Archbishops College

Archbishops College - Fairburn Family 5

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 5
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 5
An Archbishops College Series Story

“Paul! You were told that you were not allowed to masturbate without permission” Paul’s mother said, sounding cross “Have you been granted permission?”

Paul was still and silent by the time his mother had asked him this question; lying flat on his back, pretending to be sleep. He had heard her approach and he was terrified. His mind had been filled with the vision of Sarah’s naked body and he had been rock hard since he had returned from the shower. The loud noises that Lisa and Sarah had been making had not made his abstinence any easier and he’d been unable to control himself. He was on his second wank since his shower now, and he was still trying to figure out what those noises had been about. It had sounded almost as if...

Pam looked down at her fifteen year old son’s poor acting performance and she shook her head. She grabbed the duvet and pulled it down the bed. Paul sat up suddenly “Uh... what!? I was asleep!” he said. Pam looked at his hand clamped over the front of his pyjamas.

“Paul, you were not asleep, you were masturbating, and you have been told about that, haven’t you?” said Pam.

“Uh...” Paul tried to look confused and tired, as if he didn’t know what was happening.

“Out of bed!” said Pam.

“Mum, I’m... tired” said Paul, miserably.

“But not too tired to masturbate” said Pam “Out of bed!”

Paul drew his legs up and slid them to the side, placing his feet on the floor. He bent forward and pushed himself up into a standing position, hand still over the front of his groin. He yawned for effect.

Pam sat herself down on Paul’s bed and looked up at him “Turn to face me, Paul and put your hands on your head, please.”

“Mum... please... I just want to go to sleep” said Paul.

“We can deal with this between the two of us, Paul, or... if you like, I can ask Lisa to come and deal with it. I am sure Sarah would like to accompany her, and Lisa is very fond of that spacer, isn’t she?” said Pam.

Paul whimpered. He turned to face his mother and put his hands reluctantly on his head. Pam looked at Paul’s pyjama trousers. They bulged outwards and they were stained with his come. She sighed heavily.

“I think Lisa’s going to have to have words with you, Paul” said Pam “And perhaps that would best wait until tomorrow.”

“No, mum, please, not, let’s... let’s deal with it now, please!” pleaded Paul.

Pam reached up for Paul’s pyjama trousers. She didn’t bother to undo them; she just drew them down, exposing his needy erection in the process. She tutted and shook her head “You have been masturbating, haven’t you?”

Paul dropped his head, his face turning bright red “I... it wasn’t... I couldn’t...”

“How on earth can I put you over my lap like that?” said Pam.

Pam heard movement in the hallway and she looked up to see Sarah hurry past the door, dressed now, without even looking in “Sarah?” she called out.

There was a brief pause. Paul slammed his eyes shut and his entire body tensed.

Sarah head peered round the door looking worried. As soon as she saw Paul’s naked erection her mouth dropped open and her eyes grew wide. She grinned broadly.

“Can you ask Lisa to come, please” said Pam.

“No, mum... no, you don’t need...” wailed Paul.

“Yes, Mrs Fairburn” said Sarah, turning back to Lisa’s room and dashing off.

“Don’t say you weren’t warned, Paul” said Pam, and she reached up and took hold of his erection, rolling his foreskin right back “Are you getting sore?”

“Mum!” Paul yelled “No, don’t! Stop it!”

Pam smacked a hand to the side of his bottom “Don’t you tell me what to do, young man!” she said, crossly “Stand still!”

Paul tried to stand still, but he trembled from head to foot.

“You’re overdoing this, aren’t you? Look how red you are! That is not healthy!” said Pam.

Paul quivered and whined, and then he wailed again when he heard:

“Did you want me, mum?” from Lisa, as she came in. Paul didn’t see it with his eyes closed, but Sarah was right behind Lisa.

Pam looked over. Lisa was wearing a dressing gown, but she presumed she was still naked underneath. Sarah, behind Lisa, was still very red faced.

“I’m sorry, darling. I know you’re busy, but I need to give Paul a spanking and I can’t do that while he’s in this disgusting state” said Pam.

Lisa looked her brother up and down “Has he been masturbating!?” she asked, sounding appalled.

“I’m afraid he has” said Pam “Haven’t you?” She smacked the side of Paul’s bottom again.

“No... I mean... yes” he whimpered, feeling deeply humiliated to have to admit this in front of Lisa and Sarah.

“So what I need you to do, darling, is get him in the shower and cleaned up, and then get him into clean pyjamas. When you’re done bring him downstairs. I’ll be in the lounge” said Pam.

Lisa stared at Paul for a short while “Yes, mum” she said “And don’t worry, he is going to be very sorry for putting us to all this inconvenience and for disobeying this rule. Tomorrow after school I am going to teach him about masturbating with help from some of the other girls from school.”

Paul’s head shot round. What did she mean!? “No, Lisa, it wasn’t... I didn’t mean to.”

“I can promise you, Paul, you won’t be doing it again tomorrow night!” said Lisa “Bathroom! Now!” She pointed to his door.

Paul’s face turned into a picture of woe and he bent to pull his pyjama trousers up.

“Don’t bother with those” said Pam reaching up for his shirt “Let’s get them off” Again she didn’t bother with the buttons, she just lifted his shirt, forcing Paul’s arms up in the air as she stripped him bare. Once his shirt was off she smacked a heavy hand onto his bare bottom “Now, do as your sister says!”

Paul hurried out of his bedroom and along to the bathroom, hoping to escape everyone’s eyes as tears dripped down onto his cheeks.

“Do you... want me to stay for a bit... to help?” asked Sarah.

“Good idea” said Lisa “Thanks.”

Pam scooped up Paul’s soiled pyjamas and handed them to Lisa “Better put these in the laundry basket.”

“Sorry mum” said Lisa “I’ll make sure he doesn’t do it again.”

Pam nodded and then gave Lisa a kiss on the cheek “Don’t worry darling, I’ll be dealing with him too. Just bring him down when he’s ready. I think this boy needs a lesson in obedience and I need to arrange some things before he comes down.”

“Yes, mum” said Lisa turning to head out.

Sarah grinned broadly and followed.

Paul was already in the shower by the time Lisa entered the bathroom. He turned his head, but kept his groin pointed away from his sister; towards the wall. He saw Sarah come in behind Lisa “Make her go away!” he complained “This isn’t fair, Lisa, don’t let her watch!”

Sarah ran her eyes up and down Paul’s gorgeous bottom and she sighed, hoping she’d be allowed to stay.

“You were told, Paul, by me and by mum, that you weren’t allowed to masturbate any more without permission” said Lisa, heading to the shower cubicle “So don’t you start complaining!”

Sarah followed, getting as close as she dared. Despite her unbelievably exciting sexual encounter with Lisa, she wanted more as her excitement started to wind itself up again.

“You’ve already been masturbating far too much, and mum said that if you did it again without permission you were going to get a spanking, and she said I should teach you a lesson by making you masturbate in front of my friends” said Lisa, her own excitement rising too as she spoke these words.

“No, but... Lisa... it wasn’t my fault, honest” pleaded Paul “After... I mean... after... with Sarah, seeing her like that and you having her touch me... I wouldn’t have done if you hadn’t done that... if... I was so excited… !”

“I accept that, Paul” said Lisa “That might be right. It might be that seeing Sarah’s most private secret parts like that and having her touch your erection made you really horny and you were driven to masturbate by lust. Okay. But... this is all about you learning to control your urges, and clearly you can’t yet. What happens af school tomorrow if one of the girls in your class, thanks to the return to traditional values, gets a spanking and has to take her knickers down or has to get undressed? Are you going to be wanking yourself through the lesson? Or rushing off to the bogs at the next break?”

“Oh... God!” said Paul, feeling his penis stiffen. He wished she hadn’t said that. What if... could that really happen? He’d heard about it happening in starting to happen in other classes. What if it was Helen or Sarah, or Elizabeth? What if they were forced to strip for a spanking in front of the class?

“Turn around, Paul” said Lisa.

“I’m washing... I’m washing myself” said Paul, not wanting to turn.

Lisa flashed the spacer through the water to land on her brother’s bare bottom. He jumped and howled “I said - turn round! I do not expect to be argued with!”

Paul span round, his half hard penis flailing in front of him . His face turned scarlet again.

“In exactly the same way as I have to help you learn to do algebra, I have to help you learn to control your urges” said Lisa. “It’s exactly the same. You are not doing yourself any good like this. Now, I might be able to help you with algebra by explaining it, by working through it with you quietly in your room, but this is something that needs a completely different approach, and I agree with mum.”

Sarah’s eyes were locked onto Paul’s half erect penis. She licked her lips and thought that his hairlessness made it so beautiful. She wanted to touch it; to stroke it again; to see it become completely rigid. She watched closely as soapy water ran along the length of his shaft and streamed off the end.

“So, tomorrow, after school I will have you masturbate in front of some of the girls from my class who I will invite over. I hope that the embarrassment, and I know it’s going to be very embarrassing for you, will teach you a lesson and you won’t be masturbating without permission again. If that doesn’t work, Paul, we’ll have to try something else” said Lisa “But you have brought this on yourself.”

“I’ve learnt! I won’t do it again, Lisa” pleaded Paul, his face screwing up in horror “I swear to God I won’t ever masturbate again unless you tell me I can.”

“I don’t believe you” said Lisa “And even if I did, you still need to be punished. So what I don’t want is any silliness, or any arguing, or any showing me up tomorrow when I tell you to get undressed and start wanking, because otherwise, Paul, your punishment is going to get a lot worse, okay?” She was gushing wet again already and she frowned, feeling like she was going to need three showers tonight to get properly clean.

“Lisa, come on... we can work it out... we can do something... anything, but don’t make me do that, please” begged Paul.

Lisa didn’t want to discuss it any more for fear of causing herself an unwanted orgasm. She looked at Paul’s willy and frowned “Have you washed that yet?”

“Yes, I have” said Paul, blushing deeply.

“It looks filthy, still” said Lisa.

“No... it’s... it’s clean” said Paul.

Lisa looked aside at Sarah “Does it look clean to you?”

Sarah shook her head and licked her lips “No, it still looks dirty.”

Lisa tutted “Clean it for him then, please.”

Sarah’s brow furrowed and she looked surprised “Really!?”

“Yes, and no playing around!” said Lisa, she smacked her hand across Sarah’s bottom “I can spank you just as easily as Paul if you misbehave.”

Sarah jumped and yelped and she felt a powerful flush of excitement. She bit her lower lip and her hands penetrated the wall of water towards Paul’s penis. Paul squealed and backed away until Lisa lifted the punishment rod. He froze and then yelped when Sarah’s hands came to his hard-on. She used the soap dribbling down and the stream of water to stroke her hands around the head of his penis, under the foreskin and up and down the shaft. Paul let out a great wailing moan as his erection thrust itself straight upwards until it was as hard as oak. Sarah didn’t stop, though, she kept stroking, and soaped his hairless scrotum and around his equally hairless groin, grinning hugely and licking her lips.

Lisa watched in fascination at this process and she wondered what it would be like with a different boy, one who wasn’t her brother “Make sure... make sure his bum’s clean as well” said Lisa, closing her eyes against another flush of intense erotic pleasure.

Sarah let out a giggle and she withdrew her hands from his penis, watching it judder slightly as it refound its natural upright position. She patted the side of his bottom “Turn around Paul.”

Paul was only too happy to remove his hard-on from sight and he turned to the wall, dropping his crimson face and screwing his eyes shut against the humiliation. He did not dare consider whether Lisa’s threat was serious; he could not imagine how it would feel to have the girls from Lisa’s class staring at his erect willy, watching his wanking himself. He had to believe that it was just a bluff, and empty threat to make him behave himself. He was prepared to buy it to that extent; to the extent that he would be good, but not to the extent that Lisa would really do as she had threatened. Besides, the parents of the girls would never allow their daughters to do that; and if the parents didn’t approve and Lisa still did it, she would face very serious punishment. He knew enough about the return to traditional values to know there were rules and guidelines that had to be followed!

Sarah reached for the shower gel and squeezed some of the green goo into her hand. She rubbed it over Paul’s wonderful bottom and she thrilled as both hands started to lather it up. His buttocks were firm and gorgeous and she squeezed and stroked enthusiastically, all the way across and from bottom to top. As she grew bolder, she slid her hands alternately between his buttocks and up and down his crack until she was sliding fingers up and down over his anus, all the way down and through the back of his scrotum and up again.

Paul quivered and moaned in humiliation and pleasure, head bowed and legs trembling. His hard on was more rigid than ever and his tears disappeared into the cascading water. He had never been violated like this before and he didn’t know whether he liked it or not.

“That’s enough” said Lisa, growing impatient “Rinse off and get out.”

Sarah pulled her hands away reluctantly. She held them under the water and quickly washed them off and then she stepped back to dry them on a towel. She was quivering in her excitement and she had one desperate thought in mind: What would it feel like to be in Paul’s position and have someone else’s soapy hands stroking her bottom and between her legs. She closed her eyes, moaned and felt her wetness increase tenfold. Would she want it to be Lisa or Paul? Or... both!?

Paul did no more than remain as he was, letting the water do its job, but he took too long.

“Paul, out, now!” said Lisa.

Paul groaned and stepped back out of the shower cubicle, turning the water off as he came. He kept his rampant penis pointed away from the girls and Lisa turned to grab a large towel from the shelf beside her “Turn!” she said.

Paul turned slowly and Lisa tossed the towel to him “Get dry, quickly, and come back to your bedroom, but you had better be completely dry.”

She turned and marched out “Sarah!” she called out over her shoulder.

Paul watched them go from under his fringe and he started to dry his hair. His erection wobbled violently and he wished he could make it go away. He wondered if he could have a quick wank. He knew for a certainty it would be quick, but he dismissed the idea as far too dangerous. He concentrated on drying himself and trying to will his erection away. No matter how hard he tried, though, he could still feel Sarah’s hands on it, her stroking his arse and balls. He sighed and let more tears fall. He felt, with a greater certainty than he had ever possessed before, that if he was given ten minutes alone with Sarah, he could give her the time of her life - and of his.

Lisa marched into Paul’s room and waited. Sarah arrived slightly after her, her head turned back towards the bathroom, missing the naked Paul already.

“You were supposed to just be cleaning him” said Lisa, her knickers sopping wet now “But you were doing more than that, weren’t you?”

“Oh, uh... no, just... I was just... what you said” said Sarah, in a high pitched voice, trying to sound innocent.

“I want your knickers down, Sarah, right now!” said Lisa.

“But, Lisa...” said Sarah, eyes wide and looking like she might cry.

“Alright then, off - all of it, off!” said Lisa “I will not put up with this incessant argument and defiance. I get quite enough of that from Paul” she flashed the spacer across the side of Sarah’s thigh and the girl leapt in the air with a shriek “Now, get all of your clothes off and stand with your hands on your head. I want you stark naked, and when I am good and ready, I am going to smack that bare bottom of yours until you are very sorry and you can convince me that you are going to stop arguing and being difficult.”

Sarah gulped and her heart leapt. Paul would be back! He could be back any minute! Her face turned bright red and she quickly pulled her dress off, while her heart raced. She dropped it to the floor and then unclipped her bra; she hesitated a moment, looking at Lisa, hoping she would change her mind and tell her to keep her underwear on. Lisa’s expression spoke of nothing but the expectation of obedience. She drew her bra off, and her nipples erected themselves the instant they were exposed. She dropped down, taking her knickers with her, pulling them from her feet then pulled off her trainers and socks. When she stood again she was stark naked, lobster red from head to chest and trembling in fear that Paul would return before she was fully dressed again.

Lisa stared at Sarah and Sarah stared back. What was she waiting for? Wasn’t she going to get on with it? Finally, Lisa stepped forward “I think you’re getting overexcited by all this” said Lisa, her hand coming down to Sarah’s pussy “You’re soaking wet, and your boiling hot. You want my brother to fuck don’t you?”

Sarah gulped. Did she? She knew she did. She moaned as Lisa’s hand came to her clitoris and stroked “Say it!”

“I... I want Paul to.. I want him to fuck me!” confessed Sarah and then started crying at the humiliation of having to announce her desire like this.

Lisa eased a finger inside Sarah’s moist but tight vagina, pushing it all the way in and then fucking her gently with it “You want his stiff little bald willy in here, don’t you? Fucking you like this, in and out, until he squirts his meagre clear boy juices inside you, don’t you?”

Sarah inhaled and momentarily screamed at the shock of the intrusion, then she trembled and her knees felt weak, she knew she was going to collapse any second “Yeees!” she wailed.

Lisa withdrew her hand and sucked her finger. She shook her head “You are a very naughty girl, Sarah Collins, and you really do need to be punished.”

Sarah dropped her head “I know” she sobbed.

Lisa took hold of one of Sarah’s breasts and stroked it. She took the nipple and twisted it gently “These breasts, I think they need to be smacked.”

“Smacked!? How!?” said Sarah, her head shooting up, that did not sound like... “Yeow!” she yelled as Lisa slapped a hand across her breast. It wasn’t hard, but it stung all the same.

“And this one!” said Lisa, grabbing Sarah’s other breast and slapping across that one too.

“No, no they don’t... they don’t need smacking at all” said Sarah, with a howl.

“Paul, over there by the bed, hands on your head! Don’t move. Don’t speak!” said Lisa, seeing Paul in the doorway, eyes bulging alarmingly at the sight of the naked Sarah.

“Paul hurried, hands clasping his groin, to his bed. He put his hands on his head, letting his hard-on fall to a sharp angle.

Sarah shook in humiliation. Paul could see her naked again and... what if Lisa made her confess what she had just confessed? She felt nauseous; that would be too humiliating to live with.

Lisa moved around to the back of Sarah, and Sarah couldn’t help turning her head to try to track her.

“This bottom, Sarah” said Lisa “It needs smacking.” She smacked her hand across Sarah’s bottom and Sarah let out a long “Owwwww!” and jumped slightly. Her breasts wobbled and Paul’s eyes wobbled with them.

“The backs of these legs, too” said Lisa “They need smacking.” Sarah tensed and then squealed in pain as the back of her left thigh was struck with a stinging slap.

Lisa retuned from her tour to Sarah’s front again “Such a lot of smacking needed” said Lisa “Because, Sarah Collins, you are such a naughty girl.”

Sarah whimpered and dropped her head in shame.

“Do you know what she said, Paul?” said Lisa, turning to her brother “Do you know what she told me?”

Paul dragged his eyes from Sarah’s naked body, feeling his penis tight and hard like iron, his bright red face turned to Lisa.

“Sarah said... actually, Sarah, why don’t you tell Paul?” said Lisa.

Sarah’s mouth dropped open and she shook her head “I... I can’t” she sobbed, praying that Lisa was not going to make her say; wasn’t even going to say herself.

Lisa placed her hand on Sarah’s pussy again and stroked, teasing up around the clitoris. Sarah let out a high pitched moan and her breathing became dangerously rapid. She was going to come - any second now - she was going to come in front of Paul. Lisa pushed a finger inside her friend again.

“What did you say? Sarah, tell Paul” said Lisa.

“No... no... I... can’t!” wailed Sarah.

“Paul, come here!” said Lisa.

Paul hesitated and then stepped forward, his penis lurching dramatically from side to side with his motion.

“Remember what I said, Sarah, about arguing with me, being defiant, how tired I am of it - well now, my girl, you are going to have to be punished even more” said Lisa “And we haven’t even done that smacking yet.”

“No, we have!” said Sarah, rising up on her toes “You did... you smacked me already” Her high pitched voice sounded desperate.

“That wasn’t your smacking, Sarah, that was just to show you what I was going to do” said Lisa, she turned to Paul “Stick your finger in here!”

Paul frowned and looked dubious “In... where?” he asked.

Lisa drew her finger from inside Sarah and raised it to Paul’s nose “In here” she said. Don’t be shy!” She took her finger back, sucked on it again.

Paul frowned deeply, could he? Should he?

As Lisa summoned a sigh of annoyance Paul suddenly dropped his hand down and stuck his finger inside Sarah, causing her to squeal out loud at this latest invasion of her previously most private and secret body body parts. Paul was fingering her and she moaned, a long moanful wail, such was her humiliation and pleasure!

“Tell him, Sarah!” said Lisa “Before it’s too late and you earn yourself a very embarrassing punishment after school tomorrow.”

“Uh... uh... uh...” said Sarah, her voice far too high.

“You’re already getting your bare bottom smacked tomorrow, Sarah. I am thinking of having you naked and on show before the boys and girls of our class that I invite over whilst you show them how a girl masturbates” said Lisa.

“I said... I said... I said... I want Paul … to ... to ... to fuck... me” said Sarah, and she burst into tears at the shame of the confession.

Paul did not know he had it in him. He thought he was already as rigid as it was possible to be, but his penis turned harder and he fought back the rising orgasm, just at the thought of it.

“Do you want to fuck Sarah, Paul?” asked Lisa.

“Uh... fuck?” said Paul “Uh... uh...” What was he supposed to say?

“We’ll deal with the swearing when we go downstairs, after mum’s finished with you” said Lisa.

“Uh... I... I mean... uh... yeh! Yeh!”

“Say it then” said Lisa, watching her brother’s hard-on pulse and twitch and throb.

“I... I want to fuck Sarah” he said.

“Okay, that fuck’s okay, I told you to say that one” said Lisa with a smile “So, Paul, if you are really, really, really good, and if Sarah is really, really, really naughty. You can fuck her as a punishment for her.”

Punishment? Sarah groaned; how naughty did she have to be? She wanted to know.

“But we don’t have time for that right now. Mum will be waiting for us” said Lisa “Paul, get your pyjamas on. Sarah, collect up your clothes. You won’t need to put them on, but you will carry them. I will give you your spanking downstairs, while mum spanks Paul.”

Paul turned and hurried to a drawer to get clean pyjamas out; his mind reeling. Fuck Sarah? Could he really fuck Sarah? He tried to calm himself. He was going to blow; he was going to blow his fucking balls off any second despite his earlier ejaculation. He took a deep breath as he dressed, and he held it; closing his eyes and trying to hammer the idea from his mind.

The trip downstairs seemed very slow and plodding. Sarah was trying hide behind the pile of clothes she was carrying. Paul, completely absorbed with thoughts of shagging Sarah, had his hands firmly in front of his pyjamas. Lisa followed them both, chivvying them rather unsuccessfully with light taps of the spacer, but not wanting to do any more for fear of causing someone to fall dangerously down the stairs. The trio didn’t speed much when they arrived in the hall and headed to the lounge.

“Go on” said Lisa, encouragingly when they got to the closed lounge door.

Sarah felt the need to knock, and she didn’t open the door until she heard Pam say “Come in.”

Paul came too; his reverie over the prospect of shagging Sarah melting away as the reality of his current situation imposed itself on him. He looked glum and despondent as he faced having his trousers pulled down, his erection exposed, and his bottom smacked yet again. He fought back his tears and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath knowing he had no choice but to endure.

Sarah took one head down, pace forward, stopped dead in her tracks, and then shrieked. She turned to flee, but ran straight into Lisa.

“Sarah, will you…” said Lisa.

“No, let me out!” she shrieked, one hand behind her, covering her bottom.

“What are you talking about!? Get in there!” said Lisa, growing impatient. She smacked Sarah across the front of her thigh with the rod.

Sarah jumped back “Yeouch!” she yelled “No, no, you don’t understand!” yelled Sarah.

“In!” said Lisa, growing cross. The rod flashed again and Sarah shrieked and jumped back further.

“You too!” she said to Paul.

Paul’s mouth had dropped open and he shook his head. His mouth opened and closed but no words came out. At least with him she had a bottom to aim for. He yelped and jumped several yards as his bottom was sliced with the painful implement.

Lisa sighed heavily, hardly able to believe this ridiculous behaviour at the final hurdle. She pushed the two of them in. Paul forwards and Sarah backwards, and as she was pushing the door closed behind her she realised.

Pam smiled over from the large settee and waved the trio towards her “You took your time!” she said, looking at Paul. He gulped and started to sob loudly.

Next to Pam sat their neighbour Mavis Carter, looking curious. Paul was a handsome boy and one who was normally very cheeky and arrogant. When Pam had called her a short time ago and asked if she could come and witness his spanking as suggested by the return to traditional values protocols, she had to think twice. Not because she wouldn’t want to witness such a thing, but because she had other responsibilities. However it had been the overwhelming desire to see this handsome stylish lad brought down a peg or two that had made the decision for her.

It wasn’t Mavis that appalled Sarah and Paul the most nor that next to Mavis, sat nine year old Jonathon Carter in pyjamas, dressing gown and slippers, looking tired, and next to him, in the same state of dress, ten year old Harry Roberts. It was the fact that in the two adjoining armchairs, dressed normally, were Sarah and Lisa’s thirteen year old classmates, Dave Carter and Terry Roberts.

Paul gulped and turned bright red, while Sarah looked frantic, trying to press past Lisa to escape, her hand still trying to keep her bare bottom covered up.

The two younger boys, sleepy and looking as though they had recently been dragged from their beds, suddenly woke up at the sight of a naked thirteen year old girl and both boys grinned while in their pyjamas, their diminutive willies stiffened rapidly.

Dave, more used to seeing beautiful naked girls, due to his secret membership of the local gang, assessed what he could see critically. His dick hardened despite his experience, but he showed less obvious excitement. He had wanted an early night, to get as much sleep as possible before tomorrow’s classes, but his mother had insisted he stay up to keep Terry company, until his parents, the newly appointed Parish Rods, Colin and Amelia Roberts came to collect him and take him home. Harry, having a much earlier bedtime, was to have stayed overnight and returned home in the morning.

Unlike Dave, Terry’s eyes were almost popping out of his head, in the same way his dick was trying to pop out of his pants. He had never seen anything like it. He couldn’t see a great deal of his classmate Sarah, with her hand in front of her bottom, her back to him, but she was clearly stark naked and that was enough excitement on its own.

“I didn’t know we had company” said Lisa.

“No, I thought, given Paul’s bad behaviour, I would ask Mavis to come round and help, It’s in the traditional values protocols.” said Pam “But she was babysitting for the new Parish Rods, Amelia and Colin Roberts’ and she couldn’t leave the kids unsupervised, so…”

“Especially with the two youngsters” said Mavis “I suppose I could have left the older boys, but since the other two were coming anyway…”

Lisa nodded and smiled “Perfect!” she said “I mean… fine. Of course.”

“Why is Sarah naked again?” asked Pam.

“Oh, I was going to give her another spanking, She’s been naughty with Paul again” said Lisa “Thought I might as well do it while you were doing Paul, rather than delay you.”

“Good thinking” said Pam “Paul, here please!”

“Mum…” said Paul fearfully “I… not with… with Mrs Carter here and …”

Pam raised an eyebrow “I invited Mrs Carter here quite deliberately Paul, as is suggested in the traditional values protocols. I warned you that I might take you around to her house for a spanking if you continued to be naughty and take you naked, but I thought I would spare you the humiliation of walking over to her house and ask her to come here. Would you like to get undressed and punished here or undressed and we can all take a walk next door to be punished?”

Paul was stunned. Be humiliated here or be humiliated next door and have an extremely humiliating naked trip each way? Was that supposed to be a choice!?

“If you don’t come here right now, young man, we will be taking that walk and you will be doing it with your hands on your head!” said Pam.

“Not to mention what I’ll be doing to your bottom if you defy mum!” said Lisa, smacking the punishment rod across his bottom again.

Paul leapt and shrieked. He burst into tears. The humiliation was appalling. To be spoken to like this in front of Mrs carter, in front of these other boys. It was just about the worst thing he had ever experienced. “But, mum…” he said approaching swiftly “It’s… not fair…”

Lisa looked Sarah in the eye and raised the rod, “Are you going to do as I say, Sarah, or am I going to have to use this on your bare bottom.”

Sarah gulped “But… Lisa…” she whispered “There are boys … here!

Lisa’s stare was entirely unconcerned “As there probably will be tomorrow afternoon, if I can arrange it Sarah.”

Sarah’s eyes widened, recognising that Lisa was very serious. She was suddenly struck with a wave of such tremendous excitement and humiliation that she nearly fainted. Lisa actually wanted her to display her naked body in front of all these boys and was intending to spank her just as she had intended before she had known about the visitors. In that moment she saw her own excitement reflected in Lisa’s eyes and she wondered if they would be allowed to return upstairs before she left to consummate that shared exhilaration.

Lisa saw the spark and she saw it ignite the tinder of Sarah’s libido. All she needed now was to add the kindling, wait for that to catch and then heap on as much wood as she could muster.

“Hands on your head, Sarah, … now!” said Lisa, in an utterly confident and calm tone “You are already stark naked and soon I will turn you and all your most private body parts will be exposed and after that I am going to smack your bare bottom. If that happens to be in front of these boys, then so be it.”

Sarah’s heart stopped for a brief second and then her hands rose, dropping her clothes and her shoes at her feet. The boys still only had a view of her bottom, but still she turned red and trembled; closing her eyes for a moment and moaning.

“I think we’ll have your hands on your head too, Paul” said Pam, staring at her scarlet faced son.

Paul did not want to move his hands, but at least he was wearing some clothes, Sarah was stark naked. His mother and Mrs Carter were staring directly at his front, and if his hands moved his erection would be obvious. It was fading, and it was fading fast, but it still needed a few seconds yet. Jonathon and Harry were staring at him as well. Not at his groin like the ladies were, but at his face. They were grinning, always getting pleasure from seeing a bigger boy told off, humiliated and embarrassed.

“Mavis, I expect you have so much more experience of this than me, what with you having adopting traditional values in your household much earlier than we have!” Pam said to Mavis, as she gave Paul a chance to make his mind up.

“No, not really” said Mavis.

“Oh, really?” said Pam, I had the impression from my husband that you had been doing it for some time.”

“My husband and I have had a number of conversations with the Reverend, from the early days of the return to traditional values, but it is a big step to take and we took our time to decide and then fully implement. It is not something that should be rushed into.” explained Mavis Carter.

“Oh I see, and I agree it is not something that should be rushed into … my misunderstanding then.” said Pam.

“I’ve actually only recently started spanking and having naked time with my children.” Jonathon’s had a couple, haven’t you Jonathon?” said Mavis, turning to her youngest son.

Jonathon frowned, looked round nervously, and nodded with a blush.

“But I haven’t had to spank Dave yet, he’s such a good boy” said Mavis.

This comment might have spared Dave some embarrassment except that Terry chortled at him.

“Paul, I am not going to ask you again” said Pam.

Paul’s hands rose to his head. Things were rapidly going from bad to worse. It was only a short time ago that his arse was strictly off limits and he would not have considered his mother or sister seeing him naked a possibility. But now, not only had they both seen him naked, touched him, spanked him, but Sarah Collins had as well. And now his mother intended he be spanked in front of Mrs Carter from next door and four other boys. Lisa’s ridiculous and outrageous threat to treat him like this tomorrow after school in front of her classmates; in front of girls and boys, was growing more and more credible by the second. It had all happened so fast and he couldn’t understand it. Tears rolled down his cheeks and for a fifteen year old teenager they were almost as humiliating as everything else.

“Why’s he crying?” asked Harry “He is like fifteen and you haven’t even spanked him yet.”

“I expect it’s because he’s terribly embarrassed” said Pam, smiling at Harry “He knows his trousers are coming down and everyone’s going to see his bare bottom and his willy and balls. What he doesn’t know yet is that because he’s been so slow and reluctant to do as he’s told, his pyjamas are coming completely off.”

Paul whimpered “Mum ... why .... why.... not ... naked!”

Lisa had turned the naked Sarah and was coaxing her to a free armchair. Neither Dave nor Terry was sparing Paul much of a glance as the beautiful naked thirteen year old girl turned to face them. They took in the entirety of the front of her body from her crimson face down to her breasts with their hard nipples and her wild haired pussy, dripping wet between her legs.

Lisa sat, but kept Sarah facing the boys “What do you think, boys? Is she beautiful?”

Dave nodded, unbeknownst to anyone there, he had seen a number of girls naked and so had bodies to compare Sarah’s body against. Her naked body held up very well as far as he was concerned. Dave bit his lower lip and wished he was able to wank. He was really going to need one when he got back home. Terry nodded, open mouthed, tongue hanging out, drooling “Yeh!” he said. He had none of the experience that Dave had!

“How does she compare to Emily, Dave?” asked Lisa, expecting that Dave would find the older girl more attractive.

Dave narrowed his eyes and shook his head “No one’s more beautiful than Emily” he said.

Lisa was displeased “But Sarah’s older and... and she’s naked. You haven’t seen Emily naked.”

Dave bit his tongue. What could he say? “But... I love Emily.”

Lisa nodded, that was acceptable; if he loved her …

“Actually, he has” said Mavis.

Dave’s head turned to his mother quickly. What did she know? What was she going to say?

Pam started to unbutton Paul’s pyjama shirt and she looked at Mavis “Dave has seen Emily naked? We’re talking about Emily Weaver here, I presume?”

“Yes” said Mavis “They were all involved in some silly dare where Peter Turner had to walk down the street naked, or something like that, and they all got spanked together for it by the new Parish Rods. I think there were quite a few of them, including Victoria Blacklock and Emily Weaver. Dave was there and they all got spanked naked, didn’t you?”

Dave blushed bright red and nodded. That had been his first spanking and it had been awful. He was also not in the least bit proud of his performance that day.

“Oh, so you have seen Emily naked, then” said Lisa “Oh, just think, mum, that must have been ever so embarrassing, I bet Dave got an erection if there were naked girls there.”

“I expect he did” said Pam “Did you, Dave?”

Dave gulped and frowned. He dropped his head and took a deep breath. He turned and looked Pam directly in the eye “Yes, I did. It’s only natural.”

Pam raised both eyebrows and smiled.

Mavis frowned “Dave, don’t be rude.”

“I’m not being rude, she asked the question!” said Dave.

“I meant your tone, young man” said Mavis “And ‘she’ has a name. I might not have spanked you yet, but we could make this the first time, if you want to carry on like that.”

“Sorry mum” said Dave quickly “Sorry, Mrs Fairburn.”

“That’s alright” said Pam, with a smile “Just be a little bit more polite.”

“I bet you were rock hard” said Lisa to Dave “That’s the sort of treat that doesn’t come along every day. Under the return to traditional values it is usually boys who are naked, not girls, as boys are usually more naughty and act less mature!”

Dave didn’t answer. He didn’t want to risk getting into trouble, and he sure as hell did not want to tell Lisa that actually, that treat did come along every day with his secret membership of ‘The Gang!’

“Are you hard now?” asked Lisa.

“Lisa!” said Pam “That is not a very polite question, especially with his mother here.”

“Sorry, Mrs Carter” said Lisa, quickly.

“That’s alright” said Mavis with a laugh. She turned to Pam “She’s bound to be curious.”

Paul was still crying and shaking as his mother pulled his pyjama shirt from him. Naked! He was going to be naked! In front of Mrs Carter and the boys! And Dave had seen Victoria Blacklock and Emily Weaver naked!? He was filled with an almost insane jealousy. He’d give almost anything he owned for that treat.

Pam nodded to Mavis as she undid the button at the top of Paul’s pyjama trousers “It is something girls are naturally curious about, I suppose. Sarah was very curious about Paul’s penis, wasn’t she?”

Paul was already a living mass of misery, but this question coupled with his pyjama trousers sliding down his legs under their own weight caused him to wail and shake with such shame he thought he might pass out. He stood naked from head to toe, his hands on his head, with his mother and Mrs Carter and everyone else there staring at the very organ the question referred to.

Mavis Carter was in shock at what she was seeing, Paul was still so smooth, so hairless and small like a little boy. She had thought for sure that being fifteen years of age, that he would have more, a lot more! She commented to Pam, “I would have expected Paul to be much more grow up by his age, it’s amazing what his clothes have kept hidden!”

Dave, Terry, Jonathon and Harry were all grinning at Paul too, shaking their heads as if to question his masculinity. Paul always acted so super cool and mature towards them, hardly having the time of day for them and compared to Dave and Terry, Paul was a super stylish dresser, but now that he was stark naked he certainly did not look at all big and mature! The two older boys were now feeling very superior and smirking at his bald little boy genitals, asking themselves how any self respecting fifteen year old boy could look so much like a little boy!

“Yes Mavis, I too was very surprised by what his clothing has hidden! Come a little closer, Paul, and step out of your pyjama trousers” said Pam.

Paul, was quivering and sobbing, he hesitated momentarily and then took half a pace forward. He was hardly steeping out of his trousers so much as stepping off them. He tried to comfort himself with the thought that at least there were no other girls here to see his bald immature secret exposed, but the attempt was a failure. He did not feel comforted at all.

Pam reached a hand up and lifted Paul’s willy. He gasped, shuddered and wailed “Mum... please!”

“Now that Paul has moved in close, the amazing thing, as you can now easily see Mavis, is that that at fifteen years of age, he is still naturally hairless, no shaving has taken place and his genitals are quite small for his age too! said Pam.

“Yes, I am very surprised!” said Mavis to Pam.

Terry and Dave smiled at each other and let out a giggle at Mrs Fairburn and Mrs Carter’s comments.

Mavis continued to stare at Paul’s willy and frowned. She had known Paul for years, but it had never crossed her mind to wonder what his willy might look like.

Pam, ran her fingers across the totally bald pubis at the top of Paul’s penis and then trailed her fingers down the sides. Paul ‘ooohed’ and closed his eyes in shame. The horribly exciting tickly sensation set fire to his brain and he felt himself start to stiffen “No... mum... no... please...”

Pam pushed his penis upwards, holding it against the bottom of his belly “No hair anywhere below his neck yet” she said as she felt his smooth scrotum. “Nothing anywhere, so surprising at his age.”

Paul rose up on his toes and whimpered in misery. The humiliation of being inspected and shown off like this was excruciating.

“But I think he’s got an attractive body, despite his lack of development” said Pam “His bottom is nice and firm, well rounded, and a joy to spank. His willy, though it is still boyish, is an attractive thing, especially when it’s erect. Why don’t you show Mrs Carter what it looks like when it’s erect, Paul?”

Paul froze and his heart stopped beating for a moment. His skin seemed to burn all over and his face was the colour of fresh blood. He just shook his head and his eyes pleaded with his mother while he mumbled “No, no, no mum, no, no, please, no, mum, no, no, no!”

“They get so uncooperative and modest at this age” said Pam, her hand snaking round to his bottom and pulling him a little closer and turning him towards Mavis more “And that’s one of the things we’re trying to deal with under the return to traditional values. Paul really needs to learn to do as he’s told and be less modest.”

Lisa shook her head and sighed “You can say that again!” she said “He’s terrible about doing as he’s told. He really needs to work on that. Sarah here is already way ahead of Paul in the doing as she’s told stakes. Aren’t you Sarah?”

”Yes” said Sarah miserably.

“Come on, Paul, get it up for Mavis” said Pam, patting his sore bottom.

“No, mum... I... I can’t... please! For God’s sake, don’t make me... do... that!” wailed Paul.

“Sarah could help him, mum” said Lisa “If he’s to shy and modest to do it himself!”

Pam looked over at the naked trembling Sarah and she smiled. She felt her own excitement rise at the prospect. She had missed this treat earlier, but now... “That’s a good idea. Sarah, why don’t you get Paul nice and hard.”

“No!” yelled Paul, his hands shooting down to cover his slightly stiff willy.

“Can I borrow the punishment rod for a moment, please, Lisa?” said Pam.

“Of course you can, mum” said Lisa, getting up and crossing to her mother “Sarah, you come here, quickly.”

Sarah didn’t hesitate, she crossed over to Paul’s side and stared down at his nearly limp willy.

“So much more obedient” said Pam, shaking her head “If only Paul behaved himself as well.”

Lisa handed her mother the rod “She is still naughty, though, mum, and she still needs to get her bare bottom smacked from time to time.”

Pam tried an experimental swish of the flexible rod, bringing it sharply across Paul’s bottom “Hands... on head!” she said, firmly.

Paul yelped loudly and jumped up in the air. His hands came away from his groin immediately, but they flew to his bottom rather than his head.

Lisa frowned as she saw the thin red welt rise. It was not parallel with the precise strokes she had already laid down and that bothered her.

“He’s confused” Pam said to Mavis “I said head, not bottom!” she said to Paul. She flashed the rod across the backs of his thighs and Paul’s shriek reached a new high pitch. His hands flew to his head this time and his legs shook violently.

“Now, I was intending to spank you with my hand, Paul” said Pam, looking up at his bright red face “If I have any more disobedience from you I will use this rod. I want you to pause for a moment and think about which of those you would prefer, because it is not going to be a few love taps, my boy.”

Paul did not have to think for a moment. The rod was terrifying and with the state his bottom was already in, he did not want even a single stroke more. He whimpered and shook and cried.

“So what’s it to be, Paul? Obedience or the rod?” asked Pam.

“O... o... bedience” said Paul.

“Good boy” said Pam, patting his bottom with her hand. She smiled at Sarah “Go on then, Sarah, you get his willy all stiff for us, will you?”

“Yes, Mrs Fairburn” said Sarah, her eyes down on Paul’s willy. She dropped her hands from her head and she took hold of it in one hand while stroking her other around his bald groin.

Paul groaned and wailed, trying to prepare himself for the humiliation. He had no choice, he knew that. It was going to hammer him; slam him into the ground, and he would never be able hold his head up again. Would it end tonight? Would Lisa really carry this on, tomorrow after school? He could not bear the thought of that. He could not imagine how it would feel to be in this position in front of boys and girls from his school. He cried openly, sobbing and wailing, but... it also felt so good. His eyes turned to Sarah’s breasts, the gorgeous beautiful naked soft curve of them; her hard nipples and what he had seen earlier of her most private secret parts. He felt himself stiffen lustfully and his mind turned back to Lisa’s comment; to Sarah’s comment. Could he shag her? Could he get away from Lisa at some point? Could he get Sarah on her own? She’d said she wanted him to shag her... if he could... Oh, fucking hell, if he could, what a way to loose his virginity!

Paul was alerted by Jonathon and Harry giggling unashamedly but he did not open his eyes. It was obvious to him already. He was as rigid as iron.

“Hands back on your head, Sarah” said Lisa.

Sarah put her hands on her head, but she did not take her eyes from Paul’s beautiful erection.

“Will you two boys stop it!” said Mavis to the two youngsters to her left. “You won’t find it so funny if you end up in the same position.”

The boys didn’t stop, though. They couldn’t. The sight of a naked bald fifteen year old boy with his tight ball sack and willy all stiff and poking up in the air was just hilarious.

Mavis withdrew her eyes from Paul’s erection and moved her arms into her lap. Getting herself all excited and aroused was not a good idea; she’d find little outlet for it and it would just make her feel frustrated.

“I think Paul isn’t the only one getting excited” said Lisa, wrapping her arms around Sarah. She stroked at her breasts, teasing her nipples and stroked her other hand between her legs.

Sarah moaned and groaned; her humiliation and excitement mounted rapidly in tandem. Pam turned her appreciative eyes to Sarah’s naked body and she felt a profound surge of something erotic and long forgotten. How long had it been since she had last had a woman. She sighed mournfully, such was the life of the wife of the local vicar!

“Come on, let’s get these two spanked” said Pam, impatiently.

“Good idea” said Lisa “They are so naughty.”

Lisa led the quivering Sarah back to her chair and she sat, pulling Sarah down over her lap. Sarah took a deep breath, released it, and relaxed her body. She so desperately wanted another orgasm now and she no longer cared who witnessed it.

Pam took Paul’s wrist and pulled him to her “Now don’t you show me up” she said, as she pulled him down over her lap, pulling her dress up to provide a gap for his erection to fall into.

Mavis licked her lips again and stared at Paul’s back and what she could see of his bottom over Pam’s lap. She glanced over at Sarah too; at the curve of her back, her breasts hanging down. Her eyes slid surreptitiously over to Dave and Terry.

The two thirteen year olds were rigid and staring lustfully at the sight of Sarah’s excited and inflamed pussy between her lags from the back. Dave, much more accustomed to this kind of sight was red faced and displaying his excitement, but Terry was practically apoplectic. This was something entirely new to him; something he had never seen before. He couldn’t help but squeeze himself through his trousers.

Jonathon and Harry were still giggling. They were excited by the sight of both naked older children, but not quite in the same way, and the whole scenario was still hilarious to them.

Lisa started on Sarah’s bottom with her hand, and Pam followed suit on Paul’s. Mavis felt a little left out and she turned to Jonathon and Harry “You boys were warned” she said “Dressing gowns off, both of you.”

The giggling stopped immediately.

“Jonathon, did you hear me?” asked Mavis. She felt it easier to start with her own son. Not only to boost her own confidence, but because the precedent would help when dealing with Harry.

Jonathon frowned and pouted “I haven’t done anything” he said, in a small plaintive voice.

“Your laughing at Paul and Sarah is rude and inconsiderate” said Mavis “And I will decide whether you have done anything or not. Now, take off that dressing gown and drop your trousers, or I will do it for you. And Jonathon ... I promise, you will be sorry.”

Jonathon gulped and his face fell. He did not want to be spanked in front of everyone, and he didn’t want to bare his bottom or his willy, but on the other hand he did not want to make his mum angry and risk suffering even worse.” He shucked his dressing gown off his shoulders and dropped it to the floor, tears forming in the corners of his eyes “I could just... just keep my trousers on, though, mum, they won’t hardly make any difference” he said, in a very small and scared voice.

“They won’t make any difference as far as how much your bottom is going to hurt when I spank you, Jonathon, but the embarrassment of taking them down will be a much more fitting punishment for laughing at others in the same unfortunate position” said Mavis.

Jonathon gulped and dropped his head. He was going to get a very humiliating spanking, but if he refused he would get something a lot worse - he knew that from the first and last time he refused to take his trousers down. The wooden spoon had been murderous and he’d cried for two hours. He had still been in pain the next day.

He slid his pyjama trousers down carefully, keeping his legs tightly together and making sure he was turned directly to his mother, so no-one else would see. As soon as they were down he cupped his hand over his stiff willy and waited fearfully.

Mavis stared at him dispassionately “Hands by your sides, Jonathon.”

Jonathon hesitated, trembling in shame. His hands came away from his groin and to his sides, but his balled fists shook there nervously.

Mavis assessed Jonathon’s hairless groin, his scrotum, as yet undescended, and his erect penis sticking straight out from his body. She thought he was probably quite big for his age, but she didn’t have a great deal to compare it to apart from Paul and so wasn’t confident in her judgement. Jonathon’s face was bright red by now and tears were dripping from his eyes.

Pam looked over at Jonathon. She stopped her spanking of Paul. She was so enjoying the feel of her hand impacting his firm teenage bottom that she did not want to waste this pleasure while her attention was elsewhere. Jonathon’s pyjama shirt was long enough to cover half of his bottom, but the lower half of it was exposed. Pam smiled. It was childish, as befitted a nine year old, and she tried to remember how Paul’s and Adam’s had looked at that age. She had to confess that she had no recollection at all. She hadn’t thought to notice.

“Just out of interest” said Pam “Is Jonathon’s willy any indication of his father’s?”

Mavis frowned in thought “I don’t really know” she said “Jonathon has hardly developed in that way and I never saw Roger at that age.”

Pam nodded “Dave might be a better indication, then” she said, smiling over at the rapidly reddening thirteen year old.

Dave blushed and gulped. He dropped his head, pretending to concentrate on his shoes.

“If he doesn’t behave himself, we’ll find out” said Mavis, looking over at Dave threateningly.

Dave wasn’t looking and he tried to be very quiet and very still, hoping that this attention would pass quickly.

Mavis pulled Jonathon over her lap, pulling his shirt up his back to uncover his bottom.

“Not hard, mum, please!” wailed Jonathon.

“Why do they always imagine they can dictate the severity of their punishment?” asked Pam, shaking her head.

“I don’t know” said Mavis, dropping a hand to her son’s bare bottom “Hopeless optimism, I suppose.” She squeezed Jonathon’s bottom “Are you hopelessly optimistic?”

Jonathon didn’t know what that meant or what to say.

Mavis looked up at Harry “I thought I told you to take off your dressing gown.”

Harry stared at her as though she was mad.

“Just before your mum left early this evening, Harry, she told me to spank your bare bottom if you were naughty and that’s exactly what I intend to do. She also told me to tell her about it so that she could smack you again when you got home. So... do you want to keep this between us, or would you like me to tell your mother all about it when she gets back?” said Mavis, keeping eye contact with the boy while still stroking Jonathon’s pale white bottom.

Harry glanced over at Terry for some kind of support, but Terry was staring lustfully at Sarah’s bottom and paying no attention to him whatsoever. Harry gulped and stood up, taking his dressing gown off slowly.

“Now, take your trousers down and put your hands on your head. I’ll deal with you as soon as I’ve finished with Jonathon” said Mavis.

“I’ll... I’ll... I’ll wait until you’ve finished, Mrs Carter” said Harry in a high pitched voice.

“No, you’ll do it now, Harry” said Mavis, firmly.

Harry took a quick look behind him. No-one, apart from Mrs Fairburn, was looking at him. Sarah and Paul were too busy being spanked, Dave was staring at his shoes, and Terry was drooling at Sarah. Lisa was... oh no.... she had been paying attention to spanking Sarah, but now she looked over at him, met his eyes and smiled. He quickly looked away, turning bright red. He dropped his eyes to Jonathon’s anxious bottom and he sighed pitifully. He pushed his pyjama trousers adown and lifted his hands to his head.

Pam watched Harry’s pyjama shirt ride upwards, exposing most of his bare bottom. Being a year older his bottom was a little fuller, a little more spankable, Pam thought. She smiled. Nothing to compare to the beautiful example she had in front of her, though, and she smiled back down at Paul’s, stroked it for a few seconds, and the renewed her assault.

Mavis took in Harry’s genitals. Like Jonathon he was hairless and his scrotum was still firmly attached. His willy seemed a little smaller than Jonathon’s, despite his one year superiority. Despite this having nothing to do with punishing bad behaviour, she glanced over at Terry and Dave again, her curiosity at what they might look like in the willy department increased.

She felt Jonathon squirm over her lap and she looked down at his small bottom. She started to spank him, but she didn’t spank him very hard. Not because of his earlier entreaty, but because she didn’t think his behaviour was so bad. It did need to be punished; he had been quite impolite and thoughtless, but it wasn’t a big deal and his embarrassment at having to take his trousers down was probably sufficient punishment on its own.

Lisa was enjoying spanking Sarah in front of this audience and she did so enthusiastically. Like Mavis, she didn’t spank very hard, but the thrill for exercising this authority and power in front of these others was exhilarating. She kept looking up at Dave and Terry, smiling at them. Dave was no longer watching, but Terry was still gawping in lustful fascination. She wanted her smile to imply that they might be next; that she could just as easily strip their clothes off and smack their teenage bottoms, but Terry was too lost in his own sexual excitement to read anything into her looks and Dave wasn’t paying attention. That disappointed her greatly.

As soon as Jonathon’s resolve was overcome and he started to cry, Mavis stopped spanking him and forced him up to his feet. His hands came first to his bottom to rub some of the sting away, then balled up they came to his eyes to screw his tears away.

“Now, are you going to behave yourself, Jonathon?” asked Mavis, looking at his now limp willy. It still looked larger than Harry’s, even in this deflated state. She felt a sort of pride in that, but wasn’t sure why.

“Yes, mummy” said Jonathon, miserably.

“Right then, I think we’ll have this shirt off, and then you can stand there with your hands on your head until I’ve finished with Harry” said Mavis, reaching for Jonathon’s pyjama shirt.

“Oh no, please mum...” wailed Jonathon, not wanting to be naked.

“You want to go back over my lap?” asked Mavis.

“No, no” said Jonathon, raising his hands in the air.

Mavis lifted his shirt over his head and, with hands on his hips, moved him aside and out of the way.

“Hands back on your head” said Mavis, patting his bottom encouragingly.

Jonathon dropped his head and started to cry again as his hands came to the top of his head. Since the return to traditional values he’d thought it was funny when he’d seen other people spanked and forced to stand naked like this, but it really wasn’t funny when it happened to him. In class at school, Mrs Murray had spanked three of the boys and one of the girls, and they had all been bare bottomed and the whole class had watched in excitement and fear as the victim’s private parts had been put on display for the very first time. It made school a lot more exciting, but it also made it very scary as you tried ever so hard not to get into trouble. Thomas Weaver had even had his pants pulled down for a spanking in assembly for talking after he’d had two warnings.

Mavis switched her attention to Harry and she took in the terrible shame written all over his face. He was red enough to audition as a post box in the school play and he shook enough to double as a tree in a wind. She reached out her hand to his hips and drew him closer to her.

Well I’m glad to see that we’ve got rid of our naughty stiff willy, Harry” she said. She paused, but only for a moment, before she reached out to lift it “Was it seeing Sarah naked that made it go all stiff?” she asked.

Harry’s eyes bulged, but he kept them down at the floor, desperately praying that she wouldn’t hold onto it while she spanked him.

“No?” said Mavis “Was it Paul then?”

Harry frowned suddenly and shook his head “No!”

“So was it Sarah, then? Or was it just spontaneous?” said Mavis, feeling him firm up in her grasp slightly.

Harry didn’t want to say. He dropped his head lower and just shook his head; tears dribbling slowly down his cheeks.

“Well” said Mavis, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper “I bet if I was a boy, and I had a willy, mine would get stiff seeing Sarah naked like that and being spanked.”

Harry didn’t want this conversation, or any conversation. He just wanted to get dressed and run home.

By the time Mavis released his small boyish organ it was completely stiff. Again she marvelled at how it was trumped by Jonathon’s. She glanced over at Dave and Terry again and she was filled with a desire to know how they would measure up. She knew her husband Roger was quite big. She had seen a handful of boys when she was younger and she recalled the comparisons the girls had made back then, but she hadn’t thought that such characteristics would be hereditary until Pam had raised the prospect.

Harry was quivering with shame, wanting to get some clothes back on, not wanting anyone to see him like this. He glanced over at Jonathon miserably, hoping that he was not going to be put on display like this afterwards. He already knew Jonathon’s willy was bigger than his; they had compared their willies at bed time when they’d got undressed. This had seemed a perfectly normal and natural thing to do, but Harry hadn’t been particularly bothered by his coming second in the size stakes; it hadn’t occurred to him that this meant anything of any importance.

“Come on then, Harry” said Mavis “I think you’re quite familiar with having your bottom smacked aren’t you?”

There was only token resistance from Harry as Mavis pulled the ten year old over her lap and settled him, plump bottom upwards. She stroked his bottom first, getting its measure, and then she started to smack it with her hand. As with Jonathon, she didn’t smack it very hard.

Pam watched with a smile. She felt rather elated and rather odd. This was a whole new world to her. She had never spanked her own children before, apart from the odd pat when they were toddlers, and she now felt she had missed out. There was something quite exhilarating about making Paul take off all his clothes and smacking his bottom, and the same had to be said about seeing Sarah, Jonathon and Harry put through the same process. She tried to analyse it; to figure out what it was that excited her so much. If asked yesterday she would have honestly denied any interest.

There was a visceral pleasure in the handling of a bare bottom which she had not expected; that was a surprise. As if the bottom was a creation specifically for stroking and squeezing and smacking, as if the hand was made for it. As an architect she could appreciate its structure; the beauty of it from a design and aesthetic point of view and she had to concede that it did seem to be very well suited to these practices. Then there was the novelty of seeing bottoms bare, and of course genitals too, whether that be the boys’ willies or Sarah’s breasts and pussy. There was no denying that these were pleasing sights. She was aware that none of this explained her sexual excitement. She was certainly not sexually attracted to Jonathon or Harry, or Adam or Paul, and yet sexual excitement was present. That really only left one candidate for the source of her excitement, and that was the expression of her feminine power. The excitement had to reside in her being in charge, in having these youngsters do her bidding, in seeing their shame and their fear and their embarrassment. It made her feel powerful and confident and it also awoke in her things that had been long dormant; that sense of novelty and naughtiness and curiosity, and possibly that had been present when she had been a teenager herself, something that had been long absent from her life. Perhaps there was an element of it just reminding her what it was like to be young and highly charged; full of life.

She sighed, realising that she didn’t need to understand it; that understanding was desirable rather than necessary, and perhaps more experience and more practise would help her in her quest to unravel this mystery. One thing she was certain of was her excitement; it was spectacular and she felt thrilled with it; of that she was in no doubt, and as she looked down at Paul’s red sore bottom, and as her hand smacked down on it causing him to wail and wriggle and squirm, she felt a corresponding wet ache inside her.

She looked over at the two as yet untouched boys and tried to imagine how they would look over her lap. Dave was red faced already, and he was slowly and cautiously lifting his head from his shoes towards Sarah. He looked embarrassed and worried. She wondered if he feared being bared and spanked; if he expected the same to happen to him. He was handsome, he was quiet, he was shy, he was the sort of boy you’d expect to be indoors pursuing activities centred round books and computers, not the sort you’d expect to be running around the Rec playing football; climbing trees; fighting other boys; chasing girls. Although he was going out with Emily Weaver, which was a surprise, and as Mavis had said, they had already seen each other naked. She wondered how embarrassed he’d be to be seen naked here and now. She wondered what his bottom would look like, whether his willy would be big like Jonathon’s was. She expected, from having known Dave since he was born, that he’d be scarlet faced, quivering and crying, just to be asked to get undressed, before any spanking had even begun.

She remembered the odd occasion that she had babysat for Dave and Jonathon and how Dave always locked the bathroom door; never let her in to the bathroom when he was in there, or into his bedroom when he was getting dressed or undressed. He guarded himself carefully and he had never appeared before her less than fully dressed, or if in pyjamas with a dressing gown firmly and tightly tied. No, he’d be horrified and would probably expire on the spot if he was required to take his pants down for a spanking.

Pam looked over at Terry. She studied the expression on his face, wondering if this was something that had been invented recently for the new generation of teenagers. She didn’t recall any boys having that expression when she was young. His eyes were practically popping; his tongue was hanging out and he was panting like a dog on a hot day. It was clear his attention was entirely directed to the naked Sarah. Of course she knew that boys liked girls and that girls liked boys, but she had never seen such a naked and obvious display of this principle before. He looked like a starving man staring through a window at a meat and potato pie. She also noticed that his hands were in his lap and were moving surreptitiously. She frowned wondering if this was an attempt to masturbate furtively.

She returned her attention to his face. His cheeks were pink; his lips were full and quite red, and he had a small well defined nose. His hair was curly and longish not quite reaching his shoulders and it was a chestnut brown in colour. His green protruding eyes were sparkling with what could only be lust. Pam couldn’t help wondering if this was the first time he had ever seen a naked girl. He had a sister, Hannah - Pam knew that, so she supposed that the girl was not the sort to wander around scantily clad or naked. She couldn’t help trying to picture him stood naked with his excited willy pointing out from his body. She wondered what his expression would look like that.

She realised she was being distracted from her main task and she looked down at Paul’s bottom again. He’d probably had enough now. She had enjoyed spanking him immensely, even if she did need more work on trying to understand why, and it was time to get him up on his feet again.

Lisa was even more excited than her mother and even as she was spanking Sarah she was trying to shuffle her schedule around. As her hand smacked beautifully away on the girl’s bare bottom she was working out what she had to do; the work she needed to complete; how long it would take; what time it was now; how long they’d likely be here; what time she was probably going to get to bed; how much time that would give her for reliving this experience with her fingers between her legs if she was to get a sensible amount of sleep before getting up early to deal with the boys again. There were too many variables; it was too difficult to calculate and so she gave up, deciding to play it by ear. If she was a little tired tomorrow, then no great harm would come of it and she did desperately need that time alone between the sheets to express her excitement in an erotic and orgasmic way. She felt she was practically on the verge of doing that now.

She smiled over at Dave and Terry again and was pleased to se that Dave was paying attention this time. He blushed at her smile and dropped his eyes. Terry didn’t, he just grinned more broadly and Lisa decided she wanted him; not between her sheets, but over her lap. She didn’t think there was much prospect of that, though. She would not manufacture trouble for him, nor would she force him in some way. Only if it was warranted, genuinely justified, but that did not prevent her from wanting him naked and over her lap right now.

“Up you get Paul, hands on your head!” said Pam.

Paul groaned and was breathing heavily. He was greatly relieved the painful spanking was over, but he did not want to get up. He was still naked, and there were still people here looking at him. His penis was soft again, but it would be more than embarrassing enough to have to display it and to have to display his deference, his fear, his submissive obedience to his mother and sister.

Pam stroked her hand gently up and down his bottom and when he didn’t move she let it slide down between his legs. She tickled gently “Come on, Paul, up you get, or I’ll use the spacer to encourage you.”

Paul’s body jerked in response. He screwed his eyes shut to try to stem his tears and he tried to bring his breathing under control. Two firm pats to his bottom forced him into motion and he began to climb from his mother’s lap. As he rose he saw Harry, bare bottomed, over Mavis’ lap and then he saw Jonathan stood naked, hands on his head, stiff little willy poking out from his groin. Paul frowned. He had missed all of that in his solipsistic suffering. He glanced over at Dave and Terry quickly; saw they were still dressed, and felt some very small relief that they were completely absorbed with Sarah. He did not want to look at her for fear of inspiring more humiliating excitement in himself.

He brought himself to his feet, turned his body away from Mavis and put his hands on his head. His face was pointed down to the carpet and he sniffed and sobbed in misery and in pain. Pam looked him up and down.

“Are you going to finally learn your lesson, Paul” Pam asked, with a sigh.

“Yes, mum” said Paul quietly, hoping the boys wouldn’t hear his easy acquiescence.

“I am hoping, Paul, that you will learn to do as you’re told first time, and we don’t have to go through this silly delaying and arguing you seem so fond of” said Pam.

“Oh, I’m so tired of that too” said Lisa. She patted Sarah’s bottom “You can get up now, as well.”

Sarah quivered in shame. Her tears were not so embarrassing to her as Paul’s were to him, but her nudity was more than embarrassing enough. As she rose, so did her humiliation and her excitement. She became aware of the weight of her breasts as they shifted from hanging down to being supported on her chest. Her hot wet pussy felt the cool breeze of being open again instead of over Lisa’s lap and she trembled as she put her hands on her head and as Lisa turned her to face Mavis and the boys. She had never felt such humiliation before and she had never felt such excitement before either, and her knees wobbled with her need to orgasm.

“And I hope you will not be masturbating anymore, Paul, without permission” said Pam.

Paul’s face turned an ever brighter red and he gulped. Why did she have to say that in front of everyone. He shook his head silently.

Terry, who was still staring lustfully at Sarah, turned his head at the word ‘masturbate’ and he laughed. The idea of Mrs Fairburn telling Paul he wasn’t allowed to masturbate seemed hilarious to him, despite the fact his mother had made him do this once.

Pam flashed a look at Terry that turned his blood cold “Do you think that’s funny?” she asked.

Terry shook his head and gulped. He looked back at Sarah again.

“If I catch you masturbating again, Paul, there’s going to be serious trouble” said Pam, turning to Paul again “The kind of trouble that has you showing off your masturbatory practice to Lisa’s friends at school, understood?”

Paul gulped and his stomach lurched. That could never be allowed to happen. He closed his eyes and filled with a terrible shame at the prospect. No, it couldn’t be allowed to happen! “Yes, mum” he said.

“Right, I want your hands on your head and I want you stood next to Jonathon” said Pam.

Paul licked his lips and faltered slightly. Standing next to Jonathon would mean that his willy was visible to everyone in the room. He swallowed heavily and moved across the lounge. He noticed Jonathon’s small penis, hard and swollen and he prayed his would not attain the same humiliating state. Nevertheless he felt Jonathon’s eyes on his penis and he turned quickly to the younger boy’s side, resenting his curiosity.

“Sarah, you stand next to Paul” said Lisa “Hands on your head in the same way.”

Sarah took a deep breath and she dribbled her way across the carpet to stand beside Paul. Her face was just as red as his and she trembled just as violently. Her eyes locked on to the two boys penises as she approached and she thought she saw Paul’s lift ever so slightly. She tried to smile at him, but he slammed his eyes shut against her friendliness.

“And you can join them, too, Harry” sad Mavis, with one last mild smack.

Harry was surprised. His tears were entirely related to his embarrassment and the spanking had hardly been felt. Compared to his mother Mrs Carter was completely feeble in the spanking department. Despite the additional embarrassment of her not being his mother and seeing him naked, he’d take a spanking from her rather his mother any day. Of course he’d prefer there not be such an audience present.

Harry pulled himself up from her lap and he frowned at Sarah’s naked body. His willy shot upwards at the sight of her naked breasts and pussy and he grinned. Licking his lips he moved swiftly to Sarah’s side, his eyes swivelling to keep her breasts in the centre of his vision all the same.

Mavis and Pam and Lisa stared across at the four naked children. Two boys erect and one almost entirely limp.

“Funny how the three willies are all different and yet also somehow the same” said Mavis.

Pam looked at her and nodded “Yes. And Paul’s is so like his father’s. Although I would really like to think that he’d be better with it when he grows up.”

“Maybe I should give him lessons” said Lisa.

Pam looked at Lisa “Would you know how?”

Lisa pursed her lips and looked thoughtful “I could get a book.”

“You wouldn’t want to do that” said Mavis “Given he’s your brother.”

“I could get some of the girls at school to help me” said Lisa.

“I don’t really think he should be rewarded like that unless he’s being very good, Lisa” said Pam.

“Maybe you should get some of the girls at school to give your dad lessons” said Mavis, with a laugh.

“Oh, no I don’t think so” said Pam “I am definitely not having that selfish oaf rewarded for his uselessness.”

“Mum, can I get dressed now, please” said Jonathon, looking hopeful.

“No, not yet” said Mavis.

“But you said - until you’d dealt with Harry, and you have” said Jonathon.

“Do you want another spanking?” asked Mavis.

Jonathon fell silent and dropped his head, looking miserable.

“They’re so very shy, aren’t they?” said Pam.

Mavis nodded “I’m sure it can’t be good for them” said Mavis.

“I seem to remember that your Dave is particularly shy” said Pam, looking over at Dave.

Dave gulped and went white.

“He’s terrible” said Mavis “Diane told me about when he got spanked, along with Emily and so on, he was crying his eyes out just to be told to take his trousers down. Put on a quite an embarrassing display, apparently.”

Dave turned bright red “Mum” he said.

“Can’t be good for him” said Pam “Is he masturbating yet?”

“Mum!” yelled Dave, hoping to God she didn’t know, and hoping to God that if she did she was not going to comment.”

“No” said Mavis “He’s not old enough for that yet and besides, he’s far too innocent.”

Dave’s expression was one of horror and humiliation.

Pam watched him closely “I wouldn’t be so sure.”

Terry laughed again. The whole subject of wanking was so hilarious to him.

“Terry - you’ve been told about laughing. Didn’t Jonathon and Harry get spanked for laughing?” said Pam, hoping to encourage Mavis to action.

“Sorry” gulped Terry and he clamped his jaw tightly shut.

“One more, Terry, and you’ll go over my lap” said Mavis.

Terry frowned. No way!

Mavis was disappointed she hadn’t had more confidence. She had the excuse. She could have just done it; she didn’t need to issue a warning. She sighed. The chance was missed, but next time.

“Are you masturbating yet?” Pam asked Dave directly.

Dave’s mouth dropped open and he looked over at his mother pleadingly, hoping she’d tell Mrs Fairburn to mind her own business.

“Answer Mrs Fairburn, Dave” said Mavis, curious herself.

Dave didn’t know what to say. He did not wan to admit that he did, although not at home since that was banned by Victoria, it was far too humiliating. But then to have to say that he didn’t in front of Terry and Paul, to suggest he was backward or ‘innocent’ as him mum had put it, would be equally humiliating.

“That’s... that’s personal, Mrs Fairburn” he tried.

“That’s why I’m asking, Dave” said Pam “If it wasn’t personal we would probably already know, wouldn’t we?”

“Just answer Mrs Fairburn, Dave” said Mavis.

“I don’t want to” said Dave.

Terry was grinning, unable to hide his amusement at this line of questioning; at Dave’s embarrassment. He couldn’t imagine Dave wanking; he probably didn’t even know what it was.

“Dave, I’m warning you” said Mavis, realising this might just give her an opportunity “Answer the question, please.”

Dave looked at his mother, his eyes big and pleading “Mum, it’s personal. It’s not the sort of thing you ask about or talk about.”

Mavis shook her head and started to feel rather excited. She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help herself, not after all that had happened already.

“If that’s the way you want it” said Mavis “Come here, trousers and pants down.”

Dave looked shocked; he couldn’t believe it. Terry grinned more broadly and laughed again. Dave was going to get a spanking!

“And you!” said Mavis, looking at Terry “You’ve been warned.”

“Alright” said Dave, desperately “Yes, sometimes, I do. Sometimes.”

“Too late, Dave, come here, now!” said Mavis, and then she changed her mind “Actually, no, if you wouldn’t mind Pam, perhaps you could deal with Dave, while I deal with Terry.”

“Pleasure” said Pam, quite sincerely “Dave, come here please, or I shall have to use this...” she lifted the spacer “... on your bare bottom.”

Dave blanched and his mouth fell open.

“Terry, I am not going to wait for you” said Mavis, glaring at the boy as her excitement rose.

“No fucking way!” said Terry, chilled to the bone by the proposition.

Mavis and Terry glared at each other, neither of them intending to give way.

The four naked children stared, feeling scared that the atmosphere was growing steadily more dangerous, despite the fact that these two being naked and spanked would reduce their own embarrassment a little.

Pam smiled at Mavis as Dave remained where he was, despite not offering an argument. She wondered how Mavis was going to deal with Terry’s defiance.

Mavis wondered too.

“Would you mind me using your phone?” Mavis asked Pam.

“Not at all” said Pam, with a smile. She looked over at Dave “Are you coming here, Dave, or am I going to have to get you?”

Mavis got up and crossed the room to the phone. She picked up the receiver and returned to her seat on the settee before dialling. She watched Dave in slow and stuttering motion towards Pam.

Dave remembered his last spanking only too well. Being stripped naked in front of the gang members was pretty humiliating, but compared to being stripped naked in front of Mrs Weaver, Mrs Davison and Danielle Cuthbert that had been relatively easy. Then there had been the handling of his genitals, the tormenting comments, the grilling, the hard-on, the most agonising pain he had ever experienced, with three spankings in a row, and added to all that, and perhaps worst of all, his own babyish reaction, his bawling and crying and begging and pleading. He had long ago resolved never to repeat that as long as he lived.

He was a member of the gang, and he now felt himself to be a respected one - Master at Arms no less. He had to be brave; he had to endure; he had to take it like a man.

He stopped in front of Pam and tried to still his hammering heart; tried to slow his rapid breathing. He was red faced, he new, but there was not much he could do about that.

Pam smiled at him “Anyone would think you were reluctant, Dave.”

Dave tried to make eye contact; to give her an indifferent look, as though he didn’t care, but he only managed to glance up briefly before dropping his head down in shame.

Pam reached for Dave’s trousers and started to undo them “Not making the call?” she asked, looking aside at Mavis as she undid Dave’s belt and the button that fastened his trousers.

“Changed my mind” said Mavis “I’ll wait until you’ve got Dave sorted.”

Pam nodded “Good idea. That way you can make sure he’s behaving himself.” She slid Dave’s fly down and could feel the boy trembling. She was trembling herself, but for quite the opposite reason.

“Not used to having your trousers taken down in public, then, Dave?” Pam asked.

Dave bit his lower lip and shook his head. He tried to put himself back in the den, naked and lolling about happily with Emily and the others; a place where he was now pretty much relaxed to be naked. He tried to conjure up that spirit of carelessness and ease.

Pam lowered Dave’s jeans down to his ankles and was disappointed that the fear and the embarrassment had robbed him of any excitement that might have pushed his pants outwards. She sighed “We’ll have them off, I think. Tidier that way. Quickly!” she said.

Dave crouched down and tried to pull his jeans from his feet, but Pam patted him on the head “Shoes and socks off, too” she said, gently.

Dave heaved a heavy sigh and started on his laces. It wouldn’t last long. It would be humiliating, but it would be over and then he could get back home and sleep until it was time to go into action with the gang. He tired to comfort himself with the thought that all the other children were naked too, except Terry, but he was confident he’d be in the same state before long.

“I don’t know what you’re grinning about” Mavis said to Terry “You’re going to be exactly the same position in a minute.”

“Look” said Terry, afraid he may have pushed things a little too far “You can tell mum, but... I’m not getting spanked by you, not here.”

“Oh, aren’t you?” said Mavis.

Terry gulped and shook his head “No... because... because it’s not fair.”

Mavis turned to Pam “Terry thinks he isn’t going to be spanked by me, not here, at least.”

“Does he?” said Pam, smiling at Terry “What a strange boy. I’d have thought he’d be in a much worse position, given his outright refusal and his swearing. I’d have thought he’d have a lot more than his trousers and pants coming off and a lot more than a hand smacking his bottom.”

Mavis nodded “Let’s see how brave his is, shall we?” she said, before turning back to Terry “I’ll give a chance Terry. You get yourself undressed now, and I want everything off, then I’ll just spank you with my hand. Otherwise, I’ll have to borrow Mrs Fairburn’s... what did you call it?”

“Spacer” said Pam.

“Spacer” said Mavis, looking directly at Terry’s red face.

Terry licked his lips and shook his head slowly, his confidence evaporating by the second, but he couldn’t back down now, especially with the stakes so high. His stomach lurched and he felt slightly sick.

“I think he’s a very naughty boy” said Lisa “Fancy defying your instructions, Mrs Carter. He should be given a very serious punishment indeed. Which reminds me.” She turned to Paul and frowned “Paul? I would like you to go to the kitchen and fetch me the washing up liquid, please.”

Paul’s face creased in misery “Lisa... please...”

Lisa glared at him threateningly and he turned to rush out of the lounge. Lisa turned to her mother “He swore again, upstairs.”

Pam nodded “Well, you make sure that kind of behaviour is dealt with, Lisa. If it isn’t it will only encourage him.”

Dave had removed his shoes and socks and was being slow about removing his jeans, teasing them off a little at a time.

Pam looked down at him “Come on, Dave. I shall get cross in a minute.”

Dave speeded up. He definitely did not want to make her cross. He dragged his jeans off and then stood himself slowly. His dark and light green check boxers were half hidden by his favourite t-shirt showing a dragon rising up over a half naked, preposterously anatomied woman with a glowing sword.

“I don’t like that t-shirt, Dave” said Mavis, disapprovingly “I wish you wouldn’t wear it.”

“What’s wrong with it?” said Dave, sulkily.

“It’s not decent” said Mavis, unaware of the irony.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman with a body like that before” said Pam “Is it even possible?”

“She must have lead weights on her back to counteract those breasts. They’re each bigger than her head” said Mavis.

“She must be on steroids to have thighs like that” said Pam.

“Is that what you think women look like, Dave?” asked Mavis.

“No” said Dave, shaking his head and sounding very sullen and defensive.”

“They don’t” sad Pam “I can tell you that. Does Sarah look like that?”

Dave did not want to look; not right now.

“I think he should take it off” said Mavis.

Pam nodded slowly and sighed “I think you’re right.” She looked at Dave and raised an eyebrow.

Dave whimpered slightly and then started to remove his t-shirt. They were just looking for excuses. It wasn’t fair! Dave resolved to tell Emily all about it later in the hope she would make it all better again.

Sarah did not much appreciate being mentioned. She was quite self-conscious enough of standing naked with her hands on her head without people asking for comparisons to be made. Things were looking up a little, though. Seeing Jonathon and Harry naked, with their little willies sticking up was interesting, in a way, but it wasn’t exciting. It was no different to seeing a box and wondering what was in it; quite the opposite to seeing Paul naked which got her pulse racing; her blood pumping; her juices flowing. These two boys were different, though; older, and she didn’t quite know which of the two responses she would have.

When she had stumbled upon Luke naked in the street she had been overwhelmed with concern and sorrow, but not anything sexual. That had come later when she had returned home and reviewed what she had seen. That had been exciting. Seeing Damien spanked naked in the street by Jasmin had been shocking and surprising, but it had definitely had been sexually exciting too. Dylan and Lloyd? Not much question there; that had been unbelievably erotic. Trevor had been another box opened and nor more, but Helen... oh, that had been something! Sarah realised now that her excitement at that had been a combination, but dwarfed by her putting herself in Helen’s position; imagining what it would have been like if she had been forced to do what Helen had done.

Sarah turned redder and looked around surreptitiously; afraid people might be looking at her and reading her thoughts. Her eyes rested on Dave’s bottom. His boxer shorts were very nicely curved outwards advertising what must be a very attractive bottom, but emerging from the leg holes were pale and skinny legs that were not very attractive. This was clearly a boy who needed to get out more. Sarah was guessing this was going to be another box to be peered into with curiosity and perhaps some aesthetic pleasure, but no sexual excitement.

Terry on the other hand... She doubted there’d be any sexual excitement there. Not that he wasn’t handsome enough, but he was a young and immature boy; more so than Luke and even perhaps Dave. No, the excitement in Terry’s case was going to come from some sense of revenge. From the moment he had set eyes on her he had leered intently. He had stared and lusted in the most base fashion and she had burned with the humiliation of his eyes exploring every nook and cranny of her body, and now she wanted to do the same to him. She wanted him to feel the same embarrassment to have to be naked; to have to have people staring at his intimate anatomy with leering grins and crudely transparent thoughts.

Dave dropped the t-shirt hesitantly to his side and waited for the next, most appalling, instruction. As he trembled he could feel his privates swaying spaciously inside his slightly too large cotton boxer shorts. Soon they would be swaying even more spaciously in the open air and his stomach turned over with apprehension.

Everyone was distracted by Paul’s return and Lisa, Pam and Mavis turned their heads to him. He offered up the bottle of thick green nasty liquid to Lisa and she took it from him with a smile.

“Thank you, Paul” she said “Let’s have your arms in their proper position, please, and then let’s have your head tilted right back for me, like before.”

In an effort to appease Lisa Paul clasped his hands under his chin straight away and forced his elbows together “Lisa....” he said, sounding weak and anxious “I... I feel sick.”

“I’m not surprised” said Lisa “I would too if I had to keep having washing up liquid in my mouth. This is your third today, Paul, and it’s not good enough, is it?”

“No, but... I’m sorry, Lisa. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t do it on purpose” said Paul, tears starting to ooze from his eyes.

“Head back, Paul, and if you’re going to be sick, whatever you do, don’t be sick on the carpet” said Lisa, lifting the bottle up high.

Paul tilted his head back miserably and he gagged when Lisa squirted a good dollop in.

“Head forward again, swoosh it around. I want to see foam!” said Lisa.

Paul lowered his head with an expression of revulsion, he worked his tongue round, used his cheeks, and soon white bubbles emerged from his mouth, to be partly washed away by his tears.

“Stand quietly until I say you can go and rinse” said Lisa.

Sarah turned her head. She couldn’t resist another look. Seeing Paul’s limp willy and tight balls instantly excited her and she closed her eyes. She was left with a vision of those desirable things as well as his red face erupting with bubbles. She moaned at the thought of him hard in her arms, kissing and touching each other. There were stars, moonlight, candles; it was romantic and he told her she was beautiful; that he loved her. She moaned again.

“Sarah! Will you calm down!” said Lisa, smacking Sarah’s bottom sharply with her hand “What has go into you?”

Sarah shrieked and jumped; all the romance snatched from her and she was back in the lounge, being stared at lustfully by Terry. She turned her eyes to Dave’s boxer shorts again.

“I know another naughty little boy who’s been using foul language” said Pam.

“Yes” said Mavis, looking over at Terry threateningly “And he is going to be punished for that.”

“So he should be” said Pam “She looked over at Jonathan and Harry who looked about as miserable as they could be “You boys wouldn’t use foul language would you?”

Jonathon shook his head rapidly, looking as though nothing could ever be further from the truth.

Harry wanted to tell her ‘he’d never ever use foul fucking language, only a cunt would do that’ but he didn’t have the courage. He shook his head, too. He wondered how many bottles of washing up liquid Lisa would have to squirt into Hannah’s mouth in a day even if she got caught only half the time.

“Good” said Pam and then she looked at Dave again “I can’t imagine you swearing, Dave.”

“Dave doesn’t swear” said Mavis “I doubt he knows any swear words, actually.”

Dave lifted his head challengingly. He could swear! He knew swear words! He wasn’t going to prove it, though. He dropped his head again and sighed.

“I’ll do the honours, shall I?” said Pam, smiling at Dave and reaching for his boxer shorts.

Dave took a deep breath and held it while he closed his eyes tightly. His face turned redder and he trembled more violently. He felt his boxers sliding downwards; cooler air caressing his genitals and bottom; and he felt eyes attacking him from all sides.

Pam stared at Dave’s naked groin with interest. Not so much pubic hair as she had expected, in fact he was quite lightly decorated, but that was still far more pubic hair compared to the baldness of Paul. His willy seemed quite long and she kept her eyes on it as it wobbled slightly from side to side “Just step out of your pants for me, Dave, please” she said.

Dave did as he was asked, but had to open his eyes again for fear of losing his balance and falling over. Pam was fascinated by the way his willy shifted and swayed with his motion. She felt herself grow more excited and she looked up at his embarrassed face again with a smile. She caught his eye briefly and she read the shame there broadcasting like a neon sign.

Mavis was staring too, and she was even more curious, although a lot less excited. She could not recall when she had last seen Dave naked and she was surprised at the size of him.

“He’s a good size for his age!” said Pam eventually.

Mavis nodded mutely.

“How big are you erect, Dave? Do you know?” asked Pam.

Dave was mortified. His eyes swivelled wildly back and forth across the carpet “Don’t.... know” he mumbled.

“Shall we find out?” Pam asked, looking at Mavis, hopefully.

Mavis nodded again slowly.

“No, please! No, don’t do that” said Dave, in misery.

“Now don’t be silly” said Pam “We’re both married women with sons of our own, it’s not something we haven’t seen before, Dave.”

Dave couldn’t have cared less what they might or might not have seen before. The only thing that was off importance to him was that they were seeing him now. He was determined not to cry and he fought back his tears of shame.

“Let me see!” said Lisa, moving forward and taking up a position beside her mother “Wow! He’s way bigger than Paul.”

“Well, let’s see just how big he gets, shall we?” said Pam reaching out a hand.

Dave whimpered as he felt Mrs Fairburn’s hand come to his willy; lift it, and start stroking it. He was far too embarrassed and scared to respond, and he quivered as she failed to stiffen him.

“Let me have a go!” said Lisa, eyes blazing with excitement.

Pam withdrew her hand and smiled at Lisa “Maybe he’s impotent” she suggested.

“Probably just very embarrassed” said Lisa, licking her lips and taking Dave’s penis in both hands. She stroked him back and forth, enjoying the weight of him in her hands, and she stroked around his groin and under his balls as well.

Dave groaned and battled against the horribly erotic sensations, but it was a battle he lost, and his penis started to rise. Once the process got started it was unstoppable and irreversible. He wailed slightly and dropped his head further. Tears finally forced themselves out onto his cheeks as he felt himself turn rigid. Lisa kept stroking him, though, enjoying the feel of his larger penis in her hands, and she studied him closely.

Pam and Mavis watched closely, both of them surprised and amazed.

“Lisa, just move your hand away, will you? Let’s see him properly” said Pam.

Lisa released Dave and his erection sprang straight upwards.

“Heavens!” said Mavis.

“It’s almost as big as a fully grown man’, and Dave’s only thirteen!” said Pam. She turned to Lisa “Bring Paul over, will you?”

Lisa moved over to Paul who was in the process of backing slowly away. He made a gurgling noise and foam spewed from his mouth. His face turned green and shook his head, looking revolted. She frowned at him “Don’t you start causing trouble!” she said, threateningly “Because I will be very happy to take you back over my lap and smack your bottom again for you.”

Paul gurgled as Lisa pulled him by a forearm to stand beside Dave on Mavis’ side.

Pam looked at Paul’s limp willy and shook her head “No, we’ll need him erect, too.”

Lisa sighed as though it was such a chore and she brought her hands down. The volume of foam erupting from Paul’s mouth increased dramatically as Lisa started to play with his private parts. Paul slammed his eyes closed, his face turning scarlet behind his beard of bubbles.

It didn’t take very long before he was as hard as a rock, too, and Lisa withdrew her hands. Pam and Mavis looked back and forth between the two boys rampant penises.

“Dave has already got the girth over Paul!” said Pam, scrutinising the two boys closely.

Mavis nodded her head “Yes, and he also has the length. He must have at least an inch on Paul already and he’s nearly two years younger.”

“He’s also got pubic hair, Paul’s still bald like a little boy! Your Dave’s going to make some girl very happy when he’s older” said Pam.

Mavis nodded “Some day.”

“Supposing he learns how to use it properly” said Pam.

“That might take a while” said Mavis.

“If ever” said Pam.

“Can... can I see?” asked Sarah, sounding extremely tentative. She did not want to speak. She did not want to draw attention to herself, but she was desperate to see this new and larger willy, and she was afraid she might not have the chance again.

Lisa looked over at Sarah “Is that how we reward naughty girls, Sarah?” she said, and she marched over to the fourteen year old girl and smacked her bottom.

“Ow! No, I just.... you can spank me if you want...” said Sarah, willing to make that sacrifice for a quick peek.

“I can spank you whenever I want to, Sarah. I don’t need your permission. I’m going to demonstrate that to you tomorrow morning at school!” said Lisa, smacking Sarah again “I think I’m going to have to punish you for speaking out like that when you’re supposed to be being quiet. And for your cheek!”

“Oh, no! No, no, no!” wailed Sarah, in dismay.

Lisa put a hand on Sarah’s bottom and steered her towards the settee. She brought her close to her mother’s side and then turned her to the boys. Sarah’s eyes lit up as she saw Dave’s and Paul’s erections sticking up and out and she smiled and licked her lips.

Paul’s erection was as beautiful as ever and she wanted it; feeling a strong surge of sexual excitement flood through her, but she forced her eyes from that, feeling sure she was going to be seeing a lot more of it over the coming days and weeks. She settled them critically on Dave’s larger organ and her eyes widened slightly.

It was long and slim, with the head completely exposed. Paul wasn’t dribbling the way that Dave was, but both boys were still rigid and stiff. The women had been right, though; Dave was longer and thicker than Paul’. She decided she would be happy enough to play with Dave’s if she had the chance.

“You’ll also notice” said Pam “That Dave’s willy isn’t all red and sore looking the way Paul’s is.”

Mavis narrowed her eyes, comparing the ends of the two penises “No, you’re right.”

“And I suspect that’s because Paul is masturbating himself stupid and Dave isn’t” said Pam.

“Paul isn’t any more” said Lisa “Or he’d better not be!”

Paul and Dave were both mortified by these comments. Having to stand here naked with erections was appalling enough, but to have them discussed like this; to have their masturbatory habits discussed like this, was deeply humiliating.

Lisa wrapped an arm around Sarah and stroked it down to her pussy. She started to masturbate Sarah, causing the girl to gasp and moan “If naughty girls want to see naughty boys’ willies, they have to be punished” said Lisa “Open your legs wider, Sarah. Let the boys see.”

Paul and Dave turned their heads and both hard-ons lurched dramatically at the sight of Sarah’s exposed pussy; Lisa’s finger at work on it. Paul’s mind turned to shagging again and he emitted a bubbly moan. Lisa frowned at him “You don’t deserve this, Paul. Go and rinse you mouth and come back her. You have two minutes, maximum, and if you’re late... your first spanking at school tomorrow is going to be at the school gates when we arrive.”

Paul turned and ran for the door; his erection catching him up shortly afterwards. He disappeared. Lisa shook her head and tutted.

“Well, come on, let’s get you spanked, Dave” said Pam. She reached up for his erection and he gasped in horror when she took hold if it “We need to make sure we put this somewhere safe, don’t we?” She dragged him towards her while he whimpered and moaned, and she pulled her dress up to expose her bare thighs. She felt a strong flush of excitement as she pulled him down over those thighs, her legs slightly apart, and she ensured that his erection dropped down into the gap. Once it was there she closed her legs, clamping his erection between her thighs. Dave squawked at the unexpected pressure and his eyes bulged. Pam stroked his bottom, enjoying the feel of it under her hand.

“Nice bottom, Dave” said Pam, before she started to spank him.

Dave reminded himself of the need to be brave; to avoid bawling or showing himself up. Despite the shame and the humiliation, he felt he’d done okay so far, and had not let himself or the gang down. The pain that started to mount in his bottom was worrying him, and he wasn’t sure how much he was going to get, nor how much he was going to endure, but that was not the problem. The problem was that with his hard-on clamped tightly between Mrs Fairburn’s thighs, the motion of the spanking and his body’s natural reaction to it was effectively wanking him off. He screwed his eyes up, gritted his teeth and employed the entirety of his will to dismissing any sexual thoughts or erotic stimulation. He was absolutely desperate to avoid coming in a situation like this.

Lisa stopped playing with Sarah, feeling it was bit pointless at the moment. Although the other boys were watching she wasn’t really very interested in exciting Jonathon and Harry, and Terry certainly didn’t deserve it. Her own excitement was pretty high at the moment and she decided she would try to take Sarah to bed with her before she let her go tonight. She was going to need something before she would be able to sleep tonight.

Mavis watched the first couple of smacks and then wondered why she was holding the phone. She remembered and dialled again. She lifted her eyes to Terry and smiled as the phone at the other end rang.

Terry’s expression grew worried and frightened. He gulped and he crossed the fingers of both hands. He did not think for a moment that his mother would give Mavis permission to spank him, and especially not in front of all these other people, but even that certainty wasn’t enough to calm him, but he was pretty sure his mother would spank him before bed when she got him home. He licked his lips. That would be humiliating and painful, but compared to being dealt with here it would be easy-peasy.

“Amelia? Hi, it’s Mavis” said Mavis “No, no, don’t worry, I was just... Terry and Harry have been misbehaving and... yes, that’s right.. No, we’re next door with Pamela Fairburn... Well, Paul was being spanked and Pam thought he needed a lesson and... no, that’s right... no, fine, fine, but it’s just that I spanked Harry for laughing at Paul and Sarah being spanked... oh, Sarah Collins, she’s here too... um... well, they’re all naked at the moment... Yes, my Jonathon’s been spanked as well... Adam’s in bed... no he’s not... Pam’s spanking Dave at the moment, but Terry... he’s been laughing and staring quite rudely and I... yes, he is, but he refused to be spanked and... well he swore quite crudely... Yes, that’s right... No, no, Lisa’s helping with the spanking, she hasn’t been spanked herself...Oh, no, definitely! Yes, he is... he’s here right now... Okay, I will... no, no, don’t worry, I definitely will... I’ll pass you over.” Mavis got up and smiled broadly at Terry “Your mum would like a word.”

Terry took the phone very cautiously, white faced, and he very slowly put it to his ear. Mavis could hear what sounded like ranting at the other end. Terry gulped “No... mum... you don’t understand!” insisted Terry “No, I didn’t, I swear! I haven’t! I haven’t!” his voice was rising in pitch by the second “No, mum! No, look, I haven’t! No, she’s lying! Mum! No I can’t there’s people here!” Terry went silent while the ranting continued. His face grew whiter and whiter until eventually the phone went quiet. Terry dropped his head and offered the phone back to Mavis.

“Has that cleared things up?” asked Mavis.

Terry couldn’t speak. He stared at the carpet in complete disbelief. His mother’s threat had been so outrageous he couldn’t assess the probability of her actually carrying it out. Did he want to risk it? He gulped, and his fear and shame climbed steadily until it was unbearable. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes and he felt sick.

Mavis put the phone down on a side table and sat herself down again, wondering whether Terry was going to comply with his mother’s instructions; with her instructions.

“Better come over here, Terry” said Mavis “And get it over with.”

Pam looked over with a smile.

Terry’s heart was pounding and his stomach was spinning violently. He didn’t want this, but then he didn’t want what his mother had threatened either. If it had been anyone else he’d have laughed it off. He’d have hung up the phone and dismissed it as a stupid bluff, but he knew for a fact that his mother didn’t bluff, no matter what she threatened. Still... maybe... on this occasion...

The first part would have been a pain in the arse; a real hassle. Being grounded for a week would be torture, but compared to being spanked here; having his clothes taken off; being naked, he’d have taken that - no problem. The second part was the much more difficult part. Being grounded would mean that when not at school he’d be at home and his mother had told him that he’d spend the entirety of that time without a stitch of clothing, stood in whichever room she or his father was in, with his hands on his head. That was a very great deal of time; very many hours of humiliating nudity in front of his brother and sister and parents, not to mention the tedium. Supplementary to that was his mother’s assurance that this would not change one iota if Harry or Hannah had friends over, or if his parents had visitors. She had also promised to ensure that it would be a very busy week socially, including inviting his cousins to visit!

She had also gone on to threaten that if he was difficult or reluctant during this punishment it would be enhanced with frequent spankings, and if they went out, rather than being allowed to dress he would be permitted only a pair of underpants - his most embarrassing underpants, and he would wear only those even if they were shopping or visiting friends or relatives. This single concession to his modesty would remain so long as one single person present objected to him being naked. If all of the patrons and the staff of the shop expressed a lack of concern over a thirteen year old boy’s nudity, or if the people they were visiting with declared a lack of concern over the presence of his naked body, then those underpants would be removed and he would continue his naked punishment under exactly the same rules as at home.

It was this that Terry had to battle with. It was this threat that he had to assess the seriousness of. Could there be a first time his mother bluffed? Could this be so over the top that he could sneer and laugh at her and dare her to carry it out? He did not need to ponder these questions for long. He knew full well that if chose that course of action he would clearly deserve to be committed to a lunatic asylum.

He pushed his heavy reluctant body up from the chair, glancing over at the other naked children briefly as he did so. Harry was grinning at him, enjoying the prospect of his older brother joining him in his naked punishment. Jonathon was smiling at him, looking curious and clearly enjoying the anticipation of this spectacle. Sarah’s eyes were wide and curious too and Terry had no doubt she was looking forward to seeing him undressed and naked. His penis twitched at the renewed sight of her bare breasts and pussy and he screwed his face up in humiliation. He didn’t want to do this.

The space between himself and Mrs Carter might as well have been mangrove swamp for the time it took for him to cross it; each inch a slow and painful journey, battling the roots and razor sharp barnacles of his fear and anticipation. He couldn’t help but notice Mrs Carter’s and Mrs Fairburn’s, and Lisa’s predatory looks as he grew ever closer. If this was a mangrove swamp they were the sea crocodiles waiting to satisfy their hunger with him.

What he tried to do on that epic journey was steel himself. He tried to resign himself in such a way that he could be bold and cocky, not to the extent of pissing anyone off and making matters worse, but to the extent of deflecting the derision of the other kids and to the extent of making sure that the others knew he didn’t care and wasn’t bothered. Unfortunately as epic as the journey was, as slow and time consuming as it was, it wasn’t enough. If he had had to walk to the coast of Panama for his spanking, the journey would not have been long enough to steel himself against the humiliation he was anticipating.

As it was, he arrived in front of Mrs Carter unsteeled but iron penised; knowing that the next few minutes were likely to be the worst of his young life so far. He halted, shaking from head to toe and without sufficient cockiness or boldness to even lift his head.

“Well, I’m glad you’ve seen sense, Terry” said Mavis, looking the boy up and down.

Pam slowed her smacking of Dave’s bare bottom to concentrate on Terry’s delightful demise “What did your mum threaten if you didn’t do as you were told?”

Terry’s face clouded “Nothing” he said, his voice low and sullen.

“I doubt she threatened nothing, Terry” said Mavis “She was speaking for a long time and you were going paler and paler. And here you are knowing that I am going to take off all of your clothes and smack your bottom until you cry, and for a boy of thirteen with other children, including a girl watching, that’s a surprise. I would have thought this would be pretty close to your worst nightmare. Thirteen year old boys don’t usually enjoy the prospect of being naked and having people looking at their willies, do they?”

Terry said nothing. He blushed brighter red and he shook more dramatically. A sob escaped him, but he managed to hold back his tears. He did not want this discussed. He did not want to have to acknowledge any of the truth of this.

Lisa looked at her watch as Paul dashed back in, bubbles gone, but face just as miserable as before “Stand next to Sarah” said Lisa “And don’t make me remind you about your arms.”

Paul stopped himself at Sarah’s side, she having to peer down at his willy one last time, and he raised his hands, adopting his uncomfortable position. He looked deeply embarrassed. At least he was no longer erect.

“Terry, am I going to have to report to your mother that you have not been cooperating with me?” said Mavis.

“No!” said Terry, quickly, lifting his head briefly.

“Then we expect you to answer our questions” said Pam “And promptly.”

“So, do you want Sarah and everyone else to see your willy?” asked Mavis.

“No” Terry mumbled shaking his head, and feeling his humiliation rose sharply.

“Do you want us all examining your naked thirteen year old body?” asked Mavis.

He shook his head again, tears appearing in his eyes “No” he mumbled again.

“Do you want us to all see you crying as I smack your bare bottom?” asked Mavis.

Terry gulped and shook his head again. He didn’t speak this time.

“So what is it that your mother threatened to make you come here to me and suffer all this?” asked Mavis.

Terry hesitated and the first tears dribbled from his eyes “Just... grounded” he said.

“How long for?” asked Pam.

“Week” said Terry, shakily.

“Grounding for a week?” said Mavis, sounding surprised “You must really hate being grounded.”

“There must be more to it than that?” said Pam “What else, Terry, it’s not just grounding, is it?”

“She’s bound to have threatened a spanking as well” said Lisa.

Terry’s chest was heaving in and out rapidly “I’d be... not dressed when at home.”

“Oh, so she’d have you naked for a week” said Mavis.

“He’s going to be naked here, that would be worse wouldn’t it?” said Lisa “What if he just stayed in his room?”

“Good question” said Mavis “Terry? Explain, please!”

“We can always check with Amelia when she gets here” said Pam “If he’s not telling us the truth...”

Terry closed his eyes, his tears growing more fluid “I’d have to be with her and... there might be other people... visiting.”

“Is that all” asked Mavis.

“All!? All!? Wasn’t that enough!? “Yes” he mumbled.

“Pretty embarrassing” said Pam “Given he’s thirteen. Having anyone who comes and goes seeing his naked body would be pretty humiliating, I should think.”

“How humiliating would it be for you?” asked Lisa “On a scale of one to a hundred?”

“A hundred” said Terry sulkily, wishing they’d just shut up.

“A hundred, gosh!” said Mavis.

“That does rather imply that there couldn’t possibly be anything more humiliating” said Pam “Wouldn’t it be more humiliating to spend the week naked at school, or have all the girls in your class playing with your willy, seeing you masturbate?”

“We could experiment?” said Lisa hopefully.

“No! It...” Terry blubbered and stuttered “It... would be worse...”

“So not a hundred, then?” said Pam.

“Ninety... or... something. I don’t know!” said Terry, his tears full and constant now. He shook with a nauseatingly churning stomach and he felt faint. His face was red as it could be and he felt more humiliated right now than he had even been in his life before and he was still fully dressed.

“If that would be ninety” said Lisa “What is it now, or rather... what will it be when Mrs Carter strips you and spanks you and we all see your willy and bottom and see you cry? Presumably it must be less than ninety or you would be standing there.”

“Eighty” said Terry quickly.

“Eighty?” said Pam “Respectable.”

“I think that’s fair” said Mavis “Eighty should be a fair punishment.”

“I think we can make it more” said Lisa “I bet we could get it to ninety, or even above.”

“We’ll have to see” said Mavis.

“Get your laptop, Lisa” said Pam “Why not design a quick form? We could get some feedback afterwards, a kind of evaluation. You could use it on Paul and Sarah and anyone else that it’s appropriate to. We could see what people really find humiliating if they rate each individual thing.”

“Oh good idea, mum!” said Lisa, her eyes widening in excitement “We could build a table, do a graph, especially if we get a good sized sample. I’ll have to do some research on statistics, I don’t know much about that yet, but... in time...” She did not want to miss any of the action. She turned to Sarah “Fetch my laptop, please, Sarah, and be quick!”

Sarah turned and dashed from the room. She didn’t want to miss anything, either.

“Don’t wake Adam up!” Pam called out after the girl.

“It’ll take a while to establish some kind of baseline” said Lisa, musing. She began to think about what she might like on the form; how it should be organised.

“How many people have seen your willy, Terry?” asked Pam.

“I don’t know” said Terry his brow furrowing. He’d rather have a spanking, a really bad spanking, than this!

“Well I need you to think about it” said Pam “I would like an answer.”

“Be fair mum, he might not know” said Lisa “What about if you ask him just about people who’ve seen it since... he started puberty... or... got pubic hair at least.”

“We don’t know he has started puberty, do we?” said Pam.

“We can find out if we’ve got pubic hair easily enough” said Mavis.

Pam looked down at Dave’s bare bottom and she smacked it again, having forgotten to do so for a while “Why don’t you get up and stand with your hands on your head, Dave?”

Dave gulped and climbed, shame face, to his feet. He was still hard, but he was incredibly relieved he had not come. He started to move away, but Pam grabbed his long willy and tugged him back. “No, you stand here where I can see you!”

Dave squawked at this sudden and unexpected touch, and he danced on his toes to where Pam dragged him. He stood, hard-on poking outwards, and he closed his eyes in shame. Pam stroked his bottom and patted it “Just try to remember how humiliating that was Dave, in case Lisa has a question about it on her form.”

“I will” said Lisa “Probably best to have questions about masturbation as well, because I think that’s very embarrassing for boys... oh, and girls probably, too”

“Good idea” said Pam.

“Oh, and do you know what else?” said Lisa, with a grin.

Pam smiled at her.

“We should have a question about how humiliating filling in the form is, because I bet that will be humiliating too” said Lisa.

“She’s good at this, isn’t she?” said Mavis, looking impressed.

Pam nodded “You haven’t seen the half of it.”

Lisa smiled broadly “Where is that useless Sarah with my laptop?”

“Well, let’s get his clothes off first, then we can see if he’s got any pubic hair and we can continue with our questions” said Pam.

Sarah dashed back in at high speed. She looked over at Terry to see if she’d missed anything and was relieved to see he was still fully dressed. As she looked over she caught her foot in the rug and she tripped. She fell with a shriek and Lisa’s mouth dropped open as her laptop sailed through the air. She had only just started to groan is shock and horror when Paul turned, saw what was happening and dived instinctively to his side. He landed with a thud and an ‘oomph’, but he had the laptop in his hands, held upward to avoid impact with the floor.

“Oh my God! Sorry!” said Sarah, sounding shocked. She grimaced appeasingly towards Lisa and then saw the laptop intact in Paul’s hands. She heaved an enormous sigh of relief and closed her eyes “Oh... thank God! I thought... well... no harm done.”

Lisa was still in shock and it took her several seconds to recover from the fear her laptop was destroyed. She looked down at Paul and smiled. She hurried over, grabbing her laptop from him and rushing to put it safely down on a table. Only when that was safe did she return to her brother “Are you okay?”

Paul groaned and Lisa saw a nasty carpet burn on his left elbow. She squatted down on the floor “Thanks, Paul, you saved my laptop. I think... you should be rewarded for that.” She felt hugely grateful. She just couldn’t imagine life without her laptop and... what if all her data had been destroyed? No, she had backups. But not of the stuff she had been doing this evening! Oh, God! It was huge! Huge!

“What... how, how can I thank you?” asked Lisa, trying to help Paul to his feet.

“Um... let me go tot bed?” he said.

Lisa looked at Sarah “No, I can think of something better than that. Sarah needs to be very seriously punished for this. Her carelessness could have destroyed my laptop and all my work!”

“Sorry, I said I was sorry!” said Sarah, looking worried. She stood with her hands on her head again, hoping that would placate Lisa at least a little bit.

“You will return here tomorrow for a spanking. It is going to be a very serious spanking Sarah Collins!” said Lisa “But... I don’t think that’s going to be enough … !”

“No, Lisa, no!” said Sarah “Please! It was just an accident!”

“No it wasn’t!” said Lisa “It was stupid carelessness, because you were too busy staring at Terry to pay attention! Paul needs to be rewarded for his saving of my laptop, so it would be very fitting for you to reward him with a blowjob as part of your punishment!” said Lisa.

Sarah shook in fear and she looked appalled by what Lisa was suggesting. She also shook with sexual excitement as her juices started to flow again and she felt weak kneed.

“Not in front of the children, Lisa” said Pam, giving Sarah a warning look, just in case this lead to where it looked like this was leading.

Lisa looked at her mum “You mean Jonathon and Harry?” she asked “Or Terry and Dave as well?”

“I was thinking of the younger two” said Pam.

Lisa nodded, thinking quickly “You two come with me!” Lisa said to the pair of younger boys. She marched to the door to the hall and looked back. Neither boy had dared move “Do you want your bottoms smacked again?” asked Lisa, sounding deadly serious.

Both boys moved now, hurrying to her quickly. Lisa took them out into the hall and the front door. With her hands on their shoulders she placed one each side of the front door facing into the hall.

“If either of you move from here or make a sound” she said “I am going to give you the spanking of your lives, and...” she took one small erect willy in each hand “I will smack these until they are sore, too!”

Jonathon and Harry trembled in fear, new tears springing to their eyes and rolling down their cheeks. They had no intention of moving a millimetre. Lisa looked them both in the eye for a short while and then hurried back to the lounge, closing the door behind her. She had made up her mind.

“Paul, you can have a blowjob from Sarah, don’t even think about refusing or arguing” she said, crossing the lounge swiftly back towards her laptop Sarah, you will give Paul a blowjob, as punishment for your actions!”

“That’s a bit... much, isn’t it? I know a blowjob can be ordered to be given as a punishment but I don’t think under the return to traditional values rules that you can force a boy to have a blowjob. He has to agree to be be a willing participant, not a forced recipient!” said Mavis Carter.

“Oh I am sure Lisa has read up on all the traditional values rules, she’s always reading and researching. She knows what she’s doing” said Pam, with a smile.

Sarah trembled with embarrassment. She stared at Paul’s erection. Blowjob!? She was overcome with such excitement her vision blacked out for moment. Oh, God, did she want to! She imagined for a moment taking his hard willy inside her mouth and sucking on it. She wanted to devour it! Her breathing erupted into panting and her heart raced. She licked her lips. But... she did not want to do it in front of an audience, because quite apart from anything else she didn’t really know what she was doing.

“Can we... Sorry, Lisa” said Pam “Could we just get Terry’s clothes off first, and then Sarah can have her punishment?”

Lisa looked over at her mother and she nodded curtly “Yes, good idea” she said. She turned to Sarah “Okay, you just wait there, Sarah Collins, and you think about what you have done. When we’re ready you will be punished. I suggest you prepare yourself for that. Paul, you... you sit in one of the chairs... if you can sit, and you can just relax.”

“Oh … thanks ... Lisa” said Paul. Blowjob? He didn’t want to get a blowjob with everyone watching, it was a very private thing, especially your first! But Lisa had warned him not to even think about refusing or arguing! He pulled himself into one of the armchairs and he gulped, covering his rock hard penis with his hands. He wasn’t sure how he was managing to prevent himself from cuming right now. Sarah was being made to give him a blowjob and after that what? Would Lisa let him shag Sarah? He wanted to shag her! He so wanted to shag her, but not in public like this!

“Well, I think I know one naughty little boy who won’t be getting a blowjob this evening” said Pam

“Yes, a naughty little boy who’s now going to get his bottom very severely spanked?” said Mavis, reaching for Terry’s t-shirt.

“That’s the one!” said Pam

Mavis pulled the shirt from him and she looked at his pale chest; his flat tummy. She looked down at his feet “Foot!” she said.

Terry sighed. This was going to be awful, so awful! But at least the two younger boys were gone. What was infinite humiliation minus a little bit of humiliation? He lifted his right foot.

Mavis removed Terry’s shoe and sock “Not so embarrassing at the moment, is it?” she said “But you just wait until we get your pants!”

Not so embarrassing!? Was she a fucking vegetable or something!? He blushed and dropped his head lower.

Lisa lifted the lid on her laptop and revived it. She kept half an eye on Terry; ignoring the others for now, and then started typing “I’ll use Excel, I think” she said.

Mavis was dealing with Terry’s other foot while Pam smiled at Lisa and then looked over at Sarah. The girl was quivering and looked very excited. Pam did not have the impression that she was about to be punished, and in fact, if there was any punishment here it was that she was having to wait before being allowed to get Paul’s penis in her mouth. She frowned in thought and idly reached for Dave’s now flagging erection. She stroked at it gently, enjoying the feel of it immensely, while Dave groaned in humiliation. Pam didn’t release him until he was rigid again and Terry’s feet were completely bare.

“Just your trousers and pants left then, Terry” said Mavis “I’m guessing that must be embarrassing for you, especially since you know these trousers are coming down next.”

Terry remained silent and as he trembled, tears fell from his cheeks onto his tummy.

Mavis reached her hands up and she grazed his flanks accidentally as she came to the top of his trousers. He snapped away from her touch with little shrieks and Mavis stopped her hands “Are you ticklish?” she asked.

“No!” said Terry urgently, in a way that confirmed that he was.

“That gives me an idea” said Pam “Just get his trousers off, but not his underpants, and I’ll explain then.”

“Okay?” said Mavis, sounding curious. She started to undo his trousers.

“No, wait a minute!” said Terry in desperation. His hands flew down to take hold of his trousers; to prevent Mavis from pulling them down.

They were undone and Mavis had his fly half way down. She looked up at him with a frown “Wait a minute?” she said, sounding disbelieving “I think you need to listen to me, young man. You are already in a very great deal of trouble as it is and you want to make it worse?”

“No, no, I just... Just let me... I’m sorry, that’s all, we don’t need to.... I’ll... I’ll let you spank me, okay? And... and then... then we’ll call it quits... you can even use that thing... what’s it called... that thing, if you want. You don’t have to, but... there’s no need to... I could... just let me keep my pants on, it won’t make any difference, please! Please, Mrs Carter! Please!” Terry begged, tears pouring down his blazing cheeks.

Pam raised both eyebrows, unimpressed by his attempt to escape his punishment. She hoped Mavis wasn’t going to give in to him.

“Did you hear that, Pam?” said Mavis, looking over at her “Terry’s going to let me spank him. He’s even going to let me use the spacer on him, if I want to.”

Pam nodded slowly “That’s very kind of him, Mavis, because there we were thinking we couldn’t do any of those things without his permission.”

Lisa stopped typing and looked over interestedly, just her eyes appearing over the top of her laptop screen. Sarah and Paul stared curiously too. There was an atmosphere building, and it wasn’t a healthy one if your name was Terry.

“I don’t know where to start, Terry, I really don’t” said Mavis “Um... well, I am going to spank you whether you want me to or not, and I am going to spank you with the spacer, whether you want me to or not. I don’t need your permission to do those things, Terry, because I have your mother’s permission. In fact I have her instruction - she told me to spank you. She also told me to take your trousers and pants down, and actually even off, along with the rest of your clothes. As to it making no difference, Terry - I think we both know it will make a difference, don’t we? Because if I take your trousers and pants down you’re going to be very embarrassed, aren’t you? Because we’re all going to be seeing you bare bottom and your willy, and your testicles, and you pubic hair - if you have any. And if it didn’t make any difference, Terry, you wouldn’t be begging and pleading with me and crying at the prospect, would you?”

“No, but... please, Mrs Carter... I... just... please let me keep my pants on, just my pants and I promise I’ll be good. I promise!” pleaded Terry, his face straining in desperation for her to relent.

“Well, I’m going to have to tell your mother all about this and if she decides to inflict her punishment on you as well then you’ll only have yourself to blame, won’t you? But for now, young man, these trousers are coming down and off, so please take your hands away and put them back on your head where they belong” said Mavis.

Terry trembled violently and he was stuck. He did not know what to do, but to allow Mavis to strip him completely naked was just too much. Even with just her and Mrs Fairburn here it would have been too much, but with Lisa and Sarah and Paul as well, it was beyond too much. Way beyond!

Mavis stared at Terry for a slow three seconds and then she shook her head “Alright then, you naughty little boy, I am going to have to punish very seriously, aren’t I?”

“I think we are going to have to increase his punishment significantly” said Pam.

“I can think of some extra punishments that will be humiliating” said Lisa.

Pam smiled, she wasn’t surprised “But I think one thing we are all agreed on is that you are going to be naked, Terry, and we are all going to see you bare bottom and your little willy, aren’t we Mavis?”

“We certainly are” said Mavis “The only question is how much additional punishment Terry wants to heap on that. He’s already added a significant amount.

“Oh, God! No, please, I’ve asked nicely, and... I don’t want you to... I don’t want to be...” he cried, tears streaming down his face as he began to realise that his attempt to reason with them had failed.

“Do you want me to punish him tomorrow at school?” asked Lisa “I should think having his trousers and pants taken down in front of the girls in his class would be humiliating for him.”

“Lisa, we’d need to ask his mother or father about that first and then the school” said Pam.

“I can’t imagine Terry would like that” said Mavis “Would you, Terry? Is that a risk you want to take? Having Lisa take your trousers and pants down in front of the girls in your class tomorrow at school and smacking your bare bottom for you?”

“No... no... you can’t... you can’t!” he wailed.

“Would you like to do as I have told you, or would like to risk finding out?” asked Mavis.

Terry was crying and blubbering and snot was dribbling out of his nose already. His hands came away from his trousers and he closed his eyes and wailed. Mavis pulled his trousers down to reveal a pair of white y-fronts, bulged only slightly by their contents. He clearly did not have an erection any longer.

“Feet, Terry” said Mavis, no sympathy in her voice.

Terry stamped his feet as Mavis removed his trousers. Terry doubled up slightly, his hands too afraid to move from his head and he wailed some more. The humiliation was already excruciating, even though he was not yet naked. Mavis brought her hands up to the top of his underpants.

“No, no, please! Please!” he wailed even more desperately.

“Hold on Mavis” said Pam “I had an idea, remember?”

“Oh yes” said Mavis pulling her hands away.

Terry rocked back and forth, crying and sobbing. Was she going to let him off? Oh God, please let her be about to let him off!

“Sit him up on the settee between us” said Pam.

Mavis pointed to the seat between her and Pam “Sit!” she said, as if talking to a slow dog.

Terry literally launched himself onto he settee. Sit? Yes! He’d be more covered, and... he was going to keep his pants on! oh thank you God! Thank you! Maybe he wasn’t going to be spanked, even. Maybe they were just going to give him a talking to.

“Legs” said Pam “Give me your legs!”

Terry was confused, but flooding with such relief he didn’t care any more. He did not want to do anything to undermine this reprieve. He would eat shit and die if they asked him to in order to avoid that. He lifted his legs up onto the settee and he let Pam take them over her lap and lay an arm over his shins.

“Lie back on Mavis’ lap” said Pam.

Terry was even more confused at this, but he lowered himself, sniffing his snot back into his nose, and wiping it with the back of his hand.

Mavis naturally settled an arm over Terry’s chest, and she looked questioningly at Pam. Terry felt better now, somehow, and his crying eased a little and then stopped. He almost felt safe; comfortable. He was overcome with tiredness and felt like falling asleep - it was late.

“Now then, Terry” said Pam, in a frighteningly predatory tone.

Terry lifted his head and looked up at her; growing scared.

“We’ve got you right where we want you” said Pam, with a smile reminded Terry of a shark “A very naughty little boy wearing only a very small pair of underpants in our clutched, stretched out on the settee and he’s very ticklish.

Terry’s eyes nearly popped out and his mouth dropped in shock and horror. Lisa leapt up and abandoned her laptop, coming over to get a closer look and to help if needed.

Paul sat straighter in his chair and stared over, wondering what on earth they were intending to do and thanking God it wasn’t him in Terry’s place. Even Sarah turned and took a few tentative steps closer.

“And the pants can easily come down, whenever we want them to” said Pam “And they will, Terry. They most definitely will.”

Terry’s hands were already launching themselves down to protect his last vestige of modesty, but Mavis caught them and hauled them back up over his head, pinning them down with an arm and leaving herself with a hand free. As Terry’s legs began to thrash and his face started to turn bright red again Pam clamped them down with one arm, leaving herself with a free hand.

“But not just yet” she said, her hand creeping towards his groin “First, we need to tickle some information out of you, don’t we?”

“Oh goody!” yelled Lisa “Let me help. Oh please, let me help!”

Terry screamed in terror.

“So let’s go back to our original question, shall we, Terry? How many people have seen your willy since puberty” said Pam, her fingers resting on Terry’s tummy.

Terry’s body was stretched out, naked but for his y-fronts. Mavis had his arms clamped up out of the way and Terry trembled in fearful anticipation. He had never felt more vulnerable in all his life.

“We don’t know he has reached puberty, yet” said Mavis “That’s why we wanted him to get undressed first, remember?”

“Oh, yes” said Pam “We don’t want to rush that, do we? So... Well, Lisa seems very keen to help, why don’t we ask her to check for us?”

“I could do that!” said Lisa, grinning.

“Go on then, darling” said Pam, growing excited.

Mavis grinned too, she had no idea that activities of this sort could be so much fun. She cast her eyes over to Dave, who was still looking very glum and embarrassed with his overlarge erection beginning to droop slightly again. She didn’t think she would have as much fun with Dave as she was having with Terry.

Lisa hesitated briefly in thought and then brought her hand to the top of Terry’s underpants.

“No, no, God, please, no, don’t!” wailed Terry, arching his back and turning dangerously red. He did not want his willy being exposed; not at any price.

Lisa didn’t expose him, guessing at her mother’s desire to drag this out and maximise Terry’s embarrassment; instead she slid her fingers underneath the waistband of his white y-fronts. and began to push her fingers further down over his virginal skin, spreading them and feeling delicately around.

Lisa turned to stare at Sarah.

“You just stand for a little while with your hands on your head” Lisa said to Sarah.

Sarah quivered and closed her eyes. The humiliation was just appalling. She knew that Dave was staring at her, but Terry... he was gawping in the most lustful manner imaginable, and she knew that forevermore when he saw her he would be reliving this moment in his mind. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was dripping as the excitement swamped her. She didn’t understand it, and she knew she didn’t need to. It simply was.

“She’s really turned on, boys, have you noticed?” said Lisa.

Dave licked his lips. Of course he’d noticed, but he wasn’t going to confess to his knowledge. Terry narrowed his eyes and concentrated, wondering how you could tell.

Lisa’s hand crept round to Sarah’s front.

“Oh... no, Lisa... no!” wailed Sarah, terrified.

Lisa’s fingers crawled up Sarah’s pussy, causing the girl to moan loudly “She’s so turned on by this.” She reached Sarah’s clitoris and teased it. Sarah’s knees shook and her breasts wobbled and she let out pitiful panting moans, utterly humiliated to be treated in this way in front of the boys. She did not want to orgasm here, not in front of everyone, and tears rolled down her cheeks “No... Lisa... no... please...” she wailed, in a shaky, rasping, panting voice.

“Lisa” said Pam “Can you leave Sarah for now? We need to concentrate on Paul.”

“Sorry, mum” said Lisa, withdrawing her hand and licking her fingers. She winked at the two boys. She could see they were hard, and their two red faces; their evident lust, was delectable. She wondered what they would be like with their trousers and pants down and their stiff willies poking out in the open. They weren’t her brothers and that made a huge difference. Quite what, she wasn’t yet sure, but she was sure it would be better somehow.

End Part 5

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