Archbishops College

Archbishops College - Fairburn Family 6

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 6
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 6
An Archbishops College Series Story

As Lisa slowly pushed her hand even further down inside Terry Roberts underpants carefully feeling his virginal skin, spreading her fingers and feeling delicately around, they came into contact with some pubic hair.

Terry inhaled sharply. Lisa’s fingers invading this most private and most sensitive part of his anatomy was both awful and stimulating; with the stimulation just adding to the awfulness. He tried to wriggle away, but his freedom of movement was so limited and Lisa’s finger just chased him.

Pam watched closely and she could detect movement elsewhere; a slight expansion in his pants. Lisa’s fingers, she thought, might just be exciting him a little.

Lisa considered exploring further, for her own enjoyment, but she had performed her task and she withdrew her fingers dutifully “He’s got some pubic hair” she said “So unlike Paul, I would declare him fully pubescent.”

“Thank you, Lisa” said Pam.

“Oh Terry, how adorable is it, that you have pubes!” said Lisa, ticking Terry under the chin. “You must feel so proud that you are no longer a little boy, like my brother Paul still is?”

Terry didn’t really answer Lisa’s question instead he whimpered, turning redder and redder, horrified by the discussion of his pubes and the sensation of stiffening slightly.

Pam looked down at Terry’s pants again with a smile. He wasn’t erect, but he was no longer limp, either “I think we might have something here” she said, looking up at Mavis, and then tickling a finger along the curled expansion through the white cotton of his pants.

Terry whimper and wailed, arching his back again and struggling.

“Getting a bit excited, Terry?” asked Mavis, a grin on her face “I’m guessing he’s going to be a lot more excited yet, before we’re though with him.”

Terry shook his head desperately. He did not want any degree of excitement; not any at all. Having these people see his underpants; seeing him in just his underpants; stretched out and helpless, was absolutely appalling. The prospect of having those pants come down; being seen naked; having anything of a hard-on, was beyond comprehension; beyond endurance; he wanted to expire; to die; to be cast down into hell or ascended to heaven; or even just chucked on the compost heap. Anything and anywhere but here and this.

“So we have our intelligence” said Pam “You are pubescent, and that gives us our starting point, Terry. Now you can answer the question. Who has seen your willy since you first grew hair down there.”

“Maybe we should first ask when he grew pubic hair?” stated Lisa.

”We probably should” said Mavis.

“Good idea” said Pam “When did you start to grow public hair, Terry?”

Terry squirmed. His eyes were closed; he could not bear to see anyone, to look at them. There was some sense in which if he couldn’t see them they couldn’t see him. Despite a series of whimpers, he did not answer the question.

“Terry, you have to face up to the situation you are in here” said Pam “You are entirely at our mercy.” She hooked a finger into the opening in his y-fronts and tugged gently “These pants could come down at a moment’s notice” She tickled her finger up his left flank, causing him to giggle involuntarily “We have almost the entirety of your body to tickle, and I imagine that could have some unfortunate effects down here” she patted the lump in his pants gently “And of course, the same exposed flesh that we can tickle could also be smacked.” Her hand slapped down on the front of his right thigh, causing him to shriek “So if I were you, my boy, I would cooperate.”

Mavis reached a hand down too and she tickled him just under his ears, and around his neck “I quite fancy just getting his pants down and tickling him all over. He’s bound to get an erection and then he’ll do as he’s told.”

“Do you think it would be alright if I took some pictures?” asked Lisa, uncertainly “I was just thinking they could go on the form - as a reminder. So when the questions are asking about how embarrassing something was they could see the moment, and that might jog their memory.”

“That’s a good idea” said Pam “Use my camera, it’ll be in the drawer in the cabinet over there.”

Lisa dashed off excitedly. She had many, many uses for pictures, not just for the forms, and she intended to put them on her computer, filed and tagged, perhaps in a database. Making comparisons would be fun and so would analysing them by age, by gender, and by many other criteria. She could see herself becoming expert in intimate anatomy in no time.

“Terry, when did you get your pubic hair!?” said Pam “Or would you like some more encouragement?”

“Less than a year! About nine months but definitely less than a year! I don’t remember exactly !” Terry blurted out suddenly, terrified of what they might do to him.

“So you’ve had pubic hair for less than a year. That’s a very good start.” said Pam. She stroked her fingers delicately across his tummy, causing him to shiver and moan “And in that year, Terry, how many people have seen your willy?”

“Mum... and... and dad, and... Harry” said Terry, quickly.

“How and why, Terry? How have they come to see your willy, tell me!” said Pam.

“Just...” he screwed his face up in embarrassment “Mum, because... she spanks me, and dad the same and because, with Harry, going swimming and changing and stuff.”

“And what about your sister Hannah?” asked Mavis “Has she seen your willy?” She continued tickling around his ears and neck, causing him to shift his head around, almost nuzzling her to stop the tickly sensations.

“No, not Hannah!” said Terry “Not since I was little.”

Lisa bounded back with the camera. She turned it on, set it up quickly, and then framed Terry’s long body in the LCD screen. There was a flash and Terry’s head snapped to the side “No! Stop it! No, no photos, please!”

“Just for the record” said Lisa, innocently “No-one’s going to see them, except me and anyone I show them to.”

“No, but...” wailed Terry.

“Oooh, let me get Sarah and Paul” said Lisa.

Sarah took a step back and shook “No, Lisa, no!” she wailed, but she didn’t take her hands from her head.

Lisa smiled, framed her, and then flashed. She checked the picture on the screen “Perfect!” she said “Paul, on you feet, please!”

“But I thought... I was... being rewarded” said Paul, filling fill horror.

“You are, but this is from before, from when you were naughty. I just didn’t think of it at the time” said Lisa “Come on, you don’t want to be naughty again, do you?”

Paul was only too aware of his late development and he did not want Lisa showing pictures around of him naked, let alone when he had a hard-on. His hands covered himself and he shook his head “Mum, this isn’t fair! Not photos like this.”

“Don’t talk to me” said Pam “Lisa’s in charge, you do as she says.”

“Look, Paul, what do you want?” said Lisa, sounding completely reasonable “If I did want to show someone your hard-on, which let’s face it is quite likely, which would you prefer? Me showing them a picture, or me having to summon you to take your trousers and pants down and making you get it up for them?”

Paul screwed his face up in misery. That he definitely did not want. He stood himself up.

“Hands, Paul, I shouldn’t’ have to tell you!” said Lisa.

Paul gulped and raised his hands, elbows together and he closed his eyes.

“No, let’s have your eyes open” said Lisa “You don’t have to smile, but I do want you eyes open.”

Paul forced his eyes open, his face bright red. He looked miserable. Lisa raised the camera “Lovely, nice and hard, very good” she pressed the button, blinding Paul with the flash.

“Do his bottom!” said Pam “Don’t forget to take a photograph of his bottom! I think it’s his best feature.”

“Good idea!” said Lisa “Turn around, Paul! You too, Sarah, might as well get yours as well.”

“I might get that one framed” said Pam.

“Oh!” said Lisa, sounding disappointed “You know, we should have got one of his bottom before he was spanked.”

“Never mind” said Pam “His bottom might recover if he’s good for a while. You can always do it then.”

“True” said Lisa, taking more photographs of the two humiliated and trembling youngsters “Oh, mum! When I have to spank Paul next, could you take a picture of him over my lap?”

“Of course I will, that’s a very good idea” said Pam.

“Can we get one of Dave?” asked Mavis.

“Mum!” said Dave, turning bright red and looking appalled “No, it’ll be all over school!”

“Dave! Behave yourself! Lisa can take pictures of you just like she is everyone else” said Mavis “Or do want another spanking?”

“Oh God!” mumbled Dave, as Lisa turned her camera on him “Nice and hard, Dave!” she said “Mum, can you help him?”

Pam reached a hand up and tickled under Dave’s balls and then stroked gently up and down his half erect penis. Dave moaned and looked miserable as he renewed his rigidity. Lisa’s camera flashed brightly “Bottom!” she said “Turn around!”

Pam helped Dave turn and Lisa took another photo “We’ll be able to do comparisons later, when we’ve got more time” said Lisa, with a grin “Do you think we should take a picture with a ruler on, so we know how big things are?”

“That’s an idea” said Pam “But not right now. We need to get on with Terry, or the poor boy will be getting bored.”

Pam smiled down at the petrified thirteen year old “So Terry, who else has seen your Willy?”

“No... no... no--one” he said, fearfully.

“No-one?” said Pam “Really?”

“No, no-one” said Terry “Honestly!”

“That can’t be true” said Lisa “What about the showers at school?”

“Oh, yeh, well... the boys... in the showers... I didn’t... didn’t think of that” mumbled Terry, wishing they’d stop talking about this.

“You must be used to that by now, though” said Pam “The boys seeing you naked in the showers.”

Terry wasn’t going to respond to this implied question.

Pam turned to Dave “Is he used to it, Dave?”

“I... I don’t know” said Dave “We don’t have PE together, we’re in different classes.”

Lisa frowned “They are” she said “But 3A and 3B have games together.”

“Dave!” said Pam, smacking his bottom “Are you trying to hold out on me?”

“No, I didn’t.... I don’t know, I’ve never paid any attention!” said Dave.

“Terry? Are you used to it or not, answer me because I will have Lisa find out” said Pam.

“I can always ask Emily” said Mavis “Now she’s a prefect she can always check.”

“Prefect?” said Pam “But she is only in the third form?”

“She is, the school board has approved a new system” sad Mavis, and then she blushed slightly “Although it’s supposed to be secret. I shouldn’t have said anything until it is formally announced.”

“Mavis!” said Pam, with a grin “You can’t hold out on me now.”

“Please Mrs Carter, what do you mean!? New system? What new system?” asked Lisa.

“No, I can’t. I’m sworn to secrecy. Sorry, I didn’t think. Just forget I said anything” said Mavis, feeling very embarrassed.

“You’ve already told us” said Pam “So there’s no harm in telling us the rest.”

“Please, Mrs Carter!” said Lisa, desperate to know what this new system at school was all about.

Mavis sighed, unable to resist the pressure “Well... you mustn’t tell anyone, but... the old 6th form prefects are all going to be fired and new prefects are being installed from various forms not just the 6th. Emily Weaver is going to be one of them. With the return to traditional values, they’ll have the authority to spank the other kids, so I was thinking... since they are allowed to go where they want.... she could go and check on the boys in the changing rooms, the showers, you know, and... see.”

“What!?” yelled Paul “They can’t ...”

“Paul, be quiet!” said Lisa, glaring at Paul; she turned back to Mavis, looking worried “What about the boy prefects? Can they... go into the girls’ changing rooms?”

“They could but at the moment there aren’t any” said Mavis “All the new prefects are girls.”

Lisa let out a sigh of relief.

“You say they can spank the other children, do you mean they can... take their pants down, or just spank them on their clothes?” asked Pam.

“Oh, look... I’ve said too much, already...” said Mavis, feeling very uncomfortable.

“Just this last question, Mavis, then we’ll leave you alone” said Pam.

“Oh God” said Mavis with a sigh “Yes, they can... under the return to traditional values they can do practically what they want. Trousers and pants down... naked... whatever they decide as long as it is allowed by traditional values!”

Pam stared at Mavis “Do you know who the others are, it can’t just be Emily?”

“No you said... you said that was the last question” said Mavis “And... I can’t say any more.”

Lisa was watching Dave and she smiled “If Emily is a prefect, and Dave is her boyfriend, perhaps he knows more.”

Pam smiled at Lisa and nodded “Torture him for information, Lisa.”

Dave gulped; his mouth dropped open “No, I don’t know anything!”

Lisa advanced on him and took hold of his erection “I’ll make him talk!” she said.

“I don’t know anything, though!” said Dave “I don’t!”

“Well, I’ll tell you what” said Lisa, stroking his erection slowly back and forth “I’ll just get on and torture you, and not waste any time asking and questions.” She smacked his bottom, causing him to yelp “And if you decide you’re ready to talk, just let me know, okay?”

“No! No, please!” wailed Dave.

“I think I’ll use the spacer!” said Lisa, picking it up from the table. “You bend over the end of the settee for me, you naughty little boy!” said Lisa, moving aside “That way I can still keep an eye on Terry while I’m torturing you.”

“Don’t forget photos” said Pam.

“I won’t. Photos of Dave being tortured are going to be very popular with the girls at school, especially with a willy that size” said Lisa. She snapped the spacer across the back of Dave’s thighs and he screamed, stamping his feet up and down to try to dissipate the pain. What could he do? He couldn’t stand this kind of pain for long, but then he couldn’t talk either. Victoria would be really disappointed in him if he talked, not to mention Emily.

Pam turned back to Terry “Hear that, Terry?” she said “That is the sound of Lisa’s spacer, smacking a naughty boy’s bare bottom, and the sound of Dave’s resulting screams. That probably gives you some idea of how much it hurts.”

“And that is exactly what you are going to be spanked with” said Mavis “So you’ll have some insight into what it’s going to be like.”

“I’m betting Dave will talk soon, so he won’t be spanked for very long” said Pam.

“Unlike you, Terry” said Mavis “After your bad behaviour and swearing, you are going to be spanked for a very long time.”

Terry shook and gulped. He did not like the sound of the spacer smacking Dave’s bottom or the resulting screams; it sounded hideously painful.

“Next question, Terry” said Pam “We’ve heard about who has seen your willy, but now I’d like to know who has seen it erect.”

“Good question!” said Mavis “Who’s seen your hard-on Terry?”

Terry groaned and his humiliation peaked. Why? Why did they have to ask him these questions? He did not want to talk about his willy; not in any state. Even just talking about it was excruciatingly embarrassing.

Pam tickled up and down his flanks, causing him to shriek and struggle in desperation “Just...” he yelled, hoping to stop the assault. Pam slowed her tickling, but she didn’t stop it.

“Just my mum!” he yelled.

“Your mum?” said Pam “That must have been embarrassing, how did that happen?”

“Did she catch you masturbating?” asked Mavis.

Terry blushed brightly at the idea. “No! No, when she was spanking me!”

“So you got an erection when your mum spanked you?” asked Pam.

“Yes!” said Terry, quickly, not wanting to go anywhere near the truth.

“Do you think he’ll get an erection when I spank him?” asked Mavis.

“I don’t know, let’s ask him” said Pam “Do you think you’ll get an erection when Mrs Carter spanks you, Terry?”

“No, no, I won’t! I won’t!” wailed Terry, in desperate hope.

“Oh well, we’ll just have to take other measure, then” said Pam, smiling at Mavis.

“I suppose we will” said Mavis.

“Stop! Please!” yelled Dave, tears streaming down his face from the awful pain in his bottom “Please, stop!”

Lisa stopped and admired the dozen thin lines she had applied to Dave’s bottom and the back of his thighs. They were neatly spaced, half a dozen to his bottom and half a dozen to his thighs. His legs shook violently with the pain and his bottom quivered. She rather liked his bottom.

“Are you ready to talk then?” asked Lisa.

“I don’t know anything!” yelled Dave “Emily hasn’t told me anything! I didn’t even know!”

“Maybe we’ll try a different approach” said Lisa “But we’ll get a picture first.” She picked up the camera and took a quick photo of Dave’s bottom and legs “Now, turn around for me, Dave!”

Dave lifted himself and rose up, wincing at the pain and he turned nervously, shaking from head to toe.

“Oh, your hard-on’s gone” said Lisa, sounding disappointed “Well, I suppose that let’s me get a picture of your willy when it’s limp.” She took another photo “Now, let’s get it hard again.” She took hold of Dave’s penis and started to play with it curiously, watching it rise again and she masturbated him carefully “Are you going to come, Dave? Are you going to shoot your load for us?”

“Not on the carpet, Lisa, please!” said Pam.

Lisa looked round, grabbed Dave’s pants and lifted them, ready to catch his come when he unloaded it.

“Talking of willies, limp and hard, perhaps it’s time to get Terry’s out?” said Mavis.

“I think it might be” said Pam “Lisa, could you spare a minute to get some pictures? One of Terry’s face when his pants come down might be a treat.”

“Just a sec.” said Lisa, dropping Dave’s twitching penis. It stood upright and Dave hovered on the verge of ejaculation, desperately trying to hold it back. Not only did he not want the humiliation of cuming in front of Lisa and the others like this, he also didn’t want to disappoint Emily with the waste. He trembled, scarlet face to the floor, wondering what in hell had come over his mother.

Lisa snatched up her camera, took a quick picture of Dave in profile, hard-on very prominently displayed and then rushed to Terry, camera poised on his face “Ready.”

“Lisa’s ready” said Pam “How about you, Mavis?”

“I’m ready” said Mavis, with a grin and a sense of mounting excitement.

“I’m ready too” said Pam “What about you, Terry? Are you ready?”

“Please, Mrs Fairburn, don’t!” Terry cried “I... I’m sorry and... I don’t want you to, please! It’s so... embarrassing!”

“Aw, sweety” said Pam “Don’t be shy. We’ve all seen boys’ willies before, and if Mavis is right and they have new prefects that can pull your trousers and pants down whenever they want to, you’re probably better off getting used to it, anyway.” Terry gasped and started to cry again. He didn’t believe what Mavis had said, and he just couldn’t imagine how awful that would be, but this he could imagine - it was staring him in the face, and he didn’t know how to avoid it.

Pam reached her hands down and started to tug at the top of Terry’s pants, pulling them down ever so slowly. Terry tensed and wailed “No, no, no, oh please, no, no!”

Mavis watched closely, growing more excited by the second. Her view was better than Pam’s being at Terry’s head end and she could see all the way down his body inside his pants as Pam lifted them. She smiled at what she saw curled up there in its little dark nest of pubic hair.

Mavis’ excitement was matched every step of the way by Terry’s humiliation as his pants came down, but then Pam paused as the first signs of pubic hair came into view.

“Healthy growth for a thirteen year old who only started to grow pubes within the last year, I think” said Pam, looking down at the reasonably large amount of pubic hair. She continued pulling until his penis came into view. She smiled and felt a flush of excitement.

The camera flashed at Terry’s face. Lisa thought it was a picture in its own right and she hadn’t seen such humiliation before, not even in Paul. She grinned and turned the camera on his willy.

Mavis started to have to work quite hard to keep Terry’s arms from escaping to cover himself as he struggled heavily now. His head turned from side to side, tears spraying out to the sides and his body arched up and fell down. Pam kept his legs trapped and ran her hand around his hip to his bottom, dragging his pants down at the back. She pulled them to his knees and left them there for now.

“Well, well, well!” said Pam “Look at that Lisa, your classmate is fully exposed!”

Lisa was looking, Terry looked fabulous. He had a small thick thatch of pubic hair above his willy, but there was very little of it down the sides or elsewhere, including his hanging scrotum.

“Oh how adorably cute!” said Lisa, taking another photograph “Your pubes will shows up real well in the picture! It will be a nice memory of what you had, as the pubes will soon have to be shaved off under the return to traditional values rules!”

Terry wailed and moaned in despair. Mavis leaned forward for a closer look, her eyes narrowing. She looked up again “Dave, come here a minute!”

Dave trembled with reluctance. He didn’t move.

“Lisa, get Dave for us, will you?” said Pam.

“One Dave, coming up” said Lisa, and then she giggled at her unintended joke. Her movement was shocking. She was so excited that even the few paces she took sent thrills of excitement through her clitoris and she had to close her eyes for the moment. She wanted to throw her clothes off and attack Dave’s penis or Sarah’s pussy, but she would never have done that in front of the others - it would be far too embarrassing.

She grabbed the poor boy by his stiff willy and, with a squawk, Dave was forced to dance on his toes over to his mother. She released him and stood beck.

Mavis trailed her finger’s under Dave’s balls, peering closely “Just a few hairs on his balls.”

“Paul!” said Pam “Here, quickly!”

Paul gulped and dropped his head. He moved forward just as Lisa turned to encourage him. He closed his eyes as his mother inspected his hairless and smooth ball sack in the same way. Dave and Paul were left to stand with their rigid shafts vertical as the women turned back to Terry.

“Hair on the ball sack grows later than the pubic bush in most cases” said Mavis.

Pam reached down and stroked her fingers across Terrys scrotum, it like Paul’s was totally hairless! Her actions causing him to shriek with the electric thrill of it. Pam, Mavis and Lisa all stared with excitement as Terry’s curled penis started to straighten itself and join the other two boys in being fully erect.

“Oh No!” wailed Terry as he started to struggle again.

Pam stroked at his still soft penis, encouraging its growth and it was a sensation that Terry couldn’t resist. He whimpered and writhed and wriggled as his penis erected itself.

Lisa took pictures of this amazing transformation; as it lifted itself from it hairy nest and eventually stood upwards rigidly.

The three of them stared, licking their lips, and Terry’s glans was revealed as his foreskin retracted.

“Not quite as big as Dave” said Pam “But not far off.”

“No he doesn’t look quite big, does he?” said Lisa.

Pam looked at Paul’s and measured the two against each other in her mind “Bigger by far than Paul’s.”

“We should get a group photo” said Lisa, eagerly.

“Now that is a good idea” said Pam.

Dave and Paul both tensed and shook their heads, flooding with renewed humiliation. Mavis took hold of Dave’s erection again and Pam did the same with Paul’s .

“You boys aren’t going to object, now, are you?” said Mavis.

“I hope they’re not” said Pam “I wouldn’t want to be in their shoes if they did.”

The two boys said nothing, but they both moaned in misery. Lisa stroked their bottoms, one hand each “We could let Dave off if he told us about the prefects” she said.

Dave was so tempted, he almost blurted out all he knew, but... he remained silent.

“I don’t think he knows anything, to be honest” said Pam.

Mavis shook her head “I’d be able to tell if he was lying, and I don’t think he is.”

“Does that mean I can’t torture him any more?” said Lisa, sounding disappointed.

“No, that wouldn’t be fair, darling” said Pam “But you can still play with him.”

Lisa smiled down at David’s bottom and she gave it a squeeze “Okay, that sound’s like fun.” She leaned forward, putting her head between the two boys, and she whispered “Maybe I’ll get you two to play with each other.” She patted both bottoms simultaneously.

Dave looked alarmed. Paul looked terrified.

Pam took Terry’s erection in hand and squeezed it. She stroked it up and down, sliding her thumb over the head “I bet he’s not used to this” she said.

Mavis watched enviously “I bet he’s not.”

“How long do you think it would take to make him come?” asked Lisa.

“Oh, not long” said Pam “What do you think, Terry?”

“No... no...” he wailed, more humiliated than he had ever been in his life before.

“We should get the picture first” said Lisa.

“Good thinking, Lisa, just as well someone’s thinking straight” said Pam “Besides, we haven’t seen his bottom yet, have we? And there is something special about a stiff willy when a boy’s stood up rather than lying down.”

She released his legs and pushed them to the side. Taking her lead from Pam, Mavis manoeuvred the protesting Terry up and off the settee too. He tried to drop his hand to cover his swaying hard-on, but Mavis kept a hold of them and Pam smacked his now exposed and available bottom.

Lisa frowned and picked up the spacer “I think he needs to be taught to keep his hands out of the way.”

“No! No, no!” yelled Terry, as Mavis and Pam turned him so that his bottom faced Lisa. Mavis pulled him down into a bending position, his head just resting on the settee and Mavis and Pam held him there. Lisa stroked her hand across his bottom first “It feels furry, too” she said “What a funny boy, a funny furry boy!”

Terry whimpered and cried in humiliation a well as in anticipation of pain.

“To save effort, Terry, you just tell me when you’re ready to stand up properly and put your hands on you head, and I’ll just carry on smacking you until then, okay?” said Lisa, drawing the spacer backwards.

“No, oh God, no, please!” begged Terry, shaking and crying.

Lisa started smacking enthusiastically, each blow raising her excitement level. The spacer flashed swiftly through the air impacting bottom and thighs alternately. Terry jumped and screamed and tried to escape, but Pam and Mavis held him in place. He cried and begged for mercy, forgetting how to escape, until he eventually screamed “Alright, stop! I will! I will!”

Lisa stopped and she put a flat hand on his back, tapping the spacer lightly on his bottom “Does that mean you’re going to stand up nice and straight and put your hands on your head, Terry? Even though that means your willy’s going to be on display?”

“Yes, yes!” wailed Terry, unable to cope with any more of that kind pain.

She put down the spacer, took a picture of his red bottom and then smiled at her mum, “Let’s see if he’s telling the truth, shall we?”

Pam let go carefully and Mavis did the same.

“Up we get, Terry, let’s see those furry balls” said Lisa.

Terry rose, wailing at the pain in his bottom and thighs, tears rolling down his cheeks. His willy was now entirely limp and hung down as if in disgrace. He brought his hands to his head, shaking and crying; his face crimson.

Lisa put a hand on his shoulder “Back a little, back a little” she said as she steered him backwards “Stop!” She turned to Paul “You, here” she said, and then she summoned Dave too. She lined the three boys up side by side and then tutted. Dave and Paul were both only half hard and Terry was still limp.

“Sarah, on the settee, quickly!” said Lisa “I need you to get the boys hard.”

Sarah gulped and took a deep breath. Handling three boys’ willies would be fun, even if she did have to suffer the embarrassment of them all seeing her naked. She moved swiftly forward and sat herself on the settee. The boys were too far away now for her to reach, so she assumed that Lisa would bring them forward again.

“Legs nice and wide Sarah, for the boys to see everything and get them hard” said Lisa, feeling a sudden jolt of excitement.

Sarah looked at her in shock. She shook her head slowly “Lisa... I... please not wide, they will see!” she said, turning bright red and gulping.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake Sarah, that’s the idea!?” said Lisa with a heavy sigh
Sarah stared boggle eyed but eventually she narrowed her eyes and with her mouth open, she opened her legs for the boys to see between her legs.

Despite the view, all three boys were still not rigidly hard, so Lisa ordered Sarah to go masturbate in front of the boys.

“Oh please Lisa ... not that please … not in front of everyone … please!” Sarah begged.

“Now!” was Lisa’s short, stern reply as she moved to pick up the spacer.

Sarah immediately dropped her right hand. Oh hell, she thought! She so needed it so badly anyway. She started to rub herself and she was quickly moaning. She watched the boys’ willies as she speeded up, trying to masturbate herself quickly to a hugely blissful orgasm.

The boys had no defence. Their eyes were captive to her naked body and their penises were barometers of her sexual excitement. All three boys were fully rigid in seconds.

Lisa stepped forward and smacked Sarah’s hand from her “Stop! That’s enough”

“But I haven’t finished!” wailed Sarah, absolutely desperate now.

“Too bad!” said Lisa, unsympathetically and shaking her head “We’ve achieved our goal, now go and stand back in your place, arms straight out from your sides!”

Sarah started crying in self pity and hauled herself up. She wanted it! She wanted it now! She stood, arms out to her sides, feeling completely miserable.

“Excellent!” said Lisa coming to the boys’ front and seeing three rampant hard-ons. She started to take pictures of the miserable boys. From the front, the sides, the back; always making sure they had their eyes open and were looking into the camera “This is going to be superb! No, wait! Boys, lets have your arms around each other shall we? Like you’re friends and having a fun time. Arms over shoulders, round waists, that sort of thing... and smile!”

All three boys looked horrified. They weren’t so much thinking of what the picture would look like as they were having to touch each other when they were all naked and hard.

Lisa sighed “Boys! We can waste time persuading you, or you can just do it! So come on! Who really wants a sore bottom?”

Paul responded first. It was a relief to take his arms from his front anyway. He stretched them out to the sides and dropped one over the shoulders of each boy to the side. Dave was next, slipping an arm around Paul’s waist. Terry needed a threatening glare before he put an arm around Paul’s shoulders.

“Smile!” said Lisa, and she flashed the camera. She looked at the resulting picture and she grinned “Oh this is just fabulous!”

“Why doesn’t Mavis get on with spanking, Terry then, and you can let Paul have his reward” said Pam “And in the meantime I can keep Dave occupied.”

“Great idea!” said Lisa “Paul, time for your reward.”

Paul gulped and went pale. He didn’t know anymore. He wanted it, by God he so fucking wanted it, but in front of his mum and Mrs Carter and the others... it suddenly appeared a lot less attractive now. He felt weak kneed and he looked over at Sarah. Her hard nipples and her erect clitoris made him moan with desire.

“Sarah, on your knees in front of Paul, please. You know what you’re doing” said Lisa.

Sarah looked over at Lisa nervously and then at Paul. She nearly fainted. After a quick gasp she rushed over and fell to her knees. Looking up at his hard-on it seemed a lot bigger than before and she sighed. It was almost unbearable; the excitement was so enormous. She seized him in one hand squeezing and pulling at him, rising up on her knees, bringing her head forward, and she pulled him into her mouth.

Paul yelled out loud at her touch, and then again when her mouth closed on him. He was practically coming already. Her soft lips enfolded him, her warm wet mouth entombed him. Her tongue... oh God. He went weak kneed.

Sarah only just managed to sneak her other hand between her legs and get it to her clitoris in time. She was so close in any case that it barely took a quick rub and she felt the hurricane coming for her. She opened her mouth and gagged slightly. Paul wailed and groaned and had an explosive dry cum. Sarah was shocked and delighted and confused. She sucked and swallowed the few tiny drops of liquid Paul had produced even as she was slain by her own orgasm.

“It must be true love” said Lisa, shaking her head “Was that even five seconds?”

“Looks like it” said Pam “They’re both having an orgasm at the same time. I’ve never had that with your dad. Come to think of it, I haven’t often had an orgasm with your dad at all.”

“Sarah … Sarah, are you having an orgasm!?” said Lisa, sounding cross “Did I say you could have an orgasm? It was supposed to be a punishment!”

Sarah collapsed backwards unable to respond. She closed her eyes and sank into a dreamy morass of warm loveliness.

Paul stumbled, knees failing him. He dropped, and then slowly angled downwards, landing on Sarah. She wrapped her arms around him instinctively.

Lisa stared, full of envy. She wanted an orgasm, and Sarah and Paul were practically fucking having just had one. She didn’t know what to do and she felt like crying.

“Come on then, Terry” said Mavis, summoning the terrified boy. He stepped forward quaking until Mavis grabbed his wrist. She pulled him over her lap, trying to keep his erection away from her. She looked at the spacer, but decided he’d probably had enough pain for one day. She used her hand to smack his slightly furry bottom enthusiastically.

Pam watch Mavis and she watched Sarah and Paul, feeling very much like Lisa did; wondering where her next orgasm was coming from. She lifted her head when she heard the doorbell “Get that, would you please?” she said to Lisa.

“It’s probably our new Parish Rods, Colin and Amelia Roberts” said Mavis.

“You two stay right there!” said Lisa, although neither Paul nor Sarah were capable of paying any attention as Lisa moved off to the front door.

“Ah, yes” said Pam “Good timing! I think having the newly appointed Parish Rods present at this time will be helpful.”

As part of the return to traditional values the newly charted Royal Society for the Return to Traditional Values had ruled that every Parish Council of the Church of the Unified Kingdom should appoint a male and a female ‘Parish Rod’. These new officials had the power to assist citizens within the parish in relation to all things involved with the return to traditional values. That included assisting with the discipline of boys and girls aged under sixteen but also they were empowered to discipline adults sixteen years of age and over, if requested by the local magistrate, commissioned police officers or the Parish Council and on their own initiative for minor matters like littering, minor vagrancy or not conforming to the rules of the return to traditional values.

The newly appointed Parish Rods of Broad Riddle, Colin and Amelia Roberts smiled as Lisa opened the front door of the rectory.

“Hello, Lisa. I believe Mrs Carter is here?” asked Amelia.

“She’s in the lounge, spanking your son Terry” said Lisa, “Please come in!”

“I hope he hasn’t been causing too much trouble” said Amelia.

“He’s been awful” said Lisa.

“Oh, are these two on guard duty?” said Colin, looking at Jonathon and Harry.

Both boys frowned and blushed. Jonathon’s hands had snuck down to cover his willy, but Harry’s were still on his head as he was used to being naked in front of his parents.

Amelia turned Harry by his shoulder and looked down at his bottom “You know what happens when someone else has to give you a spanking, Harry.” She smacked a hand down onto his bare bottom and he jumped and shrieked “Ow! Mum! I’ve already been spanked!”

“And you’ll be spanked again” said Amelia “Come on!”

“I don’t think you should have your hands down there, do you?” Lisa said to Jonathon.

Jonathon looked nervously at Lisa who glared back at him “You’re not my mum” he said to her, betraying his uncertainty and fear in his shaky voice.

Lisa advanced quickly, grabbing his hands and pulling them up in the air “No! No! No! I didn’t mean it!” he yelled.

Lisa brought a sharp stinging hand to his bottom three times. He yelped and blushed bright red as his limp willy flopped about “We’ll see about that, young man” she dragged him towards the lounge.

“Where they sent out here in disgrace?” asked Amelia, with a smile.

“No, Sarah was giving Paul a blowjob” said Lisa “We thought they probably shouldn’t be seeing that.”

Colin and Amelia exchanged a surprised look at each other.

“Your Paul?” asked Amelia.

“Yes, and Sarah Collins” said Lisa, dragging the protesting Jonathon back into the lounge.

“I didn’t know they were an item” said Colin “Let alone such a… public one.”

“They aren’t really” said Lisa “It was a punishment, I ordered both of them to do it. It was a great punishment as both of them hated doing it and were so humiliated and embarrassed!”

“A punishment under the return to traditional values?” asked Amelia.

“Yes” replied Lisa.

“I haven’t done anything, mum! I haven’t done anything!” interrupted Jonathon, desperately, trying to pull away from Lisa’s grip; his arms stretched out, his body leaning away from her.

“As one of the Parish Rods, would you like me to give the punishment” said Colin with a smile.

“Looks to me Jonathon, like you’ve done something” said Mavis.

“I haven’t, mum! I haven’t!” said Jonathon, desperately, his knees bent, being held up off the floor by Lisa.

“Paul, I hear that Sarah was made to give you a blowjob?” Colin asked.

Paul lifted his head “What!?”

“Blowjob, Paul” said Amelia, “Mr Roberts, the Parish Rod asked about you getting one.”

“Mum!” yelled Jonathon.

“Oh … yes … Sarah was ordered to give me one as a punishment but she didn’t want to and I was told not to object.” said Paul, rapidly backing away.

“Lisa, will you please shut Jonathan up?” said Mavis.

Lisa dragged Jonathon to the chair, while he struggled; fear and renewed sight of Sarah’s nakedness inspiring new life in his willy; causing it to rise up again.

Amelia shook her head “Will you spank my son Harry for me” she said, looking down at Sarah “I’m not sure I can be bothered right now.”

Sarah gulped and stared “Me?”

“Yes or no, quickly! I’m getting a headache.”

Sarah stared at Harry. He was a boy, he was ten, he was naked. It wasn’t Paul, not by a long way, but it was a bottom – and she would be spanking it “Yes, please!” she said eagerly.

“I’ve had a spanking, mum, I’ve had one!” yelled Harry, in despair.

Amelia smacked his bottom again; three sharp smacks that had him yelping. She brought her lips to his ear “You do as you’re told, young man or I will have every single person here spank you in turn, including Jonathon.”

Harry looked shocked, scared and embarrassed. He shook and cried, feeling everyone watching him again. He dropped his head and waited for the inevitable.

Sarah climbed to her feet and moved to the nearest chair and looked over at Amelia, her expression hopeful and expectant. She still felt terribly embarrassed, and she was aware that Mr Roberts was looking her naked body up and down. Sat as she was, the private parts between her legs were well hidden, but her breasts were still exposed. She tried to look confident and authoritative, but her red face and her shame filled eyes gave away much of her true feeling.

“Off you go, Harry, and don’t you dare cause any more trouble” said Amelia, propelling Harry towards Sarah with another smack to his bottom.

Harry stumbled forward, eyes down to the floor, feeling lost and afraid. What could he do? His mum could make his life a complete misery if she chose to, or she could make it really good. Defying her was just not an option.

Sarah watched his slow and reluctant approach; her eyes studying him carefully. He was only ten years old, he wasn’t pubescent, but he was cute and his stiff willy left her in no doubt he was a boy. She trembled in anticipation at this new game and as he drew close she reached out a hand and took his wrist, pulling him closer. She looked him in the eye “Now, come on Harry, you know you need to be spanked, so be a good boy and we can get it over with quite quickly” she said, and she was amazed at how excited she felt saying these words; having this power “Are you going to be a good boy for me?”

Harry just nodded mutely, trying to brave the humiliation of her look and of her words.

Sarah frowned slightly, wondering, but she couldn’t resist. Her other hand came down and stroked his small balls and stiff wily, causing Harry to yelp “I need to hear you say it Harry? Are you going to be a good boy for me?”

“Yes, I’ll... be a good boy” said Harry, filling up with shame.

“Alright, that’s good then” said Sarah and she drew him over her lap. The feel of his warm naked body on her bare skin was lovely and she stroked a hand up and down him; his flank, his back, his bottom and legs. This was incredible! She frowned to herself in surprise. There was something about having him over her lap like this; having his whole bare body available to her, that was quite astonishingly exciting. She started to feel that rush between her legs and she wondered if this was how Lisa felt. She glanced over at Lisa quickly, seeing her berating Jonathon while smacking his bare bottom over her lap. She suddenly had a desperately hopeful idea; that maybe she and Lisa could team up and spank boys instead of her having to be spanked by Lisa.

Harry was wriggling under her stroking hand and she became aware that Colin and Amelia were watching her in silence. She suddenly flushed with embarrassment and she quickly brought a hand up to smack the ten year old’s bottom.

“Ow!” complained Harry, exaggerating the pain, and Sarah thought the sound quite captivating. She set up a steady smacking rhythm, teaching Harry that even though he might be ten, even though he was a boy, he had to defer to the women in his life, and even the girls, or he would be punished.

Happy that the two younger boys were now occupied, Amelia turned to Mavis and Pam with a smile. Mavis had Terry over her lap; smacking his bottom industriously and watching Jonathon and Harry get their milder spankings. Pam was unoccupied at the moment and watching Paul, crouched on all fours looking as though he was going to flee if to opportunity came to him.

“I didn’t know you spanked your children” Amelia said to Mavis.

“I didn’t until recently, but with the return to traditional values …. ” said Mavis.

Amelia looked over at Dave, who had his head hung as low as his neck would allow “He’s a big boy for his age, your Dave” said Amelia.

Colin moved over to the settee and squeezed himself in between Terry’s flailing legs and Pam “I didn’t know you spanked yours either, despite your husbands obvious enthusiasm for the return to traditional values.”

“Until today, I didn’t” said Pam, feeling a thrill of excitement at the closeness of her rather handsome neighbour.

“The Archdeacon’s not around?” Colin asked, with a peculiar smile Pam couldn’t read.

“Uh... no, he’s off to Londinium for a church conference, went earlier tonight” said Pam, and then for some reasons she didn’t quite understand she added “He’ll be gone for a week.”

Colin smiled “So you thought you’d instigate a new disciplinary regime while he was gone?”

“No, I started before he left” said Pam, feeling slightly embarrassed for some reason.

“Must have been a shock for the boys” said Amelia.

Pam managed to drag her eyes away from Colin’s hypnotic smile and she looked up at Amelia in her gorgeous silk evening dress, she nodded “It was, it really was.”

Amelia approached Dave slowly, her eyes running up and down his body. Dave trembled and felt his fear rising as she drew close “He really is a big boy for his age” she said

“We were discussing that earlier” said Mavis “I suppose he is ... I’m not really sure.”

Amelia didn’t hesitate and showed no shame at all as she stroked a hand up Dave’s erection “Nice” she said in a sexy voice “Very nice.” She looked him in the eye and Dave just wanted to faint away and be spared this torment. “You’re going to make some girl very happy one day, Dave” said Amelia, stroking under his scrotum and then squeezing his hard-on gently.

“He already is” said Mavis “Well, not that I... I don’t know they’ve actually had sex, but he’s with Emily Weaver at the moment.”

“Are you now?” said Amelia “Emily Weaver! She’s quite a catch.” She smiled at Dave sweetly “Are you having sex, Dave?”

Dave gulped and didn’t know what to say “Uh... we’re... we’re just friends. Well, I mean, boyfriend and girlfriend, but...”

“But a bit young yet? A bit unsure about what to do? It’s all a bit embarrassing?” suggested Amelia.

Dave nodded. It was the easiest way out.

“You just wait” said Amelia “You’ll get over that embarrassment quite quickly.” She patted his cheek lightly and winked at him “Come and see me if you want some lessons.”

Dave blanched and fell very still.

“And what about Lisa?” asked Colin “Has she had a naked spanking yet? Traditional values applies to girls as well as boys aged under sixteen.”

“Oh ... she is usually a good, sensible, mature girl, but yes she has had one!” said Pam.

All eyes in the room turned to Pam for various reasons when she announced that Lisa had been punished. There was no doubt however that Paul was the most interested in the fact that his sister had received a naked punishment. Paul was wishing he had witnessed her nakedness and punishment.

“What did Lisa do?” asked Colin.

Pam would not have said. This was not something she would have told the world about, Paul and Adam yes, but Lisa ... no. However there was something about Colin she couldn’t resist “She was making a lot of noise, with Sarah, making love.”

Amelia raised her eyes at that and Colin smiled before looking over at Lisa.

It was obvious to everyone that Lisa and Sarah had heard, not only did their faces turn redder, but they started spanking bottoms faster and harder too.

“Sarah and Lisa are lovers?” asked Amelia.

“I... I don’t know if they are in a long term relationship” said Pam, but then she remembered the note in Lisa’s book. Maybe they were?

Terry was making more and more noise as Mavis’ hand was pummelling his bottom. He had tried to remain quiet. In some ridiculous sense he had been trying not to be noticed by his mother, but the repeated smacks, over and over, were stoking a fire on his bottom that was becoming too painful. He squirmed and writhed, twisting from side to side as he complained.

Amelia narrowed her eyes at him and watched his twisting body until his groin came into view. She looked surprised “Terry? Have you got an erection?”

Terry pretended not to have heard, twisted his body back again and tried to hide his front; not reveal it with his struggles. He cried and filled with a terrible fear.

“Mavis, one moment, please” said Amelia, stepping over.

Mavis looked up at Amelia, ceasing her spanking.

“Terry, answer me! Have you got an erection?” said Amelia.

“No!” sobbed Terry, in terror.

“I think he has” said Mavis.

“So do I” said Amelia “Up on your feet, young man!”

“No, mum, please!” wailed Terry.

Mavis shifted him until his feel met the floor.

“Up on your feet!” said Amelia.

The game was up; he was in trouble. He dropped his head, tears flowing down his cheeks and he stood up, trying to cover himself with his hands. Amelia wrenched his hands away. She tutted “We don’t spank boys with erections, Mavis.”

Mavis coloured rapidly, feeling suddenly that she’d done something terribly wrong.

“Especially boys who have reached puberty, they might have accidents and make messes” said Amelia “So what do we do, Terry?”

Terry could not answer that question in front of the women, he just sobbed pitifully.

“Terry, I have asked you a question” said Amelia “What do we do about erections when you need to be spanked.”

“Get rid of them” said Terry, in misery. It was the best he could do.

“We get rid of them, Mavis” said Amelia “Either you can have him masturbate himself, or you can do it for him.”

“Oh!” said Mavis, in surprise.

“Mum, no, it’s okay, I won’t make a mess! I promise!” said Terry.

“Says the randy thirteen year old boy as if he knows what he’s doing” said Amelia “As soon as you’ve finished him off, you can spank him again. While you’re doing that I’ll give some thought to what his punishment should be for not telling you he had an erection and for lying to me about having one.”

“You think I should... masturbate him?” said Mavis, shocked.

“I suspect that if you wait for him to do it you’ll be here all night” said Amelia. Terry, you were told to shave off your pubes and pit hair, you have not done so. I will inspect your naked body tomorrow afternoon and if I find one hair where it should not be, you will receive another heavy spanking for your father!”

“She turned back to Dave “Is this one still to be spanked?” She looked down at his long hard penis.

“No, he’s been done” said Mavis.

Amelia nodded and then smiled at Dave “Pity.”

Mavis pulled Terry back into her lap, tentatively, sitting him on his bare bottom. She brought her right hand down to his groin and took hold of his hard willy. She started to stroke him.

“Oh, no, no, please!” wailed Terry.

Sarah and Lisa watched even as they spanked their own boys.

“Harry’s got an erection!” said Sarah, quickly.

“He’s too young, yet” said Amelia “No risk of him making a mess.”

Sarah looked disappointed.

“And what about you?” Amelia said, looking over at Paul. She made her way over to him and he scrabbled away on all fours.

Amelia was faster “Stand up!” she said.

“Paul! Do as you’re told!” said Lisa.

Paul gulped and forced himself up to his feet. His face was scarlet and he shook in fear of what she might do to him. His hands hovered, unsure of whether to cover himself or not. He was not erect but he covered himself anyway.

Amelia smiled “Now.... you’re a handsome little boy, aren’t you?” said Amelia in a very sexy voice. She came very close and put her right hand on his left bicep.

Paul was terrified by that tone. He didn’t know what to say or do. He looked like a lamb about to be devoured by a tiger.

“Don’t hide yourself from me” said Amelia, using her left hand to prise his hands from his groin “Let me see the whole of your lovely naked body.”

Paul blushed brightly and his eyes fixed themselves on a point on the far wall. His hands came away from his groin and he felt Mrs Roberts’ eyes boring into him. He inhaled sharply when he felt her take his willy in hand and stroke it gently. His blood froze as he started to rise; started to stiffen.

“Oh dear, handsome but so small and … your still a baldy” said Amelia “You are definitely old enough, but so undeveloped, for your age, can you make a mess Paul?”

Paul was capable of no more than a series of staccato nods, his mouth clamped shut.

“How much?” she asked.

Paul shook his head, sucking his lips in for fear they might betray him.

“Only a little dribble of clear liquid” said Lisa.

“Well that is a pity, but after seeing what your boy parts look like, I’m not surprised” said Amelia “You’ll start developing quickly very soon, Paul, why Terry was as bald and as dry as you this time last year.” She slid her right hand from Paul’s bicep, around his back and down. She rested it on his bottom and squeezed gently; causing Paul to wince, then she took hold of his penis; just a light touch on it, and she moved in very close to his trembling body. Paul’s eyes widened and when Amelia’s hand roamed over his penis and around his smooth hairless groin, his mouth opened and he let out a high pitched moan.

Amelia’s hand released his erection and slid up to his chest, resting itself flatly there as she looked into his startled eyes. “As part of my duties as Parish Rod, I’m allowed to help you Paul” she whispered, in such a sexy voice that Paul felt extremely nervous. “Since you are such a late developing but handsome and lovely little boy, I’ll volunteer to assist you in learning all about sex as I am certain that with your very small bald penis and testicles you have been too ashamed to make out with any girl or boy. I will teach you what to do so you can act like a proper grown up boy of fifteen and not a little boy. I’ll show you how it’s supposed to be done.” She paused to let this offer sink in.

Pam and Mavis were stunned, everyone there was stunned.

Paul was the most stunned, was she offering to get naked and let him shag her, in front of everyone! Fucking hell! What was he supposed to do!? His penis turned to stone and he quivered; his brain numb with the extraordinary possibility; the humiliation and the desire.

“But, Paul I warn you ...” whispered Amelia, in such a sexy tone that Paul vibrated to it “If you fail to learn to do it properly … oh dear... I should have to punish you. I think I might ask your mummy if I can send Terry over here for a few evenings this week so he can have Lisa supervise his school work and discipline him as required, whilst you can come over to our house for your lessons and punishment if that is required. Punishment I warn you, that would have you very naked, and very hard for a long time and very, very embarrassed.”

Paul had never swallowed so hard in all his life.

“So... are you feeling up to learning how to behave like a man, boy?” she drawled “Do you want to try for the big time, despite you lack of development, or... are you still just a little boy like you look?”

Paul felt like he was in the glare of a gorgon. It wasn’t just his penis that was turned to stone, but it felt like his entire body was now cold and rigid. He was terrified; far too terrified. And in fact, even if it hadn’t been for the awful threat he didn’t think he could possibly endure the humiliation of performing with a grown woman like this, even without the audience. He felt like he was eight years old. He made no reply, so frozen in fear was he!

“No?” said Amelia, sounding disappointed. She stepped back from him a little and tickled his erection “Still one of the little boys, then.” She looked over and Sarah “You look like you know how to handle little boys, Sarah. When you’ve finished with Harry, give this little boy a spanking for me, will you?”

Sarah looked over, her face a picture of delight. Was she serious!?

“Oh, and despite his lack of development, I think he might just be on the verge of being a messy boy, better get him wanked off first” said Amelia, eyeing Paul up and down again.

“No!” said Paul “No, hold on, I haven’t...”

“Changed your mind?” said Amelia, smiling at him. She started to move back towards him.

Paul stared at her, his brow furrowing. What? Oh, shit!!!

“No, no, I’ll…” he rushed to Sarah’s side.

She’d already practically thrown Harry off her lap and was licking her lips at the prospect of getting her hands on Paul. Wank him! Spank him! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! She was on the verge of having another orgasm. She closed her eyes and tried to control herself, but she was flushed with wetness and desire.

“Boys these days” said Amelia, looking over at Colin with disappointment “They’re all such babies!”

“Things have changed since our day, my love” said Colin “It’s all MTV and computer games. Turns them into fashion crazy, numb brained, couch potatoes. No spirit in them, no sense of adventure.”

“Make sure you wank him standing up!” said Amelia, looking over at Sarah “So we can all watch.”

Sarah gulped. Paul nearly fainted. Sarah stood up and took hold of Paul,. She turned him to face the settee.

“Oh no, mum! Mum! Please!” wailed Paul, tears of humiliation pouring down his face again.

“Oh stop whinging, you heard the Parish Rods orders!” said Pam “Heaven’s sake! Sarah, just give him a smack will you?”

Sarah obliged. She smacked her hand against his bottom and a euphoric bliss flooded through her. She brought her hand around to Paul’s erection from behind him and she seized it. It felt... amazing in her hand. She started to slowly pump him while her other hand explored every inch of his trembling humiliated body. Her lips came to his back and she kissed his shoulders, neck and back in a frenzy as her hands feasted on his gorgeous body.

Lisa watched, amazed with Amelia’s reaction and totally fascinated. She took in every detail of what unfolded with Sarah: Paul’s utter humiliation coupled with his lust and his body’s reluctant responses. He was alternating between bliss and horror; Sarah’s frenzy of lustful appreciation; her enjoyment of his warm handsome boyish body and her desire to withhold her own orgasm. They were both as red as any human body could be, and they both had their eyes closed as they moaned with their extraordinarily mixed feeling.

Lisa was jealous at the same time as she realised what a good idea it was to have Sarah spanking and humiliating Paul. She wondered if he would respond the same way with other girls, or whether it was just Sarah.

Harry moved away as far as he could in terror, not wanting to be caught up in whatever awful things were being played out behind him. He also did not want to attract any further attention to his bottom.

“Harry, stand beside Dave, hands on your head” said Amelia, giving him a warning glare.

Harry moved quickly. Despite the embarrassment of having to stand naked with his stiffy poking outwards, it was a lot better than being spanked again or having one of the girls doing to him what Sarah was doing to Paul. Kissing!? Yuck!

Amelia turned to Pam “I might borrow Paul anyway, if that’s okay?”

“What for?” asked Pam.

“Well, I think he needs to grow up a bit” said Amelia “So my plan is to help him.”

“What... what will you do with him?” asked Pam, uncertainly.

“Keep him naked for a start, hard - obviously, and then work on him slowly. Get him used to being in that condition in company. Get him more used to being touched by girls and women. Get him used to taking orders, doing as he’s told” said Amelia, as if running down a shopping list.

Pam narrowed her eyes slightly, preferring those things be done here, at home.

“We’ll take good care of him” said Colin.

Pam smiled “Okay, no problem” she found herself saying.

“Perhaps we could lend you Terry in exchange” said Amelia.

Pam looked at Terry; his face a picture of misery and shock as Mavis was still pumping him to ejaculation.

“Lisa could get some practise with him, too” said Amelia “I’m assuming you’ve put her in charge of Paul?”

“How did you know?” asked Pam.

“It’s fairly obvious” said Colin “Just from the way she’s spoken to him, how she ordered him to take a blowjob from Sarah, let alone how she has looked at him. We were thinking of putting Hannah in charge of the boys, but after this evening...”

“Why? What happened this evening?” asked Pam.

“We had to go round to the Thatchers” said Amelia “The girls - the whole bunch of them - had been drinking and smoking and dabbling in sex. They had Oliver and Roger Thatcher naked and were making them do things they didn’t want to do.”

“Oh... God!” said Pam “Really, against their will!”

“Yes, against the boys will, it would have been different if the boys had agreed, but no is no, with or without traditional values, so the girls had to be dealt with” said Colin “All six of the girls were given a very sound spanking and they were all publicly masturbated as well, in front Oliver and Roger Thatcher by the authority of the Parish Rods.”

“What? The girls were punished in front of the boys? Were they all ages under sixteen? said Pam.

“No, some of the six girls were sixteen but the power of the Parish Rods extends to sixteen year olds and beyond to all adults and applies to females equally as it does to males” said Amelia “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”

Pam felt an astonishing attack of excitement and her stomach turned slightly as she fought back a spontaneous orgasm at the thought of the older girls being disciplined as well as the boys.

There was a grunt and a squeal from Terry as his penis suddenly erupted. The three of them turned to watch as he pumped several string of come onto the carpet.

“Oh, no!” said Pam.

“It washes out easily enough” said Amelia “Get Paul to do it, I suspect he doesn’t do enough to help out around the house.

“No, he doesn’t!” said Pam.

“I’ll teach him” said Amelia “You’d be surprised how fast household chores get done when they’re naked and hard and you’ve got visitors arriving any minute.”

“Sorry about that” said Mavis “I’ll punish him for not announcing he was about to ejaculate.” She pulled the crimson faced, humiliated boy over her lap again and started spanking him.

“Very careless, Mavis. You want to be careful you don’t get your bottom smacked. The Parish Rods can punish Asia’s well as those aged under sixteen you know!” said Colin with a wink.

Mavis looked shocked and embarrassed and kept her head down, concentrating on Terry’s bottom; smacking harder and faster.

Paul squealed from the other side of the room and practically collapsed in humiliation as his penis pulsed with his eruption, but the carpet didn’t suffer, this time he had had a dry ejaculation.

“Sarah, not good enough, nothing came out!” said Pam.

“Oh... God... sorry!” said Sarah, looking terrified.

“I’ll deal with her!” said Lisa, pushing Jonathon from her lap.

The small crying boy screwed his fists in his eyes and at a glare from Lisa ran to Harry’s side, raising his hands to his head. Limp, he was no longer bothered by who saw him, so long as his bottom didn’t get smacked any more.

He’d heard about this, return to traditional values. Lately his friend Thomas was always telling him about his spankings at home, and he’d even witnessed a couple in the past. It had not happened to him until the middle of last week, though, and he was now very sorry his mother had chosen to take up this particular disciplinary method. He’d seen it at school as well, but he had not yet suffered it there. That, he was convinced, would be appalling.

“Let her spank Paul first” said Amelia.

Sarah, terrified of what she was going to be suffering now, sat herself and pulled Paul’s gorgeous body over her lap. She thrilled at the feel oh him, his warm wet penis on her bare thigh; his bottom under her hand. She closed her eyes and experimented with trying to smack him while she shuddered and shook with her own orgasm; trying to hide the embarrassment from everyone. Her smacks were pathetic; wild, soft, flappy and floppy.

Lisa was the only one watching closely enough to realise what was happening and she shook her head. Sarah was going to need so much punishment, she doubted she’d have time in her schedule to fit it all in. She sighed heavily and looked over at Dave’s now limp penis.

End Part 6

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