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 Welcome to the world of Little Girl Discipline; a world where adults enjoy
strictly disciplining little girls' bare bottoms (and other places).  I do
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   HALF TERM (M/g, F/g, NC, spanking, ped, oral, anal)

   PART 1

   A school hall; there is hush apart from the scratching of pencils on
paper.  About forty year 2 girls sit in single desk rows studiously work on
their exams.  All aged ten or eleven they have revised hard ready for this
geography paper.  At this rather select school for girls nothing less than
the best is expected.

   Jane looked around her.  There was definitely no one watching.  She
stole another look at Susan's paper.  Some diagram about how a river flows.
Jane half remembered her revision, something to do with erosion.  It was
definitely the question about a river course.  She tried to mimic the
drawing as best she could see.  If only she could just look a bit more and
read some of the words.  If only she had worked harder and not spent so
long looking out of the window!

   She just had to pass this exam.  She was going to be in so much trouble
if she didn't.  Her Mum worked away from home and there was no way she
could afford for someone to look after Jane.  She'd only got into this
school because her Uncle knew the Headmaster.  He wasn't her real Uncle
anyway; just someone who knew her Mum.  She didn't like him anyway.  He was
always ogling her bum and trying to look up her skirt.  Mum was terrible
though.  She always seemed to find an excuse to get Jane stripped down to
her knickers when Uncle was there.  It was awful.  Jane looked at the
clock. She'd just lost half an hour day dreaming.  What was she going to do
if she failed this exam?  Her Mum was going to kill her!

   The Headmaster's office was traditional oak and leather.  She stood in
front of the desk while he sat in his big leather chair.  He'd explained
calmly how they videoed the exams nowadays to detect cheats.  He'd shown
her the pictures of her looking at Susan's paper.  He'd shown her how she
hadn't even copied the right diagram for the question she was answering. 
Then he'd told her she was to be expelled.  No argument, no debate, there
it was, final.  He'd called her Mum and told her.  Then he had left Jane on
the phone with her Mum for a private Mother - Daughter discussion.

   Jane expected her Mum to be furious, but she wasn't, just ice cold and
directive.  As the tears dripped down Jane's face her Mum explained exactly
what Jane was going to have to do to sort things out.  The way her Mum
explained it there seemed no other way.  It all started with Jane having to
write a letter to her Uncle.  Later that afternoon, her eyes sore from the
many tears she had shed, Jane finished her letter.  She read it through one
more time to check it said everything her Mum had told her to put in.



   Jane Bartholomew St.  Angela's Girl School Dorset

   Dear Uncle,

   Please can I beg you to help me?  I have done a very bad thing and
cheated in my Geography exam at school.  I am being expelled and Mummy
cannot look after me because of her job.  I know that I got my scholarship
here because you know Mr.  Jenkins my Headmaster.  Please can you talk to
Mr.  Jenkins so that I am not expelled?  Uncle, I will really love you if
you do this and Mummy has told me how I must pay you.

   Mummy says that because I have done a very bad thing now bad things must
happen to me.  She says that I must pay you for helping by letting you
punish my bare bottom as much as you want for a week.  She says that you
like to look at naked little girls and that you have a cane to really hurt
their bottoms with.  Mummy says that my bottom is nice and round and firm
and that you will really enjoy hurting it.  I will be good when you punish
me.  I will do what you tell me.  I know that I will cry because of the
hurt but I won't make a fuss about doing what I'm told.  I will get
undressed when I'm told to or wear anything you want me to.  I will bend
over any way you want and always push my bottom out while being punished.
Mummy says there are other things you will want me to do like my gym
exercises in the nude or being nice to your friends.  I promise I will do
what I am told to.

   Mummy has told me that when you punish my bottom your willy will get
very hard.  Part of my punishment will be for you to use my body to make
your hard willy feel nice.  Mummy has said that you will want to put you
willy in my mouth, in my front bottom hole and in my back bottom hole.  I
know that this will hurt me but I promise to be good whenever you want to
do this.  I will open my mouth, open my legs or even pull apart my bottom
cheeks if you want.  I promise to be good and do what I'm told when you
want to punish me in this way.

   Uncle, if only you can find it in your heart to help me then I will
really love you.  I promise that when I come to visit you I will be the
best behaved and most obedient little girl all through all the punishments
that you will want to give me.

   Love and kisses, Jane Age 11



   Tears still tricking down he face Jane went to post her letter.  She'd
had the cane from Mummy at home since she was nine years old.  Every time
she got it she couldn't believe how much it hurt.  However brave she
promised herself she was going to be Mum only had to whip the cane across
her bum a few times and she was howling and pleading for mercy.  And then
there were the horrible dirty things her Uncle was going to do to her and
make her do.  More tears trickled down her cheeks.

   Uncle's reply arrived a day later.



   Uncle John The Grange

   Dear Jane,

   Thank you for your letter.  I believe that if you can demonstrate to me
a true willingness to show obedience then I can persuade your Headmaster to
keep you.  Your letter explains very well what I will want to do.  Please
don't disappoint me.

   I will meet you at Littlehampton station at 2.30 on Saturday.

   Love, Uncle John.



   The next day Jane got a package from her Mum.  When she opened it she
found her old school pinafore.  It was far too small for her.  The hem
barely came below her crotch.  There was a note pinned to the pinafore. 
"Wear this.  Don't wear any knickers."

   Saturday came all too quickly.  Jane sat on the train in her tiny school
pinafore.  She constantly pulled the hem down.  She had worn knickers and
her plan was to take them off just before her Uncle's station.  Even so she
continually blushed as her knickers were permanently on show.  There was
one man across the passage way from her who couldn't stop looking up her
pinafore.  As she neared the station Jane went to the toilet and took her
knickers off, stuffing them into her pocket.  She felt so exposed.  She
daren't go back and sit down so she stood next to the door with her
suitcase until the train came to a halt.  As she got out of the train a
rush of wind caught the bottom of her pinafore and flashed her nakedness to
the world.  Blushing madly and close to tears Jane walked to the barrier.
She felt sick with fear.  She knew that before long she would be squealing
in pain as her Uncle hurt her poor little bottom again and again.

   As she reached the barriers she saw him.  He was in his fifties, short,
grey hair, balding, with a paunch.  He was shaved, dressed smartly in
tweeds and looked wealthy.  He saw Jane.

   "Ah, hello my dear, you look yummy!"

   Jane couldn't believe it.  How could he say that in front of everybody!
He took her case and led the way to a large new Jaguar.

   "In the front, Jane" he said indicating the passenger door.

   Jane got in and desperately tried to pull the hem of her pinafore down.
Oh God!  It was so short she just couldn't get it down.  He was going to
see everything!  He got in next to her and looked over.

   "Oh, don't worry about covering that up my dear.  When we get home I
shall want you quite naked.  Yes, quite naked indeed."

   They roared off from the station and travelled through town.  Before
long they were out in the countryside.  Uncle John turned and spoke to her.


   "You know, Jane, I am very disappointed that you cheated at school.  I'm
going to have to punish your little bottom very hard this week to teach you
a lesson.  If my willy gets hard because I'm hurting your bottom and I need
to do things to you to make it feel nice then you've only yourself to
blame."

   The tears trickled down Jane's face.

   "Oh please Uncle, I'm sorry!  I'm really sorry!" she sniffed.

   "Of course you are, my dear." he said.  "And over the next week I shall
teach you how to be properly sorry.  Right now I want you to put your hands
on your head and spread your legs wide apart.  I'm going to test you to
make sure you're not even more naughty than I think you are."

   "Boo hoo!  Yes Uncle." sobbed Jane as she did as she was told.

   "Jane, there's some Vaseline in the glove compartment.  Please give it
to me."

   Jane complied.  Deftly Uncle opened the pot and scooped a blob with the
tips of his left fingers.  Jane felt like she was at the dentists.  She
knew what was going to happen, she didn't want it to happen but she felt
unable to stop it.  She watched the hand as it went between her legs and
the fingers curled up.

   Uncle's fingers were slippery and clever.  They stroked and probed
expertly.  Jane felt the tingly feelings start.  Those secret ones she gave
herself every night when she though no one else in the dorm could hear. 
The fingers carried on and the tingles became an ache, a strong hot
pleasure ache, right between her legs.  Whatever her own fingers had done
it was nothing like having someone else do it.

   "You seem to be enjoying this, my dear!" Uncle whispered.  "I do hope
not.  That would be very naughty indeed.  You will most certainly be
punished if you are."

   "Ooooo Uncle, I'm not enjoying it.  Honest!" she lied.

   The fingers kept on moving, starting to stroke and flick against Jane's
clit.  It felt like tiny electric shocks of pleasure right in her front
hole.  She couldn't help it and started to squirm and press against the
fingers.

   "You naughty, dirty girl!" Uncle chided.  "I shall spank your bottom
with the hairbrush for this."

   The fingers kept working, quicker and more rhythmically now.  Jane was
panting and thrusting her hole into her Uncle's hand.  The feeling kept
getting stronger and harder until the moment came.  Jane shuddered as waves
of pleasure pulsed through her front hole.  Then, as she came to her
senses, Jane started to sob with humiliation.  Uncle smiled at her.

   "Wait until I get you home, my dear.  I'm going to cane your bottom so
hard for that performance."

   The car crunched down the gravel drive until it stopped outside an old
manor house.  The house was well shielded by trees and entirely private. 
There would be no intrusion while Uncle carried out his disciplinary
programme.  Uncle bounded out of the car and pulled Jane's suitcase from
the boot.  He led the way into the house.  Miserably, on shaky legs, Jane
followed him.  He led the way to the lounge, turned the lights on, ushered
Jane in and closed the door behind them.

   Uncle sat down on the sofa.

   "Jane, get those clothes off and bend over my knee.  I'm going to start
by giving you a good hard spanking."

   Jane slowly lifted the pinafore off, undid her pink gingham blouse, took
it off and then slipped her white knee socks off one by one.  She was quite
naked.  Her face blushed bright red as she walked over to Uncle and climbed
over his knees.  She could see that Uncle's willy was already hard and
pushing his trousers up like a tent.  As she lowered herself down she could
feel the tweed cloth prickly under her tummy and thighs.  It seemed like an
age while Uncle played with her bottom, feeling it all over and spreading
it apart.  He examined every private part of her body while Jane sobbed
quietly with shame.  Then, without warning, he started to spank her.

   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

   He spanked so hard her bottom was on fire.  She wailed miserably.

   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

   "Waaaaaaa!  Waaaaaaa!  Uncle stop!  Please stop!"

   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

   "Waaaaaaa!  Boo Hoo!  My bottom!  It hurts!  It hurts!"

   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

   "Stop it!  Stop it!  Please!"

   But Jane's Uncle had no intention of stopping.  Jane was possessed of
one of the cutest, most spankable little bottoms he had ever come across.

   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

   "Yeeeeow!  Waaaaa!  Uncle!  Please!"

   Her bottom was blazing red under her Uncle's delighted gaze.  Her holes
flashed and winked at him as she wriggled energetically across his lap. 
Uncle kept on spanking, driving home the message that this was going to
hurt her little bottom as much and as long as he liked.  Jane was spanked
hard for ten minutes before her Uncle let her get up.  Howling, she jumped
around the room, grabbing at her punished cheeks, dancing from foot to
foot. She didn't care how silly she looked; all she could think about was
trying to rub some of the dreadful hurt from her poor little bottom.

   After some minutes of furious bottom rubbing Jane's wailing subsided to
hiccupping sobs.  She wiped her blurry eyes with her knuckles and turned to
her Uncle.  It was a terrible sight.  Uncle had taken his trousers and
pants off.  His willy stuck up in the air, hard and straight.  It looked
really long and thin.  The very end of it was a bright red purple knob that
was dripping clear sticky fluid.  Uncle was holding the biggest cane she
had seen in her life.  It was twice the size of the cane her Mum used. 
Jane felt her knees go weak.  Which would be worse?  Uncle hitting her
bottom with the cane or Uncle hurting her with his willy?

   Uncle smiled at her.

   "Well Jane, you see how hard spanking your bottom has made my willy?  I
think it's going to get harder still when I cane you.  Now, I want you to
stand in the middle of the rug and touch your toes.  We'll see how your
bottom gets on with ten hard smacks from the cane."

   Jane was desperate to obey her Uncle.  She really wanted to show what a
good girl she could be.  Sniffing back her tears she went to the centre of
the rug.  She was good at gymnastics and quickly bent double with her
fingers touching her feet.  Her bottom was all exposed and stuck up at her
Uncle.  But Jane guessed that was what her Uncle liked and she needed to
please him.  She could almost feel him staring at her bum and private bits.
Getting himself even more excited and that big willy of his even harder. 
Jane felt the cane being pressed across her bottom.

   "Are you ready, my dear?" her Uncle asked.

   "Ooooh Uncle, not hard!  Please!  Your cane's so much bigger than
Mum's." she whined.

   "Ah now!  We'll have to see if it hurts more." he answered.

   THWICK!

   Jane felt the cane land and for a moment her bottom went numb.  Then she
felt it.

   "EEEEEEEEE!  YAAAAAAH!" she squealed.

   It was like being stung by a million wasps all at the same time on her
bottom.  She jumped up grabbing her scalded bum cheeks and danced around.
Uncle watched, delighted at the little girl displaying how much the cane
had hurt her bottom.

   "Back in position." he instructed.

   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  It stings, Uncle.  It really stings!" she wailed
rubbing her bottom furiously.

   But as instructed, she bent right back over and stuck up her bottom for
more cane.

   THWICK!

   "NAAAAAAH!  YOWWWWWW!"

   Again she danced around in pain, her hands trying desperately to rub the
sting out.

   "Please Uncle!  Please!  Not hard!  I'm sorry I was naughty!  I'll be
good for you!  I promise!"

   Uncle pointed at the mat and again little Jane bent over and stuck her
bottom up.

   THWICK!

   "AHHHHH!  AHHHHH!  No more!  Please!  Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  Hurt me with
your willy.  No more cane!  Please!"

   THWICK!

   "EEEEEEEEEE!  IT'S TOO HARD!  STOP!"

   THWICK!

   "WAAAAAAAAH!  BOO HOO!  UNCLE STOP!  Put your willy where it hurts me!
I'll do anything!  No more cane!"

   THWICK!

   "YAAAAAAAH!  STOP!  I beg you!  Punish me with your willy!  Please!"

   Uncle didn't stop with his promised ten strokes.  This was far too much
fun.  His cock pulsed and dripped pre-cum as he watched the howling little
girl cavorting about with her swollen caned red bottom.  The ten soon
became a dozen, then a bakers dozen, then another for luck, then another
three.

   Sobbing and wailing, tears falling from her eyes, her hands clutching
big bunches of her bum Jane looked up at her Uncle.

   "Please Uncle, I'm really sorry.  I'm sorry that I cheated and I'm sorry
that I was a dirty girl when you put your finger in me.  You can hurt my
bottom as much as you like tomorrow.  You can hurt it really badly so I cry
and scream for you again, but no more today.  Please!  It hurts so much! 
Use me to make you willy feel nice instead.  Please Uncle!  I'll be good
and do what you say!  You can put it in my bottom hole.  Mummy says you
like that best!  Please Uncle!  No more cane today!  Willy instead! 
Please!"

   Uncle relented.  His cock was so hard it would burst if he didn't put it
into a nice little tight hole soon.  And the thought of Jane's willingly
offered tight little anus filled him with lust.

   "Very well Jane, if you insist.  We shall go to my bedroom and I will
put my willy in your bottom hole for you." he smiled.

   Upstairs Uncle made Jane lie on her side on the bed whilst he lay down
behind her.  Jane felt cream being rubbed into her bottom.  Suddenly she
realised that it wasn't being rubbed in by Uncle's hands but by the end of
his big willy.  She felt the hard knob end slip between her bottom cheeks
and rest against her bottom hole.  Then he started to push hard.  Jane bit
her lip

   "Oooooooh Uncle!  It's too big.  It won't fit." she gasped.

   Uncle grasped her shoulders and pushed up harder.

   "Ahhhhh!  Uncle!  Stop!  It's too big!  It's too big!" she wailed.

   Her tiny sphincter gave way and he was in, pushing the long hard willy
right up into her tight soft rectum.

   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  Please Uncle!  Take it out!  Please!  It's hurting
me!  Boo hoo!"

   Jane's crying was music to Uncle's ears as he pushed his cock in and
out.

   "Gosh Jane, you don't know how lovely this feels." he panted, "My willy
up your bottom hole whilst looking at that nice caned bottom of yours.  I
think I shall do this every day before you go to bed.  Stay still now, my
willy's going to squirt its stuff out."

   Uncle gasped and shuddered.  After a while he pulled his willy out.

   Uncle reached into the drawer of his bedside cabinet.  He took out a
biggest wooden hairbrush Jane had ever seen.

   "Back here first thing in the morning with this, my dear." he said,
dismissing her.

   Jane cried herself to sleep.  The pain in her bottom cheeks and the dull
ache up her bottom hole were constant reminders of the awful humiliation
and promise of the nasty days to come.

   The alarm woke her from a fitful sleep.  Tears started to leak from her
eyes as she looked at that horrible big hairbrush waiting for her.  A few
minutes later she stood outside Uncle's bedroom door.  She knew how cute
and exciting she would look to him in her little PJs.  Mummy had chosen
them.  They were already several sizes too small and made of thin
see-through powder pink nylon.  The way they stretched over her had the
effect of emphasising her big nude bum and forming little breasts.  She
hated them.  She knew that they would only make Uncle want to hurt her even
more.  Sobbing miserably she knocked on the door and went in.

   Uncle was sitting up in bed.

   "Ah Jane!  Good morning young lady.  You do look lovely.  Come and bring
me that hairbrush."

   Sniffing back the tears Jane went and handed the hairbrush to Uncle.

   "Hands on head, Jane." he said.

   She stood there whilst he played with her budding breasts and then put
his hand down the front of her pyjama bottoms.  His fingers pushed and
probed.  It was so humiliating!

   "Up on to the bed on your knees." he said patting the bedcover.

   Jane climbed up.  Uncle positioned her so that she was between his legs
facing away from him and bent over with her face on the bed.  Her bum was
sticking right up in his face.  Then he pulled her pyjama bottoms down.

   "Always on the bare Jane." he said.

   Jane began to cry hard.  She just knew that that big hairbrush was
really going to hurt her.

   CRACK!

   "Yeoooow!"

   CRACK!

   "Waaaaah"

   CRACK!

   "AHHHH!  IT HURTS!"

   CRACK!

   "EEEEEEE!  UNCLE!"

   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!

   "OWWWW!  STOP!  STOP!"

   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!

   "YEEEEEE!  It hurts!  My bum!  It hurts!  No more hairbrush!  Please!"

   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!

   "AHHHHHH!  Uncle stop!  Let me please your willy!  I'll do anything."

   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!

   Uncle watched the wriggling little bum turn a dark red as he
relentlessly spanked with the hairbrush.  He loved to watch the squealing
little girl feverishly rubbing her bum cheeks, spreading open her holes to
him in a frenzied sex show.  He spanked Jane's little bare bum good and
hard.  Many spanks later the wailing girl lifted her head off the covers
and looked back at him with her tear stained face.

   "Please Uncle stop!" she hiccupped.  "I'll be good for you!  I'll make
your willy feel nice again!  Just like last night!  Just stop and I'll do
what you want!  Please Uncle!  Please!"

   Uncle pulled back the covers revealing his big hard angry cock.

   "This time in your mouth, Jane." he said.  "Turn round and face me."

   Jane did as she was told.  The big angry thing was sticking right into
her face.

   "Open your mouth Jane." he told her.

   Jane opened her mouth wide and he stuck his willy right in.  Jane could
hardly breath, it felt so big.  She could hear Uncle groaning with pleasure
and he pushed his willy right to the back of her throat.  Jane coughed and
spluttered as the big knob end hit home.  Uncle seemed to enjoy it even
more and pushed it in and out of her mouth using her hair to hold her head
still.  Uncle listened to the sexy sounds his cock made in the young girls
mouth.

   "Glurck!  Gak!  Gak!  Urp!  Cack!  Urp!"

   He felt the tingling in his balls and pushed even further into her
mouth, gasping as he shot his load.  Jane swallowed the stuff desperately.
She couldn't believe it!  His willy had squirted nasty stuff in her mouth.
She coughed and spat, shaking with shame and humiliation as he took his
willy out of her mouth.  Uncle smiled; Jane was starting to learn just how
much it was going to hurt to pay for her mistakes.



   PART 2

   By Tuesday evening Jane's bottom had been spanked, caned, paddled and
strapped repeatedly by her Uncle.  His willy had pleasured itself in her
mouth, pussy and bottom hole.  Her Uncle never seemed to tire of making her
bottom hurt whilst she squealed and cried her eyes out.  Right now he was
on the phone and she could overhear some of the conversation.

   "Yes, just as we discussed it.  All day.  What about the night?  OK. 
Just for the day then.  Yes, I know how well trained she is.  Yes, I'm sure
I won't be disappointed.  And neither will you!  OK.  Tomorrow then."

   Uncle strode back into the room.  He looked very pleased with himself.

   "Well Jane, you can go to bed now.  I want your bottom to look its best
tomorrow.  You're going to spend the day with an old friend of mine, Miss
Johnson.  She's very experienced at dealing with girls like you." he said.

   Jane ran upstairs.  She was half elated at not being caned that night
but a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach told her that tomorrow
might be a different story.

   In the morning Uncle had Jane dress in her little school pinafore.  As
before Jane felt totally exposed.  He was very eager to be off and they
were soon in the car driving on the country roads.  Within a few miles they
rounded on a large isolated cottage, well set back from the road.  Uncle
drove the car up to the house.  A woman appeared at the door.  She looked
to be aged in her late twenties, tall and thin, with a pinched face and her
brown hair done up in a bun.  She was dressed smartly but conservatively
with a white blouse and long tight skirt.  She wore small steel glasses. 
She didn't smile.  Jane thought she looked scary.  Then, next to her, a
girl appeared.  She was a small blond with her hair tied in bunches.  She
was carrying a small holdall in front of her with both hands.  The reason
for this was clear; she had no clothing on her lower body apart from some
very small knickers that seemed to show off more than they covered. 
Otherwise she wore a smart school uniform blouse, tie and V necked blue
jumper.  On her feet she had white knee socks and black school sandals.

   The adults moved to one side to talk and Jane found herself standing
next to the girl.  The girl clasped Jane's hand and turned to whisper to
her.

   "I'm Alice.  You've only got her for a day.  I have to live here."

   "Alice!" the woman called.

   The voice sent shivers down Jane's spine.  It was like a bitter wind
blowing in from the Arctic.  Alice jumped to her Aunt's side.

   "Be good, dear." the woman said.

   The voice carried the unspoken promise that bad things would happen if
Alice wasn't.  Her Uncle and Alice disappeared to the car.

   "Come with me, Jane." the woman said as she led the way inside.

   Inside the woman shut the door behind her and stopped in the hall where
she spoke to Jane.

   "Now, my dear, let me tell you a little about myself so that we both
have a common understanding.  My name is Miss Johnson, but you will call me
`Miss'.  I am a woman of independent means and to keep myself occupied I
take care of girls.  Only one girl at a time, mind.  I take care of girls
that no one else wants to look after.  Girls that the system has given up
on and, frankly, doesn't care what happens to.  I look after them.  They
don't go out; I home school them here.  I look after their every need. 
Including, as and when they require it Jane, their disciplinary needs.  I
think we understand each other, don't we Jane?"

   "Yes Miss." was the only answer that Jane could think of.

   Marion Johnson congratulated herself on another stern speech.  Little
Jane looked suitably scared.  What Marion didn't tell Jane was that as she
delivered her speech her pussy was throbbing with the thought of how Jane
would react to severe punishment.  Girls new to punishment, like Jane, had
such sensitive little bottoms.  Even ten with the cane had them wailing
their little heads off.  But all in good time.  First, Jane had to get
herself into a whole heap of trouble.  Marion knew lots of ways to help
that happen.

   "Jane, follow me upstairs." Miss Johnson said.

   "Yes Miss." Jane dutifully replied.

   Miss Johnson showed Jane the way to a small room at the end of the
upstairs corridor.  She took a key out of a small belt purse, unlocked the
door and ushered Jane in.  The room had been set up as a schoolroom.  There
was a lino floor, white walls, a child's desk and chair in the centre of
the room, a larger teacher's desk and chair at one end, a blackboard,
various cupboards and a doorway off to a toilet.  There were windows but
the glass was frosted.  The room was bright and clean but felt cold and
clinical.

   "Sit there please Jane." said Miss Johnson indicating the child's desk.

   Jane did as she was told while Miss Johnson collected various papers off
her desk.  She put the papers and a pencil on Jane's desk.

   "You have half an hour to finish this Jane.  I will leave and you will
be locked in.  If you need to use the toilet please feel free." Miss
Johnson said.

   Then, as she left the room she turned back to Jane.

   "I suggest you do your very best, Jane.  You'll find that I am very
strict with little girls who don't try hard."

   The door closed and Jane heard the key grating in the lock.

   Jane looked at the paper.  None of it made any sense.  She'd not really
paid that much attention in maths or any of her subjects for that matter.
She wished that she had now.  It was those last words that Miss Johnson had
said as she left the room that haunted Jane.  `Very strict with little
girls'; Jane bet that meant her bum being hurt.  If Miss Johnson was a
friend of Uncle then that was very likely.  A tear formed in the corner of
one eye and trickled down her cheek.  It was joined by another sliding down
the other cheek.  Soon there was a constant flow as Jane's mind worried
about just how strict Miss Johnson was going to be with her bottom.

   Jane pushed her chair back.  There had to be a way out!  Maybe she could
get through one of the windows.  Maybe there was a key hidden somewhere. 
Jane checked the windows.  There were powerful window locks in place. 
There had to be a key or something.  Jane tried the cupboards but they were
all locked.  She tried the drawers on the teacher's desk; they were locked
too.  Then on the teacher's desk she saw something that made her heart jump
for joy; the answer sheet.  She could see the answer to every question in
her maths test.  Then, for a moment, Jane hesitated.  Hadn't it been
copying something in an exam that got her into this mess in the first
place? Jane shook her head; the comfort of her bottom was at stake here and
what did all those adult idiots know about the right thing to do.  She took
the answer paper off the desk and sat down with it.  This time she was
going to be more careful.  She would copy most of the answers and then
dream a few up so it looked genuine.  She could easily hear when Miss
Johnson was coming up the stairs.

   When the half hour was up Jane sat quietly confident with the answer
sheet back on Miss Johnson's desk in exactly the same position it had been
in.  Jane heard Miss Johnson come up the stairs, the footsteps walk down
the corridor and the key grate in the lock.  Miss Johnson entered.  She
took the paper off Jane.

   "I shall mark this now, Jane." she said.

   Jane watched as Miss Johnson compared her paper to the answer sheet and
made some notes.  Miss Johnson looked up at her.

   "Jane, I'm very very disappointed that you cheated.  Your Uncle told me
what happened at school and I would have though that you might have learnt
your lesson.  But apparently not!  What have you got to say for yourself?"
she asked.

   Jane was stunned.  How could she know?  Before Jane had time to thinks
properly her mouth took over.

   "Please Miss, I didn't cheat." she lied.

   As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them.  A thin small
smile appeared on Miss Johnson's face.  It wasn't a nice smile.

   "So, a cheat and a liar." Miss Johnson said.

   She held up the answer sheet.

   "You see Jane, these aren't the answers to the questions I set you. 
While I notice you didn't copy them all, I think that's got less to do with
your inability to copy and more to with an attempt by you to deceive me. 
So, I shall add `deception' to your little list of misdemeanours.  So, what
do you think now?"

   The tears sprang to Jane's eyes and she bowed her head in defeat.

   "Sorry Miss." Jane said.

   "Actually Jane, it's quite funny!" Miss Johnson said with a big smile.

   It was the kind of smile that a cat has when it plays with the mouse it
has caught just before the ultimate despatch.

   "The numbers I wrote here are a code.  It's a very simple code.  Each
number represents the position of the letter in the alphabet.  Have a look.
I've written the letters out for you."

   Miss Johnson held up the paper for Jane to see.  It was obvious now. 
Written down the paper in large block capitals was the word `THRASHING'. 
The pit of Jane's tummy sank about a hundred miles as she read it.

   "Yes Jane," said Miss Johnson, "`thrashing', and that's just what you're
going to get now."

   Marion was elated.  The girl had got herself into in big trouble and
that justified Marion delivering the most severe punishment.  And it would
be very severe indeed.  Marion got up and walked over to a large wall
cabinet.  God, she was wet.  She could feel her buttocks slipping together
as she walked, and it felt good.  But no where near as good as it was going
to feel when she had that brat crying and squealing and a cringing weal
streaked red bottom poking up at her.  She selected the appropriate key
from her purse and unlocked the cupboard.  Before she opened it she turned
and spoke to Jane.

   "Jane, you have cheated, lied and deceived.  I am going to punish you
very severely.  My punishments are not for fun, they are meant to hurt. 
And hurt you I will.  You may hate me now but believe me, one day you will
thank me."

   She opened both cupboard doors dramatically.

   Jane had been watching with big eyes.  As the cupboard doors opened
Jane's mind reeled.  It was crammed full of punishment things.  There were
so many!  All the things were carefully stored and categorised.  Jane could
see a section for leather straps, more paddles than she could count, canes
of different lengths and thicknesses, switches both single and tied in
bunches, three or four hairbrushes and just tons of other horrible nasty
things.  And Miss Johnson was going to use them.  She was going to use them
on Jane's own poor shaking cowardly bottom and it was going to hurt, really
hurt.  Jane had no doubt of that.  And it was all her own fault.  Nobody
asked her to cheat or lie.  Oh God!  Her bum was really for it now.  She
let go and started to cry big heartfelt sobs.  She was so scared of what
Miss Johnson was going to do to her.

   Marion was delighted with the effect that the opening of her cupboard
had on Jane.  Now, she just had to decide which implement to start with. 
Something simple perhaps, just to whet the appetite?  A plain paddle,
maybe? She took out a small light wooden paddle.  Nowadays it took
something several grades heavier than this to get the desired response from
Alice.  But this should be perfect for a beginner like Jane.

   Jane watched as Miss Johnson took the paddle out of the cupboard.  Jane
didn't like the paddle but at least it wasn't the cane.  At least not for
now!  Miss Johnson took her chair and put it in the middle of the space
behind Jane's desk.  She then took Jane's chair and put it to one side of
hers.  She sat in her chair and addressed Jane.

   "Take your knickers and your dress off please."

   "Boo Hoo!  Yes Miss." blubbered Jane.

   Desperate to comply Jane's hands fumbled with her pinafore buttons and
when she had got them undone she lifted the pinafore off.  Then she pulled
her knickers down.  She stood there in just her white knee socks whilst
Miss Johnson drank in the view.

   "Jane, come here." said Miss Johnson pointing at a spot on the floor
next to her.

   Jane's legs felt like jelly but shaking and crying she went to receive
her punishment.  Miss Johnson crossed her legs.

   "Jane, I want you to get across my knee and rest your body on the seat
of your chair.  Then I want you to reach back with your hands so that I can
hold them out of the way."

   Jane did as she was told.  The first thing she noticed was that lying
over Miss Johnson's crossed legs meant that her bum was cocked right up
under Miss Johnson's nose.  The second thing was that both her hands were
being held in a vice like grip by just one of Miss Johnson's hands.  With a
sickening feeling Jane knew just what the other hand was going to do.  She
felt so vulnerable with her bottom all exposed and stuck up like that and
knowing that any moment the spanking would start.

   Marion's whole body tingled as she looked at the trembling little bum
pushed up so indecently.  In just one moment she would begin her work to
teach this little brat a lesson.  She just wanted to savour this moment for
a few more seconds.

   CRACK!

   The noise was like a pistol shot.  Marion never spanked with anything
less that full force.

   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!

   The spanks were slow, hard and deliberate.  Jane was soon bawling her
head off.  It was music to Marion's ears.  That little bottom was dancing
over her knee now, trying to move anywhere that the paddle wasn't.  But the
paddle was everywhere.

   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!

   Really hard smacks!  That was the way to teach these brats.  Good and
hard!  Jane's wails and squeals seemed to go to the core of Marion's pussy.


   CRACK!

   Throb went her pussy.

   CRACK!

   Throb.

   CRACK!

   Throb.

   CRACK!

   Throb.  Oh, she was going to have such a nice climax soon.

   "Jane, you're getting what you deserve you know.  This will teach you a
lesson not to be bad." Marion scolded.

   That little bottom was reddening so nicely and its little owner howled
so prettily.  Marion checked the clock.  She'd been spanking for just over
a minute.  She decided that it would be at least another four to go before
she finished.  She needed that feeling in her pussy to last for longer and
also she wanted Jane to be very compliant for the next stage.  After
another three minutes spanking Jane had started to become hoarse with the
howling and Marion's pussy had reached the point of no return.  The
orgasmic spasms began.  Marion's body went stiff, her eyes went wide and
she began to pant.  It seemed to go on for ever.  When she came down she
looked at the clock.  There were still thirty seconds to go.  Time for some
more, Marion reasoned.

   "We're not finished yet, my girl." she said.  "There's plenty more to
come.  This is what being so naughty earns you."

   She began to spank again.

   After the five minutes finished Marion released Jane from her grasp and
started to guide her up.  As Jane realised it was over her hands flew to
her bottom and she clambered off Marion's knee and began an agonised bottom
rubbing war dance.  Marion watched with amused detachment.  She'd seen
plenty of these in her time.  But each little girl had her own special way
of trying to stem the terrible hurt in their punished bottoms.  Jane seemed
to stand with legs apart, bum thrust out and to grab and squeeze big
handfuls of her injured bottom cheeks, all the time jumping from one foot
to the other.  Marion smiled that thin little smile of hers.  It was quite
amusing really and sweet too.

   Marion positioned Jane with her nose in the corner and let her cry
herself quiet.  She didn't bother to stop Jane rubbing her bottom.  That
would require more advanced control than Jane had got.  After about fifteen
minutes there was just the occasional sniff and sob from Jane and the sight
of a crying red bottomed little girl stood in the corner had made Marion's
pussy start to ache again.

   "Well Jane," Miss Johnson said, "that paddle was for trying to deceive
me.  For your cheating and lying I'm afraid I'm going to have to be much
more severe."

   Jane couldn't believe it.  More severe!  That paddling was the worst
she'd ever had.  Her bottom just couldn't take any more.

   "Please Miss, I'm sorry!  I'm really sorry!  I'll be good!  I promise!
Please don't hurt me any more!  Please!" Jane sobbed.

   "Oh Jane, the paddle was just a starter.  I've hardly even begun to hurt
you.  Come to the toilet with me please."

   A shaking Jane followed Miss Johnson through the door that led to the
toilet.

   "Jane," Miss Johnson asked, "do you know what an enema is?"

   "No Miss." Jane answered truthfully.

   Miss Johnson smiled that thin smile again.

   "Well Jane, an enema is a way to punish a naughty little girl inside her
bottom.  I'm going to put a tube up your bottom hole and then put some warm
water up there, quite a lot of warm water.  Then I shall put something in
your bottom hole to stop the water coming out." she said.

   Jane just couldn't stop herself asking, "Please Miss.  Will it hurt!"

   Miss Johnson's smile widened.

   "Yes Jane, I'm afraid it will rather."

   Miss Johnson used one of her keys to open the bathroom cupboard and
started taking things out while Jane snivelled noisily.



   "Jane, get on your hands and knees and stick your bottom out please."
Miss Johnson ordered.

   Jane did as she was told to.  She felt the cool thin pipe being threaded
up her bottom hole and then the warm feeling of the water flowing in.  At
first it didn't seem too bad but then her guts started to cramp.

   "Please Miss, it's hurting me!" she whined.

   "Jane, this is a punishment.  It's meant to hurt!" Miss Johnson
admonished.

   The water kept flowing and it kept hurting more.

   "Oooooh Miss!  Stop please!  That's enough!  It hurts!" Jane cried.

   "Be quiet Jane.  I will decide when it's enough." Miss Johnson said.

   Marion's pussy tingled and she knew it would be wetting plenty again. 
Just the sight of it; that naughty little girl, her bright red bum stuck up
in the air and the enema tube up her butt.  She took an inflatable butt
plug out of the cupboard.  It was a small inflatable cylinder with a pipe
attached and a pump attached to the pipe.  Once the plug was inserted all
that protruded was the thin pipe.  Nothing to get in the way of the severe
switching she was going to give Jane.  She checked the enema bag and found
it was empty.  She lubricated the plug well and deftly removed the pipe and
inserted the plug.  Then she began to pump the plug up.

   "Miss!  Miss!  Stop it please!  It's too big!  Take it out, please!  I
want to go to the toilet." Jane wailed.

   "Jane, come with me to the schoolroom." Marion said and led Jane back.

   Jane sobbed miserably.  The enema was really hurting her and it was so
humiliating having someone she didn't even know sticking stuff up her bum
like that.  More than anything though, she was scared.  Miss Johnson was
going to hurt her severely.  Which of her horrible things was she going to
choose?  She watched in mounting terror as Miss Johnson went to the
cupboard, reached inside and brought out a thin four foot long switch.  It
was almost straight but had some natural bends and all down its length were
nasty looking little buds that were going to sting like anything.

   "Alice cut this yesterday." Miss Johnson said.  "Me and her get through
quite a few a week.  I think you'll find it's very effective."

   Miss Johnson put the switch down on her desk.  Then she reached back
into the cupboard and pulled out some leather handcuffs.

   "Jane, I don't want you interfering while I switch you.  So what I'm
going to do is put your hands in these so I can fasten them out of the way.
When your punishment is finished I shall take these off and let you go to
the toilet.  Hold your hands out please."

   Jane held out her hands.  Anything to get the punishment over and be
allowed to use the toilet; the griping cramps were bad now.  Miss Johnson
put the wrist straps on her.

   "Lie lengthways over your desk with your hands in front please." Miss
Johnson said.

   Jane bent over the short side of the desk and lay along its length. 
There was a ring clip attached to the centre of the chain holding the wrist
straps together.  Miss Johnson attached it to a bracket on the far side of
the desk.  Jane tried to pull her hands but nothing moved.  With horror she
realised that the desk must be fastened to the floor.  Oh God!  She was
going to get it.  She was going to get it like she had never got it before.
It was going to be the worst hurt ever!  She saw that Miss Johnson was
holding the switch in her hands now and moving behind her.  Oh no!  Please
no!  That thing up her bum holding the enema back, the pain in her guts and
now her bottom was going to be whipped.  Jane started to wail great
chocking sobs.

   Marion observed the prostrate little bum in front of her.  The sobs were
making her pussy throb angrily.  Even Alice still squealed nicely when she
got the switch.  Whipping Jane was going to be delicious.  She stood back
and lined up the switch.

   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!

   The screams and pleas filled the room.

   "WAAAAAAH!  NOOO!  STOP!  I'M SORRYEEEE!  YAAAAAAAAH!  IT'S CUTTING ME!
AHHHHHHH!  STOP!"

   Marion had no intention of stopping.  Her pussy felt so good.  She was
going to continue until this naughty little girl had learnt a proper
lesson.

   "This is what you get for lying and cheating, Jane.  This is your fault.
Nobody else's.  A good switching on the bare.  Hard, like you deserve."

   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!

   "YAAAAAAAH!  I'M SORRY!  I'M SORRYEEEE!  STOP!  AHHHHHHH!"

   Marion's pussy had developed a life of its own.  She could feel it
opening and closing in pre-orgasmic convulsions.  She kept whipping away
with the switch.  Jane's bum was dark red and crisscrossed with raised red
welts.  Jane's legs were kicking widely in all directions.  All the time
Jane was squealing and screaming, begging and promising.  Marion could feel
it now, deep in the back of her vagina.  She was going to climax and it was
going to be a big one.

   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!

   "AHHHHHHHHH!  NOOO!  PLEEEEEASE!"

   When it came it was so hard, so powerful, that it took her breath away.
Her legs felt like jelly.  She didn't know how many strokes she had given
Jane but it looked like it was enough.

   Marion detached the cuffs from the bracket and firmly led the dancing
girl to the toilet.  She pushed her bottom down onto the seat and released
the air from the butt plug.  The wailing Jane expelled and Marion instantly
flushed the toilet.  She threw the butt plug into a waiting bucket of
disinfectant and swiftly cleaned Jane with wipes.  Only then did she
release Jane from the cuffs and stand back to watch the hot bottomed girl
do a dance that only a really severe switching can produce.  Marion gave
Jane plenty of time to rub the sting from her bottom and calm down.  Marion
was in no hurry; she wanted Jane to be ready for what came next.

   "Get back down on your hands and knees and stick that bottom out
please." Miss Johnson commanded.

   "Boo hoo!  Please Miss!  Don't enema me again, Miss." Jane sobbed.  "I
don't want anymore enema.  Please!  I promise to be good."

   "I'll decide what's good for you!" Miss Johnson said sharply.  "And as
it happens this isn't an enema.  But what I do have here is also very
effective at punishing naughty little girls' bottom holes."

   Miss Johnson held up a black rubber butt plug.  It was a typical cone
shape, about five inches long and two inches wide at the base.  Protruding
from the surface were dozens of quarter inch high, quarter inch wide bumps.
There was no doubt that when inserted this would really hurt a sensitive
little bottom hole.  Not only would it stretch the hole but the bumps would
hurt the anal passage as it moved up.

   "Oh please Miss, no!  Not that!  It'll never fit!  It's going to hurt
me! Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!" Jane pleaded.

   Miss Johnson started to liberally spread lubrication over the surface of
the butt plug.

   "Jane, this is a punishment.  It's meant to hurt!" Miss Johnson said
firmly.  "Now get that bottom of your's up and don't you dare put your
hands in the way."

   Jane felt the cold rubber end of the plug touch the centre of her anus.
Then there was a horrible sharp pain in her bottom as Miss Johnson
simultaneously pushed and twisted the butt plug up her bum.

   "YAAAAAAH!  STOP IT!  IT HURTS!" Jane wailed.

   Then Miss Johnson did it again, this time harder.  The pain was so sharp
Jane thought her bottom hole was going to explode.

   "EEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOO!  STOP!  STOP!" she howled.

   "One more push, Jane.  This is going to hurt the worst!" Miss Johnson
gloated.

   She thrust the butt plug the final inch in.

   "AAAAAAAH!  AAAAAAAH!  YEOOOOOOOW!  TAKE IT OUT!  TAKE IT OUT!" screamed
Jane.

   Jane's sphincter closed around the last part of the butt plug trapping
it in her.  Her bottom hole felt so stretched and her rectum so full.

   "Waaaaaaah!  Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!" she cried.

   It felt so horrible up her.  All her friends would be off horse riding
or swimming this holiday, not being spanked with switches and having nasty
things pushed up their bums.  If only she hadn't cheated, the worst she
would have got for bad results was a dozen with her Mum's cane.  Compared
to this it would have been a walk in the park.

   Miss Johnson was fiddling with the end of the butt plug.  Jane jumped as
the butt plug let out a high pitched whine and began to softly vibrate at
an ultra high frequency.

   "Miss!  Please!  Don't!" Jane cried.

   "Be quiet and go and sit back down at you desk." Miss Johnson commanded.

   Jane waddled back to her desk and sat down.

   "Ahhhhhhhh!" she squealed and jumped up again.

   The hard chair hurt her thrashed bottom cheeks and it pushed the butt
plug even further up.  Miss Johnson was angry.

   "Sit back down now Jane or I will thrash you more!  Do you want that?"
she said.

   Wailing, Jane sat down again.  Her bum was so sore that she could hardly
keep still.  Miss Johnson put more papers on her desk.

   "This is a world geography test, Jane." Miss Johnson said.  "You have
half an hour to complete it.  Do not, under any circumstances, take your
bottom off that seat.  Please be aware that when I get back I will be
checking to make sure that nothing untoward has happened.  So you better be
good!"

   Miss Johnson left the room and Jane heard her footsteps fading.

   Jane looked at the test paper and tried to start writing the answers. 
She just couldn't concentrate.  Her bum was so sore sat on the hard chair
and the thing stuck up her felt strange, the way it vibrated was making her
tingle.  She shifted her weight onto one bottom cheek.  Maybe that would
help?  For a few moments it was better but then the pain in the cheeks she
sat on got worse.  Oooooh, that thing up her bum!  She crossed her legs
tightly.  The tingle was getting worse and she was starting to get feelings
between her legs.  The kind of feelings she usually got when she used her
finger at night.  With horror Jane realised that her pussy was wetting. 
The tingle was making it happen.  Oh no!  That's what Miss Johnson must
have meant by checking for something untoward!  She had to stop the wet
coming more.  Maybe if she just lifted her bum for a moment it would stop
the tingling and stop her bum hurting long enough to try and do the test?
No one would know!  Jane raised her bum off the seat.

   Far away in the house Jane heard a buzzer sounding.  Perhaps it was a
timer to remind Miss Johnson to come back?  Jane checked the clock but
there was plenty of time left.  Maybe someone was at the door?  Then Jane
realised.  Oh God!  Oh God!  The chair was alarmed!  She'd stood up and
Miss Johnson knew!  She was going to be hurt again!  Miss Johnson was going
to come up and hurt her again!  Jane sat down.  The buzzer stopped the
moment she sat down.  Then, just faintly to start with, she heard the
footsteps.  Slow, steady, just starting up the stairs now.  Jane started
crying mournfully.  Miss Johnson was coming to hurt her.  The footsteps
reached the top of the stairs and came down the corridor.  The key grated
in the lock and Miss Johnson came in.

   "Please Miss!  Please!  I'm sorry!  I couldn't help it!  It hurt!  I had
to stand up!  I'm sorry!  I won't do it again!  Please!  Just give me one
more chance!  Don't hurt me!  Please!  One more chance!  Please!" Jane
pleaded.

   Jane watched petrified as Miss Johnson walked over to the punishment
cupboard.  Miss Johnson took out a huge wooden paddle with holes drilled in
it.

   "You disobeyed me, Jane." she said.  "This is what you need.  Hard on
you bum and right down the backs of your thighs.  That will teach you
obedience."

   Miss Johnson sat back in the teacher's chair that had not been moved
from where Jane had originally been paddled.

   "Come here Jane." Miss Johnson ordered.

   Sobbing her heart out Jane went to stand by Miss Johnson who smiled that
scary smile at her.

   "Before I forget, Jane, I better just check that nothing untoward has
happened." Miss Johnson said.

   Like a rabbit caught in a snake's hypnotic trance, Jane watched Miss
Johnson's hand move to her little front hole and then a finger trace her
slit.  Miss Johnson held the finger up for Jane to see the sticky wetness.

   "Why are you so wet, Jane?" Miss Johnson demanded.  "What have you been
doing?  How did this happen?"

   "Please Miss!  Please!  I'm sorry!  The thing in my bum made me do it!"
Jane cried.

   Miss Johnson's finger went back to Jane's hole and the whole length
slipped in right up to the knuckle.  It slipped back out grazing that super
sensitive spot where Jane's own finger did its work.

   "You play with yourself down there, don't you?" Miss Johnson insisted.
"You touch yourself at night.  Tell me the truth, Jane.  You know better
that to lie to me now, don't you?"

   "Boo hoo!  Yes Miss." Jane said.

   Miss Johnson got up and went back over to the punishment cupboard.

   "Please Miss!  Don't!  Don't get something else for me!  Please!  I'm
sorry!" Jane begged desperately.

   Miss Johnson took a cane out of the cupboard.  It was two and a half
foot long and very whippy.

   "Well, Jane, I have something special that stops dirty little girls
playing with themselves between the legs." Miss Johnson announced, "They
get this on their hands.  That stops them wanting to touch anything."

   "Ooooo Miss!  Not my hands!  Don't cane my hands!  Please!" Jane cried.

   Marion crossed back over to Jane.  This was going to be good; a caning
on both hands and then a blistering spanking on her bum and the backs of
her thighs.  Marion felt her pussy start to throb again.

   "I want your right arm held straight out and then your hand open with
the palm facing up please." Marion explained.

   Jane sobbed and held her hand out.  Marion stood back and aimed the cane
across the centre of the little palm.  This was going to sting.

   "Don't you dare move your hand." Marion threatened.

   "No Miss." Jane sobbed.

   Marion drew the cane back and swept it back down onto the offered hand.

   THWACK!

   "YAAAAAAAH!" Jane wailed.

   Marion watched with glee as Jane desperately waved and shook her
stinging little hand.  She then plunged it between her legs squeezing it.
Marion tingled all over.  She had caught every nuance of pain in the little
girl's face.

   "Hold your hand out again." Marion ordered.

   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  It hurts Miss!  My hand hurts!" Jane wailed.

   "Do as you're told, Jane!  Right now!" Marion ordered.

   Shaking like a leaf, Jane slowly, haltingly held her hand back out.

   THWACK!

   "AHHHHHHHHH!" Jane howled.

   Jane danced around the room wailing and shaking her burning hand. 
Marion stepped over and grabbed Jane's hand.  She held it out firmly while
Jane sobbed and pleaded.

   "Don't!  No Miss!  Please!  No more!  I beg you!"

   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!

   "YAAAAAAAH!  WAAAAAH!  MY HAND!  MY HAND!" Jane screamed as she ran
around the room.

   Marion's pussy was in seventh heaven.  Every wail from Jane was sending
little jolts of pleasure through her crotch.

   "Hold your left hand out now." Marion said.

   "No!  No!  Not my other hand!  Please!" the distraught Jane sobbed.

   "Do it Jane!  Or I shall give you double!" Marion warned.

   Clenching her right injured hand in a tight fist Jane held out her left
hand.

   THWACK!

   "YAAAAAAAAAH!  NOOOO!  I'M SORRYEEEEEEE!" the howling girl screamed.

   Marion grabbed Jane's left hand and forcibly held it out for the rest of
the medicine.

   THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!  THWACK!

   Jane ran around the room shaking her hands like a mad thing.  Marion
felt the low hard throb and burn of her pussy, insistent that the
punishment continue.

   Marion sat down on the teacher's chair again.  She could feel her pussy
juice was down her legs and between her buttocks.  Her panties would be
ruined and it would probably have soaked into her skirt as well.

   "Come here, Jane." she called.

   Pathetically wringing her swollen hands Jane came and stood in front of
her.  Marion felt up behind the small girl's bum to where the butt plug
was. She took a good hard hold of it.

   "Do you know, Jane." she whispered to the sobbing girl, "Some people say
that taking one of these bottom things out hurts even more than putting it
in.  What do you think?"

   "Miss please!  Please don't hurt me any more!  I'll be good!  I
promise!" Jane cried.

   But she knew now that Miss Johnson wouldn't listen.

   Marion dragged the butt plug out of the little brat's tight anus.

   "AHHHHHHHHHH!  WHAAAAAAAAA!" Jane screamed and screamed.

   It hurt!  Oh God!  It did hurt more than having it put in and that had
hurt plenty.  Marion felt a pre-orgasmic spasm shudder through her body.

   Marion took the wailing girl over her lap and picked up the paddle.  It
was large, rectangular with holes drilled through it.  It was a heavier
grade than the one she had started with.  It had to be to make an
impression on an already whipped little bottom.  Marion was ready for this.
Her body was trembling and her pussy crying out for release.  Marion
spanked hard.  Jane screamed and howled over her lap.  The paddle's design
meant that blisters started to form.  Marion moved the spanking down to the
backs of Jane's thighs.  Such a stinging paddle on a new sensitive
untouched area elicited a shocked response from Jane.  Her legs kicked
uncontrollably and the screaming came from the depths of her soul. 
Marion's pussy climaxed.  It eclipsed all the other orgasms she'd had that
day.  It was monumental.

   Marion finished Jane's spanking and enjoyed the usual jumping howling
war dance.  She put some antiseptic on Jane's bum and helped dress her.  An
hour later Uncle John arrived with Alice.  The adults talked whilst the
girls stood together.  Both girls eyes were red and sunken from crying and
both could hardly stand still from the pain in their bums.

   "Was it bad?" Alice asked Jane.

   Jane nodded her head.

   "Really bad." she confirmed.

   "She's horrible!  I hate her!" Alice said.  "Your Uncle's nicer."

   "He is." Jane agreed.

   Miss Johnson turned round and spoke to them.

   "Well girls, it seems that we might make this a regular fixture."

   Alice looked happy but Jane was appalled.  She would do anything not to
come back to Miss Johnson's!  She started to think what that anything might
be.  She wasn't quite sure but she thought that doing everything she could
to make her Uncle's penis the happiest penis in the world would be a good
start.



   PART 3

   (Continued from Half Term, Part 2)

   Then, next to her, a girl appeared.  She was a small blond with her hair
tied in bunches.  She was carrying a small holdall in front of her with
both hands.  The reason for this was clear; she had no clothing on her
lower body apart from some very small knickers that seemed to show off more
than they covered.  Otherwise she wore a smart school uniform blouse, tie
and V necked blue jumper.  On her feet she had white knee socks and black
school sandals.

   The adults moved to one side to talk and Jane found herself standing
next to the girl.  The girl clasped Jane's hand and turned to whisper to
her, "I'm Alice.  You've only got her for a day.  I have to live here."

   "So, she's only ten years old!", John said.

   "Trust me John, if you're worried about getting that thing of yours into
her then don't be.  She's been very well trained." Marion said.

   "Yes, I have no doubt." he said, "But can she take the discipline?"

   "My dear man," Marion smiled, "She's been with me for six months.  I'm
sure she can take anything you have to offer.  And what about young Jane?"

   "Oh, she's a real beginner.  Very sensitive.  She'll feel every smack.
Just the way you like it!" John smiled back.

   "I think we shall enjoy today." said Marion.

   "Let the games begin." he agreed.

   Alice got into the front passenger seat of Uncle John's car.  He pulled
away and they were off, driving back to his house.  Alice thought that
living with Miss Johnson was horrible and every day it got worse.  She was
getting punished harder for longer and her poor little holes were being
stretched ever wider and penetrated deeper.  The worse thing was that Miss
Johnson loved it.  That glint in her eye when Alice bent over and stuck her
bare bottom out and she started swishing a cane or switch through the air.
That smile as Alice's bottom became a painful red mass of welts and she
squealed and jumped around.  It could only get worse.

   Alice just knew that Uncle John couldn't be as bad as Miss Johnson.  Of
course, he would want to hurt her bottom, she knew that.  And he would want
to hurt her holes too; she knew that was well.  But he just couldn't be as
bad as Miss Johnson.  Alice had been taught lots of ways to make a man's
willy happy.  Miss Johnson had made her practice with big plastic willies
and every so often a man would be invited round.  She hated doing it but if
it made Uncle John feel nice he might keep her.  Or if not that then maybe
have her to visit often.  Anything was better than Miss Johnson.

   "Uncle?" she said.

   "Yes, my dear?"

   "Would you like to see my holes?  Only Miss Johnson put lots of cream up
there so it would be nice for you.  And she gave me an enema so my bottom
hole would be clean."

   "Yes, that would be very nice my dear." he said.

   Alice squirmed round in her seat so that she was lying on her side with
her bum stuck out towards Uncle.  She put the foot onto the central
dashboard between the seats so her legs were widely splayed.  Then she
reached behind her, pulled the crotch of her knickers to one side and
spread her bum cheeks wide apart.  John was entranced.  Her little pussy
was spread wide and he could see up the little pink hole itself.  The dark
skin around her anus was tightly stretched and the hole gaped slightly.  It
looked sore; he had no doubt that Miss Johnson must have already given
Alice a severe hole stretching session this morning.

   Alice saw her Uncle's erection grow in his trousers.  It looked big.  It
was going to hurt when he put it in her.  Alice was starting to have doubts
but she had to get away from Miss Johnson.  Alice took a deep breath.

   "Uncle?"

   "Yes Alice."

   "When we get to your house would you like me to kiss your willy?  Only
I'm really good at it.  I can swallow the end of your willy and get the
whole thing into my mouth.  And then I'll move my head so that it keeps
going in and out.  I'll lick your bottom hole too.  I can get my tongue
right up there.  It'll be super nice!  I promise!"

   "Alice, my dear, when we get home the first thing that I'm going to want
to do is to hurt that lovely bottom of yours very severely indeed."

   Alice cringed, she was going to have to show Uncle how good she was when
her bottom was being hurt and how prettily she could cry and plead.  She
knew that Uncle would like that; the cute blubbering and squealing as the
cane cut away at her poor fleshy bottom cheeks.  The other men Miss Johnson
introduced her to certainly liked it; it made their willies harder than
anything.

   "Yes Uncle.  If you want to hurt me I'll be good.  I can bend and touch
my toes and stay like that while you cane me.  I won't move so that you can
keep hitting me properly with the cane.  I can lie on my back with my legs
up while you punish me.  You can paddle and cane me like that.  I'll
wriggle a lot but I'll keep my legs up and I won't put my hands in the way.
You can stretch and hurt my holes however you want.  I'll be good and not
interfere with my punishment.  I promise!  I really cry buckets when I'm
being hurt.  But you can do it as long as you like."

   As Alice heard the words come out of her dry mouth she felt like
starting to cry.  She blinked back the tears.  Before she got to his house
she had to tell him about what was in the bag.  Miss Johnson had made that
very clear.

   "I've brought some things from Miss Johnson's to help you hurt me with.
I have to tell you about them"

   "Yes my dear.  That would be lovely." he said.

   He could feel his cock straining.  He was going to punish that bare
little bottom until it was one big red blotch and he was going to love
every second of it.

   Alice started her speech.  Miss Johnson had told her what to say.

   "I've got two straps.  One is big and it has been oiled this morning. 
That's for my bottom.  It'll get it bright red in no time and it really
stings.  The other one is really thin.  I get that right between my bum
cheeks.  Miss Johnson calls it my `hole hurter'.  That way she can punish
my whole bottom, like inside the cheeks and on the hole.  When I get it
I'll hold my bottom open for you so that you can strap me properly there.
I've got this really big wooden bath brush.  I get that on the backs of my
thighs till I blister.  It really hurts!  I've also got this really big
hole stretcher.  I can get it up my bottom on my own now.  When I take it
out my bottom hole stays open.  You can put your willy right up and than my
hole will close around your willy.  I bet that will feel really nice for
you."

   John's cock was aching.  Perhaps he would take her up on the offer of a
blowjob.  See how good she really was.  They reached his house and he
ushered her into the lounge.  As usual the curtains were drawn and the room
arranged for a punishment session.

   "You know, my dear," he said, "perhaps before I punish your bottom you
could show me how nicely you can kiss my willy."

   Her heart sank.  When she got his willy excited it was going to make him
want to punish her even harder.  She knelt down in front of him and
unzipped his bulging flies.  She wrestled his hard cock out of his pants.
She looked up at him so he could see her eyes and then she took it in her
mouth.  She didn't like it.  His willy was really thick and the juice
tasted strong and nasty.  It was going to hurt her holes when he put it in.
But she just had to let him do it, anything to get away from Miss Johnson.
She was starting to get scared now.  She just knew he was going to punish
her and it was going to really hurt.  All those things she'd said, when he
did them it was going to be awful.  She started to cry.

   John looked down at the sweet little face, her mouth engorged with his
hard cock.  A little tear trickled down her cheek.  How cute, she was
crying, he was really going to enjoy this.  He watched as Alice held onto
his legs and pushed her head forward.  He felt his cock sliding down her
soft tight throat.  She looked up at him as she took it all down.  Alice
fought the urge to be sick.  It really stretched her and he was pushing it
down her.  Tears spilled out of her eyes.  She had to have a rest.  She
pulled back.

   "Uncle, please can I lick your bottom hole?" she asked.

   "Of course, my dear." he said.

   John pulled his trousers and pants off and sat down in an armchair.  He
lifted his legs up and put his feet up on the chair arms.  He watched as
Alice knelt and bent her face down to his bottom.  Alice looked at Uncle's
bottom.  It seemed so big.  She stretched her hands out and separated the
two large hairy cheeks.  Between them was a big rough hairy hole and she
could smell the pungent odour.  She stuck her face in closer.  Oh, this was
awful, she couldn't bear to touch it with her mouth, but she had to.  She
would never get away from Miss Johnson otherwise.  She stuck out her tongue
and pushed it up his old bottom hole.  She ignored the bitter taste and
kept pushing her tongue in and out of the hole and licking round the
sensitive anal ring.  She could hear the dirty slurping noises her tongue
and mouth made on his hole.  She let go with one hand reached round to
firmly hold his cock and slide the loose skin up and down it.  John gritted
his teeth.  The feeling was amazing.  He could only see the top of her head
as the rest of her face was buried between his buttocks.  He could feel the
tongue like an eel in and around the edge of his hole.  And those sounds
she was making.

   Slurp!  Slurp!  Squelch!  Slurp!  Squelch!  Squelch!  Slurp!

   Her hand was firmly wanking his cock and he could see the pre-cum start
to drip.  It was time to punish her properly now.  The double strapping she
had suggested sounded good.

   "Alice," he said, "I've decided to strap you on your bottom and your
bottom hole.  Please get into position."

   Alice looked up at him from between his buttocks.  Her face was soaked
from a combination of her saliva and he tears.

   "Please Uncle!" she begged, "Please don't strap my bottom hole.  It
hurts too much!"

   "Into position." he commanded, "I'll do the rest of your bottom first,
then your hole."

   Alice was sobbing now.  He was going to make it hurt, she just knew it.
She bent over with her hands on her knees and struck her bum right out for
it.  She didn't need to be told, after six months with Miss Johnson she
always presented her bottom nicely for punishment.  John took the big wide
oiled strap from the bag.  He tried it out.  It was heavy and was going to
sting.  The oil was going to make its burn twice as bad.  He went over to
where the crying Alice was bent over and ready.  He took aim.

   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!

   "Oww!  Oww!  Waaaaaaaaaaah!  Oww!  Boo hoo!  Stop!" wailed Alice.

   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!

   "Eeeeeeeeeeee!  It's stinging!  Stop!  Please!" she sang.

   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!

   "Yowwweeeeee!  My bum!  Please!  Stop!  It's hurting!"

   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!

   "Waaaaaaaaaaah!  Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  It hurts!"

   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!

   John was putting plenty of power behind that strap spanking.  Little
Alice's bum was burning red and multiple welts from the strap edges were
starting to become visible.  Her bum was wriggling like mad and her hands
waved about behind her.  She was too well trained to interfere with her
punishment by putting them in the way, but at the same time she was
desperate to rub and squeeze her bum.

   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!

   "YAAAAAAAAAH!  NOOOOOO!  Please!  Stop!" she howled.

   Despite all her training it was Miss Johnson biggest nastiest strap she
was getting, freshly oiled as well.  Uncle John was giving it to her really
hard.  Her bottom was on fire.  She could feel it burning.  She needed to
rub it!  She needed to rub it so bad!  When was he going to stop?

   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!

   "EEEEEEEEEEE!  STOP IT!  PLEASE!  I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!

   "YAAAAAAAAAAH!  WAAAAAAAAAH!" she squealed.

   That was it.  She had to rub.  Her hands came up to her bum, clasping
and squeezing the hurt cheeks.

   "Take you hands away Alice." he said, "I shall tell Miss Johnson you
rubbed."

   "No!  Please Uncle!  Don't tell!  She'll hurt me!  Really badly." Jane
sobbed.

   She took her hands off her bum although she longed to keep their
comforting pressure there.  She felt Uncle stroking her agonised bum
cheeks.

   "Feeling a little hot now, eh?" he asked, "We've barely even started. 
Another thirty with the strap and then we'll find out how much you like
your little hole getting it."

   THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!

   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed.

   Her legs were shaking of their own accord now.  She'd do anything for it
to stop.  Anything!

   Slowly, inexorably Uncle delivered the last twenty five smacks with the
strap to her bottom.  By the end her bottom was wriggling and weaving so
much he found it hard to land the strap on her bottom.  But if a few hit
her thighs that didn't matter; the cane was going to find its way there
later anyway.  When she realised he'd finished she jumped up with both
hands fastened to her bum and hopped from one foot to another like a
demented rabbit.  Uncle smiled at the scene; she'd certainly felt those! 
He examined the strap for between her cheeks.  It was a nasty little
number; thin, weighty and semi-rigid.  He wondered how many she could take.
He'd soon find out.

   After she had calmed down suitably he spoke to her.

   "Alice, I'm going to strap your bottom hole now.  Get into position
please." he said, intrigued to see what she would do.

   He saw her looking round the room.  Her eyes fixed on a low coffee table
and she went over to it.  She lay on her back on the coffee table and
brought her knees up to her chest.  Then she splayed her legs widely apart
and reached down with both hands, grabbed a bum cheek in each and pulled
them wide apart.  It looked breathtaking.  That most sensitive bit of her
bottom all opened up and ready for punishment.  He crossed over to where
she was and stood over her head.  He lined the strap up with the centre of
her crack and let it fly.

   THUCK!  Right on the hole!

   "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she howled.

   It felt like having boiling water poured on her.  Her hands sought out
her sensitive stinging bits.  Her fingers pressed into her bottom hole. 
Not caring what he saw, it hurt too much for anything else.

   "Hands, Alice!" he said firmly.

   Shakily she pulled them away and opened up her bum for the next one.

   THUCK!

   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  STOP!  PLEASE!  I'LL DO ANYTHING!" she squealed.

   THUCK!

   "WAAAAAAAAAAH!  I BEG YOU, UNCLE!  PLEASE!  PLEASE!"

   THUCK!

   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOO!  I'LL DO ANY SEX YOU WANT!  ONLY STOP!"

   THUCK!

   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  PLEASE!  PLEASE!  TEST ME!  I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

   John surveyed the little bum.  Although her squeals echoed round the
room her bum could take plenty more.  He gave her another ten hard ones
with that wicked little strap between her cheeks.  By the end her inner
cheeks and hole were as red and welted as the rest of her bum.

   His cock ached as he watched her with her fingers stuffed up her bum
hole, writhing around and howling.  He needed to cum now.

   "Alice, if you want me to stop strapping you then use your mouth to make
me squirt down your throat." he said.

   Alice needed no second bidding.  She jumped up, hobbled over to him,
knelt down and took his rock hard goo dripping cock into her mouth.  With
one swift motion she took his whole length down her throat and began
violently shaking her head back and forth.  John gasped and braced himself.
The sensation of having his cock milked by her throat was amazing.  He
could feel it happening.  He grabbed her head and began thrusting in until
his balls spasmed and he exploded down her throat.  He pulled out of her
and staggered over to a sofa whilst she coughed and gasped for air.

   After John had recovered he had Alice pose and do naked gymnastics for
him.  Before long he was starting to feel horny again.  Cumming twice in a
day was no problem for John and he began to think what punishment he would
enjoy giving Alice most.  In his mind nothing equalled a good old fashioned
bare bottom caning.  Her bum could take more but the backs of her thighs
were virtually untouched.

   "Alice," he said, "get back onto the coffee table.  Same position as
last time, please."

   Alice did as she was told.  Her tears had dried slightly but she still
snivelled with the bottom pain.

   "Well Alice," he said, "Now that you've been warmed up by the strap I
think it's time for your real punishment.  The cane!"

   "Oh no!  Uncle!  Please!  Not the cane!  My bum's too sore!  It hurts
too much!  Please don't!  Let me put your willy in my mouth again. 
Please!" she begged.

   John took his longest cane and showed it to Alice.  Her eyes bulged.  It
looked even bigger than Miss Johnson's.  Her tears began in earnest again.

   "I think you'll feel this, my dear." he gloated.

   He stood to one side of her.  It was such a lovely position with her
legs bent back like that; all her naughty bits and pieces on show.  She saw
him raise the cane.

   "No!  Please don't!" she cried out.

   THWICK!

   "YAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she screamed.

   It felt like being cut with a hot knife.

   THWICK!

   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NO!  UNCLE!  IT'S CUTTING ME!"

   THWICK!

   "NYAAAAAAAAAAA!  MY BOTTOM!  IT HURTS!"

   THWICK!

   "AAAAAAAAAH!  WHAAAAAAAA!  BOO HOO!  BOO HOO!  STOP!  UNCLE!  PLEASE!"

   But Uncle had no intention of stopping.  In fact it was about to get
worse.  Uncle aimed the cane at the sensitive and almost untouched backs of
her thighs.

   THWICK!

   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

   Her scream was ear splitting.

   THWICK!

   "YHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!  NOT THERE!  NOT THERE!  IT HURTS!  IT HURTS!" she
howled.

   THWICK!

   "WHAAAAAAAAAA!  WHAAAAAAAAA!  MY THIGHS!  NOT MY THIGHS!  PLEASE!"

   THWICK!

   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  BOO HOO!  BOO HOO!  NOOOOO!  PLEASE!  UNCLE! 
STOP!"

   John drank in the view of her twisting bottom and holes.  His cock was
so hard again.  Giving little girls like Alice good hard bare bottom
punishments was only what they deserved.  If it made his cock feel so good
well that was just their tough luck.  And when he'd finished giving her the
cane he was going to take care of that tight little hole between her bottom
cheeks.

   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!

   Right across the thighs.

   "YAAAAAAAAH!  YAAAAAAAAAH!  I'LL DO ANYTHING!  STOP!  PLEASE!"

   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!

   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  I'M SORRY!  I'LL BE GOOD!  ANYTHING YOU WANT!"

   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!

   "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!  MY LEGS!  OH GOD!  MY LEGS!  HURT ME WITH YOUR WILLY!
PLEASE!  UNCLE!  PLEASE!"

   "Be quiet, Alice." he said, "You've not even had twenty yet.  I'm going
to give you another twenty and then I might let you have the rest of your
punishment from my willy."

   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  I'll be good!  Please!  Not hard!  I'll make your
willy feel really nice!  I promise!" she sobbed.

   "Alice, hold onto those legs.  I'm going cane you bottom and thighs very
hard now." he smiled.

   His cock was drooling pre-cum as he lined up for the next stroke.

   "Ooooo, Uncle!  Please!  Not too hard!  Please!"

   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!

   "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  NOOOO!  TOO HARD!"

   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!

   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MY LEGS!  WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!

   "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  STOP!  NOOOO!  TOO MUCH!  PLEASE!"

   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!

   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  WAAAAAAAAAH!  BOO HOO!  BOO HOO!"

   "You can rub now, Alice." he said.

   She clambered off the coffee table with her hands clasped to her scalded
bum and thighs, running round the room squealing and howling.  The sight
was enthralling; her bum and the backs of her thighs were covered in
swollen red lines and her hands constantly sought to rub and squeeze at the
burning area.  All the time she danced and wailed that little girl lament.

   "Boo hoo!  Boo hoo!  My bottom!  My legs!  It hurts!  Boo hoo!  I'm
sorry!  Oh, my bum!  My poor bum!  Boo hoo!"

   John let her cry and rub some of the sting out before he spoke to her.

   "Alice, I'd like you to show me how your big stretcher works in your
bottom hole." he told her.

   Alice felt herself go cold.  It was so big she could hardly fit it up.
And it was so, so painful.  When Miss Johnson made her do it she'd be
crying before it was even half way in.  John fished in her bag to find it.
His cock jerked when he saw the beast.  It was a firm pink butt plug about
seven inches long and three inches wide at the base.  This would be a real
punishment for Alice.  He found the thoughtfully provided lube in the bag
and liberally applied it to Alice's hole stretcher.  Alice sobbed miserably
as she watched the stretcher being prepared.  Her hand snuck round her back
and slipped between her buttocks stroking her poor bottom hole defensively.

   "Alice!" he called, "Come here and sit in the armchair the way I did
when you licked my bottom."

   Alice did as he told her, putting her legs up on the arms and spreading
them wide apart.  John handed her the lubricated butt plug, drew up a chair
in front of her and sat down to watch the action.  Alice took the stretcher
as the tears tricked down her face.  She put the tip of it against her
bottom hole and started to push.  Her little sphincter soon gave way and
the first couple of inches went up.  Then it started to get harder.  After
five minutes she had got about four inches of the length up her bottom and
she was stretched open by about two inches.  It felt so big in her.  Her
hole was burning as she forced it open.

   "Please Uncle!  Please!  It's hurting me!  I want to take it out! 
Please!" she begged.

   "Do you want me to tell Miss Johnson you didn't put it all up?" he
answered.

   Alice didn't.  If he did Miss Johnson would have it up her at bedtime
every night for a week.  She gritted her teeth and began to push really
hard.  Five minutes later and Alice was bathed in sweat.  She sobbed loudly
with the pain in her bottom.  She had to be almost there now!  How much to
go?  An inch?  Half an inch?  She fastened her grip on the base of the
stretcher and gave a big push.  She squealed as she felt the end of the
base enter her hole and her bottom beginning to close around it.

   "It's in!  It's in!  I've got it all in!" she babbled, "Boo hoo!  It's
so big.  I've got to get it out!  Boo hoo!  Please Uncle!  Please let me
take it out!  You can put you willy in then!  It'll be really nice for you!
Please!"

   John sat, his cock dripping.  He watched as her massively stretched hole
slowly closed over the thick base.  He needed to get in her now.

   "OK Alice.  Take it out." he said.

   Alice grabbed hold of the plug and pulled hard.  She grunted and wailed
as the thing came out.  John was amazed.  As the huge plug came out her
hole gaped open.  He could see up her.  The enema she'd been given this
morning had made her nice and clean.  He knelt in front of the chair, held
his cock and put it up her.  He barely felt the sides touch it.  Then,
slowly, the hole began to close around his straining penis until the hot
soft muscular walls held him in a delicious vice like grip.  He began to
thrust in and out.  He found that he could withdraw almost all the way and
then thrust his entire length back up.  He carried on doing this whilst
Alice sobbed at the bottom pain she was being given.  This was proper
bottom punishment he thought as he thrust into her.  He could feel the
pressure building up in his balls, then his prostate tingling.  He gasped
loudly as he began to spasm, his cock squirting again and again up her.  He
finished breathlessly.  Alice carried on moving her bum milking every last
drop out of him.  He staggered over to a chair and say heavily.

   Alice struggled up.  She hurt badly but it wasn't any worse than Miss
Johnson and Uncle didn't look like he was going to do anything else today.
If it had been Miss Johnson then her punishment would barely have started.
Perhaps it wouldn't be great at Uncle's but it would be so much better than
Miss Johnson's.  She crossed over to him and sat down at his feet.  She put
her hand up and began to stroke his limp penis.

   "Please Uncle, did I make you happy?" she asked.

   "Yes, my dear.  Indeed you did." he said.

   "Uncle, I was wondering.  There're so many nice things I can do to make
you feel good with my mouth and my front and back holes.  And I can stay in
position really well whilst you punish me, really hard, like you did today.
Could I come and stay with you again please?  I'd be so good!  Honest!  I'd
do anything you wanted!  Anything!  Perhaps, if I was really good, you
might let me stay longer?  I could be ready for you at any time to punish
just how you like.  Maybe, just like you did today with your willy!  Please
Uncle!  Please say yes!  Please!"

   "My dear, that is very tempting.  Yes, very tempting.  I shall certainly
think about it."

   Later, when they got back to Miss Johnson's, the adults talked whilst
the girls stood together.  Both girls eyes were red and sunken from crying
and both could hardly stand still from the pain in their bums.

   "Was it bad?" Alice asked Jane.

   Jane nodded her head.  "Really bad." she confirmed.

   "She's horrible!  I hate her!" Alice said.  "Your Uncle's nicer."

   "He is." Jane agreed.

   Miss Johnson turned round and spoke to them.  "Well girls, it seems that
we might make this a regular fixture."

   Alice's heart jumped for joy anything was better than Miss Johnson's. 
As she followed Miss Johnson inside Alice turned and gave a little wave to
Uncle.  When she turned round Miss Johnson's face looked like thunder.

   "So Alice, you want to escape do you?  You want to go and live with him?
How dare you child.  I, and only I, will make those decisions.  I have a
very special punishment for ungrateful girls who want to escape.  Go up to
the schoolroom and get those clothes of, all of them." she ordered.

   Terrified, Alice turned and fled up the stairs.  Marion listened to the
frightened wailing sobs.  The throbbing tingle in her pussy had started
again.  She went to the kitchen to fetch the big scrubbing brush she used
for the floors and a bowl of hot caustic soda.



   PART 4

   (Continued from Half Term, Part 2)

   Miss Johnson turned round and spoke to them.  "Well girls, it seems that
we might make this a regular fixture."

   Alice looked happy but Jane was appalled.  She would do anything not to
come back to Miss Johnson's!  She started to think what that anything might
be.  She wasn't quite sure but she thought that doing everything she could
to make her Uncle's penis the happiest penis in the world would be a good
start.

   Jane got back in the car with Uncle.  She could barely sit after what
Miss Johnson had done to her.  Uncle noticed her discomfort.

   "Have fun with Miss Johnson, my dear?" he asked.

   Jane shook her head.

   "No Uncle, I didn't.  She did things to me.  Horrible things!  Please
don't send me back!  Please!  I'll be good now!  I promise you!  Please,
just give me a chance!" she begged.

   "Well Jane," he said, "it may not be that easy.  You see, Alice was very
good today.  She took her bottom punishments very well and she made my
willy happy too.  I may have to invite her back.  I think you know what
that means for you!"

   "Please Uncle!  Please don't send me back!" she sobbed, "I'll be so good
for you.  I'll prove it tomorrow!  I'll show you how good I can be!  I beg
you!  Please!  Just give me a chance!  Please!"

   "Very well, Jane." he said, "You have tomorrow to prove yourself."

   Jane worked late into the night.  She had things that she wanted to
prepare for tomorrow.  The memory of Miss Johnson was fresh in her mind and
it spurred her to do things that, however much they would hurt her, would
make Uncle's willy very happy indeed.

   The next morning Jane woke up early.  Her stomach felt like a bottomless
pit as she thought about the awful things Uncle was going to do to her. 
The most horrible thing was that she was going to tell him what to do.  She
would actually be telling him how to punish her, just so it would please
his willy.  For the hundredth time that week Jane wished she'd never ever
cheated at school.  If only!  If only!  She put on the tight little pyjamas
he liked so much.  She felt sick when she thought of the alteration she had
made to them last night.  She picked up a small but wicked looking paddle
she had selected along with drawings she'd done.  Her body shook as she
went to his bedroom.  She wanted to cry but tried valiantly to hold back
the tears.  She knew how much he liked to see her start crying.  She
knocked on the door.  She heard him call her and went in.  He was sitting
up in bed waiting.

   "Hello Uncle." she said, "I drew some pictures for you."

   She handed the two drawings to him.  He studied them in detail with
growing delight.  Although they were executed in a childlike style they
were very graphic.  The first drawing showed Jane from behind kneeling with
her legs wide apart and her face on the floor.  Her bottom was opened and
she had drawn her holes for him.  He was paddling her bottom.  There was a
speech bubble from her mouth, "Please stop!  You're paddling my bottom
hole!" The bottom had been coloured bright red and tears flew off the face.
The second drawing showed Jane kneeling in front of him with his cock down
her throat.  There was no speech bubble but she'd drawn a line of drool
falling from her mouth to the floor.

   "These are very good, Jane." he said.

   He pulled back the covers to show her his big cock sticking up.  Jane
turned round and bent over.  She pulled her pyjama bottoms tight and a slit
down the length of the seat opened up showing her anal crack and pussy. 
Jane and her sewing kit had created the first pair of little girl split
crotch pyjama bottoms.  She treated Uncle to five minutes of gym and ballet
exercises.  She could tell he liked it when she put a foot up on his
headboard like a ballet bar and did her stretching exercises.  Her little
crotch was being pushed right into his face.

   He picked up the drawing of her being paddled and held it up for her to
see.

   "I think it's time for us to do your first drawing, Jane." he said.

   Jane started to cry; she just couldn't hold back the tears any longer.
When she thought of some of the things that were going to happen to her
later that day!  Oh God!  No!  It was awful!  Really awful!  The tears came
thick and fast now.  She saw him pick up the paddle.  She climbed up onto
the bed and got into the position she had drawn.  She knew her bum cheeks
were spread really wide because could feel the cold air on her bottom hole.
John looked at the spread little cheeks, that cute little bottom hole with
the darker stretched skin around it.  He aimed the paddle right at the
centre of her bottom.

   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!

   He was getting to that really sensitive skin between her cheeks.

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!  Uncle!  It hurts!" she wailed.

   When she drew the picture she had no idea that being paddled there would
hurt so much.

   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!

   "Nooooo!  Uncle!  No!  It hurts too much!" she cried.

   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!

   "Waaaaaaaaaaah!  It's burning!  Stop!  Please!"

   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  My bottom!  It's stinging inside!"

   Uncle carried on whacking away with the paddle.  The skin around the
centre of her bottom and between the cheeks was bright red now and the girl
was starting to squeal nicely.  He stepped up the pace.  Plenty more to go!

   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!

   "YEOWWWWWWW!  WAAAAAAAAAH!"

   It was really hurting now.

   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!

   "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!  STOP!  UNCLE!  STOP!"

   But Jane had a long hard lesson to learn and it was a full five minutes
before her Uncle finished his tender ministrations to her fiery red bum. 
She scrambled off the bed howling and danced up and down for him as she
rubbed at her poor bottom.

   John picked up the second drawing and held it out.  His cock was ready
to go into her mouth.  She saw him holding the drawing and knelt down in
front of him while he sat on the edge of the bed.  She took his hard cock
in her hand and guided it into her mouth.  She tried to swallow it and
started to gag immediately.  He fed his cock in holding the back of her
head firmly.  Jane tried desperately to live up to the picture she had
drawn.  She gagged terribly as the hard cock invaded the top of her throat,
but bravely she kept bobbing her head back and forth to give her Uncle's
willy that delicious sensation that he desired.

   "GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!  GAK!" she choked.

   Uncle held her head tighter, he was speeding up his thrusts now; pushing
in and out of her mouth his balls banging against her chin until he gasped
and writhed and Jane felt that nasty hot salty sticky stuff shooting out of
his willy into her mouth.  She tried to swallow as much as she could but
there was so much coming out that it dripped out of her mouth.  Just like
in the picture John thought.

   Now that his cock had been satisfied Uncle left Jane alone for the rest
of the morning.  It was no solace to Jane; she knew that by two o'clock he
would be ready to give a longer, much more severe punishment.  She shivered
miserably when she thought about what she'd drawn for this afternoon.

   By the afternoon Jane had had plenty of time to contemplate the nasty
time to come.  Lunch had come and gone but she hadn't eaten any.  She
really didn't feel that hungry.  Instead a big knot gnawed at her tummy. 
What happened this morning was nothing, this afternoon was going to be much
worse.  She went to her bedroom to get ready.  She put her little pinafore
dress on with no knickers and tied her hair up in bunches with pretty
ribbons.  Then she reached to the bedside table and took the lubrication
gel that permanently resided there.  Carefully she lubricated both her
little holes with copious amounts of gel.  Her fingers pushed more and more
of the gel up her bottom and pussy holes, making sure they were both as
slippery as they could possibly be.  When she'd finished she picked up her
drawings and went to see Uncle in the lounge.

   Jane got to the lounge and went in.  Uncle was sitting in an armchair
waiting for her.

   "Ah Jane!" he said "Some more drawings for me?"

   "Yes Uncle." she agreed.

   "Excellent.  Please hand them over, my dear." he demanded.

   Jane gave him the drawings.  Uncle sat back to enjoy them.  The first
drawing showed Jane standing naked in front of Uncle with her hands on her
head.  Uncle's hand was between her legs and his middle finger was firmly
inserted up Jane's pussy.  The speech bubble coming out of Jane's mouth
said "Oooooh!  Uncle!  You're going to make that feeling happen!  It's so
humiliating!" The second drawing showed Jane lying on her back on the sofa.
Uncle was holding her legs up and caning her across the bum and backs of
the thighs.  Jane's mouth was wide open and it looked like she was
screaming.  There were many red lines drawn across the bottom and thighs.
The speech bubble said, "Please!  Uncle!  Don't cane my thighs.  It really
hurts!" The third drawing showed Uncle naked in the armchair with his leg
up on the arms.  He had a huge erection and Jane was knelt between his legs
with her face pushed between his bottom cheeks.  The speech bubble simply
said "Slurp!  Slurp!  Slurp!".  The fourth drawing showed Jane and her
Uncle in the same positions but this time Uncle's cock was down her throat.
There was no speech bubble.  The fifth and final drawing showed Jane bent
over with her hands resting on the seat of the sofa.  Her heavily marked
bottom was presented to her Uncle and her anus was being impaled on his
hard cock.  The speech bubble said "Uncle, your big willy really hurts in
my bottom hole."

   "My dear," he said , "this is excellent work.  You really are quite the
artist."

   He held up the first drawing.

   "Take your clothes, Jane.  Let's see if I can humiliate you nicely." he
said.

   Jane did as she was told until she stood naked in front of Uncle with
her hands held tightly on her head.  She spread her feet wide apart to give
him easy access.  His fingers reached out to touch her most intimate
private part.  Oh God!  That sick making feeling as his fingers started
playing with her between the legs.  It was horrible!  She hated it!  Hated
the way his fingers felt and most of all the way her stupid body reacted.
Those nasty fingers making her get wet and pant in front of him.  Another
minute and she was squirming like a hooked fish on the big middle finger
that was up her.  And then the finger tip sliding over and over that super
sensitive bit at the front of her slit, making her shudder and gasp as the
sharp pleasure pangs came.  She sobbed forlornly with shame as he withdrew
his finger.

   "You dirty little girl." he chided.

   She watched as Uncle crossed the room and came back with that long, thin
and very whippy cane of his.  Shaking with fearful anticipation, Jane lay
on her back on the sofa.  Uncle pulled out a two lengths of soft leather
from his pocket.

   "Jane." he said, "I don't think you're going to be able to keep from
putting your hands in the way or from kicking your feet.  So I'm going use
these to tie your hands together and your feet together."

   Terrified, Jane held out her hands for them to be tied.  She clearly
remembered the switching from Miss Johnson and how she'd been tied for
that. Then Uncle tied her feet together.  He took his cane in his right
hand and took hold of the leather strap her feet were bound with and lifted
her legs up.  He was going to hurt her with that cane and there was nothing
she could do about it.  She started to wail in pre-caning anticipation.

   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!

   He was merciless.  The cane whipped across her bottom and thighs leaving
cruel red lines that scalded her.

   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed.

   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!

   The lines were crossing each other now, blistering at the points they
crossed.

   "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!  I'M SORYEEEEEEE!" she howled.

   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!

   "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  UNCLE!  NOOOOOO!  STOP!"

   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!

   "BWAAAAAAAAH!  NO MORE!  DON'T!  PLEASE!"

   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!

   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  MY BUM!  MY THIGHS!  WAAAAAAAAAH!"

   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!

   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  NOOOOOOOO!"

   John's cock ached as he caned Jane's attractive little bottom.  It was
so red and marked up with the crisscross welts from severe punishment he
was giving.  His cock was going to feel so good when she attended to it
afterwards.  How many more could she take?  Another twenty?  Another forty?
Could his cock last that long?

   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!

   "NYAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  UNCLE!  PLEASE!  YOUR WILLY!  IN ME!  PLEASE!  STOP!"

   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!

   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  I'LL KISS IT!  IN MY BOTTOM!  ANYTHING!  PLEASE!"

   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!

   "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!  MY BUM!  MY BUM!  IT HURTS!  WAAAAAAAAH!"

   THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!  THWICK!

   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  UNCLE!  NO!  ANYTHING!  I'LL DO ANYTHING!  STOP!"

   John lowered her legs and let go of her.  He put the cane down and
watched her writhe on the sofa.  Her howls and squeals were deafening.  He
undid the binding on her hands and feet.  Her legs kicked and splayed
wildly and her hands pawed at her cruelly whipped bum cheeks and thighs. 
She fell off the sofa seat onto the floor where she continued her agonised
wriggling and howling.  John stripped his clothes off.  He wanted to be
naked for the sex punishment he was going to give her.  He wanted her to
see how much he enjoyed it.  He sat in the armchair and put his feet up on
the arms.  The sobbing girl crawled over to him and he felt her hands part
his buttocks and her hot licky tongue push its way up his bottom hole. 
John idly wondered if he should have taken more care wiping but, he
reasoned, that was really all part of the punishment for her.  Jane's
tongue squirmed and probed, licked and rubbed.  The delicious squelchy
slurping sounds filled his ears as Jane eat her Uncle's bottom hole for all
she was worth.

   John pulled her up.  He wanted her mouth on his cock now.  She took hold
of his rock hard mean looking willy and put it in her mouth.  It was awful!
The way it filled her mouth up!  So big!  And then putting it down her
throat!  She was going to be sick!  She really was!  Oh God!  It was a
punishment like no other!  And the way he enjoyed it just made it so much
worse!  Oh God!  Right down her throat again!  It made her feel so sick! 
John watched her slobber over his cock.  Just like this morning she started
that nasty sexy gagging again.  How much it turned him on!  The feeling of
sliding the tip of his cock in and out of her throat and watching her fight
the urge to be sick.  He let her pleasure him more before he raised her
off.

   "Bend over with your hands on the sofa, Jane.  It's time for me to hurt
your bottom hole." he said.

   Sobbing hard Jane got into the position she had drawn so nicely.  She
felt Uncle move behind her and grab her hips with both hands.  Then she
felt the tip of his big hard penis against her tight little anal hole.  The
pushing started; hard and unrelenting.  Her sphincter gave way and she felt
him enter.  It was so big in her!  He was going to split her!  She was
sure! Jane began to wail.  It hurt!  It really hurt!  And he just kept on
pushing.  It was so far in that Jane could feel it stretching her rectum.
She felt Uncle's tummy touch her bottom and him push the last inch up. 
Then he started to vigorously thrust in and out of her little bottom hole
really hard.  Jane wailed and cried as Uncle dealt with her intimate
punishment.  John felt the super tight velvety glove of Jane's anus grip
around him as he slammed in and out.  He could feel it coming.  Deep inside
him.  He was going to erupt!  He shouted out loud as he came.  He felt so
big and powerful, every muscle tensed as he shot load after load into the
sobbing girl.  When he finished he pulled out of her, staggered back and
sat down.  He dismissed the wailing girl upstairs.  He needed some quiet
time to recover.

   Some hours later at tea Jane was very quiet.  John could see that her
eyes were red and sunken.  She must have been crying most of the afternoon.

   "Uncle?" she asked.

   "Yes, my dear.  What can I do for you?" he said.

   "Before I go to bed tonight, please can I come down and see you?  I have
something special for you." she said.

   "Yes, of course my dear." he answered.

   At about 8 o'clock John heard a faint tapping on the lounge door.

   "Come in, Jane" he called.

   Jane entered carrying some papers.  She was wearing a cute little
cartoon character nightie.  Jane's sewing kit had been busy again and the
nightie had been shortened so that the hem only came down to the bottom of
her tummy.  She wasn't wearing any knickers and her bottom and pussy were
on clear display.  John marvelled at the sight of her bottom.  It was still
a dark ruddy red and looked big and heavy with the swelling.  The raised
lines looked sore and painful.

   "Please Uncle, can I sit in your lap?" she asked.

   John waved her over.

   "Uncle, do you want to take your willy out?  You might want to.... 
well, you know!  I've put cream in my holes for you!" she said.

   John thought it highly unlikely.  He really was drained from earlier. 
Still it wouldn't hurt to have it resting against that hot punished bum. 
He unzipped his flies, reached in his pants and pulled out his cock.  Jane
sat in his lap, winced with the pain in her bum and wriggled to make
herself comfortable.

   "Uncle, I've written a story for you.  I hope you like it." she said and
began to read.

   MY LOVELY UNCLE by Jane Bartholomew, Age 11

   My Uncle John is very nice and I love him.  He has helped my Mummy and
me a lot since Daddy left four years ago.  Mummy says that we couldn't
survive without him.  When Uncle comes to visit, Mummy says that she has to
be very strict because Uncle doesn't like naughty girls.  I get told off a
lot and then Mummy always says to him "I'm so sorry Uncle John.  It looks
like this little girl needs her bottom spanked." Then Mummy takes all my
clothes off and just leaves my knickers on.  I have to go and say sorry to
Uncle John and he touches my bum all over.  Then Mummy takes me up to my
bedroom and leaves the door wide open.  She takes my knickers off, puts me
over her knee and spanks me, sometimes with a hairbrush or belt.  She
thinks I don't know but I can see Uncle standing at the door watching. 
Then Mummy takes Uncle next door to her bedroom and locks her door behind
them.  Now I know how much Uncle likes to look at me naked and see me
punished I think that next time he visits Mummy will be much stricter with
me.  I think I will get the cane hard and afterwards it will be me and not
Mummy that goes with Uncle into the big bedroom.

   Uncle likes to give really hard punishments.  He has lots of things he
punishes me with but the worst is his willy.  He uses the cane, the strap,
the hairbrush, the paddle and the switch on my bare bottom.  It hurts such
a lot and makes me cry really loudly.  Then he punishes me with his willy.
It's so shaming when he puts it in my mouth and I have to lick it or even
up my wee hole or bottom hole.  It hurts and makes me very ashamed at the
same time.

   I hate the punishments that Uncle gives me but I love Uncle because I
know he only punishes me to make me good.  I was very bad at school and
Uncle pays my fees so it's his right to give me my punishments.  Uncle
looks after me and makes me good with his hard punishments so I love him.

   I have learnt my lesson now and I will be very good for Uncle when he
wants to punish me.  I will pull my knickers down whenever he tells me and
he can play as long as he likes.  Then I will get the punishment things he
wants and give them to him.  I will get into the position he says and stay
in the position whilst he hurts my bottom with the punishment thing he has
chosen.  Then I will be good for my willy punishment, whichever hole it is
that Uncle wants to punish with his willy.  When Uncle punishes my holes
with his willy it makes him feel nice.  I will always be good when he does
this so that he can feel nice.

   I love my Uncle.

   THE END



   As Jane had read her little story John's cock had slowly stiffened to a
hard throbbing erection.  He took it in his hand and rested the tip against
Jane's soft little pussy lips.  He started to push up.  The hole was well
lubricated and he quickly lodged a good four inches up.  He felt the
resistance up her hole and knew he couldn't go any further.  Jane wriggled
around until she was kneeling in her Uncle's lap.  She looked back at him.
Tears were flooding down her pretty face.

   "Your willy's really hurting me." she whispered.

   Then she started to bounce her bottom up and down quickly so his cock
slipped in and out of her tight little pussy.  John grasped the sides of
the chair.  With Jane's back to him he could watch that whipped little bum
moving up and down as his cock was smoothly pleasured by that obedient
little girl.  He could feel it happening already.  After the other two
orgasms he had already had today this one was hard and dry.  It almost
hurt. Jane carried on wriggling her bum to please him as his softened.

   "Uncle?" she asked, "Did I please you today?  Was I good?"

   He patted her head affectionately.  She really had done well.  It was
almost a pity that he had already agreed for her to spend the whole weekend
with Miss Johnson.  He idly wondered when he should tell her.



   DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction not fact.  The two are very
different.