The Coopers Chapter 20

The Coopers Chapter 20
By Lee Davey
leedavey_1@lycos.com

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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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The three Cooper brothers sat morosely in the back of the family automobile as their mother drove them into the centre of town. Richard slipped a finger into the seat belt as it rubbed against his naked skin. The discomfort from the belts rough edges battling with the dull ache from his anus for his minds attention. Seeing his mothers stern reflection in the driving mirror he stopped his fidgeting before his mother grew annoyed, knowing his mother would not accept the fact that his bottom was sore as an excuse for misbehaving. But damn his bottom still felt red raw and wide open from where his sister had rooted him last night to help with her 'training'. He knew that his bottom was not red and wide open as he and his two brothers Lee and Thomas had examined each other when their mother had finally decided Ruth's strap on training had gone on long enough. If his hole looked anything like his brothers he knew it would be pink but unharmed thanks to the copius amounts of lube his mum and sister had forced up his bottom. A copious amount that had caused him and his brothers to dare not leave sight of the toilet, as the gel had an enema like effect, and he knew his botty hole was in no position to hold out against any pressure, inwards or out.

Richard jerked from his revelry as the car stopped. looking up he knew exactly where he was, the parking lot of the mall in Northampton. The last time he had been here had been to buy some clothes, if such garments could be dignified with such a term, not that he or his brothers were wearing any like usual.

Heather looked at her watch conscious of the Doctor's appointment that she had arranged for Lee. Casting a look she saw her 3 nude sons loiter in the back of the autombile unwilling to come out. "If you are not out of there by the time I count 3..." her threat trailed off ominously. The three boys leapt as if struck by lightening at this and began exiting the vehicle.

Heather looked at her three sons who stood half heartedly covering their appendages. "What have I told you about covering up in public, hands on heads NOW." Heather walked up and down the line looking over her children. "Unbelievable all 3 of you have been in the Regime long enough to know that's not allowed" A chorus of yes Mums and sorry mums answered their mothers lecture. "I will not have the good name of the Cooper family brought into disrepute by having 3 overally modest and disobedient boys is that clear?"

"Yes mum".

Heather lent forward and with a hand began to masturbate her youngest child's penis, with her other she began also to fondle Richard. Without looking up from her task she ordered the oldest Thomas to wank himself. Thomas red faced began the task as ordered looking around and noting with some relief that the lot appeared quiet. Heather looked at the penis of her youngest Lee and noted the tightness of his foreskin as she pulled back the skin over his glans. I definitely made the right decision to have this tightness treated, just as well I have booked in Lee for the operation today the skin on his winkle appears tighter than normal.

Stepping back she examined her three sons all sporting little erections ranging from a little over 1 1/2 inches in Lee's case to a still less than impressive 3 inches in the case of Thomas. Well they definitely take after their father in that department. Heather stifled the giggle that formed on her lips, and set her face in a suitably stern maternal frown. "Boys you are still to concerned with you your modesty. trust me you have nothing thats likely to frighten anyone. Given that you are to keep these little peckers of yours hard until I say otherwise - regardless of where you are or who's there, and.. This is not a debate Thomas" she snapped seeing her eldest begin to query her, "I don't want any of you to cum, so just remember if you let yourself go soft you will be punished severly, and if you cum you be punished severely - twice, understand?".

Her three sons all nodded their understanding, and tried unsuccessfully to keep their resentment from their mothers orders off their faces. Heather ignoring this little flash of definace turned and walked towards the entry to the shopping mall her three sons, stiff pricks wobbling as if pointing the way followed her into the bright lights of the shops.

Following his mother Thomas walked up the gentle incline that led to the main thouroghfare of the mall, his hand occasionally pumping his penis to keep it hard, anxious to avoid his mothers ire, conscious that she had been in a bad mood all day. With a heavy heart he followed his mothers retreating back as she turned into the mall bracing himself for the stares that were sure to face him.

Blinking in surprise Thomas's jaw dropped as he saw standing opposite a gaggle of naked children, one whos bottom was painted bright yellow. Further off he saw a naked teenager, old enough that his penis nestled clear to see against a bush of black wiry hair. Completely naked he trotted after a pretty girl of the same age his hands full of shopping. Looking around he noted quite a few of the children were naked or wearing some form of Regime clothing, one particularly beautiful looking girl wearing a transparent pastic suit that did nothing to hide her small breasts and tiny slit. Still less than half of the children he could see where in the same predicament as he and his brothers, but there were enough to mean that few bothered to look too closely at the unimpressive boners they sported, Thomas's muscles relaxing at this unexpected relief.

Oblivious to her own children's relief or indeed the nudity of the other children in the mall marched onwards to the exit that led to the Doctors surgery still silently seething from the argument she had had with George last night.

Damn man he knows just as well that this procedure is necessary for Lee's health, why is he being so difficult? Thinking back too last night she remembered the tightness in her youngest sons foreskin as she wiped all three of her sons down with a warm wash cloth. Unsurprised that all three of her boys wept and whined as she wiped the remnants of grease from their still sore bottoms. On which their sister had just recently stopped practicing her prostate skills. She was however far more concened at the yelp of pain that Lee had cried when she had retracted his foreskin to wipe away any smegma that may have built up. She knew that it could not be because of the anal punishment that Lee had suffered at the hands, or more appropriately hips, of his sister as the training exercises thet had gone through had specifically forbidden either the boys or their sister from touching their thingies. Heather suspected immediately what the problem was. Poor Lee's foreskin had always been tight and when she pulled it back and it caught on Lee's tiny bump of a glans she remembered Dr Joyce's diagnosis. She had hoped that Lee's problems would be solved by the prescribed cream, however clearly that was not the case. What had really upset her was her husbands reaction. They way he went on you would have thought she had asked him to get cut not his son. The only way she could get him to agree was to take him to Lee and get him to look himself. Although it was amusing to see Lee's sleepy expression of surprise to be rudely awakened by his parents pawing his sore wee wee, but really her husband should know she would only suggest such a final measure if it was absolutely necessary.

"Thomas what did I tell you" Thomas started in surprise at the sound of his mothers voice. He had drifted away in silent contemplation relieved that his public humiliation of being naked was at least to a degree reduced by the others children. He then knew what he had down and his blood run cold. His penis unlike his two brothers now hung limp, and due to the slight chill of the air conditioning had retracted into the warmth of his pubic mound, only a tiny nubbin of skin showing to indicate he was in fact a boy. "I'm sorry mum"' he apologized quickly reaching down to remedy his neglect. Slappp, his mother quickly slapped Thomas's hand away the retort of the sound echoing through the mall causing a few adults to turn and stare at the commotion, and a few children turn and giggle at Thomas's discomfiture. "I give you one little thing to do and you can't even do that properly" with this admonishment Heather knelt in front her son rolling her eyes at her sons hiding penis. With a firm grip she grasped Thomas too small balls and pulled down to free her sons penis from its hiding place. At this Thomas stood stock still anxious not to pull his tender balls any more. So still he stood that were it not for the red flush to his cheeks he could have been mistaken for some sort of cherubic statue. Having freed her sons penis she began to roughly masturbate him back to hardness with her free hand, giving a gentle but still painful squeeze to Thomas's balls. "I promised you a spanking should you let that thing go down didn't I" Thomas nodded hurriedly willing to agree to anything his mother said as long as she still held his testicles so tightly. "Well I don't have time now, Lee's appointment is soon - but I have an idea, I had heard that it had already opened...hmmmm". At these mysterious but ominous words Heather looked around and with a grunt walked off to a side avenue of shops. Her grip on Thomas's jewels remained causing a flash of agony to pulse through the boy as his mother tugged him after her. A snigger of snickering echoed in Thomas's ears as the watching audience watched him mince and skip after his mother, quickly followed by his 2 brothers who assidiously ensured that their respective manhoods did not soften in the slightest.

"Here we are". Thomas wiped his brow in relief as his mother stood outside a shop finally releasing his aching balls. "It may cost me a few pounds but I can leave you and Richard here safe and sound, while I take Lee to his appointment. Thomas and Richard looked up and saw the word "Creche 'Reg' Approved' emblazoned over a slightly tinted window. As their mother walked towards the door the three brother peered into the window. To one side they could see a group of toddlers sitting around some naked some in diapers as a young woman read a story to them. On the other side a number of young children sat carefully colouring in books with crayons as a stern faced man looked on. The three brothers paid little heed to these sights however as their attention was irresistably drawn to the centre of a room. Here lay two lines of black machines. Although they differed slightly in design the boys instantly recognised them as Regime machines, the same as the torture device their parents had set up in the basement. The accuracy of this conclusion confirmed by the sight of two of the 8 or so machines having an unfortunate boy and girl strapped on, their faces indicating the sensations that the machines were causing them. Behind the machines lay a further line of equipment. These much less sophisticated than the machines, appearing to be no more than vaulting horses with a few straps attached.

"Welcome to the Mall Creche. We are Regime licensed to meet the needs of children of all needs how can I help" a beaming young man in his twenties greeted Heather as she walked in. The name badge indicating that his name was Steven and that he was here to help. "Oh yes I have two boys to keep occupied while I attend an appointment can you fit them in?" "Certainly madam we have only just opened so there's still plenty of room." looking down he noted the two naked children still sporting erections that had been pushed forward by their mother. "Ah so they will need the Regime service I assume?" "Yes...I wonder though do you also cater for the discipline side of things. This one has been naughty" Heather placed a heavy hand on Thomas's head. "Of course madam. We offer the entire range of services. From simple child minding" he waved towards the children being read to, "right through to the most severe Regime approved punishments" at this he gestured towards the two sweating children riding the machines and then to a wall upon which hung a number of paddles, canes and other pain inflicting tools. "However we do insist that you give us a clear steer on the level of punishment, what is you after a simple spanking, writing lines or perhaps a severe thrashing, although that cost more you understand."

"I was thinking of leaving the two boys hooked up to a machine until I come back, I shouldn't be more than 2 hours tops, but also throwing in a moderate caning for Thomas here, is that possible?" "Certainly madam. Follow me and we can get the payment sorted out". Heather followed the smiling man to a desk and handed over a debit card quite surprised at how reasonable the rates were, much cheaper than normal babysitting rates she thought, must be the efficient assembly line set-up they have here she mused. "One final thing Mrs Cooper" Steven replied as he handed back Heather's card. Heather watched bemused as Steven with an assured grip which brooked no nonsense from either boy quickly gripped Thomas's right buttock and stamped it with a bright red number (921-A) and then stamped Richard with a (922-A). Letting the two boys go who immediately looked at the ink numbers they had been marked with. Steven then handed two slips with the numbers on to Heather, "These are you receipts for the boys, please bring them with you when you come to collect your stock - sorry err I meant children".

Heather pocketing the two receipts in her handbag turned to her two sons, and kissing them on the cheeks, which caused both boys to whine, she bid them obey the nice man. Taking Lee by the hand with a cheery wave she left the two boys in the care of the creche.

Steven watched as Heather left the shop and turned back into the main part of the mall. Confident she had left Steven quickly clasped the boys right ear lobes in two viscious grips and turned the surprised boys faces to him. "Now listen to me you two little shits". The casual use of the expletive immediately cowing the two brothers. "I'm in charge, and what I say goes, comprende?" Richard and Thomas both nodded. "If you behave yourself things will go easy, and all you will have to worry about" at this he tweaked Thomas's ear extra hard, "is a simple caning. But cause any trouble than you won't believe what will hit you, UNDERSTAND?". Both boys nodded silently in terror at the domineering man. Who immediately changing mood, released their ears and gently rubbing their shoulders walked the two boys towards the back of the creche where a young woman stood ready. "Darlene, get these two boys a nice cold juice please. You'll like that won't you?" not bothering to await their answers he called out to the retreating back of Darlene, "Oh and fetch down the number 3 senior cane. We promised Thomas's mother that we would give him a good dose of discipline". "Right. Richard isn't it? Come with me we get you set up on a machine while we wait for Darlene to come back with your drink".

Steven placed an arm around Richard and pulled him towards the nearest machine. "Now Richard are you familiar with these machines" Steven asked as they stood in front of a machine. "Yes Sir, we have one at home but our one's bigger" a note of misplaced pride crept into the tone of Richard as he answered the mercurial man. "of course these are the basic versions" Steven relied patting the shiny plastic top of the machine. As you see we don't have the big screen in front or any fancy computer on these".

Richard looked at the machine. It was about 4 feet high and looked like a squat black table with a rounded top. In the middle sat a saddle shaped recess wherein two holes, the purpose of which Richard knew full well lay. Leg straps lay on both sides of the machine, a small push button keypad positioned in front. "You see Richard we don't need any computers to ensure you're taken care of because we have specialised Regime trained staff". At Stevens gesture Richard watched another member of staff as she walked between the boy and girl who already sat upon two machines. In front of a boy about Richard's age the employee stopped and quickly felt the pulse of the boy, from whose lips of thin line of drool ran as the machine relentless probed and stroked him. "So you have no need to worry child. Come with me we can set you up on this one" Steven took Richard to a machine just behind the machine the suffering boy sat upon. Reaching down Steven opened a hitherto unseen drawer in the bottom of the machine and pulled out a shrink wrapped dildo and a suction tube. As Richard looked on apprehensively he watched as Richard pushed the anal dildo in with a click. "Zoe give us a hand for a sec" Steven called out as he attached the suction tube to the front hole, and with a push of the keypad caused the machine to hum silently. Richard noted with morbid curiousity the trickle of oil that immediately began oozing from the dildo, in readiness for it to be thrust up his bottom.

Zoe finishing her check of the girl came over and with a nod to Steven helped Steven bodily pick Richard up. With a grunt the two employees lifted Richard's slight frame until they lined up his anus with the dildo and with a slow relentless motion allowed Richard's own weight and gravity to impale the boys anus fully on the slick dildo. That accomplished the two employees strapped Richards legs tightly to the machine, and Richard quickly hooked the suction tube over Richard's small penis, which with a slurp quickly formed an air tight connection to Richard's groin. Much to Richard's surprise Steven and Zoe then walked away leaving Richard impaled on the still inactive machine.

Thomas however knew why. Steven had spotted the return of Darlene who carried in one hand two small cartons of orange juice, and in her other a thick nasty looking cane. Darlene handed one carton to Zoe who went off to help the impaled boy. Richard was assisted to drink it by the expedient of Zoe inserting a straw in his mouth and gently squeezing the fluid into Richard. Zoe handed the cane to Steven who began immediately swishing the cane through the air causing a whoophing noise to sound through the room, loud enough to attract the attention of the dozen or so toddlers and older children who sat around the room. Zoe ignoring this walked to Thomas and waving away his attempt to feed himself, plopped the orange juice straw in his mouth and proceeded to make him drink it as if he was a toddler himself. When she has finished Darlene withdrew the straw and throwing the carton in a nearby bin stood up and took a firm hold of Thomas's arm looked back at the swinging Steven. "Steve are you ready?" "Hmmm, oh yes, if you would tie him down to a spanking bench please Darlene".

Thomas followed reluctantly as Darlene pulled him to a spanking bench, which to Thomas eyes looked like a low built vaulting horse. With surprising strength Richard found himself heaved over the bench by Darlene, who quickly snapped two arm restraints preventing him from moving. His bottom now pointed skywards and his head dangling floorwards. Richard felt the cold hands of the woman push between his thighs and levered them apart. Thomas squeeled as her hands relentless spread his legs wide until he felt as if he would split down the middle, until finally she stopped and quickly strapped his thighs apart a cool breeze whistling down his wide exposed crevice.

Steven walked behind the exposed boy admiring the tautness of the young boys creamy white flesh. He noted dispassionately the pinkness surrounding the anus indicative of a well trained boyhole in his opinion. He laid the cane across the exposed cheeks the length of the cane touching a good amount of the inner thigh. Smiling to himself at the boys flinching he drew back the cane in preparation to deliver the first of many strokes...

"What you doing Mister?" Steven paused at this and felt a tugging on his trousers. looking down he saw a small girl aged no more than 3. Naked save for a thick diaper, clasping a threadbare teddy bear to her chest. Steven recognised the child as a regular at the creche, even before it became Regime compliant, her name was Kylie and she belonged to one of the shop assistants who worked at the Mall.

"I'm just dealing with a naughty little boy, Kylie now be a good girl and go back to your story time dear" Steven said as he readied the cane once more.

"What did he do den?" Kylie's words muffled by her thumb which like always remain rooted in her mouth.

"Errrr, well" I don't really know thought Steven, but to be fair I don't really care either, "Well Kylie you see he didn't do what he was told and his mummy asked me to punish him, now you don't want me to tell your mummy that you didn't go sit down when I told you too, do you?"

"No cause I'm a good girl... Can I watch...puleeze" she begged tugging insistently at his trousers.

Looking for help from his female colleagues, all of whom knowing that Steven was no good with the young children watched on in amusement at his exasperation. "OK just stand back. we don't want you to get hurt".

Nodding seriously Kylie waddled back and then walked around to the front of Thomas. Thomas looked up and saw to his chagrin a three year old girl staring inches from his face. "You've been a bad boy haven't you. You should always do what you are told otherwise you get spank spank."

Thomas finally snapped, angry at the catalogue of injustices that had befallen him today. "Why don't you just fuc..."

Swiisssshhh, thwick. Pain exploded along his bottom as the cane wielded by Steven crashed into his bottom, leaving a red line across his outer cheeks, and his no exposed inner cheeks. His intended expletive changed instantly to a wail of agony. Tears flooding his eyes. Blinking them away Thomas tried to recover a small moan still escaping his lips. As his eyes cleared he saw the grinning face of Kylie, who began to sing badly "You've been a bad boy, you've been a bad boy".

Before Thomas could scream his anger at the toddler a second blow slashed into his bottom an inch above where the furst fell. A gray mist fell across Thomas's eyes as any thoughts of speaking evaporated in pain. This time the next blow from the cane impacted before Thomas could recover, and then another and another until less than a minute from the start of his torment 10 wicked red weals lay across his bottom and thighs.

Kylie watched delighted at the faces that Thomas made with each blow amazed at the fact that this big boy was crying tears trickling down his cheeks. "Kylie do you want to help?" Darlene called out as Steven stood back pleased at the 10 red lines his handiwork had caused, noting with professional detachment the fact that the boy's bottom had cracked open a few times causing a few spots of blood to seep out. Darlene too noted these spots and knew fall well just how severe Steven could be when he really wanted to punish a naughty boy. She had already prepared a pot of antiseptic cream and had intended to apply it to Thomas herself. Noting the look of rapt attention Darlene knew a future regime Officer if she ever saw one, had a bright idea. "Kylie this boy has been naughty and has been punished" she explained to Kylie as they both stood inspecting the wealed and bruising bottom of Thomas. "Now boys are tough and a little caning is nothing to them" a point that Thomas vehemently disagreed with, or would if he could think of anything but the searing pain in his bottom. "However we need to take care of them so that their bottoms can heal" Darlene smiled as noted the serious look on Kylie's chubby Dave, "if only so we can cane them again, when they do something to deserve it". "This cream is good for healing little cuts and 'owwieess', it does sting but that doesn't matter to us now does it?".

Darlene scooped a generous amount of the green vile smelling cream and plopped it into the outstretched hand of the toddler. Then directing Kylie's hand helped Kylie smear a thick covering along a part of one cheek. For an instant nothing happened and Kylie turned away and scooped a little more on to continue her important task. She stopped as she heard at first a low moan, raising in pitch as the burning of the medicinal cream burnt itself into Thomas's conscious awareness. Only 5 seconds after the first application Thomas began screaming "I'm burning, I'm burning" as the cream felt like acid being poured into his open cuts.

"Don't be such a big baby" the contempt literally dripped from Darlene's voice, "This cream is perfectly safe, and in fact will help you heal quicker. A little burning sensation is a price worth paying. OK carry on." this last order was to Kylie who enthusiastically began slapping on the cream all over the squirming cheeks. After 30 seconds or so of what felt like the 3 year old was applying a blow torch to his already sore bottom she appeared to stop. Every inch of his wealed cheeks now covered in a thick layer of green medical cream. Realising that his ordeal was finally over Thomas breathed a tiny sigh of relief. "You missed a bit, Kylie" Kylie looked at Darlene confused as to her eyes all his cheeks were liberally coated. Darlene leaned forward and with her hands parted the cream soaked cheeks of Thomas and expose a white line of his inner cheeks where his anus stood exposed to the eyes of the astonished Kylie. Her astonishment soon gave way to glee and scooping a final blob of cream did as Darlene indicated and with a her small babyish hand smeared a thick line of the burning cream down the exposed crack, over the winking brown skinned anus, and down to the top of Thomas's small ballsack. The effect was immediate. With an almost audicle snap Thomas head pulled up and his eyes opened wide as the burning of hs bottom reached new heights, a scream trapped agonizingly between his lips.

"OK Kylie go get your hands washed up, we don't want you burning your sensitive hands now do we?" Darlene scooted the grinning toddler off to a child sized handbowl in the corner of the room. Turning to Steven who had by now recovered his breath and put away the cane. "We're finished here Steve, help me unstrap him we need to mount him on the machine, his mothers due in a couple of hours and we promised that her two boys would get at least 2 hours on the wanking machines..."

Next chapter: Lee realises that Thomas and Richard were the lucky ones.