By Jane Marwood
It was hot, very hot and Richard had been walking quickly for over an
hour. The sunrays filtered through the treetops, blinding the boy's eyes
as he looked up. 'Not much further," he thought as he began to mount the
rise that led to the lake. Richard was dressed, as were all boys at the
orphanage in long gray flannel shorts, that came to his knee's, a heavy
flannel jacket, long gray socks, ending in black boots. His shirt was
soaked in perspiration with the effort of the long walk. Richard reached
the top of the rise and looked quickly about before hurrying on towards
the lake. The lake was in a part of the wood, which was out of bounds.
The boy had heard that it was part of a large estate, owned by a local
farmer. The thought of trespass made Richard look round once more, as he
neared the small jetty at the lakeside. There was no movement in the
wood. Small sounds came from the treetops as birds flew and resettled.
Richard quickly threw off his jacket and shirt, unbuttoned his trousers
and kicked them over his boots. Underneath the trousers were the long
old fashioned underpants that had irritated his skin so much. Richard
struggled with his bootlaces, finally throwing them on to his pile of
clothes. Standing up he let his underpants fall to the ground. Richard
was now naked and was already feeling cooler. The boy ran towards the
jetty, his lithe body glistening in the sun, two more steps. Richard
plunged headlong into the water. The cool water of the lake felt
wonderful against his naked body. For a moment he was able to forget
everything and just bask in the serenity of the moment, heaven beneath
an open sky.
It had probably been thirty minutes or more, before the sound of
pounding hooves had penetrated Richard's reverie. Suddenly through the
clearing he saw two horses approaching. He could not make out the detail
of the riders at this distance. He could see dark hair blowing in the
wind, from under a riding cap. Quickly he turned in the water and set
off at a quick over-arm crawl towards the nearest bushes on the bank. It
became obvious to Richard that the two riders had not observed him
swimming in the lake. Strong over-arm strokes brought him to the bank,
just as the riders reached a wooden picnic table planted firmly in the
ground at the side of the clearing. The horses slowed and stopped, the
first rider a young girl of perhaps sixteen years, dismounted as the
horse took its last few paces. Running, to keep pace with the slowing
creature she pulled on the reins and stopped within a few feet of the
The other horse slowed some paces behind, standing quietly while it's
rider dismounted. Both of the girls were pretty, in fact the blonde girl
was stunningly good looking, fine bone features, vivid blue eyes and
hair the color of silver. The second girl had a face of classic beauty,
with dark eyes and black hair that glistened in the sun.
The small bushes surrounding the lake hid Richard well. He observed the
two girls as they tied their horses to a low tree branch. 'What do I
do," Richard thought. He could see his clothes, lying on the soft grass
only a few feet away from his hiding position.
The girls were talking to each other and laughing. 'That hack is the
only one to take, at this time of year," said Diane. She brushed the
nape of her neck below the neatly pinned blonde hair. 'Everything else
is overgrown," she continued. ...still I bet there isn't a gallop as
good as that for miles.
The two girls looked around. Diane narrowed her eyes against the sun, as
she looked towards the jetty. 'What's that 'ronica?. Veronica looked
towards the jetty. 'I don't know, looks like a pile of rags. 'Well, they
weren't here yesterday, let's have a look. Diane strode off toward the
pile of clothes Richard had hastily abandoned. She picked up a garment
and held it aloft. 'I'm not sure what these are supposed to be, either
long trousers for a dwarf or very long short trousers." Veronica, who
was sifting through some more of the clothes, held up the long
underwear. 'Who on earth would wear these, in this day and age.
"I think where is he, is more to the point," said Diane as she dropped
the trousers back on to the grass. "There's no one in the lake." Both
girls scanned the water, there eyes skimming over the boys hiding
position without noticing him. "I was going to have a dip, but I don't
like the idea of someone being around." Veronica whispered as she looked
across the lake once more.
Diane was looking closely at the rest of the clothes. "I think it's got
to be a boy. Who else could possibly wear clothes like this?"
The blonde girl turned back towards the jetty, looking intently at any
possible hiding place. "The jetty's too low for anyone to be underneath.
Lets walk along the bank." She walked quickly to the side of the lake as
Richard crouched as low as he could in the water. He had seen the girls
approach, but had no idea what course of action to take. 'What on earth
do I do?" He thought. 'If I'm caught, the beating I'll get will be
Richard remembered the attitude of the orphanage to boys who got in
trouble, while they were outside. It was not a strict regime, but they
did not tolerate any boy or girl tarnishing the name of the orphanage.
In fact it had only been two days ago, at the start of the holidays,
that they had been told not to go near private property. Richards's
thoughts had diverted his attention from the approaching girls. He was
suddenly startled by the sound of a voice above his hiding place.
"Who are you and what are you doing ?" Richard looked up to meet the
cool gaze of the two girls as they looked down. It was Diane that had
spoken. "Well I'm waiting for an answer," she continued.
Richard still did not speak. His face was beetroot red. He crouched
further into the shallow water.
"I d' ... don't know." Richard eventually stammered.
"You don't know what you are doing ? That seems strange, for someone who
is crouching in shallow water with no clothes on."
Diane could see the boy's form through the clear water. She estimated
his age to be about sixteen a year younger than herself. As far as she
could see he was a well built adolescent. His face was well featured,
brown eyes, a straight nose and good jaw line.
"Well if you don't know what you are doing, you had better get out."
Diane's cool gaze never left the boy, as she spoke. "B'but I haven't got
any clothes on," stammered Richard, whose whole body was now blushing
with acute embarrassment.
"You will either get out now or I will send for the game keeper." Diane
said firmly, "It's your choice."
The two girls stood back from the bank. Richard had never felt so
embarrassed before. His heart was pounding and he felt dizzy. Slowly he
pulled himself on to the bank. The soft grasses brushing his stomach and
legs as he left the water. He looked up to see the two girls had moved
The girls watched as he slid himself on to the bank. A nice body,
Veronica thought as she looked at the firm buttocks of the boy, lying on
the grass before her.
Richard raised himself on to one knee, holding his hand over his penis
and testicles he balanced on one foot as he managed to stand up. 'Well,"
said Diane, who was now enjoying herself very much. "You had better come
over here and we can hear your explanation." The two girls turned and
walked towards the picnic table. Richard followed behind them, his head
spinning with trepidation and embarrassment. Diane reached the table
first and sat on it's strong oak top. The other girl sat down on the
bench, which was set into the grass.
Richard stood facing the girls. Both hands now covering his genitals. He
glanced back at his clothes lying a few feet away. Diane noticed the
look. "You can have your clothes, when we have had an explanation."
Richard's body had begun to warm in the sun and yet he was shivering,
more with fright than cold as Diane fixed him with her icy stare.
"We will start with your name and where you come from," said Diane
firmly. Her eyes looked down over his body. She noted his firm
shoulders, narrow waist and long well muscled legs.
Richard was now acutely aware of the girls interested gaze. He shuffled
his feet in the grass. He could not bring himself to look at Diane, who
was now looking towards the hands covering his genitals.
"I am waiting, I will not ask again." Diane turned as she spoke,
reaching behind her towards the riding hat and crops lying on the
tabletop. She turned toward Richard once more, she was now holding one
of the crops in her hand.
Richard started to speak, hesitantly at first. "My name is Richard
Chambers, I come from St. Matthew's orphanage."
Diane reached forward. She held the riding crop out in front of her and
with the tip of it gently pushed Richard's chin upwards, so that his
eyes met hers. 'Look at me when you speak," she said a little more
softly. 'Stand up straight too:" Richard met her gaze, but found it hard
to straighten without uncovering himself. He was cupping his testicles
and penis against the juncture of his thighs. The thumbs were crossed
over at the top of his pubic hair.
Veronica was enjoying the boys discomfort, and knew perfectly well why
the boy could not stand any more upright. She also knew that Diane was
having the time of her life with her cross-examination.
"I came for a swim. It was so hot and we're on holiday for two weeks."
Continued Richard. "I didn't mean any harm." Richard looked down once
more. He had never felt so ashamed, standing naked in front of the two
Diane and Veronica were both aware of the boy's discomfort, but neither
had any intention of letting him off the hook.
"Look at me and listen Richard. You should be well aware that this is
private property. There are fences all around this estate and you must
have climbed one to be here now, isn't that so?"
Richard raised his head, looking at the girl while she spoke. His cheeks
suffused were with red and his bottom lip was trembling. "Yes miss," he
managed to stammer.
"Tell me, what would your punishment be, should I decide to telephone
the orphanage and complain of your trespass. Swimming naked in the lake
where there may be people passing. What do you say Richard?"
The boy trembled visibly as a shudder ran through him at the thought of
what would happen to him back at the orphanage. "I would be beaten
Miss." Richard's reply was barely audible. Diane looked coolly at the
trembling boy, noting the small tear running down his red cheeks.
"Who would beat you?" Veronica asked, speaking to him for the first
time, "and what would you be beaten with?"
The boy's breath came with difficulty, he looked near to fainting.
"Matron beats us with a cane." he replied, his voice sounding weak.
Diane again took over as question master "How many strokes would you
expect for something like this?"
"I d'don't know Miss."
"Well how many do you think?, you must have some idea."
Richard was feeling very distressed. He knew for certain that the
minimum he could expect would be twelve strokes. He knew of a boy that
had left the year before. He had received eighteen strokes for a far
more trivial offence.
"I am waiting for an answer." Diane held the crop under his chin as she
spoke and raised the his head once more.
"I think perhaps twelve stokes Miss." Richard shuddered as he spoke.
"Maybe eighteen...," his sentence trailed off into silence.
"'Well I think," said Diane brightly that you would be lucky to receive
less than twenty-four. My mother is a magistrate, I think the orphanage
would take a dim view of trespass on the property of a local magistrate.
Richard looked shocked but said nothing. His cheeks were burning and his
shoulders were shaking with dread.
"One last question, before we decide what to do with you." Richard
looked at the girl, they hadn't decided yet, Maybe there's a
chance...His thoughts were interrupted.
"Where about on your body do you receive the cane?"
"Er..on the bottom Miss."
Both girls looked down at the boy's body as he spoke. Richard was
standing squarely in front of them so they could not see his buttocks.
"Turn around and show me you bottom Richard." Diane said coolly. Richard
looked shocked but did not move.
"I think before you start to disobey me, you had better think about who
and where you are, Richard my boy."
Richard stood still for a second and then began to turn round slowly. He
felt totally humiliated. He pressed his hands closer over his groin as
he turned and faced the lake. As soon as the boy's back was turned the
girls gave each other a quick smile of triumph.
Diane placed the riding crop back on to the oak table. "Stand still and
don't move." Diane said firmly as she got off the table, where she was
sitting and stood behind him. She placed her left hand on the boys left
shoulder. Richard trembled as he felt her cool fingers touch his skin.
He said nothing as she placed her right hand on his waist. She saw him
involuntarily clasp his hands tighter over his penis and scrotum. Her
right hand slid from his waist, gently moving in over the small of his
back and down over the swelling of his buttocks. Veronica stood up from
her seat on the bench and moved to Diane's right hand side intent on
seeing what her friend was doing to the boy.
Richard trembled, stealing himself for what the girl might do next.
"So this is where you receive you punishment is it Richard?" Diane spoke
softly as she leaned her head forward to his ear. Richard felt her hand
move slowly down over his buttocks, stroking first one cheek, then the
other. He felt her take her hand away and then bring it back in a sharp
slap across his right bottom cheek. Richard gasped at the sudden shock
of the smack across his bottom.
"Surely that didn't hurt." said Diane brightly. 'You can expect a lot
more than that when Matron gets hold of you.
"Can I get dressed now?" Richard asked suddenly, fearing there might be
further exploration of his bottom.
"You will get dressed. When we tell you to get dressed and not before.
Is that understood?"
"Yes Miss, I'm sorry Miss." Richard suddenly remembered the terrible
mess he was in. The girls might only be a year or two older, but he
realized that they held absolute power over him. One wrong word from
either of them to the orphanage and his goose was cooked.
"What position does matron place you in when you are to be caned?"
Veronica asked the boy as she moved round to face him. She lifted her
arm and taking his chin between her finger and thumb brought his head
around to face hers. 'We have to kneel on a bench and lean over the
table." Richard muttered.
"Does matron take those awful trousers of yours down?"
"Yes Miss." Richard replied looking into Veronica's eyes. He had never
seen such a beautiful face.
"And how about those awful baggy underpants? do they come off too?"
"Yes Miss." replied Richard as he watched her amused expression.
"So you are in a very good state to have a thrashing right now." Diane
said as she placed her hand back on to his buttocks.
Diane stroked her hand over his buttocks once more and then letting go
of him, sat down on the bench. Veronica followed and sat next to her.
"Turn around and face us." said Diane. Richard turned round and faced
both the girls who had sat next to each other on the picnic bench.
Richard still had his hands clasped firmly over his groin. He had felt
his penis begin to stiffen slightly while the girl's hands had stroked
his bottom, but he had managed to contain himself by pressing his hands
more firmly against his groin. Diane reached behind her and picked up
her riding crop.
"I told you to stand straight once, so do it. Shoulders back arms down
straight by your sides." Diane spoke firmly and abruptly, as she turned
back from the table to face him. Richard blushed profusely "B'but I' I
don't have." Diane interrupted his sentence. "We are well aware of the
state you are in my boy, but you made the choice to take your clothes
off while on someone else's property. So do as you are told and do it
Richard's head felt dizzy, he dropped his head and with a deep breath he
slowly took his hands away from his genitals. He straightened his
shoulders and put his head further back, acutely embarrassed, he could
bring himself to meet their gaze. He could feel his cheeks burning with
shame as he stood trembling before them.
Both girls examined the boy intently. He really is something special,
Excellent features. A really well proportioned body and a beautiful
penis. A large tight scrotum too, what more could a girl ask.
"That's better." Snapped Diane. 'You are in a lot of trouble and we have
to decide what to do about you."
'Veronica, why don't you go and feel his bottom, and tell me how many
strokes you would think to be an appropriate punishment." Richard could
not believe what he was hearing. Suppose he could not control his penis.
What would happen if he had an erection in front of them? These thoughts
ran wildly through his head as he looked anxiously at the girls.
Veronica got up from her seat and moved to stand behind him.
'Now let's have a look at you," she said softly as she placed both her
hands on either side of the boys waist, pushing him forward slightly.
Veronica looked down at his buttocks. She noted their firmness and
quality of skin. She stroked the palms of her hands over his firm skin
as she moved her hands from his waist on to his buttocks. Her thumbs
parted the deep cleavage of his bottom as her hands moved downwards over
"Bend over, so that I can see properly." She said as placed a hand
around the boy's waist, her slim fingers pushing between his arm and
torso. She pressed down gently on the middle of his back with the other
hand. Indicating that he should bend over from the waist.
"Over you go; that's it." Veronica whispered as Richard reluctantly bent
"Open your legs, you'll find it easier that way." Still holding the
boy's waist she ran her hand down over his bottom and into the crevice
between his legs. She pushed the back of her hand against the inside of
his thigh, making him open his legs wider. "There that's easier now I
can see you properly." Veronica spoke softly, her tone almost soothing.
Richard could not believe what was happening to him, he felt dizzy with
the touch of her gentle fingers on his body. He felt the softness of her
hand now parting the cheeks of his bottom. Seemingly oblivious to his
feelings, she moved her soft hands slowly and gently over his flesh.
Richard flinched as her fingertips pulled the cheeks of his bottom
apart. She felt his body tremble as she kneaded each buttock in turn.
"Just stay in that position." said Veronica, "I want to see how
resilient your bottom is." She stood back from the boy and raising her
arm a little, bringing the palm of her hand smartly down across both
buttocks. Richard, startled from the smack to his bottom, tried to
straighten up, but Veronica placed her hand on the small of his back.
"Just one more smack," she said brightly. "That didn't leave any mark at
all." She raised her palm once more and gave the buttocks a harder
smack. Richard jolted with the sting of the slap, but managed to remain
bent over. Veronica could clearly see the imprint of her hand on the
boy's bottom. Placing her left hand on to the small of his back, she
gently traced her fingers over the marks she had just made.
"Now you can stand up again." she told him. Richard obeyed, once more
trying to cover his penis, which to his horror was now in a semi-erect
"Arms by you sides, there's a good boy." said Veronica, knowing that
Diane would want to see whether her ministrations on the boy had
produced an erection. Veronica moved to his side and looked down at his
penis, which had grown considerably and was now pointing forward away
from his groin. Veronica was delighted with the result. Looking towards
Diane she saw her amused expression as she too gazed at the boys penis.
Richard was mortified. His body trembled under Veronica's fingers as she
ran her right lightly over the boy's shoulder and her left hand over his
stomach. 'Why you're trembling," she said as she moved her hand up over
his chest and teased the left nipple with her carefully manicured nails.
Richard's penis began to throb as she slowly coaxed his nipple to a hard
nub of flesh. His eyes began to glaze with the sensation of it all.
"What have we here young man?" Diane said as she stood up and stepped in
front of the trembling youth. She looked down and waited for Richard to
follow her gaze before taking hold of the tip of his penis. She held it
delicately between her forefinger and thumb. The sensation of her
fingers touching him so intimately was too much for Richard, his penis
burgeoned to a full erection, the sensitive shaft of swollen flesh,
pointing straight out in front of him.
"Is this the way you behave in front of young ladies?" Diane chided him.
Richard's cheeks turned an even brighter red.
"I c'can't help it Miss" He stammered. "I'm dreadfully sorry Miss."
Diane impishly squeezed hard on the end of his penis, making the violent
erection complete. She placed her left hand between his legs and gently
cupped his testicles, pulling her nails gently forward over the tight
scrotum, she squeezed the soft fleshy balls of his testicles. Richard's
breath was coming in huge gasps of air. He was feeling dizzy and faint.
"Please Miss, please don't." Richard managed to say through the waves of
sensation that were passing over him. Veronica was gently stroking the
hair at the nape of his neck with one hand and teasing his nipple with
the other as Diane spoke.
"I think that will do for now." she said to Veronica as she let go of
the boys scrotum, giving his penis one last pinch. 'Lets sit down and
decide what to do with him." Veronica stopped caressing the boy and
joined Diane on the wooden bench.
Richard stood where they left him. His legs were still spread apart and
his were hands by his side. His penis jutted forward from the juncture
of his thighs, the tip pointing upwards almost to his navel.
"Look at me Richard." Said Diane "We are going to give you a choice of
punishment. Then we will leave you to decide which punishment you will
take." Richard did not answer but looked up towards the two girl's
faces. His embarrassment was so overwhelming that he was not able to
look them in the eyes.
Diane continued. "We can either, tell my mother and have her telephone
the orphanage, or you can accept a punishment from us. I can tell you
that our punishment will not be lenient. Although I think it will be
considerably less than you could expect from the orphanage." Diane
watched the boy's face as she spoke to him. She could also see that his
penis was still large although now pointing nearer to the ground.
"You may have a few minutes to think about it, while I have a word with
Veronica and decide what our punishment might be." The girls got up and
walked around the table and toward the clearing
They stopped some yards away and faced each other. Richard looked at the
girls as they talked. Both girls were wearing riding britches and boots.
The blonde girl wore a silk shirt that was tied in a knot at her waist.
Richard had noticed that she wore nothing under the shirt as her nipples
were clearly visible through the thin silk. The dark girl, the taller of
the two was also wearing a shirt but this was made of cotton. Large
pockets adorned the front but Richard could see that her breasts were
Richard still stood as he had been placed. Arms still by his side and
legs spread apart he felt foolish. Occasionally the girls looked over
towards him as they conversed. His penis had not subsided much. He
looked down trying to clear his mind of the girls and how they had
touched and stroked him. His problem he thought at the moment was what
punishment the girls had in store for him. He had already decided,
although subconsciously that he would accept their punishment. On
looking at the reception he would receive from the orphanage the
alternative, although unknown could certainly not be worse. It had been
known for boys to be sent to Borstal. Who could tell what kind of story
the girls mother would tell to Matron. Would they have him beaten by the
game keeper they had mentioned.? It seemed likely after the girls
remarks earlier. "Well one way or another it would be over soon," he
thought. The girls were walking back towards him, still in conversation.
They walked around separate ends of the table and sat down in front of
"We have decided' said Diane simply. "As you are already aware this is a
serious offence you have committed. Not only trespass. It could have
been that Veronica and I were swimming in the lake before you arrived.
That would have been a gross invasion of our privacy. Lastly you were
swimming naked. We could have been most offended at the sight of you.
Therefore we have both agreed that you should be beaten, either by the
orphanage or by us. If I have cause to tell my Mother, I shall ask her
to request that you be soundly thrashed. If you decide to take our
punishment then Veronica or myself will beat you."
Richard just stared at the girls. He couldn't believe his ears. They
were going to beat him. Two girls, little older than himself.
"Well Richard what do you say ?" It was Veronica that spoke this time.
"I'm really sorry Miss, I just didn't mean any harm," Richard muttered,
his bottom lip trembling.
"Step forward." Diane said, as she parted her knees to make room for the
boy to stand closer. She leaned forward and grasped the boys hips as he
hesitantly moved towards her. Her hands holding his hips prevented
Richard's immediate reaction to cover himself. "Put your hands behind
you and tell us what you have decided," she said looking up into his
Richard blushed once more. Acutely aware of his nakedness and his
closeness to the girl. He felt his penis begin to stiffen. The soft,
almost tender touch of her hands on his hips and the fragrance of her
perfume played havoc with his senses.
"I'm sorry Miss,' Richard managed to stammer, the sound from his lips
was barely audible.
"Being sorry is not an answer Richard. We are both still waiting for
your decision." Diane's hands were softly stroking his hips as she spoke.
"I w..will take your punishment Miss." Richard just managed to say the
words in a hoarse whisper.
"So you have decided that we will be more lenient than matron have you
Richard ?" Her gaze seemed to mock him as she spoke.
"What's this Richard ?" Diane looked down. "Your penis is stiff again,
can't you control yourself ?" She looked up at the boy's face and then
down again at the stiffening muscle. She held his waist with one hand
while she gently took hold of his penis with the other. Her fingers
gently encircled the shaft. She slowly pushed the foreskin back and
squeezed, causing the boy to jerk his hips backwards. She tightened her
grip and looked up into his face. "This sort of thing could get you into
a lot of trouble, what do you say Veronica?" Veronica stood up and moved
behind Richard's trembling body. She stroked the tips of her fingers
over his buttocks. Pulling one cheek of his bottom apart from the other,
she slid her slim hand between his legs and cupped his testicles in her
"I think," said Veronica "That this young man is in a lot of trouble
already." She gently squeezed his testicles as she spoke. Diane felt
Richard's body stiffen and tremble as Veronica squeezed the boy's
"What do you say to that Richard?" Diane asked as she took her hand from
his hip and scraped her finger nails over the tip of his penis. She held
the shaft firmly while she delicately probed the opening with the nail
of her forefinger. She could feel the blood pumping through the shaft of
the penis as she held him firmly between her fingers. Richard was
speechless. His head was pounding, his vision blurred. The sensation of
the girls hands on his body was too much for him. She gently let the
boys foreskin ride back up the shaft of his penis as he began to tremble
uncontrollably. Diane looked to veronica and motioned with her eyes to
look at the boys face. Richard was breathing in gasps. His eyes were
closed and his cheeks suffused in red.
"I think today has been a little too much for you Richard. We will
postpone the matter of your punishment until tomorrow." The boy was
taking deep breaths now. His penis was as hard as Diane imagined a penis
could be. She removed her hands from the boy at the same time as
Veronica slipped her hand from between his legs.
"Look at me Richard I am talking to you." Diane said softly. Richard
opened his eyes and looked at Diane. It was like looking through a mist.
His head was pounding and his body trembling.
"I said we are going to postpone your punishment until tomorrow. Will
you be here by ten o'clock." Diane took hold of the boy's hips to
emphasize her words.
"Y'yes Miss." Richard stammered.
"I presume that as you are on holiday there will be no difficulty in
getting here for that time." Richard nodded his head slowly. He felt
dazed. The humiliation and embarrassment he felt was beyond any
experience he had ever known.
"You may go and put on your clothes now, but I warn you, if you are late
tomorrow I shall not hesitate to have mother call the orphanage. Is that
clear?" Diane's voice was firm.
Richard nodded. "Yes Miss." The boy did not move as Diane still held his
hips. She indicated he should turn with a slight opposite pressure of
her hands. She brushed her palm across the tip of his penis as he turned.
"Off you go then Richard and don't be late tomorrow." She punctuated the
last sentence with a smack on his bottom. Richard stumbled forward
towards his clothes. He picked up the underpants he had been so keen to
shed earlier and drew them up over his hips. He picked up his trousers.
. and quickly donned the rest of his clothes. He turned around and was
surprised to see the girls had remounted their horses. Diane urged her
horse forward gently. She leaned down as they approached the boy and
prodded the baggy trousers he was wearing with her riding crop.
"What time will you be here?" she asked:
"Ten o'clock Miss." Richard replied: She turned her horse and stroked
it's neck as she commanded it to 'walk on. Veronica gave Richard a wry
smile. "I bet you think it was bad luck meeting us today." She turned
her horse and cantered off after Diane.
Diane and Veronica were sat comfortably in large easy chairs in the
drawing room. Diane's mother sat opposite the girls. Diane and Veronica
had been friends since they both met on the first day of term. They had
been seven years old. Their new boarding school had seemed gaunt and
austere with it's stone walls and buildings. They had comforted each
other then. Often sticking up for one and other during adversity. They
were in their final year now. Since their first meeting they had spent
every holiday together. Refusing to go abroad without the other going
too. They had spent the last few holidays at the Manor house with
Diane's mother. Diane's father had died just over five years ago. The
girls had decided that Diane's mother should see as much as she could of
her daughter during the holidays. 'So that's the whole story. Diane said
as she shifted her beautiful body to a more comfortable position. It was
not hard to see where Diane's good looks came from. Her mother was
strikingly beautiful her hair was pinned up at the nape of her neck. Her
breasts pressed against the silk of her blouse above a slim waist. Her
legs were long and slender, tanned from tennis and walking. "You think
the boy will turn up do you two?" Diane's mother addressed both girls.
"Yes we do," said Veronica. "I'm sure we put the fear of god into him
and I think the thought of the orphanage finding out will be too much
Diane's mother had not been shocked at what the girls had told her. They
had recounted every detail, even the size of the boy's penis. She had
laughed when they had told her of the effect they had had on the boy. "I
think it must have been the first time he had been touched intimately.
she had said to the girls. "I know a little about the orphanage, from my
duties as a magistrate. The boys sleep in one dormitory. I imagine there
is little chance for sexual encounters with the girls or masturbation."
Diane's mother turned to take a sip from the glass she held and thought
for a moment. Her beautiful features lit by the lamp beside her.
The girls watched her intently. They both loved her and kept no secrets
from her. Diane's mother was aware of her daughter's fondness for
inflicting pain. For as Diane had inherited her looks she had also
inherited the desire to inflict pain. It was the most rewarding when she
inflicted pain on boys or youths. They had discussed this desire between
the three of them many times over the last year. Two years ago they had
employed a young girl of fifteen as a maid. She was a very pretty young
girl and a very willing worker.
It had been one evening during the Easter holidays that Veronica had
gone to the barn. Riding tackle and hay were kept there as well as the
straw bails. It had been twilight as she had entered the barn to fetch
hay. She had heard scuffling and low moans coming from the straw bails.
The main light switches were at the back of the barn door and as she
switched them on she heard gasps from behind the straw bails. Veronica,
frightened had run into the house to fetch Diane and her mother. They
ran back to barn together to find the young maid and an even younger boy
from the village, pulling on their clothes. Diane's mother had been
furious: pulling the girl to her feet she sent her off into the house.
She took hold of the young boy, who could have barely been fifteen and
pushed him over the straw bail. "This will teach you, Fetch me a riding
crop." Veronica had hurried to the tackle shelves and produced a long
slim crop. The boy had not struggled but had lain quietly where he was
being held. She hauled the boy up again ignoring his pleas.
"Get his trousers down will you Diane." Diane's mother held the youth
firmly as Diane undid the boy's belt and unbuttoned his trousers. She
slid them down to his ankles and looked up to her mother. Diane's mother
knew what was in the girl's mind by her questioning look. "And his pants
too." she had said as she held the boy firmly. Diane did her mothers
bidding and pulled the boys underpants down below his knees. His penis,
she noticed was small and shriveled lying in front of his testicles.
Diane's mother turned the boy over and asked the girls to hold him down.
Diane without knowing why, had reached underneath his hips. Grasping his
penis and both testicles in her hand.
Diane had looked up at her mother, who had smiled at her and nodded her
Lady Rawlings had brought the crop down smartly across the boy's bottom,
causing him to yell. He tried to wriggle up but Diane kept a firm hold
on his genitals. The pain in his testicles had made the boy keep still.
Diane remembered the pleasure it gave her to have the boy wriggling
helplessly while he was being beaten. She also knew for the first time
that she liked the thought of having command over a boy.
Diane and Veronica had often talked about that night in the barn and
they smiled, as each knew what the other was thinking."
"Shall we take Wendy with us tomorrow mother ? It might remind her of
what her boy got in the barn that night.". Diane asked:
"You can if you wish, I don't need her. Since she has been confined to
the house she has been a different girl. Its not as if she doesn't know
what you two get up to when you are home on holiday," her mother replied:
"I bet she's not forgotten her thrashing either." Veronica said. After
the boy had been sent home. Wendy had been summoned to the drawing room.
Veronica tried to recall it as it had happened. Diane's mother had been
sat on the center seat of the settee. The girl had been stood before her
with her eyes full of tears.
"You know I have to punish you don't you girl. I should have you sent to
approved school for what you were doing. You are both under the age of
consent and what you did is a criminal offence." Diane's mother had told
the girl. Wendy had begged and pleaded for leniency. "Take off your
dress and get over my knee." The girl had taken off the dress.
"And the under-slip too." She had slowly taken it off and stood up in
just her panties. Diane and Veronica had been seated comfortably in the
easy chairs facing each side of the girl. They had enjoyed her distress
She had a good figure for a young girl and her small breasts stood
firmly above her flat tummy. The girl awkwardly placed herself over the
"I think a hair brush would be appropriate, don't you?" She had looked
at both girls as she spoke. Veronica remembered, she had run to her
bedroom where she had a large wooden backed brush she had brought from
Placing her hand over the girls bottom Diane's mother had taken the hair
brush from Veronica and had placed it on the settee beside her. "I think
we'll have those panties off you, would you help me please Veronica ?"
Diane had smiled at her mother including her best friend in the
proceedings .Veronica had bent down and hooked her finger under the
waist of the girls panties pulling them down gently.
The girl had shivered as they slid slowly down her legs. "I think we can
proceed." she said. The girls watched intently as the young maid was
beaten. Her bottom glowing bright red after the first few stokes. The
girl had screamed for mercy after the first ten stokes but the beating
continued until the girls had counted forty strokes.
Wendy had been sent to bed after her beating and had remained there for
the next day in terrible discomfort.
Diane's mother stood up and reached for a small bell push set into the
oak paneled hearth. A few moments passed before the maid entered the
room. "We've just being discussing your smack bottom," said Diane. 'We
would like to see if that little bottom of yours has healed yet. Forty
strokes with a hair brush should have left some trace." The girl blushed
her long eyelashes closing over blushing cheeks as she looked down in
her embarrassment. "Will you show us please?" The girl blushed again, a
soft rosy glow spreading upwards over her pretty face. She turned her
back towards the two girls putting her hands under her short dress.
"No not like that," said Diane firmly.
"Take your dress off so we can all have a good look at you." The maid
turned towards Diane. She looked shocked and embarrassed. Slowly she
undid the buttons of her black dress. She pulled her arms through the
long sleeves and placed the dress on the arm of the settee next to where
Diane's mother was seated. Underneath she wore a black slip. The girl
pulled the thin straps over her shoulders and wriggled daintily as it
fell to the floor. She was wearing only pair of brief black panties. Her
breasts were quite large. Her slim waist accenting their size, they
thrust outward firmly as she stooped to retrieve her under-slip.
Once again the girl turned her bottom towards Diane, pulling the waist
of her panties down at the back to reveal her well rounded buttocks.
Diane leaned forward and took hold of the girls hips turning her round.
"I've told you once already, not like that."
Diane brushed the maids hands away from the panties and hooked her own
fingers into the waistband, pulling the panties gently down the girls
shapely thighs to her knee's. "Now take them off," she told her. "And
lets have no more nonsense." Bending with her knee's pressed together
the young maid pushed the lacy garment over her shoes.
"That's right, put them over there and leave your shoes with them."
Wendy stepped out of her high heels and walked back to Diane, covering
her small patch of dark pubic hair with her hand. Diane stood up as the
girl approached. Taking her by the shoulders she made her turn toward
the fire place. "Shall we have a little more light?" said Veronica as
she turned on the light of the standard lamp next to her chair.
"That's better," said Diane. "She has filled out nicely, what lovely
breasts." She let her right hand fall from the blushing girl's shoulder,
placing it firmly on her breast. Diane began to caress the breast,
drawing her finger nails lightly over the nipple. Round and round her
fingertips teased until the nipple stood out proudly.
"Please Miss." The girl muttered her eyes closed with shame. "Please
don't." She hunched her back, her shoulders strained forward.
"Stand straight and put your head up" snapped Diane as the girl tried to
evade the teasing fingers pinching and squeezing her soft nipple. She
slapped the girls buttocks smartly with her left hand. With a gasp the
Wendy raised her head and pushed her shoulders further back.
"That's better, you can always have another smack bottom you know."
Diane said brightly. 'Now just do as I tell you, when I tell you,
there's a good girl."
Wendy was one blush of red, her bottom lip was trembling as Diane
scolded her. "Now we will have a look at that bottom of yours." Diane
quickly turned the girl around and bent her forward. Taking hold of the
maids waist, Diane leaned over passing her arm around the girl and
bringing her hand up underneath so that the palm pressed against the
maids soft tummy.
She stroked her right hand gently over the soft buttocks. "Look 'ronica,
there are quite a few marks.."
Veronica leaned forward from her chair and gently stroked the buttock
cheeks presented to her. Diane moved her left hand further down
underneath the girls tummy. Her finger moving over the slim patch of
pubic hair. "Open your legs girl." Veronica slapped hard across both
cheeks of her bottom. Wendy had began to tremble as she shuffled her
"Come on you can do better than that." Veronica said insistently as she
pushed the girl's legs further apart. She could see the fingertips of
Diane's hand as she moved them over the girls pubic mound. Diane felt
the lips of her vulva begin to open as she teased gently with her
fingers. She rubbed backwards and forwards with the length of her finger
between the lips her nails teasing the clitoris into prominence. Forward
and back, forward and back her fingers moved inexorably, stimulating the
trembling female beneath her. She felt the first slight movements of the
girls hips as she daintily caressed her captive's most private part.
"Ooooh Miss, plee..ease .. Miss." Wendy gasped as she felt a finger slip
inside her. The girl began to move her hips in response to the rhythm of
Diane's gentle probing. Her breath came faster and her body shivered.
Her mouth opened, gasping for air as Diane moved her hand more firmly
inside her. Feeling the moist lips lubricating her finger, Diane
increased her rhythm, slowly and insistently she probed deeper and
deeper into the very core of the girl. The hips that were moving from
side to side began to move backwards and forwards. Reluctantly the girl
moved her innocent young body, pushing her quivering hips forward to
meet Diane's probing fingers. Her naive movements sending thrill after
thrill through her body. Veronica observed the reluctant motions of the
girl in front of her and moved to a kneeling position between the girl's
widely spread legs. She reached down and stroked her gently, her fingers
bestowing feathery caresses upon the girl's inner thighs. Wendy was in
turmoil her senses reeling with the onslaught of passion her mind
assailed by a rising tide of sensuality."
The lower half of her body seemed as if it were on fire, her legs
trembled and quivered, her knee's turned as if to jelly. Diane looked
down on the helpless girl, watching her tremble with rapture, her knee's
spread wide sinking to the soft carpet below. Calmly Diane moved with
her keeping contact and increasing the pressure of her wrist upon the
writhing girls clitoris as she inserted another finger inside her.
The girls words coming in gasps between in-drawn breath. Diane was
delighted as she felt and saw the tell- tale signs at the impend of the
girls climax. She looked over to Veronica who was caressing the girls
thighs with persistent stokes, moving her hands smoothly upward over the
back of the thighs into the deep crease of the girls bottom. Veronica
took her cue from Diane and splayed the girls buttocks widely apart, her
fingers teasing the sphincter, probing and prising an opening as the
girls hips worked themselves to and fro. She inserted the tip of her
finger into the anus and at the moment of climax impudently pushed her
finger straight up into the girl's wriggling bottom.
"Oooooh...Ooooh....pleeeease..." Wendy was beside herself with sexual
pleasure. "Oooooooooh.....Misssssssss," the girl moaned, her hips
thrashing as both girls cleverly manipulated her climax.
With tenacity they coaxed the last vestige of pleasure from their victim
watching her every movement until she collapsed prostrate on to the
carpet heaving and gasping for breath.
"Arrrh...Oooooh.ooo..ooh.........ooooh ...". The girls moans subsiding
as her orgasm diminished. Even then Diane's fingers did not lose contact
with her as she cupped the fleshy mound and squeezed gently.
Diane laid her head on the girls back. "There now, there now," she
murmured, gently stoking the softness of the maids buttocks with her
right hand, the other still cupped between the thighs. Veronica stroked
her quivering legs until they lay still. "There, that wasn't so bad was
it ?" Diane murmured as the girl drew air in long deep breaths.
Lady Rawlings looked down at the tableau of girls before her. Her maid
lay naked on the floor her legs spread wide. Between them sat Veronica
her hand laid on the back of the girls knee. Diane was sat to the side
gently stroking the shoulders of the exhausted innocent.
"Help her on to the settee beside me," Lady Rawlings said softly to her
daughter. The girls got up slowly, helping Wendy to the couch.
"Lay her head on my lap, that's the way." Diane's mother said as they
helped the naked girl to lay face upward on the soft cushions. Her head
rested on Lady Rawlings knee. Diane's mother gently stroked her hand
over the girls glistening shoulder and down on to her beautiful breast,
stroking softly. The girl seemed to have regained some of her senses and
looked up into the face of her Mistress as she felt the hand gently
touch her sensitive nipple. Diane knelt at the side of the settee
looking down into girls face.
"Tell me," she said quietly. "Did you enjoy that?"
The girl looked into Diane's eyes. "Oh yes Miss." she whispered. Her
"Did it make you tingle all over, tell me ?" Diane lent close to the
girl as she spoke, Her voice whispered softly. "Did it make you come?"
The girl blushed as she looked up at Diane. "Oh yes Miss, yes Miss." the
"Do you feel nice now?" Diane reached for the girl's other breast and
squeezed it gently as she spoke. The girl dropped her eyes as she felt
the caress. "Answer me." Diane moved her face closer to her.
The girl looked at the lips inches from hers, raising her head she
kissed Diane in adoration. "Oh thank-you Miss ...thank you."
"You can pop your clothes back on now Wendy then fetch us all a drink."
Diane said kindly as she stoked the girls cheek, "You know we are really
very fond of you."
"I know Miss. I just get embarrassed." The girl said softly looking into
Diane's eyes. Wendy dressed quickly and left to fetch the drinks.
'Well," said Lady Rawlings. "What a day you're all going to have
tomorrow." The girls looked up at Diane's mother as she spoke, smiling
gently at her daughter and her friend. "I feel sorry for this orphan boy
of yours. Not because you are going to punish him tomorrow but because
of his circumstances. Perhaps if he is as beautiful as you say we could
do something for him."
"What do you mean?" asked Veronica as she shifted lazily in her seat.
Her robe fell open below the belt exposing her long shapely brown legs
right up to the vee of dark pubic hair.
'Well," said Lady Rawlings. "I know a woman that runs a school, mostly
girls I think, but she has a wonderful way of molding her pupils. They
turn out quite bright but completely manageable, if you know what I
"You mean they are submissive?" asked Veronica.
"Yes, I think you would say they are very submissive." Lady Rawlings
smiled. "I think punishment plays a big part in her disciplines. Look at
the way Wendy has reformed since her smack bottom. She does exactly as
she is told and yet is cheerful and very caring."
The day dawned bright and clear. The girls were in high spirits as they
sat on the cane chairs of the veranda adjoining the dining room. Diane
was helping herself to more coffee from the silver tray which the maid
had placed on the cane table in front of them. Diane was wearing a white
silk shirt. The material was almost transparent, even the doubled
material of the pockets did little to conceal the dark aureole and
nipple of each breast. She had unbuttoned the shirt down to the middle
of her cleavage and as she leaned forward, her breasts were completely
exposed. Her dark blue skirt was made with a buttoned slit, which ran
from the waist down to the knee length hem. Diane had unbuttoned these
so that the smooth sea island cotton material fell either side of her
"I think we chose the right outfits, don't you?" Diane turned to her
friend and smiled. "I don't suppose there is a chastisement outfit."
Veronica laughed. "Have you decided what to beat him with yet?" Veronica
leaned back as she spoke and unbuttoned her thin cotton shirt to the
waist exposing her large rounded breasts to the sun's morning rays.
"That looks pretty." Diane said, observing Veronica's brown nipples
which stood out quite splendidly from the tips of her firm breasts.
Veronica shifted in her chair placing her feet on the cane table. She
was wearing a wide skirt which came to just above the knee. She pulled
the skirt up until the hem lay across her hips, exposing her long brown
legs. She smoothed her hands over her thighs lazily. "I'm looking
forward to today, he has such a lovely body for a boy." Veronica spoke
softly, turning her face to the sun. "He is graceful and not too
muscular, perfectly proportioned really."
Diane nodded to her friend in agreement. "I think he is most unusual and
special, let's hope mother can do something for him."
"Look," said Veronica. "My nipples have gone stiff." Diane laughed,
reaching over and tweaked the tip of Veronica's right breast with her
finger nail, before cupping the firm flesh with her hand. Leaning
forward in her chair she brought her mouth over the nipple and nibbled
gently with her even white teeth.
"Oooh don't start that now or we'll never get through the day." Veronica
It was an hour later. The girls were sat side by side in the Range Rover
belonging to Lady Rawlings. Diane was driving competently down the long
drive which lead from the Manor into the estate. "Are you comfortable
Wendy ?" Diane addressed the maid seated behind them.
"Yes Miss, thank you Miss."
Diane glanced round at the maid who smiled back at her. "You have turned
out a nice girl." Diane said. "Such a pretty face and body too, you
really are a lucky girl."
"Thank-you Miss." replied the maid once more.
They were now heading up the long hack which led to the lake. Diane
drove slowly over the rougher ground. "Don't the woods look pretty at
this time of year ?" Veronica said, shifting lazily in her seat. Diane
concentrated on her driving, her wide skirt laid over her thighs,
displaying a pair of pretty knee's.
"I think we brought everything we need, for our task." Diane said to
Veronica. "If not we will just have to improvise."
"You will do as we ask today won't you Wendy ?" Diane turned to girl
behind her. "I want complete co-operation from you, is that understood?"
"Yes Miss." the maid replied firmly, "I wont let you down."
"I do think that girls got a crush on you Diane. Veronica said. She
turned in her seat to look at the maid who blushed prettily, and dropped
her long eyelashes over her cheeks.
"Here we are." Diane brought the Range Rover to a halt a few yards from
the picnic table.
'Are you sure we wont be disturbed." asked Veronica as she opened the
door of the vehicle.
"No I made sure. The keeper is in 'Far Acre' and will be working there
for the next three weeks, so there's no-one to interrupt us."
"Good," said Veronica jumping from her seat. Her skirt caught up
momentarily, revealing her brief white panties as she slid her feet to
The girls unloaded the jeep: Two picnic hampers and three large car rugs
were placed on the grass beside the picnic table.
"You still haven't told me what we're going to use on the boy," said
Veronica as she sorted through one of the hampers.
The maid approached holding a long slim package. "Madam asked me to give
you this," she said as she held out the paper parcel.
Veronica quickly tore off the paper and held the long slim cane between
her fingers. "What was Madam doing with this might I ask ?" Veronica
looked at the maid.
"It was meant for me Miss." the girl replied quietly.
"Has she used it yet?" inquired Diane.
"No Miss," the girl blushed. "She said it was for the next time."
"Then what I said earlier is true, you are a very lucky girl."
"Yes Miss." The girl said quietly.
"There must be enough stuff in here to stock a chemist's shop." Veronica
said as she knelt over the hamper and sorted the contents.
"Well we have to look after him, I wouldn't want him to be poorly with
any infection." Diane said as she reached for the cane lying on the
picnic table. "How do you fancy being beaten with this?" she asked Wendy
as she slipped the slim bamboo slowly through her fingers.
"Oh I wouldn't Miss, it looks awfully hard."
"Well one stroke wouldn't hurt you, and it would be nice to try it."
Diane said cheerfully.
"Oh no Miss, Please Miss, you wouldn't." The girl looked pleadingly at
"But you have already promised to do as you are told, haven't you?"
Diane looked inquiringly at the maid. The girl looked at Diane, her
bottom lip trembled.
"Please Miss.. not with that, I couldn't stand it."
"Of course you could, now lets have no nonsense from you." Diane spoke
sharply to the girl. The maids face fell, her lips trembled at the sharp
rebuke and the thought of the long cane.
"Just bend over the picnic table there's a good girl, one stroke never
hurt anyone." Wendy trembled, but dutifully walked to the picnic table
and leaned her hips against it, bending forward slightly. Her face
turned to look at Diane.
Veronica stood up and went behind the girl raising her loose skirt up
over her bottom. "Bend forward, there's a good girl she whispered."
Wendy bent over timidly, resting her head on her hands as they touched
the table top.
Veronica promptly pushed the full skirt up over the girls waist, tucking
some of the material into her waistband. Her pretty bottom displayed a
small pair of lace panties. Veronica knelt behind her as Diane watched.
Taking hold of the flimsy lace she slowly pulled the panties, making the
girl open her legs as she eased them down.
"Just lift your foot," Veronica said gently as she pulled the panties
over the girls dainty sandals.
"Open her legs a little more." Diane instructed her friend.
Veronica pulled the girls legs apart and pushed her ankles further in
toward the table. Standing up she placed her hand on the small of the
girls back pressing her slim waist down on to the table top. Wendy
shivered, her body rudely exposed.
"Please d...don't hurt me Miss." She stammered. Her little bottom moved
from side to side in agitation.
"Keep still, there's a good girl." Veronica said gently stroking her
hand over the girl's naked buttocks.
Diane nodded her head to Veronica. Her friend placed her arm over the
girls waist and pressed down firmly.
"Just keep still, or I will give you two." Diane spoke firmly.
Veronica slid her other hand over the girls bottom her fingers trailing
through the crease between her buttocks and finding the sensitive lips
of sex. Slowly she teased them with light caresses running her nails
through the fine hairs of her pubes. The girl moved her bottom, the
cheeks quivering as Veronica's fingers slid between the pubescent lips
of her vagina. Veronica pressed two of her fingers together, stealthily
she pushed them up inside the girl, the vagina already moist, allowing
her fingers to slide in easily. Veronica cleverly manipulated her
fingers feeling the girl's bottom lift and push back toward her hand.
Diane watched as her friend's fingers slipped backwards and forwards
between the pretty cheeks of the maid's bottom. The girl moved her hips
backwards, her vagina seeking the fingers that gave so much pleasure.
Her breath was coming in audible gasps as the probing fingers played
inside her. She raised her buttocks, her back arching as Veronica
steadily increased the tempo of her fingers.
"Oooh....mmmm..ah ..." moaned the girl as she bent across the table
before her tormentors. Veronica looked up at her friend and nodded.
Diane stood back from the girl and raised the cane high above her right
shoulder. Veronica increased the rhythm of her fingers inside the girl's
wet passage slowly pulling her hand backwards.
The helpless girl raised her pert bottom seeking the fingers that gave
so much pleasure. "Now." said Diane. Veronica quickly pulled her hand
away, increasing the pressure of her arm over the girls back. Diane
swung her arm downwards, the cane whistled through the air in a perfect
arc, striking the young girl across the center of her bottom. The tip of
the cane curled around the quivering cheeks of the girls thrusting
buttocks, biting into the virgin flesh.
"Aaaarrh...aaaarh." The maid's body stiffened as if electrocuted. Her
legs kicked wildly as she screamed. "Aaaarhh....aaaarh..ooh." Her head
tossed from side to side, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Wendy was in turmoil her thighs rubbing together trying to rid herself
of the pain. Veronica thrust her hand between the injured cheeks her
fingers rudely searching for the girl's moist vagina. Deftly she sunk
her fingers into the girl, swiftly bringing them into play. Her fingers
roamed wildly around the inside of the quivering flesh. Diane dropped
the cane and splayed her hands over the girls thrashing bottom. Her
fingers quickly located the neat sphincter between the quivering
buttocks. Deftly she pushed her finger up into the hole. Wendy writhed
beneath them, her body on fire. A myriad of emotions went through her
innocent body as the girls brought her to a shattering climax. Her
screams filled the air as wave after wave of sensation passed through
her. "Mmmhhhh..aaarhh..arrrh ..." The girl was moaning beneath them as
they gently slowed the tempo of their busy fingers.
"Mmmmmmhh...mmmm." she sobbed, her body was suffused in a rosy glow.
"There ....there." Diane whispered softly to her. "There's a good girl,
hush, it's all over now."
Wendy sighed and moaned but her body became still. "There you're all
right now, just lay quietly." Diane reached underneath the girls waist
her nimble fingers began undoing the buttons of the maids skirt.
Once open she tugged at the material, pulling it from under the maid's
stomach. Gently she raised the skirt over her bottom, taking care the
material did not touch the bright red weal crossing the buttocks.
Veronica put her hand underneath the girl's tummy to support her while
Diane laid her skirt beside the hampers.
Taking a bottle from the open hamper, she poured lotion on to her hand.
She applied the liquid delicately to the girl's bottom, softly rubbing
it in to the marked cheeks.
"Oooh Thank you Miss." The girl murmured as she felt the cool lotion
being rubbed over her wounded bottom.
Diane spent several minutes gently applying more of the liquid. She
re-capped the bottle and placed her hand gently between the girl's
thighs. Cupping the pubic mound she squeezed softly.
"There, now how do you feel?" Veronica asked as she carefully lifted
Wendy from the table.
"It really hurt Miss, I didn't think I could stand it...it was awful."
The girl whimpered as Veronica helped her toward the blankets.
Diane watched as the maid approached. "You look quite beautiful you
know," she said to the maid looking at the small patch of hair that ran
down between the girls legs.
"Turn around so we can see your stripe."
The maid turned without hesitation, showing her bottom to Diane.
"Shall I bend over Miss ?"
Diane smiled. Obedience at last. She thought. "Yes please Wendy." Diane
The girl bent down touching her toes easily, although she grimaced as
the flesh of her bottom tightened. Diane could not resist reaching
between the proffered thighs and delicately tickling her pubes. Wendy
trembled but did not move from her bent position until Diane patted her
thigh and told her to come and sit down.
"I don't know whether I can sit Miss."
"Just lay on your tummy, then we can see that delicious bottom of
yours," Diane replied.
"All that excitement has made me thirsty." Veronica said brightly. "Who
would like coffee?"
"I'll pour it Miss, I'm all right now."
Richard awoke with a start. He had had a terrible night. unsure every
minute of the evening whether he would be called to Matron's office.
Whether the girls had decided to report his crime. He had slept
fitfully, waking constantly only to fall back into an uneasy sleep.
He looked at the large round wooden clock hanging high on the wall at
the end of the dormitory. It said six o'clock. Richard jumped out of bed
and hurried to the bathrooms. He filled the large cast iron bath with
tepid water, the only kind they supplied at the orphanage. He shed his
nightshirt with which they supplied to both boys and girls and sank into
the tepid water. He scrubbed himself thoroughly, rubbing his skin red
with the harsh bristles of the wooden brush.
He had asked Matron for clean underwear and socks, which she had
provided without asking why. Normally clean clothing was supplied at the
whim of the domestics who worked in the institution.
After soaking in the bath for as long as the rapidly cooling water would
let him, he got dressed.
He was the eldest boy in the dormitory and as such was not asked
questions about where he was going. The rules were strict and it was
only the most foolish boy or girl that broke them. He often went for
walks early in the morning even during term time. He was quite sure no
one would question why he was dressed so early during the school
Richard had a strange feeling in his stomach. His nerves were on edge
with a mixture of apprehension and dread at thought of what the day
He sat with the earliest sitting of boys and girls for their meager
breakfast, however this was one day that Richard could not bring himself
to eat his food. Richard did not possess a watch so watched the clock at
the far end of the room. As soon as the hands read ten minutes to nine,
he set off for the long walk up to the lake.
The sun was already hot he as crossed the fields toward the woods. He
trudged on steadily, becoming more nervous as his legs carried him
nearer to the estate. He was well inside the woods when he saw the faded
notice that read, Private Land, Trespassers will be prosecuted. The
fence that provided the boundary for the estate that lay ahead. Slowly
he climbed over the round wooden posts that ran between strong stakes
which were firmly implanted in the ground.
Slower now, he climbed up the hill, which led to the lake. Cresting the
rise he could see the blue water sparkling through the trees. The lake
looked inviting, but thinking about the lake made his stomach churn. If
it had not been for his desire to swim there he would not have had to be
Richard covered the last few yards through the trees with an impending
feeling of dread. His mind had covered every possibility including
whether it might be a game and they would let him off.
As Richard left the cover of the trees he saw a Range Rover parked by
the Picnic table, then further to the left he saw the girls. He could
not see clearly from that distance so he failed to notice that a third
girl was present.
Richard felt embarrassment, what should he do. Had he to walk over to
them, or ... He walked on. His head looking toward the immediate ground,
he managing somehow to put one foot in front of the other as he neared
the picnic table. He could see thick tartan blankets laying on the
ground near to the table. He stopped and looked up. 'Well what have we
here?" Said Diane brightly as the boy raised his head. She had monitored
his progress from the wood. Perhaps confirming her first impressions of
his physique. The boy almost jumped as she spoke. 'At least you're on
time." He gazed at the girls his own face already bright red. He noticed
the third girl who had looked at him quickly and then averted her eyes.
"Well my boy, are you ready for your punishment ?" Diane looked keenly
at him, her lips displaying even white teeth as she spoke. Richard hung
The maid looked at Richard through her eyelashes. She was pleased they
had allowed her to dress before the boy's arrival. He really was good
looking, tall, with a handsome face. "We have decided," said Diane. "To
give you six sound strokes of the cane. It should be a lot more but we
are to be lenient on this occasion. This will be administered by myself.
If you do not keep still or I am not satisfied I will give you more. Is
that understood ?"
Richard looked at the girls beautiful face as she addressed him. Six
strokes, would he be able to take it like a man. The doubts rushed
through Richard's mind. He had had no experience to compare with this.
"We are to proceed straight away Richard so will you kindly prepare
yourself." Diane continued.
Richard stood looking dumbly at the girl. Not knowing what to do or what
"We are waiting Richard my boy." Diane was well aware of the boy's acute
What should I do Miss ?" asked the boy looking down at his feet.
"Take those ugly trousers of yours off...and your clod hopping boots."
Diane snapped. "Hurry up I haven't got time to waste with you." Diane
and Veronica were both well aware they had all the time they wanted.
Richard went down on one knee and started to undo the laces. His
trembling fingers hardly managing to cope with the well-worn laces. He
managed to get them off and then stood trembling before the girls.
Reaching for his belt he undid it and let it hang down from the waist
loops of his baggy short trousers. He unbuttoned his trousers and let
them down over his legs. He stepped out of them and placed them beside
his boots. Once again he stood up in front of the girls wearing his
baggy underpants. His shirt lap hung down covering most of the
"Take your jacket off." Diane said firmly. "It is far to hot for that."
Richard obeyed placing the rough flannel jacket over his trousers.
"Come on and the underpants, I'm going to cane your bare bottom. Hurry
up you are slow." Diane looked up at the boys face, it was flushed with
Richard dropped his eyes from the girl's cool gaze and pushed his
underpants down his legs, he took them over his socks and placed them on
the growing pile of clothes. His shirt lap hung down covering his thighs.
'"or God's sake take those horrible socks off." said Veronica, speaking
to the boy for the first time.
Richard bent once more, taking his long gray wool socks over his feet he
put them on the pile. He stood up facing the girls once more.
"Shall we have the shirt off ?" Diane asked Veronica innocently, "it's
bound to get in the way." Richard blushed deeper at the thought of
having to expose himself. He had blushed every time he had thought of
the events of yesterday.
"Of course it will have to come off, it's more like a nightgown than a
shirt. How are we going to get to his bottom with that thing in the way
?" Veronica turned to Richard as she spoke.
"Come on, get it off." A nervous shudder shook Richard as Veronica spoke
to him. Blindly the boy reached for the buttons of his shirt fumbling as
he struggled to undo them, the shirt parted as he undid the last button
exposing the front of his timid body to the girls.. Richard took the
shirt off and let it fall to the ground beside the rest of his clothes.
He clasped his hands over his genitals aware of the interested stare of
"Hands by your sides, head up, shoulders straight." snapped Diane
copying the word's and tones of her own schoolmistress.
Richard breathed deeply, he felt faint. Slowly he took his hands away
and hung them by his sides. He held his shoulders straight.
"That's better, I can't stand sloppy boys." remarked Diane.
Richard was aware of where the girls were looking. He fought an inner
battle with himself to keep his hands by his sides. Veronica looked at
the naked boy as he stood in front of her. His body was better than she
remembered it. She examined his penis hanging down in front of the
neatly bulging scrotum. He had obviously been circumcised the tip of the
penis showing about a quarter of an inch from his foreskin. His body was
slimmer than she had first thought and his skin had a healthy color and
an excellent texture. Richard stood still as the girls looked at him. He
could do nothing to save his embarrassment. His eyes were filled with
Diane stood up in front of the boy and took him by the shoulder as she
looked into his face. "Look at me Richard, I am going to punish you now.
I expect you to take your punishment like a man. Do you understand me."
Richard nodded making a small tear run down his cheek. Diane looked down
gently into his eyes and tenderly wiped the tear from his cheek.
"It's no good crying, I haven't given you anything to cry about yet."
She said firmly. Standing back from the boy she motioned Veronica to
join her. "He can kneel on the bench and lean over the table I think."
said Diane. "Would you bring that blanket please Wendy." The maid
carried the blanket to Diane who told her to lay it on the bench at the
side of the picnic table. Wendy tried to avoid looking at the boy's face
knowing some of what he must be feeling. At the same time there was a
certain excitement about the proceedings.
"Come here my boy, kneel on the blanket and lean over the table."
Richard moved to the bench and knelt on it. He leaned over the table
supporting himself with his hands, his elbows straight.
It was as if he were in a dream his head pounded and his stomach churned
inside. Veronica put her hand gently on his back. 'Go down on to your
elbows and rest your head on your hands, there's a good boy." Her voice
was gentle and soothing. "That's it right down." She smoothed her
fingers over his back as he arched his spine and pressed his chest to
the table. Veronica moved back examining his form from the rear. His
legs were close together and his smooth buttocks thrust upwards.
Veronica looked at Diane who was also admiring the beauty of the boy's
body and winked..
She smoothed her hand across the smooth upturned buttocks. "Open your
legs, you will be much better like that." Richard shifted his legs apart
a couple of inches. Veronica stooped placing her palms on the inside of
each thigh. Firmly she pressed the boy's legs apart until they were
widely spread. The firm buttocks were now open and vulnerable. Richard
gasped at the smooth contact of her soft hands. "I think he had better
be held." said Diane. "Wendy would you hold his arms, go around the
other side of the table." The maid obeyed, moving around the table she
pulled Richard's hands across the edge of the wood. She leaned forward
trapping the hands between the table and her hips, her body pressed
tight against his arms. Richard could feel the softness of her breasts
against his elbows. Diane smiled happily at Veronica as they observed
the way Wendy had quickly done their bidding.
"I think if you hold his penis and testes he won't be able to move very
far." Diane chose the words deliberately to embarrass the boy further.
Richard could not believe his ears. Never before had he felt so exposed
and vulnerable. His body was one complete blush. He rested his forehead
on his arms to hide his face. Veronica felt the nervous trembling under
her fingers as she coolly stroked her hands over his buttocks. Her hand
sliding down between the parted cheeks, her fingers lingered over the
tightly spread sphincter before descending between his legs. She scooped
the boy's testicles into her hand and squeezed them gently. Slipping a
soft hand underneath his hips she delicately took hold of the flaccid
penis. Wendy heard the boy gasp as he lay helpless before her. His arms
twitched beneath her soft breasts. She guessed what Veronica was doing
underneath the boy. Veronica gently slipped the foreskin back over the
rim of the glans. Her delicate touch causing him to try and draw back.
"Stay exactly where you are." Veronica snapped and squeezed the balls
resting in her hand. Slowly she pulled the foreskin back her fingernails
gently scratching the rim of the young boy's penis.
Richard gasped as the girl's fingers gently coaxed his penis into a
gentle swelling. Her fingernails traced a delicate pattern over his
scrotum causing the skin to pucker as if cold. Slowly and deliberately
her fingers continued, ignoring the boy's gasps. Skillfully manipulating
the penis she slid the foreskin up and down the shaft. Veronica felt the
penis gradually stiffen she could feel the blood pounding beneath her
touch. The boy moaned as she deftly pulled the foreskin back down the
shaft stretching the skin tight before she started an upward stroke to
bring the foreskin right over the tip of the glans. She squeezed the end
before pushing the soft skin back down the shaft. The boy's hips began
to move reluctantly as her insistent fingers stroked over his manhood.
"Please ..Miss.. don't Miss ...I feel funny Miss." Richard gasped for
breath, his nerves taut with sexual excitement. Veronica felt the penis
harden fully, she had never thought a boys penis could become so hard.
She felt the penis suddenly start to throb as if it had a life of it's
own. Quickly she released some of the pressure.
"There that's given me something to get hold of." she said as she gently
let go of the boy. Veronica sat down her hips next to the boy's knee and
looked at her friend standing to the other side of his naked body. She
reached under the boy with both hands, twisting her body round to push
her left arm under his hips. She cupped his testicles encircling the
neck of the scrotum with her forefinger and thumb and held his testes
like a bag of sweets. With her right hand she grasped the boy's penis
pushing the foreskin back so that her palm brushed against the rim
ensuring the penis stayed erect.
Diane looked down at the helpless boy, his body quivering in front of
her. His buttocks thrusting upward from his steeply arched back. The
cheeks of his bottom widely splayed, an open invitation to her cane.
"Prepare yourself Richard my boy," Diane spoke firmly as she raised the
cane above her head. Veronica watched as Diane raised her arm. Taking
her cue she tightened her grip on the boy's penis, pushing the foreskin
back so that the heel of her hand was able to rub against the sensitive
rim. Richard gasped his body taut, he felt her fingers squeeze firmly on
his testicles as he heard the swish of the cane.
"Aaarrrhh....aaaarrrrhhhh." His body bucked as the cane thwacked across
his raised buttocks. "Aaaarrrhhh." He screamed as the fire in his bottom
spread through his body. He shook wildly, his body quivering as wave of
pain increased in intensity. Wendy pressed her breasts firmly over the
boy's arms her hands pushing his shoulders back down on to the table.
"There now." The young maid whispered to Richard, her soft lips pressed
close to his ear. She moved her young firm breasts over the boy's arms
trying to give him comfort.
Veronica pushed the foreskin of Richard's penis firmly down the shaft,
stretching the skin tightly she rubbed the heel of her hand across the
sensitive rim of the glans. Her deft fingers cleverly coaxing his member
back to a full erection.
Once more she tightened her grip as the cane fell smartly across
Richard's bottom cheeks. "Aaaarrrrhhhh....aaarrrhhh..rrrhhhh," he
screamed. His body writhing in agony as a new wave of pain coursed
Diane looked down at the quivering buttocks. The livid red marks clearly
delineating the path of the cane. She squeezed her legs together and
shuddered in pure sexual excitement. If there is any moment in my life,
she thought, that I am to know my true self, then this must be it.
Diane tried to steady her voice as she spoke sternly to the boy. "Keep
still Richard or it will be worse for you." She raised the cane once
more and looked across at veronica. "Three." Diane said quietly.
Veronica pinched the boy's penis which had become flaccid. Holding the
foreskin over the head of the penis, she squeezed in quick scissors like
movements. She could feel the glans move beneath the skin and the organ
begin to stiffen. Gently she encircled the glans once more, pushing her
slim fingers over the rim, she pushed the foreskin back as far as it
would go. Richard gasped as her hands manipulated him so intimately.
Veronica increased the tempo of her fingers over his penis until she was
satisfied that it was perfectly erect. She took a firm hold of his
testicles and once more rubbed the palm of her hand over the exposed tip
of the penis. She nodded to Diane again signaling the boy's readiness.
"Thwack..."Thwack..."Thwack.. The cane fell in three quick successive
strokes. The response from the naked boy was immediate.
'Aaaaarrrrhhhh...aaarrr.aaaarrrhhhh." Richard screamed. The woods seemed
to echo and amplify his distraught cries. His body bucked and became
rigid. His mouth was wide open and yet he felt unable to draw breath.
His legs kicked alternately backward from the bench. He had never
experienced such pain. How could he stand it. Surely no-one could bear
this pain. "Pleeeeease....p...leeeease..no..more..I... can't
..stand..it." He sobbed and pleaded as his body shook.
Diane pressed her hand between her thighs. Feeling the swollen lips of
her vagina though the material of her dress. She watched the boy's
buttocks jerk and quiver with pain. She felt herself climax, her body
trembled violently for a second and yet she managed to control herself.
"Put those legs well apart" Diane spoke firmly her face flushed with
excitement. 'If you disobey me I shall be forced to add more strokes to
"Pleease...Miss ...no more I can't stand...any more. Richard pleaded,
placing his shaking legs further apart. Diane bent forward and tapped
the cane from side to side between Richard's thighs causing the boy to
open his legs wider. Veronica was working diligently on the boy's penis,
her fingers moving rapidly up and down the shaft. Her left hand toying
with his testicles, bouncing them on the tips of her fingers.
Slowly under her guidance, Richard's agitation subsided and his penis
began to stir. Her fingers, coaxing and manipulating without respite
until the boy's organ was fully extended once more.
Veronica nodded toward Diane. She watched intently as Diane raised her
cane before bringing it down hard on to the boy's quaking buttocks.
"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrhhhhhh...aaarrrhhhhhpphhhh." Richard's body shook and
quaked, it seemed every fiber was locked in a muscular spasm.
"Aaaaaaarrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." He screamed, his eyes rolled as the pain
racked his body. He sobbed and sobbed, his hips twisting from side to
side trying to ease the awful searing pain.
"There it's all over now." Wendy whispered in his ear, her voice
soothing and gentle." Richard was too preoccupied with his pain to feel
the single tear fall on his back.
"There that wasn't so bad was it?" Diane said kindly as she placed the
cane down on the grass. "I want you to stay in that position for a few
moments, Do you hear me Richard ?"
"No more Miss ....please Miss, no more," the boy sobbed.
"There will be no more as long as you do what you are told, is that
"Yes Miss. I won't move Miss." Richard's voice trembled as he spoke, his
"We are going to let go of you now, but you are to stay where you are
and you are to touch your bottom is that clear." Diane spoke kindly but
"Yes Miss...yes Miss." Richard mumbled through the pain.
Veronica was delicately playing with the boy's penis, stimulating the
thick shaft with deft touches and caresses, slowly causing it to erect
once more under her skilful touch.
Wendy looked toward her Mistress and pushed her body up off the boy.
"Shall I leave him now Miss ?" She asked Diane.
"Yes you can leave him now." She smiled at the maid. "You've been a good
girl a very good girl, come over to me."
The maid walked toward her young Mistress.
"I am very pleased with you Wendy." Diane said as she put her arms over
the girls slim shoulders. "I might want you to do something soon, which
you may not like, I am hoping that you will not let me down." Diane bent
her head and kissed the girl on the cheek.
Wendy looked up lovingly at her Mistress.
"Are you going to beat me again Miss?.
Diane looked down at her innocent face, "No Wendy I wont beat you unless
you are disobedient."
"Thank you Miss, I couldn't bear what that boy has just had."
Diane placed her hand over the girl's breast feeling the hard nipple
through her blouse.
"We are very fond of you Wendy, I want you to remember that the next
time you are punished." Diane fondled the girl's breast through her
shirt as she spoke gently to her.
Veronica left the boy with his penis fully erected. She walked over to
Diane and the maid. "Shall we sit down and have some more coffee and let
Richard reflect on his hurts." She said to the girls as she sat down
beside the hampers.
Gradually Richard felt the pain begin to ease as he knelt over the oak
table. His loins were on fire, but the acute desire to rub his bottom
His embarrassment was total. He had been made to sob and beg in front of
the girls. His penis was still erect and he felt terribly exposed. His
legs splayed wide apart displaying himself rudely.
It was fifteen minutes before Diane and Veronica got up and went over to
the boy. Richard had stopped sobbing but the tears still fell down his
cheeks. "Up you get." Said Veronica laying her hand gently over the six
bright weals' that decorated the boy's bottom. "Let's have a look at
Richard got up awkwardly from the table. His knees felt stiff as he
lifted them from the bench and straightened them. He stood facing the
table, the two girls standing behind him. "Turn round and let's have a
look at you." Veronica told the boy." Richard turned to face the girl
his head hung down. His hands were trying to cover his penis which was
"Head up, hands by your sides."
Richard took his hands away and looked up his face flushed. His tear
stained cheeks blushed bright red.
Veronica took the boy's penis in her hand and squeezed. To Richard's
amazement she pulled his penis forward and held him by it as she led him
back to picnic blankets.
Wendy watched his face as Veronica held him by his penis. Richard was
blushing profusely. He squeezed his eyes shut as he saw her look at
Veronica's hand holding his erect penis.
'Kneel down on the blanket Richard, I want to see to your bottom' Diane
gestured as she sat down. Richard kneeled forward resting on his hands,
his arms straight.
"That's fine. Just stay like that."
"Do you want this Miss ?" Wendy held out the bottle of lotion that had
been used on her own bottom.
"Thank you Wendy," Diane smiled warmly at the girl. She took hold of the
bottle and spilled lotion on to her hand. "Hold this for me." She handed
the bottle to Veronica who poured some on to her own-cupped hand.
Diane moved around behind Richard proceeded to gently apply the lotion
to his naked bottom. Veronica smiled knowingly at Diane and slid her
hand underneath Richard's tummy reaching for his penis once more.
Richard trembled as he felt their light fingers rubbing the lotion into
Veronica gently rubbed the lotion into his penis feeling it throb as she
Diane parted Richard's legs and applied lotion along the crease of his
buttocks. Making the boy squirm. His penis felt as if it were bursting
as their busy fingers intoxicated his senses.
"Right, young man, lay down on your side and turn over on your back."
Richard just managed to understand. His mind was awash with sensation.
"Hurry up." The girls took their hands from his penis and buttocks.
Richard slid his knees to the ground laying face down. Veronica put her
hand under his hip and turned him over gently. He closed his eyes, not
daring to look at the girls. He knew his penis was sticking straight up
in the air. His humiliation was total.
"Open your legs as wide as you can Richard, there's a good boy." Diane
voice was soothing but insistent. Richard parted his legs as wide as he
could. 'Bend your knee's, that's it she said gently as she took hold of
one knee and bent it up and out. Richard had never felt so humiliated.
His body trembled and his lips quivered in distress. Diane stood up
looking down on the naked boy, his body spread before her.
"Come here Wendy' Said Diane looking to her maid. She came and stood by
her. "Just take off your skirt there's a good girl."
Wendy looked at Diane anxiously. "I haven't got my panties on Miss." she
"That's all right, just take it off." She undid the buttons and let the
skirt fall over her slim legs. She picked it up and laid it to the side
of the boy, looking down at his penis as she did so. The maid stood up
in front of Diane she was naked from the waist down. She tried her best
to hide her embarrassment, but could not help keeping her pretty legs
pressed together. "Right just step over here, that's it one leg either
side, now kneel down." Diane instructed Wendy to sit astride the boy's
waist with her pretty bottom facing his head, she observed the position
of both Richard and her Maid. She was satisfied to see Wendy sitting
over the boy looking innocently at Richard's erect penis, standing
stiffly only inches from her face.
"Now Wendy, I just want you to hold his legs under your arms, you can do
that can't you?"
"Yes Miss." the maid replied. Diane took hold of one of the boy's legs
making him bend the knee further as she pushed it up over his hips.
Veronica took charge of the other leg doing the same and placing the
maid's arm over the back of the boy's knee. Richard felt so embarrassed
as he lay there, his legs bent back over his body his sore bottom lifted
up off the ground.
"You don't need to kneel up, sit your bottom down a bit." She said to
the maid. Wendy let her buttocks move down on to the boy's chest,
feeling his warm body under the cheeks of her bottom. Veronica moved to
kneel by the his shoulder. She looked down into his eyes. His cheeks
were suffused in a bright red blush. He had shut his eyes tightly, his
lips were trembling and his chin quivered as she stroked soft fingers
over his hot cheeks.
"Open your eyes." Veronica said gently.
Richard obeyed, slowly opening his eyes to look up into Veronica's
beautiful face. Her hair was shining in the sunlight. She parted her
sensuous lips and lowering her head kissed him on the cheek. Richard
could not help but watch as Veronica sat up and began to slowly unbutton
her shirt, pulling it from her waistband and dropping it down over her
shoulders and arms. Her naked breasts stood out firmly as the she gazed
down on him. Veronica took her arms out of the sleeves and leaned over
the boy's face. Her nipples brushed across his cheeks as she moved her
body over him.
Diane knelt between Richard's legs and gently cupped her hand underneath
his testicles. Her fingernails gently traced a pattern along the soft
underside of the scrotum causing the skin to contract.
Wendy watched in fascination as Diane took his penis in her other hand
and gently slid her fingers up around the shaft, bending forward she
blew on to the tip of the boy's penis.
Slowly but steadily her hand passed up and down over the glans pulling
the foreskin tight as she reached the base of the swollen organ.
Richard's eyes were misty, his body stiffened as Diane cleverly
stimulated his body to a fever of excitement.
"There there Richard." Veronica whispered, bringing her lips over the
boy's face. "It will all be over soon, you have had a traumatic day just
relax there's a good boy."
She gently stroked the boy's face. His breathing had become heavier and
more labored, his body was trembling all over as Diane increased the
pressure of her fingers upon his penis. Diane noticed his hips had begun
to move in small gyrations. She gently squeezed his testicles and pulled
them forward. His buttocks moved from side to side as she brought him
toward a climax.
She mover her hand from his testicles and placed it over the end of his
penis. She flattened the palm and rubbed it in a circular motion over
the lips of the opening. The boy immediately tried to draw away from the
intense sensation. But Diane held his penis firmly her hand keeping a
steady motion up and down the shaft. Veronica watched his face, his
mouth opened wide as he gasped for air. His breath producing a rasping
sound against the larynx as the girl's brought him inexorably to the
very edge of his impending climax.
"Oooooohh....ooh.ohh..ooohh." Richard moaned.
"Aaah.....hh...hh. He threw his head back. There was a pounding in his
ears and his vision became blurred. Wendy felt the boy buck like a young
colt beneath her buttocks. She pressed down on to his body and felt the
soft lips of her vagina slide over his smooth skin.
"You poor boy, you are tense aren't you, just hang on, you will come
very soon." Veronica whispered as she pressed her breasts over his chest
and shoulder. Her face close to the boy's trembling lips.
"Ooooooo....oo...ooohhhh.." Richard's head moved from side to side as
once more ran the palm of her hand over the sensitive opening of his
penis. She deliberately stretched the foreskin as tight it would go. Her
fingers squeezing hard around the shaft. Richard was beside himself
every nerve in his body stretched to breaking point.
Without warning, Diane slipped the palm of her left hand between his
legs her fingertips pressed hard against the anus, feeling for the first
spasms of his climax.
"Ooooohhh...aaaarrhhhhhhh." Richard's moans grew louder. His head jerked
from side to side, his mouth slack. Veronica held the boys face between
her hands as she saw his eyes lose focus.
"Pleeeeaaase..Miss...pleeee...oooohhhh...aaaarrrhh." Richard lost
control. His limbs twitched as if he were having a fit. His eyes staring
Diane felt the climax approach and deftly pushed her forefinger up into
the boy's anus rapidly moving her finger in and out of the soft tissue
of the sphincter. She watched as the first jets of semen erupted from
the tip of the penis. Immediately she pushed her finger hard up into his
anus. She felt him buck as she curled the finger hard up against the
prostate gland. "There my boy." she cooed. "Let's Have a nice big come
"Oooooo...oooo...oooohhhhh...aaaaaarrrrhhhhh ..." Richard moaned louder
and louder his imprisoned hips trying to escape. His thighs quivering as
his nerves sent shocks through to his legs. 'Ooooooohhh..Miss..Mi...ss.
Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through his body. 'There you are,
you're coming now." whispered Veronica as she moved her lips over his.
"Pleeeeaase........Missssss.." Richard gasped as spurt after spurt of
semen shot from his penis.
Suddenly Veronica closed her lips over his, deliberately robbing him of
air. She pushed her tongue deep into the back of his throat and held him
for a moment. Slowly she withdrew her mouth, feeling his chest heave as
he drew in lung full's of air. Diane continued drawing her fingers
firmly up and down the boy's penis. Her other hand pushing deep between
the parted buttocks..
Wendy felt the boy's stomach heave as she rubbed herself over him.
Fascinated the maid watched as yet another stream of semen shot from the
tip o his penis and high into the air.
The boy's climax seemed to last forever as Diane cleverly coaxed every
drop of juice from him. Richard's body trembled from head to foot. His
fingers were stretched rigid, the orgasm had seemed to reach every part
of his young body. His lungs felt as if they were about to explode as he
gasped for air. "Arrrhh.arrrhh ...". He moaned, all his strength gone,
his body drained.
Veronica looked down at him, her breasts gently pressing against him,
her face close to his. "There my precious boy, it's all over now." She
whispered softly, her breath sweet on his lips.
"Oh...Miss...Misssss' Richard breathed a deep gulp of air as the last
spasm's of pleasure rippled through his young body. Diane gripped the
base of his penis, squeezing hard. She gently slipped her finger out of
his bottom and cupped his testicles, Squeezing gently as her other hand
firmly slid up his penis bringing the last drop of semen to the tip.
Richard looked up at Veronica as if he had returned from a dream. "Oh
Miss...Miss." He stammered.
Veronica bent her body over his face and cupped her right breast, gently
placing it against his open mouth. "There my baby.. there." She said
soothingly as the boy's trembling lips closed over the nipple.
Wendy looked in wonder at her Mistress watching every movement as Diane
gently wiped a small globule of semen from the tip of Richard's penis.
She reached for Wendy's hand, motioning her to let down Richard's legs.
Satisfied, she took the maid's hand and placed it on the boy's penis.
Wendy closed her small hand around it and squeezed. Diane took the
girl's other hand and placed it between the boy's legs so that she could
feel his testicles. Wendy leaned forward and cupped the testicles,
gently moving the balls to and fro between her slim fingers.
Richard awoke and looked up at the sky, his skin warm from the sun. The
girls had left him lying quietly to recompose himself, the blonde girl
ordering him to stay where he was and to rest. Richard had been near to
fainting as Diane had cleverly prolonged his climax.
He had slept for over two hours, his body exhausted from a surfeit of
pain and pleasure coupled with the lack of sleep he had suffered during
the night. He could not hear the girls and wondered whether they had
left him to go home. He felt the blanket still underneath him and looked
around to see one of the hampers was still by his side, but the Range
Rover had gone. He turned his head toward the picnic table to see the
maid watching him intently. On the table was a Thermos and four plastic
cups. Richard raised himself on one elbow and suddenly realized he was
naked. He quickly covered his groin with his hand. The maid stood and
gazed down on him, her almond eye's, examining every detail of his body.
'Mistress Diane said that I should give you some coffee when you wake."
She said sweetly. Richard looked down at himself to make sure his hand
was covering his genitals. 'I'll get dressed." he said as he got to his
feet awkwardly, keeping his hand over his groin.
"Mistress Diane said you are not allowed to dress," the girl said
timidly looking down. "..and...and.. you are not to cover yourself..
with your hand." The maid's voice trailed off into a whisper as she hung
Richard could not believe his ears. So it wasn't over. His insides
churned as he remembered the position he was in, he blushed, his face
turning red in an instance. He didn't think he could bear more
"But..but.." Richard stuttered. The girl turned away from Richard
swinging her legs over the bench to face the table. Her slim thighs
exposed for a second as she pulled her skirt to her knees. She opened
the Thermos and poured two cups of coffee. 'Do you take sugar." She
asked Richard who was still standing covering himself. The maid had not
looked round at him as she spoke.
"..er, yes please Miss...er two spoons." Richard replied.
"You can sit down." Wendy spoke softly, then remembering his bottom.
"There is a blanket on the bench at that side she pointed to the bench
at the other side of the table."
"Thank you Miss." Richard replied his hands still placed over his penis.
The maid looked up as walked round the long oak table.
"Richard ?" Wendy spoke with warning in her voice. Richard stood still.
"Mistress said it would be three strokes if I had to ask you to do
Richard stood at the end of the table as the girl looked up at him. She
Richard blushing looked down at his hands, slowly uncovering himself.
"I'm sorry Miss." Richard hung his head. His penis moved slightly as his
arms fell to his sides
Wendy looked at the boy and felt sorry for him but she dare not disobey
"You can sit down." She said simply.
The maid watched as the naked boy walked around the table. The livid red
stripes on his bottom standing out from the pale skin. She noticed him
wince as he sat down delicately.
They drank coffee as Richard asked about the girls. Who they were and
what they did. The girl told him as best she could details about the
family and all the land they owned. She seemed uneasy as if she had
something on her mind, something she had not told him.
They sat for ten minutes before the girl looked up to Richard, and
blushed prettily as she spoke.
"Mistress Diane has told me to put some more......" The girl hesitated.
"... lotion on your bottom...and...and to make your...your..," She
blushed bright red, ".....to make your...penis hard. 'She blurted. Her
eyes looked down at her dainty fingers as she twisted them together
nervously. Richard stared with amazement. He blushed bright red, gasping
in shock at the words. His head felt dizzy.
"I...have ...to do it." The girl said as she looked at Richard.
The boy hung his head but said nothing.
They both sat in silence for a few minutes. The maid began to look
nervous and blushed.
"They will be back soon." The girl broke the silence.
"I think it will be best if I do it now."
"Wh..what shall I do Miss ?" Richard stammered.
"Just bend over the end of the table, while I bring the stuff."
The maid got up from the table and stepped over to the picnic hamper.
She looked through it until she found the bottle that her Mistress had
instructed her to use.
She turned to find the boy already bending over the end of the oak
table. His young body looking lithe and graceful as he bent forward, his
arms stretched out in front of him. Wendy stood behind him and admired
His legs were pressed together and his buttocks were clenched. Wendy
opened the bottle and placed the top on the table. She carefully poured
some of the liquid into the palm of her right hand. She placed the
bottle beside the top and gently placed her hand on the small of his
"I have to do this Richard, they will cane you if I don't." she said
"Please do as I ask you, or it will be worse for both of us."
Richard raised his head, which rested on his arms.
"I'll do as you say Miss, I promise."
"Open your legs please, I have to do it exactly as she told me."
Richard opened his legs a few inches still keeping his buttocks clenched.
"You will have to open them further please hurry they will be back
soon." Wendy said anxiously.
Richard opened his legs until they were about two feet apart, but the
girl was not satisfied.
"No all the way, like you were before," she said more firmly.
Richard opened his legs as far as he could. The thought of his recent
punishment flooding through his mind as she reminded him.
Wendy gently put her cupped palm over his bottom, the liquid running
down his buttocks. She quickly followed the liquid with her hand rubbing
it gently over his pale firm bottom.
"It...stings ..a bit Miss' Richard gasped as he felt the liquid setting
fire to the weal's across his flesh.
"Relax your bottom, I can't get inside." Wendy said nervously as her
hand rubbed softly over him.
Richard unclenched his buttocks allowing the maid access to the cleft
between his cheeks. She stroked gently over the mounds of his bottom,
her fingers making their way between the crevice, the tips gently
probing at the very center, making Richard squirm.
Wendy felt less nervous as she realized how pliable the boy was. She
slowly let her hand slip lower between the buttock cheeks, her right
hand sliding from his back down between the cleft. With her left hand
she slid her fingers boldly between his legs and cupped his testicles.
"Oooh,ooh. Richard gasped as the girl held him between her delicate
fingers. Deliberately she stoked over the boy's scrotum and slipped her
well lubricated fingers tenderly around his penis, pulling it back so
she could see it as she stooped lower. She pushed the foreskin up the
shaft and then pulled back down, squeezing as she drew her fingers down
in a milking motion. She felt the penis begin to stiffen as she
skillfully slid the foreskin down over the head and then up again,
stretching the soft skin tight... as Diane had instructed.
"Ooooh...Miss. Richard moaned softly, as the girl gently played with his
penis, her small hands moving with delicacy and precision.
"I'm sorry Richard but I have to do this." She said, as she squeezed and
pulled once more.
Richard's body began to quiver under the effect of the girls fingers.
Gently she let go of him and placed her arms round his shoulders pulling
him up. Richard stood up straight at the girls prompting.
She turned him, directing him round the table to the bench, her hands
sliding to his waist as she pushed him forward.
"Just stand there and open your legs wide." Wendy said as stood him in
front of the bench, facing the table. She stepped around the boy and sat
on the bench in front of him, sliding her knees in between his thighs.
She looked up at him and blushed as she saw the anguish in his face.
"I'm sorry but I have to." She reached forward and took hold of his
penis and pulled him closer to her. With her other hand she gently
stroked the inside of his thigh upward from the knee until she reached
the juncture of his thighs. She cupped the soft scrotum in her hand, and
squeezed the testes gently. Her young fingers deftly pushed the foreskin
back and forth, the young maid imitating the expert ministrations her
Mistress had demonstrated. Richard's body began to tremble as she slid
her delicate fingers up and down his shaft in a continuous rhythm.
"Plee..ease Miss' Richard moaned as Wendy increased the tempo of her
fingers upon his organ.
"I feel funny...Miss...oohh..ooohh Miss." Wendy quickened the pace of
her fingers as the boy's thighs trembled and shuddered in front of her.
Suddenly he seemed to go week at the knees. "Plee..eease Misss..sss,
I..th..ink.I'mm.. ' Richard stammered as a wave of sexual sensation
pervaded his whole body. So intense that his whole body jolted like a
young colt. Wendy deliberately increased the pace of her hand.
She pulled the foreskin right down to the bottom of the shaft before
bringing it up over the glans. With her other hand she quickly felt
between the boy's buttocks, locating the anus with her index finger.
"I'm sorry Richard, but I have to put my finger into your bottom, I'll
try not to hurt you." Wendy said breathlessly as she felt for the center
of the sphincter.
"Please Miss, I feel.. oh.. Miss ..." Richard pleaded.
"Just try and relax your bottom." She pushed against the tightly shut
sphincter, probing quite firmly. Feeling the entrance she deftly pushed
her slender finger up into his anus. She felt his buttocks contract
savagely as she firmly pushed her finger up as far as it would go.
"Oops, there we are, now just try and relax." The boy was jerking his
body uncontrollably as she impaled him. His knees sagged and shook and
his face grimaced.
"Pleee...eeease.......Misssssss." Richard moaned as he felt his climax
"I'm sorry." Wendy said softly, 'But I have to make you come." She
pushed his foreskin down tightly probing deeply with her finger, as his
hips moved backward she found she was able to quickly push a second
finger up into his bottom.
"There I think you're going to come now, just a few more little strokes.
Wendy tightened her fingers over the shaft, his scrotum swinging
backwards and forwards between his widely parted legs.
"Oooooo...ooohhh..Miss..ss..sss." Richard's legs shook as he climaxed
...his knees quivered and shook and his bottom trembled as the young
maid coaxed him to a climax. She watched the boy ejaculate'
"Come on Richard ..Let it all come out...that's it.. every drop.' Wendy
spoke softly to him as she quickened her strokes. His semen shooting
from the tip and spilling to the ground. She squeezed the shaft at the
base, pressing her middle finger to the underside, urging the last drops
of juice to the tip. She increased the pressure of her fingers in the
boy's bottom curling them upward. She watched as he through his head
back in uncontrolled emotion. She carefully slid her fingers from his
bottom and took hold of his scrotum. Richard was sobbing with emotion,
his eyes tightly shut and his breath coming in quick gasps. His whole
body was shaking rapidly as if in fever.
"Oooooo..ooo..oh.ah' He moaned, as she cupped his testes in her soft
hand and squeezed them firmly.
"Nearly finished ...there...that's all of it." Her pretty face was
flushed as she looked up at Richard through her long eyelashes.
"It's all over now Richard, just relax." She whispered the words to him,
looking into his face. "Open your eyes, it's all over now."
Richard opened his eyes and looked into hers. She stood up still holding
his penis, her left hand cupping his testes.
"You're all right now just relax." She leaned forward and placed a
tender kiss upon his trembling lips. Gently she released his captive
penis and testicles. She placed her hands on either side of his hips and
turned him round so that his back was towards her. She guided him to the
picnic blankets, her hands softly stroking his waist.
"Lay down here on your back, I just have to clean you up." She spoke
soothingly to him as one would a child. Richard felt numb his mind in
turmoil as he obeyed her instructions. She watched the boy as he
carefully lowered himself to the ground. He grimaced once as his bottom
touched the blanket. "Lay back with your head on the blanket and open
your legs." Richard obeyed, feeling foolish once more as he felt the
girl's hand on his knee, pulling his legs further apart.
Wendy had learned a lot today, not only concerning the physical aspects
of the day's events... but about herself. She looked down at Richard,
delighted at his obedience to her. His timid expression and blushing
cheeks denoting her dominance in their relationship. At first she had
been shocked when Diane had informed her of what she must do. The
feeling of shock was quickly followed by one of anxiety. Would she be
able to handle the boy? What if he was to decide to leave; she would not
have the strength to stop him. She smiled down at him, observing the
look of pure supplication as she knelt and tenderly stroked the burning
cheek of his face. "Just lay there and relax a little, you've had a busy
day." She delicately traced her pretty fingers down over his chest and
down on to his tummy. "I have done it! and done it well." She thought,
feeling a sense of pride and perhaps determination. Wendy turned her
body round and took some soft moist tissues from the hamper. She gently
took his penis in her hand and wiped the tip. Very gently she pulled the
foreskin down exposing the rim and wiped behind it. Richard's hips
jerked as the tissue grazed the rim.
"There it's all finished." she said as she laid his penis over his
tummy. "Do you feel better now?" she asked gently as she sat back on her
"Oh miss I feel so ashamed." Richard mumbled. "I don't know what...to..":
"Don't cry." She said as the boy's emotions took hold of him. She laid
her hand gently on his chest.
"I had to do that to you, I had no choice." She said gently.
"I know...Miss ..I'm...sorry ..Miss." Richard stammered as Wendy looked
down into his face.
"Miss Diane instructed me that If they were not back...er.. after I
..er." She did not finish the sentence. 'I was to let you get dressed
and go home, she also said that you may come and swim everyday of the
holiday's. She said that you wont be disturbed and that you were to
Richard had stopped crying and looked up at Wendy's pretty face.
"I think it would be better if you went before they returned." Richard
looked at the girl thankfully.
"May I get dressed now Miss?" He sat up hoping she would not look down
at his nakedness.
"Yes, that is what Miss Diane said." Wendy looked into the boy's face.
"She is not cruel really, she is very loving, but you have to obey the
rules otherwise she will punish you. Did she hurt you very much?"
"Yes Miss." The boy answered. 'It hurt a lot."
"She said that was how it should be." Wendy looked straight into the
boy's tear stained eyes.
Richard stood, turning his back as he bent toward his clothes.
"I am truly sorry I trespassed Miss.. will you tell her?" Richard asked
as he put on his clothes.
"Yes Richard of course' The maid said softly. "You had better go before
"Bye Miss." He said as he started walking quickly away, his sore bottom
smarting as he walked toward the wood.
Wendy stood watching him. Her hand pressed between her thighs. Suddenly
she sank to her knees as she felt a wave of passion course through her
young body. "Oh my god" She thought as she quickly slipped her hand
beneath her skirt and rubbed the palm over her pubis. Wave after wave of
indescribable sexual sensation rippled through her slender frame. Her
shoulder shook as she bent her head forward, her fingers busily brushing
back and forth over her clitoris. The orgasm had taken her completely by
surprise. Her penned up sexual passions suddenly explode within her. She
lay back on the blankets her hand still stroking her fingers over the
lips of her vagina. Gradually her senses returned. She lay back looking
up at the tiny white clouds moving slowly over the bright blue of the
"Well I think that's everything." Lady Rawlings looked up at the two
girls as they sat in front of her ornate desk.
They were sat in the study, the two girls were looking pleased as she
replaced the receiver of the telephone smiling.
"I am sure we have done the right thing, I feel better that he's going
to come to us. I know you will have your play toy, but at the same time
we will be ensuring he has a better future."
"Is fostering better than adoption?" Veronica asked Lady Rawlings, as
she leaned forward putting her elbows on to the desk.
"Initially yes, it means if the medical center pass him fit on Monday,
he will be brought straight to us. I have arranged with Jane at the
school to supply us with a governess for the boy. She will arrive the
day after you go back from the holiday. Lady Rawlings closed the file
she had in front of her and continued. 'Don't you think it was rather
clever asking if the orphanage had an older boy that she could recommend.
Diane laughed, "It would be a bit unfortunate if she had recommended
"Well I was taking your word that he was obedient and polite. However it
was nice that she put forward your Richard Chambers as being of
excellent character. She said that although he was nearly fifteen, she
was sure he would be a credit to us. Don't forget we have already
arranged for the Vietnamese girl to start work on Monday, if she is as
pretty as her photographs I think you will like her."
"I can't wait." Said Diane.
"You never could." Lady Rawlings laughed watching her lovely daughter
giggle to her friend. "I don't know what you two get up to at school,
but I can guess it's not all good."
"We don't get up to much at school, that's why the holidays are so
good." Veronica was still smirking at Diane as she spoke.
"You are so good to us, I really mean it and I am sure that we are doing
the best for the boy." Diane looked lovingly at her mother. 'I am sure
there is not another boy anywhere that has his looks or grace, it seems
a shame that he should spend his life in an orphanage."
"Well I am sure he will fit in nicely here, Now hadn't you two better go
and fetch our maid." Lady Rawlings stood and walked around the desk.
The girl smiled up at her mother and thought of what the maid might be
doing at this very moment. She should have finished by now, I gave her
detailed instructions." Diane smiled at the recollection.
"There is nothing like giving someone a taste of power over their fellow
humans." Lady Rawlings smiled. 'It worked wonders for Hitler in his
Both girls laughed at her, watching her slim body turn and open the door
of the study.
"Well my daughter will be up to take you in five minutes, so I'll say
Goodbye. We shall miss you Richard." The matron who had been speaking
stood up and shook Richard by the hand.
It had been earlier in the week that Richard had been called to Matron's
office and was told that he was to be fostered,
"Not just by anyone, but by Lady Rawlings herself." She had told him
Richard had not know what to think, he had not been unhappy at the
orphanage but was bright enough to realize that his prospects were not
good. Most boys joined the services, several had joined a year ago
leaving Richard as the eldest boy. What clouded his mind was the
experience up at the lake. His body had not recovered from the beating,
or his mind from the embarrassment and humiliation. He had been excited
with sexual sensations that he had never thought possible. His penis
stirred beneath the baggy flannel trousers as he thought of the girls
and what they had done to him.
Would history repeat itself, he was fairly sure that it would. He did
not think he could stand another caning, his bottom was still extremely
sore. However he had no choice to make, Matron had not asked him whether
he would like to be fostered, she had simply told him.
Richard awoke from his reverie to find Matron beaming down on him, her
broad features wreathed in smiles. "Off you go young man, your car
awaits." She laughed as she pushed Richard through the door.
Matron's daughter was standing in the doorway. "I don't suppose he will
be taking a suitcase?" she said to her mother as she turned and set off
down the corridor. Richard liked Janet, she had been good to him, giving
him occasional sweets and cake from the kitchen. She had turned
seventeen years of age a few months ago, and had started to take driving
lessons. She had passed her driving test last week and had not been out
of the car since. Taking Richard to the Medical Center had been yet
another excuse to use her mother's car.