https://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Lee_Davey/The%20Coopers/ By Lee Davey Episode 1. The Background. The year is 2010 the decline in the moral standards of the entire world continues at full pace. The politicians continue their affairs, business leaders take their kick backs, and so it goes on down the ladder of society. At the base gangs of half feral children roan the streets, stealing, burning, robbing with impunity the law neutered by generations of liberalism powerless to save them from their own follies. Into this morass of filth and hopeless despair comes one ill favoured by his peers, derided by the press, unknown by the people. This man has a plan, this man will take back his country, he will forge a future for all our children.... House of Commons: "There is a corruption in the human soul, grown malignant over the past decades until know its foul and putrid essence has weakened. Once upon a time the strength of this country was founded upon the strong sinews and stronger morals of our youths. We had a future so bright, so clear, that the very son itself dimmed in comparison. Now however I look upon the dark dank remains of our once glittering future with the sorrow - but NO... this shall not be. There are still embers, that with the breath of us who still see the light, who can see hope, will once again bring forth the glowing potential of our youth". - Home Secretary Tom McKillion, July 5th 2010. 10 Downing St, General election acceptance speech: "Now what is to be done to bring these children up to the standards we need. So that they may stand tall and straight with the virtues society - nay - civilisation demands that we instil in them. Any child raised must be honest, modest, obedient, chaste, respectful and beholden to the will of there elders. They shall be raised to be all that is demanded of them. To long have we considered children as reasoning young adults, this is wrong, they are vessels of clay to be moulded by discipline and fired in the kiln of punishment. I will bring forward legislation to redress the balance in this world. Parents will not only have the right but the duty to discipline their children, to develop them morally, spiritually, and sexually - to ensure our countries continued success." - Prime Minister T.McKillion Feb 19th 2012. BBC News Report - March 29th 2012: Today the Prime Minister has laid out plans for several new ministries and quangos in order to push forward his plans for the saving of our children. These institutions will include: The Institute for Development of Effective Parenting Techniques. This institute shall research and develop techniques for effective parenting. They will also provide such training materials as is necessary to enable Designated Colleges to train Guardians in these techniques. Wards may be drafted to the Institute to enable practical and empirical research to be undertaken. Neither Wards not Guardians may resist such invitations. Techniques to be researched include the optimum methods of preventing undue modesty in children by the use of display positions; the must effective use of the cane and developmental exercises. Designate College for Training Parents. These colleges shall be set up in all local communities. They shall provide training to all prospective parents in approved parenting techniques. They will also be responsible for issuing breeding licenses and permitting the withdrawal of compulsory chemical sterilisation treatment for those parents who successfully complete the training, and wish to raise children. These colleges may draft Wards who are subject to judicial punishment orders in order to facilitate the effective training of prospective parents and/or Guardians. Supreme Court for Juvenile Justice and Development. This shall be the highest court in the land and shall have all rights regarding the control and direction of dependent persons vested within it. The Court may issue any order it feels equitable. There is no appeal. As a court of equity the court is not bound by rules of evidence, natural justice or precedent. Institute for Development of Standards in Public Life. Will be an institute for the setting of minimum standards in the discipline of our children. The Institute will second members of the community with experience of youth justice, Doctors, Head Teachers, Police and academics who subscribe to the principles of effective parenting. BBC News Report - January 1st 2013: Today is the first day of the introduction of the Control and Direction of dependent personages Act. An epoch move in the rights of children. The introduction of the Act was celebrated by a large demonstration in Hyde park, where hundreds or thousands of parents celebrated the new legislative order. For those interested in learning more about the new Act and its provisions the BBC is pleased to announce that Doctor Gower (PhD) of the 'Institute for Development of Effective Parenting Techniques' will be giving advice to Guardians on the new regime to a selected audience of Guardians. This event will be live tonight airing at 8.00 p.m. Excerpts from portions of The Control and Direction of Dependent Personages Act (2013). This Act shall determine the rights and responsibilities absolute of all dependent personages in this state. 1. Definition of a dependent person. A dependent person shall be an individual who is: a) under the age of 16, or b) is over the age of 16 but is not yet 19 and is not either i) Married in accordance with the new regulations or ii) Married in accordance with the previous regulations, and that the Marriage was solemnised before 01.01.13 or iii) A member of the armed forces. Where a marriage is annulled (so as having never been) then the parties shall be deemed once more dependent persons, unless those parties were party previously to a marriage desolved by decree absolute, wherein that marriage was created in accordance with proviso s.1(a)(ii). The Military means the army, navy or airforce but not any reserves, national guard, militia or any other form of national service. 2. Guardianship. The SCJJD shall determine within 1 month of birth the Guardian. In whom the rights herein mentioned shall pass. A Guardian may be taken to man a married couple (being husband and wife) whereupon such rights will pass to both members of the couple. Where disagreement upon the appropriate directions occurs between the Guardian couple, the final say shall resolve solely in the oldest Guardian. Wherein no such determination is made by the SCJJD the Guardianship of a child shall fall to their parents. 3. Rights of Determination. The Guardian shall have the right to determine the feeding, clothing, discipline, education, development, marriage, employment, behaviour, actions, and all other aspects of life at their sole and absolute discretion, save for the directions that the SCJJD and the Instituted Colleges may impart. In such circumstances the directions these institutions shall pass shall take precedence. 4. Immunity to prosecution. Where a Guardian exercises their rights under these provisions, and in doing so causes physical, emotional, or financial harm to their ward they shall be immune to prosecution, equitable or civil action. This immunity may be removed at the order of the SCJJD. Such removal may where justice directs be made retroactive. 5. Physical interaction. A Guardian shall use corporal methods of instruction as the preferred manner of child direction and development. Such use should be in accordance with the guidelines set out by the Institute for the Development of EPT. However where appropriate and as long as it accords with the principles of the Act, punishment of differing severity or amounts may be substituted. 6. Responsibilities. The Guardian is not vicariously liable for the actions of any dependent person aged 10 or above. They are vicariously liable for bands (A...C). 7. The Guardian is responsible for ensuring that the Dependent Person maintains the physiological development specified to a member of its age group. No such act by the Guardian or any individual directed by the Guardian may be guilty of assault or indecent assault, if it is done in pursuit of the aims of this act. Developmental Acts not specified or explicitly recommended or not de jure illegal, but are not covered by the express limitation on liability prescribed herein this Act. APPENDICES. Specified minimum standards for effective Parenting are as follows. These may be improved upon but never reduced unless with the written court order of the SCJJD. Physiological developmental exercises actions per day: Ages 0-4: nil Ages 5-9: 4 Ages 10-14: 6 Ages 14-18: 4 An action is a discrete episode of activity which develops or maintains the Dependent Persons physiological development. Where physiologically possible these actions should continue to ejaculation or orgasm; or in the alternative sustain development for a period of 15 minutes. Physiological developmental exercises actions include masturbation, fellatio and cunnilingus, anal and vaginal intercourse and object penetration, prostrate massage, and use of suction devices. Permissible methods of discipline: Key: H - Hand, P - Paddle, C - Cane, B - Birch Ages 0-4: H Ages 5-9: H, P Ages 10-14: H, P, C Ages 15-18: H, C, B Maximum penalties (strokes): Ages 0-4: H 10 Ages 5-9: H 100, P 50 Ages 10-14: H 250, P 50, C 50 Ages 15-18: H 1000, C 50, B 50 Notes: Age Categories: The age of a youth is strictly determined by the date of birth. No adjustment will be made for early or late onset puberty. However the SCJJD reserves the right to impose a classification on any specified youth different from there chronological age where they deem fit. a. Definition of a Baby: until 2nd birthday b. Definition of a Toddler: 2 to 4 c. Definition of a immature child: ages 5 to 9 d. Definition of a child: ages 10 to 14 e. Definition of an immature adolescent ages: 15 to 18 f. Definition of an adolescent: ages 18 to 21 g. Definition of a mature child: Over 21 but unmarried or member of the Military. Difference between a 'Modern Guardian' and a 'Parent': A Parent is defined by the new regulations as an individual who begets a child (whether male or female). A Modern Guardian is an individual that the Designate College has determined is the appropriate adult to monitor, develop and train the child. This designation takes place within 4 weeks of birth. Normally this will be the Parent, as long as that Parent has successfully completed a course of effective parenting at a designated college. However the Designate College retains the absolute right to determine who shall be the Guardian. This for example may be another relative or a stranger. In determining who shall be the Guardian the court must first have regard to the needs of society, then the needs of any/all potential Guardians, then the financial implications of any order to the State, and finally the interests of the Child. Legal rights of the Modern Guardian: The Guardian maintains the right to determine absolutely the following aspects of the wards existence. 1. Food eaten (but must be of sufficient quantity) 2. Patterns of sleep. 3. Clothes worn. 4. Discipline. 5. Behaviour. 6. Location of residence. 7. Name of child. 8. To whom if anyone child may marry. 9. Any employment opportunities. 10. Any property whether in personam or in rem. 11. Any and all matters not reserved to the SCJJD. However the following aspects of the child are predetermined on age grouping: 1. Physiological Development Exercises. 2. Physical Exercise. 3. Directed Education. 4. Any and all matters the SCJJD deems appropriate. An evening with Dr Gower - Institute for the Development of Effective Parenting Techniques. The lights come on spotlighting an attractive mid twenties woman in an immaculate dress suit. She turns and smiles as the camera focuses upon her. "Good evening ladies and gentleman I an Amelia Stafford I welcome you to today's special programme celebrating the introduction of the The Control and Direction of dependent personages Act (2013). I would like to introduce our guest presenter Dr Gower". The camera pans out highlighting a bespectacled middle aged bearded man in his mid forties, seated on a black leather seat on the stage dais. Behind him an audience of some 60 people, mostly 20 or 30 year old couples, with the occasional child dotted here and there. "Dr Gower I believe you an experienced paediatrician specialising in child physiology, and due to this you were appointed to the new Institute for Development of effective parenting techniques, as a senior board member.". "That is correct Ms Stafford, but I am also the father of 3 young boys, and a strong believer in firm discipline; and it is that combination that I believe qualified me for this post". "Yes indeed a most impressive resume Dr Gower. Today's programme is designed to answer some of the questions that have arisen following the introduction of this new parenting rights bill. We will begin by Dr Gower answering a few questions about the general rules of the new regime, followed by questions from our audience. Dr Gower I believe there are 3 main elements underpinning the new regulations?". "Yes Amelie, children have been growing more and more wild and uncontrolled ever since the growth of so called 'children's rights'. Gun crime amongst youths is at a record high, truancy, teenage pregnancy, petty crimes and vandalism all at historic highs. Prime Minister McKillion has rightly taken the lead in promising to reset the balance once more in the favour of society, over the so called rights of children. Where has common sense gone when Social Workers and the like believe that a child should not be punished when naughty. This situation can no longer be tolerated therefore it has been decided that all children will be subject to a threefold regime of personal discipline and development: 1.Strict physical discipline - Following the cessation of corporal punishment in schools and homes in the late 20th century the behaviour of children has grown ever more uncontrolled. It has become clear that children lack the intellectual skills and maturity to understand the consequences of their behaviour, the imposition of time-outs and grounding's simply lack the visceral impact to change behaviour; and imposing fines for childish crimes punishes the parents who pay the fine and not the child who commits the crime. Yes parents are responsible for the children, however children must also be held responsible for their own actions. How then can children be held responsible? By immediate and severe punishment, the cane, the birch, the mothers firm hand has for thousands of years saved children from themselves, and saved society from children. Therefore the first part of the new regime will be not just the legitimising of corporal punishment, but the imposition of moral and legal pressure on all parents, teachers and Guardians to use it developing their wards moral and social development. 2.Emotional development - The adultification and sexualistion of children in recent ages is simply destroying the innocence of youth. Children apeing the behaviour of so called pop starlets, flaunting the bodies in a manner unsuitable for children. Let me make it clear, children have no sexual identity. There is no need for a child to be ashamed or hide their bodies, a boy does not have a penis he his a little dicky, and such little appendages do not require hiding from the eyes of others, indeed they should be available for display at all times so that the boys Guardians can ensure that the child is developing into a man. The same is true for little girls, why should we waste good money on training bras, that are stuffed with tissues, allowing flat chested girls, believe they are women? Therefore this act has determined that children should now no longer have the right to consider their bodies or any parts of their bodies as theirs. Instead the child should be used to being examined and touched in order for them not to develop emotional hang-ups. 3. Sexual development - Whilst it is clear that no child is a sexual being it is true that a child must be constantly challenged and trained in order for them to developed in sexually mature adults. Therefore their Guardians will be required to ensure that a child develops a broad experience of sexual behaviour. Conversely it will be necessary for Guardians to strictly control when and where a child develops this may involve the use of chastity devices in order to restrict unauthorised self abuse. Another purpose served by this is to allow parents and medical professionals to ensure that a given child is developing, normally, and that there are no medical issues which need treating, that may have been hidden from sight by false considerations of unnecessary modesty." As the Dr finishes his last words a subdued murmur runs through the selected audience. The presenter smiles towards the camera "Er... Indeed... a most interesting exposition of the new laws, thank you Dr Gower. I would like now to ask a number of questions which have been sent in by the general public." "Dr Gower a number of parents believe that it may be inappropriate for them to have anything to do with their wards sexual development, seeing how previously this was considered sexual abuse. How do you answer this concern?" "When considering this point one must remember that a child is not a sexual entity. A mans penis is a sexual organ whilst a boys dicky is not. A woman's breasts are sexual organs whereas a girls breasts are not. Therefore touching, fondling, massaging or exercising your sons penis is not in and of itself a sexual act - It is no more sexual than wiping their nose or combing their hair. Too often adults assume that children view the world through the jaded eyes of the adult. The rubbing of your young sons dick to ensure penis muscle tone and development should be viewed no differently than checking that a child has cleaned behind their ears. "It is every parent or Guardian's duty to be as familiar with their child's body, as they are with their own, and the only way this can be done is for them to constantly examine the child's body. through this an attentive parent may discover for instance, that a boys testicles have not properly dropped, or that there daughters breasts are not developing as may be expected. It is obvious that the best way for a caring parent to know whether a boy is capable of producing sperm, and therefore is entering puberty, is to test that boys ability to produce sperm on a daily basis." The murmur of the audience grows more audible, as the camera pans through the faces it shows the adults displaying expressions ranging from delight to horror, and many of the children staring in jaw dropped amazement or giggling at the Doctors use of 'naughty' words. "Thank you Dr Gower for that, the next question which has been asked is about how to deal with little boys and girls desire to remain clothes and modest. Indeed how can a Guardian or parent become familiar with a child when they are clothed?" asks the presenter. "A good question but based on a faulty premise. The solution to this conundrum is not how does a parent overcome the clothing issue of a child, but why should a child be clothed at all? The only reason why a child should be permitted the privilege of clothing is when our climate or the weather dictates. Unless clothing is required to keep the child warm or dry or for some other similar reason that child should be kept nude at all times. Again like the checking of the child's sexual development this will allow a mother or father to easily see whether the child has some physical signs of illness, measles etc., it will also allow a parent to check whether the child is bathing properly and cleaning up after its toiletry expulsions. "It is reasonable for a child during winter to wear several layers of thick concealing clothes. For example during the journey to school, but whilst at that school or at home permitting a child clothing is simply unnecessary. If a child has nothing to hide why waste money buying clothes merely to satisfy fashion or a child's wishes." "I see some of you are shocked at this. Allow me to demonstrate visually what I mean". At these words the Doctor motions to a woman off screen. The woman appears in her early forties, attractive in a matronly manner. Despite her charms not a single member of the audience, nor indeed any of the millions watching on TV are looking at her. Behind her walks a small boy perhaps no more than 8 in age, his light brown hair brushed in a faintly old fashioned side parting, wearing a plain white school skirt and grey school trousers, his brown eyes stare fixedly at his shoes as he follows the woman across the stage towards where the Doctor sits. A close up by the camera man on the boys face shows an expression of resigned dread on his face. "May I introduce my wonderful wife Tanya Gower" Dr Gower introduces as the two make their way across the stage, and my youngest son Sebastian, say hello to the millions of viewers Sebastian. The boy still not looking up mumbles barely audibly "Hu...llo..." "SEBASTIAN... where are your manners speak up boy, or I shall ask your mother to invite her hand to your bottom?" "No Sir, Sorry Sir". The boy stammers, he finally lifts his head showing the audience his face. "Good evening My name is Sebastian Gower, I am 8 years old and my mommy and daddy have brought me here to help with a demostat... dimostrat..." "A demonstration sweety" his mother helps out ruffling his hair. "Yes a demonstration" interjects Dr Gower smiling fondly at his wife and son. "As I explained a child is a non-sexual being there is nothing indecent about exploring the state of a child's sexual development. A child must not be permitted to develop gymnophobia we mus..." "I'm sorry Doctor, what is gymnophobia?" Amelia the presenter had moved up to the stage whilst the Doctor was speaking and now stood behind Sebastian, her chest almost but not quite touching the young boys head, a fact not lost on Seb as the boys cheeks pinkened ever so slightly in response to having such an attractive celebrity standing so close to him. "Gymnophobia, Amelia is the unnatural state of undue modesty, a fear of displaying the human body. Sebastian take your clothes off..." "Wha... no daddy I can't do that... there... there are all these people here" Sebastian manages to stutter, trying to edge off the stage, stopped only by his mothers vice like grip on his shoulder. A lone titter is heard from the audience coming from a young girl, who if anything is younger even than poor Sebastian. However this was quickly hushed by her parent whom like the others in the audience were sitting forward on their seats peering intently down on the events playing out before them, a drama that mere days before in a more modest time would have been unthinkable. This evening, on this stage however the rules had changed. Sebastian looking around at the faces of the audience saw no salvation, instead he saw faces staring at him, it was clear even to his young eyes that there was no would be rescuer in the audience, it was clear that this audience this night would permit nothing and no one to interfere and help him. "Sebastian I will not ask again strip, or be stripped. I think there may be a helper or two in the audience who may wish to help you if you can not comply with my ORDER" the final word in his fathers sentence delivered with such a stern stare that causes even the hardened presenter Amelia to step back in vicarious fear. This back step allows Seb's mother too deliver a smart slap on Seb's bubble shaped bottom...SMACKKK... a loud retort echo's through the stage causing the sound man to quickly tweak the stage microphones, and then to quickly tweak the sound the other way when the audience bursts out in peals of laughter at the sight of Sebastian jumping in surprise, more than pain, at the slap. With a push his mother directs Sebastian to the very front of the stage, now with his trembling body standing only feet from the intent onlooking audience. Sebastian in fear of his fathers words, and his mothers hand starts to unclasp each button of his shirt. With a heroic disregard for the intently peering faces of the adults he continues his disrobing. The fact that the first row of seats of the audience were now so close that were they to stretch out their hands they could have assisted him in his task he manages not o look at them, although it does not take a mind reader to realise he is acutely aware of them. He looks back to his mother when the last button un-fixes, pleading for her to intervene, when this does not happen he looks his father for an even more unlikely reprieve from this horror he finds himself in, a reprieve that does not come. His white cotton shirt falls to the ground leaving a pale skinny torso exposed, although not thin his ribs are clearly defined his nipples only slightly darker than his skin are the only splashes of colour on show. There is not an ounce of fat on him, and the outlines of his hips can be seen clearly over the lip of his trousers. "Stop there for a moment Sebastian' his father commands. Turning to the audience he continues "look at this boys modesty - ashamed to show even his chest in public. A clearer display of gymnophobia I could not conceive of, and this is a boy of 8 brought up, and trust me on this, to be comfortable with his body and all its functions, surely it is such silliness and a national shame that our society would rather we hid the beauty of this boy's body from his family, his friends and others. This is wrong, there was a saying 'children should be seen and not heard'. This belief we must reintroduce. For too long have we heard too much of bleating of children and their desires, and too little of their natural beauty and innocence have we not seen." Catching Sebastian attempting to edge off the stage Dr Gower calmly, but with such authority that it may as well be a shout, says "stay where you are Sebastian, I will have further need of you for the edification and instruction of these good people, they have not seen the end of you, or indeed all of you". "Now Ms Stafford" turning to the presenter, who throughout this drama had wanted nothing more than to give the boy a hug to comfort him, though her professionalism as a journalist would not permit such an interference with the subject of her journalistic attention, "I believe you have further questions for me?". "The next question Doctor is the age old problem of coping with the differences between boys and girls. Should any account be taken of these differences when parents and Guardians start implementing this new regime in earnest? "The 1st thing to remember is that a family is not a democracy, it is a dictatorship. The primary responsibility of a child's guardian is to ensure that the child develops into a fully actualized adult, and not to pander to the child's opinions on what is fair or not. All children are not born equal. Some mature physically or emotionally quicker, some are stronger, faster, taller than their counterparts. Given this it is inappropriate to treat all children equally. This will mean that some children will receive more help than they really need, but more importantly that some children will not receive the full intensive help they need." During his reply the Doctor had stood and walked over to where his semi naked son stood, a sheen of perspiration covered his exposed skin caused no doubt by the hot studio lights glaring down on the boy. "I submit that it can be seen then that were a parent or Guardian to treats all of their children the same they would in fact be neglecting their children... "For example the emotional and physical needs of male and female children differ, and will differ throughout the development of the child. What is suitable for a 3 yr. old girl will differ from that required for a 9 yr. old girl, or a 16 yr. old. It is also true that what a 9 yr. old boy requires will differ just as much from what a 16 yr. old boy requires as it will from what an equivalent 9 yr. old girl will require. Therefore I cannot stress too much the need to ignore the cries of 'unfair' and instead concentrate on what is needed. It is far more preferable to discriminate against a child than to neglect it". During this lecture Dr Gower had lifted the boys arms, running his hands across the boys figure, turning him this way and that as if the boy was a store front mannequin. "Sebastian here is a prepubescent boy. He needs regular attention to assist his penile development and to ensure that his false modesty is not permitted to grow. However I now no longer have to closely examine his rectum after he goes to toilet, as he has been taught well what happens to boys who do not clean themselves properly. Sebastian what is the rules about your bottom cleaning?" "A boy who permits a speck of 'brown' to remain, will end up with a bottom with a whole lot of red" the boy replies clearly parroting a line learnt by rote. "And what does that mean Sebastian?" Dr Gower asks. "If I don't ensure I am clean mummy or daddy will spank me, till my bottom is red" the boy sniffles. "Yes, now as you can see" Dr Gower continues as he turns away from the ashamed boy and back to the listening studio audience "Sebastian has learnt to ensure his bumhole is squeaky clean, and apart from a few snap inspections he no longer requires much assistance from I or my wife in this matter. However a younger child would clearly still need frequent checks in this. Therefore what is suitable for an 8 yr. old boy is rarely appropriate for a 5 or 6 yr. old boy or girl". "Thank you Doctor" Amelie inserts when the good Doctor finishes his sentence "I would no like to open up the questions to the floor. If you would like to ask a question please raise your hand and wait for the microphone to reach you. When asking your question please state your name, whether and how many children you care for." This last statement was delivered to the audience who had been staring at Dr Gower and Seb as his father had proudly displayed him to the nation. A frumpy, solidly built plain woman was selected first, sitting next to her was a young girl and boy aged perhaps 6 or 7, both of whom were achingly beautiful, fortunate not to closely resemble their stern scowling mother. "Dr" she barked " I am a single mother of 4 children these two Charlie(7) and Abigail (8)" as she points in turn to the children, "and two others, a boy of 12 and a girl of 16. This new Act of law of which I approve generally, states that I most 'physiologically develop my children up to 6 times a day, depending on their age. How can I be expected to oversee some 24 periods of activity each and every day?". "There are many types of families out there ranging from 2 parents with just one child, to families with large numbers of children such as yours my dear lady" began Dr Gower, "The answer to your problem lays with your problem. You say you have 4 children, well then for each child you have 3 helpers to assist you". Seeing the looks of puzzlement amongst the audience he went on "It would be most time consuming were you as a a single mother have to oversee giving your children 28 handjobs, orgasms or penetrations obviously, but consider these suggestions. 1. The 12 year old boy and the 7 yr. old could perform a mutual oral sex episode, colloquially known as am '89' I believe." "Er Doctor I believe you mean a '69'," Interjected Amelie. "Thank you Amelie, I am somewhat surprised that a 'lady' in your position would know of such matters" The Doctor went on before the now blushing presenter could defend her reputation. "Your two boys could '69' ,thank you Amelie, each other, this would count as an episode for each of the boys". 2. You have a 16 yr. old teenager?", the matronly mother nodded in affirmation, "excellent" the Dr went on "teenagers of either sex are normally well versed in sexual activities through their own explorations. Allocate a number of activities to such older siblings as chores much as one would taking out refuse or cleaning. You would be surprised just how readily a boy will respond to the mouth or hand of a 16 yr. old girl, even if not especially if that girl is a sibling; and lets not forget the younger girl, she too should join in group physiological directed activities. A young girls hands or mouth is just as valuable a teaching tool as the more experienced hands of a parent. Nodding thoughtfully the mother replied "Good ideas all, but Doctor even now I have to watch these scamps" patting her two present children on the head at these words "to ensure they complete their school homework and other chores, I would clearly have to oversee that there was no slacking off in the jacking off department." "Correct, it is the Parent or Guardians responsibility to look to their child's welfare, which we can agree is right and proper" the Doctor replied. "However the state has decided to amend the national curriculum in the schools to further assist you. Schools will be directed to offer all Parents the opportunity to have their wards provided with physiological development classes daily, this is both in school time, and in extra curricular after school clubs. This will allow for 2 to 4 such developmental exercises. After school prostate massaging classes, oral manipulation classes, nude public detention displays etc. "Of course these classes will not be compulsory for parents to sign up for, at least initially; children of course will have no say. However we recognise that some parents will at first want to monopolise the physiological development activities to themselves. After all there is no better way to build a loving and nurturing relationship with your children then to assist them in masturbating, experiencing intercourse or in exploring their developing bodies as they blossom towards maturity; and where these parents or Guardians can ensure that the child's needs are being fully met, the state will of course not seek to intervene. Next question.". The camera and microphone pans over to a man wearing thick black rimmed glasses, with a neatly trimmed beard. A face that would not be out of place sipping coffee on the banks of the river Seine discussing philosophy. "Whilst I may not be a parent or 'Guardian' whatever they are Doctor Gower, I am of the opinion that this law concerning forced nudity and sexual activity is a pedophiles charter and is nothing more than sexual abuse..." The man's bearded face quivers in righteous fury during his speech, "What say you good Doctor?". "Absolute tosh and nonsense" the Dr replies. "A child is not a sexual being, touching their penis or penetrating their anus is not a sexual act, on the child's part. The only sexual person when an adult father, for example. masturbates their preteen son is the father. Therefore it is the motives and mens rea of the father, in this case, which determines the sexual connotations or otherwise of any particular physical act. The law is clear where the father or mother have sexual contact with their children, they should do so out of love for their children and because they wish to develop them. As long as this is the case then such a union between parent and child cannot be abuse, indeed it can only be the most loving of natural things. However where an adult parent or otherwise has sexual contact with a child solely or mainly for their own pleasure this is abuse, and as such will be punished most harshly. That is not to say that simply because the adult obtains physical stimulation from an act it necessarily becomes abuse. If a father receives oral sex from his 14 yr. old son he will undoubtedly become aroused and indeed may spend in his mouth. As long as this occurs because the father wants to develop his sons oral skills this is NOT abuse, that is education. It is a parent's intentions that matter, not their physical response to stimulation" "I think another example is in need. Sebastian..." Doctor Gower beckons to his young son standing topless, his mother behind him hands on his shoulders, "come over here." The eyes of the audience which had long forgotten the boy, much to his relief, when the conversation turned to new questions, quickly turns back upon him, causing his pale almost anaemic skin once more to flush in embarrassment. His mother seeing the boys obvious reluctance gives him a gentle push. Seb slowly walks from his mother to stand by his father. "I will now demonstrate why what this man thinks is abuse, is really the strengthening of a caring and nurturing relationship." Dr Gower turns and with a shocking quickness hooks his fingers in the front of the boys trousers, with a quick flick the trouser fast unclips and the trousers come tumbling down as Dr Gower tugs them to Seb's ankles. Seb mortified at his public defrocking gives a little shriek and bends in an attempt to rescue his fallen trousers to hide his tiny briefs, and hide his much larger embarrassment. His father quickly puts a stops to Seb's vain attempt at restoring at least some semblance of his modesty, by the simple expedient of taking an ear lobe and twisting the boy back to a standing position. Seb's hand jerked away agonizingly close to his fallen trousers, to protect the integrity of his tweaked earlobe. The audience, not to say the millions watching at home, are treated to the sight of tiny blue under briefs, snugly fitting briefs which outline a small bulge that intimates at the treasures hidden beneath. "Tanya come over here and help me for a moment dear" the Dr calls out to his wife. Seb's mother comes over and kneels on one knee in front of her son. "Now Sebby" his mother says "lets have these briefs down, they leave little to the imagination in any case." At these worlds his mother moves her hands to either side of the boys hips with a finger hooked in the top of the boys briefs. "Mummy... No... please don't..." the boy whines in rising panic, only held from running away by his fathers firm grip on his ear. "Don't be silly Sebby, I've seen and washed your little pee pee countless times before" the mother scolds. "I know Mummy you may have seen my pee pee but all these people haven't," Sebastian replies, causing a burst of appreciative laughter from the audience and a smile from Amelie the presenter at his quick thinking defence of his diminishing pride. "Trust me Sebastian, your little 'package' whilst cute is not sufficient to shock anyone here or in TV land." This motherly critique elicits a further burst of audience appreciation. Tanya emboldened by the audience's support pulls Seb's briefs down with a flourish, displaying with a motherly pride a small bobbing dick barely 2 inches in length, even with the uncircumcised tip which adds a few millimetres to the Seb's less than impressive stature. The penis bobs genteelly upon two soft wrinkled pouches of skin, in which sits two peanut sized testicles, that when he matures will produce Seb's baby making sperm. Today however they merely add to the boys childish appearance, and highlight his physical immaturity. "Now as a firm proponent of child centered development I and my wife have ensured that we remain fully cognisant of our children's development al all times" through this introduction Dr Gower had moved behind his sons nude body. "We insist that our son is bathed by ourselves daily and remains nude at all times after coming home from school." At the end of this humiliating revelation Dr Gower cups the boys bottom with his left hand, the middle finger comes to rest right at the crease of the bottom and the thigh. The familiarity with which the hands cups the cheek makes it clear that this hand is no stranger to its resting place. "Whilst Sebastian here is prepubescent and cannot produce any sperm" at which words Seb blushes even more intensely "we still feel that regular penile muscle toning is important if the boy is to develop, and as I sure that most of you are aware the penis is a muscle just like any other," he continues. "With Sebastian's two older brothers we can trust them to masturbate themselves, with either I or my wife merely there to observe there are no difficulties and that any resulting excretions are cleaned up. However with a boy of Sebastian's age we find he lacks the maturity to be left alone to deal with such an important responsibility, therefore either I, my wife or another trusted relative will oversee his daily orgasms. Sebastian assume the position," his father commands taking a step back, and reluctantly removing his hand from his sons soft bottom. Sebastian complies knowing from painful experience that his father never asks twice, and to argue with his father whilst his bare bum is in easy slapping distance of his fathers strong hand, would be a monumentally unwise thing to do. He spreads his feet to just over a shoulders width apart, his left arm hangs straight down his palm resting on his hip, his head held straight his eyes staring straight ahead. "Seb today you will look directly into the camera" his father commands. "The camera which is even now beaming this live to millions of homes" Amelie the presenter interjects, perhaps feeling that she has lost control somewhat of the proceedings. At this Seb starts gently sobbing realising that not only is he standing naked in front of 60 strangers, but that millions are now intimately aware of the development of his private parts. "Stop that right now Seb, you're embarrassing the family." His mother, annoyed at Seb's lack of control, reinforces her command with two sharp slaps... Smaaack, Smaaaack, one each to each buttock. "You have done this exercise every day for the last two years, if now you feel you can't show the maturity required to perform this duty, I suppose I will have to do it for you like I did when you was younger." At these words Tanya tips Seb's chin up and directs it gently into the big black soulless lens of the studio camera. Then with thumb and forefinger she takes a firm pinching grasp of Seb's small penis, a quick pull back and Seb's foreskin retracts displaying a pretty pink head with a tiny slit showing, in the matter of a few seconds his mother strokes the foreskin back and forth a number of times. "If you can't or won't do this yourself when told I will, and you know I am far less gentle than you" she goes on with each word another stroke. Seb's penis formerly flaccid and limp is now poking straight out, but unfortunately for Seb apparently still no longer than its original 2 inches. "Normally Sebastian is able to massage his own penis muscle, but today he has decided to show off and play up in front of you people" Dr Gower explains to the audience. "Sebastian apologise at once for your unacceptable show of immaturity and lack of self discipline". "...Soo... Soor... Sorrreeeee..." Seb manages to get out between his half choked sobs of shame and gasps caused by the manipulations his penis had been going through, his mother not slowing her movements in the slightest during her husbands words or her sons national apology. "Mummy I'm going to ... to ... go coo-coo soon" Seb squeaks out his face screwed up in a face of cute concentration. "Coo-Coo is what Seb has instead of cumming, which is what mature people do, isn't that right Sebby?" his mother explains to the seated audience members. Instead of answering Seb "shouts coo-coo, coo-coo" whilst jiggling and shaking to a massive dry cum, made even more draining for the boy as his mother does not stop her rubbing for an instant. At this shouts of coo-coo a spontaneous round of applause echoes around the hall, every man, woman and child applauding the scene, of course except the lone outraged man who posed his question so long ago. Seb stops his movements with a final jerk at which point his mother much to his relief, and the audiences disappointment stops her ministrations. Tanya his mother after all smothers Seb in a big hug, grasping Sebby to her bosom as he sniffles into her shoulder, kissing him gently on the cheek murmuring gently "There, there my little man, well done it won't be long before you can spend like your brothers" at which words of comfort Seb cries softly "Thank you mummy". "Now who amongst you can doubt that what we have all just shared was a joyous bonding between mother and son?" Dr Gower proclaims. "Here a mother and son have shared a moment of true closeness, the mother has ensured that the child is developing physiologically, and the child has the pleasure of knowing that he has pleased his parents and been dutiful to their will." "Thank you Dr Gower I am sure that your words and this most unique demonstration will empower the parents of children throughout the country, to grab with both hands the opportunities for all this new act. A final question though Dr Gower, if I may, I understand this act is being phased in over the next 12 months can you explain how this will work?" Amelie says as the camera pulls back from the shaking boy and his mother and pans once more on the presenter. "Yes, as of now the procedures laid down in the act, Nudity, exercises, corporal punishment, submission to one's parents, is legal. However we expect that for the first couple of months it will be a few trail blazing enlightened parents who take the lead. We can therefore expect to see more and more nude children on our streets, in our shops and schools over the coming months. It is hoped that these numbers will increase naturally through parental development until the vast majority of children are actively under this new regime. However it must be borne in mind that after 12 months of 'bedding down' the Act becomes compulsory at which point these parents whom for whatever reason have failed to implement this regime must comply, or their children will be passed to court appointed Guardians for care," Dr Gower explains. "Thank you Dr Gower and thank you Seb," Amelie replies smiling at the nude little boy who has finally stopped smiling and now stands next to his mother, his little pee pee deflated but still red from its rough treatment. "I would just like to remind all our viewers that local practical demonstrations have been arranged in all local communities, please check local press for details, good night everybody..." end of chapter 2 (Next chapter - The Cooper family attend a local demonstration event) Chapter 3 - The First East Midlands Training Course. The car pulls up outside the church hall a little before 7:30 at night. Outside the hall a number of cars are already parked their passengers already departed. Amongst the family cars and MPV's looms a large black van, stencilled into the side the initials NDCTP. Fixed to the wall a notice "An introduction to the counselling of Teens and Pre Teens, by invitation only". George Hooper opens the door to his car and steps out his shoes crunching in the gravel of the car park, his wife Heather following him out of the car from the passenger side. The couple could be no more different in appearance. George a tall aesthetic looking man, mid forties. thin but wiry, a beaked patrician nose sat atop a thin bloodless set of lips. His wife 5'7" and curvaceous with it, she is certainly not fat but instead womanly, and were she not wearing a demure cardigan her 34c breasts would have quickened the blood of any man. Despite the attractions of his wife George pays no attention to her, instead he looks back to the car and then raps heavily on the metallic roof ... bang, bang ... two large retorts echo round the car park deserted of all but empty vehicles. "Get out of the car NOW children I have had just about as much as I will take from you this evening" a barely suppressed anger clear to all in his voice. The rear doors open and 4 sheepish children appear one after another managing to smartly comply with their fathers, whilst demonstrating in their body language all the reluctance in the world to face their unamused father. "We are already late because of your horse playing and tardiness, If we have missed the start of this none of you will be able to sit down for a week, do I make myself clear?" the question directed at his four children who by now have lined up in front of the car. 3 sets of "Yes Sir's" and a "Yes Daddy" greet this threat. Satisfied at this George turns sharply and strides off towards the church hall door. The eldest child, and only girl amongst the four, rolls her eyes like only a 14 yr. old can at her fathers back, her 3 younger brothers quickly stifle their giggles as they sense their mother moving up behind them. Heather motions the children forward and herds them after the quickly receding figure of the father. Finding their way through the Church doors and quickly through the hallway the family of 6 walk into the hall. The church hall like a lot of its contemporaries is a large rectangular room. At one end there is a fold up table with an officious man and woman sitting behind it, seeing these George makes towards them "Heather" he says looking back at his wife standing with the children "find us some seats, I will go register." Looking around the room Heather sees one corner is taken up by a large black paddled table some 3 ft high, behind it two large shapes are hidden under dust covers. However the rest of the room contains plastic chairs, such as can be found in any school arrayed into a loose semi circle facing the centre of the room. Most of these are already filled with various adults and their offspring, of the 50 chairs provided only some ten stand empty. Seeing this Heather quickly shepherds her children towards the nearest free seats. After a few minutes George returns holding a number of coloured tags. "Thomas, Richard, Lee" he barks "front and centre." The three boys stand before him and to each of the lapels he pins a blue tag. Thomas who is 11 and Richard's (10) tags are dark blue in colour, whilst Lee the 7 year old is pinned with a cyan coloured tag. Bidding the boys return to their seats he bends in front of Ruth and affixes a pink tag to her blouse. Finishing this he sits next to his wife handing her a plain white tag with her name written upon it in black marker. A similar tag already upon George's jacket lapel proclaiming his name. Knock, Knock, Knock... the sound of a gavel rings around the hall. "Ladies, gentleman your attention please" the officious man that George had gone over too earlier now stood. "We should make a start, as we have much to go through tonight" he continues "I am Mr Coyne and this is Ms Denver, we are currently the first instructors appointed to teach in the Northampton Designated College for teaching parents, NDCTP, for short. We have been employed by the Government to explain effective training practices to parents and Guardians in order to ensure the swift implementation of the new regime imposed by the Control an Direction of Dependent Personages Act (2013)." At this introduction a brief smattering of applause comes from the attending adults. "This evenings course of instruction is designed to equip parents with the basic skills to effectively discipline their children, and provide tips on appropriate child development exercises. The course will be divided into 4 stages, the first will be a demonstration of corporal punishment techniques, secondly tools and implements, thirdly we will examine effective physiological developmental theory, and finally a demonstration of advanced physiological assistance tools. Following this orders will be taken for development equipment and certificates of attendance issued". "All you parents today have responded to our local and national advertising, and applied to become the first intake of parents to reach qualified 'Guardian' status by completing this 1st level course in parenting techniques. For this I would like to thank you on behalf of society and your children for your forward thinking approach." "Before we carry on why don't we go around the hall and introduce ourselves, tell us who you are, how old you and your children are". Whilst the audience members introduce themselves Mr Coyne and Ms Denver manhandle a black paddled table from its corner and place it in the centre of the semicircle of waiting children and parents. When the introductions conclude Mr Coyne nods his head to Ms Denver who walks to their desk, behind which stand a boy and girl their noses pressed to the wall, and taking them by the hand walk them to the black paddled tables location. During this Mr Coyne continues "I see a good selection, Miss Ruth Hooper you appear to be the oldest child here" Ruth blushes as some 30 pairs of eyes set upon her, "and Timothy Grange you are the youngest at a mere 6." This last remark directed at a blond boy sitting between his proudly beaming parents. Mr Coyne finishes and turns to Ms Denver "Would you do the honours please" he asks waving at the two children Ms Denver has in tow. "Thank you Mr Coyne. I would like to introduce these two to you all. Steven here is a budding Rembrandt, he was caught painting graffiti on a wall at school, whilst Sharon here was caught shop lifting a magazine at a local supermarket. Normally these two would be serving time in a juvenile detention centre, learning the error of the ways. However the local juvenile courts have decided that they will help us out instead; and trust me children" smiling evilly at the two miscreants "you have not got the soft option". Steven appears to be a young teen, perhaps 13, black hair and dark eyed, a sulky defiant frown obscuring his features, despite wearing a plain white shirt and grey trousers, he can clearly be pictured in a hoodie lounging on some street corner, George Hooper muses silently to himself. Sharon is a different proposition. Again like Steven perhaps 13, but blond and blue eyed, her hair pulled back in a pony tail, her body though hidden under a blouse, begins to show the tell tale signs of her developing womanly charms. Her face is one of trepidation and shame. "Thank you Ms Denver" continues Mr Coyne "as I explained the first element of the show is corporal punishment. A portion of the show that these two will be involved in intimately. OK you two you know the drill.". At this a gasp comes from the younger members of the audience as both begin immediately taking their shirts and blouses off. This disrobing overseen by the stern features of Ms Denver standing behind them. They appear to take little notice of the assembled onlookers, however a close look, at the eyes of Sharon show them to be screwed up as if to prevent tears from leaking out. Steven however looks defiantly at the audience, or at least the children within it, as he carefully avoids the eye of the adults. "As you can see they know exactly what is expected of them tonight" Mr Coyne comments "These two have already attended 3 such events as this, and indeed they are due to attend a further 12 before they have repaid their debt to society". Despite these helpful comments not a single member of the audience pays him the slightest attention, as by then Steven and Sharon's shirts had been taken off and folded neatly by their already bare feet. Without so much as a pause the teenagers commence undoing their respective trousers and skirt. "Dad they're getting naked..." A boy of eight exclaims when their lower garments join their shirts. The boys surprised exclamation only just audible above the other gasps of the children, and muffled conversations which break out amongst the adults. "Dad they're naked..." the boy repeats. "I can see his pee pee" he adds unnecessarily as this revelation is now clear to all the onlookers. "Can you, then you must have better eye sight then I have" jokes Ruth, who despite her words was closely examining Steven's 4 inch prick and balls, balls which had to her delight had a few wisps of hair. Her quip caused every one in the room, save 3, to burst out laughing. Of the three who did not join in, Sharon failed to join in as her own battered dignity was to fragile for such levity; Steven turned bright red when the teenage girl disparaged his manhood, a blush of humiliation and anger flowing from his face down his torso, flushing his pale chest a fetching pink; whilst Heather Cooper snapped "Quiet Ruth, he has nothing to be ashamed of, certainly not compared to your brothers" a comparison which stopped cold the giggling Cooper boys who had been unfavourably compared. "If you can't behave yourself there will be three nude children being punished in this room not two, and since I have seen that flat chested excuse for a chest you have, you should not be so quick to disparages others lack of development." At this Ruth flushed and immediately apologised "Sorry." knowing full well it was only the blouse she wore and the tissue stuffed training bra that kept the illusion of her breasts alive. Were her brother to see her flat chest she would never live it down. "Thank you" Mr Coyne interjected saving albeit unintentionally Ruth's battered pride, "As has been so eloquently put " nodding to the little boy who started the merriment "they are nude. After all we are here to demonstrate how to punish naughty boys and girls. We are not here to punish naughty articles of clothing, but rather naughty bottoms. Also why should children be clothed at all? Steven's mighty mountain of manhood is clearly not sufficient to scare the girls" a remark which once again relit the fires of Steven's blushes; "and Sharon is so flat that she hardly needs to take a ruler to school with her. So no, clothing for these as with all children in my opinion is a best an unnecessary sop to modesty. Under the new regime it is highly recommended that all punishments be undertaken nude, for maximum impact and secondary embarrassment. It also enables a good assessment of the effectiveness of the punishment being inflicted." "Sharon, Steven assume your positions" this command issued towards the two children, who now would have chosen transportation to Australia, rather than be where they were. The two walked around the ends of the table and standing next to each other bent over the table, their naked bottoms displayed directly in the faces of the audience. Sharon's hairless nether region clearly viewable, her pink anus peeking out at the audience, whilst Steven's penis and balls fell down and dangled beneath the lip of the table. Mr Coyne walked around and stood next to Steven and calmly placed a hand upon the boys lower back. "The new regime specifies 4 tools for punishment. The hand" at which point he flourished his spare hand to the assembled onlookers, "The Paddle, The Cane, and The Birch." At each implement Ms Denver who had retired back to the folding table proudly picked up and displayed, like some game show hostess the offending implement of punishment. Mr Coyne continues "It is recommended that girls due to their weaker more fragile physiques, should except for serious offences be punished by hand and paddle only. Boys however being more rambunctious will require the use of the cane and birch as a starting point - of course spankings should be delivered as and when required to boys and should be used in addition to real punishments such as the cane". "To demonstrate this principle today Steven will receive a severe spanking and a caning. Whilst Sharon will receive only a number of spankings". "That's not fair" blurts out Thomas Cooper "why should girls be let off so easy?". "Several points there, boy" Mr Coyne replies "Firstly trust me the spanking and paddling that Sharon will receive will hurt a LOT. Secondly boys are more disobedient, as can be seen by your comments, and therefore require harsher treatment; and finally should you question my authority again child you will find at first hand how much a mere spanking can hurt when I pull your pants down and give you a personal demonstration; I will then require both your parents to repeat the process, is that clear?" the final threat given so calmly and clearly that Thomas instinctively recoiled. "Oh don't worry about that Mr Coyne" George Cooper replied "He will be punished tonight for embarrassing ME..." George staring in fury at the presumptuous boy his hand rhythmically opening and closing, boding ill for at least one of the Cooper clan. "Thank you, now where was I, Oh yes, the punishment process. I and Ms Denver will first demonstrate the preferred manner of disciplining children. We will then invite members of the audience to practice their skills upon these two criminals" this said as Mr Coyne taps Steven's behind. "Just to remind you that as these two are under court directed punishment the normal limits on punishment for children of their age do not apply. Therefore do not worry if you have to wait for your turn, as you get it, and think positively by then the children will be nicely warmed up for you" an observation which causes an appreciative chuckle to flow from the attending parents. Turning back to the two Mr Coyne states "Oops what are those doing there boy." He reaches down and cups Steven's testicles and penis, and tucks them up under Steven's body, taking the opportunity to affectionately squeeze. "A stray blow on those and you would have known about it, boy". "A stray cane stroke to the balls and everyone within a mile would have known it Mr Coyne." Ms Denver adds with a smile. "Quite so." Mr Coyne turns from his colleague back to his audience "punishment of the genitals is an approved and legal punishment, when done safely" he adds "however today is concerned primarily with standard punishment. Should any of you be interested in genital punishment techniques, there are courses we run if you wish to apply". Ruth notes with concern that her mother and father are nodding in thoughtful interest at this suggestion. "OK shall we begin my dears?" Mr Coyne asks rhetorically to the two waiting teenage victims. * * * "The first step to ensuring an effective hand spanking is to prepare your hand. It should be held with fingers firmly together with the fingers slightly curved inwards. This shape helps mirror the shape of the target." A point brought home to the expectant semi circle of onlookers when the instructors hands is lightly placed on Steven's nearest bottom cheek, the tips of his hand almost curling into the valley of the boys cleft. "The next step is to prepare the target. As you can see the target is already bare" this accompanied by a slight up and down rubbing of the exposed boys behind "Whilst parents have the right to determine exactly what a child should wear if anything, I cannot emphasise that punishment should normally be applied to a naked target. This allows the punisher to see the effect of their blows, ensure full coverage of the target area" at which Mr Coyne's index finger trails a line around the bottom causing Steven to squirm slightly when the finger runs along the crease between cheek and thigh, and particularly slow when during its circle it dips in where Steven's thighs meet. "Spankings can be given in a variety of positions" he continues "the traditional Over the Knee, the diaper position which is on their back, legs held up and back to the chest or finally it can be done with them standing or bent over a desk. As you can see Steven is bent over a table. I personally prefer Over the Knee, however this position permits a greater exposure of the boy " a noticeable pinkening of Steven's fair skin accompanies this "for your viewing convenience". "Now when spanking a child you should aim for moderate fast paced spanks. It should not be your aim to hit full force with each slap. Remember you have all the time in the world. What we are aiming for is a quality long lasting burn to be delivered at the entire area, allow me too demonstrate". At this Mr Coyne stands round so he stands 90 degrees to Steven's bottom. Sharon apparently forgotten laying next the worried boy chewing his lip awaiting the first rump roasting blow. Mr Coyne slowly and dramatically raises his hand two feet up from the target and Slaaap... his hand quickly impacts Steven's right cheek setting up a wobble through the resilient flesh, a little oomph from Steven the only response. Then another slap this time to the other cheek, followed by another, and another, no one slap particularly hard, but each one coming fast and firm. As the spanking goes on Steven's bottom becomes pink with a few splotches of red. Mr Coyne the professional he is ensures a full coverage from the very tops of the boys thighs to mid way up the bottom itself. "Haa, Haa..." Mr Coyne pants somewhat breathless as he continues his relentless pace "You should ensure a nice coverage of the area from between the upper thigh and mid backside. We do not recommend hitting a child any higher than that as heavier implements may damage the spine, and even hand spanks may bruise a child's kidneys". "Look" this is Richard nudging his younger brother Lee with his elbow "He likes it, his pee pee is getting hard". this observation causing the two boys to suppress giggles behind their hands. Steven whose penis was hardening at the rubbing it endured, trapped where it was placed by the instructor, caught between the boys groin and the shiny black leather top of the table. The stimulation coming from the tiny jerks his body makes due to the impact of Mr Coyne's hard hand. "A good spot young man" Mr Coyne "Erections of the penis are not uncommon in boys when they are being punished. This can be for several reasons; the physical rubbing of the offending organ" at this Mr Coyne reaches underneath the blushing boy and cups his testicles dotted here and there with smooth hairs, gently caressing the balls contained within. "Or it may be due to the stimulation of the blood vessels in the bottom which impacts on blood flow to surrounding areas such as the groin. A final reason may be that the shame of submitting to his punishments imparts a degree of psychological release causing a physiological reason". "Irrespective of the reasons you should not be surprised at this response boys" this last line said to the giggling Coopers. "Here come and have a closer look boys." Lee and Richard look to their father for permission, which given by a nod from George sends them scurrying up to the front to take a good look at Steven's stiff penis. "Now boys you see that Steven's appendage is trapped beneath his body, if we are to get a closer look we need to give it some room. Steven, stand up and turn round." Steven eases down off the table and turns around so that he is facing the assembled 40 onlookers. The twenty or so adults looking on take in the sight of a young teen boy, completely naked his penis now fully engorged with blood, perhaps 4.5 or 5 inches in length. The penis sticks straight out horizontally, at this one of the woman present, a mousy woman in her late 20's whispers in the ear of the man, her husband?, sitting next to her, causing broad smiles to appear from both of them. Steven mortified beyond belief still manages stoically not to cry, at this by-play between the two, or at the intent stares of the other adults present. However he manages less well at the whispered sniggers coming from the 20 children present, his hands clenching in impotent shame and fury. "Now boys" Mr Coyne goes on "have a close look at his little dickey. You "this directed at the 7 year old Lee take hold of it and feel how hard it is." With this express permission Lee reaches out and grasps the shaft of Steven's penis in a vice like grip. "Aaaaaarggghhh." screams Steven as his pride and joy is squashed in the over enthusiastic grip of Lee. "Not quite so hard Lee" Mrs Cooper advises from her seat behind "A boys pee pee like their ego can be quite fragile, especially when they so wee in size." Steven although praising Mrs Cooper for saving his poor tool, curses her silently at her slight to the size of his manhood, especially when her helpful statement to Lee cause a burst of laughter from the audience, this time both from the children and the adults present. "Lee, try moving your hand up and down the shaft whilst maintaining a slightly less firm grip" advises Ms Denver the female instructor. A suggestion quickly taken up by Lee, his hand now slowing rubbing the 4 or so inches of erect flesh up and down. "Now children" she continues to the other youngsters present "you can see that when Lee pulls back on the skin of the penis, the head of the skin pulls back and exposes the head of the penis. This is because young Steven here is what is called uncircumcised, in some boys this skin has already been removed, in that case the boys penis is referred to as 'circumcised' or 'cut'". As Ms Denver clinically describes the appearance of his penis, Steven was reaching crisis point. Already today he had been stripped in front of a room full of strangers, had his bottom spanked raw which caused his penis to be rubbed for several minutes against the smooth leather of the spanking table, and now the smooth small hands of a 7 year old was rubbing his already aroused shaft and glans. Steven knew he was not gay, he had already mentally undressed the waifish figure of Ruth, as well as snuck a number peeks at Sharon his nude counterpart in his humiliation. But all this not withstanding he could feel his balls tighten and tingle. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming" he blurts out just seconds before a small white pea seized balloon of white sperm oozes out of penis tip". Lee at this lets go in shock, and stares at the two instructors in a quizzical manner. "Haven't you seen cum before boy?" Mr Coyne asks. At his negative shake of the head Mr Coyne goes on "You see Lee, when a big boy has his penis rubbed sufficiently he has what is called an orgasm". "Oh I know that Sir" Lee interjects "mummy and daddy have given me and my brother organisms before, but I've never seen stuff leak out before". "It's called orgasm Lee not organism. However I'm glad to hear that your parents have been caring for you and your brothers in this way." A beaming smile from George and Heather responds to Mr Coyne's compliment. "You see big boys have wet cums, this is when white stuff called sperm comes out of the tip of the pee pee. Normally far more should come out. However obviously Steven is not as developed as he likes to think he is, or he has been abusing himself. Well what is it boy are you immature or a wanker?". Steven does not respond to this loaded question. "Steven, the next part of tonight's demonstration is giving you a good caning and birching, are you sure you want to anger me by not answering? Well boy are you a baby or a self abuser?" Mr Coyne threatens. "Sorry Mr Coyne, I masturb..." Steven starts. "No Steven, what did you do." Mr Coyne_s stops him. "I wanked myself off earlier today Sir" Steven manages to croak out in front of the assembled audience. "Well what did you, as you say, wank off too I wonder?" Mr Coyne prompts. "I was thinking of girls Sir, I am sorry Sir, please don't punish me." he begs. "Of course not Steven I won't punish you for thinking lewd thoughts about girls, it's quite natural. However you are going to be severely punished tonight anyway, so don't think my mercy means anything." Mr Coyne replies. At these words Steven's brief hopes were dashed, and his smile of relief washed away from his face. Mr Coyne turns his attention from the boy back to the awaiting audience, waving Lee and Richard back to their seats and the proud smiles of their parents. "We will have to hurry things up if we are to get around to the Physiological Development exercise tonight. Now normally I would ask Ms Denver to show how to spank young girls, on Sharon here" pointing at the bare bottom of the girl who had remained wisely silent during Steven's personal hell "However I now intend to ask Sharon to go around the adults here and ask each of them to practice their spanking skills on her". "Now Sharon I want you to go to each adult in turn and ask them to please spank your little bot bot." this direction cause a little sob to be heard from Sharon, but she immediately straightens up and walks over to the nearest adult. A large fat man, who must be 6ft 4 and 300 lbs. "Now ladies and gentleman, as out little model makes her way round, I would ask you to practice the spanking techniques demonstrated here tonight. Please don't hold back as she is here to be punished. despite her youth she has quite a resilient bottom so put a bit of effort in each spank". During this Sharon had mumbled out a request to the huge fat man to spank her 'bot bot'. Not wasting a moment he picked her up by the midriff and placed her bodily over his knees her bottom raised and head dangling by the mans feet. With this accomplished he starts raining slaps down on Sharon's unmissable target with great enthusiasm. Mr Coyne raising his voice a little to reach over the sounds of the girl flesh being slapped and Sharon's sobbing tears goes on "Whilst you await your turn with Sharon's posterior, we will go on to demonstrate the use of the cane on our little self abuser here". Pointing to Steven who still stood in the centre of the room, his once proudly erect penis now deflated and hanging limply between his thighs the little bubble of sperm having fallen off the tip of the penis under the force of gravity. "Steven assume the position back on the table". Steven turns hiding his penis from the stares of the group, but no exposing his bottom still pink from its earlier spanking. He bends over the table his bottom now once more perched ready for punishment. "Oh Steven, you have not tucked yourself away properly again" Mr Steven remarks seeing Steven's drained penis poking outs. At this Steven reaches back with a sob and cups his now drained testicles and shaft back under the protection of his body. "I will now ask Ms Denver to demonstrate how to deliver an effective caning to a young child's bottom" Mr Denver nods politely to his counterpart who at this time was back over at the instructors folding table, where she had picked up a rattan cane and was bending it so that both ends of the 3 ft implement touched each other. "Ms Denver is an exceptionally talented caner, which is fortunate for us, and truly unfortunate for young Steven here. Ms Denver has caused grown men and women to scream in pain at a single stroke, just imagine what young Steven is going to experience. Ms Denver would you care to take over?". Ms Denver strides over cane in hand so that she stands next to the black spanking table, where Steven's pink bottom is clenching and unclenching in fear. She briefly looks at Sharon who by now was over the knee of the fat mans wife, an incongruently small woman with straight black hair, who was enthusiastically smacking Sharon's already sore bottom, and despite the diminutive size of her if anything she was hitting harder than her much larger partner. "When caning a boy one must ensure maximum discomfort for minimum effort" Ms Denver commences. "The cane is an implement of precision and force, when these two factors can be combined you can achieve the perfect stroke. The Control and Direction of Dependent Persons Act specifies that the cane is suitable for over 10's only, although the use in younger children remains possible for serious misbehaviour. The Act also specifies no more than 50 strokes per 24 hour period. Bear in mind that 50 strokes of a senior cane delivered can cause significant permanent scarring which is not legal under the Act; and even 50 strokes of a junior cane like this" Ms Denver flexes the cane again to demonstrate "which is a lighter cane designed for 'sting' rather than the 'thud' of bigger canes can cause excruciating pain even with a few blows." "Therefore if you are likely to impose a significant number of strokes with the cane you should aim to inflict stinging blows causing significant pain to the child, but not significant abrasion of the outer skin or indeed subcutaneous bruising." "Ms Denver, what is 'subcutaneous' mean?" this asked by Mrs Granger the parent of Timothy the youngest child present at 6, she must have been a child bride as she appears no older than 22 or 23 herself, although her husband sitting the other side of Timothy must be in his late thirties. "Subcutaneous madam relates to the layer of skin beneath the outermost layers of skin which are called the cutis." This explanation was reinforced by Ms Denver taking a firm grasp of Steven's nearest butt cheek and squeezing and kneading the firm mound deeply, causing a groan of pain to come from Steven, who was still sore from the earlier spanking. "Allow me to show you" with this Ms Denver letting go off Steven's bottom raises the cane to at lays 3 ft from the pink quivering target, and then sweeping the cane in with a blur and then with a flick of her wrist accelerating the cane just before impact. Swwisshhh... thwicck, the surprisingly light impact noise of the blow going unnoticed due to the high pitched squeal from Steven. A further 5 blows follow each steadily paced 3 seconds apart, each bringing a small shriek from the sorry Steven. Although the entire event lasted less than 20 seconds it demonstrated that Einstein was indeed right that time is relative, as Steven could have sworn that the hell of the caning had lasted for an hour at least. Whilst Steven was going through this hell by rattan, Sharon was going through her own purgatory of spanking, by now she had visited the knees and hands of two thirds of the adult audience She was now over the experienced knees of Heather Cooper, who needed no training in spanking as her 4 children could testify, but nonetheless availed herself of the opportunity to spank the inflamed cheeks of the teenage girl. "As you can see Steven's cheeks are not wealed or broken" Ms Denver boasts proudly pointing at the 6 distinct bands of red but otherwise unmarked stripes that now decorated Steven's behind. "This means that the next 6 strokes can be delivered with equal force, and no care need be taken to avoid previous impact areas." Ms Denver again raises her arm taking deliberate aim on the incorrigible Steven's bottom. A further 6 strokes are delivered this time Ms Denver with malicious intent aimed all 6 blows at a strip of skin 1 inch wide where thigh met bottom. Such a concentrated attack causing Steven to leap in the air whilst reaching back and screaming "aaarrrraagggh, please no stop your cutting me in two." "Nonsense boy look everybody" Ms Denver grabs the dancing boy by his small penis and bends him over so that his head now met his knees, and more importantly for the audience his red cheeks were clearly displayed for all to see. Ms Denver with her other hand traced the livid red line on the upper thigh which her 6 blows had caused, "As you can see no blood or exceptional wealing, I could easily have laid on another 50 stripes without a problem" Ms Denver reassures the audiences "and if you don't stop whining boy, and remember you are here as punishment I will..." this last threat reinforced with a hearty slap to Steven's red raw cheeks. "However I think 6 more real stingers should suffice. Remember boy stand up and I will start from number 1 again " with this Ms Denver pushes Steven back over the table. Standing back whips in a ferocious slash right into the centre of Steven's sore bottom, then 5 others each landing within an inch of the original. At each stroke Steven screams but manages not to move. When finished Steven falls to his knees grasping his sore cheeks with both hands unashamedly crying in pain. Ignoring the hurt boy the two instructors have a short discussion between themselves, a few moments later Ms Denver nods to her counterpart who steps forward to address the audience, which now included a sobbing Sharon who at last had made her round trip of spankings and laid curled up on her side by the floor quietly sobbing her two hands comforting her reddened bottom cheeks. "I'm sorry we had planned to allow a couple of you too practice your technique with the cane on Steven, but we are running slightly late". Ms Denver apologises. "The good news is that now it is time to move onto the Physiological Exercise portion of tonight's show. You may have noticed Mr Coyne readying the Development machines during young Steven's caning." The audience nod as the few that could take the eyes aware from watching Steven's punishment and there hands away from Sharon's backside when they contributed to her punishment, had indeed watch My Coyne's actions with interest. Those who did watch him saw Mr Coyne remove the dust covers from the two boxed liked shaped in the corner revealing a 6 foot black plastic box which was 3 foot in width and length, that had attached to it a smaller box, this one 3 foot high and some 5 foot in length. "Patience please people, we will reveal the wonders of these machines to you, but first we should examine the more traditional tools and techniques open to us in child development." with these words Ms Denver ushered Sharon and Steven away to the back of the hall where they were turned noses to the wall and bottoms to the world. Mr Coyne through this had rescued a cardboard box from before a folding table and carried it over to the black leather spanking table, placing it carefully upon it. "Now all you ladies and gentleman have volunteered yourselves and your children to be the first batch of what we call 'Regime Children'. Most parents are familiar with disciplining their children, so the corporal punishment examples this evening whilst important is of secondary importance". Now Mr Coyne who had been rejoined by Ms Denver had the full undivided attention of all in the hall, save Steven and Sharon who with their sore backsides were somewhat understandably distracted. "The new regime involves 3 elements; 1) corporal punishment, 2) supression of undue modesty and 3) sexual and emotional development of children. The next portion of tonight's training will be practical demonstrations of approved developmental techniques. This then is the last opportunity for any of you to back out if you have changed your minds." With this Mr Denver scans the adults faces, all of whom appear determined and approving of the decision they had taken tonight. A little trembling hand arose belonging to a boy of about 9, "Can I change my mind, Sir?" he asks in a tremulous quaver. "Ha, Ha, Ha, "Mr Denver chuckles, joint by a number of the other adults present, smiling at the naive impudence of the child "nice try son but I'm afraid your parents outrank you. But don't worry you may find these exercise challenging but fun". "OK now we are agreed, let me see" with these words he commences a mental count of those adults and children present. "Yes, yes well we have 10 couples here and 17 children, 13 boys and 4 girls. Hhhmmmmm, not ideal but I think we can work with these figures. What do you think Ms Denver?" turning to his female counterpart. "I do prefer a closer boy / girl ratio for these events, but acceptable all in all" Ms Denver replies thoughtfully tapping her chin with her index finger. "Very well then, Children I want you to line up in front of me." Directs Mr Coyne. After much tooing and froing the children finally organised themselves into a ragged line. Thomas and Richard Cooper as always standing next to each other like junior partners in crime, whereas Ruth stood at one end with a cute boy standing on her other side named Robbie. "Good then" states Ms Denver as she stands up and addresses the parents of the ragtag line of youths in front of her. "The new regime gives parents the absolute right to decide what a child upto the age of 16 may wear, or indeed whether they should wear anything at all. There are however several caveats to this rule. For example a child on a sports team may be required to wear an identifying sports kit. Also a parent that requires a child to wear inappropriate clothing that results in harm such as hypothermia will still be guily of child neglect. The other main exception to the rule is where a court or Institute Official such as I or Mr Coyne hav directed a period of forced nudity". "For clarification the parental rights in deciding what is appropriate clothing for children overrules the wishes of teachers, Doctors, Landlords of shops, cinemas etc". With a check to ensure the parents understood the new rules Ms Denver stops her lectur and looks once more at the line of naked children. "First things first children please strip, and get out of your clothes. You may place your clothes, tidily mind you, over there by the wall" pointing at the far wall with the slim rattan cane which she had picked up from the spanking table beside her. "What...No... Uhhhhh" and other gasps and snorts of disbelief come from the children bemused at the absurd request. Their shocked faces looking back at the parents for protection from this strange woman, but finding none. Instead the parents variously curtly telling them to do as they were told, looking sternly and motioning compliance, or in the case of Mrs Cooper raising her hand in the universal child language of a smack coming, should they refuse. Regardless of these parental warnings the older children and most vociferously Ruth being the oldest carry on the protestations. When suddenly THUUDDD, and 17 pairs of child eyes turn at the sound of a cane crashing into the leather padded top of the spanking table. This cane was not the light junior cane wielded expertly by Ms Denver, but a much meaner beast fully 5 ft long and 1 cm wide, this fearsome weapon was held by an angry My Coyne. "You were ordered by an Institute Official to remove your clothes. That means you will strip, and you will strip NOW. The children jumped at Mr Coynes harsh words and seeing the seriousness in his eyes and the fearsome cane he held, literally shook in fright. "Anyone child still dressed in one minute will be summarily disciplined with this. DO I MAKE MYSELF CRYSTAL CLEAR?" Mr Coyne once more swishing the cane in the eyes of the children. At this all rebellion stops and hands immediately reached and started pulling jumpers over heads and loosening buttons on trousers, in an almost comic hurry. No more than 30 seconds pass until the hall is full of 17 buck naked children, all holding a pile of clothing. Some strategically placed to cover as yet unexposed bits. "Well, what are you waiting for I told you to put those clothes over there, jump to it, jump to it" this from Ms Denver pointing once more at the far wall. "And when you get back keep those hands at your sides, do not cover yourselves. Trust me not one of you have anything we haven't seen before, and by the end of the day we will all be intimately familiar with them in any case". The younger children seem least affected by their nudity far more used to being naked in front of parents, baby-sitters and the like. The older children were suffering far more acutely, the 4 children aged over 11 particularly so. There were 3 boys including Thomas Cooper and Robbie the boy Ruth stood next too, the final boy was a plain nondescript child, notable however for being the only child present with a light down of black hair on his groin. His penis also a respectable 3 inches in length, but so thin that it gave the appearance of no more than a little pencil poking out of his pubis. "Ruth, hands at your sides dear." these words of encouragement from her mother Heather, exasperated at the sight of Ruth trying to hobble back to her position in the queue, trying in vain to cover her flat breasts, vagina and bottom with only two hands. Mr Coyne walked back and forth along the line of naked and embarassed children, visually inspecting each child. "Mrs Cooper, you did say that Ruth was 14 earlier didn't you?" "That's right born January 21st 1999, Mr Coyne" replies George Cooper on his wife's behalf "Why is there a problem?". "Oh no, I'm just surprised that's all. Some 97% of girls have at least some breast development and flaring of hips by her age" he explained, with these words he run his hands along Ruth's front, and then down to rest on her flat hips. "Were it not for her obvious lack of a penis, as can be seen on her partner here I would have assumed that she was a boy." This damning indictment on her womanly charms was coupled with Mr Coyne's hand trailing his left hand down the slope of her bald slit, and with his right hand casually lifting and displaying the boy Robbie's budding pricklet standing next to her. The impact of this casual manipulation of girl and boy genitalia could have been no more different on the child handled. Ruth flushed visibly a pink and sobbed gently at the indignity, whilst Robbie's pricklet stiffened and raised due to the caress of Mr Coyne's hand, and no doubt aide in this rise to prominence by the fact that Robbie was watching with glee and a feeling in his groin he did not fully understand, to the sight of a 14 yr. girl, no matter how boyish. being lightly fingered mere feet from his bulging eyes. Stepping back Mr Coyne released his hold on Ruth and Robbie, Robbie's prick standing firm and proud defying gravity even with the caress of Mr Coyne's hands gone. "The physiological development of children can take many forms, and it is recommended that as many of these 'forms' are implemented, so as to provide a breadth of experience to your children. Of course some techniques are available only for boys and vice versa for the girls. I would like first to practice the classic and most common form of exercise, that of masturbation. It is believed that this process will be the most common form of daily physiological exercise" Mr Coyne lectured the parents ignoring the sight of 17 children shifting uneasily in front of him. The children despite being surrounded by acres of nude pre pubertal skin for some reason found the bare skin of there are own feet almost magnetic, as they all seemed to be staring at them. "Now we need to demonstrators - you "pointing at a 9yr old girl and you, this towards Thomas the oldest of the Cooper boys "come here and stand here facing the front". The two children shuffled forward from the line of naked children. They seem less affected now by their nudity and quickly comply with Mr Coyne's directions. When the two had settled into position Mr Coyne walked up and stood immediately behind the girl, while Ms Denver stood behind Thomas. Mr Coyne then learnt round the girls body with his right hand whilst holding her steady with his other hand on her left shoulder. He then gently began stroking his middle finger up the girls slit, with each stroke gently pushing her nether lips gently to the sides. At the same time Ms Denver reached around and took hold of Thomas' penis between her thumb and two fingers. She then gently pushed the skin of Thomas backwards bumping into the tiny flare of Thomas's penis glans and exposing the pink tip to the eyes of the remaining 15 children and 20 parents. She then reversed the direction and caressed Thomas' foreskin back into place. Ms Denver maintained her slow pace and Thomas reacted as all young boys will to such attention and hardened under the ministrations, regardless of the fact that he was being wanked in front of all these strangers. "OK children, please take hold of your own pee pee's and cunny holes and do what we are doing" this command came from Mr Coyne who throughout his command had not slackened the pace of his pussy rubbing finger. "And continue until you have an orgasm. For those who have not had an orgasm before you will experience something like an all over tickle, but concentrated in your 'down there parts', Children start now." At this 12 boyish hands took hold of their dicks and began rubbing them, and 3 girlish fingers found their respective vaginas and gingerly rubbed away. "Put some effort into it children, this is not a game concentrate, work those fingers" this from Ms Denver who was giving Thomas the best handjob of his brief life, and as of 12 months ago Thomas was no novice at penis rubbing. Despite his desire to extend the sensations of his first non-self given handjob Thomas spurred on by Ms Denver's expert manipulations and the fact that one of her breasts was brushing on Thomas' head as she lent over, let himself go with a yelp of fierce joy dry cumming at the hands of Ms Denver, "Ooohhhh,,oohhh, don't, don't stop arragggghhhhh." such was his happy grinning expression and exclamation of pleasure that some of the observing parents applauded, and one mother leaned over to Heather and George Cooper saying "Oh he is simply adorable, you must be proud". "Ooops, my your trigger happy Tommy" Mrs Denver exclaimed as the boy shook in her grasp "you didn't give me time to explain what you have to do. Children, children listen to me sweeties, when you have what Mr Coyne calls as orgasm - don't stop rubbing boy" commanding a young boy of 7 who had stopped to listen to her, "you can listen and wank at the same time - you must let your parents know what has happened. The new law says your parents must keep tabs of these happy 'feelings' so you MUST say 'Mummy, daddy I am cumming'". "Now don't worry Thomas you weren't to know what you was supposed to do, so I won't have to punish you for not saying it. However we must ensure you know how to do it properly, So I will just start rubbing you again" with that she restarts her slow up and down motion on Thomas' now slightly sore penis, which despite its recent heroic performance still responded to the woman's touch. "and don't forget Thomas next time tell everybody, do you understand sweety." "Yes Ma'am" replies Steven who would have promised anything to the woman who was giving him such a luxurious handjob. Over the next 5 minutes 17 "I'm coming mummy, I'm coming Daddy's' rang around the hall. Now only one child remained, Thomas who despite the expert attentions of Ms Denver was having trouble reaching his second orgasm in 5 minutes. As the audience looked on Thomas felt a welcome tingle build, his breathing labouring, as Ms Denver taking pity on him began speeding up her strokes until finally; "I'm cumming Daddy" Thomas blurted out his hips jerking back and forth as he began fucking Ms Denver's hand rather than the other way around until he jerked once last time and head bowed moaned softly at his massive release, sweat beaded his forehead despite the fact that Ms Denver had done the work. "Well done everybody, and particularly impressive Thomas. Let me see..." With these words of praise Mr Coyne walked down the line of post orgasmic boy penis's now flaccid and shrunken, looking at the wooden floor before the children, occasionally stopping before one of the older boys and fondling the shrivelled dicks and pulling back the foreskins he found with his fingers in a quick examination. "Amazing. Ladies, Gentleman it seems that not one of these boys is yet capable of producing seminal plasma" seeing the looks of confusion on the faces of the parents "that's the liquid part of 'cum' but not the sperm - In layman's terms all the boys here are immature 'dry cummers'. I suppose given that the oldest boy here is only 11 they can be forgiven, but today many if not most children are quite capable of 'wet cumming' by the age of 11." he explained. The 13 boys who had endured the forced public jerk off exercise, now shifted their feet as they heard the instructor belittle their maturity. "But not to worry some of these lads look ready for a developmental growth spurt" he reassured the onlooking parents. "This is one of the reasons behind the need for regular physiological exercising" Ms Denver interjected "it allows you as parents and guardians to know when their children have entered into puberty, well the boys at least". * * * "After 5 minute coffee break we will go on to explore anal and vaginal stimulation. Children there is orange juice and biscuits out in the hall. Parents we have laid on Tea and coffee for you" Mr Coyne advised the audience as the children cooled down and the parents talked amongst themselves discussing the scenes they had seen. "Welcome back everybody" Mr Coyne started as the final child shifted back into line following the break. "The next part of tonight's course is exploring the preferred manner of stimulating anuses and vaginas, Now as you can see during the break Ms Denver and I have lined up a number of 'insertion devices'. You may think they look suspiciously like miniture dildos and vibrators, but you would be wrong. These devices have been especially designed for the pre adult market by experts from the Institute for effective parenting.". "How then do they differ from the one my wife keeps hidden in her bedroom drawer" Mr Cooper enquired. "George... Sssshhhh don't tell everybody" this from a mortified Heather who underlined her point with an elbow into her husbands ribs. Ignoring this by-play Mr Coyne responded "They differ in a number of ways from traditional sex toys. The first and most above is size. These tools are designed to fit the size of the pre teen anus and vagina, without risking the tears that full sized dildos etc. may cause. Secondly these tools are self lubricating, they have micro-pores throughout the shaft which emit lubrication gel which is handily contained in an inner reservoir, and finally they designed for durability, these are tools rather than toys and they are built to be used on a daily basis without wearing or splitting." "I think the best way of demonstrating these tools is a practical demonstration. Lets see, yes you the boy who thinks life should be fair" a startled Thomas Cooper looks back to his mother and father, who wave him forward, "and for the girl, I think we will go for age, Ruth up here" Mr Coyne pats the black spanking table which now had a line of 'stimulation tools' laid along its length. The two Cooper siblings made there way to the front of the hall and stood shamefacedly in front of the table. With a swift movement Mr Coyne grabbed Thomas, one hand cupping his buttocks and the other his chest, and with a heave of his arms lifts Thomas onto the table top. "Thomas, on your hands and knees, bottom towards us" Mr Coyne directs. Thomas remembering the fate of the boys bottom who was last perched on the spanking table quickly complied, turning over and shifting into position. "Knees a little further apart Tommy." asks Ms Denver who separates the boys thighs herself by the simple expedient of pushing her hands in between the two thighs and pushing outwards until she was satisfied with Thomas's positioning. As she stood back to admire her handiwork and allowed the rest of the audience to feast their eyes on Thomas's bottom spread wide, the dark cleft between the cheeks slightly separated displaying a puckered hole, Thomas's penis barely visible drained twice and shrunken hanging limply down just visible through the gap in his thighs. Ms Denver leans forward and separates Thomas's cheeks widely apart, moving her face closer for a better look. So close that Thomas could feel her breath on his exposed anus. "Well its tight but your cleanliness is not up to standard, normally before any anal activity I recommend a deep through enema, but we don_t have time tonight so we will have to carry on regardless" Turning away from Thomas' bottom Ms Denver delivers 4 hard slaps which each leave an individual red hand print on Tommy's displayed bottom. "We did not pack the enema solution tonight but here use these" Mr Coyne passed over a box of lemon scented hand wipes to his companion. Who taking a handful of the proffered tissues began scrubbing briskly up and down the humiliated boys crack. "Another benefit of keeping your child nude when examining or punishing them, is that it will permit parents to quickly examine the toiletry failings of their offspring" offered Mr Coyne as the audience watched Thomas have his bottom cleaned as you would a babies. The children alternated between fits of giggling, and frowns of worry, perhaps fearing that they too could suffer the indignities being inflicted on Thomas. The adults nodded sagely at the words of Mr Coyne, whilst Heather and George Cooper looked on with expression of tight-lipped fury, which predicted that the few slaps already inflicted on Thomas's bottom would be far from the last. "Where a child has difficulties managing their own toiletry requirements we do recommend that parents or a trusted sibling be given responsibility for cleaning a child, until they learn" Mr Coyne continued. "Oh trust me, he will be taught how to clean himself" Mrs Cooper replies "Do you hear me Thomas Harold Cooper, it looks like I will have to potty train you again". Thomas his face red with shame winced when he heard the universal parental warning of his mother addressing him with his full name, middle name included. "Now that we have cleaned little Thomas up lets proceed." Ms Denver with this word pulls on two latex gloves and picks up a squeeze tube from the table top. "Many of you have heard accounts of dildos etc. being forced up orifices without lubrication. The College for Training Parents advises most strongly against this practice, as it may cause physical tears to the anus, such activities are best left to porn and the imagination. Before commencing any anal or indeed vaginal penetration you should use lots of lubrication" with these words Ms Denver squeezes a liberal amount of a clear gel on her latexed fingers. Reaching forward starts smearing her lubricated fingers in a circular motion around Thomas anus. Each circle of her finger decreasing into the finger stops right on the entrance to Thomas' rectum. Ms Denver squeezes another thick dollop of gel onto her finger and then with a sudden thrust her index finger goes fully into young Thomas' bottom. With a slow pistoning motion Ms Denver repeatedly penetrating Thomas' anal ring. Each penetration accompanied by a soft grunt from Thomas. Ms Denver turns back to Tommy's exposed and now sore bottom hole which was leaking a little lubrication down his crack tickling his inner thighs as it ran down; squeezing another dollop of gel onto two of her fingers she aims the fingers back to her target. Seeing the direction these two fingers were heading Ruth winced in sympathy, as she stood next to her brothers naked abused bottom. With a sudden push both fingers speared deep into Thomas, "Aaaarrrrghhhhh, stop you're ripping me apart" screamed an anguished Thomas who felt like Ms Denver had just stabbed him in his bottom with a red hot poker. "As you can see, I am doing no such thing and I would advise you to ignore any such statements from the targeted child" Ms Denver reassures her audience continuing her sawing motion in and out of Steven's arse. With an audible pop her two fingers are extracted from Thomas, his anal ring white and stretched around the two intruding fingers, quickly closes and returns to normal with their removal, the smear of lubrication now the only sign of the fingering he had just suffered. Tommy however not being in a position, unlike everyone else in the room, to see the limited effects of his anal deflowering believed that his anus was still wide open and would never fully close again. Ms Denver rolled the soiled glove of her hand and drops it in a bin located by the table. She dithers for a moment before selecting a dildo from the selection in front of her on the table. She turns to the parents holding up the dildo for inspection. The dildo is thin, 1/2 inch in diameter and 3 inches in length. A closer look shows a narrowing of the width at the bottom which will enable it to remain in place when held by a child's closed sphincter. "This is the grade 1 anal training probe. It is designed for use in children from the age of 6 upwards. The grade 2 is slightly larger being around 3-1/4 inches long and 5/8 inch in diameter. The grade 3 is 3-1/2 inches long with a 7/8 inch diameter. "Normally an 11 year old would be expected to cope adequately with a grade 4 unit." At this point Mr Coyne picks up another of the dildos from the table, this one 1-1/16 inches in diameter and some 4 inches long. "However obviously Thomas here is starting his training late" and as with all training it is best to start of slow and sure, then to go straight out for the biggest or heaviest training regime going. However for larger and older children larger sizes may be appropriate but you should seek advice from the Institute or an institute approved Doctor, before exceeding sizr recommendations". Ms Denver swiftly coats the length of the small dildo with gel. Placing her left hand next to Thomas' hole she directs the tip of the training dildo to oily entrance. A swift push and an inch of the dildo enters, a soft wheeze blows out of Thomas's nose as he comes to terms with the cold hard intruder in his rectum, an entirely different feel to the warmth of the fingers it replaced. Another push and this time it goes a full 3 inches in. With a twisting motion corkscrew motion Ms Denver slowly buggers Thomas who groans with each deep twisting thrust. With a final deep thrust Ms Denver leaves the dildo locked in place, Thomas despite his normal anal reflex unable to expel the intruder, as his anal muscles clenched the indentation built into the dildos length designed for this express purpose. "People you can see that Ms Denver has only penetrated Thomas's anus for a minute at most" Mr Coyne starts "a normal period of physiological training would be a minimum of 15 minutes. Ms Denver could you switch the training unit on and we can then take some questions from the audience." With a nod Ms Denver presses a small button in the base of the dildo poking out of Thomas causing it to vibrate. This vibration causes Thomas to squirm as the intruding shaft vibrates against the wall of his rectum, to stop himself crying he hangs his head down and gently bites his own hand. "Are there are any questions about anal training?" Mr Coyne inquires as Ms Denver steps back admiring the trembling her vibrating dildo caused in Thomas's cute bottom behind. "I have a question, what is the position on anal training via the use of the real penis's?" this asked by one of the fathers. "That depends on a number of factors. We do not recommend that adult penis's are used on pre teen anuses given the size of an adult penis, and the fact that anal 'fucking' provides less control than the use of an approved dildo. However in the case of teenage boys and girls, and exceptionally in pre teens of well above average size, anal sex by a father can be a wonderful training exercise. The closeness that such acts bring to fathers and their children can be most beneficial. However your first thought must be the physical health of your child, and so such activities should be avoided in the young or the physically small. If done with love and care such actions may be considered, but remember that a minimum period of anal training is 15 minutes, and most men with their penis in their sons anus will do amazingly well to last half that time." "Good point." the father replies, his disappointment obvious to all. "However there are some alternatives to the use of real adult cocks" Ms Denver pipes up "I heartily recommend the use of strap on's. Which are available in unisex formats. This allows the parents to physically involve themselves in anal physiological training, but allows the use of dildos of an appropriate size for as long as is required. Also bear in mind that we only recommend caution in the use of adult penis's due to their size. However it has been shown that the physical endowment of children is perfect physiologically speaking for anal intercourse. Therefore requiring siblings to have anal intercourse is a good idea. As the penis size is not a problem and that if one sibling performs on another sibling. than both the recipient and the performer have met one of their daily physiological exercise requirements". At this the parents nod approvingly, mulling over in their heads how these suggestions could be put into practice in their own homes" . However amongst the children an entirely different reaction was forthcoming. Lee and Richard Cooper shared a horrified look at each other and then at their older brother as he knelt on the table with his anus fully plugged, suspecting rightly that their parents would gleefully consider such practices. "I have a question, how often should anal intercourse take place?" this from Heather Cooper. "A good question, whilst handjobs and blowjobs can really be done as often as you feel. Anal insertions should be restricted to say once a day or once every other day. Otherwise inflammation of the anal muscles is possible, and if anal training is taken to extremes than there is also the risk of degrading anal muscle control." "Any other questions? No? then lets move on to vaginal training, Ruth up on the table, sitting down legs spread, facing towards us" at these directions from Mr Coyne, Ruth's heart sank, she hoped forlornly that she would be forgotten. Resignedly she hopped up onto the table her thin legs hanging over the ledge and pussy positioned right on the edge. "The same warnings about adult size insertions and anuses should also be applied to pre teen vaginas" warned Ms Denver as she walked over towards Ruth, casually flicking the dildo in Thomas's butt back to the off position, much to his and his sore bottys relief. "An adult penis in an undeveloped vagina can cause tears and cause psychological reluctance for many years. Therefore we only recommend the use of full size equipment from the age of 13 onwards, and then only with great care." "But as we can see with this little girl here" Ms Denver continues her hand cupping Ruth's bald slit, "this is not an absolute rule. Ruth here is very immature for her age and despite being 14 is still pre pubertal". At this Ruth buries her head at the stares her boyish figure received from the parents and children. "So Ruth is not physically ready for a full size penis. However for the more mature teen, physical intercourse with adults is perfectly acceptable, and for those worried about pregnancy, stop worrying, the Government has decided to administer compulsory contraception drugs to all children, through compulsory depot injections. These will be combined with the standard inoculations children receive throughout their childhood." "Ruth here however is not ready for sex with you Mr Cooper" a nod to Ruth's father who was taking a very close good look at his daughters body for the first time in 6 years, "or indeed with a teenage boy" Ms Denver continues. "However she could easily take a boys smaller penis or an appropriately sized, lets say grade 2 vaginal probe" at Ms Denver's words Mr Coyne showed the audience yet another dildo from the table top, this one around 4 inches in length and an inch wide, "lets see do we have a volunteer amongst you boys who is prepared to lend Ruth his dicky for the night?". Ms Denver smiles towards the 12 seated boys. A display of blushes and shy smiles were returned, a single hand was raised, this belonging to Robbie, "Please Miss, I want too." "and what is you want to do to little Ruth" Ms Denver prompted. "I want to put my thingy in her, to help her physssi, phisiolocal, help her grow up proper like Miss" he manages to blurt out blushing deep red at the request he was making, but certain that his embarrassment was a small price to pay for the chance of 'doing' it for the first time with a real life girl. "Yes, I am sure that the only reason you want to help is out concern for Ruth's development" Mr Coyne remarks from where he was standing by the table, "and nothing whatsoever about getting your end away". Another burst of laughter issues from the parents surrounding the gaggle of seated naked children, at this Robbie blushes even redder and sheepishly smiles. "However seeing as you are our only volunteer, today is your lucky day, go over to Ms Denver who will ready you for action so to speak." Mr Coyne advices the horny preteen. Robbie jumps over and stands before the attractive female instructor. "Now vaginal intercourse exercises require two things." explains Mr Coyne. "A vagina provided courtesy of young Ruth here, and an erect penis. However Robbie here does not seem to be holding his end of the bargain up, so to speak." looking down at Robbies limp penis. At this both Ruth and Robbie squirmed as they heard this strange man describe the private parts to all and sundry. "Ms Denver, if you would be so good as to remedy Robbie's obvious 'shortcomings' " this cruel observation causes Robbie and Ruth to share a little look of mutual sympathy, at Mr Coyne's ascerbic wit. "Now children I want you to gather round and closely observe this performance, there may be questions later. Ms Denver." with this Mr Coyne stood back leaving Ms Denver and Robbie alone. Ms Denver knelt on her knees in front of Robbie, she extended her arm between Robbie_s thighs and delicately trailed her fingers along his perineum, tracing the outline of the small 11 year olds testicles, before finally finding the shaft and holding it gently she drew back Robbie_s foreskin, until fully retracted Robbie_s pale pink cock head was seen by all. A dip of her head and coupled with a gasp of amazement from the children Ms Denver slowly licked the underside of the exposed glans. After her lick a wet trail of saliva could be seen on Robbie's prick, but this saliva trail was soon lost to sight as Ms Denver swallowed the 2.5 pricklet which had only slightly hardened at her initial attention fully into her mouth, until her red lips brushed against the hairless groin of Robbie. With this Robbie let out a groan of anguished ecstasy, as the expert oral attentions on his prick, had the desired effect and despite its earlier orgasm, hardened into readiness. While these ministrations were being performed on Robbie's prick, Mr Coyne gave a running commentary. "As you can see oral sex is also a recommended physiological exercise. Whilst today Robbie is enjoying the attentions of a trained fellatrix in Ms Denver, oral sex exercises can be just as effective when performed by a child's parents, siblings or indeed any suitable individual of any age. I would also like to stress that despite the fact that we are watching a woman give a boy a blowjob, there is no reason why it could not be boy- boy, girl-girl. Indeed those parents with a number of children can ease the task of ensuring your children have sufficient opportunities for exercise. One time saving tip is to have siblings '69' each other, whether this be two brothers, 2 sisters or a boy/girl combination. After all a boys penis and a little girls cunny don't know whether it is a male tongue or a female tongue - Err Ms Denver you had best stop before Robbie is overcome, after all he has a job in front of him" Mr Coyne reminds his fellow instructor as she enthusiastically sucked the cute prick in her mouth. However with an obvious reluctance she stopped her task, pulling away, and displaying a rock hard 3 inch penis, poking proudly out of Robbie_s groin at a 45 degree angle. Mr Coyne smiling at his female instructor counterpart walked over to Robbie and with a hand on a shoulder walked the boy over until he stood between Ruth's dangling legs. "Robbie when having intercourse with a young lady, and particularly a virgin, You are still a virgin aren't you girl?" he asked the mortified Ruth. "Yes sir" Ruth replied acutely aware of the piercing gaze her father was giving her, then realising that her father was staring at her naked body, with an equally nude and erect boy standing between her legs, were they dangled over the black leather table she sat upon, blushed an even deeper red. "Good, you can't be sure these days, well Robbie when having intercourse with a young teen virgin, it is important that even when we are dealing with a small penis like yours" with this critique Mr Coyne leaned over and slowly wanked the penis back to full hardness as it began to show signs of flagging, the effects of Ms Denver's wet blowjob a fading memory. "Is to use plenty of lubrication, here use this gel, that's it squeeze plenty on you fingers, now first smear the outer lips" he advised the boy, who readily followed the advice and began gently massaging the greasy gel into Ruth's nether lips. "One good thing with pre-pubertal girls" Mr Coyne addressed to the audience "Is that the lack of pubic hair allows for a close observation of the child's genitalia. Robbie that's enough for the outside of Ruth's lips, reload with gel and this time smear the gel in the inside of the lips, you can part the outer lips with your other hand to ensure full coverage". Robbie having spent the past few moments rubbing gel in Ruth's vagina, and being slowly masturbated by Mr Coyne, was realising that unless he was allowed to fuck Ruth and soon it would be to late, the build up of an orgasm starting in his tingling balls. "That will do Robbie. Ruth lay back, and spread those hips wider, Now Robbie let me guide you into place" with these words Mr Coyne pulled Robbie forward by his penis and pushed his bottom with his free hand, carefully lining up Robbie_s pricklet with the entrance to Ruth's entrance. Taking a half step back Mr Coyne delivered a roundhouse slap on Robbie_s bottom causing him to jerk forward with a surprise yelp of pain. A yelp echoed by Ruth as Robbie_s jerk forward impaled Ruth with a full 3 inches of cock. Ruth looking up saw Robbie_s face contorted into a grimace of amazement, so hilarious to the pre pubertal 14 year olds eyes that she could not decide whether to laugh or cry, at the shame of being fucked in front of her parents and these others for the first time. Before she could decide she heard Robbie scream out after only two awkward thrusts into her soft body, "I'm coming mummy, aah aahh I'm cummmmingg." with a final spasm Robbie come in a massive dry orgasm. Is that it Ruth thought, 2 jabs of his thingy, and not even deep enough to break my virginity she thought, echoing the disappointment many a young girl has experienced at the hands of a boys lack of control. "Remind me of my first time, two seconds and it was all over." this from a father in the audience. A roar of laughter braking out amongst the parents, and bemused stares of incomprehension amongst the children. Realising his humiliating failure as a lover had been demonstrated to a large audience of amused onlookers Robbie started crying softly. His mother walked out from where she stood and put a comforting arm around her nude son, not seeming to notice the boys deflating penis stained as it was with smears of gel and juices from Ruth's virginal juices. Ruth sensing that her part in this had come to an end sat up and levered herself of the table. Her thighs liberally coated with the gel which had been used running down to mid thigh, her hole still slightly open where it had been forcibly penetrated, feeling a twinge in her deflowered hole Ruth gently rubbed her sore cunny with a hand. "RUTH COOPER, stop playing with yourself, what are you some kind of insatiable slut." her father roared out "You are never to touch yourself 'down there' unless I or your mother tell you too, Do I make myself clear?". "Yes sir, sorry sir, it was just that I was sore from what the boy did to me..." she explained. "Quiet, what that boy did for you was for your own good, as directed by the Government. You should stop whining and thank him... Well." this from Ruth's mother who was just as embarrassed at the display of her daughters loose morals. Seeing that mother was deadly serious turned to Robbie who by now sat on his mothers lap, head buried in her ample bosom, "Thank you Robbie, for taking the time to develop me sexually, and putting your thingy in me, It was nice off you." she managed to say, although she felt anything but thankful to Robbie, who had taken her virginity and given her absolutely no pleasure, and now she had to thank this pathetic child. "Everybody it is now time for the final lesson for tonight" Ms Denver proclaimed to the audience in an attempt to ease the tension caused by Robbie_s love making failures. "Fortunately the developmental machines we have here" waving a hand to the two black machines which had loomed in the corner all night, "do not suffer from premature ejaculation, or indeed as Robbie here is still a dry cummer, premature orgasm" Ms Denver jokes weakly. "Sharon, Steven front and centre" she barks. the two juvenile delinquents who for past 30 minutes or so had been standing at the end wall, button noses pressed firmly to the wall, and red bottoms brightly shining pointing at the assembled crowd. "These two here will demonstrate the wonders of the Mk3 Independent Masturbatory Machines, known as MM3's. Sharon to the far machine, Steven to the other" she points the two children towards the 2 black machines. "Everybody, gather round the two machines please" she asks the assembled parents and children. "What we have here are machines for the automatic stimulation of children. You will note we have two models here, there are basically the same model but one has been set up for male users and one for females." Ms Denver explained. Both machine were a matt black in colour and in the shape of a capital 'L'. the lower horizontal bar of the 'L' was saddle shaped with 2 holes in the center. The vertical bar of the machines had a further two holes drilled in them about 2 feet up from the saddle, whilst the outside of the tower had a 14 inch screen at eye level with a small keyboard beneath it. Mr Coyne walked over to the nearest machine and taking a small thin 3.5 inch dildo from a box he carried under his are and inserted it into the rear hole on the saddle, snapping it with a click. The purpose of the machine becoming more apparent to the onlookers. Walking past the first machine he carried onto the 2nd machine and inserted an identical dildo into the machine, however this time he drew a slightly thicker and larger 4 inch dildo and with another twist and click inserted this dildo into the forward saddle hole. Having completed his adjustments he turned to the onlooking audience, "As you may have guessed the first machine has been set up for the use of boys, and the second for girls." Turning back to the machines he pulled out a clear plastic tube, trailing a black rubber cable behind it. Inside the tube appeared a number of black rings spaced along its lengths. The trailing cable was hooked into a socket at the base of the tower, whilst the tube itself was fastened into the remaining hole of the 'boy' machine. Moving over to the female machine Mr Coyne fastened two small tubes ending in small suction cups into the upper tower sockets. "As you can see the lower tube which I fitted is designed to a hold and milk a boys penis. The two suction leads fitted onto the female machine are designed for attaching to a child's nipples thereby increasing blood flow and sensitivity. These nipple cups are unisex and could just as easily be used on male nipples as they can on girls nipples" he explained stepping back and checking the fit of the attached devices. Stepping forward Mr Coyne pressed a button on the first machines keyboard causing a low hum to start. The screen on the machine flickered on showing a number of menus. "These machines are all computer controlled and operated." Ms Denver proudly proclaimed as she walked up to the first, "Please ladies, gentleman come closer I need to demonstrate the menu system to you." "The purpose of these menus is to enable the parent to determine the exact exercises that their child will experience. As you can see the first selection required is the gender of the rider. As you see I simply select 'Male'. I'm now asked what output channels are active, this refers to what exercises are required, for tonight I activate the anal and penis sleeve and deselect the nipple cups, and vaginal dildo." with this Ms Denver presses a couple of keys and finishes with a flourish by pressing presses the 'Enter' key. "If you look closely you will see that the dildo is now self lubricating" the parents crane the heads closer, making out a sheen of oil covering small anal dildo, "All attachment dildos contain inbuilt micro-pores, which allow for a constant stream of lubrication to be drawn from the lubrication tanks fitted inside the machines. For the safety of your child there are also sensors built into the dildos which feedback's the state of the vaginal and anal muscles, enabling the machines to increase and decrease lubrication as appropriate, a second benefit of these sensors is there ability to check the veracity of orgasms at a physical level, which is particular benefit for the younger dry cummers. "Steven, assume the position." at her command Steven moves over and gingerly mounts the machine, his anus positioned over the protruding anal spike. "And lower...", with a wince Steven slowly lowers his red bottom the anal probe nudging his anal ring, and then as Steven shifts his position slowly impales the boy, until a couple of seconds later his cheeks are firmly planted on the seat, the probe now snugly inserted up his teenage rectum, even now pressing ever so slightly on his prostrate. Mr Coyne who had watched impassively as Steven slowly buggered his own backside on the uncaring machine walked over and fastened the milking tube securely into place, enveloping the boys penis, and with a small whoosh the machine sucked the air from the tube causing the tube to secure itself firmly on the shaft. Then Mr Coyne strapped Steven's thighs down flat onto the saddle with two straps attached to the sides of the machine. "Thank you Mr Coyne. now if you would direct yourself back to the screens I will demonstrate how to program an exercise package into the machine. We now specify how many orgasms are required, the machine will allow any number up to 9 to be entered, however it takes an exceptional virile boy to come 9 times in a single session, and little Steven is in no way remarkable in the sexual development stakes", this causing Steven to lower his eyes, which gave rise to amused stares from the parents who surrounded the machine and boy. "Today I will be merciful and select 3 orgasms, say thank you Steven for my generosity" Ms Denver teased. "Thank you Ms Denver for only making me have 3 orgasms" Steven resignedly replied. Ms Denver turned back to the screen and continued her demonstration, "The next step is to determine the length of anal training required, which today will be 15 minutes. However the machine will allow up to 59 minutes for anal stimulation, and up to 4 hours for vaginal stimulation." seeing the looks of disappointment on the faces of the parents, particularly George and Heather Cooper, she hurried on "but don't worry. If you feel longer is required than you can simply reset the program for another session when the first session finishes." "As you can see the machine is now asking for special instructions. these are special instructions used either for medical tests or additional punishment. For example there is a command that allows the machine to spray irritant gel into an orifice rather than standard lubrication, I can't demonstrate that tonight as this machine has only been filled with standard gel. Another command will assess the any extracted sperm for sperm count, consistency etc. and provide a printout. Today we need not worry about that so I will just press 'accept' and voila" at this the low hum of the machine increased and Steven began groaning as the dildo began thrusting into his rectum, with each thrust scraping his prostate. The tube began milking his penis the inner rings in the tube gently flexing and alternately gripping and releasing his shaft. The sensations quickly hardening his teenage prick, and after only a few seconds Steven began shaking held down only by the thigh straps, his mouth drops and a low groan of pleasure escapes his lips. A small but thick string of sperm erupts from his penis and can be seen being sucked up the penis tube and taken into the machine. Beeeeppp - Subject (Steven) has had 1 orgasm of 3. Beeeepppp, a metallic sounding voice issues from the machine. "Oh yes, I should explain about the reporting functions of the machine" Ms Denver adds when the computerised beep ends, "These machines are designed to notify parents of the progress of the exercise. It can do this in two ways. By giving a running commentary as you can hear. A more advanced function is however available if you have some RCA cables you can actually link up the screen on the machine into a computer monitor or the family TV set, allowing you to view the progress of your child or indeed record it for later. Let me show you, lets see I press this and this, yes there we go". At these words the machines inbuilt screen changes over to a video picture of the face and upper torso of Steven, graphically showing his post orgasmic facial expression, and the twinges lancing through his features as the machine relentlessly massages his sore penis, not caring that he was still super sensitive from his recent orgasm. "The Screen receives pictures from two inbuilt video cameras, one focuses on the upper torso and face of the child, while the other is focused on the genital area. This allows the machine operator to gain a good overall assessment of the subjects physical condition. You can also switch between the two camera feeds at the press of a button". With this Ms Denver demonstrates by taping a key with a dramatic flourish, the screen now displaying a picture of Steven's encased penis. Despite the plastic tube obscuring the penis shaft the soreness of Steven's penis is obvious to all the onlookers, a darkening pink hue clear to see even through the plastic of the tube. "If any of you parents have a good digital TV, then I can recommend setting up picture-in-picture. This enables you to keep an eye on your child whilst watching your soaps or sports. One enterprising parent has gone so far as to tie in the video feed from the machine onto a projector which displays in full 20 foot glory along a whitewashed external wall outside their house. His children and their orgasms are quite the local event with people coming from miles around to view the show. Lets leave Steven to his exercising and set up Sharon's machine. Can I ask for a volunteer to try their hand at programming an exercise regime for young Sharon. At this offer every parent and surprisingly several of the children who had until now kept out of the eye line of their parents, in case the parents got any funny ideas, hands shot up. "You Sir, Mr Cooper? is it" Ms Denver enquires, to which George nods. "Follow me please Mr Cooper. Sharon assume the position" this last order sending Sharon scurrying to the saddle of the 2nd machine. It takes but a few moments for Sharon to stand over the two dildos, trying unsuccessfully to line them up with her anus and vagina. After watching her fidget for a few moments Mr Coyne finally lost what little patience he had, and striding over to her, lined up the two protruding dildos with their respective holes, and then pushed down Sharon down in a slow unstoppable descent. The cry she let loose as her 13 year old body was penetrated in such a manner caused a few of the younger children to hold their hands over their ears. "Quiet child." Mr Coyne orders her and emphasises his words with a stinging slap on her inner thigh, "remember you are here to be punished, if you keep this caterwauling up I will double your time with us". At this threat Sharon quickly stifled her cry, despite the pain the two lubricated prongs had caused her, as the filled her holes. Seeing Mr Coyne attaching the nipple suction cups and strapping Sharon's thighs down Mr Cooper examine the machines menu system. "this seems easy. First we are dealing with a girl [click], turn on the vaginal, anal and nipple units [click, click, click]". At this a soft moan issues from Sharon indicates that the dildos were indeed readying for action, the machine increasing lubrication as it senses the sore dryness of the victims vagina and raw anal ring. "Next question is how many orgasms, now girls can come more easily and regularly than boys, so I will enter 5" Mr Coyne muses. "No, not 5 times please sir" Sharon begs, horrified at the thought of being raped to 6 orgasms in public. "Oh you don't want just 5 orgasms, greedy girl well all right, lets say 6, don't say I'm not considerate" George Cooper smiles at Sharon deliberately misunderstanding Sharon's pleading request. "And finally lets say 15 minutes for your arse and cunt" he crudely informs Sharon, "What's this, oh yes, no specials today, and we accept [click]". At the final press the two dildos started gently thrusting, then building up speed the two invaders began fucking her holes in earnest. It takes only a few minutes of the dildo sliding up her wet channel, before Sharon felt the telltale signs of an impending 'cum'. BEEEP - Subject (Steven) has had 2 orgasms of 3. Beeeeppppp. Steven screaming in unison as a second load of cum was sucked down the attached tube, for a moment distracts the viewing adults from Sharon's plight. A few minutes later - Beeep - Subject (not entered) has had 1 orgasms of 6. Beeeeepppp. "Well done Mr Cooper, as you can see the machine is doing its work. The only small thing is that we recommend always adding a subjects name, so when an orgasm is announced the child in question is clearly identified, it adds to the shame and helps reduce unnecessary modesty. "Mr Coyne advises, "Now if you follow me over to our ordering table, you can place your orders for equipment, we can sell canes, paddles, graded dildo sets, lubrication refills, and of course take orders for these machines. It's OK just leave these two having their fun, I and Ms Denver we unstrap them when we finish packing up in an hour or so." Mr Coyne reassures the parents who were sending enquiring looks at the two children as they rode their machines, their heads whipping back and forth their hips lewdly flexing as the machine carried on stimulating them regardless. "I do feel like I have forgotten something, what could it be." the bemused instructor says. At a hand from his female counterpart he turns and finally remembers his unfinished work; "Thomas, you can take that thing out of your bottom now child and rejoin your parents." at these words the forgotten Cooper boy slowly pulls out the anal invader with a wince, rolling off the table he starts to waddle over to his family, waddling in order to keep his anus from rubbing between his bottom cheeks. "NO boy don't bring that dirty thing over here" Ms Denver bellows as Thomas gingerly holds his anal dildo in one hand, "Leave it in the spanking table." "Parents as you can see after a session the tools you have used will need cleaning. I recommend making the children do the initial cleaning as it reinforces their submission to you and the process, but you should always sterilise the equipment after use, for hygiene reasons, particularly id you are going to share one or two dildos amongst your offspring's orifices". "Ladies, Gentleman after you have placed any orders for equipment you want, I will issue you with your parenting license, and remember people the sooner you start these exercise in your own homes, the better." Chapter 4 - The Cooper Boys go Skiing. The last discordant notes of 'all things bright and beautiful' faded into the echoing rafters of the school hall. Mr Browne the Head teacher of Manor Hill Middle School stood up on the hall stage and surveyed the lines of children seated before him. His eyes resting briefly at the 3 Cooper children who stood out like bright beacons amongst the other pupils drab blue jumpers and grey bottoms. At their parents request the 3 boys were permitted to wear only the school shirt and tie. This left their pink legs and bottoms bare, and even now they could be seen shifting their bottoms uncomfortably on the unheated floor. Smiling inwardly he remembered the letters he had received from a dozen of the parents enquiring as to whether their children could join the Cooper boys in the new school uniform arrangements. He knew that the 120 or so children arrayed before him. Secure in the knowledge that the 8 to 13 years old would not understand the meaning of the word 'Schadenfreude', although that is the word that would most closely described the malicious joy they took in the manifest misfortune befalling the Coopers. Thinking back on the letters he had received he was equally sure that some of these pupils would soon become intimately familiar with another word 'irony'. Suppressing the little tingle of 'Schadenfreude' he felt he controlled himself and began to address the pupils. "There are several notices today children. Please remember that there is to be no running in school corridors. There have been several incidents of children being hurt by such rambunctious-ness". "I would also like to congratulate the girls under 11 netball team on their victory in the Northamptonshire County tournament on Saturday". An indifferent smattering of applause greeted this victory; and this only given due to the stern eyes of the teachers strongly recommending a show at least of school spirit. "And finally I would like to remind all the children who have booked to go on the school skiing trip to Switzerland at the end of the month that the balance of the money is due by Friday. If we don't get your payment, then you won't be going. O.K. dismissed". * * * Mr Browne's eyes were ataring to swim as he tried to make sense of the list of figures in front of him, his attention distracted by the head of his secretary peering around the door. "Your 4 o'clock appointments here Mr Browne". "Thank you Mrs Tibbin's please send them straight in" Mr Browne looks up from the latest performance report he was reading, thankful for the interuption his secretary provided. His office door opens and Mr and Mrs Cooper walk. "Please take a seat" he offered shaking the parents proffered hands, "Mrs Tibbens, could you bring in some tea for Mr and Mrs Cooper please. Now how can I help you". George and Heather exchange a quick look before Heather responds "Mr Browne we have something rather delicate we need to discuss with you, you see..." "Thank you Mrs Tibben's " as the secreatry brings in a tray with refreshments "Milk? Sugar?, O.K. So you was saying there was some sort of problem?" Mr Browne asked after handing the couple their drinks. "Yes" Heather continued "Now are three boys are due to go on the skiing trip with you this weekend. You are aware that I and my husband are firm believers in the new Government policy of child rearing?" Seeing the Headmasters affirming nod she continued. "Our Children will be under your care for a week, and we are worried how this may affect their routine and adherence to the new regime". "I see, yes that does pose a problem" Mr Browne replies tapping his pursed lips with a pen, "How fully have you implemented the new regime may I ask?" "Completely Sir, spankings as and when required, nudity as and when required, and the reason we came here today we also ensure they undertake their daily developmental exercises". "Ah yes, that does pose a problem. No, no, not that I am morally opposed to 'assiting' children in that way" Mr Browne quickly explains seeing the narrowing of Mr Cooper's eyes, and remembering that his new contract of employment requires him to implement the new Regime 'as and when appropriate'. "The problem is that there will only be me and one other teacher, and perhaps a member of the PTA, if she can get the time off work. With only 2 or 3 of us looking after 15 children I just don't know where we could get the time to develop all 3 of your children". "I appreciate that Mr Browne, I know just how time consuming masturbating my 4 children can be on a daily basis" Mr Cooper responds weighing his words, "but I believe a strict routine is important for them". "Oh George I'm sure that if it's just a week, then they could cope" Heather interupts. Sensing a brewing disagreement Mr Browne had an idea. "I know why don't we see if your three boys can cope with this change in routine. However I personally promise Mr Cooper that if I feel that their developmental needs are in danger, I will personally take matters in hand". Mr Cooper nodded and rose shaking Mr Browne's hand "Thank you, please understand that I was only being so pushy because I only want what is best for my children". "No need to apologise Mr Cooper, I as their Headteacher completely agree with your concerns. Hopefully when the regime is fully running nationally and in this school, then these litle problems will have been thought through before occurring". * * * It was a cold Saturday morning with clouds hanging low and full of the promise of rain hanging over the school gates. The weather fails to dampen the spirits of the 12 children (6 boys and 6 girls) who surround the school mini bus, talking amongst themselves in excited voices. The parents chatting to themselves a little way off, waiting to wave their children off on their skiing holiday. George Cooper slows the car to a halt and applies the hand brake. "OK you three, up and at em you horrible lot" he smiles back at the three cooper boys quickly open the care doors and swarm out quickly grabbing their backpacks packed with supplies for the journey. "Wait haven't you forgotten something boys" George leans out and calls out to the boys. "Oh Dad not in public puleeezze". Begs the youngest Cooper Lee. At this request George taps his cheeks and the boys troop over and peck him quickly on the cheek. Then quickly walking over to the minibus in case any of their peers had seem them commit the unpardonable sin for big boys, of being loving and affectionate to a parent. "And don't forget to do what the teachers tell you, and to phone me and your mother the moment you get there." George calls out as the 3 Coopers hurry off to register with the Miss Hughes their form teacher who stood at the doors to the minibus a harassed look already on her face. When she and the Head Mr Browne finally get the 9 boys and 6 girls sitting and ensconced in their seats, having seen off the clinging parents and calmed down the over excited children. "Driver if you please." At his request the driver who was in fact a mother of two of the children who had been persuaded to offer her services on this trip, put the bus into gear and started off with a lurch. Grabbing the handrail to stop himself falling Mr Browne turns back to the children, "You all know the rules, no standing, no fighting and if you feel sick, and this applies particularly to you Terence" this to a pale sickly looking boy of 9 famous, at least within the school, for a susceptibility to travel sickness both in quantity and timing. Being the last children to arrive the Coopers found their seating options limited. There were only the 3 left all unfortunately window seats. Lee and Thomas quickly moved to their seats. Thomas sitting next to Terence, while Lee found himself next to a girl aged 12 who he did not know. Richard however cursed his brothers silently seeing that the only seat left was next to Miss Timken's the young female teacher who took Lee's class. Only just out of college she was no more than 22 herself, and every boy in school had fantasised about her when alone in their beds or in the shower. While Richard may have innocently lusted over the cute teacher he had no desire to sit next to her all the way to the airport but had no choice. "And you Cooper boys haven't you forgotten something, your parents have told me that the new rules are to be applied whenever possible, so take those clothes off and sit down". The faces of all three Coopers fall, realising that even here they would be required too strip naked and display their charms to all the world. They had hoped, no they had prayed that this week away would allow them a break from the nudity and sexual training they had suffered at the hands of their parents. Knowing they had no choice the 3 boys stood and disrobed. Their task made more difficult with the bumping and jerking as the bus drove along the Northampton roads. The children who had yet to taste the shame of forced nudity took the opportunity to laugh and point at the three boys, who suffered this public mockery in stoic silence. Richard finally standing completely nude went to retake his seat when he realised, Oh my God, I have to sit next to Miss Tomkin's, and I'm nude... "Richard sit down, whilst you must be nude there is no need to stand at the front of the bus waving your little thingy at all the passengers" Mr Browne told Richard as he turned in his seat. "Yes Richard, here sit down next to me" Miss Tomkin's breathed lightly touching Richard's outer upper thigh and guiding him back down next to her. Richard gulped as he sat when he found his naked thighs crushed against Miss Tomkin's skirt covered legs. He felt his little manhood hardening and poking out, a display that Miss Tomkin's did not fail to notice. "Oh, Richard what have we here" she whispered in his ear, "how cute you are". With these words Miss Tomkin's had patted his knee in what looked like a friendly nature, but to Richard was having a distinctly more than friendly action in his groin. "You did know Richard that when I learned that you and your brothers were coming on this trip I volunteered to chaperone" this said as she looked him in his eyes, "I am really interested in seeing more of you and your brothers, and how this new regime works in practice - won't that be nice Richard?". Richard's face turned a bright red, only outdone by the redness of his engorged penis, and managed to mumble a "yes Miss" to the teachers alarming question. * * * For 30 minutes the bus slowly chugged through the roads of Northampton each junction and traffic light a minor torment for the three coopers. At each stop of the vehicle the stares of the drivers bored into them, some with amazement, some with bemusement, and some laughing at the ludicrous sight of the 3 young boys stark naked. It seems that the novelty of the new regime had yet to wear off among many of the watchers and the sight of the 3 pre teens was a most interesting spectacle. Finally the bus turned onto the motorway and the Cooper's had some respite from the eyes of every passing driver. Too soon however the Bus was nearing the airport, and the bus slowed as the traffic increased. "OK every one we will be pulling up at the terminal car park in a moment so get ready" Mr Browne commanded to the unruly children sitting behind him. "Oh and you Cooper boys can get redressed, we are a bit tight on out luggage allowance otherwise you could have boarded the plane nude." * * * As Lee walked in to the terminal he looked around in awe. He had never seem so busy a place in all his 7 years. There were hundreds of people milling around, harassed passengers, pilots in smartly pressed uniforms, police, and wait yes even here Lee saw there were nude children. Not many to be sure but certainly a few to be sure, dotted here and there, standing out from the crowd in their pink and brown skinned glory. Off to his left Lee saw a 16 year boy completely naked, the boys penis thick and fully grown partially hidden in the hair sprouting from his balls. Seeing Lee staring at him the boy turned and scowled, but said nothing as he meekly trotted after his parents who were with him. I wonder if my dicky will ever be that big he wistfully dreamt, self conscious in the fact that when he and his brothers stood hide his lack of development clearly shown through. Although as his mother and father were quick to tell him when they bathed him or oversaw his masturbation exercises, his brothers had nothing to boast about; and seeing that teenage boy made that clear even to Lee's young eyes. "Lee, stop daydreaming and come on we have to check-in." Miss Tomkin called out as Lee mused. * * * The waiting and checking-in was as tiresome as always, however the young children were excited still. The Stewardesses at the check-in quickly realised it would be best for all the passengers to get the children seated first. So when the plane is ready the 15 children and their 3 chaperones were shown to their seats, their party filling the two front line of seats on the passenger plane. Soon after the entire plane was filled every seat filled. As the flight attendants went through the motions of the pre flight instructions watched only by the young school children, and no one else, Thomas began to feel a fullness in his bladder. Thomas made to stand up but was quickly stopped by the Mother who drove the bus and was the third of the trips chaperones, her name was Gilly Smith the mother of Terence, a big boned woman bordering on Fat. Mrs Smith I have to go to the toilet. You'll have to wait, she replied pointing at the 'Remain Seated' sign illuminated above their heads. Realising he had no choice Thomas sat back down and shifted uncomfortably as he waited for the sign to go out. After the plane took off the sign eventually went black, and with a sigh of relief Thomas stood up to make his way to the toilet at the back of the plane. "Thomas, where are you going" Mr Browne asked "I have to go to the toilet." "Very well... Wait Gilly" "Yes Mr Browne." "Take Thomas here to toilet will you, his Mother told me that he and his brothers seem to have problems using toilets and cleaning up after themselves" Thomas blushed a deep scarlet as the eyes and ears of the surrounding passengers heard this and smiled at the embarrassed boy. "It's OK, I know what to do" he insisted. "Nonsense boy I've potty trained Terence and his brother before you haven't got anything I haven't seen before" Gilly brayed in a horsey voice. "Come on I take you there now" With this she took Thomas by his hand and half dragged him up the aisle, as his fellow passengers smiled and looked at him with mocking eyes. Gilly pulled open the door to the tiny cubicle and pushed Thomas into it, following him. She tried to turn but the cubicle with Terence and her within it was too small. "Well I'll just have to leave the door open otherwise we won't both fit now". Backing out of the cubicle Gilly turned to her young charge. "Come on, get your trousers down and empty your bladder Thomas, we don't want to miss the in flight movie now, do we?" "It's OK Mrs Smith I can manage, please close the door" "Don't be silly child, your mother warned me about your dirty habits, now come on take those pants down." Without waiting for Thomas to comply Gilly knelt in the aisle behind Thomas as he stood in the cubicle. The passengers in the rear seats turning to see what the fuss was about. Reaching both arms around the mortified 11 year old she unfastened his trouser button and shrugged the trousers down until they fell around his ankles. "Mummy what is that woman doing?" A small 4 year old girl asked interestedly from her seat as she watched the pre teen boy be stripped in the toilet cubicle. "He's going to the toilet dear" "I know that Mummy, but why is a big boy being helped to go wee wee, I was potty trained 2 years ago" the little girl added proudly. "I don't know dear, Miss why are you helping the child go to toilet, my daughter wants to know" the little girls mother asked of Mrs Smith. Gilly turned around and smiled at the curious child. "I'm taking young Thomas here to go potty, because he is a messy child. He misses the toilet and sprays his pee pee all over the floor, and then leaves without cleaning up or cleaning himself properly". "Oh, my Mummy says that if I don't go potty properly I'll have to wear diapers, you should do that to the boy" the little girl advised with a serious expression on her voice. "Well Thomas do you think I should put you in diapers?" Gilly asked the blushing 11 year old as he stood by the toilet pan. Thomas did not reply as he kept his face away from the amused stares of the passengers, and the gaze of the little girl. "Thank you for the idea, my dear" Gilly answered the little girl "but Thomas here does not need diapers, just someone to make sure he goes wee wee properly". With this Gilly pulls down Thomas's pants displaying two cute dimpled cheeks to the other passengers, eliciting from Thomas a little groan. Gilly then reached out and took hold of Thomas small penis with one hand, her other holding Thomas in place by the simple expedient of cupping his bottom. "My you are a little boy, my Terence is bigger than you". "Sorry Miss" Thomas apologised. "Don't be silly I think your dicky is very cute, and you will grow. Now come on let yourself go." With these words of encouragement directed Thomas penis towards the pan. However Thomas was unable to relax, with this strange woman holding his willy. "Come on silly, relax and let it flow". "I'm trying, but it won't come". "Can I help" these last words came from a man who had walked up the aisle and now stood outside the cubicle."I'm sorry to interrupt but I need to use the facilities" the man looked like a business man, he was in his middle forties, dressed in a grey business suit, with a trimmed beard. "I think the problem is the boy has a shy bladder, here let me show you what to do Miss". Gilly nodded her assent, letting go of Thomas's recalcitrant willy, much to the boy's relief. This relief was short-lived as the middle aged man leant over and grasped the boys dick in his hand and then with his other hand firmly pressed on Thomas's belly. The man then continued to massage Thomas's belly, pressing in and out. Each press of his hands causing a pang of pain in Thomas's full bladder. Finally a small spurt of urine hits the pan, and then as if a plug had been removed a strong stream issued forth, causing Thomas to moan in relief. When finally Thomas bladder emptied the man let go of Thomas, and stepped back delivering an affectionate slap to Thomas naked butt. "There you go boy, you obviously needed that". "Thank you sir, Say thank you Thomas" Gilly commanded the drained boy. "Thank you for helping me girl wee wee Sir" resignedly thanked Thomas. Thomas hoping that his most recent humiliation was over bent and made to pick up his pants. SLLAAaaPPPP... "Ow..." Gilly Smith delivered a stinging slap to Thomas bent over bottom, causing his to exclaim and stand up his pants remaining around his ankles. "Thomas Cooper, haven't you forgotten something". "Ow, sorry Miss, but what...?" "Dirty boy you have to clean up after going to toilet" Gilly reminded Thomas. A giggle coming from the little girl from earlier who had watched everything with curious eyes. "Here let me get a piece of tissue" Gilly continues tearing a leaf from the toilet paper dispenser. "After going 'number ones' you should always dry yourself in order to prevent drips." With these words Gilly took hold of Thomas's penis and slowly pulled back Thomas tight foreskin revealing Thomas pink head, then with more gusty than was really required briskly rubbed the damp head with the tissue until it was dry. Throughout this Thomas began squirming and whining as his sensitive head was rubbed dry. "You need to do this every time, Thomas, particularly because you are uncircumcised." Gilly advised the red faced boy, "I must remember to advise your Mum and Dad to consider having you circumcised, like my Terence has been.". "Now come on Terence we've kept this gentleman waiting to use the toilet for long enough" Gilly commanded as she smiled to the waiting gentleman who has helped with Thomas's shy bladder. "No leave those trousers where they are you can raise them when you get back to the seat". This said Gilly took firm hold of one of Thomas's hand and dragged Thomas down the aisle. Thomas hobbling after her trying to raise his pants to cover his flapping prick and balls, but failing as Gilly relentlessly dragged him down the length of the entire aisle. Much to Thomas's humiliation a wave of laughter followed him down the aisle as the passengers turned to watch the comical sight of a 11 year old, hobbling down the aisle, penis flapping and his pink bottom on display. It was much to poor Thomas's relief when he finally made it back to his seat. His fellow children laughing at him, except his two brothers who knew it could have just as easily be them, and a sympathetic smile from Terence, who knew just how brusque his mother could be with little boys rights. * * * The rest of the flight was uneventful, none of the other children for some strange reason required the toilet for the entire flight. The only further incident was when a stunning flight attendant ruffled Thomas's hair as he existed the plane, saying, "I really hope YOU will fly with us again." Her smile and knowing gaze at Thomas legs causing him to blush fiercely and hurry off the plane mumbling, "Thank you" at the attendant. * * * The fifteen children and their harassed looking chaperones made their way through Zurich airport, and with typical Swiss efficiency were reunited with all their baggage. Mr Browne led the gaggle of children through the green channel of Customs. "Entschuldigen sie bitte" Richard Cooper stops confused as a woman in the uniform of a Swiss customs officer steps in front of him. "die Ausweispapiere, bitte" The woman demands of Richard, who not speaking German, could not understand what the officer wanted. "She wants your identity papers." A male Customs officer walks over, translating his colleagues request. "Is there a problem officer." Mr Browne enquires as he walks over to Richard and the two officers. "No problem Sir, just a routine random customs stop". "Of course, here is Richard's passport, I hope everything is in order." "Hhmmmmm, yes these seems OK, now Richard if you would follow my colleague, we will do a standard search for prohibited goods". "Is that really necessary officer, he is just a child, and our group has a long train ride ahead to get to our lodge tonight" Mr Browne asks, looking back at the milling schoolchildren. "I am afraid so Sir, but don't worry it won't take more than 30 minutes. You see my colleague here is new and insists doing everything by the book", with these words the two officers begin to lead Richard off to a door with 'Zone Restreinte' over it. "Miss Tomkin's - Mrs Smith, you best go ahead in case you miss the train. I will stay here with Richard and we will catch up with later" Mr Browne tells the two adults with a resigned sigh. Richard looked around as he walked through the door. The room was small and windowless, a table up against the far wall, and a desk with several compartments along another. The female officer walks over to the far table and from beneath picks up a plastic box and begins sorting through its contents. The male officer sits at the desk and from a drawer a sheaf of forms. "Richard there is no need to worry" the male officer reassures the anxious 10 year old, "you were only stopped because you happened to be the 20th person through customs". "OK Sir, I haven't been naughty, really". "I should hope not, now I have a few questions to ask you". With this the male Customs officer asks a number of question, Richard's age, address, next of kin and so on. After a few minutes Richard has began to regain his composure. The seated officer turns to the female customs officer who had been sorting through some objects, "Bereit? Sonya." Turning to her counterpart she nods that she is ready. Seeing this the seated officer stands up and addresses Richard. "Well Richard everything seems in order, all we have to do now is search you for drugs and other 'naughty' things" a jovial smile on his face. "OK Sir." "First things first take your clothes off, and hand them to me, so I can check through them". "Errr, please no, whaa" "Richard I have always been told that little English boys were brave, surely you can't be afraid of simply taking your clothes, both of us are Government officials, now will you be a good boy and obey your seniors?" the customes officer smiled at Richard playing on the little boys jingoistic pride. Desperate not to show himself or his fellow countryman Richard began to do as he was bid. His hands shaking as he pulled off his jumper, and then his vest. Looking at the man, who motioned him to continue, Richard began to slowly pull down the comfortable jogging pants he wore for the flight. "Schnell, schnell..." The female officer barks from across the room. Immediately she bends over and levers each of his trainers off. Just as quickly and dispassionately she removes Richard's socks and pants. Leaving the naked Richard standing shivering in the centre of the room, Sonya the female customs officer hands the removed clothing to the seated male, who began quickly frisking them. Whilst doing so he speaks quickly to his partner, in a language that Richard cannot understand. Swivelling in his chair he looks at Richard who stands naked his hands covering his privates. "Richard, my colleague will now do an external just to ensure you are not sneaking anything in". Wondering why it was always him, that things like this happened too he looked longingly at the door, considering making a run, before remembering his naked state. The female customs officer walks over to him and takes hold of his head, and with a latex covered finger began to poke and look in his mouth. The foul taste if the latex making Richard gag, his mouth jerking shut instinctively, nipping the officers finger between his teeth. "Arrraaaghhh... Naughty, naughty boy" she screams in heavily accented english, punctuating each syllable with a hard slap to Richard's bottom. Mr Browne sitting outside the room reading his book. Looks up in surprise as he hears boy flesh being slapped, and Richard crying. Understanding how difficult Richard can be Mr Browne was not surprised that the boy had to be disciplined, and rolling his eyes at the thought of spending the next week with the boy returned to his book. Back in the room Richard stood crying, his bottom bright red, after the painful slaps at the hands of the woman. Recovering her composure and shooting a venomous look at the boy. Continuing her search she grasps his 2 inch penis and lifts it up to look beneath it, sniffing in disdain she drops the offending organ having found nothing. Brusquely she cupped and rolled Richard's tiny balls, pulling them to one side to see if anything was hidden beneath them. The casual manipulation of his bits had its inevitable effect upon Richard. His little penis began hardening, until it poked out in all its glory. "Oh, das ist niedlich" the female officer called out to her partner as she saw the effect of her examination. The man seeing what the woman was referring to laughed at the sight of Richard standing naked in the centre of the room, his penis poking out while the woman removed her latex gloves, and with a last slap on his bottom walked away from the red faced boy. The female officer having not found any drugs shook her hand at her counterpart who had long since finished searching Richard's clothing and had been watching with amusement the sight of Richard's forced excitement at being fondled by his partner. "Well Richard it seems you are free to get dressed and resume your holiday." he advised the boy who with these words began to dress himself. As Richard still red eyed from the discomfort of his sore hole and penis winced over to the door, the male officer called out once more, "Oh and I do hope you enjoy your stay in our wonderful country". * * * Seeing Richard step through the door Mr Browne stood up. "Well come on then you have wasted enough of my day already, we will have to hurry to catch the last train". Walking stiffly Richard hurry's after the headmaster who turns and barks out, "And stop that snivelling or I will take your pants down and give you something to cry about". * * * Pittshorne Holiday Lodge - Later that night. "I am sorry sir, but the booking for the remaining room was cancelled when you failed to show on time". "Well what am I to do with this boy then" Mr Browne countered to the Clerks statement. His patience worn thin by the fact that he had missed his dinner due to Richard's run in with authority, and now it seems that one of the rooms booked by the school had gone, due to the delay. "Unfortunately the only room available is the Imperial suite at 500 francs per day" seeing the dismissive look on the head teachers face the clerk continued "all the other rooms are fully filled, the best we can do is to allow the boy to sleep with you, you were the only the only one of your group with a double room all to themselves". At this revelation the two other adults Gilly Smith and Miss Tomkin's looked at the Headmaster, perhaps questioning why they had to share a room. "Urr, well yes, in that case the boy will have to share with me" Mr Browne quickly backtracks in order to avoid the accusatory eyes of his colleagues. "Well come on child". Mr Browne's room like most hotel rooms is bland in its decor. A solitary double bed sits in the middle of the room. An onset bath and toilet lead off to one side. The sole saving grace of the room was the magnificent view of the Alps that the balcony window provided. With a tired sigh Mr Browne dropped his bags on the floor. Richard behind him doing the same with his bags. "Well Richard its to late to unpack now. Get washed up and ready for bed". "Yes Sir". Sensing that it would not be wise to press his head teacher tonight, he went off to the facilities, from which a few moments later the sound of running water issues forth from. Mr Browne remove his jacket and undressed to his silk boxer shorts. Blowing his cheeks out he let out a sigh wishing he had the time to go down to the hotel bar for a stiff scotch. What was keeping that boy he thought, as the need to relieve himself began pressing on the tired teachers mind, and more urgently upon his bladder. With a look at the clock he stood and strode into the bathroom. To the side he could just make out the small shape of Richard's body, as the boy washed himself under the spraying water. "Richard get a move on I need to use the bathroom" Hearing no response from Richard, he pulled open the shower curtain. Richard oblivious to the Mr Browne's entry to the bathroom turned in surprise when the shower curtain whished open. Richard's hand still on his tiny erect penis where he had been giving himself a nice hand job. "Oh for Gods sake boy, what do you think you are doing. No don't tell me I know exactly what you was doing. Good grief here am I waiting to use the facilities while you boy are in here abusing yourself instead of washing like I told you too. Well boy would you care to explain what you are doing?" Richard stared back at the annoyed teacher, a blush flowing down the entire length of his body. His hand still moving up and down slowly on his penis. Realising what he had been caught doing, and was still doing, he quickly moved his hand away from his engorged penis. "Well Richard I am waiting..." "Sorry Sir, but its been such a long time since, you know..." "I know what boy?, that you cannot even control yourself for a single day" by now Mr Browne had reached into the shower and had grasped Richard by the shoulder and shook him gently emphasising each point. "I'm sorry, really Sir, But Mum and Dad insist that I, you know do it 5 or 6 times a day. I just couldn't help it Sir. If I didn't do my exercises then it just wouldn't be right" with this admission Richard looked at his feet the water from the shower still cascading down his pale body, his penis now losing its hardness and beginning to soften. Poor child the teacher thought. Of course he must be suffering if he has been masturbating several times a day, and gone straight back to nothing. I wonder how Lee and Thomas are coping he wondered, sleeping as they are in a room with 4 other boys. "Richard, Richard look at me, that's better. Now Richard you should have told me what you was doing. You see as the teacher here I am in loco parentis this means I need to know when you require something" Mr Browne quickly drew the boy into a comforting hug. "Now Richard I want you to carry on and finish what you started" At this Richard stammered in surprise "You want me to, you know, play with myself". "Yes Richard I'm responsible for ensuring you are healthy and well. If you stressed and anxious then I am failing in my duty. For the rest of this week if you feel you need to relieve yourself please tell me, do you understand?" "Yes Sir, Thank you". "OK child, you carry on rubbing your dicky". Richard although still embarrassed at being caught masturbating by his head teacher, knew that he had to cum, or he wouldn't get a wink of sleep. With this thought he took hold of his wilting penis and began rubbing it back and forth. Closing his eyes he brought forth the sight of Sharon, the teen girl he had seen punished when his parents took him to the church hall, an image he always used when trying to quickly cum. With a jump he felt Mr Browne's large hand stroke him down his back, leaving a trail of shower gel behind. "Don't jump Richard, I'm just going to finish washing you. After all the time your taking you will have used up all the hot water" throughout this explanation Mr Browne continued to rub the shower gel over Richard's wet body. The feeling of his teachers hands, and a male teacher at that, washing him caused Richard's penis to begin to soften. Mr Browne did not comment but merely kept up his brisk impersonal task. Richard concentrating once more on the mental picture of his imaginary girlfriend Sharon began to rub himself faster. Imagining the hands of Mr Browne as they washed his things and legs were really the hands of a pretty teenage girl. The combination of his fast hand and the rubbing and cleaning of Mr Browne began to have its inevitable effect. Mr Browne stopped his washing of the young child's body when he noticed the deep rapid breathing of Richard, and the tensing of the boys small penis and groin. "Oh, Oh, arhhh, Sir I'm cumming, I'm cumming" these last words said as Richard drycum with a shuddering shiver of relief. Taking hold of the flannel that he had been using Mr Browne lent forward and briskly rubbed and washed the small penis. "There you go boy, all better. Now get dried and into bed, we have an early start tomorrow" As Richard squeezes past the body of his head teacher, Mr Browne delivers to gentle smacks to the wet behind of the pre pubescent child - Slaaap, Slaaap, "And then straight to bed". It was some 15 minutes later that Mr Browne had finished his own shower and returned to the bedroom. When he walked in Mr Browne discovered that Richard had slid into the bed and had already fallen asleep. Looking down fondly at the small boy Mr Browne turned off the light and slipped into bed next to the sleeping nude boy. At this disturbance Richard murmured gently in his sleep, and instinctively began to cuddle into the warn pyjama clad body of the adult. Mr Browne by now bone tired quickly joined the young boy in sleep. The next 6 days quickly passed for the Cooper boys and the others in the school trip. The boys and girls were boisterous and energetic and soon run the 3 adults ragged, as they quickly picked up the art of skiing, as well as picking up a fair few bruises when doing so. Lee and Thomas both teased Richard about having to share a room with the Head teacher. Richard however kept his own counsel as he was not displeased with the arrangement. While Lee and Thomas complained that they had no privacy to keep up their developmental exercises as they shared their room with a couple of boys whose parents had not as yet introduced the new regime. Richard however was happy enough, Whilst Mr Browne had not physically helped Richard rub himself off, he did allow Richard to do it himself in the shower, while Mr Browne helped wash the boy. Richard still felt slightly uncomfortable with his teacher seeing him nude, let alone wash him and share a bed; it was a small price to pay. Mr Browne, Miss Tomkin's and Gilly Smith sat around the small table in the restaurant enjoying their last evening in Switzerland. The three were sampling a number of liqueurs from the bar, safe in the knowledge that the children were in bed. From the floor above a muffled crash was heard and a female voice speaking loudly in German. A few minutes later the hotel manager bustled over and whispered into the ear of Mr Browne. "SHE FOUND WHAT. Unbelievable" he exclaimed. At the quizzical looks from his companions he explained. "It seems that a young housemaid here was getting some sheets from a store when she came upon two of our charges, playing with themselves". "Which two" Gilly Smith asked. "Thomas and Lee Cooper. It seems they have not been able to control their base urges" Mr Browne replied. "You mean they were..." "Yes in a linen cupboard. The poor housemaid opened the door to find 2 boys furiously masturbating themselves. He poor girl fainted in shock dropping the mop and bucket she was carrying." "Explaining the noise we heard?" "Yes, another cleaner heard the noise and found the two boys quickly zipping themselves up and trying to make their escape, leaving the poor maid unconscious laying on the floor". Miss Tomkin's and Gilly shared a grin imagining the scene as the two boys were caught red handed as it were. "Ladies this is no joking matter" stated with an unamused glare at the two women. The hotel manager tugged the arm of Mr Browne who nodding stood and followed the manager. As Mr Browne followed the manager through the hotel corridors his anger increased, not just with boys but with himself. 'I should have realised that boys will be boys. After all I ensured that Richard was cared for in that regard'. Finally the pair of men followed by the two women walked into the large hotel linen room. A scene of chaos confronted them. A teenage girl aged about 16 or 17 dressed in a hotel maids uniform lay propped up on the floor, her feet dangling in a pool of dirty water which had spilled from a fallen bucket. A female hotel cleaner comforting the distressed maid. In the far corner stood Thomas and Lee, casting desperate glances at the open door, a groan of despair issuing from their lips when they saw the 4 adults crowd into the room. Mr Browne stood for a few moments taking in the state of the room before focusing on the two boys. "Well Thomas, well Lee would you care to explain to me why you are going around flashing your dirty bits to young girls?" The two boys said nothing keeping there eyes fixed on the floor as the 6 people in the room with them concentrated on them. "Thomas" Gilly interrupted the pregnant silence and lent forward with a finger tilted Thomas's chin up until he faced her "Answer My Browne, why were in here of all places" a dismissive wave of her hand encompassing the drab interior of the room "playing with you thingy?" "I'm sorry really Miss, Sir, but it's just that me and Lee haven't been able to do it for the past week" "But why here child of all places?" the matronly woman replied. "It's just that we share a room with 3 other boys, we have no privacy, this is the only place we could find for...you know." Thomas managed blushing at speaking about this to the woman who 6 days ago had taken him to toilet in front of an entire plane, and who since then Thomas had avoided like the plague. "Hmmppphh, I doubt very much Thomas, Lee that the boys you share with are entirely unfamiliar with what you were doing" Mr Browne answered folding his arms across his chest. "You will have to be punished for this children. The poor maid was frightened out of her wits at your disgusting display... LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU". "Sorry Sir, Sorry Miss" the two boys eeeked out quailing at the ferocity of Mr Browne's voice. "That's a good start boys, but not enough. Not only did you wave your dicks at an impressionable young girl, but tried to run away leaving her here on the floor. If it weren't for the cleaner here" at this Mr Browne pointed at the cleaner who was comforting the maid, who scowled at the two boys, "you would have run away". "No an apology is not enough. Both of you have a well deserved spanking coming" "Please Sir don't spank me, I'm still sore from where I fell over on the piste" the 7 year old Lee begged. "Quiet Lee you should have thought about that before flashing girls, now strip, you both know that spankings are on the bare for 'regime' children". The two brothers started to slowly remove their clothing, but looked pleadingly at the hotel manager and 2 employees. "Don't think to try that boys" Miss Tomkin's responded to the looks "the two ladies here are the ones you offended, so it's right that they stay and watch, and the Manager here is responsible for his staff. Now hurry up or do you want me to do it for you?" With this threat from the young teacher the two children quickly hurried hoping to get through this as soon as possible. Moments later the two boys stood before two small piles of the clothes, their hands automatically going to their hands in a position that their parents insisted they took when naked, so as to prevent them covering themselves. The 6 adults viewing examined the boys closely. Thomas 11 was clearly beginning to show the first signs of growth. He was undoubtedly still very much a child. His penis and balls small and hairless, his pale skin broken only by his red blushing cheeks and pink nipples. However compared to Lee he appeared fully grown. Despite being 7 Lee looked to the on-looking adults as little more than a toddler. His penis no more than an inch long, though this may be due to slight chill in the room. Even with this excuse though Lee was clearly immature and unimpressive. Leaving the boys standing naked hands on head Mr Browne quickly conversed with the hotel Manager, who in turn spoke in German to the maid and cleaner. The Maid and cleaner both nodded at whatever the manager had said, but did not take their eyes of the two boys. The young maid who was 16 had never seen a boy nude, whereas the cleaner who was 50 had seen her own boys when they were babies but that was over 25 years ago. They took this opportunity to examine the boys carefully slowly sweeping their eyes over the expanse of male pre pubescent flesh exposed to them. "Thomas, Lee, its been decided that it would be appropriate for the two ladies your behaviour has hurt the most deliver your spankings" Mr Browne declared to the two horrified boys. "Oh please Sir no" Thomas begged. Ignoring the boys pleading Mr Browne took Thomas by the arm and dragged him over. The cleaner by now had stood and eagerly took hold of Thomas when he was handed to her. The Maid who had somewhat recovered had also stood and with an imperious crook of her finger directed Lee to trot over. The cleaner lifted one knee and rested it upon a box briskly took Thomas by the arm and pulled him over her knee. With a skill obtained as a mother she immediately delivered swift rapid and above all very hard slaps on Thomas's bottom. Such was the sheer speed and velocity the cleaner that everyone in the room, saving Thomas, stopped and watched the beating. Thomas's bottom went from pale white to bright red without becoming pink at all. Thomas was noisily surprised. He had been over the knees of both his Mum and Dad many many times, and thought he could take a mere spanking with no problems. However this cleaner was not spanking with love, she was hitting his bottom with every ounce of anger and bitterness about her life as an unhappy wife and an even unhappier hotel cleaner. Slap, Slap, Slap ... Each blow come so fast that at first that Thomas could not utter a sound. This soon stopped and he screamed in pain not believing how hard this insane woman could hit. Squirming in agony he twisted off her knee and made to escape. The cleaner wise to this stopped his bid for freedom by the simple expedient of grabbing the nape of his neck and bodily shoving him back over her raised knee. Unintentionally but unfortunately for Thomas when he crashed back over the cleaners knee he landed awkwardly his poor balls trapped between the knee and Thomas's body. Squawking in an agony he could not believe existed, his body jerked up to relieve the crushing of his precious jewels, just as the Cleaners hand impacted once more on his inflamed bottom causing him to flop back, squarely on his tender parts. This jerk and impacted landing occurred twice more before his balls were flopped back into a safe position. The viewing adults were very impressed at the effect that a mere hand spanking seemed to have on an 11 year old boy, as Thomas screamed due to the combined assault on his privates and his bottom, unaware of the poor child's unfortunate landing. The Hotel manager turning his eyes from Thomas's bright red cheeks with obvious reluctance indicated the pretty young maid to try her hand on Lee. Lee by now was crying his eyes out bitterly regretting having agreed with Thomas to come in here and do 'it'. Having seen the intense spanking his brother was going through, Lee knew for a fact that he could never take such a spanking and survive, could he?? The Maid recovered now from the surprise of caching these two perverts wanking themselves was determined to make the most of her opportunity with Lee's botty. Katherine had taken a job as a hotel Maid in order to make a few francs so that she could buy herself a care, was the youngest of 3 children her two older brothers being so much older than her had made her life a misery with their teasing. She now had the opportunity to get her own back on a boy, it may not have been one of her brothers that she would really have liked to spank, but Lee here would do as a substitute. Katherine pulled Lee over to her and pulled the snivelling but unresisting boy over her lap. Seeing the two mounds of Lee's tiny bubble bottom pointing up at her she was suddenly unsure what she should do. A look to her left and she saw the cleaner continuing to spank Thomas but now with deliberate aim, Thomas himself had stopped screaming and all that came from him now was little cries at a particularly painful slap, his face snotty and red from his crying. Seeing this sterling example she rased her hand and delivered a weak slap to Lee's left cheek. The other adults gave her a look encouraging her to put more effort into it. Steeling herself she delivered a harder slap to the right cheek. This one was more effective and left a little red impact mark. Gaining some confidence from this small triumph she proceeded to slap each cheek alternately. She knew that she was nowhere near as accomplished a boy spanker as the cleaner, but what she lacked in skill she more than made up for in enthusiasm. She slapped the two bouncing targets in front of her smiling broadly at the great fun she was having. Gilly and Miss Tomkin's shared a smile at the obvious delight that the young girl was gaining from the spanking. The 3 chaperones and the Hotel manager allowed the spanking to carry on a for a couple of minutes, before Mr Browne indicated that enough was enough. By now the sounds of flesh being slapped echoing down the corridor had caused a small crowd of heads to appear down the hall. The fellow hotel guests and particularly the other children ridden with curiosity at what was happening in the linen closet. Mr Browne spoke quietly to the manager when the Maid and cleaner finished their task. The manager nodded in agreement and with the two hotel employees in tow left the Coopers alone with their teachers. The young maid when leaving took a last look at both Lee and Thomas now standing in the linen closet nude and red bottomed thinking that perhaps today was not quite such a bad day as it may have been. Mr Browne directed the two boys to face the wall and place their hands on their heads. The two boys swiftly complied. With their faces pressed against the linen covered shelves they caught brief snatches of the conversation that the 3 remaining adults were having. "Well we have to do something... What of the other children... It's only right... Oh so that's why Richard didn't... Are you sure... OK, you two deal with that and I will see to the others". "Thomas and Lee turn and face me" Mr Browne broke the tense waiting of the two boys. "You have both been very naughty and richly deserved you punishment, didn't you?" "Yes sir" the two sore boys mumbled. "However I cannot help but feel somewhat responsible. I should have realised that you two were used to a greater level of physiological activity then most your age. THAT IS NOT TO SAY I APPROVE OF ABUSING YOURSELF IN PUBLIC, is that clear?" "Err yes Sir" a somewhat confused response from the two boys. "Well we have decided that you two should be allowed to relieve yourselves much as Richard has been. Therefore Miss Tomkin's and Mrs Smith have agreed to help manage your condition this evening. They will masturbate you while I tell the others from the group what has been going on. Oh and don't think that I won't tell your parents. I sincerely believe that your bottoms no matter how red and sore they are now, will have worse to come when you get home". "Please Sir" Thomas started "It's OK we can control ourselves, we don't want to you know be played with, please". "I'm sorry what possible part of my words did you take to mean you had a choice. Mrs Smith and Miss Tomkin's have agreed to do this unpleasant task because you obviously need it. That means that THEY WILL DO IT, and you will thank them afterwards, or they have my express permission to turn you over their knees again, no matter how sore and sorry you are. IS THAT CLEAR...? Good. Gilly. Miss Tomkin's I'll leave these two in your capable hands, while I make sure that the other children aren't causing havoc. Oh and don't worry the manager has agreed that we can do this so you can use this linen room without fear of disturbance". With this Mr Browne glared once more at the two contrite boys and stalked out to the corridor, hearing already the boisterous shout issuing from his children's rooms. Gilly Smith looked over the two boys and then to Miss Tomkin's a delighted grin all over her face. "Well do you have a preference as to which you want?". "Oh no Mrs Smith" the young teacher replied "having seen their appendages I can't say that either are particularly irresistible" this demeaning comment by the teacher was coupled with a waggling of her little finger to mimic the shortcomings of the two humiliated Cooper boys. "Well in that case, I'll take Thomas" she said to her counterpart. Turning to the lucky 11 year old she continued, "Oh I so did enjoy our time in the air plane cubicle, Tommy, so I really want to see what your little dicky looks like when its hard". Thomas flushed once more remembering his humiliation at the hands of Mrs Smith. "Lee over here lets get this stharted, whoops I mean started" the slightly tipsy Miss Tomkin's directed. The few glasses of wine she had enjoyed at the restaurant catching up with her. Gilly Smith sat down on a handy box and pulled Thomas over to her. Sliding her legs apart she carefully positioned Thomas so his bottom faced her lap and his penis faced his brother and Miss Tomkin's. Feeling the heat of the middle aged woman's body, Thomas felt a shiver go through his penis, the middle aged woman beginning slowly and gently began wanking his 2.5 inch penis hard. Thomas his dick being slowly manipulated had now choice but to watch as his youngest brother Lee as Miss Tomkin's knelt in front of him and genteelly cupped his small testicles in one hand and examined Lee's small inch or so of penis carefully, as if it were some small coloured pebble she had found on a beach. Thomas wished he was in the hands of Miss Tomkin's. The pretty woman in her young twenties was stirring mysterious feelings in Thomas, and watching her softly massage Lee's balls was re-firing those feelings. Miss Tomkin's was ecstatic. Despite being 22 she was still a virgin. If she was honest with herself she had always been afraid of boys and their scary 'bits'. Rolling young Lee's tiny soft balls in her hand she watched the tiny cocklet beginning to stir, enjoying this chance to examine what all the fuss was about. Flicking her eyes over to Gilly Smith and Thomas she watched Gilly's technique and tried to copy it on Lee's smaller package. Keeping one hand firmly on his balls she placed her thumb and forefinger, and began jerking it back and forth roughly. "Oowwwwwww" Lee screamed as his tight foreskin was roughly drawn back. Wincing in sympathy Mrs Smith spoke out, "Gently dear, like this" as she demonstrated a gentle rubbing motion on Thomas's erect penis. Watching the experienced woman Miss Tomkin's adjusted her grip and began much to Lee's relief a more gentle hand job. "That's better dear" Gilly praised the young teacher. For the next two minutes Lee and Thomas stared at each other, as each of them was masturbated against their will. As nature took its course Thomas began to reach the point of no return, at the experienced hands of Mrs Smith. "Oh Miss, Miss I'm cumming". "That's fine dear, just relax and let yourself go" with these encouraging words Mrs Smith began speeding up her motions. "Ah, ah, ah I'm cumming" Thomas blurted out as his body spasmed at the hands of his friends mother. "Oh, oh you can stop now Mrs Smith, I've cum" Richard told the woman as she had carried on her slow hand job. "Miss please stop I've cum and its starting to hurt". "Shussssh now Tommy, I know you've come, but Lee here hasn't and Mr Browne explicitly asked me to give you both relief until you both have cum". At this Tommy was aghast his wee wee was sore and the rubbing was no longer pleasurable indeed it was starting to hurt. Gilly and Miss Tomkin's shared a knowing smile, both knew that Mr Browne had made no mention of carrying on after the first cum, but Miss Tomkin's appreciated Gilly's cunning in continuing this torture on Thomas. Miss Tomkin's continued her rubbing of Lee's 1 inch penis. She could not however match Gilly's hand job skills, long developed on a lucky Mr Smith. Fortunately for Thomas she was persistent and Lee soon began panting gently as he neared his release. Moments before Lee felt his release coming, Thomas reached his second as Gilly continued the tormenting rubbing of his red raw penis. "I'm cumming... I'm cummmiiinnnnggg... aaaarr,aaaarhh, ahh" Thomas cried out his second release and started crying as the pain and shame became too much. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Miss Tomkins" with this Lee jerked and nearly broke free from the young teachers grip, before finally calming down. Seeing Lee cum and Miss Tomkin's release the young boy following his shuddering climax, Gilly Smith finally stopped her rubbing of Thomas's by now red penis. Turning the boy to face her she cupped his chin in her hand raising it so that she could look him straight in his tear filled eyes. "Now Thomas, and you Lee. I hope you learned your lesson, if you feel the need to touch these things of yours" with this she casually flicked the still hard dick bobbing between Thomas legs, "then you should immediately tell an adult, who will decide whether you need to be relieved, is that clear, I SAID IS THAT CLEAR?". "Yes Miss, Yes Miss". "Good then come on children, time you were back in bed, we're going home tomorrow" with these words Mrs Smith stood up and took Thomas and Lee by their hands and made her way to the door to the linen closet. Miss Tomkin's picked up the two piles of children's clothing from where they were on the floor and followed the three out of the door. As she walked through the door she saw Gilly and the 2 children walking down the corridor, the two bare red bottoms of the boys reflecting the light from the fluorescent lights of the hotel corridor. As the two boys were walked back to their room, heads appeared from the other guest rooms where the heads of curious guests peeked out; their curiosity aroused by the unusual sounds emanating from the linen closet. "Excuse please" a young female head asked in broken english as the boys walked past her door, "what is going on, please" she asked her eyes ablaze with curiosity as she watched the naked boys. "Nothing to worry about dear" Gilly replied halting at the ladies door, "just these two boys being naughty, say sorry to the young lady for disturbing her". "Sorry miss, Sorry miss" Lee and Thomas apologised their eyes downcast and faces red, as yet another stranger examined them as they stood naked in the hallway. "Ja, Ja, English boys Ja?" She asked, at which Gilly and Miss Tomkin's both nodded. "Oh I had heard that you English had changed the rules with little boys, I approve, yes, Maybe we change rules here in Switzerland, hope so yes", with that she gave a little laugh and closed the door upon the two naked and thoroughly humiliated children. Chapter 5 - The Coopers face the music. "Mrs Cooper, Mrs Cooper could I have a quick word with you please", Miss Tomkins the young teacher squeezed her way through the gaggle of children and their parents milling outside the school bus. Heather Cooper having just deposited her three boys' suitcases in the car looked up at the approaching teacher. "Yes, how I can I help?" "The Headmaster would like a word with you about the trip, some incidents occurred". At this Heather frowned her eyes narrowing, looking back she saw her three boys sitting in the rear of the car studiously avoiding her gaze. "Of course" with these words the two woman left leaving the three Cooper boys alone. "Oohhhh, looks like you two are for it" Richard crowed to his two siblings as the three watched Mr Browne and their mother discuss something. Mr Browne was explaining his points with expansive hand gestures. "Maybe it's something else entirely" Thomas replied without conviction. "Oh right you and spuddy here" a dismissive gesture indicates the youngest Cooper Lee "were found flashing young girls and jerking off in public, and all Mr Browne wants to do is discuss the weather..." Sarcastically shot back. "Shut up Rich, the only reason you weren't in there with us was because you were bending over and taking it up the rear like a good boy for the headmaster". "You shut up Thomas, I did no such thing and you know it. When I had a problem I went to an adult like we're supposed to and didn't go around flashing my willy at girls... Owwwwww..." Thomas sensing he was not winning the argument resorted to the time honoured technique of all big brothers and punched his younger brother hard in the arm. "I'm telling Mom, and you won't be able to sit down for a week, it will be the cane for you for sure". Having delivered this threat Richard flinched back as Thomas made to punch the tattletale once more. Before this brotherly retribution could be delivered the youngest brother Lee who had until now remained silent, put a hand on Thomas and warned him to the approach of their Mother. The door to the car was opened and their mother levered herself behind the wheel. Having buckled her seat belt on she looked in the rear-view mirror at her three children and held their stares. "I am very upset with you, and do you know why I am very upset with you?" The only response she received to this question was an apprehensive silence the three boys all unsuccessfully trying to avoid their mothers eyes in the mirror. "Well I asked you a question, why do you think I am very upset with you?" Both Thomas and Lee still kept quiet. Finally Richard who had been squirming in delight broke the pregnant silence. "I know Mum, I know, It's because they were caught playing with themselves and waving their thingies at girls" he answered with a broad smirk over his face. "The terms are 'masturbating' not 'playing', and 'penises' not 'thingies', Richard, but yes that's why I am upset. But do you know why I am particularly upset Thomas, Lee?" The two offending boys mumbled out a chorus of "no mum". "Well, I'll tell you. I am particularly upset because our first evening back will now be taken up with disciplining you two for unacceptable behaviour, rather than the family games I had planned, that's why". Having delivered this promise of pain to the two shamefaced boys she turned the key and ignition and started the car. * * * "George we're back dear" Heather called out as she entered the house. The journey back from the trip had been undertaken in complete silence, and as the car approached home both Thomas and Lee worried more and more at what faced them. While their brother Richard in juxtaposition looked eagerly forward to the evenings entertainment. "Hi hun" George shouted out from the lounge. A few moments later George walked out into the hallway and caught sight of the expression on his wife's face. "All right what have they done" he continued in weary resignation seeing the thin lipped fury of his wife. Holding her had up in a mute request to her husband, she turned to Richard. "Thomas, Lee into the dining room, strip and assume the position against the wall, NOW" emphasizing her directions by pointing to the Dining room door. "George be a dear and make me a cup of tea, and I'll fill you in on what these two have been up too". Seeing his two brothers slink off towards the dining room and his parents move off to the kitchen, a malicious grin crossed Richard's face as he sprinted up the stairs towards his sister's bedroom. Bursting through the door he saw his big sister Ruth laying face down on her bed reading one of those teen magazines she so loved. "Richie what have Mum and Dad told you about coming in here without knocking?" Ruth glared at her annoying intruding brother. "Shusshhh Ruth, quick come with me, Thomas and Lee are going to get it but good". "What, why?" Ruth's outrage at the trespass gone at the news that two of her brothers were in deep trouble. "I'll explain later, come on, they're down in the dining room now" Richard almost jumped up and down in his eagerness. Ruth rolled off her bed and followed her brother out of her door. Richard looked back at his sister and noticed a stiffness in her gait. "What's up Ruffie" using his petname for his sister after noticing the grimace on her face. "It's all right for you, but I've been stuck here alone with Mum and Dad all week. 7 days of having their undivided attention has left me a bit sore down there" despite Richard's enquiring look Ruth refused to elaborate as they walked down to the dining room. As Ruth walked into the room she saw Thomas and Lee on their knees facing the wall their hands clasped on the tops of their heads. So close that their noses were pressed against the plaster. This was not however the first thing that she noticed, that honour went to the fact they were completely nude. "Rich, why are their bums so pink?" she asked Richard who had followed his sister into the dining room, although she knew full well. "Because Sis they had their bottoms spanked by the Teacher on the trip, and they were spanked SO hard their bums are still pink". The two gloating siblings shared a grin but before they could continue their commentary on the state of their siblings' bottoms they quickly stepped aside as they saw their Mum and Dad stride angrily into the room. Sparing only a quick glance at Richard and Ruth their father turned his full attention to the two naked kneeling boys. George walked up behind the two boys who stood petrified not daring to look around at their silent father stalking behind them. "Owwwwwwww, Owwwwweee" with a quick movement George grasped the two boys by an ear lobe each and pulled them up to the feet. "Turn round and look at me" he commanded. The two boys quickly complied, their ears smarting from the rough handling. As they turned round they saw their father glaring at them, their mother sitting on the edge of the thick oak dining table, and behind her they spied Richard and Ruth grinning at the naked boys discomfiture "Well" he asked, "Thomas you're the oldest, would you like to tell everyone why you are about to be punished?" "Dad I'm sorry, really please don't..." BANNNNGG, George's heavy hand slammed into the table top with astounding force causing even Richard and Ruth to jump in the air. "I SAID EXPLAIN... Not make pathetic excuses, now tell everyone exactly why you're here". At this outburst the young Lee began crying and shaking in fear, while even the more mature Thomas looked close to tears. Desperate not to anger his father anymore than he was already Thomas began his recital of the facts his eyes fixed solidly to an imaginary point on the wall. "You are going to punish me and Lee because we were found masturbating by a hotel maid, when we could not control ourselves". At this Ruth's eyes opened wide in shock and she barely suppressed a giggle when her mother threw her daughter a disapproving look. "Wrong boy". "Dad, but if not that, then why are you going too... you know?" "You are not going to be punished because you were found flashing young innocent girls. You have already been punished for that. You are going to be punished because you touched your bits without asking your parents or teachers permission. Did not your mother and I make it crystal clear that you are NEVER to play with yourself unless we direct you to?" "Yes Dad, yes Daddy" the two boys mumbled in response. "That is why children you are going to be punished. Your mother and I have decided what an appropriate punishment will be. Lee come here" The small 7 year old walked over to his father his tiny pricklet wobbling as he made his way. During this his mother had slipped off the table and pulled a chair out and turned it round. George waited until all this was done and continued, "Now lee as the youngest you were obviously led astray by your older brother, so you will get off with a spanking". Despite this threat to his bottom Lee had a look of relief as he had expected not unreasonably a far more severe punishment. "Ruth over here and take a seat please" her mother called out to the 14 year old. Smiling at the look of confusion Heather turned to Lee "Yes Lee, you are only getting a spanking, a spanking that is from your big sister. We feel it is time that Ruth began to help out around here a bit more. In fact Dad and I had some words with Ruth about her lazy attitude just this week didn't we dear?" Heather looked at Ruth's bottom covered by the thin dress she wore, Ruth still wincing slightly indicating that the talk did not stop just at words. Ruth sat down on the dining room chair and shifted until she found a comfortable position. She looked at her Dad, who nodded in affirmation. "Lee Cooper come her now" the words she intended to utter came out in a strangled squeak. Taking a calming breath she tried again. "Lee, here now". Lee, despite intensely hating the very idea of submitting to his sister, slinked over to his big sister. Under the approving eyes of her parents Ruth reached out and pulled the 7 year naked boy over her thighs until his bubble bottom cheeks were positioned just so. "Now Lee I am going to spank you because you are a naughty boy, do you understand?" Ruth proclaimed, trying to mimic the authority that her parents found so easy to wield. "Yes" came a petulant reply from Lee as his head dangled to the floor Slap, Slap "Naughty boy when you are over my knee you will call me Ma'am, and until you do any spanks you get don't count", Slap, Slap, Slap. "Ow, Ow, Yes Ma'am sorry Ma'am, squealed Lee surprised at how much the slaps from his big sister hurt. "Good then. I shall spank you for two minutes and then you can thank me and stand in the corner" Ruth informed the humiliated Lee, as she revelled in the power of being able to spank her irritating little brother. Without waiting for Lee to reply she began alternately slapping each cheek of Lee's prominent butt. Each slap coming down with stinging force with a second's gap between them. It only took 20 of these slaps to break the young boy's resistance, determined as he was not to show his sister that she could hurt him. He began crying out "Oh stop, it hurts, please stop". Heather and George watching delightedly at their daughter's behaviour gave only a few pointers to the novice spanker, advising her to spread her slaps out to cover Lee's entire bottom, and advice to her to ensure that the inner spots of the cheeks were covered as well. Advice greatly appreciated by Ruth and the ecstatically watching Richard, but not quite so much by Lee who felt as if his sister was flaying him alive. George and Heather were unsure whether allowing Ruth this opportunity to spank her brother was wise in case she got ideas above her station, but had decided that if she did they could always spank her out of it, and a spanking by a sister was always a worse fate for a little boy than a mere parental spanking. SLAPPP, SLAPPP, SLAPPPP with three extra hard smacks aimed at the broken boys bottom Ruth finished her task. "There now say thank you Ma'am, and then off to the corner and show everyone your botty" Ruth commanded the sobbing boy, adding salt to his wounded pride. "Thank you Ma'am (snniifff)" he croaked out and wobbled over to the far corner. "I'm so proud Ruth, you handled that just right love" her mother exclaimed giving her young daughter a big congratulatory hug. "Yes, well done Ruth" her father added. "Thank you Sir" she replied when her mother released her. Smiling in pride at his daughter he turned to Thomas who throughout the last couple of minutes had turned white as he watched his big sister redden the bottom of his brother so well. "Don't worry Thomas, Ruth won't be spanking you today" his father reassured him. At this a brief expression of relief washed across his face which soon faded as his father continued. "As the oldest of my sons I expect a certain level of maturity. A level of maturity you failed to reach". "Sorry dad". "That's as may be Son, but you must be punished. Now bend over the table" George directed. Thomas made his way over to the edge of the table and bent over the table, his chest now flat on the chilly wooden surface, his nipples hardening at the coolness of oak they were pressed against. Turning his head to one side he saw his father slowly unbuckling the black leather belt from his waist, and then loop the belt several times around his hand leaving some 3 feet of supple leather hanging free. "Thomas Cooper, I am going to strap your backside until I am satisfied you are sorry. After each strike you will say thank you, if you do not then that stroke will not count, understand?" "Yes Sir". "Good prepare yourself boy". George drew back his hand and with all the impressive force he could measure lashed the belt down on Thomas exposed quivering cheeks. Crraccckkkk, the belt lashed horizontally, the first blow leaving a dark purpling where the tip impacted. "Arrrgghh, thank you" Thomas managed despite the pain lancing through his cheeks. Thwwippp. "Urrr, tha - thank you daddy" he grunted as the second lash landed low down on his cheeks. Splllaaaattt. "Aieeeeeeeee, ah ah ah" Thomas jumped up as the wild third lash snaked around and impacted on the bony far hip of the boy, causing an incandescent pain to shoot through him. "That one doe not count, Heather hold him down," George was unapologetic at his mislaid blow. Heather who herself had flinched at the blow still obeyed her husband and taking Thomas's shoulders forced him back down to the table. Unable to help herself she gave a quick kiss to the anguished brow, "be brave son, be brave". George ensured that the repeated third blow and the fourth blow were better aimed. He knew that the blow before was a mistake but knew that he could not show weakness in front of the children so had to continue. The fifth blow landed squarely on the darkening bruise the first exceptionally hard blow had made, causing Thomas to sob in pain but still manage to croak out his 'thanks'. Richard who was initially delighted to see his brother whipped was himself now crying softly at the sight of his brother being held down and thrashed. George took careful aim as he prepared the sixth and final blow. Stepping back a few inches he lashed in the blow. Crack, exactly were he intended. The leather belt curled around the nearest cheek with the tip of the belt curling in on the crack of Thomas's cheeks, leaving a vivid red weal no more than an inch from Thomas's crinkled defenceless anus. Despite Heather holding the boy down the pain of the final blow was to much for the 12 year old who jerked off the table and fell to the fall screaming and bawling, his hands holding his wealed and sore cheeks. George and Heather looked at each other and decided to allow Thomas to avoid the repeat stroke for failing to thank his father. Giving the broken 12 year old several minutes to recover a smidgeon of composure George bent over the prostrate boy and pulled him to a standing position. "George dear I told you that you needed to practice your belting more, look there are welts on his hip," Heather gently chided her husband. "You're right dear, but as they say, practice makes perfect, and the next time I whip the child - AND I WILL THOMAS BE SURE OF THAT - I will be better, and anyway a little pain never hurt anyone" George responded somewhat contradictorily Heather had gone over to Lee who still stood in the corner and brought him over to stand next to his crying older brother. "Are you both sorry now?" She demanded, to which both boys nodded tearfully. "Good then we only have one more thing to do then". At this Heather took hold of Lee's tiny penis and began roughly jerking it back and forth. Her husband casually reached out and began wanking Thomas' slightly larger penis in his large hand. "Remember Lee, remember Thomas, you must tell us when you are about to cum, or else you'll get a repeat dose of what you have just got". Despite the pain it took only a couple of minutes of having his mothers soft hands fondle before Lee stated to the room "Mummy I'm going to cummm". Heather immediately stopped, much to Lee's surprise, and his building orgasm halted agonisingly close to fruition. Thomas was finding it more difficult to reach the point of release. His fathers strong hands were callused and his brusque rubbing was slightly painful, coupled with the searing pain in his bottom Thomas endured several minutes more attention before he too felt the stirrings of his impending orgasm. "I'm going to cum Dad," he blurted. George immediately stopped his manipulations leaving Thomas' red penis quivering unreleased. Heather who throughout this had been occasionally fondling Lee to keep him at the edge also stopped. The two parents looked at each other and George spoke to both boys, "OK boys, that ends your punishment, I do hope a repeat lesson in not touching yourselves without permission won't be necessary". The two boys squirming with the sensation of the parental hand jobs looked surprised. It was Lee who broke the silence and asked, "But Mummy we haven't cum yet, please can we cum?" Slapp. Heather delivered a stinging slap to Lee's penis causing him to double up in surprised pain. "No child I and your father decide when and if you will cum, and today you will not cum. You are being punished because you took matters into your own hands in Switzerland, AND IF YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN you will be banned from masturbating forever, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" Lee who had just managed to straighten up following the blow to his privates, blanched at the intensity of his mother and mutely nodded. Thomas who feared a similar fate blurted out "Yes Mum". "Now both of you will remain completely naked for the rest of the evening, and I will be checking and if I see or even suspect that you have touched yourselves without permission, you won't know what hit you..." This threat was mutely reinforced by a stern nod from their father who had a clear view of the two children's red dicks as they stood shamefaced and humble in front of their mother. "Good, now children there are cakes and drinks in the lounge help yourself and you can tell us all about your trip..." Next Chapter - Changes at school Chapter 6 - Manor Hill Middle School - PTA Meeting. I don't remember this being in the job description, Mr Browne, mused dropping the large binder onto his desktop with a thump he lent back and stared wistfully at the window where rain gently pattered against the glass and down in small rivers, because if I had seen it I sure as hell would not of applied. His eyes strayed back to the cover of the folder "A guide to the effective implementation of the Physiological Development exercise regime", his eyes then strayed further to his desk drawer in which hid a bottle of cheap whiskey. No I better not the PTA meeting starts in an hour, and sure as sure can be I'm going to damn well need one afterwards. This meeting had been planned for weeks now, ever since the Dept for Education and Employment had required all schools in the UK to make preparations for full implementation of the Regime. Regime? I wander why it deserves a capital letter, even in my mind. I wander why we call it a Regime at all, sounds more like some small tin-pot country, with a tin-pot dictator in charge, bit like Canada. I wander why I am daydreaming this load of B^%$^%&s rather than getting ready for the PTA meeting. Ah yes the PTA meeting. A meeting normally only attended by a half dozen inadequate parents with nothing better to do than make my life hell with queries over the size of bean bags being used in the sports hall. But today will be different, indeedy-do, 50 RSVP's, fifty, unbelievable in the last decade of being head here, I doubt whether the PTA meetings have been attended by 50 in TOTAL. Nothing like a little talk on compulsory child development lessons to drag every liberal wishy washy parent and every right wing maniac to come crawling out of the woodwork. Sometimes I believe that half of my pupils parents are so liberal that they make Mother Teresa look like Adolf Hitler, and the other half so right wing they make Adolf Hitler look like Mother Teresa. Its nearly 6:30 I suppose I should make an effort. The school hall was crowded filled with seated parents who chattered noisily amongst themselves. The raised dais at the end of the hall seated 3 teachers with a fourth chair spare for Mr Browne. Threading his way to his allotted seat he passed a table where the 3 Cooper boys were seated next to their parents and older sister. Somewhat surprised he saw that the children were all dressed normally, perhaps due to the inclement weather outside. Smiling at Richard who blushed and looked away, he noted that the two other boys appeared to be shifting uncomfortably in their seats, as if perhaps their bottoms found the hard chairs uncomfortable for some unknown reason. I think I can guess why he thought to himself as he trotted up the steps to the raised dais, a smile coming to him unbidden at that thought. "Ladies, Gentleman your attention please" Mr Browne waited patiently as the noise of the chattering adults slowly diminished and silence reined. "I would like to being this meeting to order. This evenings meeting is to discuss how the school intends to implement the new Regime as required by the Government. "As you may be aware the mandatory nature of the new Regime has been suspended for 12 months to allow parents and others to prepare. "However I have been informed that all schools which receive state funding such as Manor Hill Middle School are required to provide appropriate assistance to those parents who implement the Regime before it becomes compulsory". A thin reedy voice called out interrupting the Headmaster "What exactly do you mean by 'appropriate assistance. I'm not at all sure I want any teacher abusing my Julie; and I don't see why precious school resources should be wasted on this disgraceful scheme." this comment came from the lips of one of the seated parents. It belong to Frederick Taverstock a man as thin and reedy as his voice indicated. Collecting his thoughts for a moment before responding Mr Browne he finally recalled the 'Julie' that the man referred too. A thin mousy looking girl who apparently took after her father, the poor thing. "Mr Taverstock I am well aware of your concerns over the new Regime; but please remember whilst the Regime is only voluntary for the first 12 months, this school is obliged to help, and it is still illegal to disrupt Regime activities, you may of course protest about the new rules, but given the majority support the policy enjoys in Government I doubt whether they will change their minds". Mr Browne delivered his sharp reminder to the seated Mr Taverstock despite silently having some support for his arguments, certainly the argument concerning the financial strain the new Act would cause the school, Mr Browne was less concerned over the children, some of them deserved a good thrashing, and could do with growing up, sentiments he developed over a long career of teaching these little 'darlings'. He was however acutely aware of the silent presence of two dark suited men who stood at the back of the hall. They had introduced themselves as 'observers' from the Institute for development of standards in public life. Although they said that they only wanted to gauge public opinion Mr Browne had heard on the grapevine of stories where teachers were sacked for giving less than 100% support to the Regime, and children taken into care because of their parents 'laxity of morals', after visits from such 'observers'. Mr Taverstock bristled in indignation but looking round and seeing little support from his fellow parents kept silent. Seeing this Mr Browne continued. "To meet its obligations the school will implement a number of initiatives, these will be new equipment purchases, an amended timetable and new school facilities. Miss Tomkins here will explain the changes in the school timetable". Miss Tomkins was one of teachers seated on the dais, barely in her twenties she was still keen and when asked by Mr Browne to take responsibility for drafting the new timetable was still naive enough to take it as a compliment. "Thank you Mr Browne" she responded as the Headmaster took his seat before turning to the assembled parents, "Mr Browne asked me to see how the timetable could be amended to provide time to assist in the 'physiological development' of our children". At the words 'physiological development' Miss Tomkins caught the eyes of young Thomas and Lee Cooper, who squirmed even more on their hard seats at the reminder at what this young teacher had done to them some few days before. "It has been arranged that 'Regime Children' will follow a slightly different timetable to the other children. Of course at the moment only some 10 to 15 children are 'Regime compliant' in this school, but it is expected that this number will increase over time. Firstly instead of morning assembly 'Regime Children' will have a 30 minute genital exercise session directed by a teacher or appropriate person. Secondly 'Regime Children' will be provided with separate sports training rather than standard football or gymnastics, this is of course in addition to normal lessons, not instead of. Thirdly compulsory after school exercise sessions will be required, these will vary and run the gambit of permissible Regime activities, as such these lessons will replace after school sessions such as the chess club and music lessons for Regime children". At the sound of compulsory after school sessions the three Cooper boys groaned softly, and not at being denied access to the chess club, but swiftly stopped when their mother glared at them. "....and finally 'Regime Children' may be required to assist in normal lessons as directed by their teacher." Smiling at the small round of applause that greeted her statement Miss Tomkins blushed slightly and made to sit back down in her seat. Mr Browne gave the young teacher an encouraging pat on the back as he walked back to the front of the dais. "Another part of the new school initiative has been the purchase of new equipment". Whilst Mr Brown was explaining this two of the teachers had walked to the curtain and carried two chairs forward to the front of the dais. "The school has been given a total of 4 Mk3 Independent Masturbatory Machines" at these words the majority of the audience remained silent. The majority were simply puzzled, a few like Mr Taverstock disapproving at the mention of 'masturbatatory'. However the looks on the faces of George and Heather Cooper were ones of pure delight, and those of the three Cooper boys sheer horror. "With luck these machines should be installed within a couple of weeks. In the meantime we have already taken delivery of some new 'control' chairs especially designed for children" at the is Mr Browne pointed towards the two large chairs now positioned at the front of the dais. "These chairs differ from the standard school plastic chairs upon which you sit in two ways. One, these chairs have ample padding and are therefore suitable for sitting in longer than our normal school seating. Secondly and most importantly they are fitted with an anal fastening device". At this a gasp erupted from the audience. Mr Browne picked up a chair and tilted if forward so the seat of the 'special' chair could now be seen by the surprised audience of parents. Clear for all to see was a small prong seated in the middle of the chair, its central position clearly indicating where it would be inserted in any child unfortunate enough to sit upon it. "The protrudence you see is designed to be inserted into the anus of a seated child and prevent undue fidgeting. These straps here" two straps which hitherto had been fastened to the underneath of the chair were pulled out and shown to the viewing parents. "These straps can be used to prevent a child from raising from a chair without permission" Mr Browne noting some looks the less 'Regime' committed parents were having hastened to reassure them, "A dildo this size has been expressly designed for pre-teen and teen anuses, and has been passed as suitable for long term use". "I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS" an apoleptic Mr Taverstock jumped to his feet almost incoherent with anger "YOU ARE TELLING ME THAT CHILDREN WILL BE FORCED TO SIT ALL DAY WITH THOSE THINGS UP THEIR BOTTOMS. Well I tell you this not my Julie, and not while I have anything to sat about this" with this the enraged father grabbed his wife's hand and stormed out. From where he stood Mr Browne noticed with disquiet the frantic scribbling of one of the dark suited 'observers' in a notebook. Not a betting man normally Mr Browne however would have bet a weeks wages that Mr Taverstock's daughter Julie may find herself being taken into care for her own 'developmental need', a pity he thought Julie was a nice polite child, and now it seems she would be the one to suffer for her fathers lack of control, a not unfamiliar state of affairs the Head sighed. "Yes, well, I can see some of you are concerned but let me reassure you these chairs are quite safe. To prove this I have arranged a demonstration, Gilly..." A large woman slightly overweight woman stood at the sound of her name. With a nod she swiftly disappeared through a side door. The expectant hall waited a few moments then heard raised voices followed by an echoing slap. Moments later Gilly reappeared through the door holding in one hand a large black pot and with the other hand the large woman literally dragged a small naked boy into the crowded hall. Lee, Richard and Thomas instantly recognised Terence a 9 year old boy who was in the year below Richard as the unfortunate child, and had gone with them on the skiing trip. As Gilly dragged him unwillingly through the hall and towards the dais his tiny penis flapped wildly. Thomas noted with a pang of jealously that despite being a couple of years older than the naked boy, Terence's penis was as least as big as his if not bigger. Richard noting Thomas's envious stare smirked at his brother, who due to his parents presence could do nothing to his brother but seethe in impotent embarrassment. The other thing that the Cooper boys as well as all the others noted was a bright red hand mark on the right cheek of Terence. A clear sign of how Gilly had settled the argument she had had with Terence before re-entering the hall. When the naked boy and his mother made they way to the dais Mr Browne continued. "Mrs Gilly Smith here is a member of the PTA and has helpfully provided us with young Terence here to be a demonstrator Terence is 9 years old and is more or less in the middle of the age group this school accepts, and is therefore an ideal subject to demonstrate how appropriate these chairs are for general school usage. At a nod from the Head Gilly took hold of her son and began to move him into a suitable position. Terence now stood behind the chair facing the audience. His naked body and genitalia hidden behind the slim modesty of the back of the chair. Terence hands were placed on the back of the chair by his mother, his back now slightly bent at the hips and his legs straight and a shoulder length apart. With a single finger Gilly tipped Terence's chin up so that Terence had no choice but to stare straight at the audience. The audience stared back in frank interest at the spectacle. The three Cooper boys felt something other than mere curiosity knowing full well that whatever diabolical torments that the 'special chair' promised would be theirs to 'enjoy' come school time. Gilly finally satisfied at the positioning of her young boy began to unscrew the lid of the black pot she carried with her onto the dais. Dropping the lid on the floor beneath her she daintily dipped two fingers into it and scooped out a thick glob of brown viscous grease. Like some magician's assistant she held the fingers and grease up for inspection to the audience. Turning to her child she stood behind him and run her covered fingers up his butt crack in one solid smooth motion. Mr Browne and the other teachers seated behind Terence had a birds eye view of the child's crevice. The paleness of his white bottom now marred by a line of brown grease running along the insides of each of Terence's bum cheeks. Not yet satisfied with the coverage she had managed Gilly repeated the 'greasing' twice more until a thick covering of grease covered all of her sons crack. Throughout this Terence had no option but to look in the eyes of the assembled parents and Institute observers. Some say that the eyes are windows into the soul, in which case Terence's eyes are red rimmed frames into his personal torment. Gilly after a moments contemplation dipped her fingers once more into the grease jar and scooped out a generous amount. Feeling that perhaps some explanation was necessary she began to lecture the viewing audience of parents. "Terence here has had grease smothered on his bottom. However in order to minimise the potential for unnecessary irritation to his botty, he must be lubricated inside as well". At these words Terence moaned and dropped his eyes from the mocking stares of the viewing adults. "Ooooohhh" Terence's head formally drooping now jerked back up as his mother with an insistent push inserted a greased finger into his anus. Terence was surprised, his mother had fingered him before, when giving enemas or masturbating him. this time much to his relief there was no great burst of pain from her violation of his tiny hole. Instead an almost pleasant tingle ran through his groin as his mother circled her finger spreading a generous coating of grease up into him. After a good thirty seconds Gilly finally extracted her finger, wiping her hand on a tissue she dug out of her pocket. "OK Terry this way" Gilly took hold of the boys shoulder and walked him around to the front of the chair. Terence now watched the small dildo protruding from the chair with trepidation. To his surprise his mother did not immediately force him down on it. Gilly smiling at the concerned look in the eyes of her son. Quickly took Terence by the shoulders and turned him around so that his greased bottom could be seen by the assembled onlookers. With another equally sudden motion she bent the boy double his forehead coming down close to the chair seat, but more importantly his crack was now exposed even more to the gazes of the on-looking parents. "As you can see children will normally be well lubricated before using these devices" Gilly explained her point reinforced by the finger she used to point to the grease, some of which now trailed down the inner thigh of the boy. "Dry use of the chairs is possible but would be reserved for the most incorrigible of children" Gilly continued, at which point she flashed a quick almost imperceptible glance at the three Cooper boys. A glance missed by most of the audience but certainly not missed by the three boys themselves, who gulped silently in their currently normal chairs. Having made her point she stood her son back up and began the process of seating the boy onto the pronged chair. It took a few moments before she positioned the child's boy hole directly over the dildo and gently pushed him down onto it. A soft pop and a gaping groan from Terence were the only signs that the mother had successfully completed her task. After checking to enure that her son was fully down on the chair and that the flange in the dildo had caught the boys anal ring securely, she quickly whipped up the two trailing restraining belts from under the chair and looped them around Terence's thin thighs. Terence who until now did not believe that his evening could be any worse was shocked to discover he was wrong. His body now seemed to work in conjunction with his mother to abuse the boy. Terence knew it was inevitable, his mothers slick fingers and the fullness in his rectum caused his small penis to harden and poke out in it's tiny glory. A burst of laughter issued from the audience at the sight. terence his bottom and now his pride abused, blushed fiercely at his bodies betrayal. "Ha, ha, ha, well done Terence a most impressive show, and of course thank you Mrs Smith" Mr Browne the head master who had until now had left Terence to his mothers kind ministrations stood up. "As you can see these chairs are not designed to injure children's bottoms and indeed can be quite pleasurable for the user" he waved at Terence's bobbing dicky, "The main purpose of these chairs is to secure children and prevent them from fidgeting and disrupting lessons. Therefore they have been designed for prolonged use. There is also the facility to make the dildos vibrate but unfortunately these chairs have not been plugged in, as we lack any power points up here'. The parents around the hall murmured over the display of Terence seated on an unforgiving prong his small penis stiffly pointed upwards in defiance of his humiliation. Coughing to regain the audiences attention Mr Browne continued the meeting. 'Finally I would like to inform you all of new school buildings which are planned to assist in 'Regime' activities. We have been fortunate to secure funding for two such facilities. The first will be public display cubicles. These will be glass cubicles where 'Regime' compliant children can be displayed during punishments, detention etc. These display cubicles will be built outside the school office, and in plain view of the public road, but they will still be on school premises so that the children can be safely looked after, and when necessary kept secure from the elements" Mr Browne at this gave a look to the windows of the hall where rivulets of rain cascaded down. An approving murmur met this announcement, sensing the audiences approval Mr Browne quickly went on to explain the second more controversial announcement. "The second adaptation will be the building of public toilets for 'Regime' children. These toilets will be standard urinals and toilets however they will be housed in a clear perspex cube some 20ft big. The purpose of these facilities is to ensure that 'Regime' children do not develop any undesirable habits or 'modesty' urges, when going to toilet. Children have been known to masturbate without authorisation in standard private toilet cubicles but these public facilities will help prevent this. For you parents who will not be 'Regime compliant' need not worry as standard toilets will remain, and be forbidden only to 'Regime' children". As expected the audience this time was more reserved. Mr Browne smiled inwardly; Typical British he thought, we don't mind whipping our children, wanking them of or forcing things up their up their bottoms, but talk about 'number 1'a & 2's' and THEN they start thinking twice, go figure. Shaking himself from his introspection Mr Browne surveyed his audience before continuing. "Now the evening is drawing on and we most soon vacate the hall. I remind you that tonight was to explain the new regime to you. As I explained at the beginning the 'Regime' is optional for now, but the school will assist all parents who decide to implement the 'Regime' early. The school will welcome visits by parents thinking of joining the 'Regime' early and who wish to see children going through the new Regime, or to view the new school facilities, but please make an appointment with the school secretary first of course. In order for the school to prepare and allocate its resources I will be sending out letters asking all parents whether and when they will be implementing the 'Regime'. I have here" at this he waved to the end of the hall where a table sat with a pile of A4 sheets upon it, "some of these 'Regime' letters which you can take with you tonight, they can either be returned tonight or to the school office at your convenience. Thank you and good night ladies and gentleman." At this the audience of parents began to brake up, groups of parents standing around discussing tonight's events amongst themselves. A few of the parents at Gilly Smiths invitation walked up to the dais and inspected the tied and dildoed Terence, one of the more bold mothers with Gilly's approval closely examined the stiff penis protruding from Terences groin. Ignoring the other chattering parents and the crying humiliated Terence (after all tiny erect penis's and crying boys was nothing new to them), George and Heather Cooper made there way to the rear of the hall and picked up 3 of the A4 'Regime' slips and then returned to the table where there children remained seated glumfaced. "Lets see" George began as he and his wife began to scan down the contents of the letter. Name of Child. Age of Child. Question 1. Will your children be 'Regime compliant' ? Q2. Will daily 'physiological exercise' be required? Q3. Is public display permissible? Q4. Can severe (i.e. Regime listed corporal punishment be used as Teacher wishes? Q5. Are there any specific restrictions? "Well Dear" George remarked to Heather "this seems quite clear, so Yes to the first 4 and No to the last?" "Yes Dear, in for a penny in for a pound, as my mother used to say. I'm quite glad really it was getting quite a chore to have to masturbate and probe these ragamuffins by myself, several times every day, and even with Ruth's help I have better things to do with my time. If the school wants to help I say let them" Heather replied, much to her children's dismay, their vain hopes at a motherly reprieve blown from the water. Richard, lee and Thomas all looked at each other as their parents quickly completed the three school permission sheets which confirmed their impending doom... Next Chapter - Afternoon Tea with the relatives. Chapter 7 - The relatives come around for afternoon Tea. The four Cooper children sat around the coffee table each salivating at the array of goodies laid out for Sunday tea. The three boys of the family were glad that in honor of the imminent visit of their Aunt and cousins, they were temporarily exempt from their regular rule of nude when at home. Sometimes, in special circumstances they were allowed underpants, but today their parents were being generous in permitting them to be fully dressed. Thomas, Richard, and Lee all though it very unfair that their older sister Ruth didn't have the same rule. She only had to be nude for her development exercises, for punishments, and at bedtime. The three boys also considered it unfair that Ruth was allowed to wear her complete uniform at school while they had to be bare below the waist. "How long Mum" Lee the youngest Cooper present whines to his mother as she fusses about the lounge dusting non existent motes of dust of her ornaments. Distractedly Heather continues her housework replies "As I told you earlier Lee, when Auntie Linda gets here and not before". "You heard your mother Lee, now sit quietly, and Heather dear please stop that fussing" George who had been unsuccessfully trying to ignore his family behind his newspaper finally gives up, "your sister is a single mother with two teenagers I'm quite sure she's seen dust before, not that there is any dust of course dear" he quickly backtracks at the black look his wife shoots at him. The sitting children giggle at this, causing George to hurrumph and busy himself once again with reading his paper. Brrinnggg.... Finally to the relief of the children and George the doorbell rings out signaling the impending visit of the relatives. After a final check of the room Heather hurries over and opens the door, and is quickly engulfed in a huge hug by a young woman aged about 36, two teenagers standing behind her their faces a picture of disgust at their mothers embarrassing antics. "Heather how are you darling" Mwahh, Mwahh. Heather tries to escape her sisters clasp as her younger sister delivers two kisses on her cheeks in an European chic exaggerated manner, designed purposely to irritate the her slightly uptight older sister Heather. "Evening Linda" George came up to rescue his wife from her sister "and is this John and Tanya I see hiding behind you , my how you've grown". A chorus of "Hello Uncle George" come from the two children, although at 16 John was looking more and more grown up and Tanya at 17 was already a woman in body if nor in law. Despite his best intentions George sneaked a look at the tight top that Tanya wore which hugged her fair sized breasts. Both Heather and Linda were well endowed but age and breast feeding children had caused their breasts to swell and sag slightly, Tanya though had her families breasts at their peak of attractiveness, George mused, reminiscing about what first attracted him to his wife those many years ago. "George, George" Heather interrupted his musings "well are you going to keep my sister and niece and nephew waiting on the door step?" "Sorry where are my manners, this way please Heather here has laid on an excellent tea for us to enjoy". The afternoon Tea went as expected the room soon broke up into 3 separate groups. The three adults chatted away sipping their tea, whilst the children split into two camps. The four Coopers munched non stop on the cakes, crumpets and dainty sandwiches arrayed on the coffee table. While the two visiting cousins sat by themselves eating somewhat more politely from the morsels on offer. Their parents had hoped that the two groups of children would amuse themselves. Why is that parents still persist in believing that just because their children are related in blood, that they will be instant friends? Children of the Coopers age have little in common with teenagers like Tanya and john. While Tanya and John have even less in common with young children who they believed they outgrew so long ago. Eventually George gave in tired of the sulking presence of the two children and the bickering of the younger children. "OK children go up to your rooms and play nicely while the grown ups have a chat" Heather commanded. "John, you go with them and maybe your cousins will let you play with their toys, luv" Linda chimed in as the four children scampered off relieved to be free of the constraints of parental observation. "Oh Mum, why do I have to go with the children" John whined, "what about Tanya why does she get to stay and not me?" "Because Tanya is a young woman and can hold a decent conversation, whilst you are a young boy and cannot string more than two syllables together" seeing a frown crease Johns face Linda glared at her son and tapping her handbag next to her continued "Do what I tell you John or do you want Mr hairbrush to make a visit to botty-town". Seeing that his mother was serious, and the delight on his sisters face at his discomfiture John decided to retreat with what remained of his dignity, sloping off after his departed cousins. When the door shut behind the departed Heather turned to her sister. "Well Linda how are things now that Andrew left you? How long has it been 6 months since the divorce was finalised?" "Things are going fine, you wouldn't believe the peace and quiet you can get without a worthless husband cluttering up the place. You should try it sis" this last comment made by Linda with a grin at George who sat opposite who had by now picked up his newspaper once more, and was currently well on the way for the gold medal in selective hearing. "That's good, I was worried about you, you know" Heather gently patted her sister on the knee. "Don't worry about me. I'll admit that there have been some difficulties and adjustments to be made. But remember my ex-husband was only good for two things, money and sex" Linda replied with an earthy guffaw, "and the alimony he has to pay takes care of the first". "and the second?" "Well between you and me Sis, the new Regime has been a godsend." "The regime" Heather frowned "how can that help, it's nothing but another chore as far as I'm concerned, and aren't Tanya and John too old now?". "Yes but remember you have that virile stallion of a man to service your needs" at Linda's comment the three ladies laughed out loud at the somewhat of an exaggeration of George's attractiveness to the opposite sex. George on the other hand lowered his newspaper and peaked over the top, "and don't you forget it my little love muffin" he shot back to his wife whilst wagging his eyebrows in mock flirtation before resuming his reading. "But seriously Linda" Heather continued after stopping her laughter "how on earth does this new Regime help you out, with you know what?" "Heather, Heather, Heather, have you read the new law?" seeing the shake of her sisters head she continued, "I have, remember I have a law degree, the Act makes very interesting reading. Whilst the Government has concentrated on young children as they can most benefit from the new rules, the Act is clear, it applies to all teenagers who are not married or in the Army". "Really?" "Yes Sis, you and George have a good decade of 'developing' your children, well in little Lee's case anyway, Ruth has only 5 years to go, unless you can marry her off early". "Yes but how does being responsible for Tanya here" at Heather's gesture Tanya nods demurely "and John help you?" "Heather you can't really be that obtuse surely" Linda seeing Heather's lack of understanding rolled her eyes, "Heather what does the new Regime involve?" "It involves emotionally, physically and sexually developing children" "Correct, but understand there is a world of difference between developing a 16, 17 or 18 year old than there is an 8, 9 or 10 year old. Now from what you have been telling me about your sproglings all that is currently involved is a few hand jobs and a bit of gentle fingering, correct?" "Well yes but there still young. Even Ruth is not fully developed". "Exactly, but John is a grown boy and Tanya here is hardly waif like" Tanya blushed fiercely as her mother pointed out her ample yet firm breasts and curvy figure, "Don't be so modest child, you are a beautiful young girl and very soon will be a beautiful young woman. What is appropriate sexually of a late teenager, is completely different from that of preteens. All sorts of options are available at their ages" Linda tells Heather with a suggestive look."You mean you get your son John to 'service you'" Heather asks with a horrified look. Curiosity finally overcoming his desire to be left out of this conversation George lowers his paper and waits for his sister in laws answer. "Don't be ridiculous. First of all it's fuck or make love, after what you have been doing to assist your children don't try and pretend your a prude sis. Secondly I have just divorced one pencil dicked man, and I don't want to replace him with another. Lets just say that down there John takes after his father. No I don't allow John to have sex with me, in fact I have decided not to allow him to have an orgasm until he is married. But to ensure that I have some relief and John gets his 'Regime' allocation I have him go down on me every day. There is nothing like a frustrated boy licking you to relieve the days stresses. Anyway are you telling me that you and George don't have Ruth or one of the boys give you oral?". "No we haven't, we don't know whether that would be right do we dear? Heather asks her husband in support. "Nonsense" Linda interrupts before George can reply to his wife "Take Ruth for example you and George are responsible for ensuring she becomes a fully sexually rounded woman who will make someone a good wife right. Well what sort of wife does not know how to give a blowjob. Also just think how happy your boys wives will be when they become experts at cunnilingus. Also remember that requiring one of your children to do this allows you to get on with something else. For example I had Tanya lick me yesterday whilst I watched my soaps, didn't I dear?" Tanya who was by now bright red in humiliation mumbles an affirmative reply, whilst attempting to avoid the interested look that George was running up and down her body. "Well we could certainly consider adding this to our household couldn't we dear" George replied eagerly. "George!!!!!" Heather exclaimed. "Well at least consider it Heather" Linda interjected heading off a possible argument, "for your children's sake at least" she added twisting the knife of parental concern a little into her sisters mind. Seeing her sister nibble her lip as she mulled over this revelation Linda knew that now was the right time to broach the delicate issue, which was the real reason why she had wangled an invitation over to her sisters today. "Heather, George, I need to ask you a favour. Now normally I would have had my worthless ex, take responsibility for this but he's no longer on the scene. As he is gone I wonder whether you could help". Well really it's George's help I need". "You know I would normally be more than glad to help, but moneys a bit tight right now and....." George began. "Don't panic man, it's not you wallet I'm after, it's your penis". "I beg your pardon" Heather blurted out. "Not that I am not honoured Linda, but I don't think that it would be appropriate for you and me to...." George responded aghast, not so much at the idea, but at the fact that his wife was present. "Good grief no, not me George. No I want you to sleep with Tanya" Linda informed the thunderstruck couple. George looked first at his wife, and then to his niece who now sat head bowed and her hands clasped in front of her. Finally collecting his thoughts George looked at Linda unsure of what to say before deciding on, "What?". "Yes George I want you to have sex with Tanya. You see she has never had sex with a man before. Oh yes I have fucked her with a strap on numerous times, but as anyone will tell you that is simply not the same thing. Now Tanya is 17 and I plan to marry her off to a young man within the next year, and it simply would not be fair on Tanya or her husband to be, whomever it is I finally choose for her, if she has no sexual experience with a man. Now normally her father would be able to help but that's no longer an option. So I wandered whether her uncle would step into the breach so to speak?" "Well certainly I would be happy to" George began, before noting the look in his wife's eyes and seamlessly backtracked "however my wife is my one true love and I would not wish to hurt her in anyway". "Please Heather, this is important, to me and to your niece" Linda begged her sister, "all George would have to do is give some basic training to Tanya, basic positions and so on, and of course you or I could be present to make sure that all the necessary techniques were covered. Well what do you say, please..." Torn with indecision Heather silently considered the offer. She truly cared for her niece, and being a virgin on her own wedding night she knew that having a caring relative show the way would greatly help Tanya when her own wedding night came. However a pang of jealously arose within her. Now Heather was an attractive full bodied woman, but she was approaching middle age and had 4 children under her belt, she knew that her body could never compete with the 17 year temptress that her sister wanted her husband to lie with. CRRAAASSSSHHH, a loud noise broke her from her churning thoughts as the ceiling above her literally shook. A piercing cry broke out from above her, her mother ear instantly picking up the crying of one of her children. Jumping up she trotted up the stairs, George and Linda close on her heels. Bursting into the boys bedroom a site of utter carnage awaited her. On the floor next to the bed from which he had apparently fallen lay Richard, astride him John who was holding him down. On one side stood Ruth, Thomas, and Lee watching the commotion. "WHAT is going on here" Heather commanded her voice instantly quelling the room. Linda bursting into the room behind Heather immediately strode over to her son and by the expedient of twisting his ear painfully made him stand and leave Richard still laying on the floor. "Well I asked you a question" she demanded looking around, fixing her eye on her daughter she turned her full glare on the poor girl. "Well Ruth Cooper?" Breaking under the stare Ruth immediately confessed all that happened. "It was Richard he wouldn't let the rest of us on the playstation" Ruth offered in the face of her mothers question, "in the end John tried pushing Richard out of the way, and well...." Ruth trailed off as her mothers face indicated her rising anger. "SILENCE, that's it Ruth, Lee, Thomas, get undressed and into bed right now" the furious mother barked out. "But mum it's only 6 p.m." the three whined. "Did I ask you for the time?" this statement was said by Heather in such a quiet and controlled voice that the three brothers immediately quietened and began to strip their clothes off getting ready for bed. They knew there mother well, when she was angry she yelled, but when she was really quiet you were in real trouble. In a few minutes the two boys and one girl stood nude. The three adults, Ruth and John drunk in the sight of the three naked children. Heather however spared little time to admire their bodies and stepping quickly over to Lee she lifted his left arm up until he was on tip toes and delivered a massive swinging smack to his defenceless botty. SLAAAAPPPP, an immediate cry of pain issued from his lips and a bright red hand print stood out on his preteen bottom cheek. With equal quickness she repeated the slap to Thomas and Ruth. "Now to bed all of you, and Ruth go to your room and to bed as well, NOW" Heather seeing the three immediately comply, turned to the remaining Richard who had by now stood and quivered into the corner in fear of his mothers righteous indignation. "Get down stairs and prepare yourself for punishment, I have told you before about hogging the toys, they are for all of you equally". "But Mum I wasn't to blame" "NOW BOY" "Richard shook at the ferocity of his mother turned and slipping past his father and auntie ran down the stairs so as not to annoy his mother a jot more. Linda watched her sister turn and follow her recalcitrant son through the door, turning she looked over to her son who stood smirking at the fate of his younger cousin, "John, go downstairs and prepare yourself too". "But why, It was Richard's fault he wouldn't share" John whined in a wheedling tone. "And that gives you the right to beat up your cousin who is 1/2 your size and 5 years younger? No don't bother answering. IT DOES NOT. So I am going to give you the spanking of your lifetime, so that you will remember that you can't solve problems with violence". John's face fell out this proclamation of his dreadful, if slightly hypocritical reaction from his mother. Knowing that his mother never changed her mind, and had an, to his mind certainly, unhealthy interest in spanking his bottom, followed his Auntie Heather and Richard downstairs. When John and Aunty Linda entered the lounge once more Richard was already stripped to his briefs, a gaping Tanya an amazed witness, as her young cousin of few moments before had run into the room and began disrobing before her eyes. Tanya understood what was going on a few minutes later when aunty Heather followed Richard into the room her eyes like thunder. "Take those things off as well" she brusquely commanded Richard waving at his tiny briefs. "I'm sorry dear" Heather told the teenage girl seeing her confusion, "but young Richard has been a naughty boy and is going to be punished, and how to little boys get punished for fighting in this house?" this last question directed at Richard who now stood nude, his tiny penis hanging loose mere feet from the eyes of the seated Tanya. "They get punished on the bare botty" Richard mumbled. "And what do they get punished with?" "the cane." This last answer was at least to Tanya's eyes unnecessary, as at this moment Uncle George strode into the room flexing a thin rattan cane he had collected on his way; behind him came a hangdog John and her mother, who strangely did not seem angry but rather anticipatory? When all 3 adults and 3 children were in the room Linda motioned with a quick point of her fingers to John. Tanya knew this motion well, in her house it meant disrobe, either for punishment or for 'exercises', and seeing the naked Richard, and the cane wielding George, Tanya guessed it would be very much the former. This should prove interesting she thought. She had seen he brother naked before of course, today even, and her brother had seen her naked, she thought with a little shudder. Their mother was a firm believer in the siblings assisting each other, John had gone down on her cunny numerous times, and she had fondled him as well. Her brothers nakedness was not what would be interesting, it would be the fact that he would have to show what he wore to his uncle and auntie, and oh how delicious, even to little Richard..... Arhh yes she though he we go. John had by now stripped all his clothes but a pair of boxers he wore. After one last, unsuccessful, pleading look at his mother he slipped his last strap of modesty down and they fell to his knees. Now he too stood nude his 16 year old teen body proving an interesting comparison with his young cousins prepubescent form. A gasp came from George and then a snort from Heather, seconds later she burst out laughing, and Richard blushed and a small tear formed in the corner of one eye. The cause of Heather's mirth was clear to all 5 of the people who now carefully examined Johns body. His dick was by no means a cause for laughter, but certainly not also a cause for pride. Tanya knew that it was some 3 inches flaccid and an average 5 inches hard, slightly thin not bad for a young boy. Where the hilarity came from was the fact that the teenage boys dick and balls were completely hairless, giving him the appearance of a much younger boy. There was however an even bigger reason for the gasping response of Heather and George. Johns penis was tightly bound and covered in a bent plastic tube. Tanya knew this was a bespoke chastity device that her mother had obtained for Richard from the local Regime Institute; in truth she too wore an equivalent female version which cupped her mound tightly like a second skin. Letting her sister recover her composure Linda felt an explanation was in order. "I see Auntie Heather, uncle George and Richard have seen your 'attitude restrainer', son. Please explain why you are wearing it" she instructed her humiliated teenage child. "My Mum makes me where this tube as she knows I will abuse myself, and loose my sperm without authority" the boy replies his explanation clearly one learnt by rote. "Correct John here was until last year a compulsive masturbator, several times a week he would wank himself and cum. Fortunately the new 'Regime' rules have enabled me to save the boy from his own perversions. I have fitted this device and now I decide when and if he can have release" Linda explained to the two adults, demonstrating her points by lifting up the entombed penis of John and dropping it back down so that it flopped down once more. Heather and George looked at each other before remembering the recent difficulties they had with two of their children taking matters into their own hands. Linda continued "The reason he is hairless is the fact that I use hair removal cream on him, and Tanya for that matter" this quick aside causing the young girl to blush, "I feel it gives a cleaner look and obviously prevents hairs being trapped in the belt". Heather asked "But what about his physical development, how can he be exercised whilst wearing that thing?" "Remember Sis, the rules say 'exercise' not cums, as we talked about earlier John here gets plenty of exercise with his tongue on my vagina" at his mothers crude explanation of his familial duties John turned his head away from the piercing stares of the adults, straight into the eyes of the amazed Richard. Ignoring this by-play Linda continued, "Now clearly it would be wrong for me to do anything which reduced Johns sperm production. I therefore have a local neighbour give John a prostate massage once a week to ensure his 'production' is kept up. Wonderful man my neighbour, 80 years old and an ex nurse, he was the one who explained the process, all you do see is finger his anus until you find his prostate, couple of minutes rubbing and his sperm is reduced without an orgasm. Of course the neighbour is an expert so a couple of minutes of his geriatric finger up young Johns bum hole, and the pressure is relieved for another week, isn't that right John?" John by now was freely crying tears trickling down his cheeks, did not answer his mother. George who treasured his orgasms as much as the next man asked the question which bothered him most. "Linda you mean that young John there does not have any orgasms? at all?" "Correct, understand that complete orgasm abstinence is not suitable for young children like Richard over there. As his parents you and Heather have to ensure he starts wet cumming, and then builds up his sperm production so he can reproduce later. But John is developed so orgasms are strictly speaking unnecessary for him. "How long has it been since you last came boy" she asked the broken John. "I don't know" John mumbled back. "I do over 6 months. 6 months without an orgasm, and despite today's little ruckus, his orgasm control makes him a much more compliant little boy normally. In fact I have decided that John shall not have an orgasm until he is married. Which incidentally I have arranged for him to marry a local young girl I know when he is 18" seeing the looks of confusion on Heather and George's face she explained "remember the Regime states that parents may decide who their children marry now, at least whilst they are a teenager. "Anyway John can relax, he won't be having a normal 'release for at least another 18 months. His bride will be one lucky girl on her wedding night, hey Sis" Linda joked her hands pantomiming a huge explosion. But I forget myself we are not here to explain about Johns Regime but to punish the naughty boy. I see you are going to cane Richard. I prefer a good over the knee spanking for John, perhaps with a little visit of Miss Hairbrush to Mr Botty land for added spice. You see John here is very immature emotionally and needs to be treated just like a 5 year old. I have a favour to ask. Since I am your guest can I give John his spanking first, you can then give Richard his well deserved whipping. I have plans for John later, Is that O.K?" Seeing the nods from her relatives Linda sat down next to Tanya and beckoned over John. John clearly knowing what was expected of him bent over his mothers knee his bottom now centrally placed over his mothers laps. Tanya carefully secured her brothers legs with her hands. Seeing the looks of the others present Linda explained whilst cheerfully rubbing her teenage sons cute bottom. "Young John here doesn't take his little spankings well, so I often have Tanya here help me. Here she can hold down his legs and stop him kicking. Are we ready John, then lets proceed". A second later Linda lands a moderate slap to Johns cheek, another following on the other cheek. Then getting into a rhythm Linda began spanking the boy, each slap was to the eyes of George and Heather to soft, certainly Richard casting nervous glances at the thin cane his father held would gladly have exchanged places. Slap after slap descended on Johns, after three minutes his backside was still only a fetching shade of pink. With a final slap Linda bade the nude boy to stand in front of her and began to address him. "Now baby do you know why Mummy had to spank spank your botty?" "Because I've been a bad little boy" the 16 year old choked out between gritted teeth as he saw the mocking glare of his mother and sister. Affectionately caressing Johns outer thighs she turned to her sister, "You see Heather punishing a teenager is different to punishing a small child like Richard over there. I wasn't spanking him to cause pain, after all he is 16 years old and I would have to cause serious harm to really get the message across. However my neighbour, I mentioned him earlier remember, the elderly nurse who milks all the nasty juices out of my boy" John blushed bright red and wished the earth would open up right there and then, as his aunt and uncle both nodded their remembrance. "You see he explained to really punish a boy you can either hurt their bottoms or there pride, and there is nothing more important to a boy than his pride. So John only gets a gentle spanking because that's all little boys get, right Johnny?" "Yes mother" John quickly seeing the look his mother gave him amended that "Yes Mummy". Linda satisfied that her point had been driven home turned to Richard who stood against the wall still naked and fearing his impending whipping, "Don't worry Richie, John's punishment is not over yet, and you get to help with the second part, won't that be fun" to which promise Richard returned a sickly grin his thoughts more concerned with his bottom than his cousins. "But first boy you must be punished for fighting" this spoken by Heather who walked over to him and taking him by the shoulder guided him over to a chair. The back of the padded chair was so high that his mother had to lift him onto it. His bare legs now dangled inches from the floor, his weight held by his arms outstretched on the arm rests, and his groin pressing into the coarse fabric. "Now bend over, oh and don't worry your father has been practising with the cane on a cushion" this maternal comforting statement brought back memories to the bent over naked boy of the wide slashes his older brother had received a few days ago. Richard was unsure what was worse; an enthusiastic amateur with a belt, or a professional with a cane. Swisssshh, thwaaack a dumb numbing sensation came over Richard's backside as George delivered the first surprise blow straight into the middle of the boys soft bottom. A few moments later and his brain received urgent signals from his butt, informing him that something was seriously wrong; "Arrrhhhhhh, oh shit, shit that fucking hurts" he screamed out in surprise. Slapp, slapp, his mother delivered two viscous hand slaps to the boys bottom deliberately aiming for the darkening welt that was already apparent on Richard's otherwise pale bottom, "Richard Cooper, if I hear such filthy language again you will get double and have your mouth washed out with soap - George please proceed lets get this over with so we can back to our Tea, we've spent too much time on this boys bad behaviour already". George was delighted to follow his wife's request. The cane he held was only a junior cane but could still seriously hurt, and whilst he had indeed practised on a cushion for several hours, there was nothing like a real caning. Taking a step back he spun the cane round delivering another full force stroke on his sons raised bottom. The cane impacted the flesh a mere 1/2 inch from the first raised weal. Again Richard screamed in pain, but this time did not swear. Perhaps because he feared his mothers threat, more likely because his mind was overwhelmed with more pain then he had experienced before. Swish, crack, scream - 9 more times George whipped in the cane, his last two strokes aimed for the crying snotty nosed boys thighs causing a scream of pain so visceral that Lee, Ruth and Thomas safely tucked up in bed on the floor above softly cry in sympathy. "There we go 11 strokes, all delivered" George panted, he was exhausted he did not realise that caning a child was so tiring, looking at the clock on the mantelpiece, he was surprised that the caning hand taken 5 minutes, it had seemed to him that it was over in a few seconds, however he could concede that Richard would probably argue that it lasted hours to his mind. "Eleven I though a round dozen was traditional" Tanya piped up. The young girl, woman really she was after all 17 had watched with awe at the impact of the cane blows, more used to the genteel spankings and occasional hairbrushing that her mother dished out to her and her brother. Richard were he in any state to do so would have cursed his cousin; but Richard lay prone over the chair sobbing gently his bottom wealed and red from the caning, his mind still unable to comprehend anything other than pain. "She's right you know" Linda supported her daughters comment. "Well we had planned on giving our children 1 stroke for every year, it seems fairer" Heather responded looking at George. "A dozen is traditional, and this is his first caning, but certainly not his last I wager, so lets make it a round dozen" George agreed, more than willing to lay on another stroke. "Oh George, why don't we let Tanya have a go, after all it was her suggestion" Heather asked her husband slipping an arm around his waist. "Well OK, Susan over here please". Susan looked at her mother and receiving an approving nod leaped over to her uncle and gingerly took hold of the proffered cane. George slipping out of his wife's arm walked Tanya over and positioned her the right distance from Richard's prominent bottom. Taking hold of her arm and a guiding arm around the young woman's arm began demonstrating how she should proceed, much as if he was giving her a golfing lesson. Heather noted with a pang of irritation the casual familiarity that George had when he manipulated his nieces body through a practice swing, he is going to have to be damn convincing if he thinks I'm letting him 'train' that hussy. George and Tanya oblivious to Heather's thoughts were finally happy, and George stepped back to allow his niece to deliver her stroke. Twisting her arm and body back like she was preparing to strike a home run, she whipped in a ferocious blow that tore through the air before crashing into Richard's already sore bottom. Her aim unfortunately did not match her enthusiasm the cane only catching the left cheek of the boy, the tip accelerating round its arc impacted into the dark crevice of his cheeks barely missing his vulnerable anus. "Aaaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeee, this final misplaced blow finally overcome Richard who lurched forward on the chair losing his balance, overtipping he fell the 3 or 4 feet to the floor landing four square on his inflamed buttocks, causing a further screech to issue from the child as he curled up into a foetal position hands grasped on his cheeks. "Ooh well yes, slightly off centre there dear, but never mind, can't expect accuracy on your first attempt" George comforted his niece who looked shamefaced at the misplaced stroke she had delivered to her cousin. Linda seeing that Richard's punishment was finally over walked over to John where he stood his face deathly white as he watched the sight of his little cousin being whipped. "John time for your second punishment, and time to make amends to poor Richard. Tanya dear fetch my hand bag over, thank you love" as Tanya handed over the bag to her mother Linda began rummaging through until finally she scooped out a small plastic bottle and a good sized dildo, handing them to Tanya she went off and knelt by Richard who had stopped his crying but was still rubbing his sore bottom with both hands. "Richard, Richard, look at me" Linda took hold of him and looked directly in his eyes, "Now Richard I need your help to punish John. You want to help me do that don't you?, yes I thought so, now come on up you get" helping the snivelling boy up she gently brushed a tear stain of his cheek. "Tanya prepare your brother" Tanya knew the routine and needed no further invitation, and delighted in this opportunity to get one over her brother. She still remembered last week when her mother had decided that she needed 'developing', 1/2 an hour having her brother finger her. She was sure that he deliberately chewed his finger nails so as to hurt her tender tissues just that little bit more, well 'what's sauce for the goose' she thought with a malicious grin. "Brother bend over" At this john bent at the waist his hands on his knees, his feet 2 1/2 feet wide, so wide that the adults could see his thigh muscles quiver, straining to hold his weight. When Tanya was satisfied with her brothers position she picked up the bottle her mother had fished out of her bag, and opening it squeezed a glob of liquid on to her finger, and with a jab roughly inserted a finger up her brothers exposed rectum and began smearing the lubricant on with a circular motion, occasionally refilling her fingers when needed. Watching this the three adults were amused at the faces and soft grunts that young John was making while his sister loosened his anus. "I take it you also use anal muscle conditioning exercises, I understand it is standard institute training?" Linda enquired of George and Heather as she helped herself to a biscuit from a handy tray. "Oh yes, of course with Ruth being so small and the boys so young, we only use the smallest insertion devices, and then only sparingly" George responded watching with interest. "Understandable, fortunately John here is a strapping 5ft 9in and a well grown boy. A Ms Denver held a class at the Woman's Institute, and personally approved John and Tanya for all size insertions. I do suspect that she must be on commission however, some of the dildos she tried to sell me would have made an elephant wince" at Linda's pantomimed horror the three adults laughed. "In the end however I settled for a selection of 3, ranging from 3 to 5 inches. Don't look at me like that I haven't gone soft, as Ms Denver explained its width that drives home the point when looking at anal dildos, and all 3 are really quite thick - Tanya that's enough lube, don't waste it, it costs money. Give him some thrusts with a dildo and then leave it in place dear". Following her mothers instructions Tanya placed the pot of lube down and picked up the dildo. Bending down she whispered into her brothers ear, "Remember last week when you made me cry with your fingers, well brother pay backs a bitch". Stepping up once more she readied the dildo. The dildo was not particularly long, perhaps the length of a teenagers penis, but it was thick and ribbed along its length. On its end their was a hand grip which made the device look like some obscene knuckle duster. Carefully Tanya lined up the tip of the device with johns still open hole, which oozed lube, and pushed it in. The first thrust she delivered was slow and full length causing John to moan at the sensations, his penis trying to harden in its sheath, the plastic sheath constricting John's attempted erection with impersonal effectiveness. Tanya then followed her initial thrust with some rapid punch like movements driving the small anal dildo back and forth along the rubbery ring of John's anus. A final hard thrust which almost forced John off balance and Tanya let go of the dildo, now firmly lodged in the boys behind. Linda nodded approvingly at her daughter. "Heather can Tanya clean up, that lube gets everywhere if your not careful" she asked. "Of course, the kitchens through there, towels are on the side". "Thank you auntie" Tanya replied politely as she made her way to the kitchen. Linda once more approached Richard and taking him by the arm led him over so that he stood in front of her son, who naked, stood bent in the centre of the room the white handle of the anal dildo protruding from his arse for all to see. "Richard you know what a blow job is don't you?" "Yes auntie" Richard scrunched is face up as he dredged the answer from his memory, "a blow job is the manipulation of a mans penis by using the mouth. Mummy has already given me one" he declared with pride, "and daddy says that if I keep up with my 'exercises' I will progress to giving them to a real penis, rather than the plastic ones, me and Tommy currently practice on". "That's a good boy, well Richard, John here is going to give you a blow job" at this a sob escapes from John's bent face, "but, and this important you are not to cum, can you cum yet?" "Yes auntie, of course I can" Richard protested at this slight to his manhood. "Richard she means can you wet cum yet, that is what you mean isn't it Linda?" Heather clarified, "and the answer is no he is to immature for that", at this Tanya who had returned to the room giggled. Linda quietened her daughter with a look "That's nothing to be ashamed of, trust me soon you will be able to. For today I won't you to step back as soon as you feel an orgasm coming, understand?". Richard nodded and inched closer to John. Richard's penis a best small was hardening already at the thought of having a real-life blowjob. John knowing that his mother carried larger dildos in her bag and not wanting to give her an excuse to use them, leant forward and engulfed the small pricklet between his lips and began gently sucking the shaft and flare of Richard's penis; believing that his best hope was to get his pre teen cousin to cum quickly he also began licking the underside of the dick, to make Richard cum as quickly as possible, just for once he wished that he would get to cum his aching penis denied release for these long months. Richard was in heaven, for a moment the sensation of the lips and tongues was enough to obscure the dull throb that came from his bottom. To soon for Richard's liking, and no more than a minute later, Richard felt the familiar tingle build in his balls. Caught between his desire for his orgasm, but fearing what would happen to his bottom were he to disobey his aunt, he reluctantly backed off his small penis popping out of John's mouth. "Already, I hope he doesn't take after his father, Heather" Linda quipped as Richard backed off his stiff penis bobbing out an inch and a half from his body. "Do you mind" came the aggrieved response from George. "Richard come with me" Linda once again took the boy by his arm and dragged him around behind the bent teenager, Richard began to feel like a piece of meat the way his aunt dragged him around. "Now Richard I'm going to take out the dildo and I want you to mount and John and insert your dicky into his hole". "Eewwwww that disgusting I don't want to put my thingy up there" Richard exclaimed aghast at the thought of 'doing' a boy, playing with his sister and mother was great fun, playing with his brothers and fathers bits, well OK he could cope with that, but this was beyond the pail. Slappp, slapp, slappp, Heather briskly slapped her recalcitrant son on his already bruised bottom causing him to squeal in pain, Heather took a firm grip of his earlobe twisted him around, "how dare you say no to your auntie. You were asked to assist in the development of your cousin, and you selfishly say NO, you naughty boy" throughout this lecture Heather punctuated her points with sharp slaps delivered to his bottom causing Richard to squirm in pain, "Now you will do as your told or so help me you will be thrashed every day for a month, IS THAT CLEAR?" "Yes mummy, sorry Mummy, please stop Mummy" Richard squealed as his mother continued remonstrating with him and slapping him. Her anger finally abated Heather dragged Richard forward by his ear, her other free hand lashed out and slapped an unprepared John, who throughout this had kept quiet realising discretion was the better part of valour in this argument. " bend those knees child, so Richard can mount you" Heather demanded and John complied. Heather let go of her grip of poor Richard's ear and took hold of his still erect pricklet and helped line the boy up, until his small penis was aimed directly at the dripping anus of the 16 year old, with a firm push on the sore Richard's bottom. Richard tried and tried and pushed his pricklet forward as far as possible, but the size of John's teenage buttocks and Richard's diminutive appendage, meant that physically fucking his cousin was beyond him. However he tried manfully and finally the very tip of his penis was brushing the rubbery ring of John's anus. At this exact moment the accumulation of the blowjob, the greased crevice he had been thrusting into unsuccessfully overcame Richard who cried out his 'cum' and came with a violent dry shudder. "Good now john you are going to stay naked until we get home" Linda declared to the 16 year olds horror, "and I hope this has been a lesson to you, if you pick fights with little boys you be spanked and fucked like a little boy, no matter whether you're 6 or 16, is that clear?" Linda demanded of the crying teenager who now faced a 4 mile journey home naked. Ignoring her child Linda turned to George and Heather, "I'm so sorry about this, but please George consider what I asked you about Tanya, you too Heather, give me a call when you have made your mind up" Linda asked as both Heather and George nodded. It took a few moments for Linda and Tanya to collect John's clothes and the dildo and used lube bottle, and soon they stood by the front door making their farewells. As the adults kissed cheeks and made promises to do this more often Tanya could not help herself and bent over to Richard who had trailed after his parents, "Richie, don't worry about what just happened, I think you have a lot of promise as a lover, and your son grow" Tanya snuck a look over her shoulder and seeing the parents engrossed in the own conversation gave a quick rub of the lube stained penis drooping from Richard's groin, and gently kissed him full on the lips. Richard gaped in astonishment his penis once again rising hard. Seeing that she had the desired effect Tanya quickly turned and followed her mother and naked brother as they walked down the drive towards the vehicle. Chapter 8 - New School Regime. Thomas stared morosely out of the window in the 6th grade class as the teacher continued his progress through the class register, "Seema - here, James - here Sir, Kelly - here..." Idly tracking a bird that flew lazily across the now deserted school playground Thomas thought back on the events of yesterday. Not that he was entirely sure what had gone on after he had been sent to bed. He had heard the whishing of the cane and his younger brother's howls of pain, but when Richard had crept into the bedroom they shared he had been unsurprisingly unwilling to explain what had happened. Normally the boys would willingly show off their bruises as badges of courage. Last night Richard had simply went to bed ignoring all Thomas's attempts at conversation. That was not intrigued Thomas. It was why his parents were acting so funnily. All throughout breakfast they had been engaging in conversation about whether they would 'help out with you know who's problem, or not', and even to Thomas who was as oblivious as the next 11 year old boy felt the tension between his Mum and Dad. "Thomas, Thomas, THOMAS" the increasingly loud and tetchy voice of Thomas form tutor finally broke through the distracted boys musings. "I'm so glad you are paying attention boy" the teacher remarked as Thomas jumped in surprise, "I told you that the others are waiting for you to attend the new Regime assembly lessons". True to the teachers words two other children, one boy and one girl, waited at the door for Thomas to catch up, the other 20 or so children having already pushed out of the class towards the school hall. Thomas stood up displaying some grey shorts. This was another sign that his parents were distracted. His mother had been a stickler for ensuring that at home he and his brothers were nude or at best in underwear whenever possible. Yesterday his parents had made a special exception in honor of their relatives visiting. This morning he expected the regular rule to be in force, but when he sloped into the kitchen his mother did not spare his clothed bottom even a glance whilst he waited for the inevitable command to take those 'unnecessary pants off'. Thomas was as equally surprised that upon arrival at school, Mr. Browne hadn't insisted that he and his brothers strip bare below the waist. Unbeknownst to the eleven year old, his head teacher was preoccupied with today being the inaugural introduction of the school's government required Regime classes. Mr. Browne's fogged mind vaguely registered that the boys were fully dressed; he quickly dismissed the matter with the thought that it would be corrected during the boys first ever development class that morning. Seeing the scowl his impatient teacher gave him Thomas scooted over to the door and followed after his two classmates. The three children waded through the throng of children heading towards the assembly hall as they made their way towards the 'Exercise Room', which had been previously known as Room 1C. His two classmates could not have differed more. The boy who's name was John was an average looking boy perhaps an inch taller than Thomas, and not particularly noteworthy in any respect. The third child of the threesome was something entirely different. Firstly she was a girl, and boy what a girl Thomas thought as she walked slightly ahead of the two boys, not wanting to be seen in the company of 'mere boys'. 'Mere boys' there was the rub you see. Charlotte was 12 and if she had been born a week earlier then she would have been placed on the grade above. Thomas was not absolutely sure what the word precocious meant, but if he had of known he would have known that Charlotte was the prime example. Charlotte was well developed for her age; mentally, emotional, intellectually and above all to Thomas's eyes physically. Despite being only 12 she wore a bra, and not just some frilly training bra like his silly sister Ruth wears, but a real on. Not that Thomas had ever seen it, after all he was just a silly boy, and she was Charlotte Williams. You see there was not a single boy in the world who was Charlotte's equal, to be fair to Charlotte's mind the teachers In the school were only her equals, and then only some of them. "Tom, do you know what is going to go on in this Regime group" John asked as they watched Charlottes swaying hips as she walked down the hall, the lesser children parting before her. "You mean you don't know?" Looking back imperiously Charlotte condescended to enter into conversation with the two boys, "If he knew do you think he would have asked you silly boy." Thomas ignored the girl with all the skill a 12 year boy with an older sister develops. "What Mr Browne said during the PTA meeting was that it would include physical exercise, discipline and sexual development, but what I am most afraid of is these new machines that the school is buying". "What's so bad about these 'machines'" John asked, whilst his parents had signed him up for the Regime, they had in truth done little more than make him masturbate and stay naked at home, he was concerned at the horror stories he had heard from other children and what had been done to them. Thomas thought for a moment, "I can't explain but trust me when you see these machines you will know what I am talking about". With this cryptic warning issued the three children fell quiet. The door to the Regime room was ahead and through the open doorway, Thomas could see three children already in the room, his two brothers and Terence. The young boy who had had the dubious honour of demonstrating the new special chairs at the PTA meeting. Thomas remembering the delight the boys mother had taken in humiliating him on the plane, was un-surprised that Terence was to be a Regime pioneer. Other than the children the room was empty of all furniture save for a table and desk at one end and some gym mats spread over the floor. Thomas breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that neither the masturbatory machines nor Regime chairs it appeared had yet arrived. Wait, no, no the chair by the desk was just an ordinary school chair, which while hard and uncomfortable lacked the central pillar that Thomas feared. As they walked through the door a shadow loomed behind them as Miss Tomkin's bustled after them into the room closing the door behind her. In her energetic and enthusiastic manner she greeted the children with a cheerful "Hello children". A breezy greeting returned with somewhat less enthusiasm from the assembled children. Looking round the room Miss Tomkin's moved over to the desk and sat down a black bag upon it and turned to the assembled children. "First things first, as you know you are excluded from general assemblies, and from tomorrow you will not need to go to class to register instead we will be able to do that here. As I hope your parents informed you, you are to come to this class first thing in the morning and after school, and anyone who truants will be severely punished" this last threat was delivered by the young teacher with an incongruently broad grin across her face. "Well children lets get those clothes off then show we". Having expected such a command the children began the process of removing the shirts and other clothes, all of them used to being nude and indeed somewhat relieved that they would only be nude in front of a few other children, who themselves would be nude. This acceptance of Miss Tomkin's command to strip was not however shared by all the children. Charlotte remained motionless her lip being chewed in a nervous reflex. Charlotte looked around and discovered an obvious but hitherto unimportant issue. She was the only girl here, and unlike the prepubescent boys she had started to grow and develop. Indeed she had had her first period some 6 months ago, and to Charlotte's mind that made her a woman. Miss Tomkin's who having told the children to strip had turned to examine the contents of her bag, expecting no Regime child to be so foolish as to risk their backsides health by refusing. It was with a surprise then that when she turned her attention back to the 6 children who lined the wall, that only 5 of them were naked, and noting the selection of small penises ad testicles, and the lack of breasts, well except perhaps for John who was a tad to much overweight for his own good, that the sole girl of the group was still inexcusably dressed. "Charlotte I told you to get undresses, why are you still clothed?" Miss Tomkin's surprisingly mild question pinned Charlotte to the wall, and as if in unison five pairs of preteen eyes fastened upon the girl. "Miss I can't get undressed in front of boys, I have you know..." Charlotte helplessly indicated her budding breasts, "and I have thingies down there." She continued with another wave of her hands this time towards her hidden female bits. Coldly staring at the child Miss Tomkin's replied "Strip now". Miss Tomkin's was one of the nicer teachers in the school, still new enough to care for her charges, rather than her pay check which was what most of the old hands in the faculty cared about. Unfortunately for Charlotte Miss Tomkin's was a firm believer in the principles of the Regime, and even more importantly secretly disliked the stuck up 12 year old Charlotte. When Miss Tomkin's discovered that Charlotte had been signed up by her mother she was delighted. Miss Tomkin's truly wanted to help her charges to develop sexually and morally, her intentions towards Charlotte were somewhat more ambiguous. Charlotte of course knew nothing of Miss Tomkin's dislike. Charlotte could conceive of no one disliking her, especially not a teacher, after all did she not help them by offering her services or by picking up any mistakes they may have made... "Aaaarrgghhhhh" , while she stood motionless in horrified indecision Miss Tomkin's decided to make the decision for the girl. Reaching out the teacher grabbed a handful of the young girls shirt and dragged her from the wall so that the girl now stood face to face with the furious Miss Tomkin's. "How dare you disobey me" Miss Tomkin's snarled emphasising each word with a smack to the clothed bottom of the girl. The ineffectiveness of the teachers blows and the fact that her knickers and skirt protected her did not stop Charlotte from starting to cry, not from the pain but the shame of being spanked like some common child in front of the boys. Stopping her ineffective assault on the girl Miss Tomkin's proceeded to strip the recalcitrant nubile 12 year old with brusque efficiency. The white shirt she wore was quickly dropped to the floor leaving a small white bra on display, with a kick of her floor Miss Tomkin's kicked the offending shirt towards the wall. Seizing the crying girl Miss Tomkin's turned her so that she faced the gaping boys. Lee and Terence may have been too young to appreciate the beauty of the two mounds of cupped womanhood on display, Richard, Thomas and John were old enough. This fact clearly shown by the immediate swelling of the tiny dicks as the bra wearing girl stood barely feet in front of them. Miss Tomkin's with a flick of her fingers that many teenage boys would have given anything for unsnapped the girls bra fastenings in one quick movement. With another flick of her hand the bra was launched across the room to land upon the discarded shirt. The viewing boys gasped impressed at the sights of the orange sized tits on display in front of them. Flesh that forces such as gravity had yet to effect in the slightest. The boys had all seen breasts before, however those breasts either belonged to their mothers, and therefore where not quite so taut and perky and caused inexplicably mixed feelings in the boys. Alternatively the three Cooper's had seen Ruth's breasts many many times. Unfortunately for the 3 Coopers (and more so for Ruth), those breasts were so non-existent that they looked more like Thomas's rather than Charlotte's. Even Miss Tomkin's was impressed at the girls endowment, if she is this well formed at 12 god help the male world when she turns 16 or 18, she thought. Allowing the humiliation of the her forced nudity to sink in on the girl, Miss Tomkin's looked past the blond haired head of the crying 12 year old girl at the 5 boys and their boy parts. This next move will separate the men from the boys the teacher thought with a chuckle. Reaching down she unhooked the skirt button and ensuring she caught both the skirt and knickers in her fingers slid both garments of the legs of the girl. Walking around the girls now naked flesh the teacher stood by the 5 boys for stared with unabashed interest at the schools prettiest girls exposed charms. Stealing a glance down at the 5 boys Miss Tomkin's noted with delight that all 5 were now without exception erect, and Thomas looked like he might rupture something if it got any stiffer, this thought causing a smile to fleetingly cross her face, which she quickly stifled attempting to maintain a professional demeanour as she walked up to the girl. "Well Charlotte I hope you understand that I will tolerate no disobedience. You will be naked when , where I tell you to be, you will strip instantly regardless of who is or is not present, and if you hesitate so much as an iota I will personally cane your pretty bottom to it's red raw and then walk you home naked myself, do you understand?" "Yes Miss" Charlotte sobbed out between tiny shakes of her body. Nodding in satisfaction Miss Tomkin's continued addressing all 6 of the naked children, "These Regime classes will involve physical exercise, physical punishment and physiological development exercises. However as today is our first day, and young Charlotte here needs to have her unnecessary modesty reduced, I think a practical physiology lesson is in order". Whilst explaining her intentions Miss Tomkin's stepped over to Charlotte and brushed the girls blond hair back over her shoulders ensuring an unobstructed view of all the girls charms to the boys. Miss Tomkin's slowly reached out a hand and genteelly cupped Charlotte's breast and hefted it causing Charlotte to moan in humiliation. Ignoring this outburst the teacher turned to the five boys who watched her every move like hawks. "As you can see Charlotte here is a girl. Girls are built differently to boys. Charlotte here has entered puberty which explains why her breasts have started to swell and grow" these clinical words were reinforced by Miss Tomkin's as she continued to bounce the firm budding breast up and down, the boys 5 erect dicks seeming to bounce up and down in time with the teachers movements. "As she continues to grow her breasts will also increase in size until they are as big as mine" she pointed to her own 34b breasts, "indeed given her good start it is quite possible that she will be larger than me when she is fully developed. However you can see by the small diameter of Charlotte's nipples and the fact they are not pronounced that she is still relatively immature". With this Miss Tomkin's began to rub Charlottes nipples, using just the tips of her fingers in a smooth circular motion. Despite this rubbing Charlotte's nipples remained flat and unaffected. This surprised the young teacher who knew that where anything like that to be done to her she would have poked someone's eyes out with her nipples, not to mention cream her pants. Somewhat disappointed Miss Tomkin's decided to see if by raising the stakes she could garner a reaction from the little madam. "Boys this is a practical lesson so I won't you to come up and have a feel of Charlotte's breasts for yourself so that you are familiar with girls breasts and how to interact with them". "NO, No, No Miss you can't do that, that's wrong, oh god you can't do that" Charlotte screamed whilst she was prepared to have a teacher fondle her in such an intimate way, after all her parents, grandparents and other relatives had at sometime had access to her chest and vagina, to ensure she was developing appropriately, she had always been told that no one else should touch her there. Slapp, Slapp, Miss Tomkin's two hands which until a moment before had been causing shivers of delight to run through Charlotte's bodies sharply slapped down on the young girls bosom, two red marks instantly appearing marring the flawless perfection that Charlotte displayed moments before. The unexpected pain of these blows caused the girl to buckle at the knees, and she would surely have fallen but Miss Tomkin's quickly clasped the girls breasts in a vice like grip and held her up, causing Charlotte to scream and stand up in the attempt to prevent her sensitive and now sore buds from being ripped off. With a stern look Miss Tomkin's twisted the nipples and stared into the eyes of the child. "Why don't you understand girl. The rules have changed. Your body , these things" a further twist of the nipples followed, "you girl parts, your bottom, everything is open season. You have no rights to decide what is and is not permissible, if I your parents or any teacher deem it necessary that you are fondled or fingered then you will be, end of story. If I think you should be naked all day you will be, if I think you should be spanked you will be. It is because of selfish children like you who defy authority that this country has become the cess pool it is". Letting go of the poor girls nipples who now stood white faced at the angry outburst of the hitherto quiet teacher, Miss Tomkin's rounded on the boys, "This applies just as much to you as to her. Today is your first day so let me spell it out for all of you. In these classes you will be required to masturbate, give blow jobs, anal probings, be displayed publicly, have your parts played with by boys, girls and adults. This new regime is about what is necessary to ensure you are fully rounded human beings, it is about what is right for society generally. It is not about what a disobedient child will permit to be done, or with whom". Having finished her diatribe Miss Tomkin's stopped. The room was so quiet a dropped pin could have been heard. Even the sore and pained Charlotte dared not whisper. Realising that she had lost her cool and perhaps gone to far Miss Tomkin's tried to step back from her earlier statements. Laying a reassuring hand on the scared girl she continued, "Of course Charlotte is right that if anyone but your parents or teachers or someone they permit touch you inappropriately, then run and find an adult. Charlotte I'm sorry I shouted at you but please understand that this class is about helping you and I can't permit you to hurt yourself by not learning everything you need to learn, do you understand?" "Yes Miss, I'm sorry" Charlotte sobbed out, not certain that the Teacher was right in that it was in Charlotte's best interests to have these boys fondle her private parts, but unwilling to risk further punishment to her sore and red breasts. "I'm Sorry too Charlotte, now dry your eyes we have a lesson to continue" Miss Tomkin's handed the girl a handkerchief. "Lee you first, I want you to come up here and touch Charlottes breast. Remember whenever handling a girls breasts you should be sensitive and gentle" Miss Tomkin's advised. Smiling shyly Lee walked further his penis which had immediately softened when Miss Tomkin's shouted at the class sprang back immediately to life. Reaching up he gently rubbed and circled the swell of the 12 year olds breasts. It was unclear who was the most embarrassed the former school 12 year old madam or the 7 year old boy as he examined the older girls charms. Overcome with embarrassment stepped back after only a few seconds of his examination, to make way for the next boy in line Terence. Terence was a couple of years older than Lee but he was still to young to fully appreciate the sensation of the girls breasts as they raised and lowered with her breaths. Despite acquiescing to her teachers commands Charlotte was unhappy, no more could she lord it over these boys knowing now that they knew her body better than she did. The line of boys continued until Thomas approached the naked girl and lifted his arms towards her firm orange sized mounds. Thomas had long dreamed of being this close to the naked Charlotte. Many times when his Mum and dad were masturbating him at home he had closed his eyes and dreamt of the sight before him. He had barely touched the girls nipples and felt their roughness in comparison with the milky white flesh they topped before he backed away. Miss Tomkin's was surprised she knew that Thomas lusted after the precocious Charlotte's body, every boy in her class did, why did he not have a longer fondle, I hope he knows that he won't be getting this chance every Regime class she thought. Charlotte too was surprised and a little hurt, what was wrong with the boy, what was wrong with her, she knew full well that the boys - Thomas included would watch the swell of her breasts, and yet he was turning his nose up at them now that he had seen them in all their glory!! Thomas knew why he did not continue his attentions on the young girl. It was not because he respected her too much, or he pitied her, he suspected rightly that sooner or lately that the tables would be turned. No why he had backed away was that he knew he would cum were he to stay anyway near those breasts and near Charlottes naked body in general, and he did not want to cum so easily and embarrass himself in front of the other boys. It was unfortunate that he did not advise the last boy of this danger. John was the oldest boy in the group but only a month older than Thomas, he was more physically mature. John knew he was an average looker at best, and a little overweight, he knew also that a girl like Charlotte would never give him a second look. Reaching out his hands cupped the firm mounds and trailed his fingers up and around the mounds his eyes now fixated on Charlottes still reddened nipples, which were hardening at the sensations the chubby boys fingers shot through her breasts. To Miss Tomkin's chagrin she noted the girls physical arousal at the hands of the inexperienced hands, a response she had failed to elicit from the girl. Miss Tomkin's decided to explain why Charlotte's body was behaving like this, and turned to address the 4 boys who were watching John and Charlotte. However before she could even start her explanation a squeal of disgust interrupted her. "Eewwwww" Charlottes dulcet tones rang out load, and immediately afterwards John's voice breaking saying "I'm sorry, so sorry, I didn't think it would happen..." Miss Tomkin's immediately saw what was wrong. John had backed off from Charlotte who now stood stock still looking at 3 small globs of semen which had caught on the few fine pale hairs that had only just sprouted in her groin. John's penis the obvious culprit for this mess was caught further red handed when a tiny drip of cum oozed from the tip. "Oh shit I'm going to get pregnant" sobbed Charlotte desperate to wipe away the offending bodily fluid, but to disgusted to touch the thick globs that splattered her. "Language Charlotte" Miss Tomkin's calmly responded, understanding the stress the girl was experiencing justified her potty mouth, this time, "You are in no risk of getting pregnant, dear. Yes, yes I know you were warned in sex education class that only the littlest semen near your parts poses a risk of pregnancy, and that's normally true. However all Regime children have been chemically treated to prevent fertility problems. You could swim in John's cum and not get pregnant". "Children gather round please" the teacher commanded as she knelt next to Charlottes vagina. Taking a pen out of her pocket the teacher pointed at the largest glob with the tip of the pen. "This children is semen, it is what comes out of a grown boys penis, and inside of it is millions and millions of sperm which join with an egg from here" her hand pressed the belly into Charlottes abdomen, causing the naked sperm splattered child to complain, already unhappy at the fact that she had been slapped, summed on and now had her most private parts being displayed to the wide eyes of a group of boys. "Sshhhh child" Miss Tomkin's hushed as she continued the lesson, "It seems that John here is a wet cummer, that means that he produce this problem, though apparently not much". This snide aside aimed at the offending boy who blushed and wished the earth would open up and swallow him. "At 11 he is around the right age to start being able to cum. Some children of course start earlier and some later" she smiled encouragingly at Thomas who may have felt that his manhood had been slighted. "It also seems that John here is a tad trigger happy, coming without a touch. You didn't touch him did you girl?" Miss Tomkin's asked the red faced girl who wished that Miss Tomkin's would remove the pen she was using to trace the stains around her pussy lips, the tickling was becoming unbearable. "Of course not Miss, he was just touching me, and then his face scrunched up and blew up all over me" the indignant child replied, aghast at the thought she would ever touch the dick of John. Miss Tomkin's pondered this for a moment before continuing this time addressing the shamefaced John, "Well John it seems you are a tad trigger happy, well we will just have to ensure that you are put on a course of regime exercises that will train that failing out of you. After all how pleased will your future wife be if you blow up from just cupping a quick feel, hmmmm?". Having recovered her composure somewhat since Miss Tomkin's devilishly ticklish pen had at least for a time stopped its caressing touch, was curious to ask a question. Charlotte had seen her fathers penis any number of times, normally when her father had given her a bath, or when he had given her a bare bottom spanking when for some reason Charlotte could not understand insisted that both of them were completely naked. However she had never seen an erect penis before today, and certainly not one erupting with sperm, which explained her horrified shriek when John came all over her. "Miss, how come John was the only one who had stuff come out o his penis, the other 4 boys all felt me" a slight edge of bitterness still evident in her voice at this, "none of them came?, can they come like John?" "As I explained Charlotte boys can only come 'wetly' when they are developed sufficiently physically. John here clearly is developed, but maybe these other children are not. Undeveloped children still cum but nothing comes out. Of course normally even young boys such as these require some stimulation before cumming at all" Miss Tomkin's nibbled the pen she held in her hand without thinking, and only when the slight salty taste that permeated the tip of her pen permeated her musings did she realise her mistake. Lowering the pen she made her decision. "Well Charlotte I think it's time we saw for ourselves whether these other boys can cum or not. Boys, not you John, I want you to start rubbing your dickies until you cum, I want you to announce when you about to cum so we can check your dickies to see if anything comes out, and as an incentive the last one to cum gets a spanking from me. The boys began after a few seconds to rub their tiny dicks back and forth. The fact that they would have to wank off at sometime during the lesson, was as far as they were concerned a certainty; and given the show that Charlotte had given them, and the feel of her breasts they had enjoyed, they all felt the need to relieve the pressure they felt downstairs, particularly Thomas who knew that he would not last long at this public test of masturbation, given the ache his penis felt at the mere sight of the naked legs and breasts of Charlotte who still stood a few feet in front of him. Whilst the 4 boys manfully pumped their respective pricks Miss Tomkin's ignored them and went to her bag to retrieve a moistened towelette to help clean up Charlottes cunny. Charlotte however was enjoying every moment of this display. The 4 pricklets on display looked small to her inexperienced eyes. She had after all only her fathers penis to compare them against them. Her father was in truth only normally endowed, but compared to the prepubescent dicks all only a couple of inches long at best her fathers penis was huge to Charlotte's eyes. Her attention from the frantic rubbing in front of her wavered for a moment when Miss Tomkin's returned and kneeling by the girl rested on hand on her pretty bottom, and with the other towel bearing hand began wiping the cum from her pubis and cunny. Thomas was in agony, he watched Miss Tomkin's rub the moistened towel up and down Charlottes mounds, far more than was necessary. Miss Tomkin's made another pass of the girls private parts and this time the slick towel and the fingers pressing behind it run along the girls outer lips, and ever so slightly press between them, causing a tiny shiver to tremble through Charlotte's body. The effect this movement had on Thomas was anything but tiny. He felt as if his tiny hairless balls were burning and an orgasm raged through him causing to scream out an 'I'm cumming' before shuddering, once, twice and a final time. At this Miss Tomkin's stopped her cleansing of Charlottes lips, causing a frustrated grimace to pass across the face of the 12 year old who had been nearing her own orgasm at the hands of the young teacher. Miss Tomkin's carefully picked up the now wilting penis between a thumb and forefinger and peered closely, "Lets see shall we, there's a little moisture but that is probably only a little precum or sweat, no, no Thomas is still only a child" she declared releasing the small pricklet and with a slap to one of his cheeks bade the boy move back to the wall". The other boys came a few minutes later, Lee the unfortunate last boy to declare his cum and perform the little dry orgasm dance the others had in their turn performed earlier. Well it seems you were the last to come, and I promised you a spanking did I not?" Nodding his head Lee stared at his feet shifting his weight from one foot to another, and at Miss Tomkin's imperious pointed gesture shuffled off towards the desk and chair where his 'prize' for cumming last would be given. Miss Tomkin's was not finished with the others yet, she has realised that she had been hard on the only girl here today, there was another girl due to join the group but she was off sick this week, and felt she should balance the scales between the sexes. "Charlotte you asked about wet and dry cums earlier which shows a gap in your knowledge, no need to apologise" she reassured the girl who looked worried, "after all if you don't ask you will never learn. However these Regime classes are designed to develop your knowledge of the physiological processes, and a girl of your age should be more familiar with the mechanics of boys penises. Therefore I want you to closely examine and fondle John's penis. He is clearly the most developed boy here, and he does owe you some sort of payback for messing al over your pretty legs". Charlotte looked delighted at this pronouncement, John looked concerned. John's mother only 5 nights ago had masturbated him to 5 cums in one night, and at the end he felt so sore and rained that he could barely walk. He knew full well how uncomfortable a dick could be if rubbed soon after an orgasm, and he knew wit crystal clarity that Charlotte was unlikely to be as gentle and loving as his mum had been that night. Miss Tomkin's made her way to where the naked Lee stood next to the only chair in the room, and proceeded to sit upon it. She reached out and picking up Lee's small naked body positioned it carefully upon her lap so that the boys bare bottom was in perfect position. When she was finally satisfied she looked over to where Charlotte stood next to John, "Charlotte you are to rub, fondle and examine John's penis as you feel fit, but you are not stop until I tell you. John you will tell Charlotte when you about to cum this time, I don't want you messing the poor girl up again". Without warning she began to gently spank Lee's naked bottom, alternating her slaps from cheek to cheek. She was happy when it was Lee who lost the wanking challenge, as she so did enjoy slapping the 7 years olds bottom. Not that she wanted to hurt him, that was why she was only delivering relatively gentle slaps, but the wriggling of the boy in her lap even from such gentle slaps, caused both maternal and not so maternal feelings to flow through her. For a moment she ceased her slaps and began rubbing Lee's cheeks, causing Lee to gasp as her fingers trailed lazily down into the cute crevice that stood between the two slightly flushed bottom cheeks. A loud cry distracted her from Lee, as she looked she could see John trying to back away from Charlotte's grasping hand which held firmly to the boys penis preventing his attempted escape. Seeing he had Miss Tomkin's attention john tried to obtain a modicum of mercy from her, "Miss, Miss she hurt me she pulled my skin all the way back" the allegation accompanied by john pointing at the now red foreskin. "Is this true Charlotte?" "Yes Miss was that wrong?" "No, keep it up but bear in mind that in some young boys the foreskin, that's the piece of skin right at the end, cannot always be pushed fully back. However if that is the case then I always recommend that the child is circumcised" Miss Tomkin's continued precious little mercy coming from her. "Circumscribed Miss, what's that" this question came from Terence who by know stood by the wall once again dressed and ready to leave when the lesson ended. "CircumCISED, Terence, its where we cut the skin of the end of the penis with a sharp knife". This bland description of a time honoured and common practice horrified the listening boys, no one more so than John who's manhood it was that was being primed for such surgery. "So John do you want to complain about a painful foreskin?" Miss Tomkin's asked with a sweet smile. "No, no Miss its fine didn't hurt really" John backtracked quickly. Miss Tomkin's looked at the clock upon the wall and then looked at Lee's bottom arrayed on her lap with disappointment, "OK Lee that's enough for you" Miss Tomkin's levered Lee off her lap and then spreading her legs wide hugged the child in close so that his body pressed against her mound and his face buried into her own breasts, before giving a final squeeze to Lee's bubble bottom and bidding him rejoin the other boys by the wall. Standing she made her way once more to Charlotte and John, as Charlotte continued her constant rubbing and manipulation of John's sore and now chapped penis. "Has he come yet dear" she enquired of the naked 12 year old girl who with a tongue poking into her cheek in concentration continued her relentless assault. "Well lessons nearly over so I'm going to have to lend a hand" seeing Charlotte starting to back off from her task Miss Tomkin's stopped her and motioned for her to carry on. Ensuring that john could clearly see what she was doing the pretty teacher took her index finger and slowly inserted it into her mouth, and began sucking the finger in a slightly obscene manner. John's eyes nearly bugged out at this erotic display from the fully grown woman. This sight coupled with Charlottes enthusiastic if inexperienced ministrations began eeking another approaching from the boy. Miss Tomkin's having thoroughly coated her finger stopped her finger sucking and walked behind the boy. With one hand she carefully separated the boys cheeks revealing a brown puckered anus standing clearly apparent from the pale flesh surrounding it. With a thrust she began slowly fingering the boys anus. The effect on John was immediate, a hoarse scream of 'I'm cumming' escaped his lips, and a length of cum burst forward flying past the surprised Charlotte's face missing her by bare inches. Surprised the girl lurched away releasing the bobbing penis of John. "Charlotte did I say stop" thundered Miss Tomkin's. Realising her mistake Charlotte grabbed the penis once more and with a ham fisted motion continued her wanking. John's penis sent urgent requests to John's brain, ordering it to somehow stop the friction, the hands of Charlotte now causing waves of discomfort following the hyper sensitivity which follows an orgasm. Miss Tomkin's slowly counted to 15 as she continued her anal assault before removing her finger with a swift motion and ordering Charlotte to cease as well. Release John collapsed to his knees one hand cupping his penis the other warding him bum from further intrusion. Seeing this effect Charlotte clapped her hands together in girlish glee, and despite the fact that she was firm breasted and had hairs, in that instant she looked for younger than her real age. Miss Tomkin's ignored both John and Charlotte's actions, instead conscious of the fact that only a couple of minutes were left before the bell rang for the next lesson. "Children that's all we have time for this lesson, remember you are to be back here at the end of school no excuses, and by the time I get here I expect all of you to be nude, is that clear?" An equal of yes misses came from the 6 children as they filed towards the door. "No John, no Charlotte no time to do that in here" Miss Tomkin's announced as the two still naked children had began attempting to dress themselves, you can get dressed out in the hall. "Yes I am serious John" she continued at Johns question, "Now go". This time the two naked and blushing children complied helped along by the simple expedient of Miss Tomkin's clasping their two bottoms and pushing them towards the open door. Having escorted the two last children through the door Miss Tomkin's closed the door behind them, but not before the sounds of muted gasps and laughter which greeted John and Charlotte's nude appearance in the now busy and crowded school hall. Chapter 9 - A BBQ. Malcolm Denver stared blankly back at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. The harsh light flowing from the ceiling making his face appear shadowed and somehow scarred. With a towel his only clothing he winced as the cold edge of the ceramic hand-wash bowl that burned his midriff with its chill touch. Stepping back to relieve the discomfort Malcolm turned once more to the reflection that stared back at him. Not bad, well not bad for middle aged has been he admitted. His gaze travelled down inspecting his torso, idly twisting a few of the hairs that lined his flabby midriff, tracing the dark trail it covered along the centre. I can accept having a hairy belly or chest, by why on earth did God feel it necessary to inflict me with hairy shoulders as well. He twisted his body first left and then right trying to inspect the sparse hairs populating the offending shoulders, before giving up and rubbing his bristly chin as he rummaged through the piles of toiletries in the cupboard searching for can of shaving foam. His vain search for his foam was interrupted when the door behind opened and his teenage daughter bounded in with a 'Hello Daddy'. Managing a smile at his boisterous daughter he turned back to his search. Rosie well used to her Dad's morning moods cheerfully ignored her father and hitching up the flannel nighty, proceeded to sit upon the toilet seat and relieve herself. Malcolm did not bat an eyelid at this after all he and his wife had always operated an open door policy and he refused to allow his children to develop any unnecessarily modest behaviour. Having finally located his cream he squeezed a glob of the gel onto his hand and lathered his face and picked up his razor. "Who's been using my razor again" he asked Rosie showing the young girl the blade which had two or three fair long hairs, which whilst he had a good idea where they came from, he knew for a certainty that they did not come from his chin. "Mummy did shave me yesterday Dad" Rosie admitted and to prove her truthfulness stood and lifting the hem of the nighty which she always wore to bed had fallen down, unselfconsciously displayed her recently denuded mound. Nodding to his daughter reassuringly to show her that he did not blame her for the offending hairs he began to replace the blade, grumbling too himself. Bloody woman, If I have told her once I have told her a thousand times not to use my razors on herself or Rosie. Goodness knows I would have ripped my face to shreds had I used it. A giggle broke this inner monologue causing him to look at the source. Rosie could not contain herself at the grimaces of annoyances that crossed her father's face. Making a face and sound of mock ferocity he scowled at his daughter who giggling ran from the room towards her bedroom, deftly dodging the lazy swat that her father aimed at her bottom. "Aren't you finished yet Dear" the less than dulcet tones of his wife caught Malcolm by surprise. Turning he looked upon his wife who held his other child a 5 year old boy in the crook of one arm, the child was naked and sucking his thumb pressing his face to his mothers breast giving his disgruntled a serious look. "I have asked you not to use my razor when doing Rosie's weekly shave, it ruins the blade" to his wife who had by then plonked her son on the floor and started running the bath ready to bathe the child. "Stop complaining Malcolm, you have plenty of spare blades and it was your idea to have Rosie kept completely hairless from the neck down". Ignoring this, not least because it was absolutely true, Malcolm started to scrape the now replaced blade along his chin with deft expert strokes. True enough dear he thought silently, and what's more it wouldn't hurt you to consider following your daughters example, that disgusting forest you have down there could do with a severe trim. Malcolm however wisely kept this criticism to himself, as the couch in the lounge was uncomfortable, and Malcolm had no desire to sleep on it tonight. His wife lowered her son into the tepid water and began attempting to scrub away the grime that only 5 year olds could accumulate behind ears and on their necks. "So what do you planned today at the Institute" she asked her husband as she scrubbed the wriggling child. "Oh I'm not at the Institute today I have been booked to complete a pre marriage competency check on a 17 year old today" Malcolm replied patting dry the remaining flecks of foam his strokes of the razor had missed. "Quite looking forward to it really. It will be the first one I've done" "I thought these pre-marriage competency certificates weren't due to come in until 5 years time. I though the central government thought it would be unfair to test children who have not had the opportunity to go through at least 5 years of the new training regime" his wife asked. "That's true but parents can ask for a competency certificate before then, the derogation only means that parents need not apply for one. The plan is in 5 years time these certificates and examinations will take place in schools alongside the academic exams hopefully; and of course no child who has not passed their regime development test will be permitted to marry, in the interests of their future partners and children of course. For now only those parents who particularly want their child to be tested will be offered the certificate. So the plan is I will go to this girls home, run her through the oral and practical exam and see whether she cuts the mustard so to speak". Looking up the from the squirming 5 year old who was struggling to avoid the brusque scrubbing of his nether regions by his mother, "Well don't be late Dear, and remember to bring back a pint of milk with you"... Mr Denver stops his care coming to a stop in front of a nice house. This must be the place he thought, no 30 Bisham Close, Kingsthorpe. Nice place he conceded as he stepped out of the car and opened his car boot taking out a black sports bag. What would one of these places go for I wonder 750 perhaps as much as a million probably. Surveying the house he noted the 5-ft high hedgerow that surrounded the front garden and then sloping red tiled roof so common in this area of Northampton. Were it not for the local University a few minutes away he thought this place would be perfect. His turn at being an estate agent was interrupted as he heard raised laughter and voices coming from the rear of the property. I suppose I should get a move on Mr Denver thought as he walked up the path towards the door, immaculate lawns of green on either side. After all this Linda Mayhew is paying good money for me to test her daughter today, and it would not do for me to be tardy. With this he dropped his heavy black sports bag and rang the bell. Discordant electronic notes pretending to be 'Greensleaves' echoed through the house. Just goes to show money does not by style, Malcolm ensuring that these thoughts did not cross his face as the door was opened by an attractive late thirties woman. The introductions completed Malcolm was led through a hallway and out to a patio where some garden chairs had been set up. A middle aged man stood over a yet unlit BBQ trying unsuccessfully to repeat a process even cavemen had mastered, the man appeared vaguely familiar to him but he could not quite place where from. In the garden beyond he noted 3 nude boys playing with a small football. Seated before him was another woman who was slathering the bare back and chest of a young girls with sunblock. Looking up from her task the lady smiling a welcome to him. Linda who followed Malcolm onto the patio began the introductions. To Malcolm's relief it soon transpired that the young girl was called Ruth, he was initially concerned as the half naked girl was far to young to undertake a competency check, she could be no more than 12 he though and undeveloped to boot. "You don't remember me or George do you?" the woman who waving her daughter off to sunbathe on a nearby towel, stood up and wiping her hands clean of lotion proffered a hand to shake. "I am sorry but I'm afraid to say I can't" he replied honestly. "No need to apologise. Me and the family were attendee's at one of your introductory courses, quite a few weeks ago now" Heather informed him. Malcolm could still not place the woman or indeed any of the family, but he was not surprised after all he saw dozens of parents and even more children every week, "So how is the new Regime working out for you?" he asked deftly avoiding the question of his failing memory. "Oh fine, fine, now the school is helping out with the three youngest, and Ruth's school is due to start classes in the coming weeks, the workload is much reduced. But enough about us I hear you are hear to assess young Tanya for her pre-marriage certificate...arrhhh talk of the Devil here's the young lady herself". Walking through the sliding patio door walked Tanya, followed by her mother who had gone to fetch her after leaving Mr Denver with Heather. His throat caught at the sight of the young lady, entranced at the beauty of the 17 year girl, no woman, who came forward to greet him. Even dressed simply in a white t-shirt and blue faded jeans her charms shown forth her hair was bound back in a pony tail, and her ample chest filling out the T-shirt. Malcolm was delighted that today he would get to make love to this, this..., words failed him. Many people thought that given Malcolm's job he must be thoroughly bored with sex, and seeing nude flesh all day inured to its effects, but nothing could be further from the truth. Many people assumed that because he had left his career as a teacher to take up the post of Institute Instructor he must have always secretly lusted after children, he did not. Whilst he would often have intercourse with young girls and indeed boys, he had no particularly feelings for them, and never had. It was just another chore. His love life at home was no better, his wife had borne him two children, but sex with her was like fucking a dead fish, she would only allow him to mount her once a week on a Saturday night, talking about inconsequential matters of the home as he thrusted in her, until coming he rolled off and they went to sleep. Today however he was in for a treat, the pre-marriage competency test required him to examine this young girls sexual abilities to the full, of course to ensure she would not disappoint her future husband. Shaking himself he nodded to Tanya and then spoke to her mother, "Right Mrs Mayhew what happens is that I'll take Tanya here to her room, and run through the test, the test will be videoed and you will be provided with a copy in case you want to appeal any mark Tanya here is awarded. I'll give you her marks at the end and we can talk through any remedial training she requires. Is that OK?" "That's fine, we have prepared Tanya's room for your use. Is there are anything you need?" "No I have everything I should need" he replied patting the black sports bag he carried beside him. * * * Taking the young girls hand in his the couple walked back into the house. Watching them leave Heather turned to her sister. "I'm sure she be OK Linda. I know you wanted her to practice with George but I just was not comfortable..." "That's OK Sis, bottom line is we still have time to improve her sexual skills if necessary, and this certificate is still optional". A dull clank of wood echoes from a neighbouring garden interrupting Linda and Heather. Linda looking up could just make out the motion of a figure moving about in the garden beyond the hedge. "Heather hang on there's someone I want you to meet. Albert - ALBERT" Heather began shouting out over the top of the hedge. Eventually a head through a break in the fence. The face belonged to a wizened old man dressed in a gardening smock and holding a pair of clippers in one hand. "Hello luv" his voice quavering with age. "Albert I would like to introduce you to my in-laws" Heather responded beckoning the old man around the fence towards a small side gate. Albert appeared to be a sprightly if elderly man. His balding head appearing to erupt from a fuzzy circle of white hair, with a groan he lowered himself into a proffered chair and stared inquisitively at Linda. "Heather, George this is the neighbour I told you about when I came round for Tea" Linda noticed the polite if confused nods from the two adults. "You know the neighbour who helps me with controlling John's urges". "Of course you're the ex nurse who gives John his regular prostate massages?" George asked over his shoulder as he desperately tried to keep the small flames he had finally coaxed into life from going out. "Yes indeed once young Linda here learned I was an ex nurse she asked whether I had any tips for keeping her boy in line". "Prostate massages doesn't seem like normal medical treatment like me, where did you learn that from?" asked Heather curiously. "True enough, these massage treatments aren't normally used in main hospitals, But I was a psychiatric nurse see, I was dealing with people locked up for their own good. Of course this was long before the Government threw them out on the streets and called it "Care in the Community", what a disaster that was let me tell you". Albert meandered on for a while before Heather tried to gently steer the conversation back on course by asking more about where he had learnt about prostate massages. "Where? Well I was on the wards see and we had lots of disturbed men and boys. Of course we drugged them, but sometimes the best way of keeping all these lads calm and steady like, was to milk them dry. Kept them compliant see, reduced their aggression. Of course back then we did lots of things electric shocks, solitary confinement, not like these days when the insane have the run of the streets, and parliament I dare say" he finished with a wheezing laugh. "Albert I wander if you could give them a demonstration. They were really interested when I told them how you helped me, and as you can see they have boys of their own for when their bigger may need 'calming down'". "No need to ask dear I'll be delighted to show them. Lets think what has it been 9 days since John was milked, so he should be done soon anyway, to prevent 'nocturnal emissions' and such like; but aren't we missing something, or should I say someone" Albert asked peering around the garden. "Yes he's up in his room playing on his silly computer again. John, JOHN get down here" Linda shouted up at a window. Distracted by the strident shout of his mother John saw his on screen avatar cut down by the level boss he had nearly defeated. Seeing the 'Game Over' roll across the screen he stood up and made his way down the stairs passing the closed door of his sisters bedroom, for a second he thought he heard a sob from his sister but it was quickly suppressed and he thought no more of it. * * * Malcolm followed Tanya up the stairs his eyes fixated on the rolling of the 17 years old bum, the jeans she wore seeming to barely restrain the cheeks within. Tanya opened the door to her bedroom and walked in conscious of the closeness of this strange man who stood so close behind her. Upon entering the room what Malcolm first noted was the ponies. There were fluffy toys, pictures of frolicking equines, prints upon the wallpaper, horses everywhere. Along one wall a shelf was crowded with a parade of stuffed toys all seeming to stare down on the room like some ancient Roman coliseum audience, Malcolm thought with a shudder as he pulled the door shut behind him. Tanya jumped slightly at the loud click of the lock catching as her bedroom door closed. She sat down on the edge of her bed and then seeing the man stare at her blushed and stood up well aware of what this man had in store for her. Malcolm smiled at the sight of the girls self consciousness, he decided to let her stew for a bit and opening his bag took a small camcorder he quickly checked that all was in order. "Tanya" he spoke finally as Tanya still stood dithering by her bed, "My name is Mr Denver, I work for the Northampton Institute for Effective Parenting. Your mother has told me that you are likely to marry next year and she would really like you to be awarded a pre-marriage certificate before then. Do you understand what is involved?" Mr Denver caught the girls eyes and held them. "Yes Sir, you will est me to see that I can perform my normal wifely and motherly duties adequately" Tanya trailed off as Mr Denver continued to stare at her. "Correct. Today you will be tested firstly to see that you understand the principles of the new Regime; and secondly your vaginal, oral and anal skills will be tested". Mr Denver passed a piece of paper over to the girl who took it with a trembling hand. "As you can see you will be marked in several areas. You are required to score at least 50 in each of the last 9 areas, should you fail you will be required to wait 1 month before re-testing, and of course pay the exam fee once more" Mr Denver was reading this from a 2nd sheet, "of course in the future all children will be tested once every 6 months from the age of 14 at school using this exam format. But unfortunately for you it seems that you will not have this practice opportunity. You should understand that I cannot mark any easier because of that though. Finally the exam will be recorded so that any appeals against marks can be adjudicated. Please note that the videos remain the property of the Institute and may be given to any group or individual that the Institute deems necessary. Do you understand?" Tanya nodded and signed a box at the bottom stating that she had been made aware of the exam conditions. Her eyes trailed upwards and quickly read through the boxes she was to be tested on before handing back the sheet to the waiting Mr Denver. PRE-MARRIAGE TEST SHEET. Name of Candidate: Tanya Mayhew Exam Invigilator: Mr Denver, M (Ref:NN-00012) Age of Candidate (if school test leave blank): 17 Physical Development: Pre-pub [ ], Young teen [ ], Older teen [ ], Adult [X] Physical Attractiveness: Status of virginity (Females only) Intimacy techniques (i.e. massage, kissing, non-genital contact) Vaginal Intercourse Oral Skills - Giving Oral Skills - Receiving Anal limits Anal intercourse ability Regime Knowledge: Responsiveness to physical contact Technique demonstrated by candidate Checking that Tanya had signed the document he rose and positioned the camcorder on a sideboard and aimed it so that the length of the bed was in shot, when he was happy he pressed 'record' and walked in front of the camcorder. "Record - Pre-marriage competency exam, Candidate is Tanya Mayhew, course invigilator is myself Mr Denver". Having delivered his introduction Malcolm stood back and waved Tanya into position so that she stood directly in front of the camera. "Tanya are you a virgin?" "No Sir, well I mean yes Sir" Tanya managed her tongue twisting in her dry mouth as she stared at the black lens and the unblinking red light, "you see my Mum has used her strap-on on me and I have lost my hymen, but I've not had a boy, not had sex with a boy a mean" she explained before stumbling to a halt. Without comment Malcolm wrote 'virgin but broken in' on the test sheet. "Tanya please strip, when you have taken all items off please ensure you return to your current position." Blushing Tanya began her appointed task by taking hold of her white t-shirt and with a two handed lift drew it up over her head. the quickness of this causing her bra restrained tits to bounce and jiggle, the sight of which caused Mr Denver's cock to immediately harden in his trousers. Tanya quickly stripped her bra following next, and then her jeans, for a moment before she drew her jeans down she was glad that she had remembered to get her mother to take her chastity belt off earlier that day. It was only a few minutes later that she stood in front of the camera totally nude, the only sign that she had ever worn clothing was the red panty and bra marks that marred her perfect alabaster skin. Allowing thoughts of sewer farms and his mother in law to flow across his mind Mr Denver waited a few seconds in an effort to allow his penis to soften sufficiently to enable him to stand without rupturing something. The foul thoughts of the sewers and fouler thoughts of his mother in law did their work, standing up he went over to inspect the teenage flesh which was being recorded on camera. "For the benefit of the camera you can see that Tanya is shaven" Malcolm declaimed to the camera using a finger to trace Tanya's cunt lips and demonstrate the smoothness of the area. "Her breasts are firm and well developed, the nipples are proportionate and responsive" Malcolm's fingers stopped their journey through her groin and know traced the outline of Tanya's nipples causing them to harden at the sensation. Malcolm turned Tanya around and with a press of his hand made her bend over so that her bottom now pointed at the camera. Separating the two cheeks allowing the tiny pink star of her anus to peek out from its hiding place. "Smooth and hairless crevice a clean and distinct anus between two fleshly but firm cheeks" Mr Denver concluded before bidding Tanya to return to a standing position. "Well Tanya you are a very beautiful young woman, good skin, pretty face, and no tattoos or piercings, excellent - I think you warrant a mark of 80 for 'Physical Attractiveness'". Tanya blushed at the compliment and then blushed a further shade of red when she realised that she was being complemented on the beauty of her body which was being recorded for posterity. Tanya's eyes widened in shock as she saw Mr Denver stand and begin to unbutton is shirt. Her breathing began to quicken in fear as Mr Denver removed shirt revealing a hairy torso with only the slightest hint of a belly. Her hands flew involuntarily to her mouth when without a pause Mr Denver dropped his trousers and boxer shorts. For the first time in her life she saw a mans penis. Her father had left before the Regime came in, and the little thing her brother or cousins had for that matter hardly counted. this was a man's penis she could see that, it was ugly to be honest, a tube of flesh a thick vein apparent along its length, it laid in a bush of thick black pubic hair. It looked nothing like her brother's thin shaven dickie or the pink plastic dildos her mother used on her, it looked alive and it looked threatening. Now stripped Malcolm allowed himself to look once more upon the young Tanya's body, his penis immediately flooded with blood and he could feel it thicken and lengthen. "Tanya lay on the bed we will first assess your intimacy and vaginal skills" Mr Denver pointed to the bed and as Tanya slowly laid herself down on the bed her breasts still firm and legs slightly ajar, Mr Denver followed her down. When she felt the warmth of this middle aged mans belly on hers she let out an audible sob, quickly silenced by Mr Denver as he probed the girls mouth with his tongue, and the camera continued to roll. * * * John walked through the patio door and his heart immediately sank. Albert sat quietly chatting with auntie Heather, there was only one reason why Albert ever visited and that was not something that John wished to happen when his cousins were here. His mother spotted him hovering at the patio door and waved him over. Walking slowly he stood in front of his mother who without even looking at hi pulled down his track suit bottoms leaving him standing naked the 5 adults present ignoring him, the only one's who took any notice of him at all were his 3 younger cousins who stopped their impromptu game of football to stare at him. As he watched he saw Richard lean over and whisper into the other twos ears. A burst of giggling erupted from them as they noted the chastity belt strapped into, the existence of which was clearly what Richard was disclosing to the others. To one side Ruth looked up from where she lay sunbathing giving a dismissive sniff at the sight of john's nakedness and with the air of indifference only a teenage girl could make, dismissed John's constrained pride and joy as beneath her notice. John was unsure what was most galling the giggles of the boys, or the dismissal by Ruth, before he could decide his attachment was diverted as his mother cupped his heavy balls in one hand hefting them up and down. "Yes I quite agree George these things are overly swollen. I think a good emptying is in order". Linda scooped a key from her pocket and unfastened the lock on the tube restraining his penis. Despite the relief his cock felt at being free from that accursed tube John was not happy. He knew his mother only released him for one reason, and that was to ensure his 'bits' were still functional. Once upon a time he looked forward to a session of relief at the hands of his mother, that was when she just used to give him a slow oily wank. Those days were long gone, and it was all the fault of that bastard Albert. John looked at the old man with disguised loathing. It was that man who had taught his mother about draining balls without allowing a boy an orgasm, it wasn't fair every over teenage boy in the country would jerk off, yet he could not. "John stop standing there and bend over the picnic table" his mother told him, "Albert could you show Heather and George here is how this milking is done". "Of course dear" Albert beamed "you know I am always happy to share my knowledge with others". Standing up the old man straightened as far as his bent back would allow him, for a moment he looked around before seeing a bottle of olive oil that had been brought out for the salad that would be served later. "Now when I was a ward nurse patients would be milked at least weekly to calm them down. We would strap them down but such actions is unnecessary with such a compliant boy" he chuckled softly as John shifted uncomfortably on the wooden slatted table, his shaven balls and dick hanging loose from the edge his equally hair free anus poking out from between his teen buttocks. "The first thing you should remember as my old ward matron would say is to remember that this is a medical practice, and that you are dealing with sensitive areas of a boys body. Lubrication is important, and you can never have too much" to illustrate his point he opened the bottle of oil and poured a liberal amount into the top of John's crevice. The 4 adults watched as the oil slowly slid down the crack. When the first drip fell from between john's legs onto the paving of the patio, Albert poured another pool of oil into his left hand, placing the bottle back onto the table he delicately coated two fingers of his right hand. For a second Albert waited watching the bare bottom clench and loosen as the first application of oil continued to make its way down. "The prostate is a small gland, where more properly an organ, located behind the sexual organs, and can best be located from the anus" With this Albert slowly inserted his two oiled fingers into John who let out a small shriek shifted uncomfortably as his anus was stretched. At the same time from the window of Tanya's bedroom above an shriek also came as if echoing Johns shameful degradation. He continued to loosen and coat Johns boy hole, occasionally re-coating his fingers with more olive oil. Finally satisfied he finished his fingering he continued his lecture. "Now the prostate is about the size of a walnut in a grown man, John's here is slightly smaller, whilst its size in a child like one of those, would be much smaller" he motioned towards the three boys who had stopped their pretence at playing and watching with avid interest. George noting their curious stares ordered them over. The three boys walked over with hand dog expressions. "It's OK children you're not in trouble" George reassured them "but this demonstration should give you a good insight into your own bodies". The three boys brightened up and crowded round John's exposed bottom. John hearing George's invitation to his three younger cousins bit his lips in shame and fury, as the entire world now seemed to be staring at his oil coated anus. Albert was delighted at the attention he was receiving as the audience looked at him to continue. "What you need to do is insert a finger 1 or 2 inches into the rectum, perhaps less if dealing with one of these rapscallions" Albert nodded at the 3 young preteen children who watched awe-struck as this elderly man demonstrated his words upon their annoying cousin's bottom. Their eyes did widen slightly in worry at the mans words, their bottoms until now for the most part were still virginal save for the occasional parental finger. "When inserted the appropriate distance you need to angle the finger upwards towards where the penis is". John grunted and his penis already thickening immediately started to harden and angle downwards pointing to the floor, indicating that the old mans fingers had found its target. "Having located the target you should very gently stroke the gland with a circular motion. I cannot stress this more - be gentle. It is possible to cause severe harm to the prostate. I always say that giving a good prostate massage is about time and motion, rather than speed and force". For a few minutes he continued his rubbing, occasionally re-lubing his fingers. Soon a stream of fluid oozed from the tip of John's penis. Albert noting the consistency and amount of flow and the almost painful hardened state of Johns shaved penis slowed down his motions. A groan of frustration escaped from John who had tried to hide his impending orgasm, so that he could have sneaked the relief he craved regardless of what his mother would have done to him for such flagrant disobedience. Albert was an old hand at this and had done this process on John many many times. He carefully noted the breathing and movements of John to keep him just below boiling point. "That's the basics of giving a prostate massage. I understand you were considering this massage for your own kids?" Albert asked after removing his penis, a small puddle of liquid pooling on the ground beneath Johns dripping penis. At the nods of George and Heather, and the gulps of Lee, Richard and Thomas, Albert continued. "However you can not learn how give a good prostate massage, without getting stuck in, so to speak" he laughed, "with Linda's permission I suggest you have a dry run on little Johnny here". "Of course, you can your his relatives after all, and if you are you should practice first. John won't mind will you John?". John did mind, John minded very much indeed, he kept quiet wishing everyone would leave him alone. Slap, Slap, Linda delivered 2 sharps smacks to John's bottom, "I asked you a question John". "No Mum I don't mind" John managed to force the words out knowing that his mother would spank him if he did not answer, and spank him twice as heard if he dared refuse. Albert satisfied at John's compliance looked at George and said "Well lets start with you young man, and then move round the table, here make sure you use plenty of oil". * * * Malcolm grunted and came his hot sperm painting the insides of Tanya's now red and filled cunt. Feeling the hot liquid coat her insides, a sensation she never felt before Tanya could not help but give a shriek of surprise and horror, she quickly relaxed remembering that her mother had insisted that she was given her monthly contraception shots on the dot. With a groan Malcolm slid his now softening 6 inch penis from Tanya, who's until recently virginal pussy stayed for a moment obscenely open, a thin trickle of Malcolm's cum trickled out and slid down tickling Tanya's anus. "Well Tanya, you will have to do much better than that In the next sections. You failed to respond to my thrusts with adequate thrusts of your own, you failed to keep good eye contact, and did not verbalise any encouragement to the man mounting you. However given that you were a virgin before today's fucking I will be lenient. Therefore you will be given a 55% mark for 'Vaginal Intercourse'. The next part of the test will be Oral Intercourse, and I expect you to do much better Tanya". With these words Malcolm pulled the tear streaked face of Tanya down onto his cum, and pussy juiced penis, Tanya's lips opening up and engulfing the dirty penis with a small shudder. * * * John shuddered instantly recognising the inexpert fingers of his uncle as George jabbed his fingers into him, and rooted around searching for his prostate. A shuddering jolt ran through him as the probing finger finally located the peanut sized organ. At the geriatric nurses advice George's finger rolled his prostate in a circular motion, coaxing more liquid out of the drained John's body. The three young Cooper boys watched in wonder at the fluid that came from the elder cousins body. Thomas more aware of where his fathers finger would end up when he had finished practising on John, did not join in the small jokes that his two siblings made at the sight of John's groaning.. Noting the thick finger his father possessed and aware of how small his bottom was had serious concerns. Albert noted the grimaces passing over the face of John warned George to extract his finger to avoid any unnecessary 'accidents'. George removed his finger with a plop and picking up a handy napkin wiped his finger clean. John moaned in frustration his rock hard penis seconds away from the release it so desperately bobbed a few times before the climax that he felt began to recede and fail. "Well that should tide the boy over for another week, Linda" Albert cheerfully advised. "What about me" asked Heather who was upset that she had not had the chance to examine her attractive young nephews cute bottom as her husband had done. Albert replied "I understand but John was ready to pop and that would have ruined months of work; but don't despair we have 3 more subjects here, and these three will give me the opportunity to demonstrate how the prostate develops as a boy ages". The three Cooper boys eyes widened at this news. John straightened up wincing as his slightly sore anus closed between his buttocks, smiled at the news glad that the three boys who had watched his humiliation would get a taste of their own medicine, this brief victory for John soon turned sour as his mother walked over holding in one hand the chastity belt that he was forced to wear. "Thank you Albert, George. Now lets get this belt back on you love" Linda informed John, "Hmmmm well I can't fit this if you keep that up" she remarked as John's erect penis still bobbed merrily away. "I know the cure for that" Linda continued, she reached out and cupped the two hanging testicles below the offending organ. With a firm squeeze she compressed the two balls causing John to scream and bend over in surprised pain. Linda repeated this squeeze two more time, each squeeze causing a scream to issue from John, and two sympathetic winces from Albert and John. This harsh measure had its inevitable effect and John's penis deflated. Releasing her tortious grasp Linda quickly reattached the tube preventing John's erection from returning. Leaving John lying on the patio now clasping his sore and bound genitals she smiled at Heather. "Well Sis, you wanted to practice giving a prostate massage and we have 3 volunteers here so lets get started, after all the BBQ will be ready soon". The 3 Coopers could not remember actually volunteering for this, but knelt on the bench and laid out over the garden table. The viewing adults could not help but smile at the sight of the 3 cute boy butts that were arrayed before them in a line. Lee's bottom was bony with little spare flesh, but both Richard and Thomas's bottoms were fleshier and more rounded with age. Albert was the first to break the adults silent contemplation of the boys perfect orbs. "Well Heather I recommend that we start with Lee as the youngest here. His prostate should be small and relatively undeveloped. We can then move on to Richard and then Thomas to see what differences their extra years makes, Is that OK with everyone". Heather and George quickly nod and Heather quickly appropriates the bottle of oil and stands behind the whimpering Lee's small bottom determined not to miss out this time. * * * Tanya laid back on the bed wiping the stinging drops of cum out of her eye where moments before Mr Denver had spurted them as he pulled out from her mouth and let fly. Mr Denver having regained his breath was filling in the assessment checklist, "Much better dear you are I may say a most accomplished felatrix" he complimented the young girl, "Yes I think you deserve a good 85%, and if you improve your deep throat potential you might even get a 100%". Tanya smiled not sure how to take this compliment, still remembering the gagging that this mans penis caused as it bruised the back of her throat. "Well Tanya next stage is to test your anal skills and limits, so lets have you on your hands and knees then, times a wasting" Mr Denver instructed the girl as her face froze in fear, at the prospect of having a penis that had hurt enough when shoved up her cunt, being rammed up her behind. * * * "Found it" Heather cried out triumphantly, as her finger finally located the small nodule of Lee's prostate. Lee was freely crying following his mother's rummaging search through his rectum. He had had his mother finger him before but the rotating and pushing of the maternal finger had greatly exceeded anything that had gone before. "Well done now give it a thorough but gentle examination, feel its texture and size" Albert counselled. "OK then Heather happy with the size" Albert asked and Heather nodded in reply, "good then let George have a feel up Lee's butt, and you can move on to Richard's here to see the difference in size between a 7 and an 11 year old. Heather removed her finger to Lee's relief, and then to Richard's horror began to insert the greased and messy finger into his anus. Lee's relief was short-lived too as he felt the fumbling of his fathers much thicker digit probe at his loosened fundament, as well as the leering look his aunt was giving the young child as she waited for her turn to examine his botty. Ruth turned her head from where she lay sunbathing and watched curiously as she watched her parents finger her two youngest brothers. She kept quiet as so far she had been ignored by the adults so far and seeing the red face of her cousin who had limped off once more strapped in to his belt, and the moaning and squirming of her siblings, as mum and dad continued the relentless probing she was happy for once to be the odd one out. She grinned at the discomfort of her brothers as the examination continued. Mum had now moved onto Thomas who was feeling his first finger of the afternoon rape his tight anus. Lee however was onto his third as auntie Linda followed the path that Mum and Dad's finger had so recently vacated. Shifting her position so she could watch this amusing scene with greater ease Ruth's attention was distracted for a moment as a faint pitiful shriek echoed out from the window where Tanya was being examined, whatever that entailed by Mr Denver. Ruth's attention snapped back to her brothers when she heard her brother Thomas shout out "I'm cumming" and a few moments later a murmur of muted conversation break out between the adults. George and Linda had stepped away from their respective boys bottoms and now stood around Thomas as Heather pointed with her free hand at her son, her other hand still pistoning in the preteen's arse. * * * With a thrust Mr Denver thrust his penis into the tight crinkled anal opening of Tanya. The poor girl shrieked in pain as the penis popped through her tight ring, the oil that had been applied moments before doing little to reduce the searing pain of penetration. Despite having muffled her face in a pillow a loud shriek escaped her lips at the pain. Tanya had not expected the pain of the buggering she was enduring to be so intense. Her mother had always congratulated her on her ability to take her finger during her weekly anal exercises, but this mans cock was much thicker than her mothers daintier finger. Mr Denver rested for a moment the head of his penis resting inside the warm cavern of this teenage girls bottom. God she is damn hot he thought. He relished this opportunity to bugger a beautiful young girl. His wife the miserable cow had always refused to do this, and his daughter was unfortunately still too young to help in this regard. Never mind I can make the most of this opportunity, after all given the fact that I have already cum twice there's no way I'm cumming again any time soon. With this thought he grinned and patted the panting and groaning young girls back which lay prone before him, "Well Tanya, now that you have been opened up lets see how you perform; and remember if you want to pass you must join in so when I thrust you thrust back" without warning Mr Denver thrust sending another 2 inches of his shaft into the obscenely stretched anus. * * * "See I told you I could see something" Heather exclaimed excitedly as she pointed to Thomas's dick which following his mothers prostate massage stood out firm in all its diminutive glory. The three other adults present leaned forward peering closely at the tiny cocklet. "Yes I believe your right I can see it" Albert replied. With this he reached out a liver spotted hand and with a finger scooped up the small smear of fluid that oozed from Thomas's penis. Feeling the old mans finger touch his penis caused Thomas to blush red. Much to his horror Thomas also felt a tingle go through his groin as this old mans finger joint his mothers still probing finger in sending pulses of pleasure through his boy parts. Despite the fact that he had recently cum the sensations his mother and now this stranger caused within him Thomas felt another cum could soon happen. Unaware of the effect his finger had caused he lifted his finger up and peered myopically at the collected liquid that lay upon it. Looking at the three other adults he said, "Well liquid clearly come out of this young child's penis, but you say he has always been a dry cummer?" "Oh yes, Thomas here is still a little immature boy, but "a frown crossed George's face "he has been getting a tiny bit bigger down there, but in truth he is so small in the penis endowment stakes it is difficult to tell". Linda giggled and leaning over affectionately stroked the boys now tear wet cheeks with one hand, "Small but perfectly formed, right Tommy?" Albert looked once more at his laden finger and shrugged, "Well there is only one way well to tell" and without pause licked the liquid and began rolling his mouth around as if tasting a fine wine. Lee and Richard who by know had stood up and stepped away from the scene, in an attempt to get their bottoms out of the firing line looked in amazement at this. "Hmmm yes watery but there is a definite saltiness about it. Yes, this is definitely cum" he declared triumphantly, "congratulations your boy is growing up" he beamed at the happily smiling George and Heather. "Are you sure" Heather asked her finger still circling Thomas's prostate sending jolts of electricity through the squirming embarrassed boy. "Well why don't we extract some more from the boy and you can test for yourself" Albert advised Heather who nodded in agreement and commenced her massaging with renewed vigour. Minutes passed as Heather continued her attack, exhausted and no closer to the desired result she vacated her role and let her sister take her place. Linda happily took over the task and inserted her finger in the still open and winking anus of the panting Thomas. Thomas moaned as he felt his auntie finger replace his mothers. He wanted to cum just to give his aching bottom some rest but he just couldn't why didn't his parents accept that he though to himself. Thomas however did not know just how skilled his mother could be. Linda was no novice to this as her sister was and she had practised her skills on her son John many times before. Pulling Thomas up so that he now knelt on the bench his penis now bobbing freely up at the sky, she reached around with her free hand she began slowly pulling her young nephews foreskin back and forth. This double assault began to work its magic upon Thomas who felt his balls begin to tighten. Thomas jerked back in surprise as his father cupped his chin firmly with one hand and looked deeply into his sons eyes, as his aunt continued her slow wanking and fingering. "He's going to cum soon" his father declared "you can see it in his eyes and flushed cheeks". With this pronouncement his father reached down and replaced Linda's hand on the boys penis and began roughly wanking the boys penis. This change in hand and rougher handling brought Thomas to the edge and beyond. "I'm cumming daddy" he yelped and a small stream of liquid spurted into the waiting palm of his fathers hand. With a shocking suddenness Linda withdrew her finger leaving Thomas gasping as a cool breeze seemed for a second to flow up his open anus, before the taut young muscles closed the orifice. Ignoring his red faced son George raised his palm and displayed the small puddle it contained to his wife and the others. The adults all daintily examined the puddle and Heather tasted a small amount and proclaimed herself satisfied that her son had indeed cum. Turning to Thomas who still knelt on the bench she scooped up the remaining dregs of the cum from George's palm and showed the blushing Thomas her finger. "Thomas this is cum, when you are an adult you will spurt this up your wife's cunny and this is the stuff which fertilises her egg, do you understand?" she asked the staring boy. "Yes Mum" Thomas replied wondering why his mother felt it necessary to tell him this in front of the others, after all his father had given his the birds and bees talk before. "The fact that you can produce this means that you are growing up and soon your little dicky and balls will finally grow" Heather continued "now take a little lick of this and tell me what you taste" she commanded. Before the sickened boy could refuse she popped the coated finger full into his mother. the sudden taste of saltiness and goo caused Thomas to screw his face up with an exclamation of 'Yuck', causing the viewing adults to laugh. "Don't worry son your get used to the taste soon" George advised his disgusted child "your mother for instance hated the taste, but now can't get enough of it. Isn't that right dear?". "Shush George" Heather blushed at her husbands admission. "Oh is that right sister?" Linda crowed arching her eye at her somewhat prudish sister. "Ms Mayhew" the deep baritone voice of Mr Denver interrupted the conversation saving Heather's battered dignity. Turning at the sound of the voice Linda and the others saw Mr Denver step through the open patio door. Trailing behind him walked Tanya dressed once more. Mr Denver looked around the garden noting the 3 young nude boys, one of whom still sported a small erection. A young naked girl lay off to one side, and an older boy sat cross legged on the grass a surly and frustrated look upon his face. Mr Denver ignored these children used as he was to the sight of naked and oft times aroused children, waving Tanya to follow him. Linda noted with a keen eye that Tanya walked somewhat stiffly behind the Instructor, her stiff legged gait an attempt to prevent her sore cunt and arse from being rubbed Linda assumed, poor dear I know I will give her a good rub down with lotion she thought before turning to Mr Denver. "First of all I would just like to say congratulations to young Tanya here" Mr Denver started. "She demonstrated a decent level of oral and anal ability and her knowledge of regime principles was excellent. However she was found lacking in her vaginal skills test". At this Linda and Tanya both looked concerned. Linda at the thought that one of her children could be found wanting in such a way, and Tanya at the thought of having to go through another 'test'. "However I have decided to give her a passing grade" Mr Denver continued swiftly seeing the distressed looks, "that is as long as Tanya attends some make up sessions helping out at the Institute" he added. "That's great of course she will attend" Linda answered, although the look on Tony's face clearly indicated that she was less enthusiastic about these extra curricular activities her mother had just agreed for her. "Err just what would I have to do, Sir" Tanya quickly added as she asked her question. "Oh nothing to strenuous Tanya. you will help out at Institute events proving experience and teaching aids for the Regime children. Duties will include teaching local children the basics of lovemaking etc. Don't worry lots of young ladies actually enjoy helping out". As Tanya sat down gingerly next to Thomas on the bench Mr Denver completed and stamped an examination paper to her mother, and handed her a video of the examination. Waving Mr Denver goodbye Linda turned to her sister and brother in law. "this is has been an excellent day. Thomas is no a wet cummer, Tanya here has passed her test. I know why don't we get some of these burgers cooked on the BBQ, I can then crack open a bottle of wine for the adults and pop for the children and we can watch this video that Mr Denver has given me, won't that be nice?" The children shouted excitedly hungry for the long awaited BBQ that had been filling the garden with its fragrant smells for sometime. Tanya however felt less ecstatic realising with horror what the video contained, looking around she saw that her ordeal was going to be watched by her auntie and uncle, her mother, her young cousins and worst of all her brother... Chapter 10 - Spelling Test from Hell Thomas walked back along the school corridor with his two classmates John and Charlotte alongside him. The hall was empty save for the three children who made their way back to their classroom. The three preteens were glad of the few moments of privacy they had, before they re-entered the noisy and crowded world of school in the 21st century. Thomas caught sight of the reflections of the three of them as they passed the glass window of the empty head of years office. Reflected in the window was the sight of three half nude children. The two boys clothed only in white formal shirts, and the girl in a blouse. The legs of all three were bare, any observers would have easily seen the pale cheeks of the two boys bottoms as the shirts lifted as they walked down the corridor. Its not fair thought Thomas, not for the first time, not for the first time today in truth, as he looked in envy at the long concealing blouse tails which hid the more interesting parts of the girl. Thomas slowed his pace a little allowing Charlotte to move a little ahead of him and allowed his eyes to drift down to the hidden charms of the curvy bum of the 12 year old girl. I wish I could get my hands on some of those Thomas wished wistfully. The interesting thing was perhaps for the first time in the annuals of horny little boys, Thomas was not looking in desire at the bum of the girl who's bum undulated as she strode along. Rather he was more interested in the extra long blouse she wore. The tails of which went all the way to her mid thighs. Given the length or shortness we should say of many girls skirts, Charlotte's blouse concealed as much as most girls normal attire, despite her half dressed state. Reaching down with a hand he tugged futilely at his own shirt tails. Typical he grumbled I'm sure my Mum buys the smallest shortest shirts she possibly can. Thomas had cause for complaint his shirt at rest at best covered only half of his bottom, allowing anyone who wished to view his bottom crack. More importantly at least to Thomas they could also get a good peek at his small prick. Thomas was acutely self-conscious that despite being one of the older boys in the school his penis was little more impressive than those dangling between the legs of the schools 7 and 8 year olds; and the criminally short shirts he wore meant that his penis would wobble into view as his hips caused the shirt tails to raise. With a last futile tug at his shirt he gave up and resumed his watch on the gorgeous Charlotte's bum. Thomas's mind drifted back to the 'Regime' assembly that the three had attended barely minutes before. He remembered that Miss Tomkin's had gotton the children attending to practice massaging each other. Much to his delight he had been paired with Charlotte, he could still feel the touch of the girls hands as she stroked his back, and he could feel the smoothness of her skin when he massaged her back. He felt his penis harden at these thoughts and immediately realised his mistake. It was embarrassing enough to have to walk down the corridor with his penis peeking out from beneath his shirt, but to have his erect penis displayed proudly to all would be unbearable. To ease his discomfort he thought back to this mornings entertainment remembering the discomfiture of his younger brother Richard. Whereas Thomas had got to feel up Charlotte, Richard was paired with a new member of the class, a podgy 8 year old boy by the name Jason. Thomas could not help but laugh out loud, when he thought back to Miss Tomkin's command to Richard 'not to forget the dick and balls, when giving a massage', absolutely priceless he grinned remembering the horror on his brothers face. "What are you laughing about?" Charlotte asked as she looked back at Thomas. A suspicious look on her face fearing that the laugh was at her expense. "Nothing Charlotte" Thomas replied quickly, slightly afraid of the bigger girl and her uncertain temperament. Sniffing in disdain at the boy with whom only minutes before she was performing intimately with she ignored him and stopping before the door to the three children's classroom turned the handle and opened the door. * * * "Finally what has taken you so long. No don't explain we have a spelling test today and everyone's waiting" Mr York their teacher greeted them. The three children used to the brusque tone of their teacher, they were more concerned at the smirking children all of whom stared at them from the banks of desks they sat by. Thomas shifted his shirt as much as possible trying to hide as much as he could. "What's going on, its not like they haven't seen our bits before" John whispered into Thomas's ear. "Take your seats then" Mr York continued and with a flourish pointed at the bank of 4 desks where the three normally sat. Thomas gasped in shock and even the normally reserved Charlotte moaned at the sight before them. Instead of the normal plastic chairs they sat on they saw three black padded chairs. The remaining chair was normal, and its occupant a plain looking Indian girl smiled broadly and surreptitiously reached out and with a finger flicked the protruding prong of the nearest seat to her. Of the three children only Thomas had seen these particular chairs before, but the other two had heard the stories. The chairs were padded but this extra comfort was offset by one huge matter. In each of the chairs there was a small prong, its positioning clearly indicating where these prongs would end up. "Stop dilly dallying, sit children" Mr York smirked, looking at the faces of the three half naked children as they looked at their new chairs which had appeared in their absence, Mr York slapped his forehead as if he had suddenly recollected something, "Sorry, of course, we need to give you a good greasing first, don't we children?" As the three children crept in under the mocking stares of the other children who were not yet subject to the new Regime, Mr York hefted a large 5 litre tub from behind his desk. "You first Thomas" he ordered, "No don't come up here boy. Lets see as this is the first day, of many trust me, I think it would be instructive for the whole class to see how it is done, after all I may ask them to do it next time". At this revelation the rest of the class audibly sniggered at Thomas's discomfiture. "... and sooner or later all of them will be joining you later in the year" at this the class quieted and looks of fear passed over the 20 still clothed children who had forgotten that important point. The class room comprised 6 banks of desks, each bank formed o 4 desks pushed together in a square. Mr York directed Thomas to the nearest bank and cupping one hand on Thomas's naked bottom heaved the boy up until he knelt on all fours on the desk staring face to face with a girl who smiled back at the red faced boy. "This grease is very sticky and we wouldn't want to get any on your shirt, so Heather help young Thomas here take his shirt off while I get the rubber application glove ready." At Mr York's command Heather the young girl seated in front of Thomas, stood up and unbuttoned the top three buttons of the shirt. In too much of a hurry to disrobe the boy this way she then took hold of the boys shirt tails and with a constant tug pulled the shirt over the head of Thomas leaving him completely nude. Thomas's head tugged free of the shirt and came to rest inches from the neck of Heather, he smelt the perfumed soap that Heather must have used earlier that morning. Despite the fact that Thomas had seen more of the female form than men three times his age, the smell of this girls soap clean skin began to arouse him even more than the sight of Charlotte's tits and pussy he had seen earlier that day. Realising that his tiny penis was once again hardening Thomas quickly dropped back to all fours to hide his signs of arousal from the girl and others. Snap... The sound of latex snapping onto skin drew Thomas's attention back to his more immediate problems. Looking to one side he saw his teacher approach a bright elbow high yellow glove now covering his arm. "Children gather round" The children followed their teachers instruction, and with the sound of screeching chair legs a group of some 20 children gathered round in a loose semicircle around the protruding bottom of Thomas. Satisfied at his audience Mr York began his lecture. "As you can see Thomas here is in position for readying. The chairs that he and his counterparts will be using requires him to be prepared before use". Mr York then bid two of the boys who stood nearest Thomas to pull his cheeks apart causing a shriek of pain as they pulled them apart exposing his anus to all. "Not so hard you two, yes that's better" the two boys loosened their over enthusiastic grip allowing only the smallest bit of slack back into Thomas's bottom. "This is a boys anus" a yellow clad finger brushed the offending hole causing an involuntary twitch. "As you can see it is very sensitive" the finger without warning flicked out smack onto the hole causing Thomas to gasp in surprised pain, "Before having a prong the size of the ones fitted to the Regime chairs up a hole such as this it needs to be greased, so that the prong can slip easily up into a child's hot little bum, Isn't that right Thomas?" "Yes Sir" Thomas mumbled back. The yellow clad finger dipped into the tub which stood next to Thomas bare right leg and scooped up a liberal thick glob of the grease. Mr York then proceeded to demonstrate how to ensure that every crevice both inside and outside of Thomas's bottom should be coated with the grease. Finally satisfied with his work Mr York allowed Thomas to get off the table, as he stood he turned to face his classmates. "OH my god he's got a stiffy, he must be a bumboy" Heather burst out seeing Thomas's less than impressive in size, but impressive in stiffness erection. A gale of laughter issued forth from the other children as Thomas blushed bright red at his bodies betrayal. "Are you sure Heather?" Mr York asked the laughing girl, "I can't see anything I would call an erection". The teacher reached out and began groping the balls and penis of Thomas with the yellow gloved hand, leaving a thin patina of grease over the dick of Thomas, before removing the hand and bidding Thomas to move over and stand behind his new chair. Thomas was glad that Mr York stopped his examination at that point as he began to feel the familiar feeling of his impending orgasm, which fortunately receded. The process of lubing continued for Charlotte and John. Charlotte suffered the worst being the only girl. Mr York thought it would be a good idea to allow two of the boys to practice lubing a bumhole for the first time, and the curvy body of Charlotte was the unfortunate sacrifice. Charlotte began crying as she felt the fingers of the first boy began probing her hole, and crying begged Mr York to have him stop, a request that Mr York unsurprisingly declined. A few minutes later three greased children stood to attention behind their new black chairs. With a crooked finger Mr York bid Thomas to walk around and crouch over the black chair seat and its intimidating dildo. With a resigned sigh lowered himself onto the prong. His first two attempts failing as the dildo skidded along his crevice and not into his oiled anus. The third attempt succeeded and Thomas felt his anal muscles open wide and accept the head of the dildo, with a shift of his legs Thomas felt himself slide down the length of the stubby dildo until his bottom rested firmly on the seat. "No I'm not sure you did that right, try again" Mr York ordered a broad smile on his face, well aware of his lie. Catching his complaint before he said it and opened himself up to punishment for disobedience, Thomas raised himself off the prong, feeling his anal muscles bend outwards as the prong slithered out of the boys bum. Again this time even more slowly Thomas sat back down once more, the dildo this time going in first time to the now open anus. "No try again, I'm still not absolutely sure.." Once more Thomas repeated this self torture, and then realised with a shudder what Mr York's evil game was. Thomas's painfully erect and aroused penis was responding to this anal stimulation. Mr York had felt the boys arousal with his own hand and was aware that the boy would cum without much more ado. "Ooh, oooohh, I'm cumming Thomas moaned in horror as his penis twitched and spurted a small stream of sum over his penis. Smiling in triumph at Thomas's abject humiliation Mr York walked to the boy and with a finger traced the sperm over the boys red and now softening small dick. "Thomas Cooper you really are a 'bumboy' as our Heather says; no don't answer this is evidence enough" Mr York lifted his finger allowing the whole class to see the evidence of Thomas's misdemeanour to trickle down its length, "We are not hear for you enjoyment boy, we are hear to learn. See me at break time Thomas, your botty and my hand are going to have words about your lack of self control" Mr York turned to the two other Regime children who watched warily from were they stood. "OK John, Charlotte you too, take your seats and be quick about it, its time for the class spelling test". * * * Thomas reached forward to pick up his pen, even this slight shift sent a sickening sensation to pulse through his bottom as the shaft of the small dildo up his anus, pressed against the side of his rectum. Charlotte seeing the twinge cross Thomas face gave a small smile of comfort to Thomas, her own bottom pinioned to her chair, allowing her to appreciate the difficulty Thomas was having concentrate on the impending spelling test. "Children as you know next week is this years SAT's which go towards the schools results. So today we will practice some basic spellings. "Heather I want you to spell 'Colour' for me" Heather dutifully spelled out the word. Mr York then went around the class giving each child in turn a word, praising the correct answers, and gently correcting the mistakes. Thomas was unconcerned spelling was one of his favourite subjects and he knew that so far the teacher had not given a word he could not spell. "Charlotte" Mr York finally got round to the four desks where Thomas sat, "your word is verisimilitude". Charlotte's mouth opened and then closed, whilst she was easily the most physically developed of the children in the class, academically she was at best average, the word whatever it was beyond her*. Knowing she was beaten she admitted defeat "Silly girl, you had better do better on your next word" Mr York made a mark on the paper and front and then turned to Thomas. Thomas and Mr York shared a look and Thomas knew that he was doomed, clearly neither this test or indeed Thomas's word to spell was going to be 'fair'. "Thomas your word is Somatization" Thomas blinked and determined to go down fighting began "S..O..M...E.." "Wrong, I expected better from you boy, I expect that the spike in your bottom is blocking you brains up" Mr York snidely commented, laughing heartily at his own presumed cleverness, fed by the few titters that his remark elicited from the other children. As the second round of the test continued Charlotte leaned over to Thomas and whispered, "Old Porky Yorky is giving us the hard words so we fail on purpose, I mean what does versimillli..., versimmmi, that word mean anyway?" Before Thomas could reply that he knew full well what the teacher was talking about, John the third naked child, who for some reason had an easier word to spell than the other two piped up, "It means something having the appearance of truthfulness". Charlotte and Thomas both looked in surprise at the naked boy. A boy who hitherto today had made hard work of walking and breathing at the same time. "Well yes quite" Charlotte stumbled, "obviously it means that I was just saying that's all" who watched in sickened disbelief as John turned back to examining the contents of one of his ears with a none to clean fingernail. Sharing a shrug with Thomas she turned her attention back to the test as Mr York turned to her. "Charlotte your next word is fuliginous" "I don't know" muttered Charlotte rolling her eyes at the teacher. "Well then you can see me at break time when I will explain how to spell the word, and what happens when you take the tone with me young girl. "Ah Thomas it's your turn is it?, lets see, yes, your word is deliquesce" Mr York looked at Thomas who was unsurprisingly less than certain of the spelling. "Could you use it in a sentence Sir" he asked trying to gain sometime. "Yes I could - I don't intend to, but I could" Mr York smiled back at Thomas. "Tom it means to become liquid like in structure, oh and Charlotte fuliginous means sooty or smoky" John helpfully provided. Charlotte leaned over a disgruntled look upon her face and hissed at John, "You're impressing no one you know..." "Be fair Charlotte he is impressing the hell out of me" Thomas defended the surprisingly literate John. It won't stop me beating the crap out of him when I next get the opportunity, but impressive nonetheless. Realising that Mr York awaited an answer Thomas admitted his defeat. "Well Thomas you can see me at break time as well then" the delighted teacher ordered his plan having worked. * * * Fortunately for Thomas and Charlotte they did not have long to wait before the bell rang for break time. Thomas watched the over children leave the room and make their way to the playground. In particular John watched John as he stood up an audible sigh of relief coming from him when the peg that had secured him to his seat plopped free from his anus. Thomas noted with macabre interest that John's little boyhole was still slightly open a few moments later when John bent over and picked up his shirt from the floor. His examination of his friends bum ended when he heard Mr York order him and Charlotte to come stand in front of his desk. Thomas took hold of the desk and tried to lift his body straight up of the chair. Thomas knew it would be a mistake to allow the small dildo to catch and pull any one side of his anus. With a sucking sound he managed to finally free his sore hole from the chair, looking down he saw that his thighs still showed a thin covering of grease where it had dripped down from his crevice, his penis and testicles to showing signs of grease from where Mr York had examined him earlier. Wincing slightly he made his way over to the desk and stood hands by his side, feeling a presence next to him he saw Charlotte come and stand next to him, her face like his showing the discomfort that having their anuses filled for over an hour had caused them. Mr York pushed the papers he was marking to one side and looked up at the two children. "You two did very poorly at the test didn't you?" "Yes Sir" Thomas replied believing compliance was best. Charlotte despite being in the Regime for some time still had a streak of stubbornness in her was less willing to accept her teachers views unchallenged. "It's not fair you gave us the hard words knowing no one in the class could possibly spell them, with the possible exception of John" she shot at the teacher. A look of anger crossed the teacher's face, slamming his hands on the table he stormed to his feet, his face no inches from the two naked children, who flinched back in fear. Their fearful expressions changed to confusion as instead of another angry outburst, Mr York burst out laughing. "You're quite correct Charlotte, of course you were meant to fail. You see Regime children can be punished physically when they fail at school" Mr York gave an evil grin and without taking his eyes from the two children he reached down and opened a desk drawer and drew from it a thick wooden paddle. The paddle perhaps 18 inches long was made of polished oak, and along its length a number of holes had been drilled. Hefting the paddle he gently slapped the paddle down on his other palm, both Charlotte and Thomas blinked at the sight imagining the impact such a fearsome lump of wood would have on their defenceless bottoms. "You see Charlotte once I heard that you and Thomas here had been signed up to the Regime, I went out and with my own money bought this, with the sole plan to use it repeatedly and hard upon you cute little caboose" "But Sir, you can't just spank me - us, Charlotte waved a hand at Thomas, "just because we could not spell those words, that isn't fair" Charlotte whined. "Fair?, life isn't fair Charlotte, and I'm even less fair - but your right it wouldn't be right to paddle you just for your bad spelling, however that is just an excuse you see" Mr York smiled and sat back turning the paddle back and forth before him a strange glint in his eyes. "Why are you going to, you know, spank us then Sir" Thomas asked. "Why? Do you remember last year Charlotte when you kindly gave me my new nickname" noting Charlotte's guilty expression he continued 'That's right girl I know who started the nickname of 'Porky Yorky', quite clever child rhyming Pork with York, how on earth did you come up with it" Mr York sarcastically explained. "And then there has been the past 3 years of disrespectful comments from the pair of you. You Charlotte seem to have the peculiar belief that you my equal. YOU ARE Not, you are just a little girl who should have been put over someone's knees a long time ago, and had you contrariness spanked out of you. "Er but I didn't start that name Sir, so there is no need to spank me is the Sir" Thomas wheedled, and tried to ignore the pointed look of angry betrayal that Charlotte shot his way. "True, but I'm not going to paddle you for coming up with the name, I'm going to paddle you because you for the past 3 years on my class you have acted the fool, disrupted my lessons, and caused my classes to degenerate into chaos. I has hoped to have the opportunity to discipline you for your behaviour. However it seems that following your entry into the Regime you have been perfect little angels. Which I suppose is a good thing. The problem is children is that I am a shallow and small-minded wee grudge bearing bastard". The two children's faces were a picture as they digested the fact that their past 3 years of misdemeanours were coming back to bite them on the arse, literally. Enjoying the looks of realisation that dawned on the two children's faces Mr York placed the paddle he still held down on the desk and gave it a last loving pat. Rummaging around in the open desk drawer he picked up a small blue bound book. "This here is the Teachers Guide to physiological development and discipline. The new teachers bible. Lets see". As Mr York flicked through the pages of the book Thomas and Charlotte exchanged a look. Mr York having obviously located the passage he sought turned his attention back to the two waiting nude children who stood before him, "Page 14 - A teacher is expected to assist in the physiological development of any child subject to the Regime. The teacher should only undertake such activities as appropriate for the age and development of the child. Page 37 - A teacher is permitted to apply physical chastisement of any sort authorised in the Act to any child, where the teacher believes such discipline is required for the child's or society's benefit". Having finished quoting the two passages he looked at Charlotte, "You see Charlotte I CAN punish you and indeed require you to do any exercises I want. Indeed it's my duty as a caring and child centered child professional" the attempt of false piety that played across Mr York's face fooled neither of the two children as to what really motivated their teacher. Still undeterred Charlotte protested "everyone will know that you only spanked us because you're ... You're a meany". Having delivered this Churchillian demolition of Mr York's legal and moral justification for his intended course of action, Charlotte closed her mouth setting her lips in a sullen pout. "Ha, ha, ha" at this Mr York laughed outright and turned a couple more pages of the blue book, "A teacher exercising their duties under the Act and this guidance shall be deemed to be acting in 'good faith'. Where any individual claims that the teacher is acting not in accordance with the relevant legislative provisions, the onus on proving beyond reasonable doubt such allegations lays with the individual laying such charges. Where such allegations are found to be unproven the unproven claim will be held to be de jure and de facto slanderous, and prima facie evidence of an attempt to pervert the course of justice." Seeing the looks of incomprehension on the faces of the two children Mr York's role as a teacher compelled him to educate his two charges. He stood up and dropping the book once more picked up the paddle. He walked slowly around the desk and with his free hand traced the outline of Charlotte's spine down her back causing a shiver to run through her, he then gently cupped the cheeks of Thomas bottom giving a gentle squeeze. "What that means children is that in law I am not only allowed but expected to spank you. It also means that anyone who alleges that I am being a... Meany... Could well and up going to a juvenile detention centre, and do you know what happens to children who go to such places?; after all if anyone asked the other children in the class they would simply say that I took you to one side because of your poor performance in lessons" As he said this he reached between Charlotte's thighs and trailed a finger along the length of her pussy lips. Despite the torture of the tickling finger Charlotte went cold. Whilst she had no real idea what indeed went on in such places, she had heard enough stories not to risk such a fate. Charlotte managed to issue a 'sorry' from between her lips, her apology echoed by Thomas. Looking back and forth between the two children, Mr York's already broad smile spread yet further. He removed his hands from Charlottes nether lips and pushed her down over the desk her bare breast crushed into the polished wood, her pert bottom now poking out. He repeated the process with Thomas, his hand lingering over the child's penis and balls as the teacher cupped them and allowed them to hang free over the edge of the desk. Satisfied that the two children's bottoms were perfectly placed he addressed the two naked backsides. "I know why don't we make a little game of this. What I will do is give each of you one stroke at a time. The first one of you who cries 'uncle' as they say wins. Wins what I hear you say, why they win the right to give me a nice blowjob, and all in the name of developmental exercises of course, after all as a teacher my sole concern is your education" he ended with a smirk watching in amused delight at the look of horror that both Charlotte and Thomas shared between themselves at the thought of having to suck the ugly middle aged teacher sitting before them. Whisssshhh, Crackkk - Charlotte's lips parted and a little whoosh of breath escaped her lips, as Mr York delivered the first blow catching her by surprise. Even Thomas who's bottom unlike Charlotte's was still white flinched at blow. Winding his arm up Mr York delivered a hard blow to Thomas's protruding bottom. As the paddle bounced back off the boys resilient flesh Mr York watched curiously. The first thing his eye noted was the boys small penis and testicles which still swayed back and forth, the next thing he noted was the raising of a few round pink splotches where the holes of the paddle had landed. "Well children that was the first of many, remember first one to give in loses" Mr York chuckled as he prepared to deliver another spank to the bottoms in front of him. * * * Thomas was in agony his bottom a huge ball of fire. He had lost count of the spanks he had received certainly over 15 he thought. Looking to his side he watched the tear stained face of Charlotte as Mr York delivered yet another blow, despite the tears rolling down her eyes and the shrill shriek as her blow impacted on her bottom she refused to give in. At that moment Thomas knew hate for the first time. Not surprisingly at Mr York who was the man paddling his backside black and blue, but rather at the pretty girl laying next to him who just wouldn't get up. Cracck, smassh, for a moement the blow failed to register with Thomas, then a scream of agony raced through his mind, his lips though just hissed incapable of comprehending the pain. Ooops thought Mr York as he looked at the blow he had just landed. He knew it landed a bit low right between the bum and thighs, painful enough he knew, without the fact that his paddle had also accidentally clipped the swaying balls of the boy. Fortunately only grazing them, assessed Mr York in relief realising that had he damaged the boy in such a way, he would have been the one risking jail, new rules or not. "Stop, stop no more cried Thomas rolling off the desk and curling up in a ball as the pain ebbed and flowed through him. Mr York bit his lip and wandered what to do. He was not an evil man and had not wanted to hurt the child so much. He knew however that he had to make a point with these two or risk ill discipline in the class. He decided that regardless of his misplaced blow he had to carry his discipline through to the bitter end. "Well it seems that we have a winner" he prodded the red and sore bottom of Charlotte with a bony finger, causing a little moan, and then looking down at the boy who was slowly recovering his composure, "...and a loser". "Well Thomas it seems that you will get the chance to practice your oral skills. GET UP, he prodded Thomas, who sniffling slowly and painfully raised himself to his feet. "I'm not an unreasonable man Thomas you may have a couple of minutes to compose yourself" he offered the boy, then a delicious thought crossed his mind, "After all that will give Charlotte here a few minutes to get my penis nice and hard for you boy". Charlotte looked back over her shoulder in horror, "but Sir you said only the loser would you know do that to you..." Her little voice trailed off. "True, but teaching children about helping one another is also an important lesson" he chided the young girl. He walked over to his chair and loosened his belt and allowed his trousers to fall to his knees. A pair of off white boxers quickly followed. Charlotte shuddered, Mr York was a pasty skinned middle aged man. His displayed legs were pale white and bristled with black hairs. His average sized penis lay matted against the thick pubic hair that covered the teachers groin. At a crook of the teachers finger she crept around the desk and knelt before the seated teacher. Her face now inches from the target a slight smell of stale sweat and urine almost causing her to gag. A shuffling sound of feat caused her to turn her head as Thomas now stood as directed next to the seated teacher, who casually fondled the boys sore penis. "Well Charlotte get it nice and hard so that Thomas can finish it off then" Mr York ordered in a strangely breathless voice. Repressing a shudder she leant forward and with just the tip of her tongue licked the uncircumcised tip of the mans penis. Rolling around her tongue around the shaft in a manner that her father had taught her she left a trail of shiny saliva to mark her tongues path. Whilst Charlotte despised Mr York for the way he was treating her, she was proud of her oral talents and was determined to show her skills. Thus, Mr York's hand clipped the back of her head causing her to jerk back in surprise. "Good grief girl have you never given oral sex before?" Mr York asked. "But Daddy says that I am good at it" Charlotte replied a hurt twang to her voice, "and Miss Tomkin's says my oral skills are at a 9th grade level". "Well obviously both your father and Miss Tomkin's are easily pleased. Now I want you to put a bit of effort into it , form a circle of your lips around the shaft and suck deeply, don't nibble the damn thing girl" Mr York ordered as he reinserted his penis and placing his hands on either side of her head began to force his still soft penis into Charlotte's reluctant mouth with a sawing motion. Thomas looked at Mr York with contempt. He knew that despite the teachers pretensions of 'developing' Charlotte's skills, he obviously knew little about the subject. Miss Tomkin's only yesterday gave a tutorial on oral manipulation and rightly stressed the need to slowly lick and fondle a penis during oral sex rather than suck it down like a sausage. Mr York may know a lot about the English language but clearly he is inexperienced is the subject of sex. Thomas stopped, thunderstruck at this thought. He knew more about sex and on how to treat a girl than this old man!!! Thomas hated the new Regime which seemed purposively designed to humiliate him, but was there actually some good to it? Thomas watched the red distressed look on Charlotte's face as the teachers penis finally hardened in her mouth, and began bruising the insides of her cheeks as he thrusted inexpertly. With a casual push of his hands Mr York forced the girl back onto her heals, the teachers erect penis bobbing and slick with saliva, as Charlotte began sucking in big gulps of air. Thomas's new found appreciation for the Regime quickly foundered as he saw the look on Mr York's face as he beckoned Thomas over to replace the kneeling girl in front of him. Kneeling now inches from the red and angry looking penis Thomas came to the conclusion that the fact that he would in due course be able to pleasure his future wife (yuck he thought instinctively), was too small a prize to make up for having to have that horrid thing in his mouth. "Well what are you waiting for Thomas. Remember I want you to perform your duties better than Charlotte managed" at these words Charlotte stared sullenly at her feet. Thomas looked at the penis. It was larger than his cousins he thought, but smaller than his fathers, well thinner certainly. Seeing Mr York raise his hand Thomas quickly bobbed his mouth down over the penis. The smell of the sweaty teachers flesh and the taste of Charlotte's still lingering saliva almost caused him to gag. He thought back to the advice his mother gave him as she made him and his siblings practice blowjobs on plastic dildos in the frontroom "Whenever taking a penis in your mouth remember three things, 1) the penis in your mouth is the most important thing in your life, 2) concentrate your attentions on the head of the penis which holds the most nerve endings, and 3) NO teeth." As he remembered the third point he had the strong desire to bite down hard. Fortunately for Thomas and even more so for Mr York, Thomas bruised and sore bottom vetoed the idea. Determined to end this as soon as possible Thomas sucked hard on the head of Mr York's penis, ensuring that his lips compressed the glans of the teachers exposed penis. Whereas Thomas's eyes were closed in a vain attempt of Thomas's to believe it was the penis of one of his brothers or his fathers, Charlotte's eyes were watching the entire scene. She clinically noted the increased breathing and flushing in the face of Mr York, as Thomas continued his obscene bobbing blowjob. She knew from her Regime lessons with Miss Tomkin's "...remember children you should never be taken by surprise, keeping a close eye on the physical reactions of your partner will enable you to gauge their state of arousal and slow down if you wish to extend their pleasure...". Thomas clearly did not want to extend Mr York's pleasure observed Charlotte as the boy if anything increased his tempo. CRREEAAAAK Charlottes head snapped to her left at the sound of the classroom door being opened wide. The sound of giggling and laughing children entering the room, as her classmates returned to the lesson following the end of break time. Thomas head snapped back in horror as he heard the sounds of his classmates re-entering the classroom. The cock between his lips slipping from his mouth. "Arh,ahh yes" exclaimed Mr York, the slit at the end of his penis flaring wide sending a spurting stream of thick cum straight into the horrified face of Thomas, a second stronger stream arcing up leaving a trail of white cum over Thomas's hair. Finally spent Mr York quickly pulled his shorts and trousers up as the children stared on in amazement at the scene. These children who were as yet unfamiliar with the Regime had never seen such a scene before. The sight of a grown mans penis unfamiliar and to some frightening; the sight of a cum faced boy equally unfamiliar but more hilarious than scary. "Take your seats children" Mr York addressed the gaggle of children as they stared at Thomas and now redressed teacher, "children I have just finished developing Charlotte and Thomas here, for their mistakes earlier in the spelling test". The children looked unsure they knew only a little about the 'Regime' as until now the Regime children had been 'developed' quite separately. They knew know that this Regime was coming, and things were changing. Some of the less foresighted of the children had bullied and teased the Regime children for being nude etc. Even the most obtuse of these bullies were quiet as they watched a trail of slime drip down Thomas cheek and fall to the floor. After all they all knew that soon the Regime would be compulsory for all children. Hayley an elfin child who looked younger than her 12 years as the children now silently filed in and resumed their seats raised her hand. "Yes Hayley" Mr York asked. "Sir, what is that stuff all over Thomas's face?" She enquired. A small giggle broke out amongst some of the more knowledgeable children which was quickly stopped by a stern look from Mr York. "You mean you don't know Hayley?" Mr York asked to which Hayley nodded, "Well why don't we get Thomas here to explain it to you, Thomas come stand in front of the class and answer Hayley's question" Mr York smiled and leant back in his chair as Thomas shuffled to the front of the class his face still bearing mute testimony to his earlier fate. Staring at the young girl and his other classmates Thomas coughed and began "well this stuff on my face is called cum, it comes from a man's..." * * * * Beyond the authors as well if I"m honest, but fortunately I have a dictionary, and neither Thomas or Charlotte had an orifice left to conceal such an item in.