Archbishops College

Archbishops College - Rhys Maxwell-Jenkins 1 - Guest Bedroom

By Steam Train
steam_t2007@yahoo.com

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Rhys Maxwell-Jenkins 1 - Guest Bedroom
An Archbishops College Series Story
by Steam Train ( steam_t2007@yahoo.com )

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This is an edited story in homage to the numerous Freddy Miller references in multiple chapters of ‘The Gang’ by Kelly Slimspank.

Many years ago now, the author Kelly Slimspank communicated with me from time to time and we discussed plot ideas. The author sent me copies of the chapters written (520 chapters in total) until they ceased coming and the author disappeared.

The longest erotic fantasy work I have ever written was just over thirty chapters, so to write so many chapters of ‘The Gang’ is an amazing achievement. I only wish the author had continued to published what was written, instead of withdrawing the early published chapters leaving almost no trace of the stories on the internet.

The way Kelly Slimspank wrote ‘The Gang’, there were numerous story plots occurring at the same time in each chapter. I have cut and pasted from a number of wide ranging chapters to extract this particular singular story plot and present it as an edited whole.

Intending no disrespect to the author for plagiarising the work of Kelly Slimspank, but in the desire to showcase some of the almost unobtainable writing in ‘The Gang’, I give you for your enjoyment, my edited story which I have worked into the universe of the Archbishops College Series.

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Genealogy:

Nigel Paul Maxwell-Jenkins, 18th Marquess of Jenkins, born 1951 is a peer of the Unified Kingdom. He succeeded his father to the title in 1978.
Ancestral Residence: Pauline Castle
Married 1977 Rosemary Alana Shore.
Issue: 2

1: Christopher Paul Maxwell-Jenkins, Earl of Maxwell, (born 1979), heir apparent.
Ancestral Residence: St Paul’s House,
married Margaret Christine Townsend (born 1980) in 2002, had issue: 3

*Rhys Paul Maxwell-Jenkins, Lord St Paul (born 2005)
* Lady Katherine (Katy) Paula Maxwell-Jenkins (born 2008)
* Lady Georgina Paula Maxwell-Jenkins (born 2009)

2: Lord Jason Paul Maxwell-Jenkins (born 1981) married in 2005, Flora Gail Roberts (born 1983), had issue: 2

* Andrew Paul Maxwell-Jenkins (born 2006)
* Frederick (Freddy) Paul Maxwell-Jenkins (born 2007)

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Rhys Maxwell-Jenkins 1 - Guest Bedroom
An Archbishops College Series Story

There was a soft knock, and then with no further warning, the door to the guest bedroom opened!

Margaret Countess of Maxwell, wife of the Earl of Maxwell and Lady Elizabeth (Lizzie) Bombast wife of Lord Bombast, the Baron Bombast, looked up from partaking their breakfasts in bed together, surprised as the door opened and the thirteen year old nephew of Margaret walked in.

The boy, Frederick (Freddy) Maxwell-Jenkins stared in shock as he saw two pairs of beautiful firm breasts completely exposed above the bed covers, where his aunt Margaret and her close friend Lizzie,, were both sat up in the same bed to eat their breakfast.

“Fucking hell!” he said, before he had a chance to recover himself.

Margaret frowned “ Frederick Maxwell-Jenkins, what kind of language is that to use in front of a lady? Does your mother know you use language like that?”

“And don’t you know to knock and wait until you are told to enter, before entering a lady’s bedroom?” asked Lady Bombast.

“Uh…” said the boy in a high pitched voice, having no idea how to respond. He started backing out of the door but was stopped his aunts command , he knew his aunt Margaret and Lizzie were lovers but he had only ever seen Lady Bombast at a distance and had never been introduced to Lady Bombast and certainly never seen his aunt or her friend in such an intimate situation as he was now witnessing!

“Stop right there Freddy and allow me to introduce you to Lady Bombast. Lizzy this is Frederick Maxwell-Jenkins, Jason and Flora’s boy!” informed Margaret.

Mouth still open, eyes still wide, Freddy nodded dumbly, unable to speak.

“I know what your mother would do to you for using language like that and for barging in like that!” said Margaret scowling at her nephew.

“Uh…” repeated the still speechless boy as He tried unsuccessfully to avert his eyes from the two pairs of exposed breasts.

As Freddy continued to stare goggle eyed, he started to recover some of his sense “I’m so sorry … I thought the room was unoccupied … you don’t usually use the guest bedroom … I’ll go” he managed to squeak.

“Why were you even trying to get into this room?” asked Margaret, confused.

“Andrew kicked our football onto the roof and mother sent me to fetch it! You can access that part of the roof the easiest from the balcony of this room” explained Freddy, still unable to take his eyes off their breasts.

“What ? Why is he here kicking a ball around?” asked Lizzy shaking her head in confusion.

Margaret turned her head towards Lizzy and explained, “ My husbands younger brother Lord Jason Maxwell-Jenkins and his wife Lady Flora live in a separate apartment in the west wing of St Paul’s House. The west wing was split into a separate apartment in the late 1970’s.

Lizzie nodded understanding and as she did, she noticed Margaret was exposing her breasts and then looking down, suddenly realised her own breasts were bare, and folded her arms over them. She nudged Margaret and nodded her head downwards. Margaret looked down, came to the same realisation, blushed and covered her breasts too.

“Have you been staring at our breasts!?” Margaret shouted at her nephew, more to cover her own embarrassment than anything else.

“No Aunty … I… uh” he stuttered as he stared down at the floor.

“Come here!” said Margaret sternly.

Freddy took a few paces forward, slightly awkwardly as he realised he had a hard-on. He dropped his hands, as casually as he could in front of himself. This simple universal gesture alerted the ladies to his condition, a condition they hadn’t noticed up until then.

“The cheek!” said Lizzie, “He’s aroused!”

Margaret eyed her nephew up and down “I want to talk to you about why Lady Bombast and I are here in this bedroom on this Sunday?”

“Um…” said Freddy “It’s alright Aunty, I know you and Lady Bombast are close friends. Mother has explained to Andrew and I how you like to have a lie-in on a Sunday with your close friend” he said, his eyes, freed from the lure of their breasts, now swivelling from side to side in apprehension. He didn’t like having to confess his knowledge or how his conversation was sounding.

“So do lots of people know about this?”asked a stunned Lizzy.

“Just Andrew and I” Freddy quickly replied, “Mother was most insistent that we were not to discuss this with anyone but herself, not even father!” Freddy stated.

“We’ll I hope that you are telling the absolute truth Freddy, you know I can easily find that out, with one quick phone call to your mother can’t we?” said Margaret

Margaret rang her sister in law, Lady Flora Maxwell-Jenkins and stated that she wanted to talk to her about Freddy!

“Oh God, what’s he done now?” asked Flora, beginning to sound stressed.

“Well, bit of a long story, but in short, I’m in the guest bedroom at the moment with Lizzy Bombast and Freddy has burst in on us unexpectedly, he has assured us that he knew Lizzy and I were close friends and that you have sworn Andrew and him to total secrecy. I just want to confirm that is the case, as Lizzy is understandably upset!” Margaret explained.

“Yes, yes … I’ve sworn him and Andrew to total secrecy but that’s no excuse for him just barging in on the two of you.” said Flora.

“Freddy made one light knock and then walked straight into this bedroom. According to Freddy its balcony has easy access to the roof where Andrew kicked the boys football! Lady Bombast and I were naked in bed, with our … well we didn’t have our top halves covered, and he’s just stood there staring at her and me! As you can imagine we are both quite upset at this intrusion and rudeness.” said Margaret, “And as well there was his language, I don’t really want to repeat what he said, but he used the ‘F’ word.”

“I don’t know what to say, Margaret, I thought I brought him up better than that, is Lady Bombast alright? Has she recovered?” asked Flora.

“She’s recovering” said Margaret, she’ll be alright after a cup a tea and a rest I expect.

“Well you tell Freddy, if he’s still there, that when he gets back home I’m going to give him a good hiding just like I am about to give Andrew for kicking their football on the roof. I’ve had just about enough of them both at the moment, as if I didn’t have enough to have to deal with Andrew’s indiscretion … I’d better go!” said Flora, growing angrier by the minute.

“Alright Flora, you take care” said Margaret, and then quickly added “Flora? Freddy is still here and If it’s any help, we can take care of Freddy for you, save you the bother, in fact this indiscretion on his part could provide the perfect opportunity to introduce Freddy to that long standing family tradition that we have discussed on numerous occasions!”

“Oh, I’m not sure about that Margaret, I don’t really know Lady Bombast” said Flora.

“She’s lovely, you’d like her. She’s got a son about Freddy’s age, and a daughter, who’s a bit younger. She’s certainly quite familiar with disciplining boys and girls and experienced in other matters as well.” said Margaret.

There was a pause at the other end of the phone. Lizzie looked at Margaret quizzically and Freddy stared in fear, unable to believe what he was hearing.

“So Freddy is still there?” Flora asked.

“Do you want to speak to him?” asked Margaret.

“Put him on please!” said Flora

“It’s your mother Freddy, she wants a word” said Margaret holding out the phone.

Freddy lumbered into motion only very slowly, and made his way around the bed in trepidation. He took the phone as though he was being handed a giant scorpion and he put it tentatively to his ear the same way.

“Hello Mother?” he said in a high pitched voice.

“What did you think you were doing barging into someone’s bedroom like that…” shouted his mother.

“No, I…” began Freddy.

“And using foul language, what have I told you…”

“It wasn’t…” Freddy tried to interject.

“Don’t you talk back to me … I’m ashamed, we don’t even know Lady Bombast, what is she going to think about us and your Aunty!”

“Mother, I didn’t mean…” Freddy tried again.

“When you get home you’re getting the hiding of a lifetime I promise you” shouted Lady Flora his mother.

“Mother, I’m sorry, it was…”

“When you get home I want you straight in the lounge, clothes off and you can spend the rest of the morning thinking about your behaviour standing next to your brother!”

“Mother please …” cried Freddy.

“And if you’re lucky I’ll get to you after lunch, if not you’ll have to wait until I’ve got enough time to deal with you properly” shouted his mother.

“Mother please, I haven’t done…” Freddy tried to explain in desperation.

“God knows I’ve had more than enough problems this weekend, you and your brother haven’t stopped for a minute, as if that’s all you’ve got to do with your time… wind me up… don’t you think I’ve better things to do than have to deal with you two?” shouted Lady Flora.

“No, mother, please listen…” said Freddy.

“No you listen, you can either have your Aunty and Lady Bombast deal with you, as they have kindly offered to do right now and get it over and done with and spare me the bother or you can come home and face the consequences as I have outlined!” shouted Lady Flora.

“Mother, please listen, it’s not as bad as…” said Freddy.

“I haven’t got time to argue with you Freddy, make your mind up!” shouted his mother.

“Uh, no, I… can’t we…” said Freddy, growing increasingly desperate.

“Right then, seeing you can’t make a simple decision, you make sure you’re in the lounge, naked, the minute you get back, any more trouble from you and you’re going to be very sorry, Freddy, very sorry indeed” shouted his mother.

Freddy couldn’t think. It was all happening too fast, and it was all too horrible to contemplate. Why did his mother do this to him, why didn’t she listen? Once she was in this mood he was sunk, there was no explaining, no appealing, just swift and painful retribution. It just wasn’t fair. He couldn’t bear the thought of being punished by these two women, but he knew his aunty very well, and she had seen him punished by his mother, whilst Lady Bombast was a complete stranger, but surely that had to be infinitely better than his mother in a rage. No, he couldn’t bear that.

“Mother no, I’ve decided to take my punishment here!” he nervously exclaimed.

“Put your aunty back on” his mother ordered.

He handed the phone back to his Aunt Margaret and wondered if he’d made the right decision.

“Margaret?” said Flora

“Yes I’m here!” said Margaret.

“You heard Freddy, he wants you to give him a good hiding! Please make sure it’s a proper hiding as well, don’t you go soft on him and then proceed as we have discussed, he’s thirteen, he’s old enough!” said Lady Flora Maxwell-Jenkins.

“No need to worry Flora” said Margaret, “We’ll handle it.”

“And don’t let him be shy about pulling his pants down in front of Lady Bombast, it’s time now that he is a teenager that he gets used to his bare bottom being smacked in front of others!” said Lady Flora.

“I think Lizzy and I know what we’re doing” said Margaret.

“Well, thanks for this Margaret, and I’ll give you a call later, to see how it all went, but if he gives you any trouble, just send him home immediately and give me a call to say he’s on his way” said Freddy’s mother.

“Will do, talk to you later” said Margaret.

“Bye” said Lady Flora, hanging up.

“Bye” said Margaret , thumbing the red button on the phone. She dropped it carefully onto the bed “Well then Freddy, it looks like you’re going to get your bottom smacked.”

Freddy’s face turned bright red and he swallowed hard.

“I think you should go and apologise to Lady Bombast first, though, don’t you?” said Margaret who was unable to make eye contact with Freddy as he kept his red face to the floor.

Freddy shuffled very slowly around the bed to Lady Bombast’s side and stopped just short of her reaching distance “Sorry” he said.

Margaret looked at him with a steady gaze “First of all Freddy” she said quite gently “When you apologise to someone you should look them in the eye, and secondly, you should tell them what it is you’re sorry for. Now come on, let’s have a proper apology.”

Freddy lifted his face slowly, and as excruciating as it was, he met Lady Bombast’s gaze “I’m sorry for barging in without knocking and I’m sorry for swearing” he said, dropping his head quickly again once he was done.

“And?” asked Margaret.

“And what?” he said worriedly.

“And is there anything else you’re sorry for?” asked Margaret.

Freddy tried to think. What else had he done, or had they thought he’d done, and then he remembered. He lifted his head again briefly “And, sorry for staring at your breasts.”

“I accept your apology Freddy” said Lady Bombast with a smile.

“Alright then, Freddy, thank you, but you still need to have you bottom smacked” said Margaret “You know that don’t you?”

Freddy nodded, feeling very sorry for himself “But, not now please, I’ve… still got to retrieve our football …”

“That’s true” said Margaret “But I don’t think it’s a good idea to keep you waiting, that is hardly fair, you do need to be dealt with sooner rather than later.” She didn’t ponder too long before she suddenly had an idea and picked up the phone again and rang her oldest son who was home for the mid May, half trimester justitium (break) of the Ver Trimester at Archbishops College.

“Oh, Rhys, you’re not doing anything useful at the moment are you?” asked Margaret.

“Uh…” said Rhys in reply, trying to think of something useful he might be doing, but in fact he was having a morning wank in the privacy of his own bedroom!

“Would you do me and your aunt a favour and carefully go up onto the roof via the turret stairs and retrieve Andrew and Freddy’s football that has been kicked onto the roof and bring it to the guest bedroom. Make sure you knock and wait for permission to enter.” said Margaret.

“Oh, ok mother” said Rhys, with a smirk, he knew full well what his mother and Lizzy would’ve been up to in the guest bedroom. Still he was glad that was all his mother wanted him to do as he hung up!

Margaret then turned to Lizzie “Are you going to spank him or am I?”

“Why don’t we both spank him?” suggested Lizzie.

“Good idea, we’ve both been offended by his behaviour haven’t we?” Margaret turned to Freddy “Why don’t you take your shoes and socks off?”

“Shoes and socks?” he said sounding worried “What… what for?”

“Because, young man, both Lady Bombast and I are naked under here, and we’re not going to get out of bed for you to feast your eyes upon while we spank you” said Margaret “So that means you’re going to have to come onto the bed, and I don’t want your dirty shoes all over it.”

Freddy’s face fell further, but he stooped obediently to take off his shoes and socks.

“While you’re doing that” said Lady Bombast “You can tell me how you would be spanked at home.”

“Uh, just… normally” he said miserably.

“Normally, what does that mean?” asked Lady Bombast.

“Just, on the bottom” he said with great shame at the mention of the word ‘bottom’.

“What with?” asked Lady Bombast.

“Hand mostly, but maybe… with something… else” he said, glad he was knelt down with his face out of view.

“We’ll start with out hands” said Margaret looking at Lizzy, “And see how we get on.”

“With your trousers down Freddy?” asked Lady Bombast.

“Uh, no, not usually, no …” said Freddy.

“Not with your trousers down?” asked Margaret sceptically “That’s not what your mother said.”

“Well, no, not... I mean, sometimes” said Freddy, wondering exactly what his mother had said to his aunt on the phone.

“And what about your underpants, do they come down too?” asked Lady Bombast.

“No, no, not my... pants” lied Freddy, hoping to spare at least some of his blushes.

Margaret frowned “Now I’m confused” she said “What you’re telling me is so at odds with what your mother told me.” She immediately picked up the phone and started dialling “Let’s ask her shall we?”

“No, no, she does, sometimes, sometimes I have my pants pulled down.” He said quickly, even though the admission was mortifying.

Margaret heard Freddy, but she couldn’t see him while he was knelt at Lizzy’s side of the bed.

“Flora, sorry to bother you again…” said Margaret.

“Oh God, I hope Freddy’s not causing more trouble” said Flora.

“We seem to be having a bit of confusion about how he’s punished, he keeps telling us he doesn’t have his trousers or pants pulled down” said Margaret.

“No, no, I’m not saying that, just that sometimes…” Freddy interrupted.

“I can’t remember ever letting him keep his backside covered for a spanking” said Flora “Maybe for just a quick couple of swats, but not for a proper spanking. Sometimes he is even made to be totally naked before commencing his spanking!”

“I see, alright then, and oh… while were at it, what do you normally spank him with?” asked Margaret.

“Jason’s made a sort of paddle that’s very effective. We only use it for more serious offences, otherwise a wooden hairbrush, whatever comes to hand really” said Flora.

“Alright Flora, thanks, sorry to bother you again” said Margaret.

“Have you started yet?” asked Flora.

“Not yet, he’s still lying about how he gets punished at home, but now we know…” said Margaret.

“Do you want to send of your children over to fetch the paddle? It sounds to me that he deserves it well enough” said Flora.

“No, I don’t want to put you to any trouble” said Margaret .

“It’s no trouble” said Flora “Send one of the children over, I’ll have it ready to be collected!”

Freddy suddenly appeared again, standing bare footed as his aunt hung up from his mother and immediately rang her nearly thirteen year old daughter, Lady Katherine, who the family called Katy, she smiled at Freddy as she gave her daughter instructions to immediately go to her aunt Flora’s apartment and collect the paddle and bring it to the guest bedroom, reiterating to make sure she knocked and waited permission to enter.”

Freddy stared terrified of the consequences of the phone call.

“Your mum had quite a different story to tell about how you get spanked Freddy, so that means that you have not been telling the truth” said his aunt Margaret.

“Someone’s lying?” asked Lady Bombast , looking at Freddy.

“So it seems” said Margaret “I am sure it is Freddy who’s lying, it couldn’t be his mother!”

“Not lying exactly” said Freddy in a high pitched voice “Not lying, just… well, I was only just saying that sometimes…”

“You mother said that at a minimum your trousers and pants always come down and that sometimes for a spanking, your naked and she also said your father has made a special kind of paddle for badly behaved boys” said Margaret .

“Not always, nearly always, but not always, and … being naked and the… paddle, that’s just for really bad things, not normal things” said Freddy growing even more scared.

“Well I think that barging into a lady’s bedroom like you did, swearing foully, and then lying is pretty serious, don’t you?” asked his aunt Margaret.

“Uh… it wasn’t like that though” said Freddy “I didn’t mean to”

“But all the same, you did” said Margaret.

“No… I was after our football, I thought there was no one in here …”

“Well your mother is kindly lending us the paddle, so we can deal with you properly, Katy is on her way to fetch it” said Margaret, .

“Oh, no … is she really?” wailed Freddy

“She certainly is” said Margaret “So for the time being, why don’t you just stand there and contemplate your bad behaviour, while we finish our breakfast and await Katy!”

Freddy stood, dumbfounded. He knew exactly what that paddle felt like, even though it had been two months since he last experienced it, but he definitely didn’t want to experience it now. He had been hoping that he wouldn’t cry in front of his aunt and Lady Bombast, but that was beginning to look very unlikely.

It was not long before there was a loud and repeated knock at the bedroom door.

“Enter” Margaret called out and was surprised to see her two daughters standing there when the door opened.

Lady Bombast looked closely at the two very pretty girls, both about the same height and wearing frilly dresses that hid who was the more developed, so she wasn’t sure who was Katy and who was Georgina but she knew Georgina was eleven and Katy twelve.

“Auntie Flora sent us with this” said one of the girls, holding out a paddle.

“Ah, thank you Katy” said Margaret “I see you have bought Georgina with you as well?”

“Yes mother, Georgina was with me when you rang so she came along with me. That’s ok isn’t it? said Katy.

“Yes … that’s fine, now introduce yourselves to Lady Bombast!” said Margaret.

“I’m Katherine but most people call me Katy” said the girl with the paddle.

“I’m Georgina” said the other girl.

“How old are you both?” asked Lizzy just to be certain she had her facts straight.

“I’m nearly thirteen and Georgina’s eleven” said Katy.

“Nearly twelve” said Georgina with a frown at her sister.

“Well thank you both” said Lady Bombast taking a hold of the paddle.

“I’m sorry Lady Bombast” said Katy quickly “Auntie Flora said we had to give it to Freddy.”

“Give it to him, you mean like… spank him with it?” asked Lady Bombast in surprise.

Katy would have loved to lie and answer that question with a ‘yes’ but she didn’t think she’d be able to get away with a lie that big “Well, I’m not sure” she said, not entirely closing the door on that possibility “She just said to give it to him. I figured she meant hand it to him, so he could give it to mother, but… maybe.” She tensed in anticipation, hoping…

“Oh” said Lady Bombast, “You had better come in and close the door then.” looking slightly confused.

“Oh … I wasn’t going to …” Margaret started to say but her two daughters seizing upon Lady Bombast’s invitation quickly stepped through the doorway and into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.

Katy tried to control her delight, but she couldn’t. Her face lit up and beside her Georgina’s face lit up too. Katy hadn’t expected that they’d be allowed to watch her first cousin Freddy get beaten, but that possibility remained open at the moment thanks to Lady Bombast and if she could do anything to increase their chances she would seize it, but she knew that she shouldn’t appear too eager or that might mess things up.

“Oh Fuck!” said Freddy as he saw his two first cousins allowed to enter the bedroom.

“Freddy swore!” said Katy, feigning shock.

“Freddy Maxwell-Jenkins! As if you’re not in enough trouble as it is!” said Margaret.

Katy handed the paddle to him “I think this is for you” she said.

Freddy stared at it wide eyed. He didn’t want to be hit with this, not at all. He stared, but he didn’t touch it “What are you doing here?” he said in horror.

“Your mother sent us, with this paddle, she said to give it to you” said Katy with a grin.

“Mother meant to hand it to me, that’s all!” Freddy said as he snatched the paddle from her “Bye then!”

Katy just smiled, and Georgina smiled too.

“I said, bye then” said Freddy “You can go now, you’ve done what you were told, now you have to go.”

“Be quiet Freddy, I invited them in.” said Lady Bombast

Margaret looked at Lizzy in surprise, wondering why her two girls were being invited in to the bedroom.

“I think my girls should go now” said Margaret.

“Let them stay, with the return to traditional values, girls as well as boys should be observing punishments. It will help remind them that under traditional values, girls and boys are all treated equally if they are under sixteen years of age! said Lizzy.

“Oh, thank you Lady Bombast” said Katy.

“Well, yes I guess under the return to traditional values rules it’s fine, as you say. I suppose Katy and Georgina could stay but I’m really not sure, my girls have mot been involved in witnessing such a punishment, it might not be in their best interests!” their mother pondered.

“It’s all right” said Katy quickly “We’ve seen lots of spankings before, at St Dunstan’s haven’t we Georgina.”

Georgina shook her head in acknowledgment.

“Don’t forget Margaret, Freddy did swear again” said Lizzie “And in front of the girls. They should witness his punishment for that alone!”

“I know, but still…” said Margaret looking concerned “My girls have never seen Freddy even partly naked before?”

“We may not have seen cousin Freddy naked yet, but we just saw cousin Andrew totally naked, he’s being punished by Aunt Flora ” said Katy.

“You saw Andrew totally naked?” asked Margaret in surprise.

“Yes … Andrew’s going to get a spanking later on” said Georgina.

“Is he?” asked Margaret.

“Yes, Aunt Flora told us, because he kicked his football onto the roof, when he’s not supposed to” said Katy.

“He was stood in their lounge room completely naked when we called to collect the paddle. Auntie Flora’s going to spank with him with the paddle later, but she said she is fed up with his behaviour these holidays and so as added humiliation for his punishment, he’s got to stand there totally naked like that until then” said Georgina.

“Auntie Flora said that if she had any more trouble with Freddy today, he was going to get the same. She even invited Georgina and I to call back later and witness Andrews spanking. She said having us witness his spanking will greatly add to its beneficial effects on Andrew” said Katy.

Georgina nodded in agreement.

“Sounds like Lady Flora’s right into traditional values” said Lizzie.

“Sounds like it” said Margaret

“How old is Andrew?” asked Lizzy.

“He’s fourteen and he’s got a hairy willy, but Freddy probably hasn’t” said Katy “Andrew started talking funny last year and his mother said that was because of his body changing and today when we saw he had a hairy willy, Aunt Flora said that was part of the same changes, but Freddy isn’t talking funny yet so we don’t thing he’s got a hairy willy yet.”

“You make it sound like you two have been discussing your first cousin?” asked Lizzy with a laugh.

“We have” said Katy “We have decided that Freddy’s probably still just a little boy, as he is younger and his voice hadn’t changed!”

Freddy looked on in disbelief, his face reddening further as his cousins talked about him in this intimate way.

“Well, I suspect we are about to find out, … what now then?” asked Lizzie.

“I suppose we ought to get on with Freddy’s punishment then.” replied Margaret.

“No, not with them here, please, I don’t want them to watch!” said Freddy looking terrified.

“It’s okay isn’t it mother for us to stay and watch Freddy punished” said Katy “After all, Auntie Flora said that if Freddy gave any more trouble, she’d deal with him as well as Andrew when he gets home, and she told us that thanks to traditional values, Georgina and I can watch them both both being punished naked in their own lounge room .”

Freddy winced, the thought of spending the rest of the day naked in the lounge and then two beatings on top, that he decided would be even worse.

“Alright, I suppose with the return to traditional values I should let you both stay!” Margaret announced, “Hop up here in the bed between us!” This caused Katy to grab Georgina in a celebratory hug before moving into position on the bed.

Freddy stared in horror at this ridiculous scene as his two first cousins were authorised to stay.

“If you had thoughts of getting out of your spanking because of the girls being present , well I guess you’ve had to think that through again!” said Lizzie with a smile. She was enjoying Freddy’s obvious humiliation and embarrassment!

“Come on Freddy, it’s time!” said Margaret patting the bed in front of her “Up you come.”

Freddy stared at the spot as if it was inhabited by poisonous spiders, he started to undo his trousers. He figured maybe if he could take his trousers and pants down quickly and then get led straight over the bed, his cousins wouldn’t see anything.

“Don’t do that Freddy. Naughty boys don’t take their own trousers down, they have them taken down for them, and I have plenty of experience of taking naughty boys’ trousers down” said Margaret exaggerating rather.

Freddy closed his eyes in misery and shame, and he climbed reluctantly up onto the bed. Unsure of exactly how and where he was wanted, he draped himself face down in front of Margaret across the bed, his bare feet dangling over the edge giving him a slight sense that he wasn’t completely trapped.

“Right up” said Margaret, grabbing the back of his trouser waistband and encouraging him further onto the bed. Freddy lurched further across so that his face was almost in Lizzie’s lap. His bottom was almost smack bang between Katy and Georgina, and the fronts of his thighs rested on Margaret’s lap.

“Now you need to roll over” said Margaret “I can’t undo your trousers while you’re lying face down, now can I?”

“I’ll do it” said Freddy, bringing his hands underneath him, hoping to be able to avoid exposing his front to anyone.

Margaret smacked him sharply on the bottom, causing Katy and Georgina to giggle “Leave that alone and roll over, Freddy, or do you want me to phone your mother and tell her what a naughty boy you’re being?”

“No!” Freddy shrieked and rolled over. The back of his head now rested in Lizzie’s lap and he saw her smiling down at him. He blushed even deeper red, and swallowed, mortified at what he expected was going to happen very soon.

“Just be a good boy, Freddy, and it’ll all be over very soon” said Lizzie gently. Freddy wasn’t comforted. The fact that it would be over soon only meant that it was going to start soon.

“He looks very embarrassed” said Katy.

“So he should be, behaving like that” said Margaret “But I suspect he’s going to get a lot more embarrassed yet.” She brought her hands to the top of his trousers and started to undo them. Freddy whimpered slightly and his bottom shuffled nervously on the bed.

Katy and Georgina watched with fascination, trying to contain their excitement. They had both been waiting for a long time to see Freddy get a spanking, and more importantly, see Freddy’s willy. It was a subject they had discussed many times in secret, but every time they had thought an opportunity would arise, Auntie Flora had sent Freddy to his room to be dealt with privately. It seemed certain now, thanks to traditional values, that they were finally going to get their wish and see what Freddy’s private parts looked like. Georgina rubbed her hands together, and Katy grinned broadly.

Margaret drew Freddy’s zip down and pulled his trousers open at the front. She was surprised to see that he was wearing red y-fronts. She had thought that boys all wore boxer shorts these days when not at school like Rhys did. “Lift your bum a bit” she said.

Freddy lifted his bum, intensely aware of his cousins’ glee. He tried to think of a way out, a way to escape this humiliation, but nothing came to mind short of leaping up and running away. He was smart enough to know that that would only lead to a worse punishment and worse humiliation later on. Maybe, if he could just get this over and done with quickly.

Margaret pulled his trousers down over his hips and slid them down his hairless legs, while Freddy fidgeted with the hem of his t-shirt. He tugged it down a little way, to cover his underpants.

“He’s trying to hide his underpants” complained Georgina.

“Freddy, that’s naughty” said Lizzie “Come here” she took hold of his wrists and pulled them up out of the way.

“Why don’t you take his t-shirt off” suggested Margaret, it sounds like Flora has done that with Andrew, his older brother!

“Good idea!” said Lizzie, moving her hands to the bottom of Freddy’s shirt and dragging it upwards. Freddy’s hands came down again to stop her from removing this garment, which, once his pants were down, would be his last bastion against nakedness.

“Freddy, get those hands out of the way!” said Lizzie.

“Oh, no, please!” said Freddy “Let me keep my t-shirt on, please, let me keep my t-shirt on, I don’t want to be totally naked!”

“Now don’t be such a baby” said Lizzie.

“But it’s all I’ll have left for cover, the girls will see me!” wailed Freddy.

“He’s such a baby!” said Georgina.

“He’s always been like that” said Katy “Andrew’s the same, baby, baby, baby! I think all boys are babies really, aren’t they?”

“Yes a lot of boys are babies” said Lizzie, deliberately encouraging the girls!

“My son Rhys is not a baby” said Margaret, finally tugging the trousers from Freddy’s feet and dropping them on the floor “These days! Well! He’s quite the young man!”

“I must meet your son Margaret ” said Lizzy, “How old is he?”

“He’s fifteen ” said Margaret.

“A dishy age!” Lizzy commented with a wicked smile.

“Yes I suspect so” said Margaret.

“Has he got a girlfriend?” asked Lizzy.

“No, that’s a bit hard, what with him boarding at Archbishops College” said Margaret.

“Ah, yes,of course!” said Lizzy.

“Our brother has probably got boyfriends not girlfriends?” said Katy.

“That’s enough Katy?” said Margaret, looking firmly at her daughter.

“Nothing wrong with having a boyfriend or girlfriend, or both at fifteen ” said Lizzie.

“I think your probably right Lizzy!” said Margaret, not really wanting to go into details about her son’s sexuality with Lizzy, especially with her two daughters present.

“Well, all boys are babies as far as I am concerned!” said Katy emphatically “And that’s why they need girlfriends, to look after them.”

“Really?” said Georgina seriously “I would not want a boyfriend!”

“No, probably not at eleven years of age, but when you’re nearly thirteen you’ll have a much more grown up attitude” said Katy with an air of superiority, that caused Georgina to poke her tongue out at her sister.

“Anyway” said Lizzie “I think we have a naughty boy to punish, and he still hasn’t moved his hands away from his t-shirt.”

“I’m cold as well!” said Freddy, this being the best he had been able to come up with while the girls were jabbering away “And I don’t want to get ill.”

“We’ll soon warm you up” said Margaret.

“Come on Freddy” said Lizzie patiently “If we can just get this over and done with you can go home and be done with it. If you’re going to be difficult like this then your aunt is going to have to phone your mother again, and that means being punished here and then being punished again when you get home, and none of us want that do we?”

Katy and Georgina’s expressions didn’t exactly agree with Lizzie’s claim, but Margaret patted his thighs “Come on Freddy, be a good boy” she said.

Filling with ever deeper pools of misery, Freddy brought his hands away from his t-shirt, and Lizzie drew it up his body, coaxed his arms up, exposing momentarily his hairless arm pits and then pulled the t-shirt from him. Freddy dropped his hands back to his sides. He was now completely naked apart from his red y-fronts.

Margaret brought her hands up to the waistband, while staring down at them. There didn’t appear to be much inside them from what she could see.

“Don’t you wear boxer shorts, Freddy?” she asked.

He shook his head in embarrassment, not understanding why they had to discuss his underwear. It wasn’t that he had any say in what he wore.

“Mother doesn’t believe in boxer shorts” Freddy informed. “Andrew wears y-fronts as well. Mother thinks that boxer shorts make boys think too much of themselves, they get big headed and think they’re all grown up!”

“An interesting concept, that Y-fronts remind them that they’re just little boys” said Lizzy.

“I’ve never stipulated underwear with Rhys” said Margaret, giving Lizzie a wry look. “Flora might be right about Y-fronts, I am sure they keep the boy feeling much more caged than boxers!”

“Yes, maybe it’s has something to do with having more freedom in boxers? Everything hanging loose and jiggling about, makes them more aware and more… well, lusty” said Lizzie.

“Have you got a girlfriend yet, Freddy?” asked Margaret.

“He’d never get a girlfriend!” said Katy with a kind of snorting laugh.

“Oh, now, don’t be cruel” said Margaret “He’s a handsome enough boy.”

“He’s not handsome, he just looks weird, and he’s just a little boy, I can’t imagine any girl wanting to kiss him” said Katy.

“Oh don’t be nasty” said Lizzie “He’s cute. Look at his little tummy button.”

Freddy’s tummy button was deep and Lizzie brought a finger down to it and tickled.

Freddy shrieked.

“Oh, I think he must be ticklish” said Lizzie.

“Looks like he is” said Katy as she brought her fingers to his sides and wiggled them up and down.

“Yes!” said Georgina launching her wiggling finger at him too.

Freddy bucked and writhed on the bed, shrieking at the top of his voice.

“Enough!” said Margaret “Come on girls, leave him alone!”

The girls withdrew their hands very reluctantly, but they grinned down at him with glee. Freddy’s face, which couldn’t have got any redder, turned away from them in misery. He tried to bring his breathing back under control.

“Aren’t you going to take his underpants off?” asked Georgina.

“You are very keen?” said Margaret.

“No” said Katy quickly “we’re not, we just want… to see Freddy punished properly, if he’s been naughty. We don’t want to have to tell Auntie Flora that he wasn’t punished properly, he might get into more trouble.”

“Yes, we don’t want him to get into trouble” lied Georgina.

“Hmmmm, I’m not convinced about that” said Margaret, her voice dripping with scepticism.

“If you girls don’t behave yourselves you two might be getting a spanking next” said Lizzie “Naughty girls get their bottoms smacked too under traditional values you know.”

“No, we’re not naughty” said Katy in a slight panic that Lady Bombast had raised that possibility.

“No, we’re good girls!” said Georgina.

Katy elbowed Georgina, feeling the raising of spanking was all her fault. Georgina elbowed Katy back.

“Stop it girls, or I will take Lady Bombast’s advice” said Margaret, “Heaven knows you both have been up to a lot of mischief there’s holidays just like Andrew and Freddy! “Now back to Freddy, it’s his y-fronts we have to deal with right now, so…”

Margaret started pulling Freddy’s underpants down and he whimpered again. Katy and Georgina stopped elbowing each other and concentrated their stares right in the centre of Freddy’s groin.

Freddy squirmed in humiliation as he felt his underpants coming down and his willy coming into view. Katy and Georgina squealed with delight when they saw for the very first time, his most private parts, all curled up and cute. Freddy’s willy was currently flaccid and a little under two inches long nestled on a small, but noticeable, pillow of balls, balls that were yet to drop, but we’re plump, clearly indicating that they had began growing. His willy, while still thin and child sized, was also showing the first signs of lengthening and thickening and was topped by a sparse thin ring of dark pubic hairs sprouting around the base of his willy.

“He’s got pubic hair!” shouted Georgina. “I thought you said he would still be bald as boys develop later than us girls!”

“Yeah, I didn’t think he would have hair there!” said a surprised Katy, “But it’s not much though, not like Andrew, he’s got a much thicker bush of pubes.”

“Freddy has no title and now has no clothes!” teased Georgina.

“Georgina!” Margaret admonished.

Georgina and Katy were always teasing Freddy about the fact that as the issue of a second son of a peer of the Unified Kingdom, Freddy had no noble title. He closed his eyes tight shut and held his breath, as though by ignoring the world around him it might ignore him in return. He could feel his pants being drawn further down his legs and off his feet, and he was excruciatingly aware that he was now completely naked.

“Boys develop at different rates” said Lizzie.

“And different things happen at different time for different boys” said Margaret.

“Do they?” asked Georgina.

“Yes” said Margaret “Rhys got his first pubic hair before he turned twelve if I remember correctly and his voice broke soon after.”

“Really!” exclaimed Katy.

Margaret seemed entirely unaware that Rhys despite his liberal and open nature and pride at his early development would probably still be embarrassed if he knew his mother was openly discussing something so personal, so intimate, with his sisters and Lady Bombast!

“Freddy’s willy and balls are smaller than Andrew’s as well” said Georgina casually.

“As I said Georgina, different things happen at different time for different boys and Freddy is a year younger than Andrew, so it’s not fair to make comparisons like that.” said Margaret.

“Katy and Georgina, you do know that even at the same age, boys have different sized willies, balls and amounts of pubic hair just like you girls will develop different sized breasts and amount pubic hair, probably at different times,” said Lizzy.

“I didn’t know that” Georgina exclaimed.

“That’s because your only eleven years of age, but when you’re nearly thirteen, like I am, you’ll know much more about such things!” said Katy with a false air of superiority, because in truth a lot of this was news to her, just as it was for her sister Georgina.

Freddy had never looked forward to a spanking so much in all his young life. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to be rolled over, where his private parts could return to being private, and the girls could have some other, less humiliating, topic of conversation.

“Can we… touch it?” asked Katy, overcome with excitement.

Freddy’s whole body tensed at the thought ‘Touch it!?’

“No, I don’t think that would be right” said Margaret “Let’s allow him some dignity at least.”

“He won’t mind” said Georgina.

“I bloody would!” complained Freddy loudly.

“Language Freddy” said Margaret as she shook her head and started to wonder whether it might not have been a better idea to make her daughters wait elsewhere than in the bedroom. She knew that her daughters were both excitable and mischievous but she had not expected them to be anywhere near as rude or forward as this.

“Come on Freddy, enough of the swearing. Let’s get you on your front, then we can get on with it” said Lizzy.

Freddy rolled quickly. He didn’t need a second invitation, and he made sure he rolled away from the girls, to hide his groin as quickly as possible. The girls sighed disappointedly and switched their attention to his bottom instead.

“Can we at least smack him?” asked Georgina “Instead?”

“No you can’t, will you two behave yourselves!” said Margaret, giving Lizzie a shocked look.

Lizzie smiled back “They’re just curious” she said “Don’t you remember being that age?”

“I wasn’t anything like this at their age” said Margaret.

“Weren’t you?” said Lizzie, remembering what she was like at Katy’s age, although she felt she had been a lot more mature than Katy appeared to be!

“I think I’ll just give him a spanking with my hand” said Margaret as she drew her hand up and brought it back down again onto Freddy’s bottom. The sound was a nice loud slapping noise which was much more dramatic noise wise than pain wise. The girls sat themselves a little straighter to enjoy the show and continued to stare at Freddy’s now wobbling bottom.

Lizzie dropped a hand to the back of Freddy’s head and she stroked his hair almost sympathetically, as Margaret continued with the spanking. Freddy lay silently, determined not to embarrass himself any further by crying, and he remained as still as he could manage. He felt a lot more comfortable with his private parts hidden under him and with his face buried in the covers over Lizzie’s lap.

Margaret didn’t spank him for too long before her hand started to sting a little. Freddy’s bottom had been turned a nice pink colour and she looked up at Lizzie “Your turn?”

Lizzie reached a hand down and continued the spanking; her hand striking from a very different angle and her palm contacting the very bottom of his buttocks. Freddy endured this in silence, despite the heat beginning to build up. He maintained his determination not to cry or make any fuss.

Lizzie also didn’t spank him for very long, and again, mostly because her hand was beginning to hurt.

“There” she said, with one last smack “That’ll do.”

Freddy relaxed, hoping that this was the end of it and he could go now. He was greatly relived that he hadn’t humiliated himself by crying.

“Isn’t he going to get the paddle?” asked Katy, sounding rather disappointed.

“Well that depends” said Margaret “I think he’s probably sorry enough now, aren’t you Freddy?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, I really am” said Freddy sounding utterly sincere.

“Then there’s no need for any more punishment” said Margaret, looking over at Lizzie for conformation.

“No, I think that’s enough” said Lizzie “He’s been naughty, he’s been punished, and it was a very embarrassing punishment too, what with you girls being here to see him totally naked, so let’s leave it at that.”

“But Auntie Flora would give him the paddle” said Katy.

“Well we’re not Auntie Flora are we?” said Margaret “We said we’d punish him and we have, there’s an end to it.”

“He’ll get it at home if Auntie Flora finds out he got off so lightly” said Georgina.

“He hasn’t got off lightly” said Margaret.

“And she won’t find out either, will she?” said Lizzie.

The two girls remained silent, having every intention to report how Freddy didn’t hardly get punished at all, but was let off with the lightest of possible spankings for a naughty boy. They were quietly looking forward to seeing Freddy spend the rest of the day standing naked in his lounge next to Andrew his brother.

“Margaret, I am afraid that I think Flora will find out!” insisted Lizzie, understanding the meaning of the girls silence.

Margaret looked at her two daughters, but remained silent, forcing Katy to eventually respond.

“We’ll have to tell her mother, if Aunty Flora asks” said Katy “It’s not right to lie.”

“No, we have to tell the truth. You should always tell the truth” said Georgina with a very pious expression.

“And the truth is that Freddy has been properly punished” said Margaret.

Neither of the girls responded to this obvious distortion of what they saw as the truth. They did continue to stare at Freddy’s bottom though.

“Come on then Freddy, roll over. You can make your apologies and then get dressed” said Margaret.

Freddy started to roll over, not wanting to display his privates to the girls once again, but knowing that this was the last humiliation before he was released and could run away to safety.

“If you hit him with the paddle just a little bit, that would make it fairer” said Katy.

Freddy lay on his back, his bright red face pointed at the ceiling. He didn’t make a sound for fear of inviting further punishment, but he wanted to shout at his cousins to shut up or he was going to thump them.

“If you two don’t stop it, I’m going to be taking your knickers down and applying the paddle to your bare bottoms” said Margaret.

Freddy held his breath. Was she serious? Might she really do this, or was this an empty threat? He knew that his cousins did get spanked very occasionally, even before the return to traditional values, but it was never in front of anyone. For a moment he allowed himself to imagine Katy and Georgina bent over, their two bright red bare bottoms sticking out, and bawling their apologies for being so mean. He allowed himself the smallest of grins, before realising what a terrible mistake he had made.

“He’s getting all hard” shouted Katy, as Freddy’s willy started to extend to it’s full erected length of around four inches.

“Oh, stop that Freddy!” shouted Margaret, before clamping a hand quickly down on Freddy’s groin. This contact didn’t help Freddy at all, and Margaret felt him growing across her palm. In a panic she looked round until she grabbed a pillow and slammed that down on him instead.

Katy and Georgina giggled uncontrollably “Freddy’s got a stiffy!” they yelled as Freddy’s face turned a darker shade of red altogether.

“Perhaps it would be better if Freddy got dressed first and then made his apologies” said Lizzie with a smirk.

Margaret was turning red herself, but was still holding the pillow down in place. Freddy took control of the pillow himself and shuffled himself across the bed until he toppled carefully off it to the floor. Keeping the pillow substantially in place he started to pull his underpants on again.

“Freddy is such a naughty boy, isn’t he!” said Georgina.

“Yes he is, that stiffy will soon disappear once he is paddled!” said Katy

“As far as I am concerned, it is not Freddy who needs the paddle, it is you two girls who are the naughty ones!” said Lizzie.

“Oh no, we’re not naughty really.” said Katy

“I’ve a good mind to ask for your mothers permission to spank you both as well, and we’ll see how you like being spanked in front of your cousin” said Lizzie, “I’m sure Freddy won’t mind.”

“It’s because of his stiff willy” said Georgina.

“Yes that’s what’s made us naughty, it’s not because we are, but because of that.” said Katy.

After Lizzie’s comments, Margaret suddenly didn’t feel so guilty about speaking so harshly to her girls. They had so far escaped any major consequences from the reintroduction of traditional values and a public spanking in front of their cousin would be a terrible shock and probably one they actually needed to suffer she now realised.

At that moment Margaret realised that there was something in their expressions, their looks of innocence that appeared to be completely fake to her now. She paused to reflect on the behaviour of her two daughters over time, how they had tormented their older brother Rhys and their cousins Andrew and Freddy over many years, always scheming to get one of the boys in trouble, and her brow creased in suspicion.

“Girls, I am begging to realise that Lady Bombast is right about spanking you both, especially now that everything has changed with the return to traditional values!” Margaret informed her shocked daughters.

“No mother” exclaimed Katy “You can’t seriously be thinking that!”

“I am and both you girls have been warned. I don’t think you will be complaining to your your aunt about Freddy’s punishment being too lenient! said Margaret.

“Well that’s enough about this for now” said Lizzie, giving Margaret a nod.

Katy and Georgina effected expressions of supreme shock and hung their heads.

Freddy popped up, fully dressed now, and having spent his time rehearsing as well as dressing.

“I’m sorry for barging in, and swearing. I’m sorry for staring at… at… for staring, and everything” he said dripping with sincerity.

“Alright darling” said Margaret giving him a hug “You just be good, and try not to make your mother cross when you get home.”

“I won’t” said Freddy.

Katy and Georgina exchanged sly looks.

“Come and give me a hug” said Lizzie.

Freddy made his way slowly around the bed, making sure that his body language remained apologetic, and Lady Bombast wrapped her arms around him, hugging him to her. Just as with his aunt Margaret, Freddy was very conscious of his being squashed by bare breasts, and this did nothing to help control the erection which remained in his pants.

“You just listen to Auntie Margaret, and don’t get yourself into any more trouble” said Lizzie.

“I won’t” said Freddy again.

Katy and Georgina eyed Freddy resentfully. They had wanted to see him get the paddle. They had wanted to see him cry. But now it looked like he was going to walk away almost scot free, with barely any punishment at all. True, they had seen his willy, but they hadn’t been allowed to touch it or tease him about it very much and they had only very briefly seen it start to get hard before it had been covered up. It would be enough to tease him with for a while, but it would be better to have more to tease him with; something substantial. And at the moment, with their mothers warning, it looked they were going to be robbed of that.

Both girls knew that time was rapidly running out. If they could think of something before he left, no matter how small, they might just be able to achieve a little bit more. Their minds whirred and clicked and span with the effort of searching for this key.

“Do you know? I could murder another cup of tea!” said Lizzie.

“Me too” said Margaret. She examined the contents of the teapot “This is stewed.” She turned to Freddy, who waited expectantly to be dismissed “Will you do me a favour Freddy? Will you go downstairs, find Mrs Fawkner the housekeeper and ask her to make us another pot of tea.” She handed Freddy the teapot.

As keen as Freddy was to get away he wasn’t going to refuse any requests from his aunt or Lady Bombast. He headed out immediately with the teapot.

“We ought to get up” said Margaret.

“I don’t know” said Lizzie “We could spend the whole morning in bed.

Margaret smiled and blushed a little.

“Can we take the paddle back to Aunt Flora and escort Freddy home, to make sure he behaves?” asked Katy.

“Oh yes” said Georgina, very much looking forward to another opportunity to tease cousin Freddy. “Can we spank him if he’s naughty on the way home?” asked Georgina.

“No, you can not” said Margaret “And don’t forget we’ll be ringing Aunt Flora to make sure she knows Freddy’s been properly dealt with.”

Georgina looked very disappointed, as Katy elbowed her to keep silent.

“But… but…” Georgina said ignoring her sisters elbow, “You didn’t even punish Freddy properly.”

“He was punished properly and you watch your mouth Miss, I am sick of warning you” said Margaret.

“But Georgina is correct, you didn’t even give Freddy the paddle” said Katy, unable any longer to hold her tongue and sounding very annoyed at this perceived failure.

“I think Freddy’s more in need of protection from the girls than from us!” said Lizzie.

Before Margaret could react to the renewed defiance from her daughters, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

“Enter” Margaret called out after ensuring that Lizzie and her were properly covered.

Freddy returned with the newly brewed teapot and carried it over to the bedside table and placed it on the tray where it had earlier resided. Behind Freddy, was Rhys Maxwell- Jenkins, Margaret’s eldest, who entered with the football from the roof in his possession, he didn’t knock, but went straight in behind his cousin Freddy.

Rhys put the football down and took the tray and lifted it onto to bed, placing it carefully between his mother and the other women. Lizzie smiled at him, he was certainly a handsome fit young man, as he lifted the milk jug to give it a sniff. The milk was fine.

“May I introduce my son Rhys, Lord St Paul, said Margaret “And Rhys, this is Lady Elizabeth Bombast!”

Rhys looked only mildly surprised that Lady Bombast and his mother were naked in bed together.

Rhys nodded his head in acknowledgement at Lady Bombast.

Lizzie smiled back and and offered her hand to Rhys for him to shake.

Rhys returned the offered hand shake.

“A pleasure to finally meet you Lord St Paul” said Lizzie and Rhys replied, “The please is all mine My Lady”

“Rhys my darling, I’m sorry, that your first meeting with Lady Bombast is in such an unusual circumstance, I do hope you don’t mind us both being totally naked under these sheets” said Margaret openly to her son.

As pleasantries were exchanged, the worried looking Freddy moved over to a corner of the bedroom, waiting to be dismissed and sent home.

Katy and Georgina had scampered out of the bed when Freddy and Rhys had arrived. The two girls made sure they joined Freddy in the corner of the bedroom as Margaret and Lizzie partook of their new cups of tea and carried on a polite conversation with Rhys.

Freddy had to spent the next few minutes having to listen to his cousins whispers, as they rudely discussed his body and especially his willy, balls and pubes. This, he felt sure, was going to be their main topic of conversation for years to come and they would delight in embarrassing him as often as possible. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he had a lingering feeling that his humiliation and embarrassment wasn’t all over yet, and that Katy and Georgina would manage to somehow get him naked and spanked some more; either here, or at home. His head was soon hung with the shame of it all! The contrast between Freddy’s mood and body language and that of Katy and Georgina was startling.

Margaret couldn’t help but notice her daughters whispers, renewed giggling and overall happy and joyful nature.

“Girls stand over there please” said Margaret, indicating the opposite corner of the bedroom to where Freddy and the girls were currently standing.

“Come on Freddy” said Katy taking his hand. Georgina grabbed his other hand, and they took him, skipping across the room “He’s still just a little boy really despite his pubes, he needs us to look after him” said Katy to her sister, making no effort to hide her voice.

“Katy, I have warned you and Georgina enough times, to stop tormenting Freddy! I didn’t ask Freddy to move position, only you!” said Margaret.

Georgina pulled a face of disapproval and Katy glared at Freddy, but neither let go of his hand.

Margaret looked over at Freddy as he was pulled across the room by her daughters “Can you bring me the paddle please Freddy?” she suddenly asked.

The two girls stopped in their tracks and Freddy, his arms suddenly free, came forward, picked up the paddle and made his way around the bed. He was hoping that the paddle was not for him, maybe even for use on Katy and Georgina but he was now so depressed he couldn’t entirely eliminate the possibility that he was going to get it himself.

Margaret took the paddle from him and she felt so very sorry for Freddy now. Why don’t you stay there until we’re finished” said Margaret, hoping he would feel better separated from his revolting cousins.

Freddy whimpered and went cold. He could only imagine this meant that he was in line for a stark naked paddling! Margaret didn’t notice his response as she turned back to look her daughters.

“Freddy’s crying and you haven’t even spanked him again yet” said Georgina.

Margaret turned to Freddy in surprise and saw that he was indeed crying. She couldn’t ever remember seeing such a sad and miserable face. Her heart broke at the sight.

“Freddy, come here darling” said Margaret, holding her arms out to the boy.

Freddy backed away in terror, fearful that his turn to meet the dreaded paddle had now come.

“Come on Freddy, I’m not going to hurt you” said Margaret.

Something in Margaret’s tone comforted him slightly and although this didn’t convince him he wasn’t next for the paddle he moved forward. Margaret wrapped her arms around him “What’s the matter? It’s alright Freddy, you’re not in any more trouble.”

“They’ll… they’ll get me in trouble” he blubbered.

There was no need for him to indicate who ‘they’ were, it was obvious to all present. Katy frowned and quickly responded, “He should be spanked again” she said “In fact he should be paddled, because he’s trying to get us in trouble …isn’t he Georgina!”

“Yes” said Georgina affecting the saddest most self pitying face imaginable “He should be paddled bare until he’s properly crying.”

Freddy started shaking “I’m not trying to get them in trouble, they’re doing a good job of that without my help!”

“Shhhhh” said Margaret trying to haul him onto the bed “You come up here, it’s going to be alright.”

“Oh no!” said Freddy as he felt himself lifted, but he didn’t dare fight back.

Margaret lifted him, cuddled him on her lap, for a few seconds and then sat him beside her, next to Lizzie “Freddy darling, listen, you’re not in any trouble and you’re not going to be spanked any more” said Margaret.

Freddy looked at her with big tearful eyes “Really?” he said, hardly able to believe it.

“Really” said Margaret, she stroked his face and then gave him a kiss on the cheek. Lizzie, lying on his other side stroked his thigh and smiled at him.

“No” said Margaret, “I think the shoe is now on entirely the other foot!”

Freddy relaxed a little, but he still didn’t feel safe. He wouldn’t feel safe, not while his cousins were still present. He knew they were clever, he knew they were cruel, and he couldn’t rule out the possibility that they’d think of something, something convincing, that persuaded their mother to change her mind.

Margaret looked over at her two daughters. They looked disappointed that Freddy was being given such a reprieve, but neither of them had given up hope yet “Katy, Georgina, come over here please” said Margaret.

“The girls started over towards the bed.

“Because it’s your turn for a spanking now” said Margaret.

The girls stopped dead in their tracks and stared at Margaret in utter disbelief.

“Don’t you look at me like that!” said Margaret, staring back at her two indignant and disbelieving daughters, “Your behaviour here this morning, with the way you’ve teased Freddy and trying to get him into trouble, more than justifies you getting a spanking young ladies.”

Both girls were so stunned at this revelation that they were momentarily speechless and frozen. Katy recovered first “You can’t be serious mother, I mean you can’t spank us, not with Freddy’s here, that’s just not allowed” she said.

“That’s right” said Georgina, “It’s not allowed!”

“Having talked to Lady Bombast” said Margaret “I am entirely satisfied that being spanked in front of a boy is totally allowed under the new return to traditional values rules.”

The two girls frowned and pouted at their mothers pronouncement.

“No, that can’t be correct and anyway, Rhys is here as well as Freddy” said Katy.

“And he’s never been allowed to be here when we get spanked.” said Georgina

“Everything has changed since the return of Traditional Values!” said Lizzie, “I think I know two little girls who are going to be spending the rest of the day stood side of and I’m guessing that these same two little girls are going to be totally naked. I think I’ll recommend to their mother that they also get a spanking before bed as well!”

Katy and Georgina looked annoyed and horrified at Lady Bombast’s suggestions.

“Freddy, why don’t you take your shoes and socks off since you’re on the bed” said Margaret, making sure she smiled reassuringly at him.

Freddy looked at her plaintively.

“It’s alright darling, it’s definitely only the girls who are going to get a spanking” said Margaret, patting him on the arm.

Freddy turned his head to look at his two first cousins and then he looked down at his shoes. He was still scared, but he started taking them off anyway.

“I’m sure that you two won’t be teased the way you were teasing Freddy” said Margaret. “I’m sure that Freddy won’t spend all day in the lounge staring at you and making comments, I’m sure he won’t be staring at your bodies the way you would be staring at his willy and teasing you constantly. So it won’t be so bad.”

“Freddy will!” yelled Georgina.

“Oh, will he?” said Lizzie trying to sound sympathetic, “Well, what a shame.”

“My sisters have tried to get me into trouble and teased me loads of times too over the years when I was younger ” said Rhys.

“I bet they have” said Margaret “And now they’re going to get a lesson in just what that feels like. Georgina your the younger, we will start with you. Take your dress off please!”

Georgina hesitated “No, no, you can’t do that! You can spank me, but, not on my bare bottom, not with Rhys and Freddy here!”

“I’m the one who will decide how you get spanked, not you, young lady. Now take your dress off” said Margaret sternly.

Georgina did not move. She stared at Margaret, eyes wide, mouths open, still unable to believe what her mother was suggesting “I never get spanked in front of Freddy”.

“You were very keen for Freddy to have to take his trousers and pants down” said Margaret “And what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”

“I’d get moving Georgina” said Lizzie, “Otherwise I will ask the boys to assist in undressing you!“

Georgina cracked at this threat. The idea of her brother and first cousin stripping her naked and staring at her was just too much to bear. She started to unbutton her dress at the front.

“No, don’t get the boys involved, I’m doing it, look!” Georgina nervously exclaimed.

Freddy was fully focused on his younger cousins body as the nearly twelve years old Georgina shyly removed her dress. She had ladybirds printed on her white knickers and was wearing a plain white bra.

Freddy was not the only person who was focusing attention on Georgina’s bra. Katy was looking very surprised that her eleven year old younger sister was already wearing a bra. At Georgina’s current age, Katy had no breast development that would have needed a bra.

“You can take the bra off Georgina and then put your hands on your head” said Margaret.

Georgina hesitated again, gulping and flicking her eyes across to Freddy. He was staring at her and she dropped her eyes.

“Georgina, if you don’t do as you’re told I am going to give you such a spanking you won’t believe it” said Margaret sharply.

Georgina started crying as she unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor. She quickly put her hands over her breasts, before reluctantly raising them to her head as she stared down at the floor in shame. Her breasts were developing nicely, already being about the size of half a lemon, each with a brownish circle, three quarters an inch across and a central pink nipple.

Lizzie looked down at Freddy, intending to smile at him reassuringly, but she could see a distinct lump in his trousers, and she had no doubt about its cause “Why don’t you scoot under the covers?” she suggested to him.

Freddy looked at her briefly, and then down at himself, following her gaze. He realised she was staring at his stiffy and he jumped under the covers quickly; covering himself up.

“There” said Lizzie “That’s better, now the girls don’t have to see.”

Freddy blushed and looked back over at Georgina.

“Georgina”said Margaret “Come on, over here!”

Georgina took a faltering step, then another, and then another. She continued in a jerky, reluctant kind of motion until she was stood by the bed. By the time she had arrived she was crying!

“Rhys darling, be a love and pour us both a new cup of tea will you please?” asked Margaret.

Rhys was swiftly in motion.

Margaret lifted Georgina onto the bed, and Georgina squirmed herself into a face down position.

“No darling, face up!” said Margaret.

“No, spankings are on the bottom” said Georgina, not wanting Freddy to see her front.

“Freddy was face up when his pants came down, you’re going to be face up when your knickers come down” said Margaret “Its only fair.”

“Oh no, no, no, no” wailed Georgina as Margaret forced her over onto her back.

“Are you a virgin, Freddy?” Lizzie whispered to the boy.

Freddy turned to Lizzie, blushing, surprised by the question, he nodded and then hung his head a little shamefully. Freddy still looked so miserable, despite his cousins’ impending spankings. Lizzie felt sorry for him and wanted to do something to cheer him up. She slipped her arm under the duvet and patted his thigh.

Margaret started pulling Georgina’s knickers down, but Georgina grabbed them suddenly and tried to hold them in place.

“No” said Margaret and she smacked Georgina sharply on the front of the thigh.

“Ow!” said Georgina removing her hands and again bursting into tears.

Margaret continued pulling Georgina’s knickers down, and pulled them off just as Rhys placed a cup of tea on the bedside table next to her.

“Thanks darling” she said to Rhys.

Both Rhys and Freddy stared at Georgina’s fanny. Rhys had never seen his sisters naked since they were very little girls. Freddy had never ever seen a naked girl, that he could remember!

As soon as Georgina’s groin was uncovered, Freddy gasped. What he saw looked much more grown up than he had imagined Georgina would look like down there.

Crowning her vulva, was a small compact bush of dark pubic hair. Her labia lips were quite pronounced and very slightly open and there was a very noticeable fringe of pubic hair fringing these lips. Peering down from the top didn’t give Freddy the best view, but it looked to him as though there was a little nub poking out between her labia at the top.

He thought what he saw looked beautiful and arousing, he moaned slightly at the sight of it. He jumped suddenly as he felt Lady Bombast’s hand creep across his thigh to his groin. He felt her pressing against his erection through is trousers. He moaned louder and turned to look at Lady Bombast, his face flushing bright red.

“Shhhh! It’s okay, just enjoy it” said Lady Bombast quietly.

Freddy gulped. It was enjoyable, even at the same time that it was really embarrassing. He turned to look back at Georgina again, just in time for another quick look at her exposed fanny as his aunt Margaret was turning her over.

Rhys kept himself busy in a partially successful attempt at stopping a full erection. It may have been his eleven year old sister who was naked in the room, but it was still a naked girl and he was aroused! He crossed the bedroom with another cup of tea and placed it carefully on the bedside table on the other side of the bed; the side currently occupied by Lady Bombast. She grinned at him and winked, letting the duvet slip down to uncover her breasts.

Rhys gulped and moved swiftly away, realising it was already too late as his penis started to fully stiffen. He returned to his previous position at the side of the room, putting his hands strategically where they offered the most cover without making his erection look obvious, whilst trying to will his impending erection away.

Margaret started to spank Georgina’s very cute little bottom, and Freddy stared at this delectable sight as he moaned quietly at Lizzie’s squeezing. Margaret was as swift and savage as Lizzie was slow and gentle, and Freddy’s moans were covered by Georgina’s cries. Margaret switched to the paddle quite quickly and worked up a rapid tattoo on Georgina’s bottom with it. She didn’t stop until she was convinced that Georgina’s tears were the genuine article, and that her daughter was sincerely sorry rather than just putting on a crocodile tears act.

Lizzie, not wanting Freddy to soil his pants, moved her hand back to his thigh, and just rested it there for the time being.

“Go and stand by your sister, with your hands on your head” said Margaret, giving Georgina one last smack with her hand.

Georgina scrabbled from the bed at high speed, almost falling from it as she climbed off. Her embarrassment at being naked in front of Freddy and Rhys and the others was completely submerged under the flaming pain in her bottom. She continued to cry heavily as she stood with her hands on her head as instructed.

Margaret lifted her cup and saucer from the bedside table and sipped tea for a little while. She kept her eyes firmly fixed on Katy, who stood trembling in fear and anticipation. Margaret thought her older daughter would benefit from the delay, especially since she seemed to think that such delays were a good punishment for her first cousin.

Lizzie copied Margaret, removing her hand from under the duvet, and she sipped her own tea.

“Mmmm, good tea, Lord St Paul” complemented Lady Bombast.

Rhys offered a weak smile in response, but having only just managed to rid himself of his full erection, he did not look over long at her.

Margaret set her cup down in her saucer with the faintest of rattles, her nose full of the smell of tea, and she sighed contentedly “Yes Lizzie, your right, that was a really nice cup of tea, thank you Rhys.”

Rhys again hardy looked up, but he added a small nod to his faint smile.

Georgina was still crying with her head down and next to her the still dressed Katy was shaking in fear of her own imminent demise.

Margaret put her cup laden saucer aside, and turned back to Katy, narrowing her eyes at her older daughter, “Katy, come here please!” she said.

“Oh no!” wailed Katy in desperation “Please don’t spank me mother!”

“Right here, this minute young lady, or I’m going to do a lot more than spank you!” threatened Margaret.

Years of conditioning had taught Katy that this tone of voice was one to be obeyed, and it was this conditioning which propelled her young body forward.

“Remove your dress please!” Margaret ordered.

Katy’s resolve was already broken and she started unbuttoning her dress, having witnessed her sisters punishment and humiliation she had come to the conclusion that compliance was the best course of action.

Katy was just shy of turning thirteen years of age, but she didn’t as yet wear a bra! Her young breasts were only just beginning to bud. She put her hands over them in shame. Kate wore identical white white cotton knickers to Georgina, the only difference being that Katy’s knickers had wild flowers printed on them instead of ladybirds.

Margaret didn’t so much haul Katy up onto the bed, but guide her. But Katy could only force herself to comply and as with Georgina, Margaret had to fight the girl into lying on her back rather than her front.

“Please let me keep my knickers on” Katy pleaded, bringing her knees up defensively.

“You wanted Freddy’s pants off keenly enough” said Margaret “And your knickers are coming off the same way.”

Lady Bombast put her cup and saucer aside and slipped her arm under the duvet again. It found its way again to Freddy’s lap and a quick, experimental squeeze, confirmed he was still as excited as before. Lizzie fancied he was going to be even more excited in a minute.

“Put your legs down, Katy!” instructed Margaret.

“No, please mother, I’m a lot older than Georgina, she’s just a little girl” begged Katy “I’m nearly thirteen!”

“I don’t care how old you are, we can already see that your younger sister has much more breast development than you do, so get your legs down!” said Margaret, slapping the side of Katy’s thigh.

Katy yelped, but she didn’t obey “Please, I’m sorry already, I’m really sorry. I promise we won’t tease Freddy, I promise!” wailed Katy with renewed tears.

Freddy yelped as well, as he felt Lady Bombast’s hand undoing his trousers “Oh no!” he said suddenly.

“Sshhh!” said Lizzie “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you, it’s going to be nice.”

Margaret ignored Katy for the moment and looked aside at Freddy and Lizzie, she looked down and saw the suspicious movements under the duvet “What are you…” she began as she lifted the duvet and peered underneath “Oh, Lizzie” she said.

“Just trying to cheer him up” said Lizzie “Give him something nice to remember us by.”

Margaret shook her head and leant down to kiss Freddy on the cheek “You be a good cooperative boy for Lady Bombast.” she said gently.

Freddy had no idea what she meant, but lying in between two beautiful naked women, and having one of them kiss him on the cheek while the other was opening up the front of his trousers was an experience he had never even dreamed of before. He didn’t know whether he was going to like it or not, but when Lizzie slid a hand down inside his y-fronts and started stroking his naked stiffy he closed his eyes and moaned. This was definitely a million million miles away from touching himself, and a billion gazillion miles away from being spanked.

Margaret turned her attention back to Katy, who had still not straightened her legs “Katy, if you haven’t straightened your legs by the time I count to three I am really going to get cross with you and you are going to be very sorry.”

Katy trembled and shook, but she didn’t lower her legs and she grabbed a tight hold of the top of her knickers.

“One…” said Margaret, counting quite slowly “Two… Katy, I’m warning you one last time. You’re going to get exactly the same as Georgina got, but and if you’re legs aren’t straight by the time I get to three I am going to add another, even worse punishment.” She paused for a moment, but there was no movement from Katy “Alright then… three” said Margaret with a sigh.

“Georgina come here!” she said “Lizzie, give me a hand, grab her wrists will you.”

Lizzie abandoned Freddy’s erection and grabbed hold of Katy’s wrists. Freddy groaned as he felt his over excited willy abandoned and he frowned slightly, wondering if his fun was at an end. He sat up slightly, feeling his glans scrape across the sheet. He nearly came and he grunted, before carefully putting his willy back inside his pants. He stared down at the now struggling Katy.

“Grab her ankles and pull” Margaret said to Georgina who stood miserably beside the bed.

Katy struggled for all she was worth as Lizzie and Georgina stretched her out in front of Margaret “No, no, no, no, no!” she wailed, twisting her body from side to side. Margaret slapped the front of Katy’s thigh again, but this just caused the girl to struggle and cry even harder. Georgina was having difficulty, she couldn’t hold Katy flailing legs, and she let go, getting kicked in the process. She fell back and started crying again.

“Rhys darling, please give me a hand will you?” said Margaret.

“Uh, mother, maybe it would be better if…” began Rhys.

“Rhys!” Margaret almost shouted.

Rhys dashed over and grabbed at his sister Katy’s ankles. It took him a few moments to catch them, but when he did, he hauled her legs out straight. Lizzie had a firm grip on Katy’s wrists and had them held up well beyond the girl’s head. Between the two of them they stretched Katy fully out.

“Right!” said Margaret in frustration “You’re going to regret this childish behaviour, Katy”

She turned to Freddy “Why don’t you take your cousins knickers down, Freddy?”

Freddy gawped at his aunt Margaret for a moment before shuffling himself across a little. He reached for the top of Katy’s knickers, but paused before he did anything with them. He turned to look at Margaret, uncertainly.

“No, no, no, no, no, please, no…” cried Katy as she continued to struggle, but she was growing exhausted and didn’t have much fight left in her.

“Go on Freddy, right down” said Margaret encouragingly.

Freddy turned back to Katy, looking down at where her knickers were taut between her legs. He could make out the shape of her labia impressed in the cotton and he swallowed as he tightened his grip on her waistband. With a deep breath he pushed them downwards and away from him as far as he could reach. As soon as Katy’s vulva was uncovered he gasped. What he saw looked much different to what Georgina had earlier revealed.

Unlike her younger sister, Katy’s exposed labia were still tightly closed and didn’t protrude much from her body. Only the very faintest beginning trace of a sparse fringe of virginal pubic hair could be seen fringing her labia lips and no bush had yet started to grow above!

Georgina raised her eyebrows in shock, seeing for the first time that her older sister was actually still basically hairless between her legs and looked more much like a little girl than she did. Georgina had been able to torment Katy for about the last six months or so about her obviously flat chest, compared to her own newly developing nubile breast bulge, but just how flat and undeveloped Katy actually was, Georgina had not realised until now!

The humiliation got even worst for Katy when her mother ran her hand over her bald vulva and mused aloud, “Still so much like a little girl. I thought for sure that at your age you would have some breast development and pubes. Who would have thought that Georgina, though younger would be the more developed between the two of you."

Katy flushed so hot between her ears from both anger and embarrassment that she couldn't form any words to deny her mothers musings.

Margaret took over and drew Katy’s knickers down to her ankles, leaving them there. Freddy turned his attention to Katy’s flat, girl like breasts and marvelled that Georgina was so much more developed than her older sister.

“Let’s get her over” said Margaret, taking hold of Katy’s hips. Between the three of them, they rolled Katy onto her front and Margaret began spanking her with even more fervour than she had spanked Georgina.

Freddy watched closely, his erection not subsiding in the least. At last he had seen both of his cousins naked, and all their teasing and mocking and threatening were negated. It would still be embarrassing to know that they had seen his willy, but now he had seen their fannies he could counter anything they might say to him, assuming they ever mentioned it again. He was looking forward to sharing all this detail with his brother Andrew tonight while they were tucked up quietly in bed.

Margaret didn’t wait long before she switched to the paddle, and she employed it for longer and more harshly than she had on Georgina. Rhys and Lizzie continued to hold Katy while Margaret spanked her, and Rhys was well aware that he was doing nothing to dismiss the accusations that he might be a pervert with the erection he was now shamefully bearing under his trousers.

Katy was bawling her eyes out and begging for mercy by the time Margaret had finished and she signalled for Lizzie and Rhys to let go. She noticed Rhys’s erection for the first time “Oh, Rhys!” she said disapprovingly. Rhys blushed bright red, and Lizzie and Freddy looked over too. Freddy looked shocked, while Lizzie just looked amused.

“Go and stand over there again” said Margaret waving her arm vaguely in the direction of the corner. Rhys retreated rapidly trying to assume a position where the erection tenting prominently his trousers was not so obvious.

“Georgina, go and stand where you were before!” said Margaret.

Georgina, still crying, picked herself up from the floor “Katy is a bitch!” she shouted as she moved back to the end of the bed.

“Can’t argue with that” said Lizzie with an inappropriate laugh.

Margaret frowned at her and shook her head, before looking back down at Katy again. She laid, full length, with her head resting on her arms, still bawling.

“We’re not finished yet my girl” said Margaret “That was part one, part two is for being so disobedient and so naughty.” She started pulling Katy up.

Katy was too weak and too scared now to offer any resistance and she let Margaret manoeuvre her, first into a sitting position and then onto her back. Margaret lifted Katy’s legs back over her body and held them down with one hand. Katy was in the nappy position with her bottom and genitals pointed directly at Freddy.

He could do nothing but stare. He may not have had the best of views before, when her knickers had come down, but this view could not be bettered. He could see everything as plain as day. He peered at the very small protrusion at the top of her almost hairless labia, having no idea what this might be. Before he knew what he was doing he suddenly asked “What’s that for?”

Margaret looked at where he was pointing “Oh, that’s her clitoris” said Margaret “On more developed girls like Georgina, it tends to stick out a bit more!”

“What’s it for though?” asked Freddy.

“Well, for fun really” said Margaret “It’s to do with sex, it feels really nice when it’s stroked.”

“Just like your willy” said Lizzie carefully fishing Freddy’s erection out of his pants.

“Oh!” said Freddy, jumping slightly.

Margaret started smacking Katy with her hand and Katy yelped and squirmed, starting to bawl again. Freddy watched in fascination as Margaret spanked Katy. He stared at this strange clitoris thing, and he stared at the rest of her fanny. Margaret switched to the paddle again and she didn’t hold back as she made absolutely sure that Katy learned that she was not to disobey her mother!

Lizzie continued to stroke Freddy under the covers and the combination of Lizzie’s gentle hand on his erection and Katy’s fanny exposed to him so plainly like this caused him to orgasm intensely. He let out a cry and gushed forth with the best orgasm he had ever had in his short lifetime.

Margaret looked across at him and Lizzie with a slight frown “Lizzie!” she said with slight disapproval.

“What?” she replied “He’s enjoying himself isn’t he?”

Margaret turned back to Katy and finished off with three rapid swats that had the girl bawling even harder than before.

Freddy felt himself fall back into warm a contented sea of cosy bed. His head swam with strange but lovely chemicals, and he continued to stare at Katy’s almost bald fanny, even as his sticky wet willy shrank.

Lizzie wiped her hand clean on the sheet and then brought it up to Freddy’s face and head. She stroked his face and hair as his dreamy face cracked into a gooey smile.

Margaret took a deep breath and steadied herself, thinking about what to do next “More tea, please Rhys” she said “And then get me a flannel and a towel” she added, thinking about the state Freddy must be in now “Katy get up and go and stand by your sister, hands on your head. If you’re not there in ten seconds we start all over again.”

Katy slowly drew herself from the bed; her bottom in agony and her mind reeling with the pain and the humiliation. She was well aware that she would never be able to tease Freddy or her brother again. She made her way over to Georgina like a cripple.

Katy was stung when Georgina whispered to her, “You bald, flat chested little bitch, your days as the bullying big sister are over!” Katy continued bawling as she brought her hands to the top of her head. She hadn’t even noticed Rhys’s erection, which had stubbornly refused to budge this time around.

After sufficient time to contemplate their humiliation, pain and misery Margaret finally said “Now girls, I want you both to get dressed and go to your rooms, you’re both grounded for the rest of the day.”

The girls dashed to their clothes and quickly pulled them on and excused them selves as they hurriedly retreated to their own rooms.

The End.

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