Archbishops College

Archbishops College - Fairburn Family 3

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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Fairburn Family 3
An Archbishops College Series Story
by Steam Train
( steam_t2007@yahoo.com )

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This is a heavily edited story in homage to the Fairburn family referenced 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 now 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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Fairburn Family 3
An Archbishops College Series Story

‘Oh God they are looking at me, this can’t be happening!’ Fifteen year old Paul Fairburn thought to himself in absolute panic, ‘I’m completely naked, right in front of my sister and mother! I hate this return to traditional values!’

His mothers face had initially looked shocked and then this look turned into a big smirk as Paul was made to stand and expose his nakedness. His sister Lisa, who had been standing so very close to Paul’s naked body, had deliberately not looked down at his private parts, instead she had a smirk on her face as she had deliberately looking him in the eye. He so wanted to cover up, but he knew that was not allowed. Then the moment he had been dreading had occurred, Lisa has closed her eyes and lowered them!

Fuck … they are both looking at my most private parts, this can’t be happening, It’s a nightmare, … but it’s not, … it’s real! thought Paul.

Lisa, had finally lowered her eyes after showing enormous restraint and not looking at her brothers most private and secret body parts for so long. Now she was finally looking directly at her fifteen year old brothers totally naked and exposed groin. She had to fight hard not to burst out laughing at what she saw.

‘Oh shit!’ thought Paul. ‘Look at them smiling and gloating at their unobstructed view of my exposed willy and balls! They now know that I have been bragging and exaggerating, trying to keep this secret from everyone, but now they can see the real truth, I am nowhere as far into puberty as I claimed!

Lisa and Pam stared intently at Paul’s exposed groin. His willy was flaccid and hung down underneath a totally bald lily white pubis. Lisa traced her brothers penis length with her eyes, having no real idea how representative or otherwise it was of his peers. It didn’t seem very long and it looked very thin. The skin on his penis was smooth and flawless, although at the end, where something seemed to stick out slightly, it was rather red in colour. Her brother being the eldest had always tried to boss her about, but with what she was now seeing, she stated the obvious.

“Oh my … you’re so much smaller than I expected Paul and like the rest of your body below your neck, you’re still totally bald … I had thought, that by your age … Wow! … Your still a little boy!!” Lisa exclaimed.

Pam too had been taken totally by surprise that Paul was still almost a totally prepubescent little boy, she had not expected that! "Well yes Lisa," she said, searching for something to say in response to her daughters comment about how undeveloped Paul really was. "Paul’s definitely not the grown up young man he always bragged and pretended he was, your right, he’s actually still a little boy!“

Paul stood there humiliated and totally embarrassed, blushing scarlet as his most guarded secret was revealed to his sister and his mother.

Lisa breathed at last and closed her eyes again. She did not want to orgasm now. She wanted to wait. She wanted to hold it off. She hoped Sarah would be late so she could return to her room and deal with this impending ecstasy on her own; while Paul was working on his essay. Then she would be calmer, better able to cope with Paul later.

“Turn to face me, Paul” she said, almost drooling.

Paul tensed himself. His shoulders were really hurting now at the back. This position was difficult to hold for any length of time and he wailed slightly. Turn? God! It was too late anyway! They’d seen! They’d seen his bald shame!

He turned himself slowly so as not to impart any independent motion to his genitals.

Lisa moaned slightly and her eyes opened wide as she saw her brothers naked body from the front, in perfect detail “I want your feet shoulder width apart” said Lisa, not taking her eyes of his genitals for a micro second. And I want them always shoulder width apart when you are stood like this, Paul. Don’t forget!”

She saw his bald pubis and almost prepubescent genitals better form this angle. His penis was boyishly slim and not overly long, and at the end, where it turned rather red and the head peeked out, it bent to the side a little. Lisa recalled how this thing had felt on her thigh. How it had expanded there and shrank again. She remembered how she had moved her thigh in and out slightly, stimulating it. Her breathing was heavy and ragged and she frowned, trying to control herself. She was disappointed. This really would not do; she needed to learn better control; she needed to learn not to become overexcited - or at least not until she wanted to be.

She studied his balls. They were the size of small ovoid damson plums, contained in a smooth almost boyish scrotum that was plump but yet to drop. It looked a little crowded. She was suddenly filled with a tremendous desire to see other boys; to make comparisons. She realised that she was completely ignorant of this particular aspect of anatomy and had no idea how far from average Paul was. To her it felt shameful that she couldn’t comment knowledgably on this.

Pam had a similar thought. She too like Lisa, had rapidly developed a burning desire to see other boys naked bodies. When Lisa had Paul turn to her, she watched his bottom come round to face her and for the first time she had an opportunity to see clearly the work that her daughter had done there. It was superb; a neat, precise pattern rippling down his bottom. She didn’t think that Lisa could have done any better with a drawing board and rule.

“Turn to face mum” said Lisa.

“Lisa, this position really hurts, can I put my hands down, please!” begged Paul, miserably.

“Does it hurt more or less than having your legs, smacked?” asked Lisa.

Paul turned, kept his arms in position. The pain in his shoulders was starting to burn. He didn’t answer his sister’s question.

Pam studied him carefully, her eyes taking in all the detail of his penis, his scrotum, his total lack of pubic hair. She smiled and shook her head “Your penis looks a bit sore, Paul. What have you been doing?”

“N … nothing!” he said quickly, not really sure what she was referring to but hoping that it was not about his masturbatory habits!

“I thought that” said Lisa “His willy is red at the end.”

“At a guess” said Pam “I would say too much masturbation, and Paul, I would say that guess was right, wouldn’t you?”

“Masturbation?” said Lisa “Is he able too despite his lack of development?”

Pam nodded “Boys can have dry ejaculations well before puberty! Now there is nothing wrong with masturbation per se, but too much is not good for you. It drains your strength, affects your concentration. Maybe that’s damaging his schoolwork too.”

Paul didn’t know how it would be possible to feel any more humiliation than he was already experiencing, but suddenly he discovered a new and more appalling height. He couldn’t drop his head. When he tried, his fingers poked sharply and painfully under his chin.

“Let me see” said Lisa “Come here, Paul, closer!”

Paul shivered and whimpered. He closed his eyes, screwed his face up and turned. He stepped towards his sister. Pam gave up her position; this was too much and was already more excited than she had been for a very long time. She took a deep breath and moved over to stand beside Lisa’s chair. She did not want to miss a thing.

“Closer, Paul” said Lisa.

Paul shuffled closer, still blind, but not deaf to his mother’s movements.

“Yes” said Lisa, thoughtfully “It is very red, isn’t it.”

She took a deep breath. It seemed like she had been waiting for this moment for a lifetime. Her hands were shaking when they came forward and she sighed when she took hold of him.

Paul let out a cry of shock as he felt his sister’s hands on his penis. The excitement and the shock burst through him like a flare on a dark night and he felt himself stiffening rapidly. He tried, but he couldn’t stop it.

Lisa and her mother stared in fascination as Paul went from flaccid to erect in what seemed like just a few seconds. Lisa kept hold of him, despite his willy trying to escape upwards at speed. She watched the head emerge completely from underneath his foreskin, hardly paying attention to his sobs of shame and his renewed crying.

It was too much for Lisa and she was utterly ashamed when her orgasm came crashing through her. She wailed and shuddered and shook with the incredible force of it and she let go of his willy, letting it spring upward to slap on his tummy, before vibrating to a standstill in an almost entirely vertical direction. She closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and her hands came to her lap, squeezing tightly between her legs. She flushed bright red.

To orgasm like this, sat in the kitchen, in front of her mother and brother was utterly humiliating, but a deeper shame took hold of her, that of having been unable to control herself; being unable to control the excitement and make it do as it was told. She was incapable of anything at the moment but gasping and moaning and shuddering.

Paul didn’t notice, he was consumed by his own humiliation, embarrassment and misery but Pam knew immediately what had happened and was surprised, but not overly so. She put a hand on her daughter’s shoulder to show her support, to signal her lack of disapproval. She kept her eyes on Paul’s erection, though, now standing upright and looking even more sore than before.

Lisa fought the hardest battle of her life. It was fought entirely in her head and body. She wrestled for control and eventually she achieved it. She opened her eyes and she focussed on her brother’s hard-on. It was glorious. She didn’t know why, but she loved it. Was it because it was Paul’s? Was it something unique about it being his? Did other girls feel this way about their brothers’ penises? Was it just because it was an erect penis, and she would feel this way no matter whose it was? All these question sprang up and floated about, but she had no answers. None at all. She forced her body, heaving with attempts to draw breathe in her, and she took hold of him again squeezing at him and feeling the strength of it. It was hard as iron; completely rigid.

She needed a shower, she needed to masturbated and then she needed to get have a lie down, a rest, but she had work to do. She forced herself to concentrate. She spoke; her voice higher pitched than normal; shaky “No masturbation” she managed to force out “From now on, Paul, you are not allowed to masturbate without permission. You ask me whenever you want to do it and I will decide whether you can or not and I warn you that if I allow it, it may not be you who will do it to yourself! It may be Adam or I or even someone else who masturbates you! Understood?”

No masturbation? Paul’s brow furrowed and he let out a desperate “Uh!?” How could she stop him masturbating? It was less than a year since he first started doing it and he had instantly discovered that it was an ultimate pleasure, but it was personal, private, too... too humiliating to even consider talking to any one about, let alone do in front of anyone or have someone else do to him. Ask permission!? What!? No way! He’d never ever masturbate again if he had to do that!

Lisa with far too much enthusiasm said, “I can’t wait till I get to supervise Paul’s masturbation!”

Paul wailed out loud and staggered backwards a pace. What!? No way! Not ever! Not fucking ever!”

“Paul, watch your language … Of course she can, Paul. With the return to traditional values she can basically do whatever she likes with you. She’s in charge now, remember?”

“Oh, Paul! I want to see you masturbating, so please, please, please ask for my permission soon!” exclaimed Lisa, sounding desperate.

Paul was on the verge of fainting. This could not be! Not in a million years! Fucking hell!

“Mum, can you check his laundry, his sheets, pyjamas, pants, anything, so I know if he is masturbating without permission. Tell me the moment you see or hear something, please!” pleaded Lisa.

“Of course I will darling. The second I spot any evidence you’ll be the first to know, but... you don’t have to wait for that, you know. If you want to see him masturbating, just tell him to do it now... or, if you want to make it more embarrassing for him, wait until Sarah arrives and do it then. You’re in charge now.”

“Paul, If you do masturbate without permission, then you’re definitely going to be masturbated by someone else in public as a special punishment. Is that clear?” she said, slowly returning to some sense of normality. The world seemed to swim right now in bliss; a warm dreamy euphoric bliss.

“Oh Lisa, I like the punishment, it fits the crime” said Pam. Giving Lisa’s shoulder a squeeze.

Paul’s mouth nearly dropped open, but his fingers prevented it. He shuffled and wailed “No! No way! No way!”

Lisa suddenly lurched forward and smacked her hand across the side of Paul’ leg. He shrieked and jumped and his erection bobbed wildly from side to side.

“Come closer again! Stop moving away!” Lisa said, sounding cross, but not raising her voice. She looked up at her mother, taking her eyes off Paul’s penis for the first time “Well mum, I’ve told him, now he’s been warned, so it’s up to him. If he masturbates and we find out then he knows what’s going to happen, but otherwise I think he should be given a chance, so I won’t make him masturbate until breaks the rules or he asks permission.”

Pam was surprised; shocked even. Where the hell did Lisa get this self-control from? She prided herself on her own self-discipline, but she would gladly have had Paul wanking in front of them right now. And it was perfectly clear from Lisa’s reaction, that she was even more keen to observe this private male ritual than she was herself. She shook her head in admiration and she smiled. “You’re the boss.”

Lisa forced herself up before the temptation became too great and she gave in and let herself down “You can put your arms by your sides, Paul, until I tell you to put them up again” she said, feeling herself quite unsteady on her legs. She tried to force some stability into them; tried to control her balance.

Paul dropped his hands quickly and put them at his sides. The relief from the terrible pain in his shoulders, at the top of his back, caused him to moan. It felt wonderful. He rotated his shoulders a couple of times. The relief didn’t last long as he screeched at Lisa’s smack to his bottom “Come with me!” she said, and she headed to the sink at the other end of the kitchen.

Paul lurched forward, his hard on bobbing from side to side with his motion. He was able to drop his head at last and he did so with shame; tears still dribbling down his cheeks. He was aware of his mother following close behind him and he feared another smack to his bottom. He speeded.

Why couldn’t he have just read the fucking book; made the fucking notes!? None of this might have happened! Why hadn’t he helped with dinner, come down on time!? Why did he argue with his mum!? He started to cry more heavily again; never having felt such humiliation in all his life.

“Standard punishment for swearing from now on” said Lisa, picking up the bottle of green Fairy Liquid “Stand here!”

Paul stopped and stood beside the sink.

“Tip your head back, open your mouth!” said Lisa, flicking the cap of the bottle open.

“You’re not going to...” said Paul, eyes widening.

“Are you going to be naughty?” asked Lisa, sounding shocked.

Paul tilted his head back and opened his mouth. He shook and wailed in anticipation.

Lisa lifted the bottle and squirted a good dollop of washing up liquid into his mouth.

“Arrghhhhh! That’s horrible” wailed Paul through the soap.

“Head straight! I want you to swish that round your mouth. I want to see foam coming out of it” said Lisa.

Paul was nearly sick at the horribly powerful detergent taste in his mouth. He moved his tongue cautiously and his face screwed itself up in disgust. Green liquid and saliva dribbled from the corners of his mouth.

“Mum, can you get me the rod, please” said Lisa “I think I’m going to have to do the backs of his legs after all.”

Pam turned back to the table and walked of quickly.

Paul started agitating his tongue; pulling the most appalling faces as the detergent made its way round his mouth. By the time Pam returned with the thin plastics rod, Paul’s mouth was hidden behind a cloud of bubbles.

“Are you going to be swearing again, Paul?” asked Lisa.

Paul shook his head; mouth clamped shut, a look of misery and disgust all over his foamy face.

“Speak to me, Paul, I want to hear you say it!” said Lisa, taking the rod from her mother and holding it ready to swing.

Paul’s mouth opened “Bblllurghghghhnooooo” he said as bubbles poured forth, dribbling down his chin, dropping to his chest, tummy and even landing on his erect penis.

“We’ll give you another minute” said Lisa, waiting patiently.

Paul’s eyes were bulging and his hard-on was drooping. Lisa dropped her eyes to watch it transform. It was fascinating to her the way it shrank and drooped until, a little soap covered, it retreated to its previous limp hanging state. She felt like she could watch this all day long. She was slightly sad that she had been robbed of seeing it going the other way round, but it had just happened so fast. There was something quite compelling about his willy; about the sight of his whole bald groin in general, that she didn’t quite understand. Again, having no thing to compare it with she didn’t know whether this was because of Paul, or because he was her brother, or because he was a boy. Either way she was growing quite excited again.

Pam watched interestedly, too. She had a great deal more experience of these things and it was interesting to her to see that Paul took after his father, and looked very similar, albeit younger and less well developed.

Lisa was using the big kitchen clock to mark the time off, but she had been distracted by her brother’s willy. She mentally spanked herself when she glanced up and saw the big red second hand report one minute and ten seconds.

“You may rinse your mouth out now” she said pointing to the taps.

Paul jumped, leaned over the sink, turning on the cold tap and wrapping his lips around it. He glugged water, allowing foaming soapy detergent to be expelled. He gasped and groaned with relief as the worst of it was washed away.

Pam and Lisa shared their attention between his swaying willy and his red lined bottom, enjoying the sight of his whole naked body, stretched over the sink.

The back door opened behind them “Mum, can I have a...” said Adam. He stopped dead in his tracks; stared at his naked older brother “...drink.” he managed to finish off.

Taken by surprise, Paul had covered up his naked groin with both his hands, until Lisa smacked them away, with the renewed warning that no covering up was allowed, enabling Adam a totally unobstructed view of his brothers naked body.

Paul felt a new burst of absolute humiliation and embarrassment as Adam walked in to find him like this, seeing for the first time, and raising his eyebrows in shock, that his older brother still looked to be hairless and almost prepubescent!

“Wow mum, is he still a baldy or is he shaved? exclaimed Adam!

“He is still naturally hairless, it has been quite a surprise to discover that your older brother is really still a little boy” said Pam.

“Yeah true, he’s not very big either, is he?” replied Adam as he stood transfixed, staring. He couldn’t believe that his fifteen year old brother who was three years older than him and who had always lauded his superior maturity over him, actually had no pubic hair and a penis and ball sack that was very underdeveloped and small for his age.

“Our super cool, super stylish dresser is not such a big mature man now he’s naked, is he?” said Lisa chuckling to herself “I would have expect him to start growing up by his age, it’s amazing what his clothes has hidden!”

Paul was mortified. He had suffered his lack of development in private for so long now, managing to keep it secret by various devious means, but now, his secret was out. He could feel his families stares, and every comment hit him like a cricket bat.

Pam turned to Adam “Get a can of coke from the fridge, darling.”

Adam moved across the kitchen very slowly, eyes still glued to Paul. He could now see his bottom and the terrible state it was in. Paul had always bragging to him about how mature and grown up he was. He was both shocked at how undeveloped Paul was and aghast at how this had come about. How could his fifteen year old brother be stood in the kitchen, guzzling from the cold water tap, completely stark naked? Adam was starting to really worry about this return to traditional values!

Pam turned back to Lisa and looked thoughtful.

“Enough, now, Paul” said Lisa.

Paul pulled back from the tap. He could still taste washing up liquid. It was disgusting! It burned! He thought he’d never get rid of it.

He stood slowly, red faced and wanting to just go. Go and get dressed; write the best essay of his life and crawl into to bed to hide.

“Tilt your head back and open your mouth please” said Lisa.

“What!?” said Paul, looking horrified “You just... you just did that!”

“You swore twice, Paul, that I remember, so you need to be punished twice. This time, because it’s the second, you’ll get two minutes” said Lisa “Please don’t be difficult or I will have to spank you again.”

Paul moaned desperately and his wide and pleading eyes swivelled to his mother.

“Don’t look at me, Lisa’s in charge” said Pam, being distracted from her thoughts. As Paul wailed and obeyed and Lisa squirted mild green Fairy Liquid into his mouth, she turned to the fridge to watch Adam.

Adam was bent, bottom sticking out attractively, peering into the fridge, rooting and rummaging, looking for a can of coke.

“Lisa?” said Pam, quietly.

“Swill, I want foaming at the mouth!” said Lisa; she glanced up at the kitchen clock and then turned to her mother, while Paul washed the disgusting burning detergent around in his mouth, gagging as he did so.

“I know you’re going to have your hands full, but do you think you could cope with being in charge of Adam as well as Paul?”

Lisa turned to her younger brother, watched his bottom wiggling about invitingly. She felt a glorious mushrooming of excitement. She smiled at her mother “Of course.”

“It’s just ... well ... well, honestly, that this would be quite a challenge for you, and to deal with both would be too much to ask - at least to start with, but... you’ve done so well implementing traditional values into our home. I mean, this seems easy for you, you’re taking it all in your stride, so... why not take Adam on at the same time. I know he doesn’t deserve it in the same way as Paul, but he’s not a teenager yet and if we can monitor him now, he might really benefit, stay on the right track... you know?”

Lisa nodded, she felt that delicious squirming between her legs and she closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them she glanced up at the clock again and then at Paul. His eyes were rotating in circles foam was pouring from his mouth. He looked like a human washing machine.

“Adam isn’t going to be problem” said Lisa “As you say, he’s a good boy, so it’ll just be a case of keeping him on track and giving him the occasional reminder when he derails slightly.”

“Thank you dear, It certainly now seems to me to be a good opportunity to fully implement the return to traditional values under your control. It would be such a pity to leave him until it’s too late and he has got himself into trouble” said Pam.

“Don’t worry, mum, I’ll handle it” said Lisa, rethinking her entire strategy on the fly. She’d need two sets of records; two timetables; oh, and a combined timetable for her use. She looked up at the clock again.

“Mum?” said Adam, his head appearing out of the fridge, looking disappointed “Where’s all the coke?”

“In the fridge! I bought a box of two-dozen at the supermarket yesterday” said Pam.

“I can’t find them” said Adam, frowning in frustration.

Pam sighed and headed over to help Adam.

Lisa turned to Paul with a quizzical expression “Have you drunk all the coke?” she asked, accusingly.

Paul shook his head, eyes wide and tearful. Foam still poured from his mouth.

“If you’ve drunk all the coke mum bought. I am going to take you upstairs to get your piggy bank, we’re going to take the money out, and then you and I are going to the shop to buy some more. I will be taking this” said Lisa holding up the spacer “And you will be taking only the money. Perhaps a walk to the shops with no clothes on will teach you not to be so greedy and selfish.”

Paul’s eyes bulged in desperation, He couldn’t remember. He closed his eyes and tried to stop the revolting liquid dribbling down his throat. Lisa looked up at the clock. Three seconds.

“Well?” asked Lisa.

Paul shook his head violently, hoping his denial would be enough.

“Rinse” said Lisa.

Paul exploded over the sink and attacked the cold tap like a man dying of thirst.

Adam was peering into the fridge again and Pam smacked his bottom lightly “Out of the way.”

Adam backed out quickly, a hand coming to his bottom. Pam took over peering in feeling a great sense of pleasure. Her hand still had the imprint of Adam’s bottom on it and it felt good. That was two bottoms she wanted over her lap now; two bottoms she wanted the pleasure of spanking. Patience, though. Good things came to those who waited.

“What’s this?” said Pam, retrieving a can of coke.

“Where was that?” asked Adam.

“Behind the butter” said Pam. She handed the can to Adam and then strode over to Paul, a smile on her lips.

As she arrived back at the sink she wanted to launch an almighty smack to Paul’s bent bottom, but with his guzzling at the tap he could have hurt himself. She felt cross he’d protected himself in this way and she resolved to patience again.

Paul groaned and rinsed and swilled and spat. It was worse than last time and the taste wouldn’t go, even when all the foam and soap seemed to have been washed away.

“Don’t go back outside, Adam, come here please, I’d like a word” said Pam.

Adam had just cracked the can; just taken a swig. He grinned sheepishly and made his slow way over towards his naked brother He didn’t feel too confident about this and he slowed more and more the closer he got.

Eventually Paul pulled back from the tap, gasping for air and feeling nauseous. Pam launched her smack at last. It fell flat across his right buttock and he shrieked and jumped in pain and surprise. Both hands came down to rub the sting away and he hopped, willy flopping, from foot to foot. He looked at him mum very briefly with horror, and then dropped his eyes and head down in shame.

“Have you drunk all that coke?” she asked.

“No, no I haven’t I swear” he said in a panic.

“Lisa, how many cans have you had?” asked Pam.

“Two” said Lisa.

“Adam?” asked Pam as he approached.

“Uh... this is my third” said Adam, looking worried. Was he in trouble for that?

“There were already two cans in the fridge, when I bought the new box, so that means there are twenty one cans unaccounted for. Where are they Paul?”

“I don’t know” he said shaking his head “I don’t know. It wasn’t me.”

Pam sighed “Are there any in your room?”

“Uh... maybe... maybe a couple, I think...” said Paul, trying to remember; trying to think.

“We’ll take a look in a minute” said Pam.

“If you hadn’t found that can, mum, Paul would have been walking to the shops with me to buy some more and he would have gone naked” said Lisa.

“Well, I don’t think that’s an option” said Pam “I doubt if walking naked to the shops would be considered an appropriate time to be naked by the police or the Parish Rods. Mind you If I find he’s drunk all that coke himself, I think he should go and buy some more, but dressed.”

“Oh … I didn’t realise that … sorry mum” Lisa replied, wishing again at that moment that she had studied the rules of the return to traditional values much more thoroughly.

“Don’t worry dear, I know you will soon bring yourself up to full speed with all the rules related to the return to traditional values!” encouraged Pam.

“Mum, I didn’t know I was not supposed to drink it! That’s not fair.” said Paul, looking terrified.

“Are you honestly telling me that you didn’t know that drinking all the coke and leaving nothing for us was greedy and selfish?” asked Lisa.

Paul hesitated “No, I’m saying, I didn’t know... what... I didn’t... how could I know what you’d had, what... I just had one, now and then. I didn’t take the last one.”

“I bet you’re glad you didn’t now” said Lisa.

He was glad. Fucking hell was he glad.

“Adam” said Pam, deciding to change the subject. They could pursue Paul’s coke consumption later “You remember how at dinner we discussed the implementation of the return to traditional values in this house and Lisa being in charge of Paul?”

Adam nodded slowly. He looked at Paul, at his bald naked willy. He remembered bits of it and it had sounded awful at the time, the consequences now for his brother looked pretty awful, too.

“And do you remember that later, when Lisa was more experienced and had a handle on what she was doing, she might be taking charge of you, too?” said Pam.

Adam didn’t nod this time, he just started to go rather cold. His expression was neutral but it slowly grew nervous.

“Well she’s now ready. So from this moment on Lisa will be in charge of you. I know you’re a good boy” said Pam, putting an arm across his shoulder “So it won’t be such a problem for you, but just do as she says, and be good and you can avoid all this...” she waved her hand at Paul.

Adam’s mouth fell open and his eyes widened. Oh shit. He wanted to avoid that! Dear God did he want to avoid that! He nodded.

“Lisa? Anything you’d like to add?” asked Pam.

“Yes, Id’ like you to bring me your timetable, your homework log and any homework you’ve done this weekend, and I’d like you to do that now, please” said Lisa.

Adam’s eyes swivelled very slowly from his sister’s to his mum’s, looking petrified.

“Go on!” said Pam, encouragingly “Do as your sister says. You don’t want her spanking you, do you?”

Adam turned and bolted from the kitchen at near light speed.

Both Pam and Lisa watched his bottom as it sped away. As soon as he had disappeared they both turned back to Paul.

“You have an essay to write” said Lisa “Collect your clothes. Up to your room. One hour...” she looked at the clock “... from now. And it had better be good.”

Paul gulped and hurried to his discarded clothes. He gathered them quickly and left at best speed, bottom still extremely painful and mouth still polluted.

“I’ll go up and check his room” said Pam “I swear to God, if I find he’s got cans stashed and the remaining empties...” she headed off and then stopped, turning back to Lisa “If you end up wanting to spank Adam, let me know will you? I don’t want to miss that.”

Lisa nodded “Okay, mum. I understand.”

Pam headed out feeling very pleased and very excited. This was going to work very well indeed. She headed upstairs, hoping to find an excuse to take Paul over her lap.

Lisa headed to the table, ready to start work on a timetable for Adam. She had only just sat down and dragged her laptop towards her when the doorbell rang.

She jumped up with a big grin. That would be her best friend Sarah Collins. She had so much to tell her! She dashed out at speed.

Sarah was grinning broadly and Lisa had hardly pulled the door open when Sarah began babbling at her “You’ll never guess what I’ve seen today. I was out with my mother who wanted to welcome the new family at the end of our street and we were invited inside. They have fully adopted the new return to traditional values at their house and the new boy, Max Jennings in our third form, he was naked, I mean stark naked, I saw his cute willy, hanging balls and his shaved pubic area. He’s got a really hot, developed body for his age. His younger sister Samantha-Rae, the new girl in second form, had him over her lap and she was spanking him! We were allowed to watch as our presence was apparently appropriate under the new return to traditional values rules!

Can you imagine seeing him being spanked stark naked over his sisters lap, totally exposed! But that’s not all of it, when Mom and I finally left, Mom went to visit her good friend Mrs Thomas. Jessica and Chloe my old babysitters were also there and they said they had been watching over Mrs Thomas’s twin sons Dylan and Lloyd. Can you imagine that, … two fifteen year old twin boys being watched by two fifteen year old girls from their fifth form at school. Mrs Thomas was still at the house, she had just finished meeting with her accountant and didn’t want the two boys disturbing the meeting.

Apparently Dylan and Lloyd had still managed to be a distraction and Mrs Thomas had asked Jessica and Chloe to spank both Dylan and Lloyd as was appropriate under the return to traditional values.

Lisa frowned. She had news of her own. She let Sarah in but the girl didn’t stop talking. She led her into the kitchen, waiting for her to stop.

“And, God! Where do I start!? Lloyd was naked, I mean, a fifteen year old boy without a stitch of clothing on, bare naked and he got spanked and really humiliated!”

Lisa sat down with a sigh and waited for Sarah to sit, too “Didn’t you bring your homework?” Lisa interrupted.

“Oh, no, forgot!” said Sarah “So then Dylan was made to get naked and got spanked, did I say that Lloyd got a hard-on?”

Lisa shook her head.

“Well, he did, and Dylan did later, after they both got spanked, then to conform to traditional values rules they were both shaved bald around their cocks and balls and in their arm pits. Jessica and Chloe did all the spanking and shaving and got to touch their cocks and everything. Oh God!” said Sarah finally drawing breath.

“Return to traditional values? Lisa asked.

“Yes … yes, all this is due apparently to this new return to traditional values. Sarah had regained her breath so before Lisa could tell her about Paul and Adam, Sarah continued, “Then when we were nearly home, my neighbour Trevor Cook was in the front yard with his girlfriend Helen Taylor and they both made rude finger signals at me as mom and I walked past. Mrs Cook saw them do it and came storming out of her house and after explaining to my mother what had happened, his mum pulled his trousers and pants down and spanked him right there in his own front yard and he ended up stark naked as punishment for the rest of the day and he got a hard-on. Trevor’s body was not as cute as Max’s and not as developed either, but he did have a small bush of pubes that was not yet shaved off. Helen Taylor had to strip naked as well, despite her fervent objections that traditional values did not apply to her and that Mrs Cook could not discipline her! ... That was a shock for me as well as Helen, a girl like us, who has tits and pubes, made to get naked and punished in the front yard where all sorts of people could see her.”

“Yes we girls will have to be very careful with this return to traditional values!” said Lisa. “It applies equally to girls as well as boys under sixteen years of age. Now girls are normally way more mature and far better behaved and responsible than boys at the same age, but just like Helen Taylor found out, it can happen to girls as well as boys!

“Can you believe all of what I saw earlier today Lisa?”

“Yes” Lisa nodded.

“You don’t seem... very impressed” said Sarah, looking a bit disappointed.

“I am impressed” said Lisa “I’m just... disappointed that I missed it. I’m making a study of willies and pubes at the moment and I would have liked to have been able to make some comparisons.”

“Are you?” asked Sarah, sceptically. She had talked herself into something of a frenzy, and despite being a bit deflated that Lisa hadn’t seem as incredulous as she’d imagined, she was feeling very horny.

“Mum has implemented traditional values at our house and has asked me to take care of Paul for her, so I’m in charge of him from now on, and Adam as well, actually” said Lisa.

“Really… Oh my God … Are you?” said Sarah in surprise. “Chloe was was saying that with the return to traditional values, girls should be put in charge of their brothers and be able to spank them!”

Lisa nodded again “Yes, Mum’s right into me being responsible for my brothers with the return traditional values and most of it seems very sensible, except that it can apply equally to girls as well as boys aged under sixteen.”

Sarah swallowed heavily, a little red faced from her efforts, she sat forward; forearms on the table “So... have you? Spanked them yet?”

“I haven’t spanked Adam yet, but I have spanked Paul” said Lisa, trying not to get excited again.

“Oh my God!” said Sarah, her hands coming up to cover her face “Really!?”

“With my hand at first, and then with this” said Lisa, picking up the wand rod.

Sarah stared at it “Did you... did you see ...”

“Of course, in fact I made him get completely undressed for his spanking” said Lisa, anticipating Sarah’s question. She allowed herself a small grin.

Sarah’s eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped “So you saw his ... his … .”

“Willy? Yes” said Lisa “And he got an erection as well.”

“Oh my God! What did he do!? Paul? I mean... he’s...” she shook her head, unable to believe it.

“He blushed bright red and cried his eyes out” said Lisa.

“Cried … really… Is he here? Where is he?” asked Sarah.

“He’s upstairs doing his homework. I’ll check on him later” said Lisa.

Sarah didn’t know what else to say, Paul was... so cool, so good looking with his blonde hair and ‘Adonis’ like body of remarkable beauty. She’d do almost anything to see him naked and get her hands on him. She bit her lower lip and stared down at the table. Would Lisa let her?

“I’m not going to punish him unfairly” said Lisa, reading her friend’s mind “But if he’s naughty he will be spanked again and his clothes will come off again, or at least his trousers and underpants will come down. I might... if he’s really naughty, even let you spank him.” The way Sarah’s eyes flashed up and burned with desire told Lisa all she needed to know.

Lisa turned her head as she heard noise “Here’s Adam now.”

Adam crawled to a halt seeing Sarah. He looked at her then at Lisa. He blushed and the bottom fell out of his stomach. Lisa wouldn’t spank him in front of Sarah, would she? He wanted to say something, to tell her not to, but even to mention it was so embarrassing. He’d have to stay silent on the matter and hope, and if... well, he could always say something later, if it came up. He moved at a snail’s pace, head down and put his books on the table.

“I hope you’ve done all your homework, Adam” said Lisa, pulling his books towards her.

Sarah smiled at Adam, he was so cute and had always been so polite, but he didn’t have the remarkable beauty and wasn’t cool the way Paul was. Adam didn’t smile back; he stood pale faced now and shaking slightly. What should he say? He couldn’t confess that he hadn’t done all of his homework in case she spanked him. He screwed his face up slightly and blushed again “Um... yeh, it’s... all done.”

“Good” said Lisa “That’s what we want.”

Sarah continued to smile at Adam, and her eyes strayed to his bottom. It was very cute and she wondered what it would be like to see it naked over Lisa’s lap being smacked. The thought excited her strangely. She turned her thoughts to her brother Peter while Lisa worked her way slowly through Adam’s schoolbooks and homework log. What would she do if her mum told her she was in charge of Peter? She pictured him; he was so sweet and innocent really. She hated to see him upset or crying and had many times comforted him after a spanking.

She saw Adam growing increasingly uncomfortable as he stood there, as if he had something important to say, but couldn’t quite raise the courage to say it. She imagined, for a moment, having Peter stood in front of her, having to tell him sternly, but lovingly, that she had to spank him. She imagined taking his trousers and pants down and putting him over her lap and smacking his bottom. Her brow furrowed with surprise and shock as she felt the whole thing feel quite exciting. She tried to figure out why? It was obviously something intimate and at the same time loving. Perhaps it was just another way to express her love for her brother. She was uncertain.

“Where’s your maths?” asked Lisa, looking back through the books again in case she’d missed it.

Adam’s stomach lurched. Maths. Oh yeh. He hadn’t done that, it was... hard and boring and Dr Who had been on, and then there had been his model 1/32nd scale Messerschmitt Bf109e to work on.

“Um, that’s a mistake” said Adam “It should be for Monday evening, but they put it down on Friday by accident.”

Lisa looked at Adam’s tense and nervous features “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you Adam?” she asked.

Only to stop you spanking me in front of Sarah. “No” he said, trying to look as cute and innocent as possible “And... actually, I was going to do it tonight, anyway, to get it out of the way.”

“That’s very diligent of you” said Lisa, with a smile “Can I have your phone, please?”

“My... phone?” asked Adam, sounding worried “What... what for?” At least he’d got away with the little white lie about the homework.

“Are you going to be disobedient, Adam?” asked Lisa “After what mum told you?”

“Uh... no!” said Adam, pulling his iPhone out of his pocket. He handed to Lisa.

Lisa turned it on “What’s the pass code?” she asked.

“That’s... that’s confidential” he said.

“And if mum demanded it?” asked Lisa.

“I’d uh... give it to her” he said, slowly.

“And who’s in charge of you at the moment, Adam?” asked Lisa.

Adam turned bright red. Why did she have to say that in front of Sarah? “2008” he said.

Lisa quickly tapped at the virtual keyboard and there was a click. She went straight to Adam’s contacts. She selected his best friend Michael Tucker’s number and put her finger up to her lips and gave Adam a warning look “Is that Michael Tucker?” she asked “Hi, yeh, it’s Lisa Fairburn, Adam’s sister, he’s having trouble with his maths homework, we’re a bit confused, is it set for Friday or Monday?”

Adam’s face turned white as a sheet and he felt suddenly sick. He bounced up and down a bit trying to think “No, no, Michael won’t know!” Adam cried out “He gets confused - he... he forgets things and gets them wrong!”

“And it’s due in tomorrow morning... thanks Michael” Lisa hung up and handed the phone back to Adam, her expression told him she was not very impressed. She turned to the table and sorted through his books until she found his timetable. She peered at it closely “You’ve got maths first period tomorrow morning with Mrs Fallan” said Lisa. She turned back to look at Adam again who gulped and looked terrified “It’s due in then, isn’t it?”

Adam nodded looking as though he might cry.

“I’ve heard that with the return to traditional values, your teacher Mrs Fallan is now likely to bare your bottom and spank you in front of the class for not doing your homework” said Lisa.

Adam had heard that too, but he had intended to do his maths homework before the lesson “I forgot!” said Adam “I was going to, but... I just... it slipped my mind and... I would have done it anyway, this evening. Honest, Lisa!” he insisted, his voice rising in pitch, almost begging.

“Why didn’t you just say?” asked Lisa “Why didn’t you just say ‘I haven’t done the maths yet, I am going to do it this evening’?”

Adam’s guilty eyes slid sideways to Sarah and then back to Lisa. Because he didn’t want to risk having his pants pulled down in front of Sarah and having his bottom smacked “I... I don’t know.”

“You lied to me, Adam, for no good reason, and you made me go to all the trouble of calling Michael Tucker to find out the truth” Lisa shook her head.

“Yeh, but... there’s no harm done is there” said Adam, it wasn’t a question “And I’ll still do it. I’ll do it now!”

“You will do it this evening, but I need you to do me a favour first” said Lisa.

A favour? That didn’t sound too bad.

“Go upstairs and tell mum that you’re going to get a spanking and why, then come straight back down again, for your spanking please” said Lisa.

Sarah squirmed in excitement, trying not to let it show. Lisa spotted it even if Adam didn’t; she had felt exactly the same flush of excitement as she had uttered those words.

“But... Lisa... please... a spanking?” Adam’s face began to screw itself up self pityingly “But... I was going to do it... I promise.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you, Adam” said Lisa “It’s that you lied to me about it, and that was so silly. It wasn’t necessary. Now come on, be a good boy and go and tell mum.”

He wanted to be a good boy. Maybe... maybe if he did as he was told... maybe she’d let him off.... maybe it was to scare him. He wasn’t convinced. He wasn’t at all convinced. He turned and ran from the kitchen.

“Are you really going to spank him?” asked Sarah, her eyes glowing with excitement.

“Yes” said Lisa “He lied to me and he really shouldn’t have done that. And as I said, it was so stupid. If he’d just said he hadn’t done it yet he’d have been fine.”

“Maybe he was scared” said Sarah, feeling sorry for him despite her excitement.

Lisa nodded “He looked scared.”

“Are you... going to take his pants down?” asked Sarah, trying not to betray her excitement, despite how stupidly obvious that was now.

“Lying is very serious, Sarah. I can’t have my boys lying to me. I think he’ll have to get undressed for his spanking” said Lisa.

“You mean completely undressed?” asked Sarah, wanting clarification.

Lisa nodded again “Yes, totally naked!”

Pam was about to head into Paul’s room when she heard a shout “Where are my diamond cufflinks?”

Pam sighed. How the hell was she supposed to know? She made her way down to their bedroom and headed in. The bag she had packed for her husband was open and on the bed and he had already messed up her careful packing.

“What have you done with them?” he asked, as he saw her walk in.

“I haven’t done anything with them. When did you last wear them?” asked Pam.

“I bet they’re still in the pocket of my dinner jacket” said her husband the Venerable Archdeacon Isambard Fairburn, as he started to haul everything out of the bag.

“Stop! Don’t unpack all that. If they’re in the pocket then they’re fine. You know where they are and they’re packed!” said Pam.

Isambard stopped and paused for thought “I need to check” he said.

“No” said Pam shaking her head “You don’t. They’re always in your jacket pocket. That’s where you always put them.”

“Well sort that out while I get the rest of my stuff ready” said Isambard turning to his briefcase, laptop case and a cooler bag.

Pam stared at the bag on the bed; the mess “I did sort it out!” she said, with a sigh as she headed over to the bed “I packed it, remember? It was all packed neatly.” She started redoing the bag, shaking her head and tutting at the mess he had made.

Isambard checked his papers, his ticket, his notes; huffing and puffing as he did so.

Pam felt her annoyance rise dramatically. She kept herself calm “What’s in the cooler bag?”

“Oh, I grabbed some coke from the fridge, for the journey” said Isambard.

Pam narrowed her eyes. Paul nearly got into a lot of trouble for that. A lot of trouble “How many cans did you take?”

“Just half a dozen” said Isambard.

“You’ll never drink that many!” said Pam “And they won’t let you take it through security.”

“I’ll just dump what I don’t drink before I go to catch my flight.” said Isambard.

Pam nodded “Of course you will” she said with a sigh. She zipped up the case and turned “Don’t mess it up again, and if you do, don’t ask me to sort it out.

Pam walked out, trying to remain as calm as possible, making her way to Paul’s room. Isambard watched her go, thinking what was wrong with the woman today?

Paul was at his desk, pen in mouth; chewing. He looked nervous and Pam could see his foot under the desk vibrating back and forth at high speed. His bottom shuffled uncomfortably on his chair and he looked quite miserable. When he heard Pam come in he looked up at her; scared.

Her eyes immediately picked up the red of a large number of empty cans of coke in his bin.

“Have you got any cans stashed, Paul?” she asked.

He opened his desk drawer and took two full cans out, putting them on the desk top and pushing them towards his mum.

“From now on keep the cans in the fridge” said Pam “You’re drinking too much of the stuff, which isn’t only selfish, Paul, it’s also not good for you.”

Paul nodded “Okay” he said.

He sounded lost, like a little boy in trouble, and he looked as though he might cry again.

Pam moved over to him and put a hand on his back; stroking it “You’re in luck” she said, sympathetically “Your dad’s the one who took the last of the coke. That doesn’t mean you haven’t had far more than your fair share, but at least you won’t be going to the shop to get more.”

Paul groaned with relief.

“In future, though, I don’t want you taking any coke from the fridge without your sister’s permission. You ask her first, okay?”

“Okay” said Paul, sounding subdued.

Pam looked down at the empty piece of paper in front of Paul “Hadn’t you better make a start?”

Paul looked scared, his face creased up and Pam’s heart melted. He looked like he used to when he was young and he fell off his bike or hurt himself playing. She stroked his back a little more vigorously and dropped herself down to his level “What’s the matter, Paul, tell mummy.”

It took Paul a while to raise the courage. She could see it in his eyes long before the words came out “I can’t” he said, and suddenly he burst into tears “I can’t do it.” He shook his head “I haven’t done the reading and I don’t know what to write. I can’t, in an hour, I can’t do anything. She’s going to spank me mum, and Sarah’s here.”

Pam sighed and put an arm around him. Paul turned to her and wrapped his arms around Pam, leaning his head on her shoulder. Pam filled with maternal love. He hadn’t done this for... two years? He used to, when he was younger, but he was very reluctant these days to even accept a hug let alone initiate one voluntarily.

“Leave that for the moment” said Pam, quietly “Let’s sit down and talk.”

“I haven’t... I haven’t got time!” said Paul, his eyes turning to the clock, feeling the panic rise.

“Yes, you have” said Pam “I can tell Lisa that I distracted you and we can add more time on, but... you’ve already said you can’t do it anyway, so what difference will a few minutes make?”

Paul was not in a place to argue with anyone, let alone his mother, and he allowed her to pull him from his chair and over to the bed. She sat on it, pulling him down with her. She nearly sat him beside her, but given the circumstances, the change in him, she took this rare opportunity and pulled him into her lap instead; wrapping her arms around him and cuddling him. She felt sad. Boys of this age still needed their mothers; still needed cuddles and comfort, but they grew too proud and too self-conscious to accept them. Well, no longer! Paul was going to get cuddles whether he liked it or not.

She kissed his head and stroked his back while he cried miserably on her lap, his arms still wrapped around her.

“What we’re going to do is go downstairs and make this confession to Lisa” said Pam.

“No, mum, she’ll spank me again, and... she... Sarah’s here, and...” he blubbered.

“Shhhh” said Pam, kissing and stroking him still “Listen to mummy. “

There was comfort here that Paul had long forgotten about. He buried his shameful face in his mother’s breasts, still crying at the awful prospect of more pain. His bottom was already agonising and there was the terrible fear of Sarah. Not only would it be horrifically humiliating to have his pants pulled down in front of her, to be spanked by Lisa in front of her, but equally as bad was the prospect of crying in front of her. But he didn’t know how he could avoid it now.

“Paul, you are an incredibly intelligent, incredibly talented, incredibly charming young person, and I love you so much. You have so much potential, that... you could do practically anything you wanted, but you’re throwing it all away. I’m worried about the damage you’re doing yourself, the opportunities that you’re missing that you might not get again. All I want, darling, is for you to grow up happy and strong and able to achieve all the things you want to achieve in life.”

Paul sobbed, feeling sorry for himself. He was listening to his mother’s words, and they were encouraging, but he couldn’t dismiss the awful prospect of Lisa and Sarah.

“And I think you’ve lost your way a bit, haven’t you?” said Pam. She felt Paul’s head move tentatively up and down in a reluctant nod.

“We’ve got to get you back on track, darling. We’ve got to put this right before too much damage is done and that’s why I’ve put Lisa in charge” said Pam, rocking him gently “I wouldn’t have done that if I hadn’t had complete confidence in Lisa to do the job right. And it’s up to you at the end of the day whether this is easy or hard. If you can fall into line and do as she says, we can get back on track and it won’t be so hard. I know it’s difficult right now and I know you’re going to want to fight back and resist it all, it’s not what you’re used to, but Lisa has to impose her authority and she has to discipline you when you don’t do as she says. So right now that means a lot of pain and embarrassment for you, but it needn’t last, Paul. If you can get back on track, work hard, do as she says, it’ll all come good and you’ll find Lisa won’t need to punish you at all. You know Lisa, there’s no way she’s going to punish you for the fun of it, is she?”

Lisa never did anything for fun, did she? He screwed his eyes up and stopped the tears.

“So in a way, Paul, we have to take you back, like... like a regression, and treat you as if you’re much younger, and after seeing what you look like naked, that will not be so difficult. Then ... when you’ve come round and are starting to cooperate, we can slowly move forward and treat you more like the young man you undoubtedly be growing into by then. You turned fifteen in January, Paul and despite your late development, you’re well on your way to being an adult, but that doesn’t mean being surly and difficult and getting your own way and doing as you please. Being an adult means developing self-discipline, attaining wisdom and good judgement, it means taking responsibility” said Pam “And that’s where we’re headed with this.”

“Don’t let Lisa spank me, mum, please, not with Sarah here” pleaded Paul.

“Darling, I can’t put Lisa in charge and then keep interfering. I have to trust her judgement. Now, my suspicion is that if you’re honest with her and confess, she’ll go easy on you. Lisa is nothing if not fair, you know that” said Pam “She knows you haven’t done the reading, she must know you can’t write the essay.”

“Why did she tell me to, then!? Why!?” said Paul, with a huge sob.

“I don’t know. You could ask her - politely, but my guess would be that she wants you to be responsible and grown up about it. If you can’t do it, for whatever reason, you need to talk to her and be honest. Tell her the truth, darling and then accept her judgement, whatever that is. That way she will come to respect you and you’ll get on a lot better” said Pam.

“But she’ll spank me... and Sarah’s here” wailed Paul. “Sarah will see what my private parts look like, I couldn’t bear the shame and humiliation of that.

“She might” said Pam “That’s true, but this is something you’re going to have to accept for now. Until you’re ready to accept Lisa’s authority, until you’re ready to cooperate and do as she says, I expect there will be lots of spanking, and lots of Sarahs. And there’s a lot worse she can do than spank you. How long that goes on for, and how bad it gets, is up to you. Remember that, it’s in your hands, darling.” She sighed and saw Adam at the door looking terrified.

“Lisa said... said to tell you ... that... she’s going to... spank me, because I lied” Adam said.

Pam nodded “I’ll be down in a bit, ask her to wait for me, will you?”

“Mum...” said Adam, with a wail and looking super cute “You could tell her... not to.”

“I could, Adam, but I won’t” said Pam “It sounds like she has good reason. Now go back downstairs and ask Lisa to wait for me.”

Adam’s face fell; his last bastion of hope crumbling “Yeh, but... mum... Sarah’s here and...”

Pam raised both eyebrows “Downstairs!” she barked.

Adam turned and fled.

“See, even Adam’s in trouble” said Pam, stroking Paul gently and kissing him on the top of the head “Look, Paul, see this as a journey, ahead of you there’s a steep hill. You have to climb that hill. So what do you want to do? Go straight up to the summit and then it’s easy sailing from then on, or do you want to trudge back and forth, from side to side, taking forever to get to that peak? Climbing that hill is tough either way, and it’s up to you, darling, but if it was me... I’d get straight up to the top, as quickly as possible.”

Paul was still trembling with shame and fear; the prospect of a spanking in front of Sarah still at the forefront of his mind. His mother had not ruled that out. He felt his mum shift, move him, he was sat on the bed all of a sudden and she was pulling his arms from her. He didn’t want her to go. He wanted to feel safe and he was when she was here. He felt panic rise within him.

“I’ve got to go” she said, and she hugged him and kissed him on the cheek “You can stay up here agonising until the hour’s up, or you can come down and confess to Lisa. I expect she’ll be much more understanding of a confession than of an excuse when the time’s up and the essay isn’t finished.”

She turned and headed from the room, hoping that Paul would make the right decision, but she recognised that it was his decision to make. Paul curled up on the bed, hugging himself, wanting to do as his mother suggested and confess, but he was too scared to.

Lisa had been trying to tune Sarah out as she tapped away frantically at her laptop keyboard, trying to get Adam’s affairs in order, but Sarah had continued unabated, full of enthusiasm and going into greater and greater detail about her most exciting day. As Sarah talked Lisa’s interest began to grow. Realising that this new idea; a return to traditional values, might really be taking off and other sisters might really be taking control of their brothers, just like she was doing. The thought of this got her more and more excited. When she had first conceived of the idea of a club for girls in charge of boys she hadn’t really imagined there would be more than a small handful of them, but perhaps there would be lots. Perhaps when they had ‘bring your boy to the club’ days there would be lots of boys right up to the under sixteen year olds. Lisa was struggling to contain herself and she tuned in more and more to Sarah’s description of what she had witnessed of Dylan and Lloyd and less and less she worried about the possibility that under the return to traditional values, girls could also be regularly stripped naked and punished as had happened to Helen Taylor!

Adam heard much of this, too, and it chilled him. He had been a long time, he knew that, but it didn’t make his return any easier. He had waited at the bottom of the stairs for ages before he had summoned the courage to go and tell his mum that Lisa was going to spank him, stomach churning nauseously, and he had waited for ages at the bottom of the stairs after he had come down, again, full of fear and anxiety, unable to return to Lisa.

It was only when he heard his mum at the top of the stairs, coming down, that he managed to force himself to motion and he darted back into the kitchen. He was fuelled by adrenalin and fear and stood beside Lisa’s chair “Mum said, wait, she’s coming” he said quickly.

Lisa turned to smile at him “Thanks, Adam, just wait quietly, then.”

Sarah stopped talking at last and she smiled at Adam, too. She could see his fear, his anxiety. His face was red and he trembled. Her eyes dropped to his bottom and she felt excited at the prospect of seeing it, even though she also felt sorry for him.

Lisa was about to turn back to her laptop, but her mum walked in so she abandoned that idea and smiled over instead, realising she was now going to get to spank her younger brother.

“Paul’s got a problem?” said Pam, straight away.

Lisa waited for her mother to continue, just offering her a smile and a nod to encourage her.

“He can’t do the essay, Lisa. He hasn’t done the reading, he hasn’t got a clue and he’s terrified because Sarah’s here.” She turned to Sarah “Hello, Sarah.”

“Hello, Mrs Fairburn” said Sarah, with a smile.

“Oh dear” said Lisa.

“I’ve told him to come down and tell the truth. I told him we knew he probably wouldn’t be able to do it, given he hasn’t done the work, and to confess that would be a lot better than to wait it out and fail to deliver” said Pam.

Lisa nodded again “Is he going to?”

Pam sighed “I hope so.”

Lisa paused for thought, biting her lower lip and then looking up at her mother again “If he’s honest, and he comes down and tells me he’s got a problem and he can’t do it, then we can work on it together, probably not this evening, but tomorrow. I do understand if he’s got a problem, mum. Even though I am supposed to be getting him on track that doesn’t mean I can suddenly expect him to know everything he should already know - we’re going to have to work on this.” She hoped her mum wasn’t going to be disappointed with her.

Pam smiled and nodded, feeling very affectionate towards Lisa right now. She really felt she’d made the right decision putting her in charge.

“What I expect from Paul now is that he’s going to work hard and he’s going to do as I say. I want him to be honest with me about what he’s struggling with, that’s important too” said Lisa “He didn’t do the reading, and his essay plan was awful, but that’s been dealt with now - he’s been punished for that. So if he’s honest with me I can give him some other work to do instead. What’s important now is that he knuckles down and does some work and shows willing.”

“So... will you spank him?” asked Pam, trying not to glance at Sarah as she asked the question.

“Not if he’s honest” said Lisa, sounding surprised at the question “I don’t... I don’t think that would be fair, would it?”

Pam picked up a slight change in Sarah’s expression, a slight disappointment descended “Uh... no. I think you’re right, darling.”

“You don’t think I’m being soft?” asked Lisa, slightly concerned.

“Not at all. You’re quite right. Look, as you say, just because we’ve told him he’s going to do as he’s told and he’s going to work harder, it doesn’t mean he can suddenly and miraculously have his head full of all the stuff he ought to have learned and hasn’t. And, he was punished for not doing the reading, so there’s no real need to punish him again for that.”

Lisa nodded with a smile, glad her mum didn’t think she was being too lenient “I do want to be fair, mum.”

”I know you do, darling, and that’s important” said Pam “I wouldn’t have given you this responsibility if I didn’t think you’d be fair.”

“What about the coke?” asked Lisa.

“Oh...” said Pam with a sigh “Not Paul’s fault, actually. I don’t mean he hasn’t been greedy, but it was your dad. He took half a dozen cans.”

“What for?” asked Lisa.

“God knows... so he can chuck them away at the airport, seemingly” said Pam.

Sarah watched this exchange with a growing sense of disappointment. She had been so looking forward to seeing Paul have his trousers and pants taken down and his bottom smacked, but it was looking as though that wasn’t going to happen now. She consoled herself that at least Adam was still due for a spanking, and although that wasn’t going to be anywhere near as exciting, it was some consolation at least.

“So what’s Adam done, then?” asked Pam.

Lisa shook her head and tutted. She moved her chair out from under the kitchen table to make space and she summoned him with a crooked finger “He lied to me about his homework” she said.

Adam shook and swallowed heavily “It was an accident, though, mum, please...” he wailed.

“I asked him if he’d done all his homework. If he’d said he hadn’t then it would have been alright, he could have just gone and finished it off, but he told me had. And then he lied about when it was due, and then he tried to tell me that his friend Michael Tucker was an idiot and wouldn’t know what was what, when I called him to check and then he pretended he just forgot.”

“Adam” said Pam, sounding very disappointed in him.

“But I was going to do it, mum, I was, I promise I was, I could do it now, it won’t take long” Adam said in a shakily high pitched voice, terrified.

“He is going to do it in minute” said Lisa “But it isn’t that he didn’t do it that he’s being punished for. If he’d just said, it wouldn’t have been a problem. What he’s going to get a spanking for is lying to me about it, and to my mind, lying like that is a very serious offence.”

Pam nodded “Your sister’s right, Adam, you really shouldn’t have lied.”

“No, but... I really didn’t mean to” said Adam, tears starting to roll down his cheeks “I’m sorry Lisa, please....”

“So, because it’s such a serious offence, Adam, I’m afraid you’re going to have to get totally undressed” said Lisa, feeling a surge of excitement at the proclamation. She tested herself carefully, examining her intent, her motives. She was very keen to ensure that she wasn’t issuing this punishment because she wanted to, but because it was deserved. She was satisfied, that as much as she was going to enjoy it, she was not doing it for that reason.

Adam’ face turned a bright red and he cried more heavily “Lisa... please, Lisa...” he wailed.

Lisa felt a profound sorrow and sympathy for her brother, but she had to do what was right for him. She leaned forward and took hold of his t--shirt. She’d help him.

“I don’t... I don’t... I don’t need to be undressed, Lisa” said Adam, looking fearful and ashamed.

Lisa stopped pulling his t-shirt up and looked him in the eye “Are you saying that you don’t think lying is a big deal?”

“No, no, just that... it wasn’t meant like that... I was just...” stuttered Adam.

“Answer the question, Adam. Is lying a big deal, is that a serious offence?” asked Lisa, sympathetically.

Adam would have denied it. He would have denied anything right now, but his mum was stood just beside and behind him and he knew she would take serious exception to any denial of this.

“No, it is, but...” he began.

“No, Adam” said Lisa shaking her head “No buts. You could have told the truth and everything would have been alright. You didn’t have to lie. But that’s what you chose to do and lying is very serious, Adam, and so the punishment needs to be very serious too. I’m only going to use my hand on your bottom, so you needn’t worry about the wand rod - unless you cause any more trouble, that is.”

Adam swallowed heavily. He had seen Paul’s bottom and the damage that rod had done. He did not want to meet that particular implement, but then neither did he want to be undressed in front of Lisa or his mother and especially not in front of Sarah.

He had no argument to offer and so he dropped his head, signalling his surrender. Lisa continued lifting his t-shirt “Arms up” she said.

Adam lifted his arms slowly, wondering if there was some other way out of this. He briefly considered faking a heart attack and falling to the floor clutching his chest, but he didn’t think he’d get away with it.

Lisa pulled the t-shirt from him to reveal hairless arm pits and the naked upper body of a quite active and athletic boy. His body was not sculpted by exercise in the formal sense, but by running about, playing football, climbing and falling out of trees, cycling. It was the natural physique of an energetic and enthusiastic boy who loved the outdoors.

“Shoes and socks, please” said Lisa “You can do that for yourself, can’t you, and please - be quick about it.”

Adam dropped down to the floor to obey. He had mixed feelings about this. On the one hand taking off his shoes and socks meant that he really would be naked, somehow so much more so than if he had been allowed to keep them on. On the other it afforded it him a delay, a chance to avoid the moment of humiliation when he or Lisa took his pants down. He felt a surge of adrenalin and fear, knowing he was a condemned man.

Pam felt sorry for Adam, she did like him a great deal, but she hoped that this lesson would be an important one; one that would teach him that lying was not acceptable behaviour. Perhaps they could avoid Adam choosing that sulky sullen difficult path that Paul had lately been travelling on. On a purely selfish note she was looking forward to seeing his handsome bottom and she did feel a rather guilty thrill at the desire to spank it herself. She did not understand where this came from, but it was present nonetheless. Like Lisa, though, despite the fact she looked forward to the opportunity, she had no intention of making excuses. If he did something to deserve it, fine, but if he did not then she would have to be restrained.

Sarah watched goggle eyed. It had been such a revealing and exciting day for her and she couldn’t believe that it was still continuing in the same vein. This wasn’t the super cool, super attractive and stylish dresser that was Paul, having to undress in front of her, but Adam was very cute and she was growing excited at the prospect of seeing his naked twelve year old body all the same.

Outside the kitchen, in the hall, Paul waited. He had found the courage to leave his room and descend the stairs, but he could not find the courage to enter the kitchen. He closed his eyes in fear. He had peeked in, seen Sarah’s excited expression, as Adam knelt down, taking off his trainers, with Lisa and his mum watching.

Paul frowned uncomfortably. It was an enormous relief that it wasn’t him having to strip naked like this in front of Sarah, but having his little brother do so was just a little bit too close to him for comfort. He felt very sorry for Adam, but there was nothing he could do about it, and he certainly wasn’t going to put himself at risk in any way.

His bloodstream was swimming with an overdose of adrenalin and his heart was beating far too fast. He felt sick and he felt faint. Not going into the kitchen, he felt, was fatal. Going into the kitchen might be fatal too. He tried to force himself, but it was impossible; his body simply refused his instructions and he remained hiding outside, a pale statue to terror.

Lisa watched Adam patiently and when he stood himself upright again, feet bare; face red, she smiled at him and said “Come a little closer, Adam.”

Adam took that half pace ponderously, feeling like he weighed a ton. He was afraid he knew what was coming next and he did not want it at all.

Lisa’s hands came to his trousers and undid them quickly, not wanting to drag this out. Adam needed to be punished, but unlike Paul, she didn’t think he needed to be brought down a peg or two. She didn’t think he needed to be taught a lesson in humility. Her plan was to get him naked quickly and then spank him quickly. Once that was done he could be dispatched to finish his homework and she could concentrate her attention on her much more challenging older brother.

She lowered Adam’s trousers to reveal bright yellow boxer shorts with red ducks frolicking across them. She smiled. They looked so cute.

Sarah let out an involuntary giggle, but stifled it quickly with a hand.

Adam blushed bright red and felt ashamed. What had possessed him to put these underpants on this morning? They were strictly weekend underpants; pants he would never wear to school. Had he been given any clue that they would be revealed to the world he would never have worn them.

“If you could step out of your trousers, Adam, please” said Lisa.

Adam bent, pulled his trousers from his feet and handed them to Lisa. She folded them and placed them on the table beside her, looking up at her mum as she did so. Pam was staring at Adam, an expression of adoration on her face. Again, these were underpants she had washed and ironed many times and she had always thought they were very cute - which why she had bought them in the first place, but she had had no idea they would look so adorable on Adam. They were growing a little small for him now, and they hugged his well rounded bottom beautifully. It was almost a pity to have him take them off.

Lisa was about to look at Adam again, but she caught sight of movement. She looked over at the door with a sigh “Paul, come in here, please. I can see you.”

Sarah’s head shot round to the kitchen door in hope. Pam turned with a smile. Only Adam didn’t look; his eyes were firmly fixed on the floor in front of him as he shook in fear and embarrassment.

Paul was hidden again and he didn’t know what to do. He filled with fear and was unable to move. Why had he felt the need to peek into the kitchen? Why!? She had seen him; she knew he was here. If he didn’t go in now, having been summoned, what would happen? What would happen if he did go in? He closed his eyes and groaned, trying desperately not to cry.

“Paul?” he heard Lisa say “Please come into the kitchen now. Don’t make unnecessary trouble for yourself.”

Unnecessary trouble? Did that mean he wasn’t in trouble, or did it mean don’t make extra trouble. Sarah was there! He’d seen her. He’d seen the expression on her face when she had been looking at Adam in just his boxer shorts. How would she react to him? And what would she say tomorrow? This was going to be all over the school! The third form girls would all laugh at him, and the girls in his class. The boys would rip the piss out of him royally.

His stomach churned horribly as he forced himself from the wall and dragged his resisting body into the doorway.

Lisa watched Paul appear. He was white and looked petrified. His body moved slowly, like some kind of zombie controlled from elsewhere. She waited for him to approach.

“Lisa, I... I want to... sorry. I’ve got to tell you...” said Paul, sounding mortified. He looked at his mum for support and Pam smiled at him and nodded.

Lisa held up a finger “Not now, Paul, I’m dealing with Adam.”

Paul fell silent, his face colouring, He forced himself not to look at Sarah, even though he could sense she was staring right at him with a big grin on her face.

Lisa dropped her gaze to Adam again, looking at his tummy button before raising her eyes to his face “I am sorry to have to do this, Adam, but you must learn.”

She sat forward and reached her arms out. She didn’t take hold of his boxer shorts but placed her hands on his back above the waistband and slid them down. She felt a delicious blossoming of excitement as her hands stroked down inside his pants at the back and onto his buttocks below.

Adam shook and whimpered as he felt his sisters hand on his bottom and then again as he felt her hands continue down without pause. As her hands dropped, his boxers went with them. First at the back, baring his bottom, and then at the front, baring his most private parts.

Pam watched as Adam’s bottom came into view and she smiled. It was as handsome bare as it had been clothed, and it invited exactly the same response. It was begging to be smacked.

Sarah’s mouth dropped open. Her view in profile took in Adam’s attractive spankable bottom and also his willy and balls at the front. She gulped and her eyes widened. He was only twelve; a year younger than her, so she oughtn’t to be so interested, as boys usually develop later than girls and yet what she saw was a thing of beauty.

Paul couldn’t look. He swivelled his eyes to the kitchen window. Adam’s nudity was far too much a reminder of what might happen to him. He was being forced to wait. He was being forced to remain in ignorance of his fate. Would Lisa bare him like this in front of Sarah, and make him cry with another spanking, or would she be understanding as mum had suggested. He didn’t know and the uncertainty was an agony he could hardly bear.

“Step out of your underpants, please, Adam, and hand them to me” said Lisa, staring intently at her little brother’s exposed genitals.

Adam was practically fossilised. Being naked like this in front of his family was appalling enough, but in front of Sarah! His bottom, his willy, his balls were all exposed and everyone was staring at them. His face was blazing bright red and tears of shame rolled down his cheeks.

Bending was hard, without his yellow boxer shorts, things were free to move about, and that made them feel even more exposed and obvious. He handed his underpants to Lisa with a whimper, his tears growing more fluid and fast; his face screwing up.

As Adam straightened again, Lisa kept her eyes on his genitals. She passed the underpants to her side without looking, dropping them on the table. Lisa’s eyes were fixed on Adam’s naked groin. She had not really known what to expect, but she was taken with the similarities in looks to Paul’s despite the three year age difference. However the big surprise for Lisa was that Adam had a few sparse wispy pubic hairs growing in a tight semi circle around the base of his willy, on his otherwise lily white pubis, whereas Paul who was much older still had absolutely none!

Lisa was also surprised that Adam’s genitals were only slightly smaller than Paul’s. Adam was twelve years old and he did not appear to be showing any signs that he would be late into puberty unlike Paul or herself. Adam’s scrotum was already a plump ball tucked tightly against his body, just like his much older brother, but it was darker skinned and more crinkled. His penis hung down over that scrotum, being forced out a little by its plumpness. It was as long as Paul’s and only a little slimmer, the head peeking out of the end slightly, just like Paul’s had done. The only real difference between Paul and Adam was the few sparse wispy pubic hairs that Adam already had growing on his otherwise lily white pubis.

Lisa’s hand reached out and she ran her fingers through her brothers sparse wispy pubic hairs before moving on to his willy, and Adam squawked and Sarah giggled when Lisa did this. Lisa gently lifted her brothers willy in her hand … “so silky smooth and so cute below that little ring of your pubes” mused Lisa out loud, sounding surprised and delighted with what she was seeing!

Pam moved round to Adam’s front so that she could see more. “Well I never … I didn’t expect that he would already have some pubic hairs, he’s developing nice and early, his scrotum looks like it is just about ready to drop” said Pam.

Lisa nodded agreement as she stroked her fingers under Adam’s balls. She was about to comment how twelve year old Adam already had the beginnings of his pubic bush yet fifteen year old Paul was still totally bald when she realised she and her mother may be about to say too much and give Sarah a big clue about Paul’s lack of development, so she stopped and said nothing more!

Paul had originally focused his eyes out the window, but he had heard the conversation about what his brother looked like naked. Adam was three years younger than him, surely he was not as developed as he was? This thought made him look, but when he saw what his younger brother looked like naked, especially when he confirmed that Adam already had a few sparse wispy pubic hairs growing in a tight semi circle around the base of his willy, he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.

Adam screwed his eyes shut; tensed his whole body. Lisa was touching him and she was talking about him in the most excruciatingly embarrassing way. He could’ contain himself at the startling sensations being reported to his brain as she touched him. This was wholly alien. No-one had even touched his willy or his balls before and it was electrifying. He realised what was happening straight away as his willy started to distend and stiffen. He groaned miserably and wailed. It would have been horrifying enough with Lisa let alone Sarah. He forced his hands down quickly to cover himself up; pushing Lisa’s hands away in the process.

“Oh...” said Lisa, sounding surprised “Sorry, Adam. I hadn’t meant that.”

Pam smiled. She believed Lisa. She didn’t think she had done that on purpose. She felt sure she had acted on impulse, without thought. She hadn’t let Paul cover himself up, but she didn’t seem to be objecting to Adam doing so.

“Sorry” said Lisa, looking up at her mum “I accidentally gave him an erection.”

“It might have happened anyway” said Pam.

Paul tried to retreat into himself, to place himself somewhere else on the planet. If it felt this awful having his brother displayed and discussed like this, how much worse would it be if and when his turn came. He closed his eyes in shame and fear, but he felt for certain that everyone was staring at him.

He was right as far as Sarah was concerned. She was staring at him. She licked her lips as she gazed at his beautiful red face, screwed up in embarrassment, his long blonde hair almost covering his eyes. His handsome upper body draped in cotton t-shirt, his highly fashionable jeans and trainers. Her eyes lingered on his fly, where the material bugled slightly at the heavy cotton. She wondered what this adonis like fifteen year old boy would look like in the same state of undress as his brother Adam and she felt an excited gush between her legs as she hoped to find out soon.

“Adam, I would not normally allow you to cover yourself up like this when you’re being punished” said Lisa “But... under the circumstances, as this is the first time, I’ll let you off, but remember that when I have finished spanking you and you stand up, you are not to cover yourself up. Okay?”

“No, but... but... Lisa... but....” blubbered Adam, utterly ashamed and humiliated.

“By then, Adam, your erection should have gone away, so it won’t be a problem anymore, but if it isn’t... well, that’s going to be just bad luck” said Lisa “Now come on, over my lap.”

“But... but... Lisa... but...” said Adam, crying. The damage was done. They’d all seen his willy and they had seen if hard as well. He wasn’t sure he could cope with them seeing it again - not in any state.

Lisa helped him; taking his arm and dragging him into position. Adam was so lost in his mortification he was barely capable of doing anything at the moment, but he didn’t resist. Lisa pulled him over her lap and smiled down at his bottom “You’ve got a lovely bottom, Adam, you should be proud.”

”He has!” said Sarah suddenly, and then she blushed “I mean... I expect the girls at school - his age, I bet they’d like it.”

“Yes, given he’s twelve and has already got some pubic hair as well” said Lisa, looking over at Sarah’s gleeful expression “I think the girls his age would be very interested in his naked bottom and genitals.”

Sarah nodded “Oh yeah … why even I am interested” she said, a little embarrassedly.

Lisa performed some quick calculations in her head; estimating where to start, how many smacks would be needed. She started swiftly, not wanting to drag this out for Adam any longer than she had too. She started smacking him sharply, enjoying the feel of his bottom on her hand, just as she had done with Paul.

“What aspect of the return to traditional values are you up to now!?” said Isambard, striding into the kitchen. He saw Sarah and his mouth dropped open in surprise. Adam’s bottom was turning pink already and he was taken by surprise that his son was naked in front of Sarah.

“Adam is getting a spanking for lying” said Pam, turning her head to her husband, her irritation written all over it.

“What’s she doing here?” he asked, rudely.

“Sarah has come to study with Lisa” said Pam, almost through gritted teeth “But it has turned out to be quite educational for her already.”

Isambard narrowed his eyes and focused them on Pam. “Are you intending to do the same with Paul in front of Sarah !”

“Why? Are you intending to cancel your trip and stay home to supervise the family discipline?” asked Pam, looking him in the eye.

Their eyes locked in a battle of wills played out through their stares. Isambard’s eyes dropped first.

“I thought so” said Pam “Just like always. Don’t you trouble yourself, darling, you have such important things on your mind. So much more important than us.”

Isambard concentrated his glare on Lisa. She looked up at him. There were times when her father seemed utterly selfish to her, and although she loved him, she also sometimes didn’t like him very much.

“We were talking about how similar in appearance Adam’s and Paul’s penises were” said Lisa, knowing exactly what she was doing “Mum said it’s hereditary!”

Isambard frowned and turned bright red “You said that!?” he said, turning to stare at Pam again.

“Just making an observation” said Pam “It doesn’t hurt the girls to learn that these things are largely hereditary.”

Isambard had no answer so he changed the topic. “I have decided to take your advice Pamela and stop the night at a hotel near the airport, especially as you are being selfish and making me get my own breakfast tomorrow.” said Isambard.

“Yes that’s a sensible decision. By driving down this evening, and staying at a hotel at the airport, you will not be rushing off early in the morning” Pam responded.

“Excellent, well I am all packed, so I will be off!” Isambard gave Pam a peck on the cheek, “Bye darling, bye children, see you all in a week!” With these parting words the Venerable Archdeacon Isambard Fairburn, Vicar of St. George’s Church of the Unified Kingdom Broad Riddle and Archdeacon of Greater Riddle turned, picked up his luggage and exited.

Paul couldn’t believe it. Why was his dad not sticking up for them? It had sounded, at the start, like he was going to put his foot down, but he’d just crawled away like a coward when confronted by his mum. He felt his stomach sink further. There was no cavalry coming to the rescue - of that he felt sure - and the realisation was absolutely gutting.

Pam calmed herself, smiled at Lisa’s inquisitive look, and then relaxed her eyes on Adam’s bottom. He was beginning to squirm now at the unfamiliar feel of a punitive hand on his bottom and he was beginning to cry out.

Adam’s penis, which she had ensured had been placed carefully, did not feel as large as Paul’s had. She wasn’t surprised. It did undergo the transformation that Paul’s had - in reverse. Paul had been limp and had become erect. Adam had been erect but was becoming limp. She continued smacking methodically and felt an almost irresistible urge to sing a shanty or work song as she did so. She did resist the urge, though, and knew she would have felt very embarrassed if she had burst into song.

Adam felt pain like he had never experienced it before. It wasn’t that it was greater than that time he had twisted his ankle or been punched on the nose, or suffered many other scrapes in the past. It was the concentration of it and the fact it was being applied to his bare bottom. Other pains had just happened and he’d had to live with the aftermath; but this was ongoing. As he suffered the pain more was being applied. It was not like anything he had felt before and it was horrible. His mind filled with images of Paul’s bottom, of the rod and he was terrified half to death of what it would be like if that was applied to his bottom. He swore to himself, even as she squirmed and cried at this hand spanking, that he was never going to find out.

Lisa did not spank him for too long. His bottom was red and her hand was stinging painfully. He was squirming quite dramatically over her lap and he was crying his eyes out. She felt she had achieved her goal and hoped that this would teach Adam that lying was now permanently off the agenda.

She stopped spanking him and stroked his bottom gently “Alright then, Adam, up you get.”

The relief that it was over was huge, but it was swamped with the realisation that getting up meant everyone seeing his willy and his shameful face. He didn’t argue or delay, though. He pushed himself to his feet. Tears still streamed down his cheeks, but he had avoided the bawling snotty phase. His hands came instinctively to cover his front and Lisa tutted at him.

“What did I say about covering yourself up, Adam?” asked Lisa.

Adam shook his head. He remembered, but he did not want to remember.

“I said that when you got up you were not to cover yourself, and that was the same always. It was only that once I allowed you” said Lisa, calmly “Have you still got an erection?” She was sure he hadn’t.

Adam flushed even brighter red and shook his head.

Lisa looked over at Paul “Can you come here, Paul, please, and show Adam how he should have his hands and arms when he’s being punished!”

Paul filled with humiliation and fear. What!? In front of Sarah!? Oh God! This was going to be appalling.

“Wouldn’t... wouldn’t it be easier for... for you to tell him” said Paul, his mouth drying up and his voice cracking.

Lisa did no more than raise an eyebrow at him and Paul felt like he’s be smacked really hard across the backs of the legs with the rod. He jumped forward, not looking at Sarah at all. He placed his palms together as though he was praying. Pressed his fingertips under his chin and then forced his elbows together over his tummy. The strain in his shoulders was immediately upon him.

“Like Paul, Adam, see?” said Lisa.

Sarah looked at Paul and she smiled. This was a curious position to be in, she thought.

“Paul, tell Adam when he should be adopting this position” said Lisa, testing his memory; hoping he had not forgotten.

Paul moaned; he couldn’t even drop his head in shame. “When... when you’ve got no trousers on” said Paul.

“This was the position Paul was in earlier” said Lisa to Adam “When he was naked.”

Sarah’s eyes dropped to Paul’s groin again, trying to imagine what that must have looked like. She swallowed heavily. The whole of his groin; his willy, his testicles and his pubes would have been on display; nothing covered up at all. She closed her eyes briefly and prayed she would be allowed to see that before the day was done. She squirmed slightly as she felt a gush of excitement and she wanted to touch herself. She blushed at the thought.

Lisa gave Adam a sympathetic smile “So I want you to do this now, and remember that in future whenever you are naked or have your trousers and pants down, this is how you stand, okay? I shouldn’t have to tell you every time.”

Adam whimpered and dropped his eyes He put his arms up, feeling his willy swing with the liberty afforded and he copied Paul’s praying pose.

With the two boys doing the same side by side, Sarah quickly flicked her eyes back and forth between them, almost able to imagine Paul naked too.

“Thank you Paul, you can stop for now” said Lisa.

For now!? He dropped his arms, retreated and considered fleeing for his life.

Lisa studied her younger brother, her eyes ranging slowly up and down his naked front “Adam? I hope this has taught you a valuable lesson about lying and that we won’t have to do this again.” She picked up the rod from the table and held it out in front of her “Look at me please, Adam.”

Adam dragged his eyes up and they widened in fear when he saw her holding the rod.

“If I have cause to punish you again for lying, Adam, I will use this on your bottom and legs” said Lisa “Would you like me to give you a stroke now, to help you remember?”

“No!” said Adam, in a desperate wail. His head shook violently.

“Are you sure, Adam?” said Lisa.

“Yes!” he insisted; nodding dramatically.

Lisa held his eyes for a second or two and then she nodded “I want you to get dressed Adam, go upstairs and do your maths homework. I will be up to check on it in an hour” she flicked her eyes up to the clock “Okay?”

“Okay” said Adam, reaching for his trousers and pants. He didn’t dress; he just turned and ran for the door, leaving his shoes, socks and t-shirt behind.

Pam and the girls watched him go, his red bottom wiggling dramatically as he ran.

“I can’t see how he’s going to do his homework” said Lisa “If he hasn’t taken it with him.”

“He’ll be back” said Pam.

“One way or another” said Lisa, with a sigh. She looked up at Paul “Come here, Paul, you wanted to tell me something.”

Paul nearly exploded as all his fears and concerns and uncertainties hit him at once.

Paul tried to be brave as he felt three pairs of eyes turn to him at once. His mother’s were passive, quiet and patient. Sarah’s were bright and excited and hopeful. Lisa’s were curious, strict, and demanding. He wanted to hold his head up, push his chest out, be manly in front of Sarah, but his nerve failed him.

He found his hands fidgeting with each other nervously in front of his groin. He felt sweat break out on his brow; on his upper lip. He felt his body trembling and weak. The voice he had wanted to come out clear and in his best baritone, came out shaky and alto.

“Uh... Lisa, I... I tried, I really did. I tried and... the essay, I can’t do it. I’m sorry, please don’t spank me!” he pleaded, tears pricking at his eyes; held back only by his willpower.

Lisa pursed her lips studying his red face; his long blonde hair flopping almost over his eyes. She dropped her eyes to his t-shirt, his yellow letter covered fashionable jeans, focussing finally on his groin. No rush, no need to be unfair. She looked up at his face again.

“Why not, Paul?” she asked “You were given an hour and you still have twenty minutes left. Why can’t you complete the essay like I asked you?”

Paul swallowed heavily, looked over at his mum for some support, but she remained quiet and passive. He looked back at Lisa “Because... you know I didn’t do the reading and... now I can’t... don’t... don’t know what to write. I’m sorry, Lisa. I tried, I really did. I promise you I tried my best.”

Lisa nodded slowly.

“What’s the essay about?” asked Sarah, betraying her excitement and impatience.

“Paul?” asked Lisa.

“Uh... French... French Revolution” Paul said with a quavering voice, not looking at Sarah. This was so humiliating.

“I was going to offer to help” said Sarah, by way of explanation “But... I don’t know anything about it.”

So how the fuck did Lisa? Paul waited in terror for Lisa’s judgement He screwed his face up unbravely and prayed and prayed and prayed his mum had been right.

“What did I say would happen if you failed to produce your essay, Paul?” asked Lisa, calmly.

Paul’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest and his stomach nearly popped up out of his mouth. How could he answer that question in front of Sarah.

Lisa waited, but it did not look as though Paul was going to answer her. She turned slightly, picked up the spacer from the table and patted her thigh with it lightly “Paul?” she asked, quietly.

“Spanking!” said Paul, suddenly, his eyes riveted to the rod. Don’t do it! No! No, please don’t do it! “You said... you said you’d spank me!”

Lisa nodded “That’s close to what I said I’d do, Paul. And at the very least your trousers and pants would come down, but most likely you would have to get completely undressed. And then you’d go over my lap and I would spank you very hard, possibly on the backs of your legs, until you cried.”

Paul shook, his eyes bulging with fear, staring down at the marble tiled floor. He was literally terrified.

Pam frowned slightly. She assumed Lisa was just trying to drive the point home to him; to get him to understand that even if she let him off this time he could not depend on that and she would expect hard work and good behaviour. Letting someone off was always a tricky call, even if there was justice in it.

Sarah squirmed in her seat; swallowing heavily as she felt a new surge of excitement. Was he going to be naked? She so wanted him to be.

“Do you think that just because Sarah’s here I would let you off, Paul?” asked Lisa, wanting to make absolutely sure he understood this critical point “Do you think I wouldn’t have you get undressed and lie naked over my lap to have your bare bottom or legs smacked until you cry, just because Sarah, or come to that, anyone else, was here, Paul?”

Paul was filled with molten lead and he felt boiling hot and heavier than a neutron star. His face burned and his bottom started stinging agonisingly at the memory. His head dropped lower and the tears he had managed to hold back until now started to fall onto his cheeks. He couldn’t understand why they didn’t turn instantly to steam. He didn’t know. Would she? Really? Wasn’t it just a bluff? Please, wasn’t it?

“Paul? Do you want to take your trousers and pants down now, or do you want to answer my question?” asked Lisa.

Sarah let out a little squeak and Lisa and Pam turned to her. She turned bright red herself “Sorry” she said, feeling really embarrassed.

“I don’t know...” said Paul “I don’t know” he said, closing his eyes and hoping with more hope than he had ever summoned before that it wasn’t going to happen.

“Would you like me to provide you with evidence, Paul? Would you like me to prove to you than I am deadly serious?” asked Lisa. This was something it was really important he understood; otherwise he was going to find out one day - the hard way.

“No, no! I believe you! I believe you!” said Paul, his voice cracking a high C.

“Good” said Lisa “Well, under the circumstances, Paul” she paused “Please look at me when I am talking to you.”

Paul underwent a slow and gruelling craning upwards of his head, meeting Lisa’s eyes. They seemed patient, calm and understanding, but the effort of holding her gaze was a Herculean task all the same.

Lisa saw all the shame and fear and humiliation in the world in her brother’s eyes and her heart nearly broke. For a moment she wavered, nearly lost her nerve, but she reminded herself how important this was if she was to sort him out and get him back on the right track. She concentrated on reminding herself that the more serious, the more strict she was now, the greater the chance of sparing her brother greater humiliations later. None of her thoughts or her doubts showed in her controlled expression and she took a short breath before continuing.

“I understand that you did not do the reading. We saw that earlier, and you have been punished for that, haven’t you?” said Lisa.

Paul nodded and his “Yes” came out in a fearful whimper.

“And that’s the reason you can’t write the essay. I am glad that you’ve come to me and confessed to that, Paul, rather than waiting until the time was up and then making excuses as to why you hadn’t completed your task. Do you know what would have happened if you had chosen that course of action, Paul?”

Paul shook his head, and then realised that was only inviting some humiliatingly graphic description and he nodded instead. Then the realisation dawned that she might ask him to tell her. His nod turned to a shake again.

“You seem confused, Paul” said Lisa “Let me tell you once again. “You would have been asked to get undressed, Paul. You would have gone over my lap naked, and you would have had your bare bottom, and perhaps you legs, smacked very hard until you had cried. Then you would have stood in front of me while you explained your failure in painstaking detail, in the position I showed you earlier. And I would not have cared, Paul, whether you had the biggest erection of your life, as you did before, or none at all. And, added to that, Paul, Sarah would have watched the whole thing and seen what you look like totally naked.”

It was a toss up whether Sarah was the most excited by hearing these words spoken to Paul, or whether it was Lisa, speaking them. Pam was getting pretty hot too, but compared to the almost orgasmic flush the girls were experiencing, her excitement could be considered mild.

“I... I didn’t do that, though” he mumbled.

“No, you didn’t” said Lisa, and she smiled “And I’m glad you didn’t” She said with utter sincerity, despite her excitement “Come here!”

Paul’s whole body tensed. What for? She was going to spank him! Shit! Shit! Shit! What now! He shuffled forward in fear, his chest heaving and tears of anticipation rolling down his cheeks.

Lisa put her arms around him “Bend then!” she said.

He bent. Was she going to smack him like this!?

Lisa hugged him and then kissed him on the cheek “I’m glad you decided to be good, Paul. That’s all you have to do, just be good. Please?”

Paul felt weak; his knees buckled in relief and he barely caught himself before falling into Lisa’s lap face first. He felt her arms tighten around him, trying to steady him a little. He sobbed heavily. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” he said out loud, as he realised he wasn’t going to have to get naked in front of Sarah and have his bottom smacked. “Oh God!”

“Be careful how you use Gifs name Paul” Pam admonished.

“I don’t want this time to be wasted, though, Paul. You’ve a lot to catch up on, so I want you to make a start on the problems at the end of chapter one of your maths book. I’d like to see them all done by bedtime. Okay.”

“I’ll do the whole bloody book” he wailed, still trying to express the depth of his incredible relief.

“Don’t swear!” said Lisa, smacking a hand to the back of his trousers.

Her hand landed right on her neat pattern of spacer strokes and Paul yelped “Ow! Sorry, sorry, sorry!”

“Now, listen to me, Paul, this is important” said Lisa “If you have any difficulty, if there’s anything you don’t understand or are struggling with, you come and ask me, okay?”

“Okay” aid Paul, quietly.

“If I come and check on you later and find you haven’t done them, or they’re done badly, you know what’s going to happen, don’t you?” said Lisa.

Paul gulped and nodded.

“Go on then, get some work done” she kissed him on the cheek again and released him.

Paul straightened himself, turned, and marched swiftly out of the kitchen; intent on getting a very great deal of work done.

Lisa sighed and looked over at her mother. Pam smiled at her “Well done, Lisa. Very well done.” Lisa felt very proud and pleased with herself, and she was about to say something, but she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned “Adam! Come in.”

Adam appeared at the door, looking very nervous. He was dressed now, but his face was still bright red and he looked fearful. Lisa picked up his books from the kitchen table “You want these?” she asked.

Adam nodded remaining half behind the door as if expecting Lisa to bring them to him.

“Come and get them, then” said Lisa.

Adam’s eyes dropped to the rod that Lisa still held and he licked his lips, wondering if he was in trouble “But... if I do...” he said, his lower lip trembling.

“What’s the matter?” asked Lisa.

“I just want the books” said Adam “Nu... nu... Nothing else.”

Lisa frowned, slightly confused, and then she realised she was still holding the spacer “Come and get the books, Adam, or do you want me to chase you half way around the house with this?” she held the rod up.

Adam jumped back out of sight and then very slowly reappeared, peeking around the door to see if she was coming. When he saw her still sat where she had been he took a deep breath and dashed into the kitchen.

Lisa held the books out to him and Adam snatched them quickly, keeping at arms length.

“Adam” said Lisa, sounding very disappointed “Don’t be so rude. Are you asking for another spanking already?”

“No, sorry, I’m just... I just want to get on with it” he said backing away rapidly “Can I... can I go?”

Lisa sighed and nodded “Work! I’ll be checking!”

He was gone already.

“He could end up worse than Paul at this rate” said Lisa, shaking her head.

“He’s just scared” said Pam “He’ll get used to it.”

Sarah looked at Pam and then Lisa, wondering what was going to happen next. She’d seen Adam, and that had been great, but what about Paul? Was she going to see Paul?

Lisa could sense Sarah’s desire. It would be easier to achieve if her mother wasn’t supervising.

“Well mum, with dad gone, at least you can have a nice relaxing evening” offered Lisa, hoping to move her mother along.

Pam took a great big breath and exhaled slowly. She looked at Lisa and nodded “Yes, good idea, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. That new DVD I’ve been waiting to watch. I’m going to watch it now.”

Lisa nodded and smiled. “Carmen?” said Lisa.

Pam nodded “Yes, good old George Bizet. I am going to lose myself in a very long and very sublime opera.

“I’m sure that’d be a great relaxation for you” said Lisa with a grin.

“Now, the lounge door will be closed. No-one comes in!” said Pam, as she strode off.” She disappeared out of the kitchen.

Lisa frowned and looked at Sarah, wondering what her mum had meant. Sarah’s face looked shocked and then she suddenly burst into laughter. Lisa frowned some more. She didn’t mean....

There was a long moment, with Sarah laughing with shock and embarrassment and Lisa staring at the floor trying to find a way to deny what she imagined her mother had meant. After a little while she gave up and grabbed her laptop and papers “Come on, let’s go upstairs.”

Sarah jumped up straight away, still laughing. The boys were upstairs. Paul was upstairs. The two of them headed up as well.

End Part 3

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