn to 'waggle' our penises and offer praise about our level of service. The girls also made a point of asking us questions... For example, Emma asked me,  
 
"Who rules Phillipa? Girls, or boys?" And of course, I would have to answer 'girls.' In fact every answer I had to give was 'girls.' To the contrary, every question asked of Stephen was answered with the word 'boys.' Our superiors were playing another game with us, in secret.
 
"Who are more likely to fail tests at school Stephanie... boys, or girls?" And Stephen would reply, 'boys' of course. That's how that particular picnic game went.
 
It was a good spread and Stephen and I were allowed to eat after the girls had been served. Once the girls were ready for more, we would pause our own picnic and serve the girls as demand was required. It was all very civilised and ordered. Bell ringing, laughter, questions for the boys, giggling and not a nightmare time at all really. It was as good an experience for a boy member of the Club as could reasonably be expected. Even in the nude.
 
There was a clearly defined pecking order, a hierarchy of the sexes... that was what the Club was about in any case. There was no battle of the sexes here... that war had already been won... But this also kind of felt like a treat for all of us... full or junior members... girls, or boys.
 
Caroline took time to pour the various drinks... and curiously there was no cola for us boys that day. Just lemonade... I later found out (years later) that this was standard lemonade and not a 'lemonade cocktail for girls only' that gave them a physical boost of energy.
 
"Because boys all pee on the seat, or on the floor I don't trust you to try and pour the drinks," Caroline teased. So naturally, once she poured the lemonade into the plastic cups, it was for Stephen and I to take each drink to the various girls, and then finally, we were allowed to take our own drink from Caroline. Girls always first... boys second.
 
"Which sex can properly achieve multiple orgasms Phillipa... girls, or boys?" Caroline said.
 
"Girls... Miss Caroline..." I replied, blushing.
 
"That's right Phillipa... you'll never forget the first time a girl gave you an orgasm will you?"
 
"No Miss Caroline..." How could I ever?
 
"Nor when we made you cum like a girl... almost!" she pressed. "Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz!"
 
"No Miss Caroline..." I blushed.
 
"Who loses at arm-wrestling Stephen?" Suzanne piped up, popping the remains of a cucumber sandwich into her mouth.
 
"Boys, Miss Suzanne..." my friend replied, his turn to blush again.
 
"Uh-huh... and you're the weakest boy I've ever fought..." <giggle>
 
It transpired that Caroline was quite convinced that us two boys were so attuned to the training we had so far been experiencing that unless there was a bout of arm-wrestling or other 'boy against girl' physical activity, that there was no need for the special 'boy weakening cola' that Emma was able to supply from home. She was experimenting at the picnic to see just how naturally stimulated our penises could stay when interacting with either the girls or between us boys when necessary. The results so far that day seemed to justify her decision... both of us had boners that didn't want to quit.
 
"In the womb Phillipa, how do we all start out? As girls, or boys?" Anita took another turn to tease me.
 
"Girls Miss Anita..."
 
And so the picnic continued... As a special 'girls only' treat, the full members of the Club were served (by us boys) with a scone, butter, jam and cream. The scones looked delicious and both Stephen and I were obviously jealous, but they were girls, and we were boys, so we weren't entitled to that particular treat.
 
"Here, you boys do have a treat to finish..." Caroline said, relenting a little at our obvious disappointment after everything we had so far endured that day. She reached into one of the plastic bags that had been used to bring all of the picnic stuff and handed both Stephen and I a nectarine. One of my favourite fruits... so juicy and... well yes, they could be quite messy.
 
Stephen and I knelt next to each other and ate our nectarines. Mine was really quite ripe, not over ripe, but it was very juicy indeed and it spilled all down my chin, onto my chest and over my fingers. It was quite a mess really and at home, I would normally eat one with a napkin or some kitchen roll to catch the juice. I looked over at Stephen and saw that he was in a sticky mess too. We both rolled our eyes and giggled as the girls chattered amongst themselves for a while, and us boys did the same.
 
After having seen us make such a mess with our nectarines (and later, I discovered that this was deliberate too), Caroline made both of us stand up.
 
"I want you to do something for us while we finish enjoying these scones..." she said calmly.
 
"Like what Miss Caroline?" I asked politely. "We are your humble servant nudie boys after all..." I had kind of relented and relaxed into my role of submissive, determined to enjoy the remainder of the picnic with the girls and my friend. For that one single moment, all of the girls, and both of us boys giggled together. Moments like that lasted all too briefly. At least at first in my experiences in the Club. The more a boy resisted and protested, the more the girls sought to test his boundaries.
 
"I dunno..." Caroline said pensively, thinking about what we should do. "Oh yes, I know... show us how Suzanne and Lizzie caught you in the woods..."
 
"Huh?" Stephen replied, a little confused. "We were just playing... with our toys..."
 
"I'm sure you were..." Caroline smirked.
 
"You were hugging like a pair of lovers, actually..." Suzanne giggled with menace.
 
"But we weren't hugging... not like that," I offered in support of my friend.
 
"Well then how were you hugging? If you weren't hugging like lovers... tell us how it was," Caroline smiled, aware of how easily she was able to manipulate us with questioning and double questioning, even making us doubt our own boyish versions of the truth.
 
"Like friends, Miss Caroline..." I offered, aware that my voice wasn't convincing. "Just two friends... like... you know... when..."
 
"Oh come on... don't be so modest... show us then, how two boyfriends hug..."
 
"We're not BOYFRIENDS..." Stephen insisted passionately. "Miss Caroline, we aren't!"
 
"Okay, okay... little mister hormonal!" she teased. "Then show us how two... boy... friends... that is, friends who are boys... show us how they hug... And we'll see if it's different..."
 
"But, we're naked now..." Stephen said quietly, stating the obvious.
 
"And we're all... sticky..." I agreed, backing him up. Whilst I had no personal qualms about hugging a friend when it was of unusual necessity, I certainly didn't want to hug a boy when we were both naked... and sticky with the nectarine juice.
 
"Phillipa... Stephanie..." Caroline sternly addressed us both, looking from one to the other. "Who rules... girls, or boys?"
 
"Girls..." we responded in unison after considered thought.
 
"Then do as a girl instructs you... Show us all how Lizzie and Suzanne found you... We don't care if you're all nudie now... and we don't care if you're all wet and sticky... If you really are just friends, then there's no need to be so... prudish about it is there?"
 
We were beaten... again... And without words, we moved ourselves, ready to obey our latest command and fulfil the latest challenge. The latest ordeal. The girls knew how to change the mood of a moment in a flash... Build you up one minute... and knock you down to make you feel embarrassed the next. Worthless a lot of the time.  
 
"I guess it's okay Stephen," I offered him quietly as I made the first move. "You and I both know it's just a... hug... Pretend that we're... girls... Girls hug all the time and it doesn't mean that they're gay..." With that in mind, I shuffled to a position in front of the other naked boy and moved in to hug him. Kneeling down in front of each other, I opened my arms slightly, holding them higher up and left room for Stephen to wrap his arms around my lower back, assuming that he would join in with the hug.
 
Of course, what I hadn't figured through properly in all of this was that, as two fully naked boys (except for the ribbon and bell attachments) and two boys who were sporting stiff little erections, hugging each other would bring those erections in close proximity to each other. Well, it was worse than that as I am sure you can imagine.
 
"J-just a little then..." Stephen responded as I moved into place, allowing his arms to open and accept me as I moved closer. I carefully and gently wrapped my arms around his shoulders and began to hug, keeping my distance 'down there' as I did so. Stephen replied, joining in with the hug, his arms around my waist. What it meant was, his head was down a lot lower than mine and the hug looked anything but comfortable or convincing to the girls.
 
"That's not right..." Suzanne said, anxious to correct us as always. "Your heads need to be side by side... that's how I remembered it... and for anyone to hug, your hips need to be touching..."
 
"But Miss Suzanne... we're n-naked!" I protested again. "That'll make our-"
 
"We don't care... And you'll be spanked if you don't do it... come on... show us how you really hugged in the woods..."
 
'Oh god... this is madness,' I heard C-3PO call out in my mind. 'Dear oh dear...'
 
"We got no choice Stephen..." I whispered to him. "Either way, they'll make us do it... or something worse after the spanking... It's just a hug..."
 
"Okay..." he replied anxiously. "Just friends... right?"
 
"Of course... we both know it... trust me... like I trust you..."
 
"Come on, closer!" Suzanne sneered joyfully, and readying her camera. And closer, Stephen and I got... I was the one who changed position, finally moving my hips closer to his... hearing the two little bells between our legs tinkle a little as our positions changed. Almost like Torville and Dean at the start of their famous Bolero routine (Google it).
 
And then I felt it... and he must have felt me... Our crotches, rubbing against each other... our penises, side my side... in contact. It felt so naughty... but the presence of two little erections in proximity like that... contact was unavoidable. Warm contact.
 
"Oh gosh..." I whimpered, feeling his against mine as our hips came together. And as our upper bodies pressed together too, I could feel the stickiness of the nectarine juice on my chest... and his... rubbing together. It felt really icky... But my penis flinched... I couldn't help it.
 
"Nnngghhh..." Stephen whimpered in reply. This was embarrassing for us... the hug was tight... and close... and sticky... and with penises rubbing against each other. For the best, we tried to keep still... it seemed to be the best option to manage our predicament and the humiliation we felt.
 
"It's okay... Stephen," I whispered, our heads side by side as the hug continued. "It's just skin... it's just a hug... you with me?"
 
"Uh-huh," he lamented in reply, as quiet as I was. "We're not gay... we're not gay... we're not gay... honest?"
 
"Honest..." I replied with conviction, despite what my body might be telling him, and the girls.
 
"That's better... two little fruits... hugging... just like we saw!" Suzanne quipped, eagerly teasing us and snapping more photographs for the 'best scrapbook ever.'
 
"Oh they look so cute together like that," Caroline praised us.
 
"They look yummy!" Josie agreed.
 
In my shame at the comments being offered by the girls, and out of a need to make my friend feel better, my instinct was to hug harder, and my arms tightened around Stephen's shoulders. I felt my penis flex again too and I was worried that Stephen might have felt my reaction and misunderstood. But it mattered not, for a moment after my 'flex,' I could feel his penis do the same next to mine....
 
"Ohhhh god... s-sorry," I gasped at my friend. Then his hands tightened around me too. The only way for it to come to an end, was to be as convincing as possible.
 
"Me too," he whispered. "It's just a... h-hug..."
 
"Now kiss for us..." Caroline said, immediately filling my mind with dread.
 
"Please don't..." I gasped with hopeful protest. "We're all d-dirty... after the fruit..."
 
"You're the fruits!" Suzanne giggled. "Go on Phillipa, ask Stephanie for a kiss... you know you want to... and you've never had a better chance than now..."
 
"Please don't..." I whimpered.
 
"And Stephanie... when you kiss Phillipa, put your hands on his buttocks and kiss back at him... like you mean it!" Suzanne grinned, overseeing the latest escalation in our shame.
 
"Noooo! I can't... he's a boy!" Stephen protested.
 
"Well... pretend he's a girl if you want..." she countered, offering little support.
 
"Come on boys... it's just a little kiss... what are you afraid of?" Caroline asked as though the both of us boys were being needlessly difficult and stopping their fun. "Come on... the sooner you do it, the sooner we can get on with the fun and games..."
 
Somehow, that didn't quite provide me with the adequate sense of everything turning out fine in the end! I knew by now how devious and calculating the girls could be in their never-ending series of boy shaming antics. And this hug... and the kiss they wanted to see was just the latest in that series. All for their visual entertainment.
 
"Stephanie..." I began, against my better judgement, feeling like I was under the most intense spotlight ever, and with my heartbeat audible in my ears... each beat loud and clear in slow motion. "Pl-please will you... errrm... ki-kiss me?"
 
"But we're boys!" he replied, the reluctance clear in his voice.
 
"It's just a kiss..." I offered him quietly, yet barely convincing even myself. It was going to be horrible... And the turmoil in my own voice clear for everyone to hear too. "Pretend we're g-girls..."
 
"Ohh gosh," he gasped forlorn as I felt his head move. He had his eyes closed as he moved his face closer to mine and our lips touched. It was the briefest, tentative 'welcome' kiss imaginable... just like how our very first 'girl' on boy kiss the previous day had started. It was how he had been trained. Both of us let out a gasp and braced ourselves for the next part...
 
I closed my eyes too, trying to think about kissing Emma instead... I drew a long breath inside me, steeling my courage. It was me who pushed forward this time... my lips pressing against his a little firmer... still nothing more than a timid smooch...
 
<click... click> I heard from the camera.
 
"Come on... kiss him like a girl Stephanie..." Caroline giggled.
 
"Who's gonna win at tongue tennis?" Alison giggled.
 
"The girl of course!" Anita replied eagerly joining in with the teasing... "But which one's the girl!?"
 
"Neither of them are girls..." Suzanne added with predictable intent to make a point. "They're just two little nudie boys who are going to have a nice, long, snog... It must feel sooooo nice for them to feel their little stiffies rubbing together like that... Like two little boy scouts trying to start a fire by rubbing sticks together!! Go on boys... sound the alarm... ring your little fire bells!!"
 
<giggle>
 
"Go on Phillipa... open up and let Stephanie kiss you properly, or we start all over!" Caroline added, the threat audible for both of us boys. I quickly parted my lips a little as we gingerly smooched over each other's lips... "And use your hands Stephanie... pull him closer to you... grab his arse and make him yours!"
 
Finally, Stephen entered the kiss in earnest with me. I felt his lips part like mine had and he moved his hands lower down my back, resting them on my buttocks. Instead of a hug, this was an embrace that promoted kissing. And there we were... two naked boys, embracing and kissing, still only smooching, both of us afraid to French kiss another boy... and kiss the other, 'like a girl.' 
 
By force of habit, my tongue flickered out as though to lick my lips and I tasted it... Nectarine juice... all over my lips... and all over his. The sweet taste of that juicy, ripe fruit on my lips, and his... My tongue swashed out again as I savoured the taste... I couldn't help it... and I began to forget that I was kissing a boy... His tongue did the same, and I felt his hands tighten their grip against my buttocks... pulling my crotch tighter to his... my penis, stiff and tingly, right next to his...
 
"There we go..." Caroline beamed from beside us, obviously pleased with the horny little show that Stephen and I were engaged in. Another homosexual act between two boys to please the girls. "You two ARE boyfriends after all... aren't you?"
 
"Mmmgghhh," I sounded through the kiss, neither agreeing or disagreeing with the girl. I was focussed on the kiss... the sweet taste of nectarine on the other boy's lips and inside his mouth. 'It's just a kiss... just a kiss... just a sweet taste...'
 
"Go on Stephanie," Natasha encouraged 'her boy.' "Kiss the boy... fight his tongue... that's it... good girl!" And I felt Stephen's tongue push more firmly into my mouth, seemingly tasting the remnants of the nectarine on me too...
 
"Nnnnnggggghhhhh..." I heard his sound too through the kiss. "Mmmmm-ohhhhh..." he gasped as our mouths parted for us to take air.
 
"Ohhhh god! I... Mmmmggghhh..." I panted before finding the kiss re-engage firmly to silence my words. 'I'm kissing a boy... so naughty... so sweet... oh god... nooooo... what's happening to us?'
 
"Phillipa and Stephanie, down on their knees..." Suzanne began her predicable chorus at our expense, eagerly supported by Anita, Alison and Elizabeth.
"K, I, S, S, I, N, G...
Two nudie slave boys, in their birthday suits,
Kissing and cuddling, like a pair of little fruits!"
 
"Mmmmmnnghhh!" I protested through the mashing of mouths that sealed the kiss between myself and Stephen. I didn't want it to be true... But his mouth was so warm, so moist with the nectarine juice... his tongue so... pliable like mine. I hated it, but my arousal was still there, and so was his... rubbing against each other as he pulled my crotch tighter to his... Two boys, French kissing... in the nude... and hugging tightly in front of the girls. Our mouths were pressed harder together now... 'I'm not gay... I'm not gay... it's just a kiss... we're not gay... honest...' "HONEST!" I blurted out when our mouths parted for another breath.
 
"Mmmm, yummy!! Keep going Phillipa... kiss the boy like you mean it... there's a good girl..." Josie chimed in. And I obeyed... for their entertainment, my mouth rediscovered Stephen's, both of us open as the kiss re-united us. Over and over our mouths mashed together, tongues playing against each other, licking over one another's lips. "Kiss him like a girl would... use your hands too... claim him..." Looking back, it was kind of surreal that Josie was encouraging me to 'claim' her brother... Looking back, the whole thing was incongruous.
 
But I did what she said... my mouth kissed Stephen's deeply... my tongue inside his mouth, wrestling with his tongue as he squirmed against me, clutching my buttocks and holding him tight to me. My hands moved down his back and gripped his buttocks in response now, lost in the kiss. Auto-pilot... and I gripped him as tight as he had me, pulling his crotch tighter to mine. Wishing it was Emma... trying to think only of Emma...
 
"Good girl... Phillipa... and you Stephanie..." Caroline encouraged as she observed our kiss. "Doesn't it feel so good to kiss a boy and claim him as your own? <giggle>"
 
"Mmmmmnngghh!" both of us boys protested through the union of our enforced kiss. It was humiliating and should have felt disgusting. But actually, the girls had taught us both well, and it kind of felt to me that I was really kissing another girl... So I couldn't escape the feelings of excitement I felt in my body... my privates and my brain.
 
<kiss... squeeze... kiss...>
 
<kiss... swirl... kiss...>
 
<squeeze... kiss... squeeze...>
 
<kiss... lick... swirl...>
 
"Okay, that's enough..." Caroline announced... but the kiss continued, such was our distraction and focus on it... "Ahem... BOYS... stop kissing... now!" At that command, and to the sound of the giggling girls around us, we broke off the kiss and I retreated as far as I dare, leaving us both kneeling there on the floor with our treacherous little erections, ribbons and bells, all on show... Nobody could deny it... "Wow... you boys seemed to enjoy that... a lot... Just look at you... all stiff and eager... I'm a little jealous!" The girls giggled again.
 
"So come on then Phillipa... tell everyone how much you liked kissing MY boy..." Natasha said. "Tell us if he is a good kisser... and if he's your favourite..."
 
"Errrm... Miss Natasha... it's not like that... r-really..." I answered gently, my breathlessness quite obvious and hinting at an alternative truth. "Honest... I like girls... and..."
 
"Is Stephanie a good kisser?" Natasha pressed.
 
"Well... errrrm... y-yes, I guess..." I answered, not sure what the best answer was under the circumstances. I mean, saying 'no' might have led to more embarrassment for him. You never could tell with the girls.
 
"Is he now your favourite?" she asked mischievously looking across to Emma who had a bemused look on her face at what she had just witnessed. I just hoped she didn't hate me.
 
"No way... of course not... he's a boy... It's Emma, I mean, Miss Emma... Miss Emma is my favourite," I insisted quickly, looking at my intended love.
 
"Hmmmmm... but you did enjoy the kiss... with Stephanie... You enjoyed kissing a boy? And don't lie... we can all see how erect you are..."
 
"A little bit... Miss Natasha... I guess I liked it a little... but..."
 
"No buts... and no shame... I know... you boys just can't help how you feel, and how it affects your little dickies..." she teased. "So, turn to Stephanie and thank him for the kiss..."
 
"Thank you... Stephanie, for kissing me..." I said quietly, turning my head to look at my crestfallen friend. I licked my lips a little, and wiped my mouth dry with my arm. I still felt sticky... and after that kiss... both dirty and sticky.
 
"And what about you?" Emma took her turn to quiz my friend. "Did you enjoy kissing MY boy? Hmmmm?"
 
"Maybe..." Stephen whimpered, his eyes watering with shame and confusion. "A little... Miss Emma... but he's not my favourite... honest... Miss Natasha... all along, I was imagining kissing her... honest!"
 
"Hmmmm... that will explain the boner you've got too then..." Emma teased him. "I believe you... but thousands wouldn't... Anyway... thank Phillipa for your kiss..."
 
"Phillipa, thank you for kissing me..." Stephen addressed me gently, letting out a sigh that seemed to signal a hope that this ordeal was over... apart from the 'fun and games' that had been promised earlier.  
 
"Well done both of you... that was very sweet..." Caroline beamed. "Now that you've done it like that once, there'll be no silly protests or misery the next time we ask you to kiss in front of us... Will there? Even if the girls tease you about it..." We were hoping that the girls would never ask us to kiss each other ever again and we nodded our understanding... Maybe it would get easier, like undressing in front of the girls became a little easier after the first time... or masturbating ourselves in front of them...
 
"Good..." Caroline added her satisfaction that the 'kiss' was finished. "We have lots of games to play this afternoon, seeing as it's such a nice day... But we are running late because of you boys and your little excursion in the woods... So it's time for your punishment, and then we can get back to having fun... Suzanne... confirm the charges against the boys today please..."
 
"Well..." Suzanne piped up with a menacing charm of dominant little chief prosecutor. "For starters, they obviously arrived late after Lizzy and I went to find them... and we all know how that could have turned out! Then, obviously, the boys arrived at Club without the required clothing... or at least, not wearing their required clothing as per the regulations of our Club... Sundry other charges you may wish to consider include the changing of the words to the Boys' Code. I would recommend that they are punished for that, most severely so that they never repeat it and confirm their respect for the female sex..."
 
"Hmmmm... thank you Suzanne for that eloquent summary," Caroline said to her younger sister, a pensive demeanour across her face as she debated the charges in her own mind. "The lateness and the state of improper dress... Hmmm... seems to me to have been quite an honest mistake on this occasion... What with Phillipa and Stephanie newly forming their friendship and distracted by these dumb little dolls and space ships they were playing with... I can't just ignore it though, so I will be lenient and insist that ten spanks with the slipper will be sufficient, with a stern warning to watch their conduct in the future and ensure better time keeping and state of dress accordingly."
 
"Thank you... Miss Caroline," Stephen quickly responded, encouraging me to say the same. Ten spanks, for what we did was pretty tame by all accounts. And after all, they were girls, not savages.
 
"And what of the rhyme?" Suzanne asked, a little disappointed with her older sister's apparent show of mercy. "The rhyme... it was... blasphemy... In Medieval times, a witch would have cut off a bollock for that..."
 
"Ohhhhh... noooo!!!" both of us boys gasped at the cruel wickedness inferred by Suzanne, who promptly giggled to confirm that her wickedness was a simple case of verbal teasing.
 
"Bed wetting wankers... surely you have something in mind about that sis..."
 
"Of course Suzanne," Caroline confirmed. "I have thought long and hard about the punishment for the nasty little rhyme that Phillipa came up with and Stephanie joined in with... That's why the punishments have been delayed until now. As girls, we almost have to expect quite tardy behaviour at times from boys and junior members, and that's why I was lenient with them about the time keeping given the circumstances. The rhyme however is a real breach of trust after all of the time and effort we have put in to letting them thrive as boys in our Club. Especially with all of the treats they have been given..."
 
Silence proliferated the clearing by the large pond as Caroline paused in her 'summing up...' The other girls listened with anticipation... as did we boys...
 
"Yes," Caroline continued... "It was an affront to our very femininity and every single full member of the Club... It was designed to make nothing but fun of our Club and our female members... and it hinted that there was a possible alternative reality where the male sex was the superior. That, of course, is nonsense. As girls, we understand easily why females are the most successful gender, and the most naturally suited to dominate the other sex... It's easy for us to learn how superior we are, and why it is nature's way for that to be the case. Boys however, well... they struggle with it. They fear it... They fear the sense of inferiority when compared with a girl... They fear the reality that they are weaker than girls... emotionally immature etcetera, etcetera... It is that immaturity that has landed these two boys in trouble today... Their combined fear of female supremacy and their immaturity when compared with us, has led them into a predictable trap of making fun of us and disrespecting our Club... And that cannot be allowed..."
 
<gulp> both Stephen and I swallowed hard. This sounded serious.
 
"So... I see it fit that as Suzanne and Elizabeth were the ones who discovered the boys in their state of... 'time-confusion,' and it was they who had to listen to the boys recite that treacherous little rhyme, I decree that the punishment will be delivered by them... Suzanne... you will perform the slipper spanking of their bottoms... Elizabeth, you will deliver six spanks of your ruler to their penises... Their lesson should be harsh but without the need to remove a testicle... We're girls, not witches," and with that, she smiled serenely at her younger sister. "Lizzie, be sure to pause between each spank... and make sure the boys are under no illusion as to who rules... and why... Okay? It's a lesson that they should never forget, and deter them from future insubordination..."
 
"Ye'th Caroline... I will!" Lizzie (or Daffy) lisped her understanding and eagerly got ready to complete her task as punisher for the day. Her excitement was matched only by the horror of us two boys... We both knew that a spank from that horrid, yet effective little ruler had the power to change our lives. Six spanks, each, was going to feel like our lives were ending, of that I was sure!
 
"Please don't," our protests began quietly... quickly escalating and becoming more desperate as Lizzie retrieved the little ruler from the bag at the side of her cushion.
"Noooo! Please... not on our willy... That's not fair... please don't... <sniffle>"
 
"We'll never do it again... we're sorry... Not our willies… please! PLEASE!" <sniffle>
 
"You boys are pathetic," Suzanne quipped, holding up the worn looking faded pink lady's slipper in front of her. "Are you gonna cry already? Jeeez... I'd be more worried about what I'm going to do with THIS, against your bottoms first!" With that, she spanked her palm with the slipper to demonstrate the effect...
 
<Thwack...>
 
"Go on... back up on your perch, and point your bottoms towards the girls... Come on... we've still got so many games to play with you..." Suzanne commanded, hurrying us along... our little bells ringing between our legs as we were helped back up onto our 'perches' on the tree-stumps next to each other. Suzanne arranged us as she wanted, kneeling down on all fours on our respective cushions and awaiting our spankings. Our bottoms were facing the rest of the girls... and I guessed that they could see our little ball sacs hanging down a little between our legs too...
 
"Remember Suzanne... ten spanks only for each boy..." Caroline informed her younger sister gravely. It was like the younger girl might run away with herself in her duty and make things worse. It was going to be bad enough as we shuffled to get ourselves as comfortable as possible before the slipper assault on our arses.
 
"Stephanie... I'll do you first as you should know better..." Suzanne bristled, moving into position at the side of my friend. I heard him gasp, breathing in deeply to ready himself for the onslaught. "Do you have anything to say before I begin?"
 
<tinkle... tinkle...>
 
"Noooo! Please... don't squeeze so hard... not there!" he whimpered as the reason for his initial gasp became clear to me. Suzanne had reached between his legs and gripped his penis. "No Miss Suzanne... only that I'm sorry... I mean, we're sorry..."
 
"Very well," she replied, letting go of his penis and standing upright to take aim with the slipper... "Count each one out... nice and loud... and thank me each time... understand?"
 
"Y-yes Miss Suzanne..." he replied timidly. I guess his buttocks clenched ready for the inevitable. I know mine did and it wasn't even me being spanked then.
 
"Good boy... now be brave, like a girl, and ask me to spank you..."
 
"Please spank me, Miss Suzanne... I've been a naughty little boy... <blush>"
 
<SPANK!> the first strike of the slipper landed hard across his buttocks, the sound of it echoed across the water of the adjacent pond. From the corner of my eye I could see Stephen lurch forward with the strain of the spank from the slipper... <tinkle-tinkle> The force of the spank making Stephen's bell ring between his legs. The sound of the bell adding to his embarrassment as it seemed to laugh at him and mock his masculinity.
 
"Nnngghh OWWWW!" he yelped... "One... thank you Miss Suzanne..."
 
"Good boy..." Suzanne teased, readying herself to land the next spank. "As disappointing as it is for the Club to have to punish an experienced boy such as yourself, be told that it brings ME, great pleasure, to correct a nudie boy... and show them their place..."
 
<SPANK!> landed the second strike of the slipper under the control of Suzanne. The crackle as loud, but to the opposite buttock... <tinkle-tinkle> laughed the little bell.
 
"OWWWW! Please... Ahhhh!" Stephen grunted, lunging forward again under the strain. He sounded beaten already and he still had eight to go. "T-two Miss Suzanne... thank, you..." It was bad to be a boy... As the pain no doubt spread through his bottom, the bell reminded him, and me, that to have a penis was humiliating... the ringing bell reminding the girls too that a naughty BOY was being punished. And only boys, got punished in this way.
 
"Mmmmm... it's good to spank boys..." Suzanne giggled, teasing her prey. "And hear how sorry they are... as their voices tremble... and the tears start to fall... That's the best bit... To see boys realise when they're beaten..."
 
His spanking (and teasing) continued, and continued, right through to the tenth and painfully sounding loudest spank of all across both buttocks. I could tell that he was on the verge crying...
 
<SPANK! tinkle...tinkle>
 
"OWWWWW.... PLEASE STOP! T-ten Miss Suzanne... thank you... <sniffle> please stop!" he sobbed. "I'm s-sorry... we'll n-never be late again... I pr-promise... <sniffle> I'm sorry!!"
 
"Good boy..." Suzanne said, her voice a little breathless on account of the vehemence with which she tried to put over the lesson that was to be learned by Stephen. A lesson I was about to learn myself... Not to be late for Club without good reason... and not to be dressed like a boy upon arrival. "Good boys always learn from their mistakes, when properly corrected by a girl... don't they?"
 
"Y-yes Miss Suzanne... <sniffle>"
 
"And good boys are always rewarded... But now it's Phillipa's turn... Make sure you stay in your punishment position like that until we're done. And if I catch you trying to rub your bum cheeks, I'll start over with another ten for you... understand?"
 
"Yes Miss Suzanne... I won't <sniffle> m-move... I promise..."
 
"Good boy..." she replied, satisfied that he would keep his word. And as quick as that, her attention moved to me... I felt her behind me, her hand reaching between my legs to grip my penis like she had done with Stephen's before his spanking...
 
"Nnngghhhh..." I whimpered as I felt her hand start to close around my erect little shaft, reminding me of my weakness as a boy because of it. <tinkle... tinkle> the bell rang.
 
"Still got your little stiffy, huh Phillipa?" Suzanne teased me, gently squeezing my penis... "After hearing your friend get spanked, you're still just as horny as when you kissed him... <squeeze, squeeze...> I bet you'd like a treat right about now... wouldn't you?"
 
"Mmmm... yes, Miss Suzanne... I c-can't help it..."
 
"Well, naughty boys get punished first... and it's your turn now... Do you have anything to say before I begin?" Suzanne asked, waggling my penis a little with her hand to humiliate me before letting it go.
 
<waggle... tinkle... tinkle... tinkle...>
 
"Nnggghh... Please... d-don't do that... I'm sorry too Miss Suzanne... like Stephen said... I mean... Stephanie... we won't be late again... ever... please don't hurt me..."
 
"I'll accept your apology... but you must receive the same punishment... I can't promise it won't hurt either... Rules are rules... and junior members have to follow them a lot closer..." Suzanne reasoned. "Like Stephanie before you... be sure to count each out each time the slipper hits you... and thank me each time... understand?"
 
"Oh gosh... I... w-will Miss Suzanne..." I replied meekly. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." I set about preparing for my ordeal, and I really did tighten the clench of my buttocks. The spanking that Stephen had received had sounded painfully loud... and it almost brought him to tears... I worried that I would experience worse, either from the slippering, or the humiliation of crying in front of everyone.
 
"Be sure that you do, or we'll have to start over again..." she cautioned with the sincerity of a parent lecturing her own naughty little boy. "Now... be brave like a girl too, and ask me to spank you..."
 
"Oh gosh... oh gosh," I gasped as I sensed her take aim behind me. "I'm sorry... I've been a naughty little boy... I d-didn't mean it... Pl-ease s-spank me Miss Suzanne..." As quick as I could, I clenched my buttocks again, so much that I felt uncomfortable... "Nnnnghhhh..."  
 
<SPANK!> Crikey... that first coming together between the rubberised sole of the slipper and my left buttock stung like the angriest of angry wasps. The kinetic energy of her swing transferred through my rear end and forced me forward a little. Had I not been braced for it, I may have fallen forward, off the tree stump and right into the shrubs at the side of the pond. <tinkle-tinkle-tinkle...> the little bell attached to my penis giggled at me like a girl as I suffered.
 
"Arrgghhhh!!" I called out... "GOD! One... Miss Suzanne..."
 
"Thank me then..." she reminded me, for once, cutting me some slack. She could have taken that strike again.
 
"Thank you Miss Suzanne... sorry..."
 
<SPANK!> Suzanne landed a second spank, this time of course to my right buttock... Every bit as powerful as the first, to signify her intent to make me learn my lesson and learn it well. <tinkle-tinkle> laughed the little bell between my legs.
 
"OWWWW! Noooo!" I grizzled through the stinging pain, gripping tightly to the edge of the tree stump to stop myself falling off it. There was a slight escalation of the desperation in my voice as I responded to her spanking as required... "Two... Miss Suzanne... thank, you..."
 
"You know Phillipa, there are very few girls who don't enjoy getting to spank a boy, one way or another," Suzanne said with a quiet sternness designed to trigger emotions within me. "And I am no different... I like to spank boys... a lot... especially with this..."
 
<SPANK!> The third struck me... in the same place as the first, the fiery patch of tender flesh that was my left buttock... My arse cheek screamed for leniency in my mind as I screamed my contrition for Suzanne's pleasure... <tinkle-tinkle>
 
"OWWWW! God... noooo!" I flinched, gasping for breath as I wriggled my bottom seeking relief in any way I could get it. "Threeeee... Thank you Miss Suzanne..."
 
"Each girl has a talent... some girls like to tease boys by making fun of them... some girls are spankers... and some girls are... <giggle> wankers..."
 
<SPANK!> Back to my right buttock again... the fourth strike struck squarely over the top of the second spank... Suzanne was nothing if not accurate with her aim. Clearly well practiced. <tinkle-tinkle-tinkle> the bell rang adding to my humiliation.
 
"OWWWWWW!" I howled in pain, wriggling my bottom with a kind of 'Phillipa Shimmy.' This time for altogether different reasons. "Four... M-Miss Suzanne... thank you..."
 
"And I like teasing boys a lot too... just like I am doing with you now..." Suzanne said, making it clear to me that she really was enjoying her role. Her fingernail raked across my lower back, trying to tickle me, snaking down over the rear of my right thigh... It made me shiver slightly as my bottom wriggled, displaying it to her, and the other girls as a big, vulnerable target. "But of course, I'm also a spanker... and a wanker!"
 
<SPANK!> Damn it... we'd reached halfway... and Suzanne struck the centre of my bottom... The slipper harshly kissed both buttocks, low down, scarily close to where my ball sac was nestled between my legs further down. <tinkle-tinkle-tinkle>
 
"OWWWWWW! Ngggghhhh!!!" I called out, angst clear for all to witness in my quivering voice. <sniffle> I was starting to wilt, in my mind. "Oh gosh... <sniffle> Five... Miss S-Suzanne... th-thank you..."
 
"For a girl, when she spanks a boy... she treats it like it were a competition... between her and him... A bit like a battle of the sexes. Only a little more, personal... Just one girl, against one boy... Like you... and me..."
 
<SPANK!> Number six... and the grand tour of the slipper continued... this time thundering against the rear side of my left upper thigh. <tinkle-tinkle...> the bell sang, like a girl. 
 
"ARRRGGHHHH! Noooooo!" I yelped with refreshed agony in a place I'd not felt it before in this punishment. I likened my situation to that of Luke Skywalker clinging onto the weather vane of the communication tower on Bespin... The Empire Strikes Back... Darth Vader having just cut off my hand... Only I was clinging on in my thoughts, naked... and it was Suzanne behind me with a slipper and not a light sabre. The fire across my rear end was spreading. "Sssss-ix... <sniffle> M-Miss Suzanne... thank you..."
 
'Phillipa... search your feelings... you know them to be true,' I heard Suzanne's voice, speaking through the Vader mask as I held onto the vane desperately in my thoughts. 'Girls ARE better than boys...'
 
'Noooooooo! It's not possible!' I wailed in response, my face scrunched into a final, defiant reflection of my wavering denial.
 
'Join us as our nudie boy... and show all the other boys how good it is when GIRLS rule the Galaxy... And how much better it is when BOYS learn to obey...'
 
"NNOOOOOOOO!!!" I called out loud, realising that despite my thoughts, I was still clinging on to the tree-stump instead of that Bespin weather vane. The first tear leaked out from my eye, and down my left cheek. <sniffle>
 
"As the girl spanks the boy, both of them are engaged in the battle...” Suzanne continued her tease. "Both her, and him, wondering… which of them will crack first. Will the girl run out of energy before the spanking is fully dealt? Or will it be the boy who cracks first... breaking down into tears and promising to be the best behaved and obedient boy that's ever been?"
 
"Plllleaasee! <sniffle>" I replied quickly, reacting to her words. "I'll behave... honest... I'll obey... forever!!" I wanted the spanking to stop. But it didn't...
 
<SPANK!> Seven now... and although it rhymes with 'heaven,' if heaven was the brightest centre of the Galaxy, then that was the place I was furthest from at that moment. The slipper returned to the event horizon of the first spank... My left buttock.  <tinkle-tinkle...> the bell chorused with joy... the opposite to what I felt. 
 
"OWWWWWW!!!! Nooooo! Please stop!" I gasped with searing torment spreading through my left buttock. I was desperate to kneel upright, reach back and sooth my tender flesh. <sniffle> "Seven... MMMMiss Suzanne... thank you..." With each passing stroke now, I could feel Suzanne's words begin to ring true. I was on a spiralling downward trajectory towards inevitable defeat in her battle of the sexes with me. I could feel my resistance being diminished... eroded by a girl... and her slipper.
 
'Look into the future Phillipa,' I heard Emma this time, calling to me through the Force. 'Like a Jedi... What do you see?'
 
'I'm being spanked... by a girl...' I responded meekly. 'And it hurts... my bottom... I'm gonna cry... she'll win...'
 
'Of course she'll win... Fly Boy... she's a girl... and Girls Rule... forever...'
 
"I can tell that you're finding it difficult now Phillipa," Suzanne breathed hard, a determination to press home her victory clear in her voice. "Three spanks to come, and I've already got you on the ropes... haven't I Phillipa?"
 
"Y-yes..." I responded quietly, clenching my buttocks, for the good that actually ever did me.
 
<sniffle>
 
"I'm going to beat you aren't I Phillipa?"
 
<SPANK!> the eighth... and hardest yet, striking accurately in the area where my second spank landed, right on the middle of my right buttock. <tinkle-tinkle-tinkle> my bell chuckled.
 
"ARRRGGHHHH! OWWWWW!!! Stop it! Yes... yes... you'll win!" I called out with a conviction of certainty in my voice. "Eight... Miss Suzanne... thank <sniffle> you..."
 
"Good boy... because if you didn't already know... secretly, girls always like to see a boy lose... Every single one us in the Club, likes to see boys lose to a girl... You'll find that every girl around the world, wants girls to win, no matter what... every time..."
 
"Please... stop..." I breathed raggedly, almost choking on the need to cry… trying my hardest not to, and lose the game by default.
 
Spank nine occurred in a blur for me as my resolve began to weaken further... The horrifying aspect for me being that this wasn't the main event... Both Stephen and I had yet to endure Lizzie's ruler... being applied in the form of 'penis spanks.'
 
<SPANK!> Finally, the tenth spank rained down on my bottom, right in the centre, threatening to kiss my very anus with the slipper. I could only speculate the shades of pink, scarlet and red that the slippering I had endured had left my skin at the back. <tinkle...tinkle>
 
"OWWWWW.... NO MORE!!!! Please!!! T-ten Miss Suzanne... thank you... <sniffle>...." I sobbed more freely, in defeat, without actually full on crying. I was very close to it mind you. "I'm s-sorry... we'll n-never be late again... I pr-promise... <sniffle> I'm sorry!!"
 
"Good boy..." Suzanne said, her voice as breathless as my own after putting her effort into punishing me and winning our battle of the sexes. "Just as I thought... I win again... and you don't... because you're a boy! Now then Phillipa... do you promise to learn from your mistakes today and try to be a better boy from now on?"
 
"Y-yes Miss Suzanne... <sniffle> I don't want to be spanked... ever... again..." I lamented, sniffling and blinking away the threat of further tears for now.
 
"That's good... Like I said to Stephanie, good boys learn from their mistakes... and boys who obey after being corrected by a girl will always be rewarded... And I know how much you like rewards and treats..." she smirked.
 
With that, the first part of our punishment ordeal was completed. Despite 'only' having one more punishment to come (for now), I didn't get the 'we're half way through already' euphoria. I could only think, with a sense of dread, about what was to come. Stephen felt it just like me, as I later found out. There were lots of things that as boys, by our design, we found in common in our thoughts about what the girls did to us and why they did it... And even why we seemed to 'let' them do it to us. The blackmail of the photographs and scrapbooks aside, Stephen and I were gradually becoming converted to submissive and obedient slaves. Happy about it too, a lot of the time. Especially when we were treated.
 
"Okay Th'tephanie," Lizzie lisped at my friend as she moved to stand next to him. "You can get up and kneel up into the th'it position, fay'thing the girl'th... You too Phillipa..."
 
Both Stephen and I gingerly got up from our position on all fours, mindful of the girls' rules that we weren't allowed to reach back and sooth out buttocks. With the moisture of a fallen tear having left a tell-tale streak down my left cheek, I focussed on my task, kneeling up on the tree-stump... fully naked, except for the occasionally tinkling bell and ribbon attached to my stiff little hairless penis. I faced the girls... all of them watching us two boys do the same thing to ready ourselves... My ankles behind me locked one over the other, my hands rested on my head...
 
When both of us were in our 'sit' position... both of our ceremoniously clad preteen boners saluted the girlish audience. Occasionally, either his, or mine, bobbed on it's own as the muscle at the base of our penises flinched. Lizzie was holding the devilishly wicked pink plastic ruler complete with the 'Wonder Woman' legend picked out in golden letters, albeit back-shaded by blue and red. As I had found when the girls had measured my penis a few days earlier, the ruler was clearly marked in black, with both centimetres (down one edge) and inches (down the other). It was fifteen centimetres long...
 
"Before I th'tart the th'panking," Lizzie announced... "Sin'th I have the ruler out, let'th th'ee how big the boy'th are today... I mean... they're both erect..."
 
"Good idea Lizzie," Caroline said with eager approval. "Alison, you take notes and update their charts when we go back to the hut for final prayer later..."
 
I was told to hold still as it became clear that I was going to suffer the indignity of having my penis measured first by the younger girl... She took hold of it with her thumb and forefinger wrapped around midway along my stiff little shaft. I grunted as she shook me a couple of times to ensure full erection, and of course to make the sordid little bell ring that was attached to my enslaving ribbon.
 
"Skin him back first Lizzie," Suzanne reminded her friend. "We don't want Phillipa cheating by having his foreskin forward... Skin him back so they both look the same..." So I suffered the indignity of having Lizzie tug roughly downward towards my crotch, quickly and uncomfortably pulling my foreskin back over my glans and into place tightly behind the corona...
 
"Nnnngghgh..." I grunted and whimpered. As ever, it was proving to be embarrassing to have a penis between my legs as the girls watched.
 
"Don't be such a baby Phillipa," Suzanne admonished me, pointing at Stephen's penis. "You'll need to look like 'that' when she spanks you anyway... It wouldn't be fair on Stephanie if your thingy had the foreskin covering it as protection... would it?"
 
"No Miss Suzanne..." I replied quietly, my mind racing at the torment to follow. "I guess not..."
 
Before I had time to think further, Lizzie applied the ruler to the underside of my penis, digging the edge right into the flesh between my penis and scrotum underneath, to get the 'true' measure of me. She leaned in close, invading my personal space more than I liked. I knew that her focus was solely on looking at my penis... in close up, atom by atom detail... centimetre, by centimetre... bald... bare naked... and erect.
 
'There's a girl... measuring my weakness...' I thought forlorn as I stared straight out in front of me at the gathering of girls watching events unfold for their entertainment, all eyes on me... my penis to be exact as I knelt there obediently on my tree stump to let the girl measure my sex.
 
"Phillipa'th willy is two point eight inch'th long today... when erect..." Lizzie announced with a giggle as she let the ruler move away from my penis. I relaxed by breathing out, happy that for the moment at least, attention would switch to the other boy.
 
I turned my head to see what Lizzie was doing as she measured my friend's penis. Again, to make sure that Stephen was fully erect before the measure, she gripped his hairless little shaft and waggled it between her thumb and forefinger a few times. His bell rang of course, shaming him further as she readied him.
 
Finding myself oddly curious to hear how big, or small Stephen's penis was, I watched Lizzie as she positioned the ruler into measuring position, the same as she had done to me. The end of the ruler pressed into the skin on the underside of his penis between where the shaft joined his crotch and where his scrotum was. It meant that his penis rested on top of the ruler. The eager young girl leaned in close, blocking my view as she assessed the reading, ready to announce the result.
 
"Th'tephanie'th willy is three point two inch'th long today... erect..." Lizzie giggled again as she relaxed from her position, and removing the ruler from his penis.  
 
"Soooooo," Caroline smirked, looking in my direction... "Stephanie has a bigger willy than you Phillipa... at least for now... Who knows what will happen when you both start your puberty..." At that, the girls in the Club collectively giggled at the news. It was embarrassing. "But don't feel bad Phillipa... right now, both you and Stephanie are still just two little boys... with two little toys..."
 
Her comments were quite hurtful and I felt quite emasculated on a level that was as bad as anything I had faced in the girls' realm that week. As boys, especially preteen and pre-pubescent as we were, there wasn't a lot going for us really. Not when the girls held all the cards and could make us do virtually anything... Once more, our penises... or actually our 'girl penises' had been used against us to remind us of our natural weakness and as an object of teasing by the girls.
 
And through all that... our little boners still saluted the girls... acknowledging their perfection, their superiority and their authority. To my chagrin, and to the girls' amusement, my little boner bobbed again beyond my control as they giggled at me.
 
"Boy'th willie'th are th'o funny... Even though we're teasing them, their th'tiff as a board... That mean'th that they like it..." Lizzie observed. "Look at Phillipa'th... it'th bobbing around!"
 
"That's correct Lizzie," Caroline continued with our mid-punishment humbling. "Just like little puppy dogs who wag their tail when they're having fun, the same can be said for boys. A stiff little willy and with it bobbing around out of their control between their legs means that they're having fun too..."
 
<click...click> when the shutter on Suzanne's camera as she piped up...
 
"Slugs and snails and puppy dog tails..." she quipped. "That's what little boys are made of..." the younger girls renewing their giggles at our boyish expense.
 
"Okay, Lizzie... I think the boys have been left waiting long enough for their punishment... you may begin your preparation..." Caroline said to her protégé once the giggling hubbub had receded. 
 
"Thank you Caroline..." Lizzie replied politely and turning to smile sweetly in our direction. "Natasha... Emma... I'll need your help with thi'th... Or rather, your boy'th will need your help... After all, we're dealing with the weaker th'ex aren't we?" She motioned for Natasha to stand behind Stephen, and for Emma to stand behind me.
 
"Wh-what are you doing?" Stephen asked... concern evident in his voice. If Stephen was concerned, that meant that I should be too.
 
"I'm getting Natasha and Emma to do you boy'th a favour..." Lizzie answered cryptically.
 
'I have a bad feeling about this...' I thought wistfully, my heartbeat starting to rise again, along with my fear...
 
"What do you mean?" he asked again. "Miss Elizabeth... what are you going to do?" It was the perfect line that enabled our latest conqueress to outline a plan. Kind of like when James Bond asks the villain what they are up to and the villain outlines the full, devious plan.
 
"I'm going to th'pank your willie'th... with th'ith..." she smiled, holding up the ruler... "But you already knew that... Both of you al'tho know that being th'panked on your willy i'th going to hurt... a lot... Th'ooooo... to th'top you from reaching out with your hand to protect your little willie'th... the girl'th are going to hold your hands out of the way and keep you in plai'th while I do it..."
 
Both Stephen and I gulped with fear and contrition as our favourite girls were being interwoven into the punishment plan to follow. Natasha was going to keep Stephen's hands securely behind him, while Emma was going to do the same for me. Some favour... huh? Adding to the humiliation, both of us boys were instructed to ask the girls for their assistance...
 
What I was expected to say to Emma, was this...
 
"Please Miss Emma... I've been a very naughty little boy and I'm going to be spanked by Miss Elizabeth's ruler, right on the penis attached to my body... It's going to hurt... and I'm going to cry... Please will you hold my hands out of the way so that Miss Elizabeth can remind me that girls are better than boys?"
 
"Yes, of course Phillipa," Emma replied softly, taking hold of the hands on top of my head and moving them to a position that she could hold them secure down at the bottom of my back... Somehow, I felt even more vulnerable like that, having a girl hold my hands firmly behind my back to stop me moving, or reaching out to block the ruler's lesson for me... But also, it kind of felt like my bare naked penis was pushed even further forward out into the open air in front of my crotch... a better target for Lizzie to strike. "Learn your lesson well and I'll be there for you..." I felt her lean in and kiss the skin at the bottom of my neck... It made my penis flinch and bob out front... This was her way of settling me down before the storm to follow. "Answer Lizzie truthfully as she spanks you... and I'll be proud of you..."
 
To my left, I could hear similar words of encouragement for Stephen being offered by Natasha as she readied my friend for his penis spanking too. The clearing grew silent with dramatic anticipation. All that was missing was one of the girls slowly playing a sombre sounding drum as two males were positioned on the gallows to be hung for some crime...
 
I imagined the girls all in their medieval workhouse tunics, and us two naked boys on display for them... The cruellest girl in the bunch, having positioned us boys in place on our makeshift gallows... sentenced to... a spanking... for treasonous mockery of the Girls' Club... and for daring to suggest that boys were better than girls. Fifteen seconds of boyish laughter and jocularity, punished in the most serious means possible by a girl in their realm. We would serve to be a lesson for ALL boys to learn... that girls ruled... and we didn't.
 
"I will th'pank you in turn... Phillipa fir'tht, then Th'tephanie... one th'pank each at a time... It will hurt and so I won't ex'th'pect you to count out... Your girl will do that for you... However, I will ex'th'pect you to cry... both of you. After each th'pank, I want you to thank me and then repeat what I th'ay... Got it?"
 
There was silence between Stephen and I as our concerns were being barely dealt with in our minds. This was becoming serious now and the next few moments were going to be unbearable. Both of us later admitted to each other that we were on the verge of breaking down into tears of sorrow before it even started. I mean, how would you feel about getting spanked by a girl using a pink ruler on your penis, when you knew it was the most excruciating pain you'd ever felt?
 
"Got it?" Lizzie reminded us more insistently. I felt Emma shake her hands as they held my wrists behind my back, encouraging me to answer.
 
"Yes... Miss Elizabeth..." both Stephen and I finally managed to utter.
 
"Good... be brave, like a girl... and thi'th will all be over very th'oon... Phillipa, plea'th tell the girl'th why you are both being punished in this way?"
 
"Errrm..." I swallowed, trying to find the right words and phrases in my mind to fit the occasion and the angst I felt too.
 
'Girls like to see boys get spanked...' I heard Suzanne teasing me in my mind... 'We secretly like to see a boy get beaten... by a girl... every time! <giggle> It feels good to watch a boy lose control of himself when a girl spanks him... It's her very own... battle... of... the... sexes... You're gonna lose this one too...'
 
"Please d-don't spank me... not there Miss Elizabeth... I know we were bad... I mean... I was bad, for making up that rhyme... It was stupid... because I'm stupid. Please though... I'm s-sorry... You d-don't have to spank my... p-penis..." I raced with worry.
 
"Tell u'th why you're being punished..." Lizzie said more sternly, visibly gripping the little pink ruler with more menace. "It'th no good whining now Phillipa... Boy'th need to learn their le'th'on... And I will th'pank your... willy... even if Caroline ha'th to tie you to a tree... and you know she can..."
 
"Please Miss Elizabeth... okay... okay..." I replied with panic, my body trembling. "Stephanie and I are b-being punished... because... errrm... because I was stupid... I made up some dumb little rhyme about the Girls' Club... and I made Stephen say it too... We got caught and I'm so very sorry. It was just a dumb joke... please don't spank my willy!! PLEASE!" <sniffle>
 
"You're ju'tht th'orry that you got caught right now..." Lizzie replied dismissing my answer with her free hand as though not believing a word of how sorry I was. I mean, yes, I was sorry we got caught. But... "It'th good that we caught you when we did... I mean, who know'th what el'th you boy'th might have been thinking in th'ecret... In th'ecret, you both believe that boy'th are better than girl'th don't you?"
 
"No! It's not like that... honest!" I replied, telling a bit of a white lie. I was trying to minimise the prospect of my punishment. This was the last chance to barter for the welfare of my penis... and Stephen's.
 
"LIAR!" Lizzie called out, pointing the ruler in my direction. "Both Th'uzanne and I heard you... We lith'ened a lot longer than you thought... nudie boy! We heard you th'ay it... 'Boy'th rule, in th'ecret...' That'th what you th'aid... and you got Th'tephanie to th'ay it too... You might as well admit it..."
 
"Okay... I said it..." I relented cautiously, realising the significance of it. It rode roughshod over everything that the girls were trying to teach Stephen and I. It was a smack in the face for our membership of their girls' club. "I'm sorry... It's just..."
 
"Ju'tht what?"
 
"Everything you do to us... it... <sniffle> wears us down and makes us... you know... feel bad for what we are... as boys... It was just us pretending to be in our own world then... while we were playing... Just us boys..."
 
"But in th'ecret, you th'till believe that boy'th are better? Enough to make a dumb rhyme?"
 
"I d-don't know any more..." I replied, bowing my head. "I don't know what to think..."
 
"And what about you Th'tephanie? Hmmm? What do you believe... in th'ecret... when it'th ju'tht boy'th only?"
 
"Miss Elizabeth... I... It was just a game... honest... we don't really believe that boys are better at anything... really... do we... Phillipa?" Stephen said, offering a branch of unity and consistency in our approach to our situation.
 
"Well, ju'tht to be sure... I'm going to make th'ertain what you do or do not believe... You fir'tht Phillipa..." Lizzie said, unconvinced by our show. Yeah it was true, in secret, we still believed that boys were better, although with dwindling conviction it has to be said. The girls had an answer for everything... a plausible theory that detailed at every turn why the opposite was true. It was boyish bravado, shared between two newly discovered friends who had a momentary belief that they could change things. That's all it was. A moment's belief... a glimmer of hope. That was about to be snuffed out. By a ten year old girl... using nothing more than a childish little pink ruler.
 
I closed my eyes as Lizzie came closer to me and held out the pink ruler, ready to take aim at my penis... We were beyond protesting or arguing our case now. Justice was about to be served. The muscle at the bottom of my penis flinched, my buttocks clenched again, barely over their slipper spanking... and I clenched my fists too, feeling Emma take a tighter grip on my wrists to maintain my position. She felt so strong and reassuring to me (kind of) back there. She was my moral support... like a crutch belonging to a boy with a leg missing.
 
"Look at the girl Phillipa, who is spanking you... or look at your little winky..." Caroline reminded me of the rules... I felt terrible as the reality of my predicament focussed in on me. As I knelt there on my tree-stump, trembling, I felt like I was under an intense spotlight. In fact, it was the early afternoon sunshine bathing my body as I re-opened my eyes and looked down... the pitiful penis between my legs, wrapped in a ribbon and about to be spanked by a girl. "Good girl..."
 
I held my breath...
 
<THWACK!> The first strike of the pink ruler clattered effectively into the stiff shaft of my penis. <tinkle-tinkle> rang the bell... It wasn't the hardest spank... not as hard as the one I had received a few days before from her as a forfeit. But I could tell that she used it to get the measure of me.
 
"NNNNGGHGHHH OWWWWW!" I wailed anyway, the pain was sufficient and my body tensed... It was like the girls knew what would happen to me and I instinctively went to try and move my hands to sooth my cock... but found my wrists held still by Emma. The sting reverberated up and down my shaft and I could see the skin instantly turn a slightly darker shade of pink...
 
"One..." I heard Emma say from behind me.
 
"Thank you... Nnnnngghghh... Miss Elizabeth," I grimaced, my hips gyrating on the spot as I tried to manage the pain in my penis any way I could. Five more for me to endure.
 
"You're welcome Phillipa... now, repeat after me," Lizzie said confidently, encouraging me to look at her instead by placing the ruler under my chin and pushing upward... I obeyed and looked into her eyes... She was serious... "Girl'th are th'uperior... and boy'th are their th'laves..."
 
<sniffle>
 
"Girls are... su-superior, and boys are their s-slaves," I whimpered, seeing her expression relax a little at my admission by repetition.
 
"Do you believe that Phillipa... even in th'ecret?"
 
"Yes! I do... I believe it..." I replied, hating myself. I wanted to cross my fingers to acknowledge that I wasn't telling the truth. But Emma was behind me, and she would surely see through my treacherous white lie. So I guess that meant that I did believe it after all... I'd just admitted it in front of all the girls... And the world hadn't ended by saying it... My penis hurt of course... but I was still alive. It was the one of the most basic lessons that the girls had taught me... right back on day one in the Club when they had commanded me to show them my penis... and I pulled down my underpants and let them see me. The world hadn't ended then either, even though I feared letting the girls look at me the most at that time.
 
Emma was pleased, I felt her gently squeeze her hands around my wrists...
 
"Good boy..." Lizzie said, turning her attention to Stephen next to me, kneeling up on his tree-stump. My friend next to me received his spank too, in the same place on his shaft as I took mine... his reaction predictably similar to my own, and the words he was asked to repeat matched those of my own too. Both he and I, in it together... being converted by the girls. The eager, young and committed feminists of Langton Magna Girls' Club, converting two little boy shaped junior members into feminists like them too. Verbal and psychological emasculation... controlling the boy by spanking his penis.
 
I so wished that I was a girl at that moment, to spare me the pain and humiliation of that ordeal. Where I witnessed and felt the cruel potential of their brand of unrestrained feminism, the girls would describe it as being 'cruel to be kind,' and to 'make sure we understood.' It made sure that our beliefs were good and honest and in line with those of the girls... even our secret ones. Or, we would make sure we were truly, definitely on our own before we said anything that might result in a repeat of this punishment.
 
'I wish I was a girl...' I thought as I watched Stephen receive his first spank, right there on his penis, and listened to him repeat the words that betrayed our whole gender. 'I don't want to lose... It's bad to be a boy... it's better to be a girl... Vaginas are better than penises... But I like my penis... it makes me feel good sometimes... Ohhh god, what's happening to me? I don't know what to do... Just obey the girls... it's the only way...'
 
<THWACK!> The second strike of the pink ruler reverberated through my penis... This time, it had crackled down onto the top side of my actual glans, my foreskin having been drawn back previously by Lizzie. A harder spank... the pain of it spreading out with the kinetic vibration that made it feel as though I could feel the blood vessels shaken by the power of her ruler... <tinkle-tinkle-tinkle> the little bell attached to my penis sounded brightly, in contrast with my thoughts and feelings.
 
"OOOOOWWWWWWWW! Ouch!! Nnnnggghh..." I squealed as the pain resonated within my penis... my body tensed again and I could tell that Emma had to work harder to keep me restrained in case I lost balance and fell forward, or reach with my hands to protect and nurse my cock. I looked at the tip of my glans, now angry and darker pink than before... kind of a greyish-pink... My erection bobbed as I tried to recover my senses, my muscles all flexing and tensing beyond my control as I tried to ride my punishment. My hips gyrated and shimmied on the spot, 'Phillipa style.' My penis defiantly saluted the crowd of girls watching my punishment. It was more brave than I was…
 
"Two..." I heard Emma say from behind me.
 
"Thank you... Miss Elizabeth, oh gosh..." I gasped, seeking to suck as much air into my lungs as I could. Anything to distract me from the shame and the pain. I was a third of the way through... Almost a half... and I was still upright... But still, four full spanks to come. I was worried that the ruler was going to tear my penis right off.
 
<sniffle>
 
"My pleasure Phillipa... as before... repeat after me," Lizzie instructed with the practiced air of boy punisher. Again, she used the ruler to lift my chin so that I looked at her... right into her eyes. She was still serious looking, but there was a gleam of excitement in her eyes. She was enjoying it. Just like Suzanne said that all girls did when they spanked a boy, or as they would watch him slump to defeat against a girl. "Girl'th rule for ever, and boy'th will obey..."
 
"Girls rule... for <sniffle> for ever... and boys w-will obey..." I stuttered weakly, my resolve crumbling further as I felt a tear ooze from my right eye and begin it's sorry journey down my cheek.
 
"Do you believe that a'th well Phillipa... even in th'ecret?"
 
"Yes! Honest... I believe it... I believe it <sniffle> Girls rule... honest. Please... stop!" I gabbled. Once more, Emma squeezed my wrists slightly to offer her approval of my performance.
 
"Good boy..." Lizzie replied to my offering, before turning her attention back to Stephen for his second spank. His performance and his level of resolve matching mine once more.
 
<THWACK!> Third times the charm, they say. <tinkle-tinkle-tinkle> Well, this one stung like buggery. My foreskin, having previously been rolled back snugly behind my glans was the target this time. The spongy ruffles of drawn back skin should have acted as a cushion to the pain, or so I thought. But it did little to stop the onslaught of the ruler as it struck home... The power of her spank sufficient to make the foreskin move forward back into it's normal position covering my glans.
 
"OWWWWWWWWW! PLEASE!!! STOP!" I begged loudly, my hips twisting from side to side to escape her ruler. "It hurts... it hurts my willy, please! I'm sorry... I'm sorry... please..." As the pain confirmed to me that I was becoming a very sorry young boy, I sobbed more desperately. I was about to cry. Lizzie had beaten me already. Given the right tools and circumstances, any girl had the power to make a boy cry... make him feel pleasure in his privates, or pain... The very ingredients to have him obey her... forever.
 
"Three..." Emma confirmed from behind me.
 
"Owwww... it hurts... it hurts! Thank you... Miss Elizabeth," I whimpered more desperately, feeling tears welling at the corner of my eyes. There, in front of all the girls, I was a nudie boy, learning my lesson. I was being cleansed of my sins... the nasty rhyme that portended false truths... the sordid little secret thoughts of male superiority, all being washed out of me as my tears leaked... all being spanked out of me by a young girl and her pink 'Wonder Woman' ruler. Half way...  But still half to go... I wasn't sure I could last.  
 
"You're welcome Phillipa... it'th my privilege a'th a female to teach you... Repeat after me," Lizzie commanded. This time, I knew the routine, and didn't need the ruler to lift my chin... I looked into her eyes... and I could see that she knew I was beaten... She knew that victory was going to be hers... "Becau'th, girl'th are better in every way..." In case you hadn't already recognised it, Lizzie was getting Stephen and I to recite an eclectic mix of the highlights from both the girls' and boys' code for the Club.
 
"Because <blush... sniffle> girls are... b-better in every w-way..." I sobbed as I looked at her for forgiveness. But she wasn't done yet.  
 
"Do you really believe that now Phillipa... Even when you're on your own... or with him? In th'ecret?"
 
"Yes... please believe me... you d-don't have to hit me any more... I promise... I promise that's what I believe... Please Miss Elizabeth... d-d-don't hurt my w-willy any more..." I replied, disappointed that I couldn't offer anything that proved the situation to the contrary. I had no scientific theory to back any thoughts that boys might be superior... I had no book of secrets to guide me like the girls had... I had nothing... Everything that was happening to me, and everything I had started to remember about things many years earlier in my life was telling me... females ruled... girls were better... I couldn't change it. I just had to endure it... that was my 'male privilege...' my very own birthright... That was what being a boy was all about. Enduring.
 
I felt Emma squeeze my wrists again... At least I had her approval. I was being as brave as I could for her and for me.
 
"Good boy..." she smiled back at me, satisfied once more that I had done her bidding. She moved a little closer, never taking her eyes off mine, and I felt her tug my foreskin back neatly behind the corona with girlish efficiency... She could see the humiliation in my eyes... my expression as she touched me there and exposed my glans again so matter of factly. My penis, all it could do was salute her...
 
For the moment, her attention switched to Stephen, for her to give him his third 'charm.' But before I had chance to try and get accustomed to the pain still warming my penis after spank number three, it was my turn again.
 
<THWACK!> The good thing about spank number four was that there were only two more to follow. It was scant consolation... <tinkle-tinkle-tinkle> the bell chorused happily at my ordeal, without a care in the world but singing out to the watching girls.  With careful precision, Lizzie had struck my penis where the first spank had landed, mid-shaft... The skin turning a darker pink after the strike. 
 
"NNNGGGHHHHHHH OUCH... OUCH-OUCH!! NOOOOOO!" I seethed through clenched teeth. "OHHHH GOD! It hurts... I'm sorry... I can't stand it no more... Stop! <sob... sniffle>" I was giving in... I began to cry freely now and I didn't care who was watching... I tried to move my hands... not to nurse my stinging cock, but with the intent to wipe the tears from my eyes. But Emma held my arms behind my back, firmly keeping my wrists in check.
 
"Four..." Emma announced from behind me. Her tone had changed to one of concern for my welfare. She was a girl, not a savage. And I was her boy. "Maybe we should..."
 
"Shush," Caroline interjected before Emma could finish. "He needs to learn... or he'll do it again... They both need to learn this lesson..."
 
"Owwww... stop it... please! Th-thank you... Miss Elizabeth," I murmured through my sobs of contrition. There were times when I was with the girls that I wished I could just disappear for good... and this was one of those times. I wanted my dad... even my mum would never spank me on my penis... of that I was pretty certain. I wanted to feel safe and have fun times. With my mum or dad... or just with me and Stephen... This spanking wasn't fun. It was hell.
 
I'd never get caught saying boys were better than girls again... or anything like it. Hell or not... I was learning that lesson.
 
"You're more than welcome Phillipa..." Lizzie beamed at me, happy to see the unfettered sobbing that heralded her victory over me, and that I was a boy who was finally learning his lesson and proving it to the girls. "Don't be ashamed to cry it out Phillipa... It'th how boy'th learn their le'thon the be'tht from a girl... The girl'th know how th'orry you are now... Repeat after me," Lizzie continued. I looked intently into her eyes... hoping for compassion... some sign of mercy. "I'm juth't a boy and belong to the weaker th'ex..."
 
"Oh gosh... I want to go home," I panted between my sobs, fearing that I was going to run out of breath. "I can't t-take any more... <sob>"
 
"Th'ay it... weakling boy..." Lizzie insisted, slapping the ruler into the palm of her own hand with dramatic effect.
 
"I'm just a <sob> b-boy... <sniffle> and belong to the... to the... <sob-sniffle> w-weaker sex..."
 
"But do you really believe that Phillipa... Do you know it to be true now? Even in th'ecret?"
 
"Yes... I believe it <sob... sniffle>... I pr-promise... we're weaker... it's natural... boys can't st-top it... or change it <sniffle>..."
 
"Good boy... you th'ertainly are from the weaker th'ex... that we can all th'ee between your legs," she teased, before once more switching her attention again to my friend. His fourth spank every bit as painful looking as my own seemed to be... and of course, the words he spoke, disparaging his own gender, every bit as humiliating and shameful as when I had admitted it.
 
Stephen was crying now too... he'd given in, just like me... a lesson well learned. It was a bit like another 'nuclear option' that the girls had to make us learn, and make us obey. Like Josie's fingernail torture of our pee-hole, the girls had the 'penis spanking' as a last resort to drive home any misconceptions or misgivings about which sex ruled the roost, there in the Club, at home, or out in wider society. Fortunately, it wasn't an option deployed very often... Even for slow learners, boys tended to learn lessons quickly once they had felt the sting of the 'Wonder Woman' ruler against their privates.
 
<THWACK!> The fifth... 'oh god, the happy fifth' that signified just one more to go struck soundly against my stiff little masculinity. <tinkle-tinkle-tinkle> the bell sang as the climax of my penis spanking was approaching. This time, the callous pink ruler assaulted my exposed glans again, the pain and escalating heat spreading quickly through the spongy flesh there.   
 
"OWWWWWWWW!!! NOOOOOO! NOOO! OUCH!" I squealed and howled.  "PLEASE STOP... I'M BEGGING YOU... <sob>" As ever, my young hips tried to twist and turn, of course making my little punished boner waggle and bounce around out front as it tried to salute my conqueress. My wrists held secure by Emma. Tears trickled freely down both of my cheeks now and I must have looked a very sorry state indeed.
 
"F-five..." Emma confirmed again from behind me, the concern for my wellbeing evident in her voice. I was hers, and she didn't really like seeing such a barbaric punishment being meted out... not on me, as 'her boy' anyway. "Come on Lizzie... that's enough... you've won... look... he's already crying and... we've never gone to six before..."
 
"Yeah Lizzie..." Natasha added, sharing her concern for Stephen's welfare too. "Come on Caroline, make her stop... please... I know they're sorry, I just know it!"
 
"I'll say when they've had enough..." Caroline insisted as both Stephen and I continued to cry out our tears and cleanse our sins. "Phillipa, say thank you... then Lizzie, continue..."
 
"Oh please... stop it... please! Th-thank you... Miss Elizabeth," I murmured through the audio-visual distress of my punishment.
 
"You're very welcome Phillipa..." Lizzie grinned at me with a smug satisfaction of a girl who knew that her victory was now assured. I really was well beaten as far back as her second strike of my cock. She had succeeded in turning me into a gibbering cry-baby, the same as Stephen too. "Repeat after me... I'm a nudie th'lave boy becau'th I've got a peni'th between my legs... but my peni'th... really belong'th to girl'th..." She grinned wickedly at me as she said that last part.
 
"I'm a nudie s-s-slave boy <sob... sniffle>" I began quietly again, the seeds of my submission being cultivated quickly by Lizzie and her penis-spanks. A short, sharp attitude adjustment. "B-because I've g-got <whimper> a penis between my legs... <sob> But my penis <sob> r-rreally belongs to girls..."
 
"And now do you really believe that Phillipa... and know it to be true, even when you're alone?"
 
"Yes... I believe it <sob... sniffle>... Miss Elizabeth... p-penises are our weakness and what makes me... I mean... us boys... inferior to girls... Please don't <sob> hurt me any more..." Emma squeezed my wrists as I spoke, reassuring me that I had her support at least.
 
"Good boy..." Lizzie responded with satisfaction, before once more switching her attention again to Stephen. The crackle of his fifth spank pierced through my ears and his howl of pain and humiliation matched mine. His sobbing and the rate of 'tear-fall' down his cheeks matched mine too. We were enduring together as best we could.
 
If nothing else, Lizzie was committed... After Natasha had counted out the fifth spank, and Stephen had thanked his tormentress, she made him repeat the same mantra that I had been commanded to agree...
 
"And... <sob> and my p-ee-nis belongs to g-girls..." Stephen whimpered through his tears to complete his recital after the fifth spank. Lizzie returned her attention to me and readied the pink little ruler for the final assault of my own boyish 'weakness.' But amazingly... sent from heaven... a reprieve... of sorts...
 
"Okay... okay," Caroline interjected, relenting on the words of concern that Emma and Natasha had offered. "Maybe they have learned their lesson... since we're not savages... That's enough Lizzie, you can stand down now..."
 
"Ohhhh thank you Miss Caroline," I said eagerly, trying to show my gratitude through my sobs of woe. Stephen thanked her too. My penis stung from glans to crotch after the pink ruler treatment meted out by Lizzie The Lisp... It was a horrible feeling on my most sensitive and private skin...
 
"If you want to avoid that sixth and final spank..." Caroline offered, moving over to where we stood and taking my penis in her left hand, and Stephen's in her right... She gripped us tightly to ensure that she had our full attention... Emma and Natasha still holding our wrists out of the way... "Then you will now recite the boys' code, together... By saying it with your little willies on fire, like they no doubt feel to you right now, I am sure that it will serve to remind you who rules... and who is smarter... stronger and unquestionably superior... And it isn't you boys... Go on, say it..."
 
With that, she applied a gentle squeezing pressure around our penises and it was Stephen who made the start to the recital of the code, and I joined in quickly. A disjointed, and sorrowful presentation, interspersed with sobs, sniffles and the tail end of a 'tear-storm.'
 
"Girls are in charge, <sniffle> boys are not...
Boys... are slaves... girls are not... <sob>
Girls rule forever... and boys obey...
Because girls are <sniffle> better, in every way..."
 
"Girls rule forever..." Caroline repeated, calling the girls to say the 'amen.'
 
"Girls rule forever," they all replied, including Emma, who gently squeezed my wrists to secretly tell me how happy she was with me.
 
As my penis was let go, and my wrists too, the feeling of relief that the spankings (front and back) were over was very powerful. Being let off the final spank to my penis made me feel that there was some sort of forgiveness, that as bad as the ordeal was, it could have been worse. And things were going to be better now as a result of it. Kind of like when you kiss and make up after an argument. Stephen felt that way too as I discovered.
 
There followed a precious few moments where I was consoled by Emma... helping me down from the tree-stump... hugging me and whispering how proud she was of me. I noticed that Natasha was doing the same for Stephen too... The scoreboard was being reset... everything forgiven.
 
It didn't take long for the stinging of my buttocks and that of my penis to recede... a lot quicker than I would ever have imagined. You see, the girls never really wanted to do actual long-lasting harm - Stephen's failure to heed the warnings and subsequent circumcision not withstanding. It was a moment in the Club where both the girls, and us boys could move forward with the rest of the day without fear of punishment, so long as us boys obeyed and didn't cross the line as junior members.
 
"Go on... whisper it to me and I'll give you a kiss..." Emma said quietly to me, smoothing her hand through my hair.
 
"Ohhmmmm-errrrrm, Miss Emma..." I blushed as she wiped the last of my tear streaks from my cheek. "Okay then..." With a hushed whisper, I leaned into her ear... "Girls are better than boys..."
 
With a playful giggle, Emma looked into my eyes and responded...
 
"I know..." And with that, she leaned forward and kissed her lips to mine for a second or two... "I'm so proud of you..." she added when the kiss broke, reaching down with her hand to ring the little sleigh bell attached to the ribbon tied around my penis. <tinkle-tinkle-tinkle>. It was one of those moments in the Club where it kind of felt good to belong there amongst the girls like that. Apart from the treats, and the orgasms, I was starting to find that I enjoyed receiving praise from the girls... and gaining their approval... especially from Emma.
 
--
 
Once it was clear to all of the girls that Stephen and I had sufficiently calmed down and were most of the way through our recovery from the spanking, Caroline addressed both of us boys, calling for us to stand in front of her as she spoke...
 
"Stephanie... Phillipa... <sigh> whatever shall we do with you... hmmmm?" she asked rhetorically. "It's not often that a girl has cause to apologise to a boy, so don't test my patience or take advantage of it... But on behalf of the girls here, we're sorry that there was a need to punish you like that... so severely. But you do understand why we punished you, don't you?"
 
"Yes Miss Caroline," I replied quickly, joined momentarily after by Stephen. "It'll never happen again... honest..." I added as truthfully as I could see into the future.
 
"Good... I hope not..." she responded, letting a small smile of mutual understanding trail across her facial features. "Then all is forgiven... and I must say that even though Lizzie and her ruler brought you easily to tears... you did remarkably well in your punishment. As you know, good boys are rewarded... and as a token of our newly reacquainted mutual understanding of how things are between girls and boys here... we thought you should have a treat for how you conducted yourselves during your punishment..."
 
At that, my eyes brightened... a treat... During the course of the week, I had encountered treats that included kissing a girl... getting masturbated to climax by a girl and several other things that turned out to be 'cruel' red herrings that demonstrated my boyish gullibility... all of which amused the girls. But this treat was a genuine treat, way better (at that moment) than being 'orgasmed by a girl.'
 
"Anita... fetch the treats from that bag there," Caroline instructed the younger girl as Stephen and I awaited to see what the treat was. We watched with anticipation as Anita retrieved two scones... the jam pot (with spoon) and the carton of clotted cream... "To help us all move on from your wickedness and your resulting punishment, I offer you the same treat that us girls had as part of the picnic... and I also offer you the choice of cushions across the clearing to sit like girl on... For now, even though you're still nudie boys, you are our almost our equal..."
 
"Ohhh thank you Miss Caroline," both Stephen and I enthused as the juicy looking Derbyshire scones were presented to us on our own plastic plate. We selected two cushions next to each other and sat down 'Indian style,' just like a girl... the most comfortable position I had been in all week at the Club, despite the mild discomfort still across my spanked bottom. Quickly, we both applied the jam and cream to the scones and tucked in...
 
It felt so nice to eat that special treat... It felt good to be considered as 'equal' to the girls too, and not having to adopt any of the various 'junior member positions' we had so far been trained in. It helped us to reflect that as strict as the girls were... as intimidating and 'cruel' they could be at times, they really weren't savages and could be good, generous hosts too. If it wasn't for the nudity exposing Stephen and I as the naked boys that we truly were, it would have been paradise by the large pond as we were treated for all intents and purposes like girls... like full members.
 
The scone was delicious, and I savoured the little currants as they seemed to melt out of the scone inside my mouth... complete with the sweetness of the jam and the lush taste of Cornish clotted cream - fresh from Weltby dairy, which wasn't in Cornwall, but that didn't matter... Nothing else did at that moment. If ever there was a 'make peace' gesture, that was it. All Stephen and I had to do was obey... and be good and we'd never have to be spanked ever again. All we had to do was learn our lesson.
 
And we did.
 
After the tasty treat, we thanked Caroline and were instructed to return to the normal 'sit' position adopted by a boy and on the cushion on top of our respective tree-stumps. Normal service was being resumed... I noticed that both of our penises had returned to harmless looking flaccidity.
 
Once in position, Caroline encouraged her younger sister to present a reading from the Big Book Of Boy Secrets... It was 'story time...'   
 
“Suzanne… it’s your turn to read from the Book at today’s extended meeting and picnic,” Caroline explained. “So what is it that you have chosen to explore as part of your reading?”
 
Taking her place in the middle of the gathering, and directly opposite us two boys kneeling up on our perches, Suzanne politely cleared her throat and opened the Big Book to the required chapter and addressed the Club…
 
“Thank you Caroline,” Suzanne began brightly. “Today’s reading focusses on genetics… the different building blocks of life that science calls DNA… and chro… chrome-ass-omes… Well, what differences there are between female and male ones… and how yet again, nature favours the female…”
 
Both Stephen and I listened intently as Suzanne began her reading… We knew the routine by now… it was another factual revelation of male weakness… male deficiency and female superiority. The outcome was not a surprise… though the subject matter was interesting, if not sad to learn.
 
“Birth defects…” Suzanne continued. “While still in the womb, some babies have problems with how their organs and body parts form, how they work, or how their bodies turn food into energy. These health problems are called birth defects… There are more than four thousand different kinds of birth defects, ranging from minor ones that need no treatment to serious ones that cause disabilities or require medical or surgical treatment. In the western world, 1 out of every 33 babies born each year has a birth defect.”
 
“Most defects apply to boy babies… We already know that nature makes all babies as females first, then the weaker ones are turned into boys. Sometimes, those deficiencies never repair, and a boy is therefore more likely to suffer from a birth defect. Missing or malformed limbs or heart defects are called structural defects. This picture is of a boy with a cleft palate… look…”
 
With that, Suzanne flipped a couple of pages and turned the book round so that we could see the fully naked boy about our age… his top lip seemed to be mostly missing. It made me gasp as I had never seen anything like that before.
 
“Babies born with cleft palate are easily operated on depending on where they are born in the world. You’re unlikely to see a boy like this one, or a girl with cleft palate that hasn’t been operated on to correct it. Not every defect type can be corrected with surgery or medicine…” Suzanne continued, beginning to read from the book again, outlining more and more types of defect. I began to feel very sorry for anyone born like that.
 
“There are several different reasons why defects occur. If a mother has certain types of infection during pregnancy, her baby can have a birth defect. Vaccination against infection and disease has dramatically reduced the risk of this type of defect being a risk for expectant mothers and their babies.”
 
“There are genetic causes of defects too… and this is the important bit. Every cell in the body has chrome-ass-somes containing genes that determine a person's unique characteristics. When the sperm of a male fertilises the female egg, the resulting baby inherits one of each pair of chro-moss-omes from each parent. An error during this process can cause a baby to be born with too few or too many chro-mos-omes, or with a damaged chromosome…”
 
“Boys can inherit disorders from genes passed onto them only by their mothers. These defects, which include conditions like colour blindness, are called X-linked because the genes are carried on the X chromosome. Males have only one X chromosome, which is received from the mother, whereas females have two X chromosomes… one from each parent. A faulty gene on the X chromosome will be more likely to cause a problem in boys because they don't have a normal copy of the gene… Males are weaker, by design…”
 
“Club foot, like this one,” Suzanne continued, showing another picture of a preteen naked boy but with emphasis on one foot being smaller than the other. “It’s a term used to describe a group of structural defects of the foot and ankle in which the bones, joints, muscles, and blood vessels are formed incorrectly. These defects range from mild to severe and may affect one or both feet. This is a relatively common birth defect, affecting about 1 to 3 in every one thousand babies born each year in the western world.”
 
“Once again, boys are affected almost twice as often as girls. In most cases the cause is unknown, but some cases of club foot are a result of a genetic disorder or problems inside a mother's uterus that can affect or restrict the development of her baby's foot.”
 
“Fragile X syndrome causes mental impairment that ranges from learning disabilities to intellectual disabilities, autistic behaviours, and problems with attention and hyperactivity. Physical characteristics of children with ‘Fragile X’ include a long face, large ears, flat feet, and extremely flexible joints, especially fingers. Boys are affected more often than girls. There is no cure for Fragile X either.”
 
“For many conditions, more males than females are reported to have a defect upon birth. Of all babies born with some sort of mental or physical problem, 59% of them are boys. That percentage is even higher for males recorded where a baby boy is born with some sort of genital disorder. Defects include weird looking penises… like these…” With that, Suzanne showed photographs in the book showing close ups of deformed genitals that made me feel quite sad and quite sickly.
 
“Sometimes a boy’s pee hole doesn’t form properly and pee leaks out from a larger hole further along the shaft of his penis where the structure hasn’t formed properly. It’s called hypo-spad-ear… errrm… hypospadia… and it seems to be a result of the fact that originally, all babies are girls until nature decides to make them a boy. The pee-hole can form anywhere from where it would normally be on a boy’s penis, to where it might normally be on a healthy girl. It looks quite a mess, doesn’t it?”
 
I looked across and Stephen and he looked at me. This was another sad story. And to be fair to Suzanne, and the other girls there listening, this wasn’t a time for making fun. It was a statement of fact, not a source of mockery of the male gender. I kind of respected her a little more for that.
 
“Cryp-orchid-ism is the other main defect in a boy’s private parts… It accounts for three percent of all defects identified in newborn boys and may affect his ability in the future to father children of his own. That’s where one or both of his testicles fail to descend during the journey from being a female embryo, to the male after nature’s selection. It’s the consequence of a surplus of oestrogen from the early development of the foetus. Sometimes, the testicle will descend finally, later in childhood, but not always. You can tell a boy with this condition because his ball bag is very lop-sided. Like this one… This is a boy we call Malcolm…” Suzanne said, showing the group a picture of a very naked preteen boy, with an accompanying close up shot showing the front of his genitals, and an oversized left testicle, the right one having not descended, and making the ball sac look empty on that side.
 
“A study in the United States identified that twins, triplets and other multiple births have a nearly fifty percent greater chance of being born with birth defects, and of course, boys tend to be more at risk than girls. The same team of researchers, studied 4,768 pairs of opposite-sex twins and found that boys had a 29 percent higher risk for birth defects than the girls. This could be because boys tend to develop at a slower pace, even in the womb, and leaving a little more time for potential problems to arise. After all, boys need to catch up quickly after they all start out as girls, right?”
 
“Among twins, boys are twice as likely as their sisters to have defects of the genital and urinary organs and five times as likely to be born with an obstruction between the stomach and small intestine. Previous research showed that boys tended to be more susceptible to birth defects, but little was known about defects among opposite-sex twins, who develop in the same environment and have similar risks for genetic defects. It was believed that certain birth defects, which occur very early in development, must be related to the inferior developmental speed of males. Because girls get a head start in the womb, the assumption is that she is better protected against defects.”
 
“In summary, defects and disabilities are not funny at all, and I’m sure that all of us here would wish for every baby to be born healthy. But in the face of cruelty that nature often throws in the direction of the human form, she has decreed that such problems occur in the weaker sex much more often. Some of it is to do with the single X chromosome that males possess, making them naturally weaker by design. Some of it is a surplus of oestrogen from their mother and initial creation as a female. And that concludes today’s reading from the Big Book Of Boy Secrets…” With that, she returned to her cushion and sat down with polite applause from the other girls in the group.
 
"Thank you for that wonderful insight Suzanne," Caroline praised her younger sister with pride in her voice, and enjoying the embarrassed looking reaction on both of us boys’ faces. "So professionally researched and beautifully read. The Book really is a revelation... a true gift for girl or boy to understand the many truths of nature... the results of which are often cruel indeed and not always for anyone to make light of. We should all be grateful that we were born healthy."
 
Both Stephen and I realised that each reading from the Book represented another nail in the coffin of any future beliefs that to be male was anything other than to be deficient. It was another moment where if you looked deep enough into our developing, boyish minds, you would find part of our brain that was screaming 'vaginal envy...' We were actually jealous of the girls for what they had instead. Of what they were, and who they were... I certainly wasn't proud of the shrivelled little flaccid 'grub' I had between my legs right then, nor Stephen either.
 
Being a junior member of the Girls' Club gradually eroded the preconceived advantages we may have previously felt from being a boy. One of the advantages we might have felt was just about to be tested... Stephen and I were about to be teased as the next game was introduced to us both.
 
"So now, it's time for another game... something to lighten the mood again…" Caroline announced calmly. "It doesn't really have a name, but I guess if it did have a name, it would be something like 'tickle the sprinkler...'" The other girls giggled as Caroline spoke and I looked at Stephen to see what his reaction was. It was usually a good barometer to see whether I needed to be worried or not. I wasn't sure whether the blank look of confusion on his face was a good sign or not, but I took it at face value that he hadn't been introduced to this game before. "Anita... tell the boys all about it..."
 
With a playful and eager look of excitement on her face, Anita stepped forward between Caroline and us two nudie boys... Her hazel coloured eyes were gleaming with enthusiasm as she took her place like a young, girlishly female 'ring master' for the moment. Her chestnut coloured pig-tails of hair fell across the top of each shoulder as she stood confidently in front of us. I couldn't resist looking at her exposed navel under the tied-up midriff of the t-shirt she was wearing.
 
"Thank you Caroline," Anita smiled at her mentor and then switched to look back at both Stephen and I... "Yes, I guess 'tickle the sprinkler' is quite a good description of this game... As girls, we come across boys who make the most ridiculous claims about what advantages a boy might have over a girl... especially when it comes to body parts. We're not just talking about the boys who think that having a penis between their legs makes them special or better... this game is about one of the things a penis can do..."
 
Anita smiled at both of us boys as it seemed we didn't quite fully get where this was leading, although maybe we should.
 
"We're talking about those boys who think that because they have a penis, and can pee standing up... then that somehow proves that boys have an advantage over girls..." Anita continued, standing with her feet a little distance apart and resting her hands on her hips like she were a teacher addressing two of her pupils. I guess in a funny kind of way, she really was! "Boys are just lazy to pee standing up... and it more often than not results in their stinky pee going all over the toilet seat if they don't lift it up... or all over the bowl or even worse, <sigh> all over the floor just because they can't aim straight. Boys should all pee sitting down... because they can't control their penis properly..."
 
"Boys should be kept in nappies actually," Suzanne called out smugly from our side as she listened to Anita's lesson prior to the game. That made the other girls giggle.
 
"Maybe," Anita grinned... "I always enjoy changing a blushing boy's nappy... A boy who knows that he needs to control himself down there better, and gets all embarrassed because I'm... 'just a girl...' and I'm getting to see, wipe and powder all of his boy parts... But really, boys should sit down to pee unless supervised by a girl and until he's proven himself to be able to hit the target... and I mean hit the water in the bowl... EVERY time on his own, while she watches..."
 
I kind of gasped internally as I listened to all of this... imaging being made to wear a nappy because I couldn't help wetting myself... and then having a girl like Anita change my nappy even though I was more than old enough to be shy of having it changed by an actual girl... maybe a girl younger than me too... which Anita was. That would feel so embarrassing for sure. And then, I imagined having to pee into a toilet bowl whilst sitting down... or being permitted to stand up only when supervised by a girl. Crikey... it made my penis feel all giddy. If I wasn't careful, I was going to sprout yet another boner.
 
"And for your information boys... and Stephanie might already know this, the ability to pee standing up isn't an advantage that you boys have over girls..." Anita went on to press home her point in introducing the game... "Not at all... girls are quite capable of peeing while standing up... It's not very practical of course, but a boy can NEVER claim that as an advantage over a girl and be taken seriously. We're just not prepared to show you!" she smiled with confident superiority.
 
"Now then," Anita said, looking as though she were thinking something over as she looked in turn again between Stephen and I. "You boys need to pee?" It was a very direct question and obviously quite personal.
 
"No, Miss Anita," Stephen replied straight away and I shook my head to confirm that I didn't need to go either. I was still unsure as to what this game was all about. Okay, I knew it probably had something to do with watching us go pee... I wasn't that dumb.
 
"Really?" she shrugged questioningly. "Not even after the lemonade?"
 
"No Miss Anita... honest," I replied, wondering if this meant that the game couldn't be played.
 
"Hmmm... okay then..." she confirmed. "Ideal then for us to play this game with you..." I listened curiously as Anita seemed to press on regardless. The fact that neither of us boys needed to tinkle somehow didn't matter... the game could still be played. "You may be surprised to hear that one of the advantages that I, as a girl, have over you, as boys, is that I can make you pee... Any single one of us girls here can make you pee..."
 
"Huh? How?" I replied anxiously. I couldn't imagine how a girl could make such a claim. I could understand how a girl could make a boy hard... make him have an orgasm... and make him obey... But for a girl to be able to make a boy pee? I couldn't believe it.
 
"I'm going to show you... we're going to play 'tickle the sprinkler...'" Anita smiled. "Right now... I'm going to make you both pee... Stephanie first, and then you..." With that, she went over to stand next to Stephen, 'sitting' up obediently on his tree stump perch next to mine. "Look..."
 
Anita took hold of Stephen's flaccid little circumcised cock in her fingers with one hand... As she gripped him confidently and moved his penis around, the little bell attached rang timidly. <tinkle-tinkle>
 
"A girl takes hold of the boy's penis like so..." Anita continued, moving her other hand towards the exposed glans of his cock. "Are you sure you don't need to pee Stephanie?"
 
"No Miss Anita... I'm certain..." he replied cautiously.
 
"Very well... It's a little like Josie's magic trick earlier to make you obey... But this time, the girl can tickle a penis right here... and make him pee..." As she said the words, she tickled and grazed her fingernail over the little patch of rough skin underneath his glans, where his frenulum would have been until he was circumcised. She stimulated the sensitive, ticklish flesh remaining there, drawing upward to just below his pee hole...
 
"Nnnnnghgghhh!! Stop!" Stephen suddenly blurted, his hips gyrating, pushing his crotch further forward. But Anita continued to 'tickle' him there, forward and back... <giggle> Stephen let out a little bashful giggle as Anita did her trick. "It tickles..."
 
"Tickle the sprinkler..." she smirked at his reaction. I stared open mouthed as I watched Stephen finally grunt and before my very eyes, let out a small jet of pee from his penis.
 
"Nnnnnghhh... nooo!" he grunted in defeat. She had tickled the pee out of him... tickled his sprinkler. He quickly shut off the flow.
 
"Yay... I win..." Anita smiled. "Told you..." With that, she got up and moved position, this time kneeling down next to me, and my penis. "You sure you don't need to pee either?"
 
"Positive! I don't need to go... Miss Anita..." I replied anxiously. Part of me wanted her to fail... to help prove a girl wrong... about just one little thing. Just once... "Please don't... I don't want you to see... it's embarrassing..."
 
"Shush, quit whining," Caroline commanded eager to watch the remainder of the game.
 
"It's a little different for you Phillipa," Anita explained, "as you've still got your flippy-floppy little foreskin covering the tip, here..." I gasped as she took hold of my flaccid little hairless penis with one of her hands... "I need to tickle yours... just..." She moved just the fingernail of her forefinger right up to the bottom edge of my foreskin and began to graze it over the sensitive, tickly pout of my funnel. Barely any contact... but it tickled. "Just there..."
 
"Nnnnnnnnnn-nooo! It <giggle> tickles... st-stop it... stop it!" I murmured between giggles as she tickled my sprinkler too... As she seemed to expertly know what was going to happen, she let go of my penis and before I knew it, I let out a little jet of pee too before I could stop it again... Twice over, Anita had proven that her trick would work. Girls could make boys pee, even if they didn't want to. I blushed scarlet in defeat. I had no idea.
 
"And that's how girls play 'tickle the sprinkler...'" Anita smiled, happy that her point had been proven. "Any girl can make any boy pee... any time she wants. A girl can make sure a boy pees before a long car journey so their mother doesn't have to make a pit-stop... she can make him pee in front of her friends if she wants to show them how boys do it... It's quite a good way to monitor a boy's health and see if he is drinking enough, which is what we're going to do now..."
 
That said, Anita went over to where the lemonade was and the plastic cups. She retrieved two of the empty cups and in turn, 'tickled' us boys again and made Stephen and I deposit a little bit of pee into separate cups. One each. It was so embarrassing to have a girl holding a cup for me to pee into. Especially while the other girls watched.
 
"Hmmmm... interesting," Anita announced as she held Stephen's clear plastic cup in front of her eyes... then my cup... "Looking at what's in these cups, I think Stephanie and Phillipa are a little bit dehydrated. I guess we have been outside for a long time and they've only had one cup of lemonade... Look girls... way more yellowy than clear... They're not drinking enough..."
 
"I think we would all agree that we want all of our junior members to be in good health when they come to club, and be sparkly clean," Caroline began. "So, from now on where junior members are present, the inspection will include a check to see if the boy is suitably hydrated... and that he is drinking enough... If the boy needs to pee, then the girl will supervise his deposit into the cup for inspection... Any remaining pee to come out will be supervised by a nominated girl, if necessary, with her holding his sprinkler until he can be trusted to aim straight!!"
 
"I agree," Anita said nodding, tipping the contents of the cups out into one of the bushes by the pond. The other girls also nodded their eager agreement. And so, Caroline would be known as the girl who introduced 'hydration testing' for boys in the summer of 1986.
 
"Good, that's settled then... we'll update the charts for the boys to include a hydration test. It doesn't matter if the boy needs to pee or not at inspection time, we can always 'tickle' it out of them!" Caroline giggled, the other girls quickly joining in. "And if a boy is dehydrated, he will need to drink two cups of water right away. We'll have to start bringing more water, and squash to the meetings won't we..." she continued rhetorically.
 
When the excitement of fresh new tests to perform on boy members eased a little, Anita announced the climax of the game.
 
"So boys... to finish this game, we know you still need to pee, so from here," she said marking out a line in the clearing and facing further into the woods, "stand side by side and finish peeing... Show us how you would pee normally and see how far you can spray!"
 
"Wh-what? No way!" I protested. "That's private..." My argument was hollow after everything that the girls had done, what I had done and everything. "There's too many of you! Ohhhhhh gosh... please don't..."
 
As you can imagine, it didn't take much persuasion to get both Stephen and I lined up side by side at the marker, holding our penises and ready to pee on command. I mean... photographs... spanking... Josie's trick... You would obey too, wouldn't you?
 
"I can't do it..." I whimpered. "Not in front of all of you..."
 
"Me either... it's not fair," Stephen added, blushing as bashfully as I was. Peeing in front of girls was still a very private and secret thing. Especially so many of them.
 
"Very well," Anita said as though rising to the challenge. "Emma, Natasha, show them that they can do it... make 'em spray!"
 
Before we knew it, our favourite girls were 'tickling our sprinklers' and making us pee. We couldn't help it... First Stephen and then myself... The girls gasped and giggled as we both peed for their entertainment, spraying off into the bushes on the far side of the clearing. Suzanne captured several images of it on her SLR.
 
<click-click>
 
It looked like my pee was spraying furthest. It could only have lasted about fifteen seconds until both of us ran dry... Red faced and empty, we shook off the remaining pee as normal and turned around to face our conqueresses.
 
"Good boys..." Caroline smiled. "And now you see why boys piss on the seat... and should do it sitting down... like a girl..." Her words were not lost on me. Nor Stephen. 
"Now boys... go and wash off in the pond... Us girls need to discuss and decide what games to play next..."
 
I must admit in the afternoon sunshine, and after the 'dirty' pee game (it left me feeling a little dirty) we had just been 'forced' to play, it seemed like a good time to cool off and rinse away all the sticky nectarine juice from earlier and cleanse the area around our privates. So Stephen and I wasted no time in a spot of skinny dipping while the girls talked and planned the remainder of our afternoon picnic. With our little bells ringing merrily, we jumped into the pond...
 
<Splash... splash> The water was cold at first... But in the water Stephen and I frolicked, and rinsed off our skin. The water wasn't filthy or dirty like I would have imagined in a pond, even despite it's large size. I guessed too that the water wasn't anywhere near as clean as tap water, so I was sure not to swallow any. All in all, the skinny dipping there felt quite liberating and it was nice to have our private parts out of view of the glaring girls for a while... Again, we found ourselves experiencing a precious, pleasant part of the picnic with the girls. As long as we did our bit as obedient boys, we would be treated fine and have a 'good time.'
 
Of course, mindful of all that, it wasn't that long before the giggling girls had finished the private part of their meeting to determine the plan for the remainder of the picnic and what activities and games were to take place. With a final splash and me being ducked under water by my new best friend, we obeyed Caroline's command to climb out of the water and shake ourselves off to start drying again. With her instruction, Stephen adopted the 'sit' position on his tree stump as the mid-afternoon sun quickly dried his skin. To my surprise, I was ordered up onto my tree stump, facing the girls in 'welcome' position... feet slightly apart with my hands resting down at my sides...
 
I could feel the sunshine drying my skin too as I waited patiently for whatever was about to happen, my mind aimlessly wondering why I was in a different position from that adopted there by Stephen, and why he might be in a different position from that I was in. Whatever it was, I imagined it was going to involve embarrassment for one or either of us nudie slave boys at the Langton Magna Girls' Club picnic... Maybe both...
 
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Phillip White and the Club will return in Chapter 6C of The Village -
The Picnic Concludes, Stephen's Story and Phillip's Next Bath...
 
 

 



 

   
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