Amy Chapter 1
By Lee Davey
leedavey1000@gmail.com

copyright 2011 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit 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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Introduction:

This is a change from my previous work. The main actor in the Amy series is unsurprisingly a girl. Similar in tone to the 'Regime' stories but unrelated. The series will hopefully examine the effect of institutional abuse of the power relationships between children and adults.

Amy is a bright but innocent 11 year old who finds herself thrust before her time into a world she is neither physically or emotionally ready to cope with.

Chapter 1: Always look a gift horse in the mouth.

Amy tugged her school dress down and smoothed some wrinkles from the fabric as she followed her parents into the Headmasters office. She had never been inside before the infamous office as normally only naughty children ended up there, a visit their bottoms soon regretted.

Amy though was not a naughty girl. She was a good girl, a very good girl, clever and well behaved so the sight of the plush office was new to her. She looked at the long book shelves as she walked to stand in front of the large polished mahogany table.

Sneaking a glance Amy imagined she could see a groove in the hard wood. A groove made by the thousands of little boys and girls bodies who had been made to bend over it to be punished. Punished, that word took Amy's attention to the rack that stood behind where the grey haired mature Headmaster now sat, A selection of canes and paddles hanging from it, a sight that chilled the 11 year old girls heart.

Her mother and father sat either side of her in two comfortable chairs. Amy though stood to attention her hands by her side. Amy may never have been inside this office before yet she still knew that a child would not be permitted to sit in the presence of the Headmaster, not if she did not want to find her bottom too painful to sit on anywhere for a few days.

"Mr and Mrs Barnehurst have you considered the offer in my letter?"

Amy frowned at this. What could it mean? The Head writing to her parents, she could not help but look once more at the various implements behind the Head, she had never been punished before but she had seen the aftereffects on bottoms before, and she did not want her bloody and wealed bottom on public display.

"Yes but there are the ...... maturity issues to be considered, she is after all only 11." Mr Barneshurst replied, "The new curriculum applies to all Grade 8 children correct?"

"Yes Mr Barnehurst and of course Amy would be required to participate in all classes."

The two parents looked at each other and nodded in agreement. This agreement was a long time in coming. The Head's letter had been received by the pair over two weeks ago. Both parents had initially been delighted that the daughter had done so well in her tests that the school had advised that she really should be advanced to the 8th grade from her current position in the 6th grade.

The mother though had concerns, concerns around the new national curriculum for all teenagers. The Government had all but given up on reducing teen pregnancies and under age misbehaviour. That was until the new coalition government came to power that is. For some reason it novel proposals on the subject of teenage sexuality were not mentioned in its manifesto. Despite that the new rules were soon brought in for all teenagers, the howls of protest ignored as they were in other areas of public debate.

Having read through what their daughter would be expected to do they had argued, until finally they agreed that since Amy would be a teenager in 2 years anyway the opportunities that she was being offered could not be turned down. They did not for some reason seek the opinion of Amy, a failing that Amy would soon have cause to bemoan.

Amy smiled broadly and silently thanked the Headmaster for the offer of skipping a couple of years. She knew little about the 'curriculum' that the older children went through, and what little she had heard she understood little of. Still it was with a happy heart she heard the news, she did find her current classes oh so boring; so quickly after the parents had signed the (irrevocable) consent forms Amy found herself following the Head to the school nurses office for a check-up, though why Amy needed a check-up just to change classes she did not know.

Amy suppressed a little forbidden thrill as she passed beyond the red lined doors that separated the middle school with the High school side of the school. Amy had never been to this side of the school before the age groups being strictly separated. However to Amy's disappointment it looked little different to the corridors in the Middle school side, she did hear various noises from the classrooms along the way that she did not recognise, but the Head ushered her along at a brisk pace until they entered the clinic room together.

Amy stopped dead at the sight that awaited her.

While no expert in naked 13 year boys bottoms she had seen enough being spanked by teachers to spot something was wrong immediately. For a start they were not normally crisscrossed with thin red weals, some oozing little droplets of blood for a start. Amy's eyes though were focusing on the small things hanging between the boys legs. They were testicles she knew, if only from her book-learning, and they entranced her. She knew that only boys had them but her father had never been naked in front of her, such behaviour unthinkable to her straight laced parents so she could not remember ever seeing them.

"Well, Well, Well. I do believe you have some explaining to do young Aaron." The Headmasters voice broke the spell that Amy was under, and threatened the bowel control of the now terrified Aaron.

Aaron had believed that the day could get no worse. He had been birched by his teacher for forgetting his homework. Naked and screaming over his teachers knee he was whipped in front of his watching classmates. Then when his screams had subsided into muted sobs, and his bottom was as raw as steak he had been sent to the nurses room naked and snivelling along the school corridors.

But then his shame had been discovered by the Headmaster. A man whose punishments were legendary in their ferocity. The mild birching he had received from Mr Peters would seem like a little tickling.

"Oh hello Bertie I did not see you there." The school nurse a pleasant middle aged lady came from around a curtain bearing a bowl of pungent green liquid.

The Head winced at the nurses use of his first name, but said nothing knowing that nothing stopped the schools nurse from being the schools nurse. Instead he put an arm around Amy and pushed her forward.

"Amy here is being fast tracked to the 8th grade. So she needs an examination certificate."

The nurse blinked in surprise as she peered at the small girl, her face then softening in sympathy.

"Oh you poor dear too bright for your own good are you? Well let me deal with Aaron first and I'll get straight on to it."

The head stopped the nurse as she walked to the still kneeling boy "Allow me to do that and you can give young Amy here her check-up."

Amy looked at the nurse wondering why she was so sympathetic. She thought it would be a good thing being moved up. After all she had no real friends in her current class. But the way her parents had acted and now the nurse it appeared that the truth was if anything quite the opposite.

What Amy did not know was that society had changed quite dramatically following the election of the new coalition Government.

The new Government had decided once and for all to address the issue of teenage delinquency and underage pregnancy. To do this it decided to go straight to the source of the problem, no pussy footing about with incentives and education. And when the Government meant the source of the problem it meant the source of the problem.

The nurse reread the procedure manual. In truth she had never had to do this before for a preteen. The new educational curriculum only applied when children were thought old enough, and this was considered to be when they were teenagers. So before the age of 13 the schooling of children had not changed much, beyond reintroducing spankings, and the authorities and their parents did not think it worth worrying the younger children with their impending fate.

The nurse nodded noting that the procedure was the same as all children went through when starting 8th grade. There were additionally a couple of safety checks to be undertaken in light of the child's age and presumably smaller frame but they were familiar to any nurse.

Putting down the guide she turned to Amy "Well sweetie strip off and we can start."

"Umm with the boy here" Amy replied shocked.

"Yes now hurry up." The nurse replied as she began to prepare the implements.

Amy stood stock still at this. She knew that the Head and the boy were in the room and clearly would see all her 'bits'. Bits that only her mother had seen in the last few years.

"I suggest you hurry up girl." The Head's cool voice broke the spell over Amy. His fearsome reputation, well deserved, meant that the chances of Amy disobeying him was nil. Reluctantly she began to unhook the buttons of her shirt and tried to turn her back on the Head.

The Headmaster decided not to press the girl today, after all now she was in the 'new curriculum' he would almost certainly see everything of hers at some point. And in any case he had young Aaron's bottom to attend to.

He examined Aaron's punished bottom with detached interest. He could tell immediately that the boys bottom was the handiwork of Mr Hughes. The way the weals criss-crossed every inch of the bottom even into the tight crevice between the buttocks, tight scratches from the implement scoring close to the anus but not onto it, perfection. The Headmaster preferred his bare hand and the cane, but admitted that Mr Hughes was a virtuoso with the birch.

The Headmaster dipped his hand into the green solution that the nurse had planned to use on the boy, wincing at the astringent feel on his hand. The green liquid was designed to prevent infection, although given that the birches used at school were of synthetic material (cheaper) this was unlikely. The liquid also served a second purpose in reinforcing the effect of the punishment.

With a hearty slap he rubbed a handful into the boys oozing bum. The effect was instantaeneous as Aaron let out an unearthly scream of agony as his bottom burst into flame. Amy jumped in terror at the sound her hand pausing as she made to slip her skirt off, her bare flat chest coyly turned from the man and boy. Heads in far classrooms turned briefly at the sound of the scream, but turned back to white boards or books as they realised the source.

The Head liberally rubbed the green liquid into the boys bum carefully ensuring that each raised mark and small cut was doubly coated, ignoring the boys moans and whimpers. Finally the Head reached his target and smoothly circled the boys dimple of an anus, until briefly he dipped a finger into the boy, his anus opening easily as if well used to such intrusions.

The nurse watched in amusement as the Head absorbed himself in rubbing the 13 year old boys bottom, the tent in his trousers indicating the enjoyment he obtained from such 'treatment'. The nurse knew the sexual thrill the man got from this, but did not care. After all the Government had made it clear that such activities by teachers and other authority figures was allowed, in fact desirable, and in some cases compulsory.

She however did not share the good Headmasters fascination with boys, nor was she particularly interested in girls, she was a nurse and this was just a job. Therefore the sight of the now naked Amy trembling, either from the slight chill in the air, her unexpected nudity, or the sight of the boy having his wounds treated she neither knew or cared.

"Well Amy let's start with your examination shall we."